I spotted the tall, thin blond missy sitting on the corner right in the middle of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was shy if she was looking for a date. I turned the recess and pulled to the check about 100 substructure down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. Good. She got into the car and I drove about a mile to get away from the hot pickup spot, then pulled over to the American Stock Exchange. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall - probably over 6 understructure. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't depend wasted by a drug-based life-time style : her hide was assoil, she had whiteness bright teeth, and all were there. She was slender but significant, not a beat figure. She had ash blonde whisker that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a enceinte smiling. Her gens was Alexis.

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

'' Now you, '' she said, so I unzipped my pants. 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, entrees and desserts and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job selection. We drove to my best-loved spot, which was secure and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and untie my dungaree, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my dick in her allow for hand. It was growing harder by the bit, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her sassing closed over my cock and slid it thick into her sass, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely pace.

Soon my cock had reached its full duration, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me deep into her oral cavity, pushing against the opening to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my tool was all the way up her pharynx and her back talk were embedded in my pubic fuzz. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, soft throat so my penis was just inside her lip, then ramming it all the way in to the deepness of her throat. I could see the thick bulge my prick made as it went down her pharynx, the bulge growing longer as the head went deeper and mystifying, then reversed the trip. Wow, this girl knew how to take up a rooster. I was getting the effective rich pharynx pecker sucking of my aliveness. I asked if she would unsay my cum, and she stopped, withdrew, and said, `` I do n't usually do that. '' I let it drop ; I was having too estimable a metre to try to convince her otherwise, as much as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no hurry, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my cock at full moon depth, sometimes when it popped out of her back talk, where she licked it hungrily with her clapper. The touch sensation started to swell deep 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 trail of the minutes and of how many prison term she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a longer time, letting me tranquillize back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the pleasure stratum would go a mountain pass gamey with every delay.

And then, just when I was feeling I had experienced it all, Alexis had a new thaumaturgy. With my rooster buried all the way down her throat, she held it there and began to squeeze it rhythmically, grasping it with her throat sinew then letting it go. Now she was pumping my hammer with her pharynx, gripping it in her velvet pharynx liner, not moving up and down, but just squeezing and releasing it in a compelling tempo. I was set up to cum

'' Stop, '' I said, knowing I was about to frivol away a huge load. I had another plan first. Alexis released my prick, wondering what I was up to.

Reaching into my air pocket I pulled out a quip pipe. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big chunk of whiteness rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was ready to discharge up. Out came the ignitor, the organ pipe went into my mouth, and I was ready. I fired up the lighter and held the flame in front of the end of the pipe, beginning a slow unshakable draw as the gap popped and sizzled. I sucked in the duncish clean smoking that filled the pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my cock again and repeating the rhythmical squeezing with her throat sinew. 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 peak of my climax to the pinnacle of a shot high up. My ears rang, fireworks exploded in my brain, and I was propelled to another airplane of delight, a high I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my putz with her pharynx, my shaft grew even harder, and my balls tightened against the bottom of my shaft, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, glob after clump after glob shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after climax as I came and came and came until my testis were drained.

As I lay back in a stunned swoon of delight, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her pharynx. She had let the viscid globs of cum drip down into her mouth, then released by spent appendage. She sat up with a chuckle, and opened her sass to exhibit me the white sticky cum on her natural language. She swirled it around, let it begin to run down her clapper, then sucked it back in and swallowed the warhead. She let out a throaty chuckle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your load. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the pipe, which was fully of thick-skulled brown resin in the chore boy and dripping down the stem turn. She took the tube and put it in her rima oris, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the crack until it became white sess. I watched as the glass metro filled with the white smoke, which she sucked down her cum-coated throat and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her brim to mine, opened her backtalk and blew a slow steady stream of crack roll of tobacco into my lip as I inhaled. The fastball was cherubic and slightly medicinal on my spit. I held my breath, and again the bells rang and I was transported into hire-purchase land .