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Thinking about what you suspect the children have been up to, and seeing John's obvious reaction is surprisingly stimulating. When he asks you if you fancy an early night, you think about all the times he goes to prostitutes leaving you alone with a vibrator. You look at the tent in his trousers and you are overcome with a sudden urge. | Thinking about what you suspect the children have been up to, and seeing John's obvious reaction is surprisingly stimulating. When he asks you if you fancy an early night, you think about all the times he goes to prostitutes leaving you alone with a vibrator. You look at the tent in his trousers and you are overcome with a sudden urge. | ||
Instead of | Instead of obediently following him up the stairs for a routine fuck, you go across, get down on your knees in front of him and pull his cock out. The sheer size and girth of it still impresses you (''and slightly scares you'') even after all these years but you want to be spontaneous so you know what you've got to do. | ||
You pull the loose skin down to make the domed head pop out. It smells musky, you don't care as you open your mouth and suck it right in, using your tongue on the underneath and pushing it into the slot at the top. You're still holding the shaft and you start sliding the skin up and down, even though you don't want him to cum yet. | You pull the loose skin down to make the domed head pop out. It smells musky, you don't care as you open your mouth and suck it right in, using your tongue on the underneath and pushing it into the slot at the top. You're still holding the shaft and you start sliding the skin up and down, even though you don't want him to cum yet. | ||
Revision as of 16:58, 6 July 2020
Thinking about what you suspect the children have been up to, and seeing John's obvious reaction is surprisingly stimulating. When he asks you if you fancy an early night, you think about all the times he goes to prostitutes leaving you alone with a vibrator. You look at the tent in his trousers and you are overcome with a sudden urge.
Instead of obediently following him up the stairs for a routine fuck, you go across, get down on your knees in front of him and pull his cock out. The sheer size and girth of it still impresses you (and slightly scares you) even after all these years but you want to be spontaneous so you know what you've got to do.
You pull the loose skin down to make the domed head pop out. It smells musky, you don't care as you open your mouth and suck it right in, using your tongue on the underneath and pushing it into the slot at the top. You're still holding the shaft and you start sliding the skin up and down, even though you don't want him to cum yet.
"It's now or never," you think and you press right down until the head of his cock makes you gag. You know you can do it, you've done it a couple of times before, and your biggest fear is that he'll take control and push your head down. You ease back and take a deep breath through your nose. He says something, but you're not listening as you try to relax and open your throat to swallow the whole of his cock. You can't breathe, so you just hold it there and then you feel him pumping spunk directly into your stomach.
As soon as his cock begins to shrink you lift your head off and take a big gasping breath before coughing up a mixture of spunk and spit all over his cock and balls and his trousers. I suppose I'll have to wash them, can't really send them to the laundry like that, is your irrational thought.
You know that you must look a mess, with spunk and dribble coming out of your nose and mouth, but he surprises you by bending over and giving you a big sloppy kiss.