Chris looked into the beat-up Dodge and saw a greasy, skinny guy with glasses.
"What's your name?"
"Uh, Christina."
"I'll give you a twenty for a blow job, Christina."
"Umm, I guess so."
"Great. Get in."
Chris climbed into the car and the driver drove them a few blocks until they had reached an abandoned-looking area, far from any street lights.
"You're a pretty hot little number Christina."
"Thanks, I guess."
"Wow, you're really nervous. You must really be new at this."
"Well, yeah."
"Well relax. I'm sure you'll be great. Are you ready to get started?"
Christina just nodded, and the client adjusted his seat so that it reclined way back. He motioned to his crotch for Chris to get started.
Chris reached over and pulled down the client's zipper. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free as soon as the zipper was down. It was about average sized, from what Chris had seen in high school gym class, but it gave off a bit of a foul odor, like it hadn't been washed in a few days.
Knowing what was expected, Chris tried to ignore the smell and bent down to take the cock in his mouth. He started by engulfing the head with his lips, then tried to take it deeper. Chris wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so he licked the underside enthusiastically and sucked on the head good and hard, bobbing up and down on it as he did so. Within a minute and a half the client called out and shot a good-sized load of foul-smelling semen into his mouth. Chris didn't want to cough it back up, so he had **** but to just swallow it down. He felt queasy, but managed to get it all down, finally releasing the client's now-shriveled member from his mouth.
"Not bad for a new girl. Thanks." The client hands her a wadded up twenty. Chris realized he doesn't have any pockets, so he stuffed the bill into his bra.
Comments