Bound By Blackmail Ch. 14

"Di...did you en...enjoy my cum...Dafni?" He asked meekly. Seriously! This guy was still fucking shy after blowing his wad in my mouth!

Letting my training give him his answer, at least the one he was looking for, I backed off him and opened my mouth. He stared down at me as I cupped his cum on my tongue and let it swirl around a few moments. A smile erupted on his face like he couldn't believe I was actually toying with his cum.

That made two of us.

The foul and thick load swam around in my mouth. Every bit of my being wanted to spit it out. However, I knew that wasn't an option; a true cum dumpster wouldn't do that. Feeling that I'd given him an ample show, I tilted my head back and let yet another wad of cum slide down my throat. When it was all swallowed, I opened my mouth to show him It had disappeared; as if it were some sort of slut magic trick.

As much as I wanted my humiliation to be done, there were a few more things I was trained to do; one being to clean the guy off. I raised back up on my knees and allowed my tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock. He was still a bit sensitive and he winced and giggled a bit. He tried to back away, but I stayed with him. I was a cum-hungry whore after all. I was able to suck the last bit of juices off his deflating cock and then sunk back down to the floor.

"You really do like cum!" he said with astonishment.

If Brady heard that, I knew he would be getting a kick out of it. A buzz from my chastity told me he had heard it and I was supposed to respond.

"Well, you saw my ad," I said in a flirty tone with a coy smile. "There's nothing like a mouthful of cum." I said it like that so at least that statement would be somewhat true. I really didn't know anything else like it.

The guy just smiled but quickly slipped back into his reserved persona. Though he still had a few minutes left in his session, he'd accomplished what he'd come to accomplish; no pun intended.

"Thanks, Dafni," he said shyly as he zipped himself up. I was relieved he was leaving; thinking I was done with this guy. Another jolt reminded me to do one last thing.

"No, thank you for your delicious cum. I hope you come back to see me, big boy!"

The guy looked back and gave me a very creepy grin. It made me quite nervous, but I didn't let it show. Luckily, he made no mention of plans to use my services again. It looked like he may have wanted to say something else, but clearly he wasn't one for words; at least not in a nervous environment. An awkward moment later and he was gone.

And with that, my first official customer had been satisfied, and I couldn't have felt any more despaired by it. I was repulsed at the act I'd just been made to put on and he had been mild. I had little doubt that all the guys coming through my skanky motel room wouldn't have his reserved temperament. The fact being there was much more night ahead of me with far worse clients and there was no simple way out of it.

I had a feeling I was in for the long haul and I dreaded every second of it.

To be continued....