Your head says yes, but your dick says no.

This might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, but the prospect of enjoying yourself with Carmine’s supermodel body overrides your preservation instinct. Even the thought of Carmine’s co-worker sitting in the front seat and being witness to it doesn’t register. She keeps her eyes glued to the road even as Carmine deftly worms her pedicured fingers into your zipper and undoes your pants.

Carmine’s plump lips shimmer under the passing sunlight, she leans down onto her chest and meets your hardening cock at eye level. “Good boy. I knew I made the right choice. I want you hard on command.” She leans in and places her lips onto the head of your cock, prodding at it with her tongue.

“We will be there in five minutes Miss Carson.”

Carmine pops your slick cock out of her mouth, “Oh dear, I suppose you’ll have to make do with an appetizer for now.” Carmine attacks your cock with an intensity that surprises you. The strength and suction of her wet mouth hole makes you grip the car seat and groan out in pleasure. Every ridge and vein is explored and played with by her skilled tongue.

You run your hands through her dark hair and bob her up and down. She leaves a trail of red marks up and down your shaft as her lipstick smears onto it. Your other hand slips under her chest and grope one of her huge tits. Getting the best blowjob ever in the back of an expensive SUV by Carmine of all people – you’ve died and gone to heaven. There’s no way this is reality.

You’re a bundle of raw nerves. The sound of her throat and mouth laying claim to your cock is almost enough to make you cum. “I’m not going to last long…”

“Don’t worry about it baby. Just use my mouth as your toilet. Do it, fucking cum in my mouth.”

You nearly jump off the seat as every muscle in your body tenses. You let loose the biggest cum shot of your entire life, which flies straight into the back of Carmine’s throat. She gags, her beautiful eyes watering up slightly – but she doesn’t let go. She continues to suck down each steaming glob without complaint.

You’re spent, you’re going to be nutting dust for a month.

Carmine doesn’t let go, she continues to **** your sensitive member with her tongue for another minute, before letting it slide against her messy lips, finally releasing it to the cold air. A lewd line of saliva connects you to her, which she snaps with an extended finger, guiding what’s left into her mouth and swallowing.

She smirks. Sitting back up and rebuttoning her shirt and jacket. “You need to eat more fruit John, since we’re going to be doing that a lot more often from now on…”

“How was he Miss Carson?” Wei asks from the driver’s seat. You get your bearings and realize that you’re at the airport! You weren’t paying much attention… You were on some kind of private landing area. There’s a very expensive looking private helicopter on one of the landing spots.

“Hm. Lacking, but he has good volume. It’s nothing, in fact, it’s perfect.”

She just insulted your dick, but called it perfect at the same time, you aren’t sure to be worried or offended. She gobbled it down like a Christmas dinner.

“Will you use it on him?”

“Of course. In the future everyone will.”

You’re lacking some serious context here. You all climb out of the car. Wei retrieves a can of gasoline from the trunk and begins pouring it inside the car. “Hey, what is she doing?”

“Well, it wasn’t a rental,” Carmine laughs, “I’d rather not have the suits nosing around my property.”

Wei says nothing as she pulls out a match and tosses it, and the can, inside. The SUV erupts in orange flame as Carmine begins to approach the helicopter. “Wait a minute, just how rich are you anyway?”

“Enough.”

She pulls out her phone and calls someone, “Leah, how are things?” You can’t hear the response. “Good, then it’s time to go. I will meet you back at the base.”

Wei walks past Carmine and up the steps, into the chopper, “If you’d please, Mister Doe.” You glance back and follow the Chinese woman with no small amount of hesitation. Carmine looks over the tarmac of the airport with a sneer. She throws her phone onto the ground, draws a pistol from her suit pocket and blasts it multiple times until only a smoking pile of trash remains.

That’s kinda’ scary. You’ll just pretend you didn’t see your girlfriend smash her phone like a gangster.

Inside the helicopter is a level of luxury that surpasses any hotel room you’ve ever been in. Tables, seats, an open bar. It’s like the lower floor of an airliner. White leather, wooden panels, you’re starting to see a pattern developing.

Carmine slips into one of the seats, next to her, a radio system. Wei sits by your side opposite her. “Pilot, we’re leaving. Do not ask for permission.”

“Going loud, copy.”

The helicopter roars to life, but the soundproofing in the cabin is incredible and makes it easy to hear Carmine. “Now then, I suppose it’s time to answer those cute little questions you have baby.”