Every day

The monitor in front of me showed the new, cruel routine that had crept in over the last few weeks. Jeremy had told me everything—laughing as if it were the best joke in the world. “Your horny MILF mom had to expand the deal with the two fat security guards. The three warehouse workers who’ve already fucked her are in on it now, too. Five cocks. One blowjob every workday. Sometimes two before and after holidays. But her identity stays secret. Only those five guys know exactly who she is.”

And that’s how it went now. Every day. Monday – Security Office

The older, fat security guard sat with his legs spread wide on the desk chair. My mother knelt between his hairy, dark thighs. Her elegant pencil skirt was hiked up, her blouse open. She sucked his thick, black cock deep and slow, saliva running down her chin. He held her head with both hands and fucked her face while grunting with pleasure. “Good girl… just like that, you white office slut.” She gagged softly, swallowed everything he gave her, and then wiped her mouth without saying a word.

Tuesday – warehouse, between the shelves. One of the three warehouse workers was leaning with his back against a metal shelf. My mother was kneeling on the cold concrete floor, her knees spread apart. The guy had pulled out his sweaty, work-stinking cock and shoved it deep down her throat. Her plump tits bounced with every thrust as he used her face like a hole. “You’re seriously the hottest company whore we’ve ever had,” he laughed. She sucked obediently until he came all over her mouth and she swallowed it all.

Wednesday – Stairwell, third floor

In the narrow stairwell, where someone could come up or down at any moment. My mother was kneeling on the top step, her skirt hiked up, her ass facing the railing. The second warehouse worker stood over her, fucking her mouth hard and fast. Her hands rested on his hairy thighs as she gagged and swallowed. Anyone who had taken the stairs would have seen her like that—the elegant Mrs. Tachibana with a cock in her throat. Good thing everyone takes the elevator. He came with a deep groan and shot his load right down her throat.

Thursday – Copy Room

Between the copier and the shelf. The younger security guard had pressed her against the copier. My mother knelt before him. He held her head tight and fucked her mouth deep and rhythmically, while the copier hummed quietly beside her. Her tits were exposed, her nipples hard . “Swallow it, you little office slut,” he whispered. She did. Good girl. Obedient. With her mouth full.

Friday – Basement, boiler room

That was the worst day. The third warehouse worker—a disgusting, unkempt guy with greasy hair and a beer belly—dragged her down to the stuffy, sweltering boiler room in the basement every Friday. It was cramped, loud, and reeked of oil and sweat. He was the only one who didn’t give a damn about the agreement.

Every Friday, he didn’t just **** her down on her knees. My mother knelt on the dirty concrete floor. The man pulled down his pants. His cock was already half-hard, but the stench was beastly. A disgusting, rancid, urine- and cheese-like smell hit her—as if he hadn’t washed all week and as if she were the only one allowed to “lick him clean” once a week.

Small whitish-yellow chunks of smegma stuck under the foreskin. Sweat and dried dirt had settled into the folds of skin. The smell was so intense that she had to gag briefly, even before she touched him at all.

“Come on, you fancy office slut,” he grunted, grabbing her head with both hands. “Clean it up nice and clean. You know what I like.”

She obediently opened her mouth. Her full lips wrapped around the stinking, filthy cock. The disgusting taste exploded on her tongue—salty, bitter, rancid, with a slight aftertaste of urine. She licked off the small chunks, sucking them out from under the foreskin, while the man slowly and deeply fucked her face. Her saliva mixed with the filth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her blouse.

She gagged softly, but she didn’t stop. She ran her tongue thoroughly under the foreskin, sucking off every single crumb until his cock glistened—now only from her saliva. The man moaned loudly and with relish, held her head tight, and rammed his stinking cock deep into her throat again and again.

When he came, he shot everything straight down her throat—thick, sticky, and bitter. She swallowed it all without spilling a drop. Afterward, she licked him clean once more until not a single trace remained.

The man patted her on the head with satisfaction. “See you next week, whore.”

My mother stood up, wiped her mouth, smoothed out her skirt, and walked back into the office as if nothing had happened. But the disgusting taste lingered in her mouth for the rest of the day.

Sometimes he’d grab her roughly, yank up her skirt, unbutton her blouse, and really fuck her. Unprotected. Hard. Right on the dirty boiler room floor or pressed against the warm pipe. Today was like that again.

He had already stripped her before she could even get down on her knees. Her elegant suit lay crumpled in the corner. Her plump white tits bounced freely, her nipples hard with fear and shame. He pressed her back against the warm pipe, spread her slender legs, and rammed his stinking, dirty cock deep into her cunt without warning.

My mother gasped, her hands braced against his hairy chest. The disgusting smell of his unwashed body hit her—rancid, urine-like, cheesy sweat. He fucked her raw, deep, and fast, his heavy, hairy balls slapping against her ass. Every time he thrust, a bit of the white smegma residue oozed from his foreskin and mixed with her wetness.

“You belong to me on Fridays, you fine slut,” he grunted in her ear. “I don’t give a shit about the deal.”

She came anyway. Twice. Her body betrayed her every time—her legs trembled, her pale pussy clenched around his dark, stinking cock while she whimpered softly. He shot deep inside her, pumping her full, pulling out only when thick white strands were running out of her pussy.

Afterward, he still **** her to lick his cock clean—the mixture of her own juices, his cum, and the remaining chunks of smegma. She did it. Obediently. With tears in her eyes behind the mask.

Oh God… he’s fucking me again… without protection… I can feel his filthy cum inside me… I’m a mother… I’m letting this disgusting guy use me like a cheap whore… and I’m still coming… I hate myself… I hate myself so much…

She never met up with Jeremy on Fridays. She didn’t want to kiss him on the mouth. Not after that disgusting taste that lingered in her mouth all day, no matter how often she brushed her teeth or used mouthwash. She always texted him the same excuse:

Ms. Tachibana: Sorry, honey… I have a terrible cold today and don’t want to give it to you. Tomorrow again? ❤

Jeremy always replied with understanding and affection. But I knew what he was really thinking.

Jeremy: Your mom gets fucked bareback by a stinky, fat warehouse worker on Fridays and swallows his dirty cum—and then she tells me she has a “cold” so she doesn’t have to kiss me. The horny slut is afraid I might smell or taste the other guy on her. Hot, isn’t it?

She came home in the evening, took a hot shower for half an hour, rinsed her mouth until her tongue burned—and then lay alone in bed, her legs drawn up, his cum still lingering slightly inside her.

A blowjob every day. Five different men. Five different places.