Everyone has a price

– I’ll order a car,” John said, “I can’t drive anymore.
Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes S-Class pulled up to the door of the restaurant.
– Do you mind if I ride with you to your house, so to speak, to see you off? – John asked me.
– I do not mind, – I answered playfully.

We got into the car, and I noticed that inside it was not quite normal. There was a wall between the driver and the rear passengers, like in a limousine, and the cabin itself seemed longer compared to the classic model. The window in the partition was closed.

– Does he know where we’re going? – I asked.
– He knows, he’s been informed,” John answered me with a sly smile.

The black Mercedes pulled into the driveway and sped through the streets of the city at night.
My newfound benefactor was mysteriously silent. And I drunkenly tried to adjust my skirt, to save the remains of my decency. And then, he gently placed his hand on my knee and ran it down my thigh straight to my panties.

– Did you think I wouldn’t notice you were wearing stockings? And you’re well prepared,” he said with a look of lust.
– I was just, um…

When I tried to explain myself, he pulled my body toward him in a couple of quick movements and started kissing me on the lips. At that moment, something snapped in my head. All thoughts of Harry, of my parents, of the fact that it was time to go home, and of the fact that this process was beyond my morality were gone. In their place was a wild, animal desire for sex in the back of a fancy Mercedes. I pulled myself closer to John and actively began to respond to his kisses. His finger slid under the elastic band of my panties, heading for my pussy. A few seconds later, his phalanx was sliding over my soft labia, caressing my clit at the same time. My pussy didn’t hide my growing desire and was treacherously soggy under John’s caresses, and he clearly felt it.

When he was done with his pampering, he pushed all three phalanges of one finger sharply into my vagina. I pulled away from his lips, gasping for air with my mouth, trying to hold back the growing moans, but John took me by the throat and pulled me back to him. Wild pleasure spread through my body even without the hot cock inside me. Meanwhile, John was undoing his belt and the button on his pants with his other hand. He did this quite deftly so that in ten seconds I could already see his wiry cock. It was perfectly straight, with a big head, eight inches. It was the first time I’d ever seen a cock like that in person. He took his hand out of his lace panties, gathering my hair into a fist with it. Immediately thereafter, I felt his hand guide my head toward his penis. When my lips were almost on his cock, I smelled a pungent smell of sweat mixed with perfume and another scent unknown to me. It did not disgust me, but, on the contrary, aroused me wildly and eagerly. I slowly licked the head of his cock, and then slowly began to put my mouth on the giant.

– Oh, yeah, bitch! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t want to,” John murmured softly, pushing the back of my head so that I could swallow his cock deeper.