Working Holiday Part Eighteen: Mechanical Trouble

He removed the leads from the contact points from the German machine. It was perfect. The throbbing sound emanating from the engine was music to his mechanically refined ears. The same way a musician could identify the sound of each instrument in an orchestra, he could easily distinguish between the sounds of the engines of the different cars that came into the shop. He had never seen this car before, but he knew a lot about it from its work record. It's owner took good care of it and Sean MacIntyre liked owners who took care of their cars. He closed the hood and listened for few moments more before reaching into the open window to turn the key and kill the engine.

It had been a rough couple of weeks in the shop. As one of the better German car mechanic shops in the city, they catered to a very wealthy clientele—a clientele that tended to make demands. They were short two guys so it was up to him and the other four mechanics to take care of everything that came in. With considerable effort, they completed all the orders on time, mostly by staying late and putting in overtime.

The manager, Jean Tremblay, was good to them. He would only ask them to work overtime if it was absolutely necessary and would always have a pizza delivered at 6:30. He didn't get a chain restaurant pizza either, but splurged for a gourmet pizza with delicious sourdough crusts and one imported German beer for every man. Overtime work was usually pretty fun as Jean would bring in his sound system and play a mix of swing and funk music to keep up their spirits.

Sean looked around the garage, it was spotless as usual. When he joined the garage six months earlier, one of the first rules he learned was that they treated the work space like an operating theater. Tools were laid out in advance, new parts were separated from old parts on trays, scrap and trash were immediately disposed in the proper bins and all spills were cleaned up as soon as possible. At first, Sean was annoyed with this policy when he was reprimanded for dropping some plastic wrap a few times. Now, whenever he visited another garage, he was appalled at the messy conditions. Yeah, it was a lot of work to keep the shop clean, but when a well-heeled client walked in, they were immediately impressed with the place and gladly turned over their cars to their care.

Jean made the rounds that morning asking everyone if they wouldn't mind sticking around a bit later. He wanted to reward the guys for their good work the last couple of weeks and promised beer and some entertainment. He later admitted that a client wanted to get a shot of his car in the garage. Sean had wondered why the little sports car had not been picked up the day before. Now he knew.

He removed the exhaust nozzle from the car's tailpipe and then used the wheeled jack to guide the car out through the garage doors. Another car was soon pulled out to make more room inside. The client, Sean recognized the guy as having at least two other cars, came in with Jean to look around. The photographer showed up right after. He had a pretty good looking babe with him, too. Sean cringed in realization that the shoot was not going to be of the fine automobile, but of the girl ... who would probably scratch the enamel paint job.

They pulled the black roadster into the middle of the garage and the photographer set up lights and got his camera ready. The client chatted with the girl. It was pretty obvious he was flirting with her and she was lapping it up. Guys with money like that, they always had hot girls chasing after them. Well, chasing after their money. This chic was no exception.

The photographer introduced himself and the girl, Rhiannon. She smiled, shook their hands and gave them a kiss on each cheek. She had a small nose and a small mouth and white skin with traces of freckles. She looked damn hot in a short skirt with high heels and tiny pink sweater. "Totally fuckable," Sean said to himself.

The photographer took a few shots of the car from different angles before getting the girl to pose. From across the room, Jean gestured to him with an open bottle of Holsten. Sean smiled as he walked over and took the proffered green bottle. They watched as the girl stood next to, then leaned on, the car. When she bent over to show her legs, Sean tried to maneuver behind the photographer to get a good look up her skirt.

By the time he was in a better position, the photographer called her over to show her the photos on the back of his camera. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but she seemed happy enough with the images. He was looked back at Jean talking to the other mechanics when the girl caught his attention again. She pulled off her sweater and dropped her skirt as casually as throwing away an empty beer bottle. She wore some sort of decorative lingerie set with a bra that left her pink nipples totally exposed. The cool breeze in the room had made them erect. He and the other mechanics grinned at her as she posed.

When the girl sat on the car's hood, he caught Jean's eyes. He shook his head at him and walked over. Jean new what he was thinking. "He's getting it painted next week; taking it back to the original green. Relax." Sean didn't like anyone messing with a car's finish and the black roadster looked good. On the other hand, if it was getting re-painted, big deal.

"Can we get you guys in a few shots?" the photographer asked. The guys put down their beers and stood around the car looking very uncomfortable. They worked on cars, they didn't pose beside them. The photographer positioned them in different spots and told them how to stand and where to look. He had them hold various tools for effect. They were supposed to look like bad-ass mechanics.

Actually, they were pretty bad-ass. Sean thought of himself as a fairly good looking guy and kept in good shape. Gus, the oldest of the crew at nearly fifty and the only German, looked like a Teutonic knight. Andre, wiry and furtive looking, could easily be cast as a bespectacled explosives expert in a made-for-TV movie. Henri had a fiery disposition that caused his brow to furrow over anything, including standing still for a photo shoot. Felipe, the only Latino and the shortest man in the shop, looked like a desperado when he was unshaven.

"Thanks guys!" the photographer said when he was done. They all went back to their beers and laughed about how they looked when the guy showed them the pictures in the back of the camera. Sean had to admit they looked pretty bad-ass. The girl had crowded in with them to look, too, and praised them all for their ability. It felt weird having her there in the shop wearing only her undies, but no one was complaining. It felt even weirder when she got naked.

The photographer told her to take off her underwear and she did so without a moment of hesitation. The men were treated to a little show as she danced around in front of and behind the car, then lay across the hood and then roof. Sean couldn't help being squeamish as her heels touched the enamel. "It's getting repainted," he kept reminding himself.

"Let's get the guys in again," the photographer said, sweeping his arms toward them. None of his co-workers hesitated to jump in the scene with the naked girl. He posed them all around the car and then directed the model to look sexy. He didn't need to tell her that, she was really into the shoot and oozing sensuality. Next he had them all line up shoulder to shoulder and hold the girl as she lay on her side. Sean's erection was doing its best to rip through his work pants as he held the girl's smooth legs.

He tried to set them up in a more staged shot, all the guys standing around the model, but the photographer thought it looked too awkward. So, he stood Gus at the front of the car and had the model wrap herself around him. The old German was totally in his element, a wolfish grin spread over his face as she rubbed against him and made like she was whispering in his ear. At the photographer's instruction, she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand over his chest. "Ho, ho!" he boomed, "You don't start what you don't finish!"

Without missing a beat, she slid her hand into his pants and grabbed his package. She wasn't just playing, putting her hand there, she was actually fondling his goods. Gus just continued looking at the camera as the photographer continued to shoot. "Can I have two guys?" she asked after a moment?

Sean noticed Felipe and Andre glance at each other and start raising their hands. "Hell, I'll do that," Henri said as he stepped forward into the shot. He had a weird half smile and half frown on his face. The two men were instructed to loosen their belts and stand on either side of the model. She turned her back to the camera and shoved her hands down the pants of the men. Sean was envious of his coworkers because it was pretty clear the girl was fondling them, not just holding them. She turned her face back to the camera for a few shots then she turned around completely and put her hands back in their pants.

"I think those guys are jealous," she said, looking over at Sean and his other coworkers.

"You're right, let's get two other guys." Sean was slow off the mark while Felipe and Andre shot forward. As he stepped away, Gus gave the girl's ass a squeeze and she squealed. The two other guys loosened their belts and got into position. Sean stuck his hands in his pockets to hide his frustrated boner. "Get over there," the photographer said, gesturing to him. Sean looked perplexed, not knowing where to stand in the tableau. "Rhiannon, face the camera first. You," he said to Sean, "stand behind her and hold her breasts or something."

He got behind Rhiannon and awkwardly tried to hold her breasts. He was barely touching her. "Get close to me," she said, "come on." He got pressed into her and she pushed her ass against his crotch. "Oh, you're glad to see me, too, eh?" Felipe laughed at this. Sean's hands cupped her breasts lightly, then firmly. The nipples were hard beneath his palms. Was he supposed to do something more?

Throwing caution to the wind, he pinched her nipples gently. "Yeah, that's it!" cried the photographer. "Play with her." Rhiannon murmured approval. His hands went from her breasts to her stomach then her hips and then arm across her breasts while the other hand slipped between her legs. She was clean shaven. She moaned when he discovered she was wet.

"Put it in me," she said. Sean complied without hesitation. "Let me taste it." She was almost whispering. He brought his finger to her mouth and she licked it then sucked it. The photographer continued to shoot. Felipe, seeing all this, turned to her and put his hand between her legs. Not to be left out, Andre turned and stroked the girl's breasts. Sean's hands went back to her hips and he boldly pressed his groin against her ass. He wanted to open his pants and impale her right there in front of everyone. Rhiannon moaned loudly.

She pulled her hands out of the other men's pants and dropped to her knees. She pulled open Andre's pants and started sucking his cock. Beside him, Felipe opened his pants and pulled them down. Not to be left out of the action, Sean followed suit. Rhiannon grabbed his cock and he damn near exploded. She pulled away from Andre and wrapped her lips around his cock. He steadied himself and thought carefully about the work he did on his last car; he was in desperate risk of ejaculating and needed to distract himself.

She stroked the two cocks in her hands and continued to suck him, her head bobbing back and forth. She took him deep into her throat, pressing her nose against his pelvis. She pulled out and turned her attention to Felipe. Gus was suddenly standing next to the girl, wearing only socks and work shirt, his cock sticking out beneath the fabric. She sensed him and grabbed his cock with her free right hand while stroking Sean with her left.

Just as Felipe started making a guttural noise, Rhiannon squealed and brought both of her hands to her mouth. She murmured and stroked Felipe's cock as he was apparently cumming in her mouth. She pulled back and said "Mmm, that's good," and gave his cock a few more sucks. Felipe's eyes were rolled back in his head and his mouth open in satisfaction. She let him go and pulled Gus's cock to her face. Henri stepped in to take Felipe's place and she grabbed his cock. That left Sean standing there with his dick facing the back of her head.

He squatted down behind her and ran his hands over her breasts then along sides to her ass. He cupped the firm mounds and let his finger drift toward her opening. Her lips were parted and she was gooey. He resisted dipping a finger inside and instead circled her clit with his fingertips. Rhiannon, her mouth full of cock, moaned in approval at what he was doing. God, he wanted to fuck her so bad.

Her worked one finger, then two, between her lips, probing as deep within her as he could. He worked them in and out the same way he would with his cock. His free hand rested on Rhiannon's soft stomach. He could feel her muscles move beneath his fingers as she bobbed her head on Gus's cock. The old man made an encouraging noise and started pulling her to her feet and off of Sean's fingers.

Sean rose to see what was going on. Gus was tearing open a condom packet. Where the hell did he get that? As he applied it to himself, he told Rhiannon to bend over the car. She stretched out on the hood and spread her legs wide. She was practically begging to be fucked. Gus gave her a slap on the ass and mounted her with a practiced ease. She moaned in delight.

Sean noticed that one of the prep tables was in easy reach of the team. On it was two half consumed beer bottles and a handful of condom packages. He glanced over at his manager. Jean caught his look and pointed to the table as if to say "Go for it, man!" Sean pulled his trousers off over his shoes and picked up one of the condoms.

When Gus pulled out of her, Sean was ready to go. She was still bent over the hood, looking totally vulnerable. Gus had loosened her nicely and Sean slid right in. She felt so good, so wet, so inviting, so warm, so good. With his cock as deep as it would go, he savored her for a few moments, taking in the car and her form stretched over the enameled metal. He began rocking his hips, thrusting in and out. The car shook as he hammered into her. With each thrust, she let out a little grunt of pleasure. He put his hands on her shoulders for support and rammed her hard. For five minutes he gave her everything he could and she was loving it.

When he was close to cumming, he slowed down and pulled out of her. As he stepped aside, Henri took his place and Rhiannon was not given a moment's rest.

On more than a few occasions, Sean had described his colleagues as "crazy fuckers" to friends and acquaintances. He had no idea just how right he was and how he could now include himself in that set.

Henri backed out of Rhiannon and moved her around to the back of the car. She bent over and stretched her arms to both sides of the car, embracing it.. As her hips were higher, she did not have to spread her legs quite as much. Henri went into her and put his hands on the car. In a weird perverted way, it looked like he was fucking the car as much as the girl. Knowing Henri, that was probably why he moved to the back of the vehicle. Sean smiled.

While the photographer did his best to get a few shots without interrupting the action, Jean and the client were laughing and talking while they watched the action. Sean wanted to go over and chat, but he felt, well, naked without his pants. He didn't want to leave the action either, so he redirected his attention to the model.

She was no longer pressed against the car. She stood bent over, taking Henri's dick from behind while sucking off Andre. One free hand was playing with Felipe's growing erection. Gus was rolling a creeper toward the car. When he arrived, he told Henri to get her to kneel down on the padded cart. She did so and Henri got on behind her, continuing where he left off. Felipe knelt on the floor in front of her and she went to work sucking him. When Henri grew tired, Gus mounted her again. Felipe got up to get a condom and Sean seized the opportunity to take his spot.

When Rhiannon wrapped her lips around his cock, he was afraid he would cum right away. He was so turned on watching her getting fucked by his buddies that he nearly blew it. He closed his eyes and distracted himself by thinking about the car and how well it could corner. Her lips and tongue were so soft. He remembered how she looked as she stood bent over the car hood waiting for him to penetrate her. He put one hand on her head. Her hair was as soft as it looked. She supported herself with one hand and use the other to play with his balls. He opened his eyes and watched as Gus, holding her hips tightly, slammed himself into her. The old guy really had energy.

Rhiannon had plenty of energy, too. Her dick-sucking enthusiasm was as strong as ever and she was going down on Sean with a well practiced hand and mouth. He so wanted to cum, but his desire to fuck her held him back.

Gus pulled out and it was Felipe's turn to enjoy her charms. He eased into her slowly. Rhiannon paused in her sucking to savor the moment. Once Felipe was pressed into her deeply, she resumed her work on Sean's cock. Felipe's eyes were closed and he had a big grin on his face. Sean decided he should get ready for his turn and left Rhiannon's mouth with considerable regret.

As he got the condom ready, he saw Andre lay on the floor in front of her, putting his legs on the creeper on either side of her. She had to bend over more to suck him off, but it looked more comfortable for her. Felipe slowed down and by the look on his face, it was obvious that he was cumming. When he eased out, Sean caught a glimpse of the small load swinging from the tip of the condom,.

Sean took his place behind Rhiannon. He resisted the urge to plunge straight into her, instead taking a moment to massage her labia and clit with his fingertips. He put a bit of spit on the end of his cock and gently pressed between her lips. Her flesh was so warm and inviting. He ran his hands along her smooth flanks and grabbed her hips for leverage. When he was deep inside her, he paused to enjoy the sensation before pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in. That was a well fucked pussy. Sean couldn't imagine how many men had been in her before him, but Rhiannon was every bit as tight as the inexperienced nineteen year old he fucked two weeks ago.

He looked down to admire her form, but really didn't want to risk seeing Andre sprawled out naked in front of her. So, he closed his eyes and ran his hands along her body, reaching down to play with her nipples. "Oh, yeah!" Andre moaned, "Here it comes, baby!" Rhiannon was taking long strokes as Andre popped in her mouth. She let out a bit of a moan herself and kept sucking as Andre kept saying "Oh, yeah! Yeah!" Eventually she slowed down and Andre moved out of the way.

Sean was close to orgasm again, but he did not want to cum in condom. He loved women who swallowed and wanted his load of semen to join the others in her stomach. He took a few more hard strokes and pulled out of her. He lay down in front of her and rolled off the condom. Rhiannon smiled at him and licked her lips. Sean smiled back. He looked behind her and noticed that Jean had decided to join the action, getting ready to take her from behind as he had just done.

Sean lay back and let her go to work on his cock. Many girls were reluctant about giving a guy a blow job, treating it more as a chore than anything. Here was a girl who loved to suck cock. Every stroke of her lips was a caress and she obviously enjoyed burying it deep in her throat. He thought about how good it would feel to erupt over her tongue and let her swallow his seed. When the orgasm came, he was unprepared. He had been holding back so long he but a moment's notice before the feeling in his loins told him it was coming. He managed a gruff "I'm cumming!" before spurting into her mouth.

She did not let up for even a moment, but continued to suck and swallow everything he gave her. He felt so damn good. He was so turned on that his erection did not subside. Rhiannon continued to suck him and he savored the feeling. His colleagues were waiting for him to move, however, so he took Rhiannon's face in his hands and lifted her away. She met his eyes and smiled. He winked and mouthed "Thank you" to her. She closed her eyes and smiled even more.

Sean got up and leaned on the car. Despite the amazing orgasm, he was ready to keep going! No one had taken his place in front of her. He was tempted to kneel down before her again and let keep sucking him. "Let's pick her up," Jean said to the men. there was a bit of confusion as Jean pulled Rhiannon to her feet. He didn't want to take her as she bent over, though. He had her turn around and wrap her legs around him.

Jean held her ass in his hands and just stood there fucking her. She put her arms around his neck and let her head fall back. Her hair fell like a cascade and bounced with every thrust from Jean's cock. She moaned then leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Was this his girlfriend? When their lips separated, Jean leaned into her ear and spoke. She listened and nodded and replied to whatever he was saying.

Jean slowed down then bent over to lower Rhiannon to the creeper. She lay on her back and he renewed his efforts, his weight supported by his knees and arms. The creeper kept rolling forward so Andre moved in and put his feet against the wheels. When it was clear that Jean was slowing, Henri moved in behind for his next turn. They made the swap quickly and Rhiannon was kept full.

Henri was not long inside her before he pulled her up and then rolled backwards so he was on his back and she was on top of him cowgirl style. She giggled during the transition but was soon happily getting fucked once more. Henri squeezed her ass and Sean was presented with a view of her rosebud asshole. Gus stood in front of her and she leaned over to suck him. Felipe came around again and she reached out to stroke him. Jean quickly stood to her left and she reached out to grab his cock, too. She now had one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one in each hand. One in the ass would have suited her pretty well, he though.

Sean liked the idea of having her astride him so when it looked like Henri was getting tired, he put on a condom and lay back on the creeper. Henri called for a break and Rhiannon stood up. She saw Sean there and said, "Oh, I want to go for a ride!" She mounted him, but instead of putting her legs beneath her, she put them on the front of the cart and used her hands to push! The men all laughed at this and then Felipe started to push her like she was on a sled. It didn't work because Sean's heels were heavily dragging on the floor.

Jean stood in front of her and she started sucking him. Sean didn't care much for the view, looking up at his boss's balls, but with his cock buried deep inside Rhiannon, he was not going to lodge a formal complaint to the union. He closed his eyes and ran his hands over her smooth ass, giving her a few gentle squeezes as he thrust in and out. He looked up to see two of the men making sure her hands were occupied.

Gus took Jean's place at one point because he hear him speak from somewhere near his feet. The two guys on either side of them stood back and Jean put his arms on her shoulders, pushing her breasts against Sean's chest. "OK, Rhiannon, are you ready?" Jean asked. She turned to look over her shoulders and said she was ready.

It didn't occur to Sean what was going on until Jean had maneuvered over the top of Rhiannon, he held his cock firmly in his hand. She looked Sean in the eyes and whispered, "I've ... I've never done this." She was smiling and looking very turned on.

"Pull out a bit, Sean," Jean said to him. Sean figured he needed some room to get into her ass and withdrew all but the head of his cock from her body. He felt pressure against his cock as Jean tried to enter her. He'd always wondered what it was like to double penetrate a girl, now he was experiencing it. What happened next caught Sean by surprise. He started to push back into Rhiannon and felt a good deal of tightness ... and friction!

Rhiannon's eyes were screwed shut and her mouth open in obvious passion. "Oh my god!" she cried. Her eyes opened and looked Sean straight in the eyes. "Oh my god!" It was abundantly clear to Sean that Jean was not fucking her in the ass but had squeezed into her pussy right beside his own cock! He felt very weird at that moment, but the pleasure written across the face of the girl on top of him distracted him from the fact that another guy was touching his dick.

Sean began to pump his cock in and out of her and she wrapped her arms around his head. For some reason, he could not time himself with Jean. She seemed to enjoy the unevenness of the strokes, though. She pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes again. "Oh my god. This is so good!" She then pressed her lips hard against his and kissed him deeply.

Instinct took over for Sean. He didn't think of the other man's cock right beside his. He didn't think of all the cocks she had sucked that afternoon and how many loads of jism she had consumed. His interest was held by her lips pressed against his and the tongue that was probing deeply into his mouth. She pulled away from him and cried, "Oh my god, fuck me!" She then proceeded to suck Sean's tongue out of his mouth.

The two men responded by pumping her harder. Sean didn't mind what was happening now that the initial shock had worn off. He was enjoying this girl and she was very much enjoying the attention they were giving her. Jean pulled out. It must have been hard to hold himself up that way. Gus took his place, however. Sean pulled out enough to let the old German get into position and push inside. He put his head back and howled like a wolf as he fucked her. Rhiannon was looking at him again, that passionate open-mouth smile on her face as the two men invaded her body.

He felt a presence beside him and noticed that Andre had knelt next to him. Rhiannon stretched over and started sucking his cock. She now had three cocks inside her. When he was good and hard, Andre put on a rubber and took Gus's place. Sean was beginning to tire so when Andre pulled out he called time. Rhiannon looked a bit dazed as she stood there in the circle of men.

The photographer called to her and she tottered over to him. They exchanged a few words. She then took the owner of the car by the hand and led him back to the circle of men. Giggling, she knelt down and unzipped his pants. The rest of the men stood back a bit while she proceeded to suck him off.

It didn't take long for him to cum. When he announced that he was ready, she asked him to cum on her face. She turned to the other men and said, "I want you guys to cum on my face, too. OK?" The owner used two hands and shot a load directly onto Rhiannon's forehead. She closed her eyes as it glooped downward, but she held her head back so it would not drip off.

Jean walked up to her, cock in hand and fired a few shots on her mouth and nose. Rhiannon squealed with delight. Gus was next, planting his load on her nose and one cheek. Filipe had thrown his hands up in surrender and Andre was busy whacking off. Sean was doing his best to coax another load out of his balls. Thinking of her amazing blow job helped and he managed to drop a couple of ropes onto her forehead to add another layer of glaze. Andre hopped up and planted his meager load on her lips.

"Stand up, baby. Let's have a look at you." Rhiannon got to her feet as the photographer came forward with his camera. The guys backed away. He took a few pictures of her with her eyes shut, then she opened them slowly. Her smile was bright and genuine. The cum rolled down her cheek and dripped off her chin. She caught it with her hand then licked it. She licked her lips as he fired shot after shot. Gus started clapping and the rest of the men joined in. She used her fingers to push all the cum toward her open mouth, loving every drop. Sean was in awe.

As the guys got their pants on, one of them handed Rhiannon a paper towel. The photographer directed her not to use it, though. Still naked and sporting a thin veneer of semen, she spoke with the photographer and the car owner. Jean joined them moments later. The rest of the guys went into the break room to get their stuff.

"So, what do you think?" Gus asked him, giving him a slap on the shoulder.

"Look, I don't even want to think about you naked," he started, mockingly. Gus guffawed and slapped him on the back again.

"Sometimes we like to have a little fun. Right? We're like brothers now, sharing the same woman!"

"I don't know any brothers that ... " Gus grinned at him and Sean just rolled his eyes before breaking out in a laugh. "You're a crazy bastard, Gus!" The rest of the guys laughed and they headed out.

Looking back into the garage space, he could see Jean laughing and talking to the other three. Rhiannon was still naked. "What a girl," he said to no one in particular.

Working Holiday Part Seventeen: Shopping for Software

Read part one here.

She woke to the smell of coffee. She was alone in bed and the sheets beside her were cool to the touch. Obviously Charles had gotten up earlier and was preparing coffee. She had no idea what time it was, but the brightness of the room indicated it was well into the morning.

She felt surprisingly rested. She thought back at the events of the previous night. "My god," she thought, "that was last night!" She had never before been fucked so much or received such humiliating treatment. What's more, she enjoyed it. Her hand drifted over her stomach and between her legs. She though about the men who had enjoyed her charms last night. She was wet.

She suddenly remembered that she was still covered with Charles' dried urine and sniffed her skin. There was no smell, but that was not surprising considering how much she had sweat in the bed with him last night. She was so turned on by the events of the evening that she damn near raped the poor man, straddling him and crushing her pelvis against his. When she shared her experience, he was equally ravenous toward her and gave back as well as she had given.

She got up and padded out to the kitchen. Charles was wearing his robe and in the process of cutting up some fruit. "Well, good morning." She went over and gave him a kiss. "You were dead asleep when I got up." He gave her a hug, squeezing her ass, and offered to pour her a cup of coffee. She excused herself to go to the toilet first.

When she returned, he had moved out to the living-room where he had a cup of coffee and a bowl of yogurt with fruit for her breakfast. "Hey, I'm supposed to be making you breakfast!" she said.

"I couldn't wait that long. I ate earlier." She curled up on the couch beside him and accepted the mug of coffee. The leather felt sticky on her bare skin, but she had gotten used to it. "Are you up for some more adventure today?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. She knew what he meant. The past few days had been a whirlwind of debauchery and last night had been the most dramatic—or possibly traumatic—time yet. He asked her earlier if she was OK with all that and had assured him she was.

She thought for a moment and smiled. "This is the most fun I've ever had. I love everything. I can't wait to see what else you have for me to do."

"Good girl. Now, come here and entertain me and I'll tell you what you're doing today." She grinned as he pulled aside his robe. His cock lay against his thigh, flaccid and lifeless. She knew how to fix that. Setting down her mug, she leaned over and went right to work while he continued talking.

"I have a buddy with a friend who needs a photo shoot of his car. He suggested he might want a hot babe to pose next to it and called me yesterday to see if I knew anyone. I told him I didn't but that I could bring you." He laughed, then yelped as she bit down on his cock.

"That's very considerate of you," she said and went back to sucking.

"So, that's your job for this afternoon. You need some appropriate clothing, though. Do you think you can find something nice to wear downtown?"

She had been wanting to go shopping ever since she got her first windfall of cash on Sunday night. She had been daydreaming about what she would buy so she was more than eager to hit the shops. "I have some experience with that," she finally replied. "Was there anything specific you had in mind?" She opened her mouth and started sucking his cock again.

"Something that shows off your legs, I think. Short skirt and some sort of top?" She murmured her approval and continued sucking. She had been wondering when he was going to get around to doing a shoot with her. She had posed for him a few times in the past and had some terrific photos to show for it. She really looked forward to getting in front of the camera again.

Charles had her lay on her back and entered her carefully. She was plenty wet from sucking his cock so he had no trouble sliding in. Despite the poundings she had taken last night, she was undamaged. She had received little scratches and tears in the past, from guys who did not take their time to warm her up, but she was as juicy as a tomato last night and had no trouble. She appreciated that Charles was careful, he was always careful with her.

He fucked her for only ten minutes before getting up and taking her into the shower. They fucked some more before getting soaped up and cleaned off. "I have a challenge for you," he said as they toweled each other dry.

"A challenge, huh? What sort of challenge." He explained that he would write it down and let her read it on the metro. She was apprehensive about it, but was very curious what he had in mind and agreed to the challenge.

Charles handed her a folded note before she left for the bus. He told her not to read it until she was in the metro waiting for the train. She was impatient and opened the note as soon as she sat down in the bus. She blushed when she read it and looked around to make sure no one was looking over her shoulder.

Your assignment is to suck three cocks by 2PM. For proof, use your phone to send a picture of yourself with the cock in your mouth.

How the hell was she supposed to do that? If she was at a party or even at a bar, she could easily find six guys who wanted a blowjob, but downtown on a Wednesday during the day? She looked at the men on the bus. Every one of them were probably on their way to work and thinking office thoughts. If one of them would agree to blowjob, how would she pull it off? Should she get a room in a hotel and invite guys up? That was stupid.

She got off the bus and made her way underground to the station. She had sex on the metro before, but it was late at night and they were both too drunk to care if they got caught. She thought and strategized but came up with nothing.

While changing trains to go downtown, she checked out every guy and tired to dream up a way by which to approach him and a secure way to blow him. There were more than a few guys she'd go down on, but she was devoid of options.

She got off at the McGill station and headed into the underground shopping mall. Her mind was equally distracted between shopping and Charles' challenge. Her eyes raced back and forth between potential guys on their way to work and sale signs posted in windows. Deciding to focus her efforts on one thing at a time, she stepped into the first appealing store and looked around.

She spied a nice top and brought it to the clerk to gain access to the change room. As she shut the door behind her, she was struck by an idea. After trying on the top, she returned it to the rack and left.

Some of the shops were only just opening so she could see who was working there as they pulled back the doors to welcome customers. One well-dressed young man, apparently of Mediterranean descent, was in the process of putting out a couple of signs in front of his shop. She took a deep breath and strode up to him. He looked up as she approached and then she completely lost her nerve.

"Um," she started, "I'm, uh, looking for a ... tie ... for ... my boss." He smiled politely and walked her over to a large tie display. Her mind was racing so fast that not only could she not distinguish one tie from another, but she completely missed the fact that the young man was asking her a question.

"I'm sorry," she stammered. She collected her thoughts and tried again. "Look, I've got a bet with a friend." She could feel herself blushing with embarrassment as she tried to get the words out. "We're trying to see who could ... um, get more guys today." It was a plausible enough excuse.

The guy just looked at her, confused. "I'm sorry?" he said. His voice was a lovely baritone.

In a hushed voice she stammered "If you're not really busy, would you mind if I ... went down on you?" There, she said it.

He grinned, "You're joking, right?" Looking out the door he added, "Is someone filming us?"

"No. Really. I know it's crazy, but we just have this bet and I'm serious." He was still smiling, but his interest was definitely hers to command. "We could go in the change room. It would only take a minute."

"You're serious," he stated. She looked demure and nodded. "You want to blow me in the change room?" She nodded again. "Are you filming this or something?"

"No, but I need to get a picture of me," she paused and looked down at his crotch, "sucking you."

He thought for a moment, half expecting someone to come through the door and yell "Surprise!" He took a few quick steps to the door and looked around before closing it, putting a "Back in fifteen minutes" sign on the handle. He locked the door and turned back to her. "You're serious?" he asked. She nodded again.

He looked around again and then led her back to the change room. She stepped in, turned around and dropped to her knees. "Come here," she said, reaching for his belt. He watched nervously as she undid the buckle and started unzipping him. When she freed him from the confines of his trousers, his cock sprang to attention. "Well, I guess you're glad to see me!" she said with a chuckle, then opened her mouth and gently sucked the head between her lips.

Until this moment, she had been feeling like she was teetering on the edge of something, but now she felt in control. She went to work on the stranger's cock, working the shaft with her fingers and head with her mouth. She used her free hand to hold his balls. They were way too hairy for her liking and she had no interest in tonguing them.

The guy was breathing harder and getting vocal with her. She was not all that surprised that he would come so quickly. He was young and healthy and obviously not hung up sexually. Still, when the first jet of semen struck her tongue, she was taken aback and instinctively swallowed. She held the rest of the cum in her mouth until he finished.

He was reaching down to pull up his pants when she stopped him with a gesture. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She turned the camera on herself and got close to his still erect cock. She opened her mouth and took the photo before swallowing the load of jizm. She turned the phone around to look at the image.

"That's what you wanted?" he asked, looking down. She smiled and nodded. "I swear I thought you were part of some TV gag."

"You liked it?"

"Hell yeah!" He laughed as he buckled his belt. "And this is for a bet?" he added. She nodded in response. "How many guys so far?" She looked demur and held up one finger. His eyebrows shot up in response. "Well, I guess it's still early."

They walked back into the shop. He was clearly uncomfortable with what to do next so he unlocked the door. They were gone for no more than ten minutes. She wasn't sure what to do next either, thank him?

"I know another guy," he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Oh?" she answered.

"Yeah. Go to the leather shop." He described the location. "My buddy Armando. I'll call him for you."

"You're very sweet." She kissed him on the cheek and walked to the door. She looked back. He had the phone in his hand but his eyes were fixed on her. "Thank you for helping me with the tie!" She waved and walked off. She spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out if she should have tried for something more clever to say, but was not able to think of anything.

A display caught her eye and she went into another shop and looked around. When she left, she glanced back at the previous store and her first man (she didn't know his name!) was standing in front, watching her with a big grin. She smiled and wandered off in the direction of the leather shop where Armando worked.

She made a detour into another men's shop when she spotted a good-looking clerk at the counter. She looked around for a few moments before he walked over and asked if she needed help. With complete confidence she said "I know this sounds crazy, but I have a bet with a girlfriend and was hoping you could help." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I need to ... uh, get a picture of me giving a blow job."

"I"m sorry," he said, "Is this some kind of a bad joke?" He did not look amused.

"No, I'm serious." He looked even less amused. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." She turned to leave, hoping he'd stop her, but she made it to the door without a further word from him. She glanced over her shoulder to see him looking at her sternly. "Strike one," she said to herself.

She spotted a few other guys that looked like they might be game for a blowjob, but they worked in areas that were bound to have no private space. She ended up walking through the men's section of a department store and spotted a good looking young guy, probably a college student, sending a text message on his phone. She decided to try a slightly different approach.

She stood nearby, waited for him to look up and caught his eye with a smile. "Not busy this morning?" He smiled back and said it was a slow day. "I love slow days. I just daydream." She wasn't normally much of a flirt, but now she was putting on a show because she was not seriously interested in him. She chatted with him about work then about college (her guess was right) and about sports. His name was Kevin, and like so many Canadian guys, he played hockey. However, he was good enough to play on the university team. The store, he admitted, hired him to look good in a polo shirt and slacks more than actually sell them.

When he asked her about what sports she enjoyed, she claimed to have no particular interest in sports. "Other than sex, though. I'm pretty good at that." He did his best to look nonplussed, but she could tell he was taken aback by her frankness. She smiled at him, devilishly.

"You doing anything later?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I just came downtown to pick up a few things." His face fell a little. "I'm, uh, not doing anything now, though." Her smile told him everything he needed to know. "Is there, uh, somewhere we can go?" She looked down to see the bulge growing in his pants.

"Um ..." he looked around and scratched his face. "Damn, I wish I lived closer."

"Let's go to the change rooms," she told him in an excited whisper, as if she had just thought about it.

"Just a minute." He quickly walked over to one of the empty registers and grabbed a key fob. He walked back and motioned for her to follow him. "We have to be really quiet," he said as they approached the change area. He had her wait while he scouted around inside, then waved her in.

He opened a door bearing a handicap symbol and stepped inside. It was much larger than most change rooms and came equipped with a bench and sturdy handles on the walls. He closed the door behind him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

His lips pressed against hers and his tongue was immediately probing her mouth. She sucked it hungrily. The bulge in his pants was screaming for attention, but she did not want to pull away from him just yet. He was not a skilled kisser, but he was certainly passionate. His hands squeezed her ass then moved to the front to play with her breasts.

She pulled back to give him some room, and to reach down to feel his hardness. "I want to suck your cock," she whispered. He wasted no time, unbuckling himself and pulling down his pants. She wrapped her hand around it and smiled before kissing him once more. "I want to taste you," she added before bending over to suck his dick.

He ran his hands over her back and tried to unfasten her bra through the fabric. She did not want to get naked, so she got down on her knees to pull away from his groping hands. He grabbed the handles on the walls and started pumping in and out of her mouth.

Unlike the previous guy, this one was well groomed and had only short hair around his pubes. She grabbed his shaved balls and played with them while he thrust in and out of her mouth. She glanced over at the mirror on the wall and watched herself being face fucked by a stranger. She could feel her panties moisten as she pictured herself in that change room, blowing that clerk.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked. Rhiannon had thought he'd be satisfied with a blow job, but he was prepared to go all the way. She had only wanted to suck him off, but he was pretty good looking, had a terrific fit body, and he had a nice cock, so why not? While continuing to suck him, she rummaged into the bottom of her purse and pulled out a condom. She tore open the package and deftly rolled it onto his dick.

She stood up and kissed him once more and he tried to unbutton her top. Wanting to keep her top on, she pushed his hands away and undid her jeans. She turned around, bent over and let him pull down her panties. He wasted no time mounting her and she had to grab the handles on the wall to keep from falling over. His thrusts were powerful and deep. She watched him in the mirror. His eyes were screwed shut in totally lust. The absurdity of what she was doing pushed her over the edge and into a delightful orgasm.

When she regained her senses, he had nearly stopped and was breathing heavily. "Did you cum?" she whispered. He let out a sigh and half laughed in response. He eased out her and she turned to look at the result. The tip of the condom was swollen with semen; he produced quite a load. "Just a minute," she said, squatting to retrieve her phone.

"What are you doing," he asked, between breaths.

"I want to remember this," she giggled quietly. She actually did want to remember this. It was the fastest she had ever met a guy and then fucked him. No more than fifteen minutes had lapsed between the time she said hello to the moment she had his dick in her mouth. She took a photo of his cock, still in the condom, in front of her face. She then sucked it, pulling all the cum to the tip, then took another shot in profile. She was tempted to pull it off him and suck him, but she didn't feel like it at the moment.

She stood up and took another photo, this time of their faces. "This is the picture we'll show our kids when they ask how we met." The way his face changed was priceless! When he looked at her, she just laughed and said "Kidding!" She waited until he realized she was joking, paused for a moment and added "I would never show them these pictures, baby, they're just for us." He couldn't tell if she was joking or not but forced a laugh as he got himself cleaned up.

She was pleased that he wanted her number. Maybe she would hook up again with him another time. Following his instructions, she left the change area after giving him a two-minute head start. He was nowhere to be seen when she exited. Another employee in the area glanced over at her but made no indications. She mentally shrugged and made her way out of the store.

Walking by a shoe store, a pair of boots caught her eye. They were beautiful. Soft crumpled leather came up over the calf and folded over. They were deliciously fashionable. She went in and examined the price. They were, of course, expensive. She thought about the money she had made these past few days and realized she could buy them easily. She found her size and tried them on. She felt amazing wearing them. After walking around a bit, her mind was made up.

The clerk rang up her sale and Rhiannon hesitated a moment before handing over the cash. It was the single most expensive clothing item she had ever purchased. She deserved it though. She put the store bag on her shoulder and left, feeling somehow taller. She still needed more things for the shoot, though, and went to the next lingerie store.

She picked out a lacy black teddy that matched the black boots. The selection of stockings were good, but she was not sure if a girl wore stockings with boots. She had her pumps, though, so she bought a nice pair of black stockings, too. When she was browsing the underwear collections, she spied a most unusual bra. Sequined chains fell from the center, where the nipples would be, down to the bottom of the red bra. The odd thing was that the cups were too low. The label said "quarter cup bra." She took the set and went to the change room.

She removed her top and tried on the new bra. It was designed to provide support, but leave the nipples visible over the top. Rhiannon flushed with excitement. Although she didn't really need to, she found wearing a bra comfortable. On the other hand, she liked the idea of her nipples brushing against the fabric of her blouse. He nipples were very sensitive and got hard so easily. She put her shirt back on. She could not see though the fabric, but she could certainly feel it. She removed the tags from the bra and gathered her things.

She paid for her items, letting the clerk know she was wearing the new bra. With another bag on her shoulder, she went back out into the mall. She wanted to get a nice outfit for the shoot, too. However, she also wanted a few more guys to meet Charles' challenge. Her nipples felt electric, rubbing against the fabric of her blouse. She oozed with arousal.

Her best bet, she decided, was either large stores with places to hide, or small stores with only one person who could close the shop for a few minutes. Or, she suddenly realized, a mall security guard. Like most people, she pictured mall security guards as fairly bland older guys who were usually overweight, but the fellow leaning on that railing looked nothing like the stereotype. He was young, fairly good looking, in good shape, had a stylish haircut. His uniform was actually pretty nice, looking vaguely military in color and cut. "Maybe," she said to herself.

He was looking down at the bottom floor at the people entering and exiting the escalator. He looked pretty bored. Rhiannon walked up to him with a friendly smile and said hello. He returned the smile and said, "Hey." It was clear that he was used to people coming up to him, probably looking for directions. The tag on his uniform jacket said Marc. She introduced herself.

She chatted with him about the mall, telling him she was just visiting and was picking up a few things. He told her he had to keep an eye on the patrons as they talked. He'd glance at her then scan across the people in the mall and return to her. She noticed that he took a quick peek at her tits more than once. The new bra, in addition to his attention, was making her nipples hard and no doubt he could see this.

"I just bought this new bra," she said, looking down. The fabric poked up where her nipples screamed for attention. "It feels really cool because my nipples show." She was feeling so brazen! "Do you think it looks OK?"

She half expected the young man to blush, but he was cool as hell as he stared openly at her breasts before returning his scan of the crowd. "It looks great on you. I like seeing a girl's nipples." She grinned at him. "Are you getting a lot of stares from guys as you walk around?"

"Not yet. I just bought it."

"Does it turn you on to wear it?" he asked with a confident smile.

"Yeah, I'm really turned on right now." She paused a moment and took a breath. "I could use a good fucking right now." He glanced around the interior again and made eye contact with her. His smile said everything.

"Right now, eh?" She nodded. "I think I might be taking my break right about now. I could, uh, probably help you out." His attitude was so nonchalant that it left her dripping with excitement. He pulled up his radio and told his supervisor he was going to take a fifteen minute break. His equally bored boss made note of the time and told him to enjoy himself. Enjoy himself? Was his boss watching on one of the cameras? "C'mon," he said, walking toward the back of the mall.

He lead her to a corridor marked with a toilet symbol and she cringed. She'd fucked in toilets before, but only when drunk. He walked past the toilets, continuing down the hall. She felt a mixture of excitement and fear. Her legs were almost wobbling in anticipation. "Where are we going?" she finally asked.

"A great spot. I'll show you." He stopped at a one of the doors and opened it with a key from the cluster attached to his belt. Inside was an empty shop, the front windows covered with advertisements for the mall. It still had clothing racks and shelves everywhere. He closed the door behind him. "I spend lunch here sometimes. It's quiet and I can take a nap in the corner if I'm tired." That corner had an upholstered bench. "So, let's have a look at your cute new bra."

She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. She gently pulled the fabric aside, just giving him a glimpse of her pink nipple. He was smiling from ear to ear. She pulled away more fabric, revealing the entirety of the bra. His mouth opened in either appreciation or anticipation, she wasn't sure.

"That's really nice," he said, nodding his head. He reached up and cupped his hands beneath her breasts. His thumbs gently rubbed across her nipples. Rhiannon had to stop herself from moaning out loud. She was about to reach down for his crotch when he bent over and began sucking her exposed nipples, switching back and forth between the two. Her eyes closed and she imagined what his cock would be like inside her.

She had completely forgotten Kevin; Marc held her attention now. He also held her small breasts. He pulled away from her just then. His face come up to hers and they kissed passionately. She reached down and felt the bulge tight against his uniform trousers. She rubbed along its length then frantically started unbuckling him. She had to have that thing now!

Before she could go any further, he stopped her, saying "Wait," and lead her to the bench. "I want a better look at you." He pulled her blouse off, leaving her standing there with only the revealing bra. The air felt cool on her exposed nipples. "Yeah. That looks great!" He dropped her top on a rack then finished undoing his pants before sitting down.

She knelt between his legs and took his cock between her lips. It felt so hard, so good. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her. She had quite forgotten about getting a photo of herself sucking him off, but as she reached into her purse for a condom, she felt her phone. She didn't really want to stop, though. She turned on the phone, pulled away for a moment to enter the access code, then launched the camera application.

He was looking down at her dumbfounded, as if she was going to make a call right there and then. "Here," she said, handing him the phone, "Take my picture." He didn't question her, just took the phone and photographed her sucking his cock. He shot from above and then from the side, checking the result each time. She tried to time the pictures so that she had one of the full length of his cock and then where she was taking down as far as she could.

She stood up and pulled off her jeans and panties. Handing Marc a condom, she put her knees on the bench, waiting for him to impale her. He struggled with the wrapper for a moment before getting it out, then applied it to his cock. He pressed gently against her opening and she leaned back to receive him. "Damn," she said out loud as he pushed inside.

She bent her head down and looked at her breasts in the beautiful new bra. The chains dangled downward and were jostled by Marc's hard thrusts. She was excited that her nipples were so revealed. Looking further past, she could see his legs pressed outside of hers as he sought leverage to fuck her hard.

She was not surprised that she came so quickly. She was surprised when he pulled out, yanked off the condom and glooped cum all over her back. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned. He gave her ass a slap and started pulling up his trousers. "Damn. Sorry we don't have more time, babe." She looked around for something to clean herself. "You want to come back for lunch? We can keep going."

He saw her predicament and he grabbed a few paper towels from a small stack on the counter beside them. "Wow, you came a lot!" she said as she reached back to mop up the spill.

"You're pretty hot," he said. She liked that. "That bra is damn hot!" She smiled and stood up so he could admire her once more. He bent over and sucked her nipples again. She held his head and enjoyed the sensation. "You coming back later?" he asked again. She thought about it but gave him a non-committal answer ash she put on her blouse.

 They exchanged phone numbers as casually as if they had just met at a coffee shop. Before the exited, he took the liberty of caressing, then pinching, her nipples to make them erect. "They look good like that," she said with a grin. Marc called his boss and told him he was back from break, then escorted her back to the escalators. She kissed him on both cheeks and walked off. She could not resist glancing back. Their eyes locked and they both smiled.

She made another trip into a boutique and picked up a short pink skirt and matching white top. The top was thin enough to reveal her nipples, but she elected to continue wearing her current blouse wile out and about.

When she left the store, she realized how close she was to the leather shop the first guy told her about. "I think four should be enough," she said to herself looking at the time. She enjoyed shopping, but really wanted to get something to eat. Something other than Marc, though.

The leather shop had a stack of briefcases outside the door. Inside, it was full of purses and belts and wallets and leather frames and book jackets and actual jackets and too many other items to take in at once. The place and distinct smell that she quite liked.

The swarthy man behind the counter looked at her and smiled. "Hello, welcome, come in!" It was obvious he was checking her out, not doubt trying to established whether or not she was "that girl." He was actually good looking, almost handsome. Another guy came out of the back room. He was leaner than the guy behind the counter, and had better taste and style in clothes.

"Can we help you with something, madame? Are you looking for a gift ... or maybe win a bet?" Rhiannon smiled in spite of herself. "I am Armando " he said, offering his hand, "I can help you ... with anything you need." The guy was a born charmer and wasted no time.

She interoduced herself then looked at him coyly. "Well, I was looking for a tie for my boss, but the guy at the store told me I might find something here that I like."

"What sorts of things do you like?"

"Hard things," she replied. She noticed that the other guy was grinning. He was obviously in on the secret.

"You would like something ... tasteful?" Now it was her turn to grin. The clerk picked up a pen with a leather sheath. "Something like this?" He held it suggestively.

She shook her head. "Do you have anything ... bigger?" She was really enjoying this little game.

He pulled an umbrella from a stand. "Hmm? Maybe not? Too crooked for you?" He put it back and found a long handled shoe horn. It had a black leather handle on the top. The shape was ... suggestive. "Perhaps this?"

She reached out and took it from him, brushing his hand slightly. She looked at it and licked her lips, leaving her mouth partway open. "This is nice, but do you have ... anything else?"

He looked around the shop and then back her. "Perhaps I can find something in the back. Would you ... like to take a look?" She looked down at his pants. The bulge was very apparent. As she followed him, he turned back to the other guy and said, ``Rico, look after things.`

The the back room was crowded with boxes on shelves. There was barely room to move. They must have receivd a shipment recently.

"So," he said, "You are going to win  your bet?"

"Maybe" she said, reaching for his crotch. His erection was sizable. "You have something for me?" It was obvious to her that he indeed had something for her. He reached down and released first his buckle then his pants. Her hand slid into his underwear to feel the warm mass inside. He was big and hard.

She bent over and started sucking his cock. He moved back to prop himself against a stack of boxes and she squatted down to give herself more leverage. She wondered how quickly she could get him off. She remembered the camera and pulled out her phone. He said nothing as she took a few shots of herself sucking his cock.

She put the phone away and started using her hands. She worked up a good bit of drool and used it to lubricate her hands so she could slide it up and down his shaft. With her other hand, she massaged his balls, trying to coax out the load that lay inside.

Her efforts were rewarded after about ten minutes. He let out a moan, annouced that he was about to cum and then shot his jizm into her mouth. She swallowed it immediately. Standing up, she wiped her lips and said "Does your friend want some?" He looked confused for a moment and nodded his head vigorously.

"Yes. Just give me a moment." He gathered his wits and pulled up his pants. "Just a minute." He cracked open the door and gestured to the other guy. Armando stepped out and Rico stepped in. Rhiannon leaned against a shelf unit and smiled.

"You really having a contest or something?" he asked. She assured him she was. "Wow!" Although he was a decent looking guy, Rico was the exact opposite of Armando when it came to charm.

"Pull down your pants," she told him, not wanting to waste any more time. He complied. His erection jumped out and stood at attention for her. "Good boy!" she teased. She squated in front of him and started her blowjob.

"Oh!" he said, "That is so good!" Rhiannon knew she was not doing a particularly good job, she was still to work up to her best techique. It was obvious that this guy did not get many good blowjobs! She had all her shopping done and did not feel like hunting up any more cocks for Charles' challenge, so she decided to take her time with this guy.

After taking a few pictures of herself in action, she put away her phone and concentrated on giving him the best blowjob of his life. She went nice and slow, letting him savor everything. Despite the fact that his balls were hairy, she ducked down and sucked them, sending him into another fit of moaning. She worked up another good bit of saliva and proceeded to give him a slow, sensual hand job.

"Is everything OK in there?" Armando called through the door. It only occurred to  her just then that this could easily have been an elaborate heist. She sucks the guys into submission and drugs them or something and she steals ... what, the leather goods? She wrapped her mouth around Rico's cock again and sucked fast.

"Cum for me, baby," she said, looking up at him. "I want to taste you." Within less than a minute, he announced he was about to pop and she got ready. The stream of semen shot against her tongue and into the back of her throat causing her to cough. Rico's dick fired again and she was hit in the forehead and then the nose. Another shot landed on her jeans, but she had recovered by that time. She sucked his cock a bit more as he thanked her profusely.

She wasn't sure what to do about the mess on her face. "Do you have anything ... " she began. Rico looked around and grabbed a silk scarf from a package. She wiped her face clean and handed it back. He put it in his pocket. She gave him a quick kiss and gestured toward the door.

Armando had a concerned look on his face when she saw him, but it changed to a smile a moment later. "You find everything to your liking?" he asked. Unable to come up with a clever retort, she just licked her lips and smiled at him. He laughed at this. "Please, do come again!" As she left, she swayed her hips to give the boys a show. She looked over her shoulder to see their approving grins.

In the metro, she looked through her bags and noticed a leather wallet she had most certainly not purchased. She opened it and found Armando's card with his phone number on the back. A note said "See you again?" He must have put it in her bag while she was with Rico. Clever fellow.

She had sent a text message to Charles that she was coming home and had met his challenge. "FIVE?" was the message he sent back. A few minutes later he followed up with "Best. Slut. Ever." Rhiannon smiled.