Lexi does her Job

I finished with only a few minutes to spare. Several more men had joined mid journey so it added to the load. The last man was unloading is cum onto my face just as the announcement for my stop came over the PA system. He wasn’t the only one who decided to cum on me rather than in me and as a result I looked like I just finished up a bukkake shoot. The guys at the office have a monthly bet on if I’m able to make it in just once without getting drenched in cum and the odds are always at least fifty to one in favor of me always receiving my many daily facials on the morning commute.

“I hope my mouth was satisfactory sir.” My jaw was sore from the blowbang and I took a moment to massage my jaw. “Please don't forget to record your use and maybe leave a review. I try to read all of them to collect as much feedback as possible.” I meant it too. I always make time to catch up on reading my reviews. It’s the only way to know if I'm doing a proper job and improve myself.

He scanned my badge, but didn't reply, so I re-affixed my badge to my nipple and took a seat next to the office lady for the last few minutes before my stop. “Oh, did some of the guys miss their mark?” I asked, indicating the fresh cum on her blouse.

“Oh, no, not at all,” She replied. “The man I was jerking off when you got on just decided he wanted to finish in between my tits.” She undid the top two buttons and revealed the cum that was soaking up from the load dumped between her breasts.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. You could have referred him to me,” I said. “It’s what I'm here for.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” she waved off my concern. “A little cum never hurt anyone and any self respecting woman should do her part and jerk off a cock every once in a while.”

I respected her support in ensuring the men got their nuts off. “Thank you very much for the support, but what about your clothes? Won't your work say something?”

“The opposite actually,” she chuckles. “My boss is a man of the opinion that more women should offer their support more often, service woman or not. It’s technically against the dress code, but he's more likely to make me employee of the month than write me up for showing up with some cum stains.” She buttoned her blouse back up. “Plus I can just take it off and wash my boobs in the restroom if HR notices.”

“Your boss seems like a reasonable man.” Naturally, the conversation ended as we arrived at my stop. We said our goodbyes and I made my way out of the subway and up to the surface streets. It was only a few more blocks to the office from here.

Being so near a SWH office naturally means there are noticeably more service women about. There were no gang bangs like back at the subway station, but the sound of flesh pounding flesh can be heard the entire way between the subway and my destination. I make it without being used any further and walk up to the office. Other than the SWH branding on the front, it’s not any different than the other office buildings in the area.

The lobby was relatively empty. There were a few people no doubt awaiting some sort of appointment. Several men. One of which was having a casual conversation with a naked woman. She didn’t have a badge, so she’s probably planning to join up. I make my way to the front desk and greet the fully clothed receptionist. “Good morning Lacy.”

She looks up from her computer and chuckles as she notices the cum coating my face and chest. “Frank’s gonna be pissed Lexi. Every week he bets you’ll have at least one clean commute.”

“And he’s gonna take it out on my pussy like he does every day.” I pat my pubic area. “He acts like it’s my fault he loses a bet that a cum dump doesn’t show up covered in cum.”

“I think he expects you to take it in one of your holes,” she reasons.

“Not with my commute,” I retorted. “Every day at this time there are too many men for a nice clean blowjob or fuck. It’s a blowbang the whole way here.”

“I know what you mean,” Lacy agrees. “It’s the same on my way home, but I'm not the one on my knees.”

“Well, I better get to work.” I ended the conversation. “Those monster dongs aren’t going to milk themselves.”

“Yeah, the new girl, Emma, could really use the help,” she states. “Her first day was yesterday evening, but Amy couldn't make it today. She was apparently the private cumdump for her fiance's bachelor party. Emma had to pull a double shift and has been getting that poor butthole wrecked since five o’clock yesterday.”

“Oh damn. Sucks to be her,” I lightly sympathize. “I remember my first day. No amount of stretching prepares you for those things.” I reminisce as I start to walk toward the door labeled ‘Monster Cock Relief Toilet.’ “I’ll go bail her out.”