The cashier rings up the amount for the lotto tickets and hands me the slip. I check the numbers and thank him, turning to see you looking at me intently.
"Can I have your ticket?" you ask. "I'm feeling lucky tonight."
"What?" I ask in reply. "I just bought these, one could be worth millions."
"I'm not worth millions?" you ask coyly. "I'll make it worth your time, mister," you grin, index finger playing with your lower lip.
"Hmmm..." I ponder aloud. "Let's go outside, around the store, and we'll discuss terms."
You giggle and lead me outside and around to the back of the store. It's dark outside and there is only a dim lamppost present behind the store. You push me up against the wall and unbuckle my pants, kissing me as you're smiling and purring. As my jeans fall to the ground around my ankles you kneel before me, your warm hand on my cock, stroking slowly.
You lick around the head, then down the shaft's underside to my balls. You suck each one into your mouth and twirl your tongue on them, then let them pop out wetly, your hand still gripping my cock. You lick your way back up and engulf the head, sucking it in, then releasing it, biting the helmet a bit.
Dick all the way hard now, you place your mouth on your open fist and pump up and down on me, soaking me with your saliva. I moan aloud with pleasure, glad I'm braced on the wall. You pause with the tip of the head at your lips, move both hands around to grab my ass, then slowly lower your mouth down over my shaft until your nose is in my short hairs and my head is on the back of your throat. I can feel your tongue moving inside your mouth as it comes out a bit to tickle my balls. You pull your mouth off my cock and stroke it with your hand, smiling up at me.
"Need more incentive?" you ask breathily.
"For possible millions? You bet your ass," I reply.