*this follows on from my previous submissions*
I spent the rest of the day in a daze, I was exhausted from having two amazing orgasms in less than 12 hours and I couldn't stop my mind from replaying my encounters with the persuasive stranger who seemed to know desires and urges that I hadn't even realised I had. I could still smell him on me and I wanted another fix.
I narrowly avoided getting into any more trouble with my supervisor although she did frown pointedly every time my heeled shoes clicked across the library floor and suggested I finish early to get some more suitable footwear for the next day.
I was relieved when the time to escape came as I had another shift at the diner that evening and needed to have a rest before then. In my mind I was debating whether I should make an effort with my appearance, in case I had another visit. But then again I didn't want to appear to enjoy it too much....
My thought was interrupted by my hand being grabbed, I instinctively thought that I was being mugged and tried to wrench my hand away, preparing myself to scream but as I looked up I saw him again, those pale eyes seeing right through me. I don't know why I was surprised!
I opened my mouth, about to ask him what he was doing, who he was, where he had appeared from, but he lifted a hand to his lips to indicate that I should not speak and I found myself complying. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking, I was slightly wary about being pulled down the street in broad daylight. Maybe this had gone a bit too far?
My nerves were not eased when he led me down the side of a building to a dead end that I couldn't see from the street. He backed me against a wall and leant in towards me, at first I thought he was going to kiss me, I even moved slightly towards him as if drawn to a magnet, my heart was pounding, his lips came tantalisingly close then brushed past my cheek as he spoke with a low voice by my ear.
"I didn't get to come before. Get on your knees!"
It wasn't a request. I was too shocked to move, I couldn't do that, not here, in the middle of the afternoon. He grabbed the back of my hair and pushed me down, the ground was rough and I could feel the knee of my stocking ladder, and I steadied myself by gripping onto his thighs.
My face was level with his crotch and I could see that his solid member was straining against its confines, he commanded me to get it out and suck it, he still had a grip of my hair which he tightened menacingly, I lifted my trembling hands and unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his cock and looking up at him for some sign of approval, or encouragement. I couldn't believe that I was even considering this.
He aggressively pushed my face nearer towards him and I automatically wrapped my hand around the firm and solid base to steady myself and apprehensively flicked my tongue up the seam of his swollen cock, he moaned almost silently and I became slightly more confident, I figured that if I could make him come quickly this would be over.
I swirled my tongue around his glistening head as though I were savouring the juiciest lolly ice on a hot summers day and then once more trailed it down the length, flicking it swiftly from side to side, causing his cock to twitch, then I dragged my tongue back up again and plunged his cock deep into my mouth, I moved my head back and forth quickly also using my hand to pump in sync with my soft, wet mouth.
I pulled back once more and continued to lap at his cock with my tongue whilst moving one hand up and down, aided by my saliva. I grew bolder as I could tell the effect my oral attention was having, I began to tease him a little by just taking the head into my mouth, then taking it out again and returning to my tongue lapping, my other hand moved up and gently squeezed his balls, he arched towards me and I felt as though I was in control. My clit was throbbing and I was positively dripping.
