Sure, you may have thought you knew what was going to happen the moment I took Brittney by the hand and began dragging her to my office, but trust me, if you came in at this exact moment somehow, you would be fucking shocked as soon as you saw us.
Once the shock passed, you would probably start getting fucking hot.
And before you knew it, your panties would be fucking soaked, dripping with desire.
I mean, I’m about to cum and just what we’re doing is getting me there halfway. God help the hapless window washer who all of a sudden decides to clean my windows. Poor fucker would probably fall off his platform once he saw what we’re up to.
Brittney’s on the ground on her knees. She didn’t waste any time as soon as we got into my office.
She pushed me against the door as I closed it and sunk down to her knees.
With expert fingers, she unbuckled and unzipped my trousers, letting them fall. She yanked down my boxer briefs and took my already semi-hard cock in one hand, bringing her tongue out of her mouth as she licked the underside of my shaft.
Pleasure went through me like a tingling current, and before I knew it, both her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock as her mouth created a suction.
I mean that was good, but holy shit, with her free hand she just unclasped her bra and threw it across the room.
Fuck, her stroking my cock is so fucking good. Just thinking about this whole experience and telling you about it while she does her thing is too much.
I can’t hold it in any more. I’m going to fucking cum…NOW.
That’s when my world almost blacks out as Brittney begins the process of milking my cock.
I spurt.
Let me just tell you that me saying I spurt is a fucking understatement.
I erupt gets close to what's happening. I shoot may even be more appropriate. But still, it pales in comparison to the semen that arcs out of my tip, shooting out toward her.
And as if absolutely ready, Brittney moves her head in such a way and sticks out her tongue that my cum hits her tongue and splatters.
A lot of it lands in her mouth, but enough of it drips down.
I’m still shooting cum out here. There’s a stream that hits her on her forehead. Another that gets her on the cheek.
Thick. White. Milky. Creamy. Hot. Gooey. Sticky.
Five. On her neck.
Six. On her tit. She arches her back backwards and holds out her left tit. As if I have the mental fortitude to fucking aim. I’m basically twitching here as my foot-long cock shoots another volley of cum. But it manages to land on her nipple and she begins cooing in delight at the sight as she takes her hand and smears it around her areola.
Fuck, the whole thing is so fucking dirty. But it's so fucking hot at the same time.
My last few shots go out. One lands on the top of her head. Another sails into her mouth, which she lets drip out in tiny droplets. And the final one lands on her cheek.
Brittney wastes no time as cum starts dribbling out of my cock, bringing her lips back onto the head and sucking out whatever wasn’t shot out.
Fuck, let me just tell you, after an explosive fucking orgasm like that, feeling her lips on my sensitive tip, feeling her tongue on my slit, oh my fucking God.
This woman is a fucking goddess.
I shiver uncontrollably as she gives one final goodbye suck, and then takes her mouth off. But she doesn’t stop there.
With all the meticulousness of a cat cleaning herself, she begins to scoop up my cum off of her body.
First her tits. What she doesn’t smear on her chest, neck or tits, she scoops up with one finger. And brings to her mouth.
Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she slowly brings her fingers toward her opening mouth.
I watch, transfixed as her tongue darts out and licks her finger clean.
She closes her mouth and swallows.
I swear to fucking God I’ve never been this fucking turned on by the moments after sex before.
This is fucking unreal. Like I can feel my cock start to twitch again.
Which Brittney sees.
She gives me a lascivious smile.
“You’re already for Round Two?” she asks me. “That was pretty fast.”
“I could fuck you all night, babe,” I tell her, sneering down with undisguised lust at her. But there’s something more. Something in her eyes. Something inside of her. She’s not telling me everything.
I mean, I’ve fucked chicks in porn before; whoever thinks I’m playing the chaste CEO of a pornography company is seriously fucking delusional, but this girl is something else.
A blowjob is just a blowjob, but she’s made it something that I can’t really forget. I don’t actually know how Brittney made it about more than sex.
But whatever she’s doing, whether it's the slow and languid way she’s got her hand wrapped around my cock again, gently massaging me back to life, or the way she’s looking up at me with those wide, large doe-like eyes in a totally submissive look.