Suzy Gets the Hang of it

Half an hour later, Suzy was kneeling in the living room of her next "customer," a married man in his 40's judging by the family photos. She was silently thankful he didn't ask her to dress up or do anything weird. He wasn't bad looking and still had all of his hair, but he was slowly sliding into "dad bod" territory. When she had arrived, he handed her the $100 bill and barely had the door closed when he began unzipping his pants.

Suzy steeled her mind, knelt down, and opened her mouth. His cock was bigger than average, but not bigger than she'd grown accustomed to, a fact that caused her to blush badly. She'd sucked so many cocks recently that she'd accepted it as a fucked-up "new normal."

As she leaned forward to take his shaft in, she remembered something about trauma survivors from her Psych class. The people with the worst traumatic stress were the ones who felt the most victimized. She realized she'd turned some sort of corner as she idly noted this guy washed his cock and it didn't taste too bad. "Christ. I'm judging them on flavor now..." she thought as his shaft slid down her throat... . . . ..

"You are good little cocksucking slut, aren't you?..." he said as Suzy relaxed her throat to accomodate him. She hadn't thought about it, but she had to admit that her time sucking off the football team and taking care of the pervert in her home town had prepared her body long before her mind was ready to accept that he was telling the truth.

"You know, I AM pretty good at this..." she thought. She looked back on the after game sessions she'd had as a senior. She'd sucked off what, five guys in one night at the afterparties? She remembered settling into a routine. She'd suck off the defensive line after her a Julie would take care of the quarterbacks and running backs. Julie usually let them go farther, so she got fucked more, but Suzy certainly sucked more cock...

"Yes..." she heard herself say, watching as her body took over. She was stroking his shaft as she writhed in his vision. "I am." She finished before taking his cock back into her throat. She wasn't gagging or crying or feeling revulsion at what she was doing. She was going to get the hell out of this town, away from her mother, and away from all of this. That's why she didn't panic when he held her head in place and began fucking her face.

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He wasn't trying to make her gag or anything, and Suzy was able to comfortably breathe through her nose. He was picking up speed and thrusting deeper, but she was calm. He was getting close. Suzy glanced at the time on the wall clock. She'd only been here for 15 minutes. Suzy dropped her hands and focused on accepting his shaft.

"Oh, fuck! Ugh!" he grunted as his member disappeared down her throat again and again. Suzy closed her eyes and relaxed. He was pistoning his cock into her mouth deeply as he huffed and puffed. Suzy maintained her composure as she felt the first eruption, deep in throat. He paused, savouring the feeling of her warm, accepting mouth as he came. He began thrusting back into her, holding her unresisting head in place as his cum filled her throat and mouth. Suzy took a fresh breath through her nose, swallowed, and waited for him to finish.

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Suzy swallowed as much as she could, and was depressingly surprised to find she's swallowed almost all of it. She gazed up at him as she cleaned his shaft with her tongue, swallowing what little jizm she could from him. When he finally stepped back and began to stuff his deflating cock back into his trousers, she wiped the cum from her lips and chin, licked her finger clean, and stood up.

"Not too bad... not too bad at all. How much to fuck you next time?" he asked. Suzy took a breath. She had to think of this like a job. She had to think like Emma.

"Three hundred. Four for... for anal." she said. She was holding it together, but to hear her say how much her ass cost out loud was shocking to her. She was really doing this. She was a whore. Thankfully, he was too spent to offer much in the way of conversation, but rather just nodded.

"Sounds about right. Alright, I'll be in touch." he said, opening the door for her. Suzy gave him a polite smile as she walked back to the curb to Emma's waiting SUV. She slid in the passenger door, and sighed.

"How was it?" Emma asked, her eyes narrow to examine her project. Suzy glanced back at the door in silence.

"It was fine. Nothing crazy." she said. Emma could tell there was more going on in her mind than Suzy was letting on, but accepted the answer.

"Ready for the next one?" Emma asked. Suzy paused, and then nodded. "If you need a break or want me to..." Emma said before Suzy cut her off.

"Em, its okay, seriously. We are going to get out of here. I'm...I'm fine. The next one is just another blowjob, anyway." Suzy said, glancing at her next "customer." He was in his late 30's, also married, and didn't give off any red flags. Emma **** herself not to smile. Her little cousin had been groomed nicely to become a cocksucking little whore, just as she had been.

"Okay. On to the next one." Emma said, sliding the shifter into "drive" and pulling back out onto the road.

"What does D/S mean?" Suzy asked, scrolling through her "likes".

"Dominance and Submission. They want to lay there and whimper at the "power" over you." Emma offered nonchalantly.

"So a D/S blowjob is where I just kind of let them...let them fuck my face?" Suzy asked, her brow furrowed. She'd hoped her next customer would be the same sort of meat and potatoes encounter she'd just had, but that didn't look like it was the case.

"Sort of. Its gonna be rough. You'll probably want to get with one that wants to fuck you after that so you can give your throat a rest." Suzy blushed badly. Try as she might to show a facade of strength, she was clearly not absolutely sold on the idea of letting random men fuck her. "You could fuck a couple guys beforehand. Get you used to it." Emma offered, pulling up next to a decent-looking house in a decent enough neighborhood.

Suzy glanced over at her. She felt pity for her "cousin." "How do you do it? I mean I've... I've sucked enough cocks to do...this.... but how do you just let strangers fuck you?" Suzy asked, semi-rhetorically. Emma bit her lip, and thought about it.

"Its not that different. Think of it this way: Men... well men aren't THAT bad. They want to get their rocks off, and its better that they call you than sitting alone in a dark room jacking off, right?" Emma said, turning off the SUV engine. "Besides, its better to accept that some men are going to fuck you regardless of the agreements." Suzy almost froze in place.

"You mean... some of the clients will only pay for the blowjob, but..." Suzy said, her voice trailing off. Emma shrugged, and nodded.

"Yeah. Some of them will **** you if you don't perform as expected." Suzy glanced at the door of the house she was at, and was suddenly terrified of that outcome. "Its best to just cut your losses, let them have their fun, and move on."

"Move on from being fucking ****!?" Suzy asked, incredulously. Emma scoffed.

"Oh, get over it. I've been "****" dozens of times. This is sex work. Not like we can go to the cops. So yes, some customers will take more than they paid for and when they do you either don't deal with them anymore or charge extra. Its a hazard of the job. Now, are you going there or not?" Emma asked, impatiently. She had her own customer to service, and this little chat was eating into her time.

Suzy glanced back at the door, and then back at her cousin. "Yeah, yeah I'm going." Suzy said as she opened the door and started to walk to the house. She rang the doorbell, her heart pounding as the thought about what this man might do to her. "I... I don't want to get ****..." she thought as the door opened. The man standing there was fairly normal looking. She saw all of the kids toys behind him, and hoped against hope that it'd be like the last one.

"Suzette?" he asked. Suzy glanced back to the SUV, grimaced, and closed the door.