0 comments/ 6489 views/ 2 favorites Samantha Mohr Comes for Christmas By: dispatcher59 I used to work with Samantha Mohr when I lived in Atlanta years ago. My job changed and I moved away, to a smaller college town a day's drive from Atlanta. I work at the college there in administration. They have an earth sciences program that offers a meteorology degree, and sometimes have guest lecturers come out to address the students. I had mentioned this to Samantha when I moved out, and she was able to become one of the weather professionals who participate in the program. One of the lectures is done in the final weeks of the year, not long after Thanksgiving. It's not a popular date for many who lecture, but Samantha and I have made it a way to celebrate Christmas together, sharing some dinner and shopping. Sam is something of a tease, and likes to have a little fun as well, so the visits are ones we both look forward to. It's becoming our own Christmas tradition. Samantha usually does an afternoon lecture, coming during the morning. We'll get a quick lunch, then she'll go do her speech, and meet me afterwards. Last year, she came to my office at the end of the day, as we were going to do our usual shopping and dinner. She liked to shop here, as we have some different stores, and she could also shop at her leisure, as she had some time without the demands of work and a husband pressing on her. It was a relaxing time for us, and we enjoyed being together. It always wound up with us teasing each other to distraction. Sam arrived at my office after her lecture looking quite festive in a bright red shirtdress with a snowflake pattern. It came to about four inches above her knee, and she had left the last two buttons undone. The top was also unbuttoned to the point where I could see some of the hang of her breasts, always a treat, and I always enjoy seeing them. It was warm, as it usually is, but Sam wore a white cardigan to hold off the little bit of chill now that it was almost dark. Black high heeled boots completed her outfit. I got up to greet her, giving her a quick, slightly lingering kiss. "Ready to go??" I asked. "Yes," said Sam. "You know how I look forward to our shopping excursions." We walked out of the building toward my car. As we walked, I noticed her tits were swaying quite a bit. A closer look told me she was not wearing a bra under her dress, as I could see her bare right tit in the gap between her buttons. Sam had a tendency to go braless when we had our get together at Christmas, knowing it would turn me on to watch the swing of her unbound breasts as she walked, stretched and leaned while she shopped. It was already working. "Did you go braless all day??" I asked, hoping she had. I can only imagine the guys in the lecture were going nuts thinking of her jugs wrapped around their throbbing cocks. "Of course," said Sam, smiling at me. "I know how you love me to go without. And I love knowing how crazy it makes you." We were now halfway across the lot. Sam looked around and undid another button, now exposing quite a bit of her right tit. She looked at me mischievously. We arrived at my car and got in. "I bet you're not wearing panties either,' I said, smiling at her. "Maybe I'm not," said Sam, with a sparkle in her eye. I had wanted to grab her as soon as I saw her in my office, but we had to be discreet, at least around the campus. In the relative privacy of my car, I was a little bolder, and I leaned over to give Samantha the kiss I dared not give her in my office. She met me full on, and we kissed deeply, tongues tangling as if we were trying to suck each other's tonsils out. I reached into her dress to caress the breast I had been watching for the last few minutes, squeezing the nipple til it was firm, and making Samantha squeal. We broke our kiss. "Now that was a hello!!" said Sam, slightly out of breath, her face red. "And you know how I love when you play with my nipples." We shared another short kiss, and headed away from the college. We pulled up at one of the local department stores, and Sam started looking around. There was a young guy, about 22 or so, working in shoes. Samantha spied him saying to me, "I think I could use a pair of boots." This kid was in for a treat. "You want me to stay in the background, in case it goes somewhere??" I asked. "You'd do that??" asked Samantha, a little taken aback. "Sure," I said. "Maybe you can give him a Christmas treat he's not expecting." I kissed Samantha lightly, and told her to have fun with him, and take it as far as she can. "How far should I go??" she asked, looking a little puzzled. "As far as you dare," I told her, and kissed her again. I vanished off into the racks opposite the shoes, close enough that I could see and hear, but where I would not be obvious. Samantha sat down in the row of chairs facing me, taking a pair of boots to try on. She looked at me and smiled, then lifted her leg up to change into one of them. When she did, her dress parted where the buttons were open, revealing what I had thought all along. There was nothing between me and a dark blonde patch of pubic hair, parted by her slightly spread labia. This kid was in for a real treat. The clerk came by, and asked Sam if he could show her anything. She told him about a pair of boots she would like to try. He disappeared into the stock room to retrieve them, coming back a moment later with a box. He sat on the stool in front of her, and she took off the one boot she had tried on, giving him a good look at her furry muff. She put on both boots, and took a walk around the shoe section, then sat back down in front of him. She took her time getting out of them, then asked him for another style, again showing off her pussy. I could see she was getting excited by showing her charms to the clerk, as she was now much more open, and getting wet. He must have noticed too, as his pants seemed to be bulging when he stood up after Sam took off the boots she had tried. I walked over close enough to talk to her. "Did he notice??" I asked. "Oh yeah. He's hard as a rock." Sam opened another button on the bottom of her dress. "How far are you going to tease him??" Samantha looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "I'm going to fuck him if I can. You don't mind, do you??" she asked sweetly. I smiled. "The cougar is unleashed. Go for it!!" Just then I heard voices in the back. It was the clerk and a colleague, who said she was going on break, asking if he would be OK alone. He said yes. I looked at Samantha. "Looks like you'll get your chance. Gotta go." We blew each other a kiss and I resumed my discreet observation post. The clerk came back out, and again assisted Samantha getting the boots on. Even from my hiding spot, I could see his pants stretched by his erection as Sam showed off her glistening twat. She stood up and grabbed the kid around the waist to steady herself, then with her left hand, grabbed his crotch, lingering a moment. "Take me in the back," I heard her say, leading the kid by the hand. He followed, and they disappeared into the stock room. They were gone about five minutes, when Samantha came out with a box under her arm smiling at me. She headed down the main aisle, and I followed, catching up to her quickly. "Well??" I asked. "Got a nice pair of boots," she said, looking over and smiling. "Bet you drove a hard bargain," I teased her. "I got shafted," she said, laughing. I thought I was picking up the faint aroma of semen as we walked. I pulled Samantha into a rack of dresses, tall enough so what we were doing would not be obvious. "Lemme see," I said. Sam lifted her dress so I could see her pussy. Her bush was wet and had a couple of streaks of come in it, and there was a streak of sperm starting to run down her left thigh. I kissed her and put two fingers into her still slightly spread pussy, which made a slurping noise as I opened it up. "Damn-you did get shafted!! How did it play out??" "When we got in the back, there was a stool against the back wall. I sat up on it and pulled up my dress as I pulled him to me. I undid his pants-good thing he was wearing dark ones, because there was a big spot on his briefs where he had been leaking precome. I pulled them down and put his cock at my opening, and he pushed in. I still had the black boots on, and wrapped my legs around him to hold him in. He was still leaking, and I was so wet he slid right in and started pumping me. He said he was going to come soon, and I told him in this case, that would be a good thing. I don't think he lasted two minutes. He pulled out as he started to come, but I took his cock and put it back inside me, and told him I wanted to feel his come filling me. He did too!!" We continued our shopping, Samantha showing off to me every time she went to look at something. Mostly it was giving me a view of her tits as she leaned this way and that to inspect various items. We ended up at the jewelry counter-she usually got her daughter something for Christmas-and I stood behind Sam as she looked in the case while we waited for the sales girl. I was thinking about her getting boned by the shoe clerk, and my cock was bulging. I leaned forward, looking over her shoulder as she looked in the case. There were garment racks on our side of it, and a post to our right, so the view was blocked from two angles. Samantha felt my cock pressing on her ass and pushed back. "I could do you right here, just lift your dress up and bang your sloppy pussy right over the counter," I whispered in Sam's ear. "Mmmmm, I like that idea. Too bad it would be so obvious, and there are probably cameras everywhere. The idea of your come filling me so soon after the other guy is making me hot." I stepped to Sam's left, so we now had every view but front on blocked. I reached up under her dress, playing in the come on her thighs, gathering it as I ran my hand up her leg til I was at her opening. Sam smiled as I pushed the dripping semen into her pussy with two fingers, sighing loudly as I ran them over her clit. She was very wet, and I enjoyed the feel of her come slick labia as I played in them. "What are you doing??" asked Samantha, smiling broadly as I continued to play with her. "Just playing. It's too risky to fuck you right here," I whispered in her ear. "But I can still make you crazy without drawing attention. You know I'll finish this later-if I don't come in my pants first." Samantha rubbed her ass on my cock, laughing. "I might make you come right here." "You do and you'll have to clean it up afterward," I warned her. "I'll be cleaning up after you all night," said Samantha, turning to kiss me. I kept fingering her as we waited, and she was soon gasping as I brought her closer. "Should I stop now??" I asked, seeing a sales clerk approaching. "Don't you dare!!" said Samantha in a loud whisper. No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, her pussy gushed over my hand, and I watched as she closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from crying out. After 30 seconds she opened her eyes again, just as the sales girl was walking behind the counter. Samantha somehow managed to stay composed as she made her purchase, and we headed for the parking lot. Once to my car, she pulled me to her, kissing me hard. "I want your cock in me," Sam said as she pulled away. Normally, we'd drive over to a more secluded spot, but she was so hot she just opened the back door and slid in, her dress opening to show her used pussy as she moved across the seat. By the time I got in, she already had all the buttons on her dress open, giving me a full display of her impressive tits and spread and leaking labia, as well as her come splashed bush. Once I was in, she opened my shirt, then undid my belt and pants, pulling my stiff cock out. I was leaking already, and when Samantha stroked my cock, a big drop of come appeared and slid down the shaft onto her fingers and wedding ring. "You guys all seem to have the same problem," said Samantha, looking at my come dripping onto her fingers. "Your cocks just leak all the time." "Funny how it always happens when you're around," I said, smiling at Samantha. She started pushing my pants off, so I lifted up off the seat to make her task easier, and I was soon hovering over her, my oozing cock ready to enter her wet, waiting cunt. I put the head at her opening and plunged into her freshly fucked pussy, slurping in her recent conquest's come as I entered her. Samantha was wonderfully slick and steamy, and I savored the feel as I began to pound her. Samantha was loving it, meeting my every thrust from below. The car was filled with the sound and smell of sloppy sex, something Samantha enjoyed. I was easily reaching her depths since she was so well lubed by the shoe clerk's come, and the head of my cock was banging her cervix with every stroke, even as the base was hitting her clit. It didn't take long before she went over the edge, thrusting quickly up, then wrapping her legs around me as she came, he pussy clenching around my swelling tool. I held my cock in her deep as she came, crying out with a long moan. I felt her juice, along with the sperm already in her, soak my balls as it flowed out of her. She came down finally and looked up at me. We had a quiet moment while Samantha recovered. "You know, I've been serving up sloppy seconds to my husband for as long as you and I have been doing this, sort of as a punishment for not taking care of me, maybe thinking he'll notice something different and might change his outlook about some of the things I want. But this is the first time I've done it purely for fun. Feeling your cock in me after that young man in the store came in me was hotter than I ever imagined. And you know how I love sloppy sex." My cock was throbbing inside her, listening to Sam talk about being spermed by someone was getting me hotter too. Sam noticed while we lay there. "Mmmm feels like it's a turn on for you too," she said as I pushed a little deeper. "It is. I'll let you in on a little secret. My fantasy is sloppy seconds. Seeing you there on the seat with your dress open and another guy's come dripping from your pussy, and then feeling you filled with come is making me crazy, and a real turn on. I knew when I told you in the store to take it as far as you thought you could with that guy, that it might end up this way." I was getting closer to coming from feeling Sam's cunt around me, and was leaking a steady stream of come into her. I knew it would not be long. I also knew how Samantha liked to end these back seat sessions we have at the mall, with me spewing all over her pussy. Then I was there. "God, Sam, I'm ready, I'm going to come," I said, looking down at her. Samantha smiled at me. "You know what I want," she said, her blue eyes sparkling. "I bet after fucking my sloppy cunt you have a huge load for me. I want to see it spewing from your pulsing, swollen cock, shooting all over that hairy twat you love so much." I pulled out slowly, a big glob of come seeping from my bobbing cock. Samantha stroked me slowly. "Give it to me. Spray your hot sperm all over my bush and pussy, I want to feel it on me all night while we're out." I started to shoot, a couple of big spurts that made big puddles in Sam's pubes. I kept coming, Sam urging me on. "Yeah, baby, make me a spermy mess. Oooohh that looks so hot, and I feel so slutty. Make me your little come slut." My orgasm trailed off, but I still left Samantha with a huge dripping load all over her bush, dripping down over her spread labia and onto her ass, and a few stray blobs on her thighs. She was a mess. Sam looked up at me with a smile as she squeezed the last of my come from my cock, licking it off her fingers. I sat up on the seat and looked at Samantha, covered in my come. I watched as she buttoned her dress back over her tits and down to her waist. I pulled my jeans up over my still leaking cock. One of the things about this particular part of our "Christmas tradition" was that when we were done screwing in the car after our shopping trip, there was no clean up. We just got dressed and went to dinner. Samantha liked the feel of my come on her bush and thighs. This year, she had a better time of it, since she was just wearing a dress. The first time, she was wearing jeans, and my come made her pubes stick to the inside of them as it dried; last year she wore a skirt, but with panties. She kept them on while we fucked, and I pulled out and shot my load into them, soaking her bush and her panties, leaving her in the same sticky situation. It was fun watching her fidget while we were at dinner as my sperm dried in her bush. She would comment to me about how my come felt in her pubes, and how the hair was sticking to her panties. I asked her to show me. When I got up to go to the mens room in the restaurant, she flashed me, showing her panties with the wet spots from my come, which was a turn on for both of us, and we had a hot session in her hotel later on. Samantha was tugging at her dress, so she opened the door and stepped out, still undone from the waist. There was a slight breeze, and it picked up her dress, revealing her messy twat as she stood in front of me. She smiled as she started to button up. "A little chilly??" I teased. "Just a bit," Sam laughed. "But I like it. The outside air always feels different on places that don't usually get it." Once recomposed, we took off for our usual steak and seafood place. The food was good, and Samantha never lacked for attention, since the server was always a college kid. Sam took great pleasure in leaving the top of her dress undone enough to show a lot of cleavage. I'd tease her about how the guy was going to go home that night and stroke his cock while thinking of her magnificent tits. "I bet he has his cock out before he leaves the parking lot," smiled Sam. If he only knew the object of his desire was already splashed with come, and would have welcomed his if he had asked. The staff at the restaurant was mostly male. I could see them all take notice as Samantha and I walked in. We were shown to a table, and Sam sat down, settling slowly, knowing that all the guys were watching her. She made sure they got a good look up her dress as she sat and adjusted her chair. Needless to say, we did not lack for service during our visit. We enjoyed our dinner, though Sam seemed to shift in her seat a lot. "A little uncomfortable??" I asked. "Your come is drying in my bush, and every once in a while some of the other guy's come drips out. I didn't clean up from either of you, so I'm quite a mess, and it's making my hair stick together," said Samantha, smiling. Sam, aware the guys were watching, spent a lot of time crossing her legs back and forth. When we were ready to leave, she said she needed to go to the ladies room. She smiled at me, and got up, flashing her come splashed pussy at the two waiters and bartender who were standing toward the front of the room. She smiled at me, giving me a knowing look as she walked off. She came back shortly and sat down, again smiling at me. "That'll get them started," she said to me with a wink. "I saw three of the guys up front and knew they'd be watching, so I decided it was a good time to give the guys a show." I laughed. "I'm sure it's something they'll remember for a long time. You make for a memorable Christmas!!" We laughed together. I excused myself to go to the men's room. "Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone," I teased Sam. She just smiled. We chatted a couple of minutes when I got back. Then Sam got a surprised look on her face. What's up with that face??" I asked. "I just felt a rush of come when I crossed my legs that last time. I can feel it in my hair and it's on my thighs." "Maybe it's time to go now. Want to give those guys a real show??" Sam had been looking over my shoulder while we talked, watching them watch her. Samantha Mohr Comes for Christmas "I think it is," said Samantha, giving me a wink. "They won't forget this shot." We got up to leave, Samantha taking her time getting out of the seat, showing them not only her come splashed pubes, but the cream pie she had gotten from the guy in the shoe department. We laughed hard as soon as we got outside. "You're turning into such a slut," I told Samantha. "I am," Sam replied. "And I'm loving it. Being away from home is so freeing. I can do what I want and don't have to worry about anyone seeing me. It's a real thrill, more than I imagined. And you're such a bad influence!!" Sam kissed me, hard. "I love that you've brought out this side of me. I'm really enjoying it. Let's go back and play." We kissed again when we got in the car. I could not resist reaching into Sam's dress to fondle her big hanging braless tits, making her nipples stand up. "That feels so good, but let's get back to my room so I can get your cock inside me. All this playing and flashing has me so hot," said Samantha. We went back to Samantha's hotel, taking the elevator up to the third floor. As soon as the doors closed, Samantha slowly started unbuttoning her dress, smiling at me as she undid each button. She still had four to go when we got off, all in the middle, so as she walked down the hall, I had a great view of her swinging tits, and sometimes her bush when her dress fell right. We entered her room, and Sam was immediately all over me, kissing me hard undoing my belt and the button on my jeans as I took my shirt off. She pushed my jeans down to the floor while I kicked off my shoes, and she eased me down on the bed. She pulled my pants off, and I pushed up higher on the bed so we could have some leverage. I lay there for a moment as Samantha climbed up on the bed, her dress open, but still buttoned in the middle. She stroked me a couple of times as she hovered over me, her come splashed blonde pussy open to take me. She took my cock in her hand, and lowered herself onto me. She was still slick, and I savored the feel of her sloppy cunt once again as it engulfed me. She rode me steadily, and I positioned myself to get the maximum pressure on her clit. It didn't take long til she was breathing hard, and her hips were shaking. I watched as her tits bounced above me, playing with them as she rode. I took one, then the other into my mouth, sucking her nipples til they were standing up like wine corks. I slowed my attack on her tits, now taking the left one and working over her nipple as I squeezed it gently. The change of pace got Samantha even more excited, and she was soon coming hard over my cock, and I could feel her juice mixed with her first lover's come soaking me. I let her relax from her climax, and looked up at her. "Well, Merry Christmas!!" said Samantha, smiling. "That was a real holiday treat!!" "Oh I'm not done giving you presents yet," I said. I rolled Samantha off me, moving her onto her back and climbing between her legs. I looked down at her, enjoying the view of her tangled curls and now spread, wet labia, ready to take on my cock again. I undid the remaining buttons on her dress, and lowered myself toward her. Sam took my cock, stroking it as she put it at her opening. "You're so hard," she said, as she squeezed a drop of come from the tip, watching it drop into her bush. "I bet you have lots of hot come to add to my soaking pussy." Sam smiled and pulled me into her. As she released my cock, I easily pushed into her deep since she was so wet from her own come and the sperm already inside her, pressing the head against her cervix. "Ooh, you are big," said Sam, feeling my cock hit her deep. I pulled back and pushed forward, again hitting the entrance to her womb. "Ohhh, that feels so good. Oh, I want your come, your seed filling me, mixing with the other young man's sperm." I continued to slowly thrust into her, knowing I would come inside her soon, adding my sperm to the load already in her. Finally, I was there, pushing as deep as I could, setting off a quiet orgasm for Sam as I unloaded in her pussy. "Oh, your come is so hot, I feel it shooting in me, filling me again. Mmm, that's so hot, come from two guys in me..." Sam's voice trailed off as her orgasm suddenly intensified, her hips quaking, soaking me again even as I kept coming inside her now massively flooded twat. My cock was swimming inside her. As hot as it was taking sloppy seconds from her, the feel of her insides with so much come was incredible, and I stayed hard for another ten minutes or so. I pulled my still seeping cock out, pressing the head against Sam's clit, rubbing it up and down, making her jump, then I put it back in, savoring the sloppiness around me. I'd pull out again, now rubbing the head all around her bush, then entering her again, then pull out and coat her thighs, teasing her clit as I entered her once more. Sam, when she wasn't reacting to my teasing, was laughing as I made her more and more of a mess, something I know she loves. Finally I pulled out and lay next to her, and we kissed. "That was incredible," said Sam, catching her breath and looking down at her soaked and matted bush. "I'm such a mess, and it feels so good, come all in me and on me. You know how I love to get spermed all over." "Yes, I do," I said, looking down at her pussy, leaking from the two loads she had inside her, her come covered pubes and thighs, even come on her belly. "It's one of the things I love about you." I took some of the come leaking from her twat and rubbed it on her tits. Samantha giggled then sighed as I rubbed the slick fluid all over her left breast, lingering on the nipple. "I like that," said Samantha, smiling. "We'll have to do it more." "I plan on it," I said, "but not before I make you a bigger mess." With that, I turned on the bed, putting my face up to her dripping and splattered pussy. The scent of semen was almost overpowering, she was covered in so much of it. "You aren't..." said Sam, looking a little taken aback. "You know me better than that," I said, with a chuckle. "Yes I do," said Samantha, first looking at my come slick cock, then taking it in her mouth. "Mmmmm, you taste like come-and me!!" "And you taste mostly like come," I said. Samantha proceeded to lick my cock clean. I ran my tongue up and down her outer lips, tasting the generous coating of sperm. There was still a lot of semen running out of her pussy, so I licked it up off her ass, and back into her dripping cunt, sticking my tongue in, and lapping around. Sam's hips started to shake when I did that, so I slowed my pace and gave her a good workover with my tongue. Sam started to moan, then grabbed my head. I knew she was close, so I licked up her sloppy slit til I reached her clit, and swirled my tongue around it. Sam screamed and she went off like a Roman candle, mashing her creaming pie into my face. I held on, keeping my tongue on her clit. I stayed there til she pulled me off, and up to her face. We kissed hard, savoring the taste of each other. We separated, and I lay down on the bed, Samantha pulling her dress off and tossing it in a heap on the floor, then lying on the bed, resting her head on my shoulder. "Wow!!" said Samantha, catching her breath. I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I kissed her hair. "I'm not surprised. It seems that sex kind of snowballs. One experience intensifies the next. That, and most people stop when they're spent, plus a lot of guys won't go down on their partner after she's full of come, so she never gets to feel how much the feeling are increased by having that stimulation after her man has come inside her. The slickness just makes everything hotter. And there's the added sense that people don't do this, so the taboo factor plays into it as well." Samantha thought a moment and snuggled into me as she spoke. "That's all true, and imagine how much more intense it is to have you go down on me not only after you came inside me-and all over me earlier-but after that kid from the store came in me too. I just exploded. It was great!!" Samantha rolled onto her side, and I followed, curling up behind her, reaching over her to hold her right tit as we lay together. "I'm glad I could give you that," I said. "I love making you feel good." "You always do, and now you've given me another way to feel good, really good." Samantha nestled into me, and we were soon sleeping. The next morning we arose, and Samantha went into the shower. I watched the morning news a few minutes, then went in to use the bathroom and brush. Just as I was getting done, Samantha came out of the shower, her heavy, hanging tits swaying in front of her. She sat to do her hair and make up, and I leaned over to kiss her on top of her head. She wrapped her arm around me, and I reached over her right shoulder and played with her right breast, feeling its heft as I played under it. "Starting already??" said Samantha, with a smile in her voice. "You've been teasing me with those since yesterday. They're too much to resist," I said as she turned to me, now stroking my growing cock. As she faced me, she took my dick and placed it on the tit I had just been playing with. I rubbed it all around, playing the shaft over the top and nipple, and running my shaft up and down over it, making it stand up. I then did the same thing on her left breast. Samantha cupped her breasts, playing them around my cock. I continued to rub my cock from one side to the other as she held them. "I love how you make love to my breasts," said Sam with a sigh. "I love the feel of your fat cock all over them." She kept playing with it, finally capturing it between her well rounded jugs. She took her tits and slowly moved them up and down, giving me the wonderful sensation of fucking them. I watched as the head of my dick disappeared into the deep valley between them, then reappeared as she stroked it. The head was swelling, and I knew she'd have me blowing a load all over her gorgeous udders very soon. "I love how your breasts make love to my cock," I said as the head pulsed. I pulled away, not wanting to come quite yet. I let it bob in front of Samantha. She took it in her left hand, and I watched her wedding set slide up and down on it as she took me in her mouth. There's nothing so horny as watching a married woman's rings on a cock that's not her husband's, and the sight was making me stiff as a steel rod. I started to leak in Sam's mouth, making her giggle. She pulled me out. "Someone is ready to make me a mess right out of the shower," said Samantha, licking off the head and holding my balls, squeezing them gently. "I bet you have a nice heavy thick load to make me nice and sticky before I go off to my lecture. You know how I love when you come all over my tits, and I'll love feeling your come in my bra while I'm talking to all those college kids." I smiled down at her. "You know how I love coming all over your tits, seeing the white jizz dripping off them. I want you to have something to remind you of this morning while you're looking out at all those college guys and wondering how it would feel for one of them to shoot all over you." Sam laughed. "Hey, no fair. How am I supposed to talk about the weather, when the only thing I can think about will be some 22 year old guy's hard on spewing come all over my tits??" "I'm sure you'll get through it. You're an experienced professional." Sam again put my cock between her tits and I pushed it up and down til I was ready to spurt. I pulled away, and Sam stroked me the last few seconds. The last stroke was slow, all the way to my balls. She looked at me intently. "Give it to me, honey," Sam said, looking up at me, a sparkle in her blue eyes. "You know I want to watch your throbbing cock blast all that hot sticky sperm on me." She stroked up again slowly, holding the shaft just below the head. I pulsed, and a shot of come hit her chin, then dripped off onto her left tit. She pointed my cock at her chest, and I shot a rope of sperm over her left tit, then another that hit her nipple. Sam then aimed me at her right breast, and I blew a couple more streaks across it, giving it a good coating of come. I trailed off, shooting some in between her tits as well. When I was spent, there was a healthy coating of semen on both breasts, which I rubbed in, my come getting stickier as I massaged it into her tits with the head of my cock. I took the pee hole and rubbed it over her nipples, which really turned her on. I could feel her hips shudder as she had a small orgasm from the play of my cockhead and come over her sensitive nipples. "That was sweet!!" said Samantha, smiling up. "You know how I can come from you playing with my nipples, and feeling your come all over them while you did it was hot!!" I backed away to sit, and Sam continued to rub my come into her tits, til it was dried and tacky. She smiled at me, then got up and pulled a red lacy bra and panties from her suitcase. She put the panties on first, pulling them up slowly over her dark blonde bush as I watched. They were bikini style, and left some of her pubic hair straying from the leg band, which she knows makes me crazy. She took her time getting adjusted. "You know the only thing I'll be thinking about today will be how you look in those," I said. "Well, why should I be the only one who's distracted at work??" Sam said, teasing me. Sam then put her bra on, taking time to get her tits set in it. I could see there was still dried come on her tits, some of which was going to be in her bra. "You're going to be a little sticky in there," I said. "I know," said Samantha, smiling at me. "Your come will make my bra stick to my tits occasionally, but I like the way it feels, and want to feel you with me." She then pulled out a white sweater dress and slipped it over her head. It came just below mid thigh, and had a V neck that showed off some cleavage. I could see where my come had dripped between her tits, and wondered if it would dry before Sam got to the college. Knee high black boots completed the look. Samantha looked hot. I know if I were a college guy at this lecture, I wouldn't be able to concentrate of the subject at all. The only thing I'd be thinking about was being the next guy to spill his sperm over those magnificent tits. We went to breakfast, since Sam's lecture wasn't til ten. While we were at breakfast, I got a text from my boss, asking me to take care of something for one of the administrators. As I was getting the assignment, it became obvious that it would take up a good chunk of the late morning and go into the afternoon. I had hoped to take Samantha to lunch, but that now looked unlikely. I gave Sam the bad news. "That was the boss. They need me to do something for one of the administrators, it has to get done today. I'll miss you for lunch." "That's too bad," said Samantha, looking disappointed. "I know," I said. "I was looking forward to another couple hours of you before you went back to Atlanta. Perhaps you'll be able to find a companion for a good lunch. I'm sure one of these fine young men will be happy to be your lunch date." Samantha adjusted her dress, letting her tits fill it out a little more than they were already. "You think I'll find someone??" Samantha asked, her eyes sparkling. "I have a feeling there will be no shortage of guys wanting to share your table," I said, smiling back. "I bet that dress will inspire them." "Maybe it will inspire one of them to cover me the way you did this morning." "I have no doubt. I know that's what I'd want." "I bet I can get him to fill me like you did, too," said Samantha, purposely teasing me. "You do that, I'll go down on you when you get back," I said, seeing if she'd take the bait for a hot sloppy seconds round later. "You're on," said Samantha. "But you know I'll be right there for the payoff this afternoon!!" I took Sam over to the lecture hall. Before we got out of the car, we kissed, since we would not get a chance once we were in the hall. "I'll see you after your afternoon lecture. Come to my office if you don't see me in the auditorium," I said to her. "Hope you have a good lunch." "I'm sure I'll find something tasty," Sam said with a sly look. We kissed again, and I walked her into the hall. I went out and introduced her, and I was off. I got back to my office around 4:30. It was a Friday and no one was around, not unusual for that time of the week. I sat at my desk to play catch up on some things, and get set for Monday. About ten minutes later Samantha came in and closed the door behind her. She came over to me, and I got up to kiss her, which turned into a long, deep kiss. "Hey, I thought we shouldn't do that kind of thing in here," said Sam, a smile in her voice. "You never know who might be looking." "I'm the only one here, I'm pretty sure," I said. "I think you are. I didn't see anyone else when I came in," said Sam as she walked over and locked the door, then came back and sat on my desk where I would pull my chair up. "So, how did it go??" I asked, pretty sure of the answer, since it looked like the creases where her tits met her chest were glistening. "Have a good lunch??" "Very nice. I met a nice young man, and we had a good time," said Sam, a twinkle in her eye. "Tell me more," I said, reaching for the hem of Samantha's dress. She playfully smacked my hand. "Not just yet, you'll get your chance!! I was talking to some of the group after the lecture, and I got into a conversation with a guy who at first seemed a little geeky, but turned out to be well spoken, and unlike a lot of college students, knew what he was talking about. I asked him if he'd like to have lunch with me, and he accepted. We had a quick lunch, during which he told me about a weather station he'd set up in his apartment. Perfect, I thought-that's how I'll get him where I need him." "Like you'd need to convince him," I teased. Samantha laughed. "He was pretty interested in me. I could see him checking me out in this dress. Of course, the cleavage didn't hurt!! We went to his apartment, and he showed me his station. It was actually pretty good considering what he had to work with. I did a lot of leaning, knowing he'd be looking at me most of the time. We were very close to each other the whole time, finally we were looking at his computer together, our faces quite close. It was then that I kissed him, and we were started. "We stood up, and he reached for my tits, giving them a good squeeze as we kissed. I reached for his pants, undoing them and getting them down. He then pulled my dress over my head, and I pulled off his shirt. He stepped out of his pants and I knelt in front of him, looking at the massive bulge in his briefs, with a hint of his cockhead sticking above the waistband. I don't understand why girls don't go after the shy guys more. Most of the ones I've seen have a huge cock, and he was no exception. I mean, he had to be nine inches. I pulled his underwear off, letting his dick bob out in front of me. I took my bra off, and rubbed that big dick all over my tits, playing the head on my nipples, finally putting it between them. He slowly thrust up and down, it was so hot to watch the fat head going in and out of them. I had him play with my nipples as he tit fucked me, and I came so hard. He was starting to leak, so I ran the head over my nipples, giving them a thin coating of his precome. "I took his head in my mouth so I could taste him. I sucked him slowly, feeling him grow in my mouth. I pulled him out when I sensed he was getting close, and had him put his cock between my tits again. He was seeping a steady stream of come now, and it was getting all in between my breasts. When I looked up, he had closed his eyes, and looked like he was going to lose it. I pulled him away and took the head of his cock in my mouth again, stroking the shaft. It didn't take thirty seconds, and I could feel him pulsing. He started to shoot, a big burst into my mouth. I pulled him out, and he shot another burst on my cheek, then I pointed him at my tits, where he shot streak after streak of hot come all over them." Samantha Mohr Comes for Christmas "He must have thought he'd won the lottery," I said, tweaking Sam. "Or maybe I did," said Samantha, smiling. "That was a really big load. He came all over my tits and face, and it was dripping down onto my belly, some even rolling down onto my panties." "Did you rub it all in??" "Mmmm, yes!!" Sam's eyes lit up. "You know how I love sloppy sex." "I do. I hope he left you a complete mess," I said, again reaching for the hem of Sam's dress. Again she slapped me away. "Not yet. You'll get to see soon enough," Sam said with a smile. "After he came, I slid up on the bed, pulling him with me. I pulled my panties down, exposing myself to him. He licked his lips as he saw mine. I was already open, I was so hot. He knelt in front of me, taking his time. Waiting the fifteen seconds for him was agony. Finally he went in on me, licking my labia from butt to my clit, slowly, right up my slit. He swirled his tongue on my clit, then licked back down. I started to cream right away it felt so good, and the anticipation was driving me nuts. He licked me again, which only intensified the feeling. Then he started tonguing my clit while he played a couple of fingers inside me. It didn't take five minutes, I was starting to shudder and shake, then he ran his tongue over my clit and into me, sucking on my clit, and I was done. I started thrashing around and almost broke his nose when I bucked into him. He held on though, letting me come like crazy, then settle down. "When I was done, he knelt up on the bed and I saw he was hard again, his massive dick bobbing out in front of him. I reached out, telling him I wanted that thing in me so bad, to feel it filling me, and to bring it over and stuff it inside me. He moved up over me, playing the head on my clit. I got a jolt every time he did, about a half dozen. I was going crazy with desire, and told him quit playing and put it in, I want to feel that fat dick stretching me. I grabbed it and pulled him into me, and he went in all the way to his balls. I could feel them-they were HUGE-on my ass as he settled into me. He stayed for a few minutes, just letting me get adjusted to his size inside me, then started slowly pumping. God, I was filled!! I wrapped my legs around him, my boots rubbing on his ass, and pulled him tight." "Bet he liked the boots," I said. "He did. He said they felt really hot. I knew he was liking them, I could feel him stiffen. He was really going deep by then, poking my womb. I remembered watching him come the first time, and I imagined what it was going to feel like when he came inside me. We rolled over, so I could ride him. As deep as he was when he was on top, he seemed even deeper now. I leaned forward and fed him my tits, and he sucked each nipple. He did the right one til I shook, then the left til I really came, soaking his cock with my juice. "I was really open and slippery, and I wanted him on top when he came. I climbed off and pulled him to me. I told him I wanted him to come for me now, and to fuck me deep. He asked if I wanted him to come inside me, I told him yes, I did, very much. He looked at me a little puzzled, and asked if I was going to get pregnant. I smiled and told him, no, those days were over, and that I had just turned 50. He looked surprised, and said he didn't think I was any older than early 40's. I told him I was flattered, but either way, even if it were still possible, I'd take the chance on him knocking me up just to feel his massive young cock shooting his sweet come into me. "I squeezed him with my pussy-I don't know how, he filled me so completely-to coax his load from that huge cock. It didn't take long, we were both so ready. He pushed in deep, and I felt his cock pulse, just like when it was in my mouth earlier. 'Ms. Mohr, I'm coming,' he said to me. I smiled at him, and told him to call me Samantha, and to flood my womb with every drop of hot seed in your big heavy balls. That did it for him, and he started to come deep in me. It was like a hot tidal wave, just gush after gush of come shooting at my cervix. About the third spurt of his come, I came, and even in my orgasm I could feel the heat of his come, and then it was spilling out of me, and he kept shooting more into me. He'd come only about 30 minutes earlier. I never thought he would come so much so soon." "I bet you were soaked all through your afternoon lecture," I kidded Samantha. "I was," said Sam with a laugh. "He pulled out and immediately I could feel his come spilling back out, a big stream of it on my ass. My friend looked at me and was amazed how much was dripping out. He was a mess too, his cock at half mast, still oozing from the head, and slick from both of our orgasms. I had him come over to me, and I licked him clean. He enjoyed that, and asked if I needed to clean up. I laughed-there was no way I was going to completely clean up that mess-and had him toss me my panties. I took them and soaked up as much of his come as I could, knowing they would absorb some of my juices as well. When I got as much as I thought I could get, I tossed them at him. I told him to keep them to remember this special day." "So he has them??" I asked. "He does. He'll probably keep them forever," Sam said with a laugh. "So you did your talk with no panties and come dripping from your pussy??" I asked, my cock stiffening at the idea of Samantha standing at the podium in front of a couple hundred college kids with her soaked pussy leaking and come slowly oozing out down her thighs. She was probably leaking sperm on my desk as we spoke. "I did. I was OK for the first half of it, but I didn't move around a lot. Then I felt that familiar wetness as a gush of his sperm leaked out. Then I felt it on my thighs, since when I moved I could feel them sliding against each other like they were oiled. I stayed put behind the podium after that!!" "I bet you're still leaking now," I teased Sam. "Yes, I am, and you're about to get a taste. Somebody owes me a licking," said Samantha, smiling at me from her perch on the desk. As she smiled at me, she spread her legs enough so that I could see her soaked, tangled bush, uncovered under her dress. As she opened her thighs, her pussy opened up, and I watched as a big glob of semen slowly emerged between her labia and drip off them onto the desk, a thick stream continuing to flow into the puddle of come that was forming. I pulled Samantha closer so her ass was still on the desk, but her pussy was now slightly hanging over the edge. I looked up at her and licked my lips. I dove toward the target, gathering up the come that was dripping down her ass, and tonguing it back into her pussy, the licking up over Sam's clit, making her jump. I knew that it would not take much to make her come since she had so much sperm in her pussy. Sloppy sex was a real turn on for her, and she was a mess. Besides her pussy still dripping, I could see the wetness on her thighs where her date's come had started to dry. I knew she had to be primed. I slowly licked up and down her labia again, going straight up the middle, dragging my tongue between her slick pussy lips and over her clit, and again she jumped, closing her legs around my head. One more good lick should do it, I thought. I took my time licking around her thighs, and I could feel Sam shaking as her orgasm drew near. "Oh, God, you're making me crazy!! Stop teasing me and make me come!!" Sam was almost in a frenzy. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard. I licked up one side of her pussy and down the other, deliberately avoiding her clit. "Oh God, put your tongue in me, I want to feel you inside!!" I licked up her lips again, this time slowly going over her clit. That pushed her over the edge, and her orgasm rolled over her like a freight train. Samantha cried out and her legs clamped around my head as her pussy erupted with a mix of her juice and her lover's come. I thought for a moment I would drown in the flow, but what a way to go!! Samantha was in another world, her hips thrashing around me. Finally she caught her breath enough to speak. "Fuck me!! Fuck me deep!! Put your big cock in my sloppy cunt and fuck me til I'm overflowing with your come!! I want to feel it dripping out of me on the plane, I want my husband to feel all the come in my pussy when he fucks me tonight!!" I stood up and got my pants undone, my cock already leaking from the anticipation. I rubbed the slick head on Samantha's clit, making her jump, then slid into the steamy confines of her well used cunt, feeling the molten lava of her previous lover all around me. She was so wet and slick I easily slid right in to my balls. Immediately I felt the spermy wetness on them, and on the hair around my dick. I started pumping Sam steadily and hard, feeling the stickiness of the come that had started to dry in her bush and on her legs, contrasted with the well lubed feel of what was still inside her. My balls made a sticky slapping sound as they hit her ass. Sam wrapped her boot clad legs around me, pulling me in, squeezing my cock with her pussy as she met my thrusts as best she could from her position on the desk. The feeling was incredible. I could feel my cock swelling inside her, and as much as I like to make the moment last, we were on my desk, and besides, I was so turned on I could not wait to add my load to the flood in her pussy. The thought of her twat dripping on her way home, and greeting her husband with her pussy full of come from not one, but two other guys, was getting to me. "Sam, you're going to make me come," I told her, looking her in the eyes. She was leaning back on the desk, supported by her hands behind her. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me while she looked back at me. I could feel the head of my cock poking at her womb. I slowed my pace as my climax neared, my dick stiffening in her soaked pussy. Sam could sense it too, tightening her legs around me. "Oh yeah honey. Let me have it deep. Let me feel your hot seed filling me." Our eyes were locked to each other as I started to spurt, long full blasts of semen that hit the opening to her womb forcefully. Even as she was looking at me, I could see in her eyes that my come was setting off an orgasm for her too. Samantha smiled at me, a smile mixed with the look of ecstasy that comes with orgasm. I pushed in deep, grinding the base of my cock on her clit. That sent her over the top and she cried out as she came around my spewing dick. I held it in deep as she came, riding along as her hips thrust into me. We were both coming hard, and I could feel my sperm fill her already soaked cunt and push its way between my cock and her pussy walls, spilling back out of Samantha onto my desk. We finally stopped coming, and I looked at Samantha as I felt my cock swimming in her flooded pussy. "That was incredible. You've never been so hot," I said quietly to Samantha. "Mmmmmm, it was. The feel of you inside me, already full of come, and the thought that you were the second man to come in my pussy in four hours really set me off" Samantha said, smiling. "I am SOAKED!! I have never felt so full. My date came a bucket inside me, but you really flooded me!! I know I said I wanted to feel your come while I was going home, but I think I'll still be feeling it on Monday." I laughed. "Between your friend and me, you should have plenty inside you to give that husband of yours a very sloppy welcome home. Speaking of home, we need to get you over to the airport. Your flight is in less than two hours. Wouldn't want to have hubby miss out on his Christmas surprise." "Yes, I suppose we should," said Samantha. She had brought her bags to my office in the morning to save a trip back to the hotel. I pulled out of her, to watch a large drip of sperm spill from her pussy and onto my desk, the start of a steady flow that lasted a good two minutes til it eased up, then was followed by another large glob. Sam looked at me, beaming. "WOW!! Now that's a mess!!" "Well, you do like messy sex," I teased. "Yes, I do, but much as I like it, I may have to clean up a little just so I don't cause a problem at the airport." "Yeah, if they decide to grope you for a more in depth inspection, they're going to find some real contraband!!" Samantha slid off my desk, kissing me. After about 30 seconds, she pulled away with a smile. "Look," Samantha said, directing my attention downward. A long string of come was hanging down below the hem of her dress, where it stayed suspended for about ten seconds, the dropped to the floor. There was a pretty good spot on my desk where we had been as well. I got Sam some tissues, and she did some quick clean up while I straightened and wiped my desk. "Bet you wish you had those panties back now," I kidded her. Samantha though a moment. "Nah, I like feeling a guy's come on me, leaking out, on my legs. Usually it doesn't get far enough down so anyone will see. Of course, it I'm wearing pants, it doesn't matter. And it is a turn on for me that if I'm wearing a dress of skirt, someone might get look at my messy twat, and know what I was up to." We had a fairly quick trip out to the airport, holding hands and chatting as we drove. "Hubby's going to get quite a surprise when you get back," I offered to Samantha. "Yes, he is. He never said anything about the last couple of trips, even when we screwed in the car in the airport parking lot that time last year. But then, you were the only one whose come was inside me. Today, I'm coming home loaded with your sperm, and the sperm from a 21 year old college kid who came buckets inside me. There's no way he won't notice. I was still soaked this afternoon when I got to your office, and I'm a lot sloppier now." Sam smiled as she made that last comment. "Maybe it will wake him up. It's funny how, most of the couples I know about our age, the man turns into a horny old bastard, the wife turns into a prude. I have it the other way." "You're hoping he'll get the idea you like your sex messy and move your way on that??" "Yes, I suppose. It may blow up in my face, but maybe he'll get the idea that sex can be fun when you get all those fluids mixed up. I don't expect he'll go down on me after, the way you do so wonderfully." "Poor guy. He doesn't realize he married a come slut," I teased Samantha. "Ha! I guess I am," said Samantha, laughing. "I never thought about it til now, but I really do like getting a good load of sperm in me, and on me. Even watching a guy come is a turn on. Funny, too, I never realized how much fun taking on those young guys was going to be. I mean, the first time was a real thrill, in the back room in the department store-and then you bringing me off at the jewelry counter. That was so intense. But then this afternoon was also so hot, that kid was so big and he came so much-I forgot how much young guys come; then you going down on me and fucking me afterwards!! It's a come slut's dream." "Well, you can have your choice of anyone you want while you're here-assuming, of course, hubby doesn't get the idea you're coming out for the boys and not the professional events, and give you a hard time. You know how I work-what happens here, stays here." Samantha looked at me lovingly. "You're so good to me. I love everything you do for me-and to me-here. Now we have another dimension." We pulled into the airport parking, and got out of the car. Sam came around to the back to get a carry on while I took the suitcase. We kissed before I closed the trunk, Sam looking at me as our lips parted. "I love you. You really let me be free to find myself and do the things I can't do at home." "That will never change," I said. "I love you too, Sam. Merry Christmas." We walked into the airport, and I went as far as I could with her. We shared a quick but lingering kiss as Samantha got to security. She whispered in my ear as she left, "I'm leaking," gave me a smile, and she was up to the checkpoint. She winked back at me as I stood there, then she was out of sight. Samantha called me a couple of days later. "How'd it go at home??" I asked. "Kinda strange," Sam answered. I took a taxi back from the airport, and my husband met me at the door with a bouquet of flowers, and kissed me, much longer than usual. He said he missed me. We kept kissing and I started to undo his shirt. At the same time, he reached up under my dress to grab my ass. He was surprised I was not wearing panties, and I remembered I had left them with my lunch date. I just told him I wanted to surprise him. He had no idea the surprise was still ahead of him!! I got him over to the sofa and pulled his pants down. He was already hard." "He must have missed you!! From what you've said, spontaneous sex is not his thing." "It hasn't been. But there he was, sitting on the sofa, his pants around his ankles, dick standing up tall. It was too good, and I wasn't going to waste it. I was still pretty wet from that afternoon, but I thought, what the hell, let's see where this leads. So I straddled him, pulling up my dress to get at him a little easier, and sat down on him, getting his dick in my pussy. He said I must be excited too, I was so wet, almost like I had come in me. My face must have given me away, because he looked at me and said, you do have come inside you, don't you?? He got a strange look on his face, but his cock stiffened as he looked at me, I mean REALLY hard. I told him he might be sharing my pussy with a college kid's sperm, and lots of it. That really got him. "For a guy who has given the impression of not liking sloppy sex, he was getting really turned on. I was slowly riding him while we were talking. When I told him that, he lost it, and came hard, his come gushing deep inside me. The momentary flash in my mind was, now I have his come, your come, and my date's come all in my pussy, three guys in the same day. That, and my husband coming so quickly set me off, and I came like crazy, my juice and come from all three of you flowing out of me and all over his cock, balls, and legs. I know how he's been the last few years, so when we came off the orgasmic high, I got up and led him to the shower. I told him we could clean up together. He seemed to like that idea, especially when I blew him in there, the warm water running all over us as I sucked his cock til he came and I swallowed him. He hasn't told me what changed, but I'll take it. Maybe there's hope yet." "Looks like you managed to turn that around. Did he say anything about you taking on strange cock while on the road??" I asked. "No, we'll still have to address that. His reaction was that he was very turned on by it, so he may be more OK with it than I think he is. We screwed four times over the weekend, so it looks like we have come to a kind of compromise." "Looks that way. You get some of the sex you crave, he gets to clean up. I'm sure he won't turn you down when you want him to come on your tits in the shower." Samantha laughed. "No, I don't think he will. I know I won't let that get by." "I hope this doesn't mean you're giving up your visits," I said, hoping the new situation wouldn't change things on my end. "Oh, no no no!!" said Samantha. "I'm not about to give up my road trips, especially now that I've rediscovered how much fun college guys can be. I'm still a come slut, and they have lots of it. Besides, I'd miss you." "So I'll see you in the spring then?? You know the dates." "Count on it," said Samantha. "You know I won't miss it. I hope the weather is warming up by then. I have a couple of things I'd like to wear for you." "I know I'll look forward to that!!" I said, knowing that whatever Samantha wore, I'd enjoy seeing her in-and out-of it. "Maybe I'll find a young future meteorologist who appreciates good female form for you too." Samantha Mohr Comes for Christmas "Hmm...you know what I like!!" said Samantha. "I'll see you in April!!" It was a good Christmas. I knew a good spring with Samantha would follow.