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“Wh– what in God’s name is she doing?”

“Oh, fuck… THAT’S what I’m talking about…”

Willa didn’t miss a beat when she cast a glance around the edge of her folded bonnet at the pair of conservatively-dressed women who had just tiptoed into the dimly-lit alley. In lieu of a greeting, she decided to instead use her lipsticked-purple tools of the trade to slop on a fresh coat of ooey-gooey, bubbly spit onto the curved pipe she had sliding back and forth across her tongue.

“Sch-luurrp– !”

As her messy, red-headed braids bounced off of her shoulders while she worked, Willa started to amplify her performance for the bolstered audience. She arched her back inward, pushed her hips backward, and got lower down on her haunches so that her pasty, freckled booty would jiggle every time her lips sloppily smooched the base of the glistening cock pistoning inside of her slobbery mouth. Within the warm and sticky confines of her cockpolishing vacuum chamber, Willa ran her tongue up along the underside of the rock-hard kielbasa that she was servicing with the practiced pomp and circumstance only a professional like herself could execute. She flicked her eyes up and batted her lashes seductively at her client just from under the upper lip of her traditional Amish black bonnet – looking only somewhat contradictory to her current circumstances. As expected, she was rewarded with the arching, strained eyebrows and dropped jaw of yet another suited businessman about to pay her extra for blowing their load onto her face instead of the previously-shaken-upon throatpie.

Having worked her please-glaze-my-face-mister magic, she watched the telltale gesture of her customer’s hand drifting down to the base of his cock and prepare to dislodge it from the vacuum-seal of her mouth. After a wet ‘pop!’ that reverberated off of the dirty brick walls comprising the romantic venue, Willa found herself face-to-dick with a slippery pecker receiving a hurried one-handed wax job. In anticipation of the fruits of her gurgling labors, Willa licked her lips. Knowing she’d have a moment before she had her pale, freckled face painted white, Willa glanced down the length of the dingy alleyway so she could eye up her two newest onlookers. One of the two she recognized immediately as her kid sister. Edna still looked chubby and embarrassingly eager, and dressed in what was clearly her attempt at a ‘slut’ getup: A hand-sewn red dress dress that, in despite sporting a plunging neckline that showed off her well-endowed chest, otherwise, more closely fit the profile of a ‘night gown.’ Perennially Willa’s biggest fan from when they were girls, she noticed Edna had failed to catch a dribble of drool that ran down from the corner of her agape mouth. Willa rolled her eyes.

Willa wasn’t acquainted with the other girl, and from the looks of it she might never get the chance to change that. The poor thing looked as though she may turn on a heel at any moment and scurry her way all the way back over the hills and dells, back to the seven-hundred strong Amish community the three of them came up in. Her blonde hair was neatly tucked back into a ponytail beneath her head covering, which meant there was nothing to hide her timid gaze and flushed pink cheeks. A couple of her pearly whites were sunk into the plump bottom lip that she was nibbling on anxiously. The prayer covering overtop her hair was undone, though, so at least she was trying, Willa conceded. Just as she parted her lips to say something to the rapidly shrinking blonde, Willa was immediately greeted by the salty-sweet and utterly familiar flavor profile of a rope of milky Englisher brand spunk. She lived for the the feeling of it’s Elmer’s glue consistency melting across her tongue as it was in that moment. A chill ran up her spine.

“Mm-pfh– Fuck yes, cum on my face…” Willa groaned as she whipped her focus back onto the man she was supposed to be doing some contract cocksucking for. She could hear an audible gasp from her captive audience that she strongly suspected was from her newest blonde fan girl. She didn’t blame her for the surprise. “Cum on my face” isn’t exactly a commonplace turn of phrase from their shared hometown, and was probably the first time the poor dear had ever heard such manner of vulgarity, Willa surmised with a grin. The blonde girl’s gasps of awe multiplied while Willa’s smile widened into an open-mouthed, tongue-out “Aaaah!” as her customer’s throbbing cock ultimately unloaded up across her face. Wondrous ropes of white flew fast past Willa’s vision, which soon became impaired by a lengthy line of man-gravy streaking over one eye, the gooey glaze gluing one of her painted eyelids shut. More of Willa’s milky reward splattered against her lolling tongue, sperm-spackled her freckled cheeks, and even criss-crossed against her forehead. The bulk of the man’s busted nut, however, wound up flying too high – just shy of the tempting target that was Willa’s face. By the time her mark finished his business, relaxed, and slumped back from the kneeling knob-rocker, the whole underside of Willa’s black bonnet was dripping with the man’s spent seed. Sticky stalactites of semen oozed down from the headpiece’s brim to further fertilize the smiling slut’s well-glazed face. Willa took a deep breath and plunged forward, deepthroating the freshly-spent meat down to the man’s lipstick-stained balls. The effect, expected as it was, never failed to please the working girl.

“Ooooooh-FuuuUCK! E-easy girl, easy! Aaah…” crooned the sucked-off suitor, knees knocking under the sudden sensation of his sensitive, post-orgasm schlong thusly consumed. Willa did take it easy on her way back up, but couldn’t resist both curling her plump lips around the client’s cock and applying solid suction, evidenced by her sunken cheeks, all to ensure the man’s meat was left nice and clean following the fervent fellatio. After she let the juicy dicktip ‘pop!’ free from her purple-painted lips, Willa planted one last wet kiss to the underside of the slowly-softening shaft; a farewell treat to the satisfied customer, along with a handy wet-wipe to clean the many layered rings of the redheaded whore’s dark lipstick from his spitshined tackle. The task at hand completed, Willa relaxed off of her arched feet and down onto her knees, turning her head once again to smirk at the blonde.

“What’s the matter, honey? Never seen someone get a facial before?” She began, her tone of voice saccharine. It was plain to see the salacious show she’d put on had made quite the impression on her two new gal pals — Edna stared with a lustful twinkle in her eyes, tongue dumbly licking her trembling lips, while the blonde girl had turned away entirely, gaze cast to the ground (but from her beet red face, Willa was sure she’d seen the bulk of her knob-polishing performance).

“Look, if you can’t even watch me working, I’m not sure why you came he– !”

Her chiding was cut short by a hard leather sole pressing into the back of her covered head and the ground rushing up to meet her face.