Her First Clients

Luisa didn't have to wait long. She didn't know how word got out -- unlike the men's gloryhole, which was visible from the front door of the Women's Studies building, and which had a giant TV advertising the current occupant -- the lesbian gloryhole was just a small room inside the women's restroom. There wasn't even a sign outside. 'So much for Title IX equality,' she thought, considering the difference in effort and expense between the two setups.

She had just started thinking about how to address this obvious inequality when she heard the door open. Her heart started beating faster. This was the moment, her first client.

She heard footsteps and other motion as someone came into the room, then shut the door. She heard a zipper, then something soft dropped to the floor. 'Taking off a skirt,' thought Luisa.

Then she was aware of someone very close, brushing past her to sit in the chair in front of her. 'Showtime,' she thought.

She felt strangely neutral about what was going on. Not excited, but not repulsed either. 'Strange,' she thought.

She wondered briefly who the client could be, when she heard, "Like, thanks Professor? This means sooo much to us!" 'Of course it would be Justine,' she thought as hands gently grabbed her head and pulled her forward.

Luisa relaxed and let the hands guide her. She smelled Justine's perfume first, and then Justine's pussy as her face got closer. Justine didn't waste any time, and pulled Luisa's face directly into her crotch. Luisa stuck out her tongue and took her first lick of another woman.

Justine let out a little moan as Luisa's tongue slid along her clit. 'Justine tastes tangy', thought Luisa as she licked again. Then she moved her face a bit closer, so that her nose was nearly touching Justine's crotch, pressed her lips to Justine, and began licking, slowly and firmly. She noticed that Justine must trim her pussy, because although she did feel some hair, it didn't seem especially bushy. Justine rewarded her with more moans and her hands remained firmly clutched on the back of Luisa's head.

Luisa wasn't really sure what to do, but her ex-husband had told her once that he just spelled out the alphabet with the tip of his tongue, so Luisa tried that. She sang the alphabet song to herself in her head as she licked.

Justine, for her part, seemed **** to cum. She squirmed and moaned in the chair as Luisa made her way through the entire alphabet.

The third time she hit 'F', Justine grabbed Luisa's head even tighter and with a much louder moan, began to shake convulsively. Luisa kept licking, and after a quick moment, Justine slowed down, then stopped -- the only remaining evidence of her orgasm being her heavy breathing.

Justine gently pushed Luisa's head back and stood up. Luisa, still blindfolded, heard her get dressed, heard the door open, and then with a soft, but still chirpy "Thanks, Professor?" Justine had left.

Juices from Justine's pussy coated her face, but Luisa realized she didn't have any way to wipe them off, so she just left them there. Kneeling there, blindfolded, she was wondering how long she'd have to wait when she heard the door open again. 'About 15 seconds,' she thought. 'I wonder if there's a line.' Then she laughed to herself at the idea of a line going out the door of the women's restroom -- but for her.

The second woman didn't wait long, but sat down in the chair almost immediately. She guided Luisa's head between her legs, and Luisa could tell that the woman had simply hiked up her skirt to allow access. 'No panties', Luisa thought.

She dove in and began to lick. This woman had a much different taste than Justine, sweet where Justine had been tangy, and hairy where Justine had been trimmed. The hair in her crotch tickled Luisa's nose. She was also much quieter than Justine, and after ten minutes or so of licking had an orgasm so quiet that Luisa wasn't entirely sure it had happened until the woman pushed her off and left.

Luisa serviced three more women before her alarm went off. Two of them moaned loudly and one let out a shriek when she came, which made Luisa smile.

When the alarm rang, Luisa took off her blindfold and got dressed. Her jaw hurt. She locked the door to the booth, washed her face in a bathroom sink, and went back to her office.