Talk to a cumdump

As you watch the Redhead walk away, you can't help but watch her cute butt. You have no idea what her name is or if you'll ever see her again. Once she finishes off wiping away your cum, she breaks into a fast walk like she's late for something.

You walk over to a bench where a man is reclining head laid back as an older brunette in her mid 30's kneels between his legs, short black heels sticking out. She's giving him a slow sensual blowjob while he relaxes with his eyes closed and a cap slung over his face. You sit down at the bench next to them and she continues her gentle rhythm without looking at you. She has a pretty face with gorgeous full lips and her butt sticks out nicely. Her brown hair is tied back professionally, and is wearing a black suit with black pants. The man has a sports jersey on and is wearing nasty looking grey sweatpants.

"Hey" you say

She slowly works her way back up his large cock leaving a wet smacking sound as her lips leave his dick.

"Hey" she says and resumes her blowjob. She must not be interested in talking and goes back to filling the air with slurping and smacking sounds.

"So is he your boyfriend?" Genuine confusion paints her face as she repeatedly sucks the head of the cock in and out of her mouth.

"What in the world would give you that idea?" she replies, spit trailing to the mans penis.

"Oh, I was just wondering, the blowjob you're giving just seemed a bit slow and romantic is all." She gives a chuckle around his dick.

"Then I suppose you must find a lot of stuff romantic" She rolls her eyes at you while she continues to work on his dick.

"He just asked for a nice slow blowjob." she ends her sentence with a nice long lick up the mans shaft. She does a very good job of both talking to you, and making sure she's continuing to please the dick in front of her.

"This question might seem obvious, but are you ever late for anything because you have to give a blowjob?" The cock pops out of her mouth.

"Oh my god all the time" before sucking the dick back into her throat. She chokes a bit on it and slides back up.

"I was supposed to be at work two hours ago" She kisses the dick and swirls her tongue lovingly around the head.

She looks up at the young man she's blowing "Don't worry about it though, I'm sure I can be a little late." The man lifts his cap briefly and, he looks like your average mall-rat, either in college or freshly out of high school. He places one hand behind the older woman's head and wordlessly pushes her back deep onto his cock and keeps her going. She gives you a look while going down on him and waves you off. You get the message, this conversation is over.

You wanted to ask more. How long has she been there? What jobs does she have? You almost feel bad for making life like this for her, but at the same time as you watch her, she's doing such a great job sucking and cradling his balls, always licking the head of his cock and sneaking glances at her watch. Despite the rush she must be in, her main concern is this punks dick. It's nice to see her doing such a good job.

"Hey um, do you have a card? You seem to know what you're doing. I might be interested in getting some head from you someday."

She plants the cock deep in her throat and starts to rotate and gyrate her head as she reaches into her coat pockets. She hands you a small case and you fish out one of her cards out for her.

"Denise. Pleased to meet you." she makes a hmmmhmm sound around his penis.

Maybe you too, can make her extra late to her important boardroom meeting someday and make her take her time.

You watch her for a bit longer but decide you've had enough. It would be good to go explore the mall a bit more. Just as you turn to walk away you hear the man groan and see him grab Denise's head with both his hands. Her hands grasp his thighs as she's **** fully onto his cock. Her eyes bulge as the man clenches her head in pulses, she clenches her hands tighter as she involuntarily coughs phlegm out of her nose. Slowly but surely the large cock slide out of her throat leaving behind a trail of spit and probably some cum that didn't go down her throat. She coughs and chokes a bit before getting up, snot and drool run down her suit and some strings of it had collected heavily on her thighs. She looks at her watch gasping for air and starts gathering up her purse.

"Okay, well I have to go to work now." She says to the kid while breathing heavily. He grunts and beckons her with his finger.

"Nah, keep going, start slowly though" he asks.

Denise teeters for a small moment considering the favor.

"Another blowjob? That's no problem." Denise drops her purse, gets back down on her knees and slides the semi-flaccid cock down her throat, languidly pumping it. You can appreciate her dilemma, on the one hand she is seriously late for work and may not make it today. But a blowjob is such a trivial thing to ask for now. At some point, you think, you're going to have to test out how far you can push a girl like Denise.

"Hey Denise, why are you giving him a blowjob, anyways?" You realize you missed one of the most basic questions. Denise looks at you with piercing eyes, and sucks his cock for a few long moments. She breaks eye contact and continues sucking him well, deliberately ignoring you. But she eventually works her way up his dick to answer you.

"Because he asked me to. Now if you could please be on your way, I am trying to suck dick here." She says exasperated, clearly annoyed that you keep interrupting her expert blowjob.

"Sorry, I'm just really confused. I get that he asked, but why would you agree to it?" Denise was working both hands in a spiral around his well lubricated cock as she looked at you.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a blow job." she rolls her eyes at you which has a unique effect since a cock is already being sucked into her mouth while she does so. It almost looks like pleasure instead of scorn.

"But why isn't it a big deal, why not just ignore him and move on with your day? Why is it important for you to deal with his hard cock?"

"Ignore him? What kind of psychopath are you? Every single girl on earth has a hot wet mouth and you think we should just ignore penises? That has to be the most sadistic and twisted thing I've heard in my life. For all I know, I or maybe some other girl may have given this man a hard-on in the first place."

Denise takes a break to suck his penis, popping the mans penis into her cheek pouch so that it bulged. Then excitedly running the head over her wet lips before rolling it up the side of her cheek and face when she further quips.

"Men ask for so little: that women be their personal penis caretakers. I can't believe you even said that. You stay there, okay? You clearly need a blowjob. I may be a few hours, but I will deal with your penis as soon as I can. And if you ever even slightly want your penis sucked, I want you to call the number on my card."

After that she went right back to sucking the man off. Her outburst was so passionate you waited for her to continue. But without interruption, she only seemed to have a mind for one thing. That mans dick.

You get back to exploring the mall. You pass a a nice semi-expensive sit-down restaurant and look in. Couples are everywhere, which is apparent since half the tables have some amount of fucking going on. It makes sense, no one wants to wait until they get home to get lucky.

You continue down one of the main walkways. You see two very hot blonde girls gabbing along with clean faces and splattered shirts. What's amazing about them is they are wearing cute purple knee-pads like skater-girls. It's not overly attractive but you can't help but swell at the thought of them wearing combat gear for dick sucking. They meet up with three knee-pad-less friends, not bombshells like the stacked blondes are but this was definitely a hot girls clique. Five cute girls head off in the direction of the food court and you are on auto-pilot after them.

Then you see two petite girls sitting at a fountain holding hands. They kiss.

On the lips.

The gaggle of girls is turning a corner and nearly out of sight, the two girls at the fountain have stood up and gather up their purses and a bag. Fuck. You make a mental note to purchase tracking darts.