Porno style

You've watched enough DVDs from your stepdad's porno stash to know what men like to see at the conclusion of a good blowjob. You let your hand take over for your mouth, wrapping your fingers around Mr. Crassle's swollen shaft and milking up and down the length. Your pink tongue darts out from your kissing lips and flicks the throbbing head of his cock. You lap at the precum leaking from his cock as you stroke more and more out of the head.

"Oh fuck yeah, you want it baby? You want that cum?" Crassle asks.

You look up at Crassle and see him smiling down at you, his hands rubbing and squeezing your up-thrust ass. You smile and reply without slowing your stroking of his petrified prick.

"You going to give it to me, old man?" You flick your tongue out and lather his cockhead. "You want to cum all over my face?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, you know it. Milk that cock out on your face. Stroke it reallll nice."

You press your fill lips against the tip and give the juicy head a kiss. You let it linger, let him feel the hot breath you exhale across his shaft as you stroke him, then you lean your face back and open your mouth wide. You position your tongue beneath his cockhead.

"Yesss," Crassle groans, "stroke it...make me...ahhhhh!"

You keep your eyes on Crassle's face, watching his reddened features contort with pleasure as you feel the fat cock in your hand swell and twitch. A moment later hot cum erupts across your tongue and splashes into your mouth.

"Ohhh yeah, take it!" Crassle cries.

The cock twitches again and a gooey rope of spunk paints your lips and cheek. Crassle pulls back at the hips and the third blast arcs over your nose and drizzles your chin with his scalding spunk. You lean forward and wrap your lips around his pumping prick, allowing the last three bursts of semen to pour into your mouth. You lick and suck the old man until you are satisfied his orgasm has subsided.

"Let me see that cum, sweetheart," Crassle instructs, panting with exertion.

When you pull your lips away from his cock he admires your cum-drenched face. You show him the huge load in your mouth.

"Swallow it like a good girl," he instructs and you comply, gulping down the thick load.

He scoops the cum on your face up with his hand, guiding it to your lips so you can suck it from his fingers. He seems to enjoy your slutty show. After he has wiped most of it up he hands you a moistened towel and you wipe the rest of it clean. You fix your make up and dress quickly.

You give him a wink and a kiss on the cheek. He thanks you for your incredible blowjob skills.

You don't speak much more. You both dress quickly and climb out of the car a bit stiff and a bit sweaty. He plants a kiss on your lips, but you don't allow it to linger. You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."