Buffy Beaten update

Ampata still sat on the desk as she’d been doing when Giles knelt between her legs and ate her pussy, but now she leaned forward, her body bowed over Giles’s cock. She stared appreciatively at its length, a hunger in her eyes.

Giles moved closer, his cock looming in front of him. Ampata slid her cardigan off her shoulders. She unbuttoned the blouse beneath it. When she opened it up, there was nothing underneath. Her breasts didn’t need a bra. They were perfectly round, capped by stiff nipples that had probably demanded the cardigan she wore to be concealed. With her blouse hanging open, unbuttoned, she went from a modestly attractive spinster to a creature of pure lust.

She came down off the desk, settling onto her knees, her plump breasts jiggling with the motion. Her nipples stood out defiantly from her rounded flesh, the one hard thing about a chest that was otherwise creamy and smooth. Her eyes gleamed welcomingly and she pursed her lips, giving the air a kiss that Giles’s cock was obviously meant to complete.

He moved in, his enormous prick towering over her cleavage. His cockhead was already dripping from their last encounter, but fresh precum rolled out of its cleft and ran down his engorged shaft. 

Ampata looked over it all. Her pupils dilated with happiness. Her lips parted, letting Giles get a look at where his cock would be sheathed. She was salivating, spit trickling from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue flicked over her top and bottom lip, showing off the hunger she felt for Giles’s delicious manhood, but she wasn’t going to gorge herself now, didn’t plan on sating her appetite for quite some time. As much as she loved being satisfied—being full—she loved the preliminaries even more.

She reached out and cupped Giles’s balls, lifting her hand so their weight was totally in her palm, as if she could tell how much cum was inside them by gauging their heft. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his member and she pulled him closer, but at the last moment pushed his cock downward. She brought the knob to her breasts and rubbed his tip into the swollen contours of both, glazing both nipples with creamy helpings of his precum. Then she let go. His prick snapped upright, harder than ever after sampling the exquisite softness of her tits.

Ampata looked down until her chin touched her chest, entranced by the sight of her cum-smeared breasts. She cupped them in both hands and lifted them up until she could lick Giles’s seed from both of them. Her nipples swelled like they might explode at the tip of her tongue.

“Good Lord,” Giles breathed, seeing her tongue sliding over her own breasts, his precum disappearing into her mouth. His cock pounded like a jackhammer, but all that throbbing was wasted on open air. He canted his hips, offering his engorged cockhead to Ampata’s face. 

She smiled and leaned toward him, letting his cock brush over her cheek until she was at his balls. Her tongue curled and coiled through the hairs of his bloated scrotum, stirring around the testes inside. She lowered her head further and licked the underside, tracing her tongue along the seam between his balls. The taste of a man’s scrotum was subtly different from that of his shaft, even if they both had the same underlying musk. Tasting one whetted Ampata’s appetite for the other.

She flattened her tongue and ran it up from Giles’s taint, all the way over his scrotum, and then along the underside of his manhood to his knob, leaving a trail of saliva from hilt to head. Then she went back down, slurping up the strong taste of Giles from throbbing veins along his shaft, purring like a cat with cream as his taste continuously racked her senses. Giles was groaning, feeling a nearly irresistible urge to take Ampata by the hair, slap her with the bloated erection she seemed intent on tantalizing and nothing more.

The way Giles’s cock was pulsing, dolloping out precum directly onto her face made Ampata draw back up his shaft. She lapped up the freshest possible precum from his cleft, then concentrated her kisses where his cockhead flared out from his length. It shook against her tongue, turning a darker hue, as if she’d polished it to a finer sheen with all the swipes of her tongue.

His precum traipsed all over her tongue and Ampata let it slide all over her taste buds, rubbing her tongue into the roof of her mouth to grind the delectable flavor into her awareness, then she swallowed greedily. Like finely aged cognac, the mixture of precum and the saliva she’d washed Giles’s prick with burned its way into her belly.

She went higher, wrapping her hands around Giles’s fat cock like a microphone and pressing lingering kisses all over his cockhead. She laved it thoroughly, licking her own lipstick from the engorged knob, pushing the tip of her tongue into the cleft to greet the precum bubbling out of it. 

Every time Ampata licked his cockhead clean, more precum poured out to pull her back to it. It was a game, but for no real stakes. She knew that Giles could hold back his orgasm for a long time, while she could enjoy sucking on his member for an equally long time, even without him filling her mouth with a real load of cum—enough to gag on, not the piddling, appetizing drops he gave her in reward for less than mouthing and throating his prick.

Willow’s breath silently chugged in and out of her gaping mouth as she watched Ampata’s tongue love every burgeoning inch of Giles’s cock. It made her wish there was another prick there for her to suck. She was totally unaware that Xander was behind her, waiting for her attention until after she’d learned from the masterful demonstration Ampata was giving.

Giles swayed back and forth, reacting to the tiniest swirls of Ampata’s tongue as though he was at the end of a whip she was flicking. Ampata enjoyed it, but her hunger was rapidly growing past the point of being satisfied with how Giles’s cock throbbed. It was time to take him into her mouth, to suck him dry. She kissed the very tip of his cock, pulling back an inch after that tiny, polite peck, then moving in. Her lips parted over his glans; she slowly brought her mouth over his length. His cockhead nestled into her mouth and her lips closed behind it, smacking against his shaft. 

Ampata took her first slow suck. Her cheeks drew in and her lips pulled, slurping away the double dose of precum that Giles fed her with his cockhead in the silky warmth of her mouth.

“MMMMMMMM,” Ampata sighed, sounding out her ecstasy as she savored the pumping heartbeat of Giles’s cockhead in her mouth, the delicious flavor of the precum he continuously dripped on her tongue. The sound was muffled by his girthy cock.

She sucked some more. Her tongue swept around the underside of his manhood, cajoling out more of the precum she was so enjoying. Her lips clung to his shaft, held far apart by how wide it was. Saliva ran down Giles’s angled member. She wouldn’t have long to relish mouthing his cockhead like this. Ampata had tempted her lover past the point of no return.

Giles lifted himself up on his toes, as agile as a man half his age. His hands latched onto Ampata’s head. Slowly, he guided her deeper down onto his cock, while he pushed his hips forward to meet her. She moaned in appreciation while he fucked her mouth and he went in deeper. His cockhead pushed at the entrance to her throat, Ampata gagged, then Giles shoved it into her gullet. She gargled happily. 

As he drew back, Ampata sucked adoringly at every precious inch he had just violated her throat with, gasping when her lips came off his cockhead and he showed her how big he had grown. Then he forced it into her mouth again, Ampata humming happily as it headed for her throat.

She felt like she was glowing when Giles buried himself to the hilt in her throat, but then he was pulling out of her again. Her lips sucked and her cheeks drew inward and her tongue licked desperately at his retreating cock, before he slid it back in. His cockhead flowed heavily with precum, filling her mouth and coating her tongue and pooling in her throat almost as fast as she could swallow it. Giles wasn’t coming yet, but it wouldn’t be long now. The dam was breaking.

Giles pulled out of her mouth, gaining a few more precious moments to regroup before the pressure was back on. Ampata stared at his straining erection, panting hungrily.

“Come!” she trilled. “Come for me, come in my mouth! Please, Giles, I need a river of your cum going down my throat! All your hot, juicy cum…”

Giles moaned as he pumped his cock back into her mouth, big hands holding her head steady for him to fuck her face. Ampata was pitched back and forth, her head bobbing up and down, hair whipping around as she willingly let herself be used. Her nose nestled in his saltpeter pubic hair and her chin brushed her balls, taking every inch of his thick cock into her throat, just where he wanted it.

“I’m giving all of it to you, Ampata. All of it!” Giles gasped.

Ampata could only whimper eagerly, moaning and panting, her hunger at a fever pitch now that it was about to be satiated.

Giles drove himself into her mouth like he would never come out of it. His prick exploded, dousing her mouth with a cascade of thick, hot semen until she was forced to swallow. It whitewashed her gullet, its heat dropping down like a hammer to set her belly flame, make her pussy clench. Giles yanked himself out of her mouth and fucked it again, hilting himself in her throat just before he let loose a second flood directly into her tonsils.

Ampata gulped down his seed as fast as she could, but there was too much. She’d provoked him too well. His cum overflowed her sucking lips, galloped down her chin until it was splattering on her heaving breasts. And still Giles came, more and more, spurting as he withdrew and spurting more when he shoved his dick back into her throat. She sucked it all joyfully. It was sweet and it was warm and it was hers.

Ampata didn’t think she’d ever had someone fill her mouth so full. He was spoiling her. How could she get used to someone coming in her mouth less than this now that she’d felt what it was for his bloated balls to empty down her throat? With cum as yummy as his, she wanted as much to drink as possible.

She dragged her lips to his cockhead, taking them off his tip, and a creamy foam of saliva and seed popped out as his cock left her mouth. He spurted again, this time directly into her face, marking Ampata as happily his. She opened her mouth wide and covered his cockhead again, sucking adoringly at it, bobbing her head up and down frantically on his knob to get another explosion from him. Finally, Giles ejaculated one last time. Ampata moaned as he filled her mouth, heating it to match the mask of warm cum on her face.

Then his balls were empty. A last dribble of semen oozed from him and Ampata took care of it with her flashing tongue. She fed his massive cockhead back into her mouth, sucking away the last few precious drops, milking his shaft with a stroking hand to be sure she’d gotten it all. His cock was softening; it wasn’t as feverishly warm as it had been before he’d come. 

Still, even with him drained, she kept his cock in her mouth a while, savoring what had happened. Only reluctantly did she draw her lips off of his prick for the last time, looking at it wistfully as it flopped emptily between his thighs. She wished he had come more, come enough to make her belly bulge with all it held, but that was pure greed. She couldn’t rightly ask for him to give her more cum than he just had. It wasn’t humanly possible.

His prick was still stiff, but instead of pushing up into the air, it hung down between his thighs like some weapon holstered at his hip. It twitched, only for his cockhead to fade to a lighter shade of purple. The fat vein running through it didn’t pulsate anymore and his balls were smaller. She wouldn’t be getting another load out of him for a while—possibly quite some time. Now it seemed wasteful to have made him come in her face. She could feel it cooling, that warm cum that could’ve been in her belly. She’d have to content herself with what she could scavenge until next time.

She went back to his limp cock as if addicted to it, running her nimble tongue over the streaks of cum that ran down his length, lapping it up from his drained balls. She gave all of his groin a tongue bath, and when she was done, not a single drop of cum remained except what she proudly wore on her face. 

Ampata leaned back and licked her lips. Then she started on the thick coating of cum that had splashed her breasts, both rubbing it into her face and ladling it into her mouth. She looked at Giles as she sucked away his cum, hoping against hope that his manhood had still more in it. His prick did twitch as he watched her lick her fingers clean of his launch. But it didn’t rise. 

Still, it was an impressive piece of meat. Ampata enjoyed simply looking at it, and relishing what it had done to her. She couldn’t wait to see what it did to her next.

“Ampata… that was lovely beyond words. I, I’d best be off, though,” Giles said sheepishly.

“Don’t feel too bad about how much cum you gave me,” Ampata told him. “You’ve given me more than most men could manage in a week.”

“And now I should clean up,” Giles said, gathering his clothes.

“I thought I just had,” Ampata purred, lying there with her legs rubbing together, her face still emblazoned with his cum. 

She knew she was greedy for wanting more of his cum, of him. She still wished she could get it. She didn’t know whether she wanted to be his sex slave or have him be hers, but her heart flew when Giles stopped at the door, looking back at her with eyebrows raised.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tonight,” Ampata retorted. “I don’t have enough to last me until tomorrow.”

“I thought that was more than most men could manage in a week,” Giles demurred laconically, raising his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh yes. But it’s never enough for me.”

“I’ll be here tomorrow,” Giles told her firmly. “Same time.”

“I’ll be here,” Ampata sighed lovingly as he went out.

Willow swore that she would be too. Of all her voyeuristic pleasures, this had been the best so far. Looking at Cordelia and Xander broke her heart as much as it got her off. She was too close to them, she wanted to join in too much to enjoy the pleasure of the sight. But Giles, with Ampata… Christ, she wished someone else would come in and plow Ampata for her to watch. Or that she could follow Giles, maybe to the locker room, and watch him clean up, that big cock swinging as he washed it clean.

She started fingering her pussy again.

But Xander had decided her fingers weren’t good enough.