I remember the day well.
Angela was shocked to the core when I turned up at her apartment and knocked on the door. Her face was a picture when she opened it. She was lost for words, didn’t know what to say, because it was so late in the day.
“Come on, I need a quickie,” I said. I slipped past her, and she followed me into the lounge.
I made a beeline for the sofa, pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped my trousers and pants onto the floor before sitting down. I motioned her over with a flick of my head.
“Come, suck on this,” I said, holding my tit and stiff nipple in my hand.
The door must have shut on its own, because she sat down by my side and started licking and then sucking on my nipple.
“Suck it hard,” I said. She even reached for the other one and started to pull on it.
Her free hand searched out my hardened cock, and I gasped when she touched it.
“That’s it, toss it off for me. Make me cum,” it came out as a desperate whisper, but as soon as her hand was on my cock she started to stroke it, tossing me off. Not once did she take her mouth from my nipple, and I started gasping at the way she strangled my other nipple between thumb and forefinger. It was such a turn on to have her please me like this.
It didn’t take her long to be as desperate as I was, and her fist tightened around my throbbing cock in a provoked act of gratification.
“Yes, go for it,” I said. I didn’t realise we didn’t have much time, but she did. She knew what time it was, and although I didn’t know it, she was scared. I couldn’t have applauded her attitude more, and when she started nibbling at my nipple, I knew she had me. This wouldn’t take long after all.
I wasn’t going to leave her with a mess. No, that would have been the wrong thing to do. She knew where her efforts were going to end up.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll let you know when you can suck it.”
I know those words had a profound effect on her. They made her toss my cock faster. I could feel her needy mind working towards her own endgame. Those words had her feeling desperate to slip her mouth off my nipple and onto my bulbous head. To take all that cream down into her mouth and swallow it. But she knew she couldn’t do that, not without me telling her to.
I knew how needy she was because I felt her hand tighten around my cock, and I felt her suck harder and pinch harder.
I desperately wanted to get her big tits out so that I could feel them and pinch her nipples, but to be honest, by the time I even thought of doing that, I was desperately fighting back my imminent release.
My fingers interleaved into her hair and crawled up the strands until I was grasping her head tightly. She must have known I was close because she sped up, bit my nipple and squeezed the other one. She seemed desperate for me to pull her head away because she knew if I did that, she’d get what she really wanted. A mouthful.
“You’ve got me, Angela, any minute now, girl.”
I let her stroke and wank my cock until the very last second. Pushing my buttocks up from the sofa in a double attempt to squirt it all over her.
I pulled her head off my nipple, and she gasped out loud. I pushed her head down towards my cock, and she strained to keep it upright. I aimed her mouth towards my slit, and I could feel the spunk shooting through my stiff cock. Her mouth opened, and her lips circled my knob just in time for the first jet to explode into her mouth.
She grunted with relief. Jet after jet shot into her sucking mouth, and I felt her swallow twice before she started to descend on my dick. Her hand was still tossing me off and hitting her chin on the upstroke.
I pushed firmly with my hand to hold her head still while I gently fucked her face. It felt so nice squeezing every last drop out.
“Good girl,” I said, as I felt my balls drain into her mouth.
I could tell it made her day. I could feel her smiling, safe in the knowledge that she had blown me to perfection, because only perfection gets that response from me.
I looked at the clock on the wall. This was going to be tight. I let her suckle for a few seconds, then I stood up, pulled my pants and trousers up and put my T-shirt back on. I made a move towards the door, picking up the Amazon parcel off the table as I did so. I opened the door to find her following me.
I looked to my right, then turned to face her, holding out the parcel.
It was timed to perfection. The lift door opened, and out walked a man. He headed towards us, “Is that delivery for me?” he shouted.
“No,” Angela replied, “this delivery is definitely for me.”
I handed her the parcel, took a picture and headed past her husband towards the lift.
I nodded, then smiled, and then I bit my lip at the thought of emptying the contents of my balls down his submissive wife’s throat.
When I turned around, I saw that she had disappeared inside, presumably to the bathroom to clean her teeth and wash away the taste of cum in her mouth and on her lips. She should have kissed him first.
Next time, and there will be a next time, I’ll instruct her to do just that.
