C*mslut (Hired)

by B. Sobjakken

“We’re getting off-track. The problem is I have hyperspermia.” Frowning, I fight the urge to move my chair away. “Okay, is it contagious? If so, then condoms are required.” Jackson laughs, and Tyler’s face does that flushing again. I’ve clocked it as embarrassment, it’s kind of cute. “I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with the term.” I apologize. Giselle sighs, and I glance at her. “Hyperspermia is when a man ejaculates an excessive amount of cum.” My eyes widen, my heart skipping a beat. Her lips twitch, knowing precisely what I was thinking. “And by excessive, you mean?” “Like chugging a water bottle at a time, if not more,” Jackson explains. Turning back to Mr. Hastings, I try to hide my excitement. “Okay, and what else?” He swallows, watching me warily. “I’ll require it multiple times daily, preferably every few hours. Preferably always in your mouth. I will take care of myself in the mornings since it’s usually more because of the gap while sleeping.” “Always in my mouth? What about my pussy?” Mr. Hastings blinks, caught off guard, and shakes his head. “Condoms can not hold the amount I produce. It will leak no matter how we try.” I lick my lips. “And what if I didn’t want to use condoms?” He pauses, and I take the opportunity to counter the offer. “I’ll allow you to take fifty thousand off the deal if you use my pussy in the mornings. I’m on birth control, and my last test was Monday. I haven’t been with anyone since, and my results are clean.”