You don't get the chance to come.

“Oh, God!” Doe cries. “Oh, God, stop it, John!”

Doe struggles beneath you, twisting in your grip and finally succeeding in throwing you off. Your cock springs free of Doe’s clinging anus, and you catch a glimpse of a well-stretched opening before Doe rolls away from you.

Tears stream down Doe’s face, and she wipes at them, smearing them together with makeup and the remnants of your come. Red marks are visible on her skin where you grabbed her roughly. Her blouse is a mess, and with her miniskirt flipped up the way it is, it looks more like a belt than anything else. Doe scrambles to get as far away from you as she can, until her back hits the wall a few feet away.

“You f-fucking bastard!” Doe says.

Your cock is still rigid, jutting up between your legs, red and pulsing. In a different situation, you might jerk a little to relieve yourself, but you’re on the floor of your office with your shirt and tie still on, your pants around your ankles, and Doe looking for all the world as if she’s just been in a fight.

“The bet is off!” Doe announces. “This…this isn’t fun anymore. You hurt me, John.”

With the heat of the moment over, you have to think: is this what you want? Do you want Doe crying and humiliated, or do you want something more? She’s given you her mouth and her ass, and even told you that she cares for you. You have a decision to make.