Stay on her Knees

Lindsey shifted on her knees, Murray smiled thinking he was about to get his way. But she couldn’t do it, the thought of Nate keeping her on the restroom floor. It was Hubert’s demands that kept her from running. The pull between loyalty and ****, the ebb and flow of guilt.

She paused long enough, that Cyril cut in, “Murray, didn’t you hear the girl earlier, she wants to blow us. And I am happy to oblige.” Cyril’s hands pulled Lindsey’s head his way, his cock pressing against her lips meeting little resistance as he pushed through her mouth.

“Can’t blame an old guy for trying,” Murray laughed, his new seat letting him reach over and grope Lindsey’s chest. Her nipple hard against his palm as he squeezed, his fingers dug into her ample tit.

Spit drooled down her chin as Cyril fucked her mouth. She could feel him throbbing, he was getting close as he grunted above her. “Don’t keep her all to yourself,” Murray interrupted.

Cyril laughed releasing his hold on Lindsey’s head, she gasped for breath as spit slid from her mouth running down her chest. “Have at her,” Cyril said, slightly out of breath. She knew he was close but the two guided her to Murray.

He sat back watching as Lindsey took his cockhead into her mouth. She used her hand to aid in his pleasure, her spit acting as ample lube. Murray moaned, “Jugs, you’ve got quite the mouth on you.”

She was pulled away from Murray’s cock by Cyril’s hand in her hair. “Couldn’t agree more, my good man,” Cyril said, pushing his dick back into Lindsey’s waiting mouth. She gagged as he thrust hard and deep. His balls slapped against her chin as he pushed into her throat, pulling out so her lips wrapped around his tip, just to thrust in again. Murray’s fingers pinch and pull at her nipples, causing her to moan and whimper from the mixed pain and pleasure.

She could feel his cock swelling against her tongue. He was close to cumming again, when he pulled himself free and guiding her back to Murray’s waiting cock. She slowly licked up his shaft, taking the moment of control to recover from Cyril’s rough treatment. As she regained herself she realized that it would take much longer if she was being passed back and forth. With Cyril taking control and passing her off when he gets close, it meant she would need to take charge and finish Murray quickly.

Lindsey took Murray into her mouth, sucking as she flicked her tongue around his cock. She bobbed along his shaft, moaning in an attempt to draw out a quick orgasm. Her mouth filled with the taste of Murray’s pre-cum when she felt Cyril tugging on her hair. She cursed to herself, he was so close.

“Woah, why did you stop?” Murray asked his eyes rolling back into place as his near orgasm receded.

Lindsey couldn’t articulate a response as her mouth became otherwise occupied. “She didn’t stop, merely switched priorities,” Cyril chuckled. He groaned as he held Lindsey against his groin, her nose in his gray pubes and his balls against her chin. She gagged as Cyril made short thrusts into her throat.

Murray returned to groping Lindsey. His fingers dug into her titflesh, twirling over her nipples before pinching and teasing. Cyril grunted matching Lindsey’s moans from Murray’s actions.

She could feel Cyril approaching his climax, and tried to **** herself to stay on Cyril’s cock but he was stronger than her. And before she had a chance to finish him, she was gasping for air as spit drooled out of her mouth once again. He was breathing heavy as he turned her towards his friend.

Murray sat back releasing Lindsey’s chest. Her first instinct was to take it slow, recover from Cyril. But if she wanted to make it to work on time she needed to finish these men off. She wasted no time taking Murray deep. Bobbing along his cock, spit drooling down his shaft. She pumped her hand, stroking his engorged member.

Until he finally let out a moan, “I’m about to blow my load.” And true to his word, he did. The first spurt caused Lindsey to gag as it shot straight into the back of her throat. She coughed, causing Murray’s erupting cock to free itself of her mouth. The following spurts streaking across her face.

He collapsed back onto the toilet. And with his cum plastered across her face she turned to Cyril. He hadn’t had as long to cool off, and Lindsey took advantage by diving onto his cock. Cyril moaned but quickly returned to his usual motions, his hands in her hair forcing her deeper and deeper.

Luckily due to the quick turn around, Lindsey felt Cyril approaching his orgasm. He grunted, his cock swelling and he **** her down. Her nose against his groin as his warm jizz poured down her throat. She took deep gasps as Cyril wiped the last dribbles of cum against her cheek.

“Wowza Jugs, that was quite the ride,” Cyril bemused as he pulled his pants back into place.

“Feel free to visit again,” Murray agreed, “We’re here most days. And if not you can always stop by Local Senior Living.”

Lindsey wasn’t sure how to respond so she sheepishly responded with a, “Maybe.” She found her clothes and checked her phone. She was running a little late, but not anything to be too worried about. She quickly cleaned herself and got dressed.

She rushed out of the restroom, the crowd outside had cycled out some while gaining a few new faces. Rylee was busy with a new customer, but Riley smiled as she caught Lindsey’s gaze. Lindsey blushed when the blonde winked at her.

She was about to the door when Murray’s voice called out, “Jugs.” She considered not turning around but he continued, “You forgot your coffee.” Lindsey looked back and saw her iced coffee sitting next to the old men’s mugs and newspapers.

“Th-thanks,” she said grabbing the drink and rushing out to her car.

As she started the engine her phone buzzed. *Dwing*

[A gold star for going above and beyond.] Followed by a picture, a bird’s eye view of Lindsey blowing the two Korean War vets. [Now get to work, you wouldn’t want to be late. I don’t know if sucking cock is a valid excuse.]