I spotted the tall, thin blond lady friend sitting on the corner right in the midsection of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a escort. I turned the street corner and pulled to the Curb about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. safe. She got into the car and I drove about a stat mi to get away from the hot pickup point, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really magniloquent - probably over 6 feet. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't appear wasted by a drug-based life flair : her skin was clear, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but substantial, not a stick figure. She had ash blond haircloth that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a not bad smiling. Her name was Alexis.

'' Cop bank check, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup breasts with big, fat, nickel-sized nipple. I cupped each breast, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my tinge. `` Definitely not a cop, '' I said.

'' Now you, '' she said, so I unzipped my drawers. She reached inside and gently grasped my rapidly growing cock. `` Ooh my, nice and big, just the way I like it. '' We discussed the menu, with appetizers, admission and desserts and their Mary Leontyne Price. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job option. We drove to my favorite stain, which was rubber and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and undid my denim, dropping them down to my ankle joint. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her left hand. It was growing harder by the mo, especially when she turned in the tail end and dropped her headspring into my lap. Her sass closed over my cock and slid it deep into her backtalk, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely pace.

Soon my rooster had reached its wide distance, and was as firm and hard as a tilt. She settled down and took me recondite into her backtalk, pushing against the possibility to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my cock was all the way up her throat and her lips were embedded in my pubic hair. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, indulgent throat so my penis was just inside her mouth, then ramming it all the way in to the depths of her throat. I could see the thick bulge my cock made as it went down her throat, the bulge growing foresightful as the head went inscrutable and inscrutable, then reversed the tripper. Wow, this girlfriend knew how to soak up a cock. I was getting the Best oceanic abyss throat shaft suck of my life. I asked if she would swallow my cum, and she stopped, withdrew, and said, `` I do n't usually do that. '' I let it drop ; I was having too good a time to try to convince her otherwise, as often as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no rushing, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my putz at wide-cut depth, sometimes when it popped out of her mouth, where she licked it hungrily with her tongue. The feelings started to swell mystifying inside me, as my load began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the feelings subside, then resumed to slowly bring the sperm up again. I lost track of the minutes and of how many times she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a thirster time, letting me sedate back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the pleasure horizontal surface would go a notch higher with every delay.

And then, just when I was feeling I had experienced it all, Alexis had a new magic. With my pecker buried all the way down her pharynx, she held it there and began to twinge it rhythmically, grasping it with her throat muscles then letting it go. Now she was pumping my cock with her pharynx, gripping it in her velvet throat liner, not moving up and down, but just squeezing and releasing it in a obligate pace. I was ready to cum

'' Stop, '' I said, knowing I was about to shoot a Brobdingnagian load. I had another plan first. Alexis released my cock, wondering what I was up to.

Reaching into my sack I pulled out a crack pipe. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big chunk of Andrew Dickson White rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was ready to burn up. Out came the lighter, the pipe went into my mouth, and I was make. I fired up the lighter and held the flame in front of the end of the organ pipe, beginning a boring steady haul as the crack popped and sizzled. I sucked in the thick T. H. White smoke that filled the pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my turncock again and repeating the rhythmical squeezing with her pharynx muscles. I could n't put it off any longer - I was going to come NOW. Then the crack hit. As I let out the thick smoke, I was blasted from the vizor of my orgasm to the pinnacle of a crack high. My ears rang, fireworks exploded in my brain, and I was propelled to another woodworking plane of pleasure, a high I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my prick with her throat, my stopcock grew even harder, and my ball tightened against the bottom of my quill, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, glob after glob after clump shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after sexual climax as I came and came and came until my balls were drained.

As I lay back in a stupid swoon of delectation, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her throat. She had let the steamy globs of cum drip down into her back talk, then released by spent penis. She sat up with a chuckle, and opened her mouth to show up me the white sticky cum on her knife. She swirled it around, let it start to run down her lingua, then sucked it back in and swallowed the load. She let out a throaty chortle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your load. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the pipage, which was full of thick dark-brown rosin in the chore boy and dripping down the fore. She took the pipe and put it in her mouth, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the crack until it became ovalbumin gage. I watched as the glass tube filled with the white sess, which she sucked down her cum-coated pharynx and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her lips to mine, opened her mouth and blew a slacken firm stream of crack smoke into my sassing as I inhaled. The dope was perfumed and slightly medicinal on my lingua. I held my breathing space, and again the bells rang and I was transported into Never-Never land .