The Blowjob App
This story is about a very simplistic blowjob given by Kat McNamara and the recipient is a very average, slightly older guy, since that might not be everyone's favorite type of pairing. It centers around an app that basically facilitates prostitution. Much of this story is exposition around that particular app and can be skipped if you just want to imagine Katherine with a cock in her mouth.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is real and everything based solely on fantasy. Any parallels with reality are entirely coincidental.Katherine McNamara angled the rear-view mirror of her rental car towards her face and parted her lips just a little bit, stretching them around her teeth so that she could guide the bright red lipstick with confidence and precision around her famous mouth. She pressed them together and then puckered them, her hazel eyes critically taking in their shape and finally lighting up when she found them appealing enough. After all, today was all about her lips. Today this famous actress would suck cock.
Just the certainty of that was enough to make her insides quiver and her heart beat loudly in her chest. Never before had a date been quite as explicitly predetermined and in a strange way it alleviated many of her usual worries. Would it work out? Would she like him? Would he say something dumb that makes her roll her eyes and decide against a kiss on the door-step? None of it mattered, the deal had been made, she would end tonight with a hard cock cumming in her mouth. She even knew that she had to swallow the load as per their agreement. And she finally understood the popularity of BlowJobbr.
The app started innocently enough about five years ago. Back then it was known as BagJam and served as a pretty simple tool that connected you with people nearby who would put out simple job requests like Craigslist. You could type in what job you needed done or you were willing to perform, the money required to do so and then connect with someone in the local area according to your preferences, anywhere from 1 to 20 miles away.
It didn't take long for sex-work to carve out its spot in that app and at first it was only tolerated. But then there was a widely publicized lawsuit where one of the sex-workers sued a senator who claimed to be set up and entirely oblivious to the supposed sex-act he should be paying for. The BagJam company never faltered and remained steadfast on the side of the sex-worker, winning the case for her with their team of industry lawyers and the treasure-trove of data proving the senator's involvement beyond the shadow of a doubt. From that point on BagJam was known as
the app for sex-work and everything else either disappeared completely or took a backseat to the adult services that were exchanged there.
The app became more widely known under the abbreviation BJer for obvious reasons and became infamous for connecting people for quick and easy blow-jobs with effortless and stress-free exchange of money. The media reported on the app and it started to appear in the lyrics of rap songs. The app grew and grew in popularity and the social stigma of taking part in acts of prostitution through it faded away over the years.
These days the official name of the app has been changed to BlowJobbr and while pretty much all imaginable sex-acts could be offered and bought there, blow-jobs still were the number one. Everyone had the app on their phone and some of them came with it pre-installed. Some celebs even got sponsored by BlowJobbr and appeared on large billboards advertising its services. It wasn't uncommon for girls who turned 18, the minimum age to be allowed on the app, to receive a BlowJobbr themed cake. It was pretty much expected that any adult person would engage with the app in some way and there already were a fairly large number of BlowJobbr millionaires who often headed sizable social-media empires.
Still, despite all of this Kat had never used the app and shied away from it, like many other female celebrities. The idea of being plastered over gossip sites as the latest celeb engaging in BJ-biz without even being sponsored was a deterrent since it had happened a few times already. The social stigma around offering sex for money was largely gone, but the media still reveled in the perceived downfall of a celeb who was found to sell her body, even though all of them could ask for tens of thousands of dollars and would still find eager clients in droves.
To make sure this first-time experience went as smoothly as possible Katherine had limited her potential client pool to males 40 and older since she pretty much never saw someone from that age bracket among the people asking for her autograph. Chances of being recognized were minimal. Her profile also consisted of carefully framed shots that never showed her face, but still advertised her lithe, long-limbed figure. The guy who hired her today, a 42 year old man who habitually ordered blowjobs and who had 29 positive reviews, had asked for a picture of her mouth and she had provided it, though also in the shape of a close-up that still hid most of her face.
She wasn't worried that he would be dirty or unkempt, the app filtered out guys like that easily. Similarly diseases were far from her mind. All around the world BlowJobbr branded clinics had been erected, some just trailers in the parking lot of a movie theater, others fully equipped medical centers in the best parts of town. Anyone engaging with the app had to get a free health-check before a purchased encounter in these walk-in clinics and the whole affair was completely anonymized and done within five to ten minutes, including waiting time.
Kat got out of her car and gave her outfit one last look. She wasn't dressed too flashy but still sexy to play her part: That of a young, cocksucking prostitute eager to earn her money. It consisted of a white, loosely knitted wool jacket with cherry applications, unbuttoned enough to transform even her modest chest into a very impressive cleavage with the help of a push-up bra, simple blue-jeans that were tight enough to cling to her lithe frame like a second skin, and open high heel sandals in black that showed off her toe-nails, their red color matching her matte lipstick.
She got her phone out of her pocket and swiped over the screen until she had her BJ app open. A quick tap to signify she was on location and then she saw a ping going out in real-time on a map of the area. A blue dot appeared with the location of her client. Katherine swallowed and briefly considered just turning back to her car and driving off. But no, she had come this far so she would go through with it. With new resolve she headed along the street in this barely visited part of town and then saw the café where her client was supposed to wait.
He wasn't hard to find. A stocky, slightly overweight man with thinning, short hair and a full beard that was peppered with gray. He wasn't conventionally attractive, but he also wasn't an eye-sore. Just a regular, completely mundane guy, about as average as they could get. At least he looked like he made an effort with his white button down shirt that was tucked into a brown leather belt, even though that way his gut was emphasized a little more than necessary. From his lapel dangled a laminated and slightly faded sign with his BlowJobbr account number. No one bat an eye at seeing something like that in public anymore and it was commonly used as an identifier for dates of this nature.
"Time to be a whore," Kat whispered to herself, biting her lip. Of course the way the app marked the clients and let the women approach was intentional, it allowed them to leave if the person did not match who they were chatting with or if they felt unease in any other way. Maximum comfort, security and simplicity for those offering services over the BJ app were the highest priority.
She walked through the rows of chairs and gave the man a smile and a wave. "Hey there. I am user #29K-BJ72. I think you're my date for today?"
His bushy brows raised and for two breaths he just looked up at her, his blue eyes wandering up and down her slender shape. Then he swallowed. "
You are the girl I hired!?" he asked in a hushed tone haunted by disbelief, "You are
so fucking gorgeous!"
She gave him another smile but then looked around. One of the waiters was glancing right back at her.
"How about we take this conversation and bring it to a more private place like we chatted about?" Kat requested and the man nodded eagerly.
"Sure! Oh my god, sorry, it's just..." He didn't finish his sentence and instead got to his feet abruptly, his chair creaking over the floor and gathering a couple more glances from people nearby. His shaky hands dipped into his pocket and he crammed out a crumpled up pair of Dollar notes, leaving them behind to pay for his coffee. Then he gestured for Kat to follow him.
"I've taken a few BJ girls here. There's an alley in the back where we should be totally undisturbed for our business." He seemed a little regretful as he added: "If I'd known you're this fucking hot I'd totally have sprung for a motel room to really be able to let go and enjoy it. You'd be
so worth it!"
Katherine let out a little giggle as she kept pace with him and shook her head. "Damn, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?" she teased him.
He physically cringed at that and gave her an apologetic look. "My bad. What was I supposed to expect though? No $25 blowjob I ever purchased does even come near to how hot you are."
Kat bit her lip. Another of those little tactics she used in order to keep a low profile. If you didn't want to be found out as a celeb you sure as hell couldn't go around asking for celeb prices. With a rate of 25 bucks for a bit of sucking she would fly under the radar of those guys who called themselves celeb-hunters and who scoured the app for anonymized but unusually sexy profiles that could be celebrities, often spending thousands in the pursuit of landing a lucky hit.
Her client brought her down a narrow alley that was lined with dumpsters on both sides. In the meantime he went on unperturbed: "You must be new to the app, right? I saw that you had no reviews yet. But let me tell you, someone like you can charge hundreds easily, maybe thousands. Even just for simple blowjobs."
He took a step into a niche between two dumpsters and gave her a nod while he began to fiddle with his belt, using his free hand to grope her cleavage. Katherine felt objectified and resisted the urge to pull away from the average looking man who was so clearly out of her league. Yet another part of her felt a flash of heated arousal.
This was what she was here for. She was playing the good little hooker. It turned her on and she was quite aware of her underwear clinging to her sex in that moment.
"Right here!?" Kat asked in disbelief, her foundation unable to hide the flush creeping into her cheeks. She could still see the street if she turned her head and sometimes saw a pedestrian walking by.
He nodded at that and shrugged, his hand moving down to grope one ass-cheek, then giving it a firm spank that made a soft little gasp come from Kat's red lips. "Worked fine the last couple of times," he said, "No one ever comes back here and if you scoot closer to suck my cock the trash-cans will block the view." The man pulled her closer by the waist and kissed her cheek. In her high heels Kat was a little taller then him. "We should be fine. Besides, BlowJobbr has pretty much won every case for public indecency. Even if we are caught they'd be on our side."
Kat grumbled at that but didn't want to make a scene, taking the fondling passively. She was supposed to be a lowly paid escort after all, and she definitely couldn't tell him that so much more was on the line for her and if she was caught she'd be ridiculed in front of an audience of millions.
"Fine," she said, exhaling exasperated.
And with that the long-legged girl sank down into a squat, putting her hands on his meaty thighs for support and looking up to him from her beautiful hazel eyes. New urgency made him widen his own eyes and he quickly dropped his pants, pulling his boxers down. The man still looked like he couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was stroking his cock slowly and Kat looked down on it with curiosity. This wasn't a pornstar's cock, this wasn't some oiled up, immaculate, perfectly shaped designer-dick. It was average, maybe a little on the small side. Perhaps three and a half inches, maybe four if he made the effort and lost some weight. The pubes were trimmed messily and dark and he was cut. You could tell that he had great familiarity with the jerking motion he performed right now.
Katherine put on a seductive smile and shook her head, her hand coming to rest on the back of his. "Ah-ah," she made, shaking her head, "That's my job. After all you pay me the big bucks to take care of it."
He swallowed and lowered his hands to his side. Kat saw the wedding-band on his finger. Then her focus shifted entirely to his cock again. Her long fingers carefully seized it and she made a fist around it. She felt it throb against her palm and he was clearly turned on by her.
With a look up to him she confirmed it, seeing his wide-eyed, almost panicked expression. He wasn't used to looking down and encountering a face that could easily decorate magazine covers. Few men were. Slowly Kat moved in and she extended her tongue, broadening it and licking from his balls up and along his shaft, right over the ring she had made around his base with her thumb and index finger in order to control his dick. A salty, sexual flavor filled her mouth and she smacked her lips. This was the genuine experience. No perfumed crotch, no blowjob right after he took a shower.
With a lip-bite of resolve she moved in again and this time she parted her lips, took him in their embrace. She felt the way he started to throb with more urgency as he got to experience that slick, wet warmth of her mouth. Kat sucked on his dick and let her saliva wash over it, using her tongue to slither all around the bent shaft and bulbous head. More of that salty flavor came off the soft, warm skin and she then pulled back, sucking hard as she did and creating a plopping sound upon his cock's release. She watched it bounce four times right before her face and resisted the urge to spit out her salty saliva, instead gulping it down reluctantly.
"Mmhh fuck..." she heard him moan and just the pure lust and arousal in his voice made her shiver. She felt powerful, being able to rock his pathetic fucking life with this little act of sultriness. He'd probably think back to this for the rest of his existence, and somehow that made her feel in control, even with her squatting down and the flavor of cock filling her mouth.
"Please... more..." he breathed out, barely able to form complete sentences. His hand reached for her cheek and pulled her in, but Kat slapped his palm away and grinned up while slow-stroking him with her other hand.
"Easy there. My rules," she purred, giving the head of his cock a fleeting little kiss and giggling when she saw it bounce two times again. He lowered his hand and Katherine nodded. "Now we can go on."
And with that she dipped down and took him into her mouth once more. The salty taste was mostly gone, washed off by the first attack of her tongue, and what remained was that elusive and somehow always different taste of cock itself. A bit like sucking on the back of your hand on a summer-day, yet still very different.
This time she was giving him an experience, her head moving down and taking him into her mouth completely. With his small size she didn't even have to gag, though she felt the warm swell of his dad-bod stomach against her forehead each time he went down. The previously redheaded blonde bobbed her head and felt strands of her long hair tickle the bare skin of her chest in her low-cut top as it dangled back and forth in the sexual motion. She sucked eagerly as she did this, sometimes giving way to a squelching noise when her lips lost their seal around the small cock.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna..." she heard him say and to her surprise his hand moved to her head. She frowned as he pushed her all the way down and let out a muffled sound of protest, letting him feel her teeth and slapping her hand against his thigh. He winced, but then she heard something else.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" a male voice behind her said in a thick, New York accent. The actress froze and ceased her protest, staying all the way impaled on the cock with his hand holding her down, hiding her face from the newly arrived onlooker.
Kat's client sounded out of breath and his voice was shaky as he replied: "Just a BlowJobbr encounter. We'll be out in five minutes."
The other man sighed and Kat could pretty much hear the head-shake as he agreed: "Jesus Christ... Five minutes. Then you clear out. Don't want any mess around my place." He tossed a garbage bag into the dumpster beside them with the rustling of plastic and the clunk of glass against steel. "Damn. You must have paid premium for that one. She seems super hot."
Kat's client let out an uneasy chuckle and his hand patted the back of her head proprietarily. "She's worth every penny though. Loves to suck cock."
"I can tell, the little whore can barely look back at me. I might have to check the area on my app them. Definitely one I wanna connect with." And with another guffaw the door creaked and fell shut. They were alone in the alley again.
The client's hand let go of Katherine's head and she pulled back. "Sorry about that. Figured you'd want to remain anonymous," he explained himself and Kat rubbed her jaw. It felt a little sore after feeling the entirety of his dick jammed into it.
She gave him a grateful nod. "Thank you. Do you think you can finish?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm gonna explode the moment you suck on it again!" he almost sighed.
Kat grinned and lifted her brows. "Show me," she challenged him with a teasing purr.
And with that she dove in and put him into her mouth with enough urgency to push his back against the wall. She sucked him off rapidly and firmly and within a few seconds she already heard him whimper: "Slow down, easy, please... I can't-"
And indeed, he couldn't. Katherine felt the way he exploded in her mouth, felt him pulsing and gushing cum right on her tongue. She welcomed it all with slower, more precise sucking motions, using her tongue to softly milk it all out of him and swallowing as she went along. Once his orgasm had ceased Kat slowly pulled back and once again released him with a plopping sound. She grinned up to him eagerly. Her matte lipstick was rubbed off and glistening with a sheen of mixed cum and her own saliva. She got back up to her feet and gave him a wink. "See you another time. Maybe." she whispered, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
With that she turned around and left him in that alley, his pants around his ankles, his cock quickly softening against the air. When she reached her car Kat's phone binged and she got it out. She smiled at the notification. That was her first five star rating. And she'd probably get a few more of those. Because she never felt more alive than right now, with fresh cum still flavoring her tongue when she licked her lips. Yeah, the rush of being a whore for one night was addicting. No wonder the app had taken off like this.
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