Chapter 2

It was nighttime, and I could hear them talking in the kitchen before dinnertime. I was lying down, drowsy from my afternoon nap, but I suddenly sat up because I’d just come up with a quick plan.

“Mom, do you have any pads?” I yelled from inside my room.

From the way her voice got louder, it sounded like she was walking toward my room.

“You’re gonna start your period again?”

“I don’t know, I’ve got cramps, and I’m all out of whack.” I put on a totally fake look of distress.

“I don’t have any, honey. You need to be more careful — you used up all of mine. Mine’s not due for another two weeks. Want me to ask him to pick some up?”

“I’m embarrassed, Mom!” My face flushed, not from shame, but from what I planned to do to him.

“Want to go with him in the car to get some? I’ll give you the card.”

“Can you ask him to wait for me, please?” I said, like I was begging for mercy.

“Stop being so dramatic. It’s not the end of the world — put on some dark pants.”

“I’ll wear a dress, that’s better!” “A dress with no panties to steal your man.” I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud. My laugh was downright evil.

I walked past him and stopped by the door. My mom kissed him goodbye, and we left. I stayed quiet, pretending to be casual, but I knew he was uncomfortable.

“Take the stairs?” the pervy guy asked with ulterior motives.

“Elevator’s better,” I replied without even looking at him, ignoring his suggestion.

On the way, he tried some small talk, but I didn’t engage. After hitting the pharmacy and the store, we got back in the car to head home — both of us silent. I heard him take a deep breath to build up courage.

“You scared me today, girl…”

“Pull over in garage 3B.” I said it like an order.

It was the farthest garage — residents didn’t like it because it was always dark and far from the elevators. It only had spots for big cars and wasn’t busy. He found a dark spot and turned off the engine.

“Do you want to suck me, or should I suck you?”

“What?” His look was pure shock.

“Are you deaf? Answer, or we’re leaving!” I said, with my hand on the door lock, threatening to open it.

“I don’t know. You suck me… That could work…”

“Then pull out your cock — what are you waiting for?”

He looked around desperately — he was scared of the cameras. I knew there were cameras there and they might catch us; that was my plan. He fumbled with the knot on his shorts, trembling, and pulled them down, letting his soft, limp cock spring out. The musky scent of his sex filled the car right away. He was hung and thick-headed, an ugly, extremely crooked cock, but it’d do for me.

I tied my hair up in a bun with experienced calm and told him to hold it. My mouth filled with saliva for the job, and I leaned down. His glans was the first part that filled my mouth — I could taste the bitterness of his pre-cum already leaking. A low groan escaped his mouth, like he was calling on some Catholic saint for forgiveness. I sucked hard, twisting my head, then pulled off to say:

“Moan for me — I wanna hear you moaning, old man.”

His wet cock suffered under my tight, fast, precise handjob. I looked at him, feeling his reactions.

“Look at me — I won’t say it again.” I ordered.

With a wide mouth, I filled it with as much as I could and forced myself to gag to please him. When I paused for air, I looked at him again with a pitiful face. He didn’t see because he couldn’t even open his eyes — he used the backs of his hands to muffle his moans.

“Fuck, I told you to moan loud and look at me! I won’t say it again” — my order was a yell that scared him.

From tip to base, I sucked and licked — my hands never stopped jerking him off.

“When you’re gonna cum, warn me, got it, you dumb old man?” I snapped at him furiously, like he was some senile idiot who couldn’t understand.

It didn’t take long, and he tried to say through a garbled mess that he was gonna cum — his body gave the signs. I positioned his oversized head in my mouth and sucked slowly, letting him spill what I wanted. The first contraction of his dick didn’t give much, but the next ones shot a strong, hot, bitter jet that flooded my mouth and filled it completely. I was satisfied now.

Without letting a drop spill from my full mouth, I lunged at his face and kissed him forcefully, dumping his cum into his mouth. In shock or lust, he took it, staring at me wide-eyed with insane eyes.

“Swallow that cum — don’t spit! I wanna see you swallow. Go on!” I squeezed his cheeks and heard him gulp it down dry, all the load he’d dumped. “That’s it, don’t drool! Wipe your mouth now — ain’t it good to cum in someone else’s mouth?”

A sharp slap on his face ended our day. I grabbed my bag and headed out ahead to the elevator. He sat there for a while recovering, and I bet trying to make sense of what happened in the car.