Blowjob

Thanks to crazydorian for making my work readable!

"As rough as I want, huh?" Heather parts her lips to reply, but stops and her pupils dilate as you reach out and slip your fingers into her hair. "Is there anything you don't want me to do?"

"Baby, I'm down for anything you want to do," Heather purrs, and then she licks her lips and narrows her eyes hungrily. "If you want, I could take the lead?"

"Open your mouth," you quietly command. You yank on her voluminous hair and drag her closer until your cock is pressed up against her lips.

Heather's eyes narrow happily as she parts her lips, and you immediately push your cock into her mouth. You hiss as you stare at Heather's cheeks hollowing out, and into her unblinking eyes as you **** her head down lower.

"Never thought I'd ever be able to talk to a model," you grunt as Heather starts to bob her head earnestly. A lot of the disbelief has faded by now, and you're leaning forward to grope at her breasts. "Much less have her on her knees blowing me in her home."

"Well, you're welcome whenever you want a piece of her." Your heart jumps once more when Dale's deep voice sounds from the side. "Hand me your phone."

With one hand securely pressuring Heather's head and forcing her to take you deeper down her throat, you distractedly fish in your pocket and extract your phone.

He reaches forward and plucks it from your fingers and fiddles on it as you busy yourself getting into Heather's blowjob. She wasn't kidding; she hardly struggles with the task of swallowing your cock.

"I've got your number, and I've sent it to her." You hear Dale explain as you lean back and start to pant. "You've got both of ours. If you need her, give her a call."

"F-for real?"

"For real, man." Amusement finally filters into Dale's rumbling voice as he points at his wife. You've forgotten to guide Heather, but she's still swallowing your length into her throat like it's her last meal. "I've never seen her more eager about giving head. She wants you to have a good time, and I want you to help yourself to her. She'd be the one offering if she could talk, so you can bet your ass she'll come running if you call her."

As if to add emphasis to her husband's words, Heather starts to bob her head lower and faster. You grit your teeth and growl as you grasp onto her hair tightly, instinctively bucking your hips to meet her face. You then get to your feet, and Heather finally starts to gag as you hold her head at an angle and start to thrust down her gullet.

What started as a blowjob has turned into you one-sidedly seeking your pleasure from Heather. Your nuts repeatedly smack against her chin where drool dribbles from her lips and her eyes are leaking steady tears. Still, her hands gently rest on your thighs and she suckles on your stick every time you pull back.

"You f-fucking whore." You draw a ragged breath and pull her face up and into your crotch while grinding downwards the same time. With your tingling nuts resting on her chin, you shoot the first load of cum down her throat.

You pull back and Heather helps you aim the remaining shots of your seed on her skin, jerking your spasming meat to get a mostly even distribution of thick, white streaks on her face. She breathes deeply and coughs, her face flushed from lack of air.

"That was hot," she croaks, smiling up at you. "And so much, too! You were pretty backed up, huh?"

"Fuck, yeah," you sigh.

Heather smears the seed that dribbles out of your cock on her lips, and then turns around and takes your phone from where it lays next to his muscular thigh.

As you watch, the model turns on the camera and with its help, adjusts her hair and then spread your cum to the spots your shots missed as it is makeup. She then turns her back to you.

"Spread your legs a little."

You obey, widening the distance between your knees to let Heather scoot closer to you. She leans in and grasps your semihard cock in her free hand, and poses with her lips on the tip. A series of clicks can be heard, and you're handed your device back.

"A little motivation, so you'll remember to call me when you need me," you hear her giggle. She licks her lips and starts scooping your cream into her mouth. "Whenever and wherever you need me, okay?"

You nod while staring at your phone's screen. She's attached the photo of her drenched in your cum and kissing your cock to her number and has saved her contact ID as 'Heather <3'.

She says something else, but you miss it in your distracted state.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," you apologise.

"Your name." Heather flashes you her own phone, showing you a blank space over your number where your name should be. "What do I save you as?"