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The first time I met him, I was very nervous. He had contacted me online because I needed money to buy books for my classes and he was frustrated because his wife didn't like to give him blowjobs. In all the times we met I never did find out his name, which is probably for the best. But that very first time we arranged to have him pick me up in his car and we'd go to a deserted parking lot for our business.
I wore a lowcut black dress that came almost down to my knees, white stockings to keep out the cold, and black heeled sandals. He pulled up at the corner in a black Jetta and asked if I was waiting for someone and let me into his car when I told him that I was. We drove for ten minutes without really talking at all until we got to a mall parking lot that was nearly empty.
"How does this work?" I asked him when we got there.
He laughed at me and said "I imagine I'm going to give you this envelope of cash and you're going to get on your knees and suck my cock. Then I'm going to give you a facial because it's your job to take one. When it's all said and done, I'll drop you off wherever you want."
I was a little embarrassed by his bluntness and didn't immediately take the envelope that he took off of his dashboard. He gave me a grin that made me feel degraded, humiliated, and turned on all at the same time and then tossed the envelope down on the floor of the car. When I still sat there, frozen, he used the power controls to move my seat back and clear out more room in the front of the car. "Get down there and pick up your pay," he said, "and then get to work." I obediently got down on my knees and took the envelope and stashed it in my purse. While I was doing so, he unzipped his pants and took his cock out.
I stared at his hardening member for a moment and then he took his hand and put it on the back of my head and started to pull me towards him. He wrapped his hand in my black, silky hair as I wrapped my lips around his cock. I slid down the length of his shaft and then back up to the tip. I looked up at him for approval but he had closed his eyes and was leaning back in his chair. I began to suck his dick.
My head started to slowly bob up and down in his lap. He let go of my hair as I started to go a little faster. I used one of my hands to stroke his rock hard shaft and the other to brush my hair out of my face. He spread his legs farther apart as I got more into going down on him. I started to think that this is my job now ... I'm getting paid for this so I'd better do the best I could.
I continued to suck his cock from the floor of his car. I guess it had been a long time since he had gotten his dick sucked because he started to cum after only a few minutes of what I hoped was the best blowjob he had ever gotten. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and tilted it so that I was looking up at him. With his other hand, he furiously stroked his cock as he started to have an orgasm. His first jet of cum streaked up my face, surprising me as it landed on me. He shot another load down the middle of my face and then another. His last load hit me on the chin and started to slide down my neck.
He finally let go of me and sank back into his chair, spent. I licked the last few drops of cum off of his cock and quietly zipped his pants back up. I started to climb back up into my seat, the whole time thinking "I'm a slut now". It seemed appropriate to think that as I could feel his warm cum starting to slide down my face. He opened the glove compartment and there was a washcloth in there for me to use to wipe his seed off of me, which I did as he started to drive me back to the corner where he picked me up.
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