I’m pretty sure if I were to push on the flesh right where my pubic region is I’d squirt cum out of my pussy for how much my *admirer* had unloaded in my greedy sore now overly sensitive pussy….or at the least more will just leak out.
I laid on the semi warm shower tile as the still hot water landed on me quivering completely exhausted.
My *admirer* just got done *using* my body for his pleasure and left me alone in the shower.
I’m sure his hand prints were firmly imbedded in my shoulders as that was where he used his leverage to force me back on his engorged member as he kept me standing bent over. The only thing keeping me from falling to the ground was my hands against the wall and his hands on my shoulders as my legs were completely useless from the vigorous activity.
I’m just happy none of us slipped on the shower. Nor made me change positions or slipping would have been ensured.
I don’t know how long I was laying there quivering, panting, heart pounding in my ears to where I couldn’t hear anything else.
I’m pretty sure I looked like a hot mess just laying in the shower but I didn’t care.
Eventually I was able to get up on my spaghetti noodle legs and maintain my balance….somewhat. I did have to use the wall to help stabilize myself.
Once I was able to maintain my balance i proceeded to wash my hair…..again.
Then after I got out of the shower I combed my hair…….again. I did curse a lot because once again my hair was riddled with fuck knots. But I was able to get all the knots out of my hair.
After some time I exited the bathroom and walked into the common room to find my *admirer* sitting like he was earlier today but this time he was fully dressed.
Miles noticed that I was finally out of the shower as he turned his head towards me. He smiled his pearly whites at me, “Ah Bella so glad you’re out of the shower.”
I huffed at him, “If you didn’t fuck me stupid I would have been out a long time ago.”
Nice to know my fire was back.
Miles laughed, “Please you were the one begging me to continue filling your pussy with,” he looked up at the ceiling, “what was it that said…..” he snapped his finger’s and looked at me, “that’s right ‘more of my hot load.’”
He smiled at me as I knew I was beat red but I looked at him, “Yeah well I do say some stupid shit when I’m orgasming.”
My *admirer* laughed but spoke, “Well we have somewhere we need to be. Get dressed.”
I looked at him, “And how do you expect me to do that. All I have is what I brought and what **you** made me wear last night. None of which is appropriate in public.”
He smiled at me, “I thought of that.” He pointed to the seat across from him where I sat earlier and ate breakfast.
I followed his trail and saw something hanging across the back of the seat.
The fabric was completely white.
I walked over to the chair and picked up the fabric. I looked at it and instantly realized it was just like my dress that he got me….inappropriate.
I looked at him, “Really???”
He smiled as he simply nodded.
I sighed.
Of course.
Why should I be surprised?
I took the fabric and was about to walk away but my *admirer* spoke, “Just put it on here.”
I looked at him and sighed again.
I lightly grumbled as I put the fabric over my head and pulled it down on my body.
Within seconds I had the tight white fabric over my body.
I would call the fabric a dress but in reality it was more like a tight shirt than anything else.
I looked down and instantly saw my nipples poking out of the fabric.
I blushed as I looked at my *admirer*, “You can see everything can’t you?”
My *admirer* smiled and simply nodded once.
I blushed even harder. Just as I thought this fabric didn’t do shit to hide my body as it was damn near see thru.
I put on my *porn* façade to hide my embarrassment, “Where we going?”
My *admirer* stood up, “Why don’t we find out together,” as he held out his arm.
I looked down at his arm and sighed as I looped my arm in his and he led me out of the room.
My *admirer* escorted me out of the suite, downstairs to the lobby and outside into the waiting limo. We got into the limo and drove off.
My *admirer* didn’t say anything nor did anything beyond sit in his seat and play on his phone. I was semi relieved that he hadn’t grabbed me and started another session of filling me up with both his cock and cum.
And the same time disappointed I wasn’t getting filled up again.
Though at the moment I felt like I had a gallon of cum swishing around my womb.
Yes I know that’s not possible as it impossible to have that much cum inside one’s pussy but that’s how I felt.
Shit I still feel his cum slowly leak out of me.
I may or may not have tested my theory to see if I can *squirt* his cum out of my pussy as I lightly pushed on the flesh above my pussy.
Nope I didn’t *squirt*. But I did lightly moan as I felt a small blob leak out which also made my eyes flutter at the sensation.
After I felt that lovely sensation and decided to not *push* anymore of my *filling* out, I looked at my *admirer*, “So where are we going?”
My *admirer* looked up from his phone and looked at me, “For some supplies.”
Suddenly his phone rang as he sighed as he hit the ‘accept’ icon on his screen, “This is Miles.”
He listened for a minute before he groaned, “Really that far?”
He listened for a minute more before he looked at me, “Hang on a second.”
Miles reached down on himself, unzipped his zipper, reached in and pulled out his sleeping one eyed python. He looked at me, “Time to show me why you got ‘Best Blow Job’ in the business for three years running.”
I looked at him and was almost happy to oblige. Maybe I could turn it into more sex.
I unbuckled myself and adjusted myself as I leaned over to wrap my lips around the sleeping monster I heard my *admirer* speak, “But be quiet and slow.”
Great looks like I know what I’ll have after this car ride….a sore jaw.
What??
I like giving blowjobs fast rough loud and sloppy. It’s how I got my awards damn it.
And this joker wants me to go slow? And quiet?
Fuck!!!
Still he was *paying* me for this.
*Sigh*
I started kissing my *admirer’s* soft flesh. I started at the tip and worked my way down my potential protein meal each kiss waking the leviathan laying in my *boss’s* lap.
I tried to make each kiss sound silent and stopped momentarily to look at my *admirer* who wasn’t paying attention to me only looking out the window as he was on the phone.
The moment my *admirer* looked down at me before he reached over to my raised rear and smacked it eliciting a Yelp from me. He turned his phone so the mic couldn’t pick up what he was about to say as he commanded, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
That was enough to get my lips back down on my tube steak and resume my worship of my pussy’s destroyer.
I faintly heard my *admirer* resume his conversation while I kissed the now hardened flesh as it stood at attention.
Now that my one eyed pirate was awake it was time to start *my* process.
I extended my tongue and started mixing my licking with my kissing trying to coat the standing object in my saliva.
I was slow and meticulous like my *admirer* requested. I tried to be quiet but there’s only so many moans and *slurps* you can muffle before it’s just loud.
Hell even my *admirer* was beginning to groan but I was impressed he was about to keep his groans in his throat and covered it up by quickly speaking so the person on the other end wasn’t the wiser.
Now that my flesh popsicle was slick and standing at attention it was time to *lip massage* it.
I kissed the tip of the monster standing and let my lips slowly open as if my mouth was a condom as my lips gently and slowly covered the tip until the bulbous head was passed and firmly in my mouth.
I sighed and I prepared for what was going to happen next because my lower anatomy felt this giant stretch my insides I just knew this thing was going to bruise the back side of my mouth.
I psyched myself up reminding myself that my *admirer* paid me to be here and paid me well. Because of that he was now my *boss*. And my *boss* had just issued me my *tasking*.
It sounded better in my head than what I was actually doing.
My *admirer* felt my hesitation and helped alleviate my conundrum as he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down.
*Weeeeeee!* I thought in my head as I was *assisted* down the meat stick.
*Grrrhhhhgggggg!* was the only thing I could manage as sure enough my *admirer* encouraged me to take his full length as the tip hit the back of my throat and continued sliding further down hitting my gag reflex and continuing until my lips was kissing the root.
You would think for a girl who owns three blow Job awards that I wouldn’t have a gag reflex but you’d be wrong.
I do have one. And no I can’t indefinitely hold back my gag reflex before I puke. I will puke if this dick keeps tickling my gag reflex.
The only difference between a girl with a gag reflex and a porn star used to having dicks shoved in her mouth with a gag reflex is time.
How much time can I have a dick in mouth before my gag reflex takes me over and I puke?
Well I’d love to go over the math with you but currently I’m trying to keep my body calm now that my air way is currently blocked by a big fucking cock and don’t struggle all while I try to ignore my stupid gag reflex.
The longer my *admirer* holds my head down the more likely my stomach reverses gears and I lose my low calorie breakfast that I’m pretty sure already dissolved and I expended the calories gained by both fucking sessions earlier so it was probably just pure acid now.
Still I tried to remain calm as I felt the leviathan’s heart beat in my fucking throat.
Talk about a weird feeling.
What?
I’ve never held a cock in my mouth this long to feel it’s heart beat ok. Like I said I’ve always done fast rough wet and loud blowjobs.
Or is that my heart beat?
Shit I can’t tell.
After what felt like forever, my *admirer* released my head allowing me to raise my head off the flesh monster until it was dislodged out of my throat clearing my air passage and I could breathe.
Holy shit!!!
That blast of fresh air felt amazing.
I rose my head until my lips approached the tip as I continued breathing in the fresh air enjoying how it tasted in my nostrils….ok my nostrils can’t *taste* the air but you know what I mean.
After I got my air back in me, I lowered myself back down as I tried to use as much of my lips and tongue to massage the phallic object in my mouth.
I eventually found my rhythm as I used my lips to firm around my *admirer’s* dick effectively stroking the skin in a masturbation method and used my tongue to pulse along the shaft.
It wasn’t long after that that I got my first taste of my *admirer’s* precum as it began to leak out and touch my tongue.
The taste exploded in my mouth after having nothing in my stomach since breakfast which had long ago dissolved. The taste though salty tasted amazing.
I renewed my momentum trying to greedily coax more of the clear slick fluid and tried sucking of the tip like his dick was my personal straw and his nuts held the fluid I needed to survive.
Each stroke I got a little bit more of the salty fluid and savored the taste.
Half way into my *demonstration* did my *admirer* finish his phone call but didn’t stop me from slowly massaging his dick with my mouth. The idea of being quiet long forgotten but the whole slow speed still ingrained.
The more I moved my head up and down the more I tasted his salty flavor as his dick was now leaking his precum with each stroke.
I felt the first pulse in my *admirer’s* flesh telling me he was close to blowing his top and would soon be filling my mouth with his protein enriched fluid.
I stopped going slow and started going fast as I knew it wouldn’t be long.
I was right.
Right when I was about to change tactics by adding my hands, which I should have done long ago, did my *admirer* help me *drink* his cum by putting his hands on my head and *helping* me get to his white gooey center by forcing me down yet once again right as he orgasmed.
His dick once again was lodged in my throat as I felt his dick spasm in my throat as I felt his hot goo shoot down my throat and into my stomach by passing my taste buds…..damn it.
I really wanted to taste his cum too.
Shot after shot I felt in my throat as his dick bounced and spasmed in my throat all while my *admirer* groaned at the sensation.
All I could do was relax so my gag reflex didn’t reverse my stomachs contents as his cum was added into my stomach as it greedily absorbed the new meal.
Once my *admirer’s* orgasm subsided he released his hold on my head and I was able to lift my head off his cock.
When I lifted my head a little irritated I didn’t get to taste my *bosses* cum I looked down and noticed a small drop sitting on his tip.
I smiled to myself and licked the white fluid off my *admirer’s* cock and was instantly pissed that he shot his load down my throat as his cum exploded in my mouth full of flavor.
Still I smiled at the small offering.
I brought myself up and smiled at him, “How was my *demonstration*?”
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