Just got back from the most depressing punt of my life. Fannying on all day trying to get a punt sorted without success, I decide to revisit old ground and drop Miss Sexy Kitty a text. Initial comms are good, it's a late booking at 10:15pm but she's happy to take it so I get ready and drive through. Pull up a couple of streets away and get a text asking if I'm still coming and asking where I am. I text back saying I am where she used to get me to park, she immediately rings me and tells me to park in front of her house cos it's late and she doesn't want her neighbours to see people walking around? Fair enough, drove down to her house and walked to her door while a couple of feral youths rode past me on BMX's. She let me in and led me upstairs, so far so good I hand the 20 notes over which is her going rate for a blowie. She nips out to stash the cash and returns, opening her mouth I realise she is either half pissed, on drugs or both. Fuck! Probably half pissed I gather when she takes a drink of her cider.
Talking over the top of her late 90's rave music she tells me no touching in the £20 deal, if I would like to feel her newly enhanced, silly-looking fake tits I will have to stump up an extra tenner. I think about it for 2 seconds and decide to stick with the £20 blowie. Bad start to the punt, despite me been horny as hell all day when faced with a half-cut Miss Kitty and Blue Monkey rave music my little soldier decides he doesn't want to play ball. I lay back on the bed while she fumbles with my limp cock and use the power of mind to summon a hard-on. Looking quite pleased with herself she takes the condom out and amateurishly puts it on my cock. The blowjob went like this; sucks, uses hand, says sorry, sucks, uses hand, says sorry, sucks, stops, complains she's got a dry mouth, sucks, uses hand, complains she's too hot, stops to put on fan, sucks, complains she's too cold, stops to turn off fan, sucks, says sorry, complains she's got a dry mouth, sucks, complains she's too hot, stops to turn on fan, says sorry, sucks.
I was beginning to lose all hope when she stops to drop another bomb shell "you only get 10 minutes in the £20 deal y'know". Determined to salvage what I can I tell her I can't cum because she keeps stopping every 30 seconds. She says sorry and starts sucking again. I tell her to just use her hand if she's got a dry mouth and she says no it's alright and proceeds to lick the tip of my cock while wanking me off. At this point I lay back, think of England and by some miracle pull of a cum 90% mind control and 10% what she was doing to me. She says "there you are" like she's just done me a huge favour and throws a pack of baby wipes at me, telling me to wrap the condom up in them and put it in the bin. She immediately goes to her phone starts mumbling something about missing a call or forgetting to text someone back. Takes a drink of her cider and lets out a massive burp, classy! I don't really care I just want to get out of there. We go downstairs and she holds me hostage while she checks her street for signs of life before granting me permission to leave. Will never return!
Planning a trip to see Beth tomorrow to help me forget about tonights punt. £40 notes is well spent on her blowies she is my number 1 girl for a sloppy nosh simply fantastic.