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Maggie and I have been friends since before I can remember. We were in the same grade, went through all levels of school together and ended up rooming together in college. We have been through good times and wild times and even though physically we are very different, we have always been best buds.

Maggie is 5'10 with brunette hair and weighs 130 pounds whereas I am 5'6 with sandy blonde hair weighing 120 pounds. She has a leaner, longer build and I was a little more fit because of my participation in athletics. We are only two weeks apart in age and that year we were both 19 years old. The previous school year at USC, we shared a dorm room and got into plenty of mischief but it wasn't until our sophomore year while living in an apartment together that we came up with our most outrageous money making scheme.

Early in that fall semester, Maggie had a boyfriend named Skylar and I was unattached. I had just come off a breakup and wasn't looking for one but went on plenty of dates. Skylar played tennis who had a nice slender build. He would come over and hangout at our apartment for extended periods of time. I was majoring in pre-pharmacy, so I had to study frequently which caused me to be in my room much of the time. Our common living room was conjoined with the kitchen as part of an open concept.

I was in the kitchen with Maggie making us a snack when Skylar blurted out to Maggie, "Damn baby, I want to have sex. C'mon lets go."

She retorted, "I told you a hundred times, I'm on my period and I feel yucky right now. I'm not in the mood."

Skylar flipped his arm in the air and sighed, "Why can't we do something? We don't have to fuck. You can give me a blowjob or even a handjob."

Maggie in her confident, sarcastic tone replied, "You can give yourself a handjob. You have two of them."

From across the room, Skylar yelled, "Damn! I would give 20 dollars for a handjob right now. No shit!"

I looked at Maggie and smiled. She read my mind and smiled back while shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "Go for it."

I walked over, stood right in front of Skylar who was sitting on the sofa and offered, "OK big boy. Let's see it."

He was shocked and half embarrassed when he asked, "See what?"

"You said you would give 20 dollars for a handjob and I need alcohol money so pull out your cock and let me see it," I shrugged.

Skylar didn't know what to think about my seriousness or even if Maggie would approve when I verbally nudged him again, "I don't have all night. Whip that thing out."

By then Maggie was standing beside me and commented, "Get it out baby. Britt will take care of you and then you can leave me alone. Hurry up though, I have to take a load of laundry down to the washing machine and when I get back we need to run up to the store. I will be right back."

I ordered Skylar, "Stand up so you can pull down your pants."

He was still unsure like it was all some kind of joke but when Maggie walked out of her bedroom with a clothes basket full of dirty laundry, it became more real. He didn't want her to be angry but he was also very horny. He hesitantly stood up and unbuttoned his shorts. He began pulling them down and his hard cock flopped out. He sat back down with his seven inches completely erect. I knelt down on top of his bunched up pants that were surrounding his ankles. I took hold of his circumcised hard-on as he gasp, "Uuhho!"

I started stroking it while looking him in the eye, "You like that? You needed that prick jerked off, didn't ya?"

He murmured, "Ohhh, you have no idea. I'm not going to last long."

I jerked his meat a little faster. Skylar leaned back on the couch and gave me that blank stare a guy gets when he is about to cum. With my opposite hand, I lifted his shirt up to his neck before encouraging, "Go ahead and shoot it all over your belly. Let it out."

His mouth opened, "Huh! Huh! Oh! Here it comes! Yeah! Auggh! Aughh! Aughh!"

His entire body jerked as the first spurt landed somewhere up around his chest, nearly missing his shirt that I was holding up. The second and third shots landed around his breast bone and the final shots coagulated all over his stomach. After he finished, he let out a resounding, "Augghhh, that felt great! I needed that."

I stood up and while wiping Skylar's jizz off the back of my hand with a tissue, I agreed, "I could tell. You came a lot. Look at the mess you made. I will take that twenty dollars now."

He laughed but when I asked again while holding out my palm, Skylar knew that I wasn't joking. He pulled out his wallet from his scrunched shorts and handed me a crisp 20 dollar bill. I giggled, "Thank you."

Just then Maggie came back in and laughed at Skylar, "It looks like Britt took care of ya. Now go get yourself cleaned up so we can leave."

While holding his own shirt up, he shuffled his constricted feet across the floor and into the bathroom. When the door closed, Maggie said to me with a big chuckle, "You must have been pretty good. He usually takes longer than that."

I laughed, "It only took a few minutes. Easiest 20 dollars I have ever made."

We both laughed and Maggie went into the bedroom. When both of them left, I didn't think much about it as my day went on as before. We were to attend a small party at a friend's house that evening and I also had errands to run. I needed to pick up the now affordable alcohol for the get together and wanted to buy a new outfit. Everything was completed in a few hours.

As afternoon turned into evening, I decided to wear a pair of white capri pants with a purple tank and a black mesh sweater overtop. My dark blonde hair was braided into a fashionable ponytail on the side of my head as I wore a ladies style fedora hat. Adding to my ensemble was matching hoop earrings and my open-toed high heels that had the single strap come around the back of my feet, I was set. I was riding with Skylar and Maggie.

We arrived at my friend Paul's house and there were more people in attendance than I thought would be there. At first we were circulating and mingling among the dancing, drinking masses. We were instantly having a good time and I split off talking with my friend Sheila who was in one of my classes. As we conversed, I looked over in the corner and saw Skylar talking with a mutual friend of ours named Ryan. He was a tall, long blonde haired surfer type. I saw Skylar point my direction then both of them looked at me and smiled.

Ryan was already drunk and courageous. He instantly walked over and leaned in to talk over the music, "Hi Britt. Skylar just told me that you jerked him off today at the apartment with Maggie there and she didn't even care. Is that true?"

He was about half expecting me to deny it but I told him the truth, "Yes, I did and Maggie was the one who suggested it. Did he also tell you that he paid me 20 dollars? Easiest money I ever made."

Ryan paused, then laughed, "Really? Wow! Guess what? I have twenty dollars."

I think he also thought I would just gloss over him telling me that when I responded, "Ok, let's go into the bathroom."

I grabbed the stunned Ryan by the hand and led him into the bathroom. Once inside, I closed and locked the door before ordering, "Put the 20 dollars on the sink then pull em down."

Ryan asked, "Are you serious?" After seeing my serious face into the mirror above the sink, he quickly took the money out of his wallet and placed it on the sink, unfastened, then yanked his pants down to his knees.

His flaccid, uncircumcised cock was hanging down several inches with the foreskin hiding the head. Ryan was 6'3 and his crotch was just above the granite counter top. As he faced the vanity and mirror, I wrapped my arm around his waist then took hold of is cock with the other hand. It was smooth and visually very veiny. I began to stroke it outwardly while we both watched through the mirror. Within seconds, it grew to be very long and the head peeked out of its skin turtleneck. I would guess the length about eight inches. I focused on his face while I gave him a steady, rhythmic handjob.

"You like that don't you?" When he gurgled his approval, I added, "Look at my hand jerk your cock through the mirror. I bet you think my sexy red fingernails look good wrapped around it."

His eyes were wide as he mumbled again, "Uh, huh."

I cooed, "Shoot it in the sink. It will be easy to clean up."

He put both his hands up on the mirror and his body began to seize. He growled and thrusted his hips in unison with every spurt of his big dick, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Aughh!"

Ryan's thick cum first struck the cold side handle on the faucet before the follow up squirts splattered down into the sink with me offering encouragement, "There you go. Let it all out. That's it."

When he finished, he let out a big sigh. I let go of his dong and it plopped down onto the granite before I used a hand towel to wipe the slime off the back of the sink. I turned on the water and washed the rest out before I heard a knock at the door.

Ryan was fumbling with his pants when he gave hurried bellow, "Occupied. I'll be out in a second."

A guy's voice could be heard through the door saying, "Hey Ryan. Is that you in there, dude?"

Ryan had just finished fastening his pants and my cleaning had concluded when he yanked open the door, "Dude! Can't you see I'm busy in here?"

Both guys were smiling when the muscular guy, wearing a tank top, waved at me, "Hi. You must be Brittni?"

I had no idea who they were but waved back while smiling, "Hi. We are finished now. I was just in here with Ryan trying to unclog his drain. I think it is working now."

The two guys stepped in the bathroom with us and shut the door behind themselves. The muscular guy lowered his voice, "Are you guys in here doing what Skylar said you might be doing? If so, we want in."

Ryan forced his way past both guys and responded as he was leaving the bathroom, "I'm outta here dudes. You guys can work it out."

Ryan closed the door, leaving me in the bathroom with two Fraternity guys whom I did not know. I calmly asked, "Do you guys have twenty dollars?"

The skinny guy with glasses replied, "Yes we do," and both of them reached for their wallets and pulled out the money.

One guy had a twenty dollar bill and the other one had a ten and two fives. I sat down on the open toilet. The muscular guy stood in front of me and I helped him pull down his skinny jeans. I pulled off a large strip of toilet paper and folded it up in order to catch his cum. Standing in front me, I gripped his already stiff 6 inch cock with my thumb down, fingers on top and elbow out to the side.

When I began jerking it, the guy put his hands on his hips allowing me to do my thing. After a few minutes of pumping, I decided some lube might be helpful. I spit a couple of times on the shaft, rubbed it and began jerking again. That was much better. My saliva lubrication was just what was needed. My hand slid up and down perfectly and low groans escaped his lips. Meanwhile, the boy with the glasses had his shorts down to his knees, slowly stroking his own pecker, patiently awaiting his turn.

I looked up into the muscular guy's eyes and seductively whispered, "Ooo, your head is so bulbous. I like how your pee hole opens up every time I jerk it downward."

He panted, "Oh! Almost there. I'm gettin close."

I held up the folded tissue directly underneath his cock head in order to catch the load. His groans got louder and my stroking got faster. He then tightened his abs and cried out, "Augghh fuck!" The first shot flew past the toilet paper and hit my shirt before I quickly lifted the tissue and tilted it to trap the rest, "Augh! Augh! Augh!" he continued to let out loud grunts with each spurt.

When he finished, I jumped up to wash the glob of cum off my sweater with him apologizing, "Sorry. I was worked up." Meanwhile, the boys switched places and the muscular guy had his pants pulled up and out the door in no time. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice plus my wrist was already getting tired in that position. I opened up the vanity door and hit the jackpot with a huge bottle of coconut hand lotion in sight.

Since this guy was shorter, I stood beside him like I had done with Ryan and lifted the toilet seat. I squirted two large blobs of the white lotion on his shaft. I went down to my knees, and placed my arm around his waist and began stroking the sloppy lubrication all up and down the shaft. I jerked his cock and in no time he was blowing his load into the water below. This time, there was no glitches as every drop landed where I had intended.

He was zipping up just as I was drying my washed off hands. I went back to the party and not only did I have enough money for the evenings alcohol, I now had enough for half my outfit that I had put on my credit card. When I had a chance, I told Maggie that I had given three more handjobs and she playfully smacked me in shame. We got home around 3 am and I slept like a rock.

The next morning, I was up before Maggie like usual. I starting thinking about the quick and easy 80 dollars I had made the day before. Here I was working my way through college while trying to keep up with my grades and making next to nothing at my job. My wheels really started turning as I thought, "Here I made that money in less than 20 minutes of work which figured out to 240 dollars an hour. Would more guys be willing to pay money to get jacked off?" Then I thought assuring myself, "These are all horny, young college guys...of course they would."

I started figuring out the logistics of opening a handjob service before I would think it was a crazy idea. I wrestled with that idea back and forth for several days before bringing it up to Maggie when she was alone.

She snapped, "Are you crazy? Think of the diseases. Think of getting arrested for prostitution. It would never work."

I had went over all of it in my mind and had the answers, "First, there would be no diseases because it would only be handjobs. Second, it wouldn't be prostitution because there would be no sex...in a way...well, it would slightly be prostitution but nobody is going to care because it is only handjobs. Why should that Korean massage parlor down on Fifth and Pine Street get all the business with happy endings? They have never gotten arrested."

Maggie continued to question my practicality, "Where would you conduct your business? How much would you charge? How would you let people know about it? How do you know guys would even do it?"

I laughed, "Uh, horny college guys...hello...there is your answer. Of course they would do it. I jacked off 4 guys in one day and hadn't even advertised. These guys aren't rich so I think keeping the cost down is a must. I think I will just stick with the 20 dollars. I would do it right here in my room or in the living room," and before Maggie had a chance to disagree, I offered, "And that is why you can be my partner."

"Are you nuts? It will never work," she insisted. "Plus, Skylar isn't going to let me jack off guys for money."

I gave her a wicked smile, "Trust me. When he sees that you are making money hand over fist...pun intended...he won't care. Just give it a week. If it is a disaster, then we will shut it down. Please?! Come on, Mags! It is easy money. Say yes!"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Ok, one week. Then we shut it down. I must be out of my mind. What did you have in mind for advertising?"

My smile got just a little wickeder. When I showed her a design of our advertisement that we would put on social media, she laughed. The first thing we needed was a sexy selfie. I had bought two plumber hats and a two-foot metal pipe. We dolled ourselves up with extra makeup and curled our hair so it would be flowing. We put the hats on and with us, side by side, holding this pipe with my hand above hers, we snapped several selfies with seductive looks on our faces. With Photoshop, I added some features to really make it pop.

Later in the evening when I showed the finished product to Maggie, she laughed even harder. It was a perfect sexy picture of us two holding the pipe with the caption stating, "Hey guys, do you need your pipes cleaned out? Tired of being backed up? Call Britt & Mag's Handy Service! For only twenty dollars, we will make sure the job is complete. Satisfaction guaranteed." I added a number which was text only and the proper procedure in which to contact us.

Within the hour after I posted it, the inquiries came flooding in. Four hours later, when I showed Maggie that 49 guys had requested our services, her eyes just about popped out of her head. Of course there were a few more people who thought we actually did plumbing. We scheduled the appointments for the guys for the upcoming weekend which would also give us time to prepare. We needed to go to the store for supplies.

In order to get her boyfriend on board, Maggie not only promised him 30 percent of the money she earned, she said that she would pay for him to have me jack him off anytime. We sat down to discuss the logistics in order to make the business successful.

"We need to make it clean and sanitary with a clinical aspect, yet we want it to feel intimate and sexually dirty," I suggested.

She agreed, "Yes. We will use our bedrooms as the performance stations and our 'waiting room' will be our common living room."

Analyzing further, I added, "I think guys don't want just the act of getting jerked off. They can do that themselves. They want mind stimulation as well. They want a pretty girl to do it for them and I think we do that by offering variety along with preference. It also can't seem like we are doing it because it is just a job. We need to enjoy it and make every guy feel special. That is the key."

She asked, "What do you mean by preference?"

I replied, "I mean, we don't just do everyone the same way. In business, people want choices and personal preferences. We need to run our business the same way. Some might want lube, some might want to stand up, some might want to watch porn while we do it, some might want dirty talk, and some might have a fetish they want put into play. We have to find out what the customer wants and do it. Not only will they enjoy it more and want to come back, they will cum quicker which saves our time and effort."

Maggie agreed. We headed to two different stores. While at Walmart, we picked up the basics like hand lotion with different scents, Astroglide lubrication, tissues, paper towels, sanitary wipes, plastic trash bags and a couple of heating pads. While at the Victoria Secret, we picked up some risqué lingerie with stockings, panties, and bras. We already had plenty of shoes and heels so we decided there was no need to spend the extra money. All of it was put on my credit card in hopes that we could pay it off quick.

When the day arrived of our appointments, Maggie and I really slutted ourselves up with extra eyeliner and sexy clothes. I chose to wear a short V-neck red baby doll dress with matching red spiked pumps while Maggie wore a sheer nightgown with a lace bra and panty set and slide-on flats. I chose not to wear panties.

We high fived and opened our front door. There were already five guys waiting and we ushered them in as we had added extra fold up chairs in our living area. They told us how hot we looked and we knew that this was going to be easy. Each guy was scheduled for a five minute slot, knowing we might get behind like at a doctor's office.

The first guy scheduled for me was Brad. After checking my spreadsheet located on my IPad, I called out his name like a nurse in that doctor's office. He was an averaged sized younger looking guy about 5'11 wearing high top Nike shoes with matching "Just do it" basketball shorts and t-shirt.

We walked into my bedroom and I was very polite and wanted to be very blunt in a sexy way, "Hi Brad. I'm Brittni and I am going to be the one jacking you off. What technique would you like sweetie?"

With a confused look, he asked, "What do you mean technique?"

I showed him all the supplies I had and responded, "Do you want to stand, lay, or sit down? Do you want me to do it bare or use some lubrication? I have heated lotion and heated Astroglide."

He was extremely excited as he divulged, "Ooo, that warm lotion sounds great. I will lay down. You want me on the bed?"

I smiled, "Yes baby. Take your pants off, lay down and let Britt jerk that dick off for you."

He handed me the twenty dollars before he slid his long basketball shorts off along with his black underwear. Keeping his shoes and shirt on, he laid up on my bed that was lined with a large trash bag for sanitary purposes. While on his back, I unwrapped the heating pad from around the peach lotion. Taking the warm bottle, I pumped three squirts into my palm and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Brad.

When that warm lotioned hand took hold of his growing cock, he let out a low pitched groan, "Ohhh, fuck! That feels fuckin awesome."

As I began to stroke the thick lube up and down on his shaft, I cooed, "I bet it does feel awesome, baby. It'll probably make you explode all over the place."

Brad had his head tilted upward so he could watch my hand move up and down on his now rock hard 6 ½ inch cock. The warm lube was creating that sloppy slurping sound and he was already giving me that look. He wasn't going to last long. I was facing him, with my knee bent, sliding my greasy hand up to his mushroom head and back down to his balls.

I wanted to draw his attention to my smooth pantyless pussy that was on display up my short dress when I lifted my knee more and asked, "Can you see my pussy under my dress? I just shaved it tonight...do you like it?"

When his head turned and looked, he cried out, "Fuck! Oh!" A rope of cum shot straight in the air like a hot springs geyser and landed on his belly button. He continued releasing, "Oh! Oh! Aughh! Yeahh!" as shorter spurts followed.

When he had stopped cumming, his head crashed down on the bed in total relief, "That was fuckin awesome. I'm gonna go broke cause I will probably be here every day."

I handed him some paper towels and a wet wipe. As he cleaned himself up, I washed my hands in my bathroom. When I had returned, Brad was dressed and walking out the door. After a quick change of the trash bag he was laying upon, I gathered my IPad chart, opened the door to the now 11 or 12 guys sitting in the living room and called out, "Mike!" He raised his hand and I smiled, "You are next baby."

Mike was about 6'2 and built like an athlete and I started my personable approach, "Hi Mike. You are cute. I'm Britt and I'm going to make your cock feel really good today. Take your jeans and sit them over there so I can jerk you off. Do you have any special requests? Have any fetishes?"

While removing his pants, Mike thought for a second before responding, "This might sound weird but I like to cum while on my knees which explains why doggie style is my favorite position. As far as fetishes, I can't really think of any except I really like girls' panties."

I giggled, "Get on your knees on my bed. I'm not wearing any panties as you can see," I pulled up my dress to flash him my bald slit before I gave him my idea, "But I do have some right in here," I opened my top drawer of my dresser and took out a sheer, white, silky thong of mine.

His feet were hanging over the end of my bed and I stood behind him. His cock was long and arched upward like a banana. Taking my thong, I slowly wrapped it around his 8 inch shaft while whispering in his ear, "You feel that silkiness on your cock?" Then I began to stroke it while continuing, "Oh, that's got to feel good sliding up and down it."

Mike gasped, "Fuck an A it does."

As I continued beating his meat with my underwear, I added more dirty talk, "My panties are going to make you cum so hard. I want to see you spray it all over my bed." After he let out a bigger gasp, I kissed his ear and seductively whispered, "You can watch me lick your load up off my bed," and then I gave a little slurp sound.

That sent him over the edge as he tensed up and grunted, "Yeah! I'm cummin! Oh! Yeah!"

He wasn't a big shooter but his semen was extremely thick and plopped down on the trash bag like somebody squeezing shampoo out of the bottle. He shook and trembled until the last drop had released. He shook harder when finished trying to enjoy his post orgasm come-down.

He laughed, "Fuck, I can't believe how filthy you are. That was hot as fuck."

Mike scooted off the back of the bed and began putting his pants back on while I changed the trash bag and tossed my panties in the dirty clothes hamper. As the waiting guys took their turn, I was using a variety of methods and techniques to get them off. Each wanted something different and I was happy to oblige. Even though my wrist was getting tired, I was making quick money and my pussy was wet and tingly just by making all these strange cocks cum. It was not only pleasurable for them but for me as well.

The next to the last guy was named Gil and he looked a little older than the average college student. He had a nice smile and after we exchanged pleasant conversation, he hesitantly asked, "Do you give prostate massages during your handjobs?"

I hadn't yet but I was thinking it could be fun when I answered, "Sure baby. Do you want to be on your back or knees?"

After removing his pants, Gil sat on the edge of my bed. He laid back and lifted his legs in the air giving me complete access to his butthole. After slathering my fingers with the warmed-up Astroglide in one hand and filling my palm in the other, I was ready to multi-task. I was jerking his six inch cock for a minute or so before inserting my middle finger into his anus.

He let out a slow moan, "Ohhhhhhhh that feels amazing."

At first I just stuck my finger all the way in and held it still. Then I twisted it around until my hand was palm up before I began to thrust it in and out. His rectum walls were extremely warm and snug. I asked, "Does my finger in your asshole feel good Gil?"

He babbled, "Fantastic. Don't stop. Squeeze a little tighter on my cock."

Gripping it tighter, my stroking became synchronized with his anus finger banging. I stuffed my digit in as deep as it would go and wiggled upward trying to tickle that prostate. His cock began to erupt all over the back of my hand. His cum bubbled out like lava escaping a volcano. Gil was holding his breath while slowly releasing intermittent grunts. I thought it might never stop. This man had spewed so much spunk in what was over ten spurts. My hand and his belly were covered in the goop.

When I had finished, I pulled my finger out of his ass and immediately headed to the bathroom for a cleanup. As I walked away, I stated while impressed, "Wow sweetie, I have never seen someone cum so much. You must have been backed up," I then giggled.

After I helped Gil get cleaned up, he left with a smile on his face. I finished the last guy off and looked at the clock. I had been jerking guys off for two hours and s*******n minutes. I sat out on the empty sofa, moving my tired wrist around while Maggie was in her bedroom jacking off her last one.

Eventually he came walking out with Maggie right behind him. As he left the apartment, she let out a large exhale and flopped down right beside me on the sofa, "Wow, my wrist is tired!"

I laughed, "You said it but in two hours of work we made some good money."

I had given 26 handjobs while Maggie had given 23. Together we made almost a thousand dollars and doing something I enjoyed for that kind of money was icing on the cake. After a short clean up, we logged back on to see another 57 potential clients. We scheduled them in accordance to our schedules and the two entrepreneurs were not a one hit wonder. We now had a legitimate business.

Most of our sessions were on the weekends even though we did have some during the week. I developed my ambidextrous side out of necessity and was able to jerk guys off with my left hand as well as my right. Of course the guys that were really hung, I would use both at the same time.

The first month, we each made close to 4,000 dollars and just over 6,000 in the second month. We were having trouble keeping up with the demand. Eventually we had to put people on a waiting list just like one would have at a popular restaurant. Maggie and I became more and more creative, even double team jerking off guys for double the price.

One day while sitting in my creative writing class, I got a message from a guy who asks me to meet him in 20 minutes at a public location. I typed back to him that I don't do that because it goes against my safety protocol. He responded that he would pay 100 dollars for my services and assured me that he would be in a public place. Since my class was ending in seven minutes, I agreed to meet him at a location of my choice. He described the vehicle he would be in and I told him to meet me at the east side of the Starbucks parking lot.

As I drove up, I spotted the vehicle. I got out of mine and went to his driver's side window. When the window descended, I could see that it was a silver headed gentleman. As I got a better look, I realized it was Professor Donlon. The same professor of the class that I had just come from.

With my face in the window, I laughed, "Oh, hi Professor Donlon. Long time, no see. I thought you were somebody else."

He smiled and gave me wink before responding, "I think I'm the right guy. I'm your next client."

I was a little embarrassed that one of my college professors knew what I was doing. I paused before stumbling, "Well...I...uh...well...how did you know about this?"

"Oh my dear Britt. You sit in my writing class looking so gorgeous. I must admit, I'm a bit of a cyber stalker just to see your pretty pictures after I get the pleasure of seeing you in person two days a week." He held up a one hundred dollar bill before continuing, "You don't age discriminate do you? I promise my money is good."

I thought for a second and decided, "What the heck." I jumped in the passenger side seat. I took the money, folded it and slid into the back pocket of my short jean shorts. It still seemed a little strange but business was business and even a guy more than twice my age has needs.

I snickered, "You better pull your pants down. This won't work if you keep them up."

Dr. Donlon pulled his grey dress slacks down to his ankles and the boxer shorts soon followed. Out flopped a rather impressive cock. It was thick and large. Who knew that my very own creative writing teacher was hung like a horse? I needed to get myself in a good position as well as getting as comfortable as possible. I kicked off my pink flip flops and sat down in a diagonal angle while putting my bare feet up on the steering wheel. I leaned over to my side and took hold of that thick monster.

I began stroking it to life. The girth reminded me of a boa constrictor. As it became hard, it stretched well past his navel and I could only fit my hand half way around it. His breathing became erratic as my pumping became faster. I thought he was looking at the steering wheel when I realized he was staring at my feet.

I played off that, "Do you like my feet Professor Donlon? Are they cute?" After he gulped his approval, I wiggled my toes and giggled, "I bet you like my pink toenail polish. I just got them done yesterday."

He panted, "Oh squeeze it tighter. Tighter. Just like that."

I was jerking it with a half twist around the shaft when I felt it throb, "Cum for me Professor Donlon. Shoot it high. I want to see it hit the roof. Think about covering my pretty toes with your love."

"Oh yea. I would...I would...I would cover your feet so...aughhhhh! Oh! Oh! Aughhh," he shouted while lifting his shirt just before the cum shot from his cock.

It never hit the roof, but the thick spunk squirted all over his chest and stomach. He slumped down further in the seat as he emptied his balls from the handjob I was giving him. When he finished cumming, he let out two large breaths of relief.

I giggled again, "I hope you enjoyed that Professor. I will see you in class the day after tomorrow." I opened the door and exited the vehicle.

At first it was a little awkward the next time I had class but I quickly got over it because there were at least a few guys in all my classes that at one time or another, I had jerked off in the last couple of months. I even gave Professor Donlon a few more handjobs in his office during the course of the semester.

Maggie and I continued our business and were making tons of money. By Christmas, we had enough to pay for a full year of college. It was insane! We decided to stay during the break to increase our workload because of no classes and only taking a few days off to go home for Christmas day and New Year's. We were putting in two hour shifts in the morning and two more in the evening.

During that month is when I had something a little different happen. I was in the middle of a shift when I opened my door and called out the name, "Randy." When Randi stood up, that is when I was shocked to see a girl. She stepped inside my bedroom and all I could do was stand there looking surprised.

She smiled, "I bet you weren't expecting a girl were ya?"

I shook my head and zoned back in, "Uh, not really. I guess when we give our handjobs, guys are the only ones who have been here."

Randi was very cute and an obvious lesbian. She wasn't totally butch but had a sleeve of tattoos with a nose piercing. Her hair was long and dark with died streaks of red. She was dressed in jeans, a hoodie, and boots.

She asked, "So is it cool? Will you jerk me off?"

At that time, I hadn't had sex with any girls yet but I saw no harm when I responded, "Sure. Is there anything you prefer? You want to sit or lay down?"

"How about if I lay on the bed and you sit down facing my privates. You can do what you want but I will tell you that I have a very sensitive clit so pay extra attention to that. My girlfriend gets me off by vibrating it," Randi informed me.

I shrugged, "That sounds good. You can put your jeans over there on the chair."

Randi took off her boots and jeans. She was wearing silky boy-short style panties. When she hooked her thumbs around the waistband and tugged them down, I could see a tight lipped, smooth pussy. She climbed up on the bed and laid on her back with her knees up like a pregnant girl about to give birth. I sat down with my legs in a V-shape under hers like I was her doctor about to deliver the baby. I was wearing lingerie with black stockings and a garter belt.

She really had a pretty vagina. Using my thumb, I began rubbing her clit in circles just to help it pop out. Randi let out a few low moans as I began to work my thumb up under the hood. I put to good use to what I thought felt good on my pussy when I get fingered. Her legs remained in the air while wearing white ankle socks on her feet.

I treated her the same as I treated all the guys when I began talking, "Does that feel good sweetie? You like when I rub your love button, don't you?"

She breathed, "Oh yes. Just like that. You are touching the perfect spot."

I seductively snickered, "How about we just slide these two fingers right in here," before inserting the two fingers from my opposite hand into her wet opening.

Her body jumped and she closed her eyes to enjoy. Now I was simultaneously rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with both my hands. I was starting to really get into giving this girl a great "handjob."

She begged, "Don't stop. Keep going. Just like that. Oh, yes. Just like that. Keep going."

I whispered my question, "Do my fingers feel good? Your pussy is so wet. I think you want to cum all over them. I want to feel your juices."

She kept pleading, "Keep going. Keep going. I'm getting close."

My fingering quickly transformed into finger banging when Randi let out a squeal, "Ohhhhhhh. There it is! Auggh! Augghhhhunnngggg!" Her pussy was contracting around my thrusting fingers. Her juices began flowing and soaking my entire hand.

After she had orgasmed, I couldn't help myself but to continue. This was a new experience and it made my own pussy wet. I kept finger fucking this lesbian so long, you would have thought I was a lesbian myself. It was so fun and enjoyable. I ended up getting her off 4 or 5 times!

When we had finally finished, she was so satisfied, she gave me an extra 20 dollars as a tip. My hand was wet and smelled of her sweet vagina. Randi put her pants back on while I cleaned things up. If I hadn't had more clients, I would have probably went into the bathroom and masturbated. Of course I certainly did that night after everyone left. That also led me into girl on girl sex with Maggie later on that school year but that is for a different story.

In the month of December, Maggie and I earned over 11,000 dollars apiece. That is a lot of handjobs. Around Valentine's Day, we thought our business was going to be shut down. We had just finished a two hour shift when the last client was leaving and there stood two policeman at our front door. I could see them out of the window.

I was terrified we were going to get arrested when I whispered to Maggie, "Oh my God. There are policemen here. What should we do?"

Maggie was also frightened when she answered me after they knocked on the door, "I...I don't know. I knew this was a bad idea."

When they knocked on the door a second time, I opened it to see two very young policeman standing on our porch.

The tall one asked, "Are you Brittni Hart and Maggie Ferrell?"

I nervously responded, "Uh...yes. Is there a problem officer?"

The other cop chimed in, "Can we come in ma'am?"

I opened the door, "Sure. What can we do for you?"

Both policemen stepped into our living room as the door shut behind them. We both were shaking as we knew we were going to jail when the tall officer pulled out his wallet, held up a twenty dollar bill and smiled to his partner, "I want the blonde."