Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

Suddenly her tongue snaked out, dug underneath his pulsing cockhead, and supported his prick lovingly. Each time his cock drove forward, it slid straight and true into the oval of her lips. She scooped up the trickle of precum that still steadily purled forth from his split prick tip.

Her hand burrowed underneath his balls, clasping them tenderly, squeezing them, coaxing up their juice. The combined effort of her hands, her tits, her mouth, sent shivers of delight up his cock. He again felt the heavy cream rolling and bubbling in his captured balls.

"Does it feel good? Does your cock feel real good?" she said removing her mouth from him a moment and looking up into his face. "Don't forget to tell me when you're coming. I want to know. I want to be prepared."

She resumed work on his aching cock. But now she took his prick in hand again, pulled his cock upright, and dipped her head so that she could get beneath his prick. She poked out her tongue and began scouring his cock, licking and lapping up his granite prick shaft like his cock was some giant ice cream cone. She wriggled her tongue over the pulsing blue vein, diddled her tongue into the piss slit at his cockhead, then delved below and began licking and slopping at his balls with her soft mouth.

Again he groaned, his prick swollen beyond recognition in his lap. He closed his eyes, let his head roll back on his shoulders, tried to think of other things. Why he hadn't shot off before now was a mystery to him. Maybe his body and brain had combined forces, both aware that this kind of thing occurs only once in a lifetime. Once this was over, it might never happen again as long as he lived.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" moaned Missy, folding her lips over the warm, hairy pouch of his balls. She clamped his cock shaft in her fist and pumped his prick up and down evenly, determined to keep his cock at its present stiffness till his prick exploded.

One ball plopped completely inside her open, gasping mouth. She flopped her lips over his balls. She bathed his balls in spit and began to curl her tongue around his ball lovingly, rolling and bumping his ball against the insides of her cheeks. Tiny bristling ball hairs were caught between her teeth.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Cheevers, his jism boiling in his captured balls. He tried to think of other things, ran his mind back over all the tedious job applications he'd been studying all morning. No one had mentioned anything on her list of credits to compare with this, of course. None of the job applicants had boasted of her ability to suck balls or lick cock!

"How's that feel? Huh? Nice?" Missy asked, spitting his ball out a moment and looking at him in the eye. Before he could answer, she dipped her head again, sucked his other ball inside her hot, wet mouth. Her cheek bulged hugely with his great, fat ball. The swell of her face shone brightly.

And then she backed off yet again, releasing one ball only to press her face more harshly against his crotch in an attempt to suck both balls at one time into her crazy mouth. Her tongue wriggled and her lips crept forward, and, by degrees, his spit-soaked ball sac was disappearing into her face, like some huge hunk of food. This time, both her cheeks swelled out lewdly, filled to capacity with Cheevers' entire ball pouch.

"Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped, glaring at her in disbelief. Both balls at once! She was sucking both his balls into her mouth at the same time!

Even as he watched, her lips crept up over the last pulsing bulge of his sac, and his balls were gone, completely enclosed, by her hungry, sucking mouth.

"It can't be! You can't be doing that!" he groaned, recovering his voice. "It isn't possible! You can't suck both my balls at once!"

But I can, my dear man, Missy thought proudly. Just look at my face. There's the proof! Her heart swelled with triumph. Men always thought they knew everything about sex. But when you got right down to it, you could always prove them wrong on at least a couple of things. She was thrilled to prove Mr. Cheevers wrong. What better proof could he want of her abilities?

"Mmmmm!" she muttered, slobbering on his balls as if she were eating her last meal. There wasn't very much she could do with them, really, for her mouth was just too full. She simply flexed her cheeks back and forth and ran her tongue continually beneath his tight sac, bathing both balls with warm, wet spit. Her eyes bulged with the strain.

Her fist kept up an even rhythm on his looming prick. The cockhead dripped a steady flow of clear cum into her hair. His hips rose and fell gently as he drove his cock through the vise of her fingers.

She gagged suddenly, and his balls burst roughly from her glistening face. They bounced and jangled a moment before settling, their tiny hairs and enclosing skin glistening with Missy's hot saliva. The pouch was damn near steaming.

"Arrgh!" he called out in panic, wondering what the hell was happening. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with tension.

"I'll suck you now, okay?" she said, glancing into his face. "I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck you off. Would you like that? Would you like me to suck you off?"

Cheevers groaned, out of his mind with lust. How had he gotten into this situation? What had happened? One minute he'd been sitting at his desk, minding his own business… the next he'd had a half-nude angel of a girl sucking his balls! It was like some wild wet dream!

Missy got up on her knees and angled his cock down towards her mouth. She licked up underneath his prick several times, scraping her tongue from the base to the crown. Then she tilted her head, opened her mouth, and let the purple bulb of his gleaming cockhead slip between her lips. His prickhead rode over her tongue and bumped the roof of her mouth.

"Ohhhhh! In your mouth! In your hot little mouth!" Cheevers grunted, raising his ass and drilling as much cock as he could between her sucking lips. His balls were still sizzling from her suck job, and the cream was boiling inside them.

Missy dipped her face till three inches of his prick had disappeared. Then she backed off, raised up off his cock till only the cockhead was inside her mouth. She gave his prick a good long suck, wrapping her tongue around his cock and then began a gentle up and down movement with her face that sent several inches of cock into her mouth on each successive stroke.

Her fingers clasped around his solid cock at its base and held his prick in place while she gradually worked her way down the cock shaft. She shucked up and down with her fist, priming his prick evenly. Its girth forced her lips into a huge circle. Saliva drooled down its sides and made his cock gleam damply.

"Mmmfff! Mmmmfff!" she snorted, her nostrils flaring. His cock was growing still!

Six, seven, eight inches of cock were now disappearing each time Missy dropped down on the stiff prick. His cockhead was bulling its way deep into her throat, blocking off her air supply, forcing her to gag. Yet she kept up the good work, not willing to stop till she had taken every last inch, till she'd swallowed all ten inches of his bloated cock.

"You'll never do it!" he wailed, his eyes popping. "You'll never be able to get it all inside! It's too big! No one's ever been able to suck my whole cock! You can't! You can't!"

Missy ignored him, backing up off the cock only two or three inches now before plunging recklessly back down again. The entire lower part of her face was swelled out of proportion, as if she had some rare disease. Her lips were stretched to the splitting point around his hot cock.

"Mmmfff! Mmmfff!" she burbled proudly, and with a last wriggle of her lips, the final two inches of cock vanished into her over-stuffed face. She gurgled deep in her throat. All ten inches! She'd taken all ten inches of his granite cock into her mouth! Let any of the other job applicants try that! She may not be any smarter than the rest of them and she might have much less practical experience, but when it came to sucking a cock, she was a champion! She was one of the very best!