Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... she smirked, incredulously. "Gerald, honey, he wants you to stop sucking his cock."

Gerald didn't even pause in his effort to vacuum the white hot boiling load of semen out of his big fat cum-filled cock. "Gerald. Stop "

Gerald stopped. Ian's desperate prick bobbed up and down, free of Gerald's oral milking machine for the first time in what now seemed like a lifetime.

Mrs Benedict grabbed a collar around Gerald's neck and held his mouth just out of reach of the poor boy's now painful hard-on. "Is that really better? You seemed like you were really enjoying my Gerald's mouth. And I know he was enjoying it. You really want to just go home like this?" She put a finger to his throbbing cock head and pushed it down to watch it spring back up.

"Tell you what, sweetie. I'll let you go, but I'm not paying you shit. You passed out in my yard. Just another college boy becoming an alcoholic. No harm no foul. Or.." She held up a few crisp hundred dollar bills. "You get paid. And HE gets paid, if you know what I mean." Her laugh was musical and almost hypnotic.

"If you don't want to get paid for getting the best orgasm of you life, you can walk away right now. Otherwise, you stay and enjoy yourself. We all do." That little giggle from her bewitching smile again.

She squeezed his unsustainably hard cock again. "Whats it going to be, honey?

He couldn't deny that an insane part of him just wanted to be drained by this man/slave/machine, whatever he was. He has already ...

... come this far (he heard the pun in his own head) He weighed his options. Getting abused by an older couple for nothing (and God only knew if they would even let him leave) or just CUM and get paid. He desperately needed the money, he told himself, but the need to cum was ringing in his 19 year old ears, and there was nothing louder at such an age.

He lowered his gaze to her perfectly pedicured feet. "Ok."

"'Ok' what? You want to leave?"

"No, I want to stay, ma'am."

"And?"

"I want to cum, ma'am" his cheeks flushed. He'd never actually said this out loud to anyone before.

"Hmm, how's that gonna happen, huh? Are you saying you want my husband to suck your cock? Is that what you're really trying to say?"

It didn't take as much effort as he thought it would. The memory of Gerald's mouth and tongue was still fresh. "Yes ma'am"

She laughed that exquisite sensual laugh. "We'll work on the dirty talk later, cutie. Enjoy!" She snapped her fingers and released her grip on Gerald's collar, and the renewed oral assault on his cock was even better than before, like Gerald had been practicing mentally for just this moment.

There is no feeling like wanton lips sliding up and down the length of ones penis. Gliding over the head repeatedly, the tongue touching the soft underside of an otherwise rock hard shaft. In seconds, Ian was back to thinking about baseball, if only to prolong this extreme life changing pleasure.

Her hot breath in his ear whispering that it ...