BJ Bliss Ch. 08 Hustle & Blow

"I'm sorry, I was going to call," Gwen began to explain. "Our daughters told their friends and they told their friends—well, you know how it is with girls."

Katrin took a quick headcount and struggled to contain her frustration. In addition to the two teenage girls that she had met at the doorway, she counted six additional girls. The other mother in the group had short blonde hair and bright peach-colored dress; she waved at Katrin with a smile.

"I figured it would be okay. More girls. More workshop fees for you!" Gwen said with an uneasy, apologetic smile, implying she didn't have the courage to say no to the extra girls that invited themselves to the afternoon activities. "I made sure that they all had their ID's with them for proof of age. Everyone is eighteen."

Katrin shared a look with Peter and Justin and stood helplessly in front of the room full of young women. Fuck me. This is going to be a long one.

Bob was toweling off in the bathroom after a soothing, post-workout shower when he heard the knocking at the door. Felica? he wondered.

His former employer was the only one that ever paid Bob an unexpected visit at his bungalow house, located in a historically Polish neighborhood that was tucked far away from the noise and hustle of the city. Felicia was known for turning up at odd hours with new assignments or simply to use him for sex. "From here on out, you're nothing but a ghost," she said to him with icy conviction during what was to be their last encounter, but could she really stay away from the man that had spent the last four years pleasing her in every way imaginable?

Bob tied a towel around his waist and pulled open the door. His heart stopped for what felt like several seconds as Malena, the woman of his deepest infatuation stood before him, casting a glare with her big exotic eyes. Her curvy dark brown hair flowed over the shoulders of her raincoat—an odd choice for such a sunny afternoon.

"Are you gonna stand there all day or invite me in?" Malena scolded. Bob quickly offered an inviting hand toward the interior as he held the door for her. She grazed his naked chest with a finger as she crossed the threshold and he lingered on the smell of her perfume before closing the door behind her.

Malena strolled through his apartment like she owned the place, giving him a view of her striking red heels and sheer white stockings. She turned to Bob and looked over his body. He was built like a gladiator, with a smoothly shaven head and a healthy tan, standing a full foot taller than her.

"How did you find me?"

"I'll ask the questions, thank you very much," Malena responded. "I understand you are acquainted with our former intern?"

Bob just looked back in shock, still processing the fact that she was standing in his home and trying to get a sense of what she was wearing under the coat.

"Tell me how you know Holly and I'll take off the coat," Malena offered.

"Felicia and the twins cornered her at the studio after a blowjob workshop. I don't know what they did with her, but Holly told me that she was okay. I showed up and tried to help her but I was too late." Bob looked down in shame. "There was another woman there too. I'd never seen her before that day. She was in all black and she had Felicia's eyes. I looked into it. She's Felicia's twin sister, Claudia. I think they're up to something big."

"Masterful work, inspector," Malena teased. "Tell me something I don't know."

"I can tell you anything you want to know about Felicia's businesses," Bob offered. He gulped as Malena suddenly untied her trench coat and dropped it to the floor to reveal the sexiest nurse uniform he could have ever imagined. The bright white one-piece was accentuated with red trim and clung snugly against the curves of her breasts and hips.

"I'll bet you can," Malena replied as she stepped forward, showing off the tops of her white stockings and a single, teasing inch of her tan thighs below the uniform. Her juicy cleavage bulged at the opening. She pulled down the zipper and lowered it slowly past her ribs to give him a lingering view of the curves of breasts, stopping just short of her big round nipples.

She circled Bob and yanked at the fold of his towel, causing it to plop onto the top of his feet. His heart pounded as Malena took a nice long look at his naked, muscular body.

"We could use another blowjob model at BJ Bliss, can you recommend someone?"

Bob cleared his throat. "I spent four years working at Studio Trésor, where they used me for practice. They tried every technique that they could think of on me, making me cum as many as ten times a day, sometimes dragging it out for hours. If you need a blowjob model, I am qualified."

"I asked if you could recommend someone, are you deaf?" Malena shot back. Bob expression turned fearful.

"Oh, Bob, I'm just teasing. It sounds like you are indeed qualified." She reached into her purse and produced a tiny leather strap with three snap buttons. "I need to you to wear this cock ring for me. Wrap it tightly around your cock and balls and snap it in place."

Bob looked down in surprise as she dropped the leather piece into his hand. He did as instructed and wrapped it tightly, surrounding the top of his swelling cock and circling just under his balls against his perineum. He snapped it in place and his cock continued to swell before her eyes.

"See Bob grow!" Malena said with a laugh. She turned around to give him a view of the back of her uniform and looked over her shoulder. "See Bob grow bigger," she said as she slowly folded up the bottom of her skirt to give him a view of the back of her thighs. She continued to fold up the skirt tightly until the curves of her ass cheeks just barely peeked out beneath it.

"Would you mind if I pinned up my uniform and walked around bottomless?"

"No, Malena," Bob responded. She spun around in sudden outrage and gave him a slap to the face.

"Don't you dare call me by my name! From now on, you will address me as—" she looked over his body and her eyes lit up, "Domina. Understood?"

"Yes, Domina," Bob said. Malena turned her back to him once again and slid her fingers under her uniform.

"Good boy. Now where were we? Oh, I was going to walk around your house bottomless," She said as she looked over her shoulder to watch his reaction. She proceed to fold up her uniform, revealing more of her luscious, tan cheeks and the white garter straps that were clipped to her stockings.

Bob looked on in surprise, nearly whimpering as she managed to folder her skirt up entirely to her waist and show off the swirly lace patterns of her garter belt, which arched across the top of her naked ass. She stood for a brief moment and enjoyed his reaction as he explored the crack of her ass with his eyes and realized that she wasn't even wearing a g-string.

"Go fetch a pin out of my purse so that I can hold up my uniform," Malena instructed. Bob quickly made his way over to her purse and looked through it for a safety pin.

"You better get use to this," Malena called out over her shoulder. "If I decide to hire you, I will expect you to fetch whatever I need, whenever I need it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Domina," he replied as he returned proudly with some safety pins and dropped them into her waiting hand. Malena proceeded to fasten the skirt securely at her waist and began stepping through the apartment. The curves of her luscious ass swiveled seductively as she walked about in her heels and surveyed the living room. She put a hand over her crotch and turned to him.

"Where do you keep the booze?"

"There's a liquor cart over by the kitchen," he replied as he eyed Malena from the front. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the dress and she continued to cover herself at the crotch on her way into the kitchen.

"Ooooo," she moaned with approval as she spotted a bottle of interest. She returned to the living room, bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, exposing her pussy to him for the first time as she approached. Bob stared in awe. She had the most incredible labia he had ever laid eyes on, plump and smooth with a full Brazilian wax.

"25-year scotch, that is very impressive," Malena said as she admired the bottle. "I'm going to help myself."

Bob's erection continued to poke out in front of Malena as she opened the bottle and poured herself a glass. She enjoyed a few sips and then turned her back to Bob, gently bending in front of him and supporting herself on the arm of the couch. She swiveled her hips, giving him a little ass-jiggle, and looked over her shoulder with a satisfied smile as she surveyed his growing erection.

"Do you like my ass?" Malena asked him as she set down her drink on the coffee table and slid her hands up the back of her thighs. She nestled her fingers under her buttcheeks and propped them up playfully.

"Yes, Domina," Bob replied with a gulp.

"It's a little big, I suppose, but you don't mind a bubble butt, do you? Would you like to feel your cock sliding between my soft, tan cheeks, Bobby?"

"Yes, Domina." His hands moved slowly to the front of his body as he ached to feel contact with his erection.

"Don't you dare touch yourself!" Malena threatened. "I just want you to watch. Keep your hands where I can see them and I'll bend over, nice and slow, and spread my pussy lips for you." She did as promised and carefully separated her engorged pussy lips to show him a wet strip of pink. She let him take in a nice long look before sliding her middle finger down her slit to guide the flowing juices down to her clit.

"Wouldn't you just love to put that big meat-stick of yours inside me?"

"Yes, Domina," Bob said with his eyes bulging at her performance.

"Well too bad." Malena stood up straight and turned to face him. "I am going to be your employer. You will not lay a finger on me, do you understand?!"

"I understand."

"Good. Now fetch the measuring tape out of my purse and come stand in front of me so that I can inspect you." She sat at the end of the couch and enjoyed another sip of Bob's prized scotch until he returned to hand her the cloth measuring tape. "Don't be shy. I want that big hard dick right in front of my face so I can get a good look."

Bob moved forward with caution, stopping a few inches in front of Malena's eager eyes. He could feel her warm breath against his cock and balls as she moved in to inspect him.

"Bob, you are rock hard, and I haven't even touched you yet," Malena taunted. "That's too bad. If you were having trouble getting it up, you would force me to take additional measures."

Bob closed his eyes, desperate to flood his mind with erection-killing thoughts.

"Don't you dare cheat. Open those eyes!" Malena commanded. He opened his eyes to see her carefully surrounding his girth with the measuring tape. She then extended the tape from the base of his cock to the tip.

"8 ½ inches long and 6 inches girth. You are a near perfect replacement for Marco. Do you think I could fit that big, long cock of yours into the back of my throat?" Malena wondered out loud as she formed her mouth into an "o." She hovered her pouty lips just over the tip of his head and then quickly retracted. "Of course I could!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

Bob groaned in frustration as his veiny cock and tightened balls continued to swell out under the supportive pressure of the cock ring.

"Wait right here," Malena instructed as she hopped off the couch and walked back into the kitchen, showing off her ass mercilessly. She quickly returned with a shot glass in hand.

"What kind of a nurse would I be if I didn't collect a sample?" Malena asked as she returned to the couch in front of Bob. "I asked you a question. What kind of nurse?!"

"A bad nurse?"

"Corrrrrecto," Malena replied, rolling her tongue excessively with a purr. "I'd be a really, really bad nurse. This job offer is contingent on you spurting out a nice big load into this glass for me. Can you do that for your Domina?"

"I can," Bob assured her. He flexed his groin muscles, hoping for a miracle as Malena looked up at him impatiently. She reached for the zipper of her dress and pulled it down to her stomach.

"Do you enjoy looking at big, natural tits, Bob?"

"Yes, Domina, I love them."

"You love them, ha! Well, then I'm sure you'll be pleased with mine," Malena said as she gripped the flaps of her dress and slowly parted them, giving him the slightest peek at the deep pink of her nipples before covering them up again.

Bob's cock seemed to tremble at the sight of her large, caramel-colored breasts and he continued to flex his groin muscles. Malena, finally pulled her dress open giving him a view of her big round DD's and he groaned in pleasure. She playfully hopped on the couch, bouncing her incredible breasts before his eyes and giggling.

"It is sooo fun having a big set of pillowy breasts," Malena teased as she circled her fingers around her nipples. "I could press them up against your face. I could let you slide your big hard dick in between them over and over again while I slurp the pre-cum off the tip of your head. Or, I could call up one of my busty girlfriends and we could oil each other up and rub our slippery tits together in front of you. There are so many possibilities!"

Malena unfastened the safety pins on her uniform and turned her back to him. She slowly slipped the uniform over her hips and let it fall to the floor, leaving only her garter-belt, stockings, and heels to decorate the lower half of her body.

"What I love most, though, is having big hot load cum splattered all over them," Malena confessed. "If only you had some cum to give me. I'd spread it all over my big fucking tits right in front of you." Bob's cock continued to quiver despite the deprivation of physical stimulation. He felt like he could blow at any second.

"I have an idea!" Malena suddenly announced. She sat back on to the couch and held out the shot glass just under the tip of his cock and then proceeded to slip her stockinged feet out of her heels.

"I have ten little piggies just for you," Malena said with a giggle as she lifted her knees and extended her feet towards Bob's tightened balls. She wiggled her toes and grazed the sensitive skin of his sack ever so slightly with the nylon fabric of her stockings.

"Gaaahhh!" Bob grunted in pleasure as he watched Malena tickle his balls with her toes and begin to rub her wet pussy lips with two fingers. She smiled deviously as she held the shot glass firmly in place and stroked her throbbing clit.

She carefully and delicately sandwiched his cock between the arches of her feet and began pumping away. The smooth nylon grazed across his shaft and his engorged head began to drip with a warning shot.

"Give me that fucking cum!" Malena demanded with an inflection of pleasure in her voice that finally sent Bob over the edge. She unsnapped the cock ring with the flick of her toe, sending it flying to the floor and coaxing the pent up sensations through the length of Bob's erection.

He spurted like a fountain, splattering the shot glass and dripping out on to Malena's hand. She focused in on catching his cum and watched with satisfaction as he poured out his pearly liquid into the shot glass.

"Good boy. That is a nice, big load," Malena said in admiration as she followed his deflating erection with the glass, making sure to catch every drip.

She proceeded to lick up the dangling strands of cum from her hand and carefully rolled his flavors through her mouth while he watched with bated breath. She sat back on the couch, full shot glass in hand.

"Not bad," Malena said as she savored the sticky coating against the roof of her mouth. "Still, we will oversee your diet to ensure the sweetest possible taste." She reached down with her cum-splattered hand and continued pleasuring herself while she held on to the shot glass and lifted her knees to give him a good view.

"This is as close as you're going to get to touching me, Bob," Malena taunted in between heavy breaths. She massaged her clit and carefully tipped the shot glass of cum over her breasts. His seed oozed out from the glass and decorated her skin she stroked herself to climax. She tossed the glass to the floor and rubbed a mess of semen across her heaving breasts, making them shiny and sticky as she moaned and spasmed in pleasure.

Malena lay back on the couch for several moments, breathing heavily as her satisfying orgasm waned and she gathered her composure to turn back to the business as hand.

"Okay, here's the deal," she began as she stood up and slipped back into the nurse's uniform. "I need a blowjob model, bodyguard, driver, and personal servant. Do you want the job?"

"Yes, Domina," Bob replied, carefully keeping his composure as he swelled with joy on the inside.

"Good. Now get dressed. As of this second, you are on the clock."

Malena eagerly checked in with her phone from the back seat as Bob drove her back to BJ Bliss Headquarters in his tuxedo-black Lincoln sedan, complete with the regulation commercial driver licence plates.

"Oh no!" she yelled out with a gasp. The BJ Bliss story was going viral. National publications and websites were re-posting the article. There was a social media firestorm to match, where people with nothing better to do, were either celebrating or up-in-arms against BJ Bliss's provocative, live blowjob workshops.

Malena was stunned. She didn't know where to begin. Redirected calls from the company phone line maxed out her voicemail. Her email inbox was flooded with hundreds of messages: appointment requests, resumes, media inquiries, and even a few death threats. She called Katrin in a panic as her heart pounded against her chest. No answer. Katrin's voicemail was also maxed.

"Bob, you couldn't have joined the company at a worse time," Malena said. He looked back at her through the rearview mirror with concern. "We're about to be ambushed by the press and god knows what else. Are you sure that you're up for this?"

"You can count on me. I'm prepared to do whatever you need, there isn't anything that I can't handle," Bob replied confidently.

"Except me!"

"Of course, Domina," Bob replied. He refocused on the street in front of him and the curiously large amount of double-parked vehicles that were nearly blocking traffic.

They carefully pulled up to the office to see a handful of news vans reporting from outside the entrance. "Channel 5, Channel 2, it's mostly local so far," Malena commented, noting stations as she spotted them. "Wait. That's Fox News! Fuck me, we're in trouble. Step on it!"

Bob sped by the office and Malena scrambled to come up with their next move. "I guess I can look up the phone number for the workshop client. Maybe we can catch Katrin there, before she leaves? I hate to call the client like that, but I guess it is an emergency. Get us down to 18th street," Malena instructed. Bob hit the gas, peeling onto the highway on-ramp while Malena looked down at her phone in despair.

Damn it, Katrin. Why don't you pick up?

Katrin looked over the pack of teenage girls, many of which sported tattoos, piercings, and colorfully-dyed hair. Their skimpy shirts showed off their tight little midriffs and some of their shorts tastelessly revealed the bottoms of their asscheeks as they walked about the room, enjoying snacks and non-alcoholic drinks. What is this, a fucking suicide girl convention? Katrin quickly attempted to correct her attitude. Calm down and be nice, dammit.

"No worries about the extra girls, Gwen," Katrin said to the hostess. "There's nothing wrong with a bigger group, so long as they don't mind sharing."