Sex Worer Corps 02: Breaing In

When I arrived at my domicile, I was surprised but what I found. It was a studio apartment, with a massive closet, outfits already stocked for my client's pleasure, with my sizes, and a great bathroom made for fun and function.

I was missing Gemma, my bunk mate from basic training, and knew that by lunch time, I would meet my first male sexual partner, who would be sticking around until Friday afternoon.

I found a full suite of soaps and shampoos for me and clients, lubricants, healing lotions.

I was wearing my sundress from my interview to join the corp, and decided before he came, I would pick out my outfit. I had practiced a lot of things over the last 6 weeks, but none of it had been with a man, and I was nervous.

I found a matching pair of red satin panties, and bra, and a dress that matched well, with strappy heels. Once I was dressed, my hair done and my make up perfect, I looked in the mirror proudly. I was sexy, and I knew I had excelled compared to my fellow basic trainees. I told myself I would do well.

There was a buzz from the intercom. I buzzed in my mystery man, and my stomach fluttered. When he knocked on my door, I checked myself in the mirror before opening it.

When I opened it, there was a man about 35, with handsome brown eyes, and a sweet smile. He was a little doughy, but not fat, and he held flowers.

"Um... Hi, Hadley?"

I nodded, and he handed me the flowers. "I'm Hank. It's nice to meet you."

I took the flowers, and hugged him, saying "nice to meet you too" into his ear.

Then we closed the door behind him.

"You have a nice domicile," he said.

"Thank you, have you been in many? Is this standard?"

He blushed, "I've been in some, but never on move-in day. So, this is a little nicer."

"Can I get you something to drink? Or eat?" I ask. Hosting and being a companion were equally important in our basic training.

"I'd be down for a glass of wine if you'll join me? Put us both at ease?"

I find a bottle of chilled white and pour us each a glass.

"To a beautiful young woman!" he said holding his glass up.

"To 'breaking me in!'" This was the term the corps used was our 'break in period.'

We sipped our wine, and he said, "did they give you a check list?"

I nodded, and pulled it up on my phone.

"Is there any particular place you want to start?" He asked.

I scrolled through the list:

-making out

-blowjob with swallow

-facial cumshot

-rimjob

-foot worship

-vaginal intercourse with creampie

-anal intercourse

-ass to mouth

-golden shower

-urine drinking

"I think I want to start simpler, and work my way up. If that's ok with you?"

"That sounds good. I'm just happy to be here, and while I'm ok with everything on the list, my tastes are pretty vanilla."

We looked at each other for a couple minutes, his eyes looking into mine, or down at my lips, but never further south. Finally, I leaned in and kissed him.

He was minty fresh, which was one thing I didnt expect after six week of kissing fellow ass-eaters. We all brushed regularly, but there was a lot of less than fresh kissing.

His hands moved to my waist, as we kissed, and he never explored my body. His tongue only entered my mouth after I had entered his.

When we broke our kiss, he said, "I'm happy to return the favor on all of those, well the ones I can..."

He had a cute bashfulness about him, and I wondered if all the guys picked to break sex workers in were as gentle. I hoped Gemma's was.

"I think maybe we could continue this, without clothes?" I asked knowing I'd need to keep things moving forward.

He nodded, and began undressing, facing away to allow me privacy. I wasn't sure he turned me on, but he made me feel safe and comfortable.

Once we were both naked, we sat on my king sized bed, and made out again.

"You can touch me..." I said between kisses, and one of his hands moved to my thigh, the other held my back.

His cock was already hard, with a tuft of hair, so I reached down and started touching gently, and finally wrapping my hand around it.

He must have felt bolder because of this, ad he move his hand from my thigh to my breast and started gently squeezing. I moaned into his kiss.

"Maybe we could start with a blowjob? I practiced alot on dildos during basic training. I think it might be good..."

"Yes, that sounds great." He kissed me again, and then I slid off of the bed and knelt before him on the floor.

His balls were massive, much bigger than I had seen in sex ed, or even on the dildos. He must have seen the look on my face, and bashfully turned red.

"For breaking in, they give us a hormone that makes our loads bigger, so when you swallow it will be more than a normal client. So they don't seem so bad..."

My jaw dropped, but then I looked up and asked "does it hurt?"

"Not really, it aches, and I've been told cumming will be a massive relief."

"Good, I'll make it better." I already wanted to make him feel better, he was too sweet to suffer.

I craned my neck and kissed the tip gently, and started slowly and sensually sucking on it, making sure to keep my mouth wet, my tongue gliding under the glans.

His cock smelled of soap, and tasted clean. I was grateful for that. As I got it wetter, I would push down further. I had deepthroated cocks thicker and longer, but I had also been taught that it was bad for his ego to effortlessly deepthroat him.

"Hadley, oh fuck. You're amazing!"

One hand was on the back of my head, the other held my hand on his knee. My free hand alternated between stroking and cradling his giant balls.

When I had worked up to deepthroating him, my nose would touch his pubic hair, and press through to his flesh, and I would slide my tongue out as far as I could to lick his balls.

"Oh baby," his grunting was signaling that he was getting close.

I pulled up off his cock, "you have to record it for my file." Then I dove down on his cock again. I heard his camera's phone start recording.

"Oh fuck, baby..." he said and I backed up to start working the head sensuously.

I looked into his camera, as the first shot filled my mouth. I closed my eyes and started to swallow as fast as I could, but there was too much. My cheeks puffed out, and I kept chugging. I gagged, mid swallow on my third chug, my mouth filled to the brim with more coming, and a stream shot out of my nostrils.

After a minute of him cumming and me gagging and swallowing and coughing, I gulped the last bit down, some on my top lip frm my nose, and I opened wide for the camera, showing I had successfully down it all.

My eyes were watering, and I gasped for breath, and I said to him while he was still recording, "do I need to swallow this too?" and pointed to the bit that shot out of my nose.

"I don't think so. You showed you can swallow!"

He stopped recording and fell back on the bed.

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed up.

When I came back out, he was snoring softly. I looked and saw that his balls were significantly smaller, although still bigger than I would have expected.

I got a glass of water and sat on the couch, and picked up one of my school books. I had a week until classes began, my college would be completely free as part of my service, and I intended to make the most of it. The book was for my American History class, starting in 2097 when both North and South America became a unified nation.

I read for more than an hour when Hank woke up.

"Sorry, they did warn that the orgasms while on this semen enhancer might cause me to have extreme fatigue." He got himself a glass of water and joined me on the couch. He pulled my feet into his lap and began rubbing.

"That's ok. I just figured I'd get a head start on school. You looked very cute sleeping."

He blushed. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had... You did amazing."

I smiled and put my book down. "Can I ask you about your experiences as a man? Like... Do you visit the brothels a lot? Do you have a pretty good amount of blowjobs received?" I genuinely wanted to know, the men in my life before joining could never talk about their brothel experiences with me, due to our relationships.

"I'm retired military, working at Channel 5 news, so I earn 2 credits a day." Everyone in society citizen or not, criminal or not, got at least 1 brothel credit a day. A credit equaled one hour at a brothel.

"I visit three different sex workers regularly, spending a few hours a week with each. My brothel experiences are sexual, but also I am emotionally connected to them. Thats kind of how they pick men for this program. They don't want a guy to show up, have sex and never see you again, in case you form an emotional connection with your first."

"I knew that they picked guys to be more emotionally available, didn't know how they determined that. Are your other three, are they connected to you as well?"

He shrugged. "You only know, if you ask them to be more when they get out of the corps, or in our case, if when this week is done, you're connected to me, you can turn off or on my access for dates. Sex workers only have that option on their break in partner. Or if a man assaults them."

"I assume that you haven't been to rape row?"

He blushed again. "Not as a client, as a cameraman with the news. Rape row clients aren't allowed to be break in partners."

His tone was quiet, and I could tell he didn't want to talk about it.

"What is your kink? The thing you like most about being with a sex worker?" I asked changing the subject.

"Um... when you spend time with a sex worker, don't show up, get off and leave, you get to see them at ease, and comfortable. They become familiar with you, and they give off a sense of emotional coziness. I assume they know I'll be well groomed, kind, giving, and so hopefully I get to be somewhat a break from other men. But some women, they haven't given off that same feeling, and so I don't return. I want to be somewhere where I'm making the experience better."

"Your cock was very clean, your breath fresh. I think you're doing a good job."

He blushed, and his cock twitched under my sole. He really liked being accommodating, and I liked it about him.

"When you're ready, maybe we could work on another check list item?"

He smiled. "I'm not hard yet, but--"

I interrupted and said "Maybe one of the things you don't need to be hard for? Maybe they'll get you there?"

He nodded, and I pulled out my phone with the list.

"Um... so I very thoroughly washed, and so maybe we start with a rimjob? Get it out of the way?"

I nodded.

"Then golden shower and piss drinking? Get all of that out of the way?"

He nodded, and took a big gulp of water.

I slid onto the floor in front of him on the couch, handing him my phone to record with, and he pulled his legs up to give me access.

His ass was a little hair, but clean and fresh, and as I had so many times in the previous six weeks, I pushed my face in and started licking.

His balls were resting on my eyebrows, as I tongue fucked his ass like a professional. I heard the video start, and smiled at it while catching my breath and dove back in.

Eventually, he stopped me and said panting I emerged from under his balls.

"You did a really good job cleaning."

His cock was hard, and I knew our chance at watersports was temporarily on hold.

"I can go brush my teeth, and maybe we can try having regular sex?" I said and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in for a kiss.

"If my ass is so clean you don't have to brush on my account." He smiled kindly, and I started kissing him, and crawled up into his lap straddling.

His cock was resting on my belly, my pussy already wet. I kissed him, and then looked at him and smiled.

"I have had a lot of fun getting off with my basic training squad, but I'm ultimately a straight girl, wanting to get fucked properly... And I'm glad it's going to be you."

We kissed and I lifted myself and pushed his cock under me, until I felt the tip pressing against my pussy. I closed my eyes, and held my breath as I slowly sank onto it, and it entered me.

There was a bit of tension, and it hurt as I pressed past it, then it was ok. When I was all the way down, and he was as deep inside me as he could get, I sat and kissed him, and he wiped away a couple of tears I hadn't realized I had shed.

"You're so beautiful..." he told me, and I kissed him again.

I started to slowly rise and fall on his cock, adjusting the arch in my back to find where it felt the best. His thumb started rubbing my clit and I tilted back a but, so the head of his cock was rubbing my front vaginal wall, and he began sucking on my tits as he continued to rub.

In the six weeks of basic training one of our workouts had been stamina training for all different types of cowgirl, but without the benefit of a cock inside us. I was feeling up for riding him as long as necessary. Turned out it took a while, despite how good it felt pretty quickly, but eventually, my riding and his rubbing and sucking had me cumming hard.

After I came, it only took a couple more pumps before he filled my hot wet pussy with his second massive load.

We kissed, and didn't move for a couple minutes, before I finally climbed off of him, and he went grabbed me some tissue so I didnt drip all the way to the bathroom. There was a reddish color on his cock.

He got in the shower, and a minute later I joined him. Putting my phone on the counter. We kissed and I washed his cock thoroughly.

"Do you have to pee?" I asked him.

He nodded, and I turned off the shower, reached for my phone, handed it to him and knelt.

I didn't want to be peed on, or to drink it, but I understood many clients would be wanting this, and I needed to do my duty.

I smiled up at him, he started the camera, and he started peeing. My chest tightened, and I tried not to blush, but I felt so dirty.

After what felt like a lot of pee, he stopped, and said "you want to check both boxes right now?"

I nodded and opened wide. He started peeing right into my mouth. It was hot and had an odd taste, not as bad as I worried but not good. I gulped and opened four times, and suddenly my belly felt really heavy from cum and piss.

I smiled and said "Thank you baby" to the camera, when he was done.

He washed up, and got out allowing me to wash myself thoroughly. I gargled water and brushed my teeth again. I burped and tasted a mix of cum and piss. I felt gross, but proud.

Once I was clean, and dry, I joined him on the couch again. I sent off my first few proof of achievement videos to Mistress Mandy, and then sent them to Gemma.

"Sorry, about the pee. It's not really my thing."

My legs were drapped over his lap, and I laid back.

"I really like you..." I said. He was like a father figure, but I saw him as a sexual being.

"I really like you too."

There was a comfortable quiet for minutes, then I broke it.

"You work as a cameraman on the news?"

He nodded.

"Which show?"

"The Evening News with Angela Mercado." He perked up saying her name, and I did too.

"Oh my god, we watched that show every night at my home. My mom thinks my dad visited Angela Mercado when she was in the SWC. He just loves her."

Hank smiled. "She's amazing. I was already working there when she came out of the corps, and started as a field reporter. I was the caneraman on her famous rape row segment that landed her the anchor job."

"I haven't seen it. I went into basic training on my 18th birthday, so I havent got to see any of those reports. My parents would send us to bed and watch the 'state of the corps' specials without us."

"Can I show you a state of the corps special that Angela and I shot that I'm most proud of?"

I nodded, and sat up excitedly. He turned on the TV and started to search until he found a 9 minute segment called "Bukkake Benefits," and clicked it.

Angela was probably 28 in the video, she had retired from the corps at 25 to go into journalism, it was a shorter program, but required at least three 6 week tours of rape row. Journalists were a special breed.

Angela was brunette, and wearing a pretty but non-seductive business dress, and standing outside of a brothel building, most looked the same--high rise 22nd century.

"I'm here today at the Minneapolis Brothel District. Minneapolis's Brothel District is home to one Corps member, who has made quite a name for herself, Dina Farrell."

The camera cut to Angela talking in a domicile almost identical to Dina, a naked blonde, with perfect teeth and oversized blue eyes, and pink nipples.

"Look at you Angie, on the nightly news!" She said excitedly.

"Dina and I were bunkmates in basic training in Alexandria. Before she came up here to help with an understaffed brothel district."

Dina smiled and said, "That's actually how I came to find I was good at servicing multiple men. I volunteered for a train session, to help with backlog."

While she spoke it cut to a clip of her being filled airtight by black cocks. She was smiling and looked so lustful. I began touching myself as she worked them.

"The girls in my building call me 'the Gangbang Queen'."

They cut back to Angela and Dina on the couch. Angela spoke directly to camera.

"In the nine years since joining the Sex Worker Corps, Dina has serviced nine hundred, nintety-nine thousand, nine hundred and thirty seven individual cocks. At 27 years old, she is poised to beat the previous million cock record by two and a half years. We're going to be with her over the next twenty four hours, while she works through her remaining 63 cocks."

The rest of the segment showed her sucking and fucking and at the end, with only a few cocks remaining, all the men who had been there for the day, came on her face and tits. The segment ended with a big smile gooey smile and her blowing a kiss, with her eyes covered completely.

"Wow," I said to Hank as it ended.

He nodded. "She's still going. It's been seven years since that segment, and apparently she's topped 2 million, they had to move her to a new city every year to keep her numbers up. She's working in being the first woman to 5 million. I think she's in Mexico City."

I was in awe.

"She's become the biggest recruiting tool. Someone who just loves the corps, and doesn't seem to have an ambition outside the corps."

I nodded. "Did you fuck her?"

He blushed and nodded.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. She's beautiful, and clearly very happy to serve."

We sat quietly until my phone dinged, and I had a video from Gemma. I slide closer to Hank, and he put his arm around me, and we watched her get fucked in the ass, suck the cock and take a thick facial. Her patrner's balls were as big as Hank's and her face looked like several men had cum on her. She grinned and licked some into her mouth.

Hank's cock stirred a little at the sight. I grinned at him.

"You think she's hot? She was my bunkmate..."

"She's really hot. But, you're better."

We kissed a little, and my phone alarm went off, letting me know it was work out time. I went to ignore it, and he asked what it was. He volunteered to go down to the gym with me. I put in my workout bra, and some socks and sneakers, and he put on boxer briefs that kept him from bouncing, socks and sneakers, and we went to the gym on the top floor of the building.

There were a lot of glistening women naked except for heavy sports bras and sneakers. I saw why Hank was open to coming with me.

"You wanted to workout?" I whispered to him with a giggle.

"Yes, I've been around naked women a lot, this isn't nearly as special as having a week with a beautiful young cadet," he said sincerely.

"I heard back in the day, when the corps started they called us cunt cadets, but as the stigma around sex work wore off and the greater good was seen, the name faded... You ever use that term?"