Cuckold Valentine - Sex Stories

Cuckold Valentine

... beside her in her hotel uniform, but eagerly waiting for the cumshot.

"Ready for your close-up, princess?" Greg's voice was a cocky purr, his eyes on Alicia, who licked her lips with anticipatory hunger.

"Make it memorable," Alicia quipped back, her tone playful yet edged with a dominance that sent shivers down Brian's spine. She swallowed the dick again, bobbing on it violently now, slurping and drooling on it like a bitch in heat.

Erica’s hands, steady and deliberate, worked Greg like a maestro conducting an orchestra, each stroke a calculated movement towards a crescendo. The air thrummed with tension, Brian's breath hitched with every bob of Alicia's head, inching closer to the eruption.

"Almost there," Erica announced, a smirk painting her lips as she glanced briefly at Brian, “you will see a real load now, cucky!”

"Fuck..." Greg grunted, the word hanging in the air like a signal flare. She pushed the used condom off himself, throwing it to the rug, and he still felt his member throbbing hard at the sight of wild debauchery in front of him. Greg pushed some more, entering Alicia’s throat again and again, then pulled out, keeping his member in place, letting Erica do the job.

“Shit...” he sighed and a burst of white hot cum splattered across Alicia's face. The fresh spray covered her nose, her cheeks, and her lips in waves. She closed her eyes, a serene smile dancing across her cum-streaked cheeks, the picture of perverse bliss. The woman enjoyed the ...

... smell of the fresh load on her skin taking a deep breath, to embrace the ancient aroma of manliness deep inside.

"Your turn, honey," Alicia cooed then, and Brian's heart stuttered at the sight of Erica leaning to her and scooping the viscous evidence with a practiced tongue.

“That’s right, lick up all,” Greg moaned in a deep, satisfied voice. “Take my present!”

Erica looked up at him and went on collecting all of his fresh load between her thin lips. She licked Alicia’s face all over, gathering every drop. Then, looking at Brian, she rose, carrying the pearl strings over to a half-full glass of bourbon resting on the dark wood table. She leaned above the glass, and opened her mouth ajar, dribbling the cocktail of fluids into the amber liquid. She swirled the glass for a moment, letting the white drops swim around in a lazy rhythm.

“Open up," Erica's voice laced toward Brian with poison honey, and handed the glass over to the man. He looked down at the mixing of brown and white fluids worriedly.

"Swallow your pride, and everything else," Alicia teased, her voice dripping with derision, yet somewhere in the depths of her eyes, a flicker of affection seemed to play peekaboo.

Brian's hand trembled as he brought the glass to his lips, the aroma pungent and oddly sweet. The first sip was a shock to the system, a mix of bitterness, salt, and alcohol burning a trail down his throat. He swallowed again, this time slower, the flavors melding, becoming something almost ...