The Blowjob Test

The Blowjob Test -- Federal Detective Caitlyn Alvarez

Caitly was ready to try again. She knelt on the cushion and held herself very still. One of the men stepped forward. She didn't know any of their names.

The beer mug had a concave bottom, like the interior of an eggshell. It could be balanced on a soccer ball, if one had the skill. The guy set it carefully on top of Cait's head. Then the guy came to stand in front of her, undid his pants and poked his dick at her lips. Caitlyn obediently opened her mouth and let him slide inside.

The goal was to bring him off without spilling the beer. Five times in ten tries would be counted as a success. If a candidate failed, she was welcome to continue, but the counts were cumulative.

Cait had managed only three successes in the first ten tries, but Numbers Three and Eight had started thrusting, which was not allowed. The result had been the same, a mouthful of cum and a face full of beer, but she'd been granted an extra two tries without penalty and had raised her success count to four out of twelve with two scratches.

Having failed to reach the original goal, she was allowed another ten tries, but she was not permitted to start over. Her new goal became ten out of twenty-two, with four successes already behind her, two scratches, and ten attempts to go.

In the second set, she had found her rhythm, and improved her score. Now her count was nine successes, with two more tries remaining. If she failed, the new goal would be fifteen out of thirty-two, but she had no intention of failing.

Caitlyn was training to be a Red Star callgirl. The Red Star sent their girls all over the world. Their clients were the world's 1%. Some assignments lasted for months. A Red Star callgirl made serious money. And at the Red Star Caribbean resorts, customers could book their girl when they booked their room.

The FBI needed a sharp pair of federal eyes at one of these resorts. But being pretty, female, and willing to fuck strangers for money just got her into the program. She still had to qualify.

This was the second part of the blowjob trial. Any girl could put a dick in her mouth and bob up and down on it. Red Star expected better.

In the first part, Cait had been expected to perform the Red Star massage. It was a world-famous service. A Red Star girl was guaranteed to spend thirty minutes massaging a man's dick, balls, anus, and upper thighs with only her lips and tongue. Only after the thirty minute mark was reached did she close her lips over the head of him and coax him to spill in her mouth. If a guy came before the time was up, or he came anywhere other than in the girl's mouth, or if her lips and tongue broke contact even once before he finished, Red Star gave him a free week at one of the resorts with the girl of his choice. Caitlyn had succeeded in this test ten out of ten times.

This second part was proving more difficult. Red Star expected its girls to be able to make a man come using only lips and tongue. So she had to keep her head absolutely still and the trainer was not allowed to thrust.

The man in her mouth was standing very, very still, which Cait appreciated. But his dick tasted like fresh pussy, which she resented. She didn't care if this cock had drilled a thousand cunts, but when a guy comes once, it takes longer the second time, and the longer it took, the greater the chances of spilling the beer.

But she was auditioning to be a whore, and whores don't get to be overly choosy about whose dicks they suck. So Caitlyn got to work.

She held him gently between her lips, half-in, half-out. The bulbous head of him rested on her tongue. Cait brought her hands up between his legs. So long as she didn't touch the shaft, fingers were allowed and ball play was highly encouraged. She would keep her head motionless and use her fingers to excite him to start.

At Red Star, a girl was expected to look in a man's eyes when she sucked his cock. She was supposed to convey how much she absolutely adored doing this for him. But this was a skills test, not a full rehearsal. Tilting her head up would spill the beer. Caitlyn was slightly curious as to what he looked like, how old he was, and whether he was attractive, but a proper whore cannot be concerned about such things. She wasn't yet a Red Star girl. Not until she passed this test. That meant concentration, not curiosity. She stared at the base of the cock and ignored everything else.

Cait brushed her fingers against the soft hair of his scrotum. A grunting noise above her meant the sensation was pleasurable. She stroked the little tendrils, not quite touching the tight, wrinkly skin. She opened her lips just a little, letting a tiny gap form underneath. Cait took a quick breath, sucking air in through her mouth. The cool breeze on his wet, sensitive skin had to feel good. He quivered slightly in reaction. She sealed her lips tight around his shaft once more.

Caitlyn tickled his balls gently with three fingers. Back to front. Back to front. Back to front. One finger at a time, then repeat. Never tracing quite the same paths over those manly bulges, but always back to front. Toward her face. Her waiting mouth. Her fingers were the tour guides.

Here, little sperms. This way. Warm, wet female. Open for you. Waiting for you. Come along, come along, cum along.

Another quick, cool breath. Over the top of him this time. A satisfying gasp in response.

Caitlyn touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of his shaft. Gently, she licked him, massaged him, washed him. Back to front. Toward her mouth.

Come to me, little sperms. I want you in my mouth. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

This wasn't the Red Star massage. She could break contact. Cait opened her mouth. Just tiny, tiny bit. She took a long breath. Cool air flowing over his sensitive shaft. Back to front. In. In. Into her mouth. She closed her lips, sealing his cock in a kiss.

Caitlyn rubbed little zigzags on his balls, like a skier dodging trees. Left to right, then right to left, then back across, but always, always, always back to front.

Come on, little sperms. Come in me. Come in me. Come in me. Enter the female. Invade the girl. That's what you're made for.

She pressed a fingertip to his asshole. Gently. Some men liked to have something in their butt. Most did not. But a slight pressure, right at that tight little opening, stimulated maybe a billion nerve endings. No penetration necessary.

Cait's tongue found the crown of his cock. That spongy ridge, where head meets shaft was blowjob goldmine. The very tip was the most sensitive, but maybe too sensitive. But the ridge, especially on the underside, was X-rated Goldilocks territory. The tip is too much. The shaft is too little. The ridge is just exactly right.

She tickled his balls. She pressed his asshole. She licked his ridge from side to side. And he came, pouring his salty semen all over her tongue.

Hello, little sperms! Cum in! Cum in! Welcome to your new home. Take your shoes off. Would you like a drink? There sure are a lot of you boys. I'd love to offer you some eggs. I know how you fellows go for the eggs. But I left them in another part of the house. No access by this door. But make yourselves at home.

Spurt after spurt after spurt, his cum flowed into her. The tight little pussy he'd fucked earlier must not have been too satisfying. She wondered who the girl was. It wasn't important. She didn't even know who the guy was. But she was curious. He couldn't have pumped much cum into that cunt and still had this much left over.

When his balls were empty, he pulled his spent cock out of her tired lips. He was panting as though he'd run a marathon, but it had been Caitlyn who put in all the effort.

The cum had spilled. The beer had not. Cait had qualified. She just had to prove it. Carefully, she removed the full glass from her head. Cait opened her lips and let the semen dribble out into the beer.

A Red Star girl always swallowed after a blowjob. Always. Red Star girls accepted all cum into themselves. Trusted clients came deep in the pussy or right up the ass. If they came in a condom, the girl sucked it out. But when they came in her mouth, she swallowed.

Caitlyn understood this. It wasn't an issue. She spit it out merely to show that she had successfully brought the guy to climax. Once the judges had seen this, Cait chugged the beer.

That night, she contacted her superiors. She was in. As a new Red Star girl, Caitlyn would be installed at the Bella Mar resort. The wealthiest men in the world rented those high-luxury suites. Meals, minibar, and Caitlyn would all be included. A few of those men were of interest to Homeland Security. Instructions would be forthcoming.