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Against the Wall

You stumble backward as Pam pushes you up against the wall in the darkened room. “Hey, what the-”

“Shut up,” she replies, pinning you with her forearm across your chest, which rises and falls with your heavy breathing. You’ve been taken by surprise.

“Uh… okay.”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” she hisses, her face so close he can feel her breath on his neck.

“I don’t know what you mean…” you reply, unsure where this is going.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she mimics. “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?”

You shake your head, but you know you’ve been busted. “Pam, I’m sorry if it looked like that to you, but-”

“Oh give me a break! Everyone noticed that boner you’ve been packing!” She roughly grabs your cock through your pants, finding your bulge still semi-hard in her palm.

You gasp and freeze. At this point it’s unclear where this is heading. One possible outcome is that Pam twists your nuts off. That would be unpleasant. But her hand is in your crotch, and your dick can’t help but twitch in her grasp.

“I felt that, you pervert. You’re getting hard again, even when you’re caught red-handed!” She starts rubbing your swelling member, feeling it grow rapidly under the attention. “Jeez, how big does this thing get, anyway?”

You don’t answer, not wanting to press your luck. Inside your pants your dick is now almost at full mast, pressed up against your stomach, the head poking out uncomfortably through the waist elastic of your underwear. Meanwhile, Pam has started rhythmically squeezing your balls.

“What do you think of when you’re staring at me,” she asks, her voice softening a little. “Do you want to fuck me? Hmm?”

Your dick throbs, now fully erect, and you winces. Hearing her say the words makes you feel a little dizzy.

“Do I need to worry?” she asks, whispering hotly in his ear. “Are you gonna rape me?”

You jolt. “God no…”

Pam chuckles. “That’s good to know… It’s good to know I’m safe from this!” and she wrenches hard on your bulge like she’s using a gearshift. You try to stifle a whimper — this is too much to bear!

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Pam still has her forearm across your chest, pressing you back hard against the wall. “Maybe we should get it out. Relieve some of this… pressure.”

She fumbles with her free hand, unbuckling your belt, then the button of your pants, then the zipper. With a swift tug your pants are down past your hips, and then gravity takes them the rest of the way to your ankles. She pulls up your shirt, expecting to find your underwear bursting with your swollen meat, but not expecting to find your swollen, purple cockhead poking out the top, your snake-eye glistening with pre-cum, your frenulum stretched taut.

“Fuck, that’s big,” she whispers, sliding her hand down the front of your underwear, feeling the silky underside of your erect penis against her palm, until she cradles your balls in the soft purse of your scrotum. She gives them another hard squeeze, making you tense up, then pulls her hand out and adjusts your underwear so that the waist elastic is caught behind your ballsack and your prick can finally thrust forward, out and proud.

“Do you think about me when you jack off?” Pam asks sweetly, wrapping her hand around your shaft.

You decide the conversation has been too one-sided so far. “All the time,” you admit.

She starts pumping your prick slowly, feeling the soft veiny skin sliding over the steel inside. “You think about me naked?”

“I do.”

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Pam picks up the pace, jacking you 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?”

You are panting heavily now. A trickle of pre-cum has escaped your engorged bell-end and has run down over Pam’s hand, a fact that has not gone unnoticed. She bites her lip, smiles, and jacks you harder.

“God, Pam, go easy… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Cum?” she asks sweetly.

“Nnnnnghhhh…” you groan, biting your fist to keep the noise down. The two of you are not alone in this place, after all.

“Cum for me,” whispers Pam, removing her arm from your chest and cupping her palm to receive your seed while she jerks your rod with the other hand. You’re quickly brought to the point of no return. Your hips thrust forward as orgasmic pleasure courses through your body and your cock explodes. She catches squirt after squirt of warm, white semen until she’s holding a small pool of it, then she releases you. The last remnants of your load dangle from your prick, threatening to drip on the floor.

“Oh dear, what a mess you’ve made,” she says disapprovingly, playing with the gooey substance in her palm. “What should we do with this, I wonder?”

You just stand there, recovering, slightly fearful of what she might do next, or what she might make you do. But you needn’t have feared.

Pam steps back, tugging up her skirt with the hand that isn’t full of cum, revealing her lacy panties. Then she wipes her hand between her legs, saturating the gusset of her knickers with your load, feeling it soak through to her pussy as she rubs her hand back and forth from her mound to the base of her ass. She smears the excess over her inner thighs, rubbing it in like moisturizer, making her skin glisten in the dim light. Soon she’s no longer wet, just sticky and clammy, so she adjusts her skirt back downward.

She kisses you on the cheek, close enough for you to smell your scent on her. Then, leaving you staring in disbelief, Pam turns away and slips out of the room.

The End