They say that you should not fear the man who has practiced a thousand kicks, but you should fear the man who has practiced one kick a thousands times. This was Asha’s strategy, a singular motivation that had led her to this place. She knew that she had one shot at winning Jack’s heart, and as they also say ‘the path to a dreamboat’s heart is through his dick.’ She intended to become master of the blowjob. No guy would turn down a free blowjob, right? Even a socially barren and awkward loser like Asha wouldn’t be turned down on that offer. And once she had that one shot, she would shine. Her newly practiced abilities would be beyond compare, and before he even knew what was happening Jack would be entranced by Asha, and she would have him forever.
That was Asha’s plan. It might not be the most romantic plan, but you have to admit that it could work. What was less romantic was the nuts and bolts of developing this wondrous skill, the single well crafted strike that would render Jack’s defenses low, and deliver the future movie star into Asha’s arms. The only way to get that good at anything was practice.
And so Asha went where the dicks are, and that is why she was on her knees in a men’s restroom, in front of a very conspicuous hole. To practice. To become the best. To win a guy who was completely out of her league and would never look at her twice otherwise.
She had assumed the first one would be the hardest, and it was. It was also the most difficult. She had never done this before. In fact she had never done anything like this before at all. She had spent the last week surreptitiously practicing on carrots, cucumbers, bananas, no phallic produce item was safe. But now, her knees on the slicked blue tile with a strange cock floating in front of her face it all seemed very real. Her heart raced in her chest, under her vintage flannel shirt. Her breathing was hard and heavy as she willed her face closer to the awaiting member. Then, when she was nearly touching it, her hot breath on the head of the cock caused it to twitch and jerk, surprisingly brushing against her open lips.
She squeeked and pulled back involuntarily, clasping her two hands over her mouth. She was worried that the man on the other side had heard her. She knew the kind of men who frequented this type of place probably weren’t looking for a ‘she’ on the other side, and she intended to keep that mystery intact. She felt that it would bring her an additional level of anonymity and in truth, safety.
She waited in silence, staring at the still bobbing appendage, which waited with what seemed like very little patience. Just do it, she thought. Get up there, and just start sucking it.
On 3, 2, …. 1 …
And then she was. Asha has leaned forwards again, opening her mouth, and with one hand guided the cock past her lips, sliding over her tongue and well into her virgin mouth. The nearly coughed, but then realised that she must breath through her nose. She held it there, half its length inside, and began to suck at it like it was a freezer pop, without motion in any other direction.
“.. uhm…” she heard from the other side of the partition. Ok, more movement, she realized. She began to bob forward and back, taking more and less of the strange cock into her mouth, the head sliding over her slick tongue, her lips leaving behind traces of her nude lipgloss.
“yeah..” she heard. Better. She continued like this, taking her cue from the movements of her partner as his slight thrusts bid her to speed up, to take more in. She did so, breathing hard through her nose, pressing upwards with her tongue, pushing the head of the cock against the roof of her mouth, and then bobbing her head forwards and backwards, massaging it against the soft palate.
She heard a knocking on the partition, and thanks to her fervent internet research she knew what it mean. The stranger was going to finish soon. She nearly squealed with delight, this was the first step on her pathway to winning her prize, and already she was reaching her first milestone. She was surprised and invigorated with how quickly she was learning to accomplish this new task, the few muffled comments of the stranger and the pulsations and movements of his cock teaching her the vital skill.
Asha recalled the forum advice she had read. Just swallow, swallow, swallow. Keep swallowing. And if you’re going to cough you shouldn’t spit it out, push it out with your tongue, let it flow over his dick and down your chin. They love that. She steeled her resolve, readied herself….
And then… She felt what would soon become a familiar sensation, the tell-tale twitch of a cock approaching ejaculation, the swelling, pressing harder and hotter against her palate. Just swallow, she remembered. Keep swallowing.
And then it came. A lot of it. Pulse after pulse of jism delivered deep into her mouth, a mouth which only minutes before had never even touched the skin of a man. It was too much for her, she tried her best but it was simply beyond her skill. She coughed, and pulled back, away from the still twitching dick. But as she retreated, when the cock was half withdrawn from her mouth, something stopped her. Was it her motivation? Her iron will to become the best blowjob in the west? Her dream to win over the elusive Jack?
Or was it the two bunches of her hair, which the stranger had evidently pulled through the hole while her mind was occupied?
Her hair, which was now being pulled steadily, firmly, but gently, pulling her face all the way up to the partition, until her chin met the wall, the tip of her nose tweaked sideways, and most of all, the cock fully inside her mouth, deeper than it had been before, the head unceremoniously entering the top of her throat.
Calm down, breath, swallow. She followed her own advice. Don’t bite. This is what they like. This is how you will win Jack. And so she calmed down, and she breathed, and she swallowed it all.
There. Done. You did it. She was proud of herself.
But it wasn’t done. With her head held captive against the partition, the stranger simply began to fuck her face. The hair handle he held pulled her tighter and tighter against the wall as he reamed her mouth and throat, the gulping sounds of his cock ramming her mouth echoing around the men’s room. Tears ran down her cheeks, onto the wall, running in rivulets over lewd sharpie messages. Her eye liner was ruined. This was not at all what she had in mind. This was not learning to become the most skilled blowjobber in the world, this was being used as the most disposable fuck hole on the planet.
And then the came again, his throbbing cock pressing her jaw open so hard it ached as cum was delivered into the back of her throat, choking her. She struggled to swallow, fighting to keep her airway from being overcome. Finally she managed to handle it all, and the stiffness in her mouth lessened as the stranger’s erection waned. Asha realized that she was still learning after all. She had learned how to have her throat fucked like a willing hole and survive. Maybe that would come in handy.
In time, the stranger removed himself from the hole. Asha gasped, breathing deeply, thick saliva falling from her now plump lips. But still, her hair held her close to the hole. He had not released her. Why?
Her answer came slowly in the form of an entirely new erection emerging from the hole once again, parting her lips and entering her mouth even as she was still panting heavily, attempting to recover from the previous encounter.
And again her mouth was getting fucked. A bit slower this time, but nonetheless careless of her comfort. She realized that she had no idea how long this would go on. Clearly the first man had passed her hair to the next, still holding her head captive in freely available fuck hole position. Would the second be the last, or would he in turn pass her reins to the next in line? There could be several waiting, maybe more. She didn’t think she could survive having her throat used like that. She considered if she should try to bargain, offer to use one of her other holes so that at least she could breath, the holes she had been intending to save for her beloved Jack.
But something inside her welled up, her fighting spirit rising. She realized she did have an opportunity to turn the tables and still complete her mission. Fight back. Reconquer the blowjob.
And so she did, she used what little movement she had available to move her head forwards and backwards in time with the man’s thrusts, she pressed her tongue up against his shaft, swirled around the head, nursed on his cock with her lips. She blew him aggressively and skillfully, and in little time he had stopped thrusting at all, and was simply pushed through the hole as far as he could manage as Asha’s slight kneeling frame committed itself entirely to the thorough servicing of his cock.
He came, faster than the first one, and she swallowed it all with less difficulty than ever before. She was getting better already, and she smiled as she thought of doing this for Jack. Looking up at him over the bulge in his pants, taking him into her mouth, and earning his soul as hers forever.
Once again the locks of her hair that served as her reins were passed to the next man, and a new member eagerly poked through the hole. But this time Asha was ready. She was determined. No matter how many, she was going to win.
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