Free The Plan by Apryl Summers Page B

the
restaurant and noticed that no one was nearby. Still rubbing, I said, “ Keep your eyes closed and imagine me in
the shower. ”
    I lifted the long tablecloth that reached
the floor on all sides, ducked my head under and scooted under the table. On
all fours, I quietly crawled toward Harvey, placed my hands inside his thighs
and spread them apart. When I did, he whispered, “ Kelly, get out of there. ”
    “ Shhh, ” I said. With my right hand on his bulge, I
started rubbing him. “ Slide
forward, ” I
requested. Harvey moved his chair closer, bringing his lower body against the
table. I lifted the tablecloth and placed it upon his waist, exposing his pants
from the waist down. I unzipped his zipper, reached inside the opening of his
underwear and carefully and cautiously pulled his cock from his pants until his
entire shaft was out.
    Cupping my hand to my mouth, I discharged
spittle into my palm to moisten his penis. Placing my hand around his shaft, I
softly stroked up and down his prick. Then I moistened my other hand and, using
circular motion, I caressed his dick. His penis was long, longer than Thomas ’ s, and incredibly thick. When I pulled on
him to point his dong towards my mouth, I noticed his cock was firm and curved
like a banana.
    Clinching my hands around his shaft, I
leaned closer to allow my saliva to drop on the tip of his head. Fully drenched
with my drool, I continued stroking using circular motions, forward and
backwards.
    At that moment, the waiter walked out with
a coffee pot and asked, “ More
coffee? ”
    “ No, I
am good, just waiting for my girlfriend to come back from the restroom, ” Harvey responded.
    “ Okay, ” the waiter replied. “ Would you like your check now? ”
    “ In a
minute. ”
    The waiter walked away and I continued.
    He was obviously doing his best to keep a
straight face, because when I heard the waiter ’ s voice, I pressed my lips around the tip
of his head and started licking his opening with my tongue. I figured I had
about five more minutes until the waiter returned, so this was not going to be
a long, drawn out blowjob. I had sucked a dick before, a couple of times, but I
had never tasted or swallowed cum.
    With my lips around his head, I realized I
either was going to have to allow him to shoot his load in my mouth, or risk
his juice on my face, hair or dress. What was worse, tasting it or wearing it?
I did not know. If my con was going to work, I had to suck it up, literally.
    Placing my left hand on his thigh to hold
my balance, and my right hand on his pecker, I pushed my face toward his
stomach, allowing his cock to slide across my tongue. I had never done
deep-throat, but I was willing to try. Pushing with force, I could feel his
dong glide down the back of my throat. At first I wanted to gag, but by
slipping him in and out with quick thrusts, it did not hurt or choke me. Each
time I plunged forward with my mouth, I stroked his cock toward my face until my
hand and mouth touched.
    Repeatedly, I rocked my head forward and
backwards several times, stroking, and then pulling his cock out of my mouth to
slide my tongue up and down on the tip of his head. Finally, I could feel his
dagger swell in my mouth, so large I no longer could deep-throat him. Instead,
with fast motions, I sucked hard.
    Harvey repositioned his legs, stretching
them out, barely touching the floor. Obviously, a sign he was ready to cum.
Sure enough, his legs tightened and then twitched when I felt the burst of his
load blast the back of my throat like a fire hose shooting out high-pressured
water. The ejaculation was intense. His warm juice blasted in intervals, very
similar to my orgasms and with each thrust, the throbbing continued.
    It was not that bad. A little salty, but I
like potato chips, crackers and other salty foods, so it did not gross me out
like I thought it would. Wiping off my lips, still on all fours under the
table, I turned around to crawl out. When I started to get