Jemima Cumslut

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This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.”Ah… Yes… Yes… Oh… Yeah… Oh my god…” she breathed.Thick ropes of cum were splatted upon her flushed neck and breasts. Hot and viscous, they slid down her breasts, stickily puddling in hollows and gleaming pearly in the dappled sunlight.”Oh, baby, yes,” she moaned. “All over, that’s right, please. Give me all you’ve got. Mmmm…”He slumped back on the bench, his cock softening as his body relaxed. She continued gently pumping the last vestiges of cum from him with her hand, milking him as dry as she could. On her knees before him in the park, he took in the sight of her. Her suit shirt and jacket were wide open, her black and white bra around her waist, and her semen-covered breasts were on display. He thought he had never seen anything as hot as his little Jemima Cumslut.Smears of her saliva glistened around her mouth and on his now-flopping shaft. But even hotter than seeing traces of her on his cock, was seeing his cum coating her skin. Shadows of the leaves on the trees above danced over her round breasts, and she grinned up at him.”My knickers are really wet, and I’ve got your spunk all over me. Whatever shall I do?”She held his flaccid cock firmly in one hand, and using a finger from her other hand, she traced the tip around her hard, dark nipple. Scooping off some of the white goo, she lifted it to her lips, and stared him in the eye as she put it in her mouth.”Mmm…” She pushed her finger all the way in, sucking greedily and slurping, just as she had done to his cock as he pumped it into her earlier. When it was surely clean of him, she slowly pulled her finger back out, and traced around her pink lips with the tip.”I can taste you all over me,” she said. “You’ve made me very wet.” She pushed her breasts out to show him the wet, white stains that dripped down her, beginning to dry in the breeze.”Are you wearing knickers, my little cumslut?””Yes.””Which ones?””The little pink thong with the feather motif.””Take it off.”She stood up, let go of his still-wet cock, and turned her back to him. If anybody had walked past right then, they would have stared in fascination as Jemima wriggled almanbahis her tight pencil skirt up over her hips. She bent over before him, her large, curvy ass on display to him and the world, with her breasts swinging down gently, caked in cum.She spread her legs, and then inched down the dark pink thong. He could see and smell her wetness emanating from between her legs. She went so slowly that he could see a tiny silver string of her juices stretched between the thong and her swollen pussy lips. The gleaming little bridge suddenly snapped, and down went the thong, to her knees.He saw her move one hand to her front, and she scooped a little of his cum from her breasts. Then she pushed her hand between her legs and let him see as she ran her fingers between her pussy lips.”Oooo…” she moaned. “I want your cum inside me now.””Later, you little cumslut. Tonight. If you’re good.”She wriggled her naked ass, letting her cheeks wobble slightly, and slapping her fingertips in little waves over her juicy lips. He could hear the little wet slapping sounds, and she knew his cock would be twitching again. But she knew better than to push him too far right now.Bending over as far as she could go, she finally pulled the little pink thong, wet stain and all, down to her ankles. Carefully, in her black, patent heels, she climbed out, and turned around to face him again with her skirt still up over her hips. She was half-naked in the park and covered in cum. She got wetter.She bit her lip, and knelt down before him again. She waited for permission.”Wrap it around my cock and do up my trousers.”Lovingly, she slid the sopping scrap of fabric onto his semi-hard shaft, and wrapped the straps over it until it wasn’t tight, but wouldn’t move. Then she tucked him into his tight, black shorts, and zipped up his trousers.”Fix yourself. Leave the cum.”She pulled down her tight skirt again, pulled up her bra, and buttoned up her shirt as he watched her. Every now and again, she would look down at him, as he leaned back on the bench, and flash little cheeky smiles at him. He lazily smiled back, watching the drying cream disappear under her buttons. She shrugged her tailored black jacket on, and did it up. Then almanbahis yeni giriş she ran her fingers through her hair, and looked every inch the professional business woman she had been when she first entered the park.”Put on your perfume, Jemima Cumslut.”She smoothed her fingers across her neck, and managed to get some more semen before it was too dry. Then she smeared it behind her ears, and onto her wrists. She rubbed them together, and stood back.”Goodbye, Bob. I shall have your dinner ready at eight, as you told me.”He watched her leave as she strode off through the park, every inch a business woman, with a sexy swing to her hips showing confidence and power. She would only discard that air of authority for the right man, and get on her knees for him. He thought to himself how lucky he was. No woman had ever made him produce so much cum as she could, and it was exhausting, but spectacularly wonderful. He raced back to the office for a wank as he thought about what he could do to her that night. When she arrived back at the office, she sauntered in past the reception desks, peering over her black-framed glasses at the basket of flowers on the desk.”Who ordered those?”Two of the receptionists busied themselves, leaving the youngest, newest one to explain to the Office Dragon.”Ma’am, they’re… um… The company. Thingy. The florists.” The receptionist was bright red and beginning to panic.”Darling, don’t you remember?” Richard swooped down the stairs into the lobby. “We’re trialling that new florist to do our flowers since Queenie retired. They get free advertising, we get free flowers.””Who ordered stargazers? Vile-smelling things.””Nobody, darling, they just sent them. They should have sent tiger lillies or thorny roses with you around.” Richard smiled placidly at Jemima. She turned to the receptionist.”Phone them up and tell them we don’t want anything that smells stronger than a rose. Sweet peas at a push, and never gardenias.” She stalked off to the lifts.”Such a bitch, darling,” grinned Richard, loping alongside her on his spindly legs.”When are you finally going to retire, Dick? Spend a little time with George?” Jemima glowered at the down arrow, which took its time almanbahis giriş to bring the lift lower.”Oh, you know me better than that, my little spitfire. I can’t go retiring and leave the poor receptionists to fend off dragons having hissyfits over nothing, can I?”The lift pinged, and they both strode in.”Didn’t you just get downstairs?” Jemima glared at Richard, and moved back to stand against the corner of the small lift.”Yes, but I can’t remember what on earth I came down for,” he replied cheerfully. “I think it’s me age, y’know. We senioe associates are called seniors for a reason. But I’m not giving up until the pool boy promises to run away with me. George almost has him convinced.”Jemima sighed. She stood there, feeling the crusting cum on her skin. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the ooze of her juices flow again. Suddenly, a ghost of breath crossed her neck, and a whisper skirted the edges of her ear.”I can smell his cum on you, you know.”She gasped, and drew backwards. Her face flushed red.”Oh, come now, spitfire. We both know what you get up to in the park on Tuesday lunchtimes. You aren’t the only one to get their socks off.””Rocks off, Dick.””No need to be rude!””No, I mean, the phrase. It’s get your rocks off.””Not if you’ve got a foot fetish, darling.”Jemima stared at him, her mouth slightly open.”I’m not even going to ask.”The lift doors slid open, revealing a small group of businessmen. Richard stepped back and allowed Jemima to walk out first. The group parted as she walked through, her battle-axe demeanor cascading waves of fear through them.”She’s a truly spunky spitfire, that one,” announced Richard loudly, leaving the lift himself.Jemima grinned to herself inwardly, loving the tight feel of Bob’s cum on her now dry chest. She could feel a very slight squelch in her cleavage where the air could not reach it, and she loved it. She strode along the hall, leaving business folk cowering in her wake. Nobody wanted to mess with her when she was on a mission. Or at all, in fact. But strangely, there were times when she seemed to soften to some of the men. It didn’t matter who it was, but she could become dangerously quiet, and whoever happened to be in the firing line would seem a little dazed for a while. Nobody could ever quite explain it after the fact, but there it was.And this was such a day. Jemima spotted the mail boy. She sauntered up to him halfway up the corridor, and leaned over his cart.

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