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You, the prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, a stranger from another world, a magicless nobody in an expansive sea of magic users, were fucking broke. You weren’t from this strange land and only arrived with the clothes on your back and without a single penny to your name. The headmaster who “oh-so graciously” allowed you to stay in the rundown dorm, apparently wasn’t gracious enough to spare a few madols, or whatever their form of currency was here again.
You were tired of going to bed hungry and not being able to afford some form of luxury goods to make your whole situation just a bit more tolerable. There weren’t many options to choose from since you weren’t too familiar with the world you currently resided in. And you refused to go to anyone, especially Azul of all people, for a job. Not like you’d be hired here anyways.
After much mulling over, you were forced to think outside the box and come up with a quick and easy job that’d offer a decent pay role, was within your skill sets, and wouldn’t take up too many hours of your precious study and errand running time.
So, of course you chose to open up a glory hole and get paid to suck some college dick.
It was easy. You found a secluded area at the Ramshackle, a room located at a corner of the dormitory, and remodeled it ever-so-slightly it be your main base of operations. You cleaned up the room, set up a chair and small table area, and made sure to board up any windows or unwanted holes. When that was done, you created a single, round hole to the outside for customer use and another slot-shaped hole that would allow money to be inserted in it.
On the outside, where the two holes were, you had set up a sign of sorts that simply explained the rules of your business, such as how it was completely anonymous, how consent was important throughout and that you wouldn’t do certain things, and how special requests were allowed (for an extra price of course). All the customer had to do was show up, put the money in the slot (along with any written prior requests) and slip their member right in and you would do the rest.
All in all, you have a pretty good business going for you, with a steady influx of customers just lining up to get their dick sucked. After a while it just became routine as you raked in the dough every week. You could finally afford to pay for a daily meal for you and your feline dormmate, with a little extra to spare.
And as for the customers? Surprisingly, most were civil and followed the rules, despite the diversity among them. Of course, you got the typical, no-face student who’d stop by, pay, and then leave. At some point they all just started to blend together. However, on those few occasions, you’d get those customers that seemed all to… familiar.
Such as one customer who had become a regular as of late. You had a hunch that you knew this customer, recognizing the bundle of red hair in his pubic region and his rather dickish (excuse the pun) nature. He was far from one of your favorite regulars, but would come back almost weekly in order to get a taste of your delicious lips wrapped around his hard member. He could be rough, thrusting suddenly, mocking voice muffled through the dilapidated wall while you gagged and tried not to puke. He’d tease and even insult you in what you can only guess was his attempt at dirty talking, but squeezing his base or pinching his swollen head usually got him to shut up. You’ve also learned that denying him an orgasm until he apologized also does the trick… for the time being that is.
Another notable customer, and one of your personal favorites due to his tipping rates, was one who owned a darker, smooth phallus. This one was well groomed and a bit on the smaller size, but made up for what it lacked in size through eagerness alone. It was sensitive and didn’t take long to get up, or cum, usually resulting in you having to go more than one round before they were fully satisfied. You were sure you recognized this customer and his cheerfully, boundless energy. He was one of the more active customers, and one of the noisiest, moaning and crying out praises as you licked and sucked on his sensitive head.
Sometimes he’d get a bit too eager and start to near face fuck you if he got impatient. But a gentle bite and a firm grasp to the base of his cock got him settled once more. A pitched whine and quiet apology had you going right back to deep throating him until he was cuming with a high pitched keen. The third and final orgasm of the night. As you cleaned up the mess, he shove bunch of madols into the slot while complimenting you on a job well done, promising to come back soon.
Although, not all customers were quite so generous with their tips. One stingy customer would only ever pay the exact amount owed and not a single cent more or less. This one was rather rigid during his first visit and extremely quiet, but seemed to struggle to keep any moans and whimpers from slipping out. You finished him off and he left without a single word or tip. This had irked you for some reason, as a familiarness pulled at you, but you shrugged it off.
That is, until he came back a few days later. You recognized him due to his well kempt member and ocean fresh scent. With a mischievous smirk, you decided that this time around you’d tease and deny him any release, opting to give no more than kitten licks to his tip and graze your nails along his balls and base. Soon his cool façade was crumbling as he whimpered and begged for you to just let him cum already. You relented, but only after he deposited a few extra madols into your slot. And because he was such a good boy that time, you even swallowed every drop he gave you and bid him farewell with a kiss to his still sensitive head.
But sometimes a lack of tips or infrequent visits was not due to a customer’s stinginess, but rather, simply due to a lack of funds available. There was one client who had visited rather early on when you first set up shop that rarely comes around. You knew he couldn’t afford this sort of luxury because during one of his later visits, he came up a few cents short and had panicked, cursing under his breath and fumbling in his pockets for the missing madol, until you informed him it was no big deal and you were willing to give him a discount. You liked this particular customer and found his dick unique among those you’ve slobbered over, it being rather thin and clearly non-human. He’s the only one of your regulars that you give this discount to, and the only one who laughs when you play with his balls, so it was worth the lower payout.
Not all clients were memorable due to their pay range either; some just burnt themselves in your memory based on eccentricism alone. Like with the well groomed and very, very vocal customer who’d spout poetic appraisal at you whenever his cock was throat-deep in you. This one was a strange one, always had a new request every time he visited, some of which were just plain strange. To list off some of your personal favorite based their ridiculousness, and not whether you personally enjoyed doing them: Gargle both of his balls in your mouth. Just his balls. He came without your mouth ever touching his actual dick. Only use your teeth, not tongue or lips, to gently nip and scrape along his shaft and head. Again, came from that alone. The guy even requested a footjob once! And you actually did it! At least you got tipped big for that one… And his cum tasted surprisingly pleasant compared to most of the others you’ve gotten.
With all that in mind, the customer you had tonight was one you hadn’t seen until today. You stared in shock at the rather enormous, thick cock in front of you. It was dark, with small, spike-looking ridges lining either side. It wasn’t completely human, that’s for sure and admittedly, it looked rather intimidating. But, you were always up for a challenge, so you wet your lips and got to work. He hadn’t made any special requests and was waiting silently on the other side.
You started by licking slow, deliberate strips from his base up to the tip, being cautious of the spikes, before swallowing the head. You sucked and slurped as much of him as you could given his size, running your tongue along his length. He didn’t make much sound, aside from a few hums and deep groans. You smirked and continued your work. What you couldn’t fit, you stroked with both your bands, feeling the rough, ridged skin of his large dick. His strong, distinct musk was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes back and try and stuff as much of him as you can down your throat. You don’t care that you were practically slobbering and moaning like a whore around his member; dignity be damned! You wanted to absolutely devour this man and you were determined to take him all!
You couldn’t manage to get all of him down without breaking your jaw in the process, but you did succeed in making him cum with a gluttonous growl, his seed spurting into your eagerly awaiting mouth. You panted, mouth open wide and tongue sticking out with some stray semen dripping onto the floor. He tucked his member away and tipped you kindly. You were still riding on that high by the time another customer popped his dick in.
You really hope to see him again real soon.
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You thought fondly of the memory from last night, beaming happily to yourself while you sat at the courtyard, enjoying a nice vanilla popsicle. Grim was sat next to you, busy enjoying his own meal of supreme tuna and paying you no mind, which couldn’t be said for the other students around you. Their attention was focused solely on you and the way you lapped at the melting frozen treat.
You pretended not to notice and went along licking, sucking, and slurping away. At one point you suddenly deep throated the melting dessert in an attempt to prevent any drops from spilling, only to cause some stray, milky white drops to make a mess of your mouth and cheeks. It dripped down your chin and you onto your lap. Oh well, you’d wash that out later, right now, you were busy enticing your next set of customers.
You giggled, wiped your mouth, licking the remnants from your hand, and continued sucking off your ice cream treat while the clearly horny students around you made mental plans to meet you later that day to get their own sweet cream sucked out of them.