The Christmas Exhibition (11 page)

             
“Imagine him saying one word...
Slut
... And all my inhibitions would disappear. Sean could unzip his fly, guide my mouth down to him and I'd have no choice but to swallow his thick, fucking cock. It wouldn't matter if he'd washed it or not, I would take every inch and make sure he enjoyed it. I wouldn't care if my pussy's needs were met or not. Something about him being in power above me would mean I melted before him.”

             
I wrenched my hand over my member, my ears feasting on her despicable words.

             
“How demeaning... How wrong... To bow before someone I despise and to serve their sexual whims on a plate.
You
wouldn't be on my mind, Matt.
You
wouldn't matter.
He
would be my concern.
His
pleasure
my
priority. I'd probably forget all about you, to be honest.”

             
Her whimsical whispers walked my imagination down corridors of corruption I never thought I could possibly enjoy.

             
“I'd be so much better with him than anyone he's ever had before, Matt... If any woman has ever even lay with him before.”

             
Why were her humiliating threats such a powerful turn-on?

             
“Oh, Matt, that's it. Wank it for me, baby. Can you imagine if I started having an affair with Sean? With your knowledge and permission. I could come home and tell you all the sordid details. You could wank over them. You could
cum
over them. I'd make him spoil me too... Or he'd never get
this
.”

             
I leapt on Jill, pulling her down the recliner until her pussy was gaping under me. She looked into my eyes, daring and desperate. I yanked her pink satin nightdress over the cheeks of her ass, grabbed the small of her back and forced my cock into her.

             
“Fuck, baby! Yes! Fuck me hard. Fast. Quick.”

             
I ravished Jill's insides, using her pussy as a hole to assist my impending explosion.

             
“Oh my God, Matt, you're so hard!” She screamed with pleasure, snagged her knees around my back and aimed her spiked heels inward. “Like I bet Sean would be.”

             
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” My back grazed the sharp ends of her heels, causing painful shocks I had to ignore. I was fucking down into my beautiful, torturous girlfriend. I was nearing my climax. Nothing – no actions and no words – would prevent me from emptying my hungry sperm into her wanton pussy.

             
“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 the 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.”