Two Pump Chump

Moses refilled Julia's wine glass. Since Elizabeth had left, he'd taken to ministering, of sorts, to the willowy blonde that was Elizabeth's former best friend. When she got drunk, she got a little too honest, he thought, chuckling.

"And he just put his peter in there," she said, her voice slurring. "And after two pumps, he was like ... done! I was like what the fuck!"

"You need a real man," Moses said, consoling her.

"I know ... but where?" she looked at Moses, who cocked his eyebrow. She giggled. "Seriously? You?"

"Why not? I'm sure Elizabeth told you about me," Moses said coyly.

"Well, I mean ... yeah," Julia said shyly.

"Go on," Moses said, the kindness ebbing from his voice to something more ... authoritarian. "Take it for a spin."

She stared at him for a long moment, and then carefully unzipped his pants. She hiccuped, as she tugged his pants and boxers off.

"Holy shit," she said, staring at Moses's cock, already half-staff and growing stiffer.

"That's right," Moses said, his confidence waxing, "That's a real man cock. And it'll last far longer than sweet Tom's, too."

Moses knew if he fucked her straight off, the guilt would probably dissuade her from having sex with him again. So he bit his tongue, letting her pleasure him with her mouth, the tips sloppily dragging up and down his pole. She was not as refined as Elizabeth, as he felt her teeth graze his shaft. But she could learn, he thought, pulling out after a good half hour and painting her face with his cum.

"Oh ... oh my," Julia said. She sounded just like Elizabeth in this moment, Moses thought wistfully.