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Commander Smith knew that he really should not be doing this. The woman was the wife of a brother Officer and too drunk to really know what she was doing. But her low-cut gown did display her ample cleavage and her thick, pouty lips just looked like they were made for cock-sucking.

So, against his better judgment, Commander Smith leaned back in his seat and let Helen open his pants and take out his cock.

“Dickie!” she exclaimed. “Your poor dickie isn’t even hard yet. Doesn’t it like Helen. Well, that’s o.k. Ole Helen knows just what to do.”

So saying, the woman took Smith’s cock in her mouth and began moving her head up and down, her lips wrapped securely around it. Instantly Smith started to harden and he reached down to stroke the back of her head and across her bare shoulder blades.

After a few moments, Helen raised her mouth off his cock, but held on to it firmly at the base with her hand. “That’s better. Now let Helen just suck the cum right out of you. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

Lowering her mouth back onto Smith’s cock, she giggled around it. Of course he would like that. She knew all men liked to have their dicks sucked. Her husband certainly did. Seemed that was all he liked lately. Sometimes Helen would have to practically pay him to fuck her.

Not that she really minded, she thought as she continued “Frenching” Smith. Helen had always been very oral. As a little girl she had been overweight; fat actually. And only puberty and the sudden growth had reduced her from someone who was fat to slightly overweight.

She rubbed Smith’s balls with her other hand as she moved her head up and down, sliding her full lips along the thick shaft. Even now she was constantly dieting and struggling to keep her weight under control. She giggled again as she thought how thankful she was that sperm was low in calories.

Smith squirmed around in his seat as Helen’s oral caresses excited him more and more. Soon he was running his fingers through her dark hair and moaning in pleasure.

The sound of Smith’s voice and the feel of his hand on the back of her head pleased Helen; they were signs that she was doing a good job. She began to bob her head faster while using a twisting stroke with her hand as she worked to get him off. She did not know Smith all that well; they had only met briefly a few times before, but she had become familiar enough with his cock.

Up and down her head bounced, milking him with her full lips, her hand rolling and squeezing his balls in their nut-sack.

“Oh, Helen,” Smith gasped, “I’m going to come!”

Helen chuckled around the thick cock in her mouth and tried to move her head even faster.

With a groan Smith grasped Helen’s head with both of his hands and held it tightly as he thrust his hips upwards. His hot spunk exploded into the wet warmth of her mouth. Over and over again. His cock spasmed and his cock twitched as he unloaded into her mouth.

Finally his body relaxed and he released his grip on her head. Helen raised her head from his lap, wiping the back of her hand across her nose which was leaking snot. Her mascara had run from her eyes watering when the tip of his cock had pressed against the back of her throat.

“So how was that, Spaceman?” she grinned at him. “Does ole Helen know how to pay off a debt or what?”

Before he could answer, Helen had thrown open the door and was staggering towards her house. Smith sat in his hover-craft until she had fished the keys from her purse and unlocked the door to stumble inside.