Sarah sucks it

Once Jake's cock was free from the confines of his jeans and boxers, throbbing proudly in Sarah's slender fingers, all thoughts of her fiance melted away. As she stared at it, glorious and commanding in the dim red light, it seemed to beckon her closer. Sarah heeded the call, slipping off the seat and onto the floor, twisting on her knees to bring herself to face it. Jake let out a low, contented grunt which was all the encouragement Sarah needed - she leaned forward and pressed her cheek to it, feeling its warmth before turning her face and brushing her soft lips down the thick shaft.

The sight of it was entrancing, yes, but the smell of it, the musky, male scent made Sarah's mouth water and her panties wet. She took a deep, unsteady breath, then parted her lips, taking Jake's tip into her mouth. This was not Sarah's first blow job. While she had managed to maintain her virginity like a proper christian girl, there were some things even a good girl had to do to snag a man. She did her best to show her prowess, but Jake was bigger than she was used to, and she had to strain her jaw to properly accommodate him. He seemed to appreciate her efforts though, his big hand coming to rest on the top of her head as she worked, stroking her soft, blonde hair tenderly.

Sarah lost herself in the act, sliding her tongue along the shaft as she tried to fit more and more of Jake's cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. She quickly became frustrated however - her position was uncomfortable and Jake's pants, bunched at his thighs, hindered her access to him, especially to his balls which she longed to touch. To kiss.

As if reading her thoughts, Jake gently pushed her head away, an act that left Sarah feeling confused and slightly disrespected. When Jake reached back and pulled open the curtain behind him however, it all made sense. Behind the cab was a small sleeping space, an unmade bed illuminated by the familiar red glow which in Sarah's lust addled mind gave it a sordid, yet decadent kind of aura.

Sarah took the hint, slipping through the gap between the seats onto the bed and Jake quickly followed, taking the opportunity to fondle Sarah's bare legs as she scooted backwards on her ass. Soon he was placing kisses on her thighs as his rough fingers tugged at her panties from under her skirt. He could feel how wet she was, having already soaked through the sheer material and he was not surprised when she made no effort to stop him slipping them down her legs and off. Jake tossed them into a dark corner, already planning to keep them as a trophy once he was done with the tasty little slut now caught in his trap.

As Sarah's panties came off, she realised that the situation might be getting out of hand. She was, after all only looking for a bit of fun. But when Jake's stubbled cheeks parted her soft thighs, sending tingles of pleasure through her, Sarah instinctively parted her legs further, eager for more. Jake rewarded her eagerness, kissing his way up to her dripping sex, before expertly working his lips and tongue over her sopping folds.

Sarah had never felt anything like it - she was like a baby animal in the clutches of a hungry wolf, helpless. Prey. Jake sensed her vulnerability and grinned to himself as he toyed with her, relishing the juices of her arousal as he made her twitch and squirm on the end of his tongue. He deliberately brought her close to climax, only to relax and slow down slightly, just keeping her on edge, chuckling to himself at the growing desperation of her whimpers and moans.

Sarah was so swept up in her lust, in the passion of the moment that she didn't notice Jake reposition himself into a kneeling position between her thighs. It was only when she felt the thick, slick tip of his rock hard cock pressing against her virgin opening that reality hit. No! Part of her knew this couldn't happen - that to undo everything she had held out for, all the frivolous fun she had sacrificed for mere moments of release, would be madness. And yet, another, darker part of her wanted nothing more than to let this big brute of a man - a real man, not like her pussy fiance - take her for the first time. To claim her. To ruin her. Her body screamed out for animal release as her conscience waned.

As Jake's grip on her hips tightened she realised the moment was now, and perhaps, even if she did manage to cry out and beg for him to stop, there was no guarantee that he would. Sarah teetered on the precipice, a mess of confusion and lust as her mind reeled.