He shook his head. "Don't believe in coincidence. I own this place. Own the whole chain. Used to own one there. Closed now, though. What brings you here? You don't seem the type, if you don't mind me saying."
"Here in this town? I started at the U last fall. Here, here? Looking for weekend work."
"That right? You eighteen?"
I showed him my student body ID.
"Come into my office?"
"Mmm. Getting late. Don't really want to be walking around here after dark. Tomorrow?"
"I'm not here tomorrow. Look, it's dark already. Let me give you a ride back to the U. It's on my way."
"Will I be safer in your car than out there? No offense."
He laughed. "Much safer. I'm civilized. I may ask, but I do take 'no' for an answer."
"Yeah, okay. Truthfully? I might not say 'no'. I just don't want to be raped."
"Wouldn't do that. Wouldn't let that happen."
I nodded. "Okay then. Let's ride."
"Uno momento. Louis, any problems? Anything I should know?"
"Bathroom faucet's dripping. Sales are down 2% month over month."
"Inventory?"
"Got all we need."
"Okay. Call the plumber we use, not some dildo. Tell him replace all the washers. I don't wanna have him back in a month. Ciao, Louis. See you in two weeks, maybe sooner."
"Will do. 'Night sir, miss." We walked out together. And just like that, my life took a new course, carrying me closer to the cum slut that I am today.
His midnight blue SUV reminded me of Twilla's. Clean, expensive, fairly new. He drove towards the U by way of the hill above town. There were a few isolated one-car pullouts with nice views. He chose one. "You mind? I'd like to talk."
My heart was beating faster than normal. I was sure he wanted more than talk. But so did I. He was older, but not dorky or creepy: more sleek, a little sharklike. I liked the way he smelled. It reminded me of something. Something good. I wanted to suck his cock. "You really wanna talk?"
He gave a low rumbling chuckle, one I'd swear I heard somewhere before. "It's what civilized people do, first. But no, I don't just want to talk. Would you be willing to fellate me for, say, fifty dollars? 'No' is a perfectly acceptable answer."
"I'd enjoy sucking you off," I said honestly, "but fifty dollars wouldn't really change my situation, and it would lower my self esteem, a little. So no."
"You'd enjoy it? That would be worth a hundred to me."
"That's a nice round number, but it's the same problem. Look, let's just keep money out of it, ok?. You're getting a nice bulge in your pants there. How about if I set it free? I'd like to pet it." His bulge grew. "I'd like to taste it." It twitched, and swelled a little more. This was fun. "I'd like to suck your cum from the tip of it," it jumped, swelling visibly.
He spread his hands in a 'help yourself' gesture. His manner was casual, but he was breathing harder.
I unzipped him. His prick was straining against his underwear. I pulled them down and a long cock sprang out—clean and handsome, seven or eight inches of it, light olive colored, with a noticeable bend to the left. "It's you!" I cried. I had my first glory hole orgasm with this cock in my mouth. And my last.
I closed my eyes and lowered my face all the way down that long, beautiful prick. I let it lodge in the back of my throat and gave it a swallow, then closed my lips around the shaft and pulled back, letting the suction build until it popped out of my mouth audibly. "Mmm."
I liked that, so I did it again.
He gave a low groan. "Oh my god, it's you! The mouth in the glory hole! That was the best blowjob of my life!"
I grinned. "This one's gonna be better. Do you mind if I masturbate? I'd like to cum when you do."
"This just keeps getting better. Please, touch yourself, by all means. Cum with me."
I sucked his dick back into my throat, unzipped myself, and held my fingertips to his lips so he could wet them—my mouth was already busy. He sucked them sensually, leaving a generous dollop of saliva. I used his spit as lubricant on my clit, dipping into my honey pot for a little nectar to make it slipperier. As soon as my fingers touched my clit I went into heat.
My mouth was having a warm reunion with his long, handsome cock. I pursed my lips, so he could feel his head pushing in through them, deepthroated him, swallowed to grasp him with my throat muscles, then sealed my lips around him so the suction built and built as I pulled back off his dick. I made a ring of my fingers and thumb and held them to my lips, so the rim of his cock head pulled out through something really, rally tight on the way out. Then I rubbed my hand around his head a few times to vary the sensations and spread my slippery deepthroat saliva, and did it all over again. And again. And again. I was in a rhythm, in the Zone. I was sucking this cock perfectly. It felt so sensitive, so warm, so hard, and so good to hold in my hand, to taste in my mouth, to fill my throat with. This was cocksucking at its finest.
The sensation of his manhood sliding in and out of my mouth, combined with the stimulation of my slippery fingers on the shaft of my own clit, were quickly bringing me close to climax. I began whisking my clit lightly, thrilled and wanting to stay there, on the edge, letting it build, holding back my orgasm to join it with his.
He reached down between my legs and slipped a thick, probing finger gently into my tight, wet little cunt. He reamed my entrance with his finger, teasing me, getting me hotter, closer.
"I've thought about your mouth," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot in my ear as I bobbed on his shaft. "I've fantasized about it, gotten hard remembering it. I've cum in my hand, thinking about you. More than once. You suck so good. So good."
I used my hand gripped around his base to shake his cock back and forth across my tongue as fast as I could, while bobbing my mouth on his cockhead. I was going to cum, now, and I needed to feel his cum spurting into my mouth when I did..
"Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmmm. Cmm. Cmm!" I called, my mouth full of his cock. I tasted his precum.
I came unglued, unable to hold back another second. I screamed with my mouth closed tight around the shaft of his cock, sucking, cumming, wordlessly begging him to shoot, to let me taste him. He stroked his palm softly on my face. "Yes. Oh, yes," he sighed deeply. I looked up. We made eye contact.
And at that moment, he filled my mouth with sperm. Fresh, warm, thick, salty, bitter, musky spunk, like ripe Brie, with salty caviar and roast garlic. Even better than I remembered. His finger flexed inside me, in time with my own contractions, Extending my climax, milking it, as my mouth milked his. Our eyes never left each other's.
We were quiet for a long time.
"Fuck,man," I said finally, "how much did you say I owe you?"
He laughed, deep, loud and long. "I'm in town once, maybe twice a month, mostly on Saturdays. Today's an exception. Can I see you?"
I blew out a little air, making cum bubbles, then swallowed the last of him. "I don't know where I'll be."
"Aren't you staying in school?"
I shrugged. "I'd really like to, but I haven't got dorm rent anymore. Tuition's paid for the year, and I have books for the semester, but I need to come up with rent and pocket money. Unless I can find a job that I can do while I'm in school, I'll have to drop out and look for work."
"How much do you need to get through the semester?"
I'd done the math already, a hundred times. I told him.
"Listen, I'm in the adult entertainment business. I throw small parties in town, once or twice a month. I need a new hostess. You'd greet people, take their coats, introduce them around, then just be yourself. Do what you feel. It would probably lead to sex, at some point, but no one would pay you for sex, quid pro quo. No one would own you. Guys would hit on you, but as long as you were polite, you'd be free to say 'no'. And you'd be protected.
"It would pay well, more than enough to keep you in school.
"You wouldn't owe me sex, either, but I'd very much like to see you. I'd very much like to fuck you, in fact, but I'd want it to be like this: because you want to. Money's great, but it spoils things sometimes. This, this is too good to spoil, for the kind of money we're talking about."
"I'd like to see you, too, I think. So call me when you're in town, ok? If my rent's paid, I'll be in school, so I'll be around. I'll come to one of your parties and see how I feel about it. No promises beyond that. Does that work for you?"
"What's your name?" He asked,
"Cindy. You?"
"John."
"Nice to meet you, John. "
"My pleasure. Please consider your remaining dorm fees for the semester a gift. Can I drive you home?"
"You'll have to drop me off. Only students and parents in the dorms after dark."
"I understand."
"Did you really remember me—cum, thinking about me?"
"About fucking your mouth. How could I forget? Next time I masturbate, I'll probably be thinking about you, about this."
"You'll get hard and cum thinking about me?"
"More than once, I promise."
"Um, it's early still. If I can get you hard, will you cum in my mouth again? I really liked it."
"Oh, god yes. Please."
"You said the magic word," I said approvingly. I felt his cock stirring in my hand. I slurped it into my mouth and suckled on it. This would probably take a while, given his age and all. Which was good. This was exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.
If I worked at it, I'd probably get another mouthful of cum. Yum.
I'm such a slut.