6 comments/ 128668 views/ 34 favorites Did I Really Lead Him On? By: thongsnotpants I really DO fancy John! I know it's wrong; what with me being a young married woman; but there is something about him that makes my pulse race whenever he is around! And that is quite a lot because we work together in a building society office, and in the tight confines of the areas behind the serving counter, there are many times when our bodies brush up against each other; sometimes accidentally, sometimes deliberately! I married at 18 and I love my husband dearly, but he is the only lover I have ever had, and after 4 years of marriage, I occasionally got to thinking that I wished I had got to experience sex with others before I got married so young. And John was doing nothing to get those kinds of thought out of my head! Sex with my husband Dave was a regular thing – he was a considerate lover and was highly sexed and liked me to wear stockings and suspenders all the time – even at work! He said that wearing them all the time would make me feel sexy and be ready for sex when I got home, but just recently I was fantasising that one night I might get home having been already well and truly fucked! When Dave and I had sex, I would often close my eyes and fantasise that it was John's tongue licking my pussy, or his hard cock ploughing in and out of my tight pussy. But that was dangerous as I was worried that I might just call out John's name in the heat of passion, and that would NOT be a good thing at all! John was a bit of a womaniser; he had a succession of girlfriends and lovers and was always flirting with me and the other young girl in the office. He was 3 years older than me and regularly worked out at the gym to keep himself fit. Just recently, he broke up with his girlfriend and seemed to be flirting even more than usual with me. And he was getting more and more outrageous with the things he said, and the things he did! One lunch time, we were eating our lunch in the basement that was used as a storage room/rest room. It had several large storage cabinets and filing cabinets and a table and chairs and a few easy chairs and a sofa for relaxing during our breaks. Two others left to go back to work but John and I still had 30 minutes of our break left. Suddenly the discussion went from polite chit-chat to sexual innuendo and he blurted out that he could see the tell-tale lumps of my suspender belt through my black skirt. "Do you always wear black stockings and suspenders?" He asked? "I am sure I have seen the outline of them before and you are definitely wearing them today!" "That's none of your business" I replied, trying to sound indignant and shocked, but I couldn't help the cheeky smile on my face! "And you wear thong panties all the while" he added "I can see the outline of those too when you bend over!" "You shouldn't be looking!" I retorted, still unable to suppress a smile. "Well you shouldn't be bending over with hot blooded males around – especially when you have such a nice tight little bottom, and it is so obviously decorated with sexy underwear!" "When PERVERTS are around you mean!" I replied Suddenly I felt uncomfortable and fidgety sitting down and had to get up and move around. I got up and walked towards the coffee making area. John was already standing and he moved across the room and grabbed the kettle before I could. "Do you fancy something hot and wet?" he asked? "Yes, so long as it is in a cup and tastes of coffee" I replied "Can I ask a favour?" said John "What is it?" "Can I stroke the bumps of your suspenders? I think they are so erotic and it will make my day!" "Why should I allow you to do that? I am a happily married woman!" "Oh go on, it will be our little secret and it will give me something to think about later when I go home alone!" I didn't reply immediately because I was digesting what John had just said and also what he MEANT by that last sentence! What he was effectively saying was that he wanted to think about touching me up, whilst jerking off! I glazed over momentarily whilst I suddenly had a mental image of him with trousers around his ankles, eyes closed, whilst furiously wanking his hard cock to orgasm! John obviously took my silence and staring as a sign of agreement! Because I jumped as I felt his hand brush the front of my thigh! I flinched and pulled back instinctively but that only brought my arse into contact with his other hand which quickly closed on my butt and squeezed my firm bum cheek. "Do you mind?" I said in a hushed shouting manner, only too aware that I didn't want to arouse the suspicions of the colleagues above. "I don't mind at all!" John said, beaming from ear to ear, you have SUCH a nice arse and I have been dying to get my hands on it for months! "Definitely every bit as good as I imagined!" My mind was in a turmoil, my legs felt like jelly and I didn't know whether to run upstairs and start work early, or sit down and finish my coffee – either option involved walking and I was not sure that my legs would carry me without giving way! I remained standing at the coffee area, and John remained standing beside me. I could feel his eyes burning into my flesh as he looked at my face and down the contours of my body to my arse and legs. I could also feel his breath against my neck, he seemed to be breathing faster than normal, and then I realised that I was breathing heavily too! It was as if we had both climbed the stairs quickly, but both of us had only walked 6 feet! I adjusted my feet nervously and transferred my weight from one leg to the other, it was then that I realised that my pussy was WET! I could feel it with just that small movement, and the more I thought about it, the wetter I became! Oh my god! – this can't be happening! "You are one sexy little minx" John whispered in a very sultry voice, "not only do you have a beautiful, sexy body, with a great ass, perfect tits, flat stomach, pretty face, and legs that are just about perfect! But when you accentuate all that by wearing black stockings, a thong and heels, well you damn near need to wear a sign that says BEWARE! Danger of coming in your pants by just looking at me!" I then burst out laughing! Partly because what he said was very funny, but partly because I was so wound up like a coiled spring that if I didn't laugh then I would have probably cried or screamed! In that moment, I spun around and went around the filing cabinets to the stairs and up and through the door to the office above and immediately to the ladies room at the back where I peeled off my soaked thong and did my best so mop up my juices with toilet paper. I felt as horny as hell and I had to fight the urge to stroke my pussy and bring myself to orgasm – I knew it would not have taken much, but I did not want to give John the satisfaction of seeing me with a post-orgasmic glow. For the rest of the afternoon we were very busy and that meant there was no opportunity for continuing what had been started. At the end of the day I got out as soon as possible and rushed home. I usually got home before Dave and I quickly ran upstairs and changed my still damp thong for a clean one and went down to start preparing dinner. Dave came in about half an hour later and came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck as we exchanged pleasantries about our working day. Sometimes, he would be horny when he came home and start groping me, and other times, he would go and get changed and we would eat and then make love after we had gone to bed. Either way, it would usually be Dave who initiated sex but I would usually be a very willing partner. Tonight was one of those occasions when it seemed that sex would be postponed until later because apart from kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my stomach, Dave was showing no signs of taking things further. But I was still feeling very horny and needed to relieve the itch that had been building up in my pussy since midday so I decided to help things along a little by pushing my ass back into Dave's groin. "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" I asked Dave needed little encouragement and I immediately felt a stirring in his trousers that was not there a moment before! I turned my head and pouted my lips and as he leant forward I opened my mouth and my tongue was already poised to start playing tonsil tennis. We pecked at each other's lips before locking our mouths in a long lingering and very wet kiss that had us both breathing heavily. His hands were now roaming from my flat stomach, up to my breasts and then down again to my thighs where he toyed with my suspender clips as John had done earlier. Only this time, the hands went slowly down to the hem of my skirt and then started pushing the material up my legs until his hand made contact with my silky stockings and then onto the warm, bare flesh at the top of my thighs. Our tongues were still mashing together as his hands moved onto my groin and cupped my pussy mound and I knew that he could feel the heat emanating from my crotch. "I don't know what has got you feeling so hot but whatever it was, I like it!" breathed Dave. "Just shut up and fuck me, right here, right now – pull my thong to one side and shove your cock into me from behind – just fuck me!" So fuck me he did, he bent me over the worktop and pulled my skirt over my waist, he pulled my wet thong to one side and quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. With one firm forward movement, he was buried balls deep in my wet welcoming pussy. He grabbed hold up my hips and thrust into me like a dog on heat, and I pushed back with every thrust to make sure I got every millimetre rammed into my hot hole. I reached down underneath and stroked his balls as they swung and bounced against my clit, then I couldn't hold back any longer, I rubbed my fingertips on my so sensitive clit and started coming almost immediately! My pussy clenched and convulsed and wave after wave pulsed through my stomach, into my nipples and centred on my clit and deep in my pussy. Dave was still pumping away and on one of those very rare occasions, I had come so quickly that he was surprised I wasn't shouting at him to wait for me. But my violent pussy convulsions had brought him close very quickly and now he roared as he thrust so deep that I was sure he was trying to get his whole body inside me! As his orgasm started, I could feel his cock swell and pulse and start to spurt his love juice deep into my pussy and that triggered another orgasm in me that left me twitching and writhing on the worktop like a fish out of water. Suddenly, Dave slumped down over me and bit my earlobe and neck and once again we kissed deeply. "Oh my god, that was fantastic! Can we start every evening like that?" "No I replied coyly, sometimes I need to be wooed and made love to, and other times I just need to be fucked, so you will just have to learn to roll with the punches and moods and take care of me accordingly!" I left him standing there scratching his head and with come dripping off his softening dick onto the kitchen floor whilst I headed for the shower. The days and weeks after that were decidedly different at work, John would take every opportunity to brush up against me and when he was sure that the coast was clear, he would stroke my suspender clips through my skirt – it came to be known as his "daily fix" and most of the time I would just allow it to happen by totally ignoring it or just tutting. But I knew that behind the counter, things could not go any further. Downstairs was another matter though, and on the occasions when we were down there alone, he would come up behind me and place both hands on the front of my thighs and slowly trace the suspender clips and down to the tops of my stockings around to the clips at the back and then finish by squeezing my ass cheeks. Today, though was different! I was making coffee as a colleague closed the door behind her and suddenly John was behind me. I said nothing as he slowly put his hands around and touched the front of my thighs. I kept on making the coffee but instead of gliding over my skin with his fingertips, he placed his hands flat against my thighs and pulled me back into his groin and I immediately felt his hard cock pressing into the cleft of my ass cheeks. "And what do you think you are doing? This is not the "daily fix" I allowed you to have" "No, the "daily fix" is not enough, I can't keep my hands off you, and every day I have to jerk off to stop myself from going crazy!" I was pinned between the counter and his hard cock and any attempt to move only pushed my ass harder against his stiff dick. "Someone is going to come in and catch us!" I said "I know you want this to go further" he whispered, "Can you feel my big dick pushing against your perfect ass?" Has Dave got a big dick? As he asked the question, he eased off me and grabbed hold of my wrist, he quickly pushed it behind my body and squeezed my fingers around his cock – it felt huge! I used the momentary gap between us to twist my body and pull myself free, I quickly moved to the stairs and up into the office above, John started to follow but I knew he couldn't come upstairs with a tent in his trousers. He emerged 10 minutes later but had a glint in his eye and I knew that I was going to have to make some very real decisions in the days and weeks to come! Friday evening after week was always time for a quick drink at the pub around the corner before going home, and most of us usually went along. This was usually another excuse for flirting and propositions but I always had one drink and left for home. John announced at the pub that he was having a house party the following Friday after work and we were all invited. He said that partners were invited too (although it was clear from the look that he gave me that he hoped I would NOT be bringing mine!) We all decided during the following week that we would all go to the party and all of our partners had agreed to come too. I would just have to make sure that I kept Dave close to me that evening! The week passed by with the usual "daily fix" and occasional rubbing of his body against mine, then on Thursday, with only John and me in an empty office counter, I saw him looking at me, and for reasons still unsure to me, I looked back at him, got off my chair, went to the filing cabinet and bent down to the lowest drawer. I bent from the waist with my ass pointing directly at him and stayed down there for much longer than I needed to. When I stood up and looked over at John, he was smiling and openly stroking a huge bulge in his trousers. "Nice ass" he said. "Nice cock!" I replied nonchalantly whilst sitting back down again and continuing working as though nothing had happened. John moved behind me and as he passed, he leant in and whispered, I am just going to get rid of this hard-on you have given me, but you know what cock-teasers deserve to get, don't you? Friday came and passed quickly, we had all agreed to go to the pub as usual and then go straight to John's from there and our partners would meet us there later. Two colleagues were driving so the other six of us piled into two cars. Before I knew it, I was in the back seat with John and he was helping me fit my seatbelt in the darkness. He left his hand touching my thigh as the car moved off and I made no effort to remove it. John was chatting to the two male colleagues in the front and now his hand was slowly stroking the outside of my thigh and dragging his fingernails against my suspender clips. He leant forward to apparently accentuate a point in the conversation but what he was really doing was moving his body as a shield between them and me, and at the same time he moved his hand onto my knee. His fingers started to dance lightly on my flesh that sent a tingle straight to my pussy and made my nipples harden. My inhibitions had been lowered by weeks of sexual interaction and lowered further by the two stiff drinks that I had quickly downed at the pub on an empty stomach! As he continued talking, his hand started to push it's way up my skirt and I flinched as his fingers found the warm flesh above my stocking tops. He stroked and caressed and tried to push my legs apart to continue towards their goal, but I managed to keep my thoughts, and my legs, together, and then we suddenly pulled up outside his house. As we got out, John leant in close and whispered "is your pussy wet?" I didn't answer him, but I think he knew that the answer was YES! John had set up everything for us to arrive and soon the drinks were flowing and snacks were passed around. The music was is one room and others were congregated in another downstairs room, plus the kitchen, chatting and making small talk. Dave and other partners, plus other friends quickly arrived and the partly was soon in full flow. I was standing in the kitchen with Dave and several others when John came through and did the host bit by topping up drinks and chatting effortlessly with everyone. He looked at me and I suddenly felt nervous. "You have a lovely house" I blurted out "Thanks, do you want the full guided tour?" John replied. "Oh no, don't be silly" I said "What? Said Dave? "I can't believe you are turning down the chance of nosing around someone else's pad! That's most unlike you!" "OK then" I said, "come and have a look with me" "Nah" said Dave," you go and look around, I will stay hear chatting and get us another drink" Before I could utter another word, John had grabbed my wrist and was leading me out of the kitchen and up the stairs "you have already seen most of downstairs" he said, "come and look at the view from up here" He pushed me up the stairs and into the first room on the left, which was the master bedroom with en- suite and a huge picture window that overlooked open fields at the back of the house. "I bet the view is amazing in the daytime" I said nervously "I have got something else that is amazing! Have a look!" he said I turned around and John stood at the foot of the bed with his zip pulled down and a rapidly hardening cock in his hand. I froze! "What the hell are you doing? Someone could come in at any minute?" I gushed "Well we had better be quick then! You have been cock-teasing me for too long and it's about time you started teasing my cock with your hands and mouth instead!" "Don't be ridiculous!" I replied but my eyes were fixed to the huge pole of flesh that John was slowly pumping with his fist. His cock was huge! It was easily 3 inches longer than Dave and much thicker too and was already leaking beads of pre-cum from the big pee hole at the end of his love stick. "Well then we have a dilemma" said John, "We can either go back downstairs with a huge bulge in my trousers, and everyone will get a good idea that we haven't just been looking at furniture and the view. Or you can help me get rid of this hard-on and we can go and re-join the party with no suspicions aroused!" John moved a few steps forward and placed both hands on my shoulders, he led me like a lamb to the edge of the bed and when my knees hit the edge, I sat down quickly and suddenly, I had a 9 inch fuck stick pointing inches away from my face. It was scary; it was huge; it was veiny; it was throbbing; it was primeval....... it was beautiful! If that wasn't enough, John opened his trousers further and lifted out two huge testicles the size of kiwi fruits, they hung down heavily under his fuck stick and his hairless scrotum moved slowly as his nuts pulsed in readiness of delivering what could only be a massive dose of baby juice. My head was spinning, and I knew his argument was compelling – I certainly didn't want to go back downstairs with John trying to hide a huge bulge in his trousers! Added to that, was the fact that my lips were dry and I was licking them involuntarily. John saw that too and moved forward and placed the tip of his cock against my mouth. I couldn't help myself, my tongue snaked out and licked the sensitive area underneath where the foreskin is joined to the head. He groaned! Did I Really Lead Him On? Ch. 02 The rest of the party went in a blur. I am sure I returned to Dave in the kitchen with a bright red face and an expression of guilt like a four year old boy with his hand stuck in the cookie jar! But Dave was talking and drinking and barely acknowledged my coming back! And I am sure that some of my colleagues gave me that "knowing" look and were exchanging whispers whilst looking in my direction. Was I imagining it? They certainly didn't mention anything when I finally plucked up the courage to go over and talk to them. What definitely could not be mistaken was the smug expression that was on John's face every time I saw him later that evening. And whenever he caught me looking at him, he would slowly lick his lips and then smile a deep smile of satisfaction. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That night when Dave and I were sitting in the back of the taxi, he put his arm around me and his head went to my neck. He kissed my ear and said something that I could not make out because it was so slurred. And when his hand moved to my legs, I grabbed hold of it and returned it to his lap as I pushed him into an upright position – or as near as I could in his drunken state! I had been drinking most of the evening but I felt as sober as a judge. My mind was in a whirl about what I had allowed to happen – did I encourage John to do what he did? I had certainly enjoyed what had happened; the tingling in my pussy was testament to that fact! But I resolved that I COULD not and WOULD not allow this to go any further! A little bit of petting was one thing but I WOULD not allow his big fat cock into my married pussy! I felt a little bit better after I had come to that decision, but then I thought to myself: "A little bit of petting" who was I trying to kid? I had sucked John's huge cock to orgasm and swallowed every drop of cum that he squirted into my throat! And then I had a violent orgasm with John's tongue buried in my pussy whilst I had my knees around my ears! Hardly a little bit of petting! I started to laugh and the taxi driver looked at me in the rear view mirror. I could read his mind: "Bloody drunken sods! They had better not throw up in my cab!" We got home and I helped Dave into the house and straight upstairs, my pussy still had that "itch" and I was considering going downstairs and satisfying myself but when I was helping Dave get undressed, he was trying to grope me and when I pulled down his boxer shorts, I was pleased to see a semi hard cock appear. I pushed him back on the bed and went straight to his cock with my fingers and my warm mouth. I was instantly rewarded with a deep moan from his lips and a pulse in his hardening cock. Dave closed his eyes and let me do all the work. I knew I had to be quick as he had closed his eyes and I occasionally raked my fingernails hard down his chest and stomach to keep him as alert as possible. His cock was hard – not as hard as I have known it, but good enough! Without removing any of my clothes, I hitched up my skirt and quickly straddled his body, I pulled my wet thong to one side and grabbed hold of his dick and pointed it at my wet opening. I exhaled deeply as I sank down and took every inch of his dick in one movement. I looked at Dave and his eyes were closed. His hands were beside his body – it seemed like the only part of his body that was awake was his cock – I thanked him for that and began a rhythmic up-down movement whilst gyrating my hips to extract every bit of sensation that I could from his fuck stick. I sat down hard and could feel Dave's balls against my ass – I closed my eyes and at that moment I wished that I was sitting down on a cock that was 3 inches longer, and fatter, and that the balls I felt were half as big again as the ones I was fucking right now! I quickened my pace and my fingers went to my clit and stroked the oily nub that felt bigger than usual. My fingers were gliding easily over my wet, oily lips and clit and I forced first one, then two fingers into my pussy alongside Dave's cock, my thumb was now in contact with my clit and it felt SO good as I just ground my hips around and around. I felt the familiar stirring rise in my groin and I quickened the pace again, furiously wiggling my fingers in my pussy and my thumb against my clit until my orgasm hit me in wave after wave of delicious pleasure that pulsed through my body. Suddenly, my clit became too sensitive to touch and I slowly withdrew my fingers and slumped forward onto Dave's chest. His breathing was rhythmic and I knew he was asleep. His still semi hard cock plopped out of my pussy and I knew he had not come but I felt satisfied that I had. Not as satisfied as I COULD be, I thought wickedly to myself, but I quickly dispelled those thoughts as I got undressed and slipped between the covers and fell into a deep sleep. The weekend passed quickly and before I knew it, I was walking into work on Monday morning. Two hours before that I was in the shower and thinking about what I should wear for work today. Thick tights and granny pants was the right thing to do. That would send John a clear message that the line had been crossed and things should go no further. What actually happened was that I reached for the shaver and carefully shaved my pussy lips totally clean, leaving only a "landing strip" of hair above my pussy. I convinced myself that I had done this many times before (mostly because Dave nagged me to do it!) so it was no big deal to do it now. And I would do it more often because I loved the smooth feeling and the fact it enhanced and heightened any touch to that area, but what put me off was the itchy feeling as the hair started to grow back. At that moment, Dave came into the bathroom and saw me with my legs wide open and shaving my pussy lips. "Do you need a hand with that?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face. "No thanks, I am just having a tidy up. "You can sample it later if you are a good boy. But if I let you get involved right now then we will both be late for work and I certainly don't want to go to work with your cum dribbling down my legs!!" "Oh go on!" cajoled Dave as he opened the shower door and pushed himself inside. "No, I have already finished" I said as I put the shaver on the shelf. Dave wasn't taking no for answer though. "OK well let me make sure you haven't missed a bit and help you wipe away the loose hairs" At that, his hand went between my legs and cupped my pussy. "Mmmmm, it feels good" Dave breathed as he pressed his body against mine. With his other hand, he took mine and placed it on his rapidly hardening cock as the water ran over our heads and the soap ran from my body to his, making the hand movements glide easily over silky skin. I resigned myself to the fact that Dave was going nowhere, and also to the growing feelings in my groin where his fingers were slipping between the folds of my pussy and occasionally brushing my clit which had already grown in size since my ministrations with the shaver! "OK, a little mutual masturbation never hurt" I said as I pumped my hand slowly up and down over his cock and down under his heavy balls and then back up to his cock again. "But no fucking!" "You're the boss" said Dave, as he slid his hand back and forth across my pussy and back right underneath me, so he was kneading my ass cheeks with his fingers and his wrist and forearm was doing wonderful things rubbing against my pussy and clit. This made me lift my leg higher to allow him greater access and to expose myself totally. Dave continued kneading my ass for a few seconds and then slowly dragged his hand back underneath me until his fingertips slowly traced the puckered opening to my ass. He slipped the tip of his middle finger into my ass and I gasped at the sensation. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper until the whole finger was buried in my ass and at the same time he brought his thumb up to rub my clit hard in circular movements that also transferred to the in out movement of his finger. "OH God that feels so good" I breathed into his shoulder and my teeth bit into his flesh. I returned the favour as I slipped my hand back under his balls and found the slippery opening to Dave's asshole. I forced my soapy finger in to the second knuckle and slowly moved it back and forth. Dave groaned in pleasure but I knew that he wanted my hand on his cock and because I could only use one hand as the other gripped the side of the shower cubicle for balance, I slipped back to his hard cock and wanked him with a quick rhythm that I knew he could not withstand for long. Sure enough, we both quickly reached the point of no return and as I came hard on Dave's finger still buried deep in my ass and his thumb in my pussy, I looked down as I felt Dave's cock throb in my hand, to watch the strings of cum shoot out the end of his engorged cock and splash down into the shower tray. We kissed a long tongue mashing kiss and hugged under the warm water. It felt good! I quickly finished washing myself and left him in the shower. I came out of the bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror – not bad! I thought. I opened my knees and inspected my clean shaven pussy with puffy red lips and my clit still proudly erect and glistening. I looked for tights and granny pants, but I knew I wouldn't find any! Dave saw to that by raiding my drawers occasionally and secretly throwing out anything that he didn't approve of me wearing! So in I walked to work, with a tight, figure hugging pencil skirt, black stockings, and a black lacy thong! I had felt the cool morning air blowing up my skirt and onto the bare flesh at the tops of my legs, and I could also feel it cold against the dampness of my pussy lips that were tingling and every nerve ending was alive like static electricity because the area was totally shaved. TART! I thought to myself as I giggled inwardly and hung up my coat and sat down to work. John was already at his place behind the counter and I could feel his eyes burning upon me as I said the usual Monday morning greetings to my work colleagues, including John of course. The talk briefly was all about the party on Friday night and the fact that most people had got wasted but had a great time. "I am glad you all enjoyed it!" Said John, "We must do it again soon!" Just then the doors opened and the customers started to file in. The morning passed quickly and without incident, so I took my lunch pack and went downstairs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, 3 of my colleagues were finishing their staggered lunch break and returned to work. "Nothing personal, but it's time to go!" one of them laughed as we passed each other and I sat down after putting on the kettle. I made two cups of coffee for myself and John as I was expecting him to come down and eat his lunch as usual. I nibbled at a sandwich and I sipped at my coffee as the clock ticked slowly by. I thought about going to see where John was, but I didn't want to appear eager. So I sat and waited like a schoolgirl with a crush. After 45 minutes I could wait no longer and none of the magazines or newspapers could keep my attention for more than a few seconds! I went upstairs and back to my workstation 15 minutes early. John was nowhere to be seen? A few minutes later, John came in through the main front door and went straight into the toilet. A couple of minutes later he walked passed me and back to his workstation without a word. "Where have you been?" I asked "Why didn't you come downstairs for lunch as usual?" "Oh I just thought I would go out for a sandwich for a change" John replied without looking up. Then the realisation hit me! The bugger did it on purpose to make me squirm downstairs on my own, knowing (or hoping!) that I would be looking at the clock and watching the stairs in eager anticipation. What a first class SHIT he is! I was furious but couldn't let him know that! I was still looking in his direction as I tried to change my facial expression from one of shocked indignation, to one of total indifference, but I hadn't even got close to achieving that before he looked up and smiled a big smug grin that I wanted to wipe off his face with the stapler that I had in my hand! The rest of the day was thankfully very busy so the time passed quickly. The doors were locked up to the customers and we went through our usual routines of sorting out the necessary paperwork and cashing up the tills. For some reason I could get my till to balance and I had already rechecked things twice when most of my colleagues had said their goodbyes and walked out the door to go home. Just John, me and the manager remained. Pat, the manager came out of his office and started his usual routine of closing the window blinds and looking around to see if everything was locked up – he came over to where I was counting out notes and asked if I had a problem. "Yes, my till won't balance" I replied "I have rechecked it twice and can't find the problem" "Oh Dear, that IS a problem" said Pat "Normally I would have stayed and helped you but I am out tonight and can't be late! "That's OK!" John interjected "Just leave me the keys and I will lock up and set the alarm and we can sort it out together" Pat jumped at the offer and didn't even consider if it was OK for me to be left alone with John! Five minutes later, John was locking the door behind Pat and wishing him a nice evening. John turned off the lights by the door and returned to my till. "OK let's start this again and see if we can't find the problem". "Fine, thanks, but just let me text Dave and tell him I am running late" So I texted Dave and told him my problem and left it open-ended as to when I would show up at home, and then we got down to checking the book entries and the cash. After about 20 minutes, John discovered a double entry which now made the till balance to the penny! Result! After another 5 minutes, everything was stowed safely away in the safe and we were good to go. "Thanks very much for helping me with that John, I owe you one and next time you have a similar problem, I will be sure to help you out!" John smiled and moved closer to me "I was kinda hoping you would want to repay me straight away!" "Oh did you now?" I replied, knowing exactly what he was implying! "Well you can't blackmail me and force me to doing things like you did at the party because there is no-one around to ask questions!" "Force you, did I? Asked John sarcastically "You didn't look like you were being forced as you sucked my cock and squeezed my balls as you swallowed my cum!" "And then would you have come on my tongue after about 5 seconds if I was forcing you?" I blushed crimson at the thoughts he was bringing back to my mind. "You LIKED sucking on my big cock, didn't you?" teased John "My cock is bigger than your husbands, isn't it? "I love my husband, and I love my husband's cock and I am totally satisfied with how he uses it on me, thank you VERY much!" "Admit it" Taunted John "my cock is bigger than your husband's and since you have had it in your pretty mouth, you have probably been fantasising about having it sawing in and out of your tight little pussy!" "In fact, I bet you sat downstairs at lunch time playing with yourself because you were gagging for me to come down and let you suck it again!" "You arrogant bastard!" I cried, "You tricked me into going upstairs with you at the party and then you took advantage of me." "OK calm down" said John "I have a suggestion, why don't you let me kiss you, because I have had my cock in your mouth and I have had my mouth on your pussy, but I haven't even had the pleasure of kissing you properly! Don't you think that is a little bit 'horse before the cart'? " "No" I replied "It just proves that you forced me to do the things we did!" "I could have let you get into big trouble about your till – you owe me one! Big time! Said John. "If I agree to a kiss, will you let me go home and let this be an end to it?" I whispered. "It would be good for a start!" replied John as he moved even closer and with one finger under my chin, he lifted my face to his and gently kissed my closed lips. I felt an electric tingle as his lips touched mine, he held my head with one finger and returned his lips onto mine, this time kissing me and probing me with his tongue. His hand went to the back of my head and caressed my neck as his tongue found mine and I kissed him back. Softly at first, but then with growing passion as our tongues entwined and his hands went up and down my back to my ass cheeks and up to my neck. This sent shivers down my spine as I fought my body to stay in control. But I knew my body was betraying me and I was fighting a losing battle! I suddenly panicked and pushed him away "No more!" I said "I am a happily married woman!" "Just allow me one thing" John said "Oh and what is that?" I asked, not knowing whether I wanted to know the answer and how I would react when he asked for one more (obviously sexual) favour! "I have always had one major fantasy about you" Said John "You remember that day when you cock-teased me by bending over at the waist and staying down far longer than you needed to, just so I could see the clear outline of your thong and suspender belt?" I remembered only to well and I nodded slowly. "Well since that day, I fantasised about walking up behind you and turning you back to the counter so you were laying your top half on the counter with your pert ass up in the air. Then I slowly raised your skirt so I could see your pert ass, stockings and thong in all their glory" breathed John. "And do you honestly think I would allow myself to be exposed to you in that way? I couldn't trust you not to hold me down and shove that big fat dick of yours up my exposed pussy! I replied. "Well, to be honest, that IS how the fantasy ended up" Said John "But what if I was to promise you that I won't shove my big fat dick into your exposed pussy! As you so eloquently phrased it! John continued "I promise I won't put my cock in your pussy, unless of course you BEG me to do it!" There he goes again – challenging my resolve by his subtle tricks – he certainly knew how to push my buttons! He was basically saying that I was asking for everything I had got so far and would get in the future and he was challenging me to allow him to get to the point of no return and then beg him to continue! Boy was I angry now! "You arrogant bastard" I screamed, "You might have a big fat dick, but you are not God's gift to women! If I allow you to enact your sleazy fantasy can I then go home to my husband? "Of course" Said John "You promise?" "I promise!" I walked over to the filing cabinet and my legs were like jelly. I slowly bent over at the waist and looked over my shoulder to see John with that stupid smug grin on his face, whilst rubbing a huge bulge in his trousers. He walked towards me and held my hips. He slowly eased me around until my head and upper body were resting on the counter. I then felt him lightly touch my ankles and slowly trace his finger tips up my stocking covered legs, slowly over my calves and tracing small circles at the back of my knees before continuing up my thighs until he reached the hem of my skirt which he then hooked under his thumbs and kept pushing his fingers higher and higher, taking the skirt with it. His fingers now made contact with my warm thighs above the stocking tops and he stopped to finger first one suspender and then the other, then moved his fingers to the outside of my thighs and back in to the inside where I now realised that my legs were apart. When did I do that? He certainly had not pushed my legs apart so I must have done that voluntarily! Did I Really Lead Him On? Ch. 02 I could feel his hot breath on my thighs as he pushed the skirt further and further up my body until it formed a belt above my hips and I knew that apart form a tiny little thong, I was totally exposed to his gaze. He leant in closer until his lips touched my ass cheek – I jumped! I heard him inhale deeply with his nose millimetres away from my pussy which I knew was betraying me and leaking juices into my thong. He licked my ass cheeks in turn. He licked my thighs at the top of my stockings and he licked deep into the gap between my legs until he was so close to my pussy before pulling away and continuing onto my ass cheeks again. This time he traced his tongue down the crack of my ass, he hooked one finger under my thong and pulled it slightly to one side so that his tongue made contact with the rosebud of my ass which contracted involuntarily. "My God, you are just as beautiful as I imagined" He breathed. He continued to tease my ass with his tongue and then slowly licked the sensitive area in between my ass and my pussy. I moaned without realising it and I screwed up my eyes and tried to think of something else, but I could not deny that I was liking what John was doing to me – too much! John's tongue started to lap at my pussy and I groaned – this has already gone too far, my brain told me! But my body would not move! It was as though I was being held by four pairs of hands as this bastard ravaged my prone body. But I knew that there were no hands holding me, and my body was quivering as his tongue invaded my private place. "Did you shave your pussy for me?" asked John "It was not shaved at the party and now it is just even more beautiful!" I didn't answer! My lips were so tightly clenched that I that I thought I would draw blood! John's tongue had reached my clit and wild flashes went off in my head! His hands were buried in my ass flesh and he was pulling my pussy open and on to his tongue. And, I then realised, I was also pushing back so he could gain even deeper access to my married pussy! Then a finger slowly pushed into my pussy and found that special place at the front wall of my vagina, and he started to caress that spot as his tongue continued to lash at my pussy, my clit, my asshole. Then two fingers were in my pussy, and his tongue pushed past my puckered sphincter and into my ass. "OH FUCK!, OH GOD!, OH SHIT!" my mouth had started to work but I was not in control of it. That cocky bastard with his tongue shoved up my asshole was in control of it! John replaced his tongue with his thumb and now I had two fingers up my pussy and a thumb up my ass, and his tongue still lashing every sensitive area around my crotch. SHIT, I am going to cum! This bastard is going to make me cum again! "OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH SHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!" I gasped as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. But still John kept on fucking me with his fingers and his tongue until I was shuddering and spasming like a freshly landed salmon. Suddenly, his fingers and his tongue were gone, but I could not move! I heard John move behind me and then I felt his hands on my ass as he once again kneaded the globes of my ass. "You are just fucking perfect!" John breathed "If I was married to you I would not let you out of my sight because just the sight of you gives me a hard-on! As he stroked my ass cheeks I felt so good, I could lie like this for hours, just stroking and caressing. Then I felt something else on my leg, John rubbed it against my thigh and against my ass cheek, then he rubbed it from the front to the back of my pussy and then back again. "Oh my God, is that your cock?" I screamed "Yes it is baby, are you going to beg for it like a good little cock-tease?" "No, you promised! You promised not to fuck me! "If I remember correctly, I promised not to stick my big, fat dick into your exposed pussy! Unless of course you beg for it!" said John "Well I am NOT going to beg for it" I shouted, as I tried to wriggle upright. But he had his hands pressing me firmly down onto the counter. "In that case, we are going to have a change of plan!" said John "What do you mean? You promised me!" "And I won't break my promise" said John, as he continued to rub his cock head up against the folds of my pussy which was soaking his cock with my juices. "We didn't make any promises about that pretty little ass of yours, now did we?" As he said the words, and my brain struggled to comprehend them, he slid the head of his slippery cock up and against my tight little rosebud and pushed forward. I screamed as I felt the head of his massive dick pop into the ring of my ass. John grabbed his boxers and shoved them into my mouth to stifle my screams. "Please no!, you are too big! You will split me in two!" I pleaded to no avail My struggling was only making it worse because he now had several inches of his fat dick buried in my ass and it felt like a baseball bat! Dave had fucked me many times in the ass, and I loved it! But that was after he had slowly opened me up with KY jelly and his fingers, and then fucked me with his 6 inch dick. Now I had four inches of fat meat forced into my hardly lubricated asshole and it already felt like my shit tube was being turned inside out! I decided that the only way to get through this was to relax my body as much as I could because to fight him could cause me to rip. I lay still and John said "there's a good girl, take my big fat dick up your tight little perfect ass!" John slowly eased his cock back and forth, a couple of times he withdrew totally and rubbed his cockhead along my pussy and then spat on his dick before burying it back into my poor little ass. Each time he pushed forward, another inch got buried until finally, I felt his balls bounce against my clit and I knew he had got all of that giant cock inside me! John gently rocked back and forth, I think he was concentrating on not cumming because this must have been the pinnacle of his fantasy and now he was buried balls deep and desperate to prolong the moment. He reached down and started to stroke my clit with his fingers. OH SHIT, please just cum in my ass and get this over with! Please don't make my body do things I don't want it to! "Please don't!" I whispered "Please stop!" "Stop?" replied John, "we are just getting started!" At that he started to slide his cock slowly in and out of my ass, whilst rubbing my clit in circular movements that had my hips jerking and moving in ways I could not control. As he pushed forward, his big heavy balls would hit against my pussy and that is normally a feeling I love because it is so animalistic! To be fucked like a dog with your lover's cock pumping into your body and their heavy nut sack bouncing against your clit is just the best feeling ever! I then realised that I was pushing my hips back in anticipation of his balls bouncing off me and I also realised that the pain in my ass had subsided and had been replaced by a good feeling as his fuckstick slowly ploughed in and out of my prone body. "Oh my God", said John "I can't hold it back any longer! I am going to blast my cum into that perfect little body of yours!" The pace of his thrusts quickened and the speed of his fingers on my clit went faster too. OH my God, he was pistoning into my ass like a fucking porn movie and I was fucking LOVING IT! OH SHIT! Here it comes baby! Here it comes! OH SHHHHHIIIITTT!! I felt the first warm pulse of cum hit my insides and the pressure in my ass raised another couple of notches and it sent me over the edge and into a blue/white/red haze that had me screaming with ecstasy. John pumped my ass like he was a dog on heat and I pushed back hard with every thrust to ensure I got every millimetre of his cock to maximise the intensity of orgasm that I had not experienced before. We lay there for several minutes, panting and not saying a word. His cock still felt huge in my sore ass and when he finally withdrew I felt the cum ooze out of my bum hole and onto my legs, and I felt an emptiness that was difficult to comprehend. "YOU BASTARD!" I yelled at him as I stood up "You raped my ass!" "You fucking loved it, and don't try telling me anything different!" Taunted John "I bet you have never cum as hard on your husbands little dick as you just did on mine!" That comment hurt! Because however much I wanted to say it wasn't true, I knew it WAS! John had made me cum quicker and harder than Dave ever had! Even when I was fighting it! John was an arrogant bastard, but not only did he have a big dick, he knew how to use it, and he knew how to use his hands and his mouth and his tongue too! My husband was a good lover as well! But I had to admit (if only to myself!), that a good lover with a big dick is even better! I tried to argue further but the words just wouldn't come out. And then arrogant bastard John played his Ace card: He moved close to me and looked me straight in the eyes and said: "And just imagine what it would be like to have my big, fat dick in that tight, little, shaved married pussy of yours. How hard will you cum then?" Oh my God, I thought to myself as the realisation hit home – this is not the end! Did I Really Lead Him On? Ch. 03 I went to the toilet and cleaned myself us as best I could and when I came out, John was nowhere to be seen. I called his name and after a few seconds he appeared coming out of the manager's office and locked the door behind him. "What were you doing in there?" I asked "I just needed to check something, but it's fine, do you need a lift?" He asked. "No thanks, I have had more than enough of you today!" "Ok, suit yourself" said John So we let ourselves out and John set the alarm and locked up. "See you tomorrow pert ass" quipped John as we went our separate ways. Sore ass, more like! I thought to myself as I ignored him and walked towards the bus stop. I got home and went straight into the shower after greeting Dave who was busy cooking dinner for us. "Sorry I'm late, I said, the damn till wouldn't balance and a couple of the guys had to stop behind and help me" I lied. "No worries, sit down and we'll eat – do you want some wine?" "Yes please, that will be nice – it's been a long hard day" I replied (In more ways than one, I thought to myself with a wry smile!) I felt guilty, but I also felt more alive than I ever had – but I would have to tell John tomorrow that everything must stop from now on – it had gone too far and could NOT go any further – my marriage was too important! We sat watching TV and then Dave said he was just popping over to a mate's to collect his golf clubs as he wanted to go to the driving range and have a few beers with his mates after work tomorrow night. When Dave had gone, I sat there thinking about what had happened today and how stupid I was to let John have his way with me in the open office. IN THE OPEN OFFICE!!!! OH FUCK! OH SHIT SHIT SHIT! My stomach turned over and I felt sick, my skin went white as the colour drained from me – there is a CCTV camera in the office that records 24/7! I ran to get my phone and rang John's mobile – it rang for what seemed like an eternity before John said "Hello, I thought you had had more than enough of me for one day!" "Shut up you dickhead!" I screamed "There is a fucking camera in the office and it records 24/7!" "I am aware of that" replied John "You need to go back and get the tape before Pat gets in tomorrow morning!" I shouted "I don't need to do that at all" replied John calmly "I am quite comfortable here with a few beers, watching TV" "Don't be an asshole!" I screamed "If Pat sees that tape it will be at best totally embarrassing, and at worst, a fucking disaster!" "For you, maybe!" taunted John "For me it will probably do my street credit a power of good!" I breathed in heavily and paused for a long time before saying: "Do you want me to beg?" "That's exactly want I want you to do!" laughed John "But not to go back and get the tape because I don't need to!" "What do you mean?" I asked "I was obviously thinking a little bit clearer than you after the very pleasant events after work tonight, because when you were in the toilet, I went into Pat's office and put in a clean tape" "And what happened to the tape you took out?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Like I said, I was watching TV and drinking a few beers", " OH!, and I am stroking my big fat dick, because what I am watching on the TV is you getting fucked in the ass, and boy is it GOOD to watch!" I slammed the phone down and stared into space. I could feel the blood pumping in my temples and my heart felt it was going to burst through my chest. THIS IS NOT A GOOD SITUATION! I thought to myself. This is NOT a good situation at all! I was initially relieved that Pat would not see the tape, but I was worried with what John would do with it! Blackmail me? Show it to his mates and our work colleagues? Put it on the Internet? Oh my God, it didn't bear thinking about! I knew that the CCTV system was pictures only with no sound so any hope of me getting some sort of belief from those watching would be non-existent because all my protests were verbal and my actions were almost total compliance! I did not get much sleep that night! Tuesday morning was difficult to say the least, with very little exchange between me and John. Then lunch time came and John followed me down the stairs. As we descended, our other colleagues were on their way back to work. As soon as the door closed, I turned to John "We have to talk!" I said "OK, so talk!" said John nonchalantly. "What are you going to do with that tape" I pleaded "You realise it could destroy my marriage!" "I realise that totally!" replied John "But despite what you think of me, I like you a lot, and you are my work colleague, and I want us to get along and to continue to be friends. I also like Dave and I do feel guilty about what we have been doing, but having said all that, I can live with myself because the simple truth is - I just cannot resist you! "Plus, let's be totally honest here – you have been a cock-teaser and I know I turn you on –you say one thing but your body does not believe a word you are saying!" I ignored his last comment and asked "So what do you intend to do with the tape?" "I want to give it to you!" replied John "Just like that?" I asked, already knowing that it wasn't going to be that easy. "No I think you have to "earn it" said John "And how exactly do I earn it?" "I need to experience your tight shaved pussy just once! I want to fuck you in your married pussy and make you cum on my big fat dick!" "Please don't make me do that" I pleaded in desperation "Dave is out with his friends after work, let me come to your car and give you a blow job" "You are in no position to negotiate" said John, with an evil smile on his face "You can come to my car after work by all means, but it will be to sit on my cock and ride me til we both come!" "And what guarantee do I have that if I do what you ask, that you will give me the tape and not make a copy? "You have my word!" replied John "I have not broken my promise yet and like I said, we have to continue to work together" "Oh and I think I deserve a down payment because all this thought of drilling your pussy is making me horny!" said John, and he walked towards me and pulled down his zipper. "You can't be serious!" I said "anyone could walk in at any moment!" "You know that is not likely" replied John "and we will hear the door open and have several seconds before they appear. There are no cameras down here, so take out my cock and suck it like the good little cock-teaser that you are!" I weighed up my options, and realised I didn't have any good ones. Anything I did to upset him would risk him making the tape public. And, after all, I wasn't doing anything I hadn't done already! I resigned myself that I had no choice and sat down on the sofa in front of him and reached for the opening in his trousers. I reached in and pulled out a semi hard cock that already had a bead of pre-cum which I immediately licked into my mouth and I realised straight away to my shame, that I LOVED sucking his cock! It felt so big and heavy in my small hands. I wanted to pull out his big balls too but I realised that it would be difficult enough for him to hide his dick in his trousers if we were disturbed. But getting his hairy balls past a zip in a hurry might not be a good idea. I was actually disappointed that I didn't get to squeeze the cum out of them! I looked up at him smiling smugly down at me and said "You know you are a fucking arrogant pig, don't you! If I were a man, I would punch your lights out!" "If you were a man, we wouldn't be in this situation you stupid girl, now shut up and make me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours!" I continued to look up at him as I teased and licked his cock with my tongue whilst slowly moving both my hands up and down his now solid, long fat shaft. I then took the head of his cock in my mouth and alternated with sucking and then blowing cold air on the sensitive head as I slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth over the head of his fuckstick. I pulled his foreskin up over and then ran my tongue around the head and in between the cockhead and his foreskin – I could tell John liked that because he moaned every time I did it! I then got into a rhythm of sucking and wanking his cock as far into my mouth as I could take it. I fought my gag reflex as his cock head tried to force its' way down my throat and I found his heavy balls through his trousers and massaged them with my expert fingers. I could feel his cock pulsing and the veins started to bulge and throb. I speeded up the action and John held my head onto his pistoning cock. I wanked his big dick with both hands and I felt his cock surge in my mouth. I looked up at his face just as he threw his head back and groaned and the first string of cum hit my tonsils. I continued to wank and suck and swallow until every drop was squeezed out of his magnificent cock. John looked down at me as I continued to clean every inch of his dick with my eager tongue, still running my tongue around inside his foreskin and gauging his expression for a favourable reaction every time. "You are the best cock sucker I have ever had the pleasure of knowing" Said John "My cock is still hard and I have a good mind to bend you over that sofa and fuck you right now!" "But, I think a better idea is to give you a taste of what you can expect tonight after work!" he added. John pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, I found that to be incredibly erotic, knowing that he was tasting his own cum and I could feel my pussy getting more and more wet by the second. Johns' hands were on my breasts over my clothes and the nipples hardened to meet his caresses. He lent down and took one of my clearly protruding nipples between his teeth and bit down ever so gently. It felt soooo good! His hand went under my skirt and immediately went to my wet pussy and pushed two fingers into my welcoming fuck hole, pushing my wet thong aside in the process. He continued biting at my nipple whilst he fucked me with two and then three fingers that were now going at a speed that took my breath away and made my legs buckle. His thumb touched my clit and my orgasm started to build. My body started to quiver and, once again, I realised he was making me cum so quickly that it was embarrassing! I was now half sitting on the arm of the sofa and my legs were spread as wide as I could get them with my skirt bunched around my waist. Suddenly, he stopped! His fingers withdrew from my pussy and his teeth came away from my nipple. "Noooooo! Please don't stop" I breathed John withdrew his fingers and licked one before putting the other two in my mouth. "It's only fair that we both taste our own juices!" smiled John I licked his fingers gratefully and the tingling and aching in my groin and nipples continued. "Please let me cum! I was so close" I said "I know" replied John with that evil smile on his face He then pulled my thong down and instructed me to step out of it. He put the wet material to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You are going to spend the afternoon with nothing to cover that pretty pussy and when the time comes after work, you are going to beg me to stick my cock in to satisfy the urge that is building inside you and is so desperate for release!" "I am going to be the tease this afternoon" John continued "I am going to take every opportunity to brush up against you and remind you that your pussy is wet and open and waiting to be fucked as it should!" I said nothing and he knew I was putty in his hands. This guy was everything that I wanted in a fantasy lover and I think that the whole illicit nature of what was happening made it even more intense! John made me return to work without going to the toilet, 1) so I didn't finish off what he started and 2) so that my pussy was still wet and swollen from his fingers and with the cool air blowing up my skirt, it was a constant reminder of my exposed sex. John was true to his word as he kept touching my ass and legs every time he passed close by (which was much more than usual!) On one occasion when I was explaining something to a customer, John joined in the conversation whilst standing behind my shoulder and for the next few minutes, he kneaded my ass flesh surreptitiously. When home time came, I was a wreck! I knew I had to go ahead with John's demands, and in any other circumstances I would have been a totally willing participant! But the thought of John fucking me where no-one other than my husband had been since we were married, hurt me deeply. And, also there was also the trepidation that I could go along with his demands and STILL not get the tape! All I could do was hope in that respect! We all said our goodbyes and I walked off in the direction of the bus as usual. I had been walking for 5 minutes when a car drew up beside me with its' window rolled down. "Need a lift pretty lady?" said a voice from within. I opened the car door and sat inside without a word. I fastened my seatbelt and a hand reached across and squeezed the flesh of my inner thigh gently. "Where are you taking me?" I enquired "I am taking you to the tape" replied John We arrived at his house without saying another word. John had his hand on my inner thigh the whole journey. It moved slowly from the top of my stockings, then almost but not quite, to my bare pussy lips, and back down in slow circular movements. He was deliberately keeping me on a plateau of pleasure but would not allow me to go over the top. We went inside and John took my coat and led us straight upstairs to the master bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and moved over to the TV and switched it on. He then pressed play and a grainy CCTV picture started to appear on the screen. He had obviously paused it at a point when I was lying forward on the counter with my legs spread apart and John had his head buried in my ass and his hand was moving rapidly in and out of my groin. It was incredibly erotic and I wanted to watch more but I said: "Can you turn it off please?" I asked "I don't need to see it!" "But it's coming up to the best part!" Said John, "Unfortunately the angle of the camera is not so good and you can't actually see my cock going in and out of your tight asshole, but it is obvious that you are getting a real good fucking and you are pushing back onto me and clearly enjoying every second!" "OK thank you, I have seen enough" I said "Stand up!" said John "I want to see your beautiful body naked!" "I need you to promise me that you will give me the tape and that you have not shown this to anyone else and you have not made any copies!" I said as bravely as I could (although I didn't feel very brave and did not have a clue what to do next if he didn't agree!) "We were friends before and I want us to be friends in the future" replied John "Now can we both just enjoy the moment and forget about the tape "In fact, as a gesture of goodwill, I will take the tape out of the VCR and put it in your bag. There, the tape is now in your possession. You will have to take my word for it that I haven't shown it to anyone else and I haven't taken a copy – in fact I don't have the facility to copy old VCR tape – my VCR is just a player – you can see for yourself – happy?" "Happy is not a word I would use to describe this situation!" I replied "OK let's change that to satisfied, and assume that we are talking about a little while from now when you and I are well and truly SATISFIED!" said John "Now, pretty please with a cherry on top, can I see your beautiful body naked?" I stood up and looked at my feet as I undid the buttons on my blouse and let it fall off my shoulders, my breasts heaved in my bra as my breathing was deep and laboured. My fumbling fingers then found the catch and zip to my skirt and I pushed it and my slip to the ground and stepped out of it. John caught his breath as my exposed pussy came into view but he still watched in silence. My hands went to my suspender belt "No!" said John "Leave the stockings and heels on" So my hands reached out behind me and unclasped my bra and I pushed the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I glanced down at my heaving breasts and saw that even though it was warm in the room; my nipples were as hard as bullets and sticking out. Even the aerola around my nipples were engorged and distended. And I knew that my pussy had been wet since lunchtime and was now flowing anew. It seemed like my body wanted this too much and only my conscience was fighting for my honour – and my conscience was down on the ropes in the first round and the towel was about to be thrown in! "You are more beautiful than I imagined!" John breathed "There isn't an ounce of fat on your body and every part of you is perfect! Please turn around." I turned on wobbly legs and stood as his eyes devoured my body – it felt good to be wanted and appreciated that much! "Come here!" said John and I turned and walked towards him and stood in front of him, unable to look into his eyes, I stared into his body and watched his chest heave in time with my own. "Undress me!" John whispered He stood motionless as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His body was testament to the fact that he spent many hours in the gym with muscles that were well toned but not of body builder proportion. His stomach was slim and flat with a hint of a six-pack. I undid his trousers and unzipped his fly and pushed the trousers off his hips into a pool around his ankles. His boxer shorts bulged ridiculously as they strained to constrain the erection within. John reached down and removed his socks along with the trousers and kicked them to one side and then stood willing me to continue. I went down on one knee and hooked my fingers into his waistband. I pulled down and forward to clear the end of his huge cock that stood at rightangles to his body. It pulsed as if it had its' own throbbing heart. The veins looked as though they would burst – it looked like an iron rod covered with skin and it looked even bigger than before! I stood up and looked at him. Awaiting further instructions. John reached and took my shoulders and pushed me gently back towards the bed. My knees made contact and I sat down and John continued pushing my shoulders until I lay flat and he was alongside me. He reached forward and kissed me with the tenderness of a lover's first kiss. Our tongues entwined and his hand gently caressed my hair and neck. His lips moved from mine and proceeded to kiss every inch of my face and neck with little butterfly touches that had my skin tingling with anticipation. Then his kisses went down from my neck and onto my body, slowly encircling my breasts and then ever closer to my hard nipples, he finally kissed and then sucked each nipple gently into his mouth, before releasing and continuing lower, onto my flat stomach and into my navel, over my hips and all around my pussy mound but never making contact. I could feel my pussy lubricating like I had never known. His tender kisses continued down my thighs and onto my stocking covered legs, past my knees, calves and ankles before his lips and tongue traced the arch of my feet and down to my toes before changing to the other foot and slowly working his way up in the opposite journey to the first leg. He continued around my pussy mound until I felt an uncontrollable urge to grab his head and push it down onto my pussy but at that very moment he lifted my legs, kneeled on the floor and continued his kisses in my inner thigh. My legs spread wider of their own accord, willing him to move into my married pussy and give me the release I had been desperate for since he left me hanging several hours before. Did I Really Lead Him On? Ch. 03 When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy lips, my hips jerked in spasm. I involuntarily pushed my hips up to meet his mouth and tongue but he continued to gently lick and nibble at my pussy and only occasionally would make contact with my clit. This agonising but incredibly erotic teasing went on for what seemed like an eternity and my orgasm was building. My hands went of their own accord and kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples hard. But John pulled my hands back down to my side and continued his butterfly kissing of my pussy. My hips were twitching up and down, trying to increase the friction between tongue and clit, but each time John would move lower, still on sensitive erogenous areas but not allowing me to find the release my body craved. I grabbed his head and pulled and for an instant I was rewarded with his face pressed into my sex. I ground my hips to increase the contact but John grabbed my hands and suddenly all contact was gone! I lay there breathing like I had run a marathon, my wrists were in his hands, my legs were high in the air and my heels were digging into his shoulders, trying to pull him back into me. John stood up and lifted me and turned me in the same moment. He pushed forward until my head and hands made contact with the bed and my legs were straight and standing on the floor with my ass high in the air. My breasts heaved and hung heavily, my nipples felt like they would burst. John leant down and grabbed my ankles and pushed them further apart until my legs were spread wide. He then stood up and placed his hand upon my hip. With his other hand, he grabbed his rock hard dick and wiped his pre-cum on my ass and thighs. He rested his fuck stick in the cleft of my ass and slowly sawed it back and forth across my puckered ass hole. Then he moved back and then his cock made contact with my pussy lips. He rubbed the head slowly back and forth across the entire length of my pussy before pushing forward and the top of his cock grazed against my clit, back and forward, teasing and stroking until I thought I would scream. He then moved back slightly and placed the massive dome of his cock just inside my pussy lips and then placed both hands on my hips. My pussy tried to clamp down on his cock and pull it into my body. My ass pushed back to try and get another millimetre into my eager pussy. Each time I moved, John kept the distance by increasing the pressure on my hips. "You know what you have to say!" John breathed. "Please!" I implored "I want to hear the words! I have a promise to keep!" repeated John "Please fuck me!" I cried in desperation. "I want to hear the exact words!" John repeated in mantra fashion. "PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG, FAT COCK IN AND FUCK MY MARRIED PUSSY!" I screamed. "Good girl!" said John and his grip changed on my hips and then he pulled me onto his big, fat cock in one slow movement and although my pussy had never had anything that big in it before, I was so wet and so ready that it sank to the hilt and his balls rested on my pussy lips. The flood gates opened and my body was finally allowed to release its pent up energy - I came immediately and even more liquid oozed out of my pussy, past his cock and down my legs. My body twitched uncontrollably and if John was not holding me up I would have collapsed onto the bed. "Your pussy is so tight I can feel every ridge, and you are sooo wet. My cock is soaking up your juices" John whispered as he held me still, savouring the first moment that he finally had his massive cock buried to the balls inside his fantasy girl. John then withdrew slowly until just the tip of his cock was resting inside my pussy, he teased me again with small in/out movements of just a few inches before slamming his cock right into me again and again. Relentlessly he fucked me until my senses reeled and I was having one mini orgasm after another that built in intensity until I was just cumming continuously in a series of multiple orgasms. Still he slammed his fuck stick into my battered pussy until suddenly he felt the sap start to rise and his strokes quickened into a frenzied jackhammer onslaught and then finally he thrust forward and held me so tight with his hands gripping my hips and pulling me as hard as he could onto his cock as it pulsed and pulsed his hot seed deep inside my pussy. We both collapsed in a heap on the bed and were panting like dogs on a hot summers' day. "Happy now?" I asked "Very!" replied John "Are you happy?" "Not happy, but I AM satisfied!" I smiled "So where do we go from here?" John asked "We go back to being just work colleagues!" I replied I looked at John and the sadness in his eyes was obvious. And I asked myself, can I go back to that, knowing what I was missing? Hmmmm Did I Really Lead Him On? Ch. 04 The next few days at work went by without real incident although the sexual tension between us was obvious! I felt sure that our colleagues must be talking about us but nothing was said and the boss had not got involved, so maybe I was imagining it? Several days later, we were alone downstairs for the first time since everything "came to a head" and John blurted out that he was considering looking for another job because he couldn't bear to work with me every day, knowing that he had "tasted paradise" as he so eloquently put it. But now he was so close to me and the frustration of not being able to touch me was driving him nuts! When he said that, I realised that I was thinking exactly the same, but could not bring myself to admit it – at least not to John! "What did you do with the tape?" ask John "I destroyed it of course!" which was true because I could not risk it being found by Dave, but that wasn't before I watched it from start to finish – twice! And on both occasions I stroked my sopping wet pussy to multiple orgasms as I re-lived the violent orgasms John had given me with his 9 inch dick buried balls deep in my poor little ass hole! Of course I didn't volunteer that information to John! "I don't want you to leave", I said, "Before this happened, we were friends, and we enjoy working together. Can't we go back to how it was?" I was speaking the words, but I didn't believe the meaning of what I was saying! – Oh God, what a mess! I thought inwardly. "I have been true to our agreement" said John, "I haven't done anything that you haven't agreed to and although I totally understand that you love your husband and don't want to hurt him, I know that you enjoyed the sex every bit as much as I did!" I didn't answer that comment, I didn't need to – he knew, that I knew, that it was 100% true! "Can't we at least go back to my 'daily fix' of feeling your suspender belt and stocking tops through your skirt?" "Oh sure" I replied, "and how long do you think that will last before you start pushing the boundaries and we before we know it, we are fucking like rabbits over the desk again?" "Sooner rather than later" John grinned "I know you loved my big dick inside your tight pussy, and I know that however much you love your husband, I know that you don't get that same feeling with him, and I am willing to bet that you have never come as hard with him, as you did when my cock was inside you!" I looked at the floor, not saying a word! Once again, he knew, that I knew, that what he was saying was SO true! And what's more, just the thought of it, and his filthy talk of having his big dick inside my tight pussy was causing my already moist hole to really get wet and my legs were starting to twitch as the all too familiar sensations were coursing through my body. I had to get out of there! I picked up my cup of coffee and returned to my workstation. Several minutes later, John came up and didn't return my gaze as he walked by me. That weekend, I had agreed to go out with some girl friends in town and we had a few drinks at home before hitting the bars and although I am not usually a big drinker, I got persuaded to go along with a few rounds of shots that left my head buzzing and my senses reeling. We decided to go on to a club and after a quick queue-up (my mate knew one of the bouncers), we were in and dancing after having yet another couple of shots. We all love to dance, and the drink made us all enjoy the moment so much more. Very soon, we were attracting attention from the opposite sex as my friends are all attractive, fit girls, and there was plenty of flesh on display! I was so wired and really feeling the rhythm of the music as I closed my eyes and went with the beat. But I wasn't so drunk that I didn't react when a pair of hands gripped my waist from behind and started dancing close. I pulled forward and broke free and as I opened my eyes, I saw a few of my friends were still close by; but they were also getting the close attention of guys. I half looked behind me and could see a couple of guys but couldn't be sure which one had grabbed me – the music and the alcohol soon took over again as I danced with abandon. A few seconds later, the hands were back on my waist and followed quickly by a head by my shoulder that leaned into my neck and shouted above the music "hello sexy, fancy seeing you here!" I spun around and there was John, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I was shocked, excited and worried in the same instant! "I didn't know you came to places like this" I said. "Why not? I am not that much older than you, you know!" And a guy has got to get his kicks somehow" I looked around searching for sight of my friends and eventually saw one several yards away but she was dancing close to a guy and obviously loving the attention. I turned back to John, who continued to dance, and I had to admit, he danced and moved rather well! Was there no end to this guy's talents? "It seems like you have lost your friends!" shouted John " Do you want to dance, or can I buy you a drink?" My head was swimming, with the alcohol, and with the situation of being 'alone' with John. I couldn't enjoy the dancing so I opted for the drink. John took my hand and picked his way through the teeming throng of people on the dance floor and a few seconds later we were on the far corner of the bar, with John holding up a £20 note and trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff. He got my order of a gin and tonic and one for himself – we then moved into the corner so most people had their backs to us and he closed in and whispered in my ear "you look so fucking hot tonight" "When you were dancing, your short skirt rode up a few times as you spun around and I could see the beautiful cheeks of your perfect ass! So tell me, does that mean you are wearing a thong? Or did you leave your underwear at home?" I gave him an old-fashioned look and leaned in to him to reply "I am a married woman! Of course I am not going to go out clubbing with no knickers on!" "Should I take your word for it? Or should I check for myself" John replied and as he spoke close to my ear, his lips brushed my neck and I felt him inhale through his nose as he breathed in my perfume and the glow of my exertions. It sent a shiver through my spine and I was powerless to move as I felt his free hand touch my back and felt the clasp of my bra. The hand quickly slid down the small of my back and made small circles there before sliding further down until he ran his finger along the outline of my thong as it disappeared into my ass cheeks. "What a good girl you are" breathed John "God, you smell so good!" My legs were trembling, I necked my drink and reached out to put the empty glass on the bar and grabbed hold of the counter to steady myself. "Be careful", said John "we can't have you going over on those killer heels and breaking your beautiful ankle!" And with that he spun me around so I was leaning back into him and his arm reached around and circled my waist. I didn't move because a) I was glad of the stability on my shaky legs and b) it felt good! "Maybe we can stand here and dance in the corner" whispered John, as he started to move and grind his pelvic area into my ass. His hand was now making butterfly movements across my stomach as he moved from just under the swell of my breasts, down over my flat stomach, and down to the line at the top of my thong. The drinks from earlier and the G&T I had just necked were clouding my judgement as I allowed him to work his magic on my prone body, and suddenly, I realised that I was also moving in time to the music, and was pushing back onto his hardening cock! This was the only message John needed to receive as I felt his other hand cup my ass cheek and start to knead the flesh and grind his cock even harder into me. "Please stop" I said "Your pretty mouth says one thing, but your beautiful body is saying something completely different! Whispered John into my ear before running his lips across my neck and gently nibbling my ear lobe. The tingling in my spine had gone up several levels on the Richter scale and all the nerve end messages were now converging in my groin as I felt my pussy lubricate and develop that all too familiar itch around my clit that NEEDED to be scratched! The sensation of Johns hand on my ass suddenly felt warmer and I was not too drunk to realise that he had moved quickly and expertly from outside my short skirt to underneath it and was now worming his fingers deeper and deeper into the crack of my ass. I looked around and saw a sea of dancing backs – everyone was facing towards the bar or the dance floor and no-one was giving us a second glance – I closed my eyes as Johns finger made contact with my puckered ass-hole and slowly circled his finger and pushed slightly forward until he popped through up to the first knuckle and continued his slow circular movements that had me involuntarily pushing back onto his finger, and to the rock hard cock that was pushing against my ass cheek. I had one hand covering his hand that was sensually stroking my stomach, and the other was reaching back and holding his hip – I remember thinking that my efforts at keeping him at bay were little short of pathetic and certainly ineffective as they just lay there and allowed him free licence with my body that was now on heat! His finger left my ass and his hand slid down a few centimetres where he made contact with the back of my embarrassingly wet pussy. He groaned into my neck as he slid his finger across my oily slit and then curled it slightly as he drew it back and in doing so parted my lips and made contact with the so sensitive folds beneath. I gasped! Still we gyrated to the music, and his fingers moved in time with the beat as he stroked and toyed with my pussy lips, without actually making contact with my clit that was just beyond his reach from the back. John slid his finger slowly across my pussy lips and up and over my rosebud before withdrawing his hand completely. DON'T STOP! My head silently screamed! But I didn't speak, and I thought he had come to his senses. But then his mouth was at my neck again and his other hand was making lower circles, over the waistband of my skirt, and lower onto the top of my thong, and lower still, onto my mound. I opened my eyes expecting to see a baying mob cheering us on, but was greeted only by dancing backs. My hand closed on his, as his fingertips came in contact with the top of my pussy and brushed my clit. My eyes closed again as sparks went off in my head and down into my clit. His hand suddenly withdrew. DON'T STOP! My eyes opened – I then realised that with his free hand he had been unzipping and pulling out his big fat cock as the familiar heat of his fuck-stick made contact with my inner thigh! I was in a panic! Oh God, he is going to fuck me here in a crowded bar! My legs were shaking and my hands were hanging limply by my side as my befuddled brain tried to make sense of the crazy situation I was in! I felt John's left hand pull my thong and grip my ass cheek in one hand, and with the other he was rubbing his massive dick in the oily crack of my ass and across my pussy lips. My six inch heels presented my dripping pussy at the perfect height for him to place the mushroom head at my opening and push forward until he sunk four or five inches into my eager, sopping wet hole. I felt john's legs bend as he lowered himself slightly and then pushed upwards and another couple of inches penetrated me and I realised I had stopped breathing and my face was contorted into a mask of surprise and utter pleasure. I fought the very strong urge to lean forward and allow him to shove all of his 9 inch fat love stick into me, but I knew that that would attract attention and instead widened my stance slightly to get a few more, all important millimetres into me. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly gyrated his hips against mine as we pushed against each other. His right hand reached under the side of my skirt and slid down to my clit where he started circular motions in time with our grinding. It took only a few seconds of that before I started to come like a steam train! My pussy muscles tightened and spasmed on his cock and that obviously sent him over the edge as I felt him growl in my ear as his cock pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot love juice into my ravaged pussy. I pushed his hand away from my over-sensitive clit and his hands covered mine as he spooned against me with his softening cock still throbbing inside me. We swayed together with the music until I felt our combined juices start to run down the inside of my thigh. "You bastard! You fucked me again! I can't believe that you fucked me again, and in a public place! What the hell was I thinking?" John reluctantly accepted my unease and, as discreetly as he could, removed his softening dick and zipped up – he then followed me across the bar towards the toilets. On the way there, I saw one of my friends who was talking to a good looking guy – when I got close, I told her that I wasn't feeling so good and one of my work mates had agreed to drive me home. We exchanged kisses and parted. Why did I tell her that? I thought to myself as I tottered towards the toilet? We went through the door and immediately the sound levels of the thumping music dropped to a level more conducive to conversation – but we both went into our respective toilets in silence, and I did a hasty job of mopping up my legs and groin, but still it continued to ooze out of me as I replaced the cold wet thong against my hot pussy. God he could unload a huge amount of cum! John was waiting for me as I came out and he led me like a lamb towards the exit. We walked with his arm around my waist and the air was still warm but fresh, after a long hot summer's day. I tottered uneasily on my six inch heels and his grip went from firm to hugging as I meandered up the path. I finally broke the silence "where are we going?" I slurred "I need to go home" "It's OK" replied John "we are heading towards the taxi rank" We appeared to be taking the long route to the taxi rank that I knew and suddenly we took a detour through a church yard that was dimly lit. "It's spooky in here" I complained, as we turned an even darker corner and were now totally hidden from the roads and paths that ran only a few metres away. "I just need a kiss from those beautiful lips before you run home to your husband" said John as he turned me to have my back against the wall "I have had my cock in your pussy but we haven't even kissed!" "I didn't have too much to say on the matter of you fucking my pussy! Now did I?" "If I had raped you, do you think my big fat cock would have slid into your tight pussy as easy as it did? John retorted. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I stood there, trying to act totally impassive, but as his gentle little nibbles with his lips and teeth against my soft lips continued relentlessly, I couldn't help myself, and my tongue came forward to my lips, and met his. Two seconds later and our tongues and teeth were mashing together as we kissed passionately and my hands were on his neck and in his hair. John spun me around and continued to kiss and bite at my neck as his hands cupped my heaving breasts and he immediately found the bullet hard nipples that were straining against the fabric. He slipped one hand inside my shirt and into my bra and kneaded the firm flesh and flicked at the sensitive nubs that were now aching to be sucked. He turned me around again and I pulled open my shirt for him as his mouth clamped down on my aching tits. His hands were under my skirt and I spread my legs as wide as I could as one hand played with my ass flesh and the other stroked at my clit before plunging two fingers in and out of my still sopping pussy! I came again! If I hadn't been holding his head so tightly, I would have fallen to the floor! I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to kiss me fervently again – I pulled apart and shouted in his face "OK you win!" I need you to stick your big fat cock up my married pussy – but this time I want ALL of it!" John grinned! And once again I was spun around and I held onto a convenient grave stone as John lifted my short skirt and positioned himself behind me. He cruelly rubbed the fat mushroom head against my pussy lips as once again he mixed his pre-cum with my hot juices. "Don't tease me, you fucker!" I screamed "shove it in until I feel your big balls slapping against my clit!" John left his cock-end at the entrance to my pussy and placed both hands on my hips. Then with one, slow, easy movement, he glided his huge cock into my welcoming pussy. I groaned with the pure ecstasy of once again being totally full with 9 solid inches of fat cock! I pushed back hard to make sure I had every millimetre of him inside of me but then could only hang on with all my might as he started to piston in and out of me like a dog on heat! His heavy nut sack started to rhythmically bang against my clit and I came again! Then my orgasms just didn't stop as every fibre in my body was centred on the primeval joining of our bodies and I started to scream and then bit down hard on John's hand as he tried to stifle my squeals of pure passion. It was less than an hour ago that John had climaxed so this time he took longer and for what seemed like an eternity, my head and pussy were exploding like fireworks at a theme park finale. Suddenly, I felt his balls tighten, and once again, felt the tell-tale swelling and throbbing of his cock as it spat more hot cum deep inside my pussy! We both fell in a heap on the floor, I leant back against the gravestone and watched in awe as his nine-inch dick throbbed and pulsed as it continued to dribble cum. I couldn't help myself, I leaned forward and licked our combined juices off of his cock and then sucked the head into my mouth to make sure I tasted every last drop. "Holy Shit!" exclaimed John "that was the best fuck ever!" He looked into my eyes, and once again, he knew I was thinking exactly the same thing. Slowly we cleaned ourselves up as best we could with the tissues I had in my handbag and walked to the taxi rank. Just before we got there, John pulled me into a doorway and we enjoyed another long, passionate kiss. We waited in silence as the queue quickly dwindled and suddenly John opened the rear door and I moved unsteadily to sit inside. He leaned in close, pecked me on the cheek, and whispered "see you at work on Monday, Sweet Cheeks!" He closed the door and I looked up at that familiar smug grin on his face as the taxi drove away. Did I Really Lead Him On? I looked up at him and our eyes met – this was it! I slowly opened my mouth and moved forward, all the while looking straight into his eyes as my lips stretched around his huge cock. I reached up and grabbed his huge balls, I squeezed and kneaded them as I slurped and sucked on his dick. How could something so big get so hard? My fingers would not reach around his girth as I wanked him into my mouth with both hands. Time stood still as he fucked my mouth, his hands in my hair, pulling more of his dick into my mouth as I fought my gag reflex and his cockhead nudged against my throat. His hips started to twitch, his balls started to tighten, his cock was throbbing and pulsing, I knew he was close. I panicked! Lifting my head off his cock I said, "You can't get cum onto my clothes! Where are the tissues?" "No tissues", he blurted "you know what you have to do, you cock-teaser!" SHIT! I thought as he rammed his cock back into my throat and grabbed handfuls of my hair whilst rhythmically fucking my face. "Oh God! I have dreamed of this moment! Look at me!" I looked up and watched as his eyes narrowed into slits and then his cock pulsed and a string of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by another, then another, and again, as I furiously pumped his cock and squeezed the cum out of his big balls and into my mouth. Cum started to dribble out of my mouth as I swallowed and could not keep up with sheer volume of liquid. How could anyone produce so much cum? His cock started to soften and I quickly cleaned up every drop of cum from his cock and scooped up the rest that had dripped down onto my hands and cleavage. John groaned like an animal and I flopped back onto the bed – totally exhausted! Before I knew what had hit me, John had grabbed both my ankles and suddenly my knees were up near my head! He leaned forward and buried his face into my sopping wet crotch. With my legs spread and his hands holding me firmly behind my knees, John buried his tongue past the flimsy wet string of my thong and licked in one slow but deliberate movement from the cleft of my ass, onto my puckered asshole, past the sensitive area between my ass and my pussy, then dragged his tongue hard against my pussy lips which opened like a flower in Spring, then hard across my clit and I came instantly and pushed up against his mouth which pulled away as quickly as it had hit me! I looked up longingly and the bastard was grinning at me. "That's just a little taste of what you can expect next time!" He said with a smug face that was wet with my love juice. "Now get into the toilet and clean yourself up! We had better get back to the party!"