I made it just over two weeks before I couldn’t stand it any longer. I just had to have it at any cost. I cruised down the main strip, my little red Dodge Viper eating up the miles, the engine ramping and purring, while my eyes scanned over the sidewalks.
Car horns blared, fingers raised, yet I didn’t care, I know there has to be one down this street. The light turned red, coasting to a roll, my eyes narrowed, scanning. There! There was one just a half a block down the street.
I watched the lights of the crossing traffic, waiting for their yellow, when it flashed I revved the engine and floored the gas, the tires squealed, the smell of burning rubber wafted through my window.
Pulling the car over to the curb, I popped the clutch, set the parking brake and cut the engine, before removing the keys from the ignition. Stepping out of the car, my little red heals, clicked against the pavement.
Wolf whistles and cat calls, followed my every move, a group of five maybe six young men, well boys really, turned in unison to watch me approach. One tall lean black guy stepped out in front, a baseball cap turned sideways, his oversized clothing bunching and slipping, defying gravity.
“Whas’ up lil’ chicky? Ya look’n for some brown sugar?” His pink tongue darted out to lick his full brown lips.
I smiled crookedly, looking him up and down, my eyes narrowing. My eyes scanned over the rest of the group, they all looked pretty much the same. Shaking my head, I smile fully, “Sorry honey, you’re not rich enough for me.”
Snickers and murmurs rise amongst the group as I step around the kid, whom I presume is the leader. The small group parts down the middle allowing me to pass. I reach out to open the door, but a dark brown hand beats me to it.
“Allow me, Miss.”
I turn my head, my eyes meeting a pair of dark brown eyes that shown almost black, I smiled my appreciation, “Thank you…”
“Jarmain.”
“Why thank you Jarmain.”
He winked giving me the once over, “The pleasure is all mine.”
I stepped inside, the cold chill of the air instantly perking my nipples inside my silk bra. The fabric scrapping against my hardened nipples caused my breasts to ache. Yeah, it’s been way to long; it’s time for my fix.
A deep young voice wafted from the back room. “I’ll be there in a sec.”
Glancing around the room, I’m pleasantly surprised to find it vacant. Turning back to the board in front of me, I scanned, my eyes shining in anticipation and need until I finally spotted it.
“See anything you like?”
My blue eyes sparkling, my gaze shifts over to the young guy that just came from the back. I judged him to be about seventeen, a deep summer tan and tall, probably around six foot, dark brown hair, somewhere between that really-cute-and-going-to-be-knock-out-sexy-in-a-couple- of-more- years- look. Moistening my pink lips, my eyes scan over him hungrily, “Yes, I do.”
His brown eyes widen, a blush tinges the tips of his ears. Standing up taller, he gives me a boyish grin, his eyes dropping down to my cleavage, his bravado fading quickly, “What can I get for you?”
Laughing softly, I lean over the counter, so my blouse opens and reveals the soft curve of my breasts, “I’ll take a hot fudge sundae,” my eyes devour him once more. “Extra hot fudge, with whipped topping.”
He leans a hip against the counter, apparently his bravado quickly returning, “Would you like nuts on that?”
Smiling, I glance down at the hard ridge of his straining cock pushing against the fabric of his jeans. “On the side if it’s all right with you.”
Clearing his throat, he stood up straight, “Our motto is: Whatever the customer wants.”
My gaze leisurely trailed up the front of his dark blue cotton shirt, reading his name tag I give him a wink, “I’ll keep that in mind Scott. By the way, would you have a phone I could borrow, my cell phone died.”
Scrunching his face, Scott shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t know. It’s against company policy.”
Batting my eyes, I gave him my best innocent look, “You wouldn’t want me to be stranded now would you?” I whispered huskily.
“No, of course not, come on around.” He stepped back, motioning for me to follow him.
I smiled, “You’re a doll.”
Scott led me down a short hallway, before stopping just outside an open door, reaching in he flicked the switch on the wall, a bare bulb in the ceiling illuminating a tiny room, cramped full with a metal desk and two large cream colored filing cabinets. “Have a seat, just push line one to dial out.”
Smiling I slipped past him, my breasts accidently brushing his arm, “Thank you! You all alone here?”
He glanced around nervously, speaking in a hushed tone, “The assistant manager had to make a quick run. Said he’d be back before eight.”
I sat down in the warn-out secretarial chair, “It’s not safe for only one employee to be on duty. You’re what… seventeen?” I stated in a matter of fact voice, while picking up the phone.
“I’m eighteen and it’s no sweat, I can handle it.”
Smiling over my shoulder, I punched in the number, “I’m sure you can.”
“I’ll go make your sundae.”
I waved at him in acknowledgement.
*****
I had just put down the receiver when Scott appeared in the doorway, “I thought maybe you’d like to eat this while you were on the phone.”
Groaning in anticipation, I took Scott’s hand, the one that held the sundae, pulling him into the tiny room with me, “Thank you, this is just what I needed.” Looking down at the sundae my lower lip puckered into a pout.
“Didn’t I make it like you asked?”
I looked up at him from lowered lashes, “No nuts?”
“Oh yeah!”
I reached out and put a restraining hand on one of his lean hips, “There’s no need to leave.” Setting the sundae down on top of the desk, I clasped his other hip with my free hand, turning him so his zipper was level with my mouth, while glancing up to gage his reaction. “I think these will do just fine.”
He swallowed, his breathing quickening to a pant, his face pinched with a nervous strain.
I dropped my hands down to my lap. “You needn’t be afraid, Scott, we don’t have to do this.”
He sucked in a breath, his eyes, narrowing, puffing out his chest, “I’m not afraid, it’s not like it’s my first time.”
I gave him a sultry grin, “I’m sure it isn’t.”
He glanced out the door, looking first left then right, “I just don’t want to get caught.”
I sat back, crossing one leg over the other, my short skirt hiking up enough to reveal the top of my black garter belt. “A little danger only heightens the senses, Scott.”
His chin jutted out in determination while reaching for the button of his fly, unhooking the button he tugged the zipper down, and then shoved his jeans and underwear down his thighs. He went to lean against the desk to remove his shoes.
Leaning forward, I reached out to stay his hands, “You can leave the shoes and jeans on,” grasping his hardened cock between my hands, a gently squeezed, “this is all I need.”
Scott stiffened and moaned as I began to rub my hand up and down his silken length.
I cupped his sac with one hand, massaging the soft pliable balls, while pumping up and down with the other, gently twisting the skin when I got closer to the crown.
He shuddered, his face contorting in a combination of pleasure and pain.
I leaned forward a little further until I could take his cock into my moist mouth; my tongue flickered out to tease the little ridge of nerve endings on his most sensitive spot. I opened my mouth wide enough to suck him further into my mouth, my tongue flicking and licking on the way down before suctioning on the way back up.
“Ah!” He sucked in another breath, his hips jerking in response.
Reaching over I grabbed the spoon out of the sundae, making sure to have an equal amount of hot fudge and ice-cream. Smearing it on the tip of his cock, Scott yelped, jumping back in surprise, “I take it you’ve never had sundae stick before?”
He shuddered, shaking his head no.
I grinned up at him, my eyes never leaving his face as I bent forward to lick at the sundae dessert dripping from his heated cock, opening my mouth I inserted his cock once again, closing around the crown to suck and lick until the head was clean.
Pulling back, I repeated the process once again, making sure to smear the sundae all around the head and the shaft this time, before sucking his cock clean once again.
Scott braced his hands against one of the filing cabinets and the door frame, his hips jerking uncontrollably.
Cupping and massaging his sac, I continued to suck on the head of his cock while my other hand pumped up and down his shaft.
He stiffened and groaned just as his cum squirted in my mouth.
Sucking down hard on his shaft I bobbed my head up and down, milking him dry.
Scott slumped against the filing cabinet, quivers still rocking his body.
I leaned back in the chair, a satisfied smile on my lips. Reaching over the desk I grabbed a napkin to delicately wipe my mouth, before wadding it in a ball and tossing it in the trash. I stood up, reached into my bra and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to Scott I smiled my appreciation, “Thank you, I haven’t had one of those for a little over two weeks now. I thought for sure I was going break my old record,” Cupping his chin in my hand, I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “maybe next time.” I whispered sauntering out the door.
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