Go out there topless and handle Mel

Now that you're relatively clean and dripping wet you feel less inclined to play Mel's little bondage game. You lift the leopard print panties from the sink - sniffing them to make sure they're clean - and slide them up your long legs and over your shapely ass. The other stuff can stay in the sink. You walk back out to the front, past the room with the porno playing, and to the nicotine-stained front of the store. Mel is shirtless and you see he has big, pierced nipples that look almost like a woman's. His stomach is covered in tattoos and he's wearing a pair of grimy tighty-whities so that you can see the bulge of his huge balls and average cock.

"Where the fuck is the collar?" he says, putting out the cigarette he was smoking.

"I said a blowjob, not some sort of fucked up S&M thing." You push through his anger and saunter over to him. Once you're in the full light his eyes widen a little at the sight of your beautiful body in close-up. Mel smiles and you see he has a gold tooth.

"Alright," he says. "Come sit on my lap and give me a big ol' kiss."

You sit your shapely butt on his hairy legs and drape an arm around his shoulder. He reeks of cigarettes and sweat and his body hair is scratchy against your soft skin. He begins kissing you like a teenage boy, jamming his tongue into your mouth and slobbering all over your lips. The strong taste of cigarettes would normally make you gag, but after being face-fucked by a bum in a dumpster making out with a chain smoker like Mel isn't so bad.

He cups your breasts with one rough hand and begins squeezing your tits and tweaking your nipples. His cock strains in his underwear and pushes against the back of your thigh. He stops kissing you long enough to catch his breath and then buries his face in your cleavage. You hold his head against your breasts as he kisses your warm flesh and begins licking his way to your nipple. He's rough on your sensitive nipples, biting them and sucking so hard you moan with a little pain. He takes it to be pleasure and sucks even harder.

"Stand up," he says and you gladly get up from his lap. "Turn around. Yeah. Oh, yeah, babe, what a sweet ass on you. Bend over the counter a little. Little more. Oh, beautiful. Push your ass out towards me."

He smacks you, quite hard, on your ass and you yelp in pain and surprise. He rubs the spots where he smacked you a few times and then gives you another spank.

"How many you think you earned for trespassing?"

"Two!" you answer. He laughs and counts out eight more sizzling smacks. Your firm buns are burning and he has brought tears to your eyes. He lets his massaging hand wander lower and he reaches between your thighs and cups the thong-covered mound of your pussy.

"You've soaked through," he says. "You're a little slut, ain't you?"

"Yes," you admit.

Mel gives your cunny a squeeze and digs the fabric into your swollen slit. His hand stays pressed against you and he massages you with his fingers, strumming your clit through the crotch of the thong. You wiggle your hips and push back against his hand.

"Dirty little slut, you want to get fucked?" asks Mel. "You want that big dick? Or you gonna do what you promised?"