Cum Dumpster is a term of endearment

It was a holiday weekend, for which I had traveled home. I work out of town and only come home every other week or so to visit my S/O who lives in my house and looks after things. Much of the weekend had been spent with family and friends but now it was finally just the two of us. Unfortunately it was nearly time for me to head back to the airport.

Due to a myriad of reasons including medication, mental health, current living situation and some unresolved issues affecting the overall climate of the relationship our sex life had suffered dramatically. We have been together for a while and have always had excellent sexual chemistry. She knows what I like and I know just how to push her buttons. We have no limits that I can think of; nothing that we won't do to/for/with each other.

So it is just before I have to leave for the airport and we are lamenting the fact that we didn't find time to be intimate that weekend. When I get a call from someone requesting my immediate help with a computer emergency. So I open my already packed bag and quickly set up two laptops side by side on the dining room table. My girlfriend walks away as I begin working feverishly.

I am standing, hunched over the two machines when she reenters the room. She had snuck away to change her outfit and was now standing in front of me wearing only pink and white polka dot panties that she knew would drive me wild, a pair of black stilettos, and a white leather vest–unbuttoned, revealing her breasts underneath as it swayed. I looked up, speechless, at the work of art walking towards me seductively.

I wrap my arms around her as our lips meet. Aggressive and passionately, my hands move over her body as I continue to explore her mouth. Still standing between the two laptops, I release her and she joins me, taking a seat in front of one of the machines.

"What time do we need to leave for the airport?" She asks, caressing my leg. Running her hands up my thigh, over my hip, across my back, hugging me around the waist.

"About 10 minutes ago." I reply, turning from one machine to the other. "Just need to finish this."

She lets out a small, pouty whimper at the thought as she starts rubbing my crotch. Her hand smoothing the denim neatly over my shaft. Using her other hand, she begins fiddling with my belt buckle. I continue working on the computers.

After a moment, she has defeated the belt, the button on my jeans and is nearly finished with the zipper. My pants splayed open, exposing my colorful briefs–the only thing now separating her from my rock hard cock. She loops her fingers in the waistband, but before removing them, she presses her face into me, inhales deeply, then moans quietly, kissing my shaft through the fabric. Immediately following, she yanks down my underwear with a desperate enthusiasm, my erection springing free.

Wrapping her lips around me, she slides up and down, expertly working me over. It's really starting to get difficult for me to concentrate on my work. Somewhere beyond my view, her tongue is performing an intricate dance routine. Her head bobbing back and forth as I continue to type and click.

Engulfing me completely, she effortlessly slides my cock down her throat. I can stand it no longer. I wrap her hair around my hand, holding her head, guiding her rhythm.

She can tell I'm loving this, her excitement extends to her performance. I am in heaven. My hand still locked in her hair, I steady her, holding her head in place. I start to thrust, gentle at first, and she leans in eager for more. I thrust deep into her mouth, her throat accepting all its given. Her eyes light up and she lets out a muffled moan through her full mouth. I can tell she is loving this as much as I am. But of course I already know this–she is my everything, I know what she likes.

I am thrusting faster now, one hand on the top of her head, hunching over her, rolling my hips into her as I reach with my one free hand to the laptops awaiting my next instruction. My breathing quickens and I set my pace. My girlfriend notices my breathing, and starts to squirm with anticipation; thinking she knows what's about to happen. She wants nothing more than to feel me cum against the back of her throat and is eager to help accomplish this. She begins leaning into my thrusts and trying to increase the tempo. I hold her more firmly, keeping her still. I love her attentiveness and it will not go unrewarded, but in due time. I keep a steady rhythm for a few moments longer. What she doesn't know is that I am watching the status bar on the laptop inch along. The final transfer, then my work is complete. 98%….99%….100%

Finally the transfer window disappears. I grab one of the notebooks and throw it on top of the other. Both still open, I push them to the side, clearing space on the table.

Now turning my attention back to the beautiful woman in front of me. Picking her up, I lay her on her back on the freshly cleared table. Without wasting any hesitation, I grab at the cotton polka dotted panties, sliding them off as fast as I can. Even in the split second before tearing them off, seeing them on her makes my dick throb with excitement. She really does know how to get me worked up. I pull them over her heals, finally freeing me to spread those legs.

I drag my head along her slit, parting her lips, she is so wet I am able to slip fully inside with a single stroke. She is out of her mind with excitement and desire. She was inches away from climax, so ready to taste my load. She was not expecting this and she cannot control herself anymore. Wrapping her legs tightly around me, holding me inside her so I can't thrust at all. That will have to change.

Under her breath she is repeatedly muttering "please, please, please, please, please". I give her a gentle smack on the cheek, instructing her to release me. She does. I peel her legs from around me, placing one flat on the table and holding the other. Taking her thigh in one hand, I wrap the other around her neck, holding her still as I thrust into her. She is still muttering. "Please, please, I need it inside me, please, please, please, give me your cum." How can I resist that. I keep my pace. Pounding into her, teasing her. She doesn't want to be fucked, she wants to be filled. I can't stand it anymore, I start increasing the tempo. Faster and faster until I find the perfect rhythm. It doesn't take long. Looking down at her, my breathing spikes, my heart soars, I tighten my grip on her. She is looking back at me anxiously awaiting my hot load. Each thrust getting more deliberate. Slamming into her, feeling deeper each time. I take a sharp inhale, my vision goes white as I take a final stroke, pressing into her, as deep as I can, holding there, as my cock pulses, shooting deep inside her. She's screaming, I notice that now, I can feel her muscles spasm around me as she finds her release. I take another small stroke, slamming deep as another uncontrollable pulse shoots more hot cum inside her. I put my hand over her mouth and I collapse onto her as her scream turns to a satisfied moan.

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