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Percy
Friday 10:22 Pm
My mystery man stands before me. His tall stature and the scent of his body is getting me hot and bothered. There’s no denying he’s a gorgeous man, even if I still can’t put my finger on his fucking face.
He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the side of my neck. I’m sure he can feel my heart beating in my throat. I can’t lie; I’m filled with adrenaline.
Whoishe? Why is the passion between us so strong?
He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging me a little to help loosen me up. He can sense my nerves and my tension and is doing a lovely job helping me let go.
“Mmmm, Persephone,” he says in a raspy voice, wrapping me in his embrace.
His tone is so sensual. I’m having a hard time trying not to jump his bones right now.
“I—I know what might loosen me up,” I suggest playfully and then wink at him, shifting the focus from my nerves to what we both want to happen.
“And what is that, kitten?” he asks.
He knows, but he just wants me to say it. To admit to him and myself that I want him, which, I really fucking do.
My chest is heavy, and my stomach is fluttering. Just as I start to feel a rush, he pulls my body tightly against his own and places a hand behind my head. His fingers curl against the base of my skull, forcing my face close to his.
He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together. I fight every urge I have not to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it would be.
“I want you, dammit,” I admit. “Let’s get to know each otherevenbetter.”
I’m feeling ballsy. I mean, without any boyfriend tying me down, why not push and see where this can go?
I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together in a searing kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.
I snap back to reality when he pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.
“On your knees!” he bellows.
His tone is eerily familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I’ve heard it before. I don’t even know how to respond, other than to do exactly what he wants.
Before I know it, I’m kneeling down, eye level with my mystery man’s crotch. His bulge is huge, and his jeans leave nothing to the imagination.
I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock.
I wait patiently for him to make a move. I want to rip his cock out right there and swallow it down my throat and hear him moan at me. But I know better.
Right there, in front of the window of the brothel, as neon signs glow around us, shining against our skin, he unbuckles and unzips his pants.
The anticipation of watching his pants open drive me wild. Moving slowly, he unbuttons his pants and moves his hands to his hips. Then, he slides his pants and his boxer briefs down.
Fully exposed in front of me, and at full attention, is Mystery Man’s long, thick cock. I lose my own control and pounce at it with my mouth.
As I suck him wildly, I can see a crowd drawing around the brothel window out of the corner of my eye. I never thought I’d have this story to tell one day: blowing a stranger in a brothel.
For one, I’m not getting paid for it.
I’m literally putting on a free show for everyone to see how the fuck you’re supposed to get it done. Consider it community service.
“Mmmm. Holy shit, girl,” I hear him moan in approval. “Get it nice and slick.”
