He catcalled me so I sucked his dick, and it was so worth it [FM]

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and getting wolf-whistled/catcalled/heckled if you are even a remotely attractive woman. Getting catcalled walking to work is just one reason of a long list of why I find it tedious to go into the office. Like seriously, there’s nothing that can’t be achieved by working from home. Luckily, most things have moved to WFH and having to go into the office is a rarity now. Anyway, I digress.

Last Friday I had dressed to impress, because I was going into the office on one of those rare occasions for an “important” meeting. It doesn’t take long in the corporate world to learn that these old upper-management suits all love dolled-up Asian eye-candy. To be honest, I don’t mind obliging, because I like dressing up, and it helps me get what I want in the boardroom. Friday’s outfit of choice was a tight dark blue thigh-length dress, earrings, heels, full face of makeup and bright red lipstick.

Walking through a backstreet shortcut behind an office block on my way to work at about 8 in the morning, I heard, “Damn I love those lips, I bet you suck dick like a hoover.” It was a guy leaning against a backdoor who had been smoking a cigarette and playing with his phone. Usually catcallers are older, unattractive guys, but this one didn’t fit that description. Early 20s, white guy, actually not bad looking, tall, broad shoulders, wearing a white shirt and suit pants with a fancy-looking watch on his wrist.

He repeated himself. I usually just ignore and keep walking, but for some reason, I don’t know why, I retorted, “Maybe I do, you wouldn’t last five minutes though.”

“I last all day, baby.” The cocky shit replied.

My mind was racing. I still don’t know what exactly came over me, I think the combination of the ultra-confidence this guy oozed plus not having had my itch for public sex scratched for a while made me super daring. I told him: “Let’s see.”

He thought I was joking; I was not. About sixty seconds later, I had hiked up my dress and was on my knees, his zipper was undone and his warm cock was in my mouth. Refusing to be beaten, I genuinely tried my hardest to make him cum as quick as possible. It was the ChinaVagina Special on steroids. In fairness, I suppose his initial observation hadn’t been too far off the mark: the slurping sounds I was making were probably as loud as a hoover lol.

I noticed a particular flicking motion with my tongue was making him grunt hard, so I kept doing it over and over while bobbing up and down on his cock. It definitely hadn’t been five minutes yet when he finished suddenly, pumping a good five or six ropes of cum into my mouth. A couple of drops didn’t make it and splashed onto my lips and chin. I swallowed what was in my mouth, then I took advantage while he was still breathing hard, recovering from his orgasm: I quickly stood up and gave him a deep kiss, making sure he could taste my cummy tongue. I felt him freeze in disgust but to his credit he didn’t pull away.

I stepped back and said, “Told you so.” I smiled, and walked away without looking back. I heard him shouting after me, asking for my number, but I kept on walking. I wiped my face clean, re-did my lipstick and sucked on a mint when I reached the office.

If you were wondering, the meeting at work was boring, pointless and definitely should have been a Zoom call.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s1bqdu/he_catcalled_me_so_i_sucked_his_dick_and_it_was