Can you help me out?

Dylan points down to his crotch as he addresses you.

"Tiffany, can you help me out here?"

What, fuck no. Is he seriously asking you to jerk him in the car? What kind of fantasy world is this kid living in where a girl he just met will jack him off? You intend to give him a piece of your mind,

"Yeah no problem, just my hand or do you want me to use my mouth too?"

Dylan laughs, "Nah, that can come later, glad to see the conditioning works well though."

You reach over and start to unzip his fly, revealing a rapidly hardening erection in his boxers. Only a few moments later, his 8 inch shaft is resting solidly in your hand, it's surprisingly warm and you start to run your fingers up to the head, pulling back the foreskin to find the engorged head. As you run your hand down to the base of his shaft, you feel up his balls, they're even bigger than your were when you had balls. A full load from these would leave any woman's womb overflowing, just thinking about it sends shivers up your spine, but having Dylan's baby might not be that bad...

Wait. Why are you giving him a handjob? Didn't you say no to this? As you try to stop, your hand moves faster, playing up and down the shaft and just teasing the glans. Precum dribbles out, coating the cock and your hand, it smells sweet, you wonder what it tastes like. Dylan's grunts start to become more audible and he shouts out,

"Now! swallow it all!"

Yeah fucking right, you think to yourself as your head dives forward and latches over his cock. You feel one of Dylan's hand push on the back of your head, forcing you further down his shaft. A burst of warm liquid suddenly begins to fill your mouth...he didn't, he did not just cum in your mouth did he?

The flow of cum continues to build up, and your throat contracts as it begins to swallow everything Dylan is giving you. When it's over, he finally lets you come up for air, the taste of his semen still stuck in the mouth. It wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be, a little salty, but surprising good. Of course, it did come from Dylan, and how could you not swallow his delicious spunk?

"That was great Tiff, I think you might be a natural at this, open your mouth let's make sure you swallowed it all."

You comply with a smile on your face, anything to make Dylan happy. "Anything to make Dylan happy", what the fuck are you thinking? Why did you just do that, what did Dylan do to you!?

Dylan finishes his inspection of your mouth, apparently pleased with the results. Just in time too, the car pulls up to a massive house, guess Dylan comes from a pretty wealthy family.

You let Dylan lead you inside the house, paintings and expensive knick knacks confirming your suspicions of wealth running in the family.

"C'mon, lets go to my room, I want to ask you some questions and run a few tests."

Tests? Questions? Nope. That doesn't sound good. Of course, despite your mind screaming at you to stop, you can't help yourself from responding with a happy smile.

"Yeah! Whatever you want."