Pleasing The Boss (part 2)

The fallout from the incident with my boss was bigger than the amount of spunk that fell out of my cock that night at his expert hand. Sue suspected something was up when I didn’t succumb to her as I walked through the door, with her wearing the basque I’d bought her – which accentuated her ample bosom beautifully – and black stockings and suspenders. Indeed, as I tried to just walk through quickly to the bedroom and en-suite bathroom to change my clothes and wash down below she followed me and saw the stains on my trousers. She guessed what it was and horror filled her eyes.

“How could you? That’s why you were in such a hurry to get to that party. Was she worth it?”

“What? I don’t know what you mean,” I said pathetically.

“No?” and for the second time in a matter of minutes someone was pulling down my flies and yanking out my cock, “then how do you explain this?” I looked down at my cock which was now in a sticky, flaccid state and was oozing the last remnants of my cum.

I then went for broke. “I got so horny driving back...thinking of you…and what was awaiting that I just. I just, I mean it just started to...”

“You mean it just started oozing out, soaking your boxers then running down your trousers?” I was falling to pieces, then came the killer question. “Where did you do it, I mean you weren’t out long enough to go back to ‘her place’ were you? Not the car?”

“Look...you’ve just got it all wrong.”

“Have I? Well, let’s go out and have a look, shall we?”

Before I could say anything she was striding down the stairs and out into the garage. The light flooded the garage and I gave up hope of even trying to deny it any further for fear of getting into what had really happened. I just watched her face crumple as she looked through the windows. Although I’d tried to clean it up I had emptied so much spunk, with so little to clean it up with that there were spatters of it everywhere. I’d hoped to get up early the following morning to clean it up properly, but in a matter of thirty seconds I was back in and driving away, heeding Sue’s words that if I didn’t get the hell out of there immediately she would kill me. And I really believed it at that moment.

As I drove around I knew there was only one place I could go and that was back to Geoff’s. I had to make some sort of sense of it all and I hoped that, at the least – in view of what he had done – he would put me up for the night. I knocked on the door and was shocked when a woman in a dressing gown answered it. I did a double take on the number to make sure I was at the same house. I was. “Is....is Geoff there?”

“Oh, are you Simon?”

“Yes,” I warily answered.

“Come on in.” I followed this not unattractive woman through into the lounge where Geoff was sprawled out on the sofa in a silk kimono, sipping a glass of whiskey. “It’s your latest conquest”, the woman announced in an almost humorous way. Geoff twisted his neck to see me and smiled. He put down his glass then padded up