The "professional" way

Dignity, dammit! Dignity, Katsumi! I already suspected that this day was going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I was toyed with and made into a dog by a pet shop owner earlier today and ended up running from that situation with my tail between my legs, so to speak... only to end up in another very similar situation just moments later! The main thing I needed was basic, human decency: clothes! I don't need to cum all over anybody and I don't need to lose my virginity to a photographer I just met! I just need clothes; that one thing will end this chain of people trying to get their hands on my dick!

So... If I have to let somebody get their hands on it... I might as well let it be the one who's promising to wear gloves while she does it. I told her I'd submit if she'd do it the "professional way" she described and if she'd give me back my glasses when it was done.

"Deal and deal. Ha! You're a silly one, though, Katsumi. I've never heard anyone accept a free handjob this begrudgingly." The photographer was giggling as she made light of my concerns. She might be trying to take the edge off, but what part of this was "professional?" I may have pouted a little; she picked up on it and grinned. "There, there. Take my hand! I'll lead you to the restroom."

I nodded and took her hand in mine; as her slender fingers embraced my own, it was odd to remember that she was essentially the same size as me, i.e. mini-sized. The amount of power she seemed to have over me, despite that fact, was frustrating. It wasn't just because she had leverage over me, between being the only person who could give me clothes and now having naked photos of me... It was just the way she viewed her sexuality. It made me wonder if maybe she was more like the rest of ODD than I'd ever be.

It was hard for me to imagine that she was still feeling aroused after leading me to the lavatory like a child, but from this close distance, I could see she was still smiling invitingly. Honestly, the way she was treating me made me feel like I was the silly one, not her.

"Okay, we're there! I'm opening up the toilet for you. I really should just take the seat off of this one since nobody ever uses it for anything but, well, this," Mao snickered. I doubted she was really considering such a thing and figured it was really just a joke, but who knows? I certainly wasn't thinking about it. All I could focus on was the long, drawn out stretchy noise of sanitary gloves being pulled into place and then snapped back onto the wrists with painstaking slowness. That was definitely only being done for theatrics... "He he... You know, you could have skipped this if you'd managed to lose that erection already. I guess that means...?"

I asked her as politely as I could manage to please shut up and go ahead and get rid of it. The more she kept drawing it out, the more my dick twitched and ached... I was beginning to feel like this was actually a necessary procedure for my safety and not something she was just doing to entertain herself.

Despite my misgivings, I felt as though her care was gentle and almost clinical. I felt strangely like an infirm relying upon an orderly. I had to admit... it felt oddly pleasant to surrender myself and have someone gently do this for me. You often imagine it feeling sort of insincere, when it's just a pair of hands doing it for you... But it is really quite a difference, having someone else's hands!

It's not at all like masturbation. I'd normally call this TMI-- too much info-- but since you're already reading about me being jacked off into a stranger's toilet, there's little use for shame any more. When I fap, I find myself awkward and clumsy. That clumsiness feeds back into my self-loathing. The self-loathing takes the shine off the fap. That makes me try harder and it just gets--- argh! Frustrating and ineffective.

Mao, on the other hand, is an expert fapper of futanari. When the two of us entered, I placed both hands onto handrails on either side of the toilet, feeling embarrassed at my helplessness, but increasingly trusting of her guidance. I started out loud, feeling her press her bare body against mine from behind... her breasts were small, but I could feel the aroused nubs poking into my back, which caused my dick to twitch harder. As if she'd been waiting for that reaction, Mao slowly wrapped her feminine hands around the swollen girth of my shaft. While one hand moved to the base and fondled my balls, the other began to pump the shaft, aiming it downward against its default orientation to point towards the toilet. I was **** to lean my bottom back against her groin, just to assist with the downward shot.

Since she'd made the effort to be professional, I wanted to be too. I clenched my eyes and bent my head down, hiding my expression, while I bit my lip to stifle any sort of audible reaction. However... The feeling of having my stiffy managed by that professional photographer was just too much! She really knew her stuff! When I felt her hand work from the shaft to rub around the increasingly moist head of my penis, I began to think she'd miscalculated and was about to get her own hand blasted, but then, she'd worn gloves, perhaps anticipating that possibility. I didn't think she actually had any worries about getting my cum on her... The gloves were really only for my benefit.

I spread my legs to either side and hunched my shoulders, unable to avoid gasping out loud now as she pulled on my futa parts like she was milking an animal. Finally, I let go of my resistance. What was there to resist anyway? The sooner I released, the better I would feel! I just needed to shoot it!

And I shot it!

Even without my glasses, I could tell it was getting everywhere, not just inside the bowl. I felt ridiculous, thinking that Mao was going to have to clean this up later, but I couldn't stop myself. Furthermore, she wouldn't let me stop myself! Every time I thought I was finished, she'd stroke again and get another burst out. One thing was certain... when I left, I would no longer have a stiffy!

"You know, Katsumi, your production is pretty good, for such a..." Mao began, speaking quietly into my ear while she rubbed her breasts up my back.

Small? For such a small penis?!

"... For such an otherwise reserved futanari model," the girl giggled playfully wagging my increasingly limp member in one hand. "I'd say we're just about done."

Once I'd been wiped down and my hands were washed, she gave me back my glasses. Finally, I could see! Of course, that meant I could see her unobscured nudity too; it felt like I'd taken off some sort of censorship mosaic. I tried not to stare as she stuck her cute, bare bottom out towards me and searched through her back closet, collecting new clothes for me. In the process of averting my eyes, I ended up focusing on the toilet I'd just cum-blasted... What a ridiculous scene! Note to self: wear glasses when whacking off from now on, no exceptions. It was truly a blessing that she wasn't asking me to clean up after myself.

"I dunno... My clothes might not jive with you. They're all artsy and chic! Maybe you'd better just go naked after all?" the black-haired girl teased, watching me over her shoulder while wagging her butt back and forth.

I begged her to stop teasing me. I didn't think I was going to get another stiffy just from imagining streaking through the streets, but if she kept swinging her hips like that, I'd get there...

"He he... Here! Try these on for size," she suggested, tossing me a few things from the closet.