College cock sucking slut offers to pay with my mouth
I have always loved designer clothes and, as some of you know, I’ve occasionally gone to extreme lengths to obtain them. When I was young I went through a phase of shoplifting. That ended when a store detective caught me and I had to buy my freedom with my pussy. He beat me with the leather belt that I tried to steal, which taught me a lesson. It also put an idea in my head. I was going to be a college cock sucking slut!
When I went to university in London I was on a tight budget. Rents in London can be even worse than Manhattan, and the cost of living was terrible. Despite my privileged upbringing, my parents wanted me to stand on my own two feet. I only had part-time work and had a lot of bills to pay. And I also had an overwhelming urge to buy expensive clothes. I expected the best of everything and soon learned I needed to be a college cock sucking slut to get what I wanted.
This college cock sucking slut often called into a fashion boutique off the King’s Road
It was only small but stocked some beautiful clothing. I got to know the owners, a married couple in their 40s. They gave me small discounts, and deals on ex-display stock. I used to flirt with the male owner and try to bargain over prices.
One afternoon, as I haggled over the price of some sexy killer heels, I told him that I would do anything to have them. He laughed at the tasty teen temptress before him and said, “No you wouldn’t.” We continued flirting and I started to get horny, like the college cock sucking slut I am!
It was too early for after-work shoppers and the boutique was quiet. “Give me the shoes and I’ll suck your cock.” He stood there like he hadn’t heard properly. Sometimes, men just don’t have a clue. I walked over to the door, turned the key in the lock, and flipped the sign round to say ‘closed’. Then I led him into the back room and pushed him into a chair. He was almost in a panic, babbling about his wife being due back anytime.
“If she comes back early, I’ll go down on her while you watch – and you can give me that black leather skirt.”
I obviously hit the right button with that offer as his cock bulged against his zip. For all my cool front, I really didn’t want his wife walking in on us. Apart from anything else, women are far more stingy when it comes to things like designer Italian shoes.
I was really horny now, and getting off on the danger. I roughly pulled his cock out and got straight to work, excelling in my role as a college cock sucking slut.
Normally I like to torment men, with slow kisses and some teasing tongue action
This wasn’t the moment, I sucked hard, bobbing my head up and down. Whenever I needed a break from sucking, I jerked him with a quick rhythmical motion. As I sucked, I swirled my tongue backward and forward. Even at that age, I could have put an old slut to shame when it came to pleasing men with my teenage mouth.
To his credit, he lasted at least three or four minutes before he started moaning and twitching. I knew he was trying to hold back and prolong the pleasure. Unfortunately for him, I had no mercy. I took his dick into the back of my throat and squeezed his balls hard with my fingertips. Almost choking, I pulled back and sucked the head of his cock with a fast up and down motion. It was too much for him. This college cock sucking slut had passed with flying colours!
As I swallowed his spurting cum, I sucked until he went limp and gently pushed my head away. When his wife returned fifteen minutes later, I sauntered past her in my new Italian killer heels and smiled sweetly…
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