Miss (Make you cum)

"Honeybear, sweetie," Mary Forbes says as she answers her phone. "What's going on?"

You hear the tones of her husband's voice faintly through the back of the cheap cellphone.

"Oh honeybear, really?" she says with a laugh. "I'm glad you got to see her after all. Is she giving you a good time?" Mary looks up and to the side, nodding her head as Brian talks. "Oh, sweetie, what a nasty girl. Well, DON'T send me a picture, then. Uh-huh, uh-huh? She should be glad she's got a sweetie like you to do it with. You ALWAYS respect women, ALWAYS."

Mary wanders the room, walking as she talks. She's just a different person from the buttoned-up waitress you thought you knew. Naked at home with her hair down, her strides are longer and easier, her shoulders roll and twist, her hair swishes this way and that, and her big breasts bounce as she moves. The gold chain around her neck has a gold cross and a golden heart locket.

"Nooo, not exactly," Mary says. She laughs. "Well, yes, I've got Taylor over. No I'd never do that in my church dress, shame on you. Yes, sweetie. Yes."

As Mary moves around the room, she absent-mindedly pats Taylor's bare buttocks, still pink from her spanking. Taylor whimpers and moves her hips, hoping Mary will do more, but Mary slides her hand along Taylor's skin and moves along.

"Yes, that was Taylor. Well, I don't know, we don't want to be late for our shift. No, Mandy's off today."

There's an inarticulate sound from Brian. Mary frowns. "Now what is that woman doing to you?" She tilts her head. "Oh, is she now?"

Mary paces her way round to your side of the room. Without meeting your eyes, she slides her fingertips along the shaft of your cock, which jumps in salute. You close your eyes and try to think of anything to cool you down so you don't shoot off in her hand. It's not working. Fortunately she moves along, walking as she talks.

Mary sits on the bed and smiles. Her eyes meet yours. "What a bad girl, she won't take no for an answer," she says. She pouts her lips at you and your cock responds with a throb. "What, with her little titties?" Mary says. Keeping her gaze on your eyes, she hefts one of her breasts in one hand. Your cock throbs again. "Not so little, what? Oh, Nate put a bun in her oven? You be good to her, sweetie, they've been trying so long."

Taylor whimpers, feeling neglected. Mary reaches back and gives her a soothing pat. "Easy, sweetie." It doesn't seem to help Taylor's frustration.

Mary starts to masturbate as she talks with Brian about what he's doing. She looks back at you, and your cock jumps when her eyes meet yours.

"Yes, I want to hear you, honey, splash it all over her milky breasts, honeybear," Mary says, holding your eyes. You can't look away. She's got her legs open, her fingers working in her pussy. Your cock is harder than anything, nobody touching it. Mary strokes her clit harder, her face starting to flush pink. The little wet sounds are magnified somehow as she stares into your eyes. Her words are for you as much as her husband. "Come on, now, now, now!"

"AHHH!"

Your voice blends with Brian's as your cock erupts, again and again. You see stars and your blood sings in your ears. Mary seems to be getting off, too, and finally her eyes roll up and away and you collapse back into the chair, your cock firing off until it's empty.

When you come to yourself again, Mary is saying goodbye.

"Yes honeybear, I'm really looking forward to seeing you. Ha-ha, yes. I'm keeping it warm for you. You keep yours warm for me. Uh-huh? I'll hold you to it. Every one. Yup. Now you take care of yourself!"

Mary beams as her husband says a sweet goodbye in her ear.

"God is love, hon, see you home and safe!" Mary says, and hangs up.

You lie back in Mary's chair with a limp cock and puddle of cum in your lap, feeling wrung out. How did she do that to you?