Its not what it looks like....

John took Doe's hand in both of his and said, "Its not like like that honestly..."

His head was still reeling from her comment about his staying power. It wasn't that bad was it?

She tugged her hand back, "then explain to me what the hell it is like then. And cut to the chase don't give me your usual waffle.."

"Its a fantasy!" he began, "I don't really want those things to happen... and I don't spend..."

"Oh John", she cut in, "it's all ok then, it's only a fantasy! You're doing fuck all apart from sitting there with your cock in your hand thinking about some guy with a huge cock cumming across my tits but don't worry darling its only a fantasy..."

He looked at her stunned, she never spoke like that.

She pulled off her jacket and threw it on the bed. Then she ripped open her blouse not slowing to open the buttons in her temper. Next came the skirt and then she paused standing there in her lingerie. She stepped forward and grabbed his crotch.

"Don't I turn you on any more John?", she asked dangerously, "Is that the problem?"

"Y yes, of course" he whimpered willing his cock to action

"Then where's the evidence?" she demanded squeezing hard, " Or is the truth of the matter that I no longer turn you on?. What you really want is to watch someone else plough my furrow. You want to be **** to sit there and watch as I suck someone elses dick. You want to see me lying there in front of you covered in another mans cum...?"

"N...No, no I don't want that" he whispered all too aware that his body was telling a different story.