She meekly says she can't

The man takes another step into her room as he unlatches one of the buckles from his overalls.

"I-I have a block on my calendar from 3 to 4. You aren't..." she swallows "aren't supposed to visit during my calendar blocks."

He flips the buckles off his shoulder and does the same with the other. His overalls fall down to his ankles revealing tightie-whities. He looks at the large watch on his wrist. "Aw, honey, not so good at telling time? Twenty minutes should be more than enough time for that pretty mouth to drain my babymaker." As he says babymaker he grabs the bulge in his briefs and starts squeezing it. "Now give me what I was promised, slut."

Nicole swallows. She can feel her whole body vibrating as adrenaline pumps through her system. No one has ever been so rude and crude to her face. But this was what she thought she always wanted to be. A plaything for a stranger. She slowly nods understanding she doesn't have a choice.

Twenty minutes. Nicole tells herself she can do this. Although she hadn't had face-to-face live sex in more than two years, she had a decent amount of experience in college. When she did her tally for her Discord profile she noted she'd had vaginal sex with three different men, anal with one, and oral with seven. If she was certain about any of her sexual skills it was giving blow jobs. She was lucky to have a sexually explorative and vocal boyfriend for her middle two years of college.

She rises from her chair and approaches the man. He's as tall as he is wide. She feels tiny when she's directly in front of him and even smaller when she lowers herself to her knees. As she gets closer the scent of a hard day working in the summer heat hits her nose. She scrunches up her face and he laughs seeing her reaction. "The deal was sealed when I saw you were practically midway between my current job site and home." He licks his lips looking down at her. Placing a hand on top of her head. "You'd be an easy stop for getting my rocks off either going to or coming back from work. That means no shower after work. Hope you like the smell of natural men."

Nicole shifts her gaze to his briefs. She sees they're lightly stained yellow in the front. She gulps. her hands reaching out and fingers slipping into the tightly stretched waistband. She pulls his underwear down and his semi-hard cock bounces out. Her eyes go wide. The length is about average, but the girth is unlike anything she's seen in person. The cock head is bulbous like a mushroom cap. The cock disappears into an unkempt bush of red public hair. And his ball sack hangs loose and heavy between his legs.

Mentally she finds herself transported back to her last semester of college. After a rough break-up with her boyfriend she went celibate for months as she tried to get him back. Once it became clear he wasn't coming back is when she had her first one-night stand. It was thrilling and was soon followed by a series of reckless nights of giving three different men blowjobs in the bathroom of the local bar. Two of those men she sort of casually dated, but usually those dates ended with Nicole giving them head. She knew they were using her but she didn't mind. It was her last semester and she'd never see them again.

She found that she loved two things about those nights. One was being unabashedly slutty. The second was the cocks. She loved how cocks were like snowflakes and she'd never know what shape she'd get until she had it in her face. And it was almost a game to find out how to work that specific cock so it gave the human attached to it the most amazing experience. Now, five years later, she was on her knees facing a completely new shape and size. For the first time since the man entered her apartment, she actually felt that familiar thigh-clenching excitement.

The men she was with in college were nothing like this man. They kept their pubes trimmed (in one case keeping it clean shaven). If they knew they were going out to get some they made sure it was clean. Usually, the smell could be a little musky, but often she'd smell soap. Not in this case. The smell was musky, sweaty, and even a little sour.

Taking the man's cock in her hand she pushes the mess of hair down, so she doesn't get any in her mouth. The length of the shaft is only a little bit longer than her fist. Nicole feels a new eagerness rise in her orgasm starved cunt. She wonders what it would feel like to have this short, thick meat inside her. It reminds her of one of her favorite Bad Dragon toys. But that might be for another time. Now, she needed to take care of it, so she could get on her very important 3 p.m. video call.

Nicole leans in to start with his hairy balls. She pulls up on his shaft to give herself better access. When he tongue hits his flesh all she can taste is salt and a dirt-like funkiness. She felt debased and it turned her on. She spent a couple of minutes licking all around his balls as his cock stiffened in her hand. He made grunting sounds above her. If he was trying to look down to watch she couldn't tell. The view was blocked by his big gut hanging out from under his flannel shirt.

His cock got harder but it didn't get much longer. What surprises Nicole is that it appears his head somehow got even thicker. It was now pink and shiny. A little dollop of precum sparkled on the tip. Her tongue snakes out and licks it. His flavor is bitter.

This is it, she thinks as she swallows the little drop, I'm really letting a strange man use me. And she starts to lick around the head. As the various tastes and smells of this man fill her senses, she starts to feel deeply disgusted with herself. In college she had standards. She didn't hook up with just anyone. She was selective.

Her lips wrap around the thick head and as it fills her mouth she can't help but grunt. It's like an electric shock through her body. The sensation of her mouth being so full of cock was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. The thoughts of shame dissolved from her mind as she became one with his cock. Her head starts to bop up and down. Feeling his cock push against her throat. Her gag reflex is on the edge of triggering, but she always pulls back just in time. And that's when his large, callused hands push into her hair. He lightly holds both sides of her head like a cantaloupe.

"Oh, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you, unf," he grunts. His fingers gripping a little tighter. He starts to move her head at his own pace.

"I'm so close. You want my load, slut," all she can do is nod.

"Get ready."