Touching Them

Of course I went to Amanda's house again the next morning. And again that afternoon. Just this quickly, our encounters became scripted -- I would walk in and find her. I'd tell her to take off her shirt, then grope her tits.

An aside about her tits: they were fantastic. They were small, sure, but very perky and firm, and fit nicely in my hand. She didn't seem to mind what I did, so I played with them, squeezed them, kissed them, and even gently pinched her nipples. Perfect tits, 10/10, as long as you don't mind them small.

After a grope or two I'd have her follow me to the living room, where I'd sit on the couch and have her blow me. Some days I'd cum on her face, but I found on the whole I preferred to cum in her mouth, so that's what I did most of the time. Then, I'd leave. No "thank you" or cuddling or whatever people do in normal relationships -- I'd just zip up and walk out. Amanda didn't seem to mind.

I had no idea what she could be getting out of our encounters, other than a selfie each time.

I did get her my number and she forwarded all the selfies to me. I especially loved the facial selfies, both because the image itself was hot and degrading, but made more so by the the knowledge that she took it herself. She had to see herself, covered in cum, to take that photo... amazing.

After several days of this, I got a little careless.

One afternoon I walked in through the sliding door in the back. "Show me your tits, slut!" I called out as I rounded the corner to the kitchen.

Amanda was standing at the kitchen counter, talking on the phone.

I was mortified as I heard her say, "Yes, dear." She was talking to her husband, Steven!

Amanda, though, just smiled at me. Then she said, "I have to go, dear. Jason is here for a blowjob and I can't leave him waiting. I'll call you back." Then she hung up and started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Oh my god..." I choked out.

She led me to the couch, where, as usual, she knelt between my legs. "How about a facial today?" she asked with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, as she started jerking my cock.

"You... you..."

"Cheating whore?" she asked.

"You cheating whore!"

"So how about that facial?" she asked again. "Make it really nasty today. You could do something filthy... cum in my hair. Or glue my eye shut!"

I rolled my head back. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Jerk me into your mouth," I said. "No sucking. And I want to see the cum on your tongue!" I had seen photos like that in porn and wanted to see one in real life.

"Anything, Jason," she said. She continued jerking my cock and then reached up with her other hand and gently massaged first my balls, and the sensitive area just behind them. "A big load in my whore mouth and a photo to prove it. Any time you like. No time is inconvenient, you can come dump a load on my face before bed tonight if you want..."

She leaned forward and put my head in her mouth as I came hard. After a few moments, when she was sure my orgasm was over, I felt her tongue on the tip of my cock, cleaning up the final bits. Then she leaned back and opened her mouth. My cum was clearly visible on her tongue, and I watched as she took a selfie, forwarded it to me, and then swallowed.

"Now you get out of here," she said, smiling up at me. "And come back when you're horny again."