I spotted the tall, thin blond girl sitting on the recession 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 date. I turned the corner and pulled to the check about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. near. She got into the car and I drove about a mile to get away from the hot pickup spot, then pulled over to the bridle. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall - probably over 6 feet. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't look wasted by a drug-based life manner : her cutis was percipient, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but hearty, not a sting figure. She had ash blonde hair that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a great smile. Her name was Alexis.

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

'' Now you, '' she said, so I unzipped my pants. She reached inside and gently grasped my rapidly growing turncock. `` Ooh my, decent and big, just the way I like it. '' We discussed the menu, with appetizer, entrance and afters and their prices. Everything was sensible, so I selected the blow job selection. We drove to my preferent spot, which was good and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and undid my jeans, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her left manus. It was growing harder by the minute, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her mouth closed over my cock and slid it deep into her mouth, then back out again, up and down at a sluggish, leisurely pace.

Soon my peter had reached its full length, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me deep into her oral fissure, pushing against the hatchway to her pharynx, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my pecker was all the way up her throat and her lips were embedded in my pubic hair. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, diffuse throat so my penis was just inside her mouth, then ramming it all the way in to the profoundness of her throat. I could see the thick gibbousness my cock made as it went down her throat, the bulge growing longer as the head went abstruse and deeper, then reversed the trip. Wow, this young lady knew how to suck a pecker. I was getting the best deep throat putz suck of my life story. 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 very much as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no rush, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my cock at full depth, sometimes when it popped out of her mouth, where she licked it hungrily with her natural language. The smell started to swell recondite inside me, as my load began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the feelings subside, then resumed to slowly land the sperm up again. I lost rails of the transactions and of how many clock time she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a longer time, letting me calm back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the pleasure stratum would go a nick higher with every delay.

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

'' stopover, '' I said, knowing I was about to shoot a huge consignment. I had another program first. Alexis released my pecker, wondering what I was up to.

reaching into my pocket I pulled out a crack pipe. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big ball of Edward White rock on top of the job boy at the end, and melted it down so it was gear up to fire up. Out came the lighter, the pipe went into my mouth, and I was ready. I fired up the lighter and held the flaming in front of the end of the pipe, beginning a dull steady draw as the crack popped and sizzled. I sucked in the thick white roll of tobacco that filled the pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my stopcock again and repeating the rhythmic squeezing with her throat muscles. I could n't put it off any longer - I was going to get NOW. Then the crack hit. As I let out the thick roll of tobacco, I was blasted from the height of my orgasm to the peak of a crack high-pitched. My ears rang, fireworks exploded in my brain, and I was propelled to another planer of pleasure, a high up I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my hammer with her throat, my cock grew even harder, and my formal tightened against the buns of my shaft, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, clod after glob after chunk shooting up into her. I was shattered by coming after orgasm as I came and came and came until my balls were drained.

As I lay back in a astounded swoon of delectation, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her pharynx. She had let the sticky chunk of cum drip down into her sassing, then released by spent member. She sat up with a chortle, and opened her mouth to establish me the ashen mucilaginous cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, let it originate to run down her tongue, then sucked it back in and swallowed the burden. She let out a throaty chuckle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your cargo. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the pipework, which was entire of wooden-headed brownish rosin in the chore boy and dripping down the prow. She took the pipe and put it in her mouth, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the fracture until it became white smoke. I watched as the glass tube filled with the ovalbumin smoke, which she sucked down her cum-coated throat and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her backtalk to mine, opened her mouth and blew a obtuse truelove stream of crack smoke into my lip as I inhaled. The dope was angelical and slightly medicinal on my natural language. I held my breath, and again the Alexander Melville Bell rang and I was transported into never-never realm .