“That guy is just so weird,” Brenda explains into the phone.
“What did he do this time,” Lori asks, a hint of interest in her voice.
“Well, we were working on something in my cubical,” Brenda starts off slowly.
She tended to be very slow, and thurough.
“And…” Lori’s impatience coming out.
“Well, I don’t know how I missed this. He was standing behind me, and I was
in the driver seat. He was giving directions, but I was in control.” Brenda
pauses to decide how much she wants to reveal over the phone.
“Why do you let him bos you around so?” Lori asks. “He is 15 years your
junior, and definately below you on the pecking order.”
“He just knows this stuff, and I am trying to learn from him. He doesn’t
really know what I want to do, and I don’t really know how to do it…”
“Anyway, back to the story. What did Psycho-boy say this time?” Lori
politely nudges the conversation back on track.
“Well, I noticed something was going on right before it all happened. I
don’t know how I missed it before. It all seems so sureal now.” Brenda starts
to explain again.
“I noticed his labored breathing, and as I took notice, he hissed a command
at me.” Brenda continues.
“A command?” Lori asks, incredulously.
“Yeah, without any hesitation in his voice his hisses, ‘Hurry, before it
makes a mess.'” Brenda says, bewilderment in her voice even now.
“Before what makes a mess?” Lori asks, sensing this conversation is taking a
turn for the weird.
“Well, as I turn to try to figure that out for myself, Andy is standing
there, holding his cock in his hand, pointing it right at me. He was quite
aroused. It was dark purple.” Brenda contiues.
“You aren’t serious? What was it like?” Lori asks, her own breathing
becoming slightly quicker.
“Yes, right there, middle of the work day, in my cubicle, without a door.
It was nice enough, I suppose, average. I really can’t believe it. I am
still at a loss for what could have possesed him.” Brenda says.
Lori, agitated with the interuption of Brenda’s protests before the story gets
good, blurts out, “Finish the story Brenda.” Excitement, and intrigue have
overtaken her.
“Well, I didn’t know what to do. I opened my mouth to say something. I
have no idea what I would have said, but I didn’t get a chance. Almost on
queue, as my mouth opened, he started coming. The first rope hit half in
and half out of my mouth. A big gob of it stuck on my upper lip and nose.
I felt the heat of it on my tongue.”
“Yes.” Lori was beside herself, picturing the foul scene, wishing she could
have witnessed it.
“Well, as soon as that happened, all I could think of was his words ‘make a
mess’, so I opened wider, and moved slightly forward. I was agast, but
didn’t want to have that all over my face.” Brenda is noticeably excited about
the story now as well.
“Sure, we can’t have a mess in our office,” Lori adds, mocking Brenda’s feigned
innocence.
Ignoring her friends taunts (she wasn’t there, she didn’t know) Brenda
continues, “Well, he took my attempts to not make a mess as encouragment I
guess. As I leaned forward, he thrust his hips a little, and before I knew
it, his cock was in my mouth. My lips were still wide open, but it was
definitely passed the entrance.”
“This all happened like slow motion.” Brenda says, confused, excited,
bewildered with her own actions.
“Sure, you couldn’t miss a detail. I understand how that goes,” Lori has no
idea, but wants to get back to the story.
“Well, exactly,” Brenda says, not exactly sure what her friend was getting at.
“So here I am, in my office, Andy standing there, dick in hand. My mouth is
wide open, a rope of cum hanging from my nose to my tongue. The head of his
penis inside my outstretched lips, and he shoots again. This startled me,
and I closed my lips around the head.”
“Of course, instinctivly,” Lori chides her old friend.
“Now he really thinks I am into it, and places his hand on the back of my
head. I guess I figured I was in for a pound now. He started pumping his
hips into my face, as his balls emptied their filthy contents into my mouth.
I had to swallow several times to keep up with his ejacualations.” Brenda says,
with what might be construed as whistful voice.
“Oh my, a pent up boy,” Lori says, impressed.
“Well, his hips stopped humping, and his cock stopped jerking. I looked
up, as he kept his cock planted deep in my mouth. He stroked my hair as he
smiled down at me. I guess he liked it.”
“I am sure he did,” Lori taunts.
“That isn’t what I meant. I don’t care what he liked about…”
“Just continue,” Lori adds, impatient with Brenda’s denial.
“He kept his hand on my head, stroking my hair. As he pulled his penis out
of my mouth, he slowly wiped the last of the cum on my lips. much like
you’d wipe a paint brush on the lip of a can of paint.”
“Mm hmm,” Lori appreciates the visuals.
“Well, he started to tell me something. I didn’t listen to that weird boy.
I just told him to put his nasty toy away, and get back to work.”
“You really need to take a stand with him, good for you,” Lori says, totally
mocking her friend. Brenda doesn’t notice.
“Yes, I can’t let him think that I am just a toy.”
“You are such a slut, Brenda.” Lori accuses humorously.
“No, it wasn’t my… I didn’t do any…”
“Whatever you say… Lips.”
“Ugghhh” Brenda knows that she has just earned a new monicar from her friend.
Oh what a story Lori will tell, when asked why she is calling Brenda “Lips”.