“Oh my god…” He says under his breath in amazement. Emmy moans softly as she kisses his bulge, running her lips along the outline. “You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice nearly trembles. He rarely experiences things like this given his average suburban family life. His right hand leaves the wheel to stroke her soft, thick hair. He slowly runs his hand through it, stroking it, gripping it a little and pressing her head against his crotch. He breathes heavier, keeping his eye on the road, occasionally looking down at the magnificent sight. His hand wanders down her back, feeling the fur of her jacket collar and the leather. Emmy continues planting kisses on his bulge. The man takes a deep breath. “We’re here.” He says. Emmy rises from his lap.
The car pulls up behind a small abandoned building and parks. Emmy looks around curiously. “Don’t worry, we won’t be caught.” He says casually before moving his seat back a bit to have more room. He turns on the overhead light. He relaxes into the seat and begins to unzip his jeans. Emmy looks at him, still a bit of doubt and nervousness in her mind. He gets his dick out and holds it, looking at her. Emmy assures herself that he just seems like a normal guy, a husband, a father; just looking for some relief. Which is the truth but she’s probably right to be cautious about strange men. “Come on, get that pretty mouth on my cock…” He commands, so turned on by her. Too late to turn back now.
Emmy moves closer to him, turns in the seat, and slowly lowers her head to his lap. His semi-erect cock enters her mouth, pushing past her pouty pink lips. He lets out a prolonged sigh, relaxing into the seat. His hands move her hair out of the way. He grips the back of her head with his right hand, guiding her up and down. Emmy moans softly, always turned on when she feels a man’s hand on the back of her head. She bobs up and down dutifully, feeling his hardening cock on her tongue. Her mouth salivates over it. He breathes harder as he feels his cock begin to throb in her wet, eager mouth. He strokes her hair slowly. “Take it… Take it…” He groans quietly under his breath. Emmy uses the right suction, opening wide for his now fully erect cock. The slurping noises become louder. His left hand moves her hair back, holding it above her head. His right rubs up and down her back sensually, eventually moving to her ass and giving it a nice squeeze. He slaps her ass. “You like that?” He asks between clenched teeth, breathing harder. Emmy moans softly. “Yeah… Naughty girl.” He groans as he bucks his hips into her mouth. Emmy continues sucking, faster and faster; going about halfway down his throbbing cock, which is about seven inches. His right hand grips the back of her neck, pushing her down hard. Emmy feels his cock poke the back of her throat. “Take that dick.” He groans aggressively. He lets her up for air. She pants a little over his cock while stroking it. She goes back down, stroking his cock in unison with her mouth. His cock glistens with precum and her saliva. She goes faster, moaning as she eagerly works his dick. “Keep going… I’m gonna cum.” He whispers. She feels his body breathing harder, his hips moving into her rhythmically. “Uhhh… Uhhh…” He begins to groan. “I’m gonna cum.” He barely utters as he holds his breath. Emmy slows down as his cock begins to erupt in her mouth. She continues to slowly bob up and down, making sure to suck up every last drop. He pants above her, stroking her hair as he looks down. Emmy feels his warm load shoot down her throat. His breathing slows down as she continues to gently suck his cock, moaning softly as she does. “Oh fuck…” He sighs as she finishes sucking. She kisses the tip of his cock before rising up from his lap. “That was amazing.” He hangs his head back against the seat, recovering from his orgasm. “Fuckin’ got every last drop. My cock is clean as a whistle.” He smirks as he looks down to put his cock back in his jeans. Emmy giggles playfully as she sits upright in the seat, fixing her hair and wiping her lips.
“Glad you liked it.” She smiles.
“Oh fuck yeah… Phew.” He exhales. They both laugh slightly. “Here…” He says as he takes out his wallet. “Eighty like you wanted.”
“Thanks.” Emmy smiles as she takes the cash.
“You certainly earned it.” He says as she puts the money in her purse. He moves his seat forward and starts the car. “I’ll drive you back to where I picked you up, all right?”
“Mhm…”
Soon after, the car pulls up in front of the convenience where he picked her up. “Do you, uh, do more?” He asks. “I was thinking maybe we could do more, y’know. Of course I would pay you for more. You’re certainly worth it.”
“Umm… Sure. Just email me whenever and maybe we can work something out.” Emmy replies as she collects her purse.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” The man looks over to her. “Bye!” He says louder as she gets out, staring at her tight ass.
“See ya!” She turns to him, smiling. Emmy slams the door and he drives off. She begins walking down the street toward her father’s place. What happened was almost a blur to her. It’s as if she was on auto-pilot. It begins to bother her slightly that she did it. She feels cheap and used, but she can’t help but feel satisfied from it. She walks slowly in silence, her arms folded, looking down as the repetitive clicking from her heels on the sidewalk fill the air.
Emmy arrives outside of her father’s building. She stands outside, taking a moment, but also knowing she wasn’t gone for as long as she said she would be. She takes out her phone to check the time and to read texts. The main door to the building opens behind her. Two young men walk out. Emmy notices but doesn’t look, just steps aside.
“Hey baby girl, how you doin’? You just move in?” One of the young men asks in a flirtatious manner as they approach.
Emmy looks up from her phone. “Oh, uh, me? No. I don’t live here.”
“Mmm mmm…” The bold young man looks her up and down. “Damn, you fine as hell. You got a boyfriend, chica?” He grins as he stares. Emmy notices he’s a muscular guy, probably in his mid-late twenties, and obviously a latino from his skin tone and accent. He wears a white wife beater tank top and baggy jeans.
“Uh…” Emmy stammers a bit uncomfortably. “No.” She replies somewhat meekly, smiling a bit as she looks down.
“Yo, can you believe this girl doesn’t have a man?” He asks playfully as he turns to his smaller friend. “Shit, son. That’s a tragedy. What’s your name, baby girl?” He turns back to her, putting on a charming smile.
“Emmy.” She smiles up at him submissively.
“Emmy… I like that.” He grins and allows a moment to pass. “I’m Gabriel. Nice to meet you.” He grabs her hand and holds it in place as he lowers his head to kiss it. Emmy blushes, caught off guard. He steps closer, Emmy begins to feel a bit uncomfortable and intimidated. “Come party with us tonight, mami. We’ll show you a good time.” He says in a low tone as his left hand caresses her shoulder, stroking her hair a little. He puts his arm around her. Emmy resists, stammering as she finds the courage to talk back. His grip on her tightens a bit. “Playing hard to get, huh?” He asks playfully, smiling down at her.