Page 42 of Minding the Minotaur

And her arousal is the biggest turn-on of all.

My orgasm gathers force, an electric storm building in my balls. I watch as my cock swells between her white tits, dark and distended and shining with pre-cum, and then,… oh gods of the deep, I—am—coming. I bellow all sorts of expletives as my release nearly blows my head off and great arcing spumes of cum cascade out. Some hit the mark, some splatter over her tits. It’s like a fucking tsunami, and we’re gasping and laughing as I tell her to grab the other vial.

Soon the second bottle is almost filled to the top with milky foaming minotaur cum.

Finally spent, I slump back on the chair.

Sammy laughs softly and prises both bottles from my clenched fists as my abdomen jerks with the aftermath of my orgasm.

And then she bends down and licks away the rest of my cum.

I slump back against the chair, unable to form words.

Luckily, Sammy speaks first. “That was amazing.”

“Fuck yeah,” I croak out of dry lips.

She grabs some tissues and cleans herself up, then starts to button her shirt.

“Wait. I wanna return the compliment.”

“I’m fine,” she says, but I know she’s horny as hell.

I gently take her hand and draw her up until she’s standing over my face. Then I part her legs with my palms until her pussy is splayed wide open. “Drop that sweet cunt onto my face and let me eat you,” I mutter.

She grips the back of the chair and widens her stance, bringing her lower still. My tongue glides out and meets her dripping wet pussy, locating the swollen nub of her clit. I tongue it hard and rough, pulling her buttocks to bring her even closer. She’s panting, whining, gyrating, sobbing my name, and I feel her vulva pulsing against my mouth, so close to release.

On instinct, I jam my thick tongue deep inside her and curl it on her G-spot, and that does it. Sammy screams (thank fuck the clinic walls are soundproofed), her pussy spasms and her cum spurts onto my tongue like nectar.

I gulp it all down as she grasps my shoulders to support herself, whimpering softly.

After a few more moments with only the sound of our sighs and my soft lapping at her core, she says, “Sorry, I must have drowned you.”

Reluctantly, I move out from beneath her pussy and slap my lips. “Yeah, but nowhere near as much as I’d have drowned you if it wasn’t for those vials.” I laugh.

She slumps onto my lap, and we stay there on the chair, hugging. Even now, my spent cock manages an enthusiastic little twitch.

Because eating out Sammy is, once again, the best experience of my life. How many best experiences am I allowed, I wonder.

I know that when I finally get to fuck her proper, it will be the cherry on the top of the best experiences I’ve ever had.

Ten minutes later, cleaned up and both demurely dressed, we walk out of the room and down the corridor to reception.

Peg quirks an eyebrow.

“All done?”

“Yep, two vials.” I grin a little sheepishly as I lean against the counter.

“I popped them in the fridge,” Sammy adds, and to her credit, she doesn’t even blush.

“I’ll sort out a double payment then.” Peg beams.

As we turn and head for the door, Peg calls out, “Maybe you should bring your minder again next time.”

I hear Sammy snicker as we walk out to the waiting car.

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