It's not pretty, but it's the only way

"Fuck." Stacy mutters under her breath, before getting on her knees.

Ugh, the smell. Not like horrendous, but just, well, the smell of a sweaty laborer. Not exactly a welcome addition to this already insane situation.

Still, she's promised a blowjob, so now she has to give a blowjob. She opens the condom wrapper and begins working it down his shaft. Hopefully it won't take away too much of the sensation for him - she needs him to be quick.

This is it. The last moment before she's willingly going down on this middle-aged man in a public park without even knowing his name. While an audience back in the Casino watches and judges her.

Come on, start already! She wills herself. Just do it!

"Is everything okay?" The man asks uncertainly, detecting her hesitation.

The realization that she's about to lose her chance gives her the push she needs to go through with it.

"I don't know, what do you think?" Stacy quips with a wink, before putting her mouth over the head of his wrapped member.

"Oooooh yeah..." The man moans, reacting to the wet warmth he can feel around his tip. "It's been so long since I got a blowie, and I've never had one from a chick as hot as you. I'm definitely dreaming."

Stacy pops her mouth off for a moment with an audible smack, and replies in her seductive voice. "Then let me make it the best dream of your life."

And with that, she gets to proper work. His cockhead goes back in her mouth, and her two hands work the shaft in tandem. It's not every day that someone gets to experience her A-game, and it's extra humiliating that it's some simulated gross guy, but needs must.

"Oh, yeah! You're fucking good at this!" The man exclaims in between cringeworthy groans of pleasure.

Yes, I am. And now half the Casino knows it. Stacy thinks to herself.

Still, she works that dick with her magic technique until the simple man is almost at the brink.

"I wanna feel your mouth without this stupid condom!" The man complains, and begins to pull Stacy off his cock.

"No!" Stacy warns, as her mouth is pulled free. "I need your cum in that thing. Whatever we do, the condom stays on."

"Suck on my balls, then!" The man urges. "I've got to feel those lips and that tongue while I cum!"

Stacy eyes his ballsack. It's not excessively hairy, which is good, but it is positively dripping with sweat. Can she bring herself to follow the garderner's directions? Perhaps she should negotiate. But does she have the time?!