You decide to trade.

For whatever reason saying no doesn’t really even seem like an option, “Umm, a hundred.” You say finally.

“How about trade?” He asks.

“What cha offerin?” You ask batting your eyes.

He pulls out a tiny lavender gun with pk380 printed on the side and shows you it has a full 8 round magazine. When you don’t seem impressed he sets 5 big .308 bullets next to it, “You can get 5 each for these in trade.” He adds.

“I guess I could use a gun.” You say picking it up in your small hands.

“Sounds good then.” He then proceeds to pull it out right there in the bar. The bartender gives a hrumph of disapproval but doesn’t get involved. Glancing around you see everyone else must have left at some point.

You lightly slide your hand under his cock marveling at the weight of it. You would guess it was about 7” or so, but very thick, like, can’t get your fingers around it thick. You can’t imagine it fitting in your mouth, so you just lick the salty head like a lollipop till it stiffens up. He takes hold of your head and says, “Stick your tongue out.” You do as you are told and he simply stuffs it down into your throat with shocking ease. Sure your eyes begin to water, sure you gag and tons of saliva begins to flow down your chin. You are making a glug glug noise as he moans and says, “Oh fuck, so tight, so worth it.” He is happy to basically fuck your face like that till he unloads down into your belly, then just holds it balls deep till he groans, “Oh yeah.” Then pulls out and uses the hem of your now quite wet dress. “Thanks miss that was just what I needed. Don’t suppose you’d let me lick your pussy?”

“Oh, I’m a boy.” You say with a naughty little grin.

“Really? Huh. So how much to pound your tight ass?”