Lucky Bus Slut - Part II

Part 1 of Writer's Hot Potato

She wet her lips hungrily, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around that velvety, slick head.  Her tongue lapped at the pre-cum, her presence had inspired.

A quiet growl was her reward.

His hand tightened in her hair and push her head further and further down his cock until her nose was pressed against his belly.  The head pushing at the back of her throat as her tongue stroked along his rod revealed her to be the nasty slut he'd hoped she would be.  Gritting his teeth, trying to hold back he released her.

"Show me what a good slut you can be, Cassie," he whispered.

"Yes, Sir," she panted quietly, attempting to avoid any curious glances back their way.  She devoured his hard cock like a starving wench.  One hand held his base.  The other slipped under his tight nuts to massage and tease.  Silently, she sucked and pulled urging him to the brink of release before she'd pull away and tease his throbbing head with the tip of her tongue.  Then she'd begin anew.  Pushing herself overtop of him until he was fully embedded in her mouth.  Intensity.  Tease.  Intensity.  Tease.

Looking up, she smiled sassily and asked, "Is this how your cum-mute usually goes?"

Before he could think of a suitable response she was on him again.  Her mouth tighter.  Her tongue demanding.

"Yes, suck me hard," he softly growl through his clenched jaw.

She wrapped both of her tiny hands around his dick, jerking him tightly as she sucked hard on his head.  She wanted his hot cream filling her mouth.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

She let go and took him fully into the heat of her mouth.  His first spirt of cum hit her throat.  Then she pulled back enough, so that she could suck his load.  One swallow.  Two.  And finally three.  Her tongue lapped up the excess as she pulled back.

"Did that meet your needs, Sir?" Cassie asked politely.

...Tossing the potato back.