WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 120: Blowjob(7)

She sat up. "Okay, big mouth, I'm going to lay down some rules." She began to unbutton her blouse. "Rule one. Your mouth stays shut while mine is open. Rule two. Every time you open your mouth—" she threw off her blouse, exposing to my delectation a pair of tits a Victoria's Secret model could have turned into a career— "I open more of myself."

This looked like a game much more interesting than football. "Chuck," I whispered, breathless when she renewed her service, "You're a fool. Oh, ah. Don't bet, ah, ahhh, what you can't, can't, a-afford to lose," I managed, between intense tongue massages, "You can't afford to lose a woman that likes cock this much. Oohhhhh." Okay, I was playing it up a bit. But can you blame me? In case you haven't noticed yet, I may have a superpower but I'm not a superhero.

 She smiled up at me. "So good to be tasting delicious cock again." The implication was not lost on me that Mr. and Mrs. Charles Olds hadn't taken pleasure in this particular intimacy in a while.

"Chuck, if you don't mind, I think I'll have your wife keep me on the edge of orgasm for a long time. I was going to be a nice guy and just let her give me a quickie, but her mouth is so exquisite, I can't resist."

He growled at me through clenched teeth. A single glance from her made him choke it down.

I'm not usually vocal during sex, but I let myself go for the benefit of my audience. Every little trick produced a sound as a reward. And those tits! How they bounced as her head bobbed!

"Chuck, old buddy, I think I'll play with your wife's luscious tits."

"You touch them, motherfucker, you're a—"

She was up off my cock in an instant. She stood up. She didn't say a word, just unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off. Still more gorgeous leg, joined by lacy underpants. Under other circumstances I would have taken a break from fellatio to try some cunnilingus on the round and firm homeypot the panties hid. I almost regretted having to settle for a blow job.

She knelt again and pulled my hands to her breasts. "Help yourself." I fondled her nipples, big and firm, while she bent to retake my tool. Squeals vibrated down my cock as I twisted them.

"Ah, heavenly. You know, Chuck, I can't tell what's turning me on more, your wife's tits or her mouth." That got him up a little, but he caught himself in time. Maybe a little more taunting would get me a look at his wife's end zone. "Looks like she has a delicious pussy, too." He clenched

 his fists. "She's great, Chuck. She didn't learn on you, did she? I bet she sucked a lot of boyfriends before she settled for you. Ooh, baby, yeah, I like that. Was she a hooker before she met you? She plays the skin flute like a pro." More clenching, but he'd got control of himself. Too bad. "Wanna make a bet on her pussy?" Hot hate from his eyes, but no words.

Oh well, can't have everything. Anyway, I figured I shouldn't overstay my welcome. "Chuckie baby, the urge to come in your sweet wife's sweet mouth has become overwhelming." No response at all to that. In its own way, his wife's blow job was overstimulating him as well as me. I turned my attention to her.

"Mrs. Olds, I'd like a special treat."

She gave me a questioning look in reply, almost comical in the way she nonchalantly held my cock between her lips as she made it. I would have kissed her if her mouth hadn't been occupied with more important matters.

"Do you know what a tit fuck is?" She nodded. "Ah, I like that. Have you ever given one?" She glanced at hubby and shook her shoulders. Maybe in the past but not to him. "Want to give me one?"

She sucked me hard and deep several times, bringing me to the edge of the seat and the edge of orgasm, then unplugged me. "Like I said, anything you want."

I stood. "First, take off my pants. It can get a little messy."

She did so on her knees, keeping me well sucked until my balls became exposed and she moved on to them for a minute.

"Lie on your back on the bed."

She shooed Chuck to the other bed, lay down, but got up immediately. She moved my chair to the end of the bed, in front of the TV where

 analysts were nor replaying the events that had won her for me. She lay back down again reversed, her head at the end of the mattress, with her hair hanging down, right in front of the chair. "Sit there," she said to him. He resisted. "Come on, Chuck. The winner's waiting to claim his prize." Still he stood frozen to the spot. She went right up to him, facing him down though he was bigger and she was almost naked. "Last chance, loser. Either you sit there and watch him come in my mouth, or you stand here and watch him come in my cunt."

I liked that. A win-win situation. I didn't know which way to encourage him. Slowly, as if he were sleepwalking, he sat in the chair. She got back on the bed and squeezed her breasts together. "Okay stud, I'm ready for you."

"Not quite." I got the dipping sauce from the room service tray, tried it. "Not bad. I think you'll like this," I said. I poured the sauce into her cleavage.

She gasped in shock, then in surprise as I straddled her chest and pushed my cock between her luscious, slippery, love fruits.

"Mm, ahh," she moaned. "Ooh, I like that." She looked back at her husband. "Chuck, don't you dare close your eyes. If I see one time that you're not looking, he gets another orgasm." She looked up at me as I humped her between her tits, spreading oily sauce all over her chest. Drips ran down her neck, along her armpits, and into a pool under my ass. She spread the sauce over her breasts and tweaked her slick nipples, grimaced in pleasure. She looked down to watch my shiny cockhead, dripping with brown sauce, moving back and forth inches from her face; she stuck her tongue out to try to taste it. I thrust further up, felt her tongue lap my slit, retracted and wiggled to get more sauce, then shifted up more to get my whole cockhead into her mouth. She sucked me clean and licked her lips. "Buffalo cock. Way better than buffalo wings. More."