And getting used to the reward

Honestly this first day wasn’t great. Wave after wave of cocks coming into the room adjacent to me, usually nothing even said. Just the expectations of release from whom ever the current shaft belonged to. Every now and again, there would be some mumbling of excitement or passion from the suckee. Otherwise nothing but the sound of my own slurping and sucking until the inevitable moans accompanying my newest accomplishment.

After several hours, the light went out in the next room, the door would open behind me, and a arm would extend inside to offer a sandwich and a towel. I’d hardly be finished eating before the light turned on again and the door unlocked to allow the next random to claim his service from me.

During the silence of my meal I could hear similar groans coming from the rooms on either side of me, satisfied patrons releasing their goo into the waiting mouths of my fellow subjects. Meal breaks happened three times a day, then 8 hours for sleeping. In the morning we would wake up and have to start over again with the line that formed after hours. Many of whom in a hurry to get to work, and therefore not incredibly patient waiting for their turn to cum into some random hole in the wall.

One such instance, and middle age sounding man exclaimed “cmon you fuckin whore. Suck that prick right already, I’m late for fuckin work. Cmon you bitch!” And so on it went until he finally came.

I lost track of the days, soon my task was nearing completion but I no longer cared. The taste of cum became better as each day passed, as each hour passed, as each ejacutlate passed. By my last night, I laid awake craving the musky smell of a strangers cock. I crave the taste of an unwashed man after his day of work. I couldn’t wait to get the first load of cum into my mouth, to run it’s salty contents under my tounge, and savor my reward for a job well done before its trip into my belly.

And suddenly the door opened fully, even the dim light of the hallway seemed blinding. The shadow of the same petite redhead who has cast me away was now here to retrieve me.

“I hear you’re the most requested little cocksucker here. Room number 18, this room. I have to admit, I had my doubts. Anyway, it’s been a week. So I’m here to take you home now.”

I was excited to have the freedom to leave my residence of the past week, but I knew this would not be the last gloryhole I would be found at. But at last, it was time to get back on task. I would find a daddy who’s cock I could suck with the same pleasure I had to so many strangers over half a fortnight. The next man who I got my lips around wouldn’t be able to deny me so easily as the last.