Accept a blowjob from Bubblegum

Ever since you saw her routine at Clown Candy, you've been uniquely envious of candy. Watching her suck and tug at that candy was driving you crazy-- you couldn't help but imagine your dick in place of that candy the whole time, even while she was chewing. It's been consuming your thoughts! How do you tell her that's what you want without blowing your date?

You can barely see it in the dark, but you can tell the girl is giving you a wry smile. "You want me to suck you off, huh?" she questions, now boldly placing her hand right on top of the lap of your pants.

What, is she a mind-reader?!

Once again, it's almost hidden, but you can see her rolling her eyes. "That whole sucking routine at the candy shop was my idea, remember? I don't just love sucking things-- I'm really good at it. Consider this the proprietress's house recommendation: you should really let me give you a blowjob."

You nod dumbly. You'll definitely take a blowjob.

"Good boy, he he," she giggles, squeezing your hand again before leading you over to the sofa. "Trust me... it's worth the cost of the wine." Bubblegum takes a seat on the sofa, crossing one leg neatly over the other, then pulls a smartphone from her purse. With a few quick flicks, she projects a flashlight from the phone, then lays it onto the table, casting an almost eerie light over her body. It illuminates her sultry smile and the sparkling silver dress she's wearing, while also allowing you to see her patting the space on the sofa next to her. "Lay down, sweetie."

As you take your place and tentatively begin to unbutton your pants, the clown grins and nods, urging you to keep on. "I don't want to toot my own horn, but I've got a lot of mouth techniques. It's kind of my specialty. Don't blame me if you can't be satisfied with any of the other girls' blowjobs from now on." She's certainly not humble about the skill she's cultivated, but you're not humble about accepting it, either-- in just a moment, you've got your dick out, pointed erect towards the ceiling as you rest your head on the sofa's pillows.

The girl shifts to sit sideways, then pulls her legs up onto the sofa, changing first to a kneeling position, then to all fours. Her pink-lipped grin is almost devilish as she positions her head over your cock. You can see all the way down her dress from this angle, allowing you to see not just most of her breasts, but also her belly and the white, lace panties she's wearing, designed in a T style that barely covers a thing. You think you can even make out pink-dyed pubic hair just above the valley of her legs. "Just relax... I'll take care of everything," she whispers, closing her eyes as she gently begins to rub her cheek up and down, lovingly, against your shaft.

Her tongue appears from her lips, lightly illuminated by the phone's screen, and begins tracing a path up and down from the base to the head of your penis. "You're twitching so much... You're really into clowns, aren't you? Or is it me specifically?" she questions in a subdued voice, while tilting her head so that her pink hair falls over one shoulder and her tongue strokes the opposite side of your shaft. "Mmmm... You've got a great taste, Bowie. I knew you would, from the moment you walked into the candy store."

Her dirty talk is making you twitch even harder-- you wonder how long you'll hold out, if you feel like cumming before she's even started sucking?

Her tongue makes a little wag against your head, then begins circling it maddeningly. "I'll bet you felt the same way. You saw that pink ring around my lips and you wanted to see them pursed into a little O, kissing your cock," she teases, then does just that, making a kissy face and planting a few pecks at the head of your penis. "You had such a hard-on... I couldn't stop watching it. Every time you thought you were hiding it, I saw it. I wanted to kiss it so badly." To illustrate the point, she kisses harder now, making lewd smacking noises as her lips retract from your flesh. Pink lipstick marks are left, faintly visible in the low light. "Mmm... That's precum I taste, isn't it? Don't let loose too quickly!"

As if she was giving you any choice!

Finally having had her fill of teasing, she begins to push down with her lips upon the head of your cock, making a gentle slurping noise as more of your penis disappears into her mouth. She keeps perfect eye contact with you-- as long as you're not throwing your head back yourself, you see her sparkling eyes matching yours.

Then, she begins tugging.

Her pink hair flaps up and down as though she's headbanging, as she begins to forcefully milk your dick, squeezing it with her soft pink lips and experienced throat, circling it with her tongue. The slobbery noise contrasts with the beautiful piano music from overhead in a way that feels somehow especially naughty, while your dick throbs in pleasure at Bubblegum's masterful technique.

The girl leans her elbows onto the couch and slowly traces your legs and thighs with her hands, using only her mouth to service the penis itself. When she tilts her head left and right, you can see her cheek bulge as she fully engulfs the cock. Unable to stop yourself, you grab hold of her hair, unintentionally keeping her bangs away from her forehead as you grab fists full of her pink-dyed follicles. Her eyes are still staring straight at yours-- it's a hypnotic, bewitching gaze.

"Cum."

Perhaps because it's so bewitching, you find yourself reacting instantly to those words. Before you can stop yourself, you feel yourself shooting loads. It must be getting on the couch too... there's so much of it! You feel yourself having the hardest jizz of your life, filling her pretty pink lips and throat with your cum. You can't stop yourself from moaning in pleasure as she doesn't let up, keeping on sucking and tugging as long as there's still semen to milk from your dick. She closes her eyes in exertion, sucking noisily, sloppy and hard, with a loud shu-shuuuu-shuuuuuuuu noise.

When she finishes, there's somehow not a drop in her hair. She brushes one hand through her hair to put it back over her shoulder, then gulps hard. Every bit of it's gone down her throat-- not a drop spilled on her dress, the couch, or anywhere else. Your limp dick is the only evidence that there was ever a blowjob at all.

"Delicious. Thank you for the treat, Bowie," she finishes with a big grin, sitting back up with her hands in her lap. "Why don't you rest up and recover your energy? If you're all better, maybe we'll have another round after."

You feel yourself obeying her words-- it's as if she somehow sucked your soul out of your penis.

...

Embarrassingly, you wake up the next day to find yourself still in the ballroom, lying on the sofa. Either nobody found you there or perhaps they didn't wake you up. Bubblegum has left, but there's a little box of mint gum on the table with a bow around it and a message that says "perfect for refreshing yourself in the morning." One stick is missing. She probably needed that to freshen her own breath.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, you grab up the gum, then try to sneak out of the Piano Lounge before anyone can question why you're there. You don't even notice your zipper's still down.