I can’t stop until I cum!

I hear a smack and Rachel’s loud moan. I look up at her. Her satin shirt is untucked and hiked above her breasts. Her bra is missing. The man is kneading her soft tits roughly. The side of her left tit is turning red. Rachel’s mouth is open, head still leaned back against the man’s shoulder. She whispers something into his ear. He slaps her other tit hard. She moans sharply then bites her lip as her flesh bounces, dancing through a dozen elongated shapes. He gropes her roughly again, then grabs her nipples between thumb and forefingers. Her breath hitches as he pinches and pulls them outward, stretching out her massive udders by half a foot. She squirms while trying to watch what lewd things he is doing to her body. She squirms and whimpers.

“He is really good at that, isn’t he?” The woman in black continues talking low in her smokey voice. “He really knows how to please your wife.” The woman gives up on directing Rachel’s mindless feet. She leaves them to rest on my thighs, occasionally squirming and wriggling.

“He will make her cum like that, just from her tits." My server runs the back of her fingernail from between my balls up the shaft, then takes it in her hand. She gives it a few long strokes and licks her lips. "When your wife was here last weekend, she came at least four times.” I see Rachel whisper into the man’s ear again. He grins and smacks both of her tits, harder. She yelps, hands clawing at the edge of the table.

“I think she is too occupied to take care of you now. Don’t feel bad, let me care of you instead.” I look back to the dirty talking server. She bends forward, maintaining eye contact with me. Her face hovers over my twitching boner and Rachel’s flexing feet. The woman opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out. A clear pool of saliva slides down her tongue, then drips down in slow strings to my cock. Her tongue moves in circles, wrapping the wet strings around the glans. She lowers her head closer. “Do you think it’s okay with your wife if I taste it now?” Rachel’s toes splay out as a long moan comes from her side of the table. I don’t even look up. I nod. She licks toward my cock, just missing. “Are you sure?” I nod emphatically.

She moves agonizingly slowly. Millimeter by millimeter, she lowers her head, her hair spilling across my balls, sending electricity through my body. I feel her hot breath as her mouth opens around my pulsating fuckstick without touching it. She reaches out and places my hand on the back of her head, looking up at me with wanton eyes. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, extending her tongue and opening her throat. I grip the hair at the base of her neck and pull her down. My shaft finally presses against her wet muscle, her lips closing around me, steadily going deeper, letting her taste every rib and vein. I feel throat resist, I put my other hand behind her head and pull harder. Her throat gives way. I keep up the pressure until her tongue is against my balls, wiggling side-to-side to stimulate them both. I flex my cock when I’m in her face as far as I can go. She is trying to look at me but her eyes keep rolling back as she convulses. I let her up. She coughs, eyes watering, then smiles at me. She opens her mouth again, thick mucus drenches my cock and balls. “Gah, yes! I’m such a cock whore. Keep fucking my face. A slut like me doesn’t need to breathe.” I ram her head down again, impaling her throat over and over. She gags and tears stream as she makes wet throat noises.

“Gwwa...gwaa...gwaa...gwa...gwwaaaa”

I look across the table. Rachel is kissing the man deeply, moaning into his mouth. She invites his tongue in and sucks on it, bobbing on it like a cock. He has one of her tits in his left hand squeezing it roughly as if he were milking it. His right hand is down between her legs under the table. Rachel is reaching back awkwardly, trying to access his engorged meat. Her hand frantically grips and tugs at his pants, unable to get a good angle. She groans with frustration.

I’m still slamming my cock into the hungry whore’s mouth. She is going limp. I pull her head off the meal I’m feeding her and she gasps. Her eyes are dazed and mucus pours down her face and makes dark blotches on her tight black shirt. After several seconds she seems to remember who she is. Her voice is weak. “Fuck, yes! I'm so wet. Do it again. Shoot your load down my throat.” She dives for my veiny rod again. Fifteen deep, gagging thrusts later, I blast a torrent of cum straight into her stomach, while her eyes glaze over again.

{if Edge >= 60}My aching balls launch a ridiculous amount of cum into the toilet in a series of wet splashes.

{elseif Edge = 0}My nearly empty balls manage a small cum spurt into the toilet.

{else}I spurt several rounds of cum into the toilet.

{endif}Time to get back to work.