Several days passed without an email from Daddy, about another appointment. I did receive confirmation for my flight to Cancun from Kim and had stopped by to pay the balance of my ticket. My passport was in order, so other than packing this coming Thursday, all the arrangements were complete.

I took time to visit the website of that porn star Randy spoke to me about, and sure enough, I was not only impressed with the size of his tool but with the enormous load of cum he produced. Many a co-star has been seen covered with his thick, sticky facial money shots. I signed up for a trial membership and sent him a message explaining that I'd be interested in hiring him for Randy's and my enjoyment. I didn't expect a reply.

Sunday afternoon was sunny and warm, for the season, so I decided to get a little sun to have at least a base before I went out into the intense sun of Cancun the following weekend. Dressed in a pair of shorts that were probably too short and a skimpy tank top, I headed out to the patio and sat down on one of the lounge chairs. The sun was warm, and in no time, I could feel its tanning effects.

"Afternoon, Margaret," a male voice said from a distance.

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. It was my neighbor Chuck, who, as usual, was outside doing his lawn and garden thing.

I waved at him, "Hiya, Chuck."

As always, Chuck was standing on the property line, and I wondered how long he'd been there watching me before greeting me.

"Getting some late-season sun?" he asked.

I smiled at him, "Something like that."

"You be careful. It's still intense enough to give you a nasty burn," Chuck commented.

I could feel the heat on my flesh and knew Chuck was right.

"I guess I should put some sunscreen on," I commented.

Chuck grinned, then replied, "Need someone to rub it into your back?"

Chuck had been looking for a reason to get close enough to touch me for the longest time, and I decided to have a little fun with my older neighbor.

"Would you be kind enough to do that, sweetie?" I asked.

His broad smile confirmed that he'd not only be kind enough but horny enough also.

"Let me run inside and grab a bottle of lotion," I said as Chuck stepped across the property line.

While inside, I made sure to tweak my nipples so they would invitingly poke at the cotton fabric of my tank top when I returned.

Chuck's eyes got saucer size when I slipped through the patio door carrying a bottle of sunblock and sporting a pair of erect nipples.

"Where's the little woman this afternoon?" I questioned him, knowing he'd never have the nerve to cross the line into my yard unless his wife was away.

"She's at a baby shower for a friend's daughter," he explained, "Won't be home till after seven."

As I sat down on the edge of the lounge chair, I smiled, "So when the cat's away, the mice will play?"

He just grinned and took the lotion from me.

"Always ready to help a neighbor like you, Margaret," he commented as he walked behind me.

"You're a dear," I replied with a sexy tone of voice.

I heard lotion squirting, and instantly, his rough, callused hand was applying lotion to my shoulder.

"Such strong hands," I commented as Chuck spread lotion on my shoulder and then down my back to the fabric of my tank top.

His hand moved slowly across, then up to coat the other shoulder.

"Don't forget the front," I reminded him.

He squirted a little more lotion in his palm, then returned it to my shoulder, slowly moving his hand down the front and onto the soft skin of my breast. His fingers lingered as he neared the top of my tank top, and I felt him apply a little more pressure with his fingertips.

"You should use both hands," I suggested.

He was standing directly behind me, and after rubbing lotion into his other hand, he began again at my shoulders, slowly moving down onto the top of my breasts. Again, I felt the increased pressure of his fingertips as they met at the very top of my cleavage. I knew he wanted to slide his fingers down between my tits into the soft confines of my cleavage, but I didn't encourage him.

Once he'd rubbed the lotion into my soft skin, he asked, "Do you want me to do your legs too?" His voice reflected that he was seriously aroused at touching such soft, willing skin.

I spun around to face him, "I think I can reach my legs, thanks. But if you'd like a beer, there are some in the fridge."

"Love one," Chuck replied.

He hurried to my kitchen as I began spreading lotion on my legs.

For an old guy, Chuck moves pretty fast, and in seconds, he is back, taking a seat on the lounge next to mine, facing me.

As I reached down to soothe lotion around my ankles, my tank top hung open, giving him a chance to look into the deep, soft cleavage he wanted to touch so badly.

I heard him softly sigh as I lingered on my ankles, knowing he'd not seen such sexy tits for many years. As I slid my hands up to my knees and looked into his face, his eyes were focused on my tits.

"You know Chuck, I'd have sworn you were a legs man," I commented.

He looked up from my chest and, with a flushed face, replied, "Normally, I am a legs man, but I've never seen sweeter tits."

I grinned and answered, "What a nice compliment."

I slowly started moving my hands along my thighs, curving my sexy fingers between them and spreading lotion on the soft flesh of my inner thighs. His eyes followed my fingers as they reached the fabric of my short shorts just inches below the camel toe of material pressing my pussy lips apart.

I leaned forward, letting my hands slide to mid-thigh, then looked directly into his flushed face.

"You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you?" I asked.

He grinned, then replied, "Peg, I've wanted to fuck you since the first moment I laid eyes on you."

"But what about Millie and all the other gossip bitches in the neighborhood," I asked?

His broad smile let me know he could care less about his wife or the other wives on the block. "Like you said, when the cat's away, the mice will play."

I sat back a little and looked him over. He was at least sixty-five, gray hair and partly balding, his pudgy belly resulting from too many beers over the years. But he had the lust of a twenty-year-old in his eyes.

I had allowed him across the property line only to tease him a little, but the look in his eyes made me think he could be the kind of man I might very well be escorting next weekend in Mexico. Perhaps Chuck could serve as practice if I had to work extra hard to arouse my weekend client.

I stood up and stepped toward him, my knees touching his as he gazed into my face.

"Well, since you've wanted me for that long," I whispered, reaching down for his rough, callused hand.

As I led him toward the patio door, I asked, "Does Millie let you cum in her mouth?"

"You are kidding; she doesn't even do oral sex," Chuck quickly admitted.

We stepped through the door. I stopped and turned to face him, "Well, when you're ready to cum I want you to shoot it right in my mouth and coat my lips with it."

His amazed expression confirmed that Millie was a limp rag in the sack, a one-position lover, and that was the missionary position.

I stepped back far enough so I could undo the button, holding my shorts tightly around my waist, then quickly slid them down my legs and stepped out of them. Straightening up, I ran my fingers between my thighs and into the moist folds of flesh below my clean-shaven pubic mound.

"You like shaved pussy?"

Chuck's feet were frozen to the floor, and his mouth had a permanent grin because he didn't reply to my question. I stepped back further until I could sit on the sofa's edge. As my hands slid up across my thighs, I hooked fingers into the bottom of my tank top and turned it inside out, lifting it over my head and giving him a first chance to see my full, lush tits.

He finally spoke, "Wow, they are more beautiful than I'd ever imagined."

I cupped my tits from below and lifted them, offering the soft flesh to his lustful stare. "Come over here and touch them."

He moved quicker than I had ever seen him move before and instantly began feeling every inch of my soft breasts.

As he stood before me, running his calloused hands across my tits, I reached out and undid his pants, dropping them to the floor around his feet.

"You do want me to suck your cock?” I asked.

He grinned, "Yes indeed."

My fingertips hooked in the waistband of his cotton briefs and slipped them down his legs. His fat cock wasn't nearly as hard as I expected, and I knew I'd enjoy feeling it grow in my mouth.

Dropping down on the floor to kneel before his loins, I reached up and lifted his cock with my soft, delicate touch.

Chuck began unbuttoning his shirt, and it instantly dropped to the floor beside me.

I leaned forward and blew hot breath on his cock, causing him to moan deeply.

"I haven't had a blow job in thirty years," Chuck admitted.

Knowing that he'd gone that long without having his cock sucked and that he'd wanted to fuck me since we first met twelve years ago, I knew that Chuck would enjoy this little tryst immensely.

His lustful stare intensified as my mouth approached his cock. I kept eye contact wanting him to watch my expression as I first took him between my lips and then as his cock began to swell in my mouth.

Chuck is uncircumcised, so his cock head is sheathed with folds of soft flesh. I parted my lips and extended my tongue until his cock rested on the flat part of my tongue, and as it touched, I reached up and stroked his shaft, pulling the foreskin back and exposing his flaring corona as my lips closed around the head.

"YES!" he exclaimed.

Keeping my hand tightly wrapped around the base of his cock I slowly began sucking and moving my lips back and forth, softly caressing the sensitive flesh. His cock lurched noticeably in my mouth and began to swell not so much in length but in girth.

"Oh geez, Peg," Chuck murmured as I swirled my tongue around his cock head, and his shaft swelled even larger.

I let him slip from my oral grasp, then dipped my head as I lifted his cock and slowly licked around each of his balls. His soulful moan signaled he loved having his balls licked.

I flattened my tongue against the base of his shaft and massaged the urethra as I ascended toward te smooth corona. Once I reached his corona I curled my tongue, and circled the flair of silky smooth flesh several times before making smaller circles over his glans, finally reaching the tiny slit at the opening of his urethra. I pressed the tip of my moist tongue into that miniscule split and was rewarded with a dollop of salty pre-cum.

His lustful stare was fixed on my face as I continued licking and sucking the head while my soft hand stroked his fat shaft.

I've always thought I had long, sexy fingers, but I was barely able to circle the entire girth of his now fully erect penis. I could hardly wait to feel it spread me open.

I let him slip from my lips and squeezed firmly on the shaft, stroking down to the base and pulling the excess flesh taut along his shaft. Holding it up so I could examine his tool, it reminded me more of a bottle than a cock. The head was average size, but beyond the corona, where most men become thinner, Chuck's cock was noticeably larger.

"I can't wait to feel this cock inside me," I commented.

Chuck smiled and replied, "Me too."

As I rose, his rough hands reached for my tits, squeezing the soft flesh and sliding into the warm cleavage.

I stepped aside and pointed to the sofa, "Sit down."

Chuck instantly followed my lead and sat down, spreading his legs apart.

I moved between his knees and bent at the waist, my tits dangling in front of his lusty stare.

Bending even further, I took his cock between my lips and sucked him inside. Pressing further and further down his wide cock shaft spread my lips almost to the breaking point the soft flesh pulled tightly over my teeth and stretched the corners until it hurt.

Yes, I couldn't wait to feel this fat cock buried in my hot pussy.

I slowly lifted my mouth from him, and as he slipped from between my lips, a distinct pop sound was heard.

Moving closer to the sofa, I lifted one leg and placed it outside his hips, the other sliding across his thigh, then dropping to the seat beside him, my moist vulva pressing his fat cock down against his belly.

His hands instantly moved to my tits, groping the soft flesh and tweaking erect nipples. I leaned forward and used one hand to lift a taut nipple toward his lips while the other hand moved down to grasp his cock and lift it toward my moist cunt.

Chuck moaned softly as his lips closed over my nipple, and my hand slid his cock head between the lips spreading them open.

I slowly lowered my loins over him, the cock head slipping inside, followed by his fat cock shaft that just kept spreading me wider and wider until my ass came to rest on his thighs.

His cock felt incredible inside me, "Such a nice fat cock," I remarked.

With his cock embedded in my searing hot pussy I moved my hand to lift the other tit toward his mouth.

Chuck instantly took that nipple between his lips and began sucking hard on the taut flesh.

I lifted my hips and began slowly fucking his fat cock, my hips raising and slowly plunging on him, spreading me open and massaging my hard clit with the top of his shaft.

"Does my pussy feel good?" I questioned him.

He let my nipple slip from his oral grasp to reply, "Feels fucking great."

Chuck returned his oral attention to my tits, licking, sucking, and kissing both nipples and running his broad tongue through the soft cleavage, using his calloused fingers to lift one and then the other to his mouth.

"I love having my tits played with," I softly said.

Chuck didn't reply; he just continued pleasuring my sensitive tits with his lips and tongue.

My hips began moving at a more rapid pace as my pussy became accustomed to being spread wider than I thought possible.

His hips began lifting to meet my plunges, and his breath became shorter as my sexy humping of his fat cock continued.

Just as I felt the beginning of that incredible tingling in my loins that marked an approaching climax, Chuck suddenly lifted his mouth from my tits and pushed me back.

I nearly fell off his lap, catching myself and just dropping to the floor in front of him.

"I have to cum!" he exclaimed.

With that, he stood up and grasped his throbbing fat cock. "Open wide now!" he exclaimed.

I leaned forward as I opened my mouth just in time to have him shoot a strong jet of thick sticky cum onto my tongue. His hand moved feverishly back and forth as his cock spewed another stream of hot cum, this one splashing against my upper lip and dangling down onto my tongue.

He moved forward and placed his cock head just at the tip of my tongue, then began oozing more sticky sauce into my mouth. His cum tasted very salty, and as I closed my lips around the head of his cock I swallowed the cocktail of sperm he'd filled my mouth with.

Chuck's face was beet red, and he was now sweating profusely.

As his orgasm subsided and his cock began to shrink, I let him slip from my lips and asked, "Are you okay?"

He just shook his head and then collapsed onto the sofa, his head back and eyes closed as he struggled to regain his composure.

I moved up to kneel between his legs and again asked, "Are you sure you're okay, Chuck?"

He again shook his head and, without opening his eyes, replied, "I haven't cum that hard in years."

I giggled, "It was a good one and very tasty," I commented.

I reached up and slowly stroked his now flaccid cock, gathering what little cum remained on my fingers.

Chuck opened his eyes just in time to see me lick the last of his salty seed from my fingers and make a smacking sound as I finished his load.

Looking up at his face, I remarked. "Millie doesn't know what she's missing."

His expression changed when he heard his wife's name, and I knew a shroud of guilt was surrounding him.

"I should get back to the house," he said.

I knew there was no chance he could recover enough to bring me to orgasm and still be waiting at home when she arrived, so I just replied, "I understand."

I moved aside, and Chuck dressed quickly as I leaned against the sofa's edge, watching him dress.

Once dressed, he walked to where I was sitting and leaned down, placing a calloused hand on my shoulder, "That was one incredible fuck, Peg," he complimented.

I knew it was a once-and-done fuck, but I'd be on the lookout for another bottle-shaped fat cock in the future that I could stuff myself with.

"Be seeing ya around," I remarked as he headed for the patio door.

I crawled up on the sofa and rested my head against one arm. As my fingers slipped between swollen pussy lips, I thought, I'll just finish myself off.

After fingering myself through a nice, slow, self-induced orgasm, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke from my nap, it was completely dark outside and in the house. As I lay in the quiet darkness, I thought about what had happened earlier. I had just fucked my senior next-door neighbor, not because I wanted the sex but because he did. I don't find Chuck attractive, but somehow, just the fact that he has lusted at me for years almost compelled me to give my body to him for his pleasure. Giving in to that compulsion was something new to me. Up until the time months ago that I began seeking sexual pleasure because my husband was engrossed in football, I wouldn't have considered having sex just because I knew the man wanted me. Before Chuck, all the men, or I should say most because there was Senator-Elect Johnston, I've fucked I found attractive and wanted to have sex with them. But Chuck was different. I didn't want him, but I still mounted his fat cock and gave him what he wanted. I swallowed his cum load because he wanted me to.

I have to assume this change in me is because sex was now my job. As I sat there in the darkness, I realized that as long as Elegant Escorts employed me, sex was going to be just that, my job. All the fancy trimmings of working for Daddy didn't change the fact that I was a prostitute, paid to suck, fuck and swallow any man's cum load who had enough cash to afford my services. While I still didn't see myself as a common street corner whore begging every john to give me twenty dollars for a quick fuck, I was still a whore. My ultimate plan is to work for Daddy until I have a comfortable nest egg built up for myself and then stop, but what scared me was how I'd ever be able to have a normal sexual relationship with a man after I quit. How would I ever get by the idea that sex was my job? I've only worked for Daddy for a few weeks, so facing that issue wasn't going to happen for quite some time, so I put it out of my mind for now.

I grabbed my laptop, picked up my shorts and top, and headed to my bedroom. I decided a quick shower to rinse Chuck's scent from my body would help my frame of mind, but as I showered, I couldn't help thinking about my future. Not long term, but short, I wondered how I would handle a client that repulsed me. Could I pretend to be enjoying sex with a man whose touch or scent made me nauseous? Or, even worse, a man so obnoxious that even the thought of having him inside me made my flesh crawl. I was certain that man was in my future, and the idea frightened me.

The shower and some soft jazz helped me put those concerns in the back of my mind. I tied my favorite bathrobe around my waist and grabbed my laptop, then sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed. I had two emails in my inbox. One was from Daddy, which I opened first, hoping he was writing me with information about another appointment.

He wrote: "Angel, I wasn't going to schedule you, Jasmine, or Tiffany for any appointments this week to give you all time to prepare for your upcoming Cancun trip. Unfortunately, one of our long-time clients recently saw your photo layout on the website and contacted me to arrange an appointment with you. I explained that you would be unavailable after Wednesday, knowing he always wants an escort on Friday evenings. Apparently, he was very impressed with your pictures because he agreed to a Tuesday evening appointment. His name is Niles Sebastian, and yes, he is English. He has requested that you meet him at seven in the lobby of the Grand Hotel. You are to wear white exclusively and specifically ask that your hair be styled so that your entire neck is exposed. Please don't be concerned with his requests, but I can tell you from past experiences with other employees he expects you to follow directions explicitly. Please remember that he is one of our very oldest clients, and I would expect you to satisfy his needs completely."

Daddy continued: "I trust you've completed all arrangements for your trip next weekend. I was advised by the client who his guests are, but I am not at liberty to divulge their identities. I can tell you this much: all three are extremely well connected in the political party of the client. I've already explained to both Jasmine and Tiffany that these three guests can open untold numbers of doors to future business and that we must keep in mind that while this trip may seem like a mini vacation for you all, we are still there to make sure our client's guests are delighted. I trust you will make sure that happens. Please reply with your flight number and arrival time in Cancun so I can get that information to Jasmine and Tiffany. I'll expect your report on the appointment with Mr. Sebastian by noon on Wednesday.  Daddy.”

I re-read the second part. It sounded like Daddy expected me to keep my two co-workers focused on the tasks at hand, along with satisfying my client's needs. That shouldn't be too difficult, I thought, except for when I was concentrating on the needs of my client for the weekend. I assumed Daddy had already communicated the importance of staying focused. I doubted I'd need to expand on his wishes with Jasmine and Tiffany once we were together in Cancun.

I reread the first part, then clicked on reply and typed: "Daddy, I'll be more than happy to meet with Mr. Sebastian Tuesday evening, and I'm quite confident he will be delighted with my services. I will arrive in Cancun at eleven thirty Friday morning on United flight 402. Please let me know what flights the girls will be on. I'll be in touch Wednesday morning. Angel"

After clicking send, I opened the second email, and I did not recognize the sender, but the subject line read "Your request."

It was from Randy's favorite male porn star. He wrote: "Angel, thank you for your very interesting email. While I have always tried to accommodate our returning veterans, who often write me with suggestions for videos on my website, I have to admit your request for a personal visit was a first. Unfortunately, I cannot travel to your location for a one-on-one with you while your friend watches. It's just not something I want to get involved with. However, if you've explored my website, I'm certain you've seen the section "Peter takes on amateurs." The premise is that we select a very limited few amateurs to visit our studios to be filmed while performing oral sex. Viewers vote on technique and how well they handle the money shot at the end. The monthly winner is awarded a contract which, if she accepts, makes her a regular on the site. Some of our previous monthly winners have become giants in our industry. So, if you're interested, there is a link to the application you would need to complete at the bottom of the page. Hope to hear from you, Pete"

So my idea of surprising Randy with a live performance of me sucking off his favorite porn star wasn't going to happen. I suppose I could apply for his amateur video contest and surprise Randy with an online version. I wasn't too keen on that idea since my face was already posted on the Elegant Escorts web page, and having Daddy catch me taking a facial on a porn site would cause problems. I decided not to apply but instead allow Randy to perform just like Mr. North the next time we met. I'm sure it would be a massive turn-on for Randy if we were to watch Pete in action before, during, and after I showed him my best oral technique and happily received his best money shot. I deleted the email from Pete.

So I could sleep in if I liked on Monday and Tuesday and would have Thursday to pack for Cancun. It sounded like an easy week but not very profitable. Hopefully, next weekend would prove much more lucrative.

I closed the computer and set it on the nightstand beside my bed. I love sleeping naked, so I removed my robe and slipped between crisp cotton sheets, snuggled under the fluffy comforter. Now you would think that as I waited for sleep to capture me, my thoughts would be of my next appointment with our long-time British client or my trip to Cancun, but instead, I fantasized about doing an amateur video on that porn site. I guess when you're fantasizing, you do so about things that won't happen rather than things you know will.

I drifted off to sleep imagining having a big hard porn star cock shoved down my throat and having his famous money shot splattering all over my face and mouth.

"So you think you can handle Peter's big cock?" a voice asked.

I looked toward the voice and could see nothing but the harsh glare of bright lights and some shadowy figures beyond.

I smiled meekly and replied, "I think I can."

The voice spoke again, "And when he cums will you be able to swallow every drop of his famous cum shower?"

Replying more confidently, "I sure as hell hope to."

"Well, let's just see," the unknown voice announced.

Peter stepped into the bright lights, totally naked, his nine-inch cock standing at perfect attention, the work of one of his off-screen fluffer girls.

He stopped directly in front of the chair I was seated on and placed his hands on his hips, a somewhat shit-eating grin on his face.

"The rules are...well, there are no rules," the voice from the shadowy dark announced.

I assumed that was my call to action, so I slowly slid off the chair and pushed it back a little with my ass as I knelt before him.

Before I reached up to touch his erect cock I slipped both shoulder straps of my tank top down my arms and pulled it down to my waist, exposing my lush tits to his lecherous stare and the camera's lens.

I was instructed beforehand not to speak directly to him, but it was okay to talk to his cock if I liked but to keep that to a minimum. After all, I was here to suck him off, not carry on a conversation with his raging hard-on.

As I leaned forward and rose toward the head, I commented, "You're such a beautiful cock."

I slid one hand up his thigh and softly cupped his balls. His scrotum was drawing up tightly against his cock, and when I lifted them, they separated on either side of his rock-hard shaft.

Covered with a matrix of bulging veins, his shaft rose, curving toward his belly. My hand began a slow climb along the stiff throbbing cock toward the perfectly shaped head and smooth corona at its base.

Peter had been looking straight ahead until he felt my hot breath flowing over his cock head, then his head dropped, and his eyes stared intently at me as I closed my lips around the end of his cock.

My hand moved back and forth, massaging the shaft; the movement caused my lips to slip over the sensitive, smooth flesh of his corona. I pulled my tongue back, then pressed the tip into the tiny slit at the top of his cock head and was rewarded with a taste of porn star pre-cum.

I swirled my tongue around the head as my lips continued their delicate caress of his most sensitive part.

My saliva glands went into overdrive, producing enough moisture that it seeped out at the corners of my lips.

I slowly pulled back, bringing my delicate fingers up the shaft so that when he slipped from my warm mouth, I could hold his cock up with just the tips of my long fingers.

Dropping down a little, I extended my wet tongue and licked around his balls, coating them with moisture, then slowly licked up along his urethra, pressing my warm, wet tongue firmly against the bulge that would supply his money shot to my waiting mouth.

Reaching the flaring corona, I slid my wet tongue down one side and then up the other, coating as much of his cock as possible with my lubricating saliva.

As I slowly drew him down again, I whispered, "Time for me to swallow this awesome cock."

His cock head slipped between soft wet lips as I again began stroking the shaft, but each time I stroked down, a little more cock disappeared inside my mouth.

Three, four, five times, I stroked him until there was nothing left to stroke, and my nose nestled into the stubbly patch of pubic hair at the base. His cock had slipped through and entered my throat without a moment's hesitation, and his pulsing head was now buried deep in my soft throat.

I slid my hands up and massaged his cock head through the flesh of the noticeable bulge in my neck.

His eyes got bigger and his stare more lustful as he felt my internal throat muscles contract and release, giving him a deep-throat massage.

His hand moved from his hip, and he extended his arm toward the camera, giving the audience a thumbs-up sign acknowledging his approval of my deep-throat technique.

I slowly pulled back inch by glorious inch; his cock slipped from my soft oral grasp. When he slipped off the end of my tongue, a long string of saliva extended from the tip across the open space to his cock head. I slurped it back into my mouth and moved my head forward again.

His throbbing cock glistened from base to tip with a thick coating of spit. I pressed my lips against the head, then let his cock spread them open as I started a second spectacular plunge over his hard nine inches.

Again my nose rubbed into his pubic hair, and again my searing throat massaged his cock head. I heard mummers from the shadowy parts beyond the lights about what a great deep-throat cock sucker I was.

Peter's fingers dug into the flesh at his hips as he resisted the urge to begin fucking my mouth. His job in this video was to stand still and let me do all the work, and work I did as I started sliding him in and out of my wet mouth, taking him deep, then just licking and sucking at the engorged head.

I expected it would take me another fifteen or twenty minutes to bring him to orgasm, having seen his staying power on the internet, but after another few minutes, his eyes tightened, his fingers squeezed at his hips, and his cock swelled. I knew it was time for the money shot, and I pulled back until he slipped from my mouth and began stroking him feverishly.

Peter spoke his only line, if you consider a deep guttural groan a line, as his cock unloaded into my mouth. A wad of thick cum instantly coated every part, and then another strong stream of hot thick cum shot out of him, and I began to feel a pool of cum around my tongue.

I pulled my tongue back to give more space as he slowly shot less and less sperm into my open mouth.

Once I thought he was done, I closed my lips and swirled the incredible load around in my mouth; I'd never had so much cum before. Peter's cock lurched one final time and shot a small stream that landed squarely on my nose. I tried to open my mouth to capture this final shot, but it missed the mark.

As I looked up at him, his lustful stare changed to a broad smile as he watched me swallow every drop his cock had filled me with. His thick load slipped down my throat, coating every inch of cock swallowing flesh.

Opening my lips to prove I'd swallow it all, I reached up and grasped his still-hard dick and rubbed it against my lips. I tilted my head down and slid the tip from between my eyes down over my nose, collecting the few drops that had escaped my oral cavity and sucking his cock head clean of any remaining sweet cum.

He nodded in approval, then stepped back into the shadows, leaving me kneeling in the bright lights. I looked at the camera and adlibbed, "Best cock sucker on the planet."

I awoke with a start, quickly realizing my awesome blow job was nothing more than a vivid erotic dream. Sliding my hand between my thighs, I discovered it was a wet dream, and judging from the damp spot on my pillow, the wet part included my saliva glands.

The only thing missing was the sweet taste of cum. As I settled back down in my bed, I wondered if a redhead wig and lots of makeup would be enough to conceal my true identity if I changed my mind and clicked on that apply link on his site.