Staying Employed, Part 13 (Final Episode, MF, Reluctance)

“Wednesday night then?” I asked by way of confirmation. Ballard nodded his assent. I wanted to go over the terms one last time, to be clear.

“I show up to this fancy hotel room. I give you a blowjob. Once I start, I don’t stop until you come in my mouth. I swallow, say “Thank you.”

Ballard nodded again. So far so good.

“If I do this, and I don’t talk and don’t leave until you blow your load, then our deal is complete. No more sex. No more pawning me out.”

“I expect your best effort,” Ballard said. “If you half-ass it, the deal is off.”

“Ok, so my best effort. What’s with the no talking clause? It seems a bit off. You know I’m not a talker anyway.”

Ballard shrugged. “I just want to be sure I get my end of things. No talking, no stopping except to get some air. I promise I won’t lay a hand on you to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Right,” I replied. I paused for a moment, thinking it over. I wanted to make sure I thought of everything. “Once you blow, I’m free to leave. I don’t have to let anyone else fuck me after that.”

Ballard nodded. Oh the mistakes we make.

“And I get the $100k. All of it?”
“No strings attached,” Ballard said.

“And if I stop before you come, no money, and the photos come out.”

Ballard nodded one final time, and I couldn’t believe it. This was going to be one of the most expensive blowjobs in history. His desire to have the things he wasn’t supposed to have, the forbidden, was beyond my imagination.

“I’ll see you Wednesday,” I said with a smile. I hadn’t given him a genuine smile in a while now, what him fucking me weekly and all.

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I made the usual excuses with Keith. After all, my promotion and the accompanying raise came with extra responsibilities. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when I said I had a client dinner. With that final obstacle out of the way, I was ready. One blowjob, and with it, freedom.

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At this point I was no stranger to stepping into strange hotel rooms after collecting cards from the front desk under a fake name. I rode up the elevator and for the first time I was actually looking forward to this encounter. Not the act itself – that I wasn’t excited about – but what this represented. A return to normalcy. I would give Ballard the best fucking blowjob of his life and walk out of the room financially secure in a way I hadn’t imagined a year ago. Hell yeah.

The door didn’t open on the first swipe, but I realized I had the card the wrong way around. The second time it clicked and I pushed it open. Stepping inside I could see why Ballard had chosen this room. I didn’t realize they made mattresses larger than king sized until now. The bed sitting in the middle of the large room was enormous – it would easily have slept 3 or 4 adults in comfort.

Ballard had piled pillows up against the headboard, and was sitting there on the bed entirely naked. His legs were splayed open, and his erection was obvious even from the door. He was looking forward to this in a way I hadn’t seen before.

Letting the door close behind me, I stepped into the room proper and placed my things on a side table. Turning back around I winked at him, and slid the straps of my black dress over my shoulders. Ballard’s eyes gazed at me hungrily. He hadn’t even said a word. When I slide the dress down to reveal my complete nudity underneath, he did give a small intake of breath. He hadn’t been expecting that. I’d ducked into a hotel bathroom and removed my underwear and bra right before coming up. There had been a bellhop – this was a very expensive hotel – who had gotten quite an eyeful when I stepped into the elevator with my nipples poking hard against the fabric of my dress.

I didn’t speak – I didn’t want to take a chance on breaking the rules. $100k was $100k. I’d already spent half of it in my head. Instead I just swayed my way over to the bed, climbing onto it in a sultry, lazy fashion. I crawled my way towards him, towards his cock really, with a small smile on my face. Ballard’s dick twitched a couple of times as I crossed the space of the bed to settle between his legs.

I didn’t take his cock in my mouth right away, instead taking each of his nipples between my lips, teasing them with my tongue, and nipping at them with my teeth. He gave small gasps with each tiny bite, and I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and breasts as I moved back and forth. Maybe, with this foreplay, he would blow his load the moment I took him in my mouth. That would be a blessing.

I didn’t want this man’s shaft between my lips. It felt somehow even more intimate than when he’d fucked me. Feeling his cock pistoning in and out of my body, feeling it twitch as he filled me with his cum was in my mind better than having him inside my mouth. I had tasted his cum that one time, briefly, by accident. I didn’t want to feel it pulsing out of the head of his penis, to have to swallow it down and *thank* him for it. We all make our own beds though, and this was the one I had made. Instead of lying down in it, as the saying goes, I was going to suck dick in it.

I kissed my way down his stomach, until I came across the head of his straining penis. I opened my mouth to take him inside of me but he put his hands on the side of my head. “I want you to look at me,” he said.

This was familiar – I remembered the first time he’d fucked me he had wanted to same. Perhaps he saw the unwilling surrender in my eyes in that moment when his cock had slid between my pussy lips. Whatever he saw, I was here to please and get paid.

I leaned my weight further down the bed, and pointed his cock towards the ceiling with one hand. Holding it steady, I raised my eyes to meet his. Staring straight into his gaze, I opened my lips and slowly lowered my mouth over his waiting member.

Ballard gave an audible gasp, but his eyes never left mine. I felt the warmth of his cock – at once both soft and hard – fill my mouth. I held it there, and swirled my tongue all over the shaft. Ballard grunted, shifting his hips slightly forward as he strained to fit as much of himself inside me as he could. I kept moving my tongue, trying to make these opening moments as pleasurable for him as I could. I felt my pussy begin to moisten, responding to the cock in my mouth, the act I was performing.

When Ballard spoke, it caught me so much by surprise I froze. “Andy,” he called in an almost business-like tone. What the fuck? Did he bring an audience? I heard the door to the suite bathroom open, and footsteps approaching the bed. The entire time I didn’t move an inch, Ballard’s cock trapped between my lips. I didn’t want to blow this cock, but I wanted to blow the money and my freedom even less.

“Life is full of lessons, Nicole.” Ballard said to me conversationally. “You don’t know Andy here. You’ve never met him.” Ballard’s cock was staying hard inside my mouth even though I wasn’t moving on him anymore. My tongue had stopped too. Somehow, he seemed even harder despite this.

“Despite this, you’re about to let Andy fuck you, Nicole.” I gave a little involuntarily squeal of alarm. At this point I’d been sitting still with Ballard’s cock in my mouth for so long it didn’t occur to me to let it out. He chuckled, his whole body moving slightly. “I know, you’re surprised. You really should have thought it through all the way.”

My mind was racing now. I reflexively moved my tongue on his cock again – every moment I spent doing nothing he was that much further from orgasm. I went through our conversations, and it hit me. The rules. No stopping. No talking. Pictures released if I did. No other boundaries. I’d been trapped.

I gave a low growl in my throat, but Ballard’s cock just jerked in response to it. He loved dominating me. He had from the beginning. “You get it now, don’t you. And you’ll let him. If not, you would be halfway out the door by now. But you want the photos to stay secret, and you want the money.”

Fuck him, but he was right. I really was trapped. I could hear Andy getting closer, and then felt him climbing onto the bed behind me. Was I really going to let this happen? I didn’t even know what this man looked like.

“I owe him this, Nicole. In fact, I promised him I would try to make it happen. After all, if it weren’t for him I would never have had you in the first place. Surely you’ve figured this out by now.”

The bastard was monologue like the villain in a superhero movie. And here I was, figuring it all out with this man’s cock in my mouth. But of course. The files. The magically missing files that poor Nicole somehow managed to delete from the servers. And Andy worked in IT and was going to fuck me now.

I growled again, and felt Andy position himself between my thighs. Holy shit. This was real. I was about to get fucking spitroasted by Andy from IT. I started working my tongue on Ballard’s shaft furiously, my lips pumping up and down. If I could just get him to blow his load quickly, before Andy got his prick inside of me.

Andy was sure taking his time about it. I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy, but then he began rubbing it up and down, collecting my moisture and mingling it with his own pre-cum. When I heard the main door to the hallway open, I just couldn’t fucking believe it. It was enough to make me pause in my frantic efforts to make Ballard explode.

“Don’t be shy, Nicole,” Ballard said with humor in his voice. “Nicolas likes to watch.” A third man was here. I started going at it again on Ballard, feeling how hard his prick was. I could taste some of his pre-cum on my tongue, and hoped he was getting close. God knows the whole situation was exciting him terribly.

Andy placed his hands on my hips, and I knew I hadn’t been quick enough. A moment later, I felt his cock sink into my pussy and heard him give a long moan. Andy’s hands tightened on my hips, and he pushed himself all the way inside of me until his hips were pressed up against me. I could feel his stomach bulging over the top of my ass. I don’t know why it mattered, but it did – Andy was fat. Andy didn’t move for a long moment. I could feel his cock practically quivering inside of me. The fucker was already close to coming. I redoubled my efforts on Ballard. I wanted to taste his cum so I could escape before this stranger behind me shot his load inside my pussy. I needed to. Andy began a slow, gentle thrusting, moving his cock inside of me.

“Quite the sight, Tom,” came an accented voice from the couch in the room. That must be Nicolas. “She is beautiful. Exquisite. To see her taken by this… ugly, ugly man. Well, it is something.” Andy paused for a fraction of a second, probably surprised to be insulted so casually by Nicolas. He only paused for a second however. He would probably take all the world’s insults to be riding someone like me even if it was while I sucked his boss’s dick.

Ballard just laughed, and I despaired at how casual he sounded. This wasn’t the laughter of a man close to orgasm. Andy was starting to thrust harder now, each bump of his hips against my ass pushing Ballard’s cock deep into my mouth. I stopped bobbing my head, letting Andy’s thrusts take care of the movement for me and focused on how I was using my tongue. I swirled around and around, up and down, trying to find something to get Ballard over the edge. When I swiped diagonally across the underside of his shaft he gave a little grunt and I knew I’d found it.

I repeated the movement, and Ballard made another small noise. Andy had leaned forward, hands grasping at my swaying breasts as he rode me from behind. I felt Andy’s hands wrap around both of my tits, his fingers fumbling for my nipples. His weight was firmly on my own hips now, and he pulled me back into him with my tits even as he pushed his weight forward. I fought to keep Ballard’s cock in the right place, to keep hitting that spot that was sending him closer. It was working – Ballard wasn’t laughing anymore. Indeed I could hear his breathing starting to speed up slightly, even over the sounds of Andy’s grunting. Fuck – Andy really was grunting. He had to be getting close now.

I redoubled my efforts, and Ballard began to make some noises of his own. I let Andy bear some of my weight, my breasts pressing into his hands as I raised my own to try and pinch at Ballard’s nipples with my own fingers – he always responded to that. I found his nipples with my fingertips – they were hard little rocks, he was so aroused. I pinched, and felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. I just might get this done.

Suddenly Andy let go of my breasts. My tits swayed forwards, released from their hold. I felt Andy’s hands grab my hips and pull me back hard against him. Andy gave a long, low moan, and then I felt it. His cock exploded inside of me, pulsing as he shot wad after wad of cum into my pussy. I moaned too, but with despair. I could feel every movement of his shaft as he spent himself. It went on, and on, like he hadn’t cum in weeks. Months. Years.

Finally, it was over. Andy’s cock was still inside of me. He pulled out, and I felt the absence of his weight. Then I felt his cum begin leaking out of my pussy, running down the inside of my thigh and onto the bed covers. It felt like he had emptied a gallon of milk inside of me, the way it came out.

Ballard’s cock was hard, but his breathing had slowed now. I realized I had stopped my ministrations when I felt Andy begin his orgasm. Well shit.

“Bravo!” came a cheer from the couch, and I could hear Nicolas clapping. “A fine effort. Grab your things and run along now.”

I thought for a second Nicolas was dismissing me. Then it hit me he was sending Andy away like a child. The bed shifted slightly as Andy’s weight moved off it, and I heard him pad towards the bathroom before Nicolas said “No, get out now. Grab your things and get the fuck out.”

I went back to work on Ballard, trying to find the magical spot again. I heard Andy’s startled noise at Nicolas’ sudden dismissal, but he grabbed his clothes and stumbled out into the hall completely naked. Who *was* this man, Nicolas?

“Nicolas is French,” Ballard said casually as I worked on his cock. “A very, very wealthy Frenchman.”

Nicolas gave a low, rich laugh. It sounded very close to the bed now. He was no longer on the couch.

“The $100k you’re making from this is nothing to him, Nicole. It’s a fraction of the deal he’s making with our agency tonight.” I kept licking and sucking, trying to find the right movement to get Ballard towards his orgasm again. “In fact, he’ll probably have made that much back by the time he’s done fucking you in the ass.”

That got my attention.

I realized that Nicolas was climbing onto the bed behind me. I unconsciously clenched my asshole, anticipating what was coming as I felt him move between my legs. When Nicolas plunged his cock into my pussy, more of Andy’s cum came spilling out to trickle down the insides of my legs. Nicolas reached down with his fingers, scooping it up. With his cock buried deep inside me, Nicolas poured lubricant straight into my ass crack. He pulled himself out of me, and I heard him rubbing his hands all over his shift.

“You have an exquisite pussy, Nicole.” He really seemed to like that word, exquisite. “If this is your first time taking a cock in your ass, I recommend you relax. It will go easier that way.”

It was my first time. Keith had never shown an interest in anal. I was processing this, Ballard’s cock still in my mouth when I felt the tip of Nicolas’s cock pressing gently against my asshole.

“It’s best if you spread a little,” Nicolas said casually. I closed my eyes a moment. Ballard was still rock hard between my lips, and I looked up to see him staring down at me. I closed my eyes, and reached my hands back. Taking one ass cheek with each of my hands, I pulled them apart, spreading myself for Nicolas’ cock.

“Look at me, Nicole,” Ballard commanded. I looked up. I had nothing left. Ballard locked eyes with me. I hated him. Still, it was he who saw my eyes widen when I felt Nicolas’s cock press into my ass for the first time. He saw the mixture of pain, surprise, and wonder. The pain lingered, but Nicolas wasn’t new to this. He held himself still, just the head of his cock inside my asshole. I felt a splash as he poured more lubricant into my ass and over his shaft.

I was still looking into Ballard’s eyes when Nicolas began to slowly press forward, sinking his cock into my ass one inch at a time. My eye stayed wide as I felt him filling me up. Nicolas’ cock felt enormous. The sensation continued for what felt like an eternity. Then eventually, mercifully, I felt the press of Nicolas’ hips against my ass. He was buried inside of me to the hilt.

Ballard grinned down at me, and I hated him even more. But I had a job to do. Nicolas seemed content to just sit there, his entire cock inside my ass so I took the moment to get to work. I began to work my lips up and down the shaft of Ballard’s cock again, my tongue sliding around, looking for a response. I tried different angles, different speeds.

“I paid a hooker to blow me twice this morning, Nicole. A lot of planning went into tonight,” Ballard said without a hint of apology. I wanted to bite, to clench my teeth together and make him suffer. At that moment Nicolas began to move, ever so slightly. It wasn’t enough to cause pain – he was probably only sliding his cock a fraction of an inch back and forth. I felt so unbelievably *full*.

I realized if I didn’t get Ballard to orgasm, this new stranger was going to come inside my ass. Eventually I found a spot that made Ballard shift slightly. I worked it again with my tongue, and felt a definite response. Victory.

I began to swirl my tongue in small, tight circles in the area that was getting a rise out of Ballard. All the while I could feel Nicolas moving inside my ass, sliding his cock back and forth in slightly longer strokes. It wasn’t so bad, really – at least physically. I had thought it would hurt more. The fact that I was getting fucked in the ass by a stranger, another stranger’s cum still leaking out of my pussy *was* bad.

Ballard was responding with more now. His hips moved, his breathing quickening. I was getting to him. I could feel a strange pressure building up, and I hoped I wasn’t going to have an embarrassing accident. I’d heard those could happen with anal. I shuffled it away, trying to focus on Ballard. It kept intruding though, and I realized in part I felt a deep ache in my pussy. My pussy felt empty. I felt a hunger to have something there, filling that gap instead of my ass.

It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Involuntarily I pushed my hips back towards Nicolas, as though somehow his cock would slide into my cunt instead. Nicolas just gave a light laugh. “The bitch is wanting it now, Tommy” he said. I grunted, and pushed my hips back again. The itch was more than an itch now. The ache more than an ache. It was starting to feel like I *needed* something in my pussy.

Nicolas was straight fucking my ass now, the entire length of him sliding back and forth with long, smooth strokes. My tits swayed back and forth with his thrusts, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing back against him when he buried himself inside of me. Every now and then his balls would slap against my pussy, and small jolt of pleasure would shoot through me.

Pleasure.

That’s what was building slowly, inexorably. The need to have something in my pussy, something touching my clit was becoming unstoppable. Ballard was close to coming now, his breathing coming in gasps but I didn’t even notice. All I could feel was Nicolas’ moving inside my ass, the deep ache in my pussy.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I reached back with my left hand, and my fingers found my clit. I grunted, like an animal, and thrust myself back against Nicolas, matching his rhythm.

When it hit me, I lost all sense of space and time. The orgasm crashed into my body so hard it was almost an out of body experience. I heard a roaring in my ears, the first wave of pleasure hitting me like a tidal wave. I moaned, long and low. My ass clenched on Nicolas’s cock, hard. The first splash of Ballard’s cum spilled across my tongue right as Nicolas gave a cry. Nicolas buried himself all the way inside me, and his cock felt like a bar of iron before he exploded inside of me.

The waves of orgasm washing over my body made my ass milk Nicolas’ cock for every drop, clenching and unclenching in time with his own spasms of pleasure. I could feel him convulsing inside of me, just as I felt Ballard’s cock twitching inside my mouth. I swallowed the cum greedily, not even aware of what I was doing anymore. Somehow, despite his morning activities Ballard kept spurting cum into my mouth. I could feel Nicolas still spasming inside my ass but my own orgasm was showing no signs of slowing.

Then a second one hit me, my eyes rolled back inside my head and I completely lost myself.

I don’t know how much longer it was when I felt Nicolas slide out of my ass. His cock was still hard. When it slipped free of me it felt like there was a gigantic hole inside of me where his dick used to be. I suppose there was. I let Ballard’s cock fall free from my mouth, swallowing the last of his cum that had pooled there while I rode through my second orgasm.

I felt at once used and satisfied. I hated Ballard, for what he’d done to me. For the way he’d tricked me all along. And for this one, final deceit. I could feel Nicolas’ cum in my ass, and Andy’s in my pussy. The lingering taste of Ballard’s cum was still in my mouth. I hated him for that. I hated him for the feeling of satisfaction that suffused my whole body. I hated him.

I lifted my gaze to look him squarely in the eyes.

“Thank you.”

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That’s the end folks. I hope you enjoyed it!

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