You sweet talk the unknown slut.

You decide to take advantage of anonymity and have some fun playing the part. As far as this woman knows, you're rich and famous. You could make all of her dreams come true, if she can just win you over with a display of complete cock worship.

"How do you like my world-famous cock?" You quip to her. "I've brought ladies to their knees in every country there is."

"It's so huge, I can see why." You're sure you can coax her further. She wraps her lips back around you and starts to work her way deeper, but she seems to be hitting her limit.

"Let me feel your titties, make sure they're nice." She pushes her rack up near the hole, and you pop your hand through to get a squeeze.

"Those are some fine tits you got there, show me how you use them." You give her control of your cock again, and now you can feel the warm caress of her ample breasts.

"I might just bring you on tour with me, make you my personal slut. Buy you all kinds of fancy outfits, whatever you want to wear, as long as it's sexy. You ever suck dick on a helicopter before?"

"I never have." You can detect a hint of hopefulness in her voice. She's buying into it.

"Would you like to? You need to prove you can take me deep, and I'll think it over." You feel your performance paying off as you feel her tongue lapping against your cockhead, your shaft still aching for release as her boobs envelop you. Her breasts pull away from you, and in that quiet moment you hear her taking a deep breath. Then a sweet, satisfying sensation starts running down your cock, traveling over your head, then your shaft, and making its way far down to the base of your cock. You straighten your back and press your cock further in, stomach against the wall.

You can hear her gagging as she forces down your girth, feeling her suppress the urge to retreat. You imagine her struggling to keep down your cum, and the very idea brings you to the brink of climax. Her strained whimpers are what send you over the edge. You pump a load of cum directly down her throat, and you hear her sputter and cough as she pulls away, gasping for air. As she regains her composure, she asks you a question.

"Was that good enough, sir?" You lean back against the wall and let her suffer the anticipation for a few seconds.

"Try harder, bitch." You can hear her fantasies crumbling in the dark. It only gets more humiliating for her when you hear her door being opened and a security guard roughly dragging her out.

"Come on, time's up, put the blindfold on." he says harshly.