WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 121: Blowjob(8)

How could I refuse? I extended my hands to the arms of Chuck's chair. Now I could pump way up and down her chest and then go way up onto her face and way deep in her mouth. Poor Chuck. My face was only a foot from his. He cringed away from me but couldn't avoid seeing every erotic pleasure his wife was giving written on my face; and if he looked down he had a porno cameraman's closeup of the double squeegee job she was giving me with her mouth and tits; and if he turned away (which he dared not) the squishes of my sausage and eggs slipping between her melons, the slurps she made as she tried to lick up every drop of sauce on my cock, and our joined groans of delight would still fill his ears. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

It was all too much. With effort I got out, "Make me come."

She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her. When I started fucking her face she moved her hands to her tits and squeezed. That did it. With a loud grunt I spurted my special sauce into her, squirt after squirt through slick boobs into squishy mouth until I was used up, and kept on pumping because she still felt so exquisite. She kept her lips in place for my continuing pleasure until, exhausted and softening, I stopped. Suddenly I felt warm liquid flood over my cock. I looked down to see that she had kept all my come in her mouth and now had let if flow all over where our flesh met. She let her head hang down over the edge of the bed so her husband could see how my come ran down her chin, over her face, and into her hair.

I reluctantly withdrew my soft meat from her soft breasts. I was useless now anyway, thoroughly used up by that massive orgasm. She sat up. She was a mess: my white seed all over her face, neck, and chest, her hair matted with it, brown sauce staining everything else. She looked like she'd just taken a gang facial from a team of mud wrestlers. Our eyes met for an instant. Fiery passion filled hers. It took all my will power not to dive into

 her wet snatch and get her off in partial compensation for the world class service she'd just given me.

She showed herself to Chuck, at the edge of the bed, inches in front of him, showing off her bespattered but still beautiful torso. "My little mouth paid the debt for your big mouth. You owe me big time, very big time. And don't forget. I sure won't."

"Take a shower, whore."

"If I'm a whore, then you're a pimp." She scooped a bit of goo from her chest, theatrically licked it off her finger.

I wiped myself on a bedsheet and put my clothes on. If the guy had any sense he'd wash her down lovingly with his own hands, then eat her and fuck her all night. Unfortunately, it didn't appear he had any. He was nursing his anger instead of trying to cure himself of it.

She went to the hall mirror. She did her best to keep a straight face when he was watching, but for me let out a wide grin. She liked herself like that.

From behind her I heard, "Get the fuck out of here, asshole."

It was time to leave. In the short hallway at the door, out of sight of her husband, she gave me a kiss, our first.

"Thanks," I whispered. "You were exquisite. You still are."

"I had fun too."

"Listen," I said, "If he gives you a problem, call me. I'm in 1237." "I think I can handle him."

 Famous last words. I wasn't back in my room ten minutes, had just undressed and put on my robe in preparation for a badly needed shower, when there was a knock on the door. It was her, wiped up a bit, but out in the hall still only dressed in her panties. She pushed the door into me as she slipped in quickly.

"He—" She no longer looked the wild, strong woman with the fiery eyes. She was on the verge of tears.

"He threw you out?"

"He tried to hit me. He ordered me to do him the way I did you. I told him to go fuck himself. I had to run. Do— do you mind? Can I stay here, just for a little while?"

"Of course. It must have been quite an adventure coming up here."

"There was only one man on my floor. I hid by the vending machine. Then I came up here."

"It is late. But you're welcome here anytime."

She hugged me. "I— I guess I was a little mean to him." "He deserved it."

"But you know—" She broke away. She was quite a sight, bare-chested with dried come stains, brown splotches, hair stuck together. "I was enjoying myself."

"I could tell. There's no need to feel guilty."

She smiled. "I haven't let myself go like that since . . . I guess since I got married. Chuck just likes very straight, plain vanilla sex. He doesn't even like blow jobs. It's frustrating."

 "I said he was foolish. You're a magnificent cocksucker."

I think she blushed. It was hard to tell under the mess. "I've never done it like that with a guy before."

"I never had a woman do me like that before." The statement was technically true. Of course I've had innumerable blow jobs; more tit fucks that I can remember, some with edibles as the lubricant; been sucked off a few times with the husband watching; won several blow jobs on bets, all, as far as I can remember, from the blower (I should write down those stories sometime). Never had a gourmet tit blow in front of the husband as the prize for winning a bet, though. That was a first.

"Come on, let's get ourselves cleaned up." I led her into the bathroom and started the shower. She gave a little start when I put my hands to her panties. "Relax," I said. I knelt and gently tugged them off. "You need some TLC, and after what you did for me, I'm in the mood to give you some." The aroma from her panties was pure pheromone; her womanhood, a well-defined mound under a thick dark patch of curls, was pure delight. I wanted to dive in immediately.

I controlled myself. First things first. She was scared, probably cold, no doubt confused. I took off my robe, took her arm, and walked her into the shower. I sprayed her down quickly, then gave her a nice, slow, luxurious shampoo, just to get her into the rhythm. I scrubbed her down, making her pink all over, and carefully cleaned her special crevices. And of course went over and over those legs. I could have washed her legs all night.

After I dried her off I brushed her hair. "I feel like a queen," she said. She took my new erection in her hand and kissed it.

"Later," I told her. I led her to my bed. "Lie on your stomach."