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Home Improvement: Quenching Their Thirst Part 2 (MF,M+F,oral,exhib)
by Swedeguy

The girls made their way to a nice upscale Italian restaurant that was hidden
away at one corner of the sprawling mall. After waiting a few moments, the
young blond headwaiter led them to a comfortable booth near the side of the
restaurant, where they could see out into the mall and watch the shoppers
walk by. They glanced at the menus for a moment, and Ilene motioned for the
waiter.

"Yes, ladies, what'll it be today?" he said nonchalantly, innocently looking
down the top of Ilene's loose blouse at her bulging breasts. She noticed him
immediately, and pulled the menu close to her chest demurely.

"I'll have the clams with white sauce, a salad with oil and vinegar dressing,
and a cup of coffee."

"And I'll have the same, to make it easy on you." said Jill, a moment later.
"And please bring the coffee right away."

He walked away, and Ilene leaned over to Jill. "Did you see the way he tried
to look down my blouse!"

"Of course, isn't that what you want?" laughed her friend. "What do you have
planned for your 'drink'?" she quizzed.

"I think I might ask for some special cream in my coffee, like you suggested!
That ought to blow his mind!" Ilene whispered.

Presently the waiter returned with the coffee, placing the cups on the table
in front of each lady. "Creme or sugar" he asked, not aware of the ladies
upcoming request.

"None for me, I like it black, but my friend has a special need..." said
Jill, barely able to conceal the excitement in her voice.

"Oh, yes, well what can I get for you?" he turned to Ilene.

"Well, my doctor said I'm not getting enough protien in my diet. So he has me
on a special liquid diet six times a day." Her voice dropped on each word,
until she was barely whispering. The waiter leaned closer. "I would like some
warm cream in my coffee."

"Well, sure, I'd be glad to go heat up some Half-and-Half" the waiter
answered, and began to turn away.

"No, you don't understand." said Ilene, grabbing his arm as he stopped to
look at her. "The cream has to be at exactly body temperature, 98.6 degrees,
and very very fresh!" She paused for effect. "I want you to ejaculate in my
coffee."

The waiter turned a beet red. Jill thought sure she saw a perceptible bulge
begin in his pants. "Are you kidding!" he whispered, "what are you trying to
do, get me fired?"

"No, but we will get you off, wouldn't you like that? When's the last time
you came?" Ilene looked at Jill. "I want to make sure I get my money's
worth!"

"Uh, three nights ago, with my girlfriend."

"OK, then, young man, whip it out right here and let's see the old boy go to
work"

"You want me to jerk off right here in the restaurant! In front of everybody!
You're nuts! No way, you crazy -"

Ilene cut him off. "OK, I can see that might be a bit difficult. Tell you
what. You stand there in front of the table so that no one can see, and my
friend will rub your cock through your pants. Meanwhile, I'm gonna play with
my nipples through my blouse until they're hot and hard. Once you get hard,
Jill will pull your cock out real quick, suck on it a few times, and then
you take over, OK?"

"Jeeze, lady, this is the weirdest thing..." But he nodded his acceptance.
Jill began brushing her long slim fingers up and down the growing bulge in
his white trousers, while she whispered to him.

"Yes, that's it, make it hard for us. Ilene and I are some cum-drinking
sluts, we love to sip cum and let it slide right down our throats to our
stomachs." She knew the nasty talk would help to get him off. "I love it
when a guy comes all over my mouth and face, then I slurp it up with my
fingers and eat it all down. Wouldn't you like to cum on my face some day,
handsome?"

Now Ilene joined in. "Yea, baby, that's right, get that cock hard so I can
drink your cum in my coffee, that's what I want. Would you believe that
yesterday I had 10 men come in my mouth before lunch? I stopped at the new
construction site over on Maple and walked right into the trailer there. I
told the foreman I wanted 10 of his best men to come in and jerk off for me
and spray their cum right into my mouth so I could drink it all up." She
whispered the erotic words, looking right into his eyes the whole time. Only
she and Jill knew the story was false, but it did give Jill an idea.

He rapidly produced a healthy erection. "Oh, man, this isn't gonna take long
at all. Why don't you take it out and suck it a bit right now?" he whispered,
looking around to make sure that no one was watching. Jill looked at Ilene.

"Should I?"

"Ah, what the hell - why not? Just don't let him shoot off in your mouth,
you greedy bitch!" Ilene laughed. Jill slid the zipper of his slacks down
and reached in, quickly extracting the well-formed penis.

"Hey, this isn't bad." she said, dipping her tongue to slide it over the
gleaming head of his cock. She pursed her lips and slid them down over the
tip, sliding slowly down the length of his shaft and jerking the exposed
portion with her left hand. Again and again she slid down, feeding the warm
flesh into her mouth and lips, wetting it with her saliva. Jill knew how to
prolong a blowjob for dozens of minutes if she wanted to, but this time she
was going for speed, not delay. Ilene continued to knead her breasts and
pinch the nipples, making the rigid tips stand out and poke through the
flimsy blouse.

"Now remember, the minute you think you're gonna orgasm, get it out of there
and aim it at my coffee - I want every drop right in the cup!" said Ilene.
The waiter nodded at her.

"It's not gonna be...long....now...oh, god yes, yes, here it is!" he groaned,
hurriedly pulling his pulsating rod from the slightly disappointed Jill's
mouth.

"Quick, quick, shoot in the cup, in the cup!" said Ilene. The waiter pulled
on his cock a few times, and Ilene watched fascinated as the tiny hole at the
end winked open and a long thin stream of sperm shot out, splashing perfectly
right in the coffee cup in front of her. She thought it was one of the
sexiest things she'd ever seen. Again he pulled on the shaft, and another
large bolt, even larger than the first, flew out to land in the cup. Ilene
could hear Jill gasping as the third jet followed the first two, now
noticeably pooling in the coffee. A fourth and fifth stream shot out, one
missing the cup slightly to drip down the side and into the saucer. The
young waiter grunted with the effort of unloading his balls for the kinky
woman's request while maintaining a respectable image from the rear.

"Ohgod . . . . I'm cumming," he grunted through clenched teeth "right into
your coffee."

"Yes, yes, do it again, do it again!" urged Ilene. He complied with her
request, urging one last spritz of his semen to make the long trip out of his
balls, up the shaft of his cock, out the head, and across the several inches
of open air into her waiting reservoir. Finally, though, he finished, gasping
for breath. Ilene and Jill looked at him.

"That will be all." said Jill formally, dismissing him with a wave of her
hand. He hurriedly stuffed his shrinking penis back into his pants and turned
away, anxious to tell the cook and bartender this story. Jill looked over at
Ilene.

"WOW! You did all right there, kiddo! Look at the load he dropped in your
lap!" Ilene glanced down at the coffee. The milky white semen floated
serenely on top of the dark brown liquid, easily amounting to three or four
teaspoons worth. A thin strand hooked over the rim of the cup and down the
side, bubbling at the end. "And he got almost all of it right in there!" she
agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She trailed her fingertip up the
side of the cup, collecting the single line of white liquid. She looked at
Jill as she brought the white-coated finger to her lips, and sucked it dry.
"Ummmm, good stuff! Very nice, just the right tang and texture - not too
bitter, not too salty, very nice indeed."

She brought the cup to her lips and tilted it, sipping just the very tiniest
amount from the top of the liquid. It was mostly pure semen. It was warm as
the coffee itself, and Ilene purposely let some slip back down over her lower
lip and drip down her chin, knowing it would excite Jill no end. "Ummm,
absolute heaven..." she sighed, eyes closed, swallowing the warm, salty
essence. "I'm really starting to like this stuff, you know. Now if I can
convince Al to cum in my mouth more often. . ." She opened her eyes again to
gaze into the cup. "Too bad there's not more."

Jill looked at her. "I dare you to walk back to the kitchen and ask for
another helping!"

Ilene grinned. "I just might do that!" She got up with her cup of coffee,
hips swaying sexily, striding towards the swinging doors that led back to
the kitchen area. Luckily no one stopped her. How would she explain that
she wanted the cook and any other lucky males back there to masturbate and
ejaculate semen into her coffee cup? As she entered the hot steamy kitchen,
she remembered the single line of semen bisecting her lower lip and chin.
'What the hell, it'll help 'em get the idea' she thought.

As she pushed through the white doors, she was heartened to see four adult
males working in the kitchen - three white men and one young hispanic man who
seemed about 18 or 19 at the most. One man in a chef's hat looked up to see
her.

"Excuse me, madam," he said. "You're not allowed in here, this's the
kitchen."

Ilene didn't say a word, just kept walking up to him. All four men stopped
their activities to watch her. She walked right up to the man who spoke. He
was about 50 or 60 years old, swarthy skin with snowy white hair up top, and
towered a good 5 feet, three inches tall. He peered up at her curiously.
Ilene brought her face down to almost his eye level. She knew what she wanted
him to notice - the line of semen on her chin.

The man peered at her face for a second, seeming to not recognize what he
felt sure he saw. Slowly a grin crept over his crinkled face.

"Shit, lady, you got cum on your mouth! What the fuck."

At his words, the other three men quickly gathered around the two.

"Goddamn, look at that - she does, she's got some jizzum right on her chin."

"Motherfuck I know what she wants now, man, a good fucking from me!"

"Shit, horseface, you go watch the door, don't let none o'them fucking
waitresses in here to fuck this up!" said one of the men excitedly, punching
the previous speaker jokingly on the arm.

The chef spoke. "Just what is it you want, lady? We don't need to funny stuff
back here now..."

Ilene answered him coolly. "Don't worry, Pops. First off, no fucking. No way
am I gonna get down on this floor and let you guys screw me. But -", and she
looked around cautiously, "I'll give you guys the experience of a lifetime,
if you cooperate. But you have to play by my rules, or the games off, hear
me?"

The guys looked at each other. They all nodded or agreed to go along with her
as-yet unvoiced plan.

"Ok. All I want is your cum. Whatever you got stored up in those nice balls
of yours, I want. I'll show you my titties if you want, or talk dirty, or
whatever. But I don't remove any other clothes, and I don't fuck. Got that?"
They all agreed. She continued. "I'll suck you if I have to, but I'd rather
you jerked off. I want you to cum in my cup here. Not on my tits, not on my
face, not in the soup, but here in my coffee. Ok?" Again, stunned but eager
agreement. "Now here's what I want - you all gather around me up close like
this."

Ilene gathered the men in a tight circle around her. She dropped to a
squatting position, careful not to drop her knees to the grimy floor. She
pulled her blouse up over her head and removed her bra. She asked one of
the men to put them someplace where it wouldn't get dirty. The men gazed
in admiration at her creamy white breasts and hard nipples. Ilene ordered
them to unzip and take out their cocks, and start playing with them. She
watched shyly as four pricks soon felt the warm kitchen air. She watched
as the men began to pull on their pricks. One hardened to more than seven
fully extended. Another cock seemed nicely shaped, and came with a large
set of (hopefully, Ilene thought) cum-filled balls. The other cock was a
bit larger, perhaps seven to eight inches in length and two inches thick.
If only Al had a dick as big, thought Ilene. But when she glanced to her
right, and saw the cock on the old chef, she had to fight back a gasp.
His prick was easily ten inches long, and it wasn't even hard yet. Ilene
couldn't resist reaching out and grasping it firmly in one slim hand. She
shucked the skin back and forth on the shaft, pulling more and more blood
into it, feeling it harden in her fingers to a steel-like shaft.

"WOW! This is some penis you got here, where'you been all my life!" she
joked. "I hope this thing works as good as it looks!"

"Don't you worry, lady, I still got plenty of jizzum for you. Why don't
you just lick the tip a bit and see." Ilene looked up at him, and then
nodded, letter her face fall to the level of this super-cock. It was
almost fully hardened now, and seemed as long and thick as her arm. She
extended just the tip of her dainty pink tongue and laved the shiny
plum-colored head of the man's penis. As she did, she pulled up on the
skin, and was gratified to feel a small lump of pre-cum come floating up
the vein and pop out of the slit at the end. She gathered it up, and fed
it back into her mouth. "Hmmm. Kinda nutty, but nice!" she smiled up at
the old guy. She wanted to save this one for last!

Swerving to her left, she saw all the dicks being fully fisted by their
owners. Ilene leaned forwards and kissed each one in turn, tasting the
differing tang and textures of the precum on each tip. She sat back on her
heels, taking in the situation. Squatting on a grimy floor in the kitchen
of a restaurant right in the middle of the busiest mall in the Detroit,
her chest fully exposed, and four erect cocks being masturbated directly
at her face. This was beyond her wildest fantasies! The youngest one was
rapidly pumping away at his cock, breathing hard and grunting.

"Man I'm gonna cum right now, this is hot, lady get that cup over here!"
Ilene hurriedly moved the cup to hold it about three inches in front of
his pulsating cock. He pointed it down and quickly blasted five strong
streams of young cum right into the center of the cup, splashing the
liquid around crazily. As he finished pulling the last dregs of his load
out and dripping them into the cup, Ilene leaned forward on impulse and
popped the tip of his shaft in her mouth, feeling the last jet pulse
across her tongue. She noisily slurped the cock shaft into her mouth then
pulled back, letting it fall from between her lips with a wet smack.

"That's for being such a good shot, and not sperming all over a helpless
lady's pretty face." she grinned up at him. He blushed and stuffed his
cock back into his trousers, obviously not exactly at ease in this
situation. As Ilene shifted her weight, one of the other men began to
grunt and groan. Just as she turned her head to check the status, his
cock jumped and a gout of semen flew out. Ilene ducked her head quickly
to the side, almost hearing the white bullet whiz past her hair. She
yelled "NO! DOWN, DOWN!" and quickly, but without spilling any, moved the
cup to the front of his pants. He pushed his shaft downward and away from
him. Another jet leapt out, this time impacting solidly on Ilene's left
tit, splashing into tiny drops and drooling down the curve of her bosom.
'DAMN!' she thought, 'he's blowing all over me!' Ilene reached out and
grabbed the cock from its' owner, pulling on it and pointing the head
directly into her coffee cup. She milked three good shots of semen out of
him, it joined the two loads already swimming about in the caffeine. The
man wheezed and grunted with pleasure, falling away.

"Oh, fuck lady you'd better get over here.." she heard the third man groan,
and turned to see a blur with a cock in the middle. The man masturbated so
fast that Ilene thought he would injure himself, but he kept the shaft of
his penis in one spot, the head seemed not to even move about. Ilene moved
the cup so that the lip of it rested right under the tip of the man's cock.
She looked up at him.

"That's right, honey, shoot that jizz right in there, I like your cum, I
want your cum, I want to taste it and mix it with the others, just keep on
jerking...maybe tomorrow I'll come by again and you can spray your nasty
cum all over my face and lips, would you like that, big boy, wouldn't you
like to cum on a married woman's face and let her go home to her husband
and kiss him, knowing that your cum was still drying on her face, wouldn't
you like that.." she rapidly encouraged the man. Her words had the desired
effect. Suddenly the tip of his cock turned dark red and a long, thick
stream of warm semen spilled out, disappearing into the cup in her hands.
Again, a jet of cum flew out, then another and another. Ilene counted an
astonished seven jets of cum before the man exhausted himself into her
drink.

She turned to the old chef. "Ok, now it's your turn, my friend."

A few minutes later a smug Ilene stole out of the kitchen, bearing her prize
before her carefully. She made her way back to the table where Jill was
finishing up her salad. She looked up as her girlfriend returned.

"And just where have you been, you naughty girl?" Jill laughed. She looked
at Ilene. Ilene's cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes seemed sparkly.
Her lips were tightly compressed, and Ilene didn't say a word. She set the
cup down in front of Jill. Jill looked in, and saw what appeared to be
coffee-flavored semen, rather than the other way around.

"All right, you did it! How many did you get?" Ilene leaned over and picked
up a napkin and rapidly penciled some words on it, then twisted it for Jill
to read.

"3 + 1 in here - look up"

Jill read the words and looked up at Ilene's face. Ilene slowly opened her
lips as she sat down. Jill saw the line of white almost immediately. As
Ilene's lips opened further, Jill was astonished to see the entire lower
part of her mouth was flooded with semen. It covered her teeth and tongue
almost completely. Jill even saw streaks of it on the roof of Ilene's mouth
and farther back in her throat. Ilene opened her mouth as wide as she could
so that Jill could peer into it like a dentist. Ilene swished her tongue
around in the sperm, spreading it around like a milky paste. Satisfied that
Jill had seen enough, she closed her mouth and swallowed roughly. Two times.
Then she licked her lips with her tongue, pulling in any stray droplets.
Finally she cleared her throat enough to speak.

"Five loads in less than 15 minutes. Not bad for a beginner, eh?"

    

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