Working Woman |

Kim looked at the limp penis hanging in front of her. It was hairy and dark, smelling slightly of urine, but it was the last one of the evening. When she drained it, she would be free to finally take a bath and drain the rest of the Royal Crown she had behind her pillow.

She reached up with one hand and started massaging the balls. The penis began to twitch almost imperceivable as it started to slowly harden. When it had grown a couple inches in length, she put it in her mouth and started moving her head back and forth rhythmically, keeping her eyes fixed on the messy brown public hair.

She didn’t look up at the owner of the penis. She never did. To her, a penis was just something that required a certain number of steps before it ejaculated, and she collected her money. She always had to put it in her mouth. Sometimes, they would bend her over and stick it in her butt, or lay her on her back and stick it in her vagina, but almost always—at some point—their penises would find their way in her mouth, rolling around on her tongue.

It was hard to say how many penises had been in her mouth. As she methodically worked the penis in and out of her mouth, she wondered how many she had ever sucked. Hundreds? No, more than that. A lot more.

Kim finally decided that she had sucked at least ten thousand penises, maybe as many as fifteen thousand. It made her somewhat proud to have made so many dicks hard. No matter how old she became, the penises still got hard for her, which gave her satisfaction in a strange sort of way.

The penis had hardened, but she tasted no precum; he wasn’t close. She stopped playing with his balls and started using her hand to jack the penis off, using her mouth to only lick the tip. She would continue like this for a while, and if he didn’t cum within a couple of minutes, she would reach around and put her finger in the butthole. If nothing else worked, that always did it.

As it was, though, fingering the butthole wasn’t necessary, as she felt the penis begin to quiver and then explode in her mouth, filling everything with an insipid salty taste. She worked out the last drops expertly and discreetly spit it all into a wet towel she had handy. The penis pulled up his pants and turned for the door without a word. His money was already on the dresser, so she didn’t watch as he let himself out.

Instead, she went over to the dresser, took the two twenties, and pulled a wad of money out of a purple RC bag in the drawer. As she counted the money, she smiled. $520! That was, what? Thirteen penises.

Thirteen… an unlucky number. But at her age, any number of customers was a good number. Plus, it had come pretty easy today. Mostly quiet penises that just wanted to get sucked. A few missionaries and two quickies in the butt, but only one had insisted on cumming over her face.

A lot of people felt sorry for her. Some of the penises said she was a “cum whore,” “cum dumpster,” “jizz rag,” and other derogatory terms. She had to admit that there was some truth to the names… She was indeed a cum whore; her job was to extract sperm from penises by any means necessary. It was a job she did well and had been doing for more than twenty years.

She didn’t really care about the penises themselves anymore; they were just meat machines of different shapes, colors, and smells. Some were shaved, while others were big messes of hair. Boring. But draining them still gave her purpose—and money to pay the motel rent.

She put the money back in the drawer and took off her bra and underwear, which the last penis hadn’t bothered to remove. Time for her bath. She started toward the bathroom door when a noise behind her caused her to jerk around in surprise.

A man was standing in her room, looking somewhat apologized. Behind him, the door stood ajar; the last penis hadn’t shut it completely.

“Sorry, ma’am, I was looking for Kim,” he muttered. “I mean, we are looking for her,” gesturing toward the door. In the space between the door and wall, a number of men appeared, looking into the room as she stood completely naked.

“Um….” She looked at them in surprise.

“We were wondering if we could film a quick gangbang with you. They said you are the best whore in this neighborhood,” he said. “We would pay you $1000.”

“I…. Uh. I was kind of closed, but…” she stammered. “A thousand bucks? What do I have to do?”

“We are doing a porn documentary of the best prostitutes in each area, called ‘Hooker Holes’. You were mentioned as a good candidate for the ‘Old ’ edition we’re working on.”

As he spoke, the men began filing into the room. It was a wide assortment of men, young and old, of various races and sizes. They seemed to be mostly clean.

“What do I have to do?” she repeated. The last of the men came in and shut the door. She counted seventeen, plus the leader. All of them had obvious bulges in their pants, like they already knew her holes were available. They were all looking at her nude body like hungry predators, their eyes running over her large breasts and her shaved vagina. The heat of their animalistic stare—their desire—turned her on, a sensation that she almost never felt anymore.

“Well, just pose for the camera. Do some sucking on your knees, and then bend over while we run a train on you. In the end, we will just take turns cumming on your face. Easy.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Well, that’s fifty bucks, a guy. I guess that is ok.”

She signed the form he shoved in her face without reading it.

The men started sitting down around the room, watching her. One pulled out some lights and set them up. Before any penises had been pulled out, she watched two guys with cameras videotaping her room and making commentary.

“This is the motel room of our latest streetwalker, an old whore named Kim,” one droned. “This is where she fucks her clientele, in this very room. It is hard to say how many cocks she has worked in her, but the place already smells like dried cumin. This is the perfect place for our next installment of…”

In unison, all the men said, “HOOKER HOLES!”

The leader brought a camera out of his bag and said, “Ok, start by lying on your back and spreading your pussycat.” We like to put these pictures as the thumbs up on the site, so the subscribers can easily find their favorite whores.”

Dutifully, she sat down and laid back. The eyes of all the men were on her as she looked around the room. In front of her, one of the camera lenses stared directly back at her.

Not looking away from it, she slowly opened her legs, revealing her camel toe with a bit of meat peeking out of the crack. Although she had been penetrated by many penises, her vagina still looked tight—until she pulled it open. She took the delicate ribbons of bacon in her fingers and drew them apart, revealing the pinkness inside.

“Wider,” the man said. “Stretch it open as wide as you can.”

She pulled the lips open, stretching them as far apart as she could. Inside, the pink suddenly opened up, revealing the dark, wide chasm of her vaginal canal, loosened by thousands of penises. Her gash was so wide that all the men gasped in surprise—it was the biggest vagina that any of them had ever seen.

“Oh wow,” the leader said, in awe. “Ok, flip over on your knees. Chin touching the floor, then reach back and spread your buttocks open. Show the camera everything.” She did as she was told.

As she kneeled there, bent over in front of the men, she felt strangely exposed. A man was filming her in this position… so thousands—maybe millions—would see her. The thought made her pussycat wet as she looked around at the floor in front of her face. Her eye caught sight of a small drop of dried sperm on the linoleum tile from one of the men earlier today, and she reminded herself to clean the motel room tomorrow.

“Ok, that’s nice. Go ahead and wink your holes at us—pull your cheeks open and closed a few times,” the leader said. “Nice…. Those are some great holes, Kim. Your cunt opens nicely, and that asshole of yours is incredible. Pink, like your pussy,” he continued, admiringly.

As she bent over, holding her crack open for the camera, she felt like a target. In a few minutes, more than two days’s worth of penises would be inserted into her body, using her in every possible manner. The most she had ever done at one time was three penises—three brothers who had paid generously—so this true gangbang would be a new experience.

The thought was exciting, no matter how jaded she had become.

Eventually, after staring at her crotch for what seemed like a long time, the leader had her sit up—still on her knees—and pose while the men gathered around her and pushed their erections against her face and head. There was some more time spent posing with different penises in her mouth and hands.

Finally, it was time for the main show. They made her lay on her back with her legs open again as the men lined up. One after the other, they approached her, and each began pumping her for a minute or two before letting the next guy stick it in.

Kim was surprised by the routine feeling that she was experiencing. After all, this was just the same as a normal working day, except more abbreviated. She yawned slightly, as it was getting late.

After a while, the men were ready for the finale. They made her get back on her knees and bend over, holding her ass cheeks open as all eighteen men took turns pounding her anal. Right about the time it started feeling raw and painful, they rolled her back over on her back.

Each man then unceremoniously knelt next to her head and jacked off until their sperm erupted over her face. By the end, she couldn’t see as the mound of white goo covered everything a quarter inch deep.

No one handed her a towel, so she wiped the mass off with the side of her hand, like a windshield wiper. When she could see again, she saw the men filing out of the room while the leader appeared to be writing something on a piece of paper.

As she stood up, beads of cum dripped off her face and down her body, occasionally pattering on her feet. The leader approached her and handed her an oldfashioned check, handwritten for the amount of $1050.

“The fifty dollars is a tip, because you didn’t start any drama or cause any issues. That was about as efficient of a direction that I have ever had.”

She smiled slightly and asked, “But you all came out here like it was a done deal. What if I had said no?”

He chuckled. “None of the hotel workers has said no yet. I mean, it’s what they do, right? We knew you would be the same, but if by some chance you had said no, we would have asked that old lady over at Unit 23, who watched us from her window, topless. I think she would have been game.”

He paused for a moment, considering, and then continued, “In fact, we might have to come back out here. Maybe get both of you old girls together for a followup? Anyway, until then, take care!”

He followed the last of the men out of the room and quietly shut the door. Kim looked around and saw the room wasn’t as messy as she would have thought, except for all the slick sperm around where she had been lying on the floor.

She then looked at the check, not sure how she would cash it. The name of the check was “Whorehouse Productions,” with a PO box for the address. She hoped it would actually cash; she would check with a bank tomorrow.

In the meantime, it was time for that bath. And the rest of the Royal Crown.