Pop cultural references

Ian decided that now was certainly not the time to stress the need for punctuality as he felt Laura’s tongue slide against the underside of his cockend until it reached the point where it would begin the long journey down her throat, though she continued to bathe his cock with her saliva, rubbing her tongue against it fat veins and hard shaft as she reached forwards to cup his balls, placing one heavy, cum-pumping testis in each of her palms and then clasping her fingers around them, applying just enough pressure on the pair of humungous spheres to goad Ian into releasing a squirt of precum that went shooting straight down her throat and into her belly, the expansion of his cock as the bolt of clear fluid shoot through and out through his cumhole reverberating through her throat and cheeks while she sucked in air and exhaled a gagged, lustful moan that sent warm air running along Ian’s turgid member.

“Fuck,” Laura let out once she’d released Ian’s fuckstaff from her mouth, though not before she’d worked the first ten inches of it in and out past her plump lips a few times over, “if someone would have told when I woke up this morning that I’d get to deepthroat a sixteen-inch monstercock…”

“You would have what?” Ian asked, holding his cock levelled so that all Laura had to do to take it back into her mouth was to part her lips and drive her head forwards.

“Well, I would have fingered my hot snatch for starters…” Ian’s positioning of his member also meant that the blast of precum that shot out of it when Laura’s words triggered a mental image of her lying in her bed, bent legs spread so that her heels were together and her fingers pumping in and out of her gushing pussy while her other hand was groping her huge, round knockers went on to splat against her face, coating the area surrounding her mouth with precum that went on to be absorbed into the layer of balljuice that was already decorating much of her face.

“And then I would have dressed myself to really make an impression,” Ian bombarded Laura’s cheeks and chin with another long streamer of prejizz as she made him think back to their first meeting, and to marvel at how she’d appeared then was her not really trying to look good.

“Trust me,” Ian began as he shook his cock in his grip, causing both her gaze to fix on it and the rope of precum dangling from its purple crown to grow longer and thinner, “you did.”

“Well,” Laura interrupted herself to take the bait that Ian had just set for her by diving in under his cockend and catching the rope of viscid precum, producing a slurping noise as she did her best to recreate the iconic scene from “Lady and the Tramp” until she finally readmitted his cockhead into her mouth, taking her time in thoroughly coating it with her saliva before eventually slipping it back out into the open and planting a kiss on it that sent a tingling sensation dancing down Ian’s spine as she began using the tip of her tongue against his cumslit, lapping up his precum as it came trickling out, not needing to keep that up for long before prompting him to spew out an amply sized burst of it that streaked across her tongue and washed over her teeth.

“Oh baby,” Laura purred at Ian once she’d popped the business-end of his steely fuckpole out of her hungry maw, “would you mind holding your cock up for me?”

“Sure,” Ian tried shrugging to further the illusion that he wasn’t affect at all by the display that Laura was putting on, but only managed to raise his left shoulder since his right hand was still clutching his beating cock, and the weight of his member was such that he soon had to grab it in a two-handed grip to get it to point up at the ceiling without the whole business of doing so taking too long.

“You know,” Laura dropped her head back to look up at Ian, making a fairly big deal out of how she had to lean her head to the right to avoid having his cock hide his face from her and then using her tongue to snatch up some jizz from the corner of her mouth before continuing, “every time I get a good look at your balls I tell myself that I want to suck them like I would your cock.”

Laura’s revelation brought about a projection of precum that rocketed upwards to ensure that there now was a part of the ceiling that was forever Ian.

“You’d think that that would stop to amaze after a while,” Laura remarked as she gazed up at the wet patch of prejizz having been glued to the roof, “but it doesn’t.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Ian decided, with a decidedly stiff upper lip.

“Yeah,” Laura agreed, looking quite amusing as she nodded her head even while keeping it tilted all the way back and releasing a plethora of cum-blobs to scatter around her through her hearty bobbing of her head.

“Oh, and Ian?”

“Yes, Laura?”

“Before, when I was cumming like crazy with your monstercock buried in my ass, I’m sorry that I forgot to tell you this, but I’m your slut,” Ian gulped at the nasty but sweet smile that Laura interrupted her speaking to send him, “and I just want you to know that all you have to do is to whip it out and I’ll gladly let you fuck my face, ass, pussy and tits, and scream like a banshee in the process.”

“Ah.” It didn’t matter that Ian was too stumped to say anything more developed than that, as the sound of his voice was drowned out by that of a burst of his precum smacking into Laura’s chest.

“And it might be anywhere,” Laura went on to explain, “here or back at the school, in London or on a beach somewhere, during a private audience with the prime minister…”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah, that was a bad example,” Laura chuckled, “I hope it didn’t ruin anything for you.”

“I’m sure you can make it up to me.”

“Hmm, how about this…” Laura’s sudden transformation of her smile into a mischievous one was immediately followed by her whole cum-painted face turning into something that was deeply and unequivocally erotic, “I want to feel you sink your big bull balls into my pink pussy and cram your hard cock in between my tits.”

“Good, now that’s settled.” That decision came from Laura after Ian had splotched the ceiling with another gush of precum, and she followed up on it by reaching in with her head and gently planting her lips against the stretched skin of one of his nuts, softly running her tongue against it at first before going on to become more aggressive as she latched on to his scrotum and sucked on it so hard, while still being careful not to get rough with his balls, that Ian wouldn’t have been surprised if he had woken the next morning with hickeys on his ballsack.

The next thing that Laura did was to release Ian’s scrotum from between her lips and to go on to spread her mouth as far as it would go during her latest attempt to fit the whole of one of his testes past her lips, and this time it was his right one that caused her cheeks to bulge outwards as she teased it with her nimble tongue.

“Now,” Laura had leaned her head back after treating Ian’s left testis in much the same manner as his right one, “are you going to facefuck me or not?”

In response, Ian let go of his cock and allowed it to come swooshing down to stand straight out from his waist, the massive slab of hard meat barely having had time to settle back into its natural position before he had drawn a shriek from Laura through the forceful ejaculation of yet another impossibly large jet of prejizz.

“So,” Ian asked Laura as he rubbed the tip of his member against her luscious lips, “balls-deep?”

Laura’s answer came in the form of her batting her eyelids, offering him a dirty come-hither look and dropping her jaw to open her mouth to him. It really was all the invitation that Ian needed, and seconds later he was enjoying how her eyes narrowed down into tight slits as he slid his bulbous cockend over her tongue and down her gullet, the voluptuous cumslut apparently having relinquished all control to him as she simply sat there and allowed him to feed his fucktool into her throat, releasing one muffled groan after another and exhaling hot air through her nose and onto his mammoth tool.

Laura soon got her desire, the way in which her forehead was rubbing against his stomach muscles and her chin had disappeared in between his balls being telltale signs of the fact that she’d just managed to accommodate the entirety of his monstercock, and Ian celebrated that by beginning to pump his cock up and down into Laura’s squeezing throat, the unlikely superstud not having to piston his fuckpiece in and out of her willing mouth for long before getting to relish the sounds of her horny groans around his cock and her juices raining down onto the floor as his facefucking of her brought her another sweaty, messy climax.

The knowledge that Laura was enjoying a powerful orgasm thanks to him ramming his cock in and out of her mouth was what nudged Ian past the brink of another ejaculation, and the manner in which his member had just been wholly inserted past her lips when it happened meant that the first jet of cum from him would bring about some considerable ballooning of her cheeks as her maw filled with jizz, the creamy fluid pouring out over her lower lip to glaze her chin when he finally got his cockhead out into the open, the two of them being cross-eyed and gasping for air as his second burst of spunk was delivered at point-blank range to her face, and Ian still not really having a good grasp of what he was up to when he pushed his wildly pulsing cock down so that it was nestled in between her tits before delivering the third and final part of his latest ejaculation, the pearly white fluid leaving his cumhole at such speeds that parts of it shot straight down between her toffee-tanned mounds and swept out onto her toned midriff, strands of it flowing down towards her gleaming pussy at full speed to join up with the tendrils already hanging down from between her vulva when he finally managed to take one step backwards and sense that her eyes were upon him.

“Mmm,” Laura took a pause to rub a thick strand of jizz between her fingers and then brought her hand up to smear the sticky fluid onto her tongue, “the stuff that dreams are made of.”

“When you’re jizzed, you’ll take it and like it,” Ian replied, having had to adjust the only other Maltese Falcon quote that he could come up with a little.

“And I do,” Laura giggled, “though ‘You’re good. You’re very good’ might have been a better quote.”

“Now there’s a crying shame,” Ian observed, forgetting about their current conversation as Laura pulled her t-shirt down until it was once more struggling to confine the firm mass of her two glorious boobs.

“Well, I’ve been told that modesty’s a virtue.” Laura replied, not looking like she believed it herself.

“Not in your case it bloody isn’t.”

“Yes, I suppose that you would have me walk around all day wearing nothing but your cum?” Laura wasn’t surprised, delighted, but not surprised, at the sticky discharge of precum with which Ian answered her question.