Keep the hat.

“W-wait,” I said, gripping the cap with my hands suddenly. The man seems startled and pulls his hands away.

I smile awkwardly up at him.

“Um… I want to keep the hat on.” I say softly.

He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t pry further. He grabs onto my heaving chest with both hands, and kneads the soft flesh gently. I can feel him getting even harder.

The smell of his musky crotch reaches my nose. I feel myself starting to gush again. My mouth suddenly tingles, as if it were becoming more sensitive. I am hyperaware of my own lips, tongue and teeth. Somehow, the tongue sliding around inside my slick maw feels like a giant clit. I twitch slightly.

I slide down off of his lap, and put my hands on his legs. He smiles down at me. His cock twitches visibly.

If I was in my right mind, I would wonder what the fuck was happening to me. As it is, I can only stare at his bulging shorts and sniff like a bloodhound. I lean forward, looking up into his eyes, and kiss it. I suck on it through the fabric, tasting the frighteningly plentiful waters of my own satanically-possessed cunt.

The instant he feels my lips, he tenses up completely. His hands grip the sheets and his knuckles become white. I feel the same. The stench is stronger than ever, and I can taste our juices mixing together through the fabric. My lips tingle in a very pleasurable way.

Unable to wait any longer, I pull down his shorts and gobble up his cock. Its massive, and decorated with wiry black hairs. His testes look like tennis balls. My mouth feels so good I think I might cum.

“That’s fucking weird!” I do not think, instead I just keep sliding down his shaft, chasing this incredible new feeling, and the smell that makes my brain feel like a radio with no reception.