Making Change

*Slurp*

Lucia audibly sucked back the line of saliva dangling between her boyfriend John's thick cock and her lips in an effort to prevent it from dripping onto her tank top or his pants. She grinned salaciously up at him from where she knelt on the hard tile floor, before bobbing her head back down the length of him again with a contented giggle.

She felt his whole body tense moments before she heard the jingle of the bell attached to the front door of the convenience store where she was currently on shift. Both she and John froze in place behind the counter at the cash register, waiting for an opportunity to separate without arousing suspicion. The back shift at the 24-hour store was normally dead quiet, allowing John to visit Lucia for a blowjob or two after his own night shift bartending down the street. Lucia stayed perfectly still with John's penis half way in her mouth, not wanting to betray her presence with a *pop* when his wet cock exited her mouth.

Lucia looked up into John's eyes, and he shook his head imperceptibly, signaling that the coast wasn't clear. Almost immediately, she saw him look up and make eye contact with the customer, an awkward smile on his face.

"Player's light please." the customer, unseen to Lucia from her position on the floor behind the counter.

"Uh... sure." John replied, reaching behind himself awkwardly without turning his hips away from the front. His erection began to wane slightly with nervousness, and Lucia unconsciously swirled her tongue in response, causing him to quiver.

"Uh... how much?" The customer asked after John handed him the pack of cigarettes.

John stammered, glancing around for some sign of a price list in front of him. Lucia held up eight fingers, still grinning up and John around his shaft. "Eight dollars." John replied.

"Wow, that's a great deal!" the happy customer exclaimed before heading back out of the store.

"Holy shit," John breathed with a sigh of relief as he watched the customer disappear from sight. "that was hot!"

Lucia laughed, her mouth still full of dick, and began to deep throat, bobbing her head hard and fast. John groaned, and placing both hands on the back of her head, began to thrust in time with her bobbing. In short order, he was clutching her shoulders for balance as he pumped his thick, hot load down her throat. Lucia swallowed it all, and came back up smiling, despite gasping for air.

"Now put that away before I have to suck it again!" Lucia said, playfully slapping his half erect cock with her hand before straightening her clothing and standing back up.

Leaning in, Lucia planted a small closed-mouth kiss on John's cheek while he tucked himself away, and then turned her back to him, snuggling up while facing the door so she could see if anyone else came in.

"Oh my god baby." John said, still shuddering in post-orgasmic bliss. "That was so fucking hot."

Lucia smiled over her shoulder at him, saying "Good! I'm so glad you liked it!"

The pair has been conducting their ritual every night they were both on shift, and found it mutually satisfying, as it helped to pass the time, as well as the sexual satisfaction it provided.

"Its just a shame that I never get to see you topless when we hook up at work." John mused. "Your tits always look so incredible while you're sucking my cock."

Lucia, still grinning, arched her back into him, thrusting her ample breasts outwards towards the door. "You mean these tits?" she asked rhetorically.

"Those would be the ones." John replied, reaching around her with both hands to cup each heavy breast, squeezing and kneading them gently.

"Mmmm, that feels good." Lucia sighed, grinding her butt into John's body. Through the thin material of her leggings, she could feel his cock begin to harden. "Does somebody need to be sucked off again?"

John only grunted with lust in reply, taking a hand off of her tits and placing it on the back of her neck. Pushing her forward, John bent her over at the waist, until she had to turn her head sideways and rest her cheek on the counter to avoid smashing her nose.

"What are you doing?" Lucia asked without surprise or urgency. "You're going to get caught!" she added in a chiding tone.

John ignored her, and pulled down her leggings to her thighs, exposing her bum and pussy from behind. Lucia shivered at the cool air on her already soaking pussy, but made no move to intervene. Without taking any time for formalities, John dropped his pants and boxers to the floor by his ankles, and holding his breath, slid his thick cock into her, all the way to the hilt. They both exhaled with mutual pleasure as Bill held himself deep, adjusting his hands so that one held her down by the back of her head, while the other grasped her by her ample hips. Satisfied with his position, John began to thrust, pumping his dick into her at a steady pace, pushing home with grunts of pleasure each time.

"Oh fuck me baby! Fuck me!" Lucia gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure as John's large dangling balls slapped loudly into her on each thrust.

Despite the discomfort of her position; with her cheek pressed into the cold glass where the lottery tickets were stored, and the pain of her breasts being squished into the edge of the counter, Lucia felt an orgasm quickly beginning to grow within her loins. The possibility of being caught in the act, combined with the primal way in which John had his way with her stoked the fires of her lust and she was soon panting and moaning in ecstasy. In just a few minutes, her back began to arch and she felt her vaginal walls begin to spasm as she surrendered herself to an earth-shattering orgasm.

Lucia barely had time to come down from her climax before John grasped a handful of her hair and turned her around. "Get on your knees, I'm about to cum!"

Lucia obeyed, spinning around and dropping to the floor once more. Looking up at John's face as he stroked himself to the finish, she opened her mouth wide, but almost immediately caught a blast of cum directly into her right cheek, where it ricocheted up and over her lashes onto her eyebrow and forehead. As she adjusted her position, bringing her mouth closer to catch his cum, a second shot hit her in the upper lip, and careened along her left cheek. Finally able to trap his tip with her lips, she felt his cum surge into her mouth, tasting its salty warmth as John's pumping fist bumped off of her chin. Lucia cooed happily as she swallowed a mouthful and slurped the last remnants from his head. John shuddered, leaning back against the wall behind him as he panted for breath, his chest heaving.

"Fuck you look hot with my cum on your face." he said, grinning.

Lucia giggled as she posed while kissing the tip of his cock, still sticky with her own juices. "I love wearing your cum." she used a finger tip to wipe some of it from her cheek to her mouth before sucking it off. "And tasting it."

John smiled down at her. "That's because you're my perfect little cocksucker."

Lucia beamed with pride and blew him a sticky kiss. "I'm proud to swallow your cum so often!"

Luckily for them both, they remained undisturbed as they put their clothes back on and Lucia cleaned off her face in a small pocket mirror.

"Well I'm headed home to catch some shut eye." John said with a yawn. "I'll see you in a couple days?"

"Uh huh." replied Lucia with a smile. "I'm here till five this morning, so I'll be sleeping the day away tomorrow. Sweet dreams!"

* * * * *

Lucia yawned as she awoke the next afternoon from her much needed post-shift rest. Stretching every inch of her body, she limbered up like a cat, her toned curves arching and stretching as she languished nude in her comfortable bed. Glancing over at her cell phone, she noticed a blinking light, indicating a new text message. She reached over, and picking it up saw that she had a text from her boss, Adrian.

We need to talk.

Lucia yawned again, wondering what the text was about. Assuming it was something that could wait until she was showered and moving, she ignored it for the time being, and padded barefoot to the bathroom. Following a hot shower, she got dressed and put on make up, by which time she had totally forgotten about the text. It wasn't until she was getting groceries later that evening that she remembered it. Since she was just around the corner from her store, she headed directly there, hoping to catch Adrian before he left for the day.

The glass door jingled as Lucia walked into the store. Adam, the cashier on duty looked up and nodded to her as she walked towards the small back office.

"Is Adrian still in?" Lucia asked him.

"I think so." Adam replied before returning to his comic book.

Lucia smiled as she walked through the store room, past the shelves of extra junk food and toiletries towards the door of Adrian's office. Pausing as she reached it, she knocked softly, then grinned to herself as she heard Adrian shuffling inside for a moment before he called for her to come in. Probably jerking off back there, she thought with a chuckle.

Lucia walked in to find her boss looking vaguely uncomfortable seated behind his desk in the small cubical room. He appeared to be hunched over his computer, its screen turned away from the door. Definitely jerking off, thought Lucia, smiling at the thought. She maintained that smile as she asked him why he wanted to talk to her.

"It's no laughing matter, that's for sure!" he replied sternly.

Adrian was 38 years old, a bachelor with a small beer-belly and a receding hairline. Lucia knew he was lonely, and had often caught him staring at her chest when she worked. She knew from experience that he had very little sense of humour, and took the running of the shop very seriously.

"Okay then." Lucia responded, no longer smiling. "What's up?"

Adrian, normally unable to make eye contact with Lucia for any length of time, looked confidently into her eyes. "How did your shift go last night?"

Shit, thought Lucia. What did he know? "Quiet." she replied. Had somebody caught her and John and called in a complaint?

"Oh really?" he replied with disdain. "Were you aware that I installed security cameras last week?"

Lucia swore under her breath. "Shit."

"Indeed." Adrian replied. "And what do you suppose I saw when I reviewed the tapes this morning?"

Lucia blushed, and looked at the floor in shame. "I don't know." she whispered.

"I think you do." said Adrian, "But why don't I show you anyway?"

He reached up and spun the monitor to face Lucia. She looked at the screen, and saw herself, face pushed into the counter while John fucked her from behind. Lucia felt Adrian's eyes on her as she watched, ignoring him as she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She continued to watch as John spun her around by the hair and shot his cum on her face, where the video paused. She looked back at Adrian.

"I'm sorry." she muttered.

"Its too late, sorry." Adrian replied, mocking her. "You're both fired."

"But..." Lucia began.

"No!" Adrian cut her off. "You're both fired... unless..." he let the word hang in the air, heavy with implication.

"Unless what?" Lucia finally broke the silence.

"Unless you make yourself useful to me." Adrian replied.

He watched her closely for her reaction. They both knew precisely what he meant. Lucia stood chewing her bottom lip, but did not storm out as she considered the prospects of trying to find a new job before her next rent payment was due. Lucia nodded, the tiny movement almost imperceptible. Adrian smiled, and pushed himself back from his desk, revealing the fact that his pants were around his ankles, and his rock-hard erection jutting up from between his shirt tails.

"Come around here and put it in your mouth." he said, his voice wavering with nerves as he gripped his cock by the base and pointed it at her. "Unless you want to get fired along with John."

Lucia stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes as she contemplated which fate was worse. Without a word she walked around his desk and sank to her knees in front of him, his dick just inches from her face. She examined it up close the first time; he was about average size with a bulbous head, his shaft somewhat crooked with an upwards bend. His crown was angry red, evidence that he had been stroking himself for some time prior to her arrival. Hopefully that means he will cum quickly, she thought to herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Its just a cock, she thought, you've sucked plenty before.

"Quit stalling." Adrian growled, reaching out and grasping Lucia's head by her ponytail.

Lucia opened her mouth as he pulled her towards his crotch, but was surprised when rather than entering her mouth immediately, he began to slap and rub himself against her lips and cheek. She could smell the musk of his sweat and the bleach-like aroma of his precum as he smeared it onto her face. He groaned and she looked up at him, making eye contact as he watched his dick smacking her cheek. She shuddered as he grinned malevolently down at her.

"Don't pretend that you don't like it." he said. "I watched you sucking John's cock. You loved every second of it."

Lucia remained silent rather than argue the finer details of the difference between being forced to suck her boss' dick and pleasuring her boyfriend. She merely stared up at him, mouth held open wide, determined to show no emotion at all while he used her mouth. Finally, he paused, rubbing himself against her and pointed his meat at her parted lips.

"Suck it." he ordered.

Like a mindless automaton, Lucia lowered her mouth onto him, taking him half way to the hilt and then bobbing back up, setting a repetitive if unexciting pace that she knew would bring him to climax as quickly as possible. She left her hands resting on her thighs as his hand guided her up and down his shaft. After about a minute of this, Adrian began to complain.

"No. No. No. This is all wrong!" Adrian said, pulling on her hair so that his cock plopped wetly from her mouth and so she was looking up at him. "You need to suck me like you were sucking John. Act like you want my cum!"

Lucia sighed. "Its not quite the same situation though, is it?" she asked. "I'm not exactly here because I want to be."

Adrian's face twisted with outrage. "You better start wanting it, unless you want to be fired!"

Lucia looked up at him, his cock glistening with spit an inch from her mouth. Fuck it! she thought. I don't need this job that bad!

Before she could express that sentiment out loud, Adrian escalated his threat. "You'll be fired, John will be fired, and I'll post that video online for everyone in town to see!"

Lucia's nostrils flared as she considered the seriousness of his threat. She believed him. Shit. She was going to have to play ball. "If I do this," she began, "I want you to delete that video right..."

She never got to finish that thought. "Shut the fuck up and eat my dick." Adrian ordered, grasping her head in both hands and impaling her mouth on his throbbing erection.

Lucia choked audibly at the sudden intrusion of Adrian's head against the entrance to her throat. Instinctively, her hands moved to his thighs to try and push away, only to have Adrian bat them away in turn. "Keep your hands behind your back." he ordered as she pulled back and wretched slightly.

Lucia loved letting John face fuck her, but that experience was always collaborative, with his relatively gentle thrusts working in time with her own bobbign head. She immediately realized that this wasn't what Adrian was into, as she clasped her hands behind her head and felt him pull her back unto his shaft.

"Take that dick you fucking whore." Adrian muttered under his breath as Lucia gagged on him.

He pumped her head onto his lap, jerking himself off with her mouth. While Lucia could deepthroat fairly well, Adrian's upwards curve and the width of his head triggered her gag reflect hard, and in short order she found herself coughing up thick throat slime all over his shaft and balls. This clearly turned him on.

"Moan on it." he said, holding her deep. "Moan like you want my cum."

Lucia's response was more discomfort than lust, but the noise she made seemed to satisfy him and he let her pull back long enough to gasp for air. Drool cascaded from her mouth, connecting to his manhood in multiple sticky strands. She looked up through red-rimmed eyes just in time to see Adrian spit down into her face. She flinched away from it, and he laughed as he pulled her back onto his cock.

"Yeah. Yeah! Choke on it!" Adrian muttered as her body convulsed and the puddle of drool running down his balls grew. He aggressively used her head as a fleshlight, turning and twisting it to create new sensations. His moaning and verbal abuse grew louder, and she became worried that Adam - or a customer! - might hear them. But those worries were far away compared to her concern for drawing the next breath.

Pushing her back, Adrian stood, his office chair wheeling away behind him. He held her face in his hands as she gasped for air, leaned down slightly, and spit in her face again, holding her so she couldn't flinch this time. He laughed again at her obvious disgust, then rubbed his flared crown on it, smearing the spit on her cheek. "Treating you like the slut you are." he stated before slapping himself on he forehead and nose.

Lucia's cheeks were hot with shame, and she felt tears running down her cheeks from choking on the squat cock he was now stroking in front of her face as he leered down at her. She was disgusted, ashamed, and... aroused? Lucia suddenly realized she was wet. Soaked even. She shuddered as Adrian groped her left breast with one hand, reaching inside her tanktop and bra. He squeezed it and then pinched her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, then looked up to meet Adrian's gaze. She could see he knew. He knew she was turned on.

"Beg for my cum." he ordered gleefully. "Beg for it you slut."

Lucia hated him. Hated herself. Because she did want his cum. Her body wanted it, and had betrayed her. Her lips parted to speak, and she shut them again, trying to reject her desire. He landed a stinging slap to her cheek that startled her, but made her pussy pulse with deepening arousal.

"I said fucking beg for it." he ordered again.

"I want your cum." Lucia said, looking not at his eyes, but at his dick as he stroked it in front of her. She sounded unconvincing, even to herself. She looked up at him and tried again. "I need your cum, Adrian. I need you to feed me your load."

That was as far as she got before he plunged into her mouth again. Pulling her head tightly to his crotch with two hands, he leaned over and frenetically humped her face. With short, ragged, vicious strokes he pummeled her mouth, and her drool ran down her chest freely as she gagged audibly on his meat. His own breath bellowed as he clearly neared his climax. Lucia tapped his legs, desperate for a reprieve, but he ignored her until suddenly, finally, he stood upright and, still holding her head, thrust his hips forward as he exploded.

"Yeah!" he yelled far too loudly. "Take it! Take it!"

His cumshot was like a cannon. The first jet rocketed down her throat and she gagged on it instantly. Overwhelmed, she tried to pull away and failed. As she choked, the second load shot right out of her nose, splattering the base of his shaft and the floor. If he noticed, he still didn't care. He thrust in time with each blast, and she managed to chug down the much smaller subsequent pulses. She swallowed, her eyes watering and nose burning from his cum.

He pulled back finally and tilted her head upwards with his hands. She sniffed, but could feel cum on her upper lip, where it had obviously exited her nose. He laughed at her. "You're such a whore you've got cum leaking from your holes." he sneered.

Lucia closed her eyes and grimaced as he rubbed himself all over her face. Finally he collapsed back into his chair, satiated. Lucia looked up at him, feeling ashamed and humiliated, and watched as he, for her benefit, deleted the video of John fucking her.

"Happy?" he demanded. When she gave the slightest nod in return, he repled "Then get the fuck out of my office, whore."

Lucia looked down at herself as she stood and began to walk out. She was a disaster. Her tanktop and jeans were stained with drool and droplets of the cum that had shot from her nose. She was sure her makeup was equally destroyed. As she rushed to leave, Adrian called to her.

"Stop." he ordered. She turned to face him and he pointed to the corner of the room. Lucia's gaze followed his finger.

"Fuck." she said as she saw the camera. Her eyes blazed as she looked back at him.

"Call it an insurance policy." he said. "Every time you blow me from now on, I'll delete the previous video for you."

"Evidence of your crime?" she suggested.

"Evidence that you're a whore." he spat back. "Want to risk it?"

"Fuck you." she replied.

"Don't tempt me." he said with cocksure arrogance. "Or I'll bend you over the desk next time and fuck your ass."

Lucia stormed out. "See you tomorrow!" Adrian yelled as a parting shot.

Lucia's cheeks burned as she left the store. Adam didn't say goodbye. It was obvious from the way he avoided her that he had heard enough to know some of what had happened. Lucia had never been more mortified in her life. And yet. She knew she would do it again. Because deep down she knew Adrian was right. She was a whore.