Laura comes up for air

‘She’s… she…’ James groped for words, ‘she probably won’t want a starter. She already ate…’

‘Seems that way…’ Bekki said with a mischievous smile, before turning around an making off towards the kitchens.

James watched her go as a final bulging spasm of his monster junk made a heavy rope of spunk belch out of his cockend into Laura’s mouth. He could see nothing other than the pristine tablecloth in front of him. Laura wasn’t exactly quiet in consuming the pulsing shots of semen that were jetting out of his fuckpiece underneath the table, but the deception would pass at a glance, and he gritted his teeth as his mega-schlong pumped a final lasso of thick loin yoghurt into Laura’s mouth.

When it was over, he released a long, sustained breath. He hadn’t unloaded since Laura had sucked him off in the car. That was a full fifteen minutes ago.

Laura’s blonde head appeared once again opposite him at the other end of the table.

‘Laura, I…’

Miss Hart flapped her hands at him to be quiet.

Pulling a wine glass towards her, she released, with an audible slobbering sound, an incredibly thick, ropey white liquid mass of goo into it, the thick, opaque sluice of cum splattering around the goblet, bubbling in the middle and frothing at the top.

‘P-TOOOO!’ with the elegance of a nineteenth-century longshoreman, the divine hardbody spat the remains of James’s ejaculate into the glass.

People were now definitely looking at them.

‘What?’ said Laura obliviously to James.

‘Nothing, it’s just you’ve got… you’ve got a bit…’

‘What? On me?’

Laura’s eyes were pantomiming ‘where’? as James indicated various parts of her face.

‘On your… on your… your chin…’ James said, finally defeated. Laura was just being Laura, fucking with him.

‘Where?’ Laura said, continuing the pantomime. ‘Here? On my chin?’

James snorted and just let himself enjoy it. Laura picked up a shiny spoon and examined herself in the back of it.

‘O,’ she said, ‘there.’

All the theatre was just to draw attention to the fact that she had a Santa’s beard of cum.

‘You have a Santa’s beard of cum,’ James said.

‘I have a Santa’s beard of cum,’ Laura agreed.

An incredibly lumpy strand of heavy semen roped from her chin onto her massive, almost naked, tits. There was a splat as it smacked against the taut flesh of her inner cleavage. Other strands dangled from various places on her jaw. Laura put her index finger around one and twirled it absentmindedly. She smacked her lips together and let another white blob emerge from her mouth, slide over her chin and extrude downwards.

‘I thought you said you’d be wearing my cum at the end of the night?’ James said, ‘we haven’t ordered starters yet.’

‘Well I don’t intend on getting cleaned up, if that’s what you mean,’ Laura said, ‘cheers.’

They clinked glasses. Beer and cum. Laura downed hers.

‘So I –‘

Laura cut her new colleague short by belching rambunctiously across the table at him.

‘Your cum is incredibly tasty. Want to pull it out and shoot it right in my mouth, right now, stud?’

‘Laura I’ve literally just, not thirty seconds ago, ejaculated right down your throat.’

‘So what?’

‘Laura, it’s civvie street…’

‘O, that,’ Laura waved a hand dismissively, ‘big fucking deal. You’ve got a sixteen inch cock. Enjoy it. Let everyone enjoy it!’

‘I’m going to need some new trousers.’ James said, glumly thinking about egress already.

‘Trousers schmousers,’ Laura said. Then her persona changed. She was still and reflective for a moment. James looked across the table, the gorgeous bimbo whore’s cum-flecked face shining in the subdued lamplight of the restaurant, impossibly huge, bowling-ball, tanned, tight round tits perched on the table in front of her. ‘The only way you leave this restaurant is without those trousers on.’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ James said. He took a sip of beer.

‘Look around you, James. Look at me.’

‘Yes. What.’

‘Do you see these?’ Laura lifted up her arms and flexed her pecs. Her monster cans twerked on her torso.’

‘I can’t really miss them to be quite honest Laura.’

‘You know what I am to men? I can make any man come up to me right now and lick your cum off my tits. Even if they don’t want to. I can do it because they will do anything for me. They’ll do it in front of everyone.’

‘And?’ James didn’t see the logic.

‘Your fucking cum-crusher makes you the equivalent to me. The male equivalent. One look at what you’ve got and every woman in the world would cream herself. If you got that fucking thing out here, I guarantee you, civvie street or not, we’d have a full on School-style orgy on our hands.’

'I hope you're not suggesting that,' James said. 'Seems a little risky.'

'Well, we haven't had our starters yet,' Laura said, 'but maybe you should take a look around here...'