THE RICH NERD AND THE BROKE BLONDE PART 2
All characters engaged in sexual activity are above the age of consent.
Wesley's grip tightened. His toes curled. Anne's lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling its entire erect length. Her head bobbed up and down and the feel of her mouth on his cock, wet and hot, made him breathe in rasps. His glasses keep slipping from the bridge of his nose each time he looks down. He kept on pressing them back to place. He really liked it when she looked up to him with her blue eyes while sucking his dick.
His heart hammered on his chest, and his blood rushed to his ears.
He sank deep into the car's cushion, Anne's lips and tongue suckled and toyed with the sensitive tip of his dick. He doubted anyone would see them. His parents were out for the night and the butler, Benson, was off to an errand somewhere. And Mrs. Chapman, the maid, was busy in the kitchen. It was a big house and they had their meet up inside his father's Ferrari.
Drool dripped down his erect shaft. It was so wet, it spilled over his groin and balls. He hoped it wouldn't get on the upholstery. Anne made a slurping mess of his cock. Sweat rolled down his cheeks. She was really giving it her all. Blonde head bobbing fast, putting not only her mouth but her entire head into the blowjob. Almost as if...she's enjoying it.
Must be the car. Definitely the car,
he thought.
Maybe he should turn the AC on?
No, the sound would give them away if someone passed by. Better not raise their attention.
Anne, insisted on doing it inside once she saw the garage. The array of luxury cars Wesley's father collected. Some he drove, some just for show. There were only five of them and only two his parents ever use.
She paired up with him on the assignment. Nothing new there. Not the first time Anne and he were together, all with the exception of this deal of theirs. Back then, before all the "special services", Anne would pair up with him and they would usually do the project at Wesley's house. She was quiet and they worked fast. Maybe a bit of small talk here and there but mostly they kept their heads on. She may not look like it but she was a straight A student. With her maroon tank top that hugged her figure, showcasing an ample cleavage that just makes you want to grope them with your hands and sexy shorts baring her smooth thighs that you want to bury your face in.
The wet saliva, drooling and slurping from her mouth, she pressed her head deep, till his cock hit the back of her throat. Wesley's legs tensed. The pressure building. Wesley took another deep breathe.
Breathe, breathe, not yet.
She was vigorous, fast and thorough. They have been at it for close half an hour. Even his cock was becoming worn. He shut his eyes, regaining control as much as possible. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax every muscle.
But he...He couldn't hold it anymore!
"A-Anne, I'm going to cum!"
"Hmph?" was all he heard from her as he gritted his teeth and exploded inside her mouth. He nearly scratched the fine leather, digging his nails deep in the carseat, as she still worked her tongue on his spewing dick.
A pained groaned escaped from his lips.
For the first few seconds after, Wesley's mind was a blur of ecstasy and exhaustion. He breathed through his mouth, deep lungful's of air as his racing heart was easing up.
They just sat back, catching their breaths.
Wesley didn't bother at first cleaning. His legs weak and wobbly, his eyes heavy. If he kept his eyes closed he didn't doubt that he'll fall asleep. But in the event that Benson does go to the garage and catch Wesley literally with his pants down, better not risk it.
He tucked his limp dick back.
He watched Anne from the corner of his eyes as she reapplied her makeup and checked herself in her pocket mirror. She combed her wavy blonde hair with her fingers, not that it needed much fixing. It flowed past her shoulders and glowed in his eyes. Not a stray hair out of place. Perfect, like her.
Without looking at him, Anne stretched her hand, palm open.
"Oh right, right. Yeah.....just let me....Here" Wesley rummaged through his wallet, taking out a hundred bucks.
Anne looked at the bill in her hand. There was a cold feeling in those gaze. She motioned with her fingers.
More.
Wesley looked at the contents of his wallet. All that remained was his allowance for the entire week. But....he couldn't' risk losing Anne. What if she goes to another guy? Leave him? Besides he could always ask more from his parents.
He breathed a sigh to himself. And handed out the rest of his money to her.
Her eyes brightened. And her full lips turned to a smile.
"Now that's a good boy," she purred, close to him till he could smell her perfume. The heat of her. He gulped. His limp dick stirring once more, much to his surprise.
It was worth it
, Wesley thought.
"See you in school," she added with a wink and was about to get out of the car.
"Hey ...Anne?" Wesley started, "Uhm, Mrs. Chapman can set you with a plate you know, you don't' have to go home right away..." he trailed off.
"It's getting late, I have to go," she simply said, back turned to him as she soothed out her clothes.
"But-" Wesley stammered.
She smiled at him. Bright eyes, pink slips into a perfect curve but they didn't have any warmth in them. The way she smiled might as well say
Drop It
.
And he did.
She left with a twiddle of her fingers as a wave of goodbye.
Wesley sighed as soon as the door was shut. He sat in the car, lonely. He got out of the garage and walked to the big house.
"Uhm, Mrs. Chapman?" Wesley said as soon as he was in the kitchen.
"Hello Wesley. Where's Anne?" Mrs. Chapman smiled at him. A motherly woman, she had been in the family for as long as he can remember.
"She- She went home, it was getting late." He explained.
"Oh, and I was hoping she would have dinner here." motioning to the already set up extra plate on the table.
"Me too. Mrs. Chapman. Me too." Wesley said, disheartened.
"Anyway, you can have dinner now, the table's all set."
"Thanks, I'll come right down later," he mustered a smile for her before going upstairs. He went to his room and just plopped down to bed. His legs were still weak. The excitement of his night was passing.
It was great
, he thought to himself. Everything was great, what with her regular BJ's. But he can't help but feel.....empty sometimes.
They have been going at this for weeks. Wesley hadn't been able to buy any new stuff. But hey, he was getting blowjobs from one of the hottest girls in school.
She can be cold. And mean. But he had known her since grade school. She can be quite nice at times, really. Wesley scratched his head. It was confusing. He wanted more than just meaningless oral sex.
Wesley tallied his accounts, and sighed. He would have to put on hold with the new gaming rig. He very much loved getting blowjobs but it was talking a great bite out of his wallet.
