Free Office Perks by Monica Belle

whole fucking can!’
    His mates just laughed at him and, as he opened another one, I made to grab it. He pulled quickly back.
    â€˜No way,’ he whined.
    â€˜Go on, don’t be a git,’ I said.
    He moved back, walking backwards down the pavement.
    â€˜You want a drink, love, you can get your tits out for it first!’
    â€˜No way!’
    Sophie and Bobbie backed me up, calling him a bastard, their voices quickly drowned by the lads’ shouting, then as they began to chant.
    â€˜Yeah, go for it. Get yer tits, out, carrot top! Get yer tits out! Get yer tits out for the lads!’
    They were singing it, really loud, and dozens of passers-by were staring. I’d have done it too, only Bobbie got in first.
    â€˜Only if you show us yours.’
    â€˜We ain’t got none, love!’
    â€˜Posh, ain’t she?’
    â€˜Here, look!’
    One of them, the bulkiest, jerked his football top up, spilling out his huge, pasty beer gut. Two others followed suit. Bobbie just laughed.
    â€˜I meant your cocks, stupid!’
    â€˜No way!’
    Sophie chipped in, and so did I.
    â€˜You’re not seeing our tits, then, you cheeky bastard!’
    â€˜Dead right. Get ’em down and I’ll get mine up, or no show!’
    â€˜You serious?’
    It was a tall lanky guy, who’d been the quietest so far. I nodded, suddenly tense, because his hands had gone to his fly. We were in the middle of the street, with people everywhere, and only a big plane tree to provide any cover. He didn’t care. Out it came, a fat white cock with a meaty foreskin half rolled back over a bulbous head. We dissolved in laughter. I was about to pull up my top to show him I could give as good as I got, only for Leanne to pull on my arm.
    I was running immediately, not knowing why, orwhere, but in stitches as the lads followed with angry shouts. We didn’t have a hope, in heels and skirts, but it didn’t matter. I got caught by the lanky guy, and pulled down onto one of the piers. It was deserted and, before I really knew it, my top was up, and my bra. He was groping my tits as I struggled to get his trousers open, and kissing and licking at them as he yanked my skirt high.
    My knickers came down and he’d buried his face in my fur, licking avidly as he wanked himself. I melted at this, clinging on eagerly as he pushed me up against the cold stone blocks of the Embankment wall. His hands went under my bum, pulling my knickers aside. I felt his cock touch my pussy and he was in, deep in, filling me. We were snogging as he began to pump into me, fast and furious, tangled together in a mess of disarranged clothing. He went harder and faster as he let loose a stream of dirty talk in me ear.
    â€˜I’m going to give it to you hard, you little slut,’ he said. ‘And don’t think you can get away from me – not until I’ve shot my load in your tight little cunt.’ That seemed to do the trick for him. He finished with a grunt, jamming me against the cold stone. I wondered if he’d spoken quite so roughly to previous conquests, or if it was something about me that brought out the beast in the man.
    He gave a long, ecstatic sigh as he came down, lowering me to the wooden deck of the pier. My legs were shaking, my breath was coming hard and fast, and I wanted to come. He stood back, grinning as I began to masturbate, my hips thrust forwards at him.
    â€˜Your tits don’t half jiggle, love,’ was the best he could do by way of an observation. I asked him to repeat his dirty talk to me – to say what he had said to make himself come a few moments earlier.
    The filthy sod wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to be as foul-mouthed as possible. I came, as hard as I’d ever come, thinking how good it felt to be caught and stripped and fucked, so sudden and so hard. He watched goggle-eyed, well pleased with himself, his cock still hanging out of his trousers.