Cake Eaters pt 2 [MF, cheating, public, anal, oral]

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Cake eaters pt 1 [MF, cheating, exhibitionist] [50M, 40F] from Erotica

She quickly ducked down under the counter before my regular customer opened the door. Naked, she crouched in front of me. My still hard cock bobbed in her face.

“Hi there,” I greeted my regular, trying to play it cool. Well, as cool as I could with this lovely and lean nude gal looking up at me. She had her hand over her mouth trying to stifle a laugh. She removed it and started to lick her cream off my cock, catlike. I struggled not to give myself away.

“Anything hot come into the shop?” the regular asked.

I looked down into her brown eyes, she was grinning, and wrapped her lips around the purple head of my cock. It took all my control not to moan, or even fill her mouth with my cum. She was enjoying this situation. Fortunately, the back of the counter was raised and enclosed with a swinging half door. Our secret would be safe if I didn’t give it away.

The regular turned his back to me, and I mouthed to her, “Good girl…” I ran my hands though her soft, thick, black hair. She took my cock deep in her mouth and held it there what felt like forever until she came up with a little gasp. A string of saliva stretched from my cock to her lips. Thick precum started a long drip and she caught it in her mouth. Her mouth went back to my cock and her hand fondled my stiffening balls.

My customer continued to browse the store as she sucked my cock, intensely and passionately. I had never had such a fantastic blow job. Her hand crept around and I felt a fingertip penetrating my asshole.

“Fuuuuck,” I hissed. My customer looked up.

“Excuse me?” He asked. I made up some nonsense about a damaged record. Right then the record came to the center groove, I turned around to flip it over, pants down around my ankles. Flipping it over, the music started again, which was good because she slapped my ass hard, right in beat with a kick drum hit.

I turned back and she continued to work my cock with mouth and hands. She never stopped as my regular customer came up to the register with a purchase. As soon as he hit the door, I pulled her up by the wrist and pushed her over the counter. I knelt and licked her pussy from behind and then her asshole as she moaned. Standing up, I lined the fat head of my cock up with the tight asshole my tongue had just slightly loosened.

“Yes, fuck my asssss,” she screamed as first the tip popped in, then the whole shaft. She was so tight I was worried I would cum, but I recovered and began to fuck her ass slowly then quickly. I held one arm behind her back, she fingered her clit with the other. My weight pinned her thighs against the counter, raising a welt there with every thrush. I slapped her ass, a payback for what she had done. Before the handprint raised, she came, and the contractions of her ass around my cock pushed me over the edge. I filled her ass with my load.

We collapsed behind the counter, sweaty, panting and laughing. We both looked like we went through a battle. Cum dripped from her ass onto my store floor. I sheepishly handed her her ruined dress. She tossed it aside, and defiantly strutted across the shop to my t-shirt rack. She picked an oversized one, Miles Davis playing trumpet and out it on. It barely covered her ass and pussy. Her amazing legs completely exposed, she blew me a kiss and walked out, right as another customer came in, his head swiveling to check out her bare cheeks under the shirt. As she left, she pulled it up, giving us both one last show of my handprint on her ass, as clear as her tattoos.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10i7u5j/cake_eaters_pt_2_mf_cheating_public_anal_oral