The Christmas Exhibition (10 page)

             
“Not long.”

             
“What part in particular made you cum, Matt?”

             
I took a deep breath. “When you talked about Sean's cum and piss.” My cock burst erect through the gap in my boxers.

             
Jill brought her other foot forward, positioning my cock between the soles of both. “You liked that?” She started to masturbate me with her feet. “You liked the idea of me being tempted by someone else... By someone I can't stand... By someone I find physically repulsive.”

             
I was cringing. My teeth were clamped together. My gums retreating. Seething. “Yes,” I said.

             
She increased her pace on my penis. “Are you jealous?”

             
“Yes,” I answered quickly, hoping to suffocate any suggestion that I no longer cared or craved her.

             
“How jealous?” She brought the heel of one foot to my balls, and pressed gently.

             
“I'm okay, I'm coping.”

             
Jill increased the pressure on my balls, pushing pleasure closer to pain. “Coping?”

             
“It turns me on that you let yourself go around the guys. That you danced with them. You weren't the only girl dancing, but I do feel a little embarrassed.” I swallowed a sharp breath, stifled a groan and eased myself slowly backwards on the recliner. “I don't know how I'll feel if I bump into them. They'll surely all have talked about you. And then there's the Sean thing. I'm angry...”

             
Jill drove her foot deeper into my balls.

             
I squirmed, biting my tongue to suppress the pain. “... But it turns me on so fucking much at the same time. What is wrong with me?”

             
Jill's feet tantalised and tortured my cock and balls. “Mmmmmm... Baby, I wish I had my six-inch spiked heels. Imagine what I could do to your balls then.”

             
The thought propped my back up straight on the recliner. “Fuck.” My erection soared between her soles.

             
“Would you mind getting them for me?” Jill was purring.

             
I cringed at the thoughts of her crushing my testicles. She would pretend she was seeking to intensify my pleasure. But cruelty would surface in her intentions. “Where are they?”

             
“Under the stairs, baby.” She released my cock, then gently pushed it away. “Go. Now.”

             
I sighed as I stood and walked from the conservatory to the kitchen.

             
Jill wolf-whistled as I left the room. “Hurry up!”

             
I opened the storage door to under the stairs. Her black patent heels were neatly placed on the floor. I kneeled down to lift them and inspected the six-inch spiked heels. “Holy shit,” I muttered, then turned to head back into the conservatory.

             
Jill shivered as I entered.

             
“Are you sure it's warm enough for you in here?”

             
“I'm fine,” she insisted, and lifted one hand from her knee, clicking her fingers. “I want you to put my heels on me, Matt.”

             
I glanced to the conservatory's double-doors, lined with Christmas decorations, which led to the back garden, then slipped my erect cock back inside my boxer shorts.

             
“Hey,” Jill said. “Get your cock out again.”

             
“But what if one of the neighbours-”

             
“I don't care, Matt.” Her finger was pointing at my crotch. “Do what you're told. The neighbours shouldn't be looking over our fence. If I catch anyone staring at my man's cock, they'll have
me
to answer to. Now... Fix my heels to my feet.”

             
I did as I was instructed, lavishing the skin of Jill's beautiful ankles in kisses. “I love you,” I said, tightening the strap of one shoe.

             
She smiled. “Good.”

             
My cock grew a little longer.

             
Jill lifted her leg high in the air, inspecting my handiwork. Her nightdress rode higher.

             
I glanced to her pussy.

             
Her fingers snapped again. She pointed to her remaining foot. “Eyes on my feet, Matt. You had my pussy last night. I haven't even washed yet.”

             
I fell into subservience, shedding the instincts I had learned on the battlefield and shrouding myself in her sexuality. I glanced momentarily from her feet to her face, and finally again to her pussy. To lose all inhibitions with someone so wonderfully beautiful could afford the most amazing of sexual experiences.

             
“You love having me as your girlfriend, don't you, Matt?”

             
“Yes, sweetheart.”

             
“You were very jealous at the beginning of our relationship. Jealous when I told you of how many ex-boyfriends there'd been.”

             
There hadn't been many, but I had been jealous. Or, more accurately, I felt inadequate. How could this stunning girl wish to be with me? Especially when I was so inexperienced.

             
“Of the one-night stands.”

             
That had been much more difficult to accept. That she had released herself to men who hadn't earned their right to be with her. Who hadn't treated her as she deserved. Who merely used her for their own sexual purposes.

             
“Of the amount of cocks that had my pussy before you.” Jill eased her legs gently, slightly apart. “I
know
you found it hard to imagine. To be honest, Matt, I thought you were going to find it impossible to accept. I considered breaking up with you very early on-”

             
“What?” I had just finished attaching the strap of the second heel to her foot.

             
She pushed a spiked heel carefully into my chest, encouraging me to lean back on the recliner. Her second heel snagged my boxers. “Pull these down to your ankles. I want to see your naked cock in all its glory.”

             
I was hesitant, then obeyed her. “You considered breaking up with me?” I asked, my heart hampered by hurt.

             
“Yes.” She rested her heel on my thigh, and rubbed the bare skin at the side of her foot against my cock. “I started to think we were too different.” Her first foot fell from my chest to my cock, sandwiching my member. “I'd done so much.” Jill began to pleasure my sex. “You'd done so little. But...”

             
“Aow,” I said involuntarily. “Go easy, Jill, those spikes hurt.”

             
“... You had such a nice dick... And you've a heart of gold... Once you stopped quizzing me twenty-four seven about my past and accepted me for who I am today, I learned to relax. Before I knew it...” She rotated her right foot, digging her heel into my scrotum. “... I'd fallen in love with you.”

             
“Fuck!” I cried, my fingers fighting for a grip on the recliner.

             
“And you do have the most magnificent cock.”

             
I was panting, drawing breath I hoped would dull the pain.

             
“It's not my fault I've been trussed up by a number of men before you, is it?”

             
I was clenching my teeth, controlling the pain receptors in my mind and channelling the physical anguish to another plane.

             
“Is it?” Jill demanded, and scraped her heel on my balls.

             
I yelled an agonising howl, snapped my hand to my groin and checked for blood.

             
Jill reeled suddenly, withdrawing her feet from my crotch. “Shit, Matt, are you okay?”

             
My fingers were white. I dabbed my testicles again. “Phew,” I said, wheezing through a whirlwind of wonder, fearfulness and excitement.

             
Jill was staring at me, her eyes wide.

             
“Do that again,” I said, placing the heel of her foot carefully on my balls. “But gently. No sudden movements, or you'll tear a hole in my ball bag.”

             
She moved stealthily to the eye, though the sharp sensations in my nuts were torturous.

             
I placed my hand on my cock and slowly jacked myself as my eyes dangled over her. “Slip off the dressing gown,” I said.

             
“It's too cold, Matt,” she replied.

             
“Do it!”

             
Her eyes widened. Her brow furrowed. “Who are you talking to-”

             
I smacked my free palm against her upper leg, reddening her flesh suddenly. “Do what you're fucking told, Jill. I suggested this room wasn't warm enough. We could've moved.
You
didn't want to. Now take off my fucking dressing gown or I'll rip everything off you, take you outside and fuck you senseless on all fours on the freezing ground.”

             
Her lips curled. “Bu...” She thought better of a protest, then slipped the dressing gown down from her shoulders.

             
“That's fine.” I pulled myself back slightly from her spiked heel, then yanked my cock furiously as I scrutinized my slut. “Fuck, you're beautiful, Jill.”

             
She smiled, sheepishly turning her heel by just a few degrees.

             
“Aow-ugh.” I allowed the agony to envelope my senses, adopting the pain as my stimulant. “Every man who ever had you must've thought he was the luckiest bastard alive.”

             
“They didn't.” Jill blinked. “Trust me.”

             
“They should've. You're fucking gorgeous.” I watched her breasts move as she breathed.

             
“Here,” Jill said, and cupped herself under her satin nightdress. She pulled each breast out until they were displayed over the material. She gently pinched each nipple, and pushed her heels into my crotch.

             
The images were spellbinding and the pain blinding.
“What's going to happen when you see him again?” I croaked.

             
“Sean?” she asked, her tone mocking the innocence all the men before me had served to destroy.

             
“Yes.” My masturbation felt good, as she relaxed her spiked heel on my balls. “We have to talk about it.”

             
“What is there to say?” Jill parted her knees to either extreme of the recliner.

             
“Fuck.” Her pussy, fucked, puffed and reddened from our debauchery the night before, exuded as much class as it did corruption.

             
Jill
bit the nail of her forefinger.
“He'll never get
this,
” she said, and nodded down to her groin.

             
There was a spate of delight in my chest, easing the anxiety and charging arousal to my abdomen and beyond. “You're sure?”

             
Jill laughed. “Oh, baby, I'm sure. If I was going to have sex with anyone other than you, I'd like to think I could do better than Sean.”

             
My chest heaved with knowledge of the charted course ahead. “But you
will
have to see him... Everyday.”

             
Jill coaxed cutting anguish into my testicles, riding her spike ceremoniously along the septum of my scrotum. “Oh, baby,” she said in an infantile voice, “don't be jealous. Big Sean is not going to get
this
... I
promise
.”

             
How could I be sure?

             
“Come on, baby, wank harder for me. Wank at the thoughts of him having me. At me betraying you. Imagine him sending Sharon out for lunch. Picture him closing the door to the office. His dad is off and all the labourers are out on site. Can you see me sitting innocently at my desk, Matt? Can you? Can you see Sean standing next to me, watching me and remembering last night? Oh, baby, that's it... Wank yourself hard. Cum for me. Cum for me, and cum all over my patent shoes.”

             
I was intoxicated by her conduct. The behaviour which my every instinct dictated was wrong. Yet the charges which fired through my torso and cranium craved every word she dangled before me. My eyes feasted on her pussy. Desperate in my desire. Hungry and eager to delight my tongue in her unwashed nether regions. My cock was rigid in my palm. Surging with blood. My balls bulging with semen.