Blow Me Good

I was but an average guy. Some could even say below average. I did not have the look, the cash or the influence to compete for the best, but I did have one particular advantage. A mind altering power that I had abused for years ever since I discovered it at 18, and I was not at all responsible or merciful with its use.

Take this hot slut for example. She and her family had just moved in next door a week ago. They were a happy family, excited to start off their life in suburbia with new horizons open in every direction. Her husband worked a lucrative job. Her teenagers were having fun at school. This MILF with my morning wood in her sucking mouth had it made with a cushy house to look after while her loved ones were away. This entire time, while they reveled and rejoiced at a bright future ahead of them, the wife is on her knees, cheeks sucked in and willingly pumping her face up and down my shaft in the living room, and the only view she would have at times like these was my smug face looking down at her. Even as I felt the familiar surge start to build in my balls, she did not stop, maintaining a steady pressure and pace. When I could no longer hold on, I let the explosive pleasure envelop me and the felt the tip of my dick splurge with my hot morning load inside her mouth. I was bucking away, with each fuck bursting out another fountain of cum for her to swallow. When the raging tide had subsided, I let out a long happy sigh. Looking down, I was delighted to see her mouth still attached to my cock and draining down every last drop, a small dibble of my spunk leaking out of the corner of her lips. I did not instruct her to pack up. Instead, I decided to indulge a little more and flopped myself down onto the couch. Her face followed wherever my still hardened rod swayed about, reattaching it back into a deep suction the moment she made contact with the glans.

The cycle started again with my hands resting behind my head, her tits pressed into my thighs and eyes indignantly gazing straight up at me. Normally, I would be getting the married woman to make me cum in her mouth at least once a day. We did not need to exchange any words. I would show up, flash her my cock and she would be slurping up my pre cum almost immediately after. For no other particular rhyme or reason, other than it being a request that no one could resist.

I was long gone before the husband and daughters came home. I could see them in their yard as the expensive looking Mercedes rolled up and the joyous commotion happening inside the house through their first floor windows. No one had been the wiser that I had used the wife's mouth as a cum dump for the past week, and perhaps I would keep using her sweet lips for much longer than that.