Logan the Otaku

Emma takes a refreshing break after servicing Professor Williams. She’s a little worried all her clients will be at the university simply because she’s geographically closest . On the other hand, she doesn’t want to travel across town just to suck dick when there’s plenty of it right here.

She marks herself available again on Suckr. Again her phone buzzes with Suckr’s distinctive client available notification. Her free mouth is needed in the guys’ dorms. She walks across the quad and enjoys the bright sunshine.

It’s a lot darker inside the hallways. She makes her way to the third floor, knocks on her client’s door, and comes inside. Past a month-old stack of pizza boxes she can see the neon-lit face of her client Logan. He’s gaming, surrounded by mostly naked PVC statuettes of anime maids, schoolgirls, bunnies, and catgirls. The statues are oozing with submissive sexuality.

Emma adjusts her voice and purrs softly. “Where do you want me, Logan?”

He turns his greasy face away from the screen. “Baka! Emma-kun, I wish you looked more like Magical Girl Sakura. Blow me while I play this eroge.”

Emma is taken aback, but a tip is a tip and a client is a client. She makes herself giggle. “Yes, uh, Logan-sama!”

She kneels on the sticky floor by the gaming chair and helps herself to Logan’s fat dick. It’s as greasy and unwashed as his face, but the flavour of salty salami dissolves quickly in her mouth. She runs her tongue around the circumcised rim of his cockhead and applies her skills to pleasuring him.

Logan is transfixed by the animated girl with the multicoloured eyes on his screen, but his cock reacts to her mouth well enough. There is no point maintaining eye contact, so Emma closes her eyes and hums as she bobs on the otaku’s dick. She cups his balls, and soon the dick begins to throb in his mouth.

He reaches to paw her head, and then he ejaculates his thick, gooey, otaku load in her mouth. “Yes, Sakura-kun, swallow all my milk!”

Emma swallows the goo down her throat. It feels like a reward for a job well done. She looks up at him, still kneeling. “Thank you, Logan-sama!”

His next question surprises her. “Did you cum too? Did your nipples squirt milk, Sakura-kun?”

Emma’s unsure about Logan’s understanding of anatomy, but there’s only one way to answer a paying client, and that’s to feed into their delusions. She crosses her eyes and sticks out her tongue, giving him the ahegao face that she thinks he wants. “Yes, Logan-sama! You made my nipples orgasm!”

Logan looks at her, really noticing her for the first time. He idly pushes at his anime boobs mouse pad. “You suck good cock, Emma-kun. I’ll have to call you again. Bye now.”

When Emma goes out into the dorm, the app asks her if she wants to keep Logan as a client. This is somehow a harder question than with Professor Williams, but a tip is a tip and her student debt needs a lot of tips.