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This is my first submission. It’s mostly a true story, but to protect myself and others, names and some other stuff has been changed.



Everyone’s at least 18.




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In Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts plays Vivian Ward, a streetwalker who’s hired by Richard Gere’s character, Edward Lewis. Edward’s a wealthy corporate raider who gets lost in a bad part of town and asks for directions from Vivian, and she gives him tips on how to drive his car. Taken by Vivian, he decides to hire her as arm candy. Despite some rough patches, they end up falling in love. I’d read somewhere that it was originally going to be a realistic look at prostitution, but somewhere along the line, it got turned into a romantic comedy.



Bleccch!



I’ve known a couple of girls who have gotten into relationships with clients. Both of them were disasters. Jealousy, mistrust, the guys worrying about her past coming back to haunt them. Occasionally you hear about one lasting, but they’re rare.



I began working in the “world’s oldest profession” primarily to pay off my student loans and other bills. Getting laid was great, too, but it was mostly about the money. I had a college degree, but it was next to worthless because I couldn’t find a job in my field.



It was aggravating.



I began stripping first. I figured I was blessed with an attractive face and a nice body and I’ve been told I’m pretty hot plenty of times. I’m about five-six and 130 pounds, I’ve got 34-C breasts, long light brown hair and blue eyes. I never really had a problem showing it off — within reason that is. I found I was pretty comfortable being stark naked in front of a bunch of strange hormoned-up guys. But I had no ability for exotic dancing. Other girls made it look so damn easy, but I quickly learned that it’s not. I quit within two weeks and got a job at a convenience store called the Happy Driver. It was near my old school and less than half-a-mile from my crappy apartment.



A few months later, we got the bad news that the store would be shut down when the company’s lease on the property was expiring a couple of months later.



I began resubmitting applications and got a few interviews, but no callbacks.



One day, a horndog named Van was jogging past my apartment building. He’d been in the Happy Driver a bunch of times with a girl or one buddies. He was six-one or so and an athletic 190 pounds. With his dark hair and blue eyes, I think Van looked a bit like a young Christopher Reeve. And he looked pretty hung in those shorts! I would’ve gladly fucked Van, but I didn’t want him blabbing about it all over town. I’d heard him brag to his buddies about nailing this girl or that girl. I didn’t need a reputation as a slut. Van drove a Mercedes, which I guessed was a high school graduation gift from mommy and daddy. I would’ve killed to have any car that ran because my piece of junk Honda’s engine went kaput. I didn’t have the money for repairs much less a new car, so I sold it to a junkyard and bought a bike from a garage sale. Thank God I lived near the store.



Little did I know that Van would soon get his wish. I didn’t intend to charge money men to fuck me. It started, I suppose, in a weird way.



One of Van’s friends, a guy named Gerard, seemed so different than Van. He was quieter and seemed genuinely nice. He was a little taller than Van with blonde hair and grey eyes. I sort of liked him. One night, Gerard was in the store just before quitting time. A thunderstorm moved into the area and it began pouring. My heart sank. Seeing my glum expression, Gerard asked if I was alright.



“No, I’m not alright!” I whined. “I gotta ride a bike home in this!”



“Well, why don’t I give you a ride?” Gerard asked.



I about kissed him. He waited around until I cashed out and did my end-of-shift work. Gerard drove a Mustang convertible, and the trunk lid wouldn’t close all the way with the bike in it, but he didn’t seem to care. The drive didn’t take long. I invited Gerard up to my apartment. He looked shocked and very nervous. But the growing hard-on in his jeans looked inviting. I just glanced at it and smiled. It had been almost a month for me and I was horny. Gerard was shaking when I began unbuckling his jeans. I gave him a blowjob and he nervously undressed me and ran his hands over my body and then buried his face in my pussy. I dug a condom out of a drawer and rolled it over his cock. Having a real cock in me sure felt great, but there’s actually not a lot to tell. Oh, Gerard was good sized. A little under eight inches and pretty thick. But he was totally lame and came in five minutes. I didn’t cum once. Gerard looked disappointed. I didn’t bother to hide my disappointment. He apologized and got dressed and left quietly. Thank god for toys and fingers!



About a week later, I was outside the Happy Driver taking a smoke break when Gerard rolled up in his Mustang. He apologized again and asked me out on a date to make it up to me. I turned him down flat. He asked again, and I said no again. He began whining.



God, grow some balls, little boy, I said to myself as Gerard ranted and raved. I snorted in disgust and took a final drag on my Marlboro Light and and stamped it out as I exhaled the smoke sharply.



“See ya around, Gerard,” I sneered as I headed to the store entrance.



“Aw, jeez. I’m sorry, Elena. Please wait. I’m really, really sorry. I’m just tired, alright?” pleaded Gerard as he followed me. I ignored him as he implored to me again. “Elena? Please? Wait! I really need to tell you something.”



I stopped and turned around and snapped at him. “Okay. What, Gerard?”



“Honestly, Elena, I really tried to do my best, but I couldn’t help myself. I… I…” he began to say,. He looked around nervously. He walked closer to me, leaned in and said something I couldn’t understand because a truck with a bad muffler passed the store and drowned him out.



“What?” I asked, when the noisy truck got further down the road.



“I was a virgin, dammit!” he said a little louder through his teeth. “You took my virginity, Elena!”



I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. How was that possible?



“Ohmigod, Gerard! Are you fucking serious?” I blurted in shock.



He nodded meekly and shrugged his shoulders slightly.



“So, I’m really sorry, Elena. I really, really like you a lot,” he said. “You’re hot. You’re a fun girl. I tried to impress you. But doing it is a hell of a lot harder than watching it.”



Then it all began to make sense. Gerard must’ve tried to pick up on how to have sex with a woman from Internet pornos. I saw his eyes well up. Suddenly, I felt for him.



“Oh, God. Oh, Gerard… I…” I said softly, not sure what to say next. I was totally bewildered at how a hot college guy with a big dick could’ve still been a virgin at his age. And his fraternity, Phi Omi, was notorious for the girls members attracted.



“I haven’t done it since then,” he said shyly. “I know you were disappointed, but…”



He shrugged sadly.



“I was kinda hoping that maybe you’d give me a another chance I guess,” Gerard asked nervously.



I was totally convinced it wasn’t an act. I’d taken the virginity of one other guy in my life, and Gerard reminded me of him. But that guy had told me before we had sex. Somehow I didn’t pick up on Gerard being a virgin.



“It’s okay, Gerard,” I said with a little smile. “Apology accepted.”



I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek to comfort him. I was about to say tell him I’d go on another date when his Mustang caught my eye. I remembered Gerard telling me that his dad was a exec with a major corporation. I forget which company Gerard said he worked for, and I don’t really give a damn. Now you’re probably going to think I took advantage of a distraught guy. Maybe I did. But as harsh as it sounds, I gave more of a damn about my situation than Gerard’s feelings.



Phi Omi is a really exclusive fraternity on campus. I’d heard that if a prospect’s parents made under two million a year, they just laughed at them. I already knew Gerard was Phi Omi, so I doubted he was on scholarship. Add it all up and it meant that he probably had money.



Then an idea hit me.



“Say, Gerard,” I asked. “What if…?”



I looked around to see if anyone else was around. It was 2:00 am on a Tuesday. Of course there wasn’t anyone around.



“Yeah, Elena?” Gerard asked with a hopeful tone.



I took a deep breath.



“Well, I was thinking that maybe we can help each other out,” I said. “Now, don’t get the wrong idea about me, but…”



Gerard looked at me in total confusion. I tried to remain calm even though my heart was pounding.



“But,” I continued. “You know how much tuition and stuff is, right? Especially for a farm girl like me? I only had a partial scholarship.”



The farm girl bit wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the total truth either. I was raised in a small town in the midwest, and my house was near a farm. Hell, I’d even sucked my first cock in a barn.



But calling myself a farm girl was a stretch.



Gerard shrugged. “I guess so, Elena. I’m not on scholarship.”



“Yeah. Didn’t think so,” I replied quickly. “So, Gerard, if you were to maybe, uh… compensate me for helping you, I’d love to do it for a while.”



“Elena, whaddaya talk…” he stopped and his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped.



I smiled.



“Oh, shit! You mean pay y…” he yelled.



I angrily slapped my hand over his mouth.



“Don’t fucking broadcast it, goddammit! Shit, Gerard! Just listen, huh?!” I told him in exasperation.



“Got me?” I said as menacingly as I could.



Gerard nodded.



“Alright then,” I said, removing my hand. “Yeah. You’ll be… you know? But I’m no hooker! Got it? Okay, technically it’s prostitution I guess. But I’m no hooker. And we’ve got to keep this between us — right?”



Gerard just nodded again.



“Great. So we’ll meet when I’m available. It’ll usually be the weekends,” I said. “We sure as hell can’t meet at your place, so we’ll do it at mine.”



“Okay,” Gerard gulped. “But why not my place? No offense, Elena, but it’s a lot nicer than yours.”



“A frat house? Ohmigod are you kidding me? No fucking way!” I said through my teeth.



“But…” he began to say, but I gave him a stern look.



“Okay…” Gerard relented. “Your place.”



“Alright. And let’s get this straight: We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend and we’re not gonna date. We’re just going to fuck,” I told him quietly but firmly. “No barebacking either! I’m not going to have your baby. You bring the condoms.”



I was dead serious about no barebacking. I’d had a pregnancy scare right after I graduated high school. This super-hot guy hit on me and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. But neither of us had money for condoms and I wasn’t on the pill. But I wanted to fuck this guy badly. My libido got the best of me and I made him promise to not cum inside me. Of course, he broke that promise. I was so pissed! When I began feeling weird a little while later, I borrowed some money from my sister and bought a home pregnancy test. It came back negative. I worried that the test was faulty, but then I began feeling normal and had my period. I guess I had a stomach virus or something. But ever since, I always made the guys wear condoms and I was always on the pill.



“Sure, Elena,” Gerard said. It was fairly cool, but he was sweating like it was a hundred degrees outside. And then he looked at me oddly.



“What?” I asked after a few moments of staring at each other.



“How much?” Gerard asked quietly.



I winced. What a fool! Here I was propositioning a guy and I’d forgotten all about the money!



“Uh…” I said, trying to think quickly. I had no clue about how much hookers normally charged. I finally asked, “Three hundred out of your reach?”



“Nah,” replied a smiling Gerard immediately. “Not a problem.”



“Okay,” I said. “Be at my place Saturday at 3:00 pm. You busy?”



“No,” he shook his head.



“Great,” I said. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Oh, and give me your phone number.”



I pulled out my iPhone and punched in the number he gave me and saved it. I began walking into the store when I suddenly remembered something else. I turned around.



“Oh, and don’t waste it anymore. Okay, Gerard?” I warned.



“Huh?” asked Gerard.



I walked up to him and whispered: “Don’t cum when you jerk off to those movies. I want it all for myself. What I want you to do is jerk off until feel you’re about to cum, then stop. Do it a few times a day.”



“But wh…?” he started to ask. I ignored him and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a swat on the ass.



“Don’t cum until I say to cum. That’s lesson number one,” I warned. “Now go home. You look tired. See you on Saturday.”



“Okay, Elena. Thank you,” said Gerard. He kissed me on the cheek and walked to his car. The V-8 roared to life. I watched the taillights of his Mustang as he turned left out of the parking lot. The engine’s roar disappeared a few seconds later.



I didn’t see Gerard again until Saturday, although I had teased him daily by sending him suggestive photos to his cell phone. A little leg one day, my tummy the next, my lower back the next, cleavage the next. Nothing explicit. Just suggestive. And all with the admonition that he was to not cum until I wanted him to.



Saturday came. Gerard showed up a little early. I was dressed in a red pullover nightgown which ended right above my knees. I didn’t have anything on underneath. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my very erect nipples.



I ignored his nervous hello.



“Have you been doing what I told you to do?” I asked him sternly. He nodded.



“God, Elena, you look beautiful and I’m about to go crazy,” he said anxiously as he reached out for me. “Can’t wait until…”



“And you’re gonna keep waiting until I’m ready,” I said, pushing him away and holding out my hand. “So?”



“Oh, yeah,” Gerard said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money and nervously handed it to me.



I later learned this was a major no-no.



“Stay right there, Gerard,” I said. “And don’t take off a thing.”



I counted the money. Six fifty dollar bills. I smiled. I walked to my bedroom and put the money in my purse and walked back out and pulled out the sleeper sofa.



“Come here, Gerard,” I said. He complied.



I kissed him on the lips and lifted my arms above my head.



“Take it off, Gerard,” I commanded.



He reached down and lifted the gown up. Bit by bit my naked body was revealed to him. He was breathing hard. When I was totally nude before him, I commanded him to sit on the bed.



I lifted my breasts and pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit. Then I turned around and bent over and spread my ass and rocked my hips. But I didn’t let him touch me. Gerard was nearly hyperventilating.



God, torturing him is so much fun, I thought.



“Okay, Gerard,” I said after five or so minutes. “Now you can strip.”



He broke the record for undressing. He was already rock hard.



“Now just lie back and enjoy,” I said with a grin.



As hard as Gerard was, a blowjob was probably unnecessary. But I like it. No… check that. I love giving head. He loudly moaned as I brought him to the edge of orgasm a couple of times, only to stop. Yeah, I was torturing the poor boy, but there was a second reason for it. I’d read on a men’s sexual health board that it helps some guys with their stamina.



I moved up and squatted over his mouth and spread my meaty labia and began rubbing my clit.



“Okay, Gerard. This is my clit,” I said. “Lick it.”



I shuddered when his tongue touched it.



“Oh, yeah… Up and down and all around… Oh, yeah… Mmmm… That’s it,” I said with a sigh as a wave of euphoria hit me. “A little faster now.”



And within a couple of minutes, I came screaming, coating his face.



“Very good,” I said breathlessly over him. I reached behind me and lightly jerked his large, iron-hard cock. “Got the condoms, big boy?”



“Oh, yeah,” said Gerard as he got off the bed. He picked his jeans off the floor and pulled one of out of a pocket. I tore the package open with my teeth. I rolled the condom over his cock and got on top of him cowgirl and put it at my pussy entrance. I moaned as I slowly slid down, feeling practically every vein as inch after inch of Gerard’s glorious manhood filled me.



“Oh, fuck…” I gasped. “Oh, God! Mmmm!”



Finally it was all the way in my pussy and I was relishing the feeling of fullness.



“Oh, fuck,” I smiled and moaned. “Whew! Such a fat cock.”



After riding him, slowly at first, Gerard finally gave me the hard fucking I so needed and deserved. And he lasted longer, although he had to stop a few times. I told him to fuck me doggie style, which is my favorite position. After telling him how to do it, he pounded and pounded away as I came… God, I forget how many times. But it was a lot. Gerard was a quick learner, I thought.



“Okay, Gerard,” I said. “Now you’re gonna give me every drop.”



I pushed him down on the bed and knelt over him and pulled off the slick condom. I wrapped my mouth around his quivering cock. I felt the pulsing. I blew him hard porn-style, spitting on it and occasionally flicking the head of his cock with my tongue, and then I deep throated him. It took a few minutes, but Gerard finally started coming. The look on his face and his shuddering jaw were priceless.



“Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh, shit, Elena! I… can’t…” Gerard groaned as his hips rose and he began shaking.



“Ohhh damn!” he growled as he came. His dick began spurting a gigantic load of delicious cum. I’d never seen a guy cum so hard or so much! I was barely able to get it all.



“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Gerard moaned as I swallowed greedily. “Oh my God! Oh… Oh, Elena! Damn!”



He laid on the bed panting. It took a few minutes for him to begin to breathe normally. He was sweating buckets. He was hard again in no time and we fucked again. We met a once or twice a week for a little over a month, and Gerard really improved. I was fairly proud of myself. I began seeing him with a cute little blonde with perky tits and a great ass. I didn’t know her name. I wondered if Gerard was putting what I taught him to good use.



And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little hot for her myself.



One night, Gerard was with me again. In the middle of a blowjob, I brought her up.



“So… You fuck her yet?” I asked.



“Who?” asked Gerard. “Mandy?”



“Mmm-hmm,” I grunted with his cock buried in my throat.



“Yeah,” he said. “A few times.”



“She’s really cute,” I said, and after a little more sucking, I stopped and playfully told him I’d like a piece of her, too.



“I think she’s straight, Elena,” Gerard protested with a tinge of anger and frustration.



“Oh, I think I can cure that,” I purred happily as I jacked him slowly. “I swear I’m gonna turn her lez, Gerard! Imagine Mandy’s mouth full of my pussy. I’m betting her kitty gets really, really wet, huh? I bet she cums hard. Hey, wouldn’t you like to get in on that action, huh? A threesome with two hot girls? Every man’s dream!”



“You… bitch!” grunted a shuddering Gerard through gritted teeth. I could tell he was thinking about it because his cock got a little harder. I just chuckled.



“Gerard, babe. I was just joking,” I insisted. But I really wasn’t. To make things better, I let him fuck my ass. I’d begun doing anal about six months earlier and I was surprised that I liked it. Gerard did a pretty good job. He came over the Saturday before the Happy Driver closed. I’d been putting in applications all over the place, but no one had called me for an interview. I was needing a shoulder to cry on and was going to ask him to stay the whole night. But then Gerard said something which stunned me.



“Listen, Elena,” said Gerard. “I have an idea, but you’re probably not going to like it.”



“Gerard, I’m nearly broke, I’m in debt up to my eyeballs, I don’t have a car, and I’m not even going to have a fucking job in a couple of days,” I ranted. “I don’t get a job, I might end up homeless. I don’t like that! Believe me, I’m open to damn near anything right now.”

This is a story of an adventure I did not even know I was about to embark on with my girl friend of 2 years. As a fairly new couple in our mid-twenties, our sex life is great. I enjoy fucking her daily and the feeling is mutual. You can call me Mark. I am 6” tall, medium build and my cock is just about 8 inches but not quite. My girlfriend, Dana is simply amazing. First off she is 5 foot 6 inches tall. Her breasts fit well in a 36C bra and she has nice blonde hair. She’s shaped like an hour glass: Any guy in his right mind would not dare stop to check her out from her plump tits down to her small waist and down further to her busty hips and ass. She’s a perfect fuck and we are very much in love.



We are currently both working our way through college living in a studio apartment. It gets hard sometimes, especially in this day in age where the economy shows no mercy to us. Sitting at the kitchen table and budgeting for the next weeks living we find ourselves stressed out. This usually leads us to the bedroom. We release all the worries in the world during sex. Dana loves it when I pick her up and throw her to the bed. I almost always pin her down to the bed and take her as she watches us in the mirror behind me. We try a plethora of positions and ways of having sex just to have some variety in our sex life. Our next step was to use some sex toys in the bedroom but we could not afford to buy them. We were content with this because we both felt that we did not need them anyway. Making love to each other was enough for the both of us. Until one day…



Like I said, the economy was beating us down. Keeping our moral up was a task in itself. Little arguments took place and less sex as well. We needed more money to survive but we had no solutions. Dana’s friend Rachel tried to talk her into stripping on the side. Dana decided to consider the option and talk it over with me. I told her that I was really uncomfortable with her showing off her body like that to other men. I thought to myself, that I did not mind her showing off her lushes curves in public. She usually dressed in moderately revealing clothing. She immediately backed off the idea and I thanked her for loving us both enough to consider it and talk it over.



A few weeks later it was another one of those nights sitting at the kitchen table budgeting our next week together. College tuition and the price of living keeps us bound to the almighty dollar. We were beginning to take on too much debt. It was enough to keep us very worried and on edge all the time. It was such a dire situation that I she brought up stripping again for money. I paused for about two minutes to think it over in my mind. Then I stood up and picked up Dana. I carried her to the bedroom. We had the roughest sex that we have ever experienced. All that stress was being released with each trust inside of her. With her thick legs in the air and my juicy cock inside her, she whispered in my ear: “So what do you think? Should I dance?”. I could not think at a time like this but I answered anyway: “Yes, yes, yess”. I unloaded myself deep inside her and then we fell asleep together.



The next night Dana was not home. She must have already began dancing that night. I did not want to go to the club and watch. I could not stomach watching other men stick money in skimpy underwear. She would come home with rolls of cash. Her hot body was helping us stay out of debt and live more comfortably. It got to the point where we were finally able to buy some sex toys: a cock ring and 6 inch vibrator. We used those toys frequently each week,



I decided that I was going to visit Dana at the strip club one day. She was the main attraction in the club. I had no clue. Men of all ages were flocking in to get off on my girlfriends sweet tits and busty ass. She looked amazing in her high heals and wrapped our that stripper pole. I watched her open up her legs to men all night. The best part was that I was the one taking her home that night and fucking her. The rest of them could only beat off later on.



Life was good with Dana being a stripper until her friend Rachel tried to talk her into having sex for money. I could not believe when Dana came to me with this proposition. We weren’t struggling to make ends meet anymore, so I could not understand why she wanted to make more money fucking other men. I told her “Absolutely not.” I would start stripping before she became an escort. She took the refusal very well and said, “Okay baby, just a thought. I don’t want us to be struggling in the future.” I assured her that we would not and that I was grateful for her stripping ever night to make us both a good living. She responded “I actually really enjoying dancing every night and helping us both pay the bills.” I was so happy that I fucked her on top of the kitchen table. I thrusted inside her so much that the old rickety table broke. But we kept on fucking on top of it until we both came.



A month went by when all of our comfortable living came to a screeching halt. Dana had broken her leg running to class that morning. She did not see the puddle of water on the side walk, so she slipped and fell; breaking her leg and scrapping her cheek. Thankfully she was okay. The emergency room doctors said she would be able to recover fully in the coming months. Relief set in when I heard those words but not when we were both sitting around our new kitchen table looking over the medical bills from Dana’s fall. With no health insurance, we were back to square one. I had to step it up and take care of Dana and myself.



A couple weeks went by until our bills were not being paid and I was really struggling to keep us on our feet. It finally got to the point where I knew I was not going to have enough money to buy gas to drive to school and put food on the table. I had to think of something to do quickly. I asked Dana if I could start dancing and if she knew of any male strip clubs anywhere in town. She was very grateful that I would offer up myself like that for our well-being. She immediately called her friend Rachel to look into any male strip clubs. Dana was on the phone for a good hour before she hung up with Rachel. During her phone conversation I saw her writing down a number. I was excited because this meant that I would have an extra job aside from delivering pizzas.



Dana sat me down next to her on the couch and explained to me that there was no male strip clubs. The closest one was 100 miles away and Rachel did not have any connection there to get me a position as a dancer. She gave me a kiss on the lips and said “but there one thing that I want you to consider because I think it is a good idea that Rachel brought up to me on the phone.” Dana added, “Now do not be upset because I sacrificed my dignity to start dancing in front sleazy drunk men and this is about the only way we are going to start making some money. We need you to step up and provide for us.” I responded: “Okay, what is it?!”



Dana: “I know you are capable of this because you have the body of a model”



Me: “Okay. Spit out already.”



Dana: “There a neighborhood only three blocks from here that has a thriving market for young handsome men like you.”



Me: “Whaa?”



Dana: “Now sit there and think about it. I will still love you and nothing will change between us.”



Me: “No, I wont.”



Dana: “If you don’t do this for us we will not last together. Now think about those consequences”



Me: “…Okay. I’ll do it until you are well enough to dance again. I’m doing this for us.”



Dana grabbed me and gave me a big kiss and a hug. That night she laid me in bed and sucked on long cock until I came in her mouth. It felt great to get all that stress out of me. As I was finishing my last throb of cum in her mouth I ask her “How many women do you think will approach me for sex while I stand on the corner tomorrow night?” She came up from servicing my cock and locked lips with mine. I opened up to feel her tongue but instead received a mouth full of my own cum. Dana made me eat every single last drop as she kissed me. She looked at me with a big smile and said, “You better get use to that. And tomorrow night when you get home from servicing the streets you better report 80% of your earnings to me because I just got a new job as your manager. Do you understand?”



Me: “Yes. Anything for you my love.”



Dana: “Good. Now go get that 6inch cock we bought with my hard earned stripper money because the tides have turned, Mark.”

After our last session Lucia commented that she was surprised how much she enjoyed the actual full on sex , usually much preferring oral sex. I joked that I had been selfish in wanting all of her body, not just her mouth and tongue, and I’d have to make it up to her sometime. We kept up an e-mail conversation for a few months before I decided I needed more of her and asked for another date. I told her it would be a special one and she better start conditioning her jaw muscles! She readily agreed and we set upon another date for me to visit her,



The agreed upon date finally arrived and I made the long drive to her town and quickly checked into the hotel. I had made sure to trim and then shave everything below the belt to maximize the amount of pleasure I knew Lucia’s mouth would deliver the day before so no razor burn or irritation would be left by the time of the event. A quick shower to cleanse the travel from my body and I was ready to go. I slipped on the hotel bath robe and called Lucia to let her know I was ready for her. Her voice was nervous and excited as she asked for the details and whether I had any special requests for attire. I told her to wear some black thigh highs, a tight dress with no bra or underwear. She laughed at the specificness of my request and said she’d see what she could do.



An hour later there was a knock on my door and I went to open the door. She was standing outside the door in a little black dress that must have been two sizes too small pushing her tits up and together in a perilous position, I’m sure if she sneezed they’d pop out instantly! She wore some light makeup, and had her hair pulled up in an elegant up do, and her legs were adorned with slightly slutty looking stockings, the top bands of which just crept below her scandalously high hem line of her dress. She turned to shut the door behind her and I enjoyed the view of her round ass sculpted by her tight outfit.



“So good to see you Lucia!” I said quietly. “I intend to be a little more demanding of your ‘services’ this time, I hope you don’t mind?”



“Not at all… ” She blushed as she replied.



“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Why don’t you sit down?” I motioned to the overstuffed hotel armchair.



She slowly wiggled her way to the chair, the dress obviously a little uncomfortable, and sat down carefully.



“Are you wearing any panties?” I asked meaningfully, glancing down at her lap with an eyebrow raised.



She smiled coyly and spread her legs slightly before crossing them. The motion pushed the skirt of her dress up revealing a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before she modestly tugged the dress back in place.



“Good!” I murmured as I walked over to the chair and placed a hand on the back of her shoulder and stroked. “No bra straps either!”



I slid my hand from her shoulder around to her chest and gave her right tits a little caress. “I like that you took my requests seriously.”



“I know I have been selfish in the past, and I mean to rectify that. I am going to use your mouth for our entire date and I mean fully use it…” I opened my bath robe and motioned for her to lean towards my cock.



“First task: make it hard.” I commanded. Lucia grinned as she leaned in and took my flaccid cock immediately into her mouth. I have always loved have my cock sucked before it’s hard, there’s a subtle difference in the sense of pleasure that I really enjoy. She applied a steady firm suction and swished her tongue back and forth and around my cock as it danced in her mouth. I laid a hand on the top of her head and leaned back slightly and enjoyed the intense feeling of warmth and wetness on my now hardening shaft. Lucia reached up and cupped and tugged gently on my balls.



“Hands are OK there, but I want only your mouth on my cock.” I warned her with a smile and a wink. Now that my cock was fully hard I pulled back, my cock slipping out of Lucia’s mouth with a slurping noise.



“OK, I want you to open your mouth and I will see how far you can swallow me. Try not to gag please, I don’t like it.”



“Um, I’ll try…” Lucia replied timidly. She leaned forward a bit and licked her lips liberally before opening wide and staring up at me. I stroked her cheek fondly and smiled and slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. As we were just getting started I only went in about half way, paused for a moment and withdrew. She moaned slightly on my cock and smiled, and I stroked her soft dark hair. I pushed my cock back in a little slower this time, but deeper, about 3/4 of the way in, paused even longer feeling Lucia try to stifle a gag before withdrawing slowly with a contented sigh. Lucia’s mouth was beginning to drool copious amounts of saliva as a result of my cocks invasion of her throat and long strands of saliva trailed from the head of my cock to her open mouth.



Once more I slowly entered her mouth, this time not stopping till I was fully inside her mouth, my cock head firmly inside her throat. I paused a second to let her get used to it before flexing my cock inside her throat to see if she could take it. She choked slightly, her throat constricting and spasming nicely on my shaft before quickly regaining composure and accepting my cocks presence inside of her, and I patted her head again and slowly pulled free. Drool and thick saliva from her throat came out with my cock which had increasingly been drooling out of her mouth onto her chin and chest.



“Maybe you should take your dress off before it get’s ruined.” I suggested. “You are doing really well Lucia, I am quite impressed.”



Lucia smiled shyly and stood to take off her dress. She turned and indicated her zipper on the back of the dress and I helped her undo it. She pulled the dress slowly down her body and over her hips, bending over slowly and stepping out of it, her ass spreading slightly only inches in front of my hard cock. I resisted the urge to grab her hips and have my way with her from behind, reminding myself that this visit I promised to be generous and sate her hunger for swallowing cock.



As she stood and turned back towards me, I reached out and took her hand and led her silently to the king size bed. She crawled on to it and turned back to face me on all fours. I laid a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to lay flat on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed. She got the message immediately and positioned her mouth to be level with my cock.



“Fuck me with your mouth Lucia. I am so happy you are able to accept me fully without rejected my cock by gagging. Show me how much you want it!”



“I really want to swallow your cock Andy! I’d never reject it, ever.” Lucia said with a smile.



She inched forward on her elbows and took me into her mouth, quickly pushing forward till her nose pressed against my closely cropped pubic hair and slowly snaked her tongue out to lap my balls a couple times before pulling back. She didn’t pull back all the way however and immediately shoved herself forward quickly, my cock head hitting the back of her throat and forced downwards. I grunted with pleasure and resisted the urge to thrust back, wanting Lucia to take charge and show me how much she wanted me in her mouth and throat. Lucia began rocking her whole body back and forth throwing her mouth onto my cock in such a sudden assault that I momentarily staggered back a step in surprise and intense pleasure. She shot out a hand to grab my by the back of my thigh and pulled me back towards her greedy mouth without breaking her rhythm. She began making little growly noises in her throat and started swiveling her hips and ass around in the air as if on some invisible cock.



She got back up on her knees and elbows to get a better angle on my cock and bobbed her head up and down on me while occasionally stopping to run her tongue up and down my shaft sideways, drooling and spitting on my shaft as well.



“Do you like oral sluts baby?” Lucia asked sweetly in between devouring me. “Yeah, I bet you do! I’m the biggest cock-sucking slut you’ll ever meet!”



Hugely turned on by her dirty talk I grabbed her head and started slowly face fucking the dirty little slut. After a minute or two she pulled backed to catch her breath and stuck out her tongue to lick the underside of my cock head. I grabbed my shaft and flicked it up and down on her tongue, lips and face making soft smacking sounds. She turned her head sideways and I continued rubbing my cock up an down, smearing her saliva and my precum over lips and face. I held her head sideways and pushed my cock back into her mouth, fucking slowly into her cheek while reaching down to cup her heavy swaying tits. Watching my cock poking her cheek as I fucked her mouth I thought how lucky I was to be with a girl who knew how to really please a man.



After a few more moments grabbed her shoulder. “I want you on your back!” I commanded. She rolled over and scootched up to the end of the bed and laid her head over the edge. I squatted slightly to bring my cock level with her mouth and let her lick it from the underside while I surveyed her lush body. Her tits swayed gently on her chest as she moved and I could see even from my viewpoint that her snatch was literally dripping in excitement. I leaned in closer and she took me into her mouth again, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked and licked on the end of my cock.



As she continued to fuck my cock with her mouth I leaned forward and groped her large soft breasts roughly. She took me fully into her mouth and used her tongue and suction from her mouth to fully enclose my member in pure pleasure. I reached further forward to her wet pussy and started rubbing my middle finger up and down her slick slit causing her to moan louder and suckle on me even harder, working her jaw in little circles while furiously rubbing my shaft with her tongue. Not wanting to come too fast I stood and pulled out of her mouth and brought my balls up to her mouth. No words were necessary and she immediately took the cue and started licking.



“That’s great Lucia!” I gasped and continued playing with her hard nipples. Lucia gently took my balls into her mouth and applied just the right amount of pressure, not too much too cause any pain or discomfort. She reached back with her hands and rubbed my thighs and backs of my legs.



“OK you can use your hands now…” I whispered. She grinned around my sack and took hold of my saliva coated shaft and stroked while continuing to lick and suck on my balls. With her other hand she reached down and started playing with her pussy, teasing her clit and pausing to dip her fingers into her wet snatch every now and then. Not being able to stand holding back much longer, I pulled her hand from my shaft and once again shoved my cock into her mouth. She grabbed the bedspread in her hands and arched her back and leaned her head back further in order to accommodate the sudden invasion of her throat of my man meat. She dug her heels into the bed as I increased my pace.



“gurk, gurk, GURK!” Lucia could no longer hold back her gag reflex as I pounded into her mouth.



“Fuck! Yeah fucking swallow it you little slut!” I shouted as my orgasm built.



“Quick, on your knees!” I yelled as I felt the eruption approach, and Lucia half fell off the bed and knelt in front of me.



She grabbed my shaft and jacked me as she lunged forward and took me in her mouth. She had her hand near the end of my shaft and rubbed her thumb under my cock head as she sucked. All the while she stared up at me, and when she saw my face tighten and felt my legs stiffen, she slowly pulled her head back slightly so that my cock head was resting on her outstretched tongue while her hand continued jacking and rubbing just in time for me to watch the first of seven heavy streams of cum to erupt onto her soft waiting tongue. All the while she frigged her clit with her other hand, making soft wet sloppy noises from her wet pussy.



“FUCK!” I moaned as she used the tip of her tongue to flick at the underside of my cock head while the cum filled her mouth.



“Mmmhmmm, mmmmm, mmmmHMMM!” She moaned in approval. After my cum slowed, she gently started sucking my shaft into her mouth while jacking my shaft again, until my legs went shaky. She giggled and pulled back and opened her mouth to show she hadn’t spilled a drop of my cum, rolling around her tongue with a sly smile on her lips before pursing her lips and sucking back into her mouth with a little whistle and swallowing.



“Mmmmm, yummy.” she whispered with a grin, and opened wide and stuck out her tongue to show it was all gone.



I shakily stepped back and collapsed on the chair with a dreamy spent smile on my face.



“Jesus! That was mind altering!” I exclaimed. “OK, now I want you to lay down on the bed and rub your clit for me till you cum…”



Lucia, got up from her knees with a smile and crawled onto the bed as a I laid back in the chair to enjoy the show…..



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