The Mall

On the drive over you quickly give in to temptation and demand road head.

Stacey obeys, leaning over the center console to start slurping your rock hard cock. She moves her head up and down, her hand fondling your balls, at a languorously slow pace. It feels good, but not enough to set you off too fast. You stroke her hair approvingly.

A few minutes in you see she's hiked her skirt up and buried her fingers in her snatch. Even knowing it's fruitless she can't help but fingerfuck herself while she sucks you. While she rubs herself the car fills with her musk, and you see a stain spread across the back of her skirt. Thank god your seats are easy to clean. The sight pushes you closer to your own climax.

"Faster. I want you swallowing my cum in the next minute," you say.

Stacey obliges with gusto, speeding up. She starts to make sloppy slurping sounds and you feel your cock covered in more of her spit. It turns you on even more and, within a minute the friction of her tongue starts to push you over the brink.

"Swallow it ****, drink my cum!"

As soon as she feels the first salty splash of jizz hit her tongue Stacey pushes her head down as far as it will go, deepthroating your cock. The rest goes straight down her throat. She moans, and you feel the vibrations of her throat on your cockhead.

Finally she raises her head slowly, sucking each inch of you clean. She comes off your head with a distinct 'pop' and gives your softening shaft a kiss.

"How did I perform, master?" she asked. Her voice had a huskiness it never usually did.

Maybe she's hamming it up to please you, trying to show what a good, orgasm-deserving **** she is. If that's her strategy you're happy to enjoy its results. She'll get a chance to find out just how well it will work.

"We're here," you announce as you pull into the parking lot.