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Your limbs ache terribly...strapped down to the office table spread
eagle.  How long has it been?  A few hours?  A few days?!  You can't be
for sure.  Time really doesn't have any meaning anymore.  The only thing
that you can remember is the office Christmas party that your boyfriend
invited you to.  You were having fun and (of course) had a bit too much
of the happy juice.  The room began to spin and then....nothing.  Total
blackout!  You hate it when that happens.  Your boyfriend Jeremy warned
you about that.  Of course, he always have and probably always will. 
The two of you have been together for a few years now.  You're serious
about one another but haven't really been confident enough in order to
make everything "official".  Right now though, it's the furthest thing
from your mind.

"How long could it have been?" You think to yourself.  It's all starting
to come back to me now.  After you realized too late that you'd drunk
too much, you reverted back to the old days.  You danced with many of
the guys at the get-together.  This in itself isn't out of the ordinary,
and Jeremy knew this.  

But this time, you got a bit too friendly with the rest of the
guests...the males in particular.  You'd been feeling that Jeremy wasn't
paying attention to you as much as he should although you knew that with
his big project due soon, time was at a premium.  Still it bothered you,
but you've managed to choke it down until now.  The first man that you
danced with was probably about as drunk as you were.  It took all that
the two of you could muster up to remain standing.  You just held onto
each other moving back and forth.  He kissed you...pretty much trying to
touch your tonsils, but you kissed him anyway.  

The second guy wasn't as hampered as you.  He was a good kisser.  His
hands tended to wander, and you really didn't mind.  He seemed to touch
all of the right places, and he really knew how to do so.  But he kept
pushing you to give him a ride.  At this time, you didn't really want
that, but he kept pushing and pushing.  So, finally you told him to piss
off.  He left in a huff.  Stupid bastard!!

This really pissed you off.  You headed back over to the bar for a
refresher.  You start to feel better as the alcohol goes down and warms
you up.  Where the fuck was Jeremy anyway?  It's just like him to just
bring me here and leave me all alone like this.  He can be such a jerk
sometimes.

You stop another hot guy and head towards him.  Appearently he saw you
coming and met you half way.  You start to dance, but slowly it turned
into something else.  You begin to kiss and fondle.  Soon, your hand is
in his pants and your stroking his buldging cock.  This is what you
really want.  This'll show Jeremy.  Normally you wouldn't behave this
way, but HECK...it's a party.  And if Jeremy won't show you a good time,
you'll just have to find one for yourself.  He started to lead you to
one of the offices nearby.  In the back of your mind, you know that you
should just stay where you are with the rest of the crowd, but the
drinking has just wiped you better judgement away; so, you follow.

In the office you sit on a chair and he pours you another drink.  You
begin to do more than sip...gulp is more like it.  He gives you another
and then sits on the desk.  Maybe it was just the fact that throughout
all of this, he hasn't said a single word...or maybe it's just the way h
carries himself.  You don't know, but you do know that you find him
increadibly sexy.  You finish off that last sip and get off of the
chair.  WHOA...the room is moving too fast for you.  You fall to your
knees.  He just sits there on the desk looking down at you, but you
don't really care.  At this point the alcohol has hit you so hard that
you start to give in to your most basic instincts...the need to fuck.  
You crawl over to him on your hands and neds.  He whispered something,
but you neither hear what he said nor cared about it.  All you want is
what is beneath his pants.  You unzip his pants and catch a glimpse of
his enormous dick.  It's so engorged that the veins have just popped
out......as if his cock itself was just begging for it.  You put it in
your mouth and began licking his shaft slowly.  "Just like a lollipop,"
you always said to yourself.  Frankly if you were sober, you wouldn't
even think about trying to fit this monster cock in your mouth.  Lucky
(or perhaps unlucky) for you, you're too far gone to pay attention to
what you would have done.  

Inch by inch you trace his cock with the inside of your mouth...all the
way to the back of your throat, but still he's not all the way in.  You
can tell that he's enjoying himself by the motions he's making with his
hips although he doesn't make a sound.  You're feeling a bit more
light-headed, but his cock tastes so good that you just can't let go. 
You licked the precum from his shaft.  Mmmmm.  That's the part that you
liked the best...the taste of a man's precum.  You like it better that
cum itself since there's not nearly as much of it and it never makes you
nauseous like the real thing.

You begin to suck harder biting from time to time.  He's really enjoying
himself.  What's his name again?  You don't really know or, frankly,
really care.  You just knew that he has one fantastic cock.  And that's
all that mattered.  You feel him start to stiffen up.  The end is quite
near; so, you quicken your pace.  The rooms starts to spin a bit, but
you just try to ignore it.  You can't remember the last time a cock was
this good.  It had been so long since you got a good ride from your
boyfriend Jeremy because of his work that you didn't really care.  The
faster you bobbed on his dick, the faster everything around you moved. 
You know that you're losing it now but want to feel his come trickling
down your throat before that happens.  Too late though...you begin to
pass out.  The last thing that you can remember before the blackness
closed in was that he finally let out a howl...not a loud moan but a
howl...like some sort of caged animal being put out of his misery.  He
came just as you were slipping onto the floor.  From your haze, you can
hear a door open, and then........

That pretty much about all you can remember.  Now you're in an office
like the other one except for that everything is rather spartan...like
remodeling is going on.  You believe that Jeremy must have mentioned
this in passing sometime ago.  His firm had one a big case and with the
winnings they were remodling part of the firm's offices.  It was pretty
quiet around....not a peep as far as you can tell.  You yell for
assistance, but no one answers.  You've screamed so much that your
throat begins to hurt; so, you stop.  The door opens and your boyfriend
walks through.  You feel so relieved.

"Jeremy, thank God.  Something happened.  Please get me out of this?"

"Why would I want to do that when I was the one who strapped you to that
desk to begin with?"

You're quite shocked by this.  Jeremy doesn't seem mad or anything. 
"How long have I been here?  I don't understand."

"Let me begin by telling you that it's Sunday.  You've been here for
about a couple of days.  You drank so much that you've been pretty much
unconcious since then.  From time to time, the help have come in and
cleaned you up when need be.  You sure have been quite a filthy mess,
you know?  You think that I didn't see you flirting around with half of
my coworkers?  You think that I didn't see you go off into the office
with that other guy?  "  Jeremy really remained calm.

"I'm sorry.  You know how I get when I get drunk.  I didn't mean for it
to happen.  I know that I went overboard.  Can't I do something to..."

*WHACK*  Your boyfriend smacks you accross the face hard.  If it wasn't
for the fact that you've just been it, you wouldn't know that he was
upset.  His face remains motionless.  You might even say that there was
just a bit of a smile present.  "You embarrassed me in front of the
whole firm, dear.  I walked in on you and him.  You had passed out on
the floor of that office cum dripping from your mouth."

My God!  The door opening!  It must have been your boyfriend that came
into the room as you passed out.  You feel so ashamed and being to cry.


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