Wedding - Sex Stories

Wedding

... worked them around to her bare butt and pulled her forward on the lounge seat just enough to get her entire cock in my mouth and throat. She was thrusting back and forth enough on the seat that her balls were swinging and banging against my chin and her pelvis was flattening my nose on her lunges. Her pace was getting faster and I could feel her cock pulsing in my mouth. I knew from experience that she would climax any second and, just as that thought crossed my mind, she reached under the table, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and made three deep frantic thrusts with my face held tight against her body. I suddenly felt a jet of warm cum splash down my throat and she pulled back slightly and filled my mouth with the next burst. Then, wrapping her hands in my hair, she pulled my head away from her dick and sprayed the next three gushes of semen all over my face. The first hit me high on my head partly in my hair and some on my forehead, the next landed mostly on my forehead and immediately ran down into my left eye, the third targeted my nose and right cheek. Mistress always came in copious amounts, however, this was more than usual and my face was now drenched in warm milky ejaculate. Chanticleer jerked my head forward and I immediately opened my mouth and engulfed her now diminishing prick. She pumped three more lessening spurts into my waiting orifice and I swallowed them down as if they were nectar. I lovingly held her shrinking cock in my mouth for several ...

... minutes before she pulled one hand away from my head and I received another sharp rap to my skull. It was a rude awakening as I had been floating along in my own sensual sub-space and had momentarily lost all sense of time or place. "Get your sorry ass up here, fuckface!" she ordered and yanked my hair sideways with one hand. I had a hard time maneuvering around so I could crawl back up to my place at the booth. As I tried, I started to grab the edge of the tablecloth so I could wipe some of the cum off my face and heard my Mistress snarl, "Don't you dare wipe off any of your wedding gift." NO, NO, NO, I thought, this is too much...I cannot do this. I've never been so discussed with my lewd conduct. But as these thoughts were going through my mind, I was moving the tablecloth aside, rising from the floor and trying to regain my seat. I scrambled up and sat down again across from my Mistress. I could feel her cream slithering down my face with one gob dangling on my chin for a moment before dripping onto my shirtfront. One eye felt like it was glued shut with her effluence and I was afraid to try and open it. Squinting furtively around the room I could see that several diners had paused in their meals and were looking in our direction... then I heard the sound of soft clapping. I whipped my head around toward the sound flinging semen like slobber from a dog's jowls and saw the well-dressed couple both applauding gently. They rose and walked toward our table, I couldn't imagine ...