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CHAPTER VIII THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER THE SEQUEL OR PREPARARING FOR MY LIFE AS A SUBMISSIVE T-Girl Preparing to make the final move to the west Coast Now, it was only 3 weeks until the time for me to board a plane for my trip back to the West Coast. There I would serve as a slut and slave girl to Mistress Ann and Doctor Tom. I was a little apprehensive about me also serving as a "Pony Girl," since I did not know what that position would entail. But ,I did trust Mistress Ann for my well being, and knew that serving and pleasing her would ensure my safe entry into the pony girl scene. Therefore, now was the time to take action to rid myself of any and all possession that I could not take on a plane. My first action was to make the plane reservation in order to ensure the lowest cost fare. That done, I decided that I really did not need a car since I had to take a bus to and from work. I only used it to do grocery shopping about once a week. Therefore, I placed an add the local newspaper in the "Autos for Sale" section of the want ads. As soon as I got an offer, I would be doing my last grocery shopping to stock up on canned goods and frozen foods. I could always go down to the local "Mom and Pop" corner grocery store for bread and other short shelf life items. That would be more expensive, but at least I should not need too much more to last me through the few weeks remaining. Sure enough, I got a reasonable offer for my car within 5 days and was able to stock up on food that Saturday morning before the sale was finalized. Next, I needed to get rid of all of my male clothes, female clothes that were too old and "straight" for my future life as a slut/sex addict/pony girl. I bagged them up and dropped them off at the local Goodwill store. Then I contacted several local used furniture dealers for bids. I of course selected the lowest bidder, and contacted him when to come and make the pick up a day before I was to fly out. His name was Jake, a very nice young man and seemed very interested in me as a girl rather than as a customer. He called me three days before the transaction was to take place and asked if he could stop by and review the items to determine the size of truck he would need. I agreed, and he came over the next evening, after I got off work. Jake was waiting outside my building when I got home, so I let him come in and survey what he had bought. While he was sizing up the furniture as to its total space it would require to make the move, I slipped into my bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes...if not a little sexier! I guess my slutty desire surfaced when I saw him, and felt that maybe it was not too late to have one last "fling." I slipped on a pair of shiny stretch pants that probably was one size too small that showed every line of the garter belt, hose, and panties that I wore. I then put on a halter top of a thin stretchy nylon. By this time, my breast were showing some very noticeable growth, so I decided to go bra-less and sure enough my nipple rings were very obviously outlined against my protruding "budding" breasts. When he came back into my living room, he took a quick glance at me and did a double take, then stared back at me and I noticed a bulge beginning to grow in his pants. I smiled and thought that it did not take much to stimulate a young man as virile as I thought he would be. I sat down on the couch crossed my legs and motioned for him to sit down next to me. He looked me over, and shook his head indicating no, then spoke up and said, "I don't trust myself being that close to you especially dressed as you are." "Well," I said, "seeing that bulge in your pants, I guess you think I am a whore or such." He stammered again, and said dis-pointedly, "No, I just don't trust myself that close to a lovely and sexy girl as you! "And just what would you like to do with a girl like me?" I retorted. He stammered around a little and let me know he was interested in fucking me. I responded and lied, "Sorry, but I am on my period now, is there anything else you would like" I was really into teasing him and he was so nervous that he could hardly speak. He stammered, "A blow job would be nice!" I responded in a very stern voice, "And you think I am that kind of girl?" "I am supposed to fall on my knees, take that smelly thing of yours in my mouth and suck until you shoot your vile tasting cum into my mouth, then swallow it?" I added. He stuttered so much that I was able to cut him off and say, "Well lets see what you have to offer me in the way of size!" His mouth dropped open, he stammered again without saying anything, then with a look of shock and unbelieving awe started to unzip his pants. I reached over, pulled him closer to me then finished unbuckling his pants and pulled them down to the floor. Since I was still sitting on the couch, I just pulled him as close to me as possible, took his cock in my hand and gave it a staring look of inspection while I twisted it around and pulled it up and inspected the underside of his cock. I think this inspection scared him and his cock started to go limp. I spoke up, "you expect me to suck on that little thing?" Again he stammered, "Uh..Uh...Uh, I promise it will get bigger Ma-am." I snorted a little in discuss, and said, " It had better get bigger, or you will leave this apartment with "Blue Balls" and no relief." As soon as I spoke those words, I opened my mouth and quickly sucked his member deep in my mouth. The next thing I heard form him was a "Oh my god, that feels fantastic." I ignored that remark, and started to suck in and out then caressed his cock with the tip of my tongue. His cock immediately sprung to life and started to grow in my mouth. I was afraid he would "pop his cork" before I had time to savor the velvety surface of his smooth cock. It definitely was not the largest cock I had tasted, but it did touch the back of my throat enough that I had to keep swallowing to prevent the gagging response. Still, he shot his load in less than two minutes, about the time for me to really get into sucking in earnest. I kept sucking until the last drop spurted in my mouth, and I sucked even harder as I withdrew from his cock and it made a "slurping" sound. I could see his legs shaking and his legs became wobbly. Without waiting for him to pull up has pants, I pulled him down on the couch before he fell to the floor. He sat their gasping saying, "Oh My God,...Oh my God...Oh My God" "That was my first blow-job ever, it was so fantastic!" I asked him, "Doesn't your girlfriend do that for you?" He responded, "No, she is not that kind of girl." "All she will do is give me a hand job and that, only on special occasions...like my birthday!" I spoke in an understanding voice, "Oh, you poor boy (since I figured him to be several years younger and probably just out of his teens) she obviously doesn't know the sexual needs of a boy your age." "Are you ready for another BJ, only this time I will give you the full treatment that only my experienced mouth and tongue can give you!" I asked. He responded, "Not just yet, I am still trying to get may legs steady and under me" he laughed. Well, lets make a deal, I will give you another "Blow Job," and instead of picking up my furniture Wednesday evening, you come at 6:30 AM Thursday. That way I won't have to sleep on the floor Wednesday night. He thought about it for minute, then said that he thought that he could get different help rather than his father, so he agreed. "Well then, why don't you run down the street to the pizza shop and get us a pizza," I asked him. He responded, "Yes in a couple more minutes." "OK," I said, "It will take a few minutes to order, and fifteen minutes to be ready for pick up." "After we eat pizza you had better be ready to do it again, only hold off longer so I can really feel that I had a big cock in my mouth that "can take a sucking and keep on throbbing." LOL He retorted, "I will try my best!" I picked up my phone and hit the speed dial for the local pizza shop. While waiting for them to answer I asked him, "What do you like on your pizza?" "Pepperoni?" "Sausage?" "Extra cheese?" He only nodded as he was still recovering from his mind blowing and first ever "Blow Job." I placed the order, gave them my name as Heather and hung up. A few minutes later, Jake was able to stand up and headed for the door, saying, "I,ll be right back as soon as possible. Sure enough twenty minutes later he was back with the pizza box in his hands. By This time I had retrieved a folding table from the closet, found some paper plates and napkins, and eating utensils. Also I got a two liter bottle of soda out of the fridge, and two glasses, and waited next to the door for his return. We sat down and ate the pizza, and drank some soda before cleaning up the mess. "Well stud," I called Jake "are you ready to perform again?" He just shook his head "yes" and I led him into my bedroom by his hand. I told him to strip as I wanted to enjoy watching his full muscular body while I drove him crazy with my expert mouth. He shed his clothes in record time, jumped up on the bed and moved as far up to the headboard as possible. This allowed me to kneel between his legs and prop myself up on my elbows and knees therefore positioning my head perfectly for me to give him a "professional" style Blow Job. As I stroked his cock to life a little, I squeezed his balls gently, wiped my tongue up his cock like I was licking a lollipop. This started his cock to start to swell even more , so I stopped licking, and took his member in my mouth as I loved the feeling of a cock growing bigger in my mouth. I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth, and just let it warm up and titillated his cock for a minute our two with my tongue. When he started to thrust his hips back a forth trying to achieve a little friction against his shaft I squeezed hard down on his shaft with my lips covering my teeth so as not to cause pain but put constant pressure on his shaft, then I ultimately sucked his shaft deeper in my mouth until I could squeeze the very base of his shaft, and keep him from pulling back. As soon as I was able to relax my lips a little, I softly squeeze the base of his shaft, he let out a low moan, and started to breath heavy. I wanted this BJ to last a little while longer, and feel the velvety soft, skin sliding against my lips. So I released the pressure off of his cock and slowly pull back off of his cock, and grabbed it with my hand. I looked up at him and with a big smile said, "Lets not hurry, lets make it last a little while... OK, stud?" He replied, "Take as long as you like, just keep it in your mouth....PLEASE." I replied, "Honey, it is not easy breathing with your cock in the back of my throat!" I then kissed the head of his cock, slowly licked his shaft several more times like a lollypop, then just sucked on the head of his penis while wiggling my tongue across the head, and into his pee hole. This action on his cock brought a low moan from him again, so I continued doing that for several minutes. Then I grabbed his ball and gave them a gentle but firm squeeze (I am sure hurting a little) causing his cock to deflate. "Oh Good" I thought, "Now I can feel his cock grow in my mouth again!" "What a slut I am becoming!" Soon, I figured I had teased him enough, and started my famous "Blow Job" technique of slowly driving down on his cock until it touched the back of my throat, hold it there as long a I could, all the while tickling the under side of his shaft with my tongue piercing. I pulled back on his cock slowly until it was almost out of my mouth while sucking very hard. Then, I drove my head back down again, driving his cock as deep in my throat as possible, then pressed my lips hard down at the base of his cock. I then held his penis there while all the time with my tongue, stroking has shaft with as much pressure against his shaft as possible. This action produced even more heavy breathing and louder moans emanating from him. I figured we had been at this for at least ten minutes...my how time fly's by when ones (or two) are having fun! I sensed that he was on the very edge of an orgasm, so I decided it was time to create a little "dessert" for myself. I released my lip grip from the base of his cock and with a little sucking action started bobbing up and down on his penis. With each up and down stroke I sucked a little harder, and moved up and down even faster. I estimate it took him less than a minute to produce my reward, spurting it into the back of my mouth and ultimately down my throat. I was able to judge when he was almost done shooting his load and stopped swallowing so that I retained at lest a spoonful in my mouth. I pulled back off of his cock, opened my mouth to show him what his seaman looked like. Then I puckered my lips like I wanted a kiss and started to get up off if the bed. Even though his legs were shaky as after that first BJ, he was still able to back away, and shook his head side to side indicating NO! I smiled with an evil look in my eyes, made a noticeable motion of swallowing his cum, and smiled saying, "You really don't know what you are missing, it tastes just scrumptious, as I licked my lips and smiled at him. As he was pulling up his pants, I grinned at him, and quizzed him, "Are you able to cum again?" "NO NO" he replied I have to get back to the storage shed, and return the pick-up truck, and I am late already!" I thought that I probably gave him more than he had originally bargained for! The next day, was my last day of work. So I dressed a little more formal, yet show as much cleavage and leg as possible. Miss Barnes called me into her office around 10 AM, which gave her time to get coffee, open her mail and check on her phone messages. She told me that she wanted to take me to lunch again. Then, she said, "I truly want to let you know that it was not your fault for getting the strapping I gave you." " You know, a dominant never apologizes for her actions no matter how severe." "That said, I really wanted you to experience my dominant nature." And your "flirting" was just my excuse!" And quite naturally, I really got off on punishing you." It has been a long time since I was able to dominate and whip a young girl as yourself." she admitted. I replied, "But you know I am not a girl" "Dear," she said, "Look at you dressed as you are and your poise and demur, trust me, you are as much of a girl as any of us!" I took that as a compliment, and thanked her. She told me since this is my last day, after our lunch, you may go to accounting, pickup your last check, and go home. I thanked her for everything, especially taking me "under her wing," and supervise my monthly periods. I finished the morning completing what little unfinished work I had left. I cleaned out my desk, sharing most of my office supplies with my co- workers as I bid each and every one of them a warm and sad goodby. Of course, I said goodby to my sister "lesbian" Sally, lastly. We hugged affectionately with tears in our eyes, and kissed each other several times. By then, it was almost time to meet Miss Barnes downstairs in the lobby for lunch. On the way down, I picked up my last check. We met, and made the to walk down to the restaurant, and was ushered to our table. Again Miss Barnes thanked me for my dedication not only to my job, but my tenacity to perfect my feminine deportment. She told me, "I know you are going to make your Mistress proud of you no matter what your challenge will be, not only as a full time female, but even as a slut, sex object, slave, or "Pony Girl." I thanked her again for all of her help and understanding in my training. After our waiter served our drinks, Miss Barnes sank back in her chair and asked, "Would you like to hear about my, or actually my slaves progression? I perked up and replied, "I would love to hear how he has progressed." She explained that "Worm" as she now calls him, has accepted his role as slave, and handyman around the house, and country estate. She added, "I think he actually likes being a slave to me, and I do enjoy his company now that he has accepted his role in our relationship. She went on to tell me she just received his chastity belt last week, and has been wearing it almost permanently ever since. He is only allowed to take it off once a month for sexual relief! She even ordered it with size # 2, #3, and #4 attachable butt plugs to the chastity belt. Next she bought him several maids outfits to wear when in the house, no matter what his chore was. Only when he is working outside, at the estate, is he allowed to wear male clothes. She also ordered him several more custom made corsets, and he is in corset training (along with a strict diet) with a goal for him to reach a 20 inch waist! She figures that within a year he will be down to a 24 inch waist, and up to a #3 plug. Eventually she added that he will reach her goal of a 20 inch waist, and #4 or even a # 5 butt plug. She also confided in me that when he does not perform adequately she forces the next size plug in him without lubrication. She added with a smile, He screams so nicely when it goes in without lubrication, that I sometimes cum in my panties!" She told me that when she has one of her "lady friends" (lesbian) over, he stays dressed as her maid and serves both of them. She even had a party at her house two weeks ago, and he had to serve all of them. And she told me that since he was still learning the proper technique of being a maid, that every one of them was able to discipline him for at least one infraction. She told me that she adores my nipple rings, and wants Worm to have his nipple pierced, tongue, ears, and cock also. She told me she has ordered a special designed cap for his cock that would be held in place with a Prince Albert piercing. It should be in next month, then he will get all of his piercings. She explained, We need to wait until we get the "cap" so the Prince Albert piercing is properly aligned to the cap, where it will be positioned just past the cock tube in his chastity belt. "Next," she said, I have located a source to purchase a "hollow penis tube," about 4 inches long, that can be inserted in his pee hole, screwed into the cap, so he has to urinate through the tube. Doesn't that sound devilish?" she asked. I thought about it and had to agree that it would be very uncomfortable wearing that tube up his pee hole. All the time she was relating to me all the things she planned to do, I could tell she was getting aroused. Then she asked me, "Have you ever heard about a shocking box or devise that could be attached to various parts of the body?" "Yes," I replied, "They are not lethal, but depending on the sensitivity of the body parts being shocked they can be very painful!" It was then, I shuddered, that my Mistress Ann would not learn of these terrible additions to my chastity belt, nor the shock box! Quite frankly, I thought that I was fortunately, leaving for good, since I am sure Miss Barnes would have found a way to entrap me and subject me to a fate as bad as she was doing to her slave "Worm." Lastly, she informed me that she had talked to my Mistress Ann, and had made plans to take a weeks vacation to visit her and Dr, Tom later that fall, then she added, slave Heather too. She added something about having Dr. Tom starting Worm on female hormones! Her last remark floored me! She sajd, "you probably did not realize this, but after I gave you that strapping, I had the most intense orgasm ever without even touching my pussy." It was so intense, that I really thought that I would ask you to stay, be my submissive maid, live with Worm and I , and help me train Worm. But, I knew that you were in love with Mistress Ann, and not want to stay with me. But if things do not work out with you and your Mistress, you always have a place to stay with me! I thanked Miss Barnes profusely but agreed that I did love Mistress Ann too much to consider her offer. We finished eating our lunch, said our goodbys (until her vacation to the west coast), hugged, and parted company. My thoughts we very mixed about having helped Miss Barnes entrap Worm into a painful (I was sure) life as her slave. After leaving the restaurant, I walked the block to my bank, cashed my paycheck, and closed my checking account. I decided that since I had the rest of the afternoon off, and that there were some really good fetish and Gothic shops in the area of Soho, I might as well indulge myself. I visited at least six shops, tried on dozens of tops, skirts, and and shoes, and purchased several items that were very sexy and some what revealing. One was an open nipple cup bra that would eventually allow my nipples to poke through the holes if and when I developed about another cup size or more. I could have bought more, but was afraid I did not have enough room in my luggage to cram any more in. It was starting to approach rush hour traffic when I finished shopping, so I grabbed a bus and return to my neighborhood. The bus stop was a half a block from a bar, and since I was tired and thirsty from the heat, I decided to stop for a drink. I had never been in this bar before, even though it was close to my apartment (3 blocks). I guess, I did not feel comfortable going into a "Red Neck" bar dressed feminine. But, I thought it was still a little early for the "blue collar" workers to be off work. And since I was dressed in a conservative business skirt and blouse with light weight jacket, that I should be safe. I hoofed it the half block to the bar, entered, and found a table off in the corner. I had heard that a lady never sits at the bar, unless she was wanting to be "picked up!" I waited for a few minutes for a waitress to take my order, but none showed up. I heard a Psst, and looked up to see the bartender motioning me to the bar. I arose as gracefully as possible in 4' Heels, and as gracefully as possible, so as not to attract too much attention, walked over to where the bartender was standing. He informed me that it was too early for them to have a waitress on duty, and that she was only there on Friday and Saturdays. He ended saying, "What will it be Miss?" I thought for a minute that I did not want to drink a beer from a bottle like most of the men I saw. Also, I though that the wine may be a generic non brand name and cheap. So, I got up the courage to say Martini... straight up...with a twist...and an olive. I swung around rather quickly just to see if anyone was listening to me, and realized that everyone was looking at me (there were only a fewmen in the bar this early). I became a little scared, being the only female (at least I hoped I looked the part) in the bar! I really wasn't able to see who or what was in the bar being blinded from the bright sun light and entering a rather dark room. The bartender served me my drink with a napkin under it and must have noticed my concern as he spoke up, don't worry lady, I will make sure you are safe in here. He said it with such conviction, that I was a little more relieved. Also, They seemed to be at least "house trained" since no one gave me a "cat whistle." I picked up my drink, and slowly eased myself back to my table without wiggling my ass as I usually do. Within the next several minutes, several more men entered the bar with a few more entering every so often. I took several sips from my drink, and eased back in my chair, looked around the room, and noticed that almost all of the men were watching me. I felt a little safe since no one had approached my table, yet! About that time a middle aged man went over to the "jukebox" and put some change in it, punched a couple of buttons, waited for the song to start, then started to sway and dance in place to the music. I new, that he was going to come over and ask me to dance. Sure enough several seconds later he headed in my direction, stopped in front of me and asked, "Would you like to dance young lady?" I couldn't help myself from grinning a little and thinking to myself, "Honey, I am no lady!" But, I thought better and felt I should at least act shy. "No thank you." I said just loud enough to be heard over the loud music. Then added, "I have been on my feet all day shopping, and they are killing me." Actually this was not a lie, as my feet were very tired. The bartender spoke up and yelled out, " Sam leave the lady alone." I had to admire his courage for at least attempting to approach me, but he was about as old as my father, balding, and had a pouch hanging out over his pants (no belt!). I also had to admire him for his gracefulness and style that he had swayed, then danced in place to the music. I suspect that if he had thought there would be a girl in the bar he might have at least dressed a little better. A few minutes later, two more men came into the bar started to go to a table, then saw me sitting on the other side of the room. They both stopped stared at me, then one nudged the other, and they both headed in my direction. They started to sit down at the next table from me while flashing big smiles at me. Before either was able to sit down, the bartender shouted over, "John, Bill, go back to your regular table and leave the lady alone!" Now, I began to relax, since I felt that the bartender was watching out for my safety and solitude. Several more men made a beeline over towards my table since the music was still playing, but the bartender was alert and order both of them by name," "Leave the lady alone." I was just about finished with my drink, and was nursing the last swallow, so I picked out the olive by the tooth pick and started to pop it in my mouth, but you know a true slut cannot do anything without a little flair...just by instinct. It just seem normal to tilt my head back hold the olive by the tooth pick, then lower it deep in my mouth and slowly pull it out again only to capture the olive by my front teeth . I crushed it with my teeth, chewed a little, then made a show of swallowing it. I slowly licked my lips and made a smacking sound with my lips. Several minutes later I noticed one man getting up, went to the bar, and started asking the bartender something. He shrugged his shoulders like saying, " I guess that would be alright." Then I noticed he was shaking up another martini, then poured it in a glass, added a twist of lemon, and two olives speared on a tooth pick. The man at the bar set several dollar bills on the bar, picked up the drink and headed my way. I had to think fast before he was able to hit on me. I thought of something, but he was there at my table, and very softly asked, "May I buy the lady a drink?" He set the glass down and started to walk away from my table. I was a little shocked that he did not hit on me, nor did he wait for a "Thank you" from me. It only took me a second to recover, realize that he was just being kind to me. I spoke up for all to hear, "Sir, I thank you profusely, what is your name!" He stopped, swung around, and made a gesture like "Who Me!" I retorted to his gesture, "Yes, you, what is your name?" He just stood there and stammered, "My name is Jim." I said, Well Jim, I thank you from the bottom of my heart," and blew him a kiss. I think I embarrassed him, because he just replied, "My pleasure Ma'am, and he kept on walking back to his table. I yelled out "Stop," Come back here." I really think I shocked him with that demand since he stopped, made another gesture like "Who me." "Yes, you," "I am not done with you yet!" He shuffled over to my table like a little boy in deep trouble with his mom. I waited until he was up close to my table, then stood up, and said, "What is your name?" He spoke up and said, "Jim". Well Jim, I am not through thanking you yet!" Since he was so close by now all I had to do was reach out grab his hand, pull him a little closer and say "I thank you again," as I leaned forward and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. I think I really embarrassed him, since all he could do was stammer, and say, "YYYYou are welcome," as he made a bee line back to his table. Later, I learned that he had lost the bet to buy and deliver that drink to me. I think I made a hero of him! It was at that time that I realized that This was my last night in this town, and probably my last time to be free to choose my sex partner(s). Having "broken the ice" so to say, I walked over the paunchy mature, balding man's table and said, "Do you still want to dance?" I thought he was going to break a leg getting up. The Jukebox had finished playing the last song, so I took his hand and lead him over to the music machine and said, "We need a little music don't we?" He quickly jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a quarter and asked, "What is your pleasure?" I responded, "What ever is your pleasure with a smile on my face." It only took him a minute to make a selection, then took my hand and led me to the open spot in the middle of the floor. He grabbed me around the waist and executed a very smooth spin ending in a little dip and proceeded to dance me around the floor for all to see. Now, he was a little "rusty," but I could tell that in his heyday, he probably swept the girls off their feet. I could tell by his smile he was having the time of his life...at least the later part of his life. When the music stopped, I took him by both of his hands and thanked him profusely. He surprised me by pulling me close enough for him to plant a kiss on my cheek, so I returned the favor, but caught him fully on his lips. I thought he was going swoon and fall to the floor since I must have surprised him so completely. I excused myself, by saying I needed a little more to drink. He escorted me back to my table and held my chair for me, then thanked me again. I took a couple of sips of my drink, and looked up to see a line of about six men coming over to my table. I suspected they all wanted to ask me for a dance. I stood up, selected the oldest of the six, since I figure he was about sixty, well groomed, and probably the safest of the bunch. I grabbed him by the hand and led him back to the music machine, then waited for him to make a selection. As I suspected a slower paced song, then danced me out to the open spot on the floor. Frankly he was a very good dancer and I no trouble even with 4 inch heels keeping up with him. As I was dancing with him he kept me moving around so that I was able to see what was going on around me. I saw two men ordering martinis, and knew that they weren't for their consumption since it was obvious, this was a beer drinking crowd! After the dance was over, my partner started to guide me to my table, but I pulled him with me over to the bar, and told the bar tender "Please, no more drinks for me" By the time I got back to my table, there were two men with martinis in their hands offering them to me. I motioned them to set them down on the table, they did, and just stood there expecting me to thank them and have them sit with me. I did thanked them but said, I need to visit the ladies room right now, and turned and swiftly walked off with my ass swaying like old times. I suspect that walk settled any question as to what I was, and what I needed! I no sooner got back to my table when a middle aged woman came into the bar and waved hello to quite a few of the men and headed toward the bar. Fortunately, she had to pass close to my table, so I was able to get a closer look at her. She was a good twenty years older than I, but though a few pounds heavier, she still had a youthful figure which she was showing off by wearing a flimsy knit tank top that exposed her naked naval and that she was not wearing a bra! I quickly motioned her over to my table as I stood up and offered my hand to shake as she approached me. "Honey, my name is Heather, and I could not help but to admire your trim tummy" (that was a blatant lie about her tummy, but it did open the door for what was to follow). She thanked me and told me her name was Edith. I continued by saying, I really think you should consider getting a navel piercing like mine. I then pulled my blouse from my skirt waist band, unbuttoned the lowest three buttons to expose my naval piercing. She gasped and said, That is wild, are those real diamonds?" I lied, no, they are zirconium, but they look real, don't they?" She leaned closer for a better look and commented just how sexy the navel jewelry looked on me. I told her that if she really wanted to look sexy, that this was the "in thing." She sat down and we chatted for a few minutes, and I asked her, who are the best single lovers here in the bar. She confided in me that most were married, and several were lousy lovers, "You know, minute men... those that take only sixty seconds to "get off and get up and go!" I explained to her that I was not looking for a lasting relationship, since I was flying out tomorrow for good, as I was only looking for a "one night stand." Therefore I would not be any competition to her and her other girl friends. She looked around the room, seeing who was in the bar, and described several of the single men that she thought, or heard were acceptable lovers. One was the shy gentleman named Jim. I asked, "Only two out of all these men?" "Well, there is, but I have my eye on him! "You mean for tonight?" I queried. She responded, "No, not tonight, since I have the children tonight, but hope fully for tomorrow night." I thought to myself, "Honey after I get done with him, he will throw rocks at you! I prodded her to tell me who the third man was. She pointed out the shy man that was the first one I had kissed that night! Her choice of Jim did not surprise me any as Jim was too shy to probably be bold enough to go after a nicer, more fit and attractive woman. Edith excused herself and headed for the bar. I took a pen out of my purse, and wrote my address and apartment number three times, on a sheet of note paper then tore each one into a single strip. I slipped over to the first male, and asked him to dance. We willingly obliged me, and while dancing, I slipped the strip of paper into his pocket and said, "If you want a good time tonight, come up to my apartment in about one hour! It is only 3 ? blocks away. Don't be surprised if another "friend of your shows" up since I like a threesome or more-some." "He said sounds like fun to me, count me in." I repeated the offer to the other two, and received similar responses. During my three dances, I was able to swirl around many time showing off my naval jewelery, and as each man realized what it was, obviously gasped in surprise that this shy girl was able to "Let it all hang out." I grabbed my purse, went to the bar, and thanked the bartender for keeping an eye out for my safety. I assured him that I only came in for one drink, but felt so comfortable with his clientele that I just had to stay and "heat things up" a bit. He told me no apologizes needed since this place hasn't been this wild for many months. He hollered to me as I headed for the door, "Have fun tonight sweetie! I almost turned a to give him an invitation, but thought better of it. I hoofed it the almost 4 blocks to my apartment, and arrived their about 7 pm, but I had to sit a few minutes to rest and calm down. Then, I changed my cloths into something more comfortable, provocative, and sexy. I slipped on a pair of form fitting, but full coverage panties, short shorts, and a knit halter top that barely covered my tits. I poured myself a glass of wine since the walk home had sobered me up a little. I felt that a little more alcohol would help me relax and keep me in the mood for servicing those three men tonight. Sure enough within a half an hour, the first one showed up with a loud knock at the door. I jumped up to answer the door. I ushered him in, and allowed him to "check me out." He stepped in, gave me the "once Over" with his eyes, and exclaimed "Honey, you are one hot dame!" I thanked him, and escorted him over to my couch, and said, "Why don't you sit down and rest a few minutes after that long walk from the bar." He thanked me and plopped down on my couch. We made small talk for a few minutes, as I was waiting for at least another one to show up. After about fifteen minutes, I gave up thinking they both "chickened out." Fortunately, he spoke up first and said, "Lets get this party started! I said, "OK, What is your pleasure!" "Gee, do you give head?" he asked. "Honey, what ever "floats your boat" I responded. "In fact, I just happen to be very expert at sucking cock," I added. "Oh, so you think so, he said in a doubting tone. I responded, "I have never had any complaints, in fact I get a lot of compliments on my technique!" He stood up and unbuckled his pants, pulled down his shorts and pants at the same time, and challenged me to "get at it." Since he was standing in the middle of the room, I had to get up from the couch, move closer to him, drop to my knees, and stare up into his eyes. I think my eagerness to get at it surprised him a little. While staring into his eyes, I said, "Well lets see the equipment you have brought me," as I pulled his cock straight up so that I could examine it. I just wanted to belittle him a little, so I Mumbled, "Oh I have seen and tasted much bigger!" The fact was, he was well hung, with about a 91/2 inch cock and with and equally sizable diameter when he reached full erection. That happened just before I had his cock almost to the gagging point. Again, I really enjoyed feeling his cock swell up in my mouth. So, I swallowed as I slid my mouth deeper onto his cock and finally touched my nose against his groin. I held it there for at least a full minute or more and withdrew only when I had to get a deep breath. As I was pulling off a little, he exclaimed, "My GOD, you had that all the way in your mouth!" Little did he know, it was partially down my throat too! It was only a second later that the doorbell rang, and I slid his cock out of my mouth, and said, "That must be another cock for me to service." "Don't move, I will be right back." Sure enough, it was Jim the shy one from the bar. I ushered him in the door, and told him to take a seat and I would be with him in a minute. I almost said, This will only take a minute." But I thought better since I did not want to humiliate him any more than I had already. I returned back down on my knees, crawled the last few inches back to his cock, which had lost some of its size by now. I thought, "Great, I can enjoy the feeling of his cock growing in my mouth again!" I started over again, and slowed up sliding his cock into my mouth, so I could savor the thrill of a cock swelling up in my mouth!Another several thrust down on his cock, I slide it back enough for me to breath, and stroke my tongue up and down his cock and wiggled it from side to side to stimulate him even more. Needless to say it he only lasted another few minutes before I felt his cock start to throb. So I pulled back enough so this his sperm trickled onto my tongue and seep down my throat. I pulled off of his cock all the while sucking to drain the last of his load into my mouth. He staggered back a couple of steps, ( I thought he was going to trip and fall since his pants were still down around his ankles), but he regained his balance. As he pulled up his pants, he exclaimed, "That was the most fantastic sex I have ever experienced!" As he was buckling up his pants, he said, "When can we do it again?" I lied, "Watch for me at the bar, then we can make another date." He thanked me profusely, as he headed out the door. I walked back over to the couch, and sat next to Jim, and started stroking his inner thighs, until he started spreading has legs. Then I stroke his cock through his pants, until he started to breath heavily. "Now Jim," I asked, "What can I do for you tonight?"He spoke up and told me, "I don't think I would last very long getting a Blow Job, so I probably would last longer if we fucked." I responded, "Then a fucking it will be for you tonight honey." But I think I must tell you that I have muscles down there that can squeeze your member so tight that you can't help from cumming!" He begged, Please not too soon, let me enjoy the feeling for a a while, I want it to last. Then he said, that he doesn't have many opportunities to have sex, and Edith was far from a virgin, and "well used down there." I smiled at that remark, since I felt that Edith had had her share of cock if she visited that bar very often. I got up off of the couch, grabbed Jim's hand and pulled him into my bedroom. I went to the head of my bed, and picked up two pillows, carried them to the foot of the bed, stacking them up so that my ass would be at the proper height for Jim to penetrate me easily. I told Jim to undress while I went to tinkle. He was really tearing off his clothes before I was able to leave the room. In the bathroom, I did tinkle a little, but thought that I should "play it safe, and "lub up" a little. I took off my outer short pants, pulled down my panties. I took the K-Y tube with the nozzle attached and squirted in a generous amount. I returned to the bedroom, and discreetly pulled down the back of my panties, leaving the front to cover my penis, then jumped up on top of the pillows, laid back and spread my legs in a wide V. Jim had been standing there naked as a Jay bird, stroking his member to get it hard, and gasped when he saw my pert little breast with the nipple pierced. The first thing he said when he saw the nipples was "Does that hurt?" I responded, "Not now, honey, but it did when they were first pierced!" "Oh," was all he said., while still stroking his cock He started to move closer to my ass, when he stopped and whispered,"Oh my gosh, you have a cock!" I did not realize the I had "UN-tucked" for penetration, and that there was a little bulge in front of my groin. I replied to his startled exclamation, Yes, I do, does that make a difference?" "I told you that I had muscles down there that can squeeze your cock and drive you wild." "Honey, do you want the fuck of your life, or go home with "Blue Balls!" No one will know except you and me." He thought about what I had said, and decided that he wanted to fuck too badly to care. I think he was about to line up his cock for penetration, when the doorbell rang. I glanced over to the clock on my night stand and realized that it had been an hour since I had given the last man, Paul, my address. I jumped up, pulled my panties back up, and headed for the door. Sure enough it was Paul, with a "shit eating" grin on his face. "Hi honey, I am ready, are you?" I responded, "I have been ready all night sweety." "Come on in, and get undressed." I could tell, he was ready a few second after he came in and saw me almost naked, just by the bulge in his pants. I explained to him that Jim was still here and was just about to fuck me when he rang the door bell. "You know, I would love for Jim to fuck me while I give you a fantastic Blow Job!" "Does that sound kinky?" Paul thought for a minute, and replied, "Hell Yes, I love kinky!" I told him to undress and leave his clothes on the couch. I never say a man remove his clothes so fast, and when pulled down underpants, his cock popped up at least half erect, which I supposed was because I was almost totally naked. I grabbed him by his cock and pulled him into the bedroom. I positioned him at the head of my bed, climbed up between his legs and aimed my ass over the edge of the bed, and asked Jim, "Can you reach my ass?" He responded, "Your ass is just the perfect height" "Good," I responded, "do me now!" Jim slowly slid his cock slowly into me as I moved my mouth onto Paul's cock. Unfortunately, or fortunately for me, Paul's cock had receded somewhat, and I thought, "Perfect, now I can savor the feeling of another cock expanding in my mouth!" As I opened my mouth to engulf Paul's cock, Jim penetrated my tight little ass slowly and eased it in. As I slipped my mouth down onto Paul's cock, he his cock sprung to life and I moaned at the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. I felt like I was in heaven being fucked in the ass, and having a big cocking into my mouth...I almost came in my panties! I started my usual technique of sucking while pulling back off of Paul's cock, then drive my head back down, then slowly pull up while I caressed his shaft with my tongue. Paul must have a piece of ass within the last day or so, since he did not "shoot his wad" too soon. I slowed down a little with my oral ministrations so that I could relish the feeling of a cock in both my orifices giving me great pleasure knowing that I was serving two cocks at once! Unfortunately, these wild sexual pleasures never last forever, so within twelve to fifteen minutes (my how time flies when one is having so much fun!) First, Paul shot his load deep in my mouth almost chocking me before I was able to withdraw my mouth a little and then savored the taste by closing my mouth as soon as he pulled out. I let his cum roll around my mouth and tasted the salty and pungent flavor of his male sperm. Now, I was able to concentrate on what was in my ass, and started to squeeze in and out rapidly. Within a few seconds, Jim moaned, "Oh shit, I'm coming now. Jim had really timed his orgasm perfectly, as I felt his cock pulsate and throb in my boy pussy. The erotic feeling of his cum spurting deep up in me caused me to cum in my panties. I was so exhausted, all I could do was lay there panting, and told them both to get dressed and go home. I checked the clock and saw it was only ten PM, then suspected they went back to the bar and bragged to the remaining men what a hot sexpot I was. That was fine with me since I would not be "hanging around" after tomorrow morning to face their efforts to try and "pick me up." I took a quick shower, emptied out the last of the food in my fridge, and had a hearty meal before going to bed, knowing that Jake would be arriving at 6:30 AM to take away my furniture. I got up at six AM, dressed in my traveling clothes, and put on fresh make up, albeit a little heavier than a girl my age should be wearing while traveling, but not like the slut I was the night before.