"Ummmm!" she murmured.
Jones giggled shrilly. "Yes, it tastes really good, doesn't it? All the little girls I know love the taste of that special candy."
That's what you'd like to believe, you ugly old fart, thought Cindy irreverently. She felt she knew this man – and all men – inside out. They only wanted one thing – and she could supply it with skill and enthusiasm. She was going to make a lot of money out of their weakness, enough to keep her and Linda for life.
His short cock began to come to life in her busily sucking mouth. She sandwiched the twitching meat between her silky palate and her squirming tongue, and she felt it throbbing, growing. It slowly expanded to its full length and girth, but even then his cock was so small that she easily kept all of it in her mouth. She felt the hard knob beginning to dribble cock-juice down the back of her throat.
"Ummmm!" she exclaimed. "Uuuummmm!"
Jones chuckled, then gasped as Cindy began to suck his erect sensitive prick with hungry speed and force. "Eeeeeee!" he shrilled. "Awwww!"
Cindy thought he sounded like a wounded pig. In his excitement he began to participate in the blow-job, jerking his fat butt around on the rickety chair. He jabbed his hard little cock back and forth in her juicy sucking mouth, and his flabby balls slapped furiously against her chin.
"Yes, suck on it, little girl!" he squealed. "Suck the good candy! Eat all you want!" He giggled like a maniac. "There's a big surprise inside. You'll get it in a minute."
Oh, shit, thought Cindy. She wasn't in the least aroused. She could begin to see some of the problems of Linda's work-session after session with men who didn't turn her on, the sheer tedium of taking on many men a day. But Cindy was very young and optimistic. Out of all those men, there had to be some sexy ones, and then she'd get her kicks, too.
"Awwww!" Jones bawled.
He was almost purple in the face now, panting heavily, and he'd curled his fingers in Cindy's hair, his hands working convulsively. She worried for a moment that he might have a heart attack. But she remembered what Linda had told her, that Jones was a veteran of these games. He must know his limits.
"Surprise!" he bleated. "Here comes the surprise!"
Cindy braced herself, opening her throat wide. Just in time – a thick splat of jism shot from the twitching head of his cock. She managed to swallow all of it, plus the little after-bursts of salty cum. She gurgled loudly, greedily, as she ate it all. Jones was squealing and moaning as he came.
At last his prick went limp and useless on her tongue, and Cindy let it slip from her mouth. She looked at him in wide-eyed disappointment. "Gee, mister," she said, "that was such good candy. Can't I have some more?"
Jones beamed, obviously pleased with her performance. "Of course, Cindy," he said, patting her on the head. "You've been a very good little girl, so I'll let you suck some more on the candy."
Shit, thought Cindy.
She'd figured he'd excuse himself, be satisfied after one come. But for five hundred bucks, she supposed he'd want his money's worth. Hiding her boredom, she grinned and picked up his limp wet prick and stuffed it back in her mouth. As she began sucking on the tool, Jones gave a long low sigh of pleasure.
"I like nice little girls like you, Cindy," he said, "so I'm going to give you a very special treat, something you'll really like. You just enjoy the candy awhile, while I get it ready."
Cindy hardly paid any attention. Her only aim was to bring him off again and get rid of him. She sucked his cock swiftly, juicily, with a vacuum pressure that soon had him panting and squealing. Of course it took longer this time to get his prick hard, and her mind wandered. She thought of the fine apartment she and Linda were going to have – in a white neighborhood this time, so they could stroll around the streets without danger. She thought of how pretty Linda would look in the new clothes she intended to buy her. Together, as a mother-daughter team, they were really going to go places. It would be a wonderful life.
Suddenly Jones was pushing her away, his now-erect prick popping wetly from her mouth and standing straight up in his lap. He had a sick eager grin on his fat flushed face.
"I want more candy!" Cindy pouted.
"No, it's not good for you to have too much candy," Jones said, wagging a finger at her. "We're going to play a game instead. I'll be the doctor and you be the patient."
"Oh, goody!" Cindy squealed, wondering what in hell he had in mind.
"Now you go over and lie on the bed," said Jones, "and then I'll come and be the nice doctor."
"Okay, mister," said Cindy, remembering to lisp a little.