Mrs. Jones was an expert at sucking dick and this became apparent the second she stopped looking at me and focussed on my cock instead. She moved her right hand to my shaft and pulling back my foreskin exposing my now red head glistening with pre-cum. I could see her looking intently at my exposed head and penis, turning her head from side to side as she observed every vein and curve. Eventually after a few minutes of this inspection, she brought the head close to her nose and taking a deep breath smelt my penis odour, “Your cock smells delicious” she purred before sticking her tongue out and slowly tasting my pre-cum. As her tongue touched my head I felt my loins lurch as a small dribble of pre-cum came out onto her lips, she quickly licked it up and letting out a loud moan she opened up her mouth and slid her red lips over my head and shaft. I could feel my dick sliding in and my balls hitting her lower lip just as the tip touched the back of her throat. She displayed no sign of choking as she sucked hard, her hands motioned my hips to thrust harder and only then did I realise that she wanted me to face fuck her. Remembering what she said about touching her, I tried my best to thrust hard into her throat all the while stopping my hands from grabbing her hair and ramming her face into my cock. She gurgled with each thrust but kept her composure, every now and then she would pull my cock out and spit whatever dribble from her face onto my cock before ramming in back into her throat. With each thrust, her entire body shook and her ass cheeks rippled and clapped together. From my vantage point, I could see her black puckered asshole which seemed to tighten and release with each movement, this only drove me closer and closer to cumming and I had to intentionally stop looking at her body such that I could last a bit longer. After about 15 minutes of face-fucking, I felt my resistance to cumming begin to wear thin. I moaned now with each thrust and Mrs. Jones knowing I was close pulled my cock out and began stroking the shaft violently while flicking her tongue over the tip in a co-ordinated manner. I knew I couldn’t last more than a few seconds and when I felt the pleasure increase to the point of no return i shouted “Honey, I am going to cum”. As the first squirt hit her tongue, she pursed her lips around my head and started sucking hard and noisily, I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as she sucked out my cum and swallowed in noisy gulps. Only when I was completely spent did she release her grip. I closed my eyes and leaned forward feeling slightly light headed after the pleasure started to subside. Once again just like before I felt a stinging sensation across my face which jolted me back into reality. Mrs. Jones was now kneeling directly in front of me her mouth glistening slightly with a mixture of cum and spit, her hair and makeup still looking perfect. She looked at me with such hate and anger that I became a bit afraid albeit with an insane desire to get her pregnant. “I am not your Honey, you loser cunt !”, she shouted “And the next time you give me that pathetic volume of tasteless, watery, cum, I will kick you so hard with my heels that you won’t get an erection for the next three months”.” Now put that loser dick of yours back into your pants and get the hell out, and don’t forget that you and your wife are mine now and every drop of you and your wife’s cum belongs to me.”
I immediately started tucking my limp penis into my pants still somewhat in a daze while Mrs. Jones slid over to the phone located on the table. “Jessica, get the fuck in here and bring your strap on, I need you to clean up my pussy” she screamed. As I grabbed my phone and briefcase, I was almost knocked over by Jessica, who had already stripped off her dress and bra and was rushing into the office to service Mrs. Jones, her breasts bouncing with each step. As I left and was closing the door behind me, I heard my name “Mr. Roberts, please come back in a second”, I opened the door wondering what now and was greeted by Jessica’s head buried within the spread eagled legs of Mrs. Jones on the table, her hand was pressing Jessica’s head into her crotch while Jessica’s fingers were roughly massaging her breasts. “You and your wife are invited to my house this Friday for dinner, make sure you are prepared to do better then.”
With that I left, and closed the office doors behind me, effectively blocking out the loud moaning which now filled the office. As I walked to my car, I noticed the time was 8pm, I would be late for dinner now, and judging from the conversation between Samantha and Mrs. Jones impersonating me, I was expecting to be home and fuck my wife brains out. How the hell was I going to pull that off given that i no longer owned my own cum !
…… continued in Chapter 2..
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