“Hiya, angel; want a drink?”

“No dice, bub. I just finished convincing my best friend to lay off the sauce.”

“Smart kid. That stuff is nothing but trouble.”

Julia looked the man up and down. He was older, maybe around thirty? He wore a sharp charcoal gray double-breasted suit with pinstripes, along with a white shirt and a bright red necktie and matching pocket square. Both his patent leather shoes and his dark brilliantine-slicked hair gleamed under the chandeliers. He seemed to be equal parts handsome and dangerous.

“Although we’re not above getting into trouble…” Julia offered, fixing him with her emerald green eyes. Her fiery red hair fell in loose curls over one shoulder.

Now it was Julia’s turn to get the once-over. She was wearing a sage green dress that was sleeveless and deeply cut in the front. As the sharp’s gaze lingered there, Julia felt goose pimples on her arms and her nipples began hardening.

“You know, angel, most broads wear dresses that hide the goods, but I like your style.”

Julia laughed. “I’m delighted to hear it.” She looked around for a moment at the other partygoers, who were by and large politicians and socialites. They were celebrating the fortieth birthday of Mrs. Davenport, the mother of Julia’s best friend Daphne, but the median age of the attendees was closer to Daphne’s father’s age, around fifty. God bless the sisters at Sacred Heart Academy, she thought, for teaching the girls about mean, median, and mode. See how useful mathematics can be?

“Anyway, angel, how would you like to have a private party, just you and me?”

Who is this guy? “Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda tired.”

“Well, I’ve got the cure for that.” He reached into his pocket and casually slid out a small snuffbox.

Cocaine? “Hold on, pal, are you a snowbird?” Julia asked incredulously.

“I’m Jack goddamned Frost, if you want the truth,” he laughed.

“I’ve never tried that,” Julia said quietly. Her face betrayed her internal debate: tell this guy to take a hike, or… “All right, I’m in.” She leaned closer and whispered in his ear “And I’m no angel.”

“Is that so?”

“You’ll see.”

“Come with me, kid. I think I see a washroom with our names on it.”

“Oh, I see it; the one that says ‘Fallen Angel and Jack Frost’.”

“You catch on quick.”

They slipped into a washroom without drawing anyone’s attention and bolted the door. Jack busied himself near the sink with his snuffbox, which opened in half so that the lid rested flush on the countertop. The lid was mirrored on the inside, Julia noticed, just like a compact for powdering your nose. Ha, powdering your nose, she thought, her lips curling into a wry smile.

After a minute’s more fussing, he stood up straight and Julia saw four lines of coke on the mirror. “All right, angel, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He produced a short ivory straw. “You put this in one nostril and pinch the other one closed. I like to exhale first, to get myself ready to inhale, but you gotta be careful not to blow the coke all over the place. Then you place the straw at the near end of the line and—sssnnnrrrrk—” he leaned forward and snorted up the first line, completing his demonstration. He wiped the upper end of the straw with his handkerchief, mostly for show, and handed it to Julia.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. She exhaled, then put the straw up to her right nostril, pinched the left side closed, swooped down, snorted the next line, and stood up quickly.

“Nicely done!” Jack congratulated her.

Julia felt a dusting of icy powder down the back of her throat and gave a small cough. She felt alert and excited. Boy, that was fast.

“Now we switch nostrils and do another line to even things out,” Jack explained. He took the straw and snorted his second line, pinching and rubbing his nose as he stood up. “Oh, that’s good.”

Julia held out her left hand, and Jack wiped the straw for her and handed it over. She blew out of her mouth, then held the straw to her left nostril, pinched her right nostril shut, and snorted her second line. She stood up and wiggled her nose like a bunny. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I could get used to this.

Jack placed the straw on the mirror and asked “How do you feel?”

Julia, her eyes the size of dinner plates, fairly shouted. “Alive! I feel alive!”

“You’re a real live wire, that’s for sure,” Jack laughed.

Julia attempted to give him her sultry, slitted-eyes look. However, because her eyes were wide open to begin with, this served only to remove the crazed look and return them to roughly their normal size.

“Mister Frost. Jack,” she purred. “I would like to thank you for, uh, opening my eyes. Now, let’s open your fly and I’ll suck your cock.”

“Damn, you don’t mess around, do you, angel?”

“I’m the messiest goddamned angel you’re ever going to meet,” Julia hissed as she grabbed his crotch.

“No doubt, no doubt. Say, you’re not jailbait, are you?”

“I’m nineteen years old, and you'd better hurry up and get your cock out before I turn twenty!” Julia snapped.

“Okay, okay, jeez!” Jack laughed as he unbuttoned his fly and fished out his blood-engorged dick. “Here you go, satisfied?”

Julia didn’t waste time on words. She grabbed his turgid cock and pumped it with her hand as she sank onto her knees and sank her mouth onto his stiff cock. The floor was cold, hard tile, and she pointed to the hand towel and snapped her fingers as she bobbed her head gently on the first two inches of his dick. Jack handed her the towel, which she slid under her knees, never breaking rhythm.

“Angel, I’m in heaven, but I think you’re going to hell,” Jack groaned as he stroked her flaming red hair.

Julia’s response was to go a little bit deeper with each thrust until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. She held her head still and laved the underside of his shaft with her tongue until she began to gag. Pulling her head back, she coughed and sputtered as a thick, viscous rope of saliva swung between her lower lip and his raging cockhead.

Recovering quickly, she slurped the spit string into her mouth and looked up at Jack. “Did you see that? I’m going to swallow your fucking cum just like that. And then I want you to go find another guy and send him in here, and I’ll swallow his fucking cum. And then when I’m done with him, send in another one. And another one. I don’t want to stop swallowing cum until I fucking puke!”

Jack was used to back-alley whores talking tough, but this girl was something else! He grabbed the sides of her head, slid his cock into her mouth, and fucked her face like nobody’s business.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck,” Julia croaked as his cock slammed the back of her throat. Just when she started wondering how much more she could take—

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he bellowed as his first spurt of cum exploded into her mouth and down her throat. Julia caught the ridge of his peckerhead behind her lips and sucked her cheeks in.

“Angel! Oh fuck! Aaah!” he babbled as she continued sucking the cum out of his balls through his spasming dick.

When his load was spent, Jack leaned back against the sink and started tidying himself up. Julia leaned back on her haunches and said “That’s one. Go find me number two.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack replied with a gleam in his eye. He closed his snuffbox, pocketed it, and surveyed the room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “Any restrictions?”

“No Irishmen, and no old geezers who might die of a heart attack.”

“Gotcha. Stay put, angel—well, you should probably stand up and stretch your legs. But I’ll get somebody in here in two shakes.”

“Thank you, Mr. Frost,” Julia said demurely.

Jack unlocked the door, opened it quickly, and slipped outside. Julia bolted the door behind him and sat on the toilet while she waited. She heard a high-pitched, muffled voice through the wall of the adjoining washroom. It sounds like this isn’t the only washroom with double occupancy, she observed drily. Two or three minutes went by before—

Knock Knock

“Angel?” Jack’s voice carried through the door.

Julia rose and unlocked the door. Jack ushered in a man with sandy hair who appeared to be in his thirties, nodded once to both of them, smiled unctuously, and closed the door behind him.

“Lock the door and unbutton your fly,” Julia ordered her new beau.

His eyes widened with glee and he did as instructed.

Julia made quick work of him, sucking his long, thin cock for less than five minutes before he jettisoned his load into her eager mouth and she gulped it all down. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stood up, thanked him, and sent him on his way. As he exited, another man sidled in and closed the door behind him. He was balding and appeared to be in his forties.

“Lock the door and pull out your dick,” Julia hissed.

Julia knelt on the towel as he complied, then took his short, fat dick in her mouth and worked it over for a few minutes until he blew his load down her gullet. She rose, wiped her mouth, and kissed him on the cheek before unlocking the door and sending him off. Another man entered, and on it went.

Julia lost track of time and the number of cocks she had sucked—long, short, fat, thin, straight, bent—and the number of loads she had swallowed—salty, sweet, spicy, fruity, bitter, rancid. Well, it’s been at least six, so I’ve probably passed Daphne now, she said to herself with a satisfied smile.

When a tall man who looked to be pushing sixty exited with a spring in his step, Jack slipped back inside and locked the door. “How ya doing, angel? Need another pick-me-up?”

“Oh, Jack, that would be wonderful!” Julia chirped. The main thing coke makes you want to do is… more coke.

“Just give me a minute to get you set up.” He opened the snuffbox and carved two fat lines on the mirror’s surface. “Here ya go,” he snickered as he handed her the ivory straw.

Huff, ssnnrrrrk, cough. Huff, ssnnrrrrk, cough.

“Oh, that’s fucking amazing, Jack!” Julia swooned.

“Are you ready to keep going?”

“Oh, absolutely! Send ‘em in!”

And on it went. Julia sucked another half dozen cocks or so, and drank another half dozen loads of thick, hot cum. She was sitting on the toilet waiting for her next suitor when her stomach began rumbling and gurgling. I didn’t seriously think I could swallow enough cum to make me puke, she marveled. At that moment, she heard arguing in the hallway, then a bit of commotion, then someone pounding on the door.

 Bam! Bam! Bam! “Julia, are you in there? It’s Harvey Davenport! Please open up!”

Jesus fucking Christ!

“Julia?” Bam! Bam! Bam!

Julia crept to the door, slid the bolt open, and opened the door a crack. She noticed that an X had been marked on the doorframe outside.

“Mr. Davenport?”

“Julia, are you decent?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Please let me in.”

Julia opened the door wider and stepped aside so Harvey could enter the washroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. “To keep the others out,” he explained.

Julia slumped onto the toilet, sure that she was in for a lecture.

“Julia, I don’t know the full story, but then again I’m sure you don’t know the full story, either.”

“Mr. Davenport, I can explain. It was my idea, really.”

Harvey gave Julia a funny look. “Please tell me what happened. I promise that I won’t be mad. I just need to know what you think is going on.”

“I met this guy, he called himself Jack Frost. Because he could, um, make it snow.”

“All right, so you two came in here and did a little coke.”

Julia’s eyes flew open. “How did you— I mean—”

“How do I know what ‘snow’ means? Julia, cocaine was legal until 1915, and it certainly didn’t disappear after the Harrison Narcotics Tax Act was passed.” Harvey smiled indulgently. “And I see some traces of it on the countertop here. So tell me what happened next.”

“I, well, I…” Julia fell silent and looked at the floor.

“It’s all right,” Harvey assured her. Indicating the rumpled towel on the floor, he continued “I’m guessing you frenched him?”

Julia nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“It’s all right. I’m not surprised; I know that Daphne and Delilah have been doing their share of frenching, too.”

“Mr. Davenport?”

“Yes?”

“Daphne and Mrs. Davenport are calling it blowing now instead of frenching. I thought you might want to know.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Harvey chuckled. “So then…”

Julia’s cheeks reddened as she recalled what she had said under the first rush of the drug. “I said I wanted to—” She hesitated before continuing. “I wanted to blow a bunch of men. I told him to send them in one after another. Oh my god,” she groaned.

“I promise you that we’re almost done. And that’s all that happened?”

“Well, he came back at one point and gave me some more coke to keep me going.”

“Okay, but no other deals?”

“Deals? What do you mean?”

“Did you see the X chalked outside the door?”

“Yes, I saw it when I let you in.”

“Well, I need to tell you about that. This Jack Frost fellow was spreading the word that there was a girl in the washroom with the X who was willing to french, er, blow anyone—”

“Not just anyone,” Julia defended herself. “I made sure to tell him no Irishmen and no old fossils. Can you imagine if one of my uncles had walked in? Or that vile Judge O’Malley?” She stuck out her tongue in disgust. “No chance!”

“The objection is sustained,” Harvey quipped, then became serious again. “But here’s what he said: the girl was willing to blow anyone, Irishmen and walking cadavers excluded, who paid him five dollars.”

“Paid him?!” Julia shrieked. “He pimped me out, that son of a bitch?” She jumped up with murder in her eyes. “God fucking damn it! Where is he?”

“It’s all right. Take it easy. When I heard the story, I knew it had to be either you or Daphne, and I had seen Daphne with Tommy just a moment earlier. So I rounded up two of your uncles and we knocked some sense into old Jack Frost.”

“Which two?”

“Brian and Seamus,” Harvey grinned.

“Oh, damn.” Julia’s eyes widened. “He’s going to be spitting out teeth, isn’t he?”

“If he’s lucky,” Harvey replied with a grim smile.

Julia processed that for a moment.

“Mr. Davenport, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was kinda jealous that Daphne’s blown more guys than I have, and I think I went a little crazy trying to catch up.”

Harvey nodded sympathetically.

“And then I completely lost count. It must have been ten guys, easily. I think I’m getting a bellyache from all the cum I drank.”

“Oh, I know the feeling!” Harvey said without thinking.

Julia stared at him. “You…”

Harvey sighed. “Well, I know your dirty secrets, so it’s only fair that I tell you mine.”

Julia was intrigued. “Yes?”

“When Delilah is with another man, I— I eat his cum.”

Julia’s mouth fell open. “Mr. Davenport!” she gasped.

“It started this year, on New Year’s Eve, to be precise.”

A sly grin crept across Julia’s face. “You drank the cumshot cocktail, did you?”

Harvey laughed. “No, I didn’t. But Delilah gave me a wet, sloppy kiss after she drank it, so I’m considering that to be the first time.”

“Okay, so when did it happen for real?” Julia asked eagerly.

“February tenth was our twentieth anniversary—”

“Ooh la la, très romantique!”

“Would you like to hear this or not?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be good.”

“A young man, a colleague of mine, stopped by and before the evening was over, Delilah had convinced him to eat my cum out of her, um—”

“What, her pussy?”

“Yes, out of her pussy,” Harvey continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “And then he came all over her tits and she made me lick it up.”

“Oh, she made you do it, hmm?”

“Well, it was certainly her idea to begin with.” With a dreamy look in his eyes, Harvey continued. “But there’s something so erotic about seeing her pleasure another man until he can’t control himself and shoots his cum all over her hot, soft body. She loves the feeling of power, knowing that she was able to do that to him. For him. With him. And I love seeing the proof that she used her sexy body, her mouth, her tits, her pussy in such a filthy—” He stopped abruptly, finally realizing that it was wildly inappropriate to be discussing this with his daughter’s best friend.

Julia was spellbound, and a wet spot had formed on the seat of her dress. “Holy moly, Mr. Davenport. Keep talking.”

Harvey cocked his head, not entirely sure what was happening.

“Mr. Davenport,” Julia began. “I just spent an hour giving countless men orgasms. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to touch myself while you finish your story.”

Harvey hesitated, and Julia arched one eyebrow and slid her skirt up to reveal her cherry-red pussy framed by a small patch of ginger hair above it. Harvey’s eyes popped out. “J-Ju—”

“So you licked his cum off her tits for your anniversary. Then what happened next?” Julia began rubbing her tender clit and pinching one nipple through her dress.

“I— well, the next time was the St. Patrick’s Day party. You were there, of course.”

“Mmm,” Julia hummed in agreement as she continued pleasuring herself. “I sure was. I blew the same two waiters who gave Daphne and Mrs. Davenport those cumshot cocktails. They came all over my tits—”

“By golly, Julia—” Harvey yawped.

“And then your tramp of a daughter showed up just in time to…” Julia paused while she hooked her thumbs into the flimsy shoulder straps of her dress.

“Lick all of their cum…” Julia lowered her thumbs, pulling the straps down over her shoulders.

“Jesus, Julia—”

“Off my cute little tits…” Julia eased the dress lower over her chest.

“J—”

“And then kiss me so I could taste their hot, salty cum.” Julia slid her dress down to her waist, revealing her cute little tits. Not so little, in truth, but very cute all the same.

Harvey, speechless, stared at Julia’s tits as they jutted proudly away from her chest.

“But enough about me. You were saying?” Julia giggled.

Harvey blinked. “Where was I? Oh, St. Patrick’s Day. This time it was my idea, but somehow there were five other men involved.”

“Five? Jesus,” Julia groaned as she plunged two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and pinched her nipple.

“Yes, the whole jazz band. Delilah blew them all, and one of them fucked her between the tits. He was the first one to cum, in her mouth, and Delilah spit it into a champagne glass—”

“I think I see where this is going,” Julia laughed.

“Yep, that glass was for good ol’ Harvey. But it was such a thrill, watching him slide his long cock between her fat tits while she sucked the head, until—”

“Mr. D., would you be a dear and pinch my nipples? I don’t have enough hands.”

“I don’t think—”

“What, you don’t think that would be appropriate?” Julia laughed. “I think we’re way past that. Now please pinch my tits so I can get myself off. Pretty please?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“All right, I suppose it can’t do any more harm,” Harvey conceded as he stood in front of her. He took a deep breath and then placed his hands on Julia’s fresh, firm tits. She squirmed with pleasure and began using both hands to touch herself, plunging the two fingers of her right hand into her hot pussy while rubbing her clit with her left hand.

“Go on,” she coaxed him.

“She handed me the glass and told me to drink it, and I did. God, it sent a fire through me.” He began pinching each of Julia’s hard, rosy nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them gently.

“A-And the others?” Julia had a hitch in her voice as she moved closer to reaching her climax. “You didn’t s-stop there,” she guessed.

“Well, because both Delilah and Daphne’s dresses were soaked, we went home early. Daphne went to have a hot bath. I peeled Delilah’s dress off and licked the dried cum off her tits and stomach. You know, it makes her skin feel a bit sticky when it’s dried, but when you mix it with saliva, it becomes slippery again.” He turned his hands so that his knuckles were facing her and grasped her taut nipples between the knuckles of his first and second fingers, gently pulling her nipples away from her body.

“Be-Believe me,” Julia panted. “I know all about th-that.” She was rubbing herself furiously now.

“So, both of their dresses were ruined, but we got one final use out of them.”

“Wh-Which was?”

“We strained a pitcher of water through them, to reconstitute the dried cum residue so I could drink it. That Saturday, Delilah brought me a glass of cloudy water to drink, every hour at the top of the hour. Then she rewarded me with a kiss when I finished the glass. When I had finished the pitcher, she pulled down her dress and let me lick her nipples.”

Julia momentarily stopped masturbating as she absorbed this information. “Jesus, Mr. D., that was ten loads of cum altogether! You’re almost as bad as I am,” she laughed brightly and started working her pussy again. “Is that the end of the s-story?”

“It is for now.”

“Good, because god damn it, Mr. D., I need you to eat my pussy!”

Harvey didn’t bother to protest. He released Julia’s buoyant tits and knelt in front of the toilet. She spread her legs wide to grant him access to her throbbing teenaged cunt. He leaned in and inhaled the sweet fragrance before flicking his tongue against her swollen clit. Julia pinched her nipples with both hands and began a long low moan that rose in a crescendo. This went on for less than a minute before she screamed and began convulsing, holding his head in place as she ground her gushing pink pussy against his face.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!” she wailed as her body bucked and heaved. “Jesus! Fucking! Christ!”

Harvey came up for air and then dove back in, licking Julia’s trim labia and kissing her springy tuft of red hair as she returned from her astral journey.

“Holy. Moly. That was the cat’s pajamas,” Julia said in a daze as she pulled her dress up over her breasts and adjusted her shoulder straps. “Thanks, Mr. D. I needed that.”

Harvey smiled nervously.

“Hey, Mr. D., do you think Uncle Brian and Uncle Seamus took Jack Frost’s money?”

“Actually, he handed it to me before they escorted him down the back stairs. When he realized you were part of the Culligan family, he knew he’d made a mistake. A big mistake, possibly his last mistake. So he was eager to do whatever he could to try to make amends.”

“How much did he give you?”

“Let’s see,” Harvey said as he pulled a wad of five-dollar bills out of his coat pocket. “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty…” he trailed off and continued counting silently as Julia watched his hands and counted along. “Sixty,” he concluded.

“So sixty divided by five means twelve paying customers?” Julia proposed.

“It sure seems that way. The sisters at Sacred Heart should be proud of the mathematical education they provided,” Harvey teased.

“And is that my money, then?” Julia continued, ignoring his attempt at humor.

“Well, let’s see,” Harvey the economics professor took over. “If you accept this money, then you are receiving payment for sexual services rendered, which would make you, technically—”

“A prostitute, I get it,” Julia laughed. “But at least I get to keep all my earnings. Tax free?”

“Probably, although there are cases working their way up through the courts that may change that. It’s possible that illegal income will be taxable in the near future.”

“Mr. D., I want to thank you.”

“Oh, I was glad to do it.” Harvey’s face reddened slightly. “To take care of that Jack Frost character, that is.”

“Well, here’s the deal. Before tonight, I had blown seven guys. Now I’ve blown a dozen more, which gets me to nineteen. I would really like to make it an even twenty, and since you’ve eaten my pussy, I figure it would be all right for me to…” Julia finished in a throaty whisper. “...suck your cock.”

Harvey shrugged. “In for a penny, in for a pound, hmm?”

“I’d say so,” Julia giggled. “But look, I swear I won’t tell Daphne. It will be our little secret.” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper. “That you gave me my first orgasm.”

“What? By golly, I had no idea.”

“So let me give you one.”

“We’d better hurry. We’ve been in here for a long time.”

“We’ll say you were consoling me because I was very upset. And we were discussing the legal ramifications.”

“All during my wife’s birthday party. Did you notice that she hired the same band from St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Jesus, Mr. D., you two sure keep busy,” Julia laughed. “Now hurry up and let me suck your cock!”

Harvey unbuttoned his suspenders so he could pull down his pants and get them completely out of the way. Julia rubbed his crotch and hummed a little tune while he worked the buttons. When he finished, she tore down his pants and drawers, her eyes lighting up as she watched his cock grow longer and harder. Taking it in her hand, she caressed it lightly. Then, glancing at the sink, she had an idea. She worked up some saliva, spat it onto her palm, and coated his cock with it.

“Mr. D., I want you to rub your cock in the coke powder.”

Harvey barked out a laugh and flopped his cock onto the countertop, sweeping up the powder with his damp dick. He turned and faced Julia once more.

Julia smiled hungrily and guided Harvey’s coked-up cock to its inviting target. He moaned as he entered her warm, wet mouth, and put his hand on the top of her head, caressing her curls. She slid her lips up and down his stiff dick, stroking his shaft with one hand and cradling his hairy balls with the other. Her lips were somehow tingly and numb at the same time, and her teeth felt like they were coated with hoar frost. Whore frost, she smiled to herself.

The two of them continued in that way for a while, each lost in their own private world but also together, sharing a tender moment in time and space. Making love, Harvey thought briefly, then tried to push the thought from his mind.

“Julia?”

“Mmm?”

“Have you ever been fucked between the tits?”

She popped her mouth off his cock, which bounced as it came free. “Why, Mr. Davenport, I do declare!” she retorted in her famous Southern belle accent. “I have never, ever, had a gentleman be so bold!”

“So, no?”

“No, Mr. D.,” she replied in her regular voice. “But if you ask me that again tomorrow…”

Harvey grinned. “This is wonderful, you sucking it, but I think the head of my dick is desensitized. I may need the visual stimulation of seeing my spitty dick between your cute little tits.”

“Okay, but only if you kiss me while you’re doing it.”

“And taste your dirty cocksucking breath?”

“Yes sir. I sucked fourteen cocks tonight, including yours.”

“Hang on, I thought I was number thirteen!” Harvey protested. “That was the whole point of this: seven plus thirteen equals twenty.”

“Well, I kinda forgot; Jack Frost, may he rest in peace, probably didn’t pay himself five bucks before he started running his little hustle. So adding him to the total makes you number fourteen,” Julia giggled.

“I give up.”

“Just fuck my tits, Mr. D.” Julia rolled her eyes as she scooted forward on the toilet seat and slipped the top of her dress down again.

Harvey sighed and did as instructed, slipping his hard, veiny cock between Julia’s soft, smooth tits. He gently held them in his hands and began pistoning his hips.

“How’s your stomach feeling, anyway?”

“Better, now that it’s had some time to settle. Thank you for asking.” She paused, watching the head of her best friend’s father’s cock slide up and down between her pale boobs. “I don’t think I should swallow any more cum tonight, though.”

“Oh, no?”

“No. I think you had better cum on my tits instead.”

Harvey’s legs buckled.

“Hey, Mr. D., you’re supposed to be kissing me!”

Harvey leaned down, and Julia craned her neck until their mouths met in a passionate embrace that tasted like fourteen sweaty cocks. And thirteen loads of salty cum. And a dusting of cocaine. And one virgin pussy.

“Mmm, Mr. D., my pussy tastes pretty good, too!”

“It certainly does, Julia! It certainly does.”

You know, I think it smells kind of like the shavings in a pencil sharpener,” Julia said dreamily as Harvey continued fucking her firm, hot tits. “I wish I’d known that when I was still in school; I would have volunteered to empty the sharpeners every day.”

“I’ve never really noticed. I’ll have to check tomorrow when I get to my office.”

“And then you can think of me whenever you sharpen your pencil.” She felt Harvey’s grip tighten slightly. “Are you getting close?”

“I think so.”

“Good.” Julia looked up at Harvey and bit her lip.

Harvey started pounding his cock between her tits at an increasing pace while she encouraged him with the seductive face she had practiced for hours in her bedroom mirror.

“J-Ju—”

“That’s it, Mr. D.! Cum on my tits! Cum on my tits!”

Harvey’s first salvo hit Julia under the chin, where it was followed by seven more thick jets of hot, creamy sperm. He ranted and roared as he unloaded the full contents of his nutsack onto her throat, sternum, and exquisite titties.

“Jesus, Mr. D.!” Julia laughed, looking down. “What is this, Niagara Falls?”

“Yes, and you’re the Maid of the Mist,” Harvey played along.

“Just call me Misty.” Julia flashed a devilish smile and squeezed her arms at her sides so that her tits jutted out even further. “Well, I hope you’re thirsty, Mr. D.!”

Harvey laughed and bent down, licking his steaming cum off Julia’s pert tits.

“Swallow it, Mr. D. Then come here and kiss me. I wanna taste it.”

Harvey kissed Julia deeply, their tongues dancing, then returned to her slippery chest. He licked the remaining trails, slathering the cum onto Julia’s nipples, which had somehow escaped the onslaught. He finally lapped it all up, swallowing his own slimy cum with gusto. They kissed again, while Harvey pressed his deflating penis between Julia’s sticky tits one last time.

“You’d better rinse your beard before you leave,” Julia observed.

“Oh, good idea. Thank you.” Harvey stepped back and began pulling up his pants.

“So, Mr. D., I’ll take that seventy bucks now,” Julia said casually.

“Seventy? Don’t you mean sixty?” Harvey replied, puzzled.

“Oh, you think you get a freebie?” Julia laughed as she shook her chest side to side, making her titties bounce. “I blow you and let you fuck my cute little tits? That’s definitely worth ten bucks right there.”

“All right, all right, you win!” Harvey laughed as he got out his billfold. “Let me find a ten.”

“Gosh, that’s a lot of fifties, Mr. D. What do you need all those for?”

“I have a feeling I’ll need them to pay the band later. Delilah hired them for what she called a special performance.”

“Jesus, Mr. D.!”