Get a Blowjob From Her

“Alright,” you say, digging out your wallet. “I’ve got twenty bucks for you. How about a blowjob?”

”Sounds good to me baby,” she coos.

You hold the twenty dollar bill out of the window for her and she snatches it from you, pushing it hurriedly into the small purse hanging on her shoulder. Her heels click on the concrete as she quickly makes her way around the hood of your car. You watch her ass in the tight jeans, it’s nice and plump, the kind of ass your friend Washington would call an “atomic booty”. You briefly regret not paying her more to fuck her and then she’s ducking into the passenger side, her breasts jiggling.

She reaches over and deftly unzips the fly of your slacks, her hand working inside your boxer shorts and wrapping around your flaccid cock. Her hand is cool and dry, her strokes with it slow and gentle. She pulls your dick out of your pants and leans over, drooling a thin string of spit onto the tip and coating your cock evenly with it. She sits back up and looks you in the eye.

“You can play with my tits if it’ll help get you off,” she says matter-of-factly.

You reach down through the low-cut top of the baby doll tee and squeeze her left breast. You roll her big nipple between your thumb and index finger, teasing it and pinching lightly until it is extremely hard.

“You got a nice dick mister,” she says, pulling her gum out of her mouth and sticking it to the dash of your car.

You glance down at your now hard cock and watch as her plump fingers work up and down the spit-slicked shaft. You continue to play with her breasts, alternating somewhat awkwardly between the right and the left as she strokes your cock.

“I think that’s hard enough,” she smiles, admiring your hard dick.

The hooker pushes her red top down so that it bunches beneath her now exposed breasts and dark nipples. She runs her fingers through her bleach blond hair and pulls it back into a pony tail that she tucks through a hair band.

“Alright baby, warn me when you’re gonna shoot off, I don’t want to get another mouthful of cum tonight.”

Before you can reply her warm mouth descends over your hard cock, after that you can only manage a soft moan. She is definitely skilled, her tongue lapping along your shaft and writhing against the head as she slurps up and down on your dick. You wrap your hand around her pony tail and gently guide her movements as she expertly sucks your cock. She lifts her mouth from your dick and smacks her lips, then lowers her mouth to your cum-filled testicles. She strokes your cock up and down slowly as she sucks each of your balls into her mouth in turn, then she returns to sucking you.

It takes a few minutes of her talented tongue and warm mouth and you feel the cum boiling in your balls. You squeeze one of her breasts as you approach an orgasm. You want nothing more than to make this trailer park slut drink your cum, but she asked you to warn her.

“A-all right,” you pant slightly, “I’m getting ready to cum.”

The hooker gives you two more deep strokes with her mouth and then pulls away, her hand rapidly replacing her lips. She lowers her breasts heavily over your cock and jerks your cock into her soft cleavage.

“Come on big boy, you know I wanna see that cock do its thing,” the hooker moans, “let me feel that cum on my tits.

Her hand working skillfully up and down on your hard cock and the soft warmth of her huge breasts are incredibly good. Your face heats up and you pitch forward into the spasmic thrall of your orgasm.

“Oh yeah, I can feel that baby,” she coos, “Here it comes.”

Your cock jerks in her hand and a thin scattered spray pumps out of the tip across the tops of her breasts.

“That’s right, cum.” She says with little emotion. “Shoot that load for me.”

She jerks harder and you begin to cum in earnest, pushing her breasts together firmly, a large stream of your semen spurting from the tip of your cock and splashing on your stomach. She keeps stroking and you keep cumming, pumping out three more thick strands that pump out onto her soft tits before the final two drool over her fingers. The hooker squeezes a last final bead of cum from the tip of your cock and then quickly begins cleaning off with a tissue.

“Do ya need one honey?” She offers you a Kleenex and you accept, mopping off your balls and stomach.

“Thanks! See ya later,” she jiggles her breasts, pulls her top up, and then exits your car.

You finish cleaning up just as you spot Katherine walking inside the mini-mart. You tuck your penis back into your pants and zip up, discarding the soiled tissue on the ground. You can see Katherine browsing the coolers.

She looks older - but still quite attractive - in the bright fluorescent light of the mini-mart. She catches your reflection in the glass of the cooler as you approach and jerks her head in your direction.

“Act like you’re looking at the drinks,” she hisses, “just in case.”

You step over to the cooler window next to her and glance absently at the variety of chilled coffee and juices.

“Why did you want to meet me Katherine?” You say it politely, concealing the chemical irritability the stim pills usually cause.

“It’s about Orchid,” she says haltingly. “I…there’s no good way to put this…”

“It’s okay, just put it however you have to.” You yank a bottle of chocolate-flavored coffee from the cooler and pretend to read the ingredients.

“I love her.” She waits, looking at you for a response, but you just keep staring at the bottle. “She is somehow holding on to fragments of memory, even when we default her, and I am falling in love with what she has become.”

“Experience seepage,” you explain unnecessarily, “if her memories are bleeding into her core architecture-“

“Then she’s a failure,” Katherine interrupts. “If we can default her back to a true start then she will never be useable for mass production. It gets worse though, she’s developing unauthorized emotion memes; true love among them. That sort of thing isn’t just ruinous to the project, it’s highly illegal, and she’ll be wiped.”

“But you love her.” You continue.

“But I love her. I don’t want her to be wiped, I want to be with her. I’ve been concealing these problems from Heinrich and the board, but the techs keep spotting anomalies, including the ones that occurred tonight. I don’t have enough money to buy the silence of the entire development team.”

“I guess what I’m wondering,” you interject, “is just what the hell this has to do with me.”

“You’re an opportunist. I looked into your background much more thoroughly than the screening process required. I assume you’re probably coming at this from more than one angle already. Mossoman? Tanaka? It doesn’t matter. I want to buy them out. I want you to get Orchid out of there.”

You think in silence, she is obviously waiting for a response.

“How much is it worth?”

“I can pay 80,000. I know that’s more than they’re paying you, and probably more than you’ve taken home from any of your jobs.”

“This is a tough situation you have put me in,” you reply after another moment of consideration.

“Cut the shit,” Katherine hisses, “80,000 is a fortune in your line of work. We both know the risks, but that is more than fair.”

You put the drink back in the rack and ponder her offer.