She was blindfolded and waiting for me. She didn’t know me. She had never met me. Her self-described Dom had told her to be where she was at 4:30 p.m. sharp. She was to wait wearing nothing but a blindfold, a loose summer dress, and sandals.

She was sitting alone on a park bench near a secondary picnic area in Overton Park. The cell phone was in her left hand because she was waiting for a call.

The phone rang and I watched her answer it.

“Hello?” she said.

She listened to some questions.

“Yes, Sir. As you told me. Yes.”

She listened more and then began to raise the dress up her legs. She held the phone carefully with her left hand as her right hand found her shaved mound. She kept listening as her fingers began to move in flat circles over her clit.

I stepped closer to see better, and she sensed me without hearing me. She jumped forward but didn’t try to stand or remove the blindfold.

“Sir,” she told the phone, “I think there is someone here.” She listened intently to the phone before slowly leaned back into the bench again.

“Jackson?” she called carefully.

“Yes,” I answered, “I am here.”

“Yes, Sir, it’s him,” she told the phone.

More questions came from the phone along, I’m sure, with more instructions.

“Yes, Sir, I am continuing.”

And she was. Her hand was back on her pussy like before. Her fingers moving faster now, from side to side occasionally, then back to circles, all at random patterns or as the mood struck her.

I stepped even closer, standing near her feet, and began to unbuckle my jeans. She heard the zipper, I realized, or maybe the sound of the buckle chiming like a small bell. She had to have known what I was doing.

My cock was already hard, so I took it out and began to stroke it.

“He asks,” she said, “Are you stroking your cock yet?”

“Yes,” I told her.

She leaned upward, still in a sitting position with her legs spread wide and her dress around her waist. She handed the phone upward for me to take.

“He wants to have you tell him what you see,” she said. And with that, she groped around with her hand until she found my cock. I followed her lead and stepped forward. She took me then, her mouth on my cock as her hand stroked the shaft.

“What is she doing?” came the voice on the phone.

“Sucking my cock.”

“Tell me. Tell me, please, what you see.”

“She’s good, damned good. She has the head in her mouth, her lips just beyond the crest of the head, and I can feel her tongue. Her hand is stroking me, picking up the moisture from her mouth.”

“May I ask one favor?” asked the voice.

“Of course, you set this up.”

“Tell her I have asked you not to cum in her mouth. That okay with you, not cuming in her mouth?”

“No way.”

“What? We had an arrangement. Why…”

“She is really one fine little cutie,” I told him. Holding the phone aside, I told her, “God, Honey, you are good. And the phone here says you can take my cum deep in your mouth. Take it, Sweet Thing.”

“Sweet Thing?” squawked the voice on the phone, “She’s my slut, damn it!”

“He agrees, Honey,” I told her, “You are such a good slut. Do it good, Baby, make your man proud.”

With that she redoubled her efforts and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I hit the mute button on the phone and told her, “I’m close, Honey. Get me there, yeah, get me there. Take my cum, you sweet little slut.”

And she did. She took every blast of cum I had to offer and then began trying to suck my balls through my cock like a straw.

“Whoa, Honey, that’s it for me.” I sort of wiggled myself out of her grasp and watched her sit back for praise and more instructions.

I was zipping myself up, telling her how good she was, how beautiful she was, and lucky her guy was. All the while I watched her fingers twitch as if they needed something to do, as if something between her legs needed something done.

“You can go on rubbing if you want.”

She smiled softly as her fingers found her sopping pussy.

I clicked the phone back to voice and held it to my ear as I eased back a little away from the woman.

“She is fine, she really is.”

“We had an arrangement,” the conceited fuck blustered on the phone. “We had a deal.”

“You don’t deserve her,” I told him. Then I clicked off the phone, tossed it onto the ground at her feet, and walked away.

I could hear her cum as I disappeared into the trees.

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