A sloppy bribe

Tom's eyes widen slightly. Is Nathalie Chapman, the rich heiress of Chapman Hall, really offering him what he thinks she is?

Nathalie grips his wrist urgently. "Come on, Tom...." She says seductively, swinging her hips slightly so his eyes are drawn to her slender waist. "Let's do a deal. I know you want to."

He coughs slightly and looks her figure up and down, admiring her athletic body and short skirt. Then he coughs again to clear his throat and speaks into his walkie talkie. "Yeah I've got a locked door here. Nothing too suspicious but I'd like to have a look inside. I'm just looking for a key. I'll be ten minutes maybe."

Tom's hands tremble slightly as he undoes the flies to his trousers. "Be a good girl and make it quick," he says urgently.

Nathalie sinks obediently to her knees, face in front of his crotch, and watches him fumble with his flies. If my friends could see me now, she thinks, blowing Tom Moore. How they'd laugh.

Tom finally manages to get his hand into his trousers and pulls out his cock. Nathalie's eyes widen slightly - she hadn't expected Tom to be packing, but his semi-erection is huge! He is holding out a long, fat, veined cock with a moist head, smelling slightly of cum. He presses it expectantly towards her face.

"Open up, Miss Chapman."

Nathalie leans forward and runs her tongue along his shaft. Tom's cock is growing ever bigger, and she feels slightly intimidated by it. She tastes him, running her tongue over his sensitive end, feeling a slightly sticky residue and familiar salty taste.

Tom places a controlling hand on the kneeling Nathalie's head, stroking her familiar curly hair. "Good girl," he says. "Good girl. Now suck it. We don't have long."

Nathalie takes a deep breath and puts her lips to the end of his cock. She has to open her mouth wide to fit him in, wider than she has for anyone previously. As the first couple of inches slide in her eyes widen and she gags, a trail of spit dribbling from her lips. The gentle pressure of Tom's hand on her head encourages her forward, sucking in more and more of his cock, until she can't fit another inch in.

"Look up at me, Miss Chapman. Look up. That's it. Oh, that's nice. You're so pretty."

She slowly slides her mouth back and then forward again, and hears him moan slightly. She starts trying to pick up the pace, slurping and dribbling as she works his massive cock with her mouth. Its huge; it completely fills her mouth, making her **** and gag. But she works it hard anyway, all too aware of the risk of taking too long and being found by his partner.

"Play with my balls, Miss Chapman," Tom says.

She reaches forward and slides a hand into his trousers, and roots around the shaft of his cock for his soft genitals. She takes them in hand and starts stroking and playing with them. Tom has started rhyhmically thrusting himself into her mouth. It can't be long, she thinks. Please hurry up! She gags again on his cock and feels her eyes start watering.

"Look at me," Tom says. She looks up, all too aware of how submissive she must look on her knees with his wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "So nice. You're so pretty, Miss Chapman."

One of his hands slides into her white blouse and under her bra. His fingers start playing with her nipples. Nathalie has no time to acknowledge this fresh indignity though as she grunts and slurps on Tom's ever more quickly thrusting cock.

"Here it is! Here it is!" Tom's eyes roll and he gives Nathalie a series of quick thrusts that make her give a muffled, indignant squeal.

And then he judders and groans and Nathalie's mouth fills with salty, sticky goo. She forces herself to give a moan of pleasure as she swallows his load, still sucking. Her mouth quickly fills again, and then a third time as his cock keeps tensing and splurting. She gags slightly, but swallows it all. How much cum does he have, she thinks desperately.

His cock gives one last spurt, and then he pulls himself out of Nathalie's mouth. She coughs, breathing heavily, kneeling over, her chin slimed with dribble and a messy splatter of spunk staining her black skirt.

"Good girl, Miss Chapman," says Tom, hurriedly wrestling his wet cock back into his trousers. "That was really nice." He seems a little sheepish now the deed is done.

Nathalie, face red, wipes her chin with the back of her hand and her skirt with a tissue. The cum stain doesn't come out. She stands up and adjusts her bra and blouse, trying to retain some dignity. She catches sight of herself in the mirror, face flustered and clothes slightly dishevelled, and blushes.

"Can I go now?" she asks.

Tom nods, also blushing slightly. He speaks into the walkie talkie. "Yeah, nothing here, control. False alarm. I'm coming out the front, meet you there."

Then, to Nathalie. "I'll let you out through the window at the back. Not a word about this to anyone though, you hear?"

"Don't worry about that," Nathalie says, her mouth still slimy. "I won't be telling anyone."

Tom takes her downstairs and helps her climb out of the back window, shutting it behind her with a dull "clunk". She stands in the cool fresh air for a moment, getting her bearings. She checks her watch - 9.30. Plenty of time, she thinks. At least I won!

But then she realises that Miss Wilson's g-string has fallen out of her dress somewhere. Rocko's girlfriend's green knickers are still there, but the g-string is gone! She pats herself down frantically but there's no sign of it.

Dammit! She thinks despairingly. It must have fallen out when I was on my knees blowing Tom. Damn damn damn!

She kicks out at the back garden fence in annoyance. The thought of going back to Miss Wilson's house terrifies her. She'd already been caught once, and the **** material stored in Miss Wilson's PC would finish her future prospects.

But the alternative is losing the bet - going back to Adam and accepting a night of embarrassing sex bondage in his flat. The thought is actually quite exciting, if she's honest with herself, but she doesn't want him to have the bragging rights.... and besides, this was probably the best chance she would ever have of achieving her fantasy of fucking a guy with a strapon!

She ponders her dilemma.