In The Name of Art Pt. 01

"Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"

He looked down as his legs began to tremble and there she was looking up expectantly. At the point of release, her mouth formed a perfect ring around his cock. Incredulous that she wanted it in her mouth, it tipped him over the edge. With each deep muscular spasm, she took his load into her mouth, enjoying the sweet bitterness of it as she deftly milked him. The clamping thud into his perineum rocketed through his balls with each contraction. Each contraction yielded a deep grunt from his body and more of his cum into her waiting mouth.

"Stop, please stop, I can't take this," moaned Harry in-between desperate pants for air, "please, please..."

Mercilessly, she rubbed on that spot and felt each shot into her mouth. Wanking him slowly over her breasts, she let the last few drops spill over them. She knew he was spent and looked up to see his incredulous expression; his body rising and falling from his torso. His body was blotchy and livid, his muscles engorged and tight.

Releasing his spent cock, she watched the last throbbing tremors of his cock and wiped the edges of her mouth with her finger.

He felt her embrace; her lips grazed his and her tongue pressed against his own. Such was his astonishment; he did not mind that he could taste remnants of his essence.

"In the name of all that is indecent in this world; that was incredible."

Her girlish giggle filled the small room, "I take it you liked it then?"

Another kiss followed.

"No one has ever done that to me."

"Oooh, a prostate virgin, well stud, you were shooting dust at the end there. You've been drained."

Harry laughed.

"This was the last thing I was expecting."

The atmosphere of the small office was heavy with the scent of sex and their bodies were sticky with their labour. He retrieved her dress but not before one final naked embrace. Pressed against him, she felt the stirring of his loins. He would be ready for some more soon enough.

"So is that it? Wham-bam-thank-you Penny?"

The coyness of her expression looked more playful than awkward.

"Well that Harry, depends on you?"

Those seconds felt like hours, she hoped he would take the hint and Harry's warm smile was his hint that he got the message.

"Fancy a bite to eat?" ventured Harry.

"Well, I guess we have worked up an appetite."

And she kissed him, "Maybe we can have some dessert later too."