She gets out his dick

Sylvie’s lips still tingled with the foul taste of Leroy’s mouth as she pulled back slightly, breathing through her mouth to avoid the worst of his stench. Her white silk dress already bore several dark, greasy handprints across the chest. The elegant fabric, once pristine, was now visibly soiled. Alex watched intently from the shadows near the alley entrance, his excitement palpable even at a distance. This was exactly what he had fantasized about, and his birthday gift was unfolding in real time.

Leroy grinned, his yellowed teeth flashing in the dim light. “You really doin’ this, huh? Fine. Let’s see what you got.”

With trembling fingers, Sylvie reached for the waistband of his torn, filthy pants. The fabric was stiff with dirt and old stains. She hesitated for a long second, her manicured nails—elegant and perfectly polished—looking absurd against the grime. Then she undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. The smell intensified as she freed him. His cock flopped out, heavy and semi-hard already. It was huge—thick, veiny, and long, easily nine inches even in this state—but profoundly gross. The shaft was covered in a crusty, yellowish buildup of smegma and dried fluids. Pubic hair was matted and tangled with debris. The head was partially covered by a thick layer of white, cheesy residue that had accumulated over who-knew-how-long without washing. It twitched in the cool night air, emitting a strong, musky, sour odor that mixed horribly with the rest of his body stench.

Sylvie stared at it in horrified fascination. Her gorge rose, but she wrapped her gorgeous, manicured hand around the thick base. The contrast was stark and degrading. Her soft, smooth skin with its fresh manicure and the sparkling diamond engagement ring on her finger looked impossibly elegant and expensive against the crusty, filthy cock of this obese, homeless man. The ring caught the faint light as she began to stroke him slowly, her delicate fingers sliding over the gross texture. Bits of crust flaked off onto her palm.

“Fuck…” Leroy groaned, his massive belly jiggling. “Look at that pretty hand on my dirty dick. That’s your wedding ring, ain’t it? While you jerkin’ off a bum.”

She kept stroking, her hand moving up and down the huge length. The crusty texture felt disgusting against her skin, and the smell made her eyes water. Alex shifted in the shadows, clearly rock-hard and mesmerized by the sight.

Leroy’s breathing grew heavier. One of his meaty, dirty hands grabbed the back of her updo, not too roughly but possessively. “Suck it, girl. Put those pretty lips on it.”

Sylvie froze for a moment, revulsion crashing over her like a wave. She glanced toward Alex, who gave her an encouraging nod, his face flushed with lust. For him. This was for him. She nodded shakily and got on all fours in the alley, her white pumps digging into the dirty ground, the hem of her white silk dress riding up her thighs. The position made her feel even more exposed and degraded—elegant jewelry dangling, expensive dress getting dirtier by the second.

She leaned forward, heart pounding, and took the head of his crusty cock into her mouth. The taste was overwhelming—bitter, salty, sour, with the cheesy smegma coating her tongue. She gagged immediately but forced herself to continue, sucking reluctantly. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked the first few inches, her manicured hand still stroking the base where her engagement ring pressed against his filthy skin.

Leroy moaned loudly, his free hand groping her breasts through the silk dress. He squeezed hard, mauling them and leaving more greasy smears across the white fabric. His other hand reached under her dress from behind, thick fingers pushing up between her thighs and rubbing against her white lace panties. He groped her ass and pussy through the delicate material, his dirty digits leaving streaks on her smooth skin.

“Damn, you wet already?” he grunted, though Sylvie knew it was more from nerves than arousal. “Rich girl pussy gettin’ excited for bum cock.”

She whimpered around his thick shaft, the sound muffled. The taste was making her dizzy with disgust. She bobbed her head slowly, taking more of the gross length into her mouth, her updo starting to loosen from his grip. Strands of hair fell around her face. Leroy’s fingers pushed her panties aside, one thick digit probing her entrance while his other hand continued pawing at her tits, pinching her nipples through the lace bra.

From the entrance of the alley, Alex’s breathing was audible. He was living his ultimate fantasy—his stunning, elegantly dressed fiancée on all fours in a filthy alley, sucking a huge, crusty homeless cock while being groped.

Sylvie’s mind reeled with revulsion. Every suck brought more of the awful taste. The crust flaked onto her tongue. The smell of his unwashed groin filled her nostrils. His dirty fingers under her dress felt invasive and wrong. Yet she kept going, hollowing her cheeks and using her tongue because she loved Alex enough to endure this degradation on his birthday.

Leroy thrust his hips slightly, pushing more of his massive cock into her mouth. “That’s it, suck it good. Never had a mouth this pretty on me before.”

Her engagement ring glinted with every stroke of her hand as she worked the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The visual contrast—pristine diamonds and manicured nails on that gross, encrusted dick—seemed to heighten everything for Alex.

Tears pricked Sylvie’s eyes as she continued the reluctant blowjob, her white silk dress getting progressively dirtier, her perfect makeup threatening to smear. The night was only beginning, and she was already deeper into the filth than she had imagined.