My Job As A Fluffer V8 21

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My Job as a Fluffer (v8.21) by Sal de Klerk, "The Salacious Scribe."™️

I was sitting at home one lazy Sunday afternoon, cleaning out some old photo albums. I wanted to digitize some of my old photos for relatives. As I opened one album I didn't remember, a polaroid fell out when I picked it up, I saw a picture of me at my first job after high school. I was in my usual outfit, a lace catsuit, and heels. I was on my knees, tits hanging out, with a large dick in my mouth. I spent three or four days a week fifty weeks a year for ten years like that. No, I'm not a whore. I'm a fellatrix who was the most popular fluffer in 'The Industry'. My job was to suck male talent dick so they could fuck some lubed-up porn princess.

Back in the day, directors, producers, and male talent often asked me to get in front of the camera. Now I ain't shy by any means, but I hate sex. I hate sex like vampires hate holy water. I made a mistake once and agreed to shoot a P.O.V. blow job scene. I hated every second of it. The male talent kept flubbing his lines. I mean how hard is it to say, "Oh yes baby... feels so good... suck harder...," and shit like that. So there were all these pauses and we had to start and stop several times. The jackass kept getting soft every time we paused. I gave up and quit. I heard the video is out there somewhere, but I ain't ever seen it.

So, a lot of people ask me how I got into this line of work. Well like most things it's not who ya know, it's who ya blow... and how well you blow 'em. Dad was a troubleshooter for his firm so we bounced around from city to city state to state. I moved thirty-eight times by the time I graduated high school. Because we moved so much, I ended up repeating a few years of school. I was almost twenty when I finally graduated. To be honest, it wasn't all the moves. I was a party girl who prefers booze and blow jobs to books and brains.

On the last day of high school, I had a couple of teachers I wanted to thank. First was my Earth Science teacher. He was a sweet old lonely man. He didn't even try to resist me. I walked into his classroom after the last student left for the summer. I pushed the door closed and pulled the shade down.

"Vat are you doing Mz. Cox," (*Not my real name.), he asked.

"Something to thank you for the time you took with me and your other students Mr. I." I dropped to my knees in front of him, and by the time he inhaled enough air to speak, his cock was in my gullet.

Instead of chiding me, he dropped into his chair and let me do my thing. It took a while; I mean the dude was like eighty. He never got hard, but I did feel it firm up a bit as I sucked his dick and fondled his balls. I was starting to get tired when I felt him twitch before he oozed a bit of cum into my mouth. I smiled up at him as I swallowed. I finished with a few extra-powerful sucks and a nice long lick from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick.

Then I put him away and zipped his pants. I took out the small bottle of mouthwash I keep with me. I rinsed my mouth and spit the minty liquid into the trash can. I stood up and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. "Thank you for being such a sweet man and wonderful teacher. I'll miss you." He smiled at me, stood up, "Tanks ewe, my dear. It haz bean many years sinze... my wife died." Then he hugged me. I hugged him back and I swear I felt his tears on my bare shoulders.

When I heard he died a few days into the new school year. I made sure to go to his funeral and left the panties I wore that day in his coffin. It felt right, somehow. I miss that old German. I still have a copy of the school paper with the in-memoriam article.

Next was my Yearbook teacher. He was a sixties flower child if I ever saw one. Huge Pink Floyd fanatic, and coolest teacher in the school. We had pizza delivered to his office. He would make sure every student got free lunch even if they didn't have a lunch period. I knew he had a thing for schoolgirls. He always chose a petite blonde with glasses to be the yearbook editor. I suspected he chose them based on how willing they were to spread their legs, but nothing was ever proven. I was tall with hair the color of caramel and didn't need glasses. But I didn't let that stop me. I went to t local thrift store to find a wig and struck gold. I found a wig that looked like Madonna's hair from her Blonde Ambition tour. A few days later was my annual eye doctor appointment. I stole a pair of frames that looked similar to the yearbook editors. Height I couldn't change, but I figured if I was on my knees, I'd be short enough. I went into the teacher's bathroom and put on the wig and glasses. It surprised me how good I looked as a blonde. 'I may have to dye my hair,' I thought. I put on the glasses when Mrs. Cunt Bitch from Hell walked in.

"Students are not allowed in this bathroom," she said in that nasty nasal voice.

I drew myself up to my full height and used a pissed adult haughty tone of voice. "I don't know who you are Bitch, but I'm not a goddamn student. I'm Mrs. Ciccone (Madonna hair, why not steal her name too. I doubted cunt bitch from hell would catch on.) I graduated from UPenn with a Master's in Education last week. I'm subbing in the district until I can find a permanent position." I knew she was working on her master's but when she defended her thesis she failed, hard. So hard that she had to throw it out and start over. I had to twist her titties, she twisted mine enough over the years.

Her face flushed and her eyes opened as wide as the void in her head. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me."

"Whatever, bitch. Next time ask before you make an ass out of yourself." I spun on my heel and stormed out. As soon as I was out of the bathroom, I laughed. God, that felt good. I had planned to get a different kind of revenge on her, but she wouldn't have known about it. Now I got to tell her off, and I was going to suck her husband's dick. No reason other than I hated his wife. She was a frigid harpy and didn't deserve a guy like him. But he was last on my list.

I went to room 404 and didn't find Mr. S. anywhere. I figured he'd be back soon, so I went into his office. Not the outer office but his private inner office, and put on a mixtape I created, for today. Hot for Teacher, Pink Floyd the Wall, and others I don't remember anymore. He came in a few minutes later. "Trixie," (That is my real first name. Dad was a fan of The Honeymooners and had a thing for Joyce Randolph.) "What are you doing here? Then he heard the music, and his face changed. I could see in his eyes the rumors were true. Everything I'd heard for the last eighteen months since I started going to this school was true.

"Relax, Mr. S. Or should I call you Rich? Is that what Debbie and Sherry (the current and former yearbook editors) to call you when you took them to that no-tell motel on the boulevard?"

He collapsed in his chair. "How did you know," he gasped in horror.

"Everyone knows about you like everyone knows that Gotti is a mob boss. But no one can prove it. Don't worry Mr. S I won't say anything." I opened his belt and unzipped his pants. I had trouble getting his cock out since it was already hard. I took it in my mouth and felt it twitch. I began to suck and slurp on it as I bobbed up and down. Mr. S sat in his chair and grunted and groaned as I sucked it in and tongued it before I drew back and teased the tip.

"Fuck me you're incredible. I love the wig and the glasses. Thank you he moaned as I felt him swell up in my mouth and shoot a decent load. As he came, he begged, "Don't swallow, hold it please!" He repeated variations of that phrase while he spurted his thick cream in my mouth. When I had his whole load, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. Then he leaned down and kissed me with his mouth open. I knew what he wanted, so I fed him his cum. He sucked as much as he could from me then drove his tongue into my mouth to scoop out the remnants. I let him take all he could and felt him swallow his load.

'That's kinda hot,' I told myself as he pulled me even tighter to him and sucked as hard as he could. When I had no more cum in my mouth, he let me go.

"That was incredible. One of the best blow jobs I've ever had. Thank you." I used my mouth wash and offered him a swig. He shook his head. "No thanks, I'm meeting Debbie later and it'll turn her on to taste my cum when we kiss.

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Tell her I said 'hey'. Oh, and nice cock, too bad you only like blondes." I handed him the wig and glasses. This way you can get your fantasy no matter what the girl looks like. He put them on his desk, last I heard he still has them in his office.

Last but not least was Mr. Milquetoast. (Remember Cunt Bitch from Hell, this is her husband.) He wasn't a great teacher; he wasn't a bad one. He was the type of teacher you forget as soon as you finish his class. He always reminded me of that short story The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. The hen-pecked, quiet, shy, guy who always daydreamed of adventures, to escape his shrew of a wife. They made it into a movie, in 1947 starring Danny Kaye and in 2013 with Ben Stiller. Danny Kaye was way better.

Anyway, the reason I chose him wasn't that he did anything special. It was revenge for his horrid wife and the way she treated her students. Honestly, it surprised me there wasn't a line of students waiting to fuck and suck him because of his wife. I wanted this one to be special. I wanted him to think of me every time he jerked off after Cunt Bitch from Hell denied him sex.

I was wearing my favorite red denim dress. Some of the boys called it easy access. It had a zipper that started at the low-cut neckline and ran to the hem. One quick motion was all it took to access my sexy bits. I still have that dress in my closet. I wish it still fit. But in the twenty-five years, I've added more poundage than I want to admit. I guess it was the hundreds of gallons of cum I've swallowed. I keep lying to myself, 'one day you'll wear it again.' Yeah, like the size twelve me will ever fit into a size two petite again.

Underneath the dress, I wore a pair of bright pink crotchless panties and no bra. I peeked into the classroom and saw Mr. M packing up for the summer. I unzipped the dress and let it hang open. I made sure one breast had popped out and was visible. I threw open the door and ran in. Mr. M looked up and said, "Trixie wha... why... huh?"

"Oh, shit. Mr. M., I'm sorry my zipper broke. I wanted to get out of the halls before those perverted assholes saw me."

"Uhh, yeah. High school boys...,"

"I don't mean the students." I batted my eyes and used a coy, seductive murmur. "I mean those nasty old teachers who want to get into my warm wet mouth and tight pussy."

I had to force myself not to laugh when he fell backward into his chair. He looked like Danny Kaye doing a pratfall. "Whi... which... teachers? I... I nee... need to... ooo repor... report them."

"Then I won't tell. It's kinda cute the way they get all stammary and wide-eyed when they see me. Kinda like you are now." I walked closer to him. "Why, Mr. M. I never knew you had a thing for me." As I got close, I made sure my other breast popped out. Now I have to be honest, when I planned this, I considered letting him take my cherry. I mean of all the men I've met he deserved it. He lived with that shrew, and I was sure she didn't give it up except for a few special occasions. Even though I wanted to, the thought of anything sexual happening below the equator made me puke. I couldn't. Didn't mean I couldn't show off the goods. I wanted to give him something to think about as he choked the chicken and watched porn.

"Of all the teachers, in all the school you had to get hard for me." I teased him by paraphrasing a line from his favorite movie. Then let my dress fall to the floor.

"Trix, we can't..., we shouldn't..., please don't."

I dropped to my knees and rested my hand on his crotch. I'll stop if you want me to, all you gotta do is say the word." I toyed with his zipper, and he stayed silent, I started to lower it. When my hand slipped into his trousers, he let out a strangled moan of desperation. I pulled him out and kissed his head. He was still soft, and I had an evil idea. "I wanted to make love to you, but I'm still a virgin, and I'm not ready yet. But I can suck your dick. Do you want your naked student to suck your dick and let you cum in my mouth?" He wasn't soft anymore. I had never seen anything so not soft before. I could hear a slight hum and saw it quiver. I gasped in mock surprise and used a cute little girl's voice. "It's so big, Mr. M. I don't know if I can handle something that big." I could tell he loved it. 'Fuck, shoulda put my hair in pigtails. too late now.'

I began to kiss the shaft and act all inexperienced. "It's so salty Mr. M. Is it always this salty?" I took his head into my mouth before he could answer. I began to give him the best blow job of my career. I took him into my throat and trilled my R's like I was doing an exercise in Spanish class. "Oh FUUCCCKKKK!" He moaned. He surprised me when he said, "Best little cocksucker ever. Even better than Asia Carrera."

My mind raced. 'Was he fantasizing about a porn star while I sucked his dick?' That kinda pissed me off. I'm a barely legal high school student sucking off her teacher in class. He's thinking about a porn star younger than me. Fuck that...,' I redoubled my efforts. I wanted to make his toes curl... permanently. By the time I finished him, this poor man would look like a spider's dinner.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking suck my cock Trixie you little slut. I want my cum in your belly!" His commanding tone shocked me. It almost sounded like an order. 'Way to go Mr. M.' I cheered to myself for his newfound spine. 'Now talk to the Cunt Bitch from Hell like that and she might give you action.' I felt pleased with myself for getting him back to reality and forgetting that porn bitch. (Asia, if you read this, you know I love you girl.)

I sucked one of his balls into my mouth with his dick and that was all it took. My cheeks bulged with his cum. I swallowed all I could. It was thicker and creamier than any load I'd ever taken before. It also seemed like his load was larger than average. I had to swallow three times to get it all down. When I finished, I let him escape my mouth with a pop. He jumped to his feet and put himself away. "Get dressed. Mrs. M. will be here soon.

"SHIT!" I mean I wanted to suck off her husband, but I didn't want to get caught and get the poor man fired and/or divorced. I jumped up and pulled on my dress. 'I hope the hair and lack of glasses confuses her.' As I pulled my zipper up, the door started to open. I spun around to face Mr. M. and finished closing my zipper. "Again, Mr. M. I wanna thank you for being so hard with me. You challenged my skills with the course LOAD you gave me. Take care of yourself." I loved the way his eyes bugged out and his mouth gaped at my double entendres. I winked at him and snuck a sip of my mouthwash, so Cunt Bitch from Hell wouldn't smell my cummy breath. This time I had to swallow. No way to spit it out with her behind me. I turned around and said, "Hi Mrs. M,," with a bright, smug smile on my face and the knowledge her husband would never forget me.

"Babe, give us a minute. I need to talk to Trixie about something. I'll be right out." Mrs. M. gave me a hateful look, then I saw her eyes narrow in suspicion before she left. "So Trix," he said and leaned against his desk. That was a hell of an... oral exam. What are your plans after high school?"

"Not this shit again! I don't fucking know! Okay! I have no idea. I don't wanna spend another four years sitting at desks. Listening to some pretentious asshole telling me how to think and what to do. I do know I don't wanna be a mistress to some half-assed Walter Mitty wanna be, so he doesn't have to go home to his shrew of a wife. I do know that."

Mr. M laughed. "Kate would surprise you if you got to know her away from school. She's a lot like you."

"Wait her name is Kate like from...,"

"Taming of the Shrew, yes. Glad to see you did learn something in my class, besides how important naps are." He grinned at me. "But, I wasn't asking you to be my mistress. I have a night job, and there's an opening you'd be perfect for. The pay is decent and all it requires is the skills you demonstrated a few minutes ago."

"Don't tell me you're a pimp."

"No! I'm a cameraman and work on independent films on nights and weekends."

"Are you saying you film porn movies? I will not do porn."

"Not in front of the camera, but do you know what a fluffer is?"

"No."

"A fluffer uses oral skills to get a guy ready to film. This way we don't waste time, money, and film while he gets hard. The one we had for tonight, canceled. We need someone. You'd be perfect." He wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Be here, tonight, 6 p.m. Don't be late."

I looked at the address. "I'll check it out. What's the pay?"

"That's up to the producer."

"I'll be there." I kissed his cheek and walked out. I turned down the hall and felt a vice grip my arm. "Hey Oww, what the fuck!" I shouted and saw Cunt Bitch from Hell bruising my arm. "Get the fuck off me! I screamed. I'm not a fucking student here anymore, and I'll kick your motherfucking ass if you ever touch me again bitch!"

Cunt Bitch from Hell jumped back at the fury of my words. Well, it could have been the way my fists clenched, and I assumed a fighting stance. It pays for a single lady to take a martial arts class. There are some fucked up people in this world. Bitches gotta know how to fight. When she was out of reach, I lowered my hands. I could still see the fear in her eyes and smell it coming off her in waves. I sucked that odor in like it was a fine wine. 'Victory is mine.' I told myself.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I wanted to ask, were you in the teacher's bathroom earlier?" She had a puzzled expression on her face.

"That's off-limits to students," I smirked at her.

"Someone wearing that exact dress was in there, but she was blonde, with glasses." She looked me up and down trying to find a way to prove it was me.

"Got the dress at Macy's. They had a dozen of 'em on the rack. I'm not blonde, and my eye doc told me my vision was 20/20 less than a week ago. Maybe you shouldn't wig out on innocent students." I told her with a sweet smile and turned my back on her and walked away. She stared at my back as I went to the stairs and left the school, never to return.

So, at 5:50 p.m. I was outside the address in question. I saw a bunch of people go in, including a few I recognized. Hey, it's not like I got an addiction, I needed to learn how to suck so I wouldn't have to fuck. Remember it was the 90's no internet, no online porn. The only way to get porn was to rent VHS tapes in seedy video rental joints. Of course, there were creepy movie theaters filled with Paul Rueben types in raincoats and dried cum on the floor. So yes, I was familiar with some of the big-name adult stars and a few of them were here tonight. I watched as burly guys carried props into the building.

I had no idea what to do, so I stood there and waited for someone that looked like they were in charge. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I spun around and saw Mr. M behind me. "Let me intro you to the head honcho. Follow me." I followed him up the stairs of the old three-story brownstone walk up and into an apartment. I looked around and saw it looked like a classroom. "This building is a set for movies. There are all kinds of sets here. Offices, classrooms, bars, clubs, and more. When a mainstream movie isn't using it, we can rent it. We film up several movies at a time. This gives us the most bang for our buck. Tonight, we're filming four movies. An all-girl three-way, a Jock and cheerleader, a delivery guy meets a lonely housewife and gang bang. That's where we'll need you. 12 guys each one going twice with Asia. Ahh, here's the boss man now. Boss, here's the girl I told you about."