In The Wake of a Nymphomaniac
Part 3

By John Morrison

“Welcome to Sonic, can I take your order?” I asked into the microphone. The speaker crackled a little bit.
“Yeah, I want a milkshake,” a quiet famine voice said.
“What size?” I asked.
“Large,” she replied.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” She said. Two minutes later I walked outside with her milkshake.
“Two thirty-eight,” I said. I looked at the girl now. She looked like she might have just graduated. She had straight brown hair with blonde highlights. She handed me a five dollar bill.
“Keep the change,” She said.
“Thanks,” I said, turning around.
“Wait,” She said. I stopped and walked back. “This isn’t what I ordered.” She said.
“Vanilla milkshake?” I asked.
“I wanted a little more,” She said in a sexy voice. I was puzzled.
Her left hand slowly ran across the zipper of my jeans. “ummmm,” I was shocked.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Whip it out,” she said. I looked around. Only one other person was working, a friend of mine, and he was on the drivethru. It was pretty late and there weren’t any other cars on this side. “What? Do you have a tiny dick?” She said, playing with me.
“Well, if you make it a challenge,” I said, unzipping my pants. She reached out and grabbed me by the cock, pulling me against the window of her red car. I couldn’t see anything, my stomach pressed against the top of her car. My cock sticking through a car window, I was getting a blowjob. Her soft warm lips engulfed my hard seven inch cock. Her lips stroked the shaft of my cock, her tongue playing with the head. Then I felt her cold hand at the opening of her mouth, stroking me. I leaned back sort of, still leaning against the car. “So, uhh, what’s your name?” I asked. She kept sucking. A moment later her mouth came off, her hand still jerking me off.
“Yours,” She said, her mouth instantly returning to my cock. She sucked harder and faster now. A car pulled into the stall a few down from us, I desperately hoped they wouldn’t see. Her wet mouth pleasured me. My cock was getting covered in saliva. I could hear her giving me a wet blowjob. Her delicate hands stroked me quick and fast, her mouth doing the rest.
“I’m getting close,” I said. Her mouth came off my cock, her hand stroking me really fast. I came, not seeing it happen. I stepped back when she released her grip. I leaned down and saw her with her face covered in my jizz. “Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you,” She said. She handed me a piece of paper. “Anytime,” She said, starting her car. I quickly put my cock away as she backed up then drove off. I looked down and saw a phone number.