happy ending

The small room reeked of sex, illuminated only by a single bulb whose light was swallowed by the matte black walls. Sue found a coat hook in the corner and stripped down to her bra, panties, and stockings.

Nearby, a hole gaped in the wall—just large enough for a hand to slip through. Beneath it lay a yellowed sponge, its purpose obvious: a meagre cushion for her knees. This will be the only comfort I get, she thought.

Minutes dragged. Her initial excitement waned, replaced by creeping doubt.

What the hell am I doing here?

Reality crashed over her. This was a mistake. She reached for her coat, ready to leave when movement rustled on the other side of the wall. A rough voice barked:

"Are you a bird?"

She swallowed. "Yes. I'm a woman."

A calloused hand thrust through the hole. "Prove it."

Sue hesitated, then stepped forward. She hooked a finger under her panties, pulling them aside. The stranger’s touch was rough, intrusive a thick finger sliding into her wetness. The squelch of her own body filled her ears. Shame flickered, brief but sharp.

The hand withdrew. "Fuck, you’re wet."

A semi hard cock replaced it, jutting through the hole.

Sue knelt on the sponge damp, reeking of bodily fluids she didn’t want to imagine. The cock radiated heat, its musky scent thick in the air.

"Well, you little slut gonna suck me or what? I paid good money."

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking until he hardened. Then she took him into her mouth.

What am I doing?

The man was right. She was a paid slut now. The fat man at the counter her pimp was pocketing half her earnings.

She leaned into the role, swirling her tongue, slurping obscenely. When she moaned, "Do you like that, sir?" the answer came in thick spurts across her face. She caught the rest in her mouth, swallowing until he pulled away, leaving her lips parted in surprise.

Cum dripped onto the sponge. Excitement and shock warred inside her.

Another cock appeared already hard. She serviced it without hesitation, this time cupping the stranger’s balls. He came fast, spilling salty warmth over her tongue. Some escaped, trickling down her chin onto her breasts.

Frantically, she unclipped her bra. No sense ruining expensive lingerie.

A new hand groped her bare breast, pinching her nipple. Then a mouth? Teeth scraped, followed by the wet slide of a tongue. Her breath hitched. A cock rubbed against her sensitive flesh.

She shuddered, her own fingers slipping between her legs to circle her clit.

Another cock replaced the last this one darker, glistening with pre cum. She took it eagerly, rewarded with another load.

As soon as the last cock left she was presented with another, this was crowned in a mess of white hair, the balls hung low and Sue thought it may belong to a much older man, she began to work on the shaft and tickled the balls.

Minuets passed and Sue's jaw ached, the old man should have came several times over but her was being stubborn, Sue could hear raised voices in the back, other men were becoming impatient and she began to panic, she was wasn't needing the money, but was worried that if she didn't perform what would the fat man do, her mind raced at the possibilities of him shaming her more or even spanking her.

Sue tried something different and **** the old cock down her throat, she gaged but eventually found that she could breath, the old man pumped in and out and she felt something happen, she pulled back and was rewarded with thick ribbons of fresh jizz over her stalking's. Relief flooded through her as the next cock appeared.

Several hours in Sue was sweating, she had always kept herself fit but this was like a marathon, hours blurred. Her jaw ached. Sweat slicked her skin.

Then a familiar voice.

"Yeah, my brother told me about this place. Twenty quid for a blowjob."

Danny. One of her students, she heard other voices and recognised them as being in the same class as Danny

Her stomach lurched.

The inevitable happened. A short, thick cock pushed through the hole his cock.

Pity twisted inside her. Danny wasn’t a winner. Life had been hard on him.

Tonight, I’ll give him a win.

She stood abruptly, stripping off her panties. Bending over, she guided him inside her not his mouth, but her wet, willing pussy.

"Fuck, guys she’s letting me fuck her!"

His thrusts were eager, relentless. She met each one, moaning, "Harder!" until he spilled inside her.

The others followed. One by one, she took them all.

How will I face them at school?

Late now. The flow of men slowed. Her phone buzzed a missed call from Eric, her husband.

"Where are you?"

She texted the address, adding: "Bring £20."

When his cock finally appeared, she knew it instantly. Twenty years of marriage had memorized every curve.

"Sue… is that you?"

She didn’t answer. Just took him deep, working him until he groaned, spilling down her throat.

Guilt warred with arousal. She loved him but God, she’d never been so turned on.

Afterward, she stumbled out, legs weak, stockings ruined with drying cum, her bra and panties in the coat pocket. Eric gaped at her, stunned.

"Keys are in my coat," she said handing it to him. "Wait in the car. I’m not done yet."

The shop owner grinned. "You made us both a lot of money, you little slut. Coming back?"

Sue took the cash cum dripping down her face and breasts. "Count on it."