5000PD Blowjob

“Fine, I'll blow you,” you say not even looking at Petey. This should be an easy cash grab.

“Hot damn,” he says and before you even know what’s happening his pants are on the ground. His flaccid dick swaying in the open night air. A huge smile is plastered on Petey’s face. You kneel down only stopping when your knee touches concrete. You don’t want to hurt your knees so you take a quick look around before spotting a pizza box. You open the box to kneel on the lid as a bit of padding. “Aw sweet,” Petey leans over picking up a half eaten slice of pizza from the box.

You look up at Petey while he eats the discarded pizza. “Domph lemme stahp a,” he says with his mouth full while jiggling his dick with his other hand. You reach your hand out taking his limp dick in your grasp. It starts to stiffen as you begin stroking. When you lean in to spit, you catch a whiff of the smell coming from Petey’s cock. You can’t help but question when the last time he bathed was. Trying to supress your disgust, you quickly spit on his dick. You continue stroking his cock watching it slowly grow in your hand. After enough attention, Petey’s cock stands at full attention. A hard and rather smelly 10” cock stares you in the face.

The time has come, you lean in planting a kiss on the cockhead. Petey lets out a moan, you look up to see him still eating the pizza. The thought crosses your mind, was that moan because of your kiss or the garbage pizza? You try to shake the thought, it doesn’t matter either way. You’re only doing this for the money. You open your mouth letting the cock slip past your lips. The head touches your tongue, the unwashed dick tastes of sweat and dirt. His natural musk mixes with a hint of piss. The combined senses make you gag, coughing to one side.

You take a look up at Petey. His mouth is still full with only a bit of crust left in his hand. You take his cock back into your mouth. The taste and smell flooding your senses again. You expect them this time and try to push past your gag reflex. You bob your head on his dick fighting the occasional gag. The taste slowly disappears as your spit cleans it. You are startled slightly when your face is touched. You look up with Petey’s cock still in your mouth.

He is chewing the last bite of pizza. You can feel the grease on his hand rub across your cheek. “You’re doin’ great but le’s speed it up.” His hands stop rubbing your face and instead take hold of your head. He pulls you in deeper, the taste returning as you reach new portions of his cock. You gag and try to pull back but Petey’s hands keep you in place. He starts forcing you back and forth on his cock, letting out a moan. A sour taste fills your mouth, you assume it’s precum. The new taste forces another gag and Petey lets you off his cock. You instinctively spit trying to clear your mouth of the taste.

You manage to catch a few breaths before Petey pulls your head down on his cock. “Mmmm yer mouth feels so gud,” he says slurring his words as he quickly pumps your head over his cock. You feel his cock slip into your throat. Petey forces the entire length of his cock into your mouth. He holds you down your nose pressed into his crotch. Your sense of smell completely overwhelmed with his stink. Your hands push against his thighs trying to free yourself. He lets up freeing his cock from your mouth.

You cough and gag before shooting a glare at Petey. He just smiles, “Yer doin’ great hun.” You start to reply but are cut off as his cock pushes into your mouth again. Not fully expecting it you immediately pull away, but you’re held in place by Petey. He quickly thrusts himself in and out of your mouth. “Ungh, I’m cummin’” a spurt of sour cum fills your mouth before he pulls out of your mouth. The continuing spurts of his orgasm crash against your face. You’re **** to close your left eye to prevent it from being filled with cum. You can feel warm globs of semen across your cheeks and nose, a trail running down your chin from where you had spit the cum from your mouth.

Petey pulls up his pants. You look around trying to find something to clean yourself with, but you don’t find anything that you’re willing to touch to your face. You start for your bag before remembering that you had brought a small handbag to the game. “Dat was amazin’ doll. Here’s da 5k, don’ spend it all ‘n one place.” He hands you the cash before quickly leaving letting out a few cheers and a drunken laugh.

Ugh, paper money is such a hassle. You’ll have to stop by a bank in the morning to deposit it. But then you notice something odd. The paper in your hand isn’t actually cash. You hadn’t noticed at first in the dark, but the paper Petey handed you appears to be just an assortment of torn paper menus. Son of a bitch. You are about to throw the “money” away before realizing that the paper is relatively clean. You instead use your worthless payment to clean up your face as best as you can.

You stand up brushing off your hands on your shirt. Well that was a bust. You look both ways. You could try and follow Petey, he took off towards the main street towards the front of the tattoo parlor. Or you could just forget it and continue through the alley towards the bar where Daisy and the Sirens are waiting for you.