I heard Emily knock on the door and holler, “3 minutes!”
The pussy eater jumped, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back into my pussy. I was building towards the biggest orgasm he had given me yet, and maybe the biggest one of the night so far! You know that I can squirt when I am really fucking horny and this guy was going to make me squirt! I knew he wanted to keep it secret from the other guys what he had done to me, but if I squirted on him, I would soak his shirt and vest and it would pretty well blow his cover. I told him he was going to make me squirt. I grabbed a handful of paper towels and shoved them at him.
Just then, Emily knocked on the door and said, “Times up!”
I grabbed his head and told him, “Ignore that bitch! Make me cum!”
And then he did! I’ve said that I screamed about some of the other orgasms I had before this one, but on this one, I made a sound that even I don’t know where it came from. It sounded like a long, low, guttural, growl, and it was LOUD! I felt my belly muscles tense up so hard I thought I would break myself in two! Then the spasms hit me and I started squirting a couple of hot steady streams of orgasmic fluids out of my pussy! He held the paper towels in between my legs, soaking the towels, and stopping the hot juices from hitting him. What the paper towels didn’t soak up, went onto the vanity under my ass, soaked into my skirt, and ran down the front of the vanity. Much of it splashed all over the inside of my thighs and soaked into my stockings. I made a mess! Or maybe, I should say, he made a mess!
When I was done, my pussy eater, pushed his chair back and stood up. He helped me down off the vanity, my knees were still a little wobbly from the intense orgasm, and maybe from the excessive alcohol. He steadied me for several seconds, until I could stand on my own. Then I got more paper towels and tried to wipe off the vanity and dry up myself as much as possible. While I was doing that, he was washing his face in the sink, and I thought, maybe that’s why this guy doesn’t have a beard like a lot of bikers.
When we were both done cleaning up, I turned around, pulled him to me, and I gave him a hot, passionate kiss, then told him, “Thank you! That was wonderful! But I hate that you didn’t get off, what can I do for you? You want some pussy, or a blow job? I’ll give ya more time.”
“Oh, I didn’t go without anything. I jerked off while I was eating you and it was wonderful too,” he explained.
I hadn’t even noticed that he was jerking off at the same time he was eating me. His tongue and mouth work on my pussy was so good, a freight train could have come through that bathroom and I wouldn’t have noticed!
When I went back out onto my bar stool, Emily looked at me and I think this time she was looking at me a little differently, like she couldn’t believe I was so “into this” after so many hours and so many men. But too, she seemed to be a bit amused.
“You smell like you been fucking,” she said!
“Not that time,” I said with a smile as I tipped up a shot.
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