Blowing the manager

Emily’s body, almost of its own accord, slid off the little bench and began to crawl toward the man in the doorway. Her tits nearly brushed the carpeted floor and she found herself arching her back a little so they’d hang lower. The feeling of the rough fabric on her nipples was heavenly. The sensation alone made her moan slightly as she moved. The manager’s eyes went even wider as he saw her bubble butt swaying as she crawled. He swallowed hard, not sure what to make of this scenario that seemed to him straight out of a porno.

Emily kneeled before the man, letting her tits brush against his pant legs as she changed position. She was now eye level with his crotch and she rubbed her face against the bulge she could already see. She reached up and began to undo his belt buckle. He didn’t resist in the slightest, even though some part of her noticed the wedding ring on his right hand. She deftly undid his fly and reached into his pants to free his cock. She rubbed it through his underwear, and he gave a sigh in spite of himself.

Emily freed his cock and gleefully wrapped her hand around the shaft. He was already on his way to hard, but she still had to do some work. She rubbed the head along her lips, savoring the taste of cock. It was clear the manager hadn’t showered that day and she could taste the sweat and other bodily odors clinging to his crotch. But that didn’t seem to bother her. The more and more latent personality in her, her old personality, was disgusted at the idea of giving a blowjob period, but new Emily was excited at the prospect of cock, any cock. She felt an overwhelming need to take care of this man, to please him and make him feel good, especially after she’d been such a bad girl in the dressing room.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and began to swirl her tongue around it. Old Emily wasn’t particularly practiced in giving head, but new Emily was enthusiastic and, it seemed, talented. The manager groaned and placed his right hand on the back of Emily’s head. She knew he’d be able to see his wedding ring like that and a swirl of excitement rose in her. She wanted to do all the things his wife wouldn't do to make up for ruining the clothes she’d picked out. She began bobbing her head, taking more of his length with each movement. He groaned again, even louder this time, and she felt the pressure of his hand on the back of her head.

The manager started to set the pace and Emily happily let him. He began to thrust, pushing more and more into her mouth. She was surprised to find that even as he started to hit the back of her throat she didn’t gag. She just took it. The manager was happy to use this to his advantage and began trying to push his full length into her throat. He wasn’t massive, but he wasn’t poorly endowed either. All the while, Emily looked up at him with her eyes locked on his face. She saw movement in her peripheral vision and glanced over to see the attendant starting to rub himself at the display. The whole space was filled with the gluck gluck of the manager using her throat like his personal toy.

Emily knew she was getting horny again. She reached one hand between her legs and began teasing her clit. She moaned, right as the manager inserted his full length into her throat, the vibrations running along his shaft. He let his head fall back enjoying the feeling. Emily was excited to see that she’d made him happier and hummed again.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.”

She wanted to smile and say ‘good!’ but her mouth was stuffed with cock. The manager began properly fucking her throat, using it as just another hole. All the while, Emily rubbed her clit, thrilled to submit like this. In that moment, she felt like a total **** to the cock in front of her. She felt totally relaxed, like she was really living her true purpose. The man groaned and thrust as deep as he could into her throat. She felt the head of his cock twitch and knew he was cumming. He held her fast, her nose buried in his pubes, while he painted her throat with his jizz. The edges of her vision were starting to go a little hazy by the time he pulled her off his cock. Emily stayed kneeling, letting the strands of spittle drip from her mouth onto her chest, waiting for whatever came next.