by Vaughn, V T
“You bad bastard,” Jill cried, clenching my shoulders in her hands, scratching my skin with her fingernails. “Fucking me again without a condom.”
I hammered into her.
“Can you imagine Sean doing this to me?” Jill screamed. “Can you imagine him bare-backing me in the office?”
“Fuck!” I groaned, slamming my balls against her thighs.
“Oh yes, Matt!” Jill yelled, as one heel clashed with the small of my back. “Give me it like I deserve it... For being such a filthy bitch... For wanting another man's big, thick dick in my pussy.”
I was losing control inside her, fucking her at a frantic pace and pinning her torso to the recliner.
“For wanting Sean's cock in my cunt.”
I pummelled her pussy.
“For giving you the constant worry that when the dust settles... That it might really actually happen...”
I crashed into her filthy cunt.
“... Behind your back.”
My fingers dug involuntarily under her arms, seizing and squeezing her tiny frame. “Ugh, fuck, Jill!” I spurted the first shot of spunk inside her, clenching my teeth as her spiked heels scraped agonisingly against my skin. “Fucking whore!” More sperm sank from my testicles into Jill, shooting up to her torso.
“Yes, baby, yes,” she cried. “Cum in me.” Her heels dangled over the edges of my ribs. “Oh God, yes, that's so hot when I feel it inside me.”
My forehead was saturated in sweat as I slumped forward to the side of Jill's face, scenting the last remnants of her perfume in her blonde hair. “Oh shit,” I moaned, as more of my cum exploded inside her.
“Good boy,” Jill said, dropping her heels to my hips, gently tracing faint lines either side and finally resting them on the recliner. “You fucked me so good, Matt. All that pent-up frustration I must've imposed on you with my tales of the labourers and Sean... It works a treat, doesn't it?”
I nodded.
“Pardon, baby?”
“Yes, Jill.”
I felt the muscles of her cheek next to mine stretch as she revelled in a wide, cheerful smile. “Good boy, Matt, because I really enjoyed last night... And even more so reliving it with you... Taking the fantasy to another level.”
I felt my testicles tense under my cock as another little load seeped into her.
Jill turned her lips to my face and planted a kiss on my cheek.
I was too lost in my loins to return the favour.
“I love you, Matt.”
My breathing was ragged. My attention snagged on her adulterous fantasies.
“Nothing like that will ever happen in the office, Matt. I was just saying it to get you off.”
I pulled gently out of her, grabbed my cock and squeezed the head until another drop of my spunk fell on the fucked lips of her pussy. “How can you be sure, Jill?”
“Because we don't drink at work, Matt,” she snapped.
“Not usually, sweetheart.” I leaned back from her, caressing her legs as I moved. “But what about the Christmas party on Friday? Before the office closes for Christmas? You told me your boss is having a party for the staff... In the office.”
Jill's eyes widened. “Oh shit.”
4
Our plans to do the weekly shop on Saturday afternoon took a significant twist as heavy snow fell across the country. The news reports advised the population to remain indoors and to travel only when absolutely necessary.
Jill and I had been silent to each other since the morning. She had quietly crossed her legs over me, swivelled off the recliner and headed upstairs to the bathroom to wash. I had pulled up my boxer shorts, sat in front of the television and searched for something to watch that didn't include cookery or celebrity gossip.
When Jill reappeared, she had avoided eye contact. I suspected a guilty conscience and avoided causing a scene. My tongue was held, my concentration taken only by the tights jeans which hugged her ass and the knee-high boots which she wore over them. She completed the look with a pink sweater. Her make-up was flawless. Her earrings hooped. Her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail.
I scratched my balls as Jill prepared lunch.
She clattered cutlery, tussled with towels and planted plate after plate on top of each other until I was certain her actions were irked by my silence.
“Jill,” I said, standing in the doorway.
“What?” She sliced the crust from her sandwich.
“I was going to say something like that to you.”
She looked over her shoulder. “I'm waiting for it... Whatever it is you have to throw in my face, just do it.” Jill's eyes fell. “I probably deserve it.”
“Sweetheart,” I paused to cup her magnificent ass in my palms, groping her abundant flesh so curvaceous in the denim material, “I'm not going to do that.” I stepped back.
Jill turned to face me.
“Fuck it, Jill, let's be honest. Okay?”
Her front teeth gnawed on her lower lip. “Yeah.”
“You wanna know if I'm particularly pissed off about last night?”
She blinked, holding her eyelids closed tight for a number of seconds. “I need to know.”
“Jill, I'm a little bit annoyed, yes. I don't think you did yourself any favours with your work colleagues. I hope they saw the funny side of it, and don't think any more of it. I just know what lads are like. Of all ages. There'll probably be a bit of banter, but I reckon most of them just saw it as a bit of harmless fun.”
“That's right,” she said, crossing one booted heel in front of the other.
My eyes darted to the denim around her pussy. So tight. So wonderful. “Sean will be different though. He stuck his lips on you. He called you a slut... That is true, right?”
Jill inhaled, blinked and opened her mouth slowly. “I'm sorry, Matt.” She nodded. “It's true.”
“But he doesn't know you saw his cock?”
She shook her head. “Not unless he noticed his fly undone later and suspected it, but I doubt it. He's a big oaf, only in that job because of his dad.”
I leaned against the wall of the kitchen. The wall which separated the living room. “But he'll not talk to anyone, from what you've told me of him. He's not one of the lads. He's as ostracised as his father from the real day-to-day workers.”
“The labourers, yeah. There's no love lost between any of them and Sean.”
I cleared my throat. “And if he was to brag to any of them... Well, he's nothing to brag about really. He tried it on with you, and he got nowhere. But if Sean did decide to brag-”
“They wouldn't believe him, Matt.” She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Her hooped earring swung. Her face was striking and beautiful.
“Okay.” I folded my hands in front of me. I was staring at Jill. How had I of all people landed myself such a stunning, attractive girl? “But I feel Sean got the best of you last night.”
Jill's eyebrows narrowed. “Of course he didn't, Matt.”
“Yes, Jill, I think he did. Or at least he'll think he did. He watched you dance with the other guys. He watched them paw over you and you didn't let any one of them push you into a kiss... Or even close to it, did you?”
“No.”
“But Sean will feel he did. That you didn't stop him. That you just might've let him go further if his dad hadn't interrupted.”
Jill didn't answer.
I glanced at the outline of her breasts under her pink sweater. “Okay, maybe things will be fine at work on Monday and all week, Jill. He'll probably say nothing. You'll say nothing about it, I trust?”
“Of course I won't, Matt.”
“I'm going to be on edge about it, sweetheart. But I trust you. And I don't think he has the balls to do anything when he's sober.”
“He barely has balls when he's drunk either,” Jill insisted.
“But I am coming to your office on Friday afternoon.”
Jill's jaw dropped. “Wha... What?”
“I cannot stand t
he thought of Sean or any of them plying you with drink on Friday and trying to take advantage of you when you're tipsy or drunk.”
Jill was shaking her head. “But you can't, Matt. It's staff only. No one ever brings their partners along.”
“I don't care. I'm going.”
Jill brought her fingertips to her temples. “Baby, it'll be so obvious why you're there.”
I scrutinized her features, fearful she was hiding more betrayal. “How?”
She sighed. “Because they'll just know. They'll read between the lines. Why would you be there and nobody else's boyfriend or girlfriend, or wife or husband?”
“I'm going, Jill.”
“No, Matt, please. I'll be humiliated. They'll all know that I've come home last night and told you what's happened, and they'll assume you were so angry that you insisted you come along to chaperone me. You could really set their chins wagging.”
“Jill,” I began, reaching out and taking her hands in mine, “we'll just say we're going out for a meal afterwards and I'm there to pick you up.”
She appeared almost shaken. “You don't trust me,” she said. “I suppose I deserve that.”
I kissed her gently on her lips. “I love you, Jill. It's Sean I don't trust. I don't like that he might think he has one over on me, or you. I want him to see us together.”
“You're just insecure.”
“No, Jill. Listen to me. If he got jealous of you dancing with other men last night, we're sure as hell going to make him jealous as hell when he sees my arms around you on Friday.” I leaned into her ear and nibbled her lobe. “When he sees me kissing you.”
“Baby,” she whispered. “I don't want you there. If people see your hands all over me, they'll know you're mad.”
I pulled my hands away from her. “And so what, Jill? So what? I've every right to be mad. You were parading yourself around like a piece of meat and maybe you're lucky all you got was a couple of guys pushing their erections against your ass and the boss' son trying to kiss you. If you were half as wet as you told me you were...”
Jill's eyes were fixed on mine. Water welled, but never flowed. She fought back her tears. “You liked it.”
I was hesitant to hurl another word to her, fearful that I would over compensate for my shameful arousal with a barrage of insults.
“Matt, please, I'll be embarrassed if you come along.”
“Jill.” I leaned forward to her. “This is not up for discussion. I'm going to your staff party whether you like it or not.”
Her breasts rose and fell under her sweater. “Please, Matt. You're making something out of nothing.”
“I'll be there.”
“I could get fired.”
“Don't be fucking ridiculous.”
“Sean's dad might think you're there to cause trouble.”
I shook my head. “Jill, I'm going. You can try to talk me out of it all you want, but it won't do any good. I'm going. I can't stand the thought of Sean or any of them being around you when there's drink involved.”
Jill wiped under her eye. “This is a trust issue, Matt.”
“It's got fuck all to do with trust... I'm going.”
5
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
Jill's words haunted my head, playing havoc with my thoughts, throughout the week. I sat at bus stops, plagued and wretched by what she and Sean could be doing at work. I bought newspapers, tantalised by the Page 3 Girls each day, wondering if Jill's breasts were bare before Sean's eyes. I walked through the park, saw two lovers holding hands and wondered if Sean had talked Jill into taking a stroll on their lunch break. I flicked through the television channels until I reached the music stations, settled myself in front of Kylie Minogue's perfect ass on her Spinning Around video and felt my heart thud in my chest, wondering if any of the labourers had chanced their arm and snatched a swift grab of Jill's.
The thought was as arousing as it was worrying. I calmed myself, insisting Jill was merely flirtatious under the influence of alcohol. Nothing untoward would happen within the sober doldrums of daily work.
Kylie's ass twirled.
The labourers dancing with Jill.
Kylie's cheeks squeezed through her gold hot pants.
Jim and George's cocks grinding against Jill's ass.
My cock stretched painfully in my jeans.
Jill's legs parted and pussy soaking as she stared through Sean's fly to his cock.
Kylie gyrated, and revealed more flesh.
To his thick cock.
The petite form of Miss Minogue in her 2000 video reminded me of only one beautiful girl in my life.
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
I pulled open my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and yanked my hard cock out of my boxers. I masturbated with reckless fury, ignoring the fact the curtains and blinds were open and that anyone who called to the front door could easily see in. I recalled Jill's imaginings of her and Sean being caught alone in the office. Of her swallowing his dick. I knew she liked what she had seen. I knew it. Her temptations were real.
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
What if she was jacking his cock at work in the same moment that I was jacking mine in her house? I was delirious, excited and sickened at once. I wanted her to leave work and confess that something had happened. Yet I felt at the same time that I wouldn't hesitate to walk out the door if she did. I was between a rock and a hard place, jerking off with delightful delinquency.
I pulled my mobile from my pocket, navigated to compose a new text message and wrote “How is Sean with you?” I hit send seconds before my courage collapsed and humility roused regret.
I bashed my bishop, determined to spunk quickly.
Each passing minute without a reply became an image etched ever clearer in my mind.
My girlfriend bending over her desk.
My caresses brought my climax closer.
My girlfriend hitching her skirt.
My orgasm approached.
My girlfriend pulling her g-string to the side.
Impeded upon my impressionable pleasure.
My girlfriend taking the thick cock of the boss' son she so despicably desired.
“Ugh!” I spurted violently across the floor. “Fuck!” Twin jets landed on the coffee table where I had fucked Jill doggy-style on Friday night. Another series of loads splattered onto the floor, as my senses staggered from the sexual to the rational. “Holy shit,” I said, as sperm layered the palm of my hand. I dropped my cock, walked awkwardly to the kitchen and washed my hands.
I was pondering the possibility that a day would come when I would be caught pleasuring myself in Jill's living room when my mobile beeped in my pocket.
It was from Jill. “Sean is avoiding me. He has all week. Please don't come to the Xmas party on Friday. It's not necessary.”
My doubts to her reasoning raced into imaginative overdrive. My reply was simple. “I'm going.”
6
Jill was marching from the door to the stairs, through the living room where I sat on the sofa and to the kitchen. It was Thursday evening. Her pre-party nervousness appeared to concern only her outfit, the selection of which she could not seem to finalise. She glided by my eyes, fresh from a bath, wearing only a purple thong and fluffy slippers. Her nipples were erect, each areola swollen, and her skin dotted by goosebumps.
I reached out and grabbed at her ass.
Jill swatted my hands away. “Don't, Matt, I'm freezing!” She stepped into the kitchen and onwards into the conservatory. “I can't find the skirt I wanted to wear.”
“What's it look like?” I called after her.
“It's red with a black belt and a gold buckle.”
My eyes were on the Channel 4 News, read by Jon Snow. My mind replaying Jill's beautiful breasts bouncing before me as she had glided past. My fingertips recalling the press of the flesh of her as
s. “I've never seen it before,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Seconds later, Jill stood in the doorway. Her arms were folded under her breasts. A daring short, red miniskirt stopped barely below her crotch. “This is the one.”
I leaned gently forward, gazing up her long, naked legs. Without much effort, I could crane my neck for a glimpse of her underwear. “You... Look... Amazing, Jill.”
She smiled. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. I was in awe. I swallowed. “Yes, but...”
Jill dropped her hands to her hips, revealing her flat, perfect stomach. “But what?” she demanded.
“It's just a little short, though.” I became suddenly aware of an awkwardness in my ass, unable to sit comfortably. “Which is great. Sexy. You do look fantastic.” I smiled. “But is it wise?”
Jill's face contorted. One eyebrow raised.
Oh shit.
“Wise, Matt?” Her feminine forces were scrambling.
“Just...”
Her wilds and ways mobilizing.
“... With...”
Her rights to decide deploying.
“... What happened with Sean.”
Women's liberation was alive and angered in the doorway of the kitchen, topless and dominant.
I felt the wiseness stripped from my words with each repeated attempt at articulation. “You,” I paused, hampered in my hesitation, “don't want to encourage him.”
“No man will tell me what to wear, Matt. And no man will ever stop me wearing what I want. Sean might think he got one over on me, but I'm determined to even the score.”
Panic pulled perspiration from my forehead down to my cheeks. “How are you going to do that?” I asked.
A devilish smile –which I would one day relish and fear at once – revelled upon her striking face. “I haven't decided yet.”
Something in her eyes suggested quite the opposite.
Jill walked slowly forward. She placed her palms on my knees, leaned down and kissed my lips gently.
I opened my mouth, slipping my tongue to hers.
Jill moaned, meeting my passion.
I reached my warm palms up and cupped her cool breasts. “You're beautiful,” I said, as she broke the kiss.