Sweet Sabrina’s Blowjob Services

When she wasn’t deep-throating me, she was sliding my cock back and forth inside her mouth, her cheeks applying gentle suction and her warm, wet tongue working the underside of my shaft. She liked to tilt her head slightly one way and then the next with each forward thrust, so that a different part of my cock was stimulated with each passing. She obviously knew what she was doing, however. She rather quickly figured out that the left underside of my dick is a bit more sensitive than the right, so her tongue focused more on that side. I asked her later how she knew. She said she could feel my cock swelling and hardening inside her mouth.

Sometimes she kneeled upright, so that I took lots of pictures of her cute little bum in the mirror. With each forward plunge of course, her jeans got a bit tighter across her ass, and that was very nice. Her face tended to be tilted downwards to feed, so that I only saw the top of her head. Still, she had very pretty hair and I sometimes stroked her hair gently as she sucked me.

“Hmmmmmm,” she purred contentedly.

At other times she kneeled with her bum on her shoes, her face tilted up to feed, so that I could see her beautifully eyes wide-open peering up at my face. I took lots of pictures like this. On command, she’d pause and pose while I took some pix.

Sometimes her little bum was somewhere between fully upright and resting on her shoes. At these times I sometimes reached down with one hand to fondle it. The jeans felt warm and erotic on my fingers. To reach further down her ass, I would grab her head with my other hand and pull it hard into my crotch, so that I could reach down past it. I could just reach between her legs with my fingers, and so I stroked there for a minute or too. She would just moan, my cock buried deep down her throat, and slowly and sinuously wiggle her bum side to side.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned contentedly.

At times I chatted with her. Often she’d just answer with a simple nod “Hmm hmm” or a shake of her head “Hmm hmm”.

Once the cell phone she had clipped to a belt loop rang.

“Hmm?” she asked me.

“You can answer it,” I said. “But don’t stop sucking.”

“Hmm hmm,” she said. She pushed a little button and raised cell up to her ear.
“Hmm?” she asked.

A moment passed.

“Hmm,” she said. Then her eyes looked up at me apologetically and she slipped off my cock. “I’m nineteen years old, five foot two, 95 pounds, 34-24-24, with reddish brown hair and hazel eyes.”

She paused and took me in her mouth again, sliding slowly back and forth while listening intently into her cell.

“Right now I’m giving a blowjob, but I should be available in about a half hour.”

She paused again. I slipped my cock into her mouth.

“Hmm…” she said. “Will Burt be there too?”

She leaned forward for me again.

“Hmm hmm,” she said. “Hmm hmm… hmm hmm hmm hmm.”

And then she clicked off her cell.

“Hmm hmm,” she said apologetically.

“That’s okay,” I said. I watched her sucking me for a moment but then my curiosity got the better of me.

“You’re going to see two guys at once?” I asked.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded. “Frank and Burt are real old guys… REAL old guys… I think in their eighties. They live I this high rise senior’s apartment complex and I usually see them together.”

“Blowjobs?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded. “The building has a security officer and technically the doors are locked to visitors at ten at night… but he knows me since I see several men there and always lets me in.”

Wow! I thought.

“So Frank is a regular then?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered.

“Then why did he asked you what you looked like?”

“Hmm hmm,” she shrugged. She popped off. “I think it just turns him on or something. I don’t mind.” As Sabrina took me back in her mouth, I marveled at how amazingly sweet this young girl was. 

I let her suck me for awhile, all the while truly falling in love with this gorgeous little pixie kneeling at my feet.

Finally, I asked her when she started escorting.

“When I turned eighteen,” she said diplomatically, popping her mouth off my cock again for just a second and then resuming the blowjob. 

“Why?” I asked her.

“I wanted to,” she said, pausing again from her work.

“Why?”

“Well… I REALLY liked guys and a couple of my girlfriends already were doing it and liked the money. So I tried it and I liked it.”

“Do you still like it?” I asked.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded emphatically, before taking me deep.

Her eyes watched me intently the entire time I spoke with her.

“Mostly blowjobs?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded again.

“Do you usually stay dressed, like you are now?”

“Hmm hmm,” she said, tilting her head side to side to show that this wasn’t absolute. “I never strip past panties. Usually I stay pretty much if not fully dressed; sometimes I take my top off but my pants or jeans almost always stay on.”

She took me back in her mouth but paused. “Hmm?” she asked, looking up at me.

“I’m sorry. No more questions for awhile. I’m sure you want to finish and get going.”

“Hmm hmm,” she said, shaking her head. 

What a sweetheart!

Later I asked her if she stayed pretty busy.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” she nodded happily and emphatically.

‘Good’ I thought to myself, since she seemed to enjoy it. I couldn’t help but imagine this cute little pixie on her knees, her mouth popping back and forth between two octogenarians. The thought crossed my mind… ‘I wonder if these old guys are ever incontinent with their piss… poor Sabrina might get a mouthful.’ In fact, at a later visit from Sabrina, she confided that, for many of the old guys, their climax often was a really good piss.

“Some of them can’t tell the difference and just let it flow.”

“What do you do?” I asked her.

“Swallow fast and tell them later it was just a really huge mouthful of cum. A lot of them really don’t know and I don’t want to hurt their feelings.”

Sabrina spent almost a full hour with me. She never ever seemed rushed. She just enjoyed having my cock in her mouth and playing with it. She NEVER used her hands to stroke it. In fact, her hands usually rested quietly on my or her own knees. Finally, however, after she’d brought me so near to climax so many times, I realized that I’d passed the point of no return. She realized it too. She bobbed her head a little more quickly now, and her tongue pushed up on my shaft just a little bit harder. 

My dick felt like it was swelling and swelling and swelling and about to explode. Her mouth just kept working it. And then she stopped. A few seconds passed and then I jerked. I jerked again. And then my cock EXPLODED with about ten climaxes worth of cum into Sabrina’s helpless mouth. THIS is why she had worked me for so long. Jet after jet after jet after jet after jet of hot, sticky, slimy splooge burst out of my cock, completely drowning her tongue and tonsils. With each jet my body jerked, sometimes so violently I felt like I was going to fall down. One hand held Sarbina’s head in place. The other was on her shoulder to steady myself. Sabrina just stayed calm and quiet, her big eyes angled upwards towards my face. 

Then, finally, after what seemed like two minutes but was probably only twenty or so seconds, the jerks subsided and I felt just a slow steady stream slipping out my piss hole, the last bit of sperm to fill Sabrina’s mouth.

Sabrina did not swallow right away. Her mouth still totally filled with cum and my cock swimming in it, she slowly started sliding up and down my shaft again. But this time her mouth was so gentle that what she was doing to me just tickled, an amazing tingling that sent shivers through my cock and all the way up my spine.

Slowly, over several minutes, my one bone-hard shaft grew soft again. Finally, Sabrina let me slip out of her mouth. She leaned back to rest her bum on her shoes again, looked up at me, smiled… and swallowed. She opened her mouth wide to show me that the cum was gone.

Wow!

Sabrina calmly licked me clean and helped me with my pants. I extended a hand to her to help her up from her knees, and she said… “What a gentleman!”

I asked her how much I owed her.

“How much was I worth?” she asked me playfully.

“A million bucks,” I said earnestly. “I had NEVER had a blowjob like that before.”

She just laughed.

“How about eighty,” she said.

“Is that ALL?” I asked in disbelief. Most girls in town, who aren’t as pretty and who usually leave within five or ten minutes, charge $100 or more.

“I like repeat business,” she said with a smile.

“Do you get a lot of it?” I asked her as I handed her eighty plus a twenty dollar tip.

“Oh yes,” she said nodding emphatically.

I watched her as she walked back down the hall to the elevators, lusting after her gorgeous little behind. One day, I really DID want to fuck her little bum, if she’d let me. Waiting at the elevator, she looked over at me, smiled and waved. And then she was gone.

I went to bed thinking about cute little Sabrina on her knees blowing Frank and Burt, and then maybe popping up a couple of floors to blow some 99 year old guy named Gus. Wow!

I have seen Sabrina regularly since then, at least once a week. She IS getting busier. She says she has over a dozen regular or semi-regular clients in that one building alone. She does have some young clients elsewhere in town. She even has a pick-up hockey team she services on Wednesday nights after they play from 9 until 10, about ten guys in their thirties she blows between 10 and about midnight right in the changing room. 

“You can be that quick?” I asked her.

“Uh huh,” she nodded. “When I have to be.”

About a month ago, she asked me if I’d be willing to see another girl who has started working with her, since she herself has gotten so busy. 

“She’s REALLY pretty,” she said.

In fact, JoAnne IS gorgeous, a classic blonde with long blonde hair and the most beautiful face. She is a bit older than Sabrina, in her early twenties and a couple of inches taller, probably really five foot two. She has a gorgeous slim figure and, like Sabrina, looks great in pants and jeans. The first time, Sabrina came along and used my camera to take pictures of Jo blowing me. Just like Sabrina, she did everything I asked of her, happily posed for the camera and was never rushed. Having her look up at me from her knees with my cock in her mouth was like looking into the face of an angel.

“Have you met Frank and Burt, Jo?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded.

“Jo almost LIVES in that building now,” Sabrina told me. 

“And do you have a hockey team too?”

“Hmm hmm,” Jo nodded again. In fact, she has three.

So… between Sabrina and JoAnne, a heavenly blowjob is never more than a phone call away. Right now as I finish this, it’s Jo who is on her knees waiting for me.

“C’mere you,” she says and pulls me closer.