Blonde Creampie

THEN I SAID SOMETHING THAT IMMEDIATELY CAUSED HER NIPPLES TO GET HARD, REVEALING THEMSELVES, ALL CLEAR IN SHAPE AND SIZE FOR ANYONE WHO CARED TO LOOK: "’YOU KNOW ABOUT BLONDE CREAMPIE?, -I SAID IN A CASUAL TONE-, I BET DANIEL IS GOING TO SPEND SOME TIME TONIGHT JERKING HIMSELF OFF… AND I’M SURE HE WILL BE THINKING OF ALL THE POSSIBLE WAYS HE WOULD FUCK HIS SEXY BOSS FOR BLONDE CREAMPIE".

SHE STARED INTO MY EYES. I GUESS SHE WANTED TO KNOW IF I WAS EITHER JEALOUS OR TURNED ON. SHE REALIZED I WASN’T EITHER ONE OR THE OTHER. SO SHE JUST SAID I WAS CRAZY ABOUT THE BLONDE CREAMPIE. VERY CALMLY, I JUST ADDED: "WELL, THIS TIME YOU HAVE TO ADMIT, SWEETIE, IT IS NOT ME WHO IS GETTING ALL EXCITED ABOUT THE BLONDE CREAMPIE IDEA OF OTHER MEN WANTING TO MAKE LOVE TO YOUR HOT BODY." TO WHICH SHE FIRMLY REPLIED: "OH, C’MON! YOU KNOW THAT SORT OF THING DOESN’T TURN ME ON." "WELL –I SAID LOOKING DOWN TO MY DRINK- IF YOU SAY SO… I'LL BELIEVE YOU. BUT IT’S NOT ME WHO’S DOING THE TALKING. FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT, YOU CAN INSIST YOU DON’T LIKE MY FANTASY… BUT YOU ARE NOT TELLING THE TRUTH TO YOURSELF… FORGET ABOUT ME." SHE LOOKED PUZZELED: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" –SHE ASKED. "WELL, HONEY, JUST TAKE A LOOK DOWN TO YOUR NIPPLES". AS SOON AS SHE SAW HOW HARD HER NIPPLES HAD GROWN, STANDING OUT THROUGH HER DRESS, SHE LEANED BACK ON HER CHAIR CROSSING HER ARMS TO HIDE THE EVIDENCE. "YOU SEE? THEY BETRAYED YOU. AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO HIDE THEM NOW. LOOK AROUND.. WE’RE ALL GLAD YOU’RE NOT WEARING A BRA, HONEY". I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE BLONDE CREAMPIE ANYMORE.

WHEN WE GOT HOME, I CAME OUT WITH ANOTHER MADE-UP SITUATION. I TOLD HER I HAD OVERHEARD TWO GUYS IN THE BATHROOM, TALKING ABOUT HER. "DID YOU SEE THE WOMAN WITH THE WHITE DRESS. SHE LOOKS SO HOT AND FUCKABLE." I TOLD HER THAT ONE OF THEM SAID, (I WAS LYING, OF COURSE) THAT BEING DRESSED LIKE AN EXPENSIVE WHORE, SHE SEEMED TO BE BEGGING FOR COCK.