Halftime
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"Hey Leo!" George called from the den.
"Hey, yourself!"
"Want a dick in your mouth?"
"Again? I thought you were watching the game."
"It's halftime."
"Just watch the cheerleaders and jerk off."
"I have been. That's why I want the blowjob."
"Well when you put it like that..." I pulled a pretty blue bra out of my dresser--panties wouldn't stay on long enough to even bother with them--and quickly slipped it on. I'm not gurly or femme, I just love wearing sexy lingerie when I'm slutting it up. It's a kink, not a lifestyle. I sat at the foot of the bed.
George came into my bedroom. He had left his robe back in the den, and his half-hard prick led the way. Even at half-mast, it was a nice cock, seven and a half inches long and about an inch and a half thick. I was already salivating.
He didn't even break stride, just walked straight towards me until his dick was halfway down my throat. He held my head with both hands as he pumped in and out of my mouth.
I spread my legs wider and put a hand on his ass to pull him closer. My other hand was stroking my own cock, the tip leaving smears of pre-cum on my navel.
"You like that, bitch?" George grunted. "Like sucking that big cock?"
Why do dentists always wait until they've stuck something in your mouth before they start asking questions?
I made a "mmm-hmmm" noise and kept slobbering all over that prick. My tongue slicked up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the underside just behind the head. George held onto my head tighter and started thrusting faster.
"I know what you want, you whore," he said. "Are you ready?"
I nodded enthusiastically, and he pulled out of my mouth, streams of spit trailing between his dick and my tongue like cheese on a pizza slice.
He wrapped a hand around his prick and jerked faster and faster. He rose up on his toes and unleashed blast after blast of hot salty cum across my face and chest.
I felt the thick sperm clinging to my nose, cheeks, and lips. A couple of big drops were smeared across the lace on one of my bra cups.
I felt my balls tighten up, and I laid on my back just as I came, shooting stickiness all over my stomach and chest.
George squeezed a last few droplets onto my cock and watched as I ran my hand through the assorted puddles and licked my fingers clean.
There was the distant sound of a whistle from the den.
"Game's back on!" George said. "Good timing!" He hustled back to the den as I reached for a towel.
God I love being a cum dump.
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