My mystery man stands before me. His tall stature and the scent of his body is getting me hot and bothered. There’s no denying he’s a gorgeous man, even if I still can’t put my finger on his fucking face.

He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the side of my neck. I’m sure he can feel my heart beating in my throat. I can’t lie; I’m filled with adrenaline.

Who is he? Why is the passion between us so strong?

He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging me a little to help loosen me up. He can sense my nerves and my tension and is doing a lovely job helping me let go.

“Mmmm, Persephone,” he says in a raspy voice, wrapping me in his embrace.

His tone is so sensual. I’m having a hard time trying not to jump his bones right now.

“I—I know what might loosen me up,” I suggest playfully and then wink at him, shifting the focus from my nerves to what we both want to happen.

“And what is that, kitten?” he asks.

He knows, but he just wants me to say it. To admit to him and myself that I want him, which, I really fucking do.

My chest is heavy, and my stomach is fluttering. Just as I start to feel a rush, he pulls my body tightly against his own and places a hand behind my head. His fingers curl against the base of my skull, forcing my face close to his.

He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together. I fight every urge I have not to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it would be.

“I want you, dammit,” I admit. “Let’s get to know each other even better.”

I’m feeling ballsy. I mean, without any boyfriend tying me down, why not push and see where this can go?

I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together in a searing kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.

I snap back to reality when he pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.

“On your knees!” he bellows.

His tone is eerily familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I’ve heard it before. I don’t even know how to respond, other than to do exactly what he wants.

Before I know it, I’m kneeling down, eye level with my mystery man’s crotch. His bulge is huge, and his jeans leave nothing to the imagination.

I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock.

I wait patiently for him to make a move. I want to rip his cock out right there and swallow it down my throat and hear him moan at me. But I know better.

Right there, in front of the window of the brothel, as neon signs glow around us, shining against our skin, he unbuckles and unzips his pants.

The anticipation of watching his pants open drive me wild. Moving slowly, he unbuttons his pants and moves his hands to his hips. Then, he slides his pants and his boxer briefs down.

Fully exposed in front of me, and at full attention, is Mystery Man’s long, thick cock. I lose my own control and pounce at it with my mouth.

As I suck him wildly, I can see a crowd drawing around the brothel window out of the corner of my eye. I never thought I’d have this story to tell one day: blowing a stranger in a brothel.

For one, I’m not getting paid for it.

I’m literally putting on a free show for everyone to see how the fuck you’re supposed to get it done. Consider it community service.

“Mmmm. Holy shit, girl,” I hear him moan in approval. “Get it nice and slick.”

I lick his cock up and down, coating it with my spit. He rests his hand on the back of my head.

The feel of his cock sliding in and out against my lips has me worked up. I part my legs to stabilize myself, and as I suck his cock, I start grinding the air, trying to get any and all friction from my panties to graze against my clit.

My mystery man is pleased with me and my advances. His fingers scratch my scalp gently, and I feel like a little pet being rewarded with affection.

I moan with his cock still in my mouth, the whispers of the crowd penetrating the glass. My mystery man grabs my head and holds it in place, preparing me for his massive load.

Streams of pearly, creamy cum empty from his cock into my mouth, coating my throat, my tongue, and my teeth.

As he tears his cock out of my mouth, some of his cum drips down onto my chin and my chest, and I happily scoop it up back into my mouth for the delight of the eager crowd.

They rave as I bite my finger before pulling it completely out of my mouth.

“Stand up,” Mystery Man orders in a low, sexy, and commanding voice. His words echo through me.

I get my feet under me and rise up. My heart is racing. I’m so on edge with anticipation.

“Arch your back.”

I stand with my chest out, pushing my breasts up high and my ass further out behind me. My perfect stranger grabs my tits with his large hands. He caresses them gently, and slowly becomes more forceful.

I typically prefer to be the one giving orders, but for some reason, this is really doing it for me. The primal influence of it all really turns me on. My pussy is wet, and I’m dying for some attention down there.

His cock is hard, pressed against my ass, and I wish he’d just tear through the seam of my dress and take me right here. Fuck, I need his cock.

He traces my areolas and gently flicks my nipples. Before I know it, he’s pinching them.

It’s gentle at first, but as more pressure is exerted, an entirely different sensation takes over. I moan into his neck as I fall forward slightly, unexpectedly.

I ease my head back and smile at him playfully. He brings me against the cool glass window, facing the street and our audience.

I’m so fucking wet, and I need him to fuck me.

He takes a step back. He sees me squirming and shifting my hips around, and he picks up on my incredible arousal.

I peer back, and I can see his very clearly as well. His cock is rock-hard and throbbing.

He moves back to me and whispers in my ear, his warm breath rolling on my bare neck, “You’re mine tonight.”

I’m so worked up that I don’t even know what to say or do to respond. I can just feel my pussy lips aching and my clit throbbing without even being touched.

He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, bringing my knees onto the window sill.

He brings his hands between my closed legs, running his fingers just inside the back part of my inner thighs and grazing right below my ass.

I roll my eyes, unable to control my lust and needing some way to express it. His teasing is too much but just enough all at once.

I need more of him.

And the hungry eyes of our onlookers aren’t helping my surging and overwhelming need for some fucking cock. I stick my ass out, ready to take him and give the people a show they won’t forget.