Cathy the Dockside Cocksucker

I handed it over to him. He looked it over for a moment, and then squatted down next to his sister. Instinctively, his sister paused mid thrust, with three or so of my inches still inside her lips, to look right into the camera. He clicked a couple of pictures.

“Deeper,” he instructed.

She leaned further forward, still looking right into the camera. He clicked a few more pictures.

“Deeper,” he said again.

And Cathy took me into her throat, this time pushing her nose as hard into my belly as she twisted her head side to side, trying to force my cock as far down her throat as she could, while her mouth stretched as far as it could to accommodate the thickness of my shaft as it connected with my balls. And again, her eyes looked towards the camera.

“Perfect,” the brother said.

Cathy stayed like that for almost a minute, letting Marc (I found out his name later too) take several dozen pictures, and obviously allowing her to impress me by deep throating me for so long.

When, finally, her brother stood up again, she slid back and resumed her slow rhythmic working of my cock’s entire length.

“Any other pictures you’d like?” Marc asked me.

“Some of her bum, please,” I said timidly, glancing nervously at Cathy’s Dad. He just smiled and nodded. And then he and his wife stepped back to let Marc move out from the alley to take a five or six dozen more distant shots, from different angles, allowing him to capture Cathy from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, including her sweet little ass as she sucked on my bone. He even climbed up onto the retaining wall to capture a few of her from above. Of course, as all of this was going on, I couldn’t help but notice that my protective wall was gone. Nervously, I watched dozens of people walking by; and, if anyone of them had glanced this way, they would have seen me, helplessly looking right at them, while this young girl in short shorts, a purple t-shirt and blue flip-flops was kneeling and blowing me. Fortunately, no one paid too much attention and, after a few minutes, the wall of parents formed again.

And none too soon; because, otherwise, passers-by would have been hard-pressed not to notice a middle-aged man standing and having an apparent seizure, my whole body starting to jerk violently as I started shooting jet after jet of semen and sperm into this pretty teen’s mouth. Cathy calmly kept sliding to and fro though, never breaking her rhythm, never stopping how she worked the underside of my shaft with her tongue. In fact, as my jets started to slow down, she sped up, suddenly starting to violently thrust my hardened cock repeatedly down her throat as she attempted to keep me shooting for as long as possible. With every thrust, I heard the gurgle and pop of my cockhead bursting past her tonsils into her throat, and felt my cock tip ramming the back of her throat. Finally, she wiggled her head all the way onto me, her nose now buried in belly fat. Marc reached one hand out to hold the back of her head, keeping her there.

“She loves this part,” he said with a smile.

“Hmmmm! Hmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm!” Cathy whimpered, her little bum squirming. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed Marc’s hand away and put my own hand there, pulling Cathy even tighter onto me as I reached down with the other hand to fondle her sweet bum. I held her like this for I don’t know how long, using my middle finger to slide back and forth in Cathy’s crack, reaching as far forward as I could to try to rub her clit too.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Cathy was purring again, wiggling her bum now sensuously under my hand. All the while, I felt my slowly softening and shrinking cock swimming in the sea of semen I’d filled Cathy’s mouth with. And, all the while, I heard the ‘click, click’ click’ of my camera as Cathy’s brother continued his honourable work.

Finally, I was fully soft. A little regretfully, I let go of Cathy’s head and stood upright again, letting her slide her mouth back. I fully expected her to pop off and spit at this point. But she didn’t. For at least another minute, she ever-so-slowly slid her mouth to and fro along my shaft, making my cock tingle like it never had tingled before. Gawd! This girl was good!

When finally Cathy did slide her mouth off of my cock, she just leaned her bum back against her feet for a moment, smiling alternatively at me and the camera as Marc came around to take a few more pictures. She even proudly displayed her mouthful of cum. And then she closed her mouth again, smiled, and swallowed.

Oh shit!

Having had the blowjob of the century, I shouldn’t have been surprised when Cathy opened wide to take me in her mouth again. She literally gave my cock a spit wash, gargling with her own saliva as she held me inside, and then sliding off to swallow again. She then licked my shaft and every little fold of skin around my balls, reaching as far back as she could to make sure that I was all clean and tidy.

Finally, she smiled up at me as she deftly did up my belt and zipper with her hands.

“Thanks,” she said at last, giving me the warmest smile ever.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Cathy,” she answered proudly.

“You are the world’s best cocksucker,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said again, smiling sweetly.

When she stood up, she gave me a nice little kiss on the cheek, and then took my hand to walk me back to the bench where she’d found me. Marc handed me a little card with Cathy’s name and cell phone number on it, as well as a picture of Cathy’s beautiful smiling face, telling me that I should call when I wanted my $20 back. Of course, I understood. This was Cathy’s calling card. No doubt, she had numerous clients who now called her for blowjobs when they wanted or needed them. This whole wharf thing was just for recruiting customers.

“Will you keep working during the school year?” I asked her.

“Uh huh,” she answered. “Just call me. After three on weekdays; otherwise any time.” And the smile she gave me now left me with absolutely no choice but to call her and call her often.

I’ve made countless more trips to Halifax’s waterfront this summer; in fact, I make sure I’m in Halifax 2-3 times per week and intend to move here soon. And I often see Cathy here with her crew and her poodle. I know to look for her in hidden places too, of course, and have found her kneeling in various spots besides where she knelt for me that first time. And Cathy always approaches me when she sees me and isn’t already on a job. She’s blown me at least five more times along the waterfront, in addition to countless blowjobs I’ve gotten from her when I’ve called her cell phone. She comes to me, her brother or Dad driving her. Marc ‘borrows’ $80 on these occasions; but, in turn, Cathy will blow me repeatedly, swallowing three or even four loads of my cum in the hour; and she’ll dress to requests, wearing heels if I ask her to, or tight, tight jeans and too much make-up, so that she truly looks like a little whore walking down the street. I once even asked her to meet me by the pool of the hotel I was spending the night at, and to wear, instead of a bathing suit, a satin pair of bikini panties, a white bra and heels (I figured the white bra would clearly indicate underwear versus a bathing suit). And she did… showing up, accompanied by her brother, wearing a white bra, light purple satin bikini panties and 2-inch spike heels, and calmly walking up to me where I sat in a lawn chair… despite all the other people around. I then led her and her brother through the busy main lobby to the elevator, and then up to my room on the 5th floor. Almost every head turned as she walked by, but she didn’t try to hide at all. Again, what she was doing was perfectly legal… let them stare!

One time, I asked Cathy if her parents were making her do all of this, the blowjobs and all; and she just laughed. No way! She loved what she was doing, and couldn’t wait to finish high school, find a real pimp, and start working streets downtown. Truth be told, the only thing she doesn’t like is that blasted poodle!