The Next Night

Luis pulled into the same spot, the same time. Detective work was stressful. A pregnant wife was stressful. Sometimes he missed the days of patrolling the streets. He heard a tap on the window. It was Carrie, in an even shorter skirt. She was smoking a cigarette and had been drinking. He unlocked the door. She took one last drag, tossing the butt into the street before climbing in.

"I didn't know you smoked," Luis observed.

"No cock to smoke, so what's a girl to do?"a Carrie asked impishly.

"Carrie, you really shouldn't be here. I'm married --" Carrie put a finger to his lips to shush him.

"You just need an outlet. Let me be that outlet," she whispered, undoing his pants. "Oooh, Papi has a present for his puta." She leaned over, taking the head of Luis's cock into her mouth. Luis moaned, reaching down to palm her skull. It didn't take long for him to cum, not with her mouth expertly sliding up and down his erect shaft. Too much work, and his own wife being unskilled at sucking cock. Which was fine with Carrie. She was deeply ambivalent about forming an emotional connection with Luis.

"Mmm, that's it Papi, cum for me." Luis gripped her head, pushing her down his cock as he fed her cum.

"Mmm, fucking puta." Carrie swallowed, cleaned herself up, and kissed the tip of his cock, and quietly exited the car.