This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able.
A Career Change Chapter 7 - Happy Hour Again
I went back on the elevator and down to the first floor. I retraced my steps slowly from last night and entered the hallway. It was five to five and Room A was green. I forgot to bring water. I opened the door and went into Room A thinking, what was waiting for me on the other side?
"You look lovely tonight. I have been waiting for you" the man said
"Thank you, Sir, you are early," I replied, speaking into the floor, looking down to avoid the bright lights.
"I want to be the first to cum in your mouth tonight, Rachelle," he said.
That was the first man to call me by chosen name. I knelt down as he moved forward from sitting to standing. His shoes and pants were completely off. His cock was already hard and had pre cum dripping from the tip. His pubic hair was graying, that much I could tell, and I had the sense he was anxious.
"I haven't cum in two weeks, I hope to give you a big load tonight," the man said with a hint of giddiness in his voice.
My cock resonated at that thought. I licked the head and lapped the precum up. I then went completely down on him as he moaned in appreciation. I sucked the length of his shaft, about six inches, and then back to the top. I ran my tongue up and down several times before taking him deep again. He wasn't overly thick, so he was manageable.
"Lick my balls baby," he said as he took a wider stance and let his balls hang more freely.
I did as he commanded and took his low hanging balls in my mouth, bathing them with my tongue. I went back to his cock and ran my tongue around the rim of his mushroom head when suddenly he turned around and shoved his ass in my face while pulling his cheeks apart.
"It's clean baby, I just showered. Lick my hole and tongue it," he said. I hesitated.
"Come on baby, I tip really well."
I did a quick sniff of his ass. It seemed clean. Why not I thought as I buried my face into his ass, my tongue darting in and out of his rosebud. Licking the length of the crack, and circling his hole, he became very excited.
"Oh god yes!" he yelled out. "Keep doing that please! You are wonderful baby."
I continued doing that for another minute or two when he suddenly turns around, "Open your mouth baby, here it comes."
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. As I did that, he jerked off and his hot semen sprayed all over my face, with some landing on my tongue. It was like a fire hose full of a two-week load. He screamed out as his balls drained out onto my face. He collapsed back on the chair, as I sat there stunned. My God that was a lot of cum I thought. I was speechless, but I think I may have giggled. Luckily, I closed my eyes before he came, but it was dripping off my face and onto the blouse, and skirt.
"Thanks baby, that was great," he said as he got up and got dressed. I stayed kneeling as I was instructed to do by Carla, trying not to wipe my face so my makeup wasn't more of a mess than it surely was already. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out cash. He handed me some amount and he put his shoes on.
"You were wonderful. I have to get going Rachelle, but I will be back for you in about two weeks with another load." With that he left.
I stayed there for a few minutes. That was an incredible about of cum I thought. I looked down at my blouse and skirt, which were more than speckled with cum. I got up and left the room and went into the hallway. I looked in the mirror. What a mess! My makeup was not great. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that both Rooms B and C are green. I tried to clean up as best I could, but I was not pretty. There was no way to hide the fact I just had a massive load sprayed on my face. I smelled like cum which overpowered the perfume Carla put on me earlier.
I went to Room B. I was getting used to the lighting, learning to look down at the floor. I suspect that was on purpose because it felt very submissive to have to look down. I moved to the kneeling pad and heard a voice.
"I was wondering if you were going to get here" said a man in a deep voice.
"I was a little delayed next door" I said.
"I can see that. You smell like a cum bucket. Well suck me baby, I have a load for you as well. I must get home on time."
The chair slid forward to expose an uncut cock. I gently sucked and licked his cock until his foreskin retracted exposing a large mushroom head. I licked and flicked my tongue around the rim of his mushroom and sucked his head until he shot a small load in my mouth. I swallowed it.
"That was great baby, thank you." He zipped up and left.
No tip. I got up and went to Room C.
As soon as I opened the door a wall of cigar smoke greeted me. Damn, I didn't know members could smoke in here, but then again I don't know the rules other than what I am supposed to do in here. There are no fans in these rooms I thought to myself.
"Good, you are here," I heard a very gruff and manly man's voice say.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"Get to it then," he said.
The seat moved forward, presenting a large man with a big belly and an average cock. He had a cigar in his hand which he raised to his mouth. I started to work on his cock, and after a few minutes he blew cigar smoke down towards me doing that several times as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I was tasting cigar tobacco with his cock. That made my little cock twinge in the chastity cage. God, I love sucking cigar smoking men I thought0. Cigars are very manly in my opinion and manly I was not, particularly at this moment, on my knees, dressed up like a real slut and sucking the third cock of the evening.
I worked his cock for what felt like forever, as he occasionally blew smoke down onto me which he seemed to enjoy, almost letting a faint laugh out when he did so. He finally grunted and bucked his hips, spurting a small load into my mouth. He got up, zipped up threw some money on the floor and said "Thanks, you are a good cock sucker. See you soon," with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
I took the money and exited. It was five after six. None of the rooms were green and as I was about to leave, Room A went green. Damn it I thought, I want to leave. I opened the door almost immediately.
"You startled me," a man said.
"I am sorry Sir," as I knelt down.
"No need to be." he said, referring to my make up. "Just make me feel better baby," he said, as he stepped forward. This man had a nice, very stiff cock with a drop of precum on the slit. I got to work on it immediately.
"It looks like you had a rough go of it this evening. You smell like a cum bucked and were you smoking a cigar?" he said.
I stopped sucking his cock to explain it was the last member who was smoking in the booth, I didn't feel I needed to explain the cum bucket issue. I said I was new here and this was my second day on the job. He commented that I was a very good cocksucker and that I should keep it up to get my reward.
My reward came when he held my head and blew his large load into my mouth, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Yes! Take it slut!"
I swallowed it all and even cleaned his cock of any saliva and cum. He tipped me twenty dollars and said he would see me soon before he left. Back to the hallway I went. None of the lights were green and Carla said I had three reservations and that was the fourth one. I left to go to the elevator. My legs were tired from being on that machine all day, walking in heels, and kneeling constantly for the last hour and a half. I left the hallway, went to the elevator, got in the car, and noticed my God I do smell like a cigar, and a cum bucket. I got to my apartment, closed the door, and drew the shower water when I realized the heels were locked and Carla had the keys!
I turned the water off and pulled the plug out of my pussy.
"Oh my God!" I screamed as I gently pulled the monster plug out. My pussy was sore. I was too tired to deal with the heels being locked, and I didn't feel like messaging Carla. I tried to slip my feet out of them, but the ankle cuff was too tight, and I didn't want to ruin them by cutting them off. Dinner arrived, I ate, smoked a cigarette or two afterwards and had two glasses of wine. I felt trapped in locked heels, and that excited me, yet I was too tired to be excited. What a waste of an opportunity I thought, being locked into fuck me heels, and having no one to use me.
I dozed off to sleep on the couch, smelling like a cigar store and cum bucket, with my legs, feet, and pussy sore from the day's workout.