Arabella gives head to a guard.

“Go ahead then,” you tell the man. “But, I’m staying to watch.”

He laughed. “I bet you’re used to watching.”

You tugged the lease again, and Arabella took three steps back. “Is that what you think? I never sell shoddy products. I test every girl I get thoroughly before putting them on the market.”

The man cleared his throat. “Fuck…I bet you got a comfy setup then, don’t you? Where do you operate? I’ll have to visit with my boys some time.”

“Make this quick, and we’ll see if we can arrange it sometime.”

“Hey!” The man shouted at someone behind you. “I’m getting the first touch, and don’t you think otherwise. You got that? What’s this bitches name anyway?”

“Arabella,” you say, gently leading her forward. “She’s quite talented. She is, by far, one of my favorites. Sometimes, it’s her that’s texting my limits.”

The man before you nods approvingly, grabbing two handfuls of her cleavage. “Can I undress her?”

“If you think the big man inside won’t mind,” you tell him, noticing that the crowd around you has swelled to about a dozen bandits.

He seems conflicted, and something about his reaction tells you that the “big man inside” would mind. So he fumbles with his words and gets lost in repeating circular motions as she molests Arabella with his large hands. Eventually, he grumbles and just licks his lips. “He’s been spending time with another girl inside. Some bitch contractor that was messing with our boys in the outskirts.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s not very interesting. He’s been using her as a personal thing for entertainment, but…” He trails off, getting lost in his monotonous motions. However, he places a meaty hand on Arabella’s shoulders and forces her down to her knees. She does as what he’s gesturing so smoothly you figure this isn’t the first time she’s had to do something like this. The man looks up at the others. “Boys, watch and learn. Daddy Tar is about to get something done to him that’s long overdue.”

He looks up at you. “You’re not shy to cock, are you?”

“Mm?” Your throat swells.

“I’m gonna have this fox bitch treat my meat.”

“The boss–”

“You already admitted this bitch is used, so why not let her give her a show to everyone?”

Before you can say anything, Arabella is working on the belt and buckle of the man standing before her. She pulls slightly on the trousers once it’s apart and starts rubbing him through his stained underwear. Beneath your mask, you grimace. “It would seem she doesn’t mind…”

Arabella’s nimble fingers are quick to make this guy hard, so by the time she finally pulls down on his underwear, his gigantic cock swings out and almost slaps her across the face. Around you, there’s a roar of laughter. All you do is tilt your head to the others to ensure no one else decides they need to help test the “product.”

Arabella uses both of her hands to grip the man’s member, wasting not even a second to leave it unlubricated by her saliva. Using the tongue that you’re all too familiar with, you witness Arabella roll it along his length, spitting every few passes as she tugs a hard handjob up and down, occasionally pulling his balls while washing the tip.

The man growls in pleasure as he watches Arabella expertly wash his whole package, pumping from the base and twirling his tip. He looks up at you and is about to ask if she can take it more profoundly, but before he can even finish his question, Arabella adjusts into a squat and begins taking him further. His voice shifts into a low pitch before boiling into a blissful growl.

Gently, his hips start pushing into her drooling mouth, turning her oral stimulation session into a hard throat-fucking as more of his member is worked to the back of her throat. Before long, she’s retching and gagging and is taking a few moments to breathe as she works his length in one hand.

“Holy fucking shit,” the man shouts as he brushes back Arabella’s hair to get a better look at her. You hear her sticking her tongue out as she feverishly jerks himself. “You weren’t kidding. This whore is in-fucking-sane… I’ve never been so hard in my life!! Oh, baby!!! That tongue…Keep licking, whore!”

Arabella licks the underside of his throbbing penis while teasing all over his inches with her fingertips. Already, you know his tip is letting large quantities of precum drip as she advances on him, licking his meat stick as it pulsates in a place of bliss. Arabella teases the glands with her rough tongue, still riding every inch with her soft hands, stroking him in her mouth as he starts nearing his orgasm. But, before he can cum, she denies him. “I was told I could only make your boss cum,” she giggles.

“Ah, babygirl. Finish me off!”

Arabella looks back at you. “Can I?”

Everyone around you roars aloud that you should let Arabella finish off the guard. This wasn’t a part of the plan, but now you like you’re pressured to appease the masses. Who knows what would happen if you deny this guy his orgasm? What an odd place to be in. You wave at her dismissively. “Go ahead.”

Arabella continues what she was doing earlier, earning her gaze on the man staring down at her. His cock throbbing as his knees start to buckle against her motion. “Oh, fuck…Oh, fuck…Yes!”

The first shot of pleasure overshoots her face and lands in some empty place on the ground as he starts to gasp, unloading large ropes of sperm over Arabella’s face and into her mouth.

“If your boss is any close as good to you, I think I’m in for a good life!” Arabella wipes his cum away from her eyes and flutters her eyes at him as she slowly gets up. “I can’t wait for him to buy me!”