******All characters are over 18. Just a heads up though. There is some ass to mouth action at the end of the story. So if you do not like that, this may not be the story for you. I welcome comments (even if anonymous), feedback, and story requests******
I grew up a very attractive girl. I kept my brown hair about chin length and have what I consider to be a wonderful smile. My tummy is not a fit as some but I keep it trim enough for my taste. My legs are long, firm yet slightly larger than most girls. I have a nice bottom that is well rounded from the only exercise I ever did as a kid -- weightless squats.
While I consider my best attribute to be my smile the men and women I have been with seem to think otherwise. I was born with a very sizable chest that has yet to fade as I approach my mid 20's. What makes me happiest is that my breasts have kept their circular shape and continue to sit high on my chest. I will keep my cup size to myself but suffice it to say I was a 32EE in 10th grade and had grown a cup size by 11th grade.
Now, one would think I would have been a very popular girl in High School with my breasts pouring off my chest. This was not the case for there is one other thing about me, which I have neglected to mention. I am deaf. My parents were ashamed of my deafness and more or less kept me shut away. My mother home schooled me and I spent most of my life squirreled away in my bedroom.
If it had not been for my brother, Jake, I would have had no friends in my life before the age of 16. My parents had a 'normal' son a year after me and they turned most of their attention to him. He was wonderful to me and was the only one in my family, other than I, who has learned American Sign Language fluently. My parents expended most of their energy on him and left me alone except for my daily reading lessons and whatnot.
When I was 18 my parents bought me a computer and that is where I have spent much of my life. There were three things that intrigued me most about the various computers I have owned. The first was programming. Being a bit of a deaf shut-in, I need some mental release and that is where I got it. Later I was able to turn this hobby into a career. It is the perfect for me since all the communication can be done with the written word.
The other was the internet. It opened so many doors to me and allowed me to 'chat' just like a normal girl. I learned what people were truly like and was finally able to tell people my true emotions.
The third came from the internet and is really what brought me here today. The unlimited supply of porn. I'll never forget the first time I was surfing the web and typed in the wrong keyword. One click and I was changed forever. By day I would do my reading for my mom and putzing around with my latest program; but once everyone was asleep I would get lost in a world of the nastiest porn I could find.
Eventually I purchased a vibrator and a dildo. I became addicted. I would stay up until three in the morning googling, "monster cocks", "anal with huge facials " and "dirty sluts". I could not get enough. To this day, I spend an hour or two every day pleasuring myself to all different kinds of porn.
I was never very picky early on and just looked at what ever turned me on. I guess that turned me into a girl with more kinks than friends. Some of my kinks are less needy than others but one stands out as the master. After the first time shoving a dildo in my butt, I knew I was hooked. I love to try all sorts of things, but when I am super horny, my butt is going to need a lot of attention.
This coupled with my fear of getting pregnant brings me to my first sexual encounter. I knew being 18 and having 32GG's, was going to make me a hot target, so I could afford to be picky. I wanted to be extra careful. I decided to use craigslist for my coming out party and wanted to be sure to find the right guy. I said my name was Belle, posted a pic without a face, and let everyone know that I was deaf and need special attention. I also noted that I would be dictating the terms of our encounter.
I went to bed and woke up to an overflowing inbox. I quickly closed my post, sure that there must be someone of interest already waiting in my inbox. The first fifty or so emails came from someone who was illiterate, disgusting, or just sent me a picture of their erection. After a few hours of sorting through them I settled on about 10 that seemed to qualify. I sent them all a reply email and asked them to send a full pic, with head, and to describe some of their own kinks. I also said I wanted a full name, a phone number, and some more proof of id, if possible.
Only one person responded within the guidelines , Brian. He sent me his phone number a very sexy pic. He said he was 23 and was in college. He was in great shape, and had a killer smile. He sent me his Friendster profile, which was the first time I had heard of social networking sites. I perused through his profile and decided to get my brother to call him.
I waited till the next morning when my brother was getting ready for school. I told him to call the phone and ask whoever answered if he was Brian. If yes, ask him to answer yes or no to the question of if he wants to meet up with Belle. Whatever his answer, hang up the phone immediately. I told him that I would make it worth his while, and he agreed.
Jake called and Brian finally answered. Jake stayed on script and hung up the phone quickly. He said Brian had answered yes to both questions. I was very excited. I ran downstairs and emailed Brian, telling him that I would meet him at his house at noon on Saturday. I told him I needed directions. Gathering some courage, I told him not jack off until then, and that it was ok if he blew his first load early, we were going keep going after that. Five minutes later I got his reply with directions.
The rest of the week took forever. By Wednesday I decided I should practice as much as I could. I practiced blowing my dildo. I had been doing this for a while now, and I felt like I was better at repressing my gag reflex than most porn stars I watched. I went and bought a bus ticket on Friday afternoon and wrote Brian a note of directions later that night.
On the bus Saturday morning, I read over the note. I was going over in my head which kinks I wanted to act on today. I underlined the phrase on the note, that said when I want something I will point. I decided that I would fulfill one of his kinks first, since it was one we had in common. I got out near his apartment. I realized I needed to be buzzed in but I did not want him to do it. I pressed many of the buttons, careful to avoid #309. I pulled on the door a few times and eventually I was let in.
