Professional Students

He leant back, sighing, blissfully happy that her head was between his legs. His cock twitched as her tongue flicked out once again to touch the head, and her hot breath continued to turn up the heat inside his shaft. The palms of his hands pressed against the wall. He didn’t dare touch her head, for fear of grabbing it tightly and ramming his cock right down her throat. The room felt suddenly warm, as blood and endorphins pulsed through his body. She was increasing her pace, her fingernails brushing gently against his thigh as she tried to take more of his cock between her lips. He could hear the familiar noises now; the juicy suck and smack of her lips, ragged breath, and the soft gag of her throat as it denied his cock entry.

He pushed his hips forward, almost unconsciously. Her mouth was so inviting, and he couldn’t stand not to be inside it. He looked down now, watching her beautiful hair toss back and forth, as she worked harder to make him climax. It was working because he began to feel the building sensation in his balls. He tried to grip the flat surface of the wall, but the smooth tiles resisted his grip. He closed his eyes now, feeling the tight grips of her lips move further and further up his cock. It was almost unbearable.

“Take my cum…” he breatherd, clenching ass cheeks as his cock stiffened, jerked and began an intermittent series of creamy ejaculations. Her hands went to his tight ass, positioning him so she didn’t miss a drop of his thick, white cum. One spurt hit her cheek, and she just rubbed her face against his thick, black cock. He held his cock, slapping her against the cheek, making her moan and grip the shaft herself. She pulled it, feeling its density and hardness, kissing the tip, running her fingers along the protruding veins. She smeared semen on her face, rubbing it in as if it were face cream. She licked her lips, finally looking up at the tall, black man who’s cum she’d swallowed. She half-smiled before getting up off her knees and brushing down her skirt. He was pushing his cock back inside his trousers, after having wiped it dry on some toilet paper.

“Was it one, or one-fifty?” he asked her as he did up his fly.

“We agreed on $150.”

“Fine” He took his wallet out of his pants and took out three $50 bills. She took them quickly, and made for the cubicle door, but he stopped her.

“I’ll give you another fifty if you let me taste my cum on your lips.” He muttered, quickly, like he was ashamed. She held her hand out, he gave her another note, and she stepped back silently, her mouth open. He kissed her, his tongue having a field day, licking her teeth, her gums, her own tongue, just for a taste of his own semen inside this gorgeous girl. She pulled back after a while, a trail of their saliva and his juice following her. She wiped her mouth, pocketed the money and left. He waited inside the cubicle for five minutes, so as not to arouse suspicion, then left the bathroom himself, checking his hair on the way out.

Jenny walked out into the crowded bookstore, as if nothing had happened. She glanced at a group of older women, looking at Danielle Steele novels, and smiled at the thought of being one room away from them with a nine-inch, black man’s cock halfway down her throat.

“So, did you get it?” a voice said from behind Jenny.

She turned to see her friend Naomi, waiting expectantly, hand outstretched.

“Of course I got it. Here’s your $50.” Jenny didn’t tell Naomi she’d got a little bonus, instead just gave her the original 1/3 of the deal.

“I’ve almost got enough for those leather boots I showed you last week. Guys’ll be lining up ‘round the corner when they see me in those.” Naomi said, excitedly.

“Like you need anymore advertising…” Jenny observed dryly. Only an hour ago Naomi had been bent over a toilet bowl in the food hall’s bathroom, a cock buried deep in her asshole. $400 made in 15 minutes, the older man’s family naively sipping lattes while he rode a teenage girl like whore.

Naomi giggled, ‘Well, there’s always more guys to fuck, and more stuff I want. Maybe advertising wouldn’t be such a bad idea…”

Naomi purchased her new boots, helped by flashing some cleavage to get a cheaper price, then she and Jenny made for home. They were almost out of the mall, when Jenny saw a man in a suit eyeing her. A lot of men watched her. She was tall, almost 5’10, long-legged and olive skinned. Her light brown hair twinkled golden in the sunlight and she had been blessed with a thin waist and pert breasts. Jenny had never had to do much to make a man notice her.

She smiled at the man, inspecting his suit, looking for signs of wealth. He shifted in his seat, leaning a little forward, a subtle sign of interest. He was dark haired, but with little specks of grey, probably forty-five years old, Jenny guessed. She wouldn’t normally be so easy but the earlier blowjob had made her more than a little horny and this guy looked ready to go. And the fact he looked loaded didn’t hurt either.

“I think I deserve a little treat, Naomi. You go on home, I’ll see you later.” Jenny said, nodding toward the man who was now getting up and making his way across the mall forecourt.

“Ahhh, okay…be careful, Jen.”

“I think I know what I’m doing, and hopefully what I’ll be doing soon is him.” Jenny smiled, straightened her clothes in a shop window, put on a quick coat of lipgloss and turned to see the man right behind her. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, approached the store window and pretended to be looking at the various brands of chocolates and sweets on sale. Jenny was slightly annoyed he didn’t approach her directly, and decided she would have to make the first move. She pushed her tits higher, making her cleavage more outstanding in the strapless, blue halter top she was wearing.

“So,” she began, “are you a chocolate chewer, or a chocolate sucker?”

He smiled broadly, and turned to face her. She looked even sexier up close, he thought, and could barely hide his delight in her seeming interest in him.

“Personally, I like to leave it in my mouth, till it melts slowly on my tongue.” Jenny continued, moving closer to him and finally looking him in the eye. His mouth was slack, almost gawking at her. He couldn’t believe his luck at a having a woman such as this practically begging for it.

“My name’s Craig…” he suddenly uttered.

Jenny smiled sweetly. “I don’t care what the hell your name is, Craig, as long as you know what to do with that dick of yours.”

Craig escorted her quickly to his silver Porsche. Jenny was pleased to see her judgment of his status and wealth was right on track. He put his hand on her ass as they neared the car, and she pressed back a little, letting him feel the tight stretch of her denim skirt against her cheeks. Craig’s dick was already beginning to grow inside his trousers, and he began to walk faster. He unlocked the doors, ushered Jenny into the back seat, took a look around and hopped in after her. He locked the door again, so they couldn’t be surprised by anyone. The windows were luckily darkly tinted.

Jenny was against the opposite door. She stretched her now bare feet out towards Craig, so he crossed across the seat and kissed her passionately on the lips. She put her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, tasting him and wanting his tongue deeper in her mouth. He was a good kisser, not too wet, but still sensual and inviting. His hands wandered down her body, undoing the tie of her halter top, before resting on her back and holding her tight. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest now, and he broke the kiss to look down at her tits. Jenny had worn no bra, and her tits were now exposed, her nipples hardening from the sudden, cooler air.

Craig put his face down, kissing slowly at first; then his lust overtook him and he began sucking on the while, his mouth making love to her chest like it nourished him. Jenny let out a little moan, one hand on his head, the other now between their bodies. She was trying to find his zipper, wanting to see how big a member she would be dealing with. Her pussy was already moist. Craig was biting gently across her tits, ravaging them, loving them.