I had been musing so much over how lucky I was to have this delicious piece man meat in mouth, that I had lost track of time and had been ignorant to Kevin’s warnings.
“Maisie!” he shouted. “I’m going to blow!”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he gently gripped the sides of my head and pulled me further onto his cock, until it was touching the back of my throat. I felt his penis begin to pulse. His first volley of semen hit me directly at the back of my throat. A warm splatter that invoked my gag reflex and caused me to almost choke. I had just enough time to recover my composure, before he squirted again. His second rope of semen slid along my tongue and I was able to swallow it more easily. A warm, salty combination. Strange, but surprisingly not unpleasant.
I continued to suck him until his cock stopped jerking and bouncing on my tongue.
When I was sure that his orgasm had ceased, I gave his crown one more suck and lick, to clean him up.
He relinquished his grip on my head and took a step back as I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to fall out.
“Holy cow, Maisie!” he exclaimed. “I haven’t had a blow job like that before. It was amazing. It’s been so long, I had almost forgotten what it was like.”
“Not bad for an oldie, huh?” I replied, with a cheeky grin on my face.
He smiled and nodded.
“Well,” I said. “Now that we’ve got your first load out of the way, maybe we should concentrate on the good stuff. But I was wondering if you could do one small favour for me.”
“Anything,” he replied, eagerly.
“Would you be interested in feasting yourself on my pussy?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you were going to ask,” he replied. “I’ve been wondering what you’ve got down there.”
I sat back on the couch and spread my thighs as wide as my body would allow. I think he could clearly see that expanding wetness in my gusset. But I didn’t want to remove them myself. I was curious to see how he would deal with them.
Before Kevin came along, I had a lot of time on my hands between shifts. The male members of staff at the hotel are either married, gay or just not my type. So I spent a lot of time masturbating whilst watching porn or reading online erotica. I read about men and women who got together and either he would rip her panties off or gently pull them down over her thighs to her ankles. The man would sometimes sniff them, or lick them, before discarding them. Sometimes he would stuff them in the woman’s mouth, or pull them over his head and over his own nose and mouth.
Some of those things I mentioned didn’t do anything for me. I wouldn’t want, for example, Kevin to stuff my soaking panties into my mouth, but I would probably be turned on if he sniffed them or pulled over his face.
Kevin kneeled on the carpet, in front of the couch and between my thighs. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck and shoulders, slowly moving down until he reached my breasts and once more he sucked each teat into his mouth and chewed on the nipple. My juices began to flow again, soaking my panties and producing tiny electric shocks throughout my body. I felt his hand moving along my right thigh until it reached the leg of my panties. His whole hand moved across my crotch and up and over my soaking underwear.