Erin wants her throat fucked*

Erin lifts her head a little. “Fuck my throat,” she says. Her voice is husky; her tone is urgent.

“What?” I ask incisively.

“Fuck my throat,” she repeats. She arranges herself with her head hanging off the foot of the bed. “I used to love doing this in college. Let’s see if I still remember how. I want you to blow your load down my throat. I love the feeling of a cock pulsing in my throat, and the spray of warm cum.”

“OK,” I say. I line up my dick and place it between Erin’s lips.. She licks my knob salaciously.

I drive my slowly into her mouth. I can feel her swallowing it, taking the head into her throat. She takes me deep enough that my balls touch her face. I pull all the way out and ask, “Anything you want to tell me?”

“You don’t need to go slow,” Erin purrs. “Fuck my little throat like you fucked my little pussy.”

I thrust into her mouth again. I sheath my cock to the hilt in her face. I can’t quite believe she really wants it hard, so I start off at a moderate pace. She takes me easily, though. Her noises sound like she’s enjoying herself. One hand is working busily in her twat while the other squeezes one of her tits. I give it to her harder. Erin frigs herself harder.

It isn’t long before I feel my balls ready to boil over. “I’m gonna cum!” I growl. A moment later, I erupt with a roar, painting Erin’s throat with my cream. Judging from the way her body stiffens up, it appears that triggers her own climax.

*******

We cuddle on the bed for a while. I’m on my back with Erin draped across me. “Thank you for cumming down my throat,” she murmurs. “I’ve missed that.”

“Thank you for doing that for me,” I reply. “That position was a new experience for me.”

“So you don’t regret fucking an old broad?” That a little timidly.

“Old my ass,” I snort rudely. “Or better”—I reach down to grope one of her cheeks—“your ass, which is quite nice and not an old broad’s ass at all. No, you’re a sexy woman. Your looks aren’t going, they’re ripening.”

Erin is silent for a long while. “I like that way of thinking about it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for being such a hot fuck.” She giggles. “I’d better get going,” I say reluctantly. “I should be in my apartment in case anyone needs to find me, and it would be really bad to be in your bed when your husband tries to climb into it.”