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The manager’s cock was average. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t small. No man would be ashamed of it, no woman would complain of it. His balls were average, and he lasted about as long as the average man would with a girl dressed in a maid’s uniform sucking him off. He stood propped up on the edge of his desk and she squatted before him with his average cock in her warm, wet mouth. She’d stroked him and gently wanked him while she licked his balls but now she’d engulfed him and her head was bobbing slowly as her lipsticked mouth excited every inch of his manhood. He knew what was coming because this was a well-rehearsed routine and he loved it. She looked up doe-eyed and kissed the end of his cock.
“Am I worth it sir?” She asked as she took him back into her hot palace of joy.
“Yes Grace, you’re worth it,” he reached to a tray on his desk and picked up a ten pound note, she held out her hand and he laid the note flat upon it. She crumpled it and half pushed it into her bra so it was visible with the other one she’d already earned. His head fell back as she increased her speed a little licking around his tip and caressing his balls. He grunted and hummed his pleasure. She released him again still slowly wanking his shaft and he looked down at her.
“Would you like to see my knickers sir?” She asked with a mock innocent face.
“Oh yes Grace, show me your knickers,” he said breathlessly. She held out a flat hand and he placed another note which she pushed into her bra. He liked to see the cash, he liked to buy her and have her do his bidding for money. She pulled at the hem of her skirt, tucked it into the waistband and slowly opened her legs to reveal her white cotton knickers, blonde pubes fringing the seams. He hummed as she laid out a flat tongue and placed his cock on it. She pulled the foreskin back and flicked her tongue around him pushing her hips forward to display her underwear then she swallowed him whole.
“Oh mighty God,” he said. Grace was twenty-three and she hated the manager. He allowed her, against all the rules, to live at the hotel in a tiny draughty room but he exacted his price, blow jobs on demand were his way of her paying the rent. She said she had nowhere else to go which wasn’t true, Grace’s Grandmother lived on the outskirts of the city in a house she and her husband had bought fifty years previously and she’d offered Grace a rent-free room countless times. Grace preferred her deal with the manager. She put herself in the position she was in to punish herself for being a slut, to live a life of sexual indenture on purpose because half of her liked it, needed it.

She balanced and her hands went under her skirt finding the waistband of her knickers. She slid them over her thighs, over her knees to her ankles all the while keeping the hard cock in her mouth. Over one shoe, over the other, she brought her knickers to cradle the manager’s balls and she let his cock out with a smack of her lips,
“Would you like me to wrap my knickers around your cock sir?”
“Yes Grace, do that now,” he said urgently. She hesitated, held his gaze, took the power. A moment passed then she hooked his cock into the underwear and wrapped the rest around him. Still, she held his gaze,
“Now you can fuck my knickers while I make you cum,” she held out her hand and he quickly gave her a note. “Fuck my knickers Alan, go on, fuck them, fuck them like we both know you want to fuck me.” Somewhere in her head she was oddly frustrated that he’d never tried to fuck her, never crossed that Rubicon.

The manager leaned forward and stood upright, he grabbed the desk behind him with both hands and started thrusting hard and fast while she held his cock wrapped in her panties. He grunted and hummed and stared at her hand, her knickers, his cock. When she took him back into her mouth he crashed back onto the desk knowing he wouldn’t last long. She wanked him onto her loose lips and she felt him harden a little more, she held out a flat hand. He grabbed a note and slapped it down, pulling back a little she whispered loudly,
“Cum for me Alan, fill me with it, drown me in your cum,” then she finished him. She pursed her tight lips around his glans and wanked him hard and fast and he did what she knew he’d do. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in, he thrust into her and squirted hot slithering cum to fill her mouth, each time he squirted he grunted a high-pitched sound until he was spent. She held him in her mouth for a moment and then slowly slid him out, opened wide to display his cum and held out her hand. He placed a note, she closed her mouth and swallowed. The manager grunted his satisfaction. Grace closed her eyes and split in two as she always did. She hated herself for doing this but she loved the way she hated herself. She stayed still while the manager took her knickers from his cock, dropped them flippantly and zipped himself back into his suit trousers. She stayed, eyes closed while he became impatient.
“Don’t sit there all day girl,” he said. She stayed and she loved sucking cock to pay her rent and she hated the girl who did that.

“Get up Grace, it’s almost dinner service.” She opened her eyes and slowly stood up scooping her knickers with her left hand. Her right hand gathered the notes from her bra, she squared them and placed them on the desk. Small notes, pink, each emblazoned with the word “Monopoly.” The tiny room was hers for another week...

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