More Service

From the sound of it, the next woman entered the room as Justine was leaving. 'They probably see each other,' thought Luisa. She was struck by the strange thought that she was probably the only person who didn't know who she was servicing.

The next woman didn't even take off her clothes, but simply sat directly on Luisa's face, letting her long skirt flow over Luisa's head and breasts. 'Probably the same woman from last week,' she thought. An exploratory lick confirmed this, as Luisa remembered her taste.

This woman sat with her back to Luisa's body and began to roughly gyrate as soon as Luisa started licking. While last week she had been quiet, something about the new setup seemed to agree with her, and she moaned loudly as she mashed her pelvis on Luisa's face. It hurt a bit, but not unpleasantly, and soon the woman was orgasming strongly. Luisa expected her to leave then, and was looking forward to relaxing her jaw a little, but instead the woman whispered "Round 2," and started gyrating again, rubbing her slit up and down over Luisa's mouth and nose. After another climax, less intense than the first, the woman bent down and whispered "thank you" into Luisa's ear.

This was followed by a brief, but passionate kiss on her mouth. This shocked Luisa, and her first thought was to complain, but then she considered how ridiculous it would be to complain about a kiss on the lips after where her mouth had just been.

The next woman took her time. Luisa waited patiently on the table as the client took off some clothes. 'Maybe she's naked', thought Luisa. The idea gave her an unexpected thrill.

Then the client slowly walked around the table. 'Probably checking me out,' thought Luisa.

"You are one hot fucking slut," said the woman. Luisa didn't recognize her voice. "I wish I could grab those big tits of yours," she continued. "Or rub that juicy cunt!" At this point she climbed on the table and lowered her pussy onto Luisa's mouth. "Lick me, slut!" she commanded.

As Luisa started to lick, the woman suddenly sat fully upright, lowering her ass onto Luisa's face, and forcing her to have to bend her head back a bit so that her tongue could still reach the woman's clit. "That's it slut! Get your face in there! I want to feel your nose by my asshole!"

Aghast, Luisa realized that this was happening -- her face was indeed between the woman's cheeks as she strove to lick her pussy, and her nose was rubbing against something, and though she couldn't be sure exactly what, she thought with some panic that it might be this other woman's asshole.

The woman, for her part, started bucking her hips forward and back, causing her pussy to rub from Luisa's nose to chin, leaving a trail of juices as went. Luisa was almost afraid to breathe -- as the woman moved, her asshole came dangerously close to Luisa's mouth, so Luisa tried to focus on finding and licking the woman's clit, thinking that if she managed to get off, maybe she'd dismount -- and after several harrowing minutes that was exactly what happened.

After the "ass woman", as Luisa thought of her, she served two more clients. At long last, the alarm went off, and Luisa sat up and took off her mask. She massaged her jaw a bit -- it was sore from overuse -- and then started getting dressed. As she moved toward the door to leave, she saw that someone had added a speech bubble next to her photo -- next to the one reading "Call me anything, I like dirty talk!" there was a new one reading "My preferred pronoun is 'You slut!'". Luisa sighed, not just because it was demeaning, but also because it just didn't really make any grammatical sense. This was a University, dammit, an institution of higher learning. 'We should have better standards than this,' she thought.

The next week, Luisa noticed a QR code on the wall, with a small sign next to it, explaining that it was for feedback and suggestions. 'I guess this is lasting more than a couple weeks after all,' she thought. She felt resigned to it, like she had known all along that this was the case -- she just wished that Sarah had actually discussed it with her.

The next few weeks seemed like more of the same. Luisa felt that perhaps she was settling into a pattern. She noticed that she was servicing many of the same women, enough that she had started recognizing them and giving them nicknames.

Justine, of course, was easily recognizable. She always talked to Luisa, even if to just say "thank you, professor" at the end. She was one of the easier clients, too, orgasming on Luisa's face after just a few minutes of tongue work.

"Skirt Woman" was another regular. She never undressed at all, which meant she wasn't wearing panties underneath her long skirts. Luisa wondered if she regularly went commando or if she removed her underwear before her visit. Skirt Woman would only whisper, so Luisa had no way of knowing who she could be in real life; all Luisa really knew was that Skirt Woman was multi-orgasmic, normally having two orgasms (but sometimes three, and once, four!) on her face. She also never left without a kiss.

There were other regulars, too, but less distinct. Occasionally Luisa would recognize a perfume, or a taste, or a moan and know that she'd serviced this woman before. A few were verbal, though keeping their speech to relatively simple statements like "Suck it slut!" or "You hot bitch!". Most women seemed to prefer not to speak, though, and instead just moaned and occasionally cried out as they came.

Finally among the regulars was Ass Woman. After their first encounter, Luisa was dreading her return. She thought she should have talked to Sarah, but at the same time she felt like she'd already complained enough, and really had Ass Woman transgressed so much? Luisa wasn't comfortable with the proximity of her nose to this woman's asshole, that one day, but on the other hand, that seemed like a general geometric problem with licking pussy from behind, and plus the woman had been clean.

She'd even thought that maybe it was a one-off... but Ass Woman did return. In fact, the next time was a bit worse. She had come into the room and stripped again, walking slowly around the table, examining Luisa's body. Just from her pre-sex preparations, Luisa knew her fears had been realized.

Then the woman climbed up on the table and lowered herself onto Luisa's face. This time, though, she didn't make any pretense of having Luisa start with her pussy. Instead, she just sat directly on Luisa's face, spreading her ass cheeks and gyrating her hips until she found the position she wanted. "There," she sighed. "Right in my ass, slut. Now I want you to start licking -- but don't let your nose leave its target!" Then she giggled a little.

Luisa was repulsed, but dutifully tried to keep her nose near the woman's asshole as she craned her head backward to try to reach the woman's clit with her tongue. In this uncomfortable position, she managed to lick the woman to orgasm.

Even after this degrading performance, Luisa still didn't approach Sarah with her concerns. She didn't quite know why.