I'm not one for putting much romance in my stories. I suppose I have a few outliers, but don't let this title fool you. If you want hot, intimate, steamy sex, this isn't it. But it is a little diddly about a divorcee restarting his life in a free-use themed world. I wrote it in one evening. It's a scratch off, not worth putting much more into. Hope you enjoy!
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"So how long have you been dating? Or did you already tell me that?" asked the beautiful girl sitting across from.
I really liked this one. She was a brunette, short and cute, but with a nice set of cans (if I can be so crass). Not super thin, but definitely curves and hips. It was her bubbly disposition that beat it all, though.
"I think I told you on our first date," I laughed. "After the divorce, I wanted to take a year off of women. That, unfortunately, turned into two years, before I finally got the courage to ask a girl out from the office. We went on a few dates, but discovered we aren't very compatible."
"And I'm your first internet date. Is that right, Scott?"
"Well, this is our second date," I retorted. "That counts for something, doesn't it?"
"Exactly," she laughed, just before taking the waiter's cock into her mouth. His was pretty big, perhaps even bigger than me, and Crystal worked it like any experienced woman.
"Your order, sir?" he asked.
"I believe she said she wants the duck with rice. I'll have the pork loin."
Already, the waiter's cock was stiff as stone, while my date expressed her gratitude to him. She apparently worked them up quickly. I'd seen her do it twice before on our last date. 'Too bad that couldn't be me... at least, not yet, anyway,' I thought.
"Did you want anything else, Crystal?" I asked.
She moaned, shaking her head as she continued stuffing the rod deep inside.
The waiter turned his head to me, "Sir, I just arrived to work. I think I'd like to take a moment to finish."
"Of course," I said.
It was totally understandable. On the cab ride over, I had the driver suck me to completion. She was pretty hot for an older woman, and her skills were about an 11 on a scale of ten. I don't normally think of "sex" when getting this kind of blowjob, but it had been some time since I got off, and that woman was definitely experienced. It seemed my date, Crystal, might give her a run for the money, though.
I know some cultures take issue with our little paradise in Eastern Europe. Philthshire is a small country, under a quarter million of us. Hell, most people don't even know we're on the map, but we have all the same amenities as any other advanced culture. We even dress and primp in much the same ways. We're not savages or Amazonians.
We do, however, have a few customs that may shock some people. Since the dawn of our history - our culture has taken the act of oral sex (and we don't even call it 'sex' in this regard), as to be treated as an act of trust between individuals. It's often used when employing someone's services (or they, yours), like getting your tires changed, or buying a coffee from the local barista.
Sucking them is considered an act of good-will. It's a display of trust - of trusting them to handle your needs - to the point you are willing to swallow their seed to prove it. It's like saying "Thank you," or "Hello," or a handshake in most other cultures. It isn't *necessary* at every exchange, but it is very often used when services are exchanged between a man and woman. You really have to be from Philthshire to understand.
It is always the male receiving. That's the custom exchange, no matter who is "buying" as it were. Anything else is considered taboo or perverse. Crystal worked at a sporting goods store. If I had ever visited, I suppose I may have had the pleasure of having my cock sucked by her. However, we met online, starting the relationship on a formal note. I didn't even get a kiss at the end of our first date.
She later texted and let me know I should have tried, and that gave me the courage to ask her out a second time. And here we are. I spoke, "You're a lot more interesting than the other girl I dated. She was kind of a bore."
Sarah Lipton was one of the secretaries at Fargo & Farr. About as interesting as paper, with a figure not much different. Crystal looked at me and smiled, as the waiter unloaded his first wave of spunk. Without skipping a beat, Crystal bore down into it, gulping down the incoming fluid. Twenty seconds or so later, she pulled back off, smiling, nodding at the young man.
"Thank you, ma'am. I assure you I'll do my part to make this evening special, for you and the gentleman." He quickly zipped up, and took the menus away.
Crystal giggled, taking a cloth napkin to her chin. "That's the third time today, Scott."
"Oh, yeah? That ain't too many, is it?"
"I mean, third time I have had to finish someone off. I've had five encounters today, total. That's about right, considering the time, but most guys don't finish. Do you?"
I had to think about it. The girl at the post office, the girl at the DMV, and then the cab driver. I had only used the driver to ejaculate, the others a 'passing blow' as it's known. In fact, most days, I rarely finish. Took too much time.
"I have to admit. You look pretty amazing at it. I can see why guys would be tempted to finish."
"It's not like I'm their girlfriend, though. Isn't it usually reserved for girlfriends?"
"You have me hoping," I smiled.
"Oh, that's sweet of you to say. Maybe one day, Scott. I need to get to know you better."
"I was thinking I could always swing by your store."
Now Crystal looked offended, scolding. "You know it is very wrong to do that with people you date. Any transaction we partake in, would not be considered authentic."
She was right. It was a social taboo in our country. People who shared formal or close relationships don't engage in this act, as (at that point in the relationship) you were either already doing it, or had established a platonic relationship... or in our case, if you're dating. Doing the trust-blowjob for a transaction negates the trust factor, if you're already in an established relationship. I know, if you aren't familiar with our culture, you may find all this very confusing. Think of it this way. In some cultures, some people get very upset if the salad fork is in the wrong place. You decide which rules are sillier.
