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Jill's throat gagged.

  My pubes ascended the opening of her nostrils.

  Her eyes bloated.

  I shoved myself further inside her orifice.

  Her hands patted at my stomach.

  I swept them away.

  Her fingernails caught my arms, and sliced tiny marks below my elbows.

  I released her and silenced my laughter at the demise of her control.

  Jill was out of breath, coughing and wiping her running mascara from her cheeks. “Shit,” she said. “Fuck.” Her eyes met mine. “That was so fucking hot, baby. Where the hell did that come from?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “You pissed me off.”

  She watched me. Silent. Wondering. Her chest rising and falling with exaggerated need for breath.

  “I don't like being mocked.”

  Jill pursed her lips. “Or... Maybe you do.”

  The song faded out.

  “To get that reaction... To stoke your fires... To truly turn you on.”

  I wanted a cigarette.

  4

  I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray and looked at Jill. She had removed her fishnets, passing a throwaway comment that the tights were perhaps fit only for the rubbish bin. Her eyes were glazed, compromised by the alcohol swimming her blood.

  “Baby,” she began, slipping her hands to my waist and tugging at my trousers.

  I lifted my ass to allow her to strip me from the waist down.

  “Your cock is gorgeous, Matt.” Jill stared at my erection for several seconds. “Will you let me sit on it?”

  I kicked off my trousers and boxers shorts. “Oh yes, babe.” I smiled.

  Her eyes were still mesmerized, fixed on my member. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her lips uncurled. Her smile faded.

  “What is it? What's wrong?”

  Her chest heaved under her black dress. “I don't want you to be mad.” Jill reached out and grabbed my cock, pulling me into a sensual wank.

  “Mad?”

  She nodded.

  “How could I be mad, Jill? You're the most beautiful girl in the world and you want to sit on my cock. There's nothing that could possibly ruin that.”

  She increased her pace.

  “Oh fuck, sweetheart, that's it.”

  Jill bit her lower lip. “There is something, Matt. Something I have to tell you. I don't want to make you mad. Can you promise me you won't get mad?”

  I humped her hand, hesitating only in speech.

  Her red lips, coated in lipstick, curved into an invigorating, seductive smile which sought to crush my resolve. “Please promise me, Matt. I don't want secrets between us.”

  “Okay,” I said, shifting myself forward into her touch.

  Jill thumbed the straps of her dress, lowering it off her shoulders and revealing such fine, exquisite flesh. Her body was petite and svelte. Her blonde hair long and flowing out from under her hat. “Do you like?”

  I nodded, losing my concentration on the beginning of her breasts, slowly revealed under the top of her dress.

  Jill tugged tighter on my cock, squeezing the first evidence of precum over her thumb. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, then licked her lips.

  “Suck it again, Jill.”

  She shook her head. “Not yet, baby.” She motioned suddenly, jerking my cock until my eyelids fell momentarily over my eyes. “First, you must hear what I have to tell you.” Jill lowered her dress, revealing her pert cleavage and the first hint of areola poked above her see-through bra.

  I seized the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine, swapping saliva and swallowing her sweet, warm breath. I stifled a cough and redoubled my lustful assault on her tongue.

  Jill's dress dropped under her bra. Her nipples poked and stared.

  I cupped her groin through her panties.

  Jill broke the kiss. “No.” Her free hand pushed mine away from her crotch. “You just sit back and enjoy what I have to do to you, Matt.” She shifted her shape onto the floor, moving until she was on her knees before me. Her hand wanked my cock with splendid expertise.

  “Fuck, Jill, you have no idea how good that is.”

  She watched her hand work magic on my member, flying backwards and forwards with tremendous pace. Her motion blurred. Her eyes widened and wandered, working their way in mystified unison with her palm. “Oh, what the hell...” Jill flung her face forward onto my cock, stuffing the head between her lips. She worked the shaft with her hand. Her tongue lapped at the slit.

  I threw my hands behind my head, desperate for something to grab for composure. “Fuck!”

  She released me into her tight grip again. “I drank too much wine with my Christmas dinner, baby.”

  “I... Can... Tell.” I was forcefully attempting to regulate my breathing, to regain my sense of control and to extend the gap to the inevitable point of no return.

  “Please don't be angry, baby. I want to tell you this.” She pulled her hand from the base of my cock to the head, then paused. “In my wildest dreams, you'll even like what happened... Encourage me to...”

  “To...?”

  Jill snapped her mouth around my member once more, sucking my precum between her lips.

  “How do I taste?”

  Jill rubbed the underside of her thumb up and down my slit. “I like your precum, Matt.” She kissed the head again. “In fact, it's probably the sweetest precum I've ever tasted.”

  I wondered just how experienced my girlfriend really was.

  “I don't know how you went for years with nothing more than masturbation to relieve yourself, Matt.”

  My cheeks reddened, shame overwhelming embarrassment as she prodded the truth to my inexperience.

  She locked her eyes on mine. “I could never go without sex.”

  My balls contorted under my cock, twitching and twisting as her wanking intensified.

  “I think even if I was ever single again...”

  Why was she thinking along those lines?

  “... I'd have to seek out one night stands...”

  What could propel those thoughts to prominence in her mind?

  “... See if I could be provided a succession of cocks for my pleasure.”

  What on earth had happened at the Christmas dinner?

  “You understand, Matt, don't you?” She squeezed my cock and forced further dosages of precum to flow out of my slit. “My pussy will always need attention.”

  I nodded, wondering where she was leading to.

  “I don't know how much I had to drink tonight. The other girls kept filling up each other's glasses. The boss kept sending more bottles down to our end. I got carried away and let my hair down, Matt. I know I've had too much. I can feel it now. My head is spinning.”

  Her smooth palm massaged my balls, releasing my cock for temporary respite.

  “But not just from the alcohol. I got another buzz.”

  My heart panged. I felt an immediate echo of betrayal. An echo from a sound which was nearing with every beat of my heart. Something had happened. Something which shouldn't. I closed my eyes, fighting the temptation to take my own cock in my hand. She had committed some adulterous act.

  “All us girls were getting slowly pissed. We downed our dinner and that steadied the effects. But not for long.”

  I opened my eyes on her. She was staring back.

  “Please don't be angry, Matt.” Jill returned her hand to my cock, applying renewed pressure from her fingertips. Encouraging my pleasure to enhance. To heighten. To intensify altogether into a new, unexplored territory to our relationship.

  “You cheated on me, didn't you?” I said.

  She watched me.

  She wanked me.

  She wanted me.

  “Jill, please, I can't take this, if you were with someone else, just tell me.” The pain was a piledriver to my passion... Or so I expected it would be.

  “Yet your cock is so hard in my hand, baby.”

  “What-”

  “Tell me you love it. Please, Matt, t
ry to enjoy it.”

  “I can't-”

  “Embrace your fears, Matt,” she interrupted, rampantly railing her hand on my member. “Ignore your instincts. Trust your desires. Feel your cock throbbing in my hand. Release yourself to your primal urges and give in...”

  Distress signals in my abdomen found and fought distraught, anxious aches in my chest.

  “... Give in to my debauchery.” Jill's free hand grabbed suddenly on my testicles. “Trust your balls in my hand. Feel them wanting to hear what happened at the dinner... What I got up to... What I did behind your back.”

  An unforeseen surge of arousal detonated in my groin. My hips bucked involuntarily. My penis found its pinnacle in Jill's palm, ramming violently into her touch.

  “Woah there, Mister!” Jill cried, painfully vanquishing my onslaught with an immediate release of my cock.

  Wind whispered through snowflakes and rattled the walls of the house.

  I grabbed my cock in my own hand and wanked furiously before her.

  Jill swiped at my hands. “No, baby, wait... Wait!”

  I let go.

  My cock stood on its end before us.

  My testicles performed a thunderous pulsation.

  “Take it easy, Matt,” she said, and carefully placed her fingers on the underside of my cock, rubbing a vein which led to my balls. “I want you to relax and last the distance.”

  I regulated my breathing and pulled her hand around my member once more. “I can last, Jill. Please, don't stop wanking me. I need it.”

  “You need it, baby?”

  I nodded.

  She laughed. “May I continue my story?”

  Every inherent thought in my mind and grapple of nerves in my body dictated that she should not be allowed to continue. That promiscuity, however small, should be discouraged. Derided. And punished. “And if I choose to, Jill, I can beat your beautiful ass with my belt?”

  Jill physically shivered before me. Her breathing was temporarily ragged. But her eyes were sparkling. “Yes, baby. You can take your belt to me. You can beat me for being a naughty girl.”

  I sighed. I was instinctively uncertain.

  Jill reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor and revealing her stunning, pert breasts. Her nipples protruded with prominence.

  “I want to suck them, Jill.”

  She smiled. “Later, baby.” She jerked my cock harder again. “But I have to tell you what happened after the dinner.”

  “Oh God,” I muttered, torn between exasperation, curiosity and anxiety.

  “The boss must've been encouraged...”

  I jolted forward. “Did he touch you?” I demanded.

  Jill shook her head vigorously, then slacked her wank to steady her back against the coffee table. “Woah,” she whined. “I'm really drunk.”

  I wondered if she would bury her secret when she sobered up. “Go on, tell me what happened.” I pulled her hand around my member and encouraged her to resume her pace.

  “He just kept sending down more wine. The workers were laughing and watching us, telling us to get drunk and get our tits out for the lads.”

  I shuddered at the thought. “The workers?”

  She seized my cock at the base and brought her mouth forward. “The labourers.” Jill captured my head in her lips, pulling it into her mouth and towards the back of her throat. She gagged suddenly and let go of it. “Shit, that feels so good, baby.”

  “Tell me more.” My cock stood harder in her hand.

  Jill bit her thumbnail. “I think you like the thought of me straying, Matty baby.”

  “Don't call me Matty, Jill.”

  She chuckled. “Okay, baby.” She strengthened her grasp on my cock. “You like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “I like it, Jill.”

  She sighed. “Maybe you don't...” She released my cock.

  “No,” I shouted, grasping her wrist and dragging her hand back to my throbbing erection. “Don't you dare. Now, tell me what you fucking did behind my back or I'll beat the shit out of you with that belt regardless.”

  Jill's eyes strayed from my eyes to my mouth to my torso and todger. “Promises... Promises.”

  I ventured forward and seized her blonde hair in my hand, dragging her towards me. “I mean it, Jill. I may have fantasised about tying you up and beating your ass red, black and blue for fun, but if you don't tell me what the fuck you've done behind my back tonight I will beat the shit out of your hide for real.”

  Jill bit her lip coyly.

  I watched her.

  The bitch was stifling laughter.

  “Trust me, sweetheart, you won't be able to sit down for a week.”

  Jill slipped her free hand into the front of her white linen panties. “Fuck, Matt, I'm soaking... At the thought of it.”

  “What?”

  “I...” She touched her pussy, perhaps even slipping an unseen finger between her lips. “I want you to treat me badly. I want to be punished for being...”

  I waited for several seconds. “For being what?”

  She shook her head. “You'll be angry. I don't want you to be angry... Not for real.”

  “For crying out loud, Jill, just spit it out. What did you do?”

  Jill rolled her forefinger and thumb around the edge of my foreskin, stretching it back from the head of my cock. She stared at the slit. “I danced...” She looked up to my face. “I danced with several of the labourers.”

  Jealousy juxtapositioned fear and wonder. Trepidation and intrigue. Anxiety and subterranean echoes of arousal. Did I really just imagine that surge of sensuality in my loins? “Drunk dancing?” I demanded slowly.

  “We were all drunk, Matt.” She stuffed the entire length of my cock into her mouth, and sucked sensationally for several seconds.

  “Oh, fuck... Shit, Jill.”

  “Mmmmmm,” she gargled.

  I had to fight my fingers into the long locks of her blonde hair, dragging her back from the base of my member. “I'm gonna explode, if you keep that up, honey!”

  She snarled a seductive growl of desire. “I want your cock, Matt. I need it!”

  Holy shit. Something had sparked fireworks in her. Something... Or... Someone. “Tell me more, Jill.” My own hand wrapped around my cock.

  Jill's glance fell on my masturbation. “Oh, baby, look at the way you stroke yourself. You really do know how to pleasure yourself, don't you?”

  “Yes.”

  She smiled. “Years of practice, right?”

  I hesitated. Then conceded. “Yes, Jill.”

  “You masturbated for years while you were single.”

  I nodded. I was embarrassed, yet aroused at her personal incision of my past.

  “You don't mind that I'm more experienced than you, do you?”

  Where was she going with this? I reluctantly shook my head. “You're just so beautiful, Jill... I'm thankful I have you. I know how lucky I am.” Something about her past – or what I knew coupled with what I imagined of it – tore arousal through my apprehension.

  “I know a thing or two about how to turn a man on, yeah?”

  I nodded more vehemently.

  “I did that tonight, baby.” Jill's hand moved to my thigh, stroking my hairs, then onto my balls. She leaned her mouth forward and took a testicle between her lips.

  “Shit,” I cried, struggling between suppression of an impending orgasm and stretching my necessity for relief.

  Jill's fingers pried at mine, freeing my cock from my clasp.

  Our digits entangled.

  “Let me, baby,” she mumbled, muffling her voice with my bloated balls.

  My palm fell to my side. My cock stood rigid on end. Her hand wrapped sensually around the base, her fingers grazing the sweat in my pubes.

  “Some of the dancing was just fun,” Jill said, pulling her mouth away. “A group of us girls got up first. The labourers were watching us. Nici thought i
t would be a laugh to start busting a move. She was grinding herself against Tracey.” Her eyes lingered over my groin, then started an upwards ascension to my mouth and my eyes. “Sharon grabbed me and we both must've read each other's thoughts.”

  The tip of my cock twitched in her hand. “What did you do?”

  “We were running our hands over each other, spinning around and gyrating our asses together. The men were going nuts. It wasn't that smutty... Or maybe it was... Shit, Matt, I have to work with these people... What have I done?”

  I humped her hand. “I don't know... I... Is that it? You put on a show for the labourers and they loved it?”

  “The boss was watching... So was his son.”

  “His son?” Jill had mentioned him before. “Sean?”

  Jill nodded.

  The next-door neighbours' Christmas carol contest restarted with a rendition of Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.

  “He always thought he could have me, baby. He thought he could click his fingers and I'd come running. The spoilt brat thought his daddy's money could buy him my affections. But I was never interested in him. What I look for in a man... Baby, money is nothing compared to what I find in you.” Jill climbed my body, licked quick, circular motions around my lips and finally twisted her tongue over mine.

  I melted under her. My hands found her cheeks, her hair and finally grabbed her Santa hat and pulled it free, throwing it beside me on the sofa.

  Jill broke the kiss all too abruptly. Her hand was milking precum from my penis.

  “Jill,” I muttered hoarsely. “Be careful... If you keep that up... I'll cum... I need to fuck you.”

  She relaxed her routine on my cock. “Okay, baby.” She drew her other hand to my balls and gently squeezed them both in her palm. “I don't want your cum spilling on my sofa... Or my hand... Or-”

  “Your mouth?” I interrupted, my tone agonisingly close to a beg.

  Jill giggled. “You naughty boy... Imagine if your mother could hear the way you talk to me.”

  I rubbed my forefinger over the slit of my penis, soaking it in precum, and placed it on Jill's lower lip.

  She flicked her tongue obediently, closing her eyes and relishing my taste. “I love that,” she said. “Just like I loved the attention earlier. Nici and Tracey were nothing compared to what Sharon and I were doing. We even pecked each other on the lips. I think Sharon wanted to go further, to really wind the guys up. But I didn't do it. I might've if the boss hadn't been watching.”