Suck Another One

Spinning around on the low stool, Becky stared at the hole in the other wall, like a small child staring out the window, watching for daddy to return home from work. Or a cat staring at a mouse hole. And just like a cat, she was ready to pounce.

After several minutes of anticipation on her part, her newest prey poked through the opening. Jumping up from the tuffet, she dragged it over to the hole that had the cock waiting to be serviced. Like before, the young woman from Queens seized the schlong and scrutinized it, studying each tiny detail as she slowly stroked it. From the way the man on the other side of the wall started rotating his hips, Becky could tell that he was enjoying the attention.

She continued to tease the cock; working it with her hand. The gyrations of his pelvis increased, and he hunched his hips, probably trying to coax her into blowing him.

Which she at last did. Parting her lips and lowering her head, she engulfed the stiff cock with her warm, wet, welcoming mouth. His movements stopped. He surrendered all control over to her. Becky willingly accepted. That was one of the things she liked about blowjobs. The power. Outside she may have been the meek, cowering, awkward girl everyone knew, but in here it was she who called the shots. She started to suck on him while moving her head up and down, milking his shaft with her lips.

She used her right hand to steady that hard slab of flesh she was sucking, but it was her tightly closed lips that were stroking his shaft. At times, those lips would slide to the tip of the cock, slipping over the crown. Whenever she did that, the man’s hips would jerk.

Becky was in no rush. She would have been perfectly happy to sit there all day, sucking off one cock after another. Orally giving relief to men whose names she did not even know. For that matter, did not know what they looked like. Just as they did not know anything about her. Only that she was a cock-socket who would get them off.

She may have been in no rush, but the man was. Or perhaps it was merely a question of how much skilled cock sucking can any guy endure before blowing his load.

**KNOCK** **KNOCK** **KNOCK**

That banging on the wall was Becky’s signal to shift into high gear. Her fist went into action, pumping furiously on that shaft as it began to spasm and bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could.

“Mrumph!” she muttered a happy, muted gasp when she felt the jism sploshing into her mouth. Hot, thick wads of flying sperm splattered the roof of her mouth. Splashing against the insides of her cheeks. She yanked determinedly on that twitching pecker. Helping him to dump his load in her mouth. A load that she willingly accepted as that cock repeatedly discharged.

Releasing the dick after the barrage abated, she lifted her head and swallowed down the gooey gunk.

The now soft member retreated and Becky sat there panting. She was a little winded from the knob-job she had just completed. As much as she wanted to stick around, she knew she had to get over to her sister’s house. Otherwise, Miriam (her sister) would be wondering what had happened to her.

Unlocking the door, she smiled. Miriam knew what had happened to her. Or at least Miriam thought she did. She thought Becky was shtupping some man and using a visit to her sister as an excuse for their mother.