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!