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She works his cock with everything she has. He fondles and gropes her but she doesn’t pay any attention to it. Every gag makes her pussy scream for his cock. She wants to rub her clit as she sucks but doesn’t want him to know she’s enjoying his rough treatment. He moans again. ‘Fuck!’ She doesn’t slow down. His cock pulses in her mouth and she knows he’s close. He grips her hair tightly and the first jet of cum sprays into her mouth. Another. A third. She slows down with her mouth but keeps working the tip of his cock with her lips and tongue. A fourth spurt of cum. She tightens her grip on his shaft and firmly strokes him the through his orgasm. His cock pulses again and her mouth is full. Cum runs out the sides of her lips and down her chin. She looks up at him and does a final stroke down his shaft to get the last drop of cum on her waiting tongue. His face shows pleasure that transitions to thinly veiled anger. He thought he had me trapped. She decides to have some cruel fun with him. Her lips part and she pushes his cum out of her mouth so his entire load runs down her chin, drips onto her chest, and runs down her body. She lets go of his cock and playfully squeezes her tits together to smear his cum on them. She lets out a giggle and leans forward to take his cock into her mouth again. His drooping cock is getting soft and she licks him just like she did to start the blow job. ‘What are you doing?’ She feigns surprises and pulls back. ‘You paid for 30 minutes. I thought you’d want me to try and get you off again, Sir.’ He hasn’t come that hard in years but now she’s fucking with him. ‘No, we’re done for today. I’ll let you go early so you can clean that mess off your tits before you have to be back in class. I don’t want your classmates to see what a whore you are.’ He pulls his trousers up and tucks his cock back inside. He takes out his wallet and hands her $200 in crisp $100 bills. She rises taller on her knees and hooks a thumb through her thong and pulls so he can tip her like she’s a stripper. He glares at her but bends down and slides the money into her panties. She stays there for a moment cleaning his cum off her chest and stomach with her fingers before she licks them clean. Obediently she turns and crawls back to her clothes. He can’t take his eyes off her ass and the black lace covering her pussy as she moves. He starts to get hard again. She stands up and decides she’s going to taunt him one last time. She tucks the cash into her pants pocket at her feet and then stands tall. ‘Actually, you will get me out of my panties today.’ She bends at the waist and slides her thong down her legs. She takes her time rising back up and lets him enjoy the view of her glistening cunt. ‘These are just too wet to continue wearing.’ She slips on her tee shirt and shoes and carries her pants and bra. The shirt is long enough to cover her ass but just barely. ‘I think I’ll skip my afternoon classes. I’m going to head home and curl up with my vibrator. I’m going to fuck myself reliving this until the batteries die or I’m too exhausted to keep making myself cum.’ She leaves without closing the door behind her. Her friend is still waiting in the car at the end of the driveway and she doesn’t look back as she gets in. His cock is rock hard again. He steps over the puddle of drool and cum where the girl was kneeling and walks to the door so he can watch her as she leaves. He takes her panties off the coat hook and holds them up to his nose. One deep breath and he smells heaven. Her wetness is sticky on his fingers and he grins almost manically. He closes the door and texts a quick message. ‘Same time tomorrow, slut. You won’t be going to your afternoon classes.’
She’s wet. Her body is tingling with anticipation. She’s positive he doesn’t remember her. Two days ago, they matched online and quickly switched to texting. A few tasteful pictures of her and one of his cock and they began negotiating. This first meeting would be just to feel each other out. Probably oral. Maybe something more. Certainly discussing her prices. Her ride stops and she gets out of the car. It’s been a while but the house is almost exactly as she remembered from when she was childhood friends with Mark’s daughter. She heads for the door and enters without knocking, as instructed. He hears the front door open and smiles. This little slut has been on his mind nonstop for two days. The pictures she sent were incredible. Tight young body. Perky tits, pierced. An ass that swallowed a thong and looked like a perfect handful for his strong hands. She was being coy and wanted to ease into being his sugar baby. He played along. Once she was on her knees he would let her know that he was in charge, and she was going to follow his lead. None of his poker buddies had bagged an 18-year-old still in High school. She was as fresh as they come. She walks slowly and looks at her possible sugar daddy. He’s tall. Taller than she remembered. Powerfully built but showing some age. Memory and recently exchanged pictures overlap and she smiles. ‘Hello Mark . . .’ she trails off as his gaze goes down her body and back to her face. ‘No, you call me Sir. Come stand in front of me.’ She smiles playfully. ‘Yes Sir.’ Standing in front of him she looks up to make eye contact. His eyes are hungry. A hand grips her shoulder and turns her in a slow circle as he looks her over. The hand runs down her back as she keeps turning. It slides over her hip and he leaves it there to keep turning her. She finishes her circle and he feels himself begin to stiffen in his pants. He needs her. He needs to break her and make her his little sex toy. He resists the urge to rush. She wants to take it slow, so he’ll take it slow. For now. ‘You’re even sexier than in the pictures.’ His hand hasn’t left her hip. He squeezes gently and pulls her closer. She has to look up to maintain eye contact and she rises onto her tip toes to kiss him, but his other hand caresses her cheek and stops her movement. ‘You talked a pretty strong game over text. Something about the best head of my life?’ She stays on the balls of her feet and her tongue licks her lips slowly. She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth and drops back to her heels. ‘I did say that, didn’t I? Let’s call it $50?’ The man laughs a little and his hands find her chest. ‘For $50 you’ll be naked while you suck my cock and I’ll cum wherever I want.’ He fondles her breasts and she doesn’t stop him. ‘No, you won’t get me out of my panties today. But I’ll strip for you, and you can cum anywhere but my hair. That’ll make it $100 though. I still have to get back to class in 30 minutes so I can’t have my hair messed up.’ She reaches for the bulge in his pants and strokes his growing cock through the fabric. ‘$100 for a blow job that I won’t even get to finish? No, that’s just a waste of my time. That slutty little mouth won’t make me cum before you have to leave.’ She thinks for a second and then gently pushes his hands off her tits before jerking his belt tail out to open the latch. ‘Okay, Sir.’ She undoes the button on his trousers. ‘How about this.’ She unzips his pants and reaches in to grip his cock and slowly stokes him. ‘I strip down to my panties, suck your cock, and you cum anywhere you want. That for $200. If I don’t make you cum before I need to leave, then I’ll skip my afternoon classes and you can fuck me until you decide I’ve earned the money. Or until your wife comes home . . . ‘