I needed a job. Not for the money, I had enough that I would never be in want, but I needed a purpose in life besides occupying one of the three billion positions of a citizen of the world.
I had experience as a secretary, so that's how I now found myself sitting in the Canadian Embassy in Washington D.C. looking at a job application form. I had already filled in much of the normal information and I had come to the section entitled 'experience.' but my mind was having fun at my expense.
As I looked out the window, I had an unobstructed view of the U.S. Capitol. The Canadian Embassy is the first building on Pennsylvania Avenue outside of the Capitol grounds and I was here because, as a Canadian National, I didn't need a 'green card' to work in the Embassy of my own country.
My mind was urging me to write in this section... 'oral slut.' While it was true, I hesitated to write that on the form in front of me. Of course, I did remember that for two hours the previous evening, I had gone alone to a place called The Freyja Club on P Street in Georgetown. While there, I had disrobed, and like every other woman, entered the club completely naked.
The Freyja Club has a very exclusive clientele, and how I came to be a member, I will discuss later. In any event, I soon found myself in a large room, where eight other women plus myself sat in chairs and sucked the cocks of some male members while others watched from the side.
I generally do this twice a week and last night, I sucked five men to completion one after the other; each ejaculating their delicious semen into my welcoming mouth. Most of them I have had an oral relationship with for some time, and I was beginning to be able to identify individuals by the differences in the flavor of their cum. I did welcome one 'newbie,' and I enjoyed the variety that he provided.
One day a week, I reserve myself for my female friends at the club. My mouth salivates for wet pussies as much as for hard cocks and I will joyfully press my mouth against their moist slits and tongue their throbbing clits until I taste their unique orgasmic spendings.
Exactly why I thirst for the opportunity to bury my face into the genitals of both sexes is somewhat of a mystery, even to me. But I do, and I have lost any shame about my fetish if I ever had any.
It was my friend Barry who was responsible for introducing me to the 'oral arts.' We were classmates at Laval University in my hometown of Quebec City. Canada. Barry was more of a friend than a 'boyfriend,' but we talked often and openly about all kinds of subjects, including sex.
One day, I admitted my girlish ignorance of the male body in general and men's genitals in particular. Some of my girlfriends had told me about 'blowjobs,' and I had all kinds of questions about that. Barry tried to answer some of them, but we both soon realized that words alone would not suffice. A demonstration would be necessary. It took place in his dormitory room the next day. We were sitting on his bed when he began.
"You know I feel a special bond with you," he said. And with that, he brought my right hand to rest on his groin. The bulge in Barry's pants was obvious even in the dim light.
He said, "What do you feel?"
I responded, "I feel your dick, of course, silly. It feels bigger than I expected." Barry put his hand over mine and when he pressed down, I felt his cock jump in the palm of my hand. "Go ahead, open my pants," he said.
I hesitated for a moment, then started undoing Barry's belt. I soon had that undone and the fly down and he lifted his rear so he could pull his pants down. His boxers still hid his penis from my view and I reached to remove them as well.
"Wait," Barry said. "Play with it a little first." I looked up at him and then grasped what looked like a log running down one pant leg of the boxers. I squeezed it lightly and thought I felt it pulse and when I squeezed a few more times I could feel it growing harder and longer in my hand.
Barry glanced at my hand and then he said, "Okay, pull it out through the fly." I tried, but the slit turned out to be too small to permit my hand filled with his cock to pull it through, so I just reached into his waistband and revealed it that way.
Other than pictures, and one time I had seen my father's when he was taking a shower, Barry's was the first male penis that I'd ever seen, and it was only a few inches away from my face. The head was the size of a plum and I noticed the little piss hole in the end. The shaft was nearly the size of my wrist and I could tell that he still was not completely erect.
"My God Barry," I'm sure I gasped. "It is so big! Do you mean to tell me you're able to fit this inside a girl's pussy. I just can't imagine that," I said. Truthfully, having felt the pain of inserting just my small finger, the prospect of Barry's hard member penetrating me there, I found terrifying.
"Well, we'll be leaving that maybe until sometime later, so don't worry about that now, just
take it in your hand and rub the head lightly," he said.
I did as he told me and I could feel it grow a little more. "Okay," Barry said. "This is important, you see the head? The underside of the head is very sensitive. It is where a lot of nerve endings come together. Rubbing lightly on this area is like rubbing your clitoris. Licking it is even better. See the ridge around the head? That's also sensitive. Rubbing the shaft up and down feels good and it's how you make me cum."
I started doing what Barry had instructed, and sure enough, his cock responded, and within a few minutes Barry was fully hard. His shaft had grown a bit more but had thickened too.
"Wow, I cannot believe how big you are Barry. It's gotten so stiff. My God, I've never done anything like this. It's so cool," I said.
The waistband of his boxers still pressed against Barry's balls and he told me that it was uncomfortable, so I reached and as he lifted his hips I drew them down to his knees. With his genitals now totally exposed, I leaned back to gaze at Barry's cock and now bared testicles and felt something that felt like a pulse of pleasure emanating from my clit. Was I becoming sexually aroused by this exploration?
I tentatively reached and slid my hand beneath Barry's ball sack and pressed upward to hold what felt like two small eggs in the palm of my hand. I noticed that he had some light hair on his scrotum and his sparse pubic hair was the identical sandy brown that crowned his head. I was aware that I was staring, but I was in awe of the display of raw masculinity that hung directly in front of my face. My trance was broken when Barry, who had been watching my reaction, finally spoke. "You can feel them," he said.
I took the nuts in my hand and very lightly rolled them between my fingers, feeling how they slid around inside the sack. I was trying to be gentle as I played and by Barry's moan, it appeared that it was giving him pleasure to feel my touch there. "How does it feel to you," he asked.
"Your balls feel so different. They're so soft and I can feel them slipping between my fingers, and the sack feels soft too. Your balls hold your sperm, right?" I asked, even though I knew the answer, and as I said that I noticed something; "Barry, there's a drop leaking out of your pee hole. Are you coming?" I asked naively.
Barry chuckled and explained that it was a drop of pre-cum and that every man releases some as he becomes aroused. It's a lubricant that nature produces to ease the entry of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina. Barry suggested that I should lean down and lick the head of his cock and taste it.
I had to look up at Barry's face to see if he was serious in suggesting that I should touch his penis with my mouth or tongue. When I realized that he was, I looked back and I remember licking my lips as I thought about whether this was a step that I was prepared to take. I certainly hesitated, but a moment later I tentatively leaned forward and extended my tongue to touch just the very tip of Barry's dick. I lapped the drop onto my mouth and paused. As I drew my tongue back into my mouth, I savored the taste for a second and said, "It doesn't taste bad. Not much taste. Kind of bland I guess, and maybe a little salty."
"Do you like it," Barry asked.
"It's okay," I said. "Not bad."
With a quick glance at Barry's face, I leaned forward again and this time pressed my lips against the head of his penis. I immediately realized that I loved the feel of his spongy head and I licked all around the crown, lapping up the pre-cum that I'd missed the first time. As my tongue slipped around to the underside of his shaft, I became aware that I had unintentionally slipped my lips over his head and that he was now about an inch into my mouth. I remember thinking, "What the hell," and I just pushed and felt another two inches of him fill me. At this point, I stopped and looked up into his eyes. I imagined what he saw; young, shy, and naive Nancy gazing at him with her mouth ovaled around and filled with his hard cock. My image of myself sent another jolt through my clitoris and I had to stifle an urge to feel myself.
Up to this point, Barry had taken on the role of instructor, but now that my mouth had been breached, Nancy was letting nature take over. I weighed Barry's meat filling my mouth and massaged the underside as it lay on top of my tongue. Then I pulled back a couple of inches before pushing forward and reclaiming the lost territory. I repeated this several more times and was rewarded by the sound of Barry's breathing turn to a series of "hummmmm's and aaaaaah's,"
