Chapter 2 - The first job
#2 of Miy -A dog day at work
In the kitchen I surveyed the scene to find a tall avian leaning against a counter, waiting somewhat impatiently for my arrival. He was a business man, time was money - and my time cost him money. I knew just by looking at him this would be a straight and forward job.
"Mr Bradstreet....I believe you made arrangements to meet me..." I said out loud to break the ice while I walked towards him. I began to ponder how big his dick was, though there was no telling with him because of the pair of business slacks he wore.
"Sì sì, I made those arrangements. So let's make this fast, the kitchen aides and cooks shall he here in 40 minuets. The short version of this, is that at some of my more personal parties I have a few girls around to insure that no detail is left out of various gentlemen's evenings. While I have several girls already, I need a mare, someone able to handle my ...'larger' gentlemen. There is nothing more disruptive to a social gathering than listening to some little mouse femme being mounted by a bull - the squealing and crying ruins the mood." He spoke with a slight Italian accent, and had an arrogant air about him...I hated him and wanted him all at once. I could see myself making this proud bird beg for more.
"Now my little puttana, let's see why I should pay you top dollar." If he could get his beak to smirk he could as he patted the stainless steel counter next to himself. "Time is money, let's test drive the goods...".
I loath and loved these kinds of clients - they liked to get off. There was no romance, no hugs, no kisses, just a quick pounding, grunting, and the sweet sensation of cum.
As he wanted, I walked over to the counter and there he would have me climb up upon it, kneeling on all fours. Perhaps he had this counter built just for this event, because I found it interesting that as I was knelt there, waiting, I was level with his hips.
The avian reached forward and pushed my dress up over my hips, and then with one hand lifted my tail up, exposing my trade goods to him. He would chuckle, perhaps pleased, and then licked one of his finger and ran it up my slot, to my tail hole and then back down again. "For an experienced whore, I find it curious that you remain tight. Regardless, this seems approvable..." he sealed the deal of his approval by slipping two fingers into my slot, clean to his knuckles. I gasped when he then began to wiggle his fingers inside me, first starting slowly and then building up to a quick pace.
"Yes, tight as well - your clutching my fingers dear....are you scared or are you just teasing me?" I could hear the snide pride in his voice, as the hand holding my tail let go and then went to his own groin. He started to rub his groin through the business pants her wore...his fingers never stopped wiggling inside me. "Kegals....kegals are a lovely thing," I offered him, it was true though. The control of pelvic muscles kept me tight, and could milk any male dry.
"Ahhh, as it is commonly called around my homeland controllo di pussy," I could hear him undo his pants - first unclasping his buckle, then opening the button and zipper. The avian withdrew his fingers and then placed both of his hands upon my hips as he stepped up to position himself. "Next time, your going to suck me off...as long as that mouth of yours works, I'll hire you for the clients..." His words were cut short as he thrust into me forcefully. Instead of continuing to speak he issues a grunt that was more of a squawk.
I closed my eyes and gasped, his first thrust only put him into me a few inches, but he wasn't detured. In fact it only seemed to turn him on that there was resistance from my pussy. He withdraw to the tip and then thrust back into me, gaining a few more inched but not yet fully burying himself into me. The third time, I swallowed him clean to the base of his cock.
When fully buried into me his hands tightened into my hips. While using my hips as hand holds he pulled my hips back so that I would meet his thrusts, impaling me upon him his cock each time. Within no time the pace was quick and heavy - he didn't care about my pleasure, he wanted to get off, and my pussy was his means to get off...and in a hurry.
There we were, fucking in his 5 star kitchen...I wonder if all his rich clients knew that he hired whores and mounted them without protection in the very kitchen where their food was prepared.
I lowered my front end to better brace, so that my breasts were pressed against the counter, while my hips were thrust up into the air...my tail arched back and out of the way of his fucking. I enjoyed his pace. Also, I liked him more so because he understood the business and was very quick and clear with his business with me.
It wasn't long until he came - I knew it was going to happen, the way he plowed me meant that he had no interest in lasting long. When he came, he pushed himself as deep as he could into me - and dig his fingers into the flesh on my hips so much that it hurt. Within moments, it was over...he pulled back withdrawing his cock and stood there panting while he put his cum coated member away and redid his pants.
The arrogance was thick in his voice as he observed his "handy work" on my pussy, specifically that I had leaked some of him out of my body when he width drew. "I'll call and make arrangements for your second trial in a week or two. I have a party at the end of next month that you might be perfect for." He reached into a pants pocket and withdrew a billclip holding my payment. He set it on the counter next to me, slapped my ass as it still was presented in the air and then...left the kitchen.
I sighed in relief, picked up the money and soon was on my way to the second job of the morning.