Somehow word got out that I gave some of the world’s best blow jobs.
Sir and I showed up at the dingy hotel by the airport. He hadn’t said much to me about what we were doing there other than to say that I’d gained quite a reputation as of late with my world-famous blow jobs. I was excited and nervous as to what he had planned.
We ended up in a room at the end of the long, one-story building. The doors opened up to the outside, motel-style. The carpet was a darkened brown, matted over the years with God knows what. The bedspread was a swirled pattern of blues and greens, perhaps trying to add some cheer to the otherwise dreary room. The walls had wood paneling. Wood paneling!
“They should be here in about an hour, so why don’t we get you ready?” He said to me. At that point, I was wearing my street clothes.
I stripped out of my jeans and v-neck t-shirt and put on what he’d packed for me: patterned stockings, garter belt, black patent high heels. He left my hair down to drape around my shoulders. My nice little tits were hanging out, of course.
“Bend over,” He said, pointing to the bed.
I obliged, bending over the bead, laying my face on that bedspread that could have been caked in filth for all I knew.
He proceeded to give me a good, firm spanking, the kind that lit my ass on fire and gave my cheeks a nice, red glow. It was the kind of spanking I would remember for a few hours, reminding me of how special I was to Him.
He slipped his fingers gently into my pussy, feeling out how wet I was, how ready I was for what was about to happen. I was wet with anticipation but my heart pounded out of nerves.
“Very good, girl. I’m glad you’re responding like I’d hoped. Any minute now…” He said and his voice trailed off as he went back into the bathroom. He returned with all the towels and a bottle of water.
“You’ll need these,” He said, and set them beside me. “Why don’t you get on your knees right here because we should have a guest any minute now.”
I did as I was told and knelt in the middle of the room, feet folded underneath me. He walked behind me and I felt cold metal and the click of handcuffs behind my back. He’d locked up my wrists so my hands were no longer in use.
“Now don’t panic, girl. I trust your skills so much, I’m not going to let you use your hands.”
A knock came to the door and Sir walked over to open in. In walked a tall, skinny man, probably in his early twenties, with artfully disheveled hair. He was cute. I looked up at him and couldn’t help but give a little smirk. I knew I was supposed to be all seriousness but I couldn’t help it.
Sir noticed this and smirked back.
“Come on in, kid. Feel free to take off whatever you want.”
“So is she really that good?” the kid asked, unbuckling his belt and pulling off his brightly-colored kicks.
“Oh, yes. She really is,” He said.
Soon his rock hard cock was in my face and it was big: long and thick, cut with a slight bend in the middle.
It was at this moment I realized how handicapped I was. My hands were bound behind me and I couldn’t use them in the ways I usually do, to tease and entice. Sir must have noticed my squirm and how I shifted my hands behind me.
“I have faith in you, girl,” He said behind me.
I parted my lips and slowly slid my mouth onto the kid’s cock, lubing it up, feeling the skin of his cock on the soft skin of my lips, the hardness of his cock head as it ran across my tongue.
He was so large that I needed more spit to make this work. I didn’t have a lot of my own, so I wolfed down his cock in one fell swoop, letting the head of his cock hit the back of my throat and push forward.
This brought the precious spit I needed. He groaned as I pulled off him, my mouth now full of spit which I promptly spit back onto his cock, lubing him, getting him ready for another assault from my expert mouth.
“Good girl,” I heard Sir say from behind me. I wasn’t sure what He was doing anymore. I could only concentrate on the dizzying sensation of the kid’s giant cock in my mouth as I sucked him and licked in, slow and steady, making him wait and letting him build.
“Uh, can I grab her hair?” the kid asked.
“Sure thing, kid,” He said. He tangled his fingers in my long, blond hair and soon his cock was deep in my throat. He pulled out just a little and with a loud groan, he came in my mouth, hot forceful spurts.
“You can swallow, girl. I want you do,” He said behind me and I did just that, happily swallowing every drop of the kid’s juice.
The kid quickly got dressed.
“Uh, thanks,” he said as he opened the door. As he did, another man walked in. This man was older, probably in his early fifties. He had a pot belly and a kind face, gray hair, and a mustache. I smiled at him.
He looked back, a little alarmed at my smile but smiled back, noticing my slick face and my tousled hair.
“Can I just…” the guy started and pointed to the bed.
“Sure. Just take off whatever. She’s ready to go when you are,” Sir said behind me.
Soon the man was undressed and I could now see his saggy balls and his cock, short and fat. I smiled.
“I like this one,” I said. Sir chuckled behind me.
The man stood in front of me and I began licking and kissing him, taking his balls in my mouth until he was quickly hard, sliding his cock in my open and waiting mouth.
“Can I fuck your throat?” The man asked.
“Mmmm” I managed to get out and he roughly shoved himself into my mouth. My nose was tickled by his thick pubes. I extended my tongue at the base of his cock, teasing the top of his balls with it.
“Jesus, she’s a keeper,” the man said. Sir chuckled behind me.
He pulled his cock out roughly, probably so he could see my face. I was slicker than ever, mouth covered with spit, but with the same smile.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah. I love sucking cock,” I said and he forced his cock in again.
Soon he was in my mouth again, groaning hard, cock suddenly rock hard. I knew he was about to cum.
He erupted in my mouth, his cum oozing onto my tongue.
“Swallow, won’t you?” the man said. I did, swallowing while he was still inside me, growing soft.
The man dressed quickly, just like the last one, and made some random small talk about the overcast sky outside. Sir indulged him in his chatter and I shifted on my knees, trying to find a comfortable position since it appears I would be here a while.
The man left and another man stepped inside. I hadn’t realized it before but there was a line of men outside, all of whom were waiting outside for their turn with my expert mouth. As the third man entered, I turned around until I could see Sir. He was sitting in a chair behind me and I could barely see him out of the side of my eye from my position.
“How many more cocks?” I asked. He chuckled in that cute way he usually does.
“Oh, just until you’ve had your fill. It’s your special lunch treat,” He said.
Aside from shifting around on my poor, aching knees, I didn’t move from that position for quite a while. I didn’t have any concept of time, so it could have been an hour, it could have been six. I didn’t know anymore. All my thoughts were lips, tongues, spit, cocks.
I ended up sucking ten more cocks, twelve in all. A nice, round dozen seemed like a good number. All of them groaned in pleasure and were all visibly pleased with the skills of my mouth, even without my hands to help me out.
I swallowed each and every load. After 12, though, my stomach began to feel a little full. The thought of this, swallowing so much cum that I could feel it sloshing around inside me, turned me on even more than I already was.
After the last one dressed and left, Sir allowed me to get up and sit on the bed, giving my knees some sweet relief. My face was still a slick mess.
He ruffled my hair.
“How you doing, girl?”
I smiled again. Even after all that, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
“Want to cum for being such a good girl?” He asked.
“Well lay back then,” He said. I pulled my my knees up and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on my clit and came hard knowing I’d made both of us very happy.