FakeTaxi Hot blonde tourist in first time blowjob
The sun had barely risen when the blonde bombshell stepped out of the taxi, her cashmere sweater hugging her ample curves like a second skin. She walked towards the dawn, her high heels clicking on the pavement, each step a cocked siren song. A few people were up already, either heading to work or stumbling home from a night out. They turned to watch her as she passed, drawn to her magnetic beauty and that ‘fuck me’ confidence.
“Excuse me,” she called to a man waiting at the bus stop, “could you please tell me where the nearest ATM is? I’m out of cash.”
The man, middle-aged and slightly portly, stammered a bit as he tried to form a coherent response. “Umm, not really sure, miss. I don’t usually carry cash. But I could drive you to one if you need? I’ve got my car parked right over there.”
The blonde smiled, a flash of bright white teeth against perfectly glossed lips. “That would be wonderful, thank you so much! I only need a little bit.”
Backseat of the man’s car, the blonde ended up with more than she bargained for. The man, now seeming more predatory than friendly, leaned in close. “You know, I’ve got some cash in my wallet. If you’re willing to earn it…”
She paused, eyes wide. Was this really happening? Should she be horrified? Turned on? “What did you have in mind?” she asked huskily.
“I could think of a few ways a girl like you could pay me back,” the man grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. “How about a little backseat fun? For a grand, you could be riding more than just my car.”
The blonde swallowed hard, heart pounding. she knew she should say no, refuse, leave. But there was something exhilarating about this whole scenario – the danger, the depravity, the dark roof of morality. “A thousand seems awfully high…” she demurred, even as her fingers crept to the button of her jeans. “How about a little taste before we seal the deal?”
The man’s eyes gleamed with lust. “Be my guest,” he said, leaning back against the seat.
The blonde slid down, slender fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. She freed his cock, still soft and thick, and wrapped her lips around the tip. He was salty-sweet on her tongue, growing harder by the second as she explored him with lips and teeth and tongue. She had always wondered what it was like to perform a blow job, to feel a man come undone in her mouth. Now she had her chance. And she enjoyed the taste of forbidden fruit, the swell and roll of his shaft as it strained to full size inside her mouth.
The man graaned, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair. His fingers curled around the silky strands as she worked him in and out, plunged and sucked. He was hard as steel now, pulsing against her tongue. His free hand groped, squeezing her breast through her sweater, thumb circling her nipple. She gasped around him, sending thrilling vibrations down his length. He was close, arching and straining against the sudden pleasure.
With a final deep swallow, the man came, spilling thick and hot against the back of her throat. She gulped it down, not wanting to waste a single salty-sweet drop. When it was over, the blonde slowly raised her head, licking her lips. The streaks of his spend looked obscene against her pink gloss. She smiled hugely, inordinately proud of her first successful blow job.
“Well?” She climbed back into the front seat beside him, eyes challenging. “Do I get my grand now? I did good, right?”
The man looked a little shell-shocked, tongue hovering out to moisten his lips. “Uh, yeah. You definitely did good,” he managed, fumbling in his wallet. “Here. A thousand, just like we agreed.”
He handed her a thick stack of bills, paper already sticky on her spit-slick lips. She took them gleefully between two fingers, stuffing them into the pocket of her jeans. It was more money than she made in a week, and all for a little ‘behind closed doors’ fun. She grinned widely, deciding she really liked the thrills of dissent.
As she climbed back out of the car, the man called after her – “Hey! What’s your name, so I can find you again? I can totally hook you up with some of my friends.”
The blonde paused, glancing back with one coquettish smile. “Name’s Felicity. But you can call me whatever you want me to be next time. Now, about that ride…”
And with that, the night’s last risk-taker walked away, hunting for her next ride. The sky was growing lighter now, illuminating the busy streets in shades of pink and orange. Another day, another dollar. Yet there would always be thrills to seek, pleasures to explore, limits to test. And she would be there to find them, one backseat blow job at a time.
