Volt the Voyeur

Glowing orange eyes peered down at the source of the **** and gagging sounds echoing out into the night. The young prostitute had taken the mans enormous dick down to the base and couldn't seem to be able to handle it. Volt briefly stood ready to save the girl from an overbearing client, but before she could leap down she noticed the mans hands were placed quite gently on the girls head. It was the teenagers own grip reaching around his waist that was tight.

"Oh." Volt sat back down. "She's gagging herself. That's..." A bout of coughing worked it's way up from below. "...kind of hot."

She had been giving the situation some thought. Prostitution was illegal, a crime, the people below her were criminals. But at the same time they both seemed to be willing participants. The man hadn't **** or **** the young lady, if anything she was the one being forward. It was possible that she was being exploited by a pimp, but the would-be super hero couldn't be certain that was the case and didn't really see a problem with an independent woman exchanging sex for money. Though the girl did seem to be a bit young for it. Her plan was to wait for the two to finish, then follow the girl to see if she was being **** into selling herself.

So she watched and she waited.

The Hispanic beauty had pointed the mans cock towards her open mouth and was now pumping it with both hands. "Come for me baby." Her big brown eyes never stopped looking up to meet the gaze of her client. "I want to taste you. To feel you. I want you to paint me white." Camila stuck her tongue out as the first rope of thick white cum shot out across her upper lip and face. She adjusted her aim in time for the second to land mostly across her tongue. Delicate young hands ceaselessly pumped at the thick phallus to produce several more thick shots of hot semen. In the end the deliciously brown skinned girl had several lines of milky white goo running across her face and lips. Some of Johns load dribbled down to drip from her chin, but most was piled up on her outstretched tongue. She made sure he could see what he had done to her face before slowly closing her mouth and making a show of swallowing. Her pouty lips parted with a smile to show she had taken it all.

Volt squirmed, her thighs rubbed together and her hands began to wander. "No." She whispered with short breaths. "Gotta stay focused, vigilant."

Camila slowly ran her finger across her lips as she stood. The petite Latina whore then sucked loudly on her cum stained digit. "John, we have a problem." She stroked his softening cock with her other hand. "You still have fifteen minutes to fuck me. Think you can manage?"

The balding man looked down to the teenage slut, she only stood as high as his chest, and thought for a moment. "If you really want to feel this thick dick inside you..." She nodded her head in response to his prompt. "...then we could delay my remaining time. At least until I'm hard again."

"Working girls don't offer those sorts of deals." Her eyes drifted down to the meat in her hand. "But, I'll make an exception for you."

She continued stroking his cock as the two began to simply converse. Volt laid back on the edge of her rooftop, bored by the lull in activity but still ready to help.

"Are you still in school? What did you need this kind of money for?"

Camila slid her miniskirt down with one hand and hung it around the mans neck. "Yes, I still go to school. But I'll be graduating soon." Her jacket came off and was thrown over his shoulder. "And I don't really spend the money on anything. It just goes into my savings account." The Latina teen stood close enough to remain intimate, but far enough to let John admire her body. "I was thinking of doing some research and investing it."

Life began to return to Johns thick cock. Perhaps it was the effectively nude teenage girl wearing only heels, fishnet stockings and a matching tank top. Perhaps it was hearing her talk about investments with her pouty lips and sultry accent. One way or the other it was working.

"So why do you do it?"

She leaned in and pressed her nearly bare chest against him. "Because my madre always told me to find something I like doing and get paid to do it." Her soft hand began to gently massage his testicles as she whispered into his ear. "And I. Like. Cock."

Glowing eyes went wide at the sight of the mans semi rigid member suddenly springing back to full mast. He wrapped his arm around the girls waist and kissed her with passion. Camila was surprised for a moment but quickly returned the gesture. She pulled him back to the wall immediately below their super powered voyeur before breaking the kiss. In one smooth gesture the young whore swung her leg up to rest on her partners shoulder. He took no time in positioning himself and plunging deep into her warm, wet, waiting hole. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream as the thick shaft stretched her out. With one hand on her ass and the other holding her leg up the business man began to pump away at his teenage prostitute.

Holy shit. Volt leaned out over the edge of the building to get a better look. Could I be that flexible?

The amazon again began to squirm and rub her thighs together as squeals of joy mixed with the sounds of a thick dick plunging into a soaking cunt. She could feel her own body ache to be filled, the heat and moisture in her pants grew as the man began to audibly grunt with his thrusts.

"I'm-on-the-pill." Each word came out in time with the mans thrusts. "Blow-your-load-fill-me-up."

He growled and with one last thrust bottomed out in her fresh young pussy. Camila could feel the heat within her grow with each pulse of his throbbing cock. The filling sensation was just what the teen needed to be pushed over the edge. She grabbed John by the back of the head and mashed her lips into his, her moan muffled by their kiss. When his balls had been emptied the businessman stepped back from the teenage whore and gently lowered her leg to the ground. Her pussy gaped open, cum and her own lubricant mixing to flow freely down her inner thighs. She tried to take a step but found herself falling forward into his arms.

"It's a good thing tonight's not a school night mi amor, I don't think I'll be walking tomorrow."

He held her steady as she put her jacket back on. "Do you need a ride home? Or somewhere else? I can drop you off."

"That would be nice." Camila contemplated putting her skirt back on but decided to carry it and be bottomless for a while. "You parked around the corner, yes?" The two began walking arm in arm down the alley. "I'm looking forward to getting fucked by you again."

John looked to the side to eye the supple young body walking next to him. "I'm sure that can be arranged."

She stopped and took his hand in her own. He turned to face her at first with a look of confusion, then a look of surprise. The teenager who had willingly worked as a whore despite still being in high school, who had walked the streets at night in a miniskirt and cut off jacket looking for clients and who had so brazenly approached him with an offer of sex was looking to the ground with flushed cheeks. She began to figit as she tried to find her words.

"I only got into this business fairly recently, so it's not like I'm used up or anything. And I had a really good time tonight, not just the sex but the talking too." She shivered and her eyes half closed. "But very much the sex." Her big brown eyes opened wide to look directly at the man who had so recently pumped her full of his cum. "I think you ruined all the other dicks for me. Do you-" She briefly paused. "Would you be interested in being my only client?"

The man smiled a wide smile. "You mean be your sugar daddy?" The girl nodded. "Only if you call me papi."

She leapt up to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Despite not being in the best of shape the middle aged man was still strong enough to catch the petite young hooker and hold her up with his hands on her bare ass. "Oh papi." The two began to make out again, ignorant of the steady stream of cum now dripping out from the girls spread legs to pool on the ground.

"You're kidding me!"

Volt threw her hands in the air in frustration. Not only was the girl an independent prostitute with no abusive pimp in need of a beat down, but she had just gone off the market and didn't need protection from dangerous clients. The struggling super hero was happy to see the young lady leaving her life as a street walker behind, but at the same time she was disappointed at the lack of fightable crime.