Sabha's Surprise

Sabha was off her knees and standing near Mike as he finished tugging the curtain open. It dawned on Sabha. This hole with the paint was a glory-hole. She wouldn't be sucking Mike off, but be sucking a stranger off.

-4-

Money. That's all she could think about to keep her moving forward. The idea of sucking a stranger off terrified Sabha, but she had bills to pay. Sabha's nervous glance moved from the glory-hole to Mike and then back again. Mike was grinning with an intense lust that disturbed Sabha.

"Uhm..." Sabha began, fearing the answer to the question she was about to ask. "What do you want me to do?" She stammered out. Sabha crossed her arms slightly covering her naked breasts and cast her gaze floor bound.

"Well..." Mike began as he fiddled with the settings on the recording camera and then aimed the mechanical eye at Sabha. "You said you like to suck dick, let's see just how much you like it." Mike grinned, Sabha flushed a shade of red with no name. There was a long pause as Sabha tried to think of a way out of this situation. Her sudden urge to run was beginning to become stronger than her need to pay the bills.

Her thoughts where dashed when Mike rapped his knuckles on the surface of the plywood wall. Sabha heard some shuffling and then through the five inch opening, a large erect penis thrust through.

Sabha gasped at the size of the thick cock that throbbed through the opening. She couldn't help but feel the arousal course through her lithe body. Sabha's heart began to thunder in her chest, she had reached a point where there was no turning back. Again, she was interrupted in thought.

"Alright Sabha, enough stalling." Mike chimed as he motioned from behind the camera to get to her knees. Sabha, watching the camera watch her sink to her knees. This new perspective put the thick rod in her face. It was here that she became acquainted with the mysterious erection. Her hand rose and tenderly gripped around the shaft, a shuddering response from the erection. Sabha gripped the stiff rod with delicacy and leaned in closer. She noticed that the flesh of the cock was naturally tan, clean cut, and had a healthy size to it. There was also a round mole that she could see just beyond the wall. High and to the right of the cock on the man's pelvis. She judged the girth to be a good and solid two and half inches with a nice eight or nine inch reach. Sabha couldn't help but wonder just who's cock this was, she thought that it was a good looking cock, the kind you find in high end porn. Sabha admitted to herself that this cock was much better then the few she had seen before. No wild thatch of untamed hair. No crazy color or weird veins.

It wasn't long before she leaned in and began to tongue at the tip of the strangers cock. Her dextrous muscle working around the glans, under the head and along the flared ridge on the top. Sabha, noted that the cock did not have a foul taste or smell to it. Whoever this was kept immaculate care of their penis. This, Sabha found delightful.

Sabha stroked the thick rod from base to head. She looked up to the camera, that she nearly forgot was there and pushed the head of the cock in passed her lips. Sabha hollowed her cheeks. Her tongue massaging the under side of the cock head. She heard a moanful grunt and felt the cock push forward into her mouth. Whoever was on the other side of the wall was enjoying this. This also delighted Sabha, and she responded by widening her lips and slipping her mouth down the cock a little further. She sucked in more of the man meat, her tongue wildly thrashing around the bottom.

She needed air. Sabha pulled back, dragging her pillowy lips along the length. Inhaled at the tip, and then bobbed back down on the flesh. Sabha was starting to enjoy this. She had all but forgotten the camera that was recording her every action. Although, that thought of a camera watching Sabha, made her all that more aroused for the situation.

Her efforts where greeted with another, low moan, a single thrust and a flexing erection. The flex of the cock caused a bead of pre-cum to form at the urethra of the strangers cock. The pre-cum instantly spread across the back of Sabha's tongue.

Sabha let a small moan erupt from her mouth, the taste of this man's pre-cum caused Sabha to gush with arousal. She bobbed on the dick, gobs of her slobber starting to pool and drain from her lips. The viscous liquid flowed, like a river, over her lower lip. Down her chin. Down her neck. The saliva-cum concoction dripped from her chin and would land on her naked wobbling tits, or miss entirely and pool on the floor between her knees.

Sabha could feel her own fluids begin to flow between her thighs. Her own lubricant coated the fabric that hid her wet slit away. The g-string was soon engorged with her fluid and did nothing to stop more of the clear liquid to slowly drip down her thigh. There was no doubt about it, Sabha was horny.

For the first time since she started sucking on the strangers cock Sabha noticed Mike. Who was now pushing the camera in closer, getting a good shot of the penetrating action and the seal that her lips formed around the strangers cock. Sabha fluttered her eyes at the mechanical eye, slurping backwards for air as more of the pre-cum and saliva drained from her mouth. Boy, if dad could see me now! Sabha thought.

Another grunt, a forceful thrust, and the stranger started to buck. His hips pressed against the plywood wall, gyrating the cock back and forth into Sabha's now eager mouth. Sabha let out a wanton groan as she could feel the cock swell in her mouth. She knew that the moment of ejaculation was not far off. Sabha bobbed faster, utilizing her hands to grip and jerk what wasn't in her mouth. She sank her mouth and lips lower until her nose pressed against the wall. Her hands formed a diamond with her thumbs and forefingers around the glory-hole.

Sabha would quickly pull back, tilt her head and thrust down again. She repeated this process until she heard a grunting moan again. A tapping on the wall signaled that the man on the other side of the wall was about to blow his pearly white load.

Sabha, excited by the prospect sank as far as the physics of a wall and glory-hole would allow her to. She could feel the head of the mans cock rest on the back of her tongue with the tip just pressing against her throat when it swelled. It swelled to a point that a liquid warmth flooded her mouth. Sabha's eyes widened at the size of the load of cum that erupted. She tried to hastily swallow what she could but quickly found that it was too much. So much so that she had to pull off the cock. Sabha peeled off the erection, with her hand gripping and aiming the still cumming cock. Rope after pearly white rope shot through the air and landed over Sabha's lips and chin. It finally stopped as a thick gob of cum and saliva dripped down the shaft of the stranger's cock.

Sabha coughed the last mouthful of cum out, it drained from her mouth and onto the floor.

"Ungh..." Sabha moaned with wanton delight. Her hand still wrapped around the now flaccid cock. She looked up to Mike who was grinning with lust and still filming. "That was more fun than I expected." She chimed sincerely.

-5-

It took Sabha a few minutes to clean up and slip into her sweat pants and sneakers after the fact. She decided to hang around a little with Mike and chat about future plans, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would nail her on the couch. Mike may have come off as a sleazy womanizer, but he would do in a pinch. Sabha was in a pinch.

However, to Sabha's disappointment, Mike was more interested in business and money than in pussy. Sabha made her farewells, future plans and shouldered her duffel bag. On her way out the door Sabha let a sigh of relief, being twelve-hundred dollars richer, she would be set for the next couple of months.

"Sabha! Hey Sabha." a voice called from a few feet away from the door as Sabha made her exit. She turned and blanched when she saw Jean-Pierre approaching her.

"Oh... h-Hey Jean-Pierre." Sabha wondered if Jean-Pierre knew about the 'photo shoot'.

"Hey, how did the shoot go?" Crap.

"Oh, you know. I just sat and smiled like you said!" She chimed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Jean-Pierre fell into step beside her, shoving his fists into his pockets as they made their way up the street.

"What are you doing here anyway Jean-Pierre?" Sabha finally questioned. She lifted her chin and eyed her handsome brother with playful suspicion.

"I told you, I do some work for Mike." Jean-Pierre admitted with a smile. He shoved his sister playfully.

They walked along to the bus stop on the corner. The two siblings lived close enough that they caught the same bus into down town. On the ride home Sabha invited Jean-Pierre to dinner at her apartment in celebration of her new 'job'. Jean-Pierre gladly accepted on the condition that she cook and he could watch the Sounders game. Sabha giggled at the demands and nodded in agreement.

The trip from the Industrial district of Seattle went faster than they both expected. It was 6:45 in the evening when Sabha pushed through her front door with Jean-Pierre in tow. As agreed, Jean-Pierre found his way to Sabha's couch and flipped on the soccer match, while Sabha prepared their meal.

They ate in near silence just as the Sounders game came to a close. The soccer team lost the match and left Jean-Pierre disappointed. Sabha smiled sweetly at her brother as he gathered up his things and began to leave. They embraced, exchanged farewells and Jean-Pierre was out the door.

Sabha had resided to watching trash television, curled up on the couch with a large glass of wine in one hand. She heard a soft 'vrrreee' and looked down to a lit up cell phone on the coffee table.

"Huh, Jean-Pierre must've left his phone." Sabha muttered to herself as she reached to the phone. She brought the phone up to her face. The display showed a text exchange, the latest one read "Yummy ;)".

Sabha rolled her eyes as she flicked her thumb and scrolled through the texts. Call it human curiosity, or snooping. Sabha soon gasped and nearly choked on her wine when scrolled into view was a naked picture of Jean-Pierre.

It was a typical shot in the mirror, the reflection showed Jean-Pierre from the knees up, his toned and tanned muscles, his clean cut physique. In the text picture Sabha could see that Jean-Pierre was fully erect. She lingered a little longer looking at her brothers cock and then blanched when the familiarity of the erect cock hit her.

High and to the right of the base of the clean cut cock was a dark round mole.

"Oh my God." was all that Sabha could utter.

-End-