Happy Holidays Blowjob: Hoe, Hoe, Hoe ♕

The best thing about my last marriage with Jeremy was meeting Jamal

Yum. What a big, gorgeous black man, all muscles and meat. Oh, his tube steak made me hungry every time I thought about it. Even though I wanted to be exclusive with Brenda, I knew it wasn’t going to be possible, so I thought the best way to do this was to have Brenda and Jamal meet, hopefully, fuck, or at the very least she could give him a Happy Holidays blowjob after I had that wonderful scissor extravaganza.

We showed up at Jamal’s place in form-fitting skirts, cute open-toed high heels, and our hair done up to the 9’s. Ever the gentleman, Jamal opened the door in a three-piece suit. Surprised, he was on his way to a holiday party for his work, but I told him about my divorce from Jeremy and that Brenda was my new partner, so we sat on the couches in his living room and I told him the whole story. He was so understanding and kind, it was easier to let my guard down, and I asked him if he’d like to try Brenda out before his meeting. He was hesitant at first because he’d just gotten ready. “How about just a Happy Holidays blowjob before your holiday party?” Brenda asked. “We won’t keep you but five minutes longer.”

I could sense his wheels turning about the opportunity for a Happy Holidays Blowjob.

Jamal, knowing all of the blowbang, bukkake, gokkun, and glory hole parties Brenda had either arranged, been to, or both, didn’t have to be convinced of her ability to extract cum from a hard, pulsating cock. He nodded, undid his pants, and Brenda went to town on him, and holy fuck, can she suck a dick. I have to admit, watching Brenda go down on Jamal, I got a little jealous, especially when she looked up into his eyes, his dark cock accentuating the shade on her lips, her tongue slobbering up and down his veins.

Still, the act of seeing another woman take a big, fat, black cock in her throat, one that I’d known myself, made me remember the delicious feeling of having my throat tingle. God, I thought, I am such a little slut. I love her. I love him. And I have fucked both of them. And here I am, jealous. “My turn for the happy holidays blowjob,” I said, thankful my lover girl had lubed him up for me as she gladly handed his joystick over.

I massaged his balls as he grabbed my hair and fucked my face. As it would seem, Brenda had done all she needed to do. The tip of his dick shot down my throat, gagging me as he filled every last centimeter of my mouth and throat with his thick, black cum. It filled me up so much, I struggled to keep it inside and not throw it up all over his balls like a dumb, worthless whore. I was a good whore, and good little whores keep black cum in their mouths so they can swallow it. I especially didn’t want to be the one to ruin the happy holidays blowjob.

As he let out one last heavy sigh for the Happy Holidays Blowjob.

He pulled out of my face slowly, knowing my predicament and how much I loved cum, and I swallowed some of it. “Wait,” Brenda said, “kiss me. I want to share him.” She is so fucking sweet to me. We cum kissed, which is something all girls should try. The eroticism of sharing a man’s load between your lips in such an intimate way is a real connection. Every girl out there should treat their man to such a happy holidays blowjob as that!