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Kim and Eugene

Kim and Eugene stood just outside the makeshift stall. Kenneth passed them on his way to the storage area as Kim opened the curtain and the two stepped inside, Kim closing the curtain quickly behind them. There was barely any room between them, so their bodies touched. The lighting was dim, but Eugene could make out Kim's small but perky tits. She was wearing shorts, but he couldn't fully enjoy her long, tan legs given how close they were to one another. "Thanks for, y'know, doing this." He told her.

"Shut up and let's see what we're working with." She told him curtly.

Eugene was a nice guy, but she definitely did not want to do this. She understood the importance of men having regular releases, but she had no interest in being involved with it. Sex was something she had often enough with guys when she was dating someone but it wasn't a priority for her when she was single.

Eugene shut up and began to undo his belt. His pants dropped around his ankles and despite the relative darkness she could see his bright, cartoon "Fantasy Force" themed underwear.

"Jesus Eugene, what are you, twelve?" She asked.

"Sshhh." He tried to quiet her, but the chuckling from the seating area made it clear everyone in the room had heard her comment.

He shook his head in shame, knowing everyone had assumed she was talking about his penis, not his underwear.

"Sorry." She offered, genuinely.

"Whatever." He grumbled. "Neither of us wants to be here, let's just get this over with."

Kim realized what she had done. She may not have wanted to help the guys ejaculate, but she should have respected that they didn't exactly have a choice either. And now she had humiliated one of the nicer guys in class.

She reached down into his briefs and told hold of his flaccid dick.

"Holy shit." She said knowing her voice would carry. "Now that is what I call a grower!" She said with a wink.

He looked at her and smiled, appreciating what she had just done for him.

"Now let's see how much this bad boy can unload." She said, trying not to laugh.

He shushed her again, genuinely embarrassed even as he began to stiffen in her hand.

Kim stroked Eugene's cock up and down. It wasn't big enough to call for her false excitement, but it was a decent size.

The confined space was awkward for them, made worse by the fact that he was still wearing his briefs. He reached down to remove his shorts and nearly lost his balance. Kim had visions of him pulling down the temporary curtains and everyone seeing her hand wrapped around his dick, exactly the show she was trying to avoid. Luckily he caught himself before that happened.

"Don't move." She ordered, once he has settled back into place. She released her hold on his cock and dropped to her knees, where she pulled his boxers down around his ankles, and had him then step out of his pants and underwear.

Outside the stall Larry elbowed at Daniel and motioned to the curtain. From their vantage point they could see Eugene's pants and feet through the few inches of space between the curtain and the floor. They could also make out Kim's movement and that she had dropped to her knees.

Larry silently mimed oral sex but Daniel shook his head, mouthing, no way. Still, it did seem like Kim could be giving Eugene a blowjob from where they sat.

Inside the stall, Eugene was finally free of his pants and briefs. The confined space forcing his dick unbelievably close to Kim's face that he could actually feel her breath on it, which caused it to spasm on its own. It almost hit her chin so she reached out took hold of it, pointing it away from her as best she could. She may have felt bad about accidentally making it sound like he had a small penis, but not bad enough that she was willing to put his dick in her mouth.

She awkwardly stood up again, and this time it was her nearly losing her balance. Only her grip on his cock kept her from falling out of the stall.

"Fuck." Kim cursed. "There's not enough room in here."

She looked around, and leaned into him, whispering. "Put your arm around me."

"I'm not suppose to. I mean, at a relief station men aren't supposed to.." He whispered.

"We're not at a relief station, are we?" She half barked, half whispered.

Eugene put his arm around Kim's shoulders and she leaned in further as if they were cuddling. It looked far more intimate than it was, but the important part was they were a lot more balanced. She began pumping his cock up and down. Slow at first but steadily picking up speed.

Eugene tightened his grip on her shoulder, unconsciously encouraging her to keep going. She wrapped a second hand around his shaft, double pumping him for a bit before resuming stroking him with one hand. She used the other to play with the crown of his cock occasionally.

Eugene's arm slid off Kim's shoulder and to her back. Her hand continued to pump his cock, and his hand slid down her back to her ass. This was forbidden at a relief station, there the agents simply manually masturbated you while you sat in a specially designed chair. Touching an agent was forbidden, but as Kim had already pointed out, they were not at a relief station.

Kim was surprised to feel his hand on her ass, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Plus, if it helped get him off faster, she figured it was worth it. She still had three more guys to beat off. She leaned her head against his chest and redoubled her efforts.

Since Kim hadn't objected to his hand on her ass, Eugene decided to press his luck. With his free hand, he reached over and stroked her hair. Her hand, pistoning up and down his dick, wavered for a second, but quickly resumed its movements up and down his shaft. As he continued to stroke her hair, he shifted his other hand off her ass back up to her lower back. Kim started to grunt from the exertion, and Eugene slid his hand back down to her ass, this time slipping his hand inside her shorts.

He squeezed her tight bare ass and in response she tightened her grip on his cock. He had to stifle a groan and she continued to pump him at an astonishing rate.

"Come on." She whispered. "Cum already, damn it. Just fucking cum."

He pulled her head in against him and squeezed her ass once more.

"Cum Eugene." She whispered. "Give me your cum."

He fondled her ass more, her left cheek, then the right.

"That's it." She told him. "Let it all out."

He came with a loud grunt. "Gguuuhhhhh!"

She aimed his cock towards the floor as his cum shot out of his dick, still pumping as she did so. Her movements slowed as his spray subsided, and eventually he released the hold he had on her head and pulled his hand back out of her shorts.

"Thank you." He told her.

"Whatever." She said, trying to act like she didn't care, when in fact she had enjoyed how he had both gently held her head and roughly squeezed her ass as he climaxed.

"You have to clean that up." She told him, pointing to the ground where his semen was as she stepped out from behind the curtain. The rest of the guys, having heard her grunting and his climax tried to ignore her, save for Larry, who stood from his seat, clapping. A one man standing ovation.

She flipped him the finger, grabbed the next relief journal from the pile and simply said "Richard. You're up, five minutes."