After shower cum cream

Title: “After Shower Cum Cream”

The salacious subject line was followed by a politician, wallet in hand, shuffling down the hall outside Melissa’s bathroom door. He never planned to be caught in this compromised position but the temptation of her lush brunette locks and full, pillowy breasts had proved too irresistible.

The college coed couldn’t help but smirk, having caught him staring during the Fourth Annual Pasta Cook-Off that she and a dozen others had catered just an hour ago. His eyes had unabashedly devoured her as his tongue snuck out to nervously wet his lips at the mere sight of her violating the “no panties” rule under her skin-tight servers skirt, exposing her smooth caramel skin that just begged to be worshipped.

Brazenly, she invited the taboo encounter, pacing in tight circles like a juicy steak being grilled as she tantalized him further. “Looking for something, Senator?” she cooed, stopping coldly in her tracks.

“I uh, I was just… can I help you with that?” he stammered, eyes glued on her ass.

Rather than dismiss him outright, Melissa slowly unfastened her red lace top robe, revealing belly button pierced flesh. “I could use help from a real man…” she grinned wickedly. The adult-natured Italian beauty had a proposition in mind.

She took his hand and led him into the lavish shower, the solid marble and gleaming brass promised the privacy he now craved. His hands couldn’t stop feeling along her stomach to get a better grasp. “So dollar bills are rain,” she joked as the shower rained down on them. But it wasn’t just water dripping over her and pooled down her legs and running down her thighs to her ankles to the drain.

Soon his height was working to his advantage now that she was on her knees, her platinum blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail. The shower continued to run as she took his massive veiny cock in her hands and sucked hard to get him solid. She took his shaft in her hands and began to jerk it between her B-cup sized breasts, making circles between them. Then she wrapped her lips around his helmet and relieved herself by breast milking him. The cum shot out quickly and all over her face.

Not satisfied yet, Melissa spread her legs and plunged two fingers deep within herself as her tongue danced around his shaft. She fingered her pussy in front of him, reaching up to stroke his sack with her free hand. Her other hand stroked his shaft, up and down the length as she worked her clit. As she felt him twitch in her hand, she tried to catch his eye. “Can you plug it in?” she asked playfully, but he was too lost in her breasts which were firmly squeezed together as he slid his cock between them. They breast on breast, except at the top where some jiggle occurred, and did not miss a beat. Sliding in and out, over and over again, at a slow but steady pace. She could feel him throbbing against her neck and knew he was going to cum. She moved her head back down to wrap her lips around his cock as the cum shot out. His pearly fluid splattered her face as she sucked him clean.

By now the Senator was feeling overwhelmed by her skillful ministrations and Melissa laughed again, this time genuinely. “Oh Senator, I thought politicians were supposed to be smooth talkers. How long have you been hiding this beast behind those suits?”

“Too damn long,” he grunted. Melissa’s humor and quick wit had him loose in his boxers and she could see his opening snap against his pelvis as the evidence of his arousal poured out. She twisted from her hips to meet him with her mouth open, her lips just enough to let his mushroom law head slide deeper under her tongue, sucking hard on the tip. He gasped with delight.

“You’re gonna be quiet or my neighbors are gonna think you actually have a daughter named Monica!” she teased lasciviously. It made the old perv grow even harder. His deep booming voice boomed the word fuck as he continued pounding away ass first. She turned around and pressed against the cold marble wall, opposite side of the bathroom mirror so she could watch his piston like thrust. The glass rattled as he drilled into her from behind, his hands slapping at the fat meat if her ass over and over again. With her hips pointing skyward and shoulders pressed snake like into the mirror, her blonde tresses brushed the ground with her open mouth screwed. The sealed glass kept it quiet enough no one else heard. When Melissa thought it was safe they climaxed. The Senator’s cum coated her face, the abuse of her anus, the slime of her fluids.

Melissa milked the white out of his member in the shower until he was empty. The brunette Italian beauty then toweled off sensually as he watched rivers of streaked seed drip down her ass. She told him to go, and he went. She smirked to herself, wondering how many donations she’d receive to the charity she worked for in the next day or two. At 19 years old, Melissa was a storehouse of dirty talent, though monogamy was likely contraindicated for their unlikely liaison.

She could practically feel his wet spot dripping off her as she pruned her skin pink and lush under the spray. The Senator’s pants would never be the same, a lasting reminder of their scandalous encounter. Melissa giggled to herself knowing she thoroughly crossed a line, but her body still quaked with euphoria.

Oh the things we do for Italy… she thought coyly to herself. An Italian girl always takes care of her own.