Susie Sucks by Captain Atom The first time I saw her, she had her mouth wrapped around a cock. It was at a party, and alas the cock was not mine. I wandered into a room off the beaten path in the house and there she was, down on her knees sucking away on this guy. She looked right over and saw me, but said nothing. I just stood there, my jawbone probably hanging down somewhere around my knees. Soon the guy was coming like a gusher, and she swallowed nearly every drop; a little bit of jiz squirted out around the edges, but she caught it before it fell onto her clothes. Then without saying anything she got up and strode out of the room right past me, giving me a devilish grin. When I had recovered from being stunned, I went around the party looking for her, but she was gone. I figured I'd never see her again. I went home that night and jacked myself off something silly, imagining her full lips wrapped around my rod, my jism splashing all over her beautiful face. Two days later I saw her on the bus; in fact, she sat down right next to me! There was no mistaking that it was her, as I had an indelible image of her permanently engraved in my memory: her curly auburn hair, brown eyes, large tits, thin waist, tight ass, and long legs. "Aren't you the girl from the party?" I asked. "Yep," she replied, smiling. "The one who was...?" "Yep." She was smiling even bigger, not seeming the least bit embarrassed. "I don't think I caught your name." "Susie. You are?" "John. Nice to meet you." An awkward silence followed. God, but she was hot! She was wearing a tight t-shirt and obviously no bra, and a pair of hot pants that just barely covered the curves of her ass. I just had to have her. "So," I blurted out, "that guy must have been someone pretty special to you." "Not really," she responded. "So why were you...?" "He asked me to." "He just asked you to? That was it?" "Sure, why not? I enjoyed it, he enjoyed it." She was looking right into my eyes, and her hand had migrated to where it was resting lightly on my thigh. "So will you do that with anyone who asks?" "Sure. All they have to do is ask me." I had a good idea where this was leading. "So would you?" "Would I what?" "With me." "Do what with you?" She was playing with me now. "You know, what I saw you do with that guy." "I'll do it with just about anyone," she informed me, "but they have to come right out and say it." I was a bit embarrassed, being in a crowded bus and all, but no one seemed to be paying much attention, and it sure seemed to be turning her on. "Would you like to suck my cock?" "Sure. Do you want me to swallow it?" "No. I want to cum all over your face and your big tits." Just then the bus stopped. She got up and said, "Follow me." I was like a dog on a leash. I followed right behind her, never taking my eyes off of her wonderful ass. We went into a building and up to a room on the second floor, which appeared to be a staff lounge of some sort. She had a key, so she let us in and locked the door behind us. Quickly she peeled off her t-shirt, freeing her ample cleavage. Then she knelt in front of me and with one swoop yanked my shorts and jocks down to my ankles. I was already hard, and she grabbed my long shaft by the base and started to lick around it. Up one side and down the other. Then she took just my cockhead between her lips and sucked gently while cupping my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other. Soon she was taking me all the way in with deep strokes. I had never had such an expert blow job in my life! Before long I could feel myself getting ready to blow. "I'm gonna come," I warned. She pulled me out of her mouth and used one hand to aim my cock towards her, while her other hand slid down into her shorts and she began to frig herself. My first glob of cum spurted out and landed right on her cheek, then dribbled down off her chin and onto her tit. More cum followed, landing on her nose, chin, mouth, neck, shoulders and breasts. Then she returned her mouth to my cock and sucked out the last remaining drops of jism from my spent tool. She wiped up the large globs from her face and tits with her finger and devoured them, then used a wet paper towel to finish cleaning herself. Then she pulled up my pants and put her shirt back on. Before we parted, she gave me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Call me," she said with a grin, "and we'll have more fun." You can bet that that's one number I'm not going to lose!