At just a little over eight months into the Free Use program for the Correction of Convicts (FUCC), Sophia Lee was not having fun. Not one bit at all. Especially since it had already been an entire two hundred and forty-four days of tossing and turning with her clit feeling harder than a rock, and that wasn't even mentioning the fact that she still had quite a way left to go. Or perhaps even more after that if she somehow missed her next court assigned date in front of the judge, and so it was with a rather desperate sense of freedom that she leaned over to swallow the man's cock.
It tasted like sweat and cock. Mostly though, just cock. The man it was attached to hummed in satisfaction as her lips closed all the way around the base of the glans. Instead of pulling away, however, she simply closed her eyes as she forced herself to move her tongue. Now was not the time to be hesitant, she tried to tell herself, not when she was already so close to finally being able to cum. Even if she was sitting in the middle of a dimly lit stall with nothing to do except service the gloryhole positioned directly in front of her.
"How many times has it been for you so far?" said the man.
His voice came out like a drumbeat to echo off the walls, and she clenched her fists as she tried to ignore the question. Not that she could tell anyways since she had already lost count. She might have been able to give a proper answer near the start, but after several hours of having to sit there with her face covered in semen and a dildo shoved up her rear, the only thing she could think of was how many more days she had left before she would finally be allowed to stop.
Let's see, three hundred and sixty-five days in a year minus two hundred forty-four makes one hundred and twenty-one, but that wasn't taking into account her infractions over the same period of time which added an entire week for each report...
She cut herself off before her mind could spiral any further. The final answer was not a comforting thought. Better focus on the present for now. Another tiny spurt of precum dribbled out, and she tried not to gag as she licked it up with her tongue. The only thing that she got for her troubles though was another grunt from the person on the other side of the wall, and she let out a sigh as she once again opened her mouth.
"Oh, you know you like it you dirty little slut," he said.
Again, she ignored him as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. It was almost like background noise at this point after everything she had done. That, and the deeply seated sense of self-pity rolling around in the bottom of her stomach. She could think about that later though once her shift was up.
There was a timer set out beside her, and she glanced over at it. Just a little over seven minutes and counting since they had started, meaning that he had to at least be getting close. How unusual. Most of her clients would have already blown their load by now after so many months of skillful practice, and it was rare to come across someone who could hold out for this long. Hold out he did though, and so she had no choice but to sit there as she continued to suck.
Lick... lick... lick...
It was a bit like licking at the end of a flesh-colored lollipop. One that occasionally shot out white stuff from the end, and already she found herself wishing that he would hurry up and just be done. Her jaw was starting to feel sore now, and the dildo shoved up her rear was not doing her any favors. Mostly because she had been sitting on it for quite some time, but also because it had been just over half a year now since she had last been allowed to cum.
The sound of her mouth filled the room, and shifting in place on the toy, she continued to bob her head up and down. Slowly, she felt a dull heat starting to gather down below. Eventually though, after what felt like much longer than it actually was, the man grunted again as his member started to swell. Like a red-hot bar of iron thrust between her lips, and closing her eyes she prepared herself for it. Mouth wide open, legs pressed together, and then...
"Oh yeah, take it all," he said.
His semen splattered out to coat the inside of her throat, and she gagged as she forced herself to swallow. There was no other choice, the torrent was just simply too much. Bit by bit she felt the thickness flow down to fill up her stomach, and choking at the bitterness of the aftertaste, she waited for the flow to stop.
One... two... three...
It seemed to go on forever. He must have been quite pent up before he arrived. Either that or he was just naturally talented when it came to that particular area. After another couple of gulps though the stream finally started to slow, and she pulled away to cough. Deep breaths now, she thought. That's it, in and out until she felt like she no longer wanted to choke. Then once her breathing was finally back under her control, she slowly reached over to clean herself off before leaning forward to place one last kiss at the tip of his cock.
A final trickle of semen leaked out for her to swallow. The man pulled back with a sigh, and there was the sound of a zipper being drawn back up.
"Call you later?" he said.
The tone of his voice was back to normal again, her brain noted. It took her a while to clear her throat. Disgusting, why did it always have to feel so gross.
"No," she said dryly, "If you want to go again, you'll have to make another appointment at the register."
"The waitlist is nearly two weeks long though," he said.
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with the Department of Moral Justice," she said again with a sigh, shifting in place on the dildo, "They're the ones responsible for creating the schedule for which one of the girls get to serve."
Or in other words, she thought, they were the ones who decided which of the various Free Use establishments she was supposed to visit today and how many dicks she needed to suck. It was something she had been doing ever since she had agreed to participate in the program instead of going to jail, all for the crime of walking out of the local grocery store with a couple of items hidden away in her purse. Service to the community, the judge had called it, and an excellent opportunity to prove her worth. As if it was somehow her fault that her paycheck had come late, and so she wasn't able to pay the bill.
For now though, there was a short pause on the other side of the stall as if the man was trying to decide what to do. Possibly he was thinking about going again as if his time wasn't already up. Whatever chance there was of that was soon eliminated however by the sound of a knock, and a quiet wave from the officer in charge of the station was enough for him to go. Until next time then, she supposed.
