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That morning, as I nursed my awful hangover, and laid in my bed, Rebecca
called me.
"Oh my God! Last night was so hot, baby. We really need to do that
again." She piped, as soon as she knew it was me on the phone, and not
Jack.
"What do you mean? You two made out over me, and then you finally blew
me, but then I was still hard, and you went over and dyked out with
Antara! Did you ever stop to think what Matt might think about you
stealing Antara for yourself?" I asked, suddenly a lot more protective
over Matt and Antara's relationship then I had ever been.
"Matt's frigid, I doubt very much she's worried about him, and besides
that, you let her play with you too, you're just as guilty."
"What?" I froze. What did she mean he was frigid? He was certainly
hard with me last night. "What do you mean about Jack?"
"Everytime she tries to do anything with him, he can't get hard. She is
VERY frustrated, and she thought if he wouldn't do anything about it,
then maybe you or me could do something about it."
I let the silence grow between us for a moment as I remembered Jack's
hard cock in my hands, and his expert kisses.
"What are you wearing, Jacko?" She cooed, letting her voice drop down,
as she was in work and feigning being private about her sex life.
"I'm not doing this, Rebecca." I growled. I knew exactly what she had
in mind,
"Oh com'on... I'm taking off my panties, Jack.. My skirt's hiked up
underneath my cubicle, I'm about to touch myself. Don't you want to
hear this?"
"How come you only really want me, when it involves something dirty,
Rebecca? You know, have you ever noticed that? You don't want to suck
my dick unless we're in public, and you might get caught; you don't
want to make out with me unless it seems like a game. I'm not a game.
You know, you and I haven't even ever fucked like normal people?" I
wanted to hash this out, I didn't care if it was at work; she couldn't
just toy with me all the time. It came as a sudden realization that
Jack was the only person in this world who didn't play games with me,
except this complete mindfuck of our sex session last night. I really
needed to talk to him, and here I was wasting time with Rebecca on the
phone.
"Hold on a second, sir." I knew her boss must be there. I could hear
their muffled conversation in the back.
"Rebecca, what is this you have on you computer?" I heard a masculine
voice intone.
"Well, uh..." She stammered.
"Is that erotica on your computer screen?" His voice dipped lower.
She came up with a horribly lame reason for the written porn: "Well,
there isn't anyone else in the office right now; it's just you and me-"
"Is that about me?" He sounded a bit too indignant, probably covering
his interest. Is this why she didn't fuck me? She was having an
affair with the boss? Or maybe he had just found out about her
interest? Maybe she would get sacked for this!
I groaned. I felt like I was listening to an old radio show.
"Look, sir, I can explain-"
"Call me Mr. Harper." He said brusquely.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harper."
"Are those your red panties down below you desk?"
"Yes, Mr. Harper."
"Is that what you do when you have a lull? Write erotica about me and
you having hot dirty sex in my office?" His voice had taken a subtle
change, and I knew I should hang up. I knew he was about to seduce
her.
"Yes," she returned in a breathy voice. I pictured him unbuttoning her
shirt, and putting his hands on her then. That wasn't nearly as
interesting as the thought of her hands on his cock right then, through
his pants.
"You've been a very bad girl and I think you should be punished." He
explained.
"Out here?" She asked.
"You better go to the office."
So I heard them leave, was about to hang up, before I heard the
extension change, and I realized that Rebecca had intentionally hit the
speaker on the phone in the office, as she spoke to Mr. Harper.
"Mr. Harper, look, I really want you to forgive me. It's just, you're
such a sexy man and so it makes it very hard sometimes for me to .. for
me to focus on my work. It's really all your fault."
"What do you think I can do rememdy this situation?" He asked. "You
think if I give it to you, it'll make it easier to concentrate at
work?"
"Oh God, Mr. Harper, at least let me suck your cock."
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asked. I heard his voice grow
closer, and I realized he must be sitting at the desk then.
"Sir, please let me stick your cock in my mouth." She begged.
"I don't even know if I should let you look at it."
"Oh Mr. Harper, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," she
pleaded.
There was a long pause with some appreciative noises. I listened to his
noises and thought of Matt last night. As the man moaned, I slid my
hand into my pants, and began to stroke my cock. I pictured it being
Matt's hand on my cock, then when I heard Mr. Harper telling Rebecca
how good a blow job she was giving, and I heard loud slurping noises, I
remembered Matt working on my boner, enjoying, relishing, not able to
handle the full length without working up to it.
How the hell had he done this to me?
Why was I not with him right now?
Then there was a click and a dial tone. They must've hit the phone in
their overzealous love session, and here I was stuck with a boner, no
chick to be found, and best friend probably still asleep upstairs,
recovering from me pounding his asshole.
So upstairs I went into his bedroom, not knocking at all. His body was
covered by a light blanket. His hair was mussled and lovely from
sleep, and I wanted to kiss him.
Oh my God, I wanted to kiss him. And I was sober.
My pants, once again were hanging out about my waist, but my shirt was
pulled down over my boner.
He was awake, and looked wary yet excited to see me.
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Are you frigid?"
Matt paused for a very long time. "Do you remember what happened last
night?"
"Clearly.. well, mostly clearly. That's why I'm asking you. You
weren't ever able to do it with Antara?"
"No," he seemed embarrassed.
"Well then I think we have to try and do it again." Before I could stop
myself, I was kissing him, on the mouth, yanking the blanket away and
running my hands down his body.
"What's going on, Jack?" He sputtered, pulling away for a moment,
looking at me, confused.
"I just was on the phone with Rebecca, and she ends up having sex with
the boss on the phone and all I can do is think about your mouth
wrapped around my cock, your hands on my cock, my cock shoved deep
inside of you, your mouth on mine."
"Are you sure, Jack?" He breathed out, his eyes looking stormy and
beautiful.
"Kiss me, please," I begged him.
And he did. He kissed me, and it was better than what I remembered
fuzzily from last night. His mouth was like velvet, and so was his
tongue. Liquid velvet that set my whole entire body on fire.
"Is that the best you can do?" I breathed into his mouth, egging him
on, wanting his hands on me, wanting his mouth on me, wanting to feel
all of him.
His hands were quickly pushing up my shirt, and about my cock, one
rubbing after the one, making one fluid stroke over me. I almost
immediately came from the contact. But I had to know. I had to know
if he was hard, if I was the reason he'd had a hard on, so I reached
for his cock.
I nearly came again, from excitement, since I found he didn't lay
flaccid. His cock leaped into my hand, and bounced there.
"Oh God, your cock is the hottest thing ever," I murmured as I rubbed
it.
"Jack!" He groaned.
I had had enough foreplay. Sure I could jerk him off, but I wanted him
inside of my mouth. I leaned down over him, and shoved each inch of
his cock into my mouth and began to bob over it.
I felt him remove my pants and my cock bounce free, and I was even more
excited to feel him stroke my cock to the motion of my suction over
him.
"I want your cock in my mouth," he begged. So what did I do? I
obliged. We got into the 69 position, and without losing a stroke, I
allowed him to take my big fat bulging helmet into his mouth. I felt
him caress the whole of it, lovingly, every square inch. Laving my
cock with his tongue, we quickly got into a rhythym.
Before I knew it, I was fucking his face, making love to it, gently
bucking my hips into his face as I sucked his cock and massaged the
balls. I felt him reach around and tickle my anus with his finger as
he massaged my balls and I thought I would let go of my load then. I
instead groaned loudly. He then began to slowly slide a finger into me
and began pumping it into me. He had just gotten a little bit of a
rhythym of fucking my ass with his finger before I couldn't hold out
any longer and I began to cum. I tried to pull off, but Matt grabbed
my ass with his hand, and drug me down to him, as he began to swallow
down my loads of semen.
So what did I do? Impulsively I shoved a finger into his ass, and I
felt his cock jerk and pulsate in my mouth as he began to cum. So as
my cum jetted down his throat, his cum was spurting upwards into my
mouth. It was almost too much fluid for me to take in. I guess he had
been very excited, but I swallowed every last little bit, and licked
him clean as he did the same to me.
I would've liked to have gotten hard and do him again, but I was unable
to at that point. Probably too much alcohol.
Instead, I laid back in bed and looked at him.
"I guess you're not frigid anymore." I teased him gently.
"But what does that make me?" He asked, stroking his cock which was
getting hard again.
"That makes you mine to play with," I answered, reaching for his cock to
pump into my own eager hand.
His eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed my appreciation of his penis.
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