I'll Have The Usual - Sex Stories

I'll Have The Usual

... an easy way to make a lot of tax free Benjamin's.

"YO! It's the HO!", yelled the dickhead. As if my nakedness hadn't already publicly declared my occupation. "Hey, Bobby! Your dick-drainer has arrived!"

A guy was pushed from the back. He was a looker. Right away I thought, some girl was getting lucky with this one.

"Suck! Suck! Suck!" they started to chant.

Bobby took off his leather jacket and put it on the floor in front of him. That act of chivalry told me that he was a nice guy, and he had been in this position before. I knelt on his jacket, thankful for the comfort, while I opened up the treasure chest in front of me. I could see the bulge, well before I could taste it. My mouth was watering when it sprung loose, so I went right to it.

He wasn't thick, like you, my marvelous Mexican Foody, but he was a tad longer. This would be... sort of a ceremonial event, so everyone crowded around, including at least four women! I pondered on which one was the soon-to-be bride, but I am a professional, so there was no doubt about my skill level.

After a few, preliminary licks, just to moisten everything up, I set my tongue on the bottom, with my stud lightly rubbing the underside and my upper lip pressed him onto it. He slowly slipped into my mouth, and continued down my throat. I had to swallow many times, while sliding my tongue back and forth.

"FUCK!" Bobby screamed in a joyous burst of energy.

Everyone cheered as I pumped back and forth on Bobby's dong, ...

... twisting my head to help with the rolling of the stud on the sensitive underside of his manhood. I held his hips, firmly in my 'hooker stance' and skull fucked myself on Bobby's handsome cock, while the gathering of biker friends cheered and chanted.

When Bobby came, I gave him two quick head pumps, then settled down on his cock, impaling myself until my nose was squished against his trim waist. I gently moved my tongue very slightly, while my throat provided all the stimulation that was needed to finish the job. I had to hold my breath, as I continued to swallow, but it was part of the process, and I was ready for it.

Everyone was cheering. Bobby was not keeping a 'poker face', so everyone knew that he had delivered a big load down the hooker's throat, and they were mesmerized by the picture! I was the absolute center of attention, and I held it, like a deep sea diver. Or maybe, like a professional cock sucker?

Finally I pulled off, trailing spittle and cum, all over his prick. They continued the cheers, but they quickly moved me to one of the, 'fucking' positions. This one put me in a saddle with my legs slightly raised and spread into clothe loops at my ankles. My wrists were placed in soft cuffs, but a firm leather strap was buckled around my waist. They wanted me, at my most accessible.

The first one to use me, while in bondage, was the bride to be. She was one of the better looking biker bitches.

Bobby's betrothed wore a skirt, with no panties, of course. ...