Taking Measure of Kristi

You look at the ticket. You look at Kristi in her tight flight attendant uniform. “Is this a trap? How do I know I’m not walking into an IRS sting operation like that time they lured me to the brothel in the Florida Keys and didn’t even have any Peruvian nose candy on premises?”

Kristi is flustered. “Ian, it’s my job to tell you the truth. I promise you that through this door are only women who want to suck your dick and women who are pretending to not want to suck your dick but secretly crave for you to forcefully facefuck them.”

You’ve been lied to before. “What about the guys? You said it’s built for men, plural. Who else is in there?”

Kristi flattens her skirt. “Pretty much every man that ever lived is in there, but there are infinitely many girls for every guy so you’ll only see them if you go looking.”

“Every man? Is that asshole that poisoned my dogs in there?”

“Let me check. Yes, George is in there.”

Fuck. You can see spiders in your peripheral visions. You shake your head. The spiders are gone for now. Kristi is fucking hot in her little flight attendant number. You walk up to her and drop your dick on her face. “Suck it.”

Kristi speaks with your dick on your face. “Ian, I’m just the welcome desk girl. Wouldn’t you rather go inside and find your boss, or employee, or sister, or best female friend and fuck her tight little throat?”

Fuck it. You can’t take insolence from a slut that says she’s here to serve you. It’s panty inspection time. You grab her and forcefully bend her over that perfectly white counter. You pull up her tight flight attendant skirt and find a pair of chaste white panties. You grab them and wedgie them into her pussy. “What the fuck are these? What kind of underwear is that for a blowjob slut that’s also wearing a flight attendant stripper costume? I know you are a fucking IRS accountant and you are fucking lying to me! You can’t mind-game me, fed. I bet you thought I wouldn’t fuck your face once I realize this is a trap. Well, you’re wrong.”

You rip off the panties, revealing a round ass that’s made to be groped and a luscious peach of a pussy. Kristi is helpless as she’s pinned to her counter. You relish holding her down and spanking her ass. *SMACK* She squirms, but you aren’t inclined to go easy on the girl you’re convinced is a fed trying to arrest you, so you spank her thoroughly until her gropeable ass is glowing red, her pussy is dripping, and her face is a crying mess.

She quietens when you pull her up and make her kneel on the white tiles. Kristi’s purpose is to welcome men to the Blowjob Universe. More importantly, to welcome you to the Blowjob Universe. She seems extra eager after the spanking. You let her wrap her full lips around your cock and serve you like a receptionist should. She receives your cock in her hot, deep mouth pressing her tongue tight. She anchors herself and bobs quickly on your fat shaft, slurping her saliva and looking **** to get you off.

You have a lot of experience with blowjobs in the real world, but there’s something appealing about this new girl eager to please. Whether she’s a fed here to trap you or an angel here to welcome you, she’s exceeding your expectations. You can feel your cock harden, your tendons tighten. You grab the back of her head and take control, really giving her what you think this drooling fed slut deserves. Your cock pounds into her throat. *GACK GACK GACK GACK* She rests her hands on her lower back and takes it. Her eyes tear up again and then you are pumping your jizz down her gullet.

You relent and let her serve you. She sucks your dick clean of your jizz, worshipfully licking your shaft and balls until you gleam and all the sticky stuff is deep inside her where it belongs. “Thank you for fucking my worthless face, Mr. McTea. Please enjoy the Blowjob Universe.”

You open the glowing door. There’s only one way out of a trap that the feds won’t expect you to take, and that’s through it. Besides, if George is there you have to go in and ruin his afterlife. If there’s anyone that’s going to be facefucking every chick that’s ever lived, it sure as fuck is going to be you and not that smug dog-poisoning motherfucker.