Earn your money

"You know why I'm here, Father Robertson," you reply and deliberately lick your lips.

"I...uh...," he seems **** to admit why he paid extra for booth #10.

"You had to pay a whole lot more money to come into that booth," you lean forward so your lips are very close to the hole in the divider. "Why did you do that?"

"I-I was," he stutters. "Uh, I was just..."

"Don't give me that," you scold. "You came here to get your cock sucked. That's why you're in booth number ten. I'm in booth number twelve to suck cock."

"Oh, well, I should...," he starts to back away from the hole.

"Wait a second," you tell him. "You know me, Father Robertson. Joy Applebottom. I know you've looked at me at church. I know you've wanted me. Everybody wants me. Am I not good enough to suck your dick?"

"N-no! It's just that-"

"Stop arguing," you interrupt. "Just stop arguing. Get that withered old dick of yours out and stick it though the hole. I'll wrap my eighteen year old lips around it and suck you until you shoot a load in my mouth. Fair enough?"

He sighs and unzips his slacks. He presses his limp cock and nest of gray pubic hair through the hole.

"Much better," you say and then take hold of his cock with your fingers.

As promised, you wrap your lips around Father Roberton's limp cockhead and stretch it out with suction. You lick, suck, and stroke him until his old dick begins to stiffen against your tongue. By the time it has swollen to full length you can see it's about average sized, just long and thick enough that you can't quite take it all into your mouth.

When you begin to suck him with a steady bobbing motion Father Robertson moans through the divider. You pump your full moist lips up and down on the throbbing shaft of his dick, taking him into your mouth until the fat head prods your throat. You stroke the rest of his length with a thumb and index finger.

Without warning his cock jerks in your mouth.

"Mmmmmm," you moan as his prick swells and then bursts, spewing a thick wad of sperm straight down your throat.

You swallow as he cries out and drains his load into your sucking mouth. You handle it like a pro, stroking and sucking even as you have to swallow to keep from **** on his bitter cum. A few more bobs and you've sucked the last of Father Robertson's flock from his churning balls. You pull away from his cockhead with a wet popping sound and give him a last stroke that produces a yellowed pearl of cum. You lick that clean too as he withdraws through the divider.

"Thanks, Joy," he mumbles as he zips up.

"Any time, Father Robertson," you catch an errant droplet of sperm that has leaked from the corner of your mouth and push it onto your tongue. "Your secret is safe."

The door opens and closes immediately. Someone else is already awaiting your expertise.

You're starting to wonder if you should take a break, call it a day, or dedicate yourself to your new job.