Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 7 By Melissa Huntington
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I sat at my desk at Walters Travel, typing. It was 11:30 in the morning and I wanted to compose and send my memo to the sales staff before it would be time to deliver the morning shift spiff.
Attention Sales Staff: Failure to shower before coming to work will henceforth be a firing offense.
Spiff winners should enter the Closer's Lounge and wait for their bonus.
All vending machines will be stocked with pineapple juice only. Salesmen are encouraged to drink at least 12 oz daily. Your wives, girlfriends, significant others, and your sales manager will thank you!
I clicked on "send" and glanced up from the monitor. The red light above my door was now blinking. The morning's top salesman was waiting for his spiff. I checked my makeup then slipped out of the navy business suit I was wearing and slipped a robe over my shoulders.
Out in the hallway, a red light blinked over the door to the former conference room. The sign now said "Closer's Lounge – Melissa Huntington, Manager". The light system was Mike's idea, a way to alert me to when a bonus was due to be delivered, and a way to insure privacy for me and my top salesman.
I stepped through the door to the lounge. As I had suggested, Mike had removed the conference table and chairs and in their place were several large sectional couches and overstuffed chairs. One large throw pillow lay in the middle of the floor. The fluorescent lights had been replaced with track lighting, and several bulbs illuminated each couch and chair as well as the throw pillow.
Directly opposite each piece of furniture there was a full length mirror, with one angled back at each corner. I loved catching sight of my new body and hungry mouth pleasuring a beautiful cock, and I really couldn't wait for the next blowbang, when from each couch and chair I knew I'd always have sight of every hard cock that was waiting for me. And in the mirrors, five cocks became many more. I'd have to talk to Mike about some sort of group bonus. Someday I hoped to see nothing but cocks waiting for my hungry mouth but today I had only one bonus to give out, and when I saw who was waiting, I smiled.
"You again? What is that, five this week?"
I spoke to Bigger, who since the blowbang had been introduced to me as Christian. He smiled sheepishly. Even though my memo had just been sent out, he was still dressed. I slipped off my robe, revealing my lacy blue bra, black garter and white hose. I stepped toward the pillow and Christian crossed the floor toward me. It was time to unwrap my present.
Christian was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and I tugged at the waistband to lift the shirt off. My red fingernails danced over his broad chest and then down his wide back muscles back to his waist, where I tugged at his button fly until I could tug his jeans down his muscular thighs. He slipped his feet out of the legs and now stood before me in his boxer briefs. Starting again at his chest muscles, I kissed and nibbled my way down until I kneeled on the throw pillow, his cock just inches away from my mouth. I slipped my fingers into the band and tugged his boxers over his ass and released them. He stepped out of them, and I smiled up at him.
He was flaccid, and I was thrilled. Some women liked to get a cock hard before they suck it, but I loved to slip a soft yummy cock into my hungry mouth, to inhale its full length and firmly slide my lips along its length, feeling it stir, pressing hard on the spongy texture, feeling it flatten slightly, squeezing it until it is too hard to squeeze. God, I loved it so, and I hoped Christian wouldn't get too hard too soon.
My hands at my side, I hoovered his cock into my mouth. Christian made me work to get him hard, and I loved every minute it took until my mouth was filled and my saliva coated his length. I pulled his firm ass toward me and he started to slowly fuck my mouth, gradually increasing his tempo as I moaned my pleasure.
I slipped him out of my mouth and began to stroke him, my left hand cupping his balls. I lifted the head upward and slipped my mouth down onto his nuts, slipping one and then another into my mouth, all the while stroking his shaft. I tongue-bathed each testicle, then I slipped the shaft back into my mouth, this time resting both hands on his hips as I controlled the depth and tempo as I fellated him.
Finally I slipped him out of my mouth again, and grasped his wrists so I could stand up. I took a step forward, which he didn't expect and forced him to back up until he fell into one of the sectionals. He stared up at me as my finger nail traced a line from his temple down to his dimples and his jaw line, then I slipped my hands behind me and unclasped my bra.
I straddled him then, his cock rising above my landing strip, his shaft just brushing against my labia. He wasted no time in slipping my breast into his mouth, taking as much as he could before concentrating his firm tongue on my sensitive nipples. I slipped both arms around Christian's neck and pressed my boobs into his face as I turned my head to see our reflection in one of the mirrors.
Yes, this one could definitely give Mike a run for his money, I thought.
Finally I rose off of him and turned so that I was sideways to his torso, then I stretched out until my hip touched the couch, and my left arm was around his left thigh. His strong hands once again moved along my neck until my hair was out of the way, and I began to curl my tongue around the shaft and move up and down its length. Our eyes met in the mirror's reflection as I took in the view of his cock, my tongue curled around the shaft, his hand resting on my hip as his other one pulled my hair back.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Mike was standing in the opening.
"I'm really sorry to interrupt but Christian – did you talk to your wife about drinks tonight?"
"Um, yeah, my wife doesn't drink but we should be there about 8 PM."
"Great. And Melissa, you're free tonight too, right?"
"Sure!"
"All right, so we'll see you and your wife about 8 PM. Again I'm sorry to interrupt but I have meetings most of the rest of the day. Carry on – and good job, Christian."
I gave Mike a quizzical look and he winked at me before closing the door. I slipped Christian back into my mouth and enthusiastically brought him back to his full hard length. I massaged his balls as I gradually worked my way all the way down his shaft until my nose tickled the skin of his hairless crotch. Now I worked swiftly back up the shaft until I released him with a loud pop.
I stimulated the broad head now before running my tongue along the shaft and lifting his balls so I could lick them some more. Christian was squirming now and moaning loudly, and I shifted off of the couch so I could kneel in front of him. I started to suck him in earnest, leaning in as he thrust upward, pulling up as his hips sank back into the couch. We were in perfect sync and tempo and I sighed in contentment.
Then I pulled off of him and shifted enough so that Christian could stand again. I stared at him as I slipped him into my mouth, until I could only see his abdominal six-pack. He thrust a couple of times, then he slipped out of my mouth, the first cum rope hitting my cheeks, then he shifted his cock so that each blast hit my tongue.
He was breathing heavily and staring down at me as I slipped my tongue up through the load in my mouth, twirled my tongue left and right, then swallowed his load. My finger moved the remainder of his orgasm toward my lips, and he used his thumb to guide the last bits toward my mouth. I sucked on his long thumb gently then slipped his cock back into my mouth trying to find more of his nectar. Finally I slipped him out of my mouth and he helped me stand up.
"I don't have to tell you to drink your pineapple juice! Your wife must be grateful - your cum is so sweet."
Christian half-smiled but didn't say anything. I slipped my robe back on and shoved my bra into the pocket. I slipped out the door as he was tucking his cock back into his jeans.
"See you tonight, I guess."
I smiled back at him but said nothing. Once I had fixed my makeup and put my business clothes back on, I went to Mike's office.
"What was that all about?"
"Don't you think you should meet the wife of the man you're going to fuck in their marital bed?"
"Christian? What, he's been getting so many blowjobs this week, now he wants to sample all of me?"
"Actually, we were talking and he confided in me that he's having problems in his marriage, his wife is a little uptight about sex, and when I said that you were looking to fuck a married man in his own bed, he said `Hell yeah!'"
"What a shame such a big gorgeous cock is going to waste."
"Say was that a new outfit you had on?"
"Yes, I had to do some shopping. I went to the bra shop and discovered that I am now a full D-cup. You'll have to forgive me but I let Christian sample them first."
"As long as I get my turn."
I kissed him on the cheek, smiled and turned to leave.
II
When we entered the bar, Mike spotted Christian immediately. He and his wife were already seated at a table, and Mike and Christian made the introductions. Faith was from the south, average height and very slender, but with the kind of stunning girl-next-door beauty that gives the southern United States one of its well-deserved reputations. She had just turned 22 (her husband was 25) and even though her dress revealed almost no skin at all, it was impossible to hide her curvaceous figure. She was the kind of hottie I used to lust after before I met Susan. Now I just admired her simple makeup and modest jewelry. Christian was a lucky man, but I wondered why there would be such trouble in paradise that he would be willing to fuck me in the bed he shared with his wife.
"So where are you from, Faith?"
"Oh, just a little tiny bible-belt town you've never heard of."
Her soft southern accent made me suspect what her answer would be, but I had to ask anyway.
"And you two have been married how long?"
"Eleven months."
"So you're still practically newlyweds."
Mike spoke.
"You know, I've never been married but I have to share something that someone once told me. The guy who told me this is married, and we were sending off another friend into marital bliss. So this guy says, each time you make love in your first year of marriage, put a penny in a jar. OK? Then, after the first year of marriage, each time you make love, take a penny out of the jar. And he said, no matter how long you're married, you'll never run out of pennies. So I hope you two are stocking up on the pennies. There isn't much time left!"
Faith blushed a deep red, and Christian put his hand over hers, patting it.
"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you. I didn't mean it. You know, Melissa is Mike's new supervisor. She handles sales training and incentives."
Faith looked at me before speaking.
"Oh, so you're the one in charge of handing out those cash bonuses to the salesmen?"
"Something like that."
"Well Christian hasn't brought any home since you started. I'm not complaining though since he's making more in commissions. I guess you're pretty good at what you do, if Christian is making more commissions but not bringing home any spiffs."
"Melissa has really inspired the salesmen, I can tell you that."
I squeezed Mike's hand as the table fell silent.
"You know, Melissa went to Florida State, and I hear you two met there, right? Christian said you met at Campus Crusade for Christ?"
We began a spirited discussion of our alma mater, and I had to be careful since the alumni office still sent solicitations for alumni donations to Mel Huntington. I only slipped up once, when Faith said that she thought the dorm I lived in was a Men's dorm. I assured her that when I went to school, it was co-ed.
Melissa excused herself to use the restroom, and I went with her. Mike had already told me his plans for my encounter with Christian, but he needed a moment to explain it to him. When we returned to the table, Christian was nodding at Mike.
"You boys making plans and schemes without us?"
Mike responded.
"Well, I did ask Christian if you two had seen the new Drew Barrymore flick. Melissa and I are going to see it tomorrow night and I was wondering if you'd like to join us?"
Normally I'd rather stab my own eyes out than watch another Drew Barrymore Rom-Com, but knowing that no movie would be viewed made it easier for me to express enthusiasm at another couples date night. Faith quickly agreed and Mike suggested meeting at their apartment and taking one car to the theater. We walked Faith and Christian to their car and said our goodbyes.
"What a shame."
"What?"
I spoke in the same soft southern accent as Faith.
"You can't figure it out? That poor deprived girl would rather hump her bible than hump her man!"
"Are you ready to show her how it's done?"
"I can't wait!"
III
I sat in my car across the street from Christian and Faith's apartment. Light streamed through the door, illuminating the silhouettes of Mike, Christian and Faith. When he turned, I could see Christian was in a robe. I knew exactly how the conversation was going.
Oh, you're sick? So is Melissa. Well we shouldn't let that ruin our evening. Why don't we go see the movie together? Yeah, honey, you go with Mike, I'll be fine. If the movie is good, we can go see it another time.
I could see Faith's resistance wane, and soon Christian was waving goodbye from the entryway. I waited a couple of minutes longer, then got out of the car, cinched my raincoat tight, crossed the street and rang the doorbell.
Christian smiled when he opened the door, but I could tell he was nervous and fidgety. I told him we had plenty of time, and to fix us a drink and sit on the couch with me. He offered to take my coat but I told him he could in a minute, and to make my drink a Screwdriver.
He came back with the drinks and we sat on the couch. Suddenly Christian started speaking and he didn't stop until he had unburdened himself.
"I don't know about this, Melissa. I really do love my wife and don't want to lose her. I knew she was a virgin when I met her, and I was cool with that. She was a really good kisser, so I figured that once we were married I'd be the happiest guy in the world. But I didn't realize how much her parents and her church had messed with her head. On our wedding night, she wanted every light out. We got into some heavy petting, but she wouldn't let me go down on her. She thinks it's dirty. She blew me, but real brief and mostly she used her hand to make me hard. She wanted missionary only, and I don't know, maybe my size scared her, but she wanted me to finish fast.
I thought things would change but everything I tried only made it worse. I brought in a couples porn tape and that got me a month on the couch, and then two weeks more of her wearing asbestos-grade pajamas. So then I tried to buy her some lingerie. She said it made her feel slutty. Well I'm trying to bring out her inner slut, you know? At least I was smart enough not to tell her that.
Now, when she wants me to finish up, I just picture you in my mind and I go off right quick. But I feel so guilty afterwards. I love my wife, Melissa, but I want her to enjoy sex, too. I don't think she's ever climaxed in her entire life, and she doesn't want me to help her. I just can't go on like this."
I put my hand on Christian's arm and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes stayed focused on the hands in his lap as I spoke.
"It's alright, baby. I want to help you. I'll be your wife tonight, and I'll do all those nasty things you wish she would do, right there in the bed you share. But I want you to call me Faith, and I'm going to put a blindfold on you so you can pretend that the lights are all out, and its really Faith you are making love to. Allright?"
Christian looked up at me and smiled.
"OK."
"OK."
I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and stepped toward the center of the room. Christian rose and stepped toward me. I unclenched my raincoat and slipped it off my shoulders. I was naked but for my garter and hose, and another new push-up bra. I loved that my girls now filled out D-cups, and I couldn't wait to feel Christian's hot breath on them.
"Does your wife wear outfits like this to bed? She does now."
Christian stepped toward me and gripped my ass in his hands, pulling my crotch against his terrycloth robe. His hands kneading my ass, my hands worked at his robe, pulling at the collar even as he pressed me tighter against him. Finally he released me and I pulled his robe open and off of his shoulders in one motion. He was nude, and my hand reached for him as our bodies pressed together again. His hands reached around my back and unhooked my bra, spilling the girls into his powerful chest. I ran my hands through his hair as he bent down and explored their soft expanse with his lips and tongue.
We kissed then, our tongues dueling, gently at first then with greater abandon. His hands held me against him as my hands went around his neck and into his hair. I broke off the kiss so I could kiss and lick my way down, from his neck to his chest and nipples, and down further until I was face-to-head with his cock. I licked my lips and then looked up at him.
"You're wife will only suck your cock for a few minutes? I'll suck your cock for hours!"
I inhaled him then, savoring each delicious inch as it entered my mouth, moaning and sliding my lips further and further down his long shaft.
"Does your wife let you fuck her face? She does now."
And Christian put his strong hands on the back of my head, not even bothering with my hair, and started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. My fingers found my gash and started to strum my clit as my other hand cupped and squeezed my tits. Finally I shifted away from his thrusting cock and looked deeply into Christian's eyes.
"Does your wife deep-throat you? She does now."
I turned away from Christian and arched my back so that my mouth and throat were aligned. My hands reached behind me for his hips as I pulled him all the way inside, until my nose was buried in his nut sack, my chin against his shaved groin. He bent over then and squeezed my tits, then swiped his finger across my slit.
Then Christian surprised me by reaching around the small of my back and showing just how strong he was. In one smooth motion, he lifted me up until my knees were over his shoulders and my arms were around his waist. We were in a standing 69 and I thrilled to the sensation of his tongue against my clit, and while one hand held the middle of my back, the other moved my head down on his cock as I inhaled him again.
Oh yeah, I thought, this one can give Mike a run for his money. His tongue felt divine but fortunately he wasn't so strong that he could hold me in that position indefinitely. I wanted to cum in the warm safety of a bed, not worry about whether he would drop me if I came too hard, so I was glad when he carefully flipped me back over and onto my feet.
I ran my hands through my hair, pulling it away from my face as I caught my breath.
"Remember Christian, tonight I'm your wife. I want you to call me Faith, and tell me what you want me to do. Bring out my inner slut."
I reached for my raincoat and quickly found the blindfold in one pocket. I slipped behind Christian and put it on him then I led him into the bedroom by gently pulling his cock.
I closed the door behind us then led Christian to the bed. With the back of my legs at the foot of the bed, we fell backwards into place, with Christian shifting on his side so I could move up the bed until my head reached the pillow. Christian was lost in his fantasy.
"I want to eat your pussy, Faith."
"Yeah, baby, oh god your tongue is so good, please eat my pussy."
Christian was too excited now and barely paused at my tits before burying his face between my legs. My fingers played with his hair as he traced his tongue along the outside of my lips. A soft moan escaped my throat as my eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall. The timing was nearly perfect, and so I started to moan louder. My hands held my tits and I started to grind my slit into his talented tongue as it danced from my opening to my clit. I bucked my hips against him and he took the bait perfectly. His hands slipped under my ass and raised my sex toward him, my thighs wrapped around his head.
Just then two silhouettes appeared by the door. One was tall and one arm was wrapped around the smaller person's waist, his other under her shoulder, his hand clenched around her mouth. She struggled, but Faith was no match for Mike. I could see he was whispering to her, and I ground my pussy into Christian's face, my legs wrapped tightly around his ears.
I could guess what he was saying. This is for your own good. Do you want to save your marriage? Watch and learn.
He began to fuck me with his tongue then, and when his tongue vibrated against my clit, I started to feel my orgasm begin to build inside me, a cresting wave growing higher and higher until I was bucking violently against him and screaming my pleasure.
As my orgasm subsided, I could see that Faith was no longer struggling with Mike. His hands were still around her waist but it was clear our plan had worked perfectly. She was watching her husband fuck another woman in their bed, and Christian was lost in the fantasy that his wife was the slut of his dreams, ready to do anything he asked.
Christian gently laid my ass down on the bed then and lay down beside me. I stroked my hands against his chest.
"Oh baby your tongue is so good inside me. I just love how you eat my pussy. I want to make you happy now."
"Please go down on me, Faith. I want to feel your beautiful warm lips around my cock."
I looked at Faith as Christian spoke and saw her mouth fall open. Did she understand what was going on now? She wasn't struggling and she hadn't spoken a word, so I assumed she did. It was time to show her what a good wife does for her husband.
I once again started at the broad expanse of Christian's chest, kissing and licking, tweaking and nibbling his nipples, enjoying every inch of this remarkable man's body, until finally I was face to face with his enormous cock. I was facing Mike and Faith when I slowly and clearly mouthed the words Faith needed to learn. Worship the cock.
I started at the root, licking every inch of his shaft, until I reached the head, where I swirled and vibrated my tongue. All the while, I kept my eyes locked on Faith's.
"Oh yeah baby, I love the way your tongue feels against my cock. Suck my cock now, Faith. Please suck it as far as you can."
I did as I was told, my fingers sliding along the wetness in my crotch, stimulating myself as I slipped inch after inch down my throat, luxuriating in the feeling. I slipped him out of my mouth and when I looked back over at Faith, I had to smile.
Her lips were parted and she was breathing slowly. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and moved alongside her upper lip. She was transfixed.
That's good, I thought. Your inner slut is starting to come out.
"Come on baby, I want you to fuck my mouth."
I positioned my mouth just over Christian's cock, and as he thrust upward, I slid down a few inches. I eagerly met each thrust as our moans rose together. I released him and spoke.
"Please fuck me baby. Your hot horny wife needs her husband's hard cock. But please be gentle. You're so big please fuck me slow and easy."
I lay down beside Christian and he positioned himself between my legs. I stared at Faith as he pressed himself against my opening. "That's it baby, slow and easy. God you're so big I could cum on your cock right now. That's it, yeah, baby ... oh ... Yeah you fill me up so good."
Christian slowly entered me, tenderly and lovingly. He reached for my mouth and kissed me before speaking.
"Oh god Faith you feel so good wrapped around my cock so tight."
"That's it, a little faster now, oooh baby you feel so good inside me. This is the only cock I want."
Christian started thrusting slowly, slower than he had to since I was used to Mike's cock, but I concentrated on the sensation and loved how he felt, moving so slowly in and out of me, filling me completely. Finally I began to rock my hips against him, and he took his cue to start fucking me harder and harder. Soon my groans turned into incoherent grunts and shouts as he brought me to another orgasm. Words no longer formed in my mouth as I lost myself in another rolling wave of pleasure as I spasmed underneath him.
My vision cleared again and he was still inside me. For someone who wasn't getting much at home, Christian had great stamina. I pushed his waist with my hands and gasped as he slipped out of me.
"I want to be on top, baby. I want to grind my pussy down that glorious prick of yours."
Christian stretched out next to me, and I swiftly took him into my mouth again before I mouthed the words again to Faith. Worship the cock.
With my ass facing Christian, I ground against him for a moment.
"Slide your cock into me, baby. Let me ride your cock."
I raised my butt and he positioned himself so I sunk all the way down his shaft. My breath caught in my throat before I started to bounce my ass up and down his length, gripping his legs while he moaned underneath me. I leaned back then and brought my feet underneath me, shifting until my back lay against his chest, his hands caressing my tits. When I leaned back and lifted my bodyweight off of him, he started thrusting up into me as I closed my eyes again.
When I opened them, I saw that Faith had shifted toward Mike's side, and his arm rested across the top of her chest, as one of her hands clung to his forearm. She was still under his control, but she wasn't going anywhere. In fact, her other tiny hand rested against the tent that had formed in Mike's trousers.
That's it, I thought. You're going to be a fine slut someday.
"I want to fuck you doggie style, Faith. I want you on your knees with that beautiful ass pressed against my cock."
I slipped off Christian then and got on my hands and knees, my feet against his legs so he could tell how I was aligned on the bed. He shifted over until he was behind me, his cock moving against my slit. I was staring right at Faith as her husband entered me.
"Oh yeah baby give that big cock to your hot wife. I love your cock so much."
He began thrusting into me then, our groans growing louder then Christian reached down and gripped both of my elbows, holding me upright as he rammed his cock home.
"That's it baby, hold me in place. Fuck me baby, fuck me!"
My head sunk down into the bed then and Christian shifted forward until his weight pressed me down. I was flat against the bed, my ass offered to Christian. Mike and Faith had a perfect view as his cock moved in and out of me, deeper and deeper.
"Oh baby you feel so good so deep inside me, that's it, fuck me all the way down to my soul!"
Christian was pounding me harder and harder, and I felt another wave begin to crest and course through me. When I looked up again, I saw that Mike's hands were now inside the top of Faith's dress, holding her tits, and her hand was now moving along the length of Mike's cock. His hand held her mouth again, but it was to keep her panting quiet.
"I want you to cum now, Christian. I want you to fuck your hungry wife's mouth until you feed me all that yummy cum."
I leaned against the headboard and helped Christian move into position. My hands rested on his thighs as he entered my mouth and started thrusting. With his hands against the headboard, the bed started bouncing against the wall as I submitted to his cock like a good wife should.
"Oh baby you mouth feels so good. I love you so much."
I moaned louder around his hardness, then reached below his legs to pull his ass further into my mouth.
"That's it baby, yeah, I'm going to cum ..."
His cum stroke made his first blast hit the back of my throat, but as he pulled out, his second coated my forehead and cheeks, and his third blast hit the few areas that weren't cum-coated. I slipped him back into my mouth to get the remaining blasts, and Christian's release was so strong, he still filled my mouth as completely as he had coated my face.
I swallowed and then gently held his softening cock in my mouth, before we both sank down into the bed. His head fell into my shoulder as he spoke.
"Oh god Melissa that was incredible. I wish my wife would do the things you do."
I pulled at the blindfold as I spoke.
"Why don't you ask her?"
Christian jerked away from me then, shocked to see his wife, standing alongside Mike, with her dress bunched up in front where Mike's hand had been.
"What the fuck?"
"Its allright Christian, it's OK. Just tell her what you want her to do."
With Mike's help, Faith lifted her dress over her head. Her bra had slipped out of position from Mike's hand, and she unclasped it and slipped it off her shoulders. Her body was even sexier than I had imagined it, despite the grandma panties she wore. She walked toward the bed slowly, as I shifted away from Christian. They stared at each other.
"Will you make me cum like she did?"
"Will you release your inner slut?"
I ceded the marital bed to its rightful occupant and crossed the room toward Mike.
"You know what it took for me to release my inner slut? I had to become a woman!"
I smiled as Christian and Faith's mouths hung open then slipped my arm around Mike's waist.
"Remember, Faith. Worship the cock ... and the cock will worship you."
Mike spoke.
"She knows of what she speaks."
Christian's hand was cupped around his wife's head then as her hand moved toward his cock. She took a deep breath then brought her face down toward it. She took most of him into her mouth then, and soon she was moaning around his hardness.
"We should leave these two lovebirds alone. They've got a lot of catching up to do."
Faith continued sucking her husband's cock, her eyes closed. Christian gave thumbs up, then wrapped his hands around his wife's head, pulling her hair out of her way. We left the bedroom door open as we stepped out.
"Your cock feels so good in my mouth."
When we got to the living room, Mike pulled me close and kissed me hard.
"You were incredible in there. When I get you back to my place, I am going to fuck the living hell out of you."
I smiled at him as I scooped up my raincoat and slipped it around me. As we closed the door, we heard what was sure to be the first of many cries from Faith.
"I'm gonna cum on your cock ... oh my God ..."