Ara didn’t know how long she could last with Mr. Collins’s giant rod hammering inside her mouth. She could deep throat, yes, but could only do so for a few minutes. She was thinking of having him eat her up instead when suddenly, she felt Mr. Collins’s dick grow rigid in her mouth. She looked up and saw Mr. Collins was shaking uncontrollably. He was moaning and giving out soft cries, his hands still wound around Ara’s hair.
“I’m going to explode, damn,” Mr. Collins hissed. He gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his thrusting in and out Ara’s mouth. Ara matched the speed of Mr. Collins’s thrusting by moving her head even faster. This resulted into a frenzied motion from both Ara and Mr. Collins. He grabbed more of her hair and tugged harder. She reached behind him, grabbed his buttocks, and squeezed as much flesh as she can.
Mr. Collins roared. Ara quickly took his cock out of her mouth and positioned it between her breasts instead. She was just in time. A split second after his cock was released from her mouth, it began to release loads of pent-up erotic juices from Mr. Collins’s body. He shuddered and gasped, his eyes shut tight. He ejected more and more liquid from his huge cock, which Ara kept firmly in place between her breasts. Her chest was soaked and dripping with Mr. Collins’s come. She looked up at Mr. Collins. He was still shuddering, and his organ was still spurting his semen.
Finally, Mr. Collins’s shakes receded and came to a stop. He made as if to collapse on the couch, but Ara pulled him into a kneeling position in front of her.
“Clean me up, you bastard,” she ordered. Her hands gripped the sides of his face. “Lick me clean. Do it.” She pulled his head to her chest. A second later, she felt Mr. Collins’s tongue run all over her breasts and chest.
Ara moaned repeatedly. Oh, the sweet pleasure! She had almost forgotten how a man’s tongue felt, how sharp and brazen it was. She arched her back, practically shoving her tits into Mr. Collins’s mouth. He lapped them up hungrily, licking Ara’s skin from his own come, pausing to suck on a nipple here and there.
Ara was almost insane with ecstasy. She grabbed Mr. Collins’s hand and placed it between her legs. He didn’t have to be told. Almost instantly, he slid in three of his squirming fingers inside Ara’s pussy. Ara cried out loud and bucked her hips. He ignored her cries and continued to lick her breasts and plunge his fingers inside her pussy. His fingers were crude, and they dug at her private walls harshly. But Ara didn’t mind. In fact, she spread her legs even wider and raised her hips to meet Mr. Collins’s hungry hands.
“You are so delicious,” Mr. Collins murmured in between licks.
Ara opened her mouth to answer, but a sudden violent shaking took over her body. This is it, she thought, her eyes rolling up. This is it, I’m coming.
And come she did with three of her employer’s fingers still crammed up inside her. Ara screamed, letting her orgasm rip through and wash over her. She came again and again into Mr. Collins’s hand. She felt the walls of her pussy contract as if endlessly. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she collapsed, spent.
Ara collapsed on the floor after her third orgasm. Then Mr. Collins’s hand was in her mouth. He was commanding her to clean his hand using her tongue, to eat her very own come. Ara was exhausted, but she obeyed. She licked and sucked on Mr. Collins’s hand, cleaning it from her own body fluids.
Mr. Collins collapsed beside her, his hand still in Ara’s mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Collins looking at her, a playful smile curving his lips outward. He is so good looking, she thought. Of course she would never tell Lauren that.
Mr. Collins spoke up first. “Come back tomorrow. Sean’s away for three days.”
Ara nodded. She knew what was going to happen on the next two days, and she was fine with it.
“You can bring your girlfriend over, if you want,” Mr. Collins said, toying with one of Ara’s breasts. “We could have some good fun.”
Ara smiled. “Sounds good. I’m sure she’ll like it.”
Shady Mina
Mina Noel paced nervously around her bedroom. In half an hour, she would be in the living room of her new babysitting employer, the Wrights. Mrs. Wright had called a few days ago to tell Mina she had gotten the job. Mina had squealed in delight. The Wrights seemed to be the ideal employers-well, from what she had gathered from their ad, anyway. She was to babysit five-year-old Steven Wright on afternoons from Monday to Friday. The schedule had fit Mina’s to a tee because she didn’t have many late-afternoon classes on weekdays. She was ecstatic because aside from making the most of her time, she was also bringing in extra bucks.