Blowjob Envy

"John?" Gen asked, standing in the archway leading into the waiting room. One of the clients looked up out of his phone and raised a hand. "That's me." Gen smiled at him. "Good news, John. You'll be coming in my mouth today." She'd given the same "good news" to three clients already today, but the line hadn't gotten old. She'd see if she could keep the lines fresh after working at Blowjob Envy for a month, or even a year.

Jen was wearing a short, light blue skirt. Her round face was framed by blonde ringlets and her eyes by a thin dark line of eyeliner.

Gen grabbed John's hand to lead him back to their private room for the hour. Considering how intimate they'd be getting in a few minutes, it was frankly tame. Gen was sure she got better tips when she did It though, and she needed them. As an intern, she was basically unpaid, but she could get tips. Once she turned 19 she'd be old enough to work for hire as a resident callgirl, but until then it was tips or nothing. She led her client into their room and directed his attention to an elaborate adjustable chair with a kneeling pad in front of it. "Undress and put on your robe, I'll be right back."

Gen waited outside the door for a count of sixty, then knocked and came back in. John was seated, wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe with the initials "B.E." stitched onto it. Gen knelt and slid her hands up John's legs, gently massaging his cock through the terrycloth. "Before we start, let me reassure you that you WIILL come in my mouth in the next hour. That's the Blowjob Envy guarantee. In order to make that happen, I'll spend a few minutes fondling you like this while we discuss extras, then it's twenty minutes of sucking, twenty minutes of bobbing, five minutes of the "perpetual penetration" handjob move, and if you haven't come after all of that it's the orange juicer, which I've been told is intense. If you *do* come, it's your choice of what to do after. We can edge you or even try for a second orgasm."

Gen leaned in conspiratorially. "I kind of hope you go for that one" Wink.

"Now, extras." Gen handed a laminated sheet of paper to John. "I'd recommend the Topless and Fondling extras. They're $25 each, but you'll get to play with my tits the whole time. What do you think?" Gen had to upsell in sessions. It felt fake, but what, in this franchised brothel, was real?

John nodded and croaked out a "That sounds great" before clearing his throat.

Gen smiled up at him. "Great! Let's get started, then." She stopped massaging his now hard cock and peeled off her tight top, exposing tiny a-cup titties with dark nipples. She opened up John's robe. Her eyebrows shot up when she spotted his average-size cock. "Ooooooooh, is that for me?" She grinned up at him and slid one hand around his balls, gripped the base of his cock with the other, and wrapped her mouth around his head. She took her tongue against his head and bobbed up and down on his cock. This was how she'd been trained, and she had to admit that it was effective. Most of her clients came in this first segment of the session. She sucked, and rocked back and forth an inch, and listened to her client's breathing. He leaned forward, shaky, nervous hands pawing at her little titties. He lightly pinched and rolled one of her nipples, which almost distracted her from sucking him. After a few minutes of groping her, he settled back into the chair to enjoy himself.

Gen worked his cock further back into her mouth, touching his head to her tonsils every time his cock slid back in. It was technically more than they were supposed to do for their clients at this point in the session, but Gen was a generous person. Also, for some reason, having her tonsils manipulated got her off. The minutes ticked by. Gen kept an eye on the bright red segmented display clock on the wall. Her twenty minutes were up, it was time to switch techniques. She slurped the saliva off of John's cock and straightened her back for a stretch. "Since you haven't come yet, I'll switch techniques to something more intense." She wrapped both hands around his shaft and took his cock back into her mouth. She bobbed her mouth down as far as she could go, which was about as far as it took for his head to squash against the back of her throat. Gen hadn't figured out deepthroat yet, and struggled with clients who upgraded to it. They seemed to enjoy watching her gag and choke as she tried to perform the sex act, and they tipped her well, so she wasn't worried, as such.

Gen snapped back to the moment and focused on sucking and licking John's cock. She worked both hands up and down his shaft, twisting them as she went. Saliva drizzled down from her mouth and lubricated her hands. Sure enough, after about five minutes of this, John's breathing became ragged and his hands started twitching. She kept her suction lock on him and ground his cock over her tonsils. He started to cum, thick creamy ropes of the stuff that painted the back of Gen's throat. Gen still wasn't sick of it, and swallowed his orgasm down with a pleased hum. She kept sucking him, at lower and lower levels of intensity, drawing his orgasm out.

John took a deep breath. "Please, keep going. I can come again."

Gen's training had instructed her to simply keep going on the planned routine in this instance. Guys usually wanted more intense stimulation later in the session anyway. Gen had found that almost everyone insisted that they could have one more orgasm. She'd found that few people could do it, though there was one client, once among hundreds, who came three times. Gen kept bobbing, wringing John's cock with her hands and plunging his head into her mouth over and over, as far as she could handle it. He hit the twenty minute mark without cumming, so Gen switched to Perpetual Penetration. She placed one saliva-slimed fist on top of his cockhead. Then she opened her pinky finger, then her ring finger, and so on, sliding her grip down over his head. She repeated this with the other hand, then started over. John started convulsing in pleasure almost immediately. His hands gripped the arms of the chair. "Holy shit, kid, that's..... Fuck" He was clearly having a hard time containing himself. Gen kept going. A minute later John started to cum, louder and more expressive than the first time. He was exquisitely sensitive afterwards this time, so Gen just edged him for the last ten minutes, rather than subject him to the orange juicer. After a few more minutes of luxurious, relaxing head, their time was up.

"Take your time getting dressed, John, and thank you" she put her hand on his knee "I had a great time sucking you today." Big smile. Hopefully a big tip.