Creampie Cathy

Creampie Cathy was pinching her nipples before I could reply, "It tastes so good too!" Her hips began to undulate, sliding against my tongue and chin as I used my expertise to explore for the creampie I desired.

"You just love it," she stated.

"I do love it," I said. I could tell she was working into a strong and nasty orgasm, which was a bit different. Usually nastiness was reserved for foreplay and sometimes hard fucking. Rarely was she so dirty when we made love and even less rarely when I was cleaning up her cum-filled pussy. At those times, she tended to calm down to a strong and pleasant orgasm that would start her workday right.

But now creampie Cathy evidently was feeling nasty. "You love eating cum, you slut!" The way she said 'slut' touched me inside, stroking my taboo sensor. In foreplay, pressing my buttons resulted in instant erection and prepared me for hot sex. Now, when I was so recently sated, her words pushed a mental switch but not the physical one. I was hot, but destined to feel frustration like a male toy should.

"I do," I agreed, shoving my tongue deep into her pussy. Her slick walls could not grip me, and I wallowed in the hot wetness she was creating. I could almost drink her honey, it was so plentful.

Creampie Cathy pulled her nipples roughly, arching her back to rub on my face. "You want to watch me get fucked and to clean his cum out of me, don't you?" Her voice was different, hissing her words as if daring me to disagree. Then, "Don't you?!"

In reality, I didn't really want that. But then again, I did. It was a source of confusion for me. Half of me wanted to see her in pleasure, the other half feared jealousy. One thing was certain though, that if she did fuck another man while I watched, I would definitely go down and eat his cum from her.

So when I agreed with her premise that I wanted to partake as a watcher-then-eater, I wasn't exactly lying. I was enhancing her orgasm by roleplaying, or at least I told myself that.

"Get on your back, slut," creampie Cathy told me. Her transformation from a gentle post-coital lover to a nasty demanding sexual creature was an unprecedented paradigm shift. I was unprepared to feel so submissive and aroused, yet unable to become erect.

I could do little but comply. I rolled onto my back, and she followed. Usually, she knelt astride my head, lowering her gorgeous bald quim to my adoring mouth. This time, she actually squatted with her feet next to my face, her pussy directly above my mouth. I had often dreamed of her like this, cunt wide open and dripping sap, but it was unrealistic to think creampie Cathy could do this for long.