I knew she was alone in there: it's easy to be observant in this job, especially when the place is fairly empty. Pausing briefly to brush my hair into shape as well as I could with the tips of my fingers I went in after her.
Her body felt lithe and strong as she pressed me hard up against the full length mirror. I held her slim waist as I kissed her full ruby lips, her neck, her chin, her eyes. Her tongue slid passionately against mine; I licked her lips lightly, then kissed her mouth roughly as I held her head firmly in my hands. Her breasts rubbed angrily against my chest. She slipped her leather jacket to the floor, and in one quick movement I moved my hands down from her hair to her white shirt before ripping it open. Buttons scattered wildly on the tiled floor, sounding like the first patter of hailstone.
She threw her head back and groaned, partly with frustration, partly with joyful release. She didn't need to tell me what to do: her cleavage spoke volumes. Her smooth skin was magnificent in contrast to the black lacy bra. I ran my tongue down between her breasts, kissing each one while firmly squeezing them with my hands. Her nipples were hard against the fabric; I tweaked them between my forefingers and thumbs - at first gently, then more forcefully as she seemed to enjoy the little flashes of pain.
"Oh God...fuck me," she cried, and then composed herself. "No, hold on. I want to feel your cock first." Her hands moved down to my crotch which, by now, was positively boiling. She ran her fingernail down the length of my cockshape, bringing a sharp gasp from me. "Oooh...you've got a big one," she said, almost childlike, the words seeming totally out of character. But I didn't care much what she said at this stage. I was in grave need of dumping my load.
I certainly didn't care when she opened the crotch buttons on my jeans, one by one, with almost professional ease, before pulling them down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the pile of clothing. My underwear was clearly not up to the task of containing my manhood, which stretched the fabric out almost horizontally. A dark stain of precum had dampened the whole shorts; somewhat uncomfortably I peeled them down, carefully extracting my pounding cock at the same time.
"Jesus fucking fuck," she said, transfixed by the swaying tool that swung out between us. "This is one hell of a cock." She lightly grasped my cock between her hands, and slowly knelt down, as if for a closer view. Almost to greet her, a bauble of clear sticky fluid slipped out onto the cockhead, trembing slightly before dripping onto her knee. I held my breath as she slowly slid my foreskin fully down the length of the shaft, firmly holding the folds of skin in place tight against my body. Her other hand slipped underneath and began massaging my testicles.
"I think I'd like to suck you off," she murmured, somewhat absently. "That would be great," I gasped. Blowjobs I love. Sometimes I think I could pass out, if it's done correctly - which was exactly what was being done that instant. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of lips wrapped tightly around my wet shaft, sliding up and down, up and down, her tongue all the while working furiously on the underside, finding sensitive spots that I didn't know existed. My cock was practically throbbing by itself in her mouth; I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long. At each downward stroke of her head I buried my cock even deeper into her mouth with a little thrust of my hips; surprisingly she managed to accommodate the large head without gagging.
This mouth-fucking continued for only a few more minutes before I knew my cock and balls were about to explode in her throat. Sensing I was about to cum, she slid my huge wet tool deep to the back of her throat, churned her tongue a little more under the shaft, and slowly sucked the whole cock from the base to the tip; her hands all the while massaging and gently scratching my balls, following the sense of the blowjob. My cock swelled against her lips, and she pulled her mouth off the head, leaving her tongue underneath, as if to steady it. I felt a finger tracing a path from the back of my balls up to my ass as the thick ropes of jism spunked powerfully down the shaft and splattered against her mouth and cheeks.
I looked down to see her eyes meeting mine as more and more creamy wads spurted into her open mouth, onto her tongue, dribbling down her chin. The orgasm ripped through my whole body, from my legs to my head; finally, at about the seventh or eighth ejaculation it subsided, and I groaned with pleasure. I grasped my now tender meat in my fist and squeezed out the last few globs of spunk onto her face. She wiped herself clean with her hand and licked the last few traces of semen from my cock and balls. Even now, the feeling of her tongue on my balls was enough to stir my cock and keep it hard.
"Mmmm, that was nice.." she said, unsteadily rising to her feet. You have no idea, I thought to myself. It had been a long time since I felt a mouth taking my whole cock, right down to the bottom of the hilt. I guess its time to dump that midget girlfriend of mine. I leaned against the wall to recover my senses, watching as she kicked off her boots and slipped off her jeans. She stood naked before me, save for her black bra and panties; a picture of lusty sexuality and physical perfection. Many times before I had blown my turgid muck over pictures of women that looked far less attractive than the goddess that faced me now. It was hard to believe that, only minutes before, I had spilled my spermy donation over her face. And she'd even appreciated it.
"I don't think we will be disturbed," I began, but she cut me short. "I don't give a flying fuck," she said, rather harshly, "just stick your face in my cunt right now, ok?". Should give me just enough time and inspiration to get my cock working again, I thought. I grabbed her firmly by the ass cheeks and lifted her svelte body against mine, her breasts almost reaching my mouth. A few steps over to the handbasin and I let her down. She leaned back against the mirror and grabbed the taps at either side to steady herself somewhat as she lifted her long sleek legs up towards my shoulders. "Eat my pussy you cheap bastard," she growled. I gently took hold of her panties at either hip before roughly ripping them off her ass, which fell back on the fake marble surface with a dull smack. "I may be a bastard, but I'm not ... " I stopped. I _am_ cheap.
Her pussy was warm and enticing to the touch. A neat, closely shaven triangle of pubic hair pointed to her bright pink clitoris; as if I needed directions. Ah, good old clitoris. If only it was situated at the back of the throat, I'd be sorted. For now, though, I leave it alone, and gently rub her inner thighs with my nose and tongue. Her pelvis gave a little jump every time I touched or even blew on her pussylips. A few more moments of teasing, and then I gave one broad-tongued lick from the crack of her ass right up to her clitoris, which by now was a blazing beacon that threatened to take out my eye. This last movement was met with a long groan, so I slid my tongue, without breaking contact with her body, back down between the distended, almost purple lips that puckered out of her cunt like a pair or greeting arms.
