He made me go down on him. In the car, he whipped it out and then parked his car in the shade and got me to go down on him while he fingered me. I thought how cheap and skanky I was. In a business suit dress I had my garter belt and stockings on, and he had stripped my panties and bras off, and he was fondling me as I sucked on his cock. It was not the first time this happened to him.
"You must get off on it." I said between breaks.
"Maybe." He said as he continued to push my head down. I was going down on him in rapid pace and I could tell that he was getting excited.
By the time the job was done he was exhausted and happy and I was simply trying to find something to wipe the mess off.
"Let's go and grab a drink." He remembered my request of shooting the breeze. Even though half of the time after men had an orgasm, it would not be so exciting to talk. I followed him into a non descriptive bar, and we ordered a couple of drinks. I paid some. We talked about nothing for a while. I asked him to be my life coach and career counselor. I thought he'd be great because he and I were in the same field, and he was a prominent guy in my industry. He was older and looked his age. I had father issues so this worked out great. I wouldn't say sex was ever great with him, but I loved and craved for his attention because of my father issues.
We had to go on separate ways. I didn't really know what we'd do next, nor did I care. It was not important whether we saw each other again or not. But I did know his type. I had met many men of his type. They would eventually come back to me for short time comfort. I would never really fall for them.
It was a fun game. And it only took one to get bored, for the game to end.
"You must get off on it." I said between breaks.
"Maybe." He said as he continued to push my head down. I was going down on him in rapid pace and I could tell that he was getting excited.
By the time the job was done he was exhausted and happy and I was simply trying to find something to wipe the mess off.
"Let's go and grab a drink." He remembered my request of shooting the breeze. Even though half of the time after men had an orgasm, it would not be so exciting to talk. I followed him into a non descriptive bar, and we ordered a couple of drinks. I paid some. We talked about nothing for a while. I asked him to be my life coach and career counselor. I thought he'd be great because he and I were in the same field, and he was a prominent guy in my industry. He was older and looked his age. I had father issues so this worked out great. I wouldn't say sex was ever great with him, but I loved and craved for his attention because of my father issues.
We had to go on separate ways. I didn't really know what we'd do next, nor did I care. It was not important whether we saw each other again or not. But I did know his type. I had met many men of his type. They would eventually come back to me for short time comfort. I would never really fall for them.
It was a fun game. And it only took one to get bored, for the game to end.
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