It was the middle of the week and Shehnaaz was swallowing Greg's load. At least, she thought it was Greg? The names of all these guys were getting hard to remember. She was on her knees in front of his couch and she maintained her rhythm through his first few pulses and then slowed to a softer pace. Greg was, as far as she could tell, an unremarkable middle-aged man. He wasn't hot or funny as far as she could tell. Two weeks ago, he would have been the oldest man she'd ever had sex with. But then she'd met the man she only knew as Sir.

She liked sucking dick but hadn't liked sucking Greg's, or Pradeep's the day before, or really any of these daily blowjobs for strangers who were neither attractive nor interesting to her. It was a chore in the most boring sense, and humiliating as well. And, even worse, it soaked her pussy, which needed so badly to come after more than a week without an orgasm.

She disliked the next part even more, but Sir had insisted on it. "Was that good? Was there anything I could have done to make it better for you?" She hated asking men who'd just enjoyed her oral service, who were not going to do anything at all for her, showed no interest in her pleasure, how she could have made it better for them. They'd already had more than they deserved.

He was already buttoning his pants. "It was fine. Good, I mean. Maybe you could have slowed down a little--teased me a little more. You could..." He trailed off. "You should go."

She hadn't even undressed before she sucked him so it was easy to leave, but being dismissed by this guy with the taste of his cum still in her mouth was an extra humiliation. Not that she wanted to stick around and make small talk, but mostly they hadn't been quite so quick to throw her out.

The worst thing about these blowjobs was that although she was doing them for Sir, although they were supposedly a training exercise to improve her cocksucking skills, he hadn't asked her about them at all the last time she saw him. He hadn't even asked if she'd done it! Maybe he never would and she was doing it basically for nothing. If she didn't like doing it and he didn't care whether she had, maybe she should just stop? Maybe she should just go home right now and jerk off to the incredible memories of the last two weeks, come impossibly hard a few times, then block Sir's number and get on with her life.

She knew she wasn't going to do that but the thought was a powerful temptation. Even if he did ask, there was no way he could know if she'd followed his instructions between sessions. The number of these pointless blowjobs she'd given was enough that she knew how they felt and went and could make up more if she needed to. And the way Sir treated her made her horny enough that she'd be desperate to come again quickly in his presence, even if she did come between sessions.

But that was the problem, really: how horny Sir made her. She was the most turned on she'd ever been in her life, not only when she was with him but when she thought back to those times, or when the memories came to her unprompted and she had to push them away to continue with her everyday life without blushing or stammering. Even when she wasn't thinking about it directly, there was a kind of warm buzz that she recognised as her feeling of submission toward him, ever present. It wasn't just her pussy. She could feel it, feel his control, everywhere, deep in her stomach and in the way she breathed, the tickle at the back of her neck; all across the surface of her skin, which seemed to grow more sensitive by the day. This is what she had wanted, why she had agreed to meet him, and it was both much better and much worse than she had expected.

It was late by the time she got home and she was in bed soon. She opened up the dating app she was using to find cocks to suck and sent a dozen vapid, fuck-me DMs to whatever men she'd matched with. Her goal was efficiency, the most dates with the fewest messages exchanged. The best ones sent their addresses straight away when she said she only wanted to suck their dicks. Plenty stopped replying when she said that, either assuming she was a scammer or looking for actual dates. The most annoying insisted they didn't just want their dick sucked because her pleasure was important to them too, they wanted to give her head back or fuck her. Thanks a lot, asshole, she thought, realising it was unfair and not caring.

She was touching herself now, two fingers sliding gently up and down the outside of her wet pussy. He hadn't forbidden that. So this was her favourite way now to both soothe and inflame herself. The more she teased her own cunt the more excited she was to swipe across these men's profiles, thinking about how degrading what she was doing was; not only the blowjobs but the flirting and flattering it took to get to them, and the time she spent organising. She used to have hobbies, a social life, and now she had this.

A thought occurred to her suddenly and she opened a private tab on her phone's browser to google 'glory holes near me'. Was there somewhere she could go to kneel and wait anonymously for strange men to poke their cocks through the wall for her to service? The thought was so degrading she had to jerk her hand away from her cunt, because it turned her on so much she was going to come otherwise.