The Layover update

“Do you know how frustrating it is?” Max asked David, sitting on the edge of his desk, her stocking-sheathed legs parted, her dress riding slightly up her thighs. David stood in front of her, staring at her and enjoying the wan contrast of her warm brown skin to the chilly pink shade her hair was dyed. “Every night I spend with the Batman, in that kinky-ass suit of his—hell, he takes it off right in front of me—and he’s the most pussy-whipped guy alive. Won’t even look at another woman. It’s enough to give a girl a complex.”

“Sounds frustrating,” David said, just as he’d written himself saying. “Stressful, even.”

“I have my ways of dealing with stress,” Max said. She put her hand behind his neck and drew him down to a passionate kiss, their mouths crushed together. She reached down to his pants, opened up the fly, dipped her hand in, and hauled out his manhood.

She got down on her knees, bumping the desk an inch with her feet as they pushed out behind her, and bent her head down to his member. It slipped tentatively into her mouth, and David barely had absorbed the feeling of her silky lips wrapped around him when Max began to suck. He groaned, almost not believing in his good fortune. He knew she was doing it because he had written the story that way, but with his prick buried in her soft, warm suckling, he couldn’t give a damn why it was there.

David didn’t move for a moment, just holding his hips thrust out to Max’s face. He considered that she wasn’t really going to give him a blowjob, just suck him hard enough to fuck her. He didn’t want to get too taken in by a pleasure that might be going away soon. But Max showed no sign of stopping, bobbing her head up and down on his big prick, sucking purposefully on every inch that crossed her lips. 

Looking down at her, David could see her ass twitching as she sucked, Max shaking her hips to the sound of her saliva slurping over his shaft and her own gagging as his cockhead pushed into her throat. She wasn’t just sucking him, she was planning to make him come in her mouth.

Arousal twisted David’s features so that his eyes were narrowed, his teeth bared. If that was what Max wanted, he would give it to her, hard. He put his hands on her pink-haired head, holding it still, and began to rock his hips, phallus pumping into her mouth. His knob was gulped down her throat as she gurgled on his length, and he could see from her expression that she loved having more of his dick down her throat. She knew what to do with it, too. Her lips pulled up and down, her cheeks sucked in, her tongue flashed on his glans as he fed his cock to her, more and more. 

Max whimpered, she panted, her hot breath billowed out of her flaring nostrils as her head traveled down his prick. She was drooling down to his balls. Her saliva covered his shaft and was slurped up by her own lips, tasting of his musk, as she took him to the hilt once more. Her head tilted to the side and she stared up at his face, watching his expression change as she sucked hard on his cockhead. With her face turned sideways, David could watch as his engorged shaft disappeared between her lips, see it appear and vanish again as she was dragged up and down it. David could feel the thrill building steadily inside his balls and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long.

“I’m going to come!” he groaned, both warning Max and promising her a massive load of his cum.

Max drew her lips up his shaft until his cock was just outside her mouth, being hit by the wisp of her breath as she spoke into its tip. “Yeah, I fucking hope so—“

Having enjoyed the taste of his meat, Max was eager to sample his cum. She cupped his swollen balls in her hand, squeezing them with a light but constant pressure that had David feeling his own cum roiling against her closed fingers. She wrapped her other hand around the fat shaft, pumping her fist up and down on it as she sucked and squeezed, leaving him no way of not giving her what he had promised.

Her hand jerked off the trembling inches at the base of his cock, her lips coming down to meet her fist, the two of them clashing as both pumped on his manhood. It flared powerfully in her mouth, and she tightened her grip on his scrotum.

Seeing how determined she was to have him come in her mouth, David forced her head still with a painful grip, then fucked her face hard. He drove his cock right through her fist and into her tight lips, through them and over her whipping tongue. Down her throat. He was fucking her mouth so hard that her head rocked back and forth, knocked around by his thrusts. A low moan broke out of David as her throat tightened gaggingly on his knob.

Max mewled, knowing what his moan meant. She pushed her head down on him and drew it back up, going along enthusiastically with how he was pumping her on his cock. Her hand worked up and down on his shaft like a piston. She felt it warm violently, heard David cry out, and she pushed and pulled until only his cockhead was in her mouth, being sucked on passionately.

Suddenly she could feel David’s shaft flaring in her hand and her mouth was filled with cum. Max’s eyes widened; she was shocked by how much cum was suddenly being pumped into her. She gulped it down, feeling it warm her belly like cognac, but there was far too much for her to swallow. She spat out his prick before it could choke her, then David shot a boiling load all over her face. Whimpering with ecstasy, Max opened her mouth again and let him shoot his cum inside, swallowing it as fast as he could deliver it. 

Her hand worked back and forth on his shaft, milking it dry; then her lips sucked for more. Even with her belly feeling like it was bulging, she was sorry that his delicious orgasm had ended so soon. After all, he’d only covered a little of her face and he hadn’t gotten any in her hair.

David sighed. Max placed her lips around his cockhead one more time, almost reverently now, and smiled up at him as she nursed at his glans, sucking up the last of his cum. Her lips were smeared with his seed but her mouth was empty. She parted her lips and stuck her tongue out to let him see the shining pinkness that was there instead of his cum—she had swallowed every precious sperm.

“That,” Max said, “was the furthest thing from frustrating.”

“You said a mouthful.”

Max laughed. “I swallowed a mouthful too… a really tasty mouthful. I never realized that you had such a big, delicious cock. Otherwise I’d have sucked you off a long time ago, wherever we were.” Then her teasing smile died and she looked thoughtful. “I don’t think I’ve ever been over to your place before… do you always decorate it this retro? I don’t see a holo-projector or an AI unit, or even a computer that isn’t, like, ninety years old.”

Uh-uh, David thought. Having tucked away his manhood and zipped up, he now took out his cell phone and started adding to the story. Thank you, OneNote.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Max said, now wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “How old is that phone? It looks like something my grandpa might’ve used. I know some guys are into vintage, but can you even get service with that thing?”

“Maxine Gibson?” a strident voice called.

Max turned, now so irritated at being interrupted in such an intimate moment that she forgot what she’d been saying. “Who wants to know?”

Natasha glared at Max as she came into the room, leading a squad of SHIELD strike agents. “Natasha Romanova, I’m with SHIELD. I need to talk to you on suspicion of timeline-related crimes.” Her eyes raked over the cum dripping down Max’s face. “I can see you’re no longer busy.”

Max turned back to David. “Dave, what the fuck is she talking about? 

“I have no—“

Natasha interrupted, putting a hand on Max’s shoulder. “You’re from the future, you shouldn’t be here, but as long as we’ve got you, SHIELD would like to know what happens between then and now. Hope you paid attention in history class.” She handed Max off to her troops, who gave her a shove towards the door.

“David!” Max called, suddenly being marched out of there under watchful guard by Natasha’s men.

“It’ll be alright,” David said. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake.”

“Yeah. Some mistake,” Natasha said, lingering behind to bat at the open button on David’s fly. “Careful, Davey. I don’t think she’s technically been born yet. That doesn’t sound legal.”

“Nice to see you too, Nat.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Natasha replied smugly, and waggled her hips as she walked out the door.

Well, that’s no kind of ending, David thought, and amended the document on his cell phone to say that the temporal paradox that had brought Max to his timeline would shortly work itself out while she was in a SHIELD holding cell. She’d go to sleep, wake up in her own bed, and dismiss it all as a weird dream. And one more thing…

Natasha stopped at the door, closing it to give them some privacy. “Just remembered. I haven’t debriefed you yet.”

David’s cock, which had been softening since he poured all his cum into Max’s eager mouth, snapped right back up with renewed vigor, becoming an erection that actually strained his zipper down its track. Before its growth could become painful, David reached down and unzipped himself. His cock lolled out hugely.

Natasha walked up to him, amused eyes heavy on his exposed member. Then there was a blur of motion. David felt her warm thighs lock around his head, then he was twisted around, flying through the air, and finally on his back, Natasha straddling his face.

“And that’s legal?” David asked in a pained voice.

“Why?” Natasha replied. “Are you planning to put me in handcuffs?”

She pulled her zipper down until it was between her legs, exposing her pussy. Her labia was unfurled like the petals of a freshly blossomed flower. Her open slit was flooded with arousal. Her swollen clit stuck out needfully. All in all, her sex looked delicious, as David knew damned well that it was. He stared at the feast like a glutton. Then she lowered it to his face. 

David did for Natasha what Max had done for him. No preliminaries; knowing Natasha, the little love bite she had given him with her headscissors takedown was foreplay enough for her. So he pressed his mouth to her sex and began fucking her with his tongue.

Natasha let out a moan, much as David had when Max’s mouth was on his genitals. The hot tongue firmly sliding into her was wonderful. He licked nippily at Natasha’s clit, sucked at the lips of her labia, and felt her go weak every time he switched between them. She was unable to remain kneeling for very long, falling forward and throwing out a hand to slap against the floor and hold herself up over David. Natasha was left with no choice but to enjoy the sensations he gave her as they flooded her body.

In wild abandon, Natasha let go of her self-control and allowed David to taste her as much as he desired. She came quickly, orgasms going off one after another as David kept lapping at her until the pleasure was almost painful in its intensity. With each climax, she squirted out a gulp of her juices. It was as if he was replenishing himself after the massive load he’d covered Max in. And as if to further that theory, David’s cock rose impressively, brimming with precum that salted Natasha’s sense of smell.

She couldn’t hold herself up any longer. She didn’t want to. Falling forward onto David’s body, she opened her mouth and covered David’s prick with it. 

Natasha began to relish the thought of showing David that when it came to blowjobs, there was no school like the old school.