I just came in her mouth, erupting what felt like gallons of hot pungent semen deep into her throat. Dutifully, she removes her hands from where they had been gently squeezing my balls while I came and then clasps them behind her back. Leaning forward, she pushes her head down until my already softening cock is deeply embedded in her throat.
An eternity passes, during which I slowly but surely detumesce, growing gradually flaccid, until my completely limp cock is nestled in her mouth. It's heaven. Warm, relaxing, just enough sensation to be utterly enjoyable but not enough to get that "omg, she keep sucking!" jangly feeling. I ease back in my chair and relax.
Even the best things must end eventually. And so I gently carress her neck and shoulder while nudging her upwards. Careful to prevent any precious liquid escape, she slowly draws her lips upward I fall out of her mouth. There's a tiny glob of cum left in my cock, so I bring it up to her face and use it like lipstick, giving her a wicked little gloss to complement her bluging cheeks.
"How long do I make her hold it this time?" I ask myself. Should I give her her reward quickly, letting her swallow it all in one gulp? Or should I let her savor it for few minutes- or hours?
It's been a while since she's had a really long cum tasting session. We've been super busy working on a friend's campaign to be elected a local alderman, and sex has been something of a catch-as-catch-can proposition. I decide to give her a special treat tonight.
"Let's get dressed," I tell her. "We're going shopping." She shivers in anticipation.
I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. She puts on a sweater dress (no bra- good girl!), bends over, and spreads her ass open wide. I reach into the side table and pull out a jewel plug- her reward for a previous "good deed-" and coat it with lubricant. The slender end of the cone goes in easily, but she winces as the much wider base stretches her unprepared anus. It's in, and all that's left to see is a brilliant azure crystal covering her "little rose."
The mall is packed. It's a Saturday night six weeks before Christmas, and to top it off some sort of local event is going on. She knows what that means to a "going shopping" session- we're gonna be there a while. A LONG while. Rule #1 is that we have to go through every section of every store. Best to get cracking, no pun intended.
We enter our first "anchor" store. It's a Macy's, and there's some kind of sale associated with the event. Pushing our way through crowds, we go from Jewelry to Cosmetics to Petites to Boys & Men to … well, you get the picture. It takes forever. I'm tempted to call it quits, but when I offer she shakes her head "No!" so vigorously I'm worried she'll spray cum-saturated saliva all over the store. All right, babe. Press on. Store after store, section after section, we "go shopping." It's blindingly obvious that she has a mouthful of something. The female clerks who guess what it is give us disapproving/disgusted looks. The male clerks just stare intently trying to figure out if they're guessing correctly. Nobody says anything, but she lives for the moments when they "get it" and know she has a mouthful of my cum. She'll want to spend the rest of the night talking about them, discussing in infinite detail "the moment" that they figured it out.
We're almost to the Lawn & Garden section of Sears, our last stop before we wind our way back through the halls to the exit closest to our car. Her mouth is bulging now due to the added saliva, so we hurry, taking turns pulling each other behind by the hand.
Quickly home, and I make her strip off and kneel before me. Time to grant her wish:
More gentle than a feather, I place the tip of my index finger on her lips. Slowly, agonizingly building up her level of anticipation, I draw my finger down, over her chin, caressing the underside and then past her pale delicate neck, stopping briefly at the little hollow between her collar bones, then down again, past her breasts, base of her sternum, across her waist, and then (this requires me to kneel as well) inserting it deeply into her pussy.
Permission granted by this ritual, she slowly swallows my cum while I finger her to orgasm. The last gulp is accompanied by a glorious shudder and deep spasms as her ecstacy overcomes her. I carry her limp body to the bed and then tuck her in for the night. We'll save the "who figured it out" talk for another time. She's exhausted, triumphant, satiated. It's time for a nap.