We Have A Complication

Bridget slowly stroked Joey into her lovely mouth, her other hand not forgetting to massage his balls with gentle caresses. Bridget enjoyed the way Joey ran his fingers through her hair; for such a muscular man, his touch was surprisingly soft and sweet. Her tongue slid on the underside of his shaft, and Bridget worked her mouth so that it twisted and turned over Joey's erection, her tongue twirling, careful not to miss any potentially sensitive nerve-endings. All the hours spent practicing on Brenda's dildo were finally paying off. She slurped up her excess saliva, the noise wet and loud in her own ears. She slipped his cock out of her mouth for a moment.

"I hope you like your blow jobs sloppy," she told him, carefully wiping her mouth. She'd have to reapply her lipstick after this particular session.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Joey breathed. Some of his dark, black hair was matted to his forehead with sweat.

Then the walkie talkie buzzed to life, "Red team this is gold team. Do you copy? Come in. Over." Joey held the walkie talkie in his hand and raised his eyebrows. Bridget smiled slyly.

"This'll be interesting," she said, her head dipping back down to Joey's crotch. She devoured his cock to the root. She knew she would have this guy eating out the crack of her ass for the rest of her life if she wanted him to; it was strange discovering that she could hold such power over a man. Maintaining his composure, Joey mashed the talk button.

"Gold team, this is red team. We copy you. What's shaking? Over," Joey said in as natural a voice as he could muster. Bridget was careful not to scrape Joey's skin with her teeth as her mouth upturned in a smile. Joey wasn't going to be able to take much more of this, she could tell. First Melvin, then Joey the security hunk. Bridget wondered who would be next; she felt as if the world was her oyster and she desperately wanted to find a pearl.

"The M-Man just phoned in from his cell. We have a complication. Over," Richie's voice said, garbled with static. Bridget felt Joey's body go tense under her, and she prepared herself for an onslaught of his cum. Her hand on the underside of his balls felt the jizz rush out of his sack and pump through some inner tube; it was a feeling both weird and cool to her.

"Compli..." Joey began and then stammered as his cock burst in Bridget's mouth, and his breathing became jagged heaves. Bridget felt his semen forcefully spurt into the back of her throat, and she was careful to let herself relax rather than choke and swallowed it down to the last dribbling drop. She sucked the last of it out as if she was guzzling a milk shake through a straw.

"Complication? What do you mean? Over," Joey said as his breathing became normal, and Bridget slurped up the last drizzles of his orgasm.