4 comments/ 25086 views/ 0 favorites Oral Values: Obscured Opulence By: Global Carol (The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.) * Just as the lights were dimming and the conductor walked out to begin the overture, Regina took a brief inventory of the day. Her presentation had gone very smoothly and was obviously well received. The point-counterpoint session against Edward had been, to the pleasant surprise of both of the, more of a lover's quarrel than a brawl. Clearly both of them had respect for the other's view. In addition, each had moved somewhat closer to the other's position. Afterwards, Edward told her what time they needed to leave for the opera. She then had only a moment to briefly congratulate Edward on his presentation before she needed to get back to her room to get ready. She'd only been to the Royal Opera three or four times, but it was the perfect opportunity to wear something special and even to show a few inches of her deep cleavage. Plus, she wanted to look beautiful for Ed. On the other hand, it was always important when you were put together the way she was, not to reveal too much flesh, as the more skin she showed, the more meretricious she appeared. It was always a delicate balancing act, especially when she wanted to get dressed up. Neither she nor Edward said anything about the elegant deep blue china pitcher filled with glistening semen delivered to her luncheon table - or about her subsequent downing of its creamy luxury. With men in her past she'd never been reluctant about just asking with a sparkle in her "Is that for me?" But their burgeoning affinity seemed special with Ed and she wanted it to stay that way. "This is new. What's happening to me?" she thought to herself. Arising from table Edward had left the hall, ostensibly to make some important arrangements, but her turned to peer around the corner at his colleague - the hottest woman he'd ever seen. Watching her begin to taste what she clearly knew was semen, his semen, excited him almost beyond control. And he'd just jerked off fifteen minutes before to add a second load to the pitcher. He felt somewhat smug, coming up with the idea of pulling this little caper this morning. He had gone downstairs, bought a package of condoms, come back to his room and jerked off, filling a nice sized load in the tip. He'd closed it carefully and gone down to the morning session. Then, just before the lunch was served he'd paid the waiter to get him a cream pitcher, went up to his room, filled it with the contents of the rubber as well as a second, fresh load, ran back and gave instructions to the waiter to deliver it just as he was leaving the table. Though a bit exhausting, it had all worked out beautifully which was why he was standing outside a ballroom filled with psychologists just like him peeking at a beautiful, sexy, woman now drinking two loads of his cum out of a china cream pitcher. His hard-on had sprung back to life and he was thankful for the protection of the door in front of which he was now standing. His current erection was even more impressive, as was that second load he'd just delivered, because of what he'd found in his briefcase when he returned to room. A glass measuring cup! Who else but someone in the chat room last night would do that? The woman in the video had to have been Regina and she was at this very moment drinking his cum. The only way this could get better was by giving her a load directly, at the end of a wonderful blowjob. He'd hoped that would happen, perhaps this evening. Yet, it the ride to the opera it just didn't feel right to discuss it. They were having a good enough time just being together, laughing, talking about both work and play, and basking in each other's warmth. Throughout the opera, Regina used some of her seductive tips she'd learned over the years. She had a short black jacket over her spaghetti strap sheath, with a black strapless bra underneath. A string of pearls, pearl earrings, and a small pearl and diamond brooch completed the outfit. With her hair up and her long, slender neck, she looked elegant and beautiful. And she felt that with her hair up, it helped to emphasize her neck, somehow taking some of the focus away from the abundant amount of décolletage displayed below. During the first act, she leaned slightly towards him, brushing her breast along his arm. This, she hoped, she did for the two of them as the feeling excited her also. Later, after the first intermission, she just momentarily put her hand on his thigh, just above the knee. Finally, in the third act he reached over, and because of her position, unable to avoid pressing his arm against her nipple, took her hand in his. She was sure he would feel her hard nipples through all the layers of clothing. The sexual arousal making her quite warm, she quietly removed the short jacket during the final act, exposing her lovely shoulders, the tops of her magnificent breasts, and providing a bit of her perfumed scent to waft Ed's way. The aroma added to his stimulation to the point where was having trouble sitting still. Regina, the canny connoisseur of semen, knew that the more excited Edward became during the course of the evening the more cum he'd produce later. And the more enjoyment that would provide for both of them. Later, on the way to the private club where Edward had arranged for a late night supper neither spoke, feeling the romance of the opera and the excitement building for what each hoped would be an evening's climax not to be forgotten. *** Until the doors opened she really hadn't been paying attention. But, there was something immediately familiar with the club's rooftop restaurant. Of course, she remembered. This was the former rooftop garden that Mark had brought her to on her last day with him, those many years ago. Now, the entire roof was glassed in, warm and beautiful, with a limited amount of subtle lighting coming from below the forest of trees and bushes all around. The club's manager had arranged a corner table surrounded by shrubbery, making it a virtually separate room with a 180-degree view of the city. Robert, their waiter, quietly removed the menus and himself, promising to return with their appetizers. Edward and Regina were truly in a world to themselves with the stars above and the city lights surrounding them. Their discussion ranged from the conference, to their hometowns, and the beauty and sensuality of the moment. It was so clear to any casual observer that these two human beings were going to become sexually involved and it was just a matter of when. Their conversation avoided any overt suggestion to sex, yet both were almost positive that they knew who the other was, at least from a sexual reference point. Regina was sure, well, almost, that Ed was Dr. Dick with his almost endless supply of sperm - some of which she'd consumed at lunch that day! And Edward was just as certain that Regina was the woman in the two video clips, the cum aficionada slurping, drinking, guzzling cum by the liter! While the conversation might not have touched on it, the subtext was sitting on it. Both of their bodies were as sexually charged as they'd ever been. Ever! At one point Regina excused herself to find the powder room. On her way back, she sought out Robert. "Robert?" "Is there anything wrong, madam?" he replied. "No, I just would like to ask you to give us some privacy," she said, and with that she took out four fifty pound notes and slipped them into his jacket pocket. "Whatever you desire, madam." "Just leave us alone for half an hour or so after you clear away the cheese course. Then later, we'll order some dessert. OK?" "Yes, ma'am." With that she returned to the table, rubbing Edward's neck as she sat down, thrusting her breasts over the table in so doing, showing him a hint of the black strapless bra cups beneath her sheath. Edward was afraid he'd cum just by the desire that touch and sight had shot through his taut body. Taking a mental checkpoint, he needed to confirm all that had happened. He needed to let go of his hang-ups, of the past, of his load into this beautiful woman's mouth. If he didn't do those things, especially the last, he was going to have a waking wet dream. And what was the fun in that? Excusing himself, he arose and walked away. "Robert?" he asked the waiter near the kitchen door. "Sir, is something amiss?" "No, no. I just, well, would you be able to leave us some privacy for, say, half an hour?" Edward asked, showing him three or four fifty pound notes and putting them into his hand. "Whatever you wish, sir. Shall I clear away the cheese course now?" "Fine, fine. Just do it quickly." "Very well, sir." With this exchange completed, Edward returned to the table unable to prevent himself from staring down at Regina's beautiful smile, long lovely neck, softly shining lips, and extraordinary depth of cleavage. It got him so hard, he had to fight the urge to adjust himself in his slacks. Robert followed a second later and quietly removed the plates, bread, and other remnants from the superb meal. Robert walked away thinking about his good fortune this evening, and so did Regina and Edward, both knowing it was time. It was as though they had both discussed it in detail, though neither had said one word about their sexual dance of the previous twenty-four hours. Edward pushed his chair back from the table just as Regina arose from hers and, standing in front of him, leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues darting between open lips, Regina pushed her chest forward so that her nipples were rubbing his chest, sparks of sexually charged energy emitting little jolts into Ed's body. After a few minutes of this intense kissing, she went right to his belt and expertly undid it and slid down his zipper. With one hand still caressing the back of his neck she employed the other to open his slacks. Then with a helping hand from Edward she pulled them down and, breaking the kiss, followed them to the floor, planting her knees on their soft lining for comfort. Seconds later his boxers surrounded his ankles. Though she had seen more cocks than a urologist, this one was somehow different for her. Not only did it seem to be fully loaded all the time, it was attached to a man she was just getting to know, wanting to get to know. In the past day she'd realized he was one with whom she might spend her life. In addition, he's a doll, she thought to herself. And this was going to be great! Staring at the eye of the rampant cock, which in turn was staring back at her, Regina leaned over and licked what seemed to be a teaspoon full of pre-cum at the tip. Edward though he would cum then, but tried to will himself to hold out. He wanted this moment to last forever. After licking her lips to moisten them further with the pre-cum, she opened her mouth to accommodate the enlarged head. Now she knew exactly where she was and where she wanted to proceed. She looked up into Ed's eyes and beamed her smile to him. She paused for a brief second, seeing his kind and sexy eyes gazing, heavy-lidded, back down at her. Then, focusing on her prize, she closed her eyes and slowly, ever so slowly, moved her head towards the base of his cock. There was so much sexual tension between them, there was absolutely no need to stroke his cock. Her expertise told her that for now it was frisson over friction. As she inexorably moved her mouth towards the root of his cock, she smelled his manliness and it excited her as she hadn't been in some time. She slowed even more as his cock entered the beginning of her throat, then after a brief pause to accommodate this foreign object she again continued the movement until her beautiful, smooth lips were wrapped at the base of his cock. Ed thought he would blow his load right there. No one had ever been able to deep throat him, not that that many women had tried, but he'd read the statistics of the average man being six inches erect and he was a good seven, possibly eight, and proud of every inch. He was not much of a moaner, so he simply sat there, silent, gaping at her oral ability to absorb so much cock. There was simply nothing showing, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Sometimes the hair tickled her face, lips, or nose, but tonight she felt nothing but his cock, deep in her throat. She held it there, breathing through her nose, a technique polished through the years, beginning with her first love, Mark, many years ago in a park not far from here. But, Edward was here now, and as she was making love to his beautiful cock she was savoring the wonderful taste, the smell, the sight and the touch of it all. It wasn't a time to rue the past, it was a time to celebrate the present, one that she now craved. Fortunately, she had all the tools needed to get it. She did something that few women who can deep throat ever learn: She slowly swallowed while his cock was buried in her mouth to the hilt. This has the effect of massaging his cockhead while buried with a tight seal around the base of his cock itself. It's something few men ever get to experience, but the few that do are amazed at the sensuality. By this technique it's as though a man can't help but cum whenever her wish desires. She was more than ready for it. Occasionally she did enjoy a real mouth fuck, giving up her practiced subtleties to become simply a cylinder for a man's piston. Yet, she normally preferred to be in control and this technique permitted her to get her load of cum at the exact moment she desired. That moment was now. She had been having these small shudders, sort of mini-orgasms or pre-orgasms since she'd begun to kiss him ten minutes ago, but now she needed to taste his cum. More than anything in the world at this moment she craved it. Her body was so tense, so turned on. Her nipples were even harder than his cock, her pussy was leaking through her panties and, she was sure, onto the floor. Her clit throbbed with each pulse of her rapidly beating heart. She needed it, now. She clamped her throat down, firmly, on his cockhead and that was it. She could tell his balls were making it happen. There was no need for movement of any sort for either of them. Just the tight closure of her throat on his head, with her lips securely fastened around the base of his cock made Ed cum! And cum he did. It was as though Edward was outside his body, watching this happen. Here was a beautiful, intelligent woman on her knees in an formal dress, giving him a deep throat suck that was a quantum leap from any sexual experience - even the weird excitement Ellie gave him years before - he'd ever had. His balls were literally forcing semen up and out, towards his cockhead, there was nothing he could do to change a thing or even move. He was the passenger, she was the driver. Knowing exactly when to give and when not to, her educated mouth moved back, just a little, still maintaining the pressure on the cock, but not as deep, using the roof of her mouth and the pressure of her tongue to sustain a feeling almost identical to that of her throat. She didn't want any of his jism to go straight to her stomach. She wanted to taste it, to relish it. She craved more of the semen she'd tasted this afternoon. And her desire was now to be quenched. The first spurt shot so hard against the back of her tongue she could feel it ricochet several times around her mouth. The hot taste threw her over the edge. It always amazed her that just tasting sperm made her cum. His second shot was even stronger, but she was ready for it as she'd moved even further out from his groin to accommodate what she knew was going to be an extraordinary mouthful. All the while, her body was as tight as a drum, the sexual tension causing an orgasm of epic proportions, even for Regina. Her pussy seemed to throb in rhythm to Ed's phallic contractions and she could feel it almost shooting its own feminine juices out into her panties. The cleavage area between her breasts became moist with her perspiration and her nipples were tingling from the feel of Edward's thighs just rubbing the outer edges of her areolas next to them. After his third shot Regina felt her mouth suddenly filling, much more rapidly than even she had expected. She was loving the orgasmic feelings of both of them, but if she wasn't careful she was going to lose some of this nectar. She moved the rest of his cock out from the back of her mouth, maintaining the taut lips on the shaft, but with shot number six or seven, only his cockhead was still in her mouth. She was amazed at the quantity, all the while loving the rich and creamy texture. Finally, after more than thirty or forty seconds, her mouth full to the point of overflowing, she only had the very tip of his head in her mouth as there was just not enough room for both cock and cum. She was even starting to feel a little tired from the non-stop orgasm she been experiencing. This was surely something new for her: a true feeling of satiation. Amazing. Edward was in a similar situation. He had just had the most exquisite orgasm of his life and he cock hadn't even been stroked. It had just been ingested by a mouth, taken way back into the throat and then massaged. How it was possible, he didn't know, nor care. He did know that he might just be the luckiest man alive: a beautiful, slim and busty, woman with a Ph.D. had just given him the blowjob of a lifetime. What was even more amazing was that he might just be falling in love with the her body's organ just above that amazing throat, and behind those beautiful eyes: her mind. "Don't go getting all sappy, now, Ed, just sit back and enjoy," he told himself, remembering something from earlier in the day. She knew he was done shooting, but she loathed letting go of his prick. Even the end of it was connecting her to this wonderful guy, tenuously as it may be. She could feel that he was beginning to soften and didn't want to try anything that might cause her to spill of drop of this precious load of cum in her mouth. She began to then ponder what to do with it. She always loved playing with it after getting a load. It prolonged her orgasmic process and it was such fun continuing to taste and to play with it. But, should she go for one of the wine glasses or water goblets? They were all used. What to do? Remembering the little gift he'd found in his briefcase, Edward reached into his pocket, took out the measuring cup, and set it down on his abdomen, just inches above his cock. Smiling broadly he asked, "So this patient of yours, the one who drank the liter of cum, you wouldn't know where she is at the moment, would you?" Regina, suppressing a laugh, attempting with difficulty to not spew cum all over him, nodded and smiled, letting his cock drop from her mouth. She leaned over, just a little and very slowly, let the lake of cum in her mouth, drain into the measuring cup. "You wouldn't be known in certain circles as Dr. Dick, would you?" she asked him. "Nice to meet you, and you are, Big Mouth, no Cum4Me? No, after that display, you must be Esophagus!" "Actually I'm Cum Lover, Dr. Dick, nice to meet you. And don't you think my moniker suits me?" With those words she picked up the measuring cup. Holding it steady, eying its calibrations, she was amazed at how much he'd just given her. In fact, it even brought another small orgasmic shudder to her core, just looking at the cum through the glass shining by candlelight. "Speaking as a woman who's sucked her share, as well as most other American women's shares of cocks, I have never met a man who could cum this much! You are truly a phenomenon. This isn't just impressive. This should be documented in some world book of sexual records!" With that she took some on her finger and rubbed it on his now almost normal sized cockhead. Then she bent down to lick it and enjoy its taste and texture, pleasantly surprised to find a line of semen dripping down the side of his cock, the licking adding to both of their pleasures. Finding no more semen in his crotch, she arose from the floor, sat back down on her chair next to Edward and put the candlelit cum on the table in front of her. Oral Values: Obscured Opulence After leaning over to give Edward a kiss infused slightly with the taste of cum and thanking him again for taking her to the opera, for her lunchtime treat, and now a postprandial reprise, she returned to her chair. She located an empty wine glass on the table and slowly poured the cum from the measuring cup into the crystal goblet. Making sure she'd retrieved every drop in the measuring cup by scraping the insides with her finger and then licking it off in her delicate style, she brought the goblet up to her face, breathing in the aroma of fresh cum like an enthusiast with a bottle of a rare Montrachet. The aroma brought goose bumps to her arms and shoulders and she could feel herself glowing in the rapture of sexual delight. "Are you really the woman in both of those internet video clips?" "Yes, Edward, I am. I found my true sexual pleasure zone as that eighteen year old and I have never passed a viable opportunity to satisfy that desire. Does that scare you or turn you off?" With that she brought the wine glass to her lips and slowly sipped a mouthful of cum in between her luscious lips. Savoring the taste for a moment, she swallowed most of it. Then with a small, but tasty amount still in her mouth she smiled at Ed, pursed her lips and blew some bubbles with the cum, her eyes showing her appreciation of his semen and her affection for him. "I can't believe it. Just watching you play with my cum has given me another hard-on. Look," he said, pointing to the reinvigorated cock staring up from his crotch. "I'm flattered," she replied, "and I promise to take care of him later. Right now, though, I still have some of your delicious syrup here. Cheers." "Cheers," he said, raising his wine glass to toast with her. "You know, last week I would have thought you were some pervert needing serious psychological counseling. But the last few days have made me reassess so many things. So, bottom line: I'd love to hear about some of those opportunities you've had, as long as you can take my cock out of your mouth long enough to tell the tale." "Being a Twenty-first century woman, I can multitask as well as anyone. And I'd be delighted to tell of my diverse and entertaining sexual history - without naming names, of course." "Of course," he replied and leaned forward to kiss her, his now rock-hard cock grazing her breast in the process. "In addition to your most voluminous and impressive display of uniquely male fluid production, which I find superlatively exciting and satisfying, I think I may want to swear off other men for the chance to get to know you better, one on one." And with that remark she picked up the goblet, stared at it for a moment, took a final whiff of the intense aroma, and chugged its contents, finishing with a smack of her talented lips. "Well, you might just be the most exciting, erotic and sexual woman I've ever met, babe," said Ed with a sigh of appreciation. "It's been a busy day. Why don't we get our check, I'll get myself organized here, and we'll head back to the hotel." He bent over, pulled up his trousers, and tucked in his shirt. It was just in time, too, since that was the moment Robert had decided was appropriate for him to return to their clandestine table. A few moments later, while leaving the restaurant she remarked, "You know, as Rick says at the end of Casablanca, 'This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'" With that the two of them smiled, subconsciously knowing they each had found that special someone, the one just right for them. Robert just nodded in silent thanks for their generosity of four hundred pounds just to leave them alone.