TLDR Gave a stranger $40 for a blowjob [m/f]

This happened about ten years ago and was very uncharacteristic of me.

It was almost 3am, and I was just leaving work after an unplanned network maintenance. Figuring my wife wouldn’t have left anything for me to eat in the fridge, and not being much open that time of night in the edge of nowhere outer suburbs, I pulled into the only 24 hour gas station and mini market along the way home.

As I’m perusing the selection of frozen foods, packaged sandwiches, and long over cooked dogs, I can hear the only other customer giving the cashier a hard time about something. The woman’s complaints are rising in volume as my burrito is warming in the microwave. When I finally have assembled my three course junk food meal and am ready to pay, the woman has worked herself up to a full rage, screaming at the poor guy to stop being an asshole and just break her $100. As this point I assess the situation. The woman looks to be in her late 30’s, maybe early 40’s. She has dark hair and a hint of some color in her complexion, like she might be of Mediterranean or middle eastern descent, but she didn’t get much sun. She had a lot of curves, heavier than I tend to find interesting but hers was still a shapely body, maybe a size 14. She had on a white sleeveless shirt that looked like silk and hung loosely, showing a lot of cleavage and a gold chain, and she wore some sort of stretchy black slacks that were tight but didn’t look like they pinched. I’m always surprised by how tight women will wear clothing, I can’t stand to have the sensation of anything squeezing or binding me, specially my pants.

On the counter was a package of tampons and a carton of cigarettes, and it seemed all this woman had was a $100 bill, which the cashier kept telling her he couldn’t accept because he couldn’t make change. Quite reasonably, I thought, he suggested she might buy more stuff. She wasn’t having any of it, calling him an asshole and a faggot. I was waiting for a few minutes while this was going back and forth before I tried to politely ask if they could take a break long enough to let me pay and leave. This princess tells me to fuck off and mind my own business then turns back to the cashier. It only takes a few more seconds for her to escalate to calling him a sand-niggar and threatening to call the FBI on him. As I start to tell her she is getting way out of line, the cashier calmly picks up the phone by the register and tells her he is calling 911.

With a shout of “fuck you faggot assholes!”, she shoves the tampons and cigarettes off the counter toward the cashier and storms out of the store.

The insanity over, I pay for my junk food and walk out myself. As I’m walking toward my truck, the irate woman, who is standing next to a dirty black Mercedes sedan, asks in a sweet voice if I couldn’t help her out and buy the tampons and cigarettes for her. With a sarcastic smirk I ask if she is serious as I open up my truck and drop my food inside.
She starts to plead with me that she really needs some to just help her out, that she really needs the tampons and only has hundreds, and that I look like a really nice person.

I really want to just get in my truck and go home. I’m tired, and was annoyed before I walked into the store, and listening to her raging grated on me and got my adrenaline up. At the same time, I was going home to a wife who hadn’t had sex with me for almost nine months, and I felt like sticking it to this bitch somehow, so I made a suggestion that would normally be completely out of character.

“I’ll give you $40 for a blowjob” I offered.

For a moment she just stared at me, slack jawed and blinking. Then her face tightened, her teeth gritted, and she asked incredulously, “what did you just say to me?”

So I repeated myself, “I’ll give you $40 for a blowjob.”

I smiled as I watched her tensing up. She was so worked up she seemed to start stuttering as she said I was an asshole several times. After she gave me the finger and yelled “fuck you!!!”, over her tirade I smiled and said, “no thanks, I’d prefer a blow job.”

Figuring my impulse suggestion was a bust, I started to get into my truck.

Just as I reached to close the door, she asked me to wait. Still clearly upset, she looked around the parking lot. The gas station and mini mart were on the outer perimeter of a stripmall. All the other stores were closed and ours were the only two vehicles around. I don’t know how the cashier got to work, but he didn’t have a car.

Panting slightly, she asked me where we should do it. I looked over to where the cashier was watching us through the window. Deciding the bathroom in the minimart was out, I suggested we both pull around to the parking lot on the other side of the minimart and do it in her car.

She mumbled and grumbled some more, but got in her car and followed my truck around to a dark part of the parking lot. Now, I had suggested this, but as it appeared to be happening I started to get a case of the nerves, including the light feeling in my stomach like I used to get as an adolescent when I was about to touch a girls boobs. Steeling myself, I got out of my truck and took a couple of steps to her Mercedes, where I found the passenger door still locked. Bending to look in the window, I watched the bitch psyching herself up. Then she hit the button to unlock the door and I got into her car.

It was clearly a nice car, but it smelled like an ashtray and had garbage all over. I asked her to open the windows a little to get some air. As she hit the buttons to lower the windows some, she suggested that could take off her shirt and let me jerk off onto her breasts. I held firm for a BJ. Then she suggested she could jerk me off onto her breasts. I said she was free to take off her shirt and get her tits out, but the deal was for a BJ. Calling me an asshole again, she told me to show her the money. Pulling my money clip out of my pocket, I pulled out two $20s, held them out for her to see, then put them into my back pocket.

I was still feeling nervous, but also tired and eager to get out of the stale smoke smell of her car, so with the money in my back pocket I undid my belt and pants, then lifted myself up off the seat enough to push my pants down to my mid thighs. I was already hard and my erection standing up proud as I reached down with my right hand, trying to figure out how to lean the seat back. Figuring it out I pushed the control, slowly leaning back without taking my eyes off of her face.

Seeing my dick out seemed to change something in her. I’m not suggesting that the sight of it gave her an uncontrollable urge to have it in her mouth, but more that she resigned herself to it. Taking a deep breath, she took off her shirt. I hadn’t realized just how big her breasts were, but in the dim light I could see them straining against her sheer bra. Slowly she reached out and took my dick in one hand. She began rubbing the head with her thumb as she gave my dick a gentle pump. She turned toward me and got up on her knees on the driver’s seat so she could lean over me. Still stroking it, she leaned in close and gave the head of my dick a little lick. Then without looking up she told me I actually had a nice dick, that is wasn’t so big that it would hurt a girl, but thick enough to fill her up. The compliment was unexpected and followed up by her taking the head in her mouth. The abruptness of the move startled me, and I gave a little jump, pushing deeper into her mouth and feeling the pressure of her tongue on my urethra and sliding down to the frenum. God, it felt good. I was so wound up, just a bundle of nerves, and her warm, wet mouth was just what I needed.

I wanted more. Gently I put my right hand on her head and felt her tense somewhat, but I didn’t push down so she seemed to relax. With my left hand I undid her bra, and with the angle she was perching over me, I felt her heavy breasts slap against my bare thigh. Reaching over her back, I tried to get a hold of one of her big tits and in so doing I inadvertently put my weight down on her back, pushing her down further onto my dick. She started to pull back, but it felt so good and I was still trying to get my hand on that big fat tit, so she wasn’t able to give up any of my dick.

Once again, she seemed to resign herself to what was happening, and with a few more bobs, she pushed herself further down, making a gulping sound to accompany the delicious little squeeze around the head of my dick. I loved it. Finally getting a grip on her tit, I sort of finger crawled it up into my hand until I felt a nipple. I gave that nipple a squeeze as I began gently thrusting up into her throat, each thrust evoking another gulp and squeeze.

I thought she probably needed some air, and I’m not actually into choking a woman on my dick or making her puke, so I let go of her tit and eased up the pressure on her back. Despite her freedom of movement, she stayed down deep on my dick for a little bit longer before coming up for a breath.

Caught up in the moment, I pushed my pants down further, spread my legs and told her to lick my balls. She turned her head to look at me, gave a smirk, and called me an asshole again. I smiled, and pushed her head down between my legs where she did as she was told and started to lick my balls. She had to adjust herself again, putting her left leg down on the floor and pushing her right knee further into the driver’s seat. Her tongue felt great, warm and soft caressing my balls, then gently she took one, then the other, of my testicles into her mouth, sucking and massaging it with her tongue.

I leaned back into the seat and noticed how her legs were spread. Reaching over, I began to rub her pussy through her pants. I was going to tell her to take them off, then remembered the tampons and figured best not. As it was, her crotch was hot as a furnace. She moaned and began rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my hand.

She rested her left arm on my thigh, taking my balls in her left hand, then went back to sucking my dick. After a couple of strokes she paused long enough to tell me to let her know when I was going to come. I told her I would, but that I expected her to swallow it all. Without another word she went back to sucking my dick, and this time really sucking it and pumping it at the same time. Then she began to alternate between the sucking and pumping, and deep throating. After a few more minutes of that, I could feel my orgasm building up so I gripped her hair, pulling out of the deep throat so only about half of my dick was in her mouth. I told her to suck it hard and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. I told her I was going to come, then told her again to swallow it. I felt her suck just that much harder as I started to blow in her mouth. I don’t know if she tried to pull off or not, but I held her down and she kept sucking until I felt good and drained.

Eventually she sat back in her seat, breathing heavily and wiping her mouth. I pulled up my pants, took out the two $20s, and dropped them on her lap. Then I got out of her car, with my dick still hanging out, closed up my pants in the two steps to my truck, got in a pulled away.

I left the windows open the rest of the way home to try getting the ashtray stink of her car out of my clothes.

I never saw her again but I wish I had. I’m so curious to hear how she ended up there in the middle of the night with a bunch of hundreds but no credit or debit cards. And I think she would have sucked my dick again.

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