Unexpected New Pleasure

I grasp my hard shaft and stared at the hickey on my cock head. Yes, a hickey. The sexy lady who surprised me with an amazing blow job in front of her husband had left her mark on me. I wasn't upset, rather I felt like she had somehow staked a claim to me. The memory of the act filled my mind as I slowly stroked my cock reliving the experience. Each beat of my heart made my glans jerk and flex causing the hickey to expand and contract slightly. I found myself mesmerized by it as I worked to coat it in my thick, white cum.

Earlier that week:

I woke up later than usual. As I fumbled my way to the toilet my mind was bringing things back into focus. Did last night really happen? Finishing up I returned to my room and crashed back onto my bed. Retrieving my phone, I opened the picture gallery and sure enough there was the proof. There looking back at me was Beth. One magnificent breast hanging full and heavy out of her dress. The other one in her hand as she seemed to offer it to me. I wanted to taste them, lick them, heft them in my hand and feel their soft, warm, weight as I lifted them to my mouth. I wanted to feel them filling my mouth as I suckled them.

My cock rose up as I zoomed in on them. I gazed at the pale areolas that lightly stood out from the creamy smooth skin of her breasts. The turgid nipples begged for attention and just like the first time I saw the picture I was tempted to lick them through the phone. I balanced my phone in my left hand as I stroked my cock with my right hand. I gingerly used my thumb to scan through the pictures her husband Larry had sent me. Swiping back there were the first ones he sent of her and I dancing. Then I swiped back to the one of her half out of her dress in the hotel room. Then the last three he sent me. In the hotel room, Beth with my cock in her hand licking my shaft while looking at the camera. Then the one where I was filling her mouth with my cum. Her mouth sucking hungerly and my body arching with pleasure. Then the last one of her tucking me away.

I returned to the one of her holding her breast towards me and started to stroke my cock as I memorized the picture before me. What an amazing sight that I wanted to have burned itself into my memory. I looked past my phone at my swollen shaft sliding back and forth in my hand. My swollen head looked back at me from the center of my fist. The blood filled it, the pressure was exquisite. Then I saw something new, a spot on my cock. I paused and looked at it carefully. It was a hickey! She had left a hickey on my cock.

Lost in the pleasure of her oral administrations I hadn't felt it happen. I knew she had sucked on my cock as I exploded. The picture of her hollowed cheeks showed that. My mind remembered only the intense pleasure of that cum. The feeling of her lips sealed around the head of my cock. Her tongue stroking the underside of my crown. The pull of her desire drawing up my boiling cum. Feeling it grow from deep inside me. My balls straining to release their pent-up pleasure. All night I had struggled with my swollen cock, teased to life by her. Then it was in her mouth and my body wanted nothing more than to release itself into her hungry mouth.

As I remembered that moment when I had let go and my juice had raced up from my balls, surging through my swelling cock shaft and flooded her mouth, I felt my own pleasure from the moment start again as I stroked my rod. My hand gripped my shaft and squeezed as the pleasure of my own ministrations worked me to the edge. I dropped the phone and reaching down with my left hand I pressed on the base of my cock below my sack. My balls drew up ready to fire off and I slowed the process for a moment with my left hand pressing in and halting the impending explosion. But then I couldn't take it anymore and I released myself over the edge. I arched my ass off the bed and thrust up into my hand imagining it to be filling her mouth again. My cock head seemed to grow more, the hickey expanding as I watched it. Then it was covered in my white, syrupy cum. My juice flowed out of my cock in waves. Some splattered across my belly. Some flowed down my shaft, some pooled around the base of my cock. Each jerk of my orgasm squeezed more out of my heavy balls till they were drained.

I laid back on my pillow. My body relaxing slowly from its orgasmic high. My hand was coated in my cum. I trailed my fingers through the puddle on my belly. I could feel the thick, viscus fluid of my cum. It coated my pubic hair as I swirled it around. My softening cock slowly shrank in size and laid in the puddle it had just formed. I wiped the cum off my hand on my stomach as I tried to catch my breath.

The release felt so good, and my mind and body drifted in and out of my memories of the night before. The anxiety of the walk to the room, the pleasure, the joy, the anticipation, the release, the pure erotic scene played out again. Walking into the room unsure of what would happen. Beth on the bed in her dress, Larry in the corner watching. Her pulling out her tits to display and my desire to grab them, but knowing I wasn't to touch. The feel of her hands unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, pulling out my turgid cock. The heat of her mouth, the feel of her tongue, the way her hands lifted, handled and stroked me. The feel of the rising burn of cum building and then exploding. The sweet pain of my engorged cock head and pleasure of a huge release filling her sucking mouth. The struggle to stay standing as the orgasm took over and the repeated shots of cum that she so skillfully drew out of me. Catching my breath as she put my shaft away and the walk to the elevator and the ping of my phone with the pictures.

As I drifted in these thoughts I was suddenly brought back to reality when my phone pinged. I looked over at it and saw that it was from Beth. I opened the text, "Remembering last nights desert." Then two pictures. The first was of a slice of the wedding cake. The second was a picture of her open mouth with a load of cum on her tongue. Was it mine? Was it Larry's? She didn't say. I groaned at the the sensuality of the picture, the lust it raised in my heart and the encouragement that this wasn't the end of the story.