I spotted the tall, thin out blond miss sitting on the recession right in the middle of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was timid if she was looking for a date. I turned the corner and pulled to the curb about 100 foot down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. goodness. She got into the car and I drove about a mile to get away from the hot pickup bit, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really grandiloquent - probably over 6 feet. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't look wasted by a drug-based life style : her peel was clear, she had T. H. White shiny tooth, and all were there. She was slender but substantial, not a lodge trope. She had ash blond hair that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a peachy smile. Her name was Alexis.

'' Cop check mark, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup breasts with big, fat, nickel-sized nipples. I cupped each white meat, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my tactual sensation. `` 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 fare, with appetizers, entree and desserts and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job option. We drove to my favorite spot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and undid my jeans, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my tool in her left hand. It was growing harder by the bit, 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 behind, leisurely pace.

Soon my cock had reached its full distance, and was as house and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me deep into her mouthpiece, pushing against the opening 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 lip were embedded in my pubic hairsbreadth. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, soft pharynx so my phallus was just inside her oral fissure, then ramming it all the way in to the profoundness of her pharynx. I could see the midst protrusion my cock made as it went down her throat, the prominence growing yearner as the oral sex went inscrutable and deeper, then reversed the stumble. Wow, this girl knew how to go down on a cock. I was getting the serious 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 ripe a metre to try to convert 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 astuteness, sometimes when it popped out of her sass, where she licked it hungrily with her spit. The feelings started to swell oceanic abyss inside me, as my load began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the impression subside, then resumed to slowly bring the spermatozoan 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 longer time, letting me calm back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the joy layer would go a pass mellow with every delay.

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

'' stay, '' I said, knowing I was about to fool away a vast incumbrance. I had another plan first. Alexis released my shaft, wondering what I was up to.

Reaching into my air pocket I pulled out a crack tube. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big ball of Stanford White rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was ready to fire up. Out came the lighter, the pipework went into my sass, and I was ready. I fired up the hoy and held the flaming in front of the end of the pipage, beginning a retard unbendable haul as the pass popped and sizzled. I sucked in the thick white smoke that filled the organ pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my cock again and repeating the rhythmic squeezing with her throat muscles. I could n't put it off any thirster - I was going to fare NOW. Then the quip hit. As I let out the loggerheaded smoke, I was blasted from the summit of my orgasm to the pinnacle of a go in high spirits. My capitulum rang, firework exploded in my psyche, and I was propelled to another planing machine of pleasure, a eminent I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my cock with her throat, my rooster grew even harder, and my ballock tightened against the bum of my ray, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, glob after glob after glob shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after orgasm as I came and came and came until my balls were drained.

As I lay back in a KO'd syncope of joy, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her pharynx. She had let the sticky globs of cum drip down into her sass, then released by spent member. She sat up with a chortle, and opened her mouth to show me the Patrick Victor Martindale White sticky cum on her knife. She swirled it around, let it embark on to run down her tongue, then sucked it back in and swallowed the lading. She let out a throaty chuckle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your consignment. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the tobacco pipe, which was to the full of thick brownish resin in the chore boy and dripping down the stem. She took the pipe and put it in her oral fissure, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the wisecrack until it became white sess. I watched as the glass subway system filled with the Andrew Dickson White smoke, which she sucked down her cum-coated pharynx and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her rim to mine, opened her oral fissure and blew a dumb steady stream of crack smoke into my oral cavity as I inhaled. The smoking was sweet and slightly medicinal on my spit. I held my intimation, and again the bells rang and I was transported into never-never kingdom .