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I walked into the dark theater wearing a tight white pullover, a short grey skirt, white stockings, and black shoes. There were only a few people there and they were watching a girl pleasure herself on screen. It was 15 minutes into an hour long film, and I imagine that the guys were pretty much all jerking off to that ... well, all but one. I looked around for "Jason," who said he'd be sitting in the back. I found him and we made eye contact at once. He was my second client and we met through an online posting, and he suggested that we meet way downtown in an adult movie theater. I walked down his row and I felt my shoes squishing on the sticky floor. After sitting down, Jason handed me an envelope containing the agreed upon amount of cash and a note that simply said "on your knees." I tried not to think about in what (or who) I was going to spend the next forty five minutes kneeling.
I quietly slipped out of my seat and into the cramped space between his legs. It was so tight that my back was against the seat in front of him and I had to kick off my shoes in order to fit my feet in that tiny little space. I groaned inwardly as I felt my stockings stick to the floor where my knees and feet touched it. I took two hairties out of my purse and pulled my hair into pigtails so that I wouldn't be rubbing it into whatever was on the seatback behind me. Jason had already taken his engorged cock out and was waving it in my face.
Jeez, this place was filled with the scent of male sex I was kneeling in the middle of all of it for money. I have to say that it turned me on.
Jason wasn't really interested in my thoughts so I got to work. I looked up at him but he was leaning back in his seat, hands behind his head like some damn king, watching whatever was going on on-screen while I took him into my mouth from that dirty floor. He had paid for me to stay to the end of the movie and I didn't think the movie was going to be the kind that would grab my attention, so I started off slow. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and was stroking it while my mouth moved up and down its length. I sucked him gently at first, letting my tongue ride up and down the underside of his shaft. Occasionally, when his cock got wet and slippery, I took him out of my mouth and stroked him with my hand while massaging his balls with my other hand.
It must have been twenty minutes that passed while I let him enjoy getting his dick sucked while watching porn. I was getting wet from smelling that musky scent that every girl who's sucked a lot of cock knows so well. It was on my breath at this point, I'm sure. By now, I was really getting into the blowjob and I started to go faster. "This is my job," I thought. "I suck dick and he's watching someone else." I made up my mind that I was going to make him forget that he was watching a porno.
I pulled my shirt up and started to touch my breast with one hand while I sucked on him with the other. I looked up at him, practically begging him with my eyes to pay attention to me. He finally acknowledged me by looking down but that bastard just put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me facedown onto his cock. He pumped my head faster and faster. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me, but my guess is that he was watching the movie again! I felt so used and degraded. I wasn't even good enough to watch, I was just there to suck dick.
And suck dick I did. I didn't have a choice. I was just stuck in that cramped, sticky, dirty space that smelled like dried sex being made to suck some guy's dick. I didn't think I could sink much lower but then he started to cum. He pulled my head back by my pigtails and jerked off like every other guy in the theater except he came right in my face. The most acknowledgment I got was a slight grunt when the first spurt hit my forehead and streaked down the middle of my face. He kept stroking and he released two more jets of cum that slid down the side of my face. A final load hit my nose, crossed my lips, and hung down off of my chin.
I finally got up but by now his cum had worked its way into the collar of my shirt and some had dripped onto my stockings. I tried to wipe the rest off, but it didn't really help. I looked down at myself and wondered what the few remaining guys in the theater must have thought. My blouse was wrinkled and there were stains on it. My stockings had black marks on the knees from where I had to kneel on the ground and there were dark wet spots where cum had dripped onto them. And there I was, trying to wipe cum off of my face and neck with a tissue while these guys just walked by me and grinned openly. To date, that was as low as I had sunk in this new career of mine.
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