“Don’t swallow just yet,” says Alena. “Save it for me. Alright, baby?”
As I continue sucking and slurping, Alena cleans Anton’s cum-smeared cock. Her licking is slow and loving, and she rarely breaks eye contact with him.
“Well done, my girl,” says Anton. He strokes her head gently like he’s petting a kitten.
Finally, Alena’s asshole and Anton’s manhood are left wet and sparkling and free of sperm. Steven appears just as Alena turns to kneel in front of me. He hands her the wine glass. A half-inch of Rafael’s cum still sits at the bottom.
“I can’t believe how lucky we all are,” says Steven. “To be graced with these two beauties.”
He looms above us, his half-hard cock twitching. Alena positions the wine glass just below our chins and we kiss. The slimy squelching and smacking sound that fills the air is deliciously sinful. A cummy drool cascades down our chins and into the glass. Once our kiss has run its course we pull away, sticky arcs of spit and sperm connecting us. Together, we guide the rim of the vessel and scoop up as much errant semen as we can.
“Just wonderful,” says Steven, with fatherly approval. “Now, I want to see Emma in her dress one last time.”
~~~~~
All four of my companions join in to help with the dress, and I find the whole process incredibly erotic. I feel like some scandalous queen, as my servants, in their nakedness, attend to me. Occasionally, I pull one toward me and steal a kiss.
Once I’m fully clad in my finery, Anton instructs me to kneel in the center of the studio lights. He helps me with my skirts until they’re perfectly splayed around me. I look like an angel rising from a pool of mist. As Anton grabs his camera, Alena gives me the wine glass. I swirl the contents around, and my anticipation is starting to rise. Rafael and Steven are stroking themselves to stiffness and the sight has me dripping on the carpet.
“Are you ready, princess?” Alena asks the question as she kneels in front of me.
“Always,” I say. “You’re very cruel to make me wait this long.”
“I know, baby. I know. You’ve been very patient. And good girls, get big rewards.”
Alena lifts my skirts and crawls beneath the gauzy folds of silk and lace. I feel her hands urging my thighs apart. Her face presses against my sex, making me shiver. I feel her soft lips and searching tongue gather her trophies from my steaming quim. I pet her slender shape through the fabric. Eventually, she emerges, her face glistening in the light and the condoms dangling from her beautiful smile.
“Ooh, they’re so nice and warm,” she says, with a salacious grin. “It’ll feel like you’re getting them right from the source.”
She dangles the condoms above the wine glass and produces a pair of slender hairdressing shears with her other hand. Anton is close, capturing the moment, and it’s funny to see him in the buff, but still acting professional with his camera. Alena chokes up on the condoms until they’ve become swollen bulbs. Their rubber is stretched dangerously thin, and I can clearly see their lewd contents. The sight is hypnotizing. She lifts her shears, the blades flashing in the bright light, and snips a small hole in the first bulb. Its goopy contents shoot out with intense force. The lip of the glass is barely able to contain the spray. I’m trying to imagine a man who could cum like that; in one thick, continuous deluge.
As Alena continues, one condom after another, she tells me about the man each load was extracted from. She doesn’t provide a single name, and I doubt she ever asked or remembers if one was given. This one was an investment banker from Salt Lake City. Snip, splurt. These two were an uncle and nephew hanging out by the pool. She took them both, at the same time. Snicker-snack, gloop, glup. This was a young father, on vacation with his wife and kids. Snip, squirt. She saves the biggest one for last; one of the Waterhouse’s bellhops, who had one of the hugest cocks she’d ever seen. They did it in a cramped supply closet, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to fit it in her mouth. His cum is so thick that it refuses to come out after she snips. After a moment of speechlessness, she attacks the condom again and the stubborn load finally explodes into the glass in a single, viscous wad.
The glass is now half full. I’m an optimist, after all. I roll the cum around the glass with fascination, admiring it like a work of art. Alena has stood up and is now positioned behind me, her hands resting on my slender shoulders. All three of my men are now arrayed before me. They stroke themselves slowly and sensuously. I lean forward, and with a free hand, I cup and squeeze each of their sweat-damp testicles in turn. I give a small lick and a kiss on the head of each cock.
“Alright, angel,” whispers Steven, his voice thick with lust. “You know what you need to do.”
I bring the glass to my nose and breathe deeply as if taking in a bouquet of fine wine. The aroma has that raw and wild quality unique to a man’s semen. The pungent perfume is triggering some primitive part of my brain, making my whole body tingle with pleasure. I can’t wait any longer. So I tilt my head back and tip the vessel until its obscene contents are flooding into my eager mouth. A shiver of bliss runs through me.
Just as the last tenacious clump of sticky sperm slithers from the glass, Rafael is there to bless me with more. Mere hours ago, this was a man who was nothing to me but a crass pig, leering at me through a rearview mirror. Now he’s my bronze Adonis, powerful and virile. He grits his teeth and lets out a low, gasping hiss as he unloads. I flinch slightly as my face is belted with two dense ropes of his molten seed. The next three pulses gush into my mouth, and I feel the stringy globs dripping from my teeth. As Rafael presses out the last few drops, Alena is dutifully using her fingers to push and slide the glue-like cum over my skin and past my lips. After she’s done, I can hear the shameless slut licking her fingers.
Anton is next. After four or five frantic pumps he empties his balls into my mouth. His cum-shot is thin, but copious despite having cum just recently. His pulsing spray is neat and precise, just like his photography. I’m incredibly full now, and the urge to swallow is powerful. But, Steven remains and I can’t let him down.
“You’re going to make a wonderful wife for my son, Emma,” says Steven, as he jacks his swollen cock. He’s very close, and pearls of pre-cum leak into the steaming swamp in my mouth. “But, a part of you will always be mine. Never forget that, baby girl.”
How could a father and son be so different? Jacob is the most caring, gentle, and generous man I’ve ever met. I wish I’d had the opportunity to meet his mother, Jessica. She must have been the one responsible for making him the man he is today. The only word that comes to mind when I look at Steven is, evil. I can’t think of a more apt term. But, my lust for cum has me punch-drunk, and all I want is for him to drown me in it. He nearly does.
I feel his first powerful spurt fly just past my nose and brow. The diamonds and sapphires of my tiara are now complemented with glistening pearls. I feel the oozing semen flow from the sparkling jewels and down my forehead. The rest of his ejaculate streams into my overflowing well of a mouth. I have to form a dam with my fingers to keep the precious cum from seeping out. Steven wipes the clinging dregs from his cock onto the glossy softness of my lower lip. His face is pebbled with sweat, and he’s breathing like he just finished a workout.