Chapter 2683 Hand Job Slut:>Ep13
- The customers kept coming, and she gave them all hand jobs, for twenty dollars, as usual. But she no longer let the semen go to waste on the floor or on the wall. Whenever possible, she would catch it in her palm, and swallow it down. When Charlie came back two hours later for his mulligan, she gobbled down his second load, scarcely smaller than his first, as well. One time, for a young fellow with a stubby penis, she leaned forward and caught his ejaculations directly in her mouth. His eyes widened into saucers at this, as he had never seen Nancy do that before. She gulped down his pearly sauce as if it were mother's milk.
- With each load of spooge that she swallowed, Nancy felt the emptiness, the hollowness within her, diminish more and more. It shrank, it shriveled, it became groggy, it lost its potency. Eventually, it went completely to sleep. She felt as good as if she had spent an hour riding the hairbrush and had brought herself to a thunderous orgasm. She wondered how well she would feel if she could do both: swallow the semen AND frig herself to an orgasm. She might have to try that some day.
- She had just finished off another customer, getting him off with a triple fork-finger backwards lindy hand job (a rare and sometimes dangerous maneuver), and had again swallowed down every drop of his ejaculate. He had left, and she again turned her minds eye down into her being to see how the hollowness was doing. It was pretty deeply asleep by now, which was of course good, but suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt her stomach lurch. She felt as if she had been punched in the gut! She doubled over in pain, clutching her abdomen and letting out a loud groan. She broke out in a cold sweat, and her heart raced and her head pounded. She leapt off the toilet and lifted the lid, kneeling in front of it. Not a moment too soon, as she immediately hurled a long, slimy white stream of vomited jism into the toilet. It was pearly and white like the semen that she had swallowed, but mixed with green phlegm and bits of ramen noodles from her dinner several hours ago. She spewed and spewed, her stomach contracting with pain. When it was empty, she continued to dry heave for several more minutes. Finally, she sat on the floor of the grimy ladies room, cold and clammy with sweat, her abdominal muscles crying in pain, tears in her eyes, and her mouth and esophagus burning with stomach acid.