A replacement arrives

Before you can react the lithe black girl has opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind her. You're mentally kicking yourself for reacting so slowly when the door opens again and the auburn haired girl you saw preening for Brian Watts slips in, giving you a delightful smile as she shuts the door. She's wearing a white bikini with a pattern of cherries on it, which decorates her sweet teen body perfectly.

"I am Irina," she purrs sexily with a distinct Russian accent. "Mikayla said you are not interested in the black girls, so I am here to replace her. Am I not satisfactory?" She poses for a moment, arching her back to show off.

"You're perfect," you growl, looking at her hungrily as she reaches out a hand to touch your thigh. Outside the car the other girls begin to lather your windows, providing a modicum of privacy.

"I will demonstrate for you," Irina breathes. "I am very talented with the hands." She deftly unzips you, smiling sexily as she reaches into your pants and freeing you hardening cock, looking from it to your face with a happy grin.

"You are most formidable Mr. Sharp," she giggles softly, beginning to squeeze and stroke you. "So much bigger than the men of the car wash. You will be telling me please if my skills are pleasing."

"You're doing fine," you say hoarsely, reaching out to fondle her, pulling her closer. "You're a lovely girl Irina."

"Thank you!" she laughs preening as you stroke her. She spits in her hand to lube it, stroking your cock faster as she looks at you from under sexily drooping eyelashes. She wasn't lying about having talented hands. Her fingers play over your shaft, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip with each stroke.

"You must have done well raising money," you say. "Providing a service like this. You must have been very popular."

"Last year we had the competition. Amongst us girls to see who could raise the most. I finished second. That black Mikayla was only fourth. You were right to want me."

"Maybe I should have asked for the girl who finished first," you chuckle as you pull her top down to squeeze her breasts, flicking your tongue over her stiff nipples.

"That girl is...gone. I am the best that is here."

"Who was she? Did she graduate."

"She is dead," Irina says with a frown. "Let us not talk of her. Let me instead show what I can do." She leans forward suddenly, engulfing your cock in her soft warm mouth and starting to suck eagerly. It feels like you've got a vacuum cleaner attached to your shaft as she works on you with both her hand and mouth, her head bobbing as she sucks.

Movement in the lather on your side window attracts your attention. You see a lush pair of breasts pressed against the glass, one nipple showing as the flesh undulates against the soapy window.

"And while you're sucking off the customer your friends provide a little 'inspiration'?" you chuckle hoarsely. "Very effective technique Irina." You groan as she steadily sucks you deeper, swirling her tongue as she engulfs you. You look at your soap lathered windows, now seeing three sets of schoolgirl titties rubbing against them, inspiring you as you start to rock your hips, pushing deeper into the pretty Russian's mouth.

She pulls off your shaft with a gasp, stroking your spit lubed cock harder as she looks into your face, her eyes hungry and wanton.

"This is what you want isn't it Mr. Sharp? To have your cock in the mouth of a pretty young girl?" Her mouth descends on you again, sucking frantically, her hand pumping madly on your shaft. You feel your balls churning, and you grab a fistful of auburn hair as you start to fuck her mouth.

"Suck it you Russian bitch," you growl. "Suck the spunk out of me."

She whines excitedly, her head bobbing madly, her hands squeezing and stroking, urging you on as you vilify her. Your balls tighten, your cock throbs, ready to explode in her sweet warm mouth, eager to fill her throat with hot seed.

"I'm gonna come! Gonna come in your slutty mouth!" you snarl, holding her hair so she can't pull away. She doesn't even try, just sucks even harder, straining to trigger you, her tongue swirling until with a gasping groan you come, shooting hot jets of spunk into her as she gurgles and swallows.

Finally drained, you slump in your seat, watching as she slowly pulls her mouth off your cock, licking her lips to get the last of your seed, her eyes hot and excited as they look at you.

"Is that good Mr. Sharp? Would you donate much money for such a service?"