4 comments/ 16158 views/ 22 favorites Natalie, a Coed Story Ch. 01 By: Jessie92 I guess the whole reason for this story was my parents getting divorced, conveniently during the spring of my second year in college. That and a stupid game we played at Panhellenic wherein we essentially tested each others morality by a set of dares; i.e. "Would you have sex with a homeless stranger for a million dollars? Blow them? Stroke them? Kiss them?" For some reason it stuck in my mind that most of my sisters, and myself, were willing to go as far as blowing a homeless stranger for a million bucks, but we wouldn't fuck them. Or so we all said. Even as we laughed and called each other liars, no one doubted me. I wouldn't sleep with anyone at all, so when I confessed that for that amount I would suck a gross, filthy guy off, well it rather shocked everyone. The simple fact was that I was known as a prude. I wasn't really, I just never dated anyone very much or very long. As to the dare, well a million bucks is a lot of money, even though it would technically make me a whore. I guess we all have our limits. In high school I was too focused on my grades to have much of a social life, and in the previous year in college I was much the same. I did go on a date or two but never beyond the kiss good night stage, and in a college town where second base might as well be anal, I didn't get asked out on a lot of second dates. That was okay, my virtue was important to me and although I never planned on waiting until I was married, I wasn't going to give it up so cavalierly either. My roommate even questioned why I bothered with birth control if I wasn't going to "put out" as she called it, but it regulated my periods and kept my skin clear. I guess I should tell you I am of above average height and about average weight and in pretty good shape. Although my abs aren't normally pronounced they are after a work out and my body fat index was 18.1, putting me just above that of a full time athlete. I worked out three or four times a week, mostly cycling and resistance training, but some aerobics as well. I have sandy auburn hair (the sandy part is highlights of course) and 36 C breasts on my tall frame. I'm considered attractive but I think that is a matter of subjective taste. I get asked out a lot but once word gets around that a date will not give you license to poke around in my privates, I don't go on many second dates, as I said before. Mom and dad were both well off. He was a senior accountant at the largest industry in our home town and mom worked in real estate, mostly handling relocations for dad's company. I had never had to work in so far as needing money, but had taken a couple of summer jobs at their insistence that I learn the value of a dollar and all that. For two years I had been a life guard at a summer camp, but by the time they told me of the divorce it was too late for that. The problem with the divorce, to hear them tell it, was that they were at each other's throats playing a giant game of "Fuck you!" that the judge had stepped in and froze their accounts. They were both filing motions to release enough to pay for school I was assured, but that would take a month to six weeks to be heard and my summer rent was due now, as well as a few other fees. Plus I needed money for my day to day expenses so I suddenly went from begin okay financially to be flat broke. I went to college where my mother had in the middle of our state, about five hours away. I joined the sorority at her insistence, and was surprised to meet some really down to earth girls there instead of the spoiled snobs I expected. I was probably the most spoiled of all of us in fact, although everyone's parents paid for school as far as I knew. Most sororities made their freshmen members go through classes to learn what it meant to be a member of that group, and how they were expected to act when at a group function, whether a mixer with a frat or a fund raiser for our philanthropy. We were no different but our president also had classes on managing finances, dealing with guys, the importance of practicing safe sex and even the proper way to give a blow job or hand job. This focused on both technique and not doing anything so sordid in public where one might get caught and expose the sorority to shame. Our big sisters taught and used bananas and cucumbers as props for us to learn with. This was a class that was taken with several boxes of wine and lots of laughter. Of course, being that it was our first year away from home, most of the girls either had boyfriends they were fucking like crazy or dating a different guy each week so as to sample the most penises they could. Me? I had never seen or touched a penis, and yet no one judged me. My roommate last year had even gone so far as to offer to introduce me to what she called a "nice starter dick" but while I was still considering her offer she turned out to be three months pregnant and went home. So it was that I woke up, scanned the paper and craigslist for job openings I was qualified for where I could make a lot of money fast, and found an ad for a cocktail waitress at the bar in a hotel near the airport. My friends and I had never gone to this bar so I figured it wasn't a place for young people, and that was fine. I didn't want to wait on people I knew. Older folks had more money to tip and I was less likely to have to put up with drunken frat boys. I typed up a short resume, put on black heels, a black skirt and white button down and made my way to the bar at its opening time of 4 pm. The ad promised a "competitive salary" so I was disappointed to learn from Dave, the bartender and bar manager that it was standard waitress wages of $2.30 an hour with no benefits. The bar was only open on weeknights until 10, and weekends until 11, and most nights only had one waitress. At the moment there were no customers and we talked for quite a while. Dave was, well, cute. And handsome. And very masculine. And very professional. He was about 27 and had a warm smile. He was in great shape and his shirt was freshly starched, along with his khakis. He had that look like he had not shaved in a day or so and sterling blue eyes. He was everything I thought was good looking in a man, and my body reacted despite my determination to be professional. I was getting aroused talking with him, and mostly looking at him, despite my intentions regarding my virtue. Oh well, this had happened before and I had maintained control of my emotions and body. Sure my nips were getting stiff, and I was just a little aroused, but I wasn't about to jump in bed with him. He was just a very good looking guy who was nice and whose total attention was focused on me. His smile was like a million bucks. "So what do you think? You're welcome to start tonight." Dave said as I snapped back from my lustful daydreams. "Well, the ad said 'competitive salary' and, well, I was expecting, uh, better competition. I sort of need to make money fast, like about $800 by the end of next week." I stammered. "Sure, I can understand that. Let me tell you how it works though. Most girls in this job don't even fool with turning in their hours. The tips here are great. We cater to business travelers who haven't been home in weeks, won't be home in weeks and have wads of expense account money. They see a pretty girl and they will go wild for you, they will be like an ATM that you know the password for. My last waitress made around six hundred on a slow night, and up to twelve on a busy one, but..." This piqued my interest. "But?" I asked. "Well, do you have a husband, boyfriend or someone special like that?" "No, why?" "That's good. She got one and had to quit. Look, I'll be candid with you. Guys don't tip that big because you give them good service from the bar. They tip that big because they are lonely, horny and too afraid to go out on the strip and get a hooker to blow them for fifty bucks. So they pay us two fifty." "What?" "They pay us two fifty. I keep fifty for screening them at the bar. We have a few regulars but we have to watch out for cops. They pay me, I let you know who they are. After that you just let them pick you up, never mention money and take them discretely to the room for a half hour or so. That can happen three or four times a night on good nights, and Thursday or Sunday are our best. That's when we get the most business guys. Personally I think Thursday is better because they are not stressed for work, nothing really happens in their lives on Friday, and they have the most expense cash to blow." "I... I could never do that." I stammered, even as I thought of that stupid game, and realized that under the right circumstances I could. And as broke as I was, I was at the consideration level, if not the out right doing level. "Oh? Why? I mean, is it something we can talk about? You've got a fantastic look and they are going to love you." "Well, I... well I never even.. I'm a virgin. I've never done any of those things." I finally got out. "Oh. So its not the money?" "No, I mean yes, but mostly no, that doesn't bother me, I'm all about women's empowerment and sex has been a commodity since, well, forever." I admitted, and it didn't bother me really, "Its just, well I'm kinda saving that for someone special." "Really? Who?" "I don't know. I mean, if it were just hands maybe or even oral with nice clean guys that were, you know, attractive, like a date or something, but" "It could be. We don't have a lot of scum come through here. Most of your clients will be forty to fifty and, well its funny, they all seem to shower as soon as they get here and hit the bar. Way too much cologne sometimes, much like the college guys you date. If you want to think of them as dates, just very short ones, well that's fine because that is basically what it is. But, well, if you've never given head or stroked a guy I don't know if this would work anyway. Its been fun talking with you though." He said as those eyes seemed to twinkle and he got up and walked to the door. "Oh I know how, I mean, I haven't but I'm not a prude. My girlfriends have told me a lot, I think, well I know I... I know what to expect." "Come with me" he said as he locked the door, returned to my table and offered his hand. I knew by accepting it my life would change, but I was no longer sure that I didn't want it to. I took his hand and followed him around the end of the bar where there was a double door which he opened. It led to a very short hallway with just two doors facing each other, and another at the end that led outside. "The bar was an after thought to the hotel. They just tore out a bunch of rooms and built a bar, but these two were left because they had to leave that door as a fire exit. That one is my apartment, and this one," he said as he unlocked the door, "is where you will work." We entered, myself shyly, and he sat on a large plush chair. "Turn around, let me see you." He said. "Look Dave, I'm not sure if" "Turn around Natalie, I want to see all of you, slowly." I relented and slowly turned. "Hold your hair up and look over your shoulder at me." He said when I was facing away from him, and I dutifully obeyed. "Very nice. You are quite beautiful." "Thank you" I managed to whisper. "Now, have a seat here on the bed." He said, patting the bed at a corner near his seat. "Dave I" "Just relax and have a seat Natalie. You're perfectly safe here. I don't want your virginity. "You don't?" I asked, confused. "Well" He laughed, "Of course I do, but that's not what we're doing here now. If any man ever tells you he doesn't want to sleep with you, he's lying. I won't lie to you. Yes, I would love to fuck you, but I'm not going to fuck you now. Does that make sense?" "Yes, I guess, uh okay." I said with a smile. His reassurance, as clumsy as it was, somehow made me a bit more comfortable with the situation so at his direction I sat down. "Hmmm, now the tricky part. You've never sucked cock? He asked crudely. "No" "Or stroked one to orgasm?" "No." "Or even touched one?" "No." "Or seen one?" "Uh, does in a biology book count?" "No." "Then no, I haven't." I smiled. God his eyes were paralyzing! "Well, I want to fix that. This" he said as he unzipped his trousers, reached in, and pulled his manhood out, "is a penis." I couldn't help but stare for a moment. It was as thick as a Red Bull can maybe, and just a little longer, so yeah, larger than I expected. Its end was capped, as expected, with a pink mushroom looking flesh knob, but I had not expected it to be so shiny or the head to be half covered with skin that was slowly sliding back. The shaft was crossed with angry, purple veins and it was clearly getting larger in just the second or two I looked. I tried to remember and identify all the parts I had learned in health class but got lost immediately when I realized I couldn't see his testicles yet anyway. I caught myself staring, covered my eyes, and looked away. "Natalie, you're 19. I'm pretty sure you know its not going to jump off me and attack you, and I'm pretty sure you've been curious about the male body for a while. You can stop acting like you're in fifth grade, grow up a little and open your eyes." He said with a bit of a laugh. In fact, I felt if I looked again the moisture I was feeling below would become a full torrent that I might not be able to rein in. Never the less, I realized I was being childish, uncovered my eyes and looked back towards Dave just as he stood and pulled the polo he had been wearing over his head. His abs, arms and pecs were pronounced to the point of being ripped and his body looked delicious. I was now gawking at his chest instead of his member and was still getting uncomfortably warm and my own chest felt like it was slowly lighting on fire. He slipped his shoes off, then unclasped his belt and let his pants and shorts fall to the floor which he stepped out of. For the first time in my 19 years a nude man was standing in the same room as me, not more than a foot away, and he was beautiful. His manhood was swelling and he gently held it in one hand. "So, thoughts?" "Its, uh. Nice." I stammered as I stared at it. "You can touch it." "No, I" "Its okay. Sooner or later you will need to know what one feels like." He smiled as I looked up at him. I reached up and took him into my hand from underneath. The head and a third of the shaft hanged over the front of my hand, and there was an inch or two at the bottom uncovered. I felt the warmth and weight in my hand, it wasn't what I expected. His hair down there was neatly trimmed and there was none on either his shaft or his sac. "What are you thinking now?" "Its.. heavier, and warmer, and... softer than I thought it would be." I confessed. "By softer, what were you expecting?" "Its just" I replied as my hand began subconciously to stroke the length of it, more curious about the feeling of how long and hard it was more than trying to make him happy, wondering how something like that would fit inside me, "When I heard about guys getting hard, I always thought, you know, like bone, or rock or something. All of it. But,,,," "But?" "But the skin, its so soft, but underneath that it... I mean, is it getting harder and... uh... bigger? "Yes. That's the normal response. You're doing just fine." He smiled. "Doing? I didn't mean to uh" I said as I pulled my hand away. I had not realized I was well into the process of masturbating a total stranger until, well, until he told me. "Oh, don't stop Natalie, you're quite, well, talented." Dave said as he took my hand and returned it to his meat without protest from me. "Besides, you must still have some curiosity left." I began stroking his cock again. I knew why it was called a 'cock' now. It was the perfect word to describe it. 'Penis' was fine for a doctor's office, but in a bedroom it was a 'cock.' I stared at it as it continued to grow, and I finally added my other hand. It didn't take quite two hands but he stood up straight and the head pushed through my thumb and first finger on my left. "Any questions?" He smiled. "Yes, uh. A lot really." I grinned. "Like?" "Uh" I thought, could I really ask him the things I had always been curious about? Well I was in a hotel room, he was naked and I was stroking his cock, and he knew I had absolutely no experience. I guess I couldn't ask anything too awkward. "When you, uh, ejaculate, does it just ooze out through the skin or does it come out this little hole?" I asked as I pressed my thumb onto the hole which oozed some clear fluid out as I did. I thought for a moment he was ejaculating but I was wrong. "It.. oh!...It comes out the hole. Its very sensitive there. Good question." "Okay, I always wondered about that" I said as I smiled up at him. It occurred to me there was a nice masculine odor around his meat that I had not noticed before. I leaned forward and inhaled as I went back to one hand now stroking his erect cock. It was curved toward the ceiling and throbbed in my hand. The skin was now uncovered the head of his cock and it swollen and an agry purple color. As I inhaled I confirmed the pleasant musky scent and smiled. "You smell nice." I said. "Good, I always worry about that. You ready for the next step?" "You mean taste? I don't... I'm not" I was confused. Part of me wanted to stuff him into my mouth and see if he tasted as wonderful as he felt. Part of me wanted me to stop acting like a slut, cool off and get out of here before I did something I couldn't take back. "No. I mean you should take your blouse off." I looked up at him curiously as my hand continued to lazily stroke him. "I'm going to cum eventually, and it goes everywhere. You don't want to get it on your blouse. Or your skirt for that matter." "Oh. I, I didn't mean to go that far" I said, a bit proud that I was still in control and unwilling to let this stranger see me in just my bra and panties. Even though I usually wore a two piece at the beach, this was different. "We're past that point. If you stop now, I will take over and finish while you watch if you like" He said as he took my hand gently from him and began stroking himself much harder and faster than I had. Even at that he looked at me with kindness on his face and a twinkle in his eye. His cock, well the head of it, he held just inches from my face. If he had his orgasm there, forget my blouse, it might hit my eye. I stood and unbuttoned my button down, then as it hung loosely from my shoulders, my bra still covered by its fabric, I reached the side of my skirt, unbuttoned it and slid the zipper down. As it fell from my hips I pulled the blouse from my shoulders, stepped out of the skirt and sat on the bed again. I picked up both and set them aside, the reached up and took his generous meat back into my hand. "You can uh.. cum... where ever you like now." I said, proud that he still hadn't seen me in anything less than he might have seen me wear on the beach. "Thank you." He said as he again took my hand away from his cock and knelt down in front of me. I was confused by this. We were face to face, and he leaned forward and before I could do anything he kissed me, at first gently, then with more force as his tongue gently invaded me. He stopped, said "I wanted to kiss you since we met, your lips are... delicious." He kissed me again and I put my arms around his neck to hold his lips to mine. His hands came up and cupped first one, then the other breast, and my chest was on fire. My privates were soaked, I had never been this worked up before. His left hand unclasped my bra and as he kissed down my neck he gently tugged it forward so that I would release my arms and let it fall as well. So much for a bra and panties being the same as a swimsuit. Natalie, a Coed Story Ch. 01 While his hand gently massaged my left breast, his mouth and tongue stimulated my right nipple. My nips were swollen and burning, the size of a quarter with a pencil eraser in the center. After a few minutes he swapped the positions, sucking gently on the other while his hand massaged the hormones that burned my core from the other. I gasped for air as each touch of his lips and tongue kindled the fire now burning inside me. Finally, after it felt like my loins might ignite, he kissed his way back up my neck to my lips. Then as I smiled, still confused, he stood and offered me his cock. This time there was no doubt in my mind what was expected of me, and despite my mind telling me no, my body craved my first taste of man flesh. I leaned forward, he was only inches away from my face, although higher up. I started at his testicles, so full of hot seed his cock wanted to pump into me. I knew now they would, but not into my most private parts. I intended to give my first blow job and at least taste his ejaculate. I licked each one, sliding them into my warm, wet mouth, then I licked from his balls up his shaft to where it meets the head on the bottom side. I could barely reach it seated on the bed but remembered something from banana class about this being the most sensitive part of a man. I sucked on it and kissed it hard, as hard as my wet lips could, and was rewarded with a soft groan from Dave. Sucking cock wasn't nearly as gross as I thought it would be. It was sort of nice in fact. Our position was bad though. He was too tall for me to suck off while seated on the relatively low bed. I got up on my knees but then my mouth was at his belly button, which I kissed and circle with my tongue before sliding back on the bed until I was on my knees and one hand. With the other I stuffed his cock into my whore mouth and began to suck the head for all I was worth. The only thing I could think of from banana class was to keep my teeth covered with my lips so they wouldn't scrape. His taste was salty, and the fluid leaking from his cock was strangely tart and metallic tasting, no one had told me about that. Still the saltiness and manly scent were the main things I sensed, that and the throbbing of him as he fucked my mouth. There was no other way to describe his actions, he was fucking me, sliding his cock in and out of me, only in my mouth instead of my, well, down there. I tried to bob my head back and forth in time with his strokes but realized that at some point he had grabbed a clump of my hair behind my left ear and was holding my head in place while he skulled me. In this position, which was really awkward for me, I could only take the head, which pretty much filled my mouth on its own, and maybe an inch or two of shaft. Occasionally I gagged and my mouth filled with bile and saliva which ran out of my lips, down my chin and neck and onto the floor. I was torn. I wanted to slow down and slowly suck and lick his cock, savoring every moment of the experience, but I was enthralled that he had taken charge and was using me as his fuck toy. On top of that, either way, I wanted more. I wanted all of his hot cock in my throat and I couldn't do that, I couldn't even come close. At one point, with his head firmly at the back of my mouth he released my hair, bent over just a bit, and cupped my breasts as they hung below me. It felt warm and wonderful and I turned my head sideways and sucked on him as hard as I could while he massaged my chest, then he slid his left hand down my back to my panty covered ass, which he playfully smacked. I released myself from his cock and got onto my knees, startled by his butt slap. His cock was angry at being released. Everything I said before about the purple head and the veins? Double it. Saliva and bile dripped from my chin and tears filled my eyes from the gagging. I reached for a tissue on the end table and cleaned my face as best as I could. "Is there a better position we could try?" I asked as I returned my hand to his wet, hard, manhood. "Sure. It depends on what you want to accomplish." "Like... what do you mean?" I asked. "Well, do you want to make the guy cum faster, or slow down and let him enjoy it more, or is there something you want him to do while you're doing him" "It was kinda nice when you smacked my butt." I grinned. "Oh? Cool. I was basically wanting to change positions too." "Why?" "Well, with your neck and head bent upwards like that, I can't get very much in you. Oh, it felt great, but if I'm going to do all the work, well, I want to go deeper." "And there are positions that do that?" "Yes." "And if I wanted to slow down?" "Then you would probably have me sit and you knell at my feet. You're in control that way, well more control anyway. You can set the pace that way, but since I'm relaxed and not doing much I will cum faster even though the pace is slower and easier on you." He smiled "Show me how to go deeper. Guys like that right?" "Yes, but its hard on you. Slow and in control is good too." "Well, we can do both. Start with the deeper, if its too much for me, we can change. What do you want me to do?" "Your choice. You can go pretty deep just kneeling in front of me, or you can lay on your back with your head hanging over the side if you want to see if you can take it all." "Okay." I said as I lay on my back as requested "but do me a favor. When you ejaculate, do that in my mouth, okay?" "You want to taste it?" "Yes please." "Good girl." He said as he slid his cock into my mouth and down my throat. Either my body was welcoming this invader or had no resistance left as I didn't gag a bit that way. He groaned in surprise when all of his cock slid down my throat. Soon his balls were cutting off air to my nose when he was on his deepest stroke but that was the only discomfort I felt. I was able to swallow him whole and deep and was proud of my feminine skills. He fucked my face like this a good five minutes and I was having no trouble taking it, but I was having trouble with finding something to do with my tongue and lips other than suck hard and rub my tongue across the top of his cock, which is not a very interesting place to rub one's tongue as cocks go I discovered. Still I wanted him to know he was okay fucking my face with drool coming out the sides of my mouth, so I reached behind him and grabbed his taunt ass and squeezed as hard as I could. He responded by backing out of my throat slightly and massaging my breasts while he slid about half his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I couldn't wait for him to climax, I was so eager to taste his seed! Then everything changed again as he slid his hands from my breasts to my waist and tugged my panties down my hips and legs, the cool air hitting my moisture. I suddenly thought that it had been a while since bikini season and although I stayed trim down there, it had been a long time since I was waxed. While I was worried about what he might think about my pubic grooming or the tuft of hair I had down there, I subconciously lifted both legs towards the ceiling to help him pull my panties off. As they slipped off my ankles it occurred to me, "He's going to fuck me. I couldn't make him cum with my mouth and now he's going to uggggggghhhhhhh" is as far as I got in that thought as Dave's mouth and tongue found my sweet spot down there and slowly licked it like a kitten lapping up milk. It was so gross! Yet felt so good! I relished the feeling of someone pleasuring me orally for the first time and Dave was a master. I had heard about such things but never believed that someone would willingly lick a girls juices up like that. If I thought about it much I might have gotten sick, but instead I nearly orgasmed at his first touch, and I was trembling all over when first one, then a second finger entered my tight cavern. I was practically laying on my side as I gasped for air, then it occurred to me that I wasn't sucking cock anymore. Dave was still throbbing in my hand and in need of attention, so I began licking his shaft, sucking on his balls and finally stabbing the tip of my tongue into the tip of his cock where his seed was scheduled to arrive from. Dave hooked his fingers inside me and began rubbing the front of my canal, while he continued to lick my hotspot. I went from trembling to shaking all over. I gave up on technique and stuffed his cock head into my whore mouth and fucked the cum hole with the tip of my tongue as I cascaded over into orgasm. My body shook and thrashed but he held me in place enough to keep his fingers and tongue where they needed to be. He began getting really random in his movenments though and where his cock had slid in and out of my mouth in a solid tempo, he began more thrashing movements than anything. With a groan, he erupted his sugary sweet genetic matter into my mouth and I swallowed it, and played with it on my tongue and sucked the head and pumped his shaft to get more of his sweet wonderful goodness! His cum was delicious, like egg white frosting on a cake... maybe with a little vanilla and lemon and just a tish of salt, but mostly sweet and "proteiny." My body was convulsing with its own orgasm as he pumped jet after jet of hot cum into my whore mouth. That shit sticks to everything! It was so hard to swallow, on my side, and breath and try to get its sticky goodness to go down, but I managed to get most of it, and what I didn't I licked from his meat. I didnt' want to waste a drop. It made me wonder if he would pull out of me and cum in my mouth again when I let he fuck me, then it occurred to me that I had decided to let Dave, a total stranger, fuck my virgin pussy. Oh well, I wanted to save it for someone special and as much as he had put me through teaching me tonight, he certainly fit the bill. I would never forget my first time stroking and sucking cock. Finally he stopped shooting sperm into his fresh slut's face and I came back to earth. We had ended up side with his mouth at the top of my slit, two fingers in it, and a wet finger or two on his other hand slowly massaging my asshole. That was a new sensation too and a surprisingly pleasant one. "Thank you" I whispered as our bodies fell apart from one another and he turned so that we were laying face to face. "For?" "For teaching me my new job. I hope there is more on the job training." "So, you're ready to start? I mean doing what we did with strangers?" "Maybe not everything we did, but I think I can do oral and, uh, manual now. We'll just have to see. and, well, we are strangers basically, but it took you longer to uh," "Cum?" "Yes, cum, than I thought it would. Is that common?" "No, we weren't in good positions for it as far as cumming fast. Put them on the love seat, kneel in front of them and five minutes tops for most guys. You'll spend more time talking about their families." "Really?" "That's what I'm told. Its a strange business you're joining, but you'll do great." "Was I good?" "Well, I was going to fuck you but you made me cum first." He grinned. "I was going to let you, but you came in my mouth before I could tell you." I smiled. Natalie, a Coed Story Ch. 02 Dave showed me where lube was kept in a nightstand drawer, as well as condoms should I decide to go all the way with a "client." He also retrieved a new toothbrush for me from his apartment, some hotel mouth wash and finally threw my panties in his washer. I would have to be commando for the next hour or so and would need to bring spares of everything my next shift. "One other thing" he said, "if you ever get a freak so bad it scares you, flip any of the lights in the room on and off two times fast. You can pretend you're having trouble with it. That turns on a light out front and I come running in. Don't worry about false alarms, your safety is first." I was still tingling all over and could barely stand, much less walk, and somehow in my mind I thought my first time would both begin and end with significant cuddling. This was not to be. When Dave returned from throwing my panties in the wash and bringing the toothbrush, paste and mouthwash I had already slipped my skirt and blouse back on. wiped my face with a wash cloth and was fixing my make up. He was dressed except for his shoes and that his shirt was unbuttoned. Before I went to the bathroom for oral hygiene time I slipped my arms around him and purred just a bit, a small sigh to let him know how good I felt fresh from the earth shattering orgasm he had given me. He turned and faced me with a smile. "Sorry babe, we can't. We're already late opening the bar. The hotel manager gets upset if we open too late." "Oh." I said, somewhat dejected, then a question occurred to me. "Does he know about, uh, the arrangement?" "Yeah, about that. No, officially he doesn't. Unofficially he will want a cut starting in a week or so. I usually just throw him a couple hundred as he doesn't ask how business is. Thing is, until then, if he takes an interest in you, he might want to work it out in trade." "You mean fuck me?" "Yeah, but just tell him your limits, he will abide." "What if those limits are 'Ewwww I don't want to touch you!'" "Then you won't work here long, and that would be a shame. But I wouldn't worry about it. Most girls think Bryan is an okay guy." "You're being awful loose with who I, uh, sleep with." "No, you can always say no. I just supply the clients and do the PR work with them. But if you say no to everyone, then really, what is the point? You have to earn a living. Anymore questions?" He smiled but his voice was firm. It was clear I would have a limited number of times to turn down a client. Only one occurred to me, then two. "Yes, first, what is the lube for?" "Oh. You really are new to this. Put a big gob in your hands and rub them together before you give a hand job. It makes it easier and feels better." "Okay. I'll try to remember that. Second, and then I'll leave you alone, when I was fooling around with you, I got sort of worked up. If that happens again, what do I do?" I confess I was almost too ashamed to ask this. "Well either let the customer help you out, or after he leaves take care of things yourself, or after work I will. If you want him to, put it in the form of something extra that he can do if he tips. Just don't ever say you're charging for it." "I think I can wait until after work." I smiled. "Great! Sounds like we have a date at ten!" He grinned. "Seriously though, don't worry. We all get worked up here and its nice to take care of each other. Happens all the time."And then we had to get up and open the bar. He unlocked the bar door though there was no one waiting, then took the time to show me how to take drink orders. We didn't serve food but the hotel had a full service restaurant that we could call in orders to, however since it also served alcohol generally people just went there to eat. Our customers were generally here to drink, but the select few knew of our expanded services. It took about ten minutes to learn the menu, mostly the wine list, but there was a copy of it on each table so I didn't expect any questions. My job was just to write down the orders, smile, and check the tables every few minutes for refills. Well, and the obvious. I spend most of the first half hour staring at Dave's package and wondering what it would feel like in the other end of me, and occasionally, "accidentally" flashing him a view up my skirt. I was acting the total slut and I could only figure it was because our little romp was enticing but that I was not as yet satisfied. It was about when Dennis arrived that I got my first wave of anxiety. Before then I had been unabashedly horny, and it had all been hypothetical to some extent, but when a real potential client arrived I got nervous. Could I really give sexual satisfaction to a stranger in exchange for money? I guess I was about to find out. Dennis sat at the bar so I didn't need to wait on him and Dave sent me to the back to inventory some item we didn't actually have so he could barter. A few minutes later Dave came into the store room with a smile. "Okay, I got you three hundred, and from what Brandi," the last girl to hold the job, "said he's a great one to start on. Usually just wants to watch you while he strokes, and tips a lot." "Watch me what?" "Uh, you know, touch yourself." "Oh." "What is it?" "Its just... I really don't do that. I haven't since I was twelve or so, my mom said it was disgusting so I didn't do it anymore." "She catch you?" Dave laughed. "No, just, you know, when we had the talk." "Well, I don't know what to say. It should come naturally, and its not disgusting. Just strip down slow, its okay to seem nervous and act silly a bit if you feel like it. Then lay down, rub your boobs, wet a couple fingers or stick a couple inside" "That is so gross!" I exclaimed. "Uh, no. No its not. Anyway, use your wet fingertips to rub your clit. Circles or letters of the alphabet work best. Honestly, if I had known that" "You wouldn't have hired me?" "No, I would have made you rub one out while I watched so you would get through some of this repression." He smiled. "You do know where your clit is don't you?" "Yes! Of course! Oh, and I can do that after work if you want me to." I grinned. The idea of Dave watching me was sort of hot. The stranger at the bar? Well, not so much at that point, but I figured I could fake it. With a swat on my ass from Dave I went out to be picked up by Dennis. Dave went to the other end of the bar to over hear and step in if need be. I figured his plan was just to be blunt to get through my first, but I had some idea of what to say, so long as the guy was actually trying to pick me up. "Hi!" Dennis smiled as I approached. "Hey yourself, did Dave get you taken care of?" Dennis was mid forties, average shape. He was a bit red faced like he was either nervous or had been in the sun all day. What hair he had was sandy blond and it was clear that by fifty he wouldn't have that. He wasn't bad looking, but looked more like someone that would hang out with my father at the country club than with me and my friends. "Well I wouldn't say that, but he got my drink. You must be Natalie, the new Brandi." "That's me, although I prefer to think that she is the old Natalie." I smiled. "Touche'" "So you're Dennis that she liked so much. Where are you from, or am I not supposed to ask that?" "No worries. I'm on the road so much I'm not sure I'm from anywhere, but I pay taxes on a house outside Chicago." "So you're not home very often? That must suck." "Oh it has its ups and downs. I do network sales and installs for control modules at manufacturing sites. The money is great, there's no one home in Chicago anyway, and I get to meet a lot of interesting people. Like you. What's your story?" "Oh the usual. Struggling college student, majoring in finance and accounting." I smiled. "That's solid. Brandi was what? A dental hygiene student? I told her to be the dentist instead." "Yeah, but she likes to make people smile!" I ad libed, quite proudly. "What about you? Do you know how to make people smile?" Dennis asked. "Let's find out!" I winked as I motioned for him to follow me. As I led him away a couple came in but Dave waved me off indicating that he could take care of them. I gave him a smile as I crossed the threshold from college girl waitress to whore. I opened the door to my room and led Dennis inside, but it was clear he had been there before. He went straight to the chair that Dave had started out in only a couple of hours before. "So what else did Brandi tell you about me?" He asked. It was weird because I had never met Brandi, but Dave had told me what she had told him so I faked it. "Well, she said you like to watch. I'm not sure what that means though. Why don't you tell me?" "Well its...uh" he stammered, "when I was growing up I would get my dad's Playboys, and the best ones always had pictures of the centerfold girl looking like she was about to touch herself. I grew up wondering about that, and, well, jerking off thinking about it. Now, its my favorite thing. I would rather watch a beautiful girl like you touch herself while I take care of me, if that's okay. You know, and not too weird." "That's not really that weird Dennis, I mean, in here, everything is a bit weird, but that's, well, kind of intriguing." I fibbed this. Truthfully I thought it was a bit strange but most of my friends thought my virginity at my age was abnormal so who was I to talk? "Can I tell you something? Dave may have told you but, well I grew up sheltered. He called it repressed, I don't know. But, well, I've never really touched myself before like you want. Will you help me and tell me how?" Now he was flabbergasted. "Really?" "Yes. When I was a little girl my mom talked to me about, well, you know, the talk. And she said that touching yourself down there was disgusting and no nice girl would do it and a guy wouldn't want a girl who did. So, like now I know none of thats true, but I just never really have. Will you pretend I'm your model and tell me what to do?" I asked as I began unbuttoning my shirt. He was trying to listen, but his eyes followed my hands down my chest as I undid the buttons. I stopped talking and let him watch until I pulled my blouse slowly from my shoulders and set it aside on another chair. Then, making sure I still had his attention, I unzipped the closure at the side of my skirt and let it fall from my hips. My panties were in Dave's washer and Dennis let out an audible gasp as my girl stuff came into view, just a light wisp of hair protecting it from his full view. Next, still looking into his eyes, I unclasped my bra and let the girls go free. I was now naked in front of the second man to see me so. Even my doctor had me wear a gown. I walked to where he was seated, standing only a foot or so in front of him, opened my stance so my feet were a couple feet apart and my weight shifted to my right leg, my right hip sticking out a bit to the side. My hand came up to my lips nervously while the other arm argued with my conscious mind about covering my breasts. These moves were not natural to me, and probably looked forced to him, but I was trying! "Like what you see?" I asked, as much as anything to quell my nervousness. "Oh yes, very much. You are, well, beautiful" he stammered. "Thanks" I said as I leaned over to kiss him gently, a kiss he sort of returned. It was clear kissing whores wasn't his thing, and for a moment I had some self realization as to what I was becoming. If a middle aged guy didn't want to kiss a reasonably attractive, or so I felt anyway, 19 year old, for fear of all the cock she had swallowed, she must be really disgusting to him. This made me freeze up with a blank stare, but I noticed Dennis looking at me oddly as I stared so I moved on, hoping he had not figured what I felt. I didn't want to share feelings with him, especially a few seconds of doubt and self loathing. He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, so I began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest and abs as I did so. I saw this in a movie once and it looked hot. In the movie though the actor didn't have a tee shirt on underneath however, and was built rock solid, but I improvised. When I got to the last button he half rose from the seat and pulled both his shirt and tee off. Not bad. His chest was hairy and his muscle tone had no definition, but he wasn't flabby either. I've seen worse at school throwing footballs in the yard to impress girls. "Let me help you get started, then you can tell me what to do, okay?" I asked as I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He stood and slipped his loafers off, then let his pants and boxers fall. His legs and abs were in about as good of shape as the rest of him, but again, he wasn't flabby. His manhood was smaller than Dave's, I had no one else to compare to, and appeared to be a very manageable 4 or 5 inches. His testicles were bigger though, or so it seemed. I wondered if they were full of hot semen for me, even though I knew what wasn't how male anatomy worked from health class. A girl can daydream can't she? Logic told me there had to be some relationship between the size of a guy's testicles and the amount of sperm he produced, but that wasn't something they covered in health class. "Mmmmmm I love your cock" I whispered as I began to stroke it gently. "Thanks, I think it likes you too" He said as it entered my wet, loving mouth. I gently stroked the shaft up and down while I licked and kissed around the head. He grew larger and harder, but was still managable. I took the salty flesh knob into my mouth, then while licking the underside where the head meets the shaft, sank as much cock as I could into me. It was most of it and he groaned his approval. After a couple more attempts to swallow as much of his shaft as I could I released him from my mouth and whispered. "I think you're ready. Do you want me to lay down now? Like those models you used to look at while you stroked that big, thick, cock?" "Yes" he whispered back. I lay back on the pillows on my side with my knees together and pointed at him, while one arm covered my breasts and the other held a finger tip to my lips like I was going to chew my nails. It was the only "porno" pose I had ever seen, and that when I found a magazine in my parents room when I was looking for my mom's lipstick as a child. "You like?" I asked as his eyes slowly scanned up and down me. "Yes... could you, uh, touch your, uh, breasts?" "Of course, anything for you" I whispered. I gently cupped my left breast, it being the one furthest from the bed and best in his view, then rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I knew this would get it hard and soon it was like a little pencil eraser atop my areola. I closed my knees together as I rolled onto my back and cupped both breasts, lifting them up towards my face as I rolled both nipples now between my finger and thumb. "Mmmmm you still like what you see?" I asked as I slid my left hand down to cover my girl parts, my right still massaging my breast and nip. "Yes.. but" "But what darling?" I whispered as sexily as I could. "But you're very shy with your pussy." No one had ever said "pussy" as a word for my junk before and I was almost taken back, but recovered quick enough I think. I mean, I was familiar with the slang terms, even though I was raised to never use them. I guess I was just surprised to hear it out loud. I knew guys called a girl's stuff a "pussy" I had just never heard it directed at me and what I had. "Oh? You want to see me down there? I will show you if you want." I said as his face got as purple as the head of his cock. "Yes, please, I would like that." I slowly opened my legs as his eyes bore down on my most private places. I reached between my legs with a finger tip and wet it with my now copious juices before slowly circling my clit. It was as gross as I expected it to be, but the ecstacy was so great I gasped at my own touch. "Oh" "Does that feel good?" He asked. "Yes...it, yes." I moaned softly as I continued to touch myself. As gross and slimy as I felt down there, it still felt great. It went against everything I knew about the care of my genitals. I was supposed to keep them dry and clean, not wet and leaking everywhere. The feeling of warm moisture was as disconcerting as what Dennis was doing. He pulled on his meat and stared, but that was not enough to distract from the pleasure I was giving myself as I was focused more on me than my surroundings. "Good, that's good. Open your legs more, let me see that pussy." His vulgarity I guess was supposed to turn me on, but it really had the opposite effect, well no, that's not exactly right. His language was a turn off, but his treating me like he was, a whore to be used and directed, well, that was sort of hot. Still, I gently touched myself and as I looked into his eyes obeyed his request. "Damn girl, that's beautiful" he whispered nearly under his breath, then added "I bet those college boys love fucking that." "I guess they would, but I've never let them." I giggled. I think the wondrous feelings from my loins were making me a bit euphoric. "What?" He looked up to my eyes as though he had not heard me correctly. "I'm a virgin. I told you, I grew up sheltered, or repressed or... whatever. Anyway, it just never has happened for me, you know, that moment when everything is right." I smiled at him as I continued to pleasure myself. He stared at me for a minute, it seemed longer maybe, then stood up and reached for his khakis. I thought he was going to leave and I had screwed up, but instead he reached in his pocket, took out his wallet and laid $300 on the nightstand. "I know its not part of our bargain, but I would really love to do oral with you." He whispered. I decided I wanted him seated in the chair while I sucked him, so I got up on my knees and moved towards that corner of the bed. "Well, its not, but, uh, you are a very generous tipper. I think I would like to share that with you." I smiled. I took the money and laid it with my clothes. I reached out to take his rock hard cock into my hand. I was kneeling on the corner of the bed at this point and he was standing in front of me. I started to lean forward so as to suck on him when he stopped me by kissing my forehead. I continued to kneel as his hands went first to my breasts, setting them afire and coursing hormones through my blood stream. One hand slid down my abs and to my vulva, where he parted my lips and slid a finger into my drenched vagina. "Damn you're tight." He mumbled as he kissed my ear, face and neck, then down across my collar bone to my breast as I began to lay back on the bed. "Oh mmmm" I gasped as his finger entered me, it felt so good and, well, intimate, to have a part of him inside me, but I realized his finger wasn't the part I wanted. I reached out for his cock and found it rock hard and it felt as though it was throbbing. I wonder how good it would feel to be invaded by this angry, swollen penis. Some fluid oozed from the head and felt slimy to the touch as he kissed his way down my body to my pubic mound, gently pulling his cock from my hand and his finger from my birth canal. I remembered from school that some fluid came before the sperm so I thought, well, what few brain cells I had working thought, that he must be about ready to erupt. "Are you about to, uh, orgasm?" I half whispered and half groaned. "Yes, but not before I eat your virgin cunt." He grunted back at me, and then his lips and tongue found their mark and I nearly passed out from pleasure. He circled my hot spot, my clit as Dave called it, or my clitoris as my health teacher knew it by, but whatever it was called his tongue and lips were the key to unlocking it, and behind it were convulsions of ecstacy. I groaned immediately and lifted my hips to press myself into his mouth. Instinctively I squeezed and massaged my breasts and they poured their excitement into the fire in my loins. I closed my eyes and let the arousal and torturous build up wash over me and pumped my hips up and down to mash my womanhood into his lapping mouth. Natalie, a Coed Story Ch. 02 "Ohhhhh fuck!" I groaned as I felt the climax slowly building, then caught myself, I had never used such language, certainly I had never shouted it out of control as I was. I almost came back down, but it was too late. I was a car careening off a speedway, I was no longer in control of myself, and shouting out filth made me feel even dirtier, nastier, and I realized I wanted to feel filthy. All that talk from mom about disgusting things went out the window. I was ready to be disgusting, if that's what it was. It certainly didn't feel that way. It felt wonderful! Dennis kept the same steady pace no matter how I thrashed about. He licked up one labia, then the other, then circled my clit with his tongue, gave it a little flick with the tip, sucked on me ever so gently, then started over. I found his rhythm and moved my body in time with it. Unlike Dave, he never wiggled a finger into me after he put his mouth down there or massaged my anus. He just kept up that maddening series of licks and sucks until I was out of my mind. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm going to..." I didn't know what to call it, for a second, all the terms I knew from class were inappropriate, but I was losing my fight against climax and the tremors and twitches of orgasm were building in me. He linger on my clit just a bit longer and finally the fuse burned down and I exploded. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" I finally got out, and just as his attentions had provided a release to my body, my words provided a release to my mind. Gone were the inhibitions I had been raised with, they were completely vanquished over the night, starting with the interview and ending with this mind crushing orgasm. "I'm cumming oh fuck fuck oh fuck oh fuck... I.. uh oh fuck me! I want your cum fuck me and give it.. I... Ohhh fuck Dave, fuck! Eat my pussy! Eat me! I want to suck your cock! Oh shit! Fuck! My cunt! Fuck!" I screamed so loud that someone could have heard me on the moon I think. Words just poured out of me, I had no idea what I was saying, I just wanted to never stop cumming, and I wanted to eat Dave's seed. I wanted to swish it around in my mouth and swallow every drop down. I wanted to drain his balls and be covered in his sperm, swallowing it until I could no more and it ran out my whore mouth. I hoped he would cum in quarts and make me consume each drop! Eventually all things end, and I began coming down to earth even as Dave continued to eat me. I loved how he ate me. He was, well, better than Dennis, and Dennis had been amazing. Parts of my mind began to reconnect with reality. I realized I had stopped screaming and was no longer thrusting my pussy into his face. At some point I had grabbed his balding head and held it to my privates, and I now released him as I lay my head back on the pillows. He rose up a bit, a silly grin on his face. "You were amazing." I whispered, hoping he would let me catch my breath before I finished him. "You were pretty amazing too. I could go down on you for days, except..." "Except?" I asked in between breaths "Except I have a hard on here we need to take care of." He smiled, then moved between my wide open legs and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down the slit of my pussy. I gasped. It felt wonderful, and I wanted him inside me right then. I had screamed as much moments before, but now that the time was here, I froze. What if, despite my birth control, he slipped one past the goalie and got me knocked up? What if.. all manner of things went through my mind, mostly, did I really want to give it up to a bald middle aged guy I met an hour before and had no plans to remember after tonight? No. I didn't. I reached between my legs to stop him and began to turn away, but it felt so good when the still oozing head of his cock rubbed my labia and slit, it made me gasp with pleasure each time he did it. "Relax, I know I didn't tip enough for that, well, not for your first time anyway" he smiled as he continued to rub me with his cock, "but I will be back for that next time. I'm wondering though, could I just feel what its like to be inside a tight virgin pussy again? I haven't felt one in years, I mean, if we don't fuck, I just want to slid it in for a second, would that be okay?" Now I was really confused. A few moments before I would have let him fuck me, cum in me, whatever he wanted, but then I came back down to earth and decided I still had a limit, at least as far as my vag went. But I really wanted to know what it felt like to have a man inside me, down there as opposed to in my mouth, and this was an option. Put it in, but don't have sex. But if it was in me, was it having sex? If we didn't copulate would I still be a virgin? Or was putting it in enough to qualify as fucking, as copulating? I quickly decided, or rather my libido decided for me, that I would still be unspoiled so long as we hadn't actually had sex there. No writhing around, no in and out, not wiggling back and forth, and no sperm. I knew this was bullshit, but it was the sort of lie I could tell myself for a while until I finally did it with someone. It seemed as though this would be soon, probably with Dave around 10 that night. I smiled. "Okay, but just put it in, no fucking, okay?" "I can do that. I just want to feel you before a bunch of other guys have. I won't be back for two or three weeks and they are just going to be throwing cash at you to pound that beav. You're so damn tight right now, but that would loosen anyone uhhhh... I... well" He stopped talking. Dennis was already pretty much between my legs, which were pretty wide open. He reached down, took his cock and again massaged it up and down my slit until I gave a slight groan and began to move my body in time to his movement. Then I felt the head of his cock at the mouth of my soaked vagina and he slid into my birth canal. It went in with no problems, none of the pain or "pinch" I had heard from other girls. Of course my hymen was gone years ago, not from sex, but from having periods, using tampons, and just life in general. It was probably gone by the time I was thirteen. They don't tell you that in health class either, but the doctor who prescribed my birth control had. "Ohhhh" I softly sighed as he filled me up. "That feels wonderful!" I whispered as he hovered over me. The head of his cock was buried deep within me, but true to his word he did not move it one bit. I on the other hand felt the need to adjust a little and brought my legs up around him as he sunk deeper into me. I concentrated, but could only feel him an inch or two into me, but that was throbbing in time to his heart beat as he pumped blood to stay rock hard. I could feel the rim around the head as it slid in, but not after that first inch or two. As we lay there motionless I thought I could feel those angry veins that covered his shaft as his thick cock stretched my vagina, but I really wasn't sure. It all felt just amazing. If there was any discomfort it came from him being so hard. It felt sore when I squeezed him. He bumped into something inside me, deep inside, and I later figured out it was my cervix, and that hurt a little, but it would hurt anytime any of those that followed him ran into it as well. All in all, my first cock inside me felt... well, just fantastic. It was intimate and wonderful and just... amazing. We both lay perfectly still for, I don't know, a minute or so. I had the urge to pump my hips up and down and fuck him, but managed to keep still as we had agreed. "You like?" I whispered. "Yes, you feel... oh damn so fucking tight." "Is that good? Tight I mean?" "It means guys are going to cum fast inside you." He smiled. "Are you going to cum inside me?" I asked. "I don't think you can claim to be a technical virgin if I did." He smiled. "Technical virgin? I like that" I laughed. "I'm your little technical virgin whore!" "Don't call yourself that, its degrading." "Well, I mean, I have sex for money. Well, I have once now anyway. What else could I be?" I smiled. "It doesn't really bother me. It is just a word. Women, and men, have been having sex in order to get what they want forever. Its all marriage was for centuries. The wife traded sex and having babies for the security provided by her husband and his home. Birth control changed that, we can now just do it because its fun. For both of us. So, no, I don't mind it. Not really. I'm proud of who I am and that I am paying my own bills. Not every girl can say that. Besides, I think I might be into being degraded, a little bit anyway." For some reason I was comfortable now with the word "whore" and talking to Dennis about it. Like I said, to me sex was always transactional it seemed. one person giving themselves in order to get what they want. I was okay with it, even if society wasn't. I guess it is easy to talk about intimate things and sexual philosophy with a guy who has his cock buried in you. "Keep that up and we might as well be fucking. You're going to make me cum." "What?" I asked. It occurred to me that I was naked in bed with a stranger, with his penis erect in my vagina, his body striving to fullfill his biological potential and fertilize me, while mine tried to both nurture his orgasm and hopefully accept his warm DNA filled semen so that it could swim deeper and deeper in hopes of landing on an egg, while having a conversation as if this were a perfectly ordinary thing to do. For some reason I wanted to laugh. "Squeezing me. That feels fantastic." He groaned. I realized that I had been contracting my muscles down there without thinking about it. It felt fantastic to me as well, and... well I couldn't really will myself to stop. It was time to stop thinking so much and pay attention to my client. "Don't you want to cum?" "Oh god yes! I want to blow it, oh fuck!" He said as every muscle in his body fought hard against fucking me. I had to admit, I was surprised he hadn't just started banging away, then it occurred to me that this might be part of his porn fantasy somehow. "Where do you want to cum darling? Do you want to cum on me like you did all those girls in those magazines? Did you dream about putting it in them too? Where do you want to put your seed? Ohhh arrrhhhhh" I asked. When I asked him this he suddenly began pumping my vagina hard with his cock, and I had no will to stop him, I could only groan as he took me, but just as suddenly pulled out of me and slid up onto my tummy. "Face" he gasped as he began stroking his now pussy wet cock. I reached up to help him but there wasn't room on his shaft for both our hands, and he leaned forward towards me making it awkard anyway. I thought I knew what to expect and opened my mouth so he could put it in for me to suck, but he didn't move that far forward. Instead, he stopped, with the head of his cock just below my chin, grunted loudly, and let fly a long linguini like ribbon of hot white mucus that shot over my head at one end, then splashed the trailing part down on my hair, forehead, eyebrow and cheek. The next ribbon of ejaculate landed on the side of my nose and my upper lip, where I could at least lick it up with my tongue. It was sweet, and salty with just a hint of eggwhite and maybe a weak strawberry taste. It was different from but similar to Dave's and like Dave's, it was immediately my favorite thing in the world and was just yummy! "Oh, the little whore wants to swallow my load?" He grunted, "Okay" he concluded as he slammed his cock into my lips and shot three more hot jets of sperm into my waiting mouth. That he called me a whore just turned me on a little bit again and I still had not come down. His cock tasted mostly like my juice and between that and his angry slur towards me I felt degraded, humiliated and somehow fulfilled and empowered as a woman. His sperm tasted wonderful and the hint of my vaginal juices just made it that much more filthy and disgusting. I did every trick I had learned about blow jobs on his manhood at that moment and a few I made up on the spot. For the next minute or so as I looked up into his eyes, I licked and sucked the head, hitting the sensative spot underneath as well as the rim around it. I stabbed the tip of my tongue into the cum hole and wiggled it back and forth making him groan as I coaxed every sweet drop of his sauce from him. I pulled him up onto my face so I could suck first one, then the other ball, hoping to elicit more semen. I realized some things then. One, that I kind of liked being degraded and if I could bring out that sort of reaction in a man, it made me feel powerful. I would have to put some consideration into this discovery to discern what it meant. Second, that at some point my free hand had found its way back to my vag and I was furiously touching myself, about to cum again. His moved back down a little and let his cock soften in my mouth, but I perked it up by rubbing it on my face with my free hand to wipe up some of the goo he had sprayed then sucking it back in. I was right on the cusp and this second taste of his baby batter pushed me over the edge. I groaned with him between my lips and licked the tip to get that last sticky stubborn drop as my body shuddered and I gave myself a nice little orgasm. It wasn't as huge as what Dennis had done, but as I came he finally realized what was going on and smiled. He took his now soft meat and stroked another drop or two of hot seed for me as my body began to slow its twitching. Dennis got off me and lay down beside me. "You were amazing. Simply the best ever!" he elated as he put his arm around me. "Yay! A satisfied customer!" I smiled as I scooped the last remnants of his cum from my forehead and slurped it off my finger. Having discovered I rather liked the taste, it seemed I couldn't get enough of it. I reached down and began to gently stroke him, but he was spent for the time being. Still it was nice, relaxing in his arms, cuddling, and even though we were whore and client, we had shared some very intimate moments. I felt close to Dennis, as I would with almost all my other customers I would find. "Listen, I'm going to be back in a couple weeks" he began to say. "You better come see me!" I exclaimed. "Oh I will, I'm going to fuck you like... mmmm damn" he said as I continued to stroke his meat. "I think you just did" I said, feeling a little regret that this was my first time. "No, that didn't count I was pulling out so I could come uh, you know, on your face." "It felt like you were, well, going in and out pretty hard." I smiled. "Well, maybe for a second, but I was cumming and trying to get out of you. So that doesn't count. I slipped a little. You're still a technical virgin." He grinned. "Not if you spewed inside me!" I nearly shouted. "Oh I didn't. I got out in time. It occurred to me as you were squeezing me that we had not talked about birth control and I wasn't wearing a rubber. By the way, always make us guys wear them. Every time. Anyway, no, I held out because I wanted to... uh..." "Cum on my face?" "Yeah. I hope that's okay. Its a porn movie thing." "I thought you were aiming for my mouth." I laughed. "I'll let you in on a secret. You can't really aim it." He smiled. "So you're really going to come back and see me?" "Oh, you're the reason I'm coming back. Next time I'm going to fuck you. Properly." "I can't wait! That sounds like fun, it felt, well, it felt amazing when you were just in me. And it felt better when you, uh, slipped." I smiled, and I meant it. I might just be a technical virgin at that point, or I might not be, but I knew soon I would fuck Dennis. And that he was a bald middle aged guy didn't matter in the post orgasmic glow of the moment. "Yeah well I want you to do me a favor." "What's that?" "One of those guys you dated, that you go to school or grew up with. Go out with them between now and then and just do it. Throw caution to the wind and go all the way, fuck them and make it memorable. You're first time should be with someone you'll remember, ten years from now you won't remember me. Make it special, or as special as you can. I know some of them are certain to regret not getting further with you, and some of them are a lot more compatible with you than me, or Dave is for that matter. Will you do that for me? I don't mind being second, or tenth. But make your first someone to remember. Okay." Well, I didn't expect that. Of course I planned on giving Dave whatever was left of my virginity after closing the bar tonight, but Dennis didn't need to know that. "Okay, I'll try. But either way, when you come back... well, we are not going to put it in and just lay there." I really meant it, I wanted to have full blown sex with Dennis on his next visit. "Don't worry, I'll bring more cash next time." And with that comment he made me feel like a whore.