NC #8: Here I Go Again
#8 of November Challenge Stories
When you have to be accredited for your whoring license again, and you have to go through the same time loop over and over again until you find what your client wants...well, it's a good way to get multiple sessions in without any downsides.
November Challenge story for myself.
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Here I Go Again
November 8th: Stuck in a Time Loop
Adrian smiled as he tasted the salty-slimy taste of cum squirting against the roof of his mouth. The monkey curled his toes around the shaft he was sucking, idly encouraging a few more squirts before the client was completely spent. Lifting his head back, he kept up the proper pressure along the shaft, sucking out the last of the seed that would normally remain trapped inside for a few hours, sucking it down with the rest with an audible pop as he dragged his head free.
The rhino groaned on the bed, and the prostitute chuckled as he rolled backwards, feet over his head before landing on the ground. His own cock swung down, foreskin-covered head tapping against his thigh.
"Lovely as always, Hugh," he said, sliding his dexterous toes across the floor and grabbing his dressing gown. "I assume you'll show yourself out?"
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute."
If only he knew.
Adrian smiled as he turned around, his long tail flicked high over his shoulders as he flicked the dressing gown into place. Far more elaborate than a robe - and much more see-through - it settled over his shoulders in a way that made it look regal, and the transparent material made it all too easy to see his ass swaying as he walked to the door.
Three...two...one...
The monkey stepped through the door, but rather than returning to the Crimson House, he felt the world twist around him. Against his will, his legs moved backward, carrying him back to where he'd been standing. His garment fell off him rather than onto him, and he front-rolled onto the bed, slamming his feet into the rhino's re-hardening cock so hard that it would have been a crippling blow, were it not for the fact that he was moving backwards through time as much as he was through space.
Of course, the sensation of seed ripping right back out of his guts rather than going into them was less pleasant, but it was over quickly, and he was back to bobbing his head. Though the motion was no different, it was still disconcerting to feel it happening in reverse.
Backwards, backwards, and now his head was off, his feet moving in slow strokes, a deliberate choice of a monkey to tease with such dexterous parts of his body. His tail curled around the rhino's ankles, and he had one foot in the air, stroking a finger along the bottom.
What had he said? He didn't remember as the words came out backwards, but Hugh went from smiling to frowning, so it must have worked at the time. Back, back, back, and he was crawling backwards, sliding back into his dressing gown once more, leaving it undone as he swayed his hips back and forth, showing off his cock, which was more erect then than it had been at the end.
Oh, was it strange to feel it whip up and show itself off, only to keep going backwards until time pulled his foreskin back over the tip and dropped his cock back down over his balls. The actions of the customer, going from excited to smug, then to neutral, were just as strange, but just as familiar at this point.
After all, Adrian had seen them a dozen times by now, and had felt the 'pleasure' of the time loop just as many times.
He walked backwards out of the room, feeling the odd sensation of swaying his ass in the wrong direction, before the doors closed in front of him. He closed his eyes, just as he had done before the doors opened, and felt his feet carry him backwards, backwards, down the hall and back to the dressing room.
He stood in place there, feeling time wind back the rest of the way, before stopping. It had taken no more than half a minute to go from the end to the beginning, but the entire session had been at least an hour. Adrian looked at himself in the mirror, the brown-furred monkey chuckling at his own lithe shape, knowing that his balls - so full now - would be spilling their seed over a rhino's chest again in a few minutes, probably with a massive load shot up his ass, too.
"Oh, no; I failed again. When will I learn?" he said with an affected laugh.
He could all too easily imagine all the other members of the Crimson House groaning at the display. Likely, they were. The time loop only affected this small part of the House, after all; it was meant as a training exercise, or - in his case - to make sure that one accredited member of the brothel House was properly trained for what they did. All he had to do was read the client right and give them what they needed.
But why do that, when he could just do this over, and over, and over, and over again, satisfying himself each time and then restoring his stamina to do it again? And it wasn't as if the client knew that he was being rewound.
Adrian kissed himself in the mirror, chuckling.
"Oh, you rogue. What do we think? Auto-fellatio before riding him? Or - no, no, we could have him sit on us..."
Of course, the 'answer' was to convince the rhino to let himself be fucked. A proper whore was supposed to know what the client needed and be able to convince them to let it happen. And he would...
Eventually.
For now, he still had to decide what he'd enjoy next. The loop was still going, after all.