My reputation as a tongue slave was definitely on its way up. I was getting my good share of pussy and/or ass to serve on a weekly basis. Inspite of being any man's dream, it had its downsides for sure. There is only so much pleasing a man can do before he starts wanting some attention of his own. There were few of my female friends who would blow me or let me fuck them every now and then. This kind gesture would keep me at bay and let me be a proper tongue slave to the rest of my clientele, if you may. I would only service my female friends or recommendations from them. Never have I charged or accepted tips for what I do. Hey, I get to make women cum on my face! You think I need anymore payment than that?
The following incident is about my time with Jenny Garner, a 28 year old research student from Florida. She had been in India for over 6 months now. She had emailed me a week before I met her and after my usual round of clarifications, we made plans to meet at her place on a given Saturday.
I was at her place at 4:58pm, two minutes ahead of schedule which she appreciated. We hugged and greeted each other. She smelled like... I'm not good at catching fragrances, but it was breath taking. As I had asked for her pictures in advance, I knew what she looked like. I had no idea that she had the body of a goddess though. She had red patches on her white skin which she cursed the Indian sun for and joked that the Florida sun isn't this ruthless. If you ask me, it only made her look hotter. She had a thin frame, so I doubt her bust would be over 34 or 35, but those were definitely D cups. Her jeans hugged her legs all the way down to her ankles and her tighly wrapped ass teased me each time she ran to the kitchen to get a refill. Once we were buzzed enough to lose any inhibitions, she started on the topic I was here for, but didn't go right into it.
"Why did you ask me for my pictures? Does it matter what I look like?"
"Of ocurse, it does," I responded and laughed good naturedly. "I am not a man whore. I enjoy licking pussy. And I'm not going anywhere near a pussy of a girl I don't think is good looking."
"So I am good looking?"
I just stared at her while my eyes said 'Really?'. She laughed and asked me to follow her.
Again. That. Ass.
Once we were in the bedroom she asked me how to start. I told her that it was pretty straightforward and not very different from what Tanya had told her. Tanya, one of my regulars, is her friend at the gym who told her about me.