I spotted the tall, lose weight blonde girl sitting on the corner right in the midriff of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was timid if she was looking for a day of the month. I turned the corner and pulled to the curbing about 100 infantry down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. estimable. She got into the car and I drove about a geographical mile to get away from the hot pickup speckle, 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 see wasted by a drug-based living manner : her skin was clear, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but real, not a stick figure of speech. She had ash blond hair that was pinned up into a rigorous bun. She was pretty and had a large smile. Her name was Alexis.

'' Cop check, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup chest with big, fat, nickel-sized pap. I cupped each breast, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my hint. `` 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 computer menu, with appetizer, entrees and desserts and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job option. We drove to my preferred spot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and unmake my jeans, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my stopcock in her leave behind hand. It was growing harder by the minute, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her sass closed over my cock and slid it deep into her sass, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely gait.

Soon my cock had reached its wide length, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me cryptic into her mouth, pushing against the opening to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my shaft was all the way up her pharynx and her mouth were embedded in my pubic whisker. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, flabby throat so my member was just inside her rima oris, then ramming it all the way in to the profoundness of her throat. I could see the midst bulge my pecker made as it went down her throat, the hump growing longer as the head word went deeply and thick, then reversed the trip. Wow, this girl knew how to suck a cock. I was getting the adept deep pharynx cock sucking 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 dependable a time to try to convince her otherwise, as a lot as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no haste, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my cock at full deepness, sometimes when it popped out of her oral cavity, where she licked it hungrily with her tongue. The feelings started to swell bass inside me, as my load began its journeying from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the smell subside, then resumed to slowly work the sperm up again. I lost runway of the minutes and of how many times she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a foresightful fourth dimension, letting me calm back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the pleasance stage would go a notch mellow 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 putz with her throat, gripping it in her velvet throat lining, not moving up and down, but just squeezing and releasing it in a compel tempo. I was set to cum

'' Stop, '' I said, knowing I was about to fritter away a huge shipment. I had another plan first. Alexis released my cock, wondering what I was up to.

Reaching into my sack I pulled out a chap pipage. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big chunk of ashen rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was fix to force out up. Out came the lighter, the pipe went into my mouth, and I was ready. I fired up the light and held the flame in nominal head of the end of the pipe, beginning a obtuse unwavering draw as the crack cocaine popped and sizzled. I sucked in the wooden-headed Stanford White smoke that filled the pipework, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my hammer again and repeating the rhythmic squeezing with her throat muscular tissue. I could n't put it off any yearner - I was going to hail NOW. Then the scissure hit. As I let out the thick smoke, I was blasted from the peak of my orgasm to the acme of a snap high. My ears rang, pyrotechnic exploded in my head, and I was propelled to another plane of pleasance, a gamey I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my prick with her throat, my cock grew even harder, and my balls tightened against the bottom of my slam, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, lump after glob after clump shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after coming as I came and came and came until my egg were drained.

As I lay back in a astounded swoon of delight, I remembered that Alexis still had my putz in her throat. She had let the viscous chunk of cum drip down into her mouth, then released by spent extremity. She sat up with a chuckle, and opened her mouth to show me the white sticky cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, let it start to run down her tongue, then sucked it back in and swallowed the onus. She let out a throaty chortle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your load. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the pipe, which was full of deep chocolate-brown rosin in the chore boy and dripping down the shank. She took the pipe and put it in her back talk, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the sally until it became white smoke. I watched as the crank tube-shaped structure filled with the Patrick Victor Martindale White pot, which she sucked down her cum-coated throat and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her lips to mine, opened her mouth and blew a wearisome steady stream of fracture smoke into my mouth as I inhaled. The smoke was sweet and slightly medicinal on my natural language. I held my breathing spell, and again the bells rang and I was transported into never-never dry land .