Chapter 1 - Start The Day Off Right (blowjob, deepthroat)

Devi strode into the room and kicked the door closed with her foot, letting it slam behind her so she could dump the grocery bags in her arms onto the coffee table. She’d been able to afford the essentials with her stipend, along with some snacks and such, which was really all she needed while on duty. 

The room itself was well-appointed, at least in relation to the other stations she’d worked; there was a full refrigerator in one corner, much better than the beaten-up mini-fridge at her last posting, along with a black futon along one wall that was more comfortable than the bed in her apartment. There was a low wooden coffee table, too, that matched the futon, and a little TV on a cheap entertainment center. The room altogether was maybe ten-by-ten, about the size of her bedroom, which was a palace compared to the three-by-six stall she’d been in last time.

Devi tossed what needed to be kept cool into the fridge and arranged the rest of it in the little cupboard beside it, then stripped down to her underwear. Her reflection in the small mirror on one wall caught her eye, and she drank in the sight of herself: rich dark skin, sapphire-blue hair, a body like particularly wide hourglass. She hefted her massive tits, each one the size of her head, jiggling wildly in her G-cup bra. A quick turn revealed most of her body to be of the same sexual excess, between her thick thighs and absurdly-full ass cheeks, each one wobbling obscenely with every step she took. The body mods the Relief Agency had given her had really only accentuated her natural shape, but she was thankful nonetheless for them, biting one of her plush lips and feeling her pussy moisten at the sight of herself. 

A sudden chime from a speaker on one wall brought Devi out of her self-admiration, and a giddy thrill shot through her. Massive tits bouncing with each hopping step she took, the young woman hurried over to the wall and pressed a button in answer. A panel in the wall slid out of the way based on the choice the person on the other side made; this time, it revealed a simple hole in the wall about five inches across and lined with smooth nylon to avoid any scratching. The fellatio hole, then—a great way to start the day, Devi thought eagerly, dropping to her knees. 

She didn’t need to wait long, either. A moment or two after the panel slid aside, a twelve-inch cock slid through the hole at exactly mouth height. Devi leaned back a bit, but it didn’t stop the fat cockhead from meeting the specially-designed flesh pillows that were her lips. She smiled, giving it a kiss and feeling slick precum dribble onto her lips, which she swiped up with her tongue, savoring the salty stickiness of it. Without further preamble, she took the tip into her mouth, relishing the blowjob to come. 

“Would you mind being quick?” A woman’s voice came through the wall, sounding slightly strained. It was a breech of gloryhole protocol, since Devi now knew it was Sandra, the dark-skinned futanari in the apartment justbelow her own, but it didn’t matter much since everybody knew Devi was the Sex Relief Worker in their complex. “I actually have a lunch date in a bit, I’m just trying to blow off some steam so I’m not too worked up when I get there.” 

Devi shrugged, since it wasn’t like she had anything better to do. And besides, if she really went to work, she figured she could drain Sandra’s balls in a minute flat. Lifting her chin and popping her neck, the young woman reached up to massage her throat a little, taking her time to prepare herself. She would give Sandra the vacuum deepthroat of her life, but she wouldn’t hurt herself doing it. 

“Sorry, is this going to take a while—nnnghofuck!” 

Without warning, Devi opened her mouth and sucked the futanari right down to the base, hilting the fat cock in the slick flesh of her throat. The textured meat of her gullet was second to none thanks to the mods the agency she worked for had given her, lined with soft folds that clung and hugged the dickmeat she was servicing. Nothing could beat skill, though, and she swallowed over and over, the muscles of her neck wringing the cock like a patented sex sleeve. 

In moments her blowjob had reduced the futanari in her mouth to a quivering mess, her footlong breeding rod twitching madly in the improvised cocksleeve Devi had made of her throat. The futanari groaned madly, trying her best to thrust her hips and finding herself unable to, locked in place by Devi’s powerful suction. The Relief worker herself simply enjoyed the stimulation, every inch of Sandra’s fuckmeat grinding against small pleasure points that had been added to her modified throat to help her enjoy her job. 

All told, the whole thing was over in about a minute, give or take a few seconds lost to the warm haze of oxygen deprivation that was settling over Devi’s mind. She’d been trained to deal with it, of course, still allowing her full control over her slightly elongated tongue as it swirled and stroked the futanari meat she was working, but it did add an extra layer of perverse pleasure to her service. She released a little, letting Sandra move her hips again. The futanari gave a powerful thrust, pumping into Devi’s throat once, twice…

And then she popped, her cocktip gushing thick, hot semen right down the Relief worker’s gullet. Devi pouted as much as she could around twelve inches of stiff fuckmeat, wishing she’d been able to taste of the syrupy cum that was being dumped into her tummy, but it was more important that Sandra got her relief, so she let the futanari bury every inch down her throat again, swallowing dutifully. The movements of her specialized muscles wrung and coaxed every last drop out of the virile ball-juice out of the futanari, and when the flow finally lessened, Devi slowly drew it back out until the tip came out with a suckling pop! 

“Th-that was… wow,” Sandra groaned, carefully withdrawing from the gloryhole and doing her jeans back up. “I am definitely coming to your next party.” 

Devi giggled softly and replied, “Feel free to just come in, whenever you have the free time. I do even better at the right angle.” 

With those parting words, she let the panel on the wall slide shut once more, concealing the relief station from the rest of the world. Another day, and another satisfied customer. Devi loved her job