Chapter One: Introductions
For as long as I can remember, I have always liked cocks. It started on my eighteenth birthday when I caught my older sister April bobbing her head up and down in the back of her boyfriend's car.
I didn't see anything other than her head going up and down repeatedly because the moment I started getting closer, she spotted me and shooed me away.
April is eight years older than me, and between her and my older brother Clive, they raised me. My parents died in a car accident when I was nine. Clive had to step up and be the so-called man of the house at twenty-two.
The two of them raised me to be different than they were. They always told me our parents were reckless and parented by the seat of their pants.
It was why Clive dropped out of high school, and April had so many after-school activities. Neither of them wanted to be around our parents.
I learned quickly that my parents died the way they lived, doing things they weren't supposed to, namely drinking and driving. A tree stopped them both from doing that ever again.
Once I graduated, and they saw that I was who I was, I never heard from them again. Clive took off with his wife, and April was April. She thought she was better than everyone.
As for me, let's just say that night on my eighteenth played a massive part in my development.
"Don't stop," Matthew said.
I nodded my head with his cock in my mouth.
"No dear, not you," Matthew said to his wife on the phone.
Matthew was the car dealership owner or the so-called guy in charge of this place. I had come in to trade my car for a newer one, and Matthew was trying to take me for all I was worth, and I wasn't about to let that happen.
So, when I finished with the small fish and was called into Matthew's office, I did what came naturally to me, and here I was on my knees, with Matthew's cock in my mouth.
I bobbed my head back and forth, filling my mouth with his cock, ensuring I got all of it down my throat and never taking my eyes off him.
"Fucking, Christ," Matthew said as I deepthroated his six-inch cock. "No dear, sorry I am listening," he said.
No, he wasn't. He was watching a blonde-headed bimbo suck his cock like it was the last one on the planet. Just as he was about to cum, I stopped.
"What?" Matthew said, stunned as I sat back on my heels.
I picked up the paper with the deal on it and shook my head.
"Babe, I have to go," Matthew said as he hung up the phone and stared at me. "I can't, it's the bank."
"Then I can't finish," I shook my head.
Matthew's cock throbbed in front of me as I started to stand.
"Fucking bitch," Matthew said.
He grabbed the piece of paper, and his hands went crazy over the keyboard as he shook his head at me.
"Best I can do," he said as I looked at the monitor.
"I guess, I can finish you with my hand," I shrugged.
"Your hand!" Matthew yelled.
"Best I can do," I shrugged.
Matthew shook his head again. His fingers danced across the keyboard again, and he clicked a few more things.
"Final offer, and you're raping me at this point," Matthew said.
I looked it all over and nodded.
"Then fucking finish!" Matthew said as he picked up his phone again. "Yes, honey what were you saying?" he said as he started talking to his wife.
I smiled and continued doing what I did best.
Matthew held my head down a few seconds later as he came. I watched as he grunted and pushed his hips upward.
I left the dealership with a brand-new corvette, with all the bells and whistles, for a monthly payment that was less than my last corvette. I smiled and waved at Matthew as I got into my canary yellow car.
Matthew gave me the finger.
"Men," I said, shaking my head as I sped away.
I wasn't headstrong like Clive, who, when he put his mind to something, could do it. I wasn't book smart like April, who was a high-profile female business owner. No, I was like my parents, I knew what I was good at, and that was getting the best out of a situation.
After my nineteenth birthday party at my house, I left my house by going out my bedroom window and went to where all the guys from the football team hung out.
What happened that night set me up for life. The way to a man's heart was through food and love, but to get a man to do what I wanted, I had to go much lower.
Matthew didn't want to give me the deal, but I caught him staring at my fake boobs and my lips, and when I saw a picture of his skinny, flat-chested wife on his desk, the rest was easy to put together.
Now I was driving the car I wanted, for the price I wanted, and he got his fantasy fulfilled, getting a blow job at work while talking to his wife, a win for the both of us.
"You are running late," Jeff said as I called him.
"No, I am not," I said. "Heading for the airport now."
"Are you speeding?" Jeff asked.
"No," I lied.
I lived life to the fullest. I had just turned thirty and made more money than my sister and brother. Sure, some would call me a slut, a whore, and whatever they called sex workers, but I had an online following that rivaled any porn actress and made more than most people that worked the nine to five daily grind.
"You're lying," Jeff said.
"Then why did you ask?" I said as I pulled into the airport car park.
"A new one?" Jeff said, standing a few feet away.
Jeff knew me like the back of my hand. He knew I liked parking on the top level of the parking garage and already had everything ready for me.
"What?" I said as I got out of my car.
"What was wrong with the other one?" Jeff asked.
"It was a year old," I said.
