Tom cuts a deal...

Tom was bent double over the bathroom sink, still frantically trying to get himself off when he heard the gentle knock on the door.

“No… no… you have to leave…” he moaned piteously, “I won’t… I won’t be able to help myself…”

“Tom?” The unmistakably feminine voice was calm and reasonable but honeyed with lewd intent. He immediately recognized it as Mrs Hope. “Tom, please let me in, I can help you. Let me help you get through this.”

Visions of Mrs Hope crashed through Tom’s head unbidden.

Memories of her flaunting that incredible busty body in front of him, the proffered pleasures she had advertised and the sweet temptations she had laid before him. Then he knew… even through the maelstrom of raging lust he knew it was her…

“You scheming bitch!” He growled through clenched teeth, “You did this to me. You infected me with your awful nympho virus and now you’re here to claim me as your prize… well, fuck you!”

“I would love you to fuck me and I’ll let you fuck me any way you wish, Tom." Her reply was serene and measured despite her filthy language. "I would let you stick your cock anywhere you wanted and do things that you never dreamt a girl would ever do for you… but I know that’s not what you meant. Yes I did this, but you left me ****.”

“Go away!”

It was a wail of despair. His manic wanking wasn’t bringing the relief he wanted and he desperately needed that outlet. The thought of that gorgeous huge-tittied MILF seductress waiting outside the bathroom door was just too much. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last woman on earth!”

That was greeted with a long silence then a furious hammering on the door…

“You don’t mean that!” All the calm was gone from Mrs Hope’s voice now replaced with a furious indignant anger, “You’re mine, Tom! Do you know what I’ve endured, knowing you were right here next door? Well, you’ll understand soon enough. Now open this door!”

Tom looked around the small washroom hopelessly. He couldn't maintain his self-control for much longer… he had to deal with the devil and come to a compromise. He knew he had to succumb soon but right now he was in a once-in-a-lifetime position of power.

If Tom was on his way out regardless, he would go out with a bang.

“Fine!” He yelled, “If you want me then I have some conditions.”

The thumping on the door stopped and Mrs Hope fell silent again as he continued…

“Get me a phone, Mrs Hope. I’m going to call some people and I’m not coming out until I am done…”