The Balloon Test - Sex Stories

The Balloon Test

... ringing noise. "...sorry. That's my phone. I'd better answer it..." she picked up her phone, "...yes, yes. Right away. Of course..."

She looked at Tracey, "Sorry," she said, "something's cropped up. I have to dash. I'll be back soon. Tracey, here's the balloon, you take over. You know what to do."

So Tracey knew what to do! She'd been in on it all along. No wonder she'd come prepared with a balloon. She looked at me with a big grin on her face.

"Come on," she said, "you know the rules of the Balloon Test. We're all waiting."

What could I do? I couldn't admit that I didn't know the rules after I'd so clearly said I did. She had me cornered and there was nothing I could do about it. I took off my trousers and stood there in my underpants.

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Bloody Site Security. I mean I always park my car in that spot. It's not as if it was obstructing anything. But apparently they were going to tow it away. If I didn't get there pretty quickly that is. That's what the bloke on the phone said anyway. The Security Guard that is. It took me close on an hour of me arguing with them and driving round and round before I could find a suitable place to park. Still, Tracey knew what to do to stop him going any further. And then they could take a break for coffee. That's what I thought anyway. But when I got back to the room...

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Tracey Smith, I said to myself, you're really mean. But on the other hand, he deserved it, and he was going to get ...

... it.

He'd spent all lunch time peering up my skirt trying to get a glimpse of my knickers, while all the while spouting off about how clever he was. He must of got a glimpse of them as well because he said he liked girls with big tits who wore pink knickers. Then he started hinting in an obvious way that he had a big cock. 'I've a great twinker' he said. 'It's so big because I exercise it'. I mean, why do men like to boast about their cocks! As if we're interested! Then he even suggested I might like to exercise it. 'In your dreams' I said. As if! Men like that deserve all they get. And I knew what he was going to get as soon as Monica told me about the way she deals with know it alls. I told her right away. That blokes a right know it all, I said, I'll bring a balloon so be ready to bring him down a peg or two.

Of course Monica explained that she didn't actually let them do the test, just getting them to back down was the point. But I had a better idea. If I could just get Monica out of the way, then I'd get him backed into a corner which he'd never escape from with his clothes on. All I had to do was stick out my tits for that Security bloke and he'd do anything I asked. I texted him the signal just in time to stop Monica from ending the whole thing.

"Shall I take off my trousers?" he had asked, before Monica had left me in charge.

"Well you know the rules of the test," I said, "Come on. We're all waiting.

So there Mr Know-it-all was. In his panties. I hadn't meant to ...