A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

... clean up after. Or to suck a cock for me. Or eat a pussy for me. Or to suck up a cream pie for me."

She began to jerk Terrance off fervently using the cum and saliva for lubrication. She turned to Terrance.

"Cum on my face, Terrance. Show my husband what a big load looks like."

I whimpered.

Terrance was on edge already with my wife's dirty talk and the way she was stroking him. She pressed the tip of his cock against her lower lip and flicked her tongue as she stroked the base of his cock. He grunted and yelled as he began to pump stream after stream up her face. She move the cock all around her cheeks and her mouth, being careful of her eyes, which never left mine.

It was an impressive load. She held her mouth open and kept squeezing more from his cock onto her tongue.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I said.

She sucked Terrance's cock one last time and then began sliding her fingers along her chin and cheeks, pushing all the cum into her mouth. She took her time. She knew her master was waiting to give her her reward. With all the cum in her mouth she swirled it around and swallowed.

"Fuck," Terrance said.

Nola said, "Amen." And everyone laughed. Finally, they clapped. Kelly smiled with pride as she looked over at John and Lena.

I saw some of Terrance's previous load dripping down my wife's inner thighs. Lena must have seen it too. She said to me, "Be a gentleman and clean up your wife's pussy for your master."

Kelly looked slightly ...

... disappointed as she looked longingly at John's cock. But she turned to me. Something in my expression softened hers. She gave me that look of teasing pity. She ran one hand up her inner thigh all the way to her pussy. She scraped the cum into a pool in her palm. She held it out to me.

"His first load was so much more than what you saw on my face," she said.

I crawled over to her and looked her in her eye as I dropped my mouth into her palm.

Marisol said, "She has him literally eating of her hand."

I stretched out my tongue to make a show of cleaning up. When it was clean, my wife ran her other hand up the other thigh and we repeated the ritual. Finally, she back away to let me come further onto the bed. She indicated that I should roll over on my back.

I found myself staring up at her messy pussy. She slowly brought herself down onto her thighs -- thank God for yoga, I thought -- and slowly sank her pussy over my mouth. Just as my outstretched tongue was about to make contact, she pulled up.

"Don't make me come," she said, "I'm not going to miss a chance to come on our Master's cock."

I shook my head in desperation. She sank down and smothered me. I felt the wetness slide over my face. It was clear and runny now having thinned inside her, mixing with her own flood. I could practically drink her as I let my tongue form a funnel for their juices. It tasted impossibly sweet. She smelled of spice. I actually found myself lightheaded before I realized I'd forgotten to ...