A Liquid Deposit for Marta’s Mouth _ Part 1

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Second, there were Marta’s eyes… big, beautiful brown eyes that never shut… that always were watching… sometimes looking straight ahead to concentrate on the task ahead… sometimes glancing up at my ecstasy-pained faced to make sure that I was enjoying myself… and sometimes glancing calmly, and without any apprehension, towards the main bank or out the window to see if anyone else was watching. She was as calm as she would be sitting at an outdoor café sipping coffee with a friend, her eyes roaming around a bit to catch what was going on around her. She had no fear of being caught, AT ALL. In fact, her eyes seemed hopeful that someone WOULD stop to admire her work.

There also was her absolutely gorgeous little ass, now amazingly highlighted by tight jeans made even tighter by the fact that she was on her knees and leaning forward at the waist into my crotch. After a few moments, I’d noticed that, with the light off in the office behind her, the glass wall between us cast a pretty good reflection of her and that sweet, sweet little ass, a reflection I started to enjoy more and more, the hotter and hotter I became.

And, of course, there was her wonderfully talented mouth and the unbelievable blowjob she was giving me. As I said, she was in no hurry. Her mouth was so amazingly gentle on my cock (not like the rough, rushed blowjobs many girls give), that at times it felt as if it were just a wet, warm wind on my cock. My cock almost tingled, like a foot fallen asleep. It was both ecstasy and agony… and God! I loved it.

After a few moments, I felt a ‘pop’ and knew that my swollen cock-head had pushed past Marta’s tonsils into her throat. She didn’t gag or anything. She just kept working my bone with my dick in her throat. I felt my cock-head hit the back of her throat, and then felt a pull on it as she pulled back and it caught on her tonsils… and then she leaned forward again.

And her tongue… all the while, her wet tongue worked side to side on the underside of my shaft and even, because I was so deep, the underside of my balls. Man! At one point, I glanced up from marveling at Marta to notice that a woman in line, perhaps in her mid-twenties, had turned her head and was watching, her expression blank. I gasped.

“Someone’s watching, Marta,” I said, worriedly.

“Hmm hmmm,” she answered, ever so calmly, not pausing a moment from the bobbing back and forth of her head.

I glanced to my right. Sure enough, three people had stopped on the sidewalk outside, their heads pointed right at us.

“Marta… people are gathering outside.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she said, not pausing at all. Her eyes glanced their way a moment. But then they returned to the task at mouth.

“Hmmmmm,” she purred.

Those people eventually left, but glances kept coming from the main bank. I noticed that Marta had started to quicken the pace of her to and fro, and that she now was working my entire length, my cock-head popping back and forth past her tonsils with each plunge, so that a kind of half-gurgle, half-squeak came out of Marta. It was so cute, despite my nervousness, I started to laugh.

“Hmm hmmm,” Marta scolded me, playfully, and then resumed her head-bobbing.

My cock was getting harder and harder, and longer and longer. Now, I felt like I was hitting Marta’s throat with my bone every time, and the force almost hurt the tip, or it might have had it not felt so amazingly wonderful.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” Marta was gagging a bit now, every time I rammed the back of her throat. But she just kept thrusting harder and harder, her nose now bumping my belly with force. And still her eyes stayed open, glancing up and down and around. And her bum looked more and more amazing in the glass wall mirror behind her as she leaned further and further forward with each plunge.

Finally, my body started to jerk and I knew that cum was on the way. I grabbed Marta’s head and held her there as I started to spew a bucket-load of cum into her mouth. And Marta grabbed both my thighs with her hands. And it struck me that she hadn’t used her hands at all the whole time she’d been blowing me. Prior to that, her hands had rested quietly on my groin area or at the base of my cock; but never once had she used anything but her mouth to work my dick. I decided to reward her for her effort by pulling her head fully onto me, my cock sliding further down her throat than ever, realizing that her mouth still was full of my cum. Her little bum squirmed a bit, cutely, but she didn’t try to push off at all.

I then reached down her back with my right hand until I was able to fondle her great little butt through her jeans. My finger reached all the way between her legs, and I started to fondle her crotch.

“Hmmmmmmm,” she purred, wiggling her bum sensuously.

And that’s when Evelyn popped her head into the room.

“How are things going?” she asked brightly.

I went to stand up straight and release Marta, but Evelyn stopped me.


“No, no. Get back down there!” she ordered me, nicely. “You two keep having fun. I just wanted to remind Marta that Rufus just called to say he’d be picking her up in about ten minutes.”

“Rufus?” I asked.

“He’s kind of like her pimp,” Evelyn answered calmly.

“Hmm hmmm,” Marta protested, jovially, my cock still buried deep in her throat.

“You’re a prostitute too?” I asked Marta, straightening up but forgetting to let go of her head.

Doing her best to look up at me, she answered: “Hmm hmmm.”

But she was mumbling and I didn’t understand.

“Hmm hmm hmm,” she tried again.

“I think she’ll explain it to you later,” Evelyn said. “Anyway, like I said, keep having fun! I’m sure Rufus won’t mind waiting for Marta if she’s busy.”

At this point, I realized that I still had my cock shoved down poor Marta’s throat, so I eased off her head, and she slid back a bit.

“Hmm hmm (thank you)” she thanked me, sweetly.

For another minute or so, even though I’d finished emptying my load into her mouth, Marta slowly and gently slid back and forth along my cock, which made it tingle more than ever. Wow! That felt amazing! Finally, however, she slowly slid off, opened her mouth to show me my liquid deposit (that’s what she, herself, called it later), and then closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. She opened wide again to show me that my deposit had been accepted.

By now, the branch was closed, so after she’d licked my dick clean and helped me zip up, Marta and I just chatted in the office, me still leaning against that desk and her lovingly stroking my crotch with her hand.

“Rufus is not EXACTLY my pimp,” she explained. “He’s just helping me earn donations for charity after hours.”

“Giving blowjobs?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Of course,” she said. “He has groups of friends, anywhere from 8 to 15 gathered somewhere, who he brings me to see. I blow them, and the guys all donate into the pot for the kids.”

“You must really love pizza!” I kidded her.

“Oh I do! I really do!” she smiled. “Besides, it’s fun.”

Well, before I left, I got to meet Rufus, a huge black dude who stood at least 6 foot four and was as solid as a wall. He was in no rush, so he and I chatted about the kind of website work I do while Marta, still standing, just bent over to suck his humungous dick. I rubbed her bum with my hand while she did so, which she seemed to like, given the pleasurable purrs that emanated from her mouth.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said.

Ultimately, she did end up on her knees, but had to kneel fully upright to reach him.

Rufus didn’t take long to shoot, but in that time, we arranged for me to follow Marta around to her ‘parties’ to take pictures, with a digital camera I’d pick up from home, and which I’d then paste onto a really nice website I could make for her. Marta was delighted.

All in all, it had been quite a magnificent visit to the bank for me that night. But, for both me and Marta, the fun was just beginning.

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