Chapter 9 – A Place Where One Goes to Masturbate
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
I rolled over and tried to untangle myself from the overstuffed comforter.
The sheets were soaking wet. Every muscle in my body ached. And I’d never felt happier.
“Tanner?” I whispered, reaching out for him. But my hand came up empty. “Tanner?” I asked a little louder.
I had no idea what time it was, but it was definitely still dark out. The last thing I remembered was orgasming for the bajillionth time. And then I guess I’d fallen asleep.
Well that’s embarrassing.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around for Tanner. The blue uplighting had been turned off, leaving the room illuminated only by the moon and the stars shining through the glass ceiling. The only sign of Tanner’s whereabouts was the open door to the hallway.
I got up and tried to pull the sheets around my naked body the way girls do in movies. But the sheets were so tangled and soaked that it was pretty much impossible. Not to mention that they were still tucked under the bed in some places. And really big. How the hell do girls do that? Or did they cover themselves with other stuff? Like oversized men’s shirts?
Whatever.
I was thirsty AF. Not Instagram thirsty. I was legitimately thirsty. Like…severely dehydrated. Which made sense with how many fluids I had lost. I glanced back at the soaked bed and cringed. I’d seen girls squirt in porn before, but I always figured that it was just special effects. Or pee. God, I really hoped it wasn’t pee.
Either way, I needed water.
I ditched the sheets and walked out of the room. If I ran into Nigel, I’d just treat him like the wall he was.
I thought that it was going to be difficult to navigate the twisty hallways of Tanner’s apartment, but it actually proved to be quite easy thanks to the trail of destruction we’d left during our violent sex romp from the kitchen to the bedroom. Broken lamps, smashed vases, half of my shredded skirt... Sorry about the clothes you lent me, Chastity.
If anyone would forgive me, though, it would be Chastity. Especially after I told her about how Tanner had devoured me.
I was just about to turn left towards a row of crooked paintings when a faint light from under a closed door caught my eye.
“Tanner?” I whispered.
No answer.
I jiggled the doorknob. It was unlocked, so I cracked the door open.
Ack! The room was so bright. Blindingly bright. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light. But that still wasn’t enough time for me to properly prepare for what I was about to see.
Pure white tiles adorned the walls, floor, and ceiling. It was like one of those cleanrooms where dudes in hazmat suits make computer chips. But the room was completely empty. Well…almost. A waterfall covered the bottom half of the back wall. And there were three TV screens above it, each displaying pictures of…me? I stared at the images. Yeah, those were definitely pictures of me. Including the picture of my boob that Tanner had taken on our first date.
But what really caught my eye was Tanner standing in the center of the room. His back was to me. His pants were around his ankles. Every muscle in his body was flexed. And his right arm was pumping vigorously.
Oh my God. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That pervert was masturbating to pictures of me!
And I freaking loved it.
I almost said something, but then I realized that my entrance had gone unnoticed. He was fully focused on pleasing himself. There was no need for me to interrupt. Not when I could sit back and enjoy the show.
I slid into the room and leaned against the cold tiles. Despite orgasming a million times already tonight, seeing Tanner stroking his cock got me excited all over again.
I wished I could be the one pleasing him. Kneeling in front of him, wrapping my lips around him. Spreading my legs for him.
My legs seemed to spread by their own volition. I watched his arm moving faster and faster. It was too much. Too fucking hot. I slipped a finger inside myself and pretended it was Tanner’s cock. It would help my imagination if I could actually see it, though, so I leaned forward to try to get a better look. His muscular body mostly blocked my view, but I did get a glimpse of his tip a few times. Way out in front of his body. How big is he?
I added another finger to more accurately match his size…maybe I even needed a third. Or a fourth. Or my whole hand?! Eek. I hoped he wasn’t that big. That would just be downright terrifying.
I’d never watched a man masturbate before. Joe had never let me watch. He always claimed that he didn’t do it, and I’d totally believed him. To be fair, though, he may have been telling the truth. He just hadn’t bothered to tell me that he didn’t need to because he had plenty of side pieces to do it for him.
Asshole.
Tanner wouldn’t lie to me about something like that, right? It was tempting to slip out unnoticed. And then in the morning I could see if he was a lying asshole like Joe.
Tanner groaned.
Or… I could stay and enjoy the show. Every muscle in his perfect body rippled with each stroke, every contour accentuated by a thin layer of glistening sweat. And don’t even get me started on his tight little ass. I wanted to squeeze it so freaking bad.
But what I loved most was the fact that he could turn around at any second and catch me watching him. Catch me touching myself to him. I moved my fingers faster, wishing it was his cock inside me .
It was so tempting to say something to him. But I needed the perfect line…
“Pictures are good, but isn’t the real thing better?” I asked in my sexiest voice.
Tanner jumped and turned towards me. “Ash? What are you…” His sentence turned into a groan as his entire body tensed. His arm froze. His abs turned into a legitimate 8-pack. He was definitely about to cum.
I was a good six feet away from him. But something told me that I was about to get absolutely blasted . I opened my mouth slightly, ready to taste it. What would he taste like? Chocolate chip cookies? Some weird genie cookie? Liquid fire?
Wait! I knew that touching his penis would light me on fire, but had he mentioned his cum being deadly too?
I dodged to the left just as the thick white liquid shot towards me. It bubbled and sizzled on the wall - like peroxide on a super-infected wound - burning a hole through the tile where my face had been a moment before.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed as I dove through the door. The angle cut off my view of Tanner, but I could see his cum flying all over the room, melting everything it touched. I pulled the door shut to try to save myself from a fiery death.
I lay on the ground and tried to get my breathing back to normal. But that was easier said than done after literally almost getting melted to death. And to add insult to injury, I hadn’t even gotten a proper look at his penis. Damn it !
Maybe it wasn’t too late, though. It had been at least a minute, so he was definitely done shooting his flaming genie cum everywhere. Which meant it was safe to reenter.
I jumped to my feet and went back into the weird white room.
Tanner was still in the middle of the room. But his pants were no longer around his ankles.
Damn.
He turned to look at me when I came in. “You okay?” he asked. At first I thought he was checking me out, but the concern in his voice made it more likely that he was checking me for burns.
“I’m fine,” I replied. “Despite you almost melting me with your flaming genie cum.”
“Oh thank God.” He wiped some sweat from his brow. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I just turned around and saw you…and…”
“And you wanted to cum all over my tits?” I asked, squeezing my breasts and arching my back. It was official - sex had taken over my brain tonight.
“Yes. I mean, no! I want nothing more than to absolutely drench you in my cum. But not until I’m free from this damned curse.” He shook his head. “What I was going to say was that I lost control.”
“Well that much was obvious,” I said with a laugh.
“Hey, don’t judge me. It’s been over three hundred years since I’ve been naked in the presence of a beautiful woman. I may be a genie, but I’m still human.”
I locked eyes with him. “Is that your excuse for jerking off to pictures of my face? ”
“No. My excuse for jerking off to pictures of your face is that you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet. And it wasn’t just pictures of your face…I also have pictures from your Odegaard photoshoot. And that lovely picture of your breast.”
“I told you to delete that,” I said, shoving his chest.
“Never.”
“How about this… You get rid of the picture, and next time you want to jerk off, you can just look at the real thing.” I took a step back to give him a better view of my naked body.
He gulped. I thought I saw something move slightly in the crotchal region of his sweatpants. “As much as I would love to do that, it’s too dangerous for you to be in my masturbatorium.”
“Your masturba-what-now?”
“Masturbatorium. Noun. A place where one goes to masturbate.”
“That’s definitely a made-up word. But assuming it is a real thing, do they always have a waterfall?” I gestured to the water feature under the TV screens. “And strange white tiles? Are those the male equivalent of candles and bath bubbles?”
Tanner laughed. “No. I have to have those for safety purposes. The waterfall neutralizes the acidic nature of my cum. And the tiles were a special present from my boy Elon.” He walked over and tapped his finger against one of the wall tiles. Those suckers could withstand reentry into the atmosphere at over 2,300 degrees.”
I looked around at the tiles. They’d been so perfect before, but now lots of them were slashed with burn marks and areas of bubbly corrosion. “But your skeet still melted them.”
“I know. That’s why it’s too dangerous for you to be in here with me.” He ushered me towards the door.
“Like…right now? Or forever?”
“Just until we break my curse.” He looked dead serious.
“Or you know…you could just improve your aim a bit.”
He shook his head. “It’s too dangerous, Ash. And anyway, you said you’re going to be amazing at helping women find love. My curse will be broken in what? A year? A month?”
“Psssh. Give me one week.” I hope.