After a few minutes of this gyration, Richard told her to stop. "If you don't stop that, you are going to make me cum in my shorts!" he said.
"Isn't that kind of the idea," Sasha asked, turning around to face Richard.
"Actually, I want to make you come," Richard said, again pulling her close to him, this time until his face was right in front of her crotch. He kissed the fabric of her panties, and then looked up at Sasha. "Let me see it," he begged.
"We really aren't supposed to take our panties off in the VIP booths," Sasha said, but Richard was again kissing her stomach and the front of her panties, and she could feel her resistance weakening.
"It's okay. The other girls take off their bottoms. That's why the curtains are there. See the burnt out exit sign above my head," Richard said, pointing up to an unlit exit sign about 7 feet above the floor. "If the cops come in, the manager turns on the exit sign. It lights up, and it's a signal to act appropriately. Otherwise, anything goes back here. As long, of course, as you and I agree."
Sasha had no idea if Richard was telling the truth or not about the exit sign, but as she continued to think about, she felt Richard's tongue working it's way along the elastic band of her panties, and she lost her inhibitions. Sasha pulled her panties down, and exposed her flaccid cock.
Richard moved his mouth towards it, licking the tip, along the shaft and her balls before moving back to take it in his mouth. He worked her penis gently, and Sasha felt herself start to grow. As the cock grew in his mouth, Richard started pumping more vigorously. Soon Sasha was fully hard and Richard was sucking her cock like a professional. Sasha braced herself against the wall with her left hand to steady herself, and put her right hand on the back of Richard's head to guide his blowjob.
Sasha pushed Richard all the way down until he'd swallowed her whole length. She expected Richard to gag, but he took it all without even a cough. "Oh God, you are very good at this," Sasha said.
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