Wednesday, July 4, 2012

CBW #131 - July 4th Explosion

I was sent this CBW just a couple of days ago.  It was signed 'A UK Admirer'.
I thought to myself what a perfect cock for Independence Day?
Can you imagine the kind of revolution that this handsome cock would start?
















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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

CBW #130 - Thinking Of You

VideoBam.comI have a client in Viva Ponata.  We role play often and he sent me a video of himself he entitled 'Thinking Of You'
I thought it was wonderful proof that he was enjoying himself.  I was so happy when he allowed me to post him as a CBW. 


















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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Debbie Does The Streets #2 - Sit and Listen

To learn more about my newest series, Debbie Does The Streets, read this post.


After a couple days of just blowjobs in the alley and getting my ass torn up, I finally got an interesting hire.  I like those interesting hires, it keeps me from getting bored and I can usually charge more for them.  Such was the case with this client.
This was a hire from a guy I had done before and I guess he trusted me more now and asked for ‘something special’ the other evening.

John told me to strip and sit down on the footstool as he told me about a fantasy he had while at work that day.  I’m always glad to help a client after a tough day.  I like knowing that I’m their stress relief.

“For now, just listen Deb.  That’s all I need”.

Here’s how his story started:

My secretary, Sue, can be such a tease and she was really bad today.  She was getting crazy filthy with me and it got me thinking about having her.  I can never tell if she really wants me or just likes teasing me.  I work in a basement office and she deals with the shop upstairs.  I texted her because I got a call from another employee saying that she was driving the customers crazy.  I wanted them to send her back down to my office.  As she turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the extra desk she wiggled her ass in my direction, looked over her shoulder as she slapped it and said, “You’re not getting this”.  However, she teased me more, telling me not to leave my chair or the show would be over.  She slapped her ass again and I could see her G-string as she blew a kiss at me.

There are no windows in my office and I keep the back door locked so I knew that we’d be safe.

John told me he sighed when he heard that, but then decided to think through what could really happen.  His fantasy got more intense.  I got brave once I fell into my fantasy, do you know what I mean, Debbie?, he asked.
I nodded and smile, saying “oh yes, yes I do”.


She walked back towards my desk, I stayed in my seat because I didn’t want to miss out on anything.  I didn’t want to scare her away.

I tell her, “I’ll give you an extra week’s pay if you follow my directions, all for teasing me for months now”.
A surprised look slowly creeps across her face, but no sign of fear.  No verbal answer.
She just comes around and sits on my lap, unbuttons her blouse and just lets me feel her up.  Her breasts feel great in my hands, like they belong there.

“That’s the wonderful thing about fantasies, isn’t it Deb?  They are always perfect.”
“That they are, no fear, no worry, just perfection.”  I answer.


I clearly become rock hard, my cock stays in my pants, but it pushes against her ass through my trousers.

I tell her that I should just make her strip down, tie her to my desk, and cum all over her body.
She laughs it off, at least for now.

I insist that she show me all of that G-string of hers.  Yes, I wanted her to take her pants off right there.  She did it.  I guess she really wants that bonus pay.  I picture her teasing me even more.  She steps out of her pants and looks at my crotch.
“So you want that cock out, don’t you boss?”, Sue asks me.
The tent I’ve pitched for her is obvious now, in fact it’s screaming at her.

I don’t answer her.  I just watch her.  She’s rubbing her puss over the front of the G-string.  It’s so nice.  I watch her as she licks her lips, but my eyes quickly move back to the small rubs she’s giving herself.  Again the tease, “I get to play and you don’t”
My cock twitches as I listen to her and watch the beautiful view.  She’s right; I’m not playing with myself.

Finally, she crawls onto my desk and I rip her G-string right off.  At long last, I get to see part of that paradise I’ve wanted for months.  She even has a nice little fluffy landing strip.

By now, I’m thoroughly engaged in John’s story.  It’s as though I’m in the back of the office watching it and taking notes.  My body is beginning to respond to his descriptions, I’m more aware of my nipples and the warmth between my thighs.

I unbuckle my belt for her and unzip my fly.  Then I kick off my loafers and lean back so I can rub her bra with my bare feet. 

Can you image feeling hard nipples through socks Debbie?  It’s really something.


I let up for a moment and she unsnaps her bra.  Luscious round breasts with hard nipples like candy are presented to me.  So lovely, matched with that pussy of hers that I now know she was worth the wait. 
She gets off the desk and on all fours at my feet, her ass facing me, and lets me rub my feet all over her.  She’s practically purring.

I figure I’ve waited long enough, fought hard enough, to start taking my prize.  I let my cock loose then drop to the floor with her, move her G-string aside and take four quick laps at her pussy. 
Debbie she was so sweet!

She turns, looks over her shoulder at me and says, “Ummm, you’re not done”.

“It’s funny Debbie, but this is where I started thinking of you”, he tells me
“Really?  Why?  I’m just your whore, that you use every couple of weeks”

“It my fantasy, that’s why”, he said sharply, and then continued.

I just wanted to feel her hand on my cock.  The other great thing about fantasy is that you don’t have to say much.  So she takes hold of my cock and starts to stroke me.  It’s then that I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.  Her stroke stops midway. 

Debbie, it’s you!  Dressed in just a G-string and a bra.
Now I get a real twinge in my pussy.


Sue’s back is to you, but when you just say ‘hello’, she turns around to see who’s speaking.  I tell her to keep stroking me for now.  You just watch Debbie.

For the first time I can see that John is visibly getting hard.


You know, I’m surprised but she seems to be a real expert, at least at hand jobs and I tilt my head back just enjoy the pleasure of feeling a woman’s hand, other than my own, on my cock.

It’s now that I tell Sue that she’ll earn her bonus soon.  I tell her to suck my balls while she’s on her hands and knees.  I help her out by standing up and pulling up on my cock.  Funny, but she doesn’t seem used to this.  So I tell you, Debbie, to tell her what to do.  You give her some quick instructions, like telling her how to kiss them and enjoy them to the fullest.  Sue quickly seems to get better.  I wink at you and moan to let you know that your instructions were being followed just right.

Then, Debbie, you drop to your knees, not in front of me, but behind Sue.
I watch you spread her cheeks and tickle her asshole with the tip of your tongue.  For the first time I hear Sue moan out.  Although it’s the first time I’ve heard pleasure from her, I can tell she’s enjoying herself.  However, her moan took her mouth off my balls and I’m sorry Debbie, but I yell at you for doing it.  Then Sue yells at me! 

Since I am the boss, I shut everyone up by saying, “everyone back to work!”

Sue gets back to sucking my balls and you get back to licking and enjoying her asshole and her warm slit.

John paused there, so I asked
“And? Then what?”
Truthfully, it was getting late and even though I was being paid for all this, it was taking up more time than most.

That was it.  After John finished telling me the whole story, he said to me,
“So it’s late, and now you know why I need you to suck me off now”
“If you have a friend that’s close by that can come by and eat your ass, that would be perfect.”

Then he moved to me and I assumed the position, finishing up my night, the way I often do, on my knees and swallowing an exploding dick.

I look forward to more interesting evenings, but until then, I’m out on the street humping my ass for my pimp.





Saturday, March 10, 2012

Recommedation

I don't think I've ever recommended reading other than my blog, but I just learned about
50 Shades of Grey by E L James.
It's what some people are calling 'Mommy Porn'.  Erotica for women, being read without guilt.
 
The New York Times has done a story explaining why it's so hard to find and what it's about.
Check it out here
If anyone can get a hold of it, let me know what you thought.  


Sunday, March 4, 2012

Debbie Does You #12 - Get To Work

Another one of my ‘clients’ from Viva Ponata has asked me to do a DDU.
So, go ahead and do Debbie, TM


I’m a good secretary and I’m proud of it, but I don’t like it when a company shakes up the staff.  The boss I had been assisting for the past 6 years was asked to retire early and I had to break in a new boss this week.
Monday came and I got to the office early.  Seems as though the new boss thought it would be a good idea to get there early too.  When I got there, he was unpacking his stuff and making the office his own.  I thought it best to be proactive and introduce myself.  When I walked into the office, his back was to me.  It already looked like a man’s office, personal effects made of dark woods and brass, like the pen set on his desk.  Not to mention the paintings of Winslow.  He was putting some business journals into the built in library case.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson?”
He turned around quickly, “Yes?”
“I’m Debbie, your executive secretary.  I’m sorry if I startled you.”

He gave me the once over, of course his eyes pausing a bit more on my tits, then back up to my eyes and smiled kindly.  I admit I did dress as a stereotypical secretary today.  I thought I’d play it safe at first.  A blue skirt, just above the knees, plain white ruffled button down blouse, matching heels, only a small amount of makeup and jewelry.  It was somewhat plain and I like to feel pretty, so I made up for it underneath, deciding to wear stockings and garters rather than pantie hose along with a black satin bra and pantie set.
Mr. Johnson was a bit older than my last boss.  He was starting to gray, but had a young attitude, and was still in great shape.  He already seemed a bit kinder; I could tell just by the way he smiled.  He seemed to be dressed more formally than I’m used to seeing, a pin striped suit, white starched shirt, blue tie, and cuff links.  I do like a man that looks like a man and something about a fresh pressed suit does that.  Sometimes I like that dominance attitude.

“What the first order of business?”, I asked

He told me that he thought it best to get together his calendar and go over it.  I went into my outer office and started on that project.  There were a lot of meet and greets for him this week.  I had taken the liberty of setting up a meeting with the rest of our department and orientation in the HR department.  I had everything he needed in about half an hour and went back to his office.  His desk had been neatened and he was sitting behind it, looking over my resume.  He motioned to me to sit down.

“Seems you have a lot of experience for a young woman”, he said dryly.
Expectations followed, “I demand a certain level of professionalism in the office, is there a problem with that?”

I told him that I prided myself on my office skills and that I was well suited for an executive office.  I assured him I was always eager to learn about my boss so I could assist him the best I could.
Mr. Johnson nodded and went back to my resume.
“I have one question, you listed three associations for secretaries and assistants you belong to.  Are there any others?”

It seemed like a strange question, mostly because there was one more, but there was no way he could know that.
“No, I don’t think so”

He didn’t seem to believe me, or want to believe me, I couldn’t tell.  I shifted nervously in the chair as he asked again.
“Really?  Most of my secretaries do belong to another one, in fact, I insist on it”, this time he was looking straight at the gap in my blouse where it stretched over my tits.

I blushed, glanced down and admitted there was another ‘club’ I belonged to, it just seemed to escape my mouth,
“I belong to the Naughty Secretary Club”
He smiled, and then chuckled.
“I somehow thought you did, but let’s move on, where’s my calendar?”

I gathered the datebook and hard copy print out of my Outlook calendar and brought them to the side of his desk.
Actually, I wasn’t too surprised to see he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.
“I expect you to listen your boss well, you’re used to that right?”
I nodded, confident in being an expert in many aspects of my job and knew my responsibilities. 

As he kept stroking he continued to ask me questions like whether I did this for my last boss, whether I’ve ever had to assist a female boss, or if my last boss had shared me.  I answered truthfully, that my last boss had taken full advantage of my skills, but his ‘appetites’ were vanilla.  I wasn’t really challenged.  I had a female boss in the past and I took care of her needs, having to be a sub all the time.  She was a bit of a harsh manager.  No boss had ever shared me, and I told Mr. Johnson that I wasn’t sure that would be a good idea.  I always stress discretion.

“I want you to know I’ll be very specific about what I want until we know each other better.”
I nodded again; it made perfect sense to me.
“Now go close the door Debbie”
Once back at his desk his instructions, if not demands, started.
“Take your blouse off and get under the desk” 
I was glad he asked for this for a few reasons; I wanted to show off my big tits to him, I do like a man staying in a suit with the extra special accessory of a hardening cock falling out of pants, and this was already a bit naughtier than my last boss ever got.  Little did I know exactly how naughty it would get.

He told me to suck his balls while he kept stroking his dick.
“I don’t want you to put this cock in your mouth unless I say so”.

His nuts were shaved smooth and my tongue attacked them with vigor.  He squirmed and stroked a bit harder when I sucked one into my mouth and slurped on it.
“Ohmmm very good Debbie”, he said as he placed his free hand on the top of my head.
Continuing to use my tongue to pleasure and explore him, I licked small circles over and under his balls.

“I want to fuck you Debbie, I want you to make me real hard with your mouth first”, he said as he let go of his cock.

This request was usual; guys always want to shove their cocks into my mouth.  I came out from under the desk a bit and loosened his tie, then took it off.  He seemed a bit bewildered, but trusted me already.  Disappearing under the desk again I sucked his cock head into my mouth as I wrapped his tie around the base of his cock.
“Oh wow!  You are a good secretary!”

I took another inch of him into my mouth and felt him harden against my tongue.  His hand remained on my head.  It wasn’t too long until my sucking and licking wasn’t enough for him.
“Now I need to show you who’s boss Debbie, get out from under there.”
This was when requests turned into demands.
He asked for his tie back and told me to move to the front of the desk.  He stood up and I got wetter just looking at him, his cock was rock hard, but he was still in his suite, even his jacket.

“Bend over and grab the desk”
He lifted my skirt and threw it up and onto my back. 

“Do you know how to show your ass off to me?”
I did know, so I reached back and spread my cheeks apart for him.
“Exactly !, very nice”

I felt two of his fingers enter my pussy and spreading my juices all over.  He bent over and started to tickle my asshole with his tongue, he was marvelous.  Again, I thought, how much of a better boss this guy was. 
I looked behind me as he was grabbing his cock.  I watched as he rubbed the head over my asshole, plunging his thumb into my tight hole.  I accidentally moaned out, not quite expecting it.  That caused another demand; I think it pissed him off.

“We can’t have that Debbie, you can’t make noise”
He took his tie from his pocket and gagged me with it.  Pulling on the extra fabric as he slowly shoved his cock into my ass. 

“We can’t have a secretary that doesn’t know what she’s doing”, he groaned as he drove deeper into my ass. 

One hand kept a tight rein on my gag while the other started to spank me.  My ass got hotter, hot cock inside and a hand smacking the outside.  I turned my head and lay my cheek on the desk, the wood was cool and smooth and I sighed.  He thrusts were getting deeper; I could feel his balls on me.  The pace quicken and I bucked back against him, his very quiet groans told me he liked it.

He gave me another hard slap, let go of the gag, pulled out of me and came on my ass cheeks.  His jizz was hot and having it fall on my smacked ass made the heat that much more intense!
He sat back in his chair again, this time with a big smile on his face.  He seemed content with my work.
“Now Debbie, try to understand this, although it was nice getting to know you, you should only be fucking your boss on dress down Friday’s, got it?”
“Sure boss, whatever works”, I answered as I was straightening out my blouse and skirt.
“Good, now would you mind booking and preparing the conference room for my meeting this afternoon”, he said as he pulled a file from his desk.
Nodding, I turned on my heels and headed out the door.

I think at lunchtime I’ll prepare my report for the next meeting of the Naughty Secretary Club.


Sunday, February 5, 2012

Invisible Submissive - A Reader's Guest Poem

I am not a poet, so I enjoy this guest post as something new I can add to my blog.  This is from a regular client in my Viva Ponata game.

 Waiting
Longing for you
Loving you from afar
Feeling you deep inside of Me
Yearning
Wanting
Needing that touch
So close but yet so far
Fingertips stretched out for My one
Taking
On fire
Stripping your walls
Crumbling will given
Once was is now what’s meant to be
Submit
Pierced soul
Embraced with love
Bonds so tightly woven
Two minds competing for control
One lost
One won
Taking what’s Mine
Molding her with desire
Her resistance completely given
My love
One thought

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Just use the DDU link on the sidebar.
I look forward to being the one reading your stories and poems.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Debbie Does The Streets #1 - Bar None

Since the nights, and the days, are getting colder now I sometimes hang out at the local dive rather than at my usual spot at the end of the alley. The other evening I was sitting there nursing a glass of Coke when I heard a voice behind me saying, “Hello Miss Slutty”

It was one of my regulars so I turned around when I heard his voice. He whispered in my ear then grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bathroom. It’s not my favorite place to service my Johns, but it’s not my choice, something my pimp points out to me on a regular basis. He closed the door behind us and fumbled for the light. Assuring him that I could service him just fine here, he replied with an attitude of ‘let’s see’.

I had a new pair of fishnet stockings on and he requested me to show them off for him. Turning around slowly in the small space seemed awkward but it was his dime. Once I was facing him again, I lifted up my short skirt. I thought it best he knows that I didn’t have any panties on, only the garter belt holding up my stockings.

“That’s fucking amazing!”

In no time I was slammed up against the door with a loud bang. He slid his hands down the back of my legs and dove nose deep into my ass. Next, I felt his tongue swirling and flicking around my pussy lips. This isn’t a very common thing that I experience, especially with this guy, but I wasn’t going to say no to him. Not that he had to, but he felt the need to explain to me why is was tongue fucking my ass and fingering my pussy. It was that he wanted to get me good and ready for a hard fucking.
Next, I heard cheering from the other side of the door, even though I knew it was the football game it felt sort of good to hear it.

“Hey like that my slut?”
How else could I answer but in the positive? This was the best treatment I had in months. I was soaking wet now so I asked how he wanted to be serviced. He wanted something a bit different this time, telling me as he pulls his cock from his pants, to feel my tits on his cock. So, I pulled up my sweater and hiked my tits up and over my new red lace bra. I like how my tits feel when they stick out like that. My nipples were as hard as his cock by now and he rubbed the tip of his leaking cock across them. Momentarily he slipped into the crevice between my tits, but I knew in the confined area it just wouldn’t work well for me to have him fuck them.

“So let’s get down to it, what do you like to do to whores in bathrooms?”

He wanted to fuck me up the ass because it would be so dirty. Even though he was rock hard, the best way to get in shoved up my tight hole, I lubed him up by quickly licking and drooling on his cock first. Even though I wasn’t really sucking him off I was still making those tasty slurping sounds I always do when I savor a man. However, I thought I heard something else.
I soon let his cock drop from my mouth and asked,
“Do you think the guy that just came in can hear me slurping on your cock?”

Too involved with me licking his dick, he hadn’t even heard anything else.
“What guy baby?”

Maybe John thought I was paranoid, but I explained that I thought I heard someone come in. I tried to pass it off as just someone that had been too drunk to notice. Well, it made him just as curious as I was. The door to the stall wasn’t closed all the way, if it were I wouldn’t have been able to perform all the requested services. John looked out and I was vindicated, the drunk was walking out the door and he left it half open so the people at the bar had a fairly clear shot of the two of us.

He was quick to point out that he knew they were all thinking, ‘lucky bastard’. He groaned as I lapped and drooled on his cock just a bit more and slapped my tits hard with both hands. “So you ready to take my ass hon?  I have to get back out on the streets or my pimp is going to be disappointed in me. That’s not a good thing.”, I said wanting to take my money and get on with my evening.

It was then that he told me that when he looked over my shoulder and out at the bar there were guys rubbing their cocks.
“Here’s an extra $100, now I’m going to fuck you on the bar”, he said as he dragged me out of the bathroom and pushed me into the gang that had gathered there.
“In fact I’ll give you another $100 if we find another girl to join us”, he added.

I’d done stud parties before so this wasn’t new to me. I figured I’d get some extra money and it was warmer in here than the street. Not to mention the bar smelled better than the bathroom and was cleaner, so I didn’t fight it, not that I really could if I wanted to.
I fell into a seat at the bar, my tits bouncing and my skirt hiked all the way up, I asked, “What does a whore have to do around here to get a drink?”

Before the stunned bartender could say anything, John answered by pouring a bottle of vodka on my face, saying, “I’ll show you”.

He bent me over the bar and without any warning drove his cock up my ass. The crowd cheered as they watched me wince and John pound my ass. The bartender ran to lock the door as guys started to pull their cocks from their pants. John did a final few deep strokes, pulled out of me and came all over my ass cheeks.

No need to go into all the details, but as I’m sure you can imagine, the next 90 minutes involved me getting used up faster and harder than I had been in a long time. Money started being slapped down on the bar as I was given drinks and alcohol or cum or both were poured over any part of body that could be reached. I was forced on my knees to suck off guys, at one point 5 in a row. I had swallowed so much cum that I was actually getting queasy. Other than that I was basically fucked while I was bent over, either up the ass or doggy. One guy insisted on shoving a beer bottle up my ass while he fucked my pussy. What really surprised me was the one of the few women that joined in the crowd. She used ice tongs on my nipples as she ate cum out of my pussy.

After what seemed an eternity the bar mostly cleared out, I picked up the twenty and fifty-dollar bills from the bar, straightened myself out and left. I went straight to my apartment. After counting the money, along with my initial charge of $200 for John, I had another $1720. I figured I was covered for the night and went into to soak in a warm tub.

Tomorrow is another day.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Notice: New Series



As many of you know by know by now, I am a very active participant in the online RPG Viva Ponata.  I've gotten a lot of inspiration from the people I chat with there.  A few have even become regular readers of this blog.
The new series I'm starting is about me and my life as a hooker there.  I'm going to take the stuff my clients hire me for and turn them into stories here.  I'm calling it Debbie Does The Streets. I'm already working on my first story. These are based on the requests and cybering that happened after I was paid.  With some exceptions I earned $300 each time I was hired.  Some guys gave me tips afterwards.

Finally, some basic info about being a hooker.  Some things are just like real life, it's just they are safer in an RPG.  There are things I've been asked to do that aren't my favorite, and they will be included here too.  Most guys go to hookers to get blow jobs, it's cheaper and usually the thing that they're not getting the most of.  I'm not going to be doing these over and over again, only the ones that are a little different or special.  Sometimes I get treated like any other hooker, "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" and sometimes my clients care about getting me off.  They'll both be included in the series.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Debbie's Apprenhension

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 na├»ve.  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.







Wednesday, January 11, 2012

CBW #129 - A Submissive's Submission

I was so glad for this submission.  I hadn't gotten a new cock in a while and it's always exciting.  Another thing that got me interested was that it was signed 'Obedient Submissive'
With a cock at attention like this, it's good to know.



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