Accepts the offer

"M-miss Szopas!" Bobby Gene gasped, staring down at the slender, graceful fingers opening his belt. "Wh-what are you doing."

The metallic noise of his zipper being pulled down registered like the crash of lightening to his ears. "Shhh," she shushed him, undoing the button of his tight jeans and shoving them down on his narrow hips. With his legs slightly apart, the pants only fell as far as his knees. She licked her lips as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jockey shorts and slowly lowered herself to her knees, tugging the shorts down with her as she knelt. She used the finger-tips of both hands to examine the cock before her at eye level. Touching the soft shaft from underneath and lifting it. By moving one hand up and the other down, then repeating the movements in reverse, she was able to 'rotate' the young mechanic's organ, scrutinizing it.

If Bobby Gene had been in shock before, what Miss Szopas did next almost put him into a coma. Although he knew it was what she was going to do. Raising Bobby Gene's cock at an even higher angle, she opened her mouth wide and moved her head in towards him. As she engulfed the head, her lips forming a seal behind the ridge of the head, she began to suck. And suck. Like in and old western where someone has to suck the venom out of a snake bite.

Bobby Gene just stood there, watching his cock getting hard as if it was not part of him. As if he was watching a porn scene on the internet. As it grew and hardened, increasing in both length and girth, Miss Szopas's curled the fingers of her right hand around the shaft. Slowly she stroked in, her hand traveling a further and further distance as the cock achieved a full erection. Sinking back on her haunches, her mouth sliding off the hard-on in her hand, she continued her slow back and forth hand pumping. "Nice," she said, her eyes fixed on the dick she was holding. Then, looking up at Bobby Gene with those big, dark eyes of hers, she repeated, "Nice." It was if she was having two separate conversations. One with Bobby Gene, the other with his dick. The finger-tips of her other hand were gently tapping the balls, lightly tapping them.

Lifting herself back up on her knees and tilting her head to one side, the pale woman licked the side of that dick several times, leaving wet trails of saliva. Then she leaned the other way while pointing the erection in the opposite direction to lick that side as well. All the time she was continuing her leisurely stroking to keep the dick hard.

Then it was back to business. She took the cock back into her mouth, and holding her fist next to her lips, began to bob her head back and forth. Mouth and hand were moving in rhythm, gradually picking up speed until she was working that cock at a firm, brisk pace.

Meanwhile, over her head, Bobby Gene was being overcome by the feelings of that foreign woman blowing him. Already his breathing was shallow and he was repeatedly nodding his head in approval of Miss Szopas performance. For lack of anything to do with his hands, he placed them on top of her head. But he did not try to take control. He just caressed and fondled her head bobbing head, showing his appreciation. His gratitude. His... affection. During the act of fellatio, every man is in love with the woman's head.

Her hand that was between his legs cupped Bobby Gene's heavy balls, rolling them around gently - respectfully - as she sucked him off. She could vaguely hear the soft moans and sighs from Bobby over the wet, squishy sounds of her hand and mouth sliding back and forth along his cock. One particularly loud gasp from him spurred her into moving even faster, increasing the grip of her fist even tighter. The intensified moaning that she got in response prompted her to really begin to suck and pump. Rushing into the home stretch. Her other hand gently squeezed his balls. Then not so gently. Clasping them firmly. Trying to squeeze the cream out of them.

"Oh, day-uh-amn!" Bobby Gene cried out as he began ejaculating. Shooting out his hot, thick load into Miss Szopas's mouth. His fingers dug into her scalp, although he still did not interfere with her movement. He dumped glob after glob of gooey sperm into her mouth. Flooding it. Filling it.

But the woman on her knees, still dutifully moving back and forth, did not spill any of Bobby Gene's seed. She swallowed repeatedly. Drinking down all of that spunk that he was giving her.

When it at last became obvious that he had no more to give, she slowed down. Giving the already softening shaft a few last, loving strokes to milk out perhaps one more drop. Finally she removed her mouth and planted a kiss on the head of the spent cock. "Thank you," she said in that strange accent of hers.

It was not clear if she was speaking to Bobby Gene or his cock.