Working the night shift [MFM] [glory hole] [teasing] [POV]

Maria leans out from behind her curtain and calls your name. “You’ve got a customer,” she says, “Booth four. Man and woman.”

It’s 2:12 in the morning and you’re sitting in the cramped, dimly lit green room. You’re not sure if it’s called that because they consider this space a lounge for performers, or because the walls are literally painted a deep forest green. But you find that the couch makes the place comfortable enough and, despite the cramped conditions, the owners keep it neat and tidy.

You rise up, tucking your phone away into your cubby. You lean against the wall near Maria’s kiosk and see her flipping through a Spanish-language magazine.

“A couple, huh?” you say to her, “That should be interesting.”

Maria doesn’t look up, but grins like she knows something you don’t. “I didn’t say they’re a couple. Not sure what they are, to be true. Didn’t ask, didn’t say.”

Maria’s been in this business a long time, longer than you’ve been alive. She’s seen everything there is to see. To catch her interest like this is unusual. You ask, “What’d Rocky say?” The bouncer.

Maria shakes her head. “Rocky’s Rocky. He didn’t say shit.”

You lean closer, whisper, “You got any more bobs for me?”

Maria winks. “You going limp on me already?” But she hands you a small teal pill, taking the twenty bucks you’d been pinching in your fingers. You swallow the drug, knowing it’ll keep you hard till dawn at least, among other things.

“Duty calls,” you say, heading down the hallway. It twists and turns, a labyrinthine path through the building, but you know the way. The business is run out of a tucked-away basement suite in a dusty old office tower. The neighboring suites are ostensibly occupied, but you’ve never seen anyone enter or exit. Nobody would stumble across this place by accident — and everyone involved appreciates that discretion.

You come to a nondescript door with an ancient peeling sticker above. It used to have the number four nailed to it, but all that’s left now is the outline in dust of where the number used to be. You close the door behind you and take off your oversized robe, hanging it on the hook. You sit on the bench, look down at your dick.

You’ve browsed the catalog and know that all the performers here are well hung, and you’re no exception. You know there are other guys bigger, thicker. Guys with piercings and tattoos and modifications.

All that, and yet you’re the most requested. They tell you your dick’s the hardest, the truest, the best. It’s a weird compliment, one you’re not sure how to receive. But as you rub the mineral oil onto your crotch and you see your member glistening, you recognize that you do have an impressive unit.

You give yourself one last once-over, making sure you’re ready to be on display, ready to give the customers what they paid for, and then you flip off the light. You stand and slide the curtain open, looking through the one-way mirror which gives you a view of the client’s room.

As Maria said, a man and woman are sitting there. He’s tall and trim, handsome and young, wearing a business suit. It’s tailored well, makes him look the image of success. He’s clean cut, no beard, but with a strong jawline. You wonder if he likes sucking dick.

You look at the woman sitting on his lap, and she looks younger. The guy is young, but she looks… Well, Rocky wouldn’t have let her in if she was underage, so it must just be the way she’s dressed, the way she’s made up.

She’s blonde, got her hair in pigtails, and is wearing a tight mockery of a schoolgirl uniform. You’re pretty sure real uniforms aren’t that low-cut, real blouses don’t let the bra show through, real skirts aren’t that short. She wears the outfit well. You wonder if she likes sucking dick.

You’re curious what the deal is between these two. They’ve got each other, why do they need you? They’re keeping their hands to themselves. Is that what you’re here for? Some sort of cuckold role play? You’ve had that before, and yet… this seems somehow different.

No matter, it’s time.

You approach the mirror. There’s a hole in the mirror at crotch height, the opening lined with padding. You take a measured breath and guide your dick and balls through. This is always a nervous moment. How will the clients react? Will they be impressed? Disappointed? Shocked? Are they going to follow the rules? Are they going to chicken out?

Both the man and woman watch.

The girl turns to the man. “Is that for me?” Her lips are painted bright pink, plush and soft.

“That’s that gift I promised,” he says, “Do you want to try it on, make sure it fits?”

Your cock stands proud and true, an obelisk interrupting the wall, a rude intrusion into their space neither can ignore. You’re not a person to them. You’re nothing more or less than your thick, hard cock — a sex object, a symbol of lust.

They are staring at your erection as they talk, transfixed.

“But it’s so big,” the girl says impishly, “Where do I even start?”

You keep your hips flexed, and the bobs do their trick. Your cock glistens, swollen stiff, skin taut, red blood surging through it. It demands subservience, requires worship.

“Suck on the balls,” the man says.

The girl smiles at him, rising from his lap, running her hand down his leg as she does so. She puts on a show, slowly kneeling on all fours in front of your cock, and you watch her head drop beneath your shaft.

Your balls are large, tense, clinging tightly. She moves her lips down, and you feel the warm caress of her tongue against your sac. Her lips move unseen, but the teasing pleasure grows more intense, and you realize she’s sucked your entire sac into her mouth. Your cock twitches as you pull in a sharp breath. The gentle tug on your balls sends shocks of pleasure through your body as her mouth massages you.

She pulls away. “Am I doing good, baby?”

The man is staring transfixed, erection tenting his pants as he watches his girl work your cock. “Yes…” he mutters breathily, as if he’s the one getting his balls sucked.

She smiles at him, wiggles her ass his direction, and resumes sucking on your balls, picking up right where she left off. You pant and heave as her tongue slides back and forth, caressing your sac.

She turns back over her shoulder, licking her lips for the man’s benefit, then again is sucking on your balls. Your were hard before, but now your dick’s growing even harder, even more swollen. It’s a real erection now, harder than the chemicals in the bobs could ever make it. She sucks more vigorously, and your cock twitches again. A bead of fluid builds at the tip and runs down your shaft.

She smiles as she watches this, then pulls off again. “Do you think I can make it cum just from the balls?” But she doesn’t wait for an answer, and again has her lips wrapped around your sac, the warm velvet of her tongue nuzzling you into ecstasy.

Most clients like to see you cum — especially your regulars — but there’s nothing requiring them to get you off. Some use you as a human dildo. Others just like to look while they please themselves. But whatever the fuck this is? It’s new, and it’s making your head spin. You know how to keep yourself hard. You know how to make yourself last. But how to stay calm during such intense teasing? This girl is really getting to you, really turning you on, and it’s taking all your willpower to stay professional. Not whimper. Not beg for it. Not smash down this wall and force your cock down this girl’s throat.

The man has slid closer to the girl, folded her skirt up, exposing her butt to him. He’s running his hands over her ass, squeezing and playing with her cheeks to either side of her black thong. She arches her back to give him a better view.

The girl releases your balls, runs her tongue slowly up the underside of your shaft. When she reaches the head, she licks off all the fluid and gives it a playful kiss. You go dizzy trying to stay silent.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the guy mutters.

Her hand is beneath your balls, pressing up against them just enough for you to feel it. You’re desperate. Her mouth, her hands, anything.

She giggles as your cock sways in her face, your swollen head inches from her eyes. She tilts her head to the side and gasps, her pig tails bouncing as the man’s fingers slide down her crotch. He’s got his cock out and is masturbating. What is the deal with these two?

But the girl’s lips again are around your balls, and your eyes roll back in your head as you groan in pleasure. Pre-cum is oozing from your cock, smearing against the girl’s nose and cheeks, mixing in with her makeup.

The ecstasy grips you. You lose track of time, you don’t know how long this continues.

Your eyes are closed when you hear the man say, “I’m close.”

The girl’s lips leave your balls. “Remember what we–”

“I know,” the man grunts, “Not on you.”

“Where should–”

“On your tits,” he says.

The girl grins. She licks your shaft clean and climbs up onto her knees, unbuttoning her blouse, pulling down her black bra. Her tits bounce free and you stare. They’re perky and round with pierced pink nipples, and she arches her back, proud of them, showing them off. Positioning them in front of your rock-hard erection.

The man is staring at her tits, just as transfixed as you, his hands back to himself as he masturbates furiously.

The girl smiles at him as she cups your balls in one hand. Your cock twitches. With her other hand, she extends one finger out, touches the underside of your cock. She lightly drags it up from the base of your shaft to the head, tickling your glans for just a second before moving her hand back down, starting over again, repeating.

The touch is so casual, so faint, so barely there. But it controls you, it’s all you can think about, you’re desperate for whatever she’ll give you.

By the third stroke of her fingertip you know you can’t hold back any longer. You want more. You need more. You’ll never get it, not from her.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, knocking on the wall.

She looks at your dick and grins. Your balls flex, your cock tenses even further. And then it happens. Like a geyser, spunk blasts from your cock, spraying wildly as your dick swings free. Spurt after spurt shoot out, covering the girl’s chest, dripping down her tits. You’re known for your volume, and you do not disappoint.

She swirls her fingers through it, an amused look on her face.

The man mutters, “So hot.” He’s watching this, and then he’s having an orgasm, too, catching his load in a tissue.

The girl is still massaging your balls, milking every last drop from your wilting cock, but watching the man. “Everything you dreamed?” she asks.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says.

“Well, what’s a sister for?”

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