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He was not the gentle lover that wanted this valentine to be special, to share a moment of passion and understanding with a sister soul.

He was a pervert that wanted to see me humiliated and demeaned as I serviced him dutifully and brought him pleasure in his dirty car in the parking lot of our school.

He was forceful, and something in me liked the way he treated me, despite it being far from what I expected my night to end up like.

He slid next to me in the backseat of his car.

It might not even be his car for all I knew, but he was ready to make use of it, as we both were seated on these back seats, the place cramped.

That tight space only added to the perversion of the whole situation. It was bad enough I had ended my valentine with such a stranger, I was also doing it in such a humiliating location?

He lowered his pants, and then his underwear, revealing his already hard cock poking through the forest of pubic hair.

"Get to work."

All the seduction he had made was knowing how to dance with a horny person like me, and yet here I was in the backseat of his car ready to put all care aside, all romance in the garbage, and succumb to my lust.

And it turned me on.

I lowered myself, is hand neatly placed on my neck as he helped my head down, and took his penis in my mouth.

No foreplay, no tasting, just sucking.

And I sucked.

I got to work on that penis, staring at the hairy pubes as they got closer and then further with each up and down motion. My head movement was met with appreciative moans of approval as the man took pleasure in my oral skill, despite me doing the bare minimum.

Turning my mind off and following his orders, I relaxed, used more tongue, slurped on it. Got lower.

I just followed his hand and its lead, helping me in my bobbing motion and guiding me through the process.

He was a stranger, and I was sucking him off in the backseat of a car in the parking lot of my school, where I had hoped to become prom queen by the end of the school year.

And he tasted bad.

It wasn't a romantic cap of the evening for a romantic event. It was pure, unadulterated sex.

"Fuck you're good." Came his voice in a husky whisper, a praise that gave me satisfaction.

If I was going to be doing this kind of things, at least let me be good with them!

And I bobbed, and I serviced, and my spit kept flowing and covering his cock, sliding down to his hairy balls.

Removing his hand, he allowed me to continue my work unsupervised.