Go with the flow. And get a surprise

You waver for a moment between leaving the room to get condoms and continuing your ministrations of Darren's cock, but it's really no debate. You don't see any way of leaving that doesn't completely kill the mood, and frankly your own heating sexuality is urging you to continue.

The decision made, you lick and nuzzle up his shaft, making little purring noises as you go, your sultry eyes never leaving his. Reaching the tip you mischievously flicker your tongue over it, feeling him throb, seeing him bite his lip in anxious need. Smiling wickedly, you slowly lower your mouth over his cock, sucking hard and using your tongue to rub the sensitive underside of his cock head. He gives a shuddering moan, reaching to stroke your hair, running his fingers through your ponytails.

You give a little quiver yourself, intensely excited by the situation, the feel of selling yourself to this timid, unattractive man, the sense of being a licentious whore. You give a purring hum as you take his cock deeper, then pull your mouth off, holding the tip against your lips as you look up at him.

"You can pull my hair a little sweetie," you murmur. "I like that." You see him take a deeper breath and bite his lip again as he reaches both hands out to your ponytails, tugging them gently as you lower your soft suck mouth onto him, starting a head bobbing rhythm as you finger his balls.

Your pussy is overheating, particularly now that he's tugging your hair, and you wish he'd decided he wanted to fuck you instead of settling for the blow job. Maybe you should just climb aboard him and impale yourself, you think as you slurp and suck at his meat, just ride his cock until you come, relieving the wet hot lust in your cunt.

The memory of Sugar's admonition not to give it away echoes in your mind, and while it doesn't diminish the fierce need in your pussy, it stops your from acting on your desire to fuck Darren's cock. Your excitement has you sucking harder, stroking his shaft and fondling his balls, eager to make him come, anxious to have a mouthful of his hot cream. You're moaning around his meat as you pleasure him, feeling him lift his hips to push further into your soft mouth, feeling his cock throb and pulse against your tongue.

You know he's nearly there, and you suck him harder, giving little whimpering moans, pumping his shaft with your slim hand and urging him on.

With a throaty grunt he stiffens and gasps, his cock seeming to swell in your mouth. Streams of his seed fill your mouth, making you gulp as you try to swallow it all as your hand pumps his shaft, trying to pump him dry.

After a moment he slumps back in the chair, spent, his face glowing with sweat, his breathing harsh and ragged. You slowly pull your mouth off his cock, pursing your lips not to lose any of his come, using your fingers to wipe a few spilled driblets from your lips, then lick them clean. You swallow the last drops and lean forward, kissing his cock gently as you look at him.

"That was great sweetie. Next time, we should fuck. I'd love to have that inside my little pussy," you purr flirtatiously at his nervous face. He sits up and fumbles with his pants nervously doing them up, looking furtive and guilty. You smile at him and lean forward to give him a peck on the cheek.

"I hate to bring up business sweetie, but..." you let your voice trail off flirtatiously as you stand, stretching a bit to show off your taut body.

"Uhhh, yeah...yes," he mumbles as he stands. "Well....you're so pretty...and...and I kinda got...carried away..."

You feel yourself start to go cold at his words, seeing the guilty shame in his face.

"What are you saying sweetie?" you ask in a low voice, fearing his answer. He digs in his pockets, pulling out some bills, then opening his wallet to pull out a few more.

"That's all I got," he says, handing the bills to you. "It's not enough I know...but you got me so excited...and I...I'm sorry," he says miserably.

You look at the bills in your hand, seeing a few twenties but mostly fives and ones. There can't be much more than a hundred dollars there.

"I told you it was two hundred for the dancing and another two for a blow job," you say, shocked into quietness.

"I know...I'm sorry...I got too excited...and I wanted to...I'll make it up to you...I'll pay you later..." he babbles, edging towards the door as you stand there looking at the handful of bills.

"I have to pay for the room," you say, tears starting, not knowing how to deal with the emotions running through your body and mind.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," he repeats, and then in a moment he is out the door and gone, leaving you standing there holding the bills, fighting the tears and trying not to scream in frustrated anger.