There's too much!

Rope after rope, pulse after pulse, a non-ending series of volcanic eruptions filled Dara's mouth beyond it's limits. Despite her thirst and her parched throat, she could only swallow so much, the excess frothy white viscous liquid spilled from the juncture of her lips. Thick rivers of semen trailed down her chin and dripped onto her heaving breasts. Tiny droplets merged, creating tiny rivers along the swells of her mountains of flesh. Long tendrils of the hot white molten lava speckled her torso.

As if on instinct, her hands released their grip on Colin's still rock hard cock, and moved to scoop up the excess, so that she could feed it into her hungry mouth. Her motions were stopped this time however, by Colin's grip on her wrists. "Oh no you don't! My jizz looks so great on your body. It feels good to have some of my semen coating your breasts and chest, doesn't it? It really makes you look like a slut!"

Dara's body erupted with her own orgasm, her mind screaming at her for doing such! This was ****! She should be aghast at his comments and his constant use of that word, but she couldn't deny how her body reacted every time he degraded her like that. Tremors were still rippling through her loins as his grip on her wrists remained firm. Her mouth was still suckling on the fuck stick entrenched within her mouth, her tongue darting in and out of the piss hole to spear more of the heavenly fluid. She hated the thought of what she was doing, but she hated that she couldn't stop herself, even more.

"Oooh yes! That's it slut!" Colin noted how Dara's eyes rolled back and her body convulsed with yet another series of ripples. "Keep sucking your favorite cock! There's so much more where that came from."

Dara's mind echoed that familiar phrase, "Can't get enough of it now, can ya, slut? Wanna taste some more already? Go right on ahead!" Even though Dara's faltering conscience was ordering her to stop, her body knew the 'truth'! She COULDN'T get enough of it! She DID want to 'taste' some more! So she complied and continued practicing and perfecting her oral skills, trying to coax another generous load from his wonderful specimen of virility.

Colin's grip on her wrists had loosened, and Dara was about to wrap her hands once again around the girth of his manhood, but he had other ideas. "Let's put those hands to good use and show me what you were doing before you came over here today." Even though Dara was unsure what Colin was talking about, her hands dropped back to her thighs as if drawn there magnetically. Once again, to Dara's utter horror, shame and disgust, her hands slowly crept upwards and inwards until they came in contact with her gushing pussy. Just as she had done earlier in the bathroom, she began doing once again, for the pleasure of the lecherous one before her. Two fingers easily slid in between the sodden folds of her pussy, sinking to their utmost depth with ease as another set of fingers held herself lewdly open so that she could diddle and fiddle her clit.

Dara was beside herself! She couldn't believe that she was openly masturbating for this pervert. The more she tried to stop it, the more pleasure her body responded with! Her attention was now split between the cock fucking her mouth and the fingers fucking her pussy! It was a futile battle trying to decide which she currently despised more. Eventually, as each pleasurable moment passed, and each orgasmic plateau was reached, Dara gave up the mental fight and succumbed to her body's demands, fulfilling it's every desire. Her fingers thrust more urgently as the other fingers tickled her exposed and bulging clitoris. Her thighs constantly rippled with nonstop tremors as wave after wave of tiny orgasms exploded within. Of course, her mouth was humming a happy tune around the saber sawing in and out, between her pursed lips.

Colin was getting close to offering Dara her second load of thirst quenching protein. The sight of his naked neighbor's lips wrapped tightly around his cock, combined with her fingers thrusting in and out of her splayed pussy, mingled with the slaps of her palm against the wet folds of her labia and the rhythmic song of pleasure she was humming, were nearly too much to withstand much longer. "You just love to masturbate, I can tell. You look absolutely amazing when you masturbate! You think about my cock when you masturbate, don't you? You dream that your fingers are really my cock! You can masturbate for me as much as you want!"

Dara was in no position to argue or debate what Colin was saying, though deep within the recesses of her mind was something that tried to disagree with him. Yet her body responded in the affirmative, as well as the voice that agreed with him, gargling around the cock still embedded within her mouth.

"Masturbating for me while sucking my cock. You are such a SLUT ... Unnnnnggghhh!"

At that very instant, Dara experienced an outer worldly explosion, emanating from her pussy and rippling in shock waves outward. Unfortunately, Colin let loose another series of powerful bursts of his manly seed that Dara was totally unprepared for. Superfluous amounts of thick batter filled her mouth, spilling in thick rivulets as she coughed and gagged. Thick drools fell from her lips, coating her breasts and torso once more, only able to minimally quench the thirst that had originally brought her here.

Dara managed to breathe through her nose, slowly catching her breath and her senses as waves of euphoria ebbed to sea, never once releasing the glorious cock from her mouth. She was able to suckle and swallow remnants of his offering, only whetting her appetite for more. Meanwhile, the fingers tending to her sloshing sex, continued a slow tease, maintaining the pleasurable lapping of waves upon her shore. The pungent smell of sex began filling the basement, cruelly twisting yet another one of Dara's senses.

That scenario repeated itself time and time again throughout the remainder of the afternoon. Colin, for his part had continued to compliment and reinforce Dara's masturbation efforts, as well as her cock sucking ability, punctuating each with how much of a 'SLUT' Dara was. Each use of the word was timed with his release, making it consistently difficult for Dara to concentrate on swallowing his offering. Dara, once again, unsure of how many loads of semen she had ingested, her breasts and torso now coated with a thick sheen of sweat, mingled with multiple coatings of Colin's spackle in various stages of drying.

It wasn't until Colin pulled his spent rod from Dara that everything went blank once again. She knelt still, back straight, shoulders back, tits jutting forward, stiff nipples poking towards Colin as he returned to his seat and turned back towards his desk. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers upon the keyboard was all that could be heard.

"You may go now!"

Dara rose silently, without a sound, and sauntered up the steps to the back door. She stopped, bent at the waist and retrieved the thin garment puddled on the floor. She pulled the thin dress over her head and adjusted the spaghetti straps. She opened the door, walked out into the late afternoon sunshine and crossed the yard to the opened gate. She stepped through, closed it and pulled the latch in place.