You are eager to please.

You hesitate for a moment, surprised by this turn of events. James whispers again in your ear “Go on.”

James releases your arms and you drop to your knees. Reaching out to the orderly’s scrub pants you undo the waistband and let them drop to his ankles. Now just his tighty whities stand between you and his cock. You eagerly pull them down and see your prize.

About 6 inches you guess and rock hard. You reach out and take the shaft in your hand and squeeze gently. His moan of pleasure is all you need to encourage you. You devour his cock going half way down the shaft on your first go. Your mouth fills with the taste of pre cum and sweat. You enthusiastically make love to this stranger’s dick as he completely loses control and starts moaning continually.

You look up and see James smiling down at you a look of pride on his face. You wink at him and go back to work.

It seems like only a minute or so when your young lover starts to try to push you off his cock. Knowing what is coming you stubbornly refuse to release him and start massaging his balls with a spare hand.

“S s s stop im gonna…” and with a deep moan he unloads in your mouth filling it with your salty treat. “Sorry I couldn't hold off any more.” he stutters.

“Don't worry about it.” James reassures him “Mel here is a dirty little Cum Whore. There is nothing she loves more than a mouth full of Cum.”

James’ words fill you with a strange mixture of feelings. The happiness at having pleased him mixing with humiliation of being talked about like you are little more than a toy for the pleasure of men leaves you unsure if you like this. You have to admit though that deep down, James’ words fill a need you can barely admit to yourself that you have.

Lost in thought barely notice the orderly pull up his pants hand the note to James and leave still bright red in the face.

“You ok Mel?” James asks looking down at you. You go to answer and realize you still have a mouth full of cum. Swallowing you reply “Yeah im ok. That was a bit intense though.”

James helps you to your feet and shows you the note. “You have an appointment with a personal trainer this morning. We have to move if you are going to make it.”

Nodding you get to work. Pulling your hair up into a pony tail you accept a pair of running shorts and a sports bra from James with a smile. Pulling on some gym shoes you follow your man out the door.