blonde blowjob blindfoldBrad groaned and sat back in his chair. “Never expect the Spanish Inquisition,” he whispered.

“Do you always quote Monty Python while getting a blowjob from a stunning blonde?” Melinda asked with her blue eyes staring up at him past the erection she held in her left hand.

Brad was not a fan of blondes, normally, so he thought to question the word ‘stunning’. Watching her bright red painted lips slip back over the tip of his erection, however, had him thinking twice. “Nothing wrong with quoting the Pythons. However, I might be quoting John Hannah from Sliding Doors, too.”

“I don’t care.” Her blonde curls fell forward as she took him very deep with the next run.

He glanced around to make sure they were still alone.

The surrounding tables were all set but empty this early in the evening, and awaiting the late night foodies to arrive. For now, Brad was offering the only meal in the place. “You don’t like the Pythons?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said with a grin. Her fist was wrapped around his erection and she shook it at him as though some sort of threat. “I’m kinda busy here.”

“Right, sorry. I don’t want to distract from…oh fuck yeah!” His body wanted to squirm in over sensory pleasure, but he held fast. “I don’t think most women realize how powerful a tongue on the balls is. Yeah, just like…oh boy…that.”

Melinda grinned. “Just like this?”

“Fuck me, yes.”

“No worries, babe, we’ll get to fucking you. That is what I’m here for.”

“When I suggested a playdate on Meater, I didn’t actually expect…oh fuck…”

“What, that the girl on the other end of the app was horny and likes cock? And you do have a nice cock.” Her eyes ran along its veiny length. “You don’t mind that I’m using you?”

“Using me?” he whimpered.

She shrugged. “You’re not my type. Though the restaurant idea is beautifully kinky. That’s worth the blowjob, alone.”

“No worries, we’ve established you prefer Adonis somewhere in public.”

She giggled. “But your cock is big…and tastes fantastic.”

“Fuck!” His eyes met hers. “No one expects the tongue on the tip.”

That same tongue he referenced licked Melinda’s lips. “The Python boys never said that.”

“No, they really should have, though. Maybe they need a blowjob.” Brad let his head lull back. “Your type, or not, please feel free to use me anytime.”

“Good boy,” she whispered and rose up from her knees to stand. Peeling her black tights down, she eyed the cock again. “This is going to please me more than it will please you.”

“Is that a dare?” He grinned up at her. Remembering where they were, his eyes searched around again confirming they were alone.

She spread her legs open enough to step around his knees. “You’re a good size and this will be a tight…holy fuck…”

He grabbed her hips and pulled. “I know, eh?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her lips to his left ear. “Fuck you, you’re not your type.”

“Who the hell cares? Fuck me all you like.”

She lifted and audibly sighed before lowering and fully sheathing him. “Types were meant to be broken.”

“Good girl,” he whispered and kissed her.

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