Andrea finished her coffee, stood up from the breakfast table and stretched. Her tight white blouse and grey skirt showed off her elegant figure.
“Right,” she said, glancing at the clock, “I must get to work.” She picked up her car keys from the counter and turned towards the door.
“I need a blow job,” he said.
“Oh. I’m sorry, I can’t. I’d be late for work, I really have to go.” She looked anxiously at the clock again.
“I really need a blow job,” he said, more firmly this time. “Look what you’ve done. That’s your fault, wearing that tight little skirt, you know the effect that has on me. Look.”
Andrea froze in the doorway. She really didn’t want to look. She knew she mustn’t look.
She looked. She gasped. He was fully erect and his shape was clearly outlined through the fabric of his trousers. It thrilled her that she had such a strong effect on him. She felt a tingling between her legs. He was right, it was her fault. Although she had given him two orgasms last night, first with her hand in the early evening, then in bed with her spasming vaginal muscles, she had neglected his needs this morning. Today was Tuesday, and she hadn’t given him a blow job since… it must have been Saturday.
“You can explain to your boss,” he said. “I’m sure she would understand that you had to suck your boyfriend’s cock. I expect she’s been late to work for the same reason.”
Andrea thought that was unlikely, but there wasn’t time to debate the issue. She knelt down on the floor in front of him, moved in between his legs and unzipped him, allowing his cock to spring out. Morning erections were the best, she thought, as she reached out and held it, pulling down his foreskin to reveal his smooth, purple head. He was so hard, and lovely and clean after his morning shower. The dark veins showed up prominently under the bright kitchen light. She leaned forward, until he could feel her breath, still hot from the coffee, on the tip of his cock.
“Is it really the skirt that you like?” she asked, pausing with her mouth an inch away from him.
He knew this game. “No, it’s not the skirt itself. It’s the way it shows off your slim waist, your curving hips and your beautiful thighs,” he replied.
Having got the approval she wanted, she kissed his tip, opened her moist lips and sucked the head in, stroked the sensitive underside with her tongue. Her lips travelled down, squeezing and massaging his shaft. She heard his slow groan of pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. He gripped her silky hair in his fist to guide her movements.
Trying to finish him off as quickly as possible, she reached in with her hand and gently pulled out his balls, cradling them and rolling them in the palm of her hand, as her lips moved lower and the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth. She knew he couldn’t last long with this double stimulation.
He tried to hold it back, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. But it was hopeless, she was just too good at it and knew exactly how to get him off.
As his orgasm approached, he growled out his instructions. “I don’t want you to spit it out or swallow it. Take it all in your mouth and then spread it around so your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your cheeks, your lips and your teeth are all coated with my cum.”
The surge started to build in his balls as she gently squeezed them. He held her head tightly down over him, and she sucked and licked. He roared as the first gushing, spurting contraction shot his sperm into her mouth. Again and again he pulsed into her.
Andrea did as she was told. As each squirt shot into her mouth, she turned her head slightly so that some went into each cheek and some over her tongue. When he stopped flexing, she sucked hard, extracting one last drop. Then she spread it around her mouth with her tongue, feeling its sticky texture everywhere, on her lips and her teeth. She slowly pulled back from him, looking up into his eyes for signs of approval.
“Good girl,” he said calmly. with a contented smile.
She never ceased to be amazed at the change in his demeanour, from a minute before his orgasm to a minute afterwards.
“How does that taste? How does it feel?” he asked.
His semen didn’t have a strong taste, just a salty flavour that spoilt the taste of her coffee. The sticky texture all over her mouth and her teeth wasn’t very pleasant.
But she knew the correct answer to his question. “Delicious!” she declared, “I love your cum and I love being your cum-slut.”
That was true. She did love the feel of him ejaculating into her mouth, her pussy, or between her breasts.
He kissed her gently, briefly tasting himself on her lips. “Open your mouth,” he said, “and breathe out.” As she did so, they could both smell the distinctive aroma of warm sperm.
“Now, I really must clean my teeth and get to work,” she said, getting to her feet and heading towards the bathroom.
“No, you don’t have time for that. You’re late for work already. Go to work as you are. So you can taste me in your mouth all day.”
He put his arm around her slender waist and pulled her to him. His softening cock brushed against the front of her skirt, depositing one last drop of his cum there. She didn’t notice it as she ran to the car and drove off, waving and blowing him a kiss.
