I knelt in front of him knowing my knees would be sore and dirty by the time I got up, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Nor was the certain knowledge that anyone who might pass by would surely see me with a mouthful of dick.
I could get arrested. And if arrested, I could be deported and declared unwelcome, not able to come back.
None of this mattered as I let loose his cock and began to lick at the head. After those first few tentative licks, Iooked up at him in hopes that seeing me abase myself so was to his liking, for it was so important to me to turn him on. My pussy was so very wet already and I did so love having my face fucked.
Eyes still open and jaw clenched, he looked down on me and growled out, “Keep going, little girl.”
I extended my tongue and laved once more at the head of him. His prick was as perfect as it had appeared in the pictures he’d sent, only now the head was slick with my saliva as my tongue slowly moved down the length.
He let out an audible groan and I felt his other hand come to rest opposite the first. This time, he did not give a gentle stroke, but rather ran his fingers into the expanse of dark hair on my head. I wondered if he might use it to hold my head. For the moment, he seemed content to let me explore. From the upper edge of my vision, I could tell he was watching the show with interest, not caring about the sounds of cars moving elsewhere in the garage.
Once I reached the base of his cock, I was dismayed to find that his hair was still rather long. But I was intent on making good my promises and took a long lick at the front of his balls, ducking my head even further to lap at the underside before working my way back up.
I was barely at the head and in need of breath when I heard him whisper, “Now put it in, Slut.”
Just hearing him call me a slut again and the feel of his hands in my hair was all the encouragement I needed. Soon I had popped the head between my lips once again and started to work it in just a little deeper with every stroke. I sucked hungrily at the length of him and felt him reach full length from my efforts.
He didn’t grab, but he did tease by making fists in my hair while I tried to use his cock to fuck my face. I was so determined to have him all the way that I gagged a few times. He gripped my hair and forced me to stop, telling me, “Take your time. We’re not in any rush.”
Oh, that was not what I wanted to hear, and I whined. The vibration of my lips and tongue against him seemed to excite him. He gave me my first smile of the night.
“Oh, you eager little Slut. Your mouth needs a little more training before you can take it all, but lucky for you, I’m a patient man willing to teach you how to please me properly. For now just suck. We don’t have anywhere else we need to be.”
I tried to offer a verbal agreement, but all that came forth was a muffled affirmative. He laughed.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Slut. Use your mouth the way it was meant to be.”
So I did. I tried occasionally to take him just a bit deeper, triggering the gag reflex just enough to convince him I was taking as much as I could without going too far and risking damage to his expensive pants.
Soon he was breathing more heavily. I kept at my work, tongue and lips having found their rhythm and taking him without any more than minimal need to stop to draw breath.
He was getting close. I could see the flexion in the muscles of his lower abdomen. The tightening of his balls under the care of my right hand made me all the hungrier. I was determined to finish him off without having to stop again to breathe.
And then I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. He had a hand on the back of my head while he fired twice more into my mouth. Neither of my prior lovers had ever cum in my mouth, so in my panic, I found myself swallowing it down.
He pulled out and let the final dribblings from his prick fall onto the front of the sundress. A few droplets had gotten beneath the low, squarish neckline and could be seen glistening between my breasts.
I shook. I had known he’d promised to blow in my mouth, but I hadn’t intended to swallow. Beneath my chin, I felt his fingers gently raise my face to look up at him.
He was about forty years old, and the look he gave me was almost fatherly.
“Good girl,” he told me. “You really are a slut, and I’m going to spend the next few days showing you your proper place in the world.”
He tucked his softening prick back into his pants and adjusted the tails of his shirt in the waistband before refastening the belt.
Then he reached out his hand for me.
“Come. I didn’t pay for your hotel room to fuck you in the garage.”
Only then I realized that I’d left the keycard for the room on top of my suitcase. When I told my new master, he laughed.
We were approaching the front desk when I saw the clerk’s eyes go wide. Surely he’d seen the gob of cum drying on my dress, just as my lover leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“And not even any ID. If I told him he was allowed to jack off on your tits, do you think he’d give you another keycard?”
I swallowed hard, wondering if he was serious. Fearing that he was. Half hoping that he was.
TBC
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