I’d never sucked a dick before. I felt worried that I’d do a completely horrible job. The fear quickly faded though when I realized there were no real stakes. I wasn’t giving a blowjob; I was just cleaning. Any overlap between the two would be an added bonus.
Initiate cycle.
I leaned forward and extended my tongue. I pressed it against the tip of Archer’s piss slit. I felt him startling through the thin wall, but he forced himself to stay in place.
I began to rub my velvety apparatus in soft circles around his thick mushroom head. I had to pull away a bit, as his meat went from dangling against the wall to being rock hard over the next thirty seconds. You did that! You fucking did that!
His dick had expanded so the girth was filling the entire hole. I thought about wrapping my hands around it for a moment, just to feel its weight in them. I wasn’t a gripping machine though; I was a washing machine.
I began to slowly drag my tongue back and forth across the side of his shaft. The sticky glaze had mostly dried, but my wet tongue reactivated the sweet taste. Archer’s musky scent combined with the sugar to give me a high like I’d never experienced before.
I just let myself have fun. I explored his rod with my tongue like I was trying to memorize every part of its topography. I traced the large veins. I lapped at his piss slit. I pressed against the place where the thick shaft transitioned to the bulbous head.
It probably took me less than a minute to clean off the mess that had dried onto Archer’s cock, but he didn’t need to know that. I kept exploring. I tried different levels of pressure. I tickled at him with my tongue’s tip. I let saliva drip down onto the top of his shaft just so I could lap it back up.
Fuck, yeah! A sudden saltiness lit up my tastebuds. It literally dripped from his slit as I lapped at it. I was coaxing the pre-cum out of him. It made me ridiculously excited. I felt myself start to leak into my boxers just few moments later.
Archer wasn’t making any noise. His body was letting me know he was happy, though. I wondered if he was scrunching his face up, trying not to moan. I fathomed that he’d likely feel embarrassed having me hear him moan from getting his dick cleaned by a machine. I wanted the moans, though; I needed them.
I popped my mouth over his cock head and pursed my lips tight to secure it. I began nursing on it while I tickled the underside. It had to be the best thing I’d ever had in my mouth.
“Ahh!”
Archer had tried his best to stifle the noise. The partition shook as his body accepted what was happening to it. More pre-cum spilled into my mouth; I sucked it down as quickly as I could.
The only guidance I had was what I’d seen in porn. I was learning on the fly. I started moving my mouth just a little so the underside of his head was sliding back and forth on my tongue. It felt like his dick had gotten even bigger as I’d been working it over. Is that even possible? Maybe it’s just harder?
“Ohh-OhhHH–oooHHHhh-OOHHHhhhh!”
Archer’s not-so-soft moans began to line up with the movement on my head. He’d let out a noise each time the tip of my tongue connected with a specific spot on the underside of his dick where the shaft transitioned to the head.
A fire was building inside of me. The pre-cum steadily trickling into my mouth was the gasoline fueling it.
I pushed myself to take more. A few more inches of Archer’s rod slid into my mouth as I gave into my need to drive him crazy. I had stopped right when I felt like I was going to gag – that was going to be my no man’s land.
I began to bob more ravenously, letting those five or so inches glide in and out of my mouth. His rod’s warm skin had started throbbing as I desperately tried to tantalize it. It was like Archer’s heart was beating against my soft tongue.
“Oh god!” Archer yelled loudly. “Oh god! Fuck me! Oh fuck!”
He must have given up on trying to be quiet; I’d have surely been able to hear him if I’d been standing outside the restroom door.
The partition began to practically vibrate. I just knew his entire body was shaking in delight on the other side. Suddenly, I felt Archer pull away. Several inches of his cock rushed out of my mouth. I would have been confused if it hadn’t plowed its way back in a second later.
Archer started humping the hole, although he was making sure not to push further than the first five inches that had been getting worked over. Maybe he’s worried he’ll break the machine? It was the only explanation that came to mind.
“Fucking hell! Jesus! OhhhhhHH! OOoooHhHHH! OoooOOOOhhhhhHHHH!”
I tickled and slurped and teased. I bobbed and sucked. I worshiped and adored.
“B! B, I think I… OOooOOOOhh! FUCK! I… I… I need you to turn off the machine.”
I kept sucking like a porn star trying to win her first AVN award. His cry for help had pushed me past a tipping point.
“B! B! B! I’m going to break the machine if… OOOHHHH!…if you… God! Fuck, yes!…DON’T TURN IT OFF!”
His last four words echoed through the room. Well, if you insist. I bobbed even faster. I let my saliva wash over his rod like a waterfall. It was throbbing so insanely hard.
“I… I… I… FFFFfffuuUuuuuUUCcccCCK!”
Archer stopped thrusting, but I kept bobbing. His cock shot a hot load straight into the back of my mouth. I did my best to swallow, although it meant that I had to slow my sucking down to a more manageable pace.
Archer grunted and moaned as jet after jet erupted from him. The entire partition was clattering; it was as if he was clawing at it on the other side.
I let myself truly feel his warmth filling me – the flesh against my tongue and the fluid spilling down my throat. I wished it could last forever. I used my lips to milk out every last drop.
Archer had gone silent. My heart had stopped pounding, but I could still hear it beating faintly in my ears. I slowly pulled myself off of his rod, while making sure to give the underside of his shaft one last velvety massage.
I gazed at his cock; it was glistening with my saliva. It had turned bright red from all of the attention it had been receiving. He looked like he hadn’t even started to go soft.
“B! I need you to come in and make sure this thing is turned off!”
I scampered to my feet; I worried that he might not follow my instructions to stay put. I crept towards the door and made another show of pretending to open it.
“All done, huh?”
“Didn’t you hear me calling earlier? I think I may have broken it.”
I walked back over to where I’d just sucked the life out of him. I paused to keep up the illusion that I was examining some type of machine. “Let me take a look.” I tapped and scratched at the partition with my fingers. After a reasonable amount of time, I walked back towards the exit. I slammed it loudly again.
“Where’d you go, bud? Don’t leave me hanging here!”
I walked back in a few seconds later. I let my exaggerated footsteps announce my return. I looked over at the hole; his dick was begging to go soft.
“Sorry, I just wanted to go put the machine in the cleaning station. It looked… sticky.”