Delicious -Blink

Amelia’s eyes lit up with pure, foolish joy. She slid off her wooden chair, her massive tits swaying heavily. Her bare knees hit the cool kitchen tiles as she positioned herself directly between Samuel's parted legs, looking up at him with eager anticipation. She wanted to start on his penis before he changed his mind.

Samuel unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, casually pulling out his thick, semi-erect cock.

Amelia had a little experience with this; Marcus occasionally demanded this exact favor when he returned home stressed from a long shift. She leaned forward, wrapping her soft, pink lips around the head, taking him in with a practiced, gentle rhythm.

Samuel leaned back in his chair, picking up his spoon and taking another bite of the peach cobbler. "Ah... yeah, right there," he praised casually, chewing his dessert while she serviced him. "Hahaha, that tickled. You're doing good, slut."

Amelia paused, popping her lips off his shaft to look up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Like Martha?" she asked softly, wiping a string of saliva from her chin.

Samuel swallowed his food, looking down at her with a condescending smirk. "Well... Martha was a bit too intense. I always came in a minute with her. I constantly had to tell her to calm down, haha. But don't let it get to you, bitch. You're doing just fine. A nice, slow pace."

Amelia's competitive vanity flared instantly. Just fine? She didn't want to be just fine.

She leaned back in, opening her mouth wider and sucking with a sudden, fervent desperation. She bobbed her head faster, swirling her tongue aggressively around his thick flesh.

Samuel chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the immediate behavioral shift. He slipped his foot out of the home slippers, raising his leg between her thighs towards the swollen folds of her exposed pussy. He casually nudged her sensitive clit with his toe, rubbing it in a slow circle.

"Mphmmm..." Amelia let out a muffled moan around his shaft. The sudden jolt of pleasure sent a rush of blood straight to her core. Completely consumed by her task and the rising heat, her own hand drifted down to her groin. Unknowingly, her fingers joined his toes, vigorously rubbing her own slick flesh as she continued to suck him.

"That's it, massage it good, you're the best slut a man could ask for," Samuel grunted, setting his spoon down. His hips snapped forward. "Ah, fuck... Amelia... pull off. I'm going to-"

Amelia didn't pull off fast enough. Samuel gripped her golden hair, yanked his hips back, and shot a thick, hot load of semen directly across her face drenching her eyelashes, cheeks, nose, lips and chin, feeling an intense wave of satisfaction. It had been more than a month since he had gotten a blowjob, and that too by such a high class slut.

Amelia blinked, her eyelashes heavy with his sticky fluid. She panted, looking up at him expecting praise for her intense effort.

Samuel grabbed a napkin, casually wiping his own mouth after finishing his cobbler, and looked down at her. "How did it taste?" he asked softly, wiping the cum from her face with the same napkin.

"It's... it's very warm, Samuel," Amelia whispered, her blue eyes blinking. "I didn't actually-"

"Oh, I'm such a forgetful old man, it was just a **** of habit..." he sighed, looking down at her pretty face. "Martha used to always eagerly swallow. We actually used to have fights about it. I wanted her to stop, to stay clean, but she never did. She was always drinking my cum... God, I miss her."

Amelia’s heart sank. She looked at the sorrowful face of Samuel. The correct way to relieve his stress was to replace Martha completely.

"Alright, hop up." Samuel zipped his pants halfway. "You've done enough. You should come up here, and eat your food."

"No!" Amelia protested, her heavy breasts bouncing as she stubbornly stayed on her knees. She grabbed his softening penis, as if it was her only lifeline. "I'm not done yet. I have to calm you down fully, Samuel! I promised!"

"Amelia, you're tired-"

"I insist!" she whined sweetly, "Don't you have faith in your own slut? Please, just relax and let me do my job. Also if you're hungry, you can eat my portion as well, I'll eat something else." She smiled mischievously, taking his soft shaft back into her mouth, determined to prove herself.

Samuel hid a wicked grin. "I have got a very stubborn whore.."

He leaned forward, taking her phone resting on the table. "Hey, while you're down there keeping busy... what's the passcode to your phone?"

Amelia pulled off with a wet pop. "One-four-zero-two, it was the date of our wedding anniversary" she panted, immediately plunging her mouth back down.

Samuel unlocked the device. He sat at the dining table, casually eating Amelia's portion of the cobbler with one hand, completely invading the deepest privacy of the cop's wife while she eagerly sucked his cock beneath him.

"Let's see what a good little housewife keeps in here," Samuel mused aloud. He tapped into her text messages. "Marcus... Marcus... Marcus. Sweet Lord, the man types like a robot. 'Iron my blue shirts.' 'Thaw the chicken.' 'Lock the doors.' Does he ever tell you he loves you, or does he just treat you like a maid?"

"He... mphh.. hoves mehh..." Amelia let out a muffled, defensive hum around his shaft, her tongue swirling apologetically, feeling the erection coming back inside her wet mouth.

"You're such a beautiful, dedicated slut, Amelia," Samuel praised, stroking her hair.

He opened her social media, scrolling through the heavily restricted feeds. "The neighborhood baking blog. Look at these old hens. Susan, Linda... Jesus..." Samuel looked down under the table. "these bitches look like plastic bags in front of you."

Amelia smiled around his cock, her chest puffing out proudly as she quickened her pace.

Samuel kept scrolling, eventually clicking into her photo gallery. He swiped past dozens of pictures of potted plants and half-baked pies until he stopped at an old selfie

"Well, well," Samuel's voice laced itself with genuine interest. "Who's this hot ginger?" he tilted the phone so Amelia could look at the image.

Amelia paused, pulling her slick lips off his cock. She looked up, wiping a string of saliva from her chin. "Oh... that's my younger sister, Sarah."

"Sarah," Samuel zoomed in on the photo. Sarah was wearing a low-cut red dress, holding a martini glass, and winking at the camera. "She looks like she knows how to have a good time. Is she married?"

"No," Amelia answered, diving back down to take the tip of his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly so she could speak around him. "Divorced. Slurp. She said they didn't really get along."

"A modern woman huh" Samuel stroked his chin. "She's got a spectacular body, slut. I'll admit, she might actually be on par with you."

Amelia’s jaw tightened. She sucked harder, her tongue lashing aggressively against his frenulum.

"Does she have a man?" Samuel probed, feeling the sudden increase in Amelia's suction.

Amelia pulled off, gasping for air. "She... she just got a new boyfriend..." She wanted to prove herself superior, even against her own little sister "Sarah's very wild, Samuel. She left home as soon as she turned eighteen. Our parents were very sad because of that. She's... not a chaste girl..... l-like me at all! She even told me last night that if she were married to Marcus, she would cheat on him!"

"Is that right?" Samuel tutted, shaking his head with disappointment. "See, that's what I can't stand, Amelia. Women with no loyalty. Women who just throw their vows away."

"Exactly!" Amelia agreed enthusiastically, her bare breasts jiggling. "I told her the exact same thing! I told her I would never be a cheater!"

Samuel nodded, "You're my honest, loyal slut. But Amelia... listen to me very carefully."

Amelia looked up at him as she took him back into her mouth, her blue eyes wide and attentive as she sucked rhythmically.

"You must never, ever tell Sarah about us," Samuel instructed, his tone deadly serious. "Someone like her... someone who actually believes in cheating... she wouldn't understand our relationship. She would definitely misinterpret it, which could create certain problems."

Amelia pulled back, nodding frantically. "I promise, Samuel! I won't tell her a single word! It's our special secret." Samuel understood that this was just a massage. But the corrupted Sarah would not understand their innocent bond.

"Good bitch," Samuel grunted, his hips suddenly snapping forward. "Amelia- I'm close. Let go. I don't want to make you swallow-"

Samuel reached down, gripping her bare shoulders, pretending to pull her off to "spare" her exactly like he claimed he used to do with Martha.

But Amelia wasn't going to allow that this time.

With stubborn determination, she clamped her hands down hard on his thighs, anchoring herself in place, and shoved her face forward, taking his cock as deep into her throat until her nose brushed against his musky, pubic hair.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!" Samuel roared, his hips bucking violently as he erupted into her mouth.

Amelia didn't hesitate. She held him deep in her throat. Her eyes watered and her throat convulsed instinctively, but she **** herself to eagerly swallow every single drop. She drank him dry, ensuring nothing was left behind.

When his hips finally stopped twitching, she slowly slid her mouth off his slick, softening shaft.

She crawled out from under the table, sitting back on her bare heels on the kitchen floor. A thin white string of his cum painted the corner of her red lips. She looked up at him, a massive, victorious smile spreading across her flushed face.

She reached up, elegantly sucking off the remaining drop off her own lips.

"Martha was right. It tastes delicious, Samuel," Amelia whispered sweetly, "I think I might just get addicted, too."