She saw his bulge the second he walked into the bar. Tight jeans, thick outline pressing against the zipper, and she knew right then she wanted that cock in her mouth. No small talk, no games. She bought him a shot, leaned in close, and whispered, "I want to suck your dick until you cum down my throat." He didn't hesitate. They left five minutes later.
In the parking lot behind the building, she pushed him against the side of his truck. Her hands went straight to his belt, yanking it open, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. His cock sprang out, already half-hard and heavy. She wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed, feeling it throb and grow thicker in her grip.
"Fuck, you're big," she said, voice low and rough. She spit on the head and rubbed it in with her thumb, then dropped to her knees on the gravel. No hesitation. She opened wide and took the head between her lips, sucking hard right away. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside as she bobbed forward, taking more of him each time.
He groaned above her and grabbed her hair, not pushing yet, just holding on. She worked him sloppy on purpose, letting spit run down his shaft and drip off her chin. Every few strokes she pulled off to lick the full length, dragging her tongue from balls to tip, then slapped his cock against her cheek before swallowing him again. She relaxed her throat and pushed deeper, taking him until her nose pressed against his stomach and she gagged once, hard, tears springing to her eyes.
"Jesus, that's it," he muttered. "Suck that fucking cock."
She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. One hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the rest, fast and wet. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked with steady pressure, twisting her wrist on every upstroke. Saliva coated everything. It ran down her neck and soaked the front of her shirt. She didn't care. All she wanted was to feel him pulse and unload.
She switched to long, deep strokes, taking him into her throat again and again. Each time she held him there a second longer, letting him feel how tight and hot it was. When she pulled back for air, strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening cock. She looked up at him with wet eyes and smiled, then went right back down.
His breathing got ragged. His hand tightened in her hair. "I'm getting close," he warned.
She didn't slow down. She went faster, bobbing her head in quick, greedy motions, jerking the base with a tight fist. Her tongue flicked the sensitive spot just under the head every time she rose. She could taste the first hint of pre-cum, salty and slick. It made her hungrier. She wanted the full load.
He cursed and started thrusting into her mouth, short and rough. She took it, letting him fuck her face while she kept sucking. Her free hand reached down to cup his balls, rolling them gently, then tugging just enough to push him over.
He grunted hard and shoved deep. His cock swelled on her tongue and the first thick spurt hit the back of her throat. She swallowed without pulling off, taking every pulse as he emptied himself. Hot cum flooded her mouth in heavy shots. Some leaked out the corner of her lips, but she kept swallowing, milking him with her hand and tongue until he stopped twitching.
When he finally softened, she licked him clean, slow and thorough, catching every drop. She tucked him back into his jeans, zipped him up, and stood. Her knees were scraped, her chin was wet, and her throat felt used in the best way.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
He just nodded, still catching his breath.
She walked back into the bar smiling, already thinking about the next time she'd drop to her knees and do it all over again.
