On Friday nights we typically see at least thirty gentlemen. Sometimes more, but never less than twenty five I'd say. On this particular Friday we had a whopping forty four men show up to my barn for the festivities. The cover charge of twenty bucks gets them a seat, another twenty gets them head from whatever desperate skank I find. Sometimes it's drugs they seek, other times it's the lurid adventure. Usually however, it's for straight up cash. Hell, I've had girls come in a few nights a week as if this was a real job. I mean it sort of is.

Twenty dollars for each cock they suck and swallow, do the math, that's not chump change. The only requirement I had, is that they have their hands either handcuffed or tied with rope behind their backs, my choice of course . It's silly I know, but it keeps out the posers and a lot of the farmer types that show up, like it. Have you ever heard of a kinky farmer's wife? I didn't think so.

So the girl coming in tonight is Jayleen, she's a 19 year old single mom who works as a cashier at the Hinky Dinky. She's in need of extra cash for her kids braces or some shit. Doesn't really matter to me honestly. When she made her way to the makeshift stage you could see her counting the cocks and trying to do the math.

44 cocksx20 bucks=880 dollars cash tax free. Her eyes lit up when she calculated it in her head. I told Jayleen there was an extra hundred for her if she could get her elbows to touch when I tied her up. She giggled and turned her back to me. She put her arms behind her and easily made her elbows touch without any effort. I just shrugged and grabbed my clothesline. She wore a white form fitting top with no bra. Her tits bounced up and down as I tightly tied her up. Her hard nipples poked out quite nicely, she was turned on no doubt.

Her Daisy Dukes, tanned legs, and her dirty blonde hair completed a most impressive package. Now all that remained was whether she could actually swallow 44 cocks worth of cum. She started with Jessie, whom she knew from work. He was a night stocker and kind of resembled an ugly Steve Buscemi if you can believe that. Jessie had his cock out stroking it until Jayleen plopped awkwardly onto her knees and smiled up at him.

Her tits pressed against his knees as she lowered her head and started fumbling to get his dick into her mouth. Ordinarily she would take her time with a cock, kissing, licking, the whole nine yards, but she had to get up early and call the dentist, so she practically inhaled his prick until she could start bobbing up and down on it. Not surprisingly, Jessie lasted only a couple of minutes and soon enough Jayleen had ingested her first load of the evening.

Jayleen stood up carefully as not to fall, her red heels didn't have the greatest footing in the dirt. I held a cup of water water for her to drink and then directed her to Harley (real name Keith) Davidson as he was next. She walked over to him and once again dropped to her knees, she was beginning to think her knees were going to be bruised something fierce. For nearly a grand she'd live and proceeded to take his cock down her throat.