Some role-play

Instead of trying again, I stood up and held the dildo against my stomach, facing outwards. Doing my best impression of a man, I commanded, “Come and suck my dick, whore.” I winked.

Chrissie giggled, then snapped on an overly-serious face. “That’ll cost you 50 bucks, mister,” she drawled, adopting a thick Brooklyn accent.

“You got yourself a deal, ma’am,” I said, going full Texan. Sue me.

Slowly, and clearly struggling not to laugh, Chrissie got to her knees in front of me and wrapped a hand around it. “Nice and hard already,” she said as she stroked it.

“Totally not gay,” I grinned.

“Shut up, I’m trying to get into character here,” she said in her normal voice. Then she returned to the Brooklyn accent. “My, that’s a big dick.”

“Better get started then,” I said, taking hold of her head with my free hand and guiding her towards the dildo.

Her lips parted obediently, and the glass rod slid easily down her throat. In no time, only the base was visible, and I groaned in the most masculine way I could. “Someone’s had a lot of practice.”

“My ma was a hooker too,” Chrissie said. “She taught me everything I know.”

“If your ma’s anything like you, she must’ve been one hell of a lay.”

Chrissie sniggered out of character. “She still is – you’re welcome to find out.”

“I prefer women with less … experience,” I drawled. “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Eighteen, going on nineteen,” she smiled.

“Risqué. Now get to sucking,” I said.

Obediently, she wrapped her lips around the head of the dildo and swirled her tongue around it vigorously, gazing up at me. Despite myself, I couldn’t help being seriously aroused by Chrissie’s display, and I hoped she wouldn’t notice the small wet patch on my panties. Then again, part of me hoped she would.

Unconsciously, I brushed a lock of her light-brown hair behind her ear to get a better look at her beautiful green eyes. She giggled slightly around the glass and winked; my heart leapt into my throat.

After a moment, Chrissie started to move her lips back and forth over the dildo, still not breaking eye contact. As she got more into it, she reached up and put her hands on my hips to pull me closer. I tensed slightly at her soft touch, then **** myself to relax – my hair stood on end, but Chrissie didn’t seem to notice.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I whispered – in my normal voice. I quickly realized my mistake, and added, “Shit, I lost the accent.”

She laughed, seemingly unconcerned. “Why thank you, mister,” she smirked, stroking the glass. “Now be a good boy and cum for me.”

Exaggeratedly, I began bucking my hips, thrusting the dildo into her hands, and groaned. “Oh, yeah, take it, you little whore!” I grunted (now safely back in the Texan accent), and I threw my head back.

Catching on, Chrissie quickly wrapped her lips around the tip of the dildo and began swallowing my imaginary load. In order to simulate the twitching of a cock in orgasm, I shook the dildo vigorously as I groaned, and I could tell she was struggling not to laugh. After a few seconds, I stopped and stepped backwards.

“Worth every dime,” I said.

“Thank you, mister,” she grinned. We looked at each other, then simultaneously burst out into silent laughter. Through the laughter, Chrissie managed to gasp, “You owe me fifty bucks.”

“Fuck you,” I giggled.

“That would be an extra hundred,” she grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“Besides, that was a fucking good BJ,” Chrissie added. “Admit it.”

“Sure, it was good, but that’s only because you’ve always been a bit of a whore,” I winked.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, that was too far,” I smirked.

“Yeah, it was,” she said indignantly, standing up and squaring up to me. A shiver ran up my spine at how close she was, despite the anger on her face. Then she slowly cracked a smile. “I think you owe me a blowjob for that.”