Pretend to submit, but get

Mr. Crassle rubs his shaft up and down the crack of your ass as he plays with your slippery pussy. His thrusting fingers make raunchy wet sounds as they tease your clit and thrust in and out of you.

"I can feel how wet you're getting," he murmurs, "just admit it. Tell me you want it."

"Oh, I want it," you feign excitement. "Let me suck on your big dick."

"You want to suck this dick?" He asks, slapping his cock on your ass. "Beg for me, slut."

"Please," you beg, "let me suck your dick."

"Get on your knees and beg some more," he demands and lets go of your arm.

You turn around and crouch rather than falling to your knees.

"Please let me suck it," you coo. "Let me wrap my teenage lips around your prick."

He strokes his dick and slaps it on your puckered lips. Then he rests the tip on your upturned mouth and admires you squatting beneath him.

"Suck it," he lets go of his prick and you wrap your hand around his shaft.

Sucking his cock makes you want to gag, but you want this **** to be perfect. You give Mr. Crassle a passionate and wet blowjob, slurping on his hard dick and stroking him into your mouth. You fight back your urge to bite him and let the old geezer thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

While you're expertly siphoning his schlong you reach between his legs and cup his cum-filled balls. You squeeze them gently and play with them. Mr. Crassle groans and thrusts his spit-soaked shaft harder into your clenched fist. You can feel him approaching his orgasm. You pop your lips free of his dick and look up at him.

"Tell me when you're close," you say. "I want you to coat my face in your load."

"Alright, baby," he replies and guides your mouth back to his prick.

A few more minutes of practiced stroking and sucking and you can feel the older man's rod stiffening in your mouth. It's getting bigger and bigger and you're not surprised when he groans a warning.

"I'm almost there, take it out and jerk me off," he moans, "I want to cum all over your face."

You obediently pull your mouth away from his dick, but instead of an orgasm he gets an unhappy ending. You tighten your fist hard around his dick and pull with all your might. In the same instant your hand teasing his balls tightens like a vice around his testicles.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screams and drops to the floor.

You stand up and wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

"You fucking asshole," you say and kick him in his side. "Don't fuck with a girl you don't know, Mr. Crassle."

He gasps for air, the agony of your sudden attack overwhelming his senses.

You splash some cold water on your face and reapply your lipstick as the bronzed **** in the stall cries like a baby on the floor.

When you return to the table the food has arrived. Mr. Crassle's trophy wife is picking at a salad, your juicy steak waits at your seat.

"Everything okay?" Mr. Wood asks with concern.

"Everything is just fine," you say and kiss his cheek.

When Mr. Crassle returns to the table he can't even make eye-contact with you. You and Mr. Wood chat with Cynthia while Mr. Crassle shifts uncomfortably in his seat. When the meal is finished you pay and return to Mr. Wood's truck.

"So," he begins, "where to now?"