OK, so, I had given guys hand jobs here and there for a couple of bucks, but I needed more now. I’m young, but not a kid anymore. These economic times and a never-ending set of circumstances beyond my control have landed me in too much debt and living in my car.
I was in dire straits, but I had decided I was going to walk the streets for money, at least for a while. I was a bit afraid and unsure, until a kind man hired me and took me to the motel across the street from where I was hanging out.
I didn’t let him know that he was my first trick, but I think he could tell anyway. I think he liked it too. I made some friends out on the streets and they told me a couple of things to remember to just sort of help me out. One thing I learned was to never ask your trick what his name was, but this guy offered it. I thought it was ironic that his name was actually John. Then he asked me my name, hesitating at first, I went ahead and told him it was Debbie.
The room was small and I think it made me feel more nervous. John wondered aloud why I wasn’t dressed like a whore. I don’t care how I’m earning my money; I like being comfortable in my clothes so I decided on jeans and a fresh button down white blouse. I didn’t let him know yet, but it was my lingerie that was a bit on the ‘whorish’ side.
“Well take your clothes off”, he said sharply.
I wasn’t used to having to do this yet. I wasn’t a virgin, but unbelievably at age 20, I really hadn’t had much experience. The experience I did have sure excited me and left me wanting more. The fact I had to do this in front of an absolute stranger made me unsure of myself. I began to unbutton my blouse, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. I let it drop off my shoulders exposing my new lace demi-bra. My nipples had started to harden and they began to press against the lace. I moved to my pants and unzipped them, and wiggled halfway out of them. I could feel the heat rising to my face and I’m sure I blushed, but continued, letting them drop to my ankles I walked out of them. My new lace panties showed my pussy off quite nicely, mostly because they were crotch less.
I could tell that my trick liked what he saw by the growing bulge in his pants.
Now it was his turn and he unzipped his trousers, letting his cock free and telling me that I looked amazing, that was why he was hard already.
Holding his cock in his hands he asked me if I had ever seen something like this before. Maybe he had been to whores before because he sure seemed to know I was a novice.
“Of course I’ve seen a hard cock before, but never that thick or so hard.”
Reaching out towards me he pulled me closer, telling me that I’m the one that did that to him, then put his cock in my hand. After a few quick strokes he said,
“Now let’s see your tits”
I let go of his cock and lifted them up and over my bra. Not quite looking at him yet but thinking to myself that I always liked how they stuck out when I would do that. With my head still down I told him that I liked it better than taking it all the way off. I told John that it reminded me of the boys in school that liked my tits because they were big and they were always trying to get under my blouse to squeeze them. Even back then, I let those boys do it and I liked it.
John cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them softly and massaged my nipples with his thumb. He lifted my chin so I would look right at him and said, “Like this?”
My uneasiness again kept me from answering verbally and I only nodded and smiled a bit, then a small soft moan escaped me and I answered him,
“Yes sort of like that, but the way you do it, it feels better"
“I want you to make me cum, Debbie. Have you ever done that before?”
Sure I had, I wasn’t that naïve. I wouldn’t be walking the streets getting money to make guys cum if I hadn’t.
"Well, I've made a guy cum by jerking him off, but that's all"
I had wondered and worried about other ways, thinking that it's too easy to just jerk off a guy, it's not that much fun. I knew I could have more fun.
"I want you to use your mouth to cum, Debbie. Suck my cock, girl."
In fairness I tell John that I've only watched other girls do it and that I hope I'm OK before I drop to my knees in front of him. John tugged on each of my pigtails and pulled me closer to his crotch. Even though it hurt, I liked it. The force and pain made me feel better about taking money for sucking a stranger’s cock.
"You want that money, don't you, Debbie? I think you should wrap those pretty young lips around my cock and suck me like you love it”, was his reply to my confession.
I didn’t want him to leave or tell my pimp I was useless so
I grabbed the base of his cock again and kissed the spongy tip. I kept it in my hand, feeling it throb as I looked up and said, "I like the way you smell"
Although I was unsure, I sucked that hard meat into my mouth. The taste and feel of a man like that was new and exciting. It made me wet. In fact, I liked it! To be assured I looked up at John for approval and direction.
A soft moan escaped my lips and he smiled as he looked down at me.
"That's a good little girl, Debbie. That feels so good. Take just a little bit more in your mouth."
His moan lets me know I'm doing something right and I sucked more of his warm, smooth, hard dick into my mouth. The feel of his cock getting even harder against my tongue made me start to like giving blowjobs more. I feel a hunger like nothing I had felt before. A hunger to have more of that man inside my face.
Surprisingly John pushed me gently but firmly away until I let his cock pop out of my mouth.
"Debbie, you're going to make me cum too quickly. Your mouth feels so fucking good. It's like being in heaven."
Smiling at him I at least was starting to believe what I was doing was at least OK, maybe even more than OK.
"You know what's going to happen when you make me cum, right?", he asked. I hadn’t really thought much about it truthfully so I just sort of shrugged my shoulders. I explained what I knew; I have to swallow it if he’s in my mouth. I knew he’d probably groan out loud when he orgasmed. Education is a good thing so I asked John what else do I need to know?
Assuring and in enlightening he explained that I didn’t have to swallow his cum. He understood that some women didn’t like the taste or feel of it. There always seems to be so many alternatives to types of ways to have sex.
I could jerk him off after I got him hard in mouth, or let him fuck my tits so he could cum on them, or anywhere else. Or he could just use his cock like a gun; give it a few quick strokes, point, and shoot into my hair, on my face, just about anywhere, he wanted. The only thing he didn’t like was spitting, explaining that it felt more like rejection than anything else did.
He stopped saying anything and dragged his cockhead across one of my nipples, leaving a streak of precum on it. Proving to John that I wanted more of him, I put my nipple to my mouth and tasted him. It tasted like a man, I knew it instinctively.
Looking at him I said,
“Can I have more? I want to and I promise to be good and try my best. Do you believe me?”
He believed me and wanted to take more time with me. He was almost too kind and I began wondering if my pimp set this whole thing up. So he began to offer more advice. Of course, by now, he had lost most of his hard on.
I wanted to let him cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste it. I knew guys paid for whores to suck them off all the time and I’d make more money. I figured I wouldn’t be as embarrassed next time or afraid of being smacked around because I wasn’t doing something right. That’s something my friends had been through and it scared me.
“I believe you Debbie”, he said as he pushed me to my knees.
“Now suck me off until I cum in your pretty little virgin mouth.”
He held his cock and pushed it into my mouth again.
“Now whore get me rock hard again.”
I took him in, this time sucking on him more, savoring him. I figured I’d be safe if I just treated his dick like a lollipop. It seemed to be working. John’s moans were regular now and he was yanking on my pigtails.
I looked up at him and he reminded me what I was as his pleasure made him start to lose his calm control.
“Faster whore, like this”, he said as he held my head in place and pumped his cock between my lips, filling my mouth with each thrust, making me gag a couple of times.
Pulling my hair back, he made me show him his cock in my mouth again. Just his smile and they way he said ‘that’s it’ filled me with confidence. This time I moved my tongue around in my mouth too; I used it as a tool to explore the feel of a hard cock in my face, it’s heaviness, heat, stiffness, and smoothness. I felt his hand move to the back of my head, but I didn’t know why and it didn’t stop me from being cock hungry.
I soon found out why that hand was behind my head. The sound of that groan, that animal groan, his words barely making it out,
"Are you ready, girl? Are you ready for my load in your little slutty mouth?"
I moaned on his cock and nodded and then closed my eyes as he slammed his meat down my throat. The next moan was lower and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. His cum shot over my tongue, more and more of it as his dick pulsed in my mouth. The blast surprised me at first, and then I feel the warm, tart, gooey, and salty mixture fill my mouth. I didn’t know to swallow right away so after a couple of squirts I couldn’t swallow it and it began to leak past my lips, running down my chin.
I was empowered as I gulped him down. I became a true cock-sucking whore that made guys balls explode!
“So am I good enough that you’d pay for me to suck you off again? Did you like it?”
John assured me that I would keep making a lot of money if I kept taking care of other guys the way I took care of him. I admitted to him that as I sucked on him it made me wet. It made want to fuck. It made me breathless when he told me that he would keep coming back because he wanted to cum on my face, and my tits, and in my tight little virgin butt, and deep inside my tight fresh pussy. He told me that he’d give me an extra $100 each time I convinced him that his cock is what a wanted and why. Add of course if I always wore pigtails.
Hey, I’m a whore, and I love my damn job (at least most of time). I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear to get him to put that money on my dresser.
I was sent this CBW just a couple of days ago. It was signed 'A UK Admirer'.
