I felt the bed give as he climbed on. Irene was too far gone to notice. It wasn’t until he grasped her hips and she felt his cock against her pussy lips that she reacted. But both hubby and I were too quick for her. I pulled her tight against my breast and cooed reassuringly to her. I stroked her hair. Her husband entered her. From her own exertions she was fully lubricated, so he slid in so very easily. She came off my nipple and gasped. But whatever inhibitions she might still have had no chance against her hormone-soaked brain.
“Let it cum, Love,” I said to her. “Suck on my breast. Feel him inside you. Fell how good it is. How warm and full it is. Let yourself go.”
I guided her mouth back onto my nipple. Her head moved back and forth with her husband’s stroking into her, massaging my breast, which felt really good. After a minute she began to moan and mewl softly, and then with increasing energy. Her right arm reached around my body and held me into her. Her left hand grasped my right breast and squeezed it hard in her passion. I could hear the husband grunting and gasping as he neared his climax. Irene’s whole body was moving, now. Her My nipple was wet with her saliva. She forgot to suck, drooling on my breast, her mouth wide and panting, lost in the sensations coming from her vagina. All three of us were rocking back and forth now, driven by her husband’s forceful thrusts.
Finally, he came, deep in his wife’s welcoming vagina. He moaned and shouted out as he came. For a second Irene seemed stunned, but in seconds the force of his ejaculations inside her, filling her with his hot semen pushed her over the edge. Her head rose up off my breast and she gave one long passionate moan and came, moaning and shuddering. I felt her tears on my breast.
At last, it was over. Her husband withdrew from her, but for minutes she lay on top of me, her head cradled between my breasts. The cool air on my wet breasts felt very good. I stroked her long hair, slowly bringing her down. Her ragged breathing slowed and regularized.
Irene rolled off of me, then, and lay there alongside me, breathing deeply. I opened my own eyes and looked up to see the husband, still kneeling, but still fully erect. He looked at his wife and then at me.
“Irene,” he said, “that was very nice. But now I’d like one more thing. Suck me.”
Irene rolled over enough to look at her husband. She looked confused. “I c-can’t.” she said. “You ask too much, too soon.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” he said. “But I need it. Let me show you.”
With that he worked his way up the bed and grasped my head. His stiff cock jutted up, inches from my face.
“You’ll do,” he grated. “Show her how a professional does it.”
Actually, truth to tell, he had a rather attractive cock, straight, of a goodly length and girth and nicely sculpted. I had to admit I wouldn’t mind handling or sucking it. It looked so ready and still full, I had to stifle an urge to reach out and stroke it. To listen to him groan with ecstasy as I massaged it, and finally spurt his load. Still, this wasn’t part of the deal, at least as I saw it. He had called me a professional, which was nice. But it meant professional standards, as in you abide by the terms of a contract. However, he was paying a hefty fee for my services. And you never want to disappoint a customer. To satisfy my standards, though, I gave him a hard look.
“Oh, Christ,” he said, sounding exasperated. “I’ll make it worth your while. Now open up.”
So, okay, then. I smiled up at him, ran my tongue seductively over my lips and parted them slightly. It was enough. In a second his hard cock was pressing against my lips, insistently spreading them further. I didn’t resist. He was still lubricated from his wife’s secretions, so he slid into me very easily. For a few seconds his engorged cock rested on my tongue, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I could taste his pre-cum mixed with lingering musky notes of Irene’s vagina. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations. I fastened my lips on his hard maleness, just aft of the head and sucked gently. He moaned and began to slide in and out of me. I could feel his cock swell and harden more with each stroke.
That’s when I got a surprise. I felt soft hands tentatively spreading my legs. I relaxed and let it happen, even helping. The next thing I knew, Irene was at my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit, pushing my labia apart with her fingers and probing me with her tongue. My God, it felt good. Between the hard warm cock in my mouth with its promise of hot jets of cum, and the soft warm tongue in my vagina, I was rapidly ascending to heaven. It took all my concentration to keep up my end and not just lie back and let them do all the work. But then, like the man said, I’m a professional. So, I kept sucking in time with the thrusting cock. With one hand I reached up and grabbed the husband’s ass and encouraged him, pulling him deeper into me, while with the other hand I pushed Irene’s head tighter into my nether region. My hips thrust up to meet her face. Oh my God, life was getting better by the minute!
As I’m sure you can imagine, this wasn’t going to last long. I heard Hubby groan. His cock swelled even more. It felt enormous in my mouth. I felt a thrill of anticipation course through me, knowing what was coming in the next few seconds. His strokes into me got faster and faster. Then he grabbed my head with both hands in a vise-like grip and came into me. I don’t know how much he had given his wife earlier, but he sure had a lot left for me. Again and again he came, his hot semen jetting into me, rapidly filling my mouth with its warm salty taste. With my head backed up against the pillows and held rigid by him, I had a hell of a time swallowing fast enough to keep from choking on his voluminous cum. But just then Irene’s newly talented tongue hit my sweet spot and I stopped caring about choking or, for that matter, anything else, while the magic fire raged through me. I knew I was squirting onto Irene’s face, but that was her problem. I was focused on her husband’s cock and its beautiful warm load of sperm. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of it. I hung on and sucked for all I was worth, draining him, while above me he moaned and groaned and threw back his head in ecstasy.
Sadly, all good things must someday end, and this was no exception. Hubby finally ran out of ammo. He bonelessly fell back, his softening cock coming out of my mouth with an audible pop. He barely avoided crushing his wife, who had to quickly pull out from between my legs and brace herself and shrug her uncaring husband off. Me, I just collapsed into the pillows, mindless of the semen coating my lips and chin. All three of us just lay there in a tangle, breathing heavily, with beatific smiles on our faces.
Coming slowly back to the real world, I absently swallowed the last of the sperm in my mouth and looked down between my breasts the length of my torso. I saw Irene smiling sheepishly up at me. Her face glistened with my cum.
“What the hell,” I said, catching my breath, “was that?”
“Did you like it?” she said with a coy smile. “I did. I wanted a little more, and I felt I kind of owed you a favor. I hope you didn’t mind.”
Duh.
“No, Luv, I didn’t mind. You’re sweet to ask. And yeah, I liked it. A lot”
She smiled fetchingly from between my legs. Privately I wondered if Irene hadn’t learned something for her husband’s money that he hadn’t expected.
Do you wonder why I like this job?
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