Collecting tokens

The slaves were brought down into a basement room. The staff cafeteria for the facility. A big room with a low ceiling and rows of dining tables. This was where all of the maintenance workers had their meals; the gardeners, the janitors, the handy-men, the guys who fixed the toilets or worked on painting projects, electricians, plumbers, foodservice workers.

And there were a bunch of them there. About 60 guys. All in coveralls, the distinctive blue color of the facility. They looked neat and clean, but these were guys who worked with their hands. Who lifted things and moved things, who used their physical strength in their jobs, who sweated.

This was a perk of the job. If you worked at the facility you got to participate in training exercises, at least from time to time. This was obviously one of the times.

The slaves were all bunched at one end of the dining hall, the workers at the other. It was like a junior high school mixer, the boys and girls eyeing eachother.

Nikki looked the workers over. There was a real range. There were a couple of young, goodlooking, strapping, tall guys. There were more normal looking guys, older guys, short guys, fat guys. Everything. A normal range, like what you would see walking down the street.

“Ok, ok, let’s make the rules clear.” One of the senior trainers had moved to the front of the room. “Each of the staff has three tokens. You, slaves, are to service the staff. There are more of them then there are of you, so this may take some time. When you have satisfied one of them – which is to say swallowed his cum – you will get a token.” She didn’t even pause for a second, but immediately issued the command, “GO.”

The slaves scrambled, rushing across the room towards the workers.

Nikki was strategic. She knew that more of the slaves would naturally gravitate to the middle of the group where the good looking workers were clustered. She had spotted a fat, sweaty looking guy, about 25, at the end of the row. She went right to him. He was perfect. Young enough that it probably wouldn’t take her long to satisfy him. And unattractive enough that not so many slaves would go for him first.

Sure enough, she got right there, knelt before him, and opened the buttons of his coverall. Just as she had his cock out, another slave realized what a good target he was and tried to muscle her out of the way. She looked up at the worker, eagerness and pleading in her eyes, trying to show him how much she wanted to suck his cock.

It worked. He shooed the other slave away and took Nikki’s head in his hands. He looked down at her as she opened her mouth and engulfed his hardening cock in her the wet heat of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the bottom of his glans, sucking more of it in. She moved her head up and down eagerly, feeling him expand with arousal, the blood flowing to his organ.

Sure he was fat. Smelly too. But his cock was lovely. Thick and springy, hard with a big vein running along the bottom. He was cut and she could feel the foreskin tight over the head of his cock. His shaft was thick, filling her mouth, the head a pleasant weight on her tongue.

Nikki could taste the pre-cum already. This was going to be fast. She doubted he had much opportunity to hold back. He was thrusting into her now, grunting, obviously pleased that she could take the whole length of him into her. She felt him vibrating. This was going to be really fast. He got even harder. And then there it was – the spurt of cum shooting down her throat.

The whole thing might have been 45 seconds. He was in her mouth and then he came. Nikki smiled to herself. This had definitely been the right choice. She rocked back on her heels, a satisfied look in her eyes.

He happily handed Nikki her first token. She held in her hand. Smooth, round, cool. Somehow satisfying. She felt proud of herself as he patted her on the head. He touched her the way you would a dog who had just brought back a Frisbee or a horse who had just jumped a particularly high fence. And the most amazing part… she was gratified at his touch.

But she had a job to do. She looked around. There were still a half a dozen men who hadn’t been touched. Several of them were older, but there was another fat guy, and she went right for him. Kneeled in front of him and looked up, looking for permission to open his coverall.

He nodded. Nikki opened it, removed his cock, and leaned in. A cock, yes, but different than the last one. The skin darker, the head smaller in proportion to the shaft, the shaft thinner. And it curved upwards, looking like a plant reaching for the sun. And the smell. Kind of the same, but totally different. This one was more exotic, almost peppery in flavor, dank and musky from his sweat. Unique. Delicious in its own way.

Nickki slurped it into her mouth, sliding it all the way in, sucking hard, licking, swirling her tongue. She knew she was good. She knew she wanted it. She knew he was enjoying it. She moved her head up and down, her tongue from side to side. She heard the little noise as she broke suction at the end of the stroke and she felt her saliva pooling in her mouth. She imagined how it must feel for him, hot and wet and slippery. Eager.

She could hear him moaning. He reached his hands down and grasped her head, thrust into her. She felt him go deep. Felt him take control. He was slamming into the back of her throat violently now. Thrusting harder. Cutting off her breath. Immobilizing her with his hands. She was offering no resistance. Relaxing into it, letting him do what he wished.

She felt him intensify. His cock was thin, but it was long, and it felt like it was reaching deep down into her throat. He thrust harder still. Another three thrusts. And then he, too, emptied his balls into her gullet. She didn’t even have to swallow, the cum slid down her throat, choking her slightly. She eagerly licked the last couple of drops of cum.

He handed her the second token. It had taken all of 3 minutes to get both of them. There were still three men who hadn’t had a first go yet. They were standing at the edge of the scene a little shyly. Obviously they had been the last to be chosen.

Nikki checked them out. All three of them were older. In their late fifties or early sixties. Not as old as Charles, but old. There was a reason the other slaves hadn’t chosen to service them. Not only were they less attractive than the majority of the younger workers, they would likely be a bit harder to bring “over the finish line.”

Nikki looked carefully. At their crotches. She could tell all three were erect, excited by all the thrusting, sucking, and cumming around them. She looked closer. The one all the way to the side was standing so his crotch was less visible. Nikki squinted. Yes. He was trying to hide it but there was a wet spot on his coverall. He was oozing precum onto his pants. A very positive sign. Maybe he’d take longer than the other two, but not that long.

She slowly approached him. Looked him in the eyes and sank to her knees, her mouth slightly parted. She licked her lips. She really was eager to suck his cock, but no harm in making that clear to him. She knelt before him, anticipating his command. He opened his coverall himself and drew his cock out. Maybe he really was ashamed of how damp his pants were.

He presented his hard cock to Nikki. She leaned in. Her stomach did a little lurch at the smell of him. He’d been oozing in his pants for a while. He smelled like old cum. She could see bits of it dried under the ridge of his head. And there was a pregnant bead of cum hanging right at the tip, on the verge of dropping off. She had to force herself to lean in, and lick it off.

Salty. Strong. Pungent. He tasted old. She wrinkled her nose. Hoped for the best. Maybe it wouldn’t take long. She opened wider to accommodate him. He pushed in deeper. He was clearly glad she had picked him. She realized there had to have been slaves who went for guys for whom it was a second time rather than picking him, even though it was his first. Well, she was going to make him happy. Please him.

She liked pleasing. Liked the feel of him growing in response to her movements. His arousal making his cock stiffen and change. So hard now it was like a topographical map, little hard ridges and bumps, veins, fluid. It was really a natural marvel, a little miracle in her mouth, this transformation. This piece of flesh that grew and changed, so much the seat of pleasure, a bundle of nerves, poised to respond. And so much the center of a man, driving him, pushing him, rewarding him.

She sucked. Engulfing him. Taking him into her. Cradling him in her mouth, holding him, caring for him. She tried to communicate with him, a low hum starting in her belly and traveling up. She felt him push into the vibration, respond to it.

She relaxed. This was going to take longer than 45 seconds. But it was okay. She didn’t mind. She closed her eyes. Let herself go into a trance. Sucking. Licking. Taking him all the way in, her lips meeting his pelvic bone, and then pulling back and just moving back and forth over the ridge of his head. She licked the bottom of his cock in one long fluid motion, and then swirled her tongue in little circles. She moved her tongue back and forth, hard, and then fluttered softly. Then she let him just thrust into her, let him slide on a slippery bed of saliva.

Finally, his pace quickened. He started to move his hips, really shoving deeper. Pushing, reaching for his orgasm. He was enjoying himself, but the momentum was too strong for him to hold back. He wanted to get all the way over. He pushed, pushed, pushed, grunted, and she felt a rush of wetness, a soft cum, salty and strong.

She pulled back. Opened her mouth and let him see the cum pooled on her tongue. Then closed her mouth and swallowed. Smiling.

He smiled back down at her and handed her his token. Her third.

She wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but not too long. She looked around. It seemed like all the workers had had one turn. But she wasn’t sure who was getting his second, and who was getting his third.

Nikki decided to pursue the same strategy. Go for a guy who wasn’t too attractive. One who was likely to have been waiting for a bit, getting more aroused. One who wouldn’t take too too long .

She noticed two guys sitting on one of the cafeteria tables. Hmmm. Smart. She realized something. It wasn’t in their best interests to be too eager. Clearly each worker was going to get the same total amount of attention -- they each had three tokens. For them, the best strategy was to take as long as possible between goes. Give themselves some time to recover, some time to enjoy themselves.

So these two were obviously only one token in. Well, she’d just have to relieve them of their second.

She approached the younger and more fit of the two. Smiled with her head bowed, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. She sat on the bench, a little high to reach his crotch with her mouth, but doable if she bent over. He spread his legs to accommodate her.

“No hands, girl. I want to see you open my pants with your teeth.”

Hmmm. Maybe this wasn’t such a good choice. This guy wanted to make it hard for her. But Nikki still felt reasonably fresh. After all, there were girls who had spent the whole time up to now sucking their first cock, without a break, without a chance to catch their breath, or swallow their own saliva, or just straighten up. She clasped her hands behind her back.

She leaned in. Took the fly of his pants in her teeth, pulled the cloth over the first button. Repeated the action with the second. The third. The forth. Now his coverall was open enough to allow her to get her face inside, to feel him. She breathed on his cock.

It was pointed all the way down between his legs. There was no way she was going to be able to liberate it from inside the pants without her hands or his help. The only option was to get him sufficiently excited that it would be uncomfortable for him to maintain the position. Eventually, he would get impatient and release his cock himself. At least she hoped so.

She reached her tongue out and licked him. She only had access to the top of his cock, but she paid particular attention to the ridge of his head, just accessible at the bottom of the opening of his pants. She moved her neck to push her tongue in deeper. She didn’t care how wet his pants were getting. She breathed on him again.

It was having some effect. She could feel him starting to get a little more solid, less flaccid. He shifted his ass on the table, rocking his hips a little forward, trying to release the pressure slightly without succumbing and helping her.

Nikki kept licking. Moving her head eagerly. Showing him she wasn’t going to give up. Wasn’t going to provide him that kind of satisfaction; no, she was going for a different kind.

Finally, he laughed. “OK girl! I get it. You want it, you can have it.”

He reached down and liberated his penis from inside his coverall. It jumped to attention. Hard. Nikki was pleased. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. She immediately took it all the way into her mouth, burying it deep into her hot maw. She heard him sigh and she felt a warm upwelling of pleasure. He had resisted her charms, but now he was clearly glad she had approached him. Nice.

She started to really work it. She was getting tired, her jaw aching a bit. But she leaned over, her back like the letter ‘C” as she sat on the bench, between his legs, hunched over his crotch. She slid her head up and down, fast, working him, squeezing him with her cheeks, sucking. She took him all the way down her throat, and then swallowed, so he could feel the tightness around him. She licked and sucked and rolled him in her mouth.

Nikki realized she had never even seen this cock. It had been so close to her face when he took it out of his pants she hadn’t seen it. And she didn’t even really remember what this guy looked like. But she could feel him in her mouth. A little smaller than average, not as thick as the first one or as long as the third. But hard now.

She tasted his flavor as she worked her head up and down. Subtle, this one. Maybe having had his cock in another girl’s mouth made his flavor less strong. She didn’t know. But he was distinctly masculine.

Nikki’s neck and shoulders started to ache. This was not the best of positions. She was regretting having sat on the bench in front of him. Maybe if she had gotten down on her knees on the floor he would have stood in front of her. She wished he hadn’t told her not to use her hands. She really wanted to support her weight with her hands on the table next to him. Would he notice? Maybe she could unclasp them from behind her back, maybe he wouldn’t care. She had to. This was not sustainable. Her back muscles screamed from the tension.

She unclasped her hands. Didn’t move them at first. And then slowly brought them around. Used them. Ahhhhh! That did feel better. Now she could move up and down by pushing into the table with her hands. She did that. Hoping for some kind of change. Something that would indicate that he was getting close. Or at least closer.

She kept going. Moving up and down. She started counting. Each stroke. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10… maybe he’d finish by the time she got to 100. Maybe. She could always hope. She counted to 20, then 30. She tried to tighten her mouth around him, use her tongue more. She wished he would hold her head, guide her, use her. Not make her do all the work. She lost count. Started over. Got into the 60s. Lost count again. Started a third time. Couldn’t he cum already?

But he was just leaning back and relaxing. He was taking his time. She could feel him laughing at her effort. Showing her. He had infinite patience. She wasn’t going to be able to do anything. This was going to take as long as he wanted it to take. She tried to think if there was anything else she could do.

She took him all the way deep into her mouth and just moved her tongue up and down. Feeling her tongue curling up, tracing the line of his vein. Moved it up and down. Maybe if she didn’t move her head at all, he’d have to reach down and move it for her. She tried it. Held him still in her warm wetness.

It worked. He reached down, clasped her head in his huge hands, one over each ear, and pulled her head up and down. She relaxed into his grip, opening herself and letting him push her down, deep onto him, letting him cut off her breath, make her choke, but sticking with it. Tears came to her eyes, but still she kept herself open and accommodating. She had survived the Serbians, she could survive him.

Finally she felt it. He picked up the pace. Started to thrust. Pushed deeper. She could feel the rumble of his cum traveling up from his balls. She was so relieved. So happy. Ohhh. Please! Just cum already.

And he did. Erupting with a roar. She could tell it was his second cum of the evening, he didn’t have much volume. But there was a lot of momentum behind what came out. It hit the back of her throat making her choke. Nikki could feel the muscles of her esophagus contract, she almost felt as if she was going to throw up. But she concentrated on relaxing, and she took it.

He pulled her head off him. And threw a token down on the floor.

“There you go, bitch. Go get it.” He and his buddy laughed. “Do him next,” he ordered, pointing at the guy sitting next to him. “She’s good” he added, turning to his friend.

Nikki nodded and moved over to her fifth guy of the day. At least it was only his second go. And he’d just watched a really long session. But her jaw ached, her neck and shoulders felt like fire, and her back was stiff.

She was relieved when she saw the guy slide down off the table onto the bench so he could lean back against the edge of the table and she could kneel in front of him. Much better that way.

He seemed nicer too, opened his pants and took his cock out, straightforward and easy. He watched her open her mouth, lean in, and take him as far into her mouth as she could.

He was HUGE. Thick and long, already hard. He had to have one of the biggest cocks she had ever tried to suck. She could barely get the head into her mouth. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but with her jaw already stiff, that’s how it felt. Her mouth was full. Impossibly, incredibly full.

She decided to concentrate on the head. Just lick it, suck it, swirl her tongue under it. So what if she couldn’t get it very far in? He had to be used to that and he seemed pretty excited anyway. Nikki did the best she could. She wrapped her right hand around the base and just moved up and down on the head as much as possible.

She had seen girls try to get away with this technique as a blow job in training. She knew it was unacceptable and didn’t meet facility standards. As far as the trainers here were concerned, a blow job did not involve hands. But there was no way she could do it any other way! He was just too big.

She kept slurping at his cock, trying to lick as much of it as possible. She could feel some reaction. He was clearly enjoying this. And as long as he wasn’t complaining, she was okay. She could feel him getting more excited. He started to move his hips, pushing a little more.

As much as she had wanted the last guy to put his hands on her head, she really didn’t want this one to. He was almost choking her as it was, she didn’t know if she could take any more, didn’t want him to try to see if she could.

Then the moment she had dreaded came He reached up and put his hands on the back of her head. Held her steady as he thrust deeper.

Almost immediately she felt her muscles react, tightening; she was choking. Couldn’t help herself. It was just so much cock, she couldn’t take it. But he wasn’t stopping. He didn’t care what her reaction was, he just wanted to drive himself deeper. And so he did.

He pushed. Deeper. Harder. She remembered the test from earlier in the day. Surely he wasn’t going to make her pass out. He was at least letting her breathe, pulling out so she could inhale, and then exhale on the next stroke. She sputtered. Choked again. But still he thrust. Harder. Deeper.

And then, almost without warning, he came. She tasted it more than anything else. Suddenly her mouth, her throat, her sinuses, were all filled with the acrid flavor of cum. Sharp, salty, earthy. She couldn’t tell how much there was, but it was strong. Surprisingly strong given how mild his smell was. She swallowed.

He gave her the token, and she sat back slightly stunned.

Nikki looked around, hopeful that perhaps she was one of the last slaves to finish. Then she realized – this was this guy’s second cum. Clearly there had to be more guys who hadn’t started their third yet. He couldn’t be the LAST.

Sure enough, there were a few workers who had moved to the other end of the cafeteria, their three tokens already given out. The majority of the others were being serviced now. But there were a couple of available workers.

One of them noticed that Nikki had finished up.

“You done with her?” He addressed the guy she had just done. Not even worth talking to her, she was just a slave.

“Yeah, sure. Go for it.”

At least the guy was eager. That was a good sign. But this would be her 6th. She was exhausted. Her body ached. And she felt kind of queasy.

“Common girl. We’ll take it nice and easy. I think you can coax the third one out of me.” He sat on a bench and she kneeled in front of him.

He was completely flaccid. That was NOT a good sign.

She took his soft cock into her mouth and held it tenderly on her tongue, letting him feel the warm caress. She shifted her tongue under him, rocking him gently. Sucked a little bit, but mostly just let him rest it there, feel her. He seemed like an ordinary guy. Not old, not young, not particularly well endowed, but not tiny either. Just normal. A nice heft to his cock.

She felt him stir against her tongue. What a great feeling. A feeling of power, of raw sex. Great. She moved her tongue so he could feel it. Licked him. He started to grow. She bathed him in her warm saliva and felt him continue to grow. Felt him expanding. She sucked. He grew more. She licked. He was fully erect now. She could slide easily up and down.

She moved at a leisurely pace, just allowing him to slide softly in and out of her mouth. She knew this might take a while. More than a while. A long time. But she could be patient. She didn’t want to be too energetic. Conserve her energy. That had been the mistake with the first of the two friends, her fourth for the day. She had worked too hard early on in the hopes that it would make him fast, and he had been too smart for that.

She knew this was his last blow job of the day. He probably didn’t have access to slaves every day, might not get another one for a long time. She wanted it to be nice for him. She wanted to do a good job, really please him. She moved her tongue faster than her head, trying to vary the sensations, give him something to remember. She let the saliva pool in her mouth and let him push the thick wetness of it. She sucked and swallowed, letting him feel the muscles of her throat work on him. She licked in straight lines, in circles, from side to side. In long motions, in little fluttery ones. She tried to do as much as possible, give him everything she had.

She could feel him enjoying it. He was making little noises. When she did something he really liked, took him all the way deep into her throat, or pressed her tongue into the tender spot below his glans, he moaned. He gasped as she increased her pace. Sighed as she slid her hands up his thighs to hold onto his hips. And as she moved her hands onto his ass, he spread his legs wider, responding, enjoying, inviting.

He didn’t order her to do it, but she slid her right hand down under him and delved into his flesh, finding the spot between his buttocks, his tender anus. She just touched it lightly, and she felt his body stiffen, tighten, his cock jump in her mouth. She was encouraged. Applied a little tiny bit of pressure. Gave him a little more. He groaned, spread his legs wider, and lifted up slightly.

She moved her finger down to gather some of the saliva that had pooled under his cock. Wet her finger with it and slid back down to his anus. Her finger now slippery with wetness. She pushed into his sphincter, testing it. He was holding it tight, but she felt it change, push out against her finger, felt him push to relax it and she slid her finger in.

She knew he wanted it, he was offering it up to her, but he hadn’t commanded her to do it, it was all her initiative. She wasn’t sure if that was okay, but this was the best way she knew to help him get to his third orgasm of the day; she would directly stimulate his prostate.

Nikki reached her finger deeper, past the first knuckle, deeper still, as deep as she could reach. Then she curled up, and felt it, felt him respond. It was so hot and tight in there! She could feel his cock deep in her throat, stroking in and out, and the reciprocal action of her finger deep inside him.

He moaned. Grunted. He was pushing for it, she could feel him building towards a climax. He thrust even deeper into her throat, and with a little strangled cry, sounding like a bird with a hurt wing, he released a tiny drop of cum onto her tongue. A small orgasm, but an orgasm none the less.

She relaxed her mouth around him. He eased out of her, gingerly. He clearly felt a little sore, she was sure he didn’t want to go again!

She took the token from him. Her sixth. It’s true there were more workers there than slaves, but not that many more. Probably enough that on average they could have each gotten 4 tokens. But Nikki had 6. She had done so well. Had made each of the guys cum as fast as possible. She had given them pleasure, but done it efficiently. Except for the delay with the fourth one, when he held her off, she had really done a great job.

Nikki sat back on her heels. Exhausted. Her jaw aching, her back muscles on fire. But pleased. Pleased that she had been able to do so well.