The cock came through the hole, I held it in my small hands, it was average in length but heavy in girth, bringing my face towards it I could smell it was clean and fresh unlike some of the other visitors I'm prone to get. I put it on my face and rubbed it around, feeling the heat of my first cock of the day, on my skin. If I fancy the cock presented I always spend a little more time enjoying it. This one was a nice way to start my day. Its owner sighed as I ran it over my lips and kissed it gently.
I engulfed it in my mouth opening wide to allow his full width inside. The cock filled my mouth nicely and my tongue went to work on the underside. It began to thrust a little to meet my strokes, so I stopped moving and let it fuck my mouth. He stopped his motion after a a couple of minutes, and I resumed my movement taking control of his pleasure.
The feel of his hard unit teasing the back of of my throat was amazing, he was long enough to reach the gateway to my throat, but not quite long enough to throat fuck me. The whole was big, about 12 inches square, big enough that it was not a hinderance to full penetration. No the problem was he just couldn't get deeper with this size cock no matter how hard he tried.
Having established a rhythm, and having tested the length versus depth equation, I worked the shaft feeling the veiny texture of it run across my lips and tongue. It was a very nice cock, the thickness making up for any lack of depth, as I clearly had to keep my mouth open wide to prevent any unwanted tooth contact.
We went like this for a few more minutes, his moans and little grunts becoming becoming more urgent. I pulled my lips off and teased it by gently running my fingers and tongue across the stiff shaft. I then focused intently on the head of it causing intense pleasure for a few moments while I sucked just the tip aggressively. Then working it further into my mouth I alternated between short strokes and deep thrusts.
Feeling him tremble and shake at this sensation, along with the seemingly harder cock told me I was doing it right. I could tell our encounter was going to be coming to an end soon. That's when I engulfed his cock with my mouth and encircled it with my fingers and began to milk him with my mouth and hand. It was coming soon, I could feel it build up and everything swelling under my touch. He knocked indicating the main event was about to happen. It was unnecessary in this case, but customary to warn the receiver that a hot load was coming. I appreciated the warning but changed nothing, and continued to milk that tool till it gave me some sweet cream.
It started jumping my mouth, that was followed by a pretty massive load filling my mouth. I adjusted, tried swallowing it as it filled me, but no chance as it overflowed
out of my mouth and dripped on to my tits. I worked diligently and caught the rest neatly, swallowing it then cleaning any remnants from this very nice cock as it softened. He mumbled a quick thanks and withdrew his shrinking dick. Telling me it was worth every penny and he planned to come back someday.
I spent the next few minutes before the next customer cleaning the spilled cum off my titties and anywhere else it happened to fall. I like to be fresh as possible for each customer. I never knew for sure how long I had between customers, well that's not entirely true. My husband made sure there was at least 3 mins between customers, so I could catch my breath or pee or clean myself up depending on the need. We tried 5 mins in-between but found I was sitting there frequently for 2 minutes waiting for no reason.
Those 2 minutes added up across the day and since we could only stay in one place for a few hours time mattered. Time equaled money and this was all about the money. Let me explain. Ours is the usual tale of woe, bad job, lost job, expensive mortgage, college tuition for our daughter and desperation. Having run out of options we fell back on our old professions. Before I met my husband I worked as an escort to pay for my living expenses while I earned my useless history degree. He was a drug dealer, who set up a few fucks for bucks in his spare time while attending college.
Now 18 years later when desperate times hit, he joked that we might have to go back to our old professions to pay the bills. I had been thinking it for a long time but never mentioned it, he opened that door and I jumped through it. We really were deep in debt and credit cards weren't going to last much longer.
We ran an ad online and met a some 'clients', but neither one of us was comfortable with it. It wasn't the sex part it was the 'date' part. I just didn't enjoy sitting with these guys and pretending I liked them, also since I wasn't 'young' anymore, in my forties, I tended to get a lot of the kinkier requests.
Once I made enough to get us out of the danger zone we paused and reevaluated the situation. Gary, my husband had been busy researching and formulating a plan should I want to continue. The money was great and the job market looked bleak, so it was decided we would continue, but quite differently.
Gary modified a travel trailer he picked up on line. He put in a partition, changed the doors around, threw some paint on it, BANG, portable fuck box. It had 2 beds, a bathroom, kitchen area, and oh yea, the very back was a gloryhole booth.
He also was in charge of marketing and security, all I knew was I was busy, and we were making damn good money. I didn't mind this format at all considering it mostly limited the small talk, and we could move directly to the point. Plus cocks, I really like cocks and missed the variety that I enjoyed in my youth. Gary and I have done swinging, and even tried a sex club, but again there was too much pretending and bullshit. This is working great.
I heard my next customer enter the booth, the familiar sound of rustling clothes followed and shortly after a small soft dick popped through. I approached it, and found it also was quite fresh and clean. I held it in my hand encouraging it to get hard, placing kisses on it and gentle caresses. Sure enough it started to wake up, growing in my hand. I slurped up the head and let it continue to grow in my mouth. This was one of my favorite things, feeling a mans cock in my mouth as it grows turns me on. As it grew my pussy moistened and felt it start to warm up. It became apparent that my current customer was a 'grower not a shower' as he was now threating to penetrate further than the last guy.
I pulled it from my mouth to steal a quick look and was becoming impressed. He was approaching 7 inches and was easily going to be able to fuck my throat. I returned it to my waiting mouth and thrust it all the way in. A little gag choke at first making my eyes water, but then success. He was now firmly lodged in my throat and I began the process of throat fucking this nice cock to completion. It wasn't too fat and was surprisingly smooth, I could breath easily around it. I lowered my hand to my pussy and gently teased it, feeling the wetness, and letting it drip on to the pad I have in place to catch random fluids.
I used my other hand to fondle and tease his ball sack that was pushed through the opening, gently cupping the balls and pulling on them occasionally. He seemed to enjoy it, as all I ever heard from him was "Oh yea, just like that," and much moaning. After a good amount of time passed I increased my ministrations to encourage his climax and feed me his jizz.
I could tell it was going to be soon and was waiting for the knock, what I got was blasted in the face since he exploded when I took him out to take deep breath. I slammed it back in let it finish off with gentle suction and strokes of my hand. Although it didn't seem as though he came as much as the first guy, he made a bigger mess.
He said "Holy fuck!" as he withdrew, I quickly got to work cleaning my face and neck from the gooey splatter he so kindly gave me. I also needed to pee real quick so I hustled into the toilet and peed while wiping off with a towel. I had enough time to take a drink of my coffee when I heard my next customer enter the box.
I reached over and turned on video monitors and watched as my next guy prepared himself. He was a young Hispanic fellow, and he was a big boy, I enjoyed watching them prepare sometimes, they were not aware of the cameras recording and watching each and every person just in case. It gave me a voyeuristic thrill to watch them and to see just who was attached to that dick I'm about to suck. Honestly its backfired a few times also, after I took in an exceptionally large load, I looked at the monitor to see my daughters ex-boyfriend, I almost vomited, but I found out later Gary charged him double.
I approached the semi-erect uncircumcised penis poking through the hole, visually inspecting it, noticing right away its not as fresh as my first two offerings, but not so gross I want to gag. I could just reach over and get a wet wipe and clean it myself, but being the slutty girl, I sometimes need a dirty cock to set me off. This seemed to be the one, something about the slightly overworked smell, the thickness of the foreskin, the huge jumbo balls, filled with cum, that hung there waiting for my touch.
