Chapter 02 – Just Need Some Money

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I spent weeks thinking about working for Keith. I sure as hell wasn’t happy about the fact he came on me, but the money was really good.

I finally got to the decision of it wasn’t going to happen again. I wasn’t that desparate and where I was naive last time, going in willingly was very different.

A month or so passed and as it started heading into the colder weather by the end of October, my hours at the cafe started to dwindle. Nothing new there, it was seasonal for a reason. I had put a little money aside and was doing very small odd jobs for the local old folks. A few old ladies needing rooms cleared and nothing sexual thankfully!

Then, sitting in the common room, my friends were talking about next summer.

“We absolutely have to go, it’s our last summer together before we all leave for uni.”

“When are tickets out?!”

I piped in, “Tickets for what guys?”

“Glasto, obviously! Rumour is Foo fighters are headlining. We are definitely all going.”

“Tickets for the weekend are only £450, Dad is buying mine.”

This descended into them all planning it out and what they would need but ultimately, their parents would cover the lot.

“Dude, get it sorted. You have to be there!l”

I mumbled I would try but money was tight. Maybe I would get birthday money for it.

They continued to chat while I stewed over the financials.

Yeah the tickets were £450, but travel costs, a tent, food and booze. It was not going to be cheap. I had about £200 squirreled away but nowhere near the maybe £600 target.

Could I go back? Would he even pay that kind of money? Maybe, I could really promote my services and not need Keith.

Determined to not degrade myself, I use the college computers and made a quick poster. Printed off some copies and went home.

I checked in the shed for a stapler and headed into the local housing estates and town centre. Stapling as many as I could with my number and ‘No job too small!’

I had about three weeks before tickets were released so I needed to earn that money sharpish.

A week and a half later, I had managed to get £50 quid from a few jobs but still nowhere near what I needed.

My phone buzzed. An unknown number had sent a text.

“I see you’re after more work. I have a few jobs you can do 😉 k x”

Exactly, what I had been dreading. Hoping for, but dreading. I didn’t go to him was my only solace.

“I am but I need big money by the end of next week. I am available to do a few jobs but only if you have what I want.”

I tried to be vague and not actively suggest anything sexual in the vain hope he wouldn’t want anything like that.

“How much we talking? It is gonna cost you as much as it is me…”

Great. No dodging it I suppose.

“I need around £400. What will it cost me?”

“Oh that is a lot isn’t it? I have a few ideas but you will find out when you get here. 3pm, dont be late and check the back gate.”

Well, that’s pretty ominous. I looked at my mates laughing and reading up on the other acts being rumoured and confirmed and decided it would be worth it. It can’t be that bad whatever he has planned. I will grit my teeth and bear it.

College finished at 2:50 and I headed over. I got to his right on time and skirted around his BMW to reach the back gate. There was a note and a large envelope on it.

PUT ONLY THIS ON AND GET RAKING

I opened the envelope to a jockstrap. A piece of material bayrampaşa escort to go round my waist and essentially a pouch for my cock to sit in.

It wasn’t freezing but it was way too cold for just this item of clothing. I nearly walked away but I really wanted the cash.

I couldn’t be seen behind his car so I hid behind it and quickly stripped and put it on. My nipples were rock hard from the breeze, I had goosebumps all over and frankly, the cold was tightening my arsehole a treat as there was no protection there.

I pushed open the gate and saw the rake. There were a lot of leaves from the tree im the garden so I got to it.

I didn’t want to acknowledge it but I knew he was at his window again. I caught a few glimpses and he wasn’t even being subtle as he was clearly wanking himself hard.

I ignored him as best as I could and carried on raking, starting to shiver in the cold. My cock had shrunk inside itself. This was demeaning.

“Just think about Glasto, you’re doing this for Glasto,” I chanted to myself.

I finished raking and headed to the back door. As I went in, he was waiting for me. Completely nude but flaccid. That could mean only 1 thing.

“I spilt some hand cream again,” he giggled. “You’ll need to clean it up.”

I went in and there it was. Bigger than last time, dollops on the window and the sill. How did I not notice last time what it was?

“Have you got something to wipe it with?”

“Of course,” he moved his hand to my mouth and pushed two fingers in and poked my tongue. “That should do nicely.”

Shit. Did I want the money that bad? Bad enough to lick up old man cum?

I found myself turning round and bracing myself as i poked my tongue out to the mess on the window.

I tried to get as much as I could to end this quickly. It was still warm and had a slightly gloopy texture before a mildly salty taste. I swallowed it and licked up some more. Desparately trying not to think about it and ending this act before it could register.

“Fucking hell you little cum hound. Look at you go. I knew you loved it.”

I ignored his words, I was not enjoying it at all. My pace being mistaken for enthusiasm was not ideal but maybe this would be all he wants me to do.

I moved to the cum on the sill, only a few globs here and it would be over. The mildly salty taste was now quite strong.

I could here Keith belittling me from behind, calling me a cum slut and a very good boy. I was earning his money well.

I was finished so I stood up again. “So, is that all you needed Keith?”

“Oh no, dear boy. You’re about halfway. As you’re my employee, I do think you should call me Sir.”

“Sorry Sir, what else can I do to help?”

“Well, in that drawer is your uniform for cleaning and there is a duster waiting in the living room.”

He then left with his cock waking back up. No longer flaccid but not erect yet. I went to the drawer in question and had a look. It was a little french maid outfit and some heels.

Was he taking the piss? It was one thing with the cum. After last time I almost expected it but dressing me up. He hadn’t paid me yet though and I wasn’t letting all the degradation so far be for nothing.

I kept the jockstrap on for all the good it did, and put on the tight dress. It fit a bit snug and left the bottom of my cheeks very visible. The top had padding and gave the impression of cleavage çapa escort where I didn’t have much in the pec department. There was a bonnet and I put on the heels, somehow he had my size.

I looked in the mirror and saw what I had become. If my friends ever found out, I would be traumatised. They would never appreciate what I did for them.

I wobbled out and down the hallway. Unsteady in the heels. I timidly put my head through the living room doorway.

Keith was there on his sofa, fondling his cock. At about half mast, it was nothing impressive. 4 inches and a standard girth but room to grow.

“Oh you little slut, you look stunning.”

He beckoned me further into the room and made me spin.

“Look at your tight little cheeks, lovely. The tv stand is so dusty, it hasn’t been touched since you last did it.”

I looked and it was pretty bad and could take a while. He was gonna get a hell of a show while I cleaned it.

I bent to clean the screen and only then realising doing so spread my cheeks. Keith could see my puckered hole from this position. Nothing for it but to dive in and get it over with.

I could hear him playing with himself and fapping noises as he got himself going again.

I tried to ignore it as I cleaned and got to the point where I had to reach inside the frame to get to the back.

I knew I was vulnerable here but hopefully it would be no worse than last time and I would barely tell.

Keith took his chance as I thought he might. Soon pressed up behind me but I could tell his cock was there now. Slippery and rubbing against the pouch of the jockstrap he kept grinding to me.

“Not much left to clean, I need to finish quick.”

Keith got braver and moved his cock so it was resting along my crack, the tip at the base of my spine. I started to panick about how far he was going to take this. Mercifully, he just rubbed against me and showed no sign of pushing further.

I could feel his movement increase in speed, he was clearly enjoying my arse crack. He started to jerk and he pulled away so his head was against my hole. Then the warm feeling happened as he groaned. His cum splattered my arsehole and dribbled towards my balls in the pouch. He didn’t last long as this was his second load.

I pulled away but still kneeling as he then held me in place as my head exited the frame.

“Hold on, no cum goes to waste in this house.”

He scooped the cum dribbling down me and moved his fingers to my mouth but this motion caused his cock to return to my crack again and smush the cum around my hole.

It tasted the same but much warmer than before but his fingers were searching for my tongue to wipe the cum on. Once he was satisfied, he scooped up more and repeated the act,

He then rubbed his fingers around my hole to rub the cum in and scoop up what was left. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant but not something I wanted. He then put his fingers in my mouth one last time.

“Suck them clean honey. Make sure there is none left.”

He moved me round to face him so I was sat on my heels, kneeling. He forced me to look at him as he made me suck his fingers. He looked in bliss and stared deep into my soul while my tongue circled his fingers desperate to end this depravity.

“Oh sweetie, you missed a bit.”

He gestured at his spent cock, where some of the cum he rubbed on my arse was now situated. The tip was juicy and fındıkzade escort some on his shaft.

“You have to clean it all remember.”

I closed my eyes and quickly sucked the tip and swirled my tongue to collect the cum quickly then slurped the last drops on his shaft. His cock didn’t have a taste other than the cum. I was expecting it to be gross but it felt like a non event and less of an issue that I thought it would be.

“You have certainly earned your reward sweetie, let me go get it.”

He quickly waddled out the room, very happy with himself, leaving me kneeling on the floor.

He came back with a fistful of cash. “I think you deserve a tip.”

He pulled me up to my feet. “Lets get you out of those clothes first.”

His hands found my bum and felt up to the collar of the jockstrap which he firmly pulled down. My cock was released, completely flaccid as this had not been remotely enjoyable.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” he pouted, looking at my cock which was at eye level now due to pulling the jock strap down.

“We will need to do something about that if you’re getting this tip!”

He then swallowed my cock whole with no warning. Not that difficult since I was flaccid but he went to town in it with some considerable skill.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the black screen of the telly. A blurry vision of me dressed as a french maid with a old man deepthroating my cock. I just wanted it over to get the money.

To help him out, I started thinking about the girls at college. One in particular, Olivia.

A 5’4″ bombshell. Blonde and curvy, the right level of flirty,

I pretended it was her talented mouth working magic on my cock. It helped as I got to full mast. A shade under 7 inches and girthy.

Keith was now slurping and gagging trying to take me in his throat. He was clearly a pro being hampered by the fact I wasn’t invested. Olivia in my mind helped but the blowjob still took too long.

Keith slaved away and eventually got me there. Taking every drop of my cum in his mouth.

He swirled my tip one last time and then pulled away. He stood up and put his hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to his. He forced his tongue between my pursed lips and shoveled my cum into my mouth.

I stopped resisting and resigned myself to my fate. Hating how his stubble rubbed against my chin, how my cum differed from his as it was much thicker.

I begged for this to be it. He surely can’t want anymore from me.

He finally pulled away, swatted my arsecheek. “Fuck me, you make me so horny. I feel like a teen again. You ever need money, I have a ton in my pension but you’ll have to earn it! I will text you when I want something too.”

He led me to his bedroom, then went out the back to grab my clothes that had been left out there. He watched me as I changed back, staring intently as my body was back on show before being covered again. He then handed me the money and said again that there was always more for a hot little thing like me.

I left as quickly as I could thoroughly ashamed of myself. I walked the road to mine as I lived close by. Not letting go of the money and trying not to address what just happened.

I went straight to my room and counted the cash. £600…

Keith had paid for the whole thing. I hated every second but once again, this amount of money was crazy and would have taken a month and a half to earn at the cafe.

I hated it but it wasn’t so awful this level of money wouldn’t sway me.

The next morning, I caught up with my friends and gave them the cash for my weekend pass.

“Who did you suck off to get this?! I thought you couldn’t afford it,” they laughed.

“You don’t know the half of it…”

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