Dinner Pre-Drinks

Heather sighed and stepped back from the boy who would be playing her half-brother, removing her hand from his cotton covered cock as she did. “Pity, but I suppose it’s for the best,” she lamented, watching wistfully as Zack shoved his bulge into his trousers and zipped up. “I’m not wearing any underwear, so I’d probably end up leaking out all over the floor, like breadcrumbs leading right to my fucked hole.”

“Not helping,” Zack growled, as he pulled on the jacket, mildly surprised how well it, and all the other clothes Robert had brought, fitted.

“When we’re done, I’ll get the tailor to make a suit just for you,” Heather said, moving closer to him again and fixing his lapel. “This one looks good, but you haven’t lived until you’ve worn something made personally just for you. Case in point…”

Heather gestured to her own clothes, offering Zack another look at her full body wrapped in blue chiffon and silk. And from this close angle he found himself peering directly down at her ample chest pressing against the bodice. Below, his cock twitched against his trousers, the bulge still very much noticeable. Heather took a step back, to admire the suit and check for any imperfections, smirking when she saw one glaring, obvious problem protruding from his crotch.

“Oh dear,” she brought a hand to her forehead. “There’s no way you can go out like that.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Zack grumbled. “Saying I could have you anytime I wanted and talking about your ‘fucked hole’.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Heather mused with a finger to her lips. “Guess I need to take responsibility for this then. Sit.”

She didn’t wait for him to do it himself, instead pushing him back gently so that he fell into a seated position on the sofa behind him. She gathered up the skirt of her dress as she lowered herself onto his knees between his legs, her hands on his knees gliding up over his thighs. He looked at his watch as her fingers took hold of his zipper and pulled it down, his underwear clad cock jutting out to fill the gap almost immediately.

“We’ve only got about a minute until it starts,” Zack warned her. “May…maybe if you just go on ahead of me…I can make it go down alone…”

“No, you’re right,” Heather said sweetly as she pried apart his boxers, his hard cock popping out into the cool air where it was caught by Heather’s other hand, the feeling of her soft, warm palm on his molten, stiff cock causing him to moan. “I caused this problem, so I should be the one to take care of it. Just one rule; don’t get anything on my dress.”

“Oooh, oh fuck.” Zack rolled his head back as Heather lowered her open mouth around his fat cock, immediately almost taking him half way and wrapping her tongue around his tip. “Shiiiit, that’s good.”

Had Zack not already blown his load inside the dark-haired cheer-captain twice today, he may well have came then and there, completely solving the problem. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he couldn’t decide which was better with Heather’s mouth sucking on his member, he had enough fortitude regained to withhold the first onslaught from Heather’s lips and tongue, flicking his slit as she slurped on his shaft.

It brought to mind memories of Ashley, the best cocksucker he’d ever seen, and her lack of gag-reflex that allowed her to take even Zack’s thick cock into her throat with ease. Even Lisa had been formidable when she was trying to prove she was just as good as Ashley. But there was something about the ferocity with which Heather took his cock, licking and sucking, swallowing another inch deeper every time, whilst her hand pumped his lower shaft, so eager to make him cum in sixty seconds. She looked up at him with daring blue eyes, silently urging him to release the load pent up in his balls ever since she’d begun undressing. She wanted to take this right down to the wire. She wanted him to hold out as long as he could, so that she could still make him cum in the time and know that she made that happen.

Her eyes left his, closing as she dipped her head, inhaling more of Zack’s cock until it hit the back of her throat. Then, after a brief pause and her hands on his thighs, she pushed her mouth down, his tip slipping into her gullet, until her nose made contact with his trousers. His cock throbbed against the tightness of her throat, her own muscles vibrating slightly as she gagged slightly but resisted the urge to withdraw the thick rod from her mouth. He felt his balls tense as a shiver ran up his spine, his whole body preparing the imminent climax.

Without warning, Heather pulled her lips from his cock, sitting back, panting and smiling as she gathered up the trails of slobber that hung between her mouth and his cock with her hands. Pumping his length with both hands, she massaged her spittle into his cock-flesh, prompting more groans from the young man.

“Th-thirty seconds,” Zack informed her, glancing at his watch as she looked back up at him with devious blue eyes. “Fuck, Heather, we gotta finish sooooon.”

“Well, that’s up to you. Cum whenever you’re ready,” she said sweetly, with a taunting smile, almost challenging him to hold out, to make them hold up the gala to prolong a blow job, knowing as well as he did that they wouldn’t start without the man of the hour.

She punctuated that statement by swallowing his cock again, diving half way down with her lips wrapped tightly his shaft. Her tongue swirled around his glans and Zack threw back his head, gasping for air as it felt like Heather was sucking the wind from his lungs through his tip. Making eye contact again, she slid her hands up to his thighs, telegraphing her intention to take his cock back into her throat and then, there was a sharp rap upon the door.

“Honey, is everything okay in there?” Robert’s voice drifted through the wood, not entering for Zack’s privacy more than his daughter’s. “Dinner is supposed to begin about now.”

“Sorry, Daddy, Zack’s just helping me with my dress. We’ll be right-MMHPMH” She pulled her mouth from Zack’s member to answer only to find the teen shoving it back in seconds later.

In his desperation to get it back in her mouth, he pushed too hard and **** his cock right back into her throat. A second later his cock unloaded, creaming her mouth and pouring the entirety of his balls into her belly. His fingers wrapped up in her hair, holding her tight against his crotch as his cock twitched and jolted in her throat, spewing forth his seed to coat her insides. And Heather could do nothing but hold on. If she choked, she’d cough up sperm all over Zack’s trousers. If she pulled off, he’d keep cumming over her face and dress. All she could do was hold her breath and try to survive as Zack unleashed wave after wave of his seed, a seemingly never-ending stream of cum, even as her throat constricted, her face went red and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Honey? Honey? Are you sure everything’s okay? You sound like you’re sick,” Robert said, a rattling sound telling that his hand was on the handle. “Do you need me to get someone from the hotel medical staff?”

Just in time, Zack released his grip on Heather’s head and allowed the dark-haired girl to rise off his cock, sucking in a deep breath to fill her withered lungs. Amidst laboured breaths, she called to her father, “I thought I was going to throw up, but it passed. Just gimme a second.”

“Okay,” he said, trusting his daughter. “I’ll be waiting at the table.”

“Fuck. That was close,” Zack half laughed as he wiped the sweat from his head.

“Actually, I think we had a few seconds to spare,” Heather teased, licking her lips. “Come on. Put that away and let’s go.” Her phone buzzed as she clamoured to her feet. She retrieved the phone from her bag, glancing sideways at Zack as he shoved his cock back into his boxers and zipped up. Reading the message, she informed him, “Ashley says they’re in. Looks like it’s time for the big announcement.”