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A Stranger in My Mouth

I got no job, but I can blowjob

A new night, a new part of the city, a new pub. If she didn’t want to get busted, she had to move every day to a different location.

As soon as she entered the place, Lily noticed a man alone at the bar. He was dressed in a suit, drinking whiskey. The kind of man entering a bar before going back to a home where he feels like a stranger.

The perfect target for her.

She stood up and casually sat close enough to keep an eye on him, not enough to raise suspicion. She crossed her legs, exposing her thighs in his direction, then ordered a tea. She pretended not to notice his eyes exploring her legs and her body clad in a revealing summer dress. She knew that thanks to the light coming from her back, her silhouette was perfectly visible to him, and only to him.

“A tea? Whassup girl? Ya ain’t old eenogh?”

Yes, he had definitely noticed her.

She looked at him. Apart from being drunk, tonight’s man was clean and handsome. She wondered why he had ended up like that; what had happened to him, what could make a man look so miserable. Maybe he had been dumped or fired. Or maybe someone close to him had died.

Lily didn’t linger on those questions too much, though. Her time was precious. He was not going to be the only customer that night. But this man looked like easy prey… she would finish him in thirty minutes.

She leaned towards him and giggled into his ear.

“Wanna see what I’m old enough for?”

For a split second, he focused his eyes on her, trying to understand if he had understood well. He almost seemed sober in the effort.

Well, Lily knew she was beautiful. She was in her late thirties: too old to continue her former modelling career, but too young to be considered old. No man could resist her, especially if properly lured.

“Yup, wanna see… fo’ sure!”

She purposely grazed his leg with her hand, so close to his crotch he thought she was going to grab it right there, at the bar.

“Let’s finish our drinks first.”

“It’s a promiiish?” He shouted a little too loud.

She didn’t answer. The last thing she wanted was to attract the attention of the other customers.

“Two more whiskeys, please,” she asked the barman.

One was for the man, the other was for herself. She held alcohol well, and she always needed something strong to do her job properly.

They chatted for a while, finishing their drinks. Then she placed her hand on his thigh, slid it up to his groin, and whispered again.

“Time I fulfill my promise, yet?”

The stranger’s eyes illuminated as he tried to stand up. She reached his side and supported him.

The barman asked him to pay. She helped him looking for his wallet, paid for their drinks using his money and put it back in his pocket. As they went out, Lily was smiling. From what she had just seen, it looked like a promising day.

It was a summer night, so hot and wet that even the light summer dress felt like too much to wear. The moon illuminated the path to the backyard, where Lily led the man. There was no need for words, and in any case, the man could not articulate real sentences, anymore.

She knelt in front of him, lowered his trousers and freed his flaccid cock. It was going to take some work, she thought.

The man lay against the wall and closed his eyes, as she began stroking him. His small cock seemed to be reacting to her touch, at least, growing little by little. When it was hard enough, she started licking it. It wasn’t the cleanest — probably the man had been out since the morning — but the taste of the whiskey in her mouth helped her to resist the initial sense of repulsion.

She sucked it, using her tongue and saliva to clean it, drooling into her cleavage. She would change her bra before the next customer. Or maybe not… sometimes she loved to suck the next customer with the taste of the previous still in her mouth. It was one of the exciting things about her job.

It wasn’t a huge dick, but now it was at least standing proud in front of her, clean enough to have fun with it. Probably for more than one minute, she thought, smiling.

But as always, she was too optimistic.

With her tongue licking his shaft, her lips teasing his tip, her hands massaging his balls… the man soon groaned and exploded without notice in her mouth. She felt a sudden, first spurt of cum, then a second and a third. So much thick, creamy cum, that she couldn’t keep it in her mouth as she usually did, to spit it later. It just drooled down her chin, on her naked thighs, as she did her best to avoid dirtying her dress, while she choked on the cock still pressed deep between her lips.

The man hadn’t probably unloaded his balls for days. She felt proud for making him cum so hard. Ad if she had done her job well. She licked her lips, standing up: the man’s sperm was surprisingly tasty.

Exhausted, the man sat on the ground and closed his eyes. He would not recall much about that evening, and about the woman who had sucked his dick.

She leaned over him, hugged him, and with the nonchalance of a professional pickpocket slid his wallet out of his trousers. As she walked away, she took all the money she had seen before, while paying at the pub, then threw it near the entrance. Someone was going to find it and give it back to the man, empty.

Yes, she could have just stolen that money from him in that backyard, no one would have noticed it. But she didn’t like to rob people.

She preferred to think of it as a payment for her services… a willing offer for using her skillful mouth.

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