Daisy blows a coworker in a back alley

It would be rude to delay any longer, Daisy knew that. Paul's dick sat right over her nose, pushing close enough to her face to make her cross-eyed. The first new dick in months. And totally different. A young man's dick, and a young man's body. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of it. "Mmff," she groaned. But of course, she was much too polite to take her mouth away. She played with Paul's balls as her tongue rolled slowly over the top of his shaft. The thrill of it was more exciting than the taste. She could almost see the graffiti on the door out of the corner of her eye. SLUTSTOP. Well, Paul had come to just the right place.

"Oh my God," Paul muttered in a deep voice. "It's barely in and it already feels fucking incredible."

*I'm a professional,* Daisy thought. In fact, that was exactly what had brought them out here. She let herself lower down a little further onto his dick, taking half of it into her mouth. His balls were trembling. She could hardly blame him. She was trembling too. Just then she remembered that she was still in her dress. She hoped it would stay that way, or else he might see the marks the last lover had left on her body that afternoon, and then the jig might be up.

"I don't know if you'd be surprised to hear this, but I've thought about this a lot," Paul said. He sounded like he could barely keep it together.

Now that broke her concentration. She pulled the dick out of her mouth. Ever the gentlewoman, she made sure to keep stroking his cock as she looked up at him. "Seriously?" she said.

"Seriously."

"Was this all a fucking excuse to get me to blow you?" she asked. Her fingers wrapped a little tighter around his cock.

"Don't ask too many questions," he said, and he grabbed her head with both hands to guide her slut mouth back to work.