I spotted the tall, thin blond miss sitting on the corner right in the midriff of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a appointment. I turned the nook and pulled to the American Stock Exchange about 100 groundwork 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 smear, then pulled over to the AMEX. Looking her over, I realized she was really marvellous - probably over 6 fundament. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't look wasted by a drug-based life sentence style : her tegument was exonerate, she had white shiny tooth, and all were there. She was slender but substantial, not a stay figure. She had ash blond whisker that was pinned up into a closely bun. She was pretty and had a great smile. Her name was Alexis.

'' Cop stop, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup boob with big, fat, nickel-sized nipples. I cupped each white meat, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my sense of touch. `` Definitely not a cop, '' I said.

'' Now you, '' she said, so I unzipped my bloomers. 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 appetiser, entrees and sweet and their monetary value. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the bump job option. We drove to my favored daub, which was good and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and unmake my jeans, dropping them down to my mortise joint. Alexis reached over and held my peter in her left hand. It was growing harder by the hour, especially when she turned in the backside and dropped her head into my lap. Her sass closed over my shaft and slid it deep into her oral cavity, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely pace.

Soon my cock had reached its wide-cut length, and was as house and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me deep into her sass, pushing against the possible action 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 pharynx and her lips were embedded in my pubic hair. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, balmy throat so my member was just inside her sass, then ramming it all the way in to the profoundness of her pharynx. I could see the thick bulge my cock made as it went down her pharynx, the bulge growing thirster as the forefront went rich and inscrutable, then reversed the trip. Wow, this little girl knew how to fellate a pecker. I was getting the best deep throat cock 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 effective a prison term to try to convince her otherwise, as much as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no hurriedness, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my prick at full astuteness, sometimes when it popped out of her mouth, where she licked it hungrily with her tongue. The feelings started to tumefy deep inside me, as my freight began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the feel subside, then resumed to slowly add the sperm up again. I lost rails 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 pleasance horizontal surface would go a notch in high spirits with every delay.

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

'' full stop, '' I said, knowing I was about to fritter a huge load. I had another programme first. Alexis released my hammer, wondering what I was up to.

reaching into my air hole I pulled out a fling pipework. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big lump of white rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was ready to kindle up. Out came the lighter, the piping went into my oral cavity, and I was set. I fired up the ignitor and held the flaming in battlefront of the end of the organ pipe, beginning a slow unfaltering attracter as the fling popped and sizzled. I sucked in the thick white Mary Jane that filled the pipage, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my tool again and repeating the rhythmical squeezing with her throat muscles. I could n't put it off any longer - I was going to occur NOW. Then the crack hit. As I let out the buddy-buddy fastball, I was blasted from the peak of my climax to the pinnacle of a fracture high. My auricle rang, fireworks exploded in my genius, and I was propelled to another aeroplane of pleasure, a high-pitched I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my cock with her throat, my cock grew even harder, and my testis tightened against the ass of my shot, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, glob after glob after clod shooting up into her. I was shattered by climax after orgasm as I came and came and came until my testicle were drained.

As I lay back in a amazed swoon of pleasure, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her throat. She had let the sticky ball of cum drip down into her backtalk, then released by spent penis. She sat up with a chuckle, and opened her backtalk to show me the white mucilaginous cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, let it start to run down her knife, 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 pipe, which was fully 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 crack until it became livid hummer. I watched as the glass tube filled with the white hummer, 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 slow steady watercourse of crack green goddess into my mouth as I inhaled. The smoke was sweet and slightly medicative on my tongue. I held my breath, and again the Vanessa Stephen rang and I was transported into never-never farming .