Get ready for going out

That first intense rope cum is quickly followed by the next volley. Your- in relation to the last week or so- sex starved body, and Rachel's lengthy teasing has caused quite a build up of cum in your heavy balls. Now you are unleashing said load down your lover's throat. Volley after volley of thick jizz shoots from your cock head into Rachel's maw.

As you stand by the bed, knees shaking, shooting cum into the most beautiful woman you know's willing mouth, a small analytical part of your mind theorizes that this orgasm is rivaled only in intensity, and length by the very first time you and Rachel made love. Taking her from behind on this very bed, and erupting on her perfect, round breasts. The very pleasant memory of events that transpired less than a week ago spur you on, as you continue to ride your orgasm.

A loud gurgling sound breaks you out of your reminiscing, and your gaze drops to your gorgeous girlfriend. Rachel's throat muscles are working overtime to swallow all of your thick load, and her eyes are wide in surprise as you continue to erupt into her mouth.

Eventually your orgasm subsides, and your cock stops spewing your hot load into Rachel's mouth. Your knees buckle, and you sit on the bedroom floor, attempting to gather your wits.

"Hey, John. You alright?" Rachel asks. She is still on all fours on the bed, and is looking down at you. Contentment, bliss, and a little amount of concern is showing in her beautiful eyes.

"Yeah, I'm alright, thanks." You reply weakly. You slowly clamber to your feet, and although your knees are a little unsteady you don't use the bed as a support to keep you alright. "That .... That got a little intense didn't it, Rachel?" You state with a smile, feeling your strength returning.

"It certainly did, John." Rachel purrs, her lips twist into a naughty grin. "I don't know about you, but I don't need dinner anytime soon. You just gave me a real feast right there!"

"Yeah, that was a meal rich in protein right there!" You state, feeling a wolfish smile spread across your face. "Well, that's three loads we managed to get out of you in a short time. Think that's going to keep you satisfied, and non excitable for a while?" You ask, knowing that the clock is ticking and you need to get ready if you are to be on time for your dinner reservation, but kind of hoping that Rachel needs you to take her again.

"I think I'll be fine thanks, John". Rachel replies, before flashing her naughtiest grin at you. "At least until we get into the taxi!" She adds mischeviously.

"That's my girl!" You whisper, love pouring from the tone of your voice. You lean in, and plant a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "Alright we better get ready!" You exclaim, after ending the brief, tender kiss. "I'll call the cab company, and arrange a taxi for half past six before jumping in the shower. Ok?"

Rachel nods in agreement, and you slowly turn making your way to her bedroom door.

"John?" Rachel calls out, as you're opening her bedroom door.

"Yeah, Rachel?" You reply, looking over your shoulder at her.

"You do realise that these 'consequences' of me teasing you is more than likely going to encourage me to tease you further in the future?" Rachel asks, placing the little finger of her right hand in her mouth, and sucks on it seductively.

"Yeah, I know." You reply with a lewd wink, and make your way into the hall.

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"Rachel! The taxi is outside! What's keeping you?" You yell by the front door, waiting yet again for your girlfriend.

After leaving Rachel's bedroom, you had retrieved your clothes discarded outside Rachel's room, and got your phone from trousers. You arranged for a taxi to arrive at 6:30 pm, before jumping in the shower.

Once showered and shaved, you went into your bedroom, and got changed into a clean black shirt and black trousers, before doing your hair and applying some aftershave.

The impatient taxi driver leans on his horn. In response you open the front door, showing him that you acknowledge him, and hold up left index finger asking him for one minute. From his reaction it is evident that patience is not his strongest virtue.

"Gee Johnny Cash, are you taking me to dinner or a funeral?" Rachel calls from the top of the stairs, obviously taking a shot at your all black ensemble.

You turn around, a retort on your lips, but it swiftly dies and is replaced with a loving smile as you take in your girlfriend's attire as she slowly walks down the stairs, high heels clicking with every step. Her classy black dress shows off her lovely long, black tights clad legs, but your attention is captivated by the plunging neckline which offers a spectacular view of her cleavage.

"Wow." You mumble to yourself, scarcely believing even after all this time that she is yours. You can't wait to see your friends' expressions once they you with her on your arm.

"You like?" Rachel asks once she reaches the bottom of the stairs. She turns around, revealing the fact that the dress is backless and showing off her flawless back.

"I love." You reply, turning her around and wrapping your arms around her waist.

Rachel smiles lovingly at you in appreciation to your words, and genuine expression. "What about the necklace?" She asks.

"You're wearing a necklace?" You reply with a question of your own, and glance down to her neck. Sure enough she is wearing a silver necklace resting just above her cleavage.

Rachel has an amused expression on her face, and gently pushes you away from her. "You didn't even notice it did you? It is supposed to detract attention from my boobs!" She explains with a giggle.

"Sorry honey, but that isn't going to happen with that dress you're wearing!" You state with a wolfish smile, and caress her thighs.

"You don't think this dress is too much do you?" Rachel asks, worry briefly flickers in her eyes.

"Well it is a bit too much for a fast food restaurant, Rachel." You reply with a sly grin.

"I just hope that you're taking me to Burger King, John." Rachel says with a grin that matches yours. "I do prefer their burgers over McDonald's!"

"Actually, I'm a fan of the Brittish franchise Wimpy Burger. I...." You begin before the taxi driver again leans on his horn. This time the horn sound is longer, and more insistent.

"Come on Rachel. Your chariot awaits." You announce, and open the door for her.

Your girlfriend smiles, and puts her hand in yours. As you lock the door, and walk towards the taxi, you can see the driver's expression soften, and his jaw drops as he takes in Rachel's stunning appearance.