The young couple sat quietly in the restaurant booth, on opposite sides of the table set for three. She kept looking out the window while he nervously fiddled with his iPhone. Any conversation was in short clipped sentences, even the serving girl could read the tension as she quietly asked again if they were ready to order. 

“No.” The girl said, shaking her head as he stared petulantly at his phone, randomly skipping from one app to another like a nervous kid. The sun had set to the point where it was low on the horizon and shining straight into the window. A sound caught her ear, the low rumble of a powerful car coming into the parking lot. She could now see it out the window, a black convertible with the top down. It parked in front of the window, almost right in front of their table. By now her companion had noticed the car as well, and his fidgeting got even worse as he watched the man clamber out of the low slung sports car.

She watched him stretch out after his long drive. From their conversations she wasn’t sure what to expect. He seemed bigger in person than she expected, somehow more imposing than six feet tall would indicate. After stretching out, he dropped his leather jacket on the back seat and turned to walk into the restaurant. His strides were long an confident, no hesitation as he entered the seating area and waved over the waitress. She pointed to the young couple and he smiled and headed over after giving her a couple of orders that she quickly wrote down.

As he approached the table she felt a moment of panic. Unable to decide what to do, she slid over to make room for him and without hesitation he plunked himself down beside her. “Hello Katie, it’s good to finally meet you.” He said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. She blushed as his hand rested comfortably on her thigh and his lips slid back to her ear, whispering. “You look wonderful.”

On the other side of the table, her companion cleared his throat, looking both annoyed and nervous at the same time. “Umm, Greg, this is my husband, Jeff.” Greg looked over at him with a cool and almost blank expression. Jeff tried to meet his gaze, but after a few moments broke the stare and looked away. At that moment the waitress arrived with a couple of drinks, giving a momentary reprieve from the tension that had suddenly grown. “I took the liberty of ordering for you sweetie.” Greg said with a smile. They picked up their drinks and exchanged a toast, while Jeff looked on, his scowl deepening. Greg looked back to him, and again Jeff lost the nerve to challenge him. 

“Jeff, you seem to have a bit of an attitude problem.” Greg said casually. “Let me explain this for you, so we are clear.” Jeff sat stiffly, looking down at his hands that fiddled nervously with his phone. “It’s quite simple, you will behave, do as you are told, and be a good boy. If you don’t, we’ll leave you behind. I’m sure I can find many things to do with your wife without you being around moping and scowling.” Greg slipped his fingers under her skirt, teasing her thigh with his rough skinned fingertips.

“Are we clear?” Greg asked. Jeff paused, his mouth set in pout. Inside his heart was racing, fear and doubt unmanning him. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good, because if you try and ruin your wife’s good time…I have no patience for that. Understood?”

“Yes.” The answer came more quickly this time. The pattern was set, he could almost physically feel his cock shrinking as he watched his wife flirt with this arrogant stranger. They sipped their drinks, touched, explored, as he watched silently. 

The waitress returned, and Greg ordered for all of them. Jeff started to make his order, but Greg cut him off with a wave. He grinned at the waitress. “The gentleman will have the kids hamburger and a milkshake, vanilla.” She winked back at him, obviously this was part of what he had told her when he came in. Jeff blushed bright pink at the insult, but said nothing as Greg calmly sipped his drink and looked over at him.

Greg and Katie slipped into conversation, talking more comfortably as the meal progressed. Jeff’s food came first, and the waitress giggled as she put it in front of him, making him blush again. Greg motioned her over, whispering in her ear and making her descend into another fit of giggles as she walked away. The meal passed quickly, Greg giving Katie bites of his steak, the prime red blooded pieces that packed the most flavour. Her giving him samples of the delicate fish that he had ordered for her.

As the dishes were cleared away, the grinning waitress brought out a banana split for Jeff, putting it down in front of him with a giggle. “Well Jeff, it’s time for us to go.” He put a piece of paper down on the table in front of Jeff, with a phone number on it. “When you finish that and pay the bill, call me. The waitress will make sure that you have finished your dessert before you’re allowed to leave the table. Do you understand?” Jeff looked like he was about to stand, but Greg stared him down with his steady calm gaze and Jeff slumped back down.

Offering a hand to Katie, they headed for the door. She liked his presence, how he moved and the firmness of his body. As they walked out to the convertible she marveled at how easily she had gone along, no consideration of not going with him. It just seemed like that was never an option she should consider. He opened the door for her, helping her settle down into the low car. The black leather seats were warm from the sun, a nice contrast to the chilling air. He climbed in, comfortable and familiar in the stark German interior.

As he started the car, he leaned over to Katie. “Give me your panties.” It wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t exactly an order either. The tone was reasonable, it seemed like a natural thing to do. As she reached down and hiked up her skirt, she felt her body respond. Arousal, in a rush of understanding and implication. She handed over the panties and he took them with a smile. “Thank you sweetie.”

She could see Jeff staring out the window, his face downcast as he watched them leave. Cruelly, Greg held up her panties, hooking them on the mirror and making sure that Jeff got a good look at them. Katie could see the waitress standing behind him, also looking out. She felt heat in her cheeks as she blushed, realizing that it was quite obvious to anyone what was going on. They drove away, the cool rush of the wind easing her mind. He took the panties off with a chuckle. “I know it’s tacky, but it had a great effect on him. Put them in your bag, you won’t be needing them.”

With a laugh she pushed them into her little purse and leaned back as the road rushed by and they tackled the windy coastal highway. His hand rested on her thigh between shifts as they sprinted through the corners, slowly working its way up until her bare pussy was uncovered and exposed. She parted her legs unconsciously, almost lifting her hips in eager anticipation of his fingers. But he was patient, fingers circling, teasing, but never touching her sex.

After a few minutes of driving, his phone rings. He pulls over as he answers.

“Are you finished everything? Are you sure? Mhmm. Put the waitress on. Yes. Now. Thank you.” Greg winks at Katie as he waits. “Did he finish it? Oh really. Tell him to drink that part out of the bottom. Thank you.” He waits for an answer from the other end. “Perfect, thank you sweetie, you’ve been a huge help. Yes his wife is here with me. I know, he’s not very happy about it is he? There’s a surprise for you at the front counter that I left. Call me later. Yes, tell him to call me after he has paid the bill, not before.” He hangs up, turning to Katie. “Spread your legs honey.”

Katie leans back, opening her legs as he snaps a quick picture with his phone. Before long, it rings. “You did as you were told? Good boy. Now, I’m sending you something. Call me back when you get it.” Greg hits send on the picture, he already has Jeff’s email from the communications they had to setup this meeting. He fires up the car and they roar off, belting down the windy road until they reach a small exit that leads down to the beach. Carefully he navigates it, easing the low car over the bumps and holes in the old gravel road.

As they reach the bottom, the phone rings. “You got it? Good. Wait there, I will call you back.” Greg hangs up and opens the door, walking around to help Katie up. He gets a blanket out of the trunk, takes her hand and walk out onto the deserted beach. They kick of their shoes, leaving them behind as they get into the soft powdery sands. He lays the blanket out far enough from the water to not get wet, but close enough to feel it’s cool mist as the waves languidly crash further out. He takes her in his arms, kissing her slowly and deeply, moving his body against hers. 

“Romantic setting isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She said, eyes locked on his. “But we are not here for romance, are we?” He says as he pushes her gently but firmly to her knees on the blanket. “Undo my pants girl.” Quickly she complies, licking her lips as she fumbles with the thick leather belt, finally freeing it and pulling the buttons free on the old button-fly jeans. Without hesitation she pulls his pants down, leaving him standing there in his loose black boxer shorts that outline and hint at what lies beneath.  

“Go ahead sweetie, I know you want to see.” With a wicked grin she pulls the boxers down, revealing his dark thick cock, hanging heavily in front of a pair of large balls. She sucks in her breath, eyes widening. “I love it.” She said with a smile, leaning forward and kissing the dark smooth skin. She heard the snap of his camera as he lips touch his cock. 

“Call me when you get the next picture, and I will tell you where to find us. Yes, it’s sent already.” He runs his fingers into her hair, the gorgeous red locks glinting in the fading light. There was no way he could turn down this offer, despite the long distance and flighty husband. This girl was gorgeous. The phone rang as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the girth of the fat cock head. “Nice picture isn’t it? Yes, she’s sucking me now. She’s very pretty, and she is even more beautiful with a real man’s cock in her mouth. We’re at the #25 exit for the beach, of the coast highway. You know it? Good. Better hurry, or we might change our minds.”

He ended the call and tossed the phone on the blanket. “Are you ok sweetie?”

“Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted. I feel so alive. And wet.” He watched as she took him back into her warm wet mouth, working herself up and down on his thickening phallus. He grew to full size, his long thick cock standing proudly at attention as she eagerly took as much as she could in her mouth. The dark skin glistened in the half light as her saliva coated it. In the background she could hear the crunching of gravel as her husband’s minivan scampered down the hill, creaking to a stop beside the bull’s convertible. She felt her stud begin to fuck her mouth with his veiny cock, her attention caught between knowing her husband was walking up behind her, and the insistent cock pounding her mouth.

She could feel him behind her, close enough to touch, but a void was now between them. “She has a wonderful mouth, doesn’t she?” Jeff mumbled something in reply that made her bull laugh. “Undress, boy.” Greg pulled his rigid cock from her mouth, she licked her lips, eager to spend more time with this gorgeous cock.

Greg moved over to stand beside her now nude husband, his dark skin and thick proud erection in stark contrast to Jeff’s small pale circumcised cock that peeked out of a nest of brown pubic hair. “So Katie, which cock do you want?” Greg grinned at her as Jeff stared openly at her stud’s huge hard cock. Katie smirked back. “Hmm, I don’t know. I mean, it’s hard to decide between a flaccid little dickie and a big hard mans cock isn’t it?” They laughed as Jeff visibly cringed. 

“What do you want sweetie?” Greg asked with a smile. “I want to suck your cock until you cum, then I want you to give me a real fucking with that thing.”

“Mmm, good thinking, but we have something for Jeff first.” Greg reached down and grabbed his pants, fishing something out of his pocket. It was a little pink bow on a small rubber ring. “That little dickie needs some decoration, don’t you think?” He handed the cock ring to her, and she reached out to pull her sissified husband towards her. The ring slipped easily over the head, making him look even more pathetic with the bright yellow bow shouting to the world, ‘here lies a pathetic cock’. Katie giggled as she gave his little cock a kiss. 

“Stop playing with the kid stuff sweetie, I want your beautiful mouth.” With a smile Katie complied, working her mouth down as far as she could on what was rapidly becoming her favourite cock. Using her hand she stroked him fast and hard, fingers not quite reaching around the girth of his swollen meat. He groaned and thrust into her mouth, steadying himself with a hand on Jeff’s shoulder as he fucked his wife’s mouth. Faster and faster she stroked and sucked, loving the feeling of his cock filling her mouth and pushing her limits into her throat.

He couldn’t last, the anticipation and perfection of the scene driving him over the edge as he erupted into her mouth. Long streams of his cum pumping into her, more than she could swallow and it ran down her chin and dripped onto her summer dress. Jeff watched in horror as his wife eagerly kept pumping the spewing cock, making cooing noises as she drank what she could, and let the rest spill out in a mess. Greg squeezed his shaft, dropping the last drops of cum onto her extended tongue before stepping back. “Kiss her.” He ordered.

Jeff blanched, looking like he wanted to run, disappear, or burrow under the sand. Greg put his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, forcing him to his knees. “Kiss your pretty wife.” Katie didn’t wait for Jeff to make up his mind, she leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, giving him a long deep kiss and pushing her cum covered tongue into his mouth. Greg moved back closer as she finished the kiss, hanging his semi hard cock in front of Katies mouth, and right in Jeff’s view as he kneeled there, powerless. 

He felt his stomach turn from the combination of the cum in his mouth, and the up close view of his beloved wife taking this stranger’s big cock into her sensual mouth. With impotent rage he watched as this bull’s cock grew and hardened as she eagerly sucked and stroked it, her other hand busy fingering her obviously wet pussy. His rage turned to despair as he realized that he could not compare to this, that he could never satisfy her in this way. She would never look at his cock with the obvious need and passion that she had now. 

Greg pulled out of her mouth, fully erect and ready. “Get on your hands and knees please sweetie.” 

“Ooh, with pleasure baby.”

“Jeff, come here.” Greg had crouched down behind Katie, his cock bobbing each time he moved as he eyed her beautiful little pussy. Jeff slowly moved over, kneeling beside them. “Take my cock in your hand boy. Don’t be shy, it won’t bite.” Jeff visibly quivered as his hand slowly reached out to grasp the thick cock. “Good boy, now line it up with her pussy.” Greg lowered himself slowly as Jeff pointed the fat plum head at his wife’s little slit. “Your wife is going to fuck my big cock, and she’s going to love it.” Jeff groaned as he watched the dark skinned head push against his wife’s opening. 

“Oh god Greg, I’m going to cum fast.” Katie said, biting her lip as he pushed harder against her slit. With a strong thrust, he forced himself into her incredibly tight opening, Jeff’s hand caught at the point of penetration, unable to bring himself to move it as the thick cock pushed into his wife, stretching her out more than he had ever seen or imagined. 

Within seconds he could feel her climax, body tensing as she shouted out joyfully and bucked against the bull mounting her from behind. As she came Greg thrust deeper, driving his cock into her in long powerful strokes. Jeffs hand was mashed between his wife’s pussy and the stud’s pelvis each time he slammed into her. He realized he was hard, his little cock twitching each time he felt the big cock slide between his fingers into Katie’s soaked cunt. When she came again, lost in her haze of pleasure, he felt the ache in his balls just before he sprayed his cum onto his wife’s thigh. The sights and sounds were driving him wild, watching the dark skinned cock glistening with her juices pounding into her spread open pussy. The sound of her squealing and moaning with pleasure as he used her.

Greg looked down at him, noticing that he’d cum on himself. “Look Katie, he’s cum already and he hasn’t even touched his cock.” Katie looked back at him, laughing. “Aww, poor boy, good thing I have you here to give me a real fucking.” Chuckling, he slid his cock out and smacked her ass. “On your back girl.” Ignoring Jeff, they continued their fun as she lay back and spread her legs wide, and he slapped his cock head on her swollen sensitive clit. Each time she gasped in pleasure, back arching, hips lifting up in an appeal to have his cock back inside her. Soon he gave her what she wanted, sliding into her flushed slit and starting to fuck her hard and fast. Jeff watched as his lovely wife was slammed mercilessly, here on this beach they had visited so many times as a couple. 

Shamed and unsure what to do with himself, Jeff sat beside them and gawked. He lost count of how many times she came, watching mesmerized as he wanked himself, forgotten as they fucked. Finally the bull started to grunt and moan, pistoning his cock into her until finally he blew his load deep into her soaking wet pussy. He kept pumping slowly as the heavy load of hot cum started to leak out, savouring the feel of her raw, well used pussy gripping his spent cock. Finally he pulls out, sitting back to admire his handiwork. He grinned at Jeff. “I think she’s happy now.” Jeff looked at his wife, her legs spread open, raw wet pussy open wide and leaking this stranger’s cum. Her eyes were closed, mouth smiling, her long red hair spread out in a fan on the blanket.

“Now boy, clean her up.” Jeff looked at him in horror. “No.”

“Yes you will. Or you’ll be walking home. I have your keys, and your clothes.” Jeff realized that as he was watching his wife, Greg had already dressed and was holding his keys. “Come on, all of it.”

Reluctantly he kneeled between Katie’s legs, bringing his mouth to her sensitive sex, almost gagging the first time as he licked her and a thick wad of cum coated his tongue. But his wife responded to it, moaning deep and long from the sensation of his tongue. Encouraged, he started to clean her, surprised as she reached down and grabbed his head, pushing it into her pussy, wanting more. “Oh fuck baby, eat me.”

Greg chuckled as he dropped the keys to the van and walked away, picking up his shoes on the way to his car. He opened the door, and sat down while he knocked the sand off his feet and shoes. As he put them back on, his phone rang. The waitress was off shift and waiting for him.

He took a last look out on to the beach where the couple were lost in their moment, barely visible as it got darker. The car came to life, rumbling it’s deep bass line as he pulled away and left them to their pleasures.

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The bus pulled up, every inch of it gleaming in silver perfection. It’s smooth curved outline reflected the images of the short line of people standing expectantly at the bus stop distorting them slightly in classic carnival mirror style. The little girl holding her mothers hand made faces to her reflection until she was finally coaxed inside, laughing and chattering like a bird. The inside presented itself as sleekly as the exterior, white vinyl seats wrapped in stainless steel that seemed to hover in the air above a flat black floor that extended all the way to the back of the long machine.
The lady and her daughter took a seat by a window, the girl eagerly watching the world pass by as the bus silently and swiftly accelerated away from the stop. The mother sat primly on her seat, shoulders square, her knees that extended just beyond the hem of her black skirt pressed together. Her white gloved hands rested lightly on her lap, a contrast with her black attire. The only break in her black and white coloring was a red semi circular logo sown into the lapel of her coat.
She sat quietly, watching her daughter who was delightedly naming each street as they passed by, counting down the blocks to her destination. From behind her could hear snippets of conversation, lewd comments made by men sitting a couple of rows back. She ignored them as insignificant, but as the men grew louder and bolder, her daughter turned her head to peer back at them. Sighing to herself, Marion stood slowly, turning to face the three young men.
“Boys.” She said, fixing them with a cold look. “Do you wish a citation?”
Knowing that her mother was not to be trifled with, her daughter sat down quietly. The twenty-something males froze in place, suddenly realizing that they were potentially in deep trouble.
“This is no place for your childish remarks here, in front of my daughter no less. Your lack of judgement points to either stupidity or immaturity, which is it?”
The man sitting in the middle, a good looking lad with broad shoulders, stammered out a reply, “Immaturity Maam, we apologize.”
Marion reached into her coat, pulling out an official looking book wrapped in black leather, and flipped it open. Slowly she paged through as the bus pulled up to its next stop.
“Maam, this is our stop.” She fixed him with a withering stare and he settled back into his seat. In what was obviously a familiar movement, she slid the pen out of it’s holder in the binding of the ticket book and started to write. Her face betrayed no expression as she filled out the citation and tore it out of the book, folding and handing it to the flustered man.
“This is a level one, you are lucky it is not a level three.” The bus arrived at its next stop, her stop. She turned smoothly, took her daughters hand and exited through the rows of silent onlookers. As she exited the bus, the young man opened the ticket and read what it said. His eyes widened in shock. He turned to watch her through the window as the bus pulled away, but she did not look back.
With her child in hand Marion headed for the massive gothic entrance of  the building that towered over her. Though there were many people coming in and out of the building, the overall scene felt calm and subdued. The heavily armed security guards stood discreetly in alcoves and above on balconies that provided longer sight lines. She showed her ID as she entered, her eye catching on a spot behind the guards head where the was deeply scarred by a couple of bullets. One of the former guards here had died at this post. It was a sobering thought for her as she led her daughter into the complex.
Beyond the entrance the building opened up massively, heavy stone mixing with concrete and glass into a gargantuan open courtyard that dwarfed all that worked within it. As she looked up at the huge pyramid shaped skylight that stood hundreds of feet above her she was once again reminded of the banned book she had read as a youth, George Orwell’s ‘1984’. The parallels  were obvious and ironic, even if the causes and intent were very different. Walking briskly, they made their way to the mini monorail station past signs that declared in large bright letters, “Helping Mankind!” and “Saving Future Generations”. The little station was at ground level, essentially just a sign, some seating and stainless steel railings that defined the size of the waiting area. They did not wait long. The two automated cars arrived silently.  They were open topped and looked almost like small boats floating above the dark granite floor.
Marion sat down in one of the dozen seats, her daughter beside her smiling and asking all the questions that are so important and pressing to every six year old. The ride to the school was short, only a minute or so and they were deposited at the entrance to the elementary school. Her daughter ran for the entrance, past the familiar smiling guard and banged loudly through the glass double doors. Marion tsk’d to herself and tried to hide a little smile. So much energy in the girl, she was eternally thankful for her health. Many were not so fortunate.
She turned to go, walking back to the station and rode the rail down to the very far end of the building. She scanned her identification at the door and stepped through into a brightly lit room with four guards inside. One stepped forward and did a quick scan of her. Once he was satisfied with the results, he nodded to the two men at the opposite door. As she walked over, they simultaneously scanned their own cards and the heavy inner door opened. Often as she passed through she wondered how they managed to stay standing through long shifts in their heavy armor.
The corridor beyond stretched off for about a hundred yards, well lit and wide. She moved along briskly, the clack of her heels echoing along with her. A last scan of her card and a door opened into a large office room. She entered, and with curt nods to various people that greeted her she made her way to the back area where their locker room was. Wasting no time she stripped down, revealing a body that was long and slender with a small strip of pubic hair above dark pink pussy lips, and small well formed breasts topped by dark thick nipples. A few steps away was the shower stall, she stepped in and was met with a blast of scalding hot water as soon as the door closed behind her. The water burned into her from all sides, the 360 degree spray moving up and down her body. It was almost too much to take as the steaming water blasted against her sex, but she resisted covering herself and bit her lip as the spray slowly moved up across her body. Upward it continued, across her flat but slightly soft stomach and up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to the heat and hard spray. Unconsciously she clamped her mouth and eyelids shut, holding her breath as the process moved over her face and finally finished. A panel in the side opened, revealing the heated and sterilized towel within. She took it and made her way into the next room where a number of other ladies were in varying states of dress, also preparing for their shifts. Marion dried herself quickly, savoring the warm softness of the towel, lingering a bit longer on drying her pussy than was really necessary. The softness of the cloth helped dampen the stinging sensation that the hot jets of water had left.
Hanging in her locker was her work uniform, a tight fitting sterilized body stocking, light sandals and a white lab coat. With the ease brought by years of practice she pulled the body stocking on, leaving only her hands and head uncovered. Next came the sandals, and finally the lab coat that covered her to her knees which she buttoned up from bottom to top. In the locker was her work basket, freshly filled with sterile gloves, masks, and a tray of vials that were shaped like funnels at the top, and tube shaped down below. Picking up her tray, she joined the group heading for the entrance to their lounge.
The ladies gathered in the lounge, quietly waiting for their shift supervisor to arrive. Marion spotted her coming, with a new girl in hand. The girl was very nervous, tripping on the carpet, eyes wide and apprehensive. Marion had to admit she was a pretty thing though, shoulder length red hair and a compact petite body. Her supervisor picked her out of the crowd with her eyes as she approached and beckoned Marion forward.
“New girl.” She said stating the obvious. “She’s been trained in the simulator, first day, Marion you keep an eye on her please.”
Marion smiled at the nervous newbie. “Do you have a name?”
“Umm, yes…I’m Tia.” She smiled hopefully at Marion, who fought hard to keep her eyes from rolling.
A buzzer rang and the ladies took their cue to line up outside a door at one side of the lounge. Soon it opened and a line of identically clad workers emerged, filing past and saying quick hello’s to their friends. Once they were out, their supervisor signaled for them to go in, and Marion led the way with her dozen following behind.
They file into the room where they work. It’s long and sterile white, with chairs facing what look like small portholes on one side. On the other side and a couple feet behind them is a conveyer belt that runs the length of the room and disappears into the wall at one end. The conveyer is topped by holders designed to fit the vials the ladies carry in their baskets. As the girls filed in to their spots, Marion took Tia’s arm and pointed to the seat beside hers.
“Have a seat beside me dear, so I can keep an eye on you.”
Obediently, the young redhead took her seat, eyes fixed on the porthole in front of her. Marion sighed.
“Tia, your mask and gloves?”
“Oh, I forgot.” Tia blushed deeply and pulled a pair of gloves from her basket, fumbling them on in her nervousness. She put on the mask and turned to Marion.
“I don’t see why we need a mask?”
“You will, trust me” Marion smirked. “Now your headset, make sure it’s not too tight or your ear will get sore.”
A second bell rang, and the girls reached out and scanned their ID cards into their station. As each scanned, their station light came on, and on the other side of the wall a corresponding light illuminated. Under the light was a small display screen that showed the assumed name of each worker, a headset like the ones the girls wore and below that the other side of the porthole with a button to open it. Flanking each station were small privacy screens like you would find at a bank or voting station.
One of the stations further down the line buzzed, and the lady seated there smiled as she leaned down and picked up her first vial of the day.
“Hello Harry.” She purred as the porthole opened and a mans flaccid cock poked through. “Did you miss me sweetie? Mhhhmmmm, you feel nice and plump for me today.” The girl looked over at her co-worker and winked as she fell into conversation with her client. She expertly grasped his cock and milked it as it hardened. Marion could see Tia watching, mesmerized as the girl pumped the short fat cock hard, and just at the right moment put the vial in front of the cock head as the man’s sperm erupted. She could see the hard squirts of thick seed splashing into the vial. Then it was done, the man withdrew and the porthole closed. “Thank you for your deposit Harry, come see me soon.” The display in front of her printed out a label that she affixed to the vial, sealed it, and dropped it on the conveyer behind.
Marion pointed to the girl. “Tia, that’s the perfect example. You do it that well and you’re going to be just fine.” All along the row the stations started to line up as clients started to line up for their favorite girls. Tia watched as each girl quickly and efficiently dispatched the cock she was presented in truly clinical fashion. She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair as she watched.
Leaning close, Marion whispered. “Is it turning you on sweetie?” Tia gave her a shocked look and blushed. “Yes, it’s so…so…” Marion smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, we all do.”
At that moment Tia’s station buzzed. She sat frozen in panic, forgetting what to do. Marion leaned over and poked her in the ribs. “Say hello!”
“Ahh, hello.” Squeaked Tia, her voice rising up and cracking slightly.
“Say his name, welcome him.”
“Umm, ah, Jim, hello……welcome.” Tia looked at Marion desperately, looking for what to do next. Marion  punched the button to open her porthole and gestured for Tia to get her vial out. She watched the hole open in trepidation, almost trembling as she waited. Soon the fat uncircumcised head of a penis appeared, as the man leaned forward. The long thick shaft followed as the man pressed up against the opening.
“Come on.” Marion hissed. “Get it together girl, it’s not like you haven’t seen a cock before, start stroking!” Tia jumped at her harsh tone and grabbed the hanging phallus, pumping it awkwardly. “Talk to him, now!”
“H..h…..hi Jim…you have a really big cock.” Tia’s difficulties were catching the attention of the other girls, who were craning their necks to see what she was doing. Marion could hear the whispers in the background. “Look what she got for her first one!” As the girls finished their current clients they were scanning out and coming over to watch Tia who was now pumping the long thick cock in both hands, her eyes wide as the fat head bobbed inches in front of her face.
Soon almost all the girls were gathered around and watching, huddled around the petite redhead who desperately jerked on the swollen cock. Long minutes went by. She talked to him, trying to encourage him to cum like she had been taught but it was taking forever and her arms were getting sore from jacking him.
 “You want me to do what?” Tia gasped into the microphone. “I can’t do that, we aren’t allowed!” She looked over at Marion who simply shrugged.
“Ok, maybe a little.” Tia pulled down her mask and leaned forward to lick the fat cock head. His cock twitched at the touch of her tongue and she giggled, pleased by his reaction. Encouraged, she started licking more, getting more and more into it. “Ohhh, no, I shouldn’t, no, no no.” The ladies could hear the mans deep voice on the other side begging her to do more.
 One of the ladies gently pushed Tia’s head forward. “Go ahead girl, we won’t tell, will we?” Everyone nodded their heads, but she wasn’t looking, her gaze still fixed on Jim’s rigid cock. She almost purred as she took him, sucking it into her petite mouth and bobbing her head back and forth. Her shyness seemed to fade away as she sucked on his fantastic cock, enthusiastically, if a bit clumsily.
“Get ready kid, he’s gonna blow!” One of the girls shouted excitedly. Marion realized the girl had no idea he was on the verge. She reached out and grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her off the saliva soaked cock. Tia suddenly realized what was going to happen and tried to lift the vial up to his swollen cock head.
 Too late. He twitched wildly, cum spraying all over her face and lab coat. Long heavy shots of hot semen covered her pretty face as the moans from Jim sounded through the headphones loud enough for all to hear. Tia looked over at Marion fearfully, not knowing what would happen next. Jim had already pulled back out, the porthole closing behind him.
“Well kid.” She said. “Now you know why you keep the mask on.”
“Get cleaned up.” Marion ordered. “And then meet me outside. The rest of you, get back to work!” The ladies giggled and sauntered back to their stations, settling back into the routine of their day. Marion headed out the door, into the lounge area where she settled in to  a couch and waited for Tia. She pulled out her mobile device, flipping it on to check her messages.
One was from Jim, and it read simply:
“You owe me one, I’m collecting on Saturday.”
Marion smiled and typed a response:
“Saturday is fine, but you had not be hung over again or you will regret it.”
The second message read:
“I have arranged the room for tonight as you ordered, the three of us will be there at 6pm waiting for you.”  It was accompanied by a picture of the handsome lad from the bus.
She smiled to herself as she replied, “Don’t be late.” Of course she would be late, her young studs would be nicely wound up and ready to pleasure her when she finally did arrive. Three might be enough. For tonight.
Tia finally emerged shyly from the workroom. Hiding her inward smile with a stern mask, Marion beckoned her over.
New girls were always fun.

The End.

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