"Coke?" Another shake.
"Then there's only one thing that could make you lick you chops like at… This!" He pointed right down to the throbbing bulge between his thighs that I hadn't been able to take my eyes off since I'd first noticed it.
This time I nodded my head yes.
In seconds it was out. His dick sprang from his fly like a blade out of a switchblade. My mouth had been merely watering before. Now I drooled… at both ends of my quivering body.
"It's a beauty, ain't it?" he grinned, showcasing his prick with his hands. "Eleven and a quarter inches."
"What do you want me to do with it?" I sighed dreamily.
"I'll stick it under the table where nobody can see what we're doing. You get under and suck."
My eyes lit up. "Of course." I peeled off from the chair and slid under the table, licking my chops.
While he sat at the table as though he were just quietly drinking his beer, underneath I went down an him. I took it slow, savoring the salty tang of his three-inch cock-head.
My tongue played lewd games with his vertical smile, reaming the inside of his cum-slit until his prick shuddered. Then I ran the tip of my tongue along the ridges of his flange, thrilling him so he increasingly stiffened between my nibbling lips.
"Jack me off while you're sucking me," he whispered down.
I was only too glad to, seizing his huge shaft with both hands, my fingers not beginning to go around. Tugging the loose skin, my fingers rode up and down his gristly rod. The veins throbbed against my hands, as thick as ballpoint pens.
"Suck harder," he hissed. "Make me come."
I couldn't have been trying any harder. God knew, I wanted to taste his jizz as much or more as he wanted to let it go. I suctioned my lips on his cock-head, pulling the sperm towards me through sheer pressure.
"Ooooooh!" he groaned as he bucked his hips convulsively and the cum suddenly shot like a rocket out of his dick.
It filled my mouth instantaneously, the corners of my lips tearing to let the excess dribble onto my face. I pumped his cock like I was wringing out a washrag, desperately trying to get every last drop.
The more I pumped the more he came. Hot sperm gushed down my throat, intoxicating my senses with its divine flavor.
However, the more I swallowed, the more there was to replace it. Dribbling out of my mouth was not enough drainage and now sperm started to back up in my breathing passages. Within seconds my nose was full of jizz, gobs spilling runnily out of my nostrils.
After he stopped coming, I still had to keep sucking and licking for two or three minutes to get all of his jizz.
"I hope you swallowed," he said, pulling his cock out from my mouth. "Because if you didn't, you'll be eighty-sixed from this place." He got up and left, slamming a ten-dollar bill on the table.
He did think I was a hooker! I blushed again, but this time it would have been impossible to notice it because my face was covered with own.
I came out from under the table and slid down in a chair, feeling about two feet tall. I sipped on my departed customer's beer, washing the taste of sperm from my mouth and wondering why I couldn't control myself lately when it came to sex.
Abruptly, my ears filled with the gutsy rumble of rock 'n' roll again. Guitars and drums and sax were bleating from the jukebox, and another dancer, was strutting her stuff on the stage in the corner. This one really wasn't fooling around. She was completely nude the first time she came out. When I saw her, my pussy lurched between my legs, triggered again by the magnetic lure of raw sex.
"Hey, hey, hey," some guy yelled, "show us more!"
Hey, hey, hey, yourself, I thought, cuddling my foaming pussy between my squeezing thighs.
"Hey, baby," a voice out of nowhere said.
I looked up and saw a strange guy standing over me, trucker written all over him.
"I seen what you done to that other guy. How about a hand-job for five bucks?"
I gulped. But then I looked straight ahead at the immense bulge in his pants and wound up grinning. I could just see it looming out of his fly.
I had no choice but to nod my head in the affirmative.
He sat down in a chair and slid his knees beneath the table, concealing his lap. "Under there, baby," he hissed, "where nobody can see. They'll think we're just talking while you beat my meat."
It was sheer pleasure to wrap my fingers around his big cock. It wasn't as long as the last guy's, but what it didn't have in length it made up in girth. God, it was a brutal tool!
I lovingly stroked it, feeling the foreskin slide tantalizingly over his knotty cock-head and then lurch down in my grip halfway to his balls. His cock-skin was electric in my grasp, pulsing with the excitement that only an impending delivery of molten jizz could generate.
When his cock bucked in my fist, I knew the lime had come. "Two more bucks if you go down on it and swallow my load," he whispered urgently in my ear.
Hell, didn't the bastard know I would have paid him for the privilege? I ducked eagerly under the table.
My lips instantly caressed the prolonged knot of his prick-head, getting there just in time for the first onslaught of cum. It bolted down my throat. After the third spurt I started gagging, choking on liquid joy.
"Swallow, baby, swallow," he said, "it's the rule of the house."
I gurgled my assent with tradition, choking down a scalding mass of sperm.
After he had stopped shooting, I kept lapping, licking his dick squeaky clean. I knew he felt he'd gotten more than his money's worth the way he moaned. When he finally got up and left, he slammed a ten on the table – the fee he'd set and a three-dollar tip.
The three-dollar tip really excited me. I'd never before realized my cock-sucking skill was of such high quality. Phil's had been the only prick I'd ever sucked before I'd left home three days ago to get a magazine. Phil'd always told me that I sucked a mean cock, but it had never occurred to me that he might be stacking me up against other women.
Well, apparently from the money in my tight fist, I stacked up pretty well against other women. Twenty bucks more and I could call a taxi to take me all the way home.
While I was waiting for more action, I looked up on the stage. The naked dancer was slithering like a serpent on the stage, giving the audience a rear view of her shiny pussy. Her performance was getting dirtier and dirtier, her sopping cunt seeming to take over her whole body. The dripping sight of it mesmerized the audience. Me included.
I was so horny I couldn't wait to be asked. I got up and waked right over to a guy sitting at a nearby table. His eyes were riveted to the dancer's flexing cunt so I couldn't see what he looked like in the darkness.
I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs, catching it between my thighs and the wet fabric of my dress. "How'd you like to feel my cunt while I give you a hand-job?" I whispered torchily.
"How much?" he said into his beer, his eyes riveted on the obscenely gyrating dancer.
"Ten," I breathed into his ear.
"Start earning your money," he said, keeping his head turned from me. But it was so dark in there that it didn't make any difference if I saw his face or not. Besides, it wasn't his face that I was interested in.
My hand slid under the table, groping for his cock. I found it throbbing under his denim pants, nestling about eight inches along the inside of his leg. It pulsed under my cares, obviously swelling larger by the second. I bet myself that it would be just a shade over ten inches long when it was swollen to maximum hardness. The exact same sic as my darling Phil's.
Only the zipper on his fly separated me from his dick. It screeched under the table as I pulled it down, my fingers trembling at being so close to touching his cock.
Just as I reached in to claim my treasure, his hand slipped into my lap. His fingers wiggled towards my cunt through the sopping dress.