"Oh god, ooooh George, you're going to make cum so hard, oh gaaaaaawd!" Dripping sweat onto her back, he quickened the pace, and moments later he felt her seize up in that certain way, and then she was screaming her orgasm for the whole world to hear. He was pretty sure she didn't stop to take a breath the entire time she was cumming, until she finally collapsed beneath him, her ass still in the air only due to still being skewered on his huge cock. He gently pulled it out and her juicy ass fell over to the side with a soft bump.
"Oh man, that was something else..." he said breathlessly, at which she half-moaned, half-laughed. "tell me about it..." she whispered.
"I'll tell you about something, alright," George said, getting off the couch and slipping off the condom off of his raw-red dick. "I've still got a whole big load with your name on it, so where do you want me to dump it?" He smiled lasciviously, knowing pretty well what she'd say.
"Well, mister," she said coyly as she straightened up and slid down in front of the couch, leaning back on it with her amazing tits on display. "We've got lots of room right here on my big tits..." at this cupped her tits and squeezed them invitingly, showing a line of cleavage almost a foot long. "Also, here on my face... yeah baby, I want you to unload all over my face..." she stuck two long slim fingers into her mouth and her lips closed around them, sucking hungrily. "...and in my mouth... I want to feel your cum everywhere, baby, I want to feel it sliding down my throat, yeah... I want it... I want it so bad..."
It was time. He felt it deep inside, felt it as he went past the point of no return, and unleashed suddenly and with no warning. Jessica was in the process of saying how badly she wanted his cum when she got it point-blank, an inch under her left eye. The cum-ball exploded on her small, pixie-like face, spreading in all directions. As it began dripping down her cheek, the early-cummer shot was overshadowed by the true start of the line-up, a thick rope of cum splattering her from hairline, down the nose, coating the mouth and off her chin, followed by four more such shots; three of them stretching over her right eye and covering it completely, and the fourth landed almost entirely on her upper lip, cascading over and into her waiting mouth. Each landed with the same splashing sound followed immediately by a small gasp; she stopped gasping by that point, though, on account of her mouth and nose being completely coated with his man-cream. He could see that she was actually barely able to breath, creating cum-bubbles and further spreading the mess on her face (not that the jizz on her mouth had anything to do with the curved lines of cum stippling her forehead and eyes).
After the six shot went pretty much sliding across her cum-glazed face and slid just under an ear into her hair, he changed course and set her nipples as targets. Knowing his own capacity, George knew he was barely half done his load at that moment, so he pointed his cockhead down and drew a white line from her right collarbone to the top of her left tit. He saw that his work on her face had left her chest dotted like a minefield, her left tit already spattered to the nipple. George was happy to add to the landscape and blasted her right breast with an admittedly weaker shot, a glistening arch of cum on her soft, tanned flesh. Then his body bucked as the last strong convulsion went through him and out his cockhead in a cannon blast, splashing her right in the middle of her chest, starting a river of cum between her juicy mounds. Jessica squeezed her tits to add to the effect, and he unloaded what felt like a half dozen more shots, stripping and zigzagging her fantastic chest; both tits were mostly whitewashed and the nipples were actually dripping cum onto her stomach and thighs.
As he neared the end of undoubtedly one of his longest and best orgasms, George felt her hand grab his still-hard cock and her lips wrapping around the cockhead. She waited until he added to the cum already in her mouth with one more shot, then dove down the shaft, cum gushing out past her lips as she did so and trailing down his balls, her hand squeezing and massaging his throbbing package. She didn't stop until her lips were pressed firmly to the base of his fat tool (granted, it had softened by now; she couldn't take more than three-quarters when he was fully hard), cum squelching past her stained and strained lips as she bobbed her head over the bottom inch, her throat working and swallowing as his still-considerably long cock finished cumming inside her, halfway down to her stomach.
As the electricity coursing through his body faded, George drew in a ragged breath and looked down at the fantastically-hot and very rich older woman as she kneeled in front of him; the remnants of her expensive outfit stained with sweat and cum (both his and hers); her hair completely disheveled and her makeup smeared almost entirely away by a thick mask of cum that was slowly dripping down to join the growing trickle between her spattered tits and down her fit stomach (the faint line of her abs acting as a natural channel); she kneeled there with his softening cock still plugging her mouth, and he was getting paid ridiculous money to be here. To have his cock deep-throated and his cum guzzled by this amazingly hot cum-slut who felt neglected by her husband; if this wasn't the dream job, he didn't know what was.
Jessica broke his reverie by pulling her head back and withdrawing him from her mouth, encased in a coating of cum and spit, most of which immediately began dripping on her chin and chest. She took a deep, shaky, breath and, smacking her lips satisfyingly, said "thank you, you've been great as usual. Better, even! Nobody makes me cum like you do, not even my girlfriends." Her tongue did a wonderful job of wiping the remainder of her cum-dinner off his cock, which surprisingly went a good way towards getting him excited again, even so soon after the his biggest load in ages. She then smiled more broadly, stretching lines of cum between her lips, and wiped another large drop from her right eyelid. "Speaking of which, I've been telling them about you, and they'd like to meet you." She got up slowly, walked over to where her expensive top lay beside the couch and began wiping her face and hands on it.
He smiled nonchalantly and said "you've got my number. Give me a call whenever you girls want to go out for a drink or three. Are you done with that shirt?"
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