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I guess some women just naturally love to suck cocks. I know
several of my friends have said that they were that way.
Even a couple of gals in high school apparently were really
into it. I remember Jan Best had a reputation for doing it.
She supposedly did the entire football team and basketball
team each year she was in school. That sounded outrageous
to me at the time, and perhaps her slutty reputation just
added to my reluctance to do it.

Actually, I'd never given it much thought until my
relationship with Andy Johnson had developed to such intensity
that he was pressuring me to "go all the way"
to prove how much I loved him.

This was in my junior year and I had no intention of letting
that happen although I did let him slip his hands into my
bra and panties and play with me. I liked the feeling that
gave me..

especially when he played with my pussy. I got really wet
and hot and I must admit it wasn't easy saying no to him.
It was just that I couldn't get my mother's admonitions
out of my head. I never once thought about trying to play
with Andy's cock although I noticed that he got a real
big bulge in his pants whenever he played with me. I really
didn't even know what a cock, hard or soft, looked like.

When Andy suggested that I give him a "blow-job"
instead I guess he must have realised that I didn't
know what he meant.

"I want you to suck my cock" he said.

"You want me to what?"

I replied.

"I couldn't do anything like that. I mean no one
would ever do such a thing. You're sick!"

That was the end of my relationship with Andy.

Yes, I know I was a very naive girl. I guess I led a pretty sheltered
life up to that point, but I wasn't a lot different than
most of the girls that I grew up with. In fact I'll bet
that a lot of them don't suck cock even today. Maybe
I'm wrong, but judging by the delight of men who I've
"got to know" over the last several years, I
doubt that many of them get blow jobs very often.

In addition to my naivete about sex I had no early experience
with alcohol. I didn't have my first real drink until
I was in college.

The first few times I had a drink went quite uneventfully.
These took place at receptions which the alumni office
held during homecoming week during my freshman year. The
first drink I had was a vodka sour. I thought it tasted quite
good so I had another. I don't know if they were mixed
really strong or if it was just because this was my first
time, but I got a little tipsy. This scared me because I didn't
want to act silly or get sick in front of the faculty and administrators
who were there because I might lose my job. I had got a part-time
job in the alumni office as a way to help pay my tuition.

Things really changed later that fall when I got invited
to my first fraternity party. Since there were no "higher-ups"
around I let my hair down and completely lost track of how
much I'd had to drink.

There were several other coeds there who were also being
encouraged by the guys to "have one more."

I suspect that many of them knew what was coming, but I didn't.
After we were feeling pretty good, the guys suggested a
game called "Dare."

The premise of the game was simple. The gals were dared to
perform some act or else they had to remove an article of
clothing. The women sat on one side of the circle facing
the guys who sat on the other. The guys took turns making
the dares to the gals.

At first the dares weren't too outrageous. We were
each dared to chug-a-lug our drink. Next they dared us to
sit on their lap. That wasn't very threatening although
a couple of the guys did let their hands wander a bit. I kind
of liked that because I enjoyed having my breasts played
with. After that they dared us to give them a kiss. Then we
each were asked to show them our panties. For those of us
wearing skirts this was easy. Some of the gals wore slacks
and they had to partially undress just to avoid completely
removing an article of clothing. At this point some of the
gals chose to remove their blouses rather than show their
panties. I think that may have been because they didn't
have any panties on. I remember feeling kind of tingly as
I watched Helen, the gal ahead of me, move to the centre of
the circle and lift her skirt to show off her panties. I was
the second in line and so it was now my turn to choose. I also
wore a skirt and chose to follow her lead and let them see
my undies. I felt a sudden rush as I lifted my skirt and knew
that a dozen guys and ten other women could see my bright
pink panties.

I may have stood there showing off for longer than I had to
but I finally sat down as Diane, the next gal, announced
that she was going to remove her blouse instead. This round
seemed to take longer than the others because the guys wouldn't
let us sit down too quickly. If they didn't get a long
enough view they made us do it over until they were satisfied.
When it finally finished four of the women were without
their blouses. One of the gals who'd shown her panties
had on very sheer ones and the guys really made a fuss over
getting to see her beaver when she held up her skirt. She
held it up for a long time too. I didn't understand why
she did that but I did notice that my pussy was starting to
get pretty wet.

The next round got more intimate. We were asked to sit on
our challenger's lap while he "gave us a chest

The gal ahead of me decided to remove her blouse instead.
Since I enjoyed having my breasts caressed ever since Andy
did it to me, I happily went to my challenger and sat down.
In seconds I felt his hands massaging me through my blouse
and bra. Then I felt him unbutton a couple of buttons on my
blouse and slip his hand inside. He didn't stop there
but proceeded to slip his fingers into my bra and massage
my bare breasts. It felt heavenly but I suddenly realised
that I was making quite a spectacle and made him stop. Three
of the women after me decided to remove blouses instead.
One of the women who had already removed her blouse decided
to remove her skirt rather than get her breasts massaged.
The guys really hooted when she stood before them in just
her bra and panties. The rest of the women got the same treatment
that I did. Since some of them were without bras to inhibit
the massage things got rather frisky but only one of them
ended up with her blouse completely off (she wasn't
wearing a bra).

Everyone (including her) seemed to really love that.

The final round that we played really changed my attitude
about sex. We were "dared" to give our challenger
a blow-job.

I was astonished when Helen unhesitatingly moved over
between the thighs of her challenger and began to unzip
his pants. In seconds I saw the first cock that I had ever
seen other than in a picture. It was hard and beautiful.
I have come to realise after many comparisons that it wasn't
particularly large but at the time I thought it was gigantic.
Helen licked the head of it with the tip of her tongue for
awhile. Then she slipped it into her mouth and lunged forward
so that it was completely hidden. I noticed that the guy
closed his eyes and looked like he was in heaven. I could
feel myself getting more and more excited as I watched her
head bounce up and down on this wonderful appendage. I found
myself wishing I had been more adventuresome with Andy
a couple of years earlier.

After this had gone on for a few minutes Helen suddenly pulled
back. Then I saw this white fluid spurting
from his cock. It flew half way across the
circle. There were a few more lesser spurts
and then the guy collapsed in his chair.

"That was wonderful..just wonderful, " he

I must have been somewhat dazed by this scene because I remember
being nudged by Diane as my challenger repeated, "All
right, Darlene. It's your turn. What's your choice?"

I didn't even think about my response. My inhibitions
had been subdued by all of the booze, and I was mesmerised
by the thought of seeing and tasting this guy's cock.
As I moved forward and began to kneel before him, he said
"Great! This is my lucky day!"

I didn't really have a clue as to what I was to do. I had
just seen it done once so I tried to repeat her motions. I
didn't have to unzip the guy or take out his cock because
he did that for me in a flash. His cock was also gorgeous.
It was about the same size as the one before but somehow it
looked different. I've since come to appreciate that
no two cocks are exactly alike. Each one tastes and looks
just a little different than any other. Comparing them
is part of the fun that I have.

As I leaned forward towards my guy's cock I saw that
there was liquid seeping out of the hole in the end of it.
Then I smelled the wonderful musky aroma that I've
grown to love. Finally as I flicked the tip of it with my tongue
I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum.

Trying my best to imitate my predecessor, I ran my tongue
around the dark pink head a few times before swallowing
as much of it as I could in my mouth. I heard the guy gasp as
it went in. Then as I started pumping up and down on his big
prick I felt his hands touch my breasts. Then he began to
gently massage my tits with his hands as I massaged him with
my mouth. It was an incredible sensation.

I found out later that this was this guy's first-ever
blow-job as well as mine. I must have done all right because
he didn't last long.

Not knowing what to expect I didn't react when I sensed
that his cock was beginning to twitch. Then my tongue sensed
a spasm as I felt a blast of searing liquid hit the back of
my throat. It caught me off guard and I started to choke.
I tried to pull away but he had placed his hands behind my
head and began pulling me tightly towards his crotch. I
couldn't escape. Somehow I managed to swallow and
kept swallowing as blast after hot blast of his cum shot
into my virgin mouth. Then as quickly as it had started it

Again not knowing what to expect I began sucking again when
I caught my breath. I loved the unique flavor of his cum and
wanted to taste more of it. In a few seconds however, his
cock started to get soft. He was least for a few

"Darlene, that was the greatest!" he said as
I got up.

"You are sure a terrific cock-sucker."

I was stunned by his remark. That was a term that I'd
always heard used in the most derogatory ways. I'd
never given much thought to what it meant, but the meaning
of the term began to sink in as I returned to my seat.

"Thanks, " I said with a weak smile.

"I guess I am one of those, " I thought to myself
not so proudly.

Two of the rest of the girls also elected to give their challengers
a blow-job and the others removed an item of apparel. This
meant that three of the gals were now only wearing their
panties. When the last of the eleven girls had finished
(she was one who elected to remove her bra) several of the
girls quickly gathered up their garments and ran from the

"Hey, where are you all going?" one of the guys

"Some of us aren't finished yet."

In fact eight of the twelve guys hadn't "finished"
yet and they didn't want the game to end so soon.

"Hey, Darlene, " one of them said, "how
about showing me just how good you can suck cock. I'll
bet you're not that great."

"Oh, yeah, " I replied accepting the taunt,
"get it out and I'll show you."

I couldn't believe my own ears at what I'd just
said but I had this strange feeling that I just had to suck
more cock. I was addicted.

As I began to grant this guy's wish, two of the other
coeds joined me in finishing the rest of the group. An hour
later all the guys had cum. Two of the original four had got
blown a second time.

In all I sucked five cocks that evening...and I swallowed
every drop of their cum. By the time the party was over I had
sucked more cocks than most women suck in their entire lifetime.
I loved it. I knew that from then on I was going to suck as many
guys as I could.

The next day reality reared it's ugly head. Of course,
I had a terrible hangover, which I'd never had before.
I also felt like the town whore every time I thought about
my behaviour at the party. I was so ashamed I sat and cried.
I didn't know how I'd ever face any of those guys
or gals. That would be impossible to avoid because two of
the guys were in classes with me. I was sure I'd have
to drop out of school or transfer or something.

Fortunately before I got myself too worked up and distressed
I got a call from Byron Wells asking me for a date. Byron was
one of the guys at the party and also one of those with whom
I had a class. In fact he was the guy who had invited me to the
party in the first place. I figured at first that he just
wanted another blow-job but he assured me that he had wanted
to ask me out before any of this happened. He gave my sagging
ego a boost by saying that he thought I was the cutest Co-ed
on campus. When I questioned why he'd even consider
going out with someone who'd been such a slut, he really
surprised me by saying he'd got turned on watching
me that night..and that I gave him the best blow-job he'd
ever had. He couldn't believe I'd never done it

To make a long story short I accepted his invitation to go
to a movie the next weekend. After the movie we talked some
more about what I'd done and he made me feel a lot better
about myself. In fact he made me feel like it was OK to have
done what I did and enjoy it. Before he took me back to my dorm
Byron got another blow-job..and he didn't even ask.
I found that I had even more fun doing this one sober than
I'd had doing the others drunk. It was like a dam had
burst and my sexual being had abruptly surfaced.

While I was amazed at myself for my new-found hobby, I was
even more surprised at Byron's delight and support.
He began to think of ways for me to practice my art. Over the
next few months I blew groups of five or six of his fraternity
brothers while they watched the Monday night game. I blew
Byron's kid brother Paul and Jim, a friend of his, when
they came to campus for a weekend. Neither of them had ever
had a blow-job before and they left for home with ear- to-ear

Their big smiles and expressions of appreciation were
a good lesson for me. I was beginning to understand the power
that I had just from my willingness to give guys this pleasure.
I don't think any of them realised (or much cared) how
much fun I had doing it. I began to fantasise about how I could
use this power and Byron and I spent a lot of time talking
about it. Those conversations always ended abruptly because
we both got so turned on that we'd head for the bed and
spend an hour or two fucking. (Yes, I let Byron take the next
step. In fact I did it with him on our second date. I found
out I loved having a cock fill my cunt almost as much as I loved
having one in my mouth.) The power I had was not just over the other guys that I blew
but also over Byron because he got so excited about my antics.

When Byron asked me to give a pizza delivery guy a blow-job
as a tip, we ended up getting a free pizza. We decided that
was such a good deal we repeated it at least once a month for
the rest of the school year. We tried the same routine with
a Chinese carry-out place with the same results. Byron
teased me every time I sucked that guy off saying I'd
be hungry for another cock again in an hour. I'd go along
with his gag and ask him to fuck me an hour after dinner.

When finals were approaching at the end of my freshman year
I was really worried about my grade in economics. The professor
was not very exciting (and not particularly good looking)
and I just wasn't inspired in the classroom. I knew
that I had to do something to avoid getting a "D"
or worse in the class.

I asked Byron if any of his friends could help me. He offered
an inspired suggestion. I should ask the professor for
special tutoring. He winked at me when he said that and I
quickly caught on to what he meant.

"I'm not sure he'd be interested, "
I replied uncertainly.

"I'll bet he'd love it, " Byron assured

"Anyhow it wouldn't be too hard to test the waters.
Wear one of your sexy short skirts to class tomorrow. Maybe
give him a peek or two of your panties. Then go up to him after
class and tell him that you need some extra help and ask if
he has any suggestions. If he's interested he'll
let you know.

Well, I took Byron's suggestion to heart more from
the almost desperate need to improve my grade than any desire
to suck off my professor. I'm sure glad I did for two
reasons. I got a "B" for the course.

He offered me an "A" but I thought that was too

"I enjoyed this as much as you did, " I told him.

"You have one of the largest and most beautiful cocks
I've ever seen..and I've seen quite a few."

He seemed genuinely flattered by my comment. He admitted
that no other woman including his wife had ever been able
to take him all the way into either her mouth or her pussy.

That's the other thing I learned: wonderful things
sometimes come in not-so-great packages. When I told Byron
I was sure this guy had at least ten inches he didn't
believe me. I told him that he was so big that I almost couldn't
get him all in my mouth, but he still didn't believe
me. I decided to ask for another private tutoring session
and this time I took along a measuring tape. The guy was a
startled when I asked if I could measure it but then he told
me it was ten and one-half inches. He said he would like to
see if I could take him all the way in my pussy as well as in
my mouth but I told him I couldn't do that. He accepted
my answer, but I think we were both disappointed. I was very

I should mention that Byron and I have talked about the possibility
of my going further and fucking some of the guys that I "meet."

We agreed that there could be a lot of complications in doing
that and finally concluded that it wouldn't be worth
the risk. Byron feels especially strongly about it so I'm
not about to take the chance of hurting him even when I'm
with a guy who I think might be a really great fuck.

At the end of the school year I returned home for the summer.
It was really weird because as soon as I got back into that
old environment I went back to my previous conservative
ways. Byron and I kept in touch and he seemed very suspicious
at first that I was lying to him about my abstinence but I
think he finally accepted my word. We both eagerly looked
forward to the beginning of the next school year.

I had to return to campus early because of responsibilities
connected with my job at the alumni office. I didn't
think I'd see Byron for another week but I was delighted
to find him waiting for me when I arrived at my dorm. Before
the hour was over he had got a blow-job. We didn't have
time or a good private place to fuck. We both admitted being
anxious to pick up where we'd left off at the beginning
of the summer.

As soon as Byron could get back into his room at the fraternity
house we ordered a pizza. When a different delivery man
showed up I was afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to
play our game, but before he left a half-hour later I had
swallowed another load of cum and we had a free pizza. He
said he'd be happy to make that trade anytime we called.
We should just ask for "Jack."

We told him to expect a call every couple of weeks. He left
with a smile.

For the first couple of months that fall nothing really
shocking happened. I did take care of a few of the members
of Byron's fraternity including three new pledges.
That was a lot of fun because Byron made me do it blindfolded.
After I sucked each of the cocks for a two minutes I was asked
to take off the blindfold and identify the cocks in the order
I'd sucked them. I guessed them all which surprised
them. They just didn't understand how much you can
learn about a cock when you have it in your mouth for a few
minutes. Of course I finished the game by sucking each of
them dry.

I've never left a blow-job uncompleted and there have
only been a few times when I haven't swallowed the guys

My horizons were greatly widened one day at work. Alan Bennett,
an alumni athlete (a pretty famous and very good looking
one), came into the office. He had agreed to head the alumni
part of our annual fund drive and he had come to see Mr. Leonard,
my boss, who was late getting back from an off-campus appointment.
I tried my best to keep Alan entertained and in the process
I guess I must have flirted with him a bit more than I realised.
I noticed that I had lost eye contact with him and that his
gaze seemed to be focused below my waist. When I looked down
I realised why. I was wearing one of my shorter skirts and
it had risen so that the flesh of my thighs above the tops
of my stockings was visible. He could easily see my panties
and probably the shadow of my brown beaver because these
panties were pretty sheer. Then I noticed his crotch.

He had an erection that he made no attempt to hide. I took
a big gamble.

"Would you like to come with me back to the storeroom?"
I asked.

"I see you have a problem that perhaps I can help you

I stood up and held out my hand toward him. He broke into a
big smile and quickly took my hand. The storeroom door hadn't
even fully closed when I was kneeling before him and unzipping
his pants. He helped me extract his hard tool and I quickly
engulfed it with my mouth.

"Ohhhh, Darlene, that feels so good, " he said.

I didn't attempt to answer. I knew time was short and
I sure didn't want to get caught doing this. I let my
tongue, lips and throat work their magic and in just a few
minutes I reaped my reward.

"Ohhh, I'm cumming, " he said as his body
went rigid.

I already knew that because I could feel his cock beginning
to pulsate. Then his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed
furiously. He kept cumming and cumming. This guy wasn't
the biggest I'd ever sucked but he did have the most
cum. I kept sucking until he stopped shooting and then quickly
licked him clean.

"I'd better get back to my desk, " I said

"Mr. Leonard could be back anytime now."

"Yes, you're right, " Alan answered.

"I understand..and I really appreciate the fantastic
blow-job. It was the best."

Then he bent down and kissed me.

"Thank you, " he concluded as we went quickly
out the door and back to my desk.

We had just taken our seats when Mr. Leonard came in the door.

"Alan, I'm so sorry for being late, " he
began as he walked over and extended his hand.

"I just had a big problem with the publisher of our
newsletter and it took a lot longer than I expected to it
out. I hope the wait hasn't been too unpleasant."

"Why, no, " Alan responded.

"Actually it was most pleasant. Darlene has been
a terrific hostess and I really enjoyed chatting with her."

As Alan and Mr. Leonard walked past me into Mr. Leonard's
office Alan blew me a kiss and mouthed the words "Thanks

As Alan was leaving he said "Thank you again, Darlene.
I hope we can chat again when I am back in town next month."

Mr. Leonard didn't have a clue as to how intimate our
"chat" had been.

Good thing too. I don't think he'd be amused.

I was thrilled. I had just given a blow-job to one of the biggest
celebrities to have attended our university. Besides
that he really seemed to have liked it and said he wanted
to do it again. He even gave me a kiss. I hadn't thought
about it before but none of the men I'd sucked off, except
Byron, had ever kissed me afterwards. I couldn't wait
to tell Byron about my little secret.

Byron was as excited about what happened as I was. We both
realised that I had tapped a whole new source of cocks. Over
the next few months I had several more "storeroom
conferences" with Alan.

He always managed to arrive for his appointments when Mr.
Leonard wasn't around. On one of these occasions Byron
decided to hide behind some filing cabinets and watch as
I sucked Alan's cock to completion.

Then when I thought we were done Alan said that he had to repay
me for the pleasure I'd given him. At first I thought
he meant he wanted to fuck me, but I'd told him before
that I couldn't do that.

Instead Alan picked me up and sat me on top of the filing cabinet
that Byron was hiding behind. He pushed up my skirt and began
to pull down my panties. I was about to object when he pushed
my knees apart and leaned forward and kissed my cunt. Then
he began to run his tongue up and down my wet slit. I was having
my pussy eaten.

I'd never had that done to me before and as soon as Alan
started doing it I wondered why. I loved it. I hoped that
Byron who was hiding only inches away was taking notes.
From now on I would expect him to do this to me too. I just hoped
that right now he wouldn't get upset by what Alan was
doing and blow his cover. That could bring disastrous results.

Alan continued licking and sucking me. He even ran his tongue
down and tried to force it into my tight asshole. Finally
as I felt myself getting very excited he took my little love
button (Byron's term for my clit) into his mouth and
very gently rolled it between his lips and his teeth. My
body suddenly shook as a wave of orgasm overcame me. I hadn't
had the opportunity to cum all that often.

Sometimes it happened when Byron fucked me, but not always.
This time though was the best. I had to bite my finger to keep
from moaning loudly.

Suddenly I realised how vulnerable I was sitting up there
on the filing cabinet with no underwear on and my pussy blatantly
on display. What if Mr. Leonard or someone else opened the
door just a few feet away.

"I've got to get back to my desk, " I said
urgently as I tried to climb down.

Alan lifted me back down. I decided not to take time to put
my panties back on. Instead I kissed Alan and said "Thank
you Alan. That was a wonderful treat. You know I've
never been eaten before."

"You're kidding, " Alan replied.

"Well I'll be glad to eat your sweet hot pussy
any time. It's the least I can do in return for your terrific

I wanted to say something to Byron before I went back to my
desk but I didn't dare because Alan held the door for
me instead of leaving. I had to wait until Alan was in Mr.
Leonard's office before I went back in. I sure hoped
that he wasn't angry about what Alan had done.

My anxiety was relieved a few minutes later when Mr. Leonard
came in and took Alan into his office. I immediately went
into the storeroom. Byron was waiting there for me.

"Wow, that was really hot!" were his first words.

"I've never been so turned on."

He proved his point by pulling his hard cock out of his pants.
Then he turned me to face away from him, bent me over, lifted
my skirt and slammed his hard cock into my cunt. I nearly
screamed with pleasure. It took him just a minute or two
and I felt a blast of his hot cum shoot into my cunt. He continued
shooting for a few seconds. As quickly as he began he finished.
He stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants, zipped
up, kissed me and said "I'll see you tonight."

Then he was gone out the door.

I stood for a moment in a daze. In the last few minutes I had
taken a load of one man's cum in my mouth and then a load
of another man's cum in my cunt. I could feel Byron's
cum dripping from my pussy and running down the inside of
my thighs. I knew I had to get back to my desk so I cleaned myself
up as best I could with a kleenex and then put my panties back
on. I knew they would get pretty wet as my guy's cum continued
to drain out but somehow that thought just made me start
to feel horny again.

That episode was just one of the most exciting (and dangerous)
of my "storeroom conferences."

Over the next year and a half I enticed more than twenty visitors
into my "lair."

They included two other big-name athletes (both big men
with bigger cocks), an assortment of visiting journalists
and reporter types, a local TV personality, a clergyman
and a congressman. Alan came back several times and whenever
time permitted he made good on his promise to eat my pussy.
I loved it and was pleased that Byron was getting better
at doing it too.

I was always pretty careful to avoid being caught by Mr.
Leonard although a couple of my guests and I had close calls.
On the final day at work at the end of my junior year Mr. Leonard
called me into his office.

"Darlene, " he began, "I have a couple
of personal matters to discuss with you."

My heart was in my throat. What was this about?

"First of all I have some very good news. The president
of the university, Dr. Wright, has asked that your employment
contract for next year be in his office."


I responded.

"That's terrific, but why did he do that?"

"I have told him of your outstanding work and he's
also heard about it from some of the alumni who've come
in contact with you. You seem to have a lot of fans. Alan Bennett
was particularly complimentary in his comments. He says
you're a real asset to the university."

I blushed a thousand shades of red. I sure hoped that Alan
had confined his comments to non-sexual issues.

"That's really nice to hear, " I said.

"I appreciate your passing that information along
to me. You said there were two matters to discuss, as I recall.."

"Oh, yes, " Mr. Leonard continued.

"The other matter is of a rather sensitive and very
personal nature. You see I've known for sometime that
you have a special talent for taking care of our
least our male guests.."

"OH NO!"

I thought to myself, "he knows about the blowjobs."

Again I blushed.

"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, "
he went on.

"You see not all of the men who've been given your
personal tour of the storeroom have been nearly as discrete
as they ought."

I was really squirming in my seat and Mr. Leonard sensed
my discomfort.

"Oh, don't worry, Darlene. I don't mean
to cause you any problem. In fact I believe that your tours
have greatly helped our office. We've got some great
coverage in the press and I know of at least two major contributions
and a large grant that came about because of your tours.
I must admit, however, that for the past several months
I've been extremely envious of those who've got
those tours. It's just that as your supervisor I didn't
want to say anything."

The relief at his words of assurance must have been obvious
although I'm sure my complexion had changed from bright
red to pale white as I contemplated the tremendous embarrassment
that I could suffer. However, it was slowly dawning on me
where this conversation was heading.

"But now Darlene, you're no longer really one
of my employees. You are an employee of President Wright."

"And I'll bet you'd like a tour of the storeroom
before I leave, " I said with a knowing smile.

I had always enjoyed working for Mr. Leonard. He had treated
me very nicely..almost like a father. I found the prospect
of sucking his cock to be especially exciting.

"Darlene, you're very perceptive, "
Mr. Leonard said as he returned my smile.

"Well, Mr. Leonard, there is something that you may
not know about those tours, " I said as I regained
my composure and realised that I was now in control.

"There is something that the men who got the tour had
to do in return for my services, " I said as I got up
from my chair and moved over beside Mr. Leonard's chair.

"What is that, Darlene?" he asked.

"Whatever it is I'm sure I'll be happy to
do it too."

"They had to eat my pussy, " I said.

Actually the only one who ever ate me was Alan but I had this
tremendous urge to have Mr. Leonard eat me too.

"Let's do the tour right here in your office, "
I continued as I thought of the irony of being eaten right
here on my boss's desk.

"That sounds great Darlene. I'd love to eat your
hot little cunt and since I've already seen the stockroom
I'll gladly take my tour right here."

He swung his chair around to face me and unzipped his pants
as I knelt between his legs.

Seeing the hard cock of the man that I had worked for for three
years as it stood beckoning to me was the most erotic experience
of my sexual career. I knew that I wanted to give Mr. Leonard
the hottest sex he'd ever known. In fact I knew in the
back of my mind that I was going to do something really special
for him that I hadn't done for any of the other men in
the stockroom. I began his blow-job in my usual manner and
was soon pumping up and down as I made his cock fuck my face.
He was about average in size so I had no problem taking him
all the way in and he really loved that.

When I felt that he was getting close I pulled away.

"Now it's your turn, " I said as I stood

Then I slipped off my panties and sat up on Mr. Leonard's

"I'll finish you in a few minutes."

As soon as I was sitting in front of Mr. Leonard with my skirt
pulled to my waist and my feet up on the back of his chair,
he leaned forward and stared for a few moments at my pussy.

"Darlene, your cunt is exquisite, " he said
sounding like he'd never seen one before.

He was breathing deeply and I couldn't wait to feel
his tongue on my wet slit.

Mr. Leonard ate me with an expertise that really surprised
me. In just a few minutes I came but he didn't stop until
he made me cum again. He wanted to go on but I stopped him saying
"OK, now it's time to finish you..but I have to
ask you something first."

"What's that?" he asked sounding puzzled.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

"Why, of course, " he replied.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I want you to do something I've never done
for any of the other men..and I don't want my boyfriend
or anyone else including President Wright to ever know.

"Sure Darlene, " he replied.

"What is that?"

"I want you to fuck me, " I said.

"I want you to cum in my pussy. Will you do that?"

Mr. Leonard didn't answer. He just got up, unbuckled
his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. Then he stepped
forward and I felt the head of his cock as it rubbed up and
down my wet slit.

Suddenly I felt him enter me. I was getting fucked by only
the second man ever. It felt wonderful.

Mr. Leonard was so turned on that it didn't take long
before I felt a load of hot cum splashing into my cunt. He
gasped and moaned softly before collapsing on top of me.

"Thank you Darlene. That was wonderful, "
he said as he kissed me, "and you can be certain that
I won't say a word about this to anyone."

"Thank you Mr. Leonard, I appreciate your discretion, "
I answered as I got up and again knelt before him.

"Let me clean you up a bit before you put this away, "
I continued as I took his cock back in my mouth.

I licked my juices and his cum off of it and then gently kissed
the tip.

"I almost wish I'd known of your talents sooner, "
I said as I slipped on my panties.

"Maybe I'll come back and see you again next fall.
I think I'd enjoy having this fill my mouth and pussy
again, " I said as I reached down and caressed his

"I hope you do, " he replied with a smile.

"By the way, President Wright would like to see you
before you leave campus. I'm not sure if I mentioned

"OK, " I said.

"I guess I could stop in there now if he's still
in his office. Do I look like I just got fucked though?"

"You might want to freshen up a bit before you go, "
Mr. Leonard replied.

"I'll call over and tell him that you'll
be there in fifteen minutes."

Thirty minutes later I was in President Wright's office.
The door was locked and I was sucking his cock. He was quite
direct about what he wanted from me and he made me an offer
that I couldn't refuse. I got a full scholarship for
my final year. All I had to do was give blowjobs to him and
a few other men that he'd tell me about. I was to meet
him in his office twice a week after office hours. If he needed
me to suck off a visiting big-wig he'd leave a note for
me in my p.o. box. I thought it was a terrific deal. I didn't
have to do any office work at all. The only problem that I
could see was figuring out a way to explain this to my parents.

When I saw Byron that night I told him everything except
about getting fucked. He never did know about that. In fact
I fucked Mr. Leonard several times the next year and no one
every knew about that either. Mr. Leonard was truly a man
of his word and I really appreciated that. It was sort of
weird as I look back on my times with Mr. Leonard. I always
called him "Mr. Leonard" even when he was fucking

That included a trip back to campus for my tenth reunion
when I made an unannounced visit to Mr. Leonard's office.

He was delighted that I stopped in and we had another great
time as he fucked me on his desk. We each commented that the
other had certainly maintained their technique. I didn't
tell him about all of the practice that I was getting. I don't
think he'd understand.

Byron graduated that spring and I knew that next year wouldn't
be the same with my new job and Byron not being so close by.

Fortunately he got a job in town and rented an apartment
quite close to the campus. Over the summer we decided that
I would move in with him when I got back in the fall. My mother
didn't really like the idea but she didn't forbid
me to do it. I think she was slowly catching up with the times.
Surprisingly my dad didn't offer any objection.

During my senior year I tried to keep my skills as a fellatrix
sharpened any way I could. Of course I did President Wright
once or twice a week. He also had me do visiting big-wigs
two or three times a month. In fact one month when we were
kicking off a major development campaign I did five members
of the campaign committee in two days. Since none of them
was to know about the others things got a little hectic but
they all seemed to enjoy my talents and I loved experiencing
five new cocks.

One night Byron and I tried to count the number of cocks that
I sucked while I was in college. We lost track at around sixty.
I thought it had to be more like a hundred but we couldn't
be sure.

The one thing we were both sure of was that we both still very
much enjoyed my hobby. I still told Byron about each one
in detail unless he was with me when I did it. We still had
occasional Monday night parties with a few of his old fraternity
brothers and we still ordered pizza or Chinese food and
the delivery men still got their special tips. We still
got free meals.

After I graduated that spring the pace of my activities
slowed down quite a bit. I got a really good job with an advertising
agency and didn't want to jeopardize it by trying anything
with anyone I worked with. Besides Byron didn't seem
too comfortable with the idea of my getting that intimate
with men of my own age in that environment. He said I should
limit myself to men who weren't a threat to our relationship
such as visiting clients or old friends of ours. This did
allow me to suck a new cock or two every month and we made a
point of getting together with some of his old buddies fairly
often too so I wasn't suffering from protein deficiency.

Five years after college we got married. The wedding was
something to tell about, and I don't mean the service
itself. That was pretty conventional with the fancy dresses
and tuxes, flowers, candlabra, a church and all. Both of
our families were there. Our sisters and Byron's two
brothers were in the wedding party along with two of his
best friends from work. We hadn't really discussed
what our marriage would mean to our little game and I figured
that once we were married I'd have to settle down and
be satisfied with just one cock in my life. Boy was I wrong.

After the service was over we waited around to take some
pictures before going on to the reception. While we were
waiting Byron asked me and the guys in the party to come with
him. He led us down to the room where he and his party had dressed.
I was about to ask what he was up to when he told all of the guys
to have a seat. Then he led me into the next room. Remember
that I was still dressed in my full wedding dress..including
my veil.

"I want you to say thank you to each of the guys in our
wedding, " Byron announced.

"Sure, " I said as I started to walk back to the
other room.

"No, not that way, " he said, "and not
in there. I want you to do it one at a time in here, "
he instructed.

Suddenly it hit me. He wanted me to give them each blowjobs.
At first I didn't know if I should hit him and run or just
quietly do as he asked. As I sat in my momentary daze thinking
about it I realised that my pussy was getting wet. That was
my reliable barometer telling me to do it.

For the next half hour I, the new Mrs. Byron Wells, sucked
five cocks. One of them was Paul, the younger brother whom
I'd done in school. Not only did I suck Byron's
two brothers and two friends but I also sucked the photographer
who came down to see why we were taking so long.

When Byron told the photographer what was happening and
that he was going to be "thanked" too the guy
offered to take pictures of me with each of the guys for special
pictures for our wedding album.

Byron thought that was a terrific idea so we took a few more
minutes while I sucked each guy again long enough to get
them hard.

I did it this time with all of them in the room and we have one
photo in our private album of me with five hard cocks. One
was in my mouth, one was in each hand and the other two were
stroking themselves. Byron took that picture so that the
photographer could also be in it. We also have individual
shots of me with each of the five cocks in my mouth. This was
certainly an afternoon to remember.

Our honeymoon was not much different. When we checked in
to our Caribbean resort I gave the bellman a blow-job for
bringing our bags to the room. We had room service each morning
and I gave the delivery guy a blow-job each time (there were
four different ones during the week). We found a group of
three guys at the hotel bar the first night we were there.
I thought they were kind of cute and so we brought them up
to the room for my "treat."

They really would have liked more and I would have liked
to fuck one of them in particular but I told them that was
not part of the deal.

I have to admit here that although I didn't fuck that
guy or anyone else while Byron was around I did get word to
this guy one afternoon when Byron was off on an errand. We
met at his room for a quicky. I felt sort of guilty about it
but I knew I wasn't going to get carried away and fall
for the guy which is what Byron really seemed most concerned
about. Since our marriage over ten years ago I've "cheated"
probably an average of five or six times a year.

I've never done it with the same guy more than once and
it's always been when we were somewhere where the guy
couldn't identify me and cause problems. This has
been relatively easy to do because we go to other parts of
the city a couple of times a month so I can pick up guys for
blowjobs. Sometimes I give the blowjobs with Byron watching.
Other times I do them alone and tell him about them later.
I only tell Byron about the blowjobs and not about the ones
I let go all the way. As long as I douche and clean up carefully
I'm OK. One time I didn't get a chance to clean up
after a guy dumped his load in my cunt and I think Byron suspected
that something unusual was in there but he didn't make
an issue of it.

On our honeymoon we tried one other thing which we found
to be a lot of fun and a very effective way to find guys. It
happened sort of by accident the first time but we've
done it very deliberately ever since. We were in the dance
club at our resort and we'd both had quite a bit to drink
so we were even wilder than we might otherwise have been.
Byron danced several dances with me and he started trying
to feel me up on the dance floor. First he rubbed my breasts
and even unbuttoned my blouse. Then he pulled up the back
of my skirt and danced with his hands on my ass with my cheeks
showing because I wasn't wearing any panties (I had
promised not to wear any for our entire honeymoon). Then
he tried to reach down under me from the back and feel my pussy
(which was very wet of course).

I was rather uneasy at first about being so much on display
but the room was fairly dark and no one seemed to care or even

However, when I finally sat down while Byron went to the
men's room another guy came up to our table and asked
me to dance. I accepted thinking he might be a prospect.
Byron came back to the table to see this guy repeating the
sorts of things with me that he had just done. The guy had
my blouse open and was playing with my tits. Then he pulled
up my skirt and began to caress my ass. I could feel the guy's
cock as it grew and pressed against me. It felt like a nice
one and I began to think about what it would be like to suck
on it.

I noticed Byron watching intently as I was being caressed
by this stranger. The guy's hands were just starting
to work down towards my pussy and I was about to reach down
myself and stroke his cock when he asked who I was with.

"Oh, that's my husband, " I replied trying
to sound as nonchalant as possible.

After all I hadn't referred to Byron by that term very
often before.

"Oh my gawd!" he said as he dropped my skirt and
put his hands back in more respectable locations.

"I'm sorry ma'am, " he said.

"I didn't mean anything. I guess I just got carried
away when I saw him do that to you."

"Hey, relax, " I said.

"He's cool. I'll bet his dick is as hard as
yours right now just from watching me with you."

Then I did reach down and stroke his cock.

"Hmmmm, that feels like a real nice one. Would you
mind stepping outside for a minute so I can check it out?"

"But, what about him?" he asked nodding toward
my new husband.

"He loves to watch me suck guys cocks, " I responded.

"Do you think you could handle that? If so, come on."

"Holy shit!" was all he said as I began to lead
him from the dance floor.

As I turned to look Byron was a few steps behind us. Since
it was a warm tropical evening we headed outside and found
a secluded spot. Byron stayed several feet away at first
as I got the guy unzipped and began to suck his wand. Then
as the pace quickened I noticed Byron moving closer so that
he could easily see this new cock fucking my face. It didn't
take long and I had swallowed another load of cum. As the
guy started to recover from his climax I thought for a second
that he might suddenly run for cover because now Byron was
standing right beside him.

"Isn't my wife a great cock-sucker?"

Byron asked.

"She's the best, " the guy replied.

"Ma'am that was wonderful. Mister, you are one
very lucky guy to have a wife with such a talented mouth, "
he then said turning to Byron.

"I know. I know, " was all Byron said.

Then my husband came over and held me tight and kissed me
as my newest conquest turned and walked back into the club.
He was still muttering about not believing it as he walked

"My sexy new wife has cum on her breath, " Byron
said teasing.

"You know, I really like that. I hope it happens a lot."

A few years later we were in a hotel bar "dancing"
on one of our nights out.

Things had progressed to the point where I was on the dance
floor getting fondled by a new dance partner. The guy chickened
out when I told him I wanted to go to our room and suck him while
my husband watched so I returned to our table. There I found
Byron staring at the pantiless pussy of a woman seated at
the next table. He pointed out the pussy show and said that
she had been sitting like that for several minutes. The
woman seemed oblivious to how she was sitting and was actively
engaged in a conversation with the man she

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