...Everything?

"So...um...everything?"

"Everything that isn't cheating. You make up the rules now. I want to follow them. The only rule that I want is that you pour that week's long worth of cum down in me."

"You're a very vulgar thing right now, aren't you?"

"Says the guy who practically used me like I was nothing more than meat earlier."

"Fair point."

"Give me the rules already. Please?" He heard something **** in her voice.

"The rules remain the same. Just no fucking, so- OH MY FUCK, ZOE"

The moment her ears caught, 'Just no fucking', she immediately shoved his entire cock into her mouth. He felt her hands on his thighs, bracing herself as he felt her nose touch his crotch. He felt her throat. She immediately pulled off of him. "I'm a good girl. I can follow rules." She then shoved his tip into her mouth and he felt the tip of her tongue drag against the back of his head, causing him to buckle his knees hard as she caused him a considerable amount of pleasurable pain. "Tell me to masturbate, sir."

It took him a second to gain his bearings. "Let's just say, uh, if you don't masturbate, you don't get to eat."

"Zoey wants to eat. I'll do as you say, sir." He heard the elastic of her pajamas stretch as she most likely put them around her thighs. Immediately he smelled her -- lust had complete control over her right now. She began to suck on him once more.

"So, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you have a power play fetish?"

She pulled off of him and she giggled. "No. I just like how you're pretty much my boss and I'm more submissive than not. If I was trying to power play right now, you wouldn't be sir." She gave him a lick from base to tip.

Before plunging back down onto him, he could tell she was now looking up, trying to look him in the eyes. "You would definitely be my master."

He began to play with her hair, straightening it as he felt her suck and lick, Zoey using her tongue and mouth on his shaft. He was already sensitive -- the level of expertise she was showing was paramount to that of what he assumed a professional pornstar would have.

He felt her pull off again to talk. "This is how my best friend made me take him the first time. Pants around my ankles, my throat being used as his own little toy." She went back down, bobbing on his cock, her mouth hotter and wetter by the moment. He could swear he felt her salivate, drooling over him right now.

She pulled off again, but kissed his shaft as she jerked him off, making sure to pay good attention to his tip. "The thing was -- I never even touched a penis before he shoved one in my mouth. I didn't know how receptive my mouth was. I didn't know at the time how much I would come to love it. I just sucked on it because I wanted to learn, and he was more than willing to show me."

She went back down on him. He now used both hands on the back of her head and was slowly pumping along to her rhythm, gently using her face as he would any other part of her body.

She broke off again, if only for a moment to finish her story. "He came so much down my throat that I threw up. Think you can top that record?"

"Dude." He said, immediately losing some of the traction he was building up. "I don't think a vomit story is exactly attractive right now."

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't focus on dirty talk, fingering myself, and you right now. I just...I can only think of cock right now."

"Then shut up and take it like a good girl." He said, grabbing her hair and pulling it upwards. She let out a squeal of pain mixed with pleasure as he heard her slow methodical 'swish' noises she was making with her fingers inside of herself go faster. He felt her hot mouth cup him again.

Jerking him off with her left hand, she bobbed up and down on the tip, sucking gently and jerking on his shaft. It didn't take long for the magic to return as he felt a rush of emotions fly into him. 'What did she mean about my girlfriend?' he asked himself, lost in thought.

He closed his eyes, trying to picture or imagine how she got so wet just from one encounter.

Was it the handshake? Was it the jokes? Her accidental innuendo? What was it?

It clicked.

He imagined himself fucking around with Zoey at work and Tom walking in. He imagined her rushing down the stairs, his pre-cum still dribbling down her chin and his cum deep in her stomach as she hugged and kissed him. He imagined himself cleaning himself -- making himself look proper and tidying up the room before making up some excuse. No, they weren't doing anything wrong up there. Everything was fine. There were no secrets. Your girlfriend's mouth? No, don't think I've met her before. A joke cracked. A job not done. Leaving. The same girl, loving and kissing and showering her boyfriend then coming over to his house to finish their lewd business. Those hot, steamy lips, loving on a boy, then loving you... it was something inappropriate. Something dark stirred within him. He understood. He definitely understood.

He shoved his cock all the way down her throat as he bore his teeth together, threatening to grind them to dust as he felt his orgasm begin to crescendo.

He understood. He felt his orgasm spill over, a thousand times more powerful than it would have been if he hadn't understood.

'Make me your fucking slut.' He repeated in his head. He knew. He understood what she meant when she said that.

This wasn't love. This was pure and completely sexually driven lust.

Was it cheating?

It was too late to pretend like they weren't now.

It still didn't stop them.