A Time For Creampie

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The outer door to my office jangled open just after 8:30 a.m. With no clients on the books all morning, I wasn't expecting anyone.

"Hey, Mitch, are you back there?" a familiar voice called out.

"Back here, Shannon," I said.

As one the only lawyer in what was certainly our town's smallest law firm, I didn't have a secretary. Hell, I didn't have anybody, especially after my ex-wife split over a year ago.

Shannon Taylor, the lady who cuts my hair and one of the first people my former wife and I had met when we moved to town 15 years before, came through the door to my office.

I wouldn't call her beautiful, but she certainly was sexy. Tall, with hair that changed color on her whim, she carried an enormous pair of breasts that were balanced by her wide, round ass. She knew how to dress to accentuate her figure and always looked well put-together.

But it was more than that, the way she looked at you, the way she spoke, it just did something to me. There were prettier women in town, thinner ones, too, but I'd never met anyone with the subtle, yet raw sexuality of Shannon Taylor.

She bypassed the chairs clients usually use and perched the edge of my desk. She was wearing a pair of rather tight workout pants and a matching zipper hoodie, unzipped enough to show off her impressive cleavage. With her hair pulled into a ponytail and only the lightest amount of makeup, it was as casual as I'd every seen her.

"Headed to the gym?" I asked.

"No, just to see you. I figured you wouldn't mind," she said. "I need your help."

"What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was still sleeping this morning when Brad came in from his shower," she said.

Brad Taylor and Shannon had been married since just after high school. Tall and athletic, he ran an auto repair and tire shop on the edge of town.

"I was sleeping on my stomach and Brad pulled the covers off and climbed on top of me," Shannon continued. "He pushed my legs apart with his knees and pulled my panties off to the side and started rubbing his dick between my butt cheeks and down across my pussy.

"When he thought I was wet enough, he lifted my hips and pushed inside and fucked me. I begged him to touch my clit, or let me reposition so I could, but he told me to just enjoy his cock."

"Did you?" I asked, my own cock straining against my pants.

"I love having his dick in me, you know that," she said. "But I didn't come. Just about the time I was getting close, I felt him push all the way in and come. Then he pulled out, wiped his cock on the back of my panties and went off to get dressed for work. I waited until I knew he was gone and then came right to see you."

"I see," I said. "And what can I do for you?"

"I want you to lick my panties and my pussy clean and then suck and lick my clit until I come on your face," she said.

"That I can do. Just let me lock the front door."

***

Shannon had been cutting my hair since I moved to town. I'd always used a male barber growing up, but my former wife convinced me to let Shannon cut my hair after she'd started going to her.

I visited her at least once a month, needing to keep a neat appearance for court. Over the years, we'd become friends.

A few weeks back, I'd closed up early one Friday afternoon, and walked across the town square to a small pub for a beer and afternoon baseball on the TV. I knocked back a couple before heading toward home. As I passed Shannon's shop, I noticed the open sign was still on, but there weren't any cars in front.

I parked out front and walked to the shop door. As I opened the door to enter, I met Shelly, the shop's other stylist, as she was leaving.

"Still time to get a trim?" I asked.

"Sure, go on in," she said.

Shannon was coming from a back room as I stepped into the shop. She greeted me with a big smile. As I sat down in the chair, Shelly opened the front door from the outside.

"Shannon, ask Mitch, I bet he'll tell you the truth," she said.

Without waiting for a reply, she was gone.

I turned to look at Shannon, whose face was turning redder by the second.

"It's nothing," she said. "Don't worry about it."

She lowered the back of the chair toward the sink to wash my hair.

"Shannon, it's OK," I said. "You can ask me anything. I keep people's secrets for a living."

"Really, it's nothing," she said, though I could tell that she was lying, either to me or herself.

"OK," I said as she massaged the shampoo into my scalp. "But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

I had my eyes closed as she washed my hair, opening them only as she set the chair up and got out her scissors. She still had a conflicted look on her face.

After a few minutes of silence, which was unusual for her, she spoke.

"I want to ask you something, but it's embarrassing," she said. "And nobody can ever know that I asked you."

"Your secrets are safe with me," I said. "I promise."

"Here goes," she said. "When you were married, did you ever refuse your wife what she wanted, you know, in bed?"

I laughed.

"That's a funny question," I said. "Because in the last couple of years we were married, Marie didn't want much of anything from me in bed. I guess when you are getting it anywhere and everywhere else, you don't need it at home. But to answer your question, no. I never refused her in bed. I tried to please her however she wanted."

"Brad is mad at me because I won't go down on him," she said. "Not anymore. He's stopped going down on me, and I figure what is good for the goose..."

"... is good for the gander," I said. "Do you mind if I ask why he won't?"

"He says his dick ought to be enough for me," she said.

"Is it?" I asked, hoping that the erection that was building in my suit pants wasn't obvious.

"It's fine," she said. "I love it. But I like other things, too. Is that so wrong?"

"It's not wrong at all," I said. "And so if he won't do you, you won't do him?"

"Exactly," she said. "If fucking is all he's going to give me, that's all I'm going to give him."

"I don't blame you for feeling that way," I said. "I have to say, I don't understand him. Candidly, if you were my wife, I would go down on you whenever you wanted. Before I made love to you, after I made love to you, whatever."

The look on her face made me immediately regret my words. I'd inserted myself into her issue and made her more uncomfortable. She was quiet for a few minutes as she finished my haircut. I gave her a $20 when it was over, said my good-byes and went home.

I was sitting in my office about 6:30 p.m. that next Monday evening, when Shannon opened the door and came in. She looked amazing. She was wearing a black A-line skirt that accentuated the curve of her hips and stopped just above her knee, with a white cotton shirt that was barely containing her breasts. With black nylons and a pair of heels, she was quite a sight.

"I wanted to talk to you about Friday," she said.

"About that, I want to apologize," I said. "I stepped over the line. I was trying to make you feel like I understood your problem, but instead I inserted myself in the situation, which was a terrible mistake."

"You don't need to be sorry," she said. "I'm not mad, at all. I do have a couple more questions, though."

"Shoot."

"When you said that if I was your girl, you'd go down on me after we made love, were you serious?" she asked. "I mean, did you, you know, lick Marie's.... Did you go down on her after you'd had an orgasm inside of her?"

"Yes," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"You didn't mind that you were probably eating your, ummm, cum?" she asked.

"No," I said. "It seems crazy to me that someone would ask their lover to take their essence -- whether they are male or female -- into their mouth and still be squeamish about the idea of coming in contact with it themselves."

"So you liked it?"

"Actually, I did," I said. "There is something that is powerfully attractive about a woman that has just been made love to. She has this scent, like a mixture of her feminine smell mixed with this more raw sexuality. And, it pleased her, which I guess I thought was important, too."

Shannon stood quietly for a moment, and I feared that I again had said too much and embarrassed her. My years in the law had taught me one thing, that I found useful in that moment: If you don't know what to say, don't say anything.

"What if if was someone else's?" she asked, quietly.

"Do you mean, would I do the same for another woman?"

"Well, yes and no," she said. "Would you do it for another woman, even if the cum wasn't your own?"

"I suppose I would, at least the other woman part," I said. "Why are you asking?"

Shannon came around the desk and stood in front of me.

"Here goes," she said. "I need more than I am getting at home. We've know each other for years and I know I can trust you. And ever since you said what you did last week, it's all I can think about. So when Brad came home from work today and bent me over the bed before heading off to poker night with his buddies, I knew I had to come see you."

"Shannon, I don't know what to say," I said, breaking the rule I'd just reminded myself of minutes before.

"Say you'll do it, say you'll lick my pussy," she said. "Say you'd love for me to come by when I need to get off on your tongue."

My cock was standing tall in my pants. Was I really going to do this?

"I'm wearing the prettiest little white lace thong, and my husband's cum is just running into it," she said. "Would you like to see?"

"Yes."

Shannon reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, shimmied it past her hips and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't kidding. Her pretty white panties were clinging to her crotch, the outline of her lips visible through the wet fabric.

A small moan escaped my lips.

"Do you want it?" she asked. "Do you want to eat this pussy? Do you want to make me cum with your mouth? Tell me. Tell me what you want."

My eyes didn't leave her snatch.

"On the couch," I said.

Shannon sat on the edge of the couch and laid back into the cushions. I took my place between her legs on my knees.The fabric of her underwear disappeared between her plump pussy lips, even as she was spread out before me.

She lifted her hips and I pulled her panties away from her, sliding them over her knees and off her ankles. Her pussy was wide open, and a trickle of cum ran down toward her ass as she settled back into place. She kept herself shaved smooth, except for a small patch of hair just over her lips, which was matted with cum at the moment.

I leaned in and licked the cum from her hair, before letting my tongue trail across the outside of her pussy, which was covered in cum. Shannon shivered with anticipation.

"Ohhh, yes," she moaned. "Eat me. Please. I need it."

I pushed my tongue between her lips, getting my first taste of the mixture of her juices and her husband's seed. As I licked up toward her clit, Shannon's legs stiffened and she pushed her mound into my face, moaning more encouragement.

I took long, slow passes at her pussy, collecting her cream as I went. I knew she wanted to cum, but I wanted this to last as long as possible.

I pushed her legs back toward her chest, exposing her cum-covered rosebud and ass crack. With my hands on the backs of her thighs, holding her open, I licked up the cum that was clinging to her asshole. Shannon let out a shriek that I'm sure my neighbors would have heard, if any were still working at this hour.

She grabbed my head and held it in place as I pushed and prodded her asshole with my tongue.

"Nobody every licked my ass before," she said between moans. "So good. So, so good."

Judging by the juices running onto my face from her pussy, I expected she was close. When her grip relaxed slightly, I licked all the way up to her clit, my tongue slipping in and out where her husband's cock had just been on my way up.

Her clit was hard under my tongue and as I licked it, she grabbed my head again.

"Look at me," she said.

I complied, never removing my mouth from her pussy.

'Suck my clit," she said, holding my gaze. "Make me cum."

As I increased the suction on her most sensitive spot, Shannon's hips began to gyrate, slowly at first and then faster as her orgasm overtook her.

"That's me, that's me, that's me," she moaned. "I'm cumming .... ohhhhh, I'm cumming."

When her hips stopped, I slowly released the suction without taking my mouth off her, cradling her clit in my mouth as she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm.

She began to squirm slightly and I let go and sat back.

"Thank you so much," she said. "That was just what I needed."

"Anytime," I replied.

Shannon stood and retrieved her skirt from behind my desk, sliding it on and adjusting her boobs under her shirt, which had gotten askew during our interlude.

"Listen," she said. "I know you probably want me to fuck you, or suck your dick or something, but I just can't. I know I'm being selfish and I am sorry, but this has to be a one-way street."

"I understand," I said, thinking that my stiff cock, still in my pants, surely did not.

We said our good-byes, which were only slightly less awkward than they had been at her shop the week before and Shannon left. I suppose there's no real way to transition from eating your friend's cum-filled pussy to talking about the town's latest gossip or the news of the day or whatever.

After a couple of minutes, I noticed she's left her panties. I picked them up and brought them to my face. They smelled of her sex and I couldn't stop myself.

I unzipped my pants, and shoved my boxer briefs out the way. I pulled my dress shirt up around my chest and started stroking my cock as I smelled and licked at her panties.It took only a few strokes before I exploded onto my abdomen, my cock pulsing in my hand.

I scooped up the cum from my belly and ate it, too.

***

When I returned from locking the door, Shannon was out of her yoga pants and was unzipping her top to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her boobs were magnificent, in my opinion, with small dark nipples. They sagged slightly, in the way that real tits of any size do, but that only made them more enticing to me.

She was wearing a tight pair of cotton bikinis, with light pink polka dots across the fabric.

"I know they aren't the sexiest things," she said when she caught me staring. "But I like the way they feel when the stretch across my ass."

"They look great to me," I said. "Where do you want me?"

"On the floor. I want to sit on your face, but you better take off your shirt. Can't have you going off to court with my cum all over you."

I considered her sage advice and disrobed, at least from the waist up. I laid on the floor with my head up against the couch, so she would have something to hold onto or lean against if she chose.

"Kiss me through my panties," she said as she squatted over me.

I could feel the heat from her sex and smell her arousal as I gently kissed at licked at the fabric between her legs. Shannon reached down and twisted the crotch of her underwear until it was inside-out. The remnants of her husband's orgasm clung to the fabric.

"Lick them clean," she said. "I want to wear them all day."

I went to work, sucking and licking the cum as she watched from above.

After a few minutes, Shannon stood, and pushed the panties over her hips and down off her legs. She settled in above my open mouth and began to slowly gyrate as I held my tongue against her pussy.

"Clean me," she said as her hips moved. "Lick up all that cum from my pussy."

A huge glob of what was surely her husband's load fell from her hole and into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly to make room for more.

She moved as far forward as she could and my tongue found her rosebud, I pushed at it as I licked between her holes, until she pulled away from me and ground the top of her sex into my mouth.

I sucked at her clit, harder and harder. Shannon arched her back, her hands pulling at her stiffened nipples as she began to cum.

"Ohhh, yes. Ohhhh, yes," she moaned, thankfully being somewhat more quiet than she had the first time she visited. "Suck that pussy. Suck it good."

She let out a little yelp as her orgasm waned and pulled away from me.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm a little sensitive today."

I assure her it wasn't an problem.

"Did I leave my panties here the last time?" she asked.

When I said that she had, she gave me a funny look.

"Did you use them while you jerked off after I left?"

I asked how she knew.

"I assumed," she said. "I can see the tent in your pants, just like the other night."

As she dressed, including putting the polka dot panties back on, she turned to me.

"You can keep the others," she said. "Just let me know if you need a fresh pair."