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Against the Wall
Jim stumbles backward as you push him up against the wall in the darkened room. “Hey, what the-”
“Shut up,” you reply, pinning him with your forearm across his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his heavy breathing. He’s been taken by surprise.
“Uh… okay.”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” you hiss, your face so close he can feel your breath on his neck.
“I don’t know what you mean…” he replies, unsure where this is going.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you mimic. “Don’t play innocent. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Staring at my tits-”
“No, I…”
“-peeking up my skirt! I’m just a sex object to you, aren’t I?”
Jim shakes his head, but he knows he’s been busted. “I’m sorry if it looked like that to you, but-”
“Oh give me a break! Everyone noticed that boner you’ve been packing!” You roughly grab his cock through his pants, finding his bulge still semi-hard in your palm.
Jim gasps and freezes. At this point it must be unclear to him where this is heading. One possible outcome is that you twist his nuts off. That would be unpleasant. But your hand is in his crotch, and his dick can’t help but twitch in your grasp.
“I felt that, you pervert. You’re getting hard again, even when you’re caught red-handed!” You start rubbing his swelling member, feeling it grow rapidly under the attention. “Jeez, how big does this thing get, anyway?”
Jim doesn’t answer, not wanting to press his luck. It feels like his dick is almost at full mast, pressed up against his stomach. You progress to rhythmically squeezing his balls.
“What do you think of when you’re staring at me,” you ask, her voice softening a little. “Do you want to fuck me? Hmm?”
Jim’s dick throbs, now fully erect, and he winces, clearly responding to the dirty talk.
“Do I need to worry, Jim?” you ask, whispering hotly in his ear. “Are you gonna rape me?”
He jolts. “God no…”
You chuckle. “That’s good to know… It’s good to know I’m safe from this!” and you wrench hard on his bulge like you’re using a gearshift. Jim tries to stifle a whimper — this is too much to bear!
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” You still have your forearm across his chest, pressing him back hard against the wall. “Maybe we should get it out. Relieve some of this… pressure.”
You fumble with your free hand, unbuckling his belt, then the button of his pants, then the zipper. With a swift tug his pants are down past his hips, and then gravity takes them the rest of the way to his ankles. You pull up his shirt, expecting to find his underwear bursting with his swollen meat, but not expecting to find his swollen, purple cockhead poking out the top, his snake-eye glistening with pre-cum, his frenulum stretched taut.
“Fuck, that’s big,” you whisper, sliding your hand down the front of his underwear, feeling the silky underside of his erect penis against your palm, until you cradle his balls in the soft purse of his scrotum. You give them another hard squeeze, making him tense up, then pull your hand out and adjust his underwear so that the waist elastic is caught behind his ballsack and his prick can finally thrust forward, out and proud.
“Do you think about me when you jack off?” you ask sweetly, wrapping your hand around his shaft.
Jim decides the conversation has been too one-sided so far. “All the time,” he admits.
You start pumping his prick slowly, feeling the soft veiny skin sliding over the steel inside. “You think about me naked?”
“I do.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.” You pick up the pace, jacking him more forcefully now. “Do you think about my tits, busting out of my bra, hmm? Do you think about my ass when I’m bending over…”
“Oh God yeah…”
“You wanna take me from behind? Hmm? Maybe press me up against the wall and fuck my brains out with this big fucking prick of yours?”
Jim is panting heavily now. A trickle of pre-cum has escaped his engorged bell-end and has run down over your hand, a fact that has not gone unnoticed. You bite your lip, smile, and jack him harder.
“God, go easy… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Cum?” you ask sweetly.
“Nnnnnghhhh…” he groans, biting his fist to keep the noise down. The two of you are not alone in this place, after all.
“Cum for me,” you whisper, removing your arm from his chest and cupping your palm to receive his seed while you jerk his rod with the other hand. He’s quickly brought to the point of no return. Jim’s hips thrust forward as orgasmic pleasure courses through his body and his cock explodes. You catch squirt after squirt of warm, white semen until you’re holding a small pool of it, then you release him. The last remnants of his load dangle from his prick, threatening to drip on the floor.
“Oh dear, what a mess you’ve made,” you say disapprovingly, playing with the gooey substance in your palm. “What should we do with this, I wonder?”
Jim just stands there, recovering, probably slightly fearful of what you might do next, or what you might make him do. But he needn’t have feared.
You step back, tugging up your skirt with the hand that isn’t full of cum, revealing your lacy panties. Then you wipe your hand between your legs, saturating the gusset of your knickers with his load, feeling it soak through to your pussy as you rub your hand back and forth from your mound to the base of your ass. You smear the excess over your inner thighs, rubbing it in like moisturizer, making your skin glisten in the dim light. Soon you’re no longer wet, just sticky and clammy, so you adjust your skirt back downward.
You kiss Jim on the cheek, close enough for him to smell his scent on you. Then, leaving him staring in disbelief, you turn away and slip out of the room.
The End
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