Gush

He has her open her mouth. Wide. She kneels in front of him, naked, hands behind her back as instructed. She opens her mouth. He is naked too and his cock is hard and she wants him to put his cock in her mouth, to fill her mouth with the familiar bulk and heat and thrusting insistence of him.

But, first, he fetches a bottle from the bedside cabinet. Lube. Flavoured lube. He drips two long, generous spurts into her mouth. Sweet. Slightly saline. Slick, like saliva. Pina colada flavour, perhaps. Something intense but artificial.

“Don’t swallow,” he says. She doesn’t. She shuts her mouth and lets the thick sleek liquid sit there at the opening of her throat.

He returns the bottle to the bedside. Then positions himself in front of her. Then fucks her mouth.

From the first thrust, she drools. Liquid gushes through her lips and patters down onto her naked thighs. She tries, on reflex, to catch it in her hands. It veils her chin. Runs in a flow of warm droplets down her neck.

She grunts. Arches her back. He continues. Hand on the back of her head, thrusting hard in and out. And part of her is thrillingly disgusted. Each outstroke spills more lube and saliva from her mouth. Each instroke feels as though it fills her mouth completely, until she’s leaking from the corners of her lips. And she is leaking. No matter how tight a seal she makes. No matter how she tries to control herself. She is making a mess. Spilling obscenely.

Some of the liquid slips down her throat despite his injunction. She can’t help it. His cock forces it down into her. Drags it wetly out of her. And, when he pushes extra deep and surges into her gag reflex, she chokes explosively. A wet spit-take of lube and saliva that splashes across his groin and thighs.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks the lube and spit that she just choked out back into her mouth. Holds her firmly. Pumps his cock into that drooling, out-of-control mouth. And she, much to her own surprise, comes without even touching herself almost a full minute before he does.