The manager’s cock wasn’t big, wasn’t small. His balls were normal, average, and he lasted just about as long as the average man would with a nineteen-year-old dressed as a French maid sucking his cock. He sat on the edge of the 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 she 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 fifty-pound note, she held out her hand and he placed it. She pushed it into her bra so it was visible with the other one she’d already earned. His head fell back and 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 cock 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 revealing her white cotton knickers, her 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, and then she swallowed him whole.
“Oh, mighty God,” he said. Grace was nineteen and she hated the manager. He allowed her to secretly live at the hotel in the old servant’s quarters in a tiny draughty room but he exacted his price and blow jobs on demand were his way of her paying the rent.
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. She let his cock out with a smack of her lips.