Note: This is a long story of how I turned an ordinary girl into the brazen, aggressively bi-sexual slut that every man dreams of having for their own. It takes place in 1998, and is 100% true. NO fiction here!
I have put a "poor man's copyright" on this story, so please do not use it without permission.
This chapter has a lot of background information, but I promise that all of it is relevant.
I was 21 years old and working in a direct sales firm. School had just gotten out, and the company hired a number of girls who had just graduated high school. The sales staff were all males in their early 20's, were told in no uncertain terms that the telemarketers were "off limits".
That was a damn shame, as many of the girls were quite attractive. One of them was named Kathy. She was pretty, having dark, shoulder length hair and exceptionally large breasts. She dressed conservatively- one might say "cheaply". Much of her wardrobe looked as if it came from low-rent department stores, and she sometimes wore the same thing more than once a week.
Kathy would stare at me every time I was within eyeshot, and let so many people in the office know that she thought I was "hot" that it got back to me several times. One time I returned to the office after getting out of a lead early, and she was near the exit with my boss and another girl. Mind you, we had never spoken before. Since the place was closing, I asked my boss if he wanted to go out and grab a beer. Kathy cut in, saying she was amazed that "someone like me" couldn't find a date, all while giving me an alluring look.
Still, since I wanted to keep my job, I resisted her advances.
Fate stepped in- a friend of mine worked in a factory, and the company was looking for a new person to head their sales staff. I applied for the job, figuring I had no chance for the position since I was only 21. But after convincing the interviewer that I was the right person for the job- that's what sales is all about- I got the job and gave proper notice to my current employer.
The company I was working for was fairly small, and they were nice enough to give me a going away party on my last day. We hung out at the office saying our goodbyes until 10:00, then I went to my car.
Kathy was waiting there for me.
I said hello, and she started crying. She said that she couldn't believe we'd never see each other again, and embraced me, crying on my chest. She then started to rub my back and press against me, occasionally letting out moans of arousal.
Mind you, I'd had my share of girls in the past, but I'd never quite had a woman throw herself at me this way. I decided that, for once, I wasn't just going to be grateful that a girl was willing to have sex with me, as I had in the past. I was going to take full advantage of this situation. I asked Kathy to get in my car, and her eyes lit up.
I started the car and drove behind the building. I stopped, parked, and looked Kathy directly in the eye. What I would have done in the past is kissed her for a while, then eventually caressed her breast, her ass, etc and gradually built toward intercourse.
Not this time. I boldly pulled up my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and dropped my trousers to my knees, all while looking right at her. Her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in surprise.
I held my seven-inch cock in my hand. "Show me if you know what to do with this", I commanded. Kathy leaned right over and started sucking for all she was worth. After about five minutes I left my load building up. I told Kathy that I was about to come, and that she was to swallow every drop. She did.
I offered Kathy a ride home and learned some things about her on the way- mind you, up until this point she was still a complete stranger. She didn't have a car, and walked over a mile to work five days a week. She still lived with her mother and two younger sisters. She'd been in a relationship with the same guy since she was fifteen, and was engaged before he broke it off right after they graduated. She said he'd been the only guy she'd ever slept with.
We got to her house, I took her phone number and matter-of-factly told her that she'd soon be up to number two.
Kathy lived about 20 miles from my apartment, and I picked her up a couple of times a week for sex. I was disappointed- she was fairly dull and stationary in bed. She didn't have orgasms- she just kind of "went along". I also found out that she was a bit whiny and argumentative. She complained that we didn't go on enough "real dates", and they we didn't go out on Saturday nights like a "real couple" (since I was dating other women on Saturdays, of course). She suddenly became reluctant to give me a blow job, and told me that anal sex was out of the question. She said that the thought of getting tit-fucked was "gross".
I finally got fed up, and stopped calling her. She then started leaving messages on my answering machine every day, up to three times a day, sounding more and more frantic with each call, sometimes crying. I didn't care- she had her chance and she blew it.
I returned from work one night and Kathy was waiting for me outside my apartment building. She said she'd spent all of her money getting a cab ride there, and asked why I hadn't returned her calls.
The "old" me would have made up a lame excuse about "being busy" or something. But instead I flat-out told her that she was a nice enough person, but wasn't worth the trouble in a relationship. I offered her money for a cab home, and wished her well. She was shocked that I wouldn't give her a ride home, and started crying. But I didn't feel like dealing with her in a car for a half hour ride.
Kathy then fell to her knees and started begging me to reconsider. She said that for months she dreamed of having a relationship with me, and said she'd do anything for a second chance. Frankly, the sight of her on her knees begging on the asphalt of my apartment complex parking lot rekindled my interest, and I invited her up to my place.
