Getting Ahead

Taking the risk, I inquired, "Ok, what shall I do for this ... favour?", which led them to laugh and chuckle to each other. After a moment, the heckler, still rubbing my leg, slaps my ass before whispering, "Look under the table". I shot him a smirk, not able to believe it would be so easy.

I bent low, moving underneath the table, but to no surprise, I did not see a shred of my uniform. "I'm looking, but don't see ... " I trailed off as he interrupted, "Really think it would be so easy? If you really want us to help out, pull open the zipper to my pants." I paused, realizing now what they were asking. Part of me felt exacerbated, but another part of me was amused at how brazen they were being. I found myself smirking as I moved slowly under the table. I reached out a hand, pulled open the zipper, and out popped his cock. I found myself smiling, and briefly looked up his way, "I like to think you can figure it out from here," he chided.

Realizing I could either play along or cause a commotion, so decided it best to play along, at least for now. I reached over, rubbing his hard cock before licking its underside, working from the base to the head, smiling up at him as I worked. An aroused smile showed from his face then. I played with the tip briefly before rubbing my tongue and lips along its length several more times. I felt him grab me at the base of my skull, then, pushing me toward him, and as I keep my gaze upward, finding myself having his cock plunged into my open mouth. The first thrust brought it deep into my mouth, and quickly I started working it with my lips and tongue. A moment later, he pressed my head forward again, using both his hands against my skull. I feel his rock-hard member plunging deep down my throat, and soon I find myself being used to pleasing him. *guaak guakk gawk* founds come from my throat as I'm pushed forward, stretching my throat out as he brought me further forward.

I quickly found my throat being thrusted into, as he started a slow, rhythmic pounding, using me casually for his own desires. I not only allowed it but actively used my tongue and lips to further pleasure him. My breath raspy to my ears, I submitted to his desires, focusing solely on his pleasure; I did not care I was being used. I moaned softly as he thrust his cock deep down my throat, holding my head in place. I felt myself orgasm as he used me, and I had to blink several times in quick succession, and I find my eyes tearing up.

Just then, he increased in speed, holding my head in place with one hand, even as he grasped at my body with the other. He pulled out abruptly, and moments later, his load exploded upon my face and into my hair, narrowly missing my eyes. It's not longer than more exploded out, though I managed this time to catch most of it in my mouth. He made sure he got in all before releasing my head. I bearly got the chance to take a deep, raspy breath before I heard one of his friends declare, "I'm next." I gasped and found myself rooting over, and as they cheered and laughed, found myself repeating the process for him.

Fortunately, it did not take too long to please many of them, as they were already quite aroused. Once I finally got them all, I got back up, hoping not to look too bad. I felt the heckler grab me by the leg, holding tightly to me and holding me close to him. Several of them declare, seemingly at once, demand for desert. Even as they demanded to order more, I could plainly feel their load drying upon the skin, including my face, and in my hair. I found myself wondering how apparent it was, and if I would be able to wash it off or if I will have to work covered in their ... excitement.