For $300, you're willing... but still a little wary about this deal...

The man agreed to your price, and now it’s time for you to provide your services, but you’re still a little apprehensive about the whole thing. You nod your head toward him, saying, “Let me see the three hundred.” He looks around to be sure no one can see your developing business transaction before inconspicuously pulling his wallet from his back pocket, and counting out three bills with Benjamin Franklin’s face on them. He puts his wallet back and holds the cash out for you to see. You just stare at those three folded bills for a second before saying, “Alright.”

The man asks, “So where do you want to do this?” as he slips the money into his front pocket.

You look around for the closest, most private place, and reply, “Let’s do it in your truck.”

The man nods at your suggestion and walks back over toward his truck, explaining, “You’ll have to crawl in my side, the passenger door is a little tricky to get open.” You follow him to the driver’s side door, which he holds open for you like a gentleman. As you climb into the cab of the truck, you feel his large hand on your butt, helping you up onto the seat. You pause to look back at him with a devious little grin before climbing in and going over to the passenger side, feeling certain that his eyes are trained on your little butt waggling back and forth under your dress as you crawl across the seat. You settle into your seat as he gets in.

Using both hands to brush your long brown hair into a bunch behind your head, you say, “Put the money on the dash.” The man promptly complies, then anxiously unbuttons and unzips his pants.

Feeling a little uneasy, but willing to go through with your agreement, you scoot a little closer to him as he tugs his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thigh, freeing his already-stiffening dick. You nervously wrap your hand around the 4-5 inch thing sticking out from the man’s crotch, and lick your lips in preparation. Laying across the seat, you lower your head into the stranger’s lap, and take his penis in your mouth. You close your eyes as you commence your first blowjob, pursing your slobbering lips tightly around the cock in your mouth, sharply flicking the tip of your tongue against the head of the swollen thing, and using your hand to massage the base of it, as your head slowly and sensually rises and falls in the man’s lap. Your customer moans a little, “Mmm…” obviously pleased with the product so far, saying, “Oh yeah… you do have a supple little mouth, don’t you?” With your mouth full, you can only respond with an affirmative, “Mm-hmm.” You feel internally conflicted, both repulsed and (you’re a little ashamed to admit to yourself) aroused by the situation you’ve willingly put yourself in, performing a sex act on a strange man for money. But internal conflict aside, knowing that the strange man is paying 300 hundred dollars for it makes you earnestly strive to give him the best blowjob he’s ever been given.

So with your face in his crotch, you proceed to slobber on him, suck him, jerk him, massage him, shamelessly licking and sucking his balls, trying to give him his money’s worth. You even decide to try taking his cock into your throat, but only succeed in smashing your tonsils against the head of his prick. Pretty sure that his dick is just long enough to deepthroat, you try again, remembering a video you once saw where a porn girl said the trick to deepthroating a cock is to swallow whenever you start to gag. This trick doesn’t work for you, but at least your client seems to enjoy feeling the muscles in the back of your throat convulsing on his dickhead. Deciding that his cock is just too hard and straight at the moment to make it past the bend of your throat, you resort back to your standard blowjob procedure, and start to pick up the pace. You start bobbing your head up and down faster and faster as you jerk him and suck him, filling the truck with the copious slurping sound of your wet mouth. The man’s breathing gets heavy, and you feel his large hand resting on the back of your head as you blow him enthusiastically.

After just a few minutes of this, he lets out a breathy sigh and shoots a blast of hot, horribly-bitter-tasting cum against the roof of your mouth. His cock pulses between your lips, rapidly spurting several powerful streams of the pungent goo up into the back of your throat. It takes you by surprise, but you clench your eyes shut and continue bobbing your head on the twitching penis, doing your best to swallow the repulsive ooze that is quickly filling your mouth. The horrible taste alone almost makes you gag, but you continue sucking the man intensely. You even massage the underside of his pulsating dick with your tongue, milking it of spurt after spurt of his sour sperm, until you’ve made his orgasm last as long as you possibly can.

The penis in your mouth finally stops twitching and you feel it getting soft. After sucking out the last, revolting globs of spooge, you slowly raise your head, pulling your mouth off of your customer’s glistening prick. You can’t help but grimace as **** yourself to swallow down the last of the man’s foul load. As you sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you see the thoroughly satisfied man gazing at you with absolute adoration in his eyes as he puts his dick away. You manage a sweet little smile before you gratefully take your pay off of the dashboard and stuff it into your purse. Still breathing deeply, the man sighs, “Thanks, sweetheart… That was worth every penny.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, and keep your eyes fixed on his as you go to crawl over him to get to the driver’s side door. As you throw one leg over the man's lap to climb past him, finding yourself straddling him with your legs spread wide, you are so thankful that Richard showed you how to securely tuck your package away. You grab the handle, open the door, and as you climb off of his lap, you flash an adorably innocent smile at the man that just finished defiling your mouth, and you exit his life forever.

You walk back to your corner, hearing the truck behind you start up and drive away. As you strut back toward the store, you smile to yourself. Somehow, knowing that you gave a man such an incredible level of satisfaction gives you a warm feeling inside. Or… maybe it’s just the hot load of semen in your belly. Richard’s car pulls up beside you, and you hop in, three hundred dollars richer than when he dropped you off. You say, “Hey there,” and smile at him, wondering if he notices any post-fellatio glow about you, but he doesn’t mention it.