Weekend blowjob (from a punk, no less)

I was at the club at the weekend, but ‘off-duty’ (though I did manage to get some nice shots), so I was taking in the music and the women and the atmosphere and getting more than a little tipsy.

There’s a punk girl in there, who hangs around a lot. I know she’s done a little underground modelling and wants to get into the fetish stuff and I like her, like her style, but she’s still a bit raw at the moment (and her pierced lip and tongue – oddly enough – don’t sit well with the photographs).

She came over and started talking to me, making polite conversation about some of the bands we might have seen and the weather and whatever else. Since I was off-duty, I was casual – shirt, chinos, sandals. She looked me up and down. “Not dressing to impress?” she said and laughed.

She was wearing black stockings and a garter belt, a short black skirt and a black bustier. I say it myself but she looked fucking hot. “Did you want me to impress you?” I said. It was the drink talking, really, combined with the heat in the club but she was getting better looking all the time.

“Do you want to do something exciting?”

“All the time.”

“I’m going for a pee, why don’t you follow me.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

I’ve never really been into pee games but I got the idea that’s not what she was thinking of. I watched her walk away, with an exaggerated swing to her hips, then followed her.

There’s no-one else that I can see in the ladies and one stall door is mostly closed. I take a deep breath and push the door. Punky is sitting on the toilet with her skirt and panties around her ankles, her bustier pushing her cleavage up nicely.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I said.

“Fancy.” She got up and wiped her cunt off, then pulled her panties up her long legs. She turns, her perfect arse right in front of me as she bends over to pull up the toilet seat for me.

The stall is fairly long but narrow and as we step past each other, she tickles her fingers against my crotch. It works and I get hard but now that I’m in the toilet, I want to go. Punky went out, to wash her hands and I pulled my hard cock out of my chinos and tried to have a piss. A little comes out, but not as much as I need.

“Hey, need a hand?”

Punky comes back to the stall and, without saying another words, grabs my cock, her cool hands fitting around it perfectly. If anything, it gets harder. She turns me around, standing so close behind me I can feel her tits on my back and aims my cock at the toilet. I strain and finally manage a little stream of pee, then I said “It needs shaking.”

She did it, just right, but then began to slowly stroke my cock.

“That feels good,” I told her, watching her hand move up and down my shaft.

"Do you like watching my hand on your dick?"

Her sweet voice, the dirt of her words and the pure visual splendour of watching her wank me off are too much and I start fucking her hand, which is still gripped around my cock. She responds by wanking me faster with one hand while spitting on the other and using it to get my dick wet and slick. She sits on the toilet and puts both hands to work on her handjob. I want to pull her tits out of the bustier, to play with them but it doesn’t feel right and, before I can say anything, pulls my chinos and boxers down and lowers her mouth onto my cock and starts slowly sucking me off.

Moaning, I watch her swirl her tongue around the head, looking into my eyes. Her technique is masterful as she sucks on the head of my dick while stroking the shaft with one hand and gently massaging my balls with the other. She lets out a moan that hums around the head as she eagerly sucks me off bouncing her head up and down in my lap.

She moves faster and I start to move too, face-fucking her. She tries to smile around my cock and winks at me. I move faster and the sounds of slurping echo in the stall, I can’t keep this up for much longer and take a quick snap with my mobile.

“I’m going to cum,” I said, trying and failing to keep from shouting.

She winked again and began to rub my balls harder.

The first blast erupts into her open mouth splashing on her tongue and dripping onto her full, luscious lips. The second and third blasts hit her on her chin and some of it dribbles down into her cleavage. She keeps sucking and wanking me until I’m literally holding myself up by grabbing the tops of the stalls.

“Fucking hell,” I said, when she finally finished, “that was good.”

“Glad you liked it. Now all that cum’s made me hungry, facing getting something to eat?”