Emmaline blows a stranger

Before Emmaline had finished basking in the afterglow of her slutty public orgasm, a flicker of movement caught her eye. It was right near the hole, and it only took a slight lifting of her head for her to see the reward for her lewd show poking out toward her in all it’s turgid glory.

“Of course!” she said, almost singsong in sultry excitement. “I almost feel kinda stupid for not realizing sooner.”

The hole she had been performing for wasn’t just a peephole that someone had carved out between the changing rooms, but a real and proper glory-hole.

Although, as she looked down at it and the cock poking through, Emmaline couldn’t help but note that it was probably the most undecorated and subtle glory hole she had ever seen. There weren’t any arrows painted around it’s entrance to highlight the stiff, already slick cock that stood out from the middle of it, nor were there any fun degrading words to help remind her of how much of a cumbuket cockwhore she was for salivating at the dick in front of her.

Maybe that was something she could bring up with the management of the place and convince them to get the thing properly labeled..

The cock was a thick, dark thing with a fat middle so thick around Emmaline was kind of surprised it had actually fit through the hole. In an instant, the slutty acrobat rolled her way up, stomach muscles tensing as she curled in on herself in a nimble, twisting rise to her feet. That only lasted a moment before she was on her knees like a penitent at prayer, her object of worship only a few inches from the tip of her nose.

Her clear blue eyes crossed ever so slightly as she stared down at the stiff head of the thing. She could see it glistening with oozing precum, and the stiff, heady scent of it wafted up to fill her mind and leave her dizzy with anticipation.

Gradually, she leaned forward, closer and closer until…

“Boop!” she giggled, feeling that precum smear along the tip of her nose. Her heart raced as she felt every hot pulse of the man’s blood echoing through her body. She twisted ever so slightly, letting it lie flat along her cheek until she could place a quick peck against the things molten base. “I’m glad you liked my show,” Emmaline whispered, more to the cock than the man behind it.

When she moved, it was almost ravenous. Her head slid back, letting the cockhead smear white slime down her face until it pressed against her pursed, pillowy lips. Then, all at once, she engulfed it.

The fat, meaty pillar surged down her throat as though she was trying to swallow it whole, and it was only the bamboo wall in front of her pressing against her forehead that stopped Emmaline from taking it even further.

It filled her gullet, bulging her throat out and filling it with a heat that was just divine. On the other side of the wall, the man let out a satisfied groan and Emmaline joined him, moaning a muffled response.

Bare naked, on her knees in a dressing room, serving strangers with her gorgeous body and letting their raging lust become her own… as far as Emmaline was concerned, this was heaven.

She held him there for long seconds, savoring the steady pulse of his heartbeat through his cock. Breathing wasn’t exactly easy, but she didn’t mind. Every slow breath she drew in was absolutely saturated with the musky smell of him. Strong, sturdy, and potent, but not unpleasant.

As she held him there, her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock. It worked him slowly from side to side, then stroked him as best she could while **** on his member.

When she finally couldn’t hold out any longer, Emmaline drew herself back. His cock popped free of her lips, leaving the pair attached only by thick strands of mixed precum and saliva with even more of the lurid solution dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her heavy, swaying breasts.

“Let me show you how much I really appreciated you,” Emmaline muttered, again to the cock in front of her.

A dainty hand reached up, taking it around the base and slowly starting to stroke as if she was just warming him up. The rod of swollen fuck-meat was already coated in her spit and his own slimy precum and before she knew it, Emmaline’s hand was gliding along it in a greedy pace, practically milking the man of even more of that delicious milky seed.

Her other hand reached for his balls, almost on instinct, only for Emmaline’s lips to dip in pouty disappointment when the wall blocked her way.

Luckily there was another satisfying place to use her fingers, and Emmaline’s free hand quickly made its way down to her heated quim. Two fingers plunged inside her sex and pumped away in perfect timing with her other hand stroking the turgid cock in front of her.

“I guess I’ve teased you long enough,” she said, then practically fell forward onto the cock. The fat slab of cockmeat plunged past her lips and into her mouth, and Emmaline only caught herself when she felt the head of it tickling at the back of her throat. A few long strands of warm brown hair fell out to decorate her face with one or two getting stuck in the mess of semen that already smeared her cheeks.

It was almost remarkable. The slut of the Bravos was already on her knees sucking cock, even before she set foot on the sand.

Without a moment’s hesitation, her head began to bob up and down. Emmaline moved with a greedy hunger, and lewd moans joined in with the sound of sucking, as if she was getting off on blowing the anonymous stranger even more than the man himself. Down below, her fingers played at her pussy like an instrument, strumming and rubbing, caressing and fingering with fast, nimble movements that churned electric lust in her veins.

Soon her hips were bouncing and rocking of their own accord. At first she just bucked and grinded against her agile fingers, but soon her bobbing head fell into a rhythm, and her hips followed it. The acrobat’s hips bounced from side to side, carrying her hand with them and sending her juicy butt jiggling with every movement.

Before long, she felt the cock start to swell, so Emmaline gave it one last enthusiastic bob of her head before drawing it back out. Her tongue traced all along the underside of it, even after it had left her mouth as if she was licking a lollipop.

Even with the cock out in front of her, her hand didn’t stop pumping--short rapid movement greased along by a veritable deluge of spit and precum from her messy blowjob. She worked the bottom of the shaft quickly while staring at it with wide, hungry eyes.

“Come on, give it to me,” the needy whore begged, her words just as **** as her hand trying to milk him and her own fingers plunging rapidly into her greedy cunt “Give me your--”

She never got the chance to finish as the cock erupted all over her. Spurt after spurt of molten white seed sprayed out onto her face and chest in long, sticky strands and Emmaline embraced the burst of creamy slime with closed eyes and an open mouth. Her tongue stuck out to catch as much of that delicious seed as she could manage, but plenty of it still streaked across her face and chest, practically painting the noblewoman white.

By the time he had finished, Emmaline could feel it steaming all over her heaving tits and dripping down from her forehead to her chin. She just hoped he hadn’t gotten too much in her hair. She put a lot of work into her hair.

She watched as the cock disappeared back through the hole, still half stiff though shrinking gradually with each moment. No real surprise there--she had drained him pretty damn well by the feel of it.

“Kinda backed up there, huh?” Emmaline said. His only response was a handful of small copper coins spilling in through the hole.

She picked it up, turned it over in her hand, then tossed it into her bag.

‘A professional whore, then,’ she mused to herself. ‘Or, a cheap one, at least.’ She doubted the six or so pieces of copper would even be enough to buy so much as a towel on the beach. Still, it felt good to do an honest day’s work, for once.

Emmaline smirked as she turned to face herself in her mirror. Just as it felt, the man had coated her with his jizz. Strands of it were still slowly oozing down most of her face, save for right around her lips, where Emmaline had eagerly lapped up the cum that her tongue could easily reach. But her cheeks, nose, and even her forehead all had streaks of the stuff smeared into them. And her breasts… The two perfect orbs of bouncy titflesh were already a bit of a masterpiece, and the healthy spray of cum she had taken to the chest was really just the icing on the cake.

Emmaline smiled idly as she stared at herself--the picture of whorish abandon and debauchery! A noblewoman on her knees, covered in cum for less than the cost of a deck of cards or a cheap meal. Though, she would have done it for free if the man hadn’t stuffed that change through of his own accord.

A pulsing warmth between her firm thighs reminded Emmaline that her fingers were still pressed right up against her soaking folds and, while she didn’t need to cum again, a part of her… kind of needed to cum again.

“Too bad he took his cock back,” Emmaline cocked her head and frowned. Though, it had been long enough that the others were probably waiting for her by now, and if she waited here long enough, then the cum would dry on her face.

Then again, the look Liv would give her when she showed up twenty minutes late with her slutty body covered in dry jizz under a barely there bikini would almost definitely be worth it.