Sex debts

As part of my job I'm good at making bets on future events, and over the years I've managed to snare one or two cocky women into sucking my dick after they've sworn down a certain thing will happen after a few too many drinks.

So as is inevitable, Spurs beat Arsenal and an acquaintance comes to owe me a blowjob. And not just any blowjob, a public one. A month or two pass and it's time to collect my debt. On the tube I'm recounting the events leading up to it, how the girl has told me about wanking a guy off on her fire escape and it seemed pretty legit. The idea turns me on so I'm down with it.

We meet outside her estate and fuck me, that's a big tower block. I do my bearings (nothing quite like getting jumped when half your blood is in your cock post orgasm and your legs are all wobbly) and find my way inside. I'm told to go to the 8th floor and wait by a fire escape, which feels really fucking bait now I'm standing there but sure enough, the cute little brunette face appears through the round window to the escape: she pops the door and points me to a corner where a bunch of exits from flats converge on a hall - I'm whipping around think where best to take my cock out before she is on her knees, and damn...the girl can suck.

I'm pushing 9" with girth and my cock has nearly slid down her throat, I daren't look down in case she's looking up and I nut immediately. I was expecting a courtesy blowjob, lots of hand stuff with the occasional mouth bob - this is a dumb drunken bet about the London derby after all - But no, she's working me like I brought Mulberry.

I push against the corners as I get close and have just about enough time to give her some warning, she looks up with that half disgusted half pleased look women get sometimes "are you gonna cum?" - I give her a big fucking affirmative and I get the hottest fucking wank finish as she's angrily looking at the metric loads of cum erupting out me as she's sprays it down her neighbours door and wall...

Then I walk back to the station. COYS.