Amelia convinces Samuel to get a blowjob -Blink

Amelia stood on Samuel’s front porch, the warm glass pan of peach cobbler pressed carefully against her stomach. She reached out and knocked softly on the blue door.

A moment later, the door swung open. Samuel stood in the entryway, wearing his usual trousers and a simple plaid shirt. He looked down at the cobbler, then up at her flushed, eager face, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

"Good afternoon, Amelia," he greeted smoothly.

"Good afternoon, Samuel!" Amelia chirped, her sweet voice brimming with relief. "I brought you-"

"Afternoon, Mr. Eldorado! Mrs. Valente!"

A loud, panting voice suddenly interrupted her from the sidewalk. Amelia gasped, spinning around. It was Mr. Henderson, the highly social young bachelor from down the street who had introduced himself when they first moved in.

He was jogging at the edge of Samuel's driveway. He waved politely at Samuel, but then, his greedy eyes immediately locked onto Amelia, tracing the deep, braless swell of her cleavage straining against the fabric of her blouse.

Amelia’s face burned a brilliant red, as she offered a polite smile. She instinctively squeezed her bare thighs tightly together under her skirt, absolutely terrified that a sudden gust of wind might expose the fact that she was completely naked underneath.

Samuel offered a casual, neighborly wave. "Keep up the good work, Henderson!"

With a final, lingering look at Amelia's heavy breasts, the younger man nodded and jogged away down the suburban street.

"He certainly enjoyed the view," Samuel chuckled, stepping back to open the door wider.

"Oh, stop it," Amelia giggled sweetly, stepping forward to enter the cool, air-conditioned hallway. "I brought you some-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Samuel tutted softly, raising an eyebrow. "Where do you think you're going?"

Amelia blinked, looking up at him in pure confusion. "Inside to take my clothes off?"

Samuel tutted as if teaching a child. "Did you forget how we do things, Amelia? No clothes cross my threshold. Take them off outside."

"Oh, geez," Amelia pouted sweetly, her blue eyes looking up at him with a playful glint. "You and your strict rules. Fine! I'll be right around."

Amelia turned and scurried down the driveway. She unlatched the heavy wooden gate, slipping into the overgrown privacy of the backyard.

She set the warm glass pan down on the table. Without a single ounce of hesitation, she unbuttoned her floral blouse and let it drop to the chair. She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles, and stepped out of it.

Her heavy, pale breasts bounced freely, her rosy nipples puckering in the fresh air. Yesterday, stripping outside had been a terrifying ordeal. Today, it felt incredibly liberating and natural

She folded the garments neatly, leaving them over the patio chair. Completely naked, her skin prickling with goosebumps and her golden pubes exposed to the open air, she picked the cobbler back up.

She confidently walked up to the back door, letting herself into Samuel's kitchen.

"Much better," Samuel praised from the dining table as she walked in, "and thanks for the dessert Amelia, I was starving. You really know how to keep a man happy."

Amelia beamed, her heart swelling with pride. She served him a large portion, taking a smaller one for herself, and sat down directly across from him.

Samuel took a bite, letting out an exaggerated groan of pleasure. "Sweet Jesus, Amelia. This is incredible."

"I'm so glad you like it!" she giggled, taking a delicate bite of her own. "So, tell me... what kind of business were you handling last night? You completely ignored me."

Samuel swallowed, his expression suddenly shifting to that of a heavy sadness.

"It's... it's sales contracts, mostly," Samuel murmured, staring down at his food as if he had lost his appetite. "To be completely honest with you, Amelia... my finances aren't doing so well since Martha passed.

Amelia’s smile instantly vanished. "Oh no. What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't think I can afford the property taxes on this place much longer with just my savings. If I can't find a buyer for these old automotive parts soon..." He looked up, his eyes perfectly capturing the look of a defeated, broken man "I might have to sell this house by the end of the month and move out of state."

"Move away?!" Amelia gasped, her sweet voice cracking.

The words hit her like a physical blow. She had just found an escape from her stifling, isolated life. She had just found a 'real' friend who actually liked her company. The thought of losing him and going back to an empty house was unbearable.

Tears immediately welled up in her wide blue eyes. "But... but Samuel, you can't leave! You just got here! Who will I talk to? Who will I... who will I spend my afternoons with?"

"I'm sorry, angel," Samuel whispered, reaching across the table to gently cup her flushed, tear-streaked cheek. "I don't want to leave my sweet slut behind. But there are some things in life you just can't control."

"There has to be something we can do!" Amelia whimpered, a stray tear tracking down her face.

"Hey, shh, don't cry. Aren't you my brave slut?" Samuel soothed, his thumb wiping the tear away. "Don't ruin this beautiful face with tears. Here, open your mouth."

Amelia blinked, her lips parting instinctively in her emotional state.

Samuel took a large bite of the cobbler. He chewed it slowly, mashing the sweet fruit and pastry together. Then, he leaned forward, cupped the back of her head, and pressed his mouth directly against hers.

Amelia’s eyes widened as his tongue parted her lips. With a deliberate push, Samuel **** the warm, chewed mash of food and saliva directly from his mouth into hers.

It was an incredibly degrading scene for anyone else. But Amelia was so **** to comfort him and keep him close, that her mind didn't even register the disgust. She swallowed the sweet, mashed slurry, gulping it down easily, as she melted into the bizarre intimacy.

"There," Samuel whispered, licking his lips. "Taste it and forget the sadness. We still have a month, don't we?"

"Mmhmm," Amelia nodded, completely dazed. "It's really good."

Samuel sat back in his chair, staring at her naked, heavy breasts resting against the edge of the table. He decided it was time to spring the final trap.

"And, it's not completely confirmed yet," Samuel reassured her, patting her bare thigh. "I might still figure things out. But tasting this... it really brought back memories. Martha used to bake a peach cobbler just like this."

"She did?" Amelia asked softly.

"Yes," Samuel nodded, with a hidden, lustful gaze. "And she used to get down on her knees and suck my cock... exactly like I licked and sucked your pussy yesterday. It drained all the stress right out of my body."

Amelia’s breath hitched. A pulse of hot wetness throbbed directly between her bare thighs.

"She... she did that?" Amelia whispered, her cheeks burning a brilliant red.

"Mmhmm, especially when I was eating something sweet," Samuel stated casually, taking another bite of the cobbler.

He looked so sad, so burdened by his imaginary financial troubles. Amelia wanted to comfort him by any means necessary.

"I can do that!" Amelia blurted out, her heavy breasts bouncing as she sat up straight. "I can comfort you, Samuel! I'll be your Martha today!"

Samuel stopped chewing. He looked at her for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"No, Amelia," Samuel said, his voice dripping with faux nobility. "I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. You are a married woman."

Amelia pouted, completely confused by his sudden rejection. "But... I'm your slut! You said so!"

"You are my honest bitch, my honest slut," Samuel corrected gently. "But showing you my cock? Letting you put it in your mouth? Amelia, that's crossing a line. I'm terrified it will turn my sweet, honest friend into a dirty cheater. I won't let you break your vows for me."

Amelia stared at him for a split second, and then, a bright, foolishly confident smile spread across her face. She was completely thrilled to finally be the one explaining the rules.

"Oh, Samuel, you're being so silly!" Amelia giggled, shaking her head. "Don't you remember what you taught me yesterday? It's not cheating!"

"What do you mean?" he asked, playing perfectly dumb.

"Cheating is when a man puts his thing inside my pussy, remember?" Amelia beamed, thoroughly proud of her airtight logic. "Using my mouth isn't sex! It's just returning the favor. You gave me a massage yesterday to help me relax. Now, it's my duty to give you a massage to help you relax!"

She leaned forward, her bare chest pressing against the table, naive certainty.

"It's just a mouth massage, Samuel. I'm still a loyal wife to Marcus. I promise!"

Samuel stared at her innocent, confident face. He had to bite his tongue to physically stop himself from laughing out loud. He had done it. The cop's loyal wife was now actively begging to suck his dick, using the exact, absurd logic he had spoon-fed her the day before.

Internally, Samuel smirked. The trap had snapped shut flawlessly.

"Well," Samuel sighed slowly, feigning **** defeat. "When you explain it like that... I suppose it makes perfect sense."