18 comments/ 19929 views/ 1 favorites An Argument By: Goldeniangel "Ah. I see you're going to pretend you care how I feel again." bitter tones. crossed arms. A sigh, heartfelt and long-suffering. "I do care Jen." "I can tell. Especially since every time I've tried to tell you you've accused me of being manipulative. Or of pushing you into doing something you don't want to do." More bitterness. "I care Jen." Just a bit of an edge. Looking away. "Sure you do." Sarcasm bites deep. "Can we just talk about it?" "I'm TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!" Anger... anger... a little bit of a snap wrapped around a desperate plea. Trying to keep patience... "What?! What do you want me to do???" "You know." quietly. tiredly. "What? You want me to be all over you in public?" voice rising, "you want to show everyone how you OWN me?" "STOP YELLING AT ME!" pleading look, tears well up... in return anger. "STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!" Tears spill over again, "I'm NOT! Jesus Christ... FUCK!" Yells... then quieter... "How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you ARE with me." "I DO." pounds a fist against the wall. "Stop yelling! Please!" nothing is said about the fist. "Stop CRYING. You know it makes me feel guilty." Disbelief. "Oh what, I'm supposed to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just..." "If I would WHAT... If I would just WHAT?!" step towards... she holds her ground. "Just... TOUCH me! Some of the time! It doesn't have to be all the time! I'm not asking you to be all over me! Just hold my hand, or put your arm around me, I don't understand why you don't seem to have a problem touching everyone else, why it's just ME." "Because when you touch me you just want everyone to know that I'm yours, and that I'm not available." Disbelief again... "You're NOT available as far as I know! And that's not what I'm saying!" "Yes it is! You want me to be all over you all the time, and I'm not doing it!" "NO! That's not what I'm saying! I just want you to touch me SOME of the time in public! Why is that so hard?" Tears well up again. Rejection rejection rejection... An angry glare, dark glower of condemnation, "Because you're trying to control me." "I'm NOT! But everyone else can touch you! And if I try to you pull away or you push me away, but ONLY if there's people around! Not if it's just us... because God forbid someone see you giving me ANY kind of affection." "YOU WANT TOO MUCH!" "I'M BARELY ASKING FOR ANYTHING! I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO BE ALL OVER ME ALL THE TIME! JUST FUCKING ONCE IN AWHILE FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!!" quieter, but with more anger and bitterness, "Sometime when you're not just trying to get sex." Frustration, "I touch you when I'm not trying to get sex Jen." "Yeah, to move me out of the way so you can get to your video games. Great. That's just great. Thanks so much Joe. I can feel the love." "Am I supposed to feel bad for wanting to have sex with you?" "No, but I wish I didn't feel like that's the ONLY time you show me any affection." "Whatever." Turns away. "No! NOT 'whatever!' It's a problem Joe!" "Whatever." Staring into space. Untouchable. Unreachable. "What? You don't think it's a problem when I'm your girlfriend and I don't actually FEEL like your girlfriend?" Whirling, turning dervish... anger flows like a cyclone as there is movement again, spilling out into the air. "If you don't feel like my girlfriend that's YOUR problem. You should know that I love you! I'm HERE aren't I? What more do you want?! WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" Screaming. In her face. She screams back. "ACT LIKE YOU FUCKING LOVE ME! LIKE I'M MORE TO YOU THAN JUST A BODY TO HAVE SEX WITH!" "What?! By doing whatever you want? By being your little robot? Fine, I'll be ALL OVER YOU! OK?! WILL THAT MAKE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?!" "NO!" Screams. Frustrated noiseless screams into her hands. He glowers at her tears. She turns away, as if he can't see. "Then WHAT? What is going to make you happy Jen?... JESUS CHRIST STOP CRYING!" "I CAN'T! I'M UPSET DAMMIT! OK, JUST FUCKING LET ME CRY!!!!" He lets her cry. Watches. Glares. She gets control over herself. The sobs quiet. "Are you done?" Venom. "Yes." "So? What do you want me to do?" And so it starts again. An Argument at Work Revisited We've just had our Christmas drinks party at work, and it has been memorable… to say the least! Rebecca who works in IT – with whom I had found an enjoyable way to settle an argument – was there, and she looked stunning. She came into the bar wearing a pair of black jeans over some stiletto boots, and under her coat she wore a very tight red top that laced up the front, exaggerating her gorgeous cleavage. We had all had a few drinks, and by 10.30 most people were reeling with alcohol, all at the company's expense! I can't actually remember how it happened, but Rebecca and I found ourselves alone, sitting opposite each other in one of the more secluded seating booths in the pub. "I have to admit that you do look stunning tonight" I whispered. She smiled "I was hoping that it was me that was having an effect…." I then felt the tip of one of her boots run the length of my cock, which was growing harder under my trousers. She raised her glass "Here's to the most rampant screw I've ever had!" she whispered. "I'll drink to that" I responded "and to more arguments in the board room!" Rebecca winked, and she moved around the booth to sit closer to me. We both watched our colleagues getting more and more drunk, and making complete arses of themselves. It did raise the odd laugh, and we both agreed that now would be a superb time to have a video camera. I felt Rebecca's hand on my left leg, and she stroked gently as we both stared, entranced at our workmates making fools of themselves. I got slightly distracted though when Beccy moved her hand up to my groin and without further ado, proceeded to unbutton my flies. Her had slid gently into my trousers, and I felt her sharp fingernails rake softly through my pubes, before her slender fingers closed around the base of my, now, throbbing shaft. "So, what say you try & split me in half with this thing again?" she whispered sexy. "What, here on the table?" I quizzed "No; that's a little too public… but there's a nice corridor out the back." She whispered, squeezing the base of my cock tightly. "Are you talking about the pub's back corridor, or yours?!" I teased. She smiled and raised an eyebrow "Now that could be a nice boast … I've been taken in two back passages at the same time!!" thoughts were racing through her mind, and I could see a twinkle in her eye. "I was actually kidding!" but she stopped me, and she tightened her grip on my cock yet more. "I've never known a bloke to not like the idea of butt fucking a woman, why would you be any different" she quizzed, teasingly "and I do actually like it." I was so turned on that I was worried I might explode in her tight grip there and then. She smiled again "Come on; let's go celebrate Christmas!" she winked, and then slowly did my flies back up. She led the way, and I followed behind her, slipping casually through our melee of colleagues, and going completely unnoticed. As the door to the corridor closed behind us, the noise level dropped considerably. Beccy led me just round the corner, so we couldn't be seen by anyone looking through the window in the door. She pushed me up against the wall, and we kissed, slowly and passionately. Her fingers, trembling, fumbled with my flies once more, and she opened my trousers up. "Hmm no underwear… I like your style" she whispered huskily I reached down and undid the zip to her jeans, and slid them down just past her bottom. Beccy gasped as the cool air invaded her intimate areas. "Hmm – thong… I like your style too!" I replied. Beccy smiled and sniggered. She stood on tip toes, and guided my cock between her legs, allowing my glistening glans to probe at her scantily clad orifice. She moved her hips gently making my cock probe hard at her cunt. The atmosphere was electric, and we were both being driven completely by our animal instincts. Beccy then turned around slowly, looking over her shoulder at me, before she slowly bent over, sliding her thong down her legs. I spread my legs slightly and she reversed towards me, reaching behind her trying to locate my solid cock. I was positively aching, my throbbing cock swollen to it's peak ready to penetrate deep into this sexy woman. As her hands located it, and closed around it, I closed my eyes in blissful anticipation. "Let's get you wet.." she whispered, and I looked down to watch my cock touch her swollen and moist labia. Beccy sighed, and rocked backwards towards me. I watched as her lips spread, allowing my cock's tip to slip into her, and she groaned softly as her pussy expanded, allowing my member to enter her. She rocked her pelvis, my cock moving in and out of her, and then she moved forward, allowing me to slip, soaking, from inside her. "I had almost forgotten how good you felt inside me" she whispered. This time as she moved, she guided my swollen organ to her tight, wrinkled sphincter. I licked some saliva onto my fingers, and rubbed it around and into her tight hole, and then I put my hands on her waist. She moved backwards slowly but surely, forcing the tip of my cock to part her, and begin to enter her. She started to breath rapidly, almost gasping for breath, when in one smooth movement she pushed backwards towards me, and my cock slid deep into her. She rocked for a moment on her heels, and then sighed "Shit, you're bigger than I remember" Beccy then groaned softly "That really does feel fucking incredible". I started to move her to and from me, my hands holding her slim waist firmly, and I watched as my cock slid to and fro from her gorgeous butt. Slowly Beccy stood up, and I changed my motion, doing most of it with my legs. I kept fucking her, as I let the animal instincts take over and drive my cock home more vigorously with every thrust. Beccy groaned as quietly as she could, so as not to arouse suspicions, and she held my right hand. As I fucked her, she guided my hand downwards and onto her perfectly smooth mound. My fingertips found and focussed on her rigid clitoris. I'd never felt one this hard, and as I touched it, she wobbled on her heels, barely able to stand up. "Fucking hell Jim" she whispered "I'm …. I'm.. fuck..ing hell … Jim I'm cumming!!" Beccy shuddered and bucked wildly as the orgasm tore through her body, and it took a lot of my strength to stop her from falling over. As she slowly came off the peak, and calmed back down, she turned slightly and looked over her shoulder. She smiled a very sexy smile and winked "Now, I want you to fuck me, pound me, and bugger me as hard as you can. All I want is to feel is your cum filling me, and you losing control" She smiled again, and bent over sexily, with my cock still embedded in her arse. I set to. With my hands gripping her waist tightly, I screwed her as hard and fast as I could, my balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, and my hips slapping against her firm buttocks. It didn't take long; what with my aroused state, and the fact that we could be caught at any moment. I felt the sensation between my legs growing, and in moments my cock expanded yet more, deep inside Beccy, and I jolted. My balls contracted, and I injected my thick seed deep into her arse. I then felt Beccy shudder once more, her sphincter pulsating round my cock as another orgasm coursed through her body. She immediately slipped off my cock and as she turned around to face me, she pulled her thong and jeans back up. Gasping for breath, and very flushed, she kissed me. "What say we call it a night here, and you come back to my place?" she whispered. I pulled up my trousers, and smiled. "That sounds like a proposition" I said. "Let's just say that I want to wake up tomorrow morning, half asleep, and sore from you fucking me all night long.." With that we beat a hasty retreat, and leapt into cab. The rest of the evening is another story! An Argument At Work Settled It had been a particularly stressful Wednesday at work. Our new database wasn't working properly, and Rebecca, the girl in charge of IT was not coping well with all our grievances. Around 5pm Rebecca called some of us into the boardroom for a meeting to discuss the issues and to try & resolve them. The meeting started off well, with most problems being identified, and Rebecca seemed to be getting on top of it all. But, when it came to production issues – my department – she couldn't help. Everyone else left as 5.30 came & went, leaving Rebecca and myself going head to head over the remaining issues. After about 30 minutes of bouncing ideas around about how to solve the issues, we decided to have a quick break for a cup of coffee. We made our coffees, and reconvened at the board room to carry on. We chatted for a bit first about plans for the evening etc, before we got back into it. We booted up the pc on the desk, and with the projector, we were able to both see the database on the wall, and work through it. Rebecca got up to point out a few things as we went through it. As we were discussing it, I became acutely aware of the large shadow that Rebecca's breasts were forming on the wall. "I'm sorry.. " I interrupted her, pointing to the wall "could you move slightly, as that's most off-putting." Rebecca looked at what I was pointing at, and stepped back smartly. She paused, smiling, before carrying on. As we got further through things she strayed back into the light, and I could clearly see that her nipples were now erect and pressing large, hard mounds in her t-shirt. I smiled at her, and after catching her eyes, I looked rather obviously at her breasts. She smiled at me, and then did something I wasn't expecting; she turned to face me, stepping right into the light. She slowly took the base of her t-shirt & lifted it up over her bra-less breasts. I gawped at them for a moment, admiring how firm and round they were, before she pulled her t-shirt back down again. Rebecca then leant on the desk. "Yes, my nipples are hard. Yes, my breasts have implants. And yes, I AM turned on" She said quietly "the question is; what are you going to do to remedy my situation?" I slowly sat upright & moved closer to her. "I suppose that depends on which treatment you would prefer me to use." Rebecca paused & smiled "what tools have you got in your arsenal then?" I stood up & walked around behind her. She turned to face me, and moved back against the edge of the desk. Keeping eye contact as long as I could, I bent forward slowly, and kissed her cleavage. Rebecca just sighed. I put my hands around her minute waist & lifted her onto the edge of the desk. I spread her legs and then moved right up to her. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled us together, pressing our groins closely together. We kissed frantically, and she tore at my shirt, trying to get the buttons undone. As she did that, I lifted her t-shirt to expose her gorgeous breasts again.. I then felt her fingers grappling with my flies, and in moments I felt my trousers slide down my legs to the floor. I reached down and undid the button fly on her trousers, and together we wiggled her free of them. She stood on the floor in front of me, and I knelt down, sliding her tiny little knickers to her ankles. I then leant forward and kissed her smoothly shaven mound. Rebecca tensed as she felt my lips touch her. I then stood up, pulling off my boxer shorts at the same time, and Rebecca sat back on the edge of the desk. My cock was rock solid, and I felt her cool slim fingers close tightly round my throbbing member. She then leant slowly back on top of the desk, and as she did so, she guided my swollen mass to her now soaking entrance. I reached down to her tiny waist again, and held her tightly as I slid my mass deep into her warm, tight cavity. Rebecca held onto my forearms for support, and I slowly started thrusting in & out of her crotch. Both of us were trying desperately to keep quiet, just in case anyone was around, but it was getting more and more difficult, the harder we screwed. I watched Rebecca's breasts move up & down in time with every penetration, and then slowly she started to arch her back, exaggerating how flat her stomach is…. It was visual stimulation to the extreme!! Looking down further, I watched my thick cock reaming her out, her pussy entrance stretched tight around my shaft, and I felt her beginning to cum. Rebecca started shuddering, and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself making a noise. She gripped my forearms tightly, and gasped loudly as the wave of ecstasy coursed through her veins. At the moment I felt her pussy tense around my cock, it became too much for me too, and I felt the tell-tale signs… in moments I felt my balls contract, and as I orgasmed, I pumped my thick, warm fluid deep inside her. We went limp together, breathing heavily, and after a few moments, I slipped from inside her. Again she gasped, before I helped her sit upright again. Rebecca was just about to say something, when we heard noises outside in the corridor. We quickly got dressed, and tidied up the place, before two cleaners walked into the room. We just winked at each other & went back to our offices. The following morning I got an email from her simply saying "I'm glad we got that out of our systems!"