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"Oh my god," Katja blurted out as we all sat around watching TV. "Go get your journal, I almost forgot about that."
Embarrassingly, I had to get up, between Sam and Brennan and get my "slut diary."
She, of course, made me read it in front of all of them.
"Um, let's see. I wrote down all the times I've sucked you guys, and other stuff I've done," I said with a blush, motioning towards the two of them.
"And how many is it now?" she asked with sugary sweetness. "It's been about three months now."
"Um....let's see....Sam..." as I counted the stars, 3 times, ma'am, since I started keeping track, anyway, you are aware it was quite a few times before you "caught" us, I said, red faced. "It's kind of ended though, he says he's having trouble imagining I'm anything but his straight cousin."
"Understandable. You ARE gay after all," she said with a grin towards Sam.
"Pick one memorable time and describe it using your notes."
"Ok...um...remember that time the black delivery guy got to see my tits naked?"
They all nodded. "Well for SOME reason he kind of turned Sam on...sooooo, I sucked him off in his room right after, he kept calling me, "Brad," the whole time."
They all laughed as Sam's face got red.
"And Brennan?"
"One, two......four...um, six. That's all you've allowed, Miss Katja," I said, sort of jabbing her unknowingly.
"Fuck, that's....fantastic," she grinned proudly. "It makes sense with Brennan though, you keep him horny, now that I make you prance around half, or totally naked. What's the most memorable time with him?"
"They all are," I joked before continuing. "Okay, my favorite...well, my most embarrassing or humiliating, which seems to make it my favorite, is that time at breakfast when you made me just slide under the table and suck him off, while you two discussed the weather or something. SO humiliating."
"As it should be. What about the others?"
"Well, that's only been recently, so two other guys, and Eva, of course. Oh, fuck, I forgot, and Fabian once, and for the last time."
It was eye opening and stark to actually realize and count the numbers for real. Three months ago I'd never sucked anyone to completion, now....I was becoming a "mouth whore." It made me twinge just to realize how active I'd actually been. It had been easy to deny and rationalize without actually seeing the totals in print.
"Which one of the guys do you have the most notes on?" she inquired to my embarrassment. She was pointing out how much I enjoyed it, since I'd taken the most time describing it.
"Uh....Kurt."
"The arrogant college guy?" She smirked.
"Yessss," I said, noticing my own wetness building.
"Why?"
"Because, by that second time...he knew what to expect. Remember the first time? He was the first one you made me show my tits to. He was the one that lingered, didn't even ask to touch them, then twisted my nipples lewdly before leaving me all hot and bothered? Well, knowing that, and knowing that his smug attitude would be even worse the second time, we knew what would happen. Not to mention the "outfit" you chose. I mean, I knew there was no doubt he knew he'd be getting the "treatment" from me. And god, his cock was thick, I could really only get his head in my mouth. But it was so soft, so smooth, while at the same time his shaft was so hard. I love the way he treated me, too, like I was just there for his pleasure, which I was. He treated me like a toy. He knew what I was doing, what I was there for and he took full advantage of it. Then, he told me I'd beg for it again."
"And you want it again, don't you?"
I nodded with embarrassment.
"I'll keep him on "the list," she joked.
She wasn't kidding about expanding my horizons from house slut to the rest of the world. I'll never forget us eating at Applebee's, for gosh sakes. She made me wear one of my more revealing tops which opened up quite a bit in the front. The waiter kept looking down my top, barely lifting his eyes when we ordered. Katja kept kicking me under the table if I moved in any way which blocked his view. I'm sure he would be able to draw them from scratch, he saw them so clearly.
The place was basically dead, it was just us and a couple of older guys at the bar across from us, who were also enjoying whatever view they got as well. I could see Dean, the waiter, stumbling over his words as we got ready to pay the bill. It was obvious he wanted to talk more to me, probably ask me out, get my number. But, with Sam sitting next to me he probably thought we were a couple.
Katja noticed this and said, "Dean, can you believe this sexy girl is still single?" and watched my face redden.
"Really? Wow," he said. He took our check and went to the back.
Katja, Sam and Brennan all got up and walked out, leaving me alone for when he returned. She'd given me her "advice" before she left. I knew better than to cross her, that woman knows how to use a belt!
He came back and saw I was alone. He chatted me up about the most boring things, all no doubt leading to some uncomfortable, nervous, "can I get your number?" discussion.
I stopped him. "Is there some place...you know....where we can go?"
"What? Why?" he asked fearfully, wondering if the bill was wrong or if he was in trouble.