"I just put up a 'Brand new girls' sign, and I need to provide some truth in advertising..."

"I just put up a 'Brand new girls' sign, and I need to provide some truth in advertising," the owner says with a sideways grin, "I overstepped, put up the sign before I did any hiring, and, well, I've got some upset customers."

"Up...upset?" Parker says tenetively.

"Yes. The original plan was for the 'Brand new girls' to be peepshow booth cunts - flash your tits for ten or twelve minutes, yada yada... But now, they are demanding that my 'new gals' be much more available. I don't have a budget for 2 new bitches - I don't even have a budget for one. So here's the deal: you work for tips, in the booth. It's easy to figure out what to do with the hole in the wall. That's fifteen bucks. They pass a fifty through the hole to you, they get to come around to the door, they get access to you until they get off. Make sense?"

Parker's heart caught in her throat. Here it was, and she had made up her mind. "Yeah. Makes sense," she says, sounding brave and nonchalant. The owner of the seedy little shop smiles and stands up, unbuckling his pants.

"Great. Now all that's left is the audition."

Parker's breath quickens, her heart racing. She nods, unsure of what to do. He reaches out to her, his movement gentle, and strokes her hair. He unzips his pants with his other hand. "Now, now. This won't do. You can't delay with our customers," he says, his voice consoling and friendly. Then his face twists into an angry snarl as he grabs a handful of Parker's hair and drags her sharply onto her knees in front of him. "Now, cunt, get to work."

She gasps in surprise as she loses her balance, suddenly eye level with his huge grimy cock. Her gasp lasts a bit too long, the shop owner taking the open mouth as an invitation, he shoves his half hard cock into her mouth. Her eyes grow wide with surprise as her mouth is filled with man-meat. She can't imagine doing anything with a dick this big. But her fears are cut off quickly by instinct as the disgusting shop owner tugs sharply on her hair, impaling her throat on his throbbing, growing, cock. "How can it be bigger than this?" she thinks abstractly, as he reaches his full length, his last throbbing twitch plugging her throat. "Have to do a good job." She thinks, "no point in any of this if I don't get the job." So she starts to use her tongue, flexing and snaking it against the cock that is so dangerously close to blocking her airway. She also takes advantage of the fact that her lips are stretched continuously against him, and starts to suck.

He moans, thrusting into her with long slow strokes. At the halfway point of each stroke he blocks her airway, her eyes growing wide and pleading. He laughs, greedy for her desperation. He shortens his strokes, only pulling back far enough for her to breath for split second before pounding back into her, quickening his pace. Soon his balls start to slap hard against her chin, the heavy orbs actually jarring her teeth.

He closes his eyes, no longer conscious of the live woman - no, cunt - that he was skullfucking. He pushed her head down further, giving himself a straighter passage down her throat.

Her eyes bulge, and she keeps sucking as he fucks her throat. The pressure she applies by sucking weakens as stars and darkness start to creep in around the edges of her vision. She squeezes frantically at his leg, pleading for him to stop. He grunts, her plight pushing him over the edge, he cums into her abused throat, stopping his strokes and burying his cock balls deep into her mouth as he shoots cum deep into her throat, almost into her stomach. As he cums the darkness overtakes her vision, and she blacks out, the last thing she feels is his white hot cum against her insides.