Revolutionary Head

The old fellow looked at her pink tipped show
He wondered what it would take for her to go
Up to his room and get undressed completely.
She openly smiled at him, flirting oh so sweetly.

“Young Miss, I am not so young as I used to be,
Just what it would take for you to come with me?”
She blushed a most delightful color of bright pink,
“Sir I’ll come to your room quicker than any wink.”

“Just leave a tip and your room number here,
After you go I’ll follow, you don’t have to fear.”
He did as instructed, limping from his erection
That he was so hard didn’t escape her detection.

He poured himself a drink waiting for her tap
Then at last he heard it, a most discrete rap
She walked past him and stopped by the bed
She held out her hand as if to allow being led.

She smiled for him as she removed her blouse
He watched her in silence, as quiet as a mouse.
“Sir, what is your pleasure you would have me do?”
“Head,” was all he said and then he was through.

She knelt in front of him as he whipped it out
She showed him she knew what it was about
As her hand worked the shaft to harden him up
Her tongue on the head was starting in to sup.

It was as long and hard of a cock as she’d held
Her mouth was feeling near hot enough to weld
She opened her throat and took him in so deep
She was afraid from his joy he might even weep.

“Young miss, I’ve had many a lass in my time
Toot on my meat whistle when I was in my prime,
But you’re the best there has been in many years.”
Her eyes filled to the brim and spilled some tears.

“Sir, you are so kind to praise me, a common tart
Who diligently does her work with all of her heart,
And I’ll stay her and suck on you ‘til the jobs done,
After you’ve quite finished and shot off all your cum.”

So saying, she increased her efforts to finish him off
She took him so far in her throat, it made her cough
His knees trembled as he held onto her hair braid
He said, “This is better than any pussy ever made.”

So saying he started to shoot off all over the place
Some went on her breasts and some on her face
Most stayed in her mouth where it all needed to be
The cum stuck her eyelids so that she couldn’t see.

“How much cum could one man shoot at one time,
Much more than this could wind up being a crime.”
At last he slowed as she milked the end in her throat
Who would suspect that much cum from an old goat.

She cleaned her face and tasted the rest of his load
He’d filled her mouth until she feared she’d explode
Now he was sitting in front of the fire smoking an herb
She headed for the door, his contentment not to disturb.

He called out to her as she opened the outer door
“Lass you really know what your sweet mouth is for,
I’ll thresh any man who calls you a common whore
And Benjamin Franklin, by God, isn’t a man to ignore.”

            SWS ‘04