I have thought about telling my story for some time and have finally taken the plunge.
First, a little about me. My name's Jenna, I'm now 25 years old (but was 24 when this happened). I'm told I'm very attractive, I'm brunette, 5'4", slim, quite leggy, 34c 23 32. I work as an estate agent in south London.
Just over a year ago (October 2015), I had arranged to meet a girlfriend of mine on a Friday night for a few drinks. I'd known Gemma for about 18 months through a mutual friend at work. She is in the same line of business as me (selling and renting out property in south London). She is a really attractive, bubbly brunette and just a year older than me. So, overall, I knew her quite well but not brilliantly, we'd been out for drinks 3 or 4 times and had maybe met at parties a few times too.
After a couple of drinks, I asked her a question which I hoped wasn't too forward, "Gemma, you are a really attractive and eligible woman, why haven't I ever known you to have a boyfriend?"
She smiled and winked at me, "Truth is that it doesn't suit my lifestyle, hun."
"Ah, okay," I replied, now a little embarrassed, "are you saying you're gay?"
She burst out into a laugh. "No, no, I'm not gay...quite the opposite".
There was a short silence.
"If you must know, Jen," she continued very mater-of-factly, "I'm a very active cumslut. I love sucking off loads of different men."
My jaw hit the floor. "Fucking hell, Gemma, are you serious???"
She smiled at me. "100% serious, babe, I got into sucking off random men a couple of years ago and I'm really loving it"
My eyes were on stalks, my ears were burning and my jaw was still on the floor. I listened intently (and started drinking intensely) as she talked me through what she did.
She'd get home from work most nights (or put a day aside at the weekend), get herself "glammed up" (she said she'd dress up like a cross between a whore and a pornstar), go online, log in to various sex sites she was a member of and invite random men to come over to her flat and have her suck them off.
It would be a quick meet deal. They'd turn up, she'd usher them into the hallway, get straight down on her knees and blow them off there and then. She'd often do 4 or 5 meets in a single night and maybe more at weekends.
I was shocked, even appalled but also amazed and intrigued as I listened.
"I mainly go for regular older guys, in their 40s or 50s," she told me, "they seem more reliable and also more grateful to empty their jizz down a young girl's throat"
I was stunned into silence, but hanging on her every word.
She explained the security steps she would go through (making sure she had the guy's full name and phone number and being very plain she would go to the cops if anything untoward happened). She had a number of regulars, but mainly did one-offs. She didn't keep an exact count, but reckoned she sucked off about 20 or so men a week, maybe a little more. She'd sometimes fuck the guys if she was in the mood, but mainly just dished out blowjobs. That said, three of her regulars - all married men in their 50s - were now screwing her on a very frequent basis.
I was still nearly speechless, but just about able to offer up the occasional "wow" or "gees" or "fucking hell".
She went to the bar to get us (yet another) round of vodka martinis and I was just reeling - thinking how crazy and insane and incredible this all was.
When she came back, she passed me my drink and smiled at me. "So, Jenna, want to give it a try?"
"WHATTTT????!!"
"Come back to my flat, you can borrow some of my lingerie and a pair of my stockings, get yourself tarted up. I'll go online and find a guy for you."
My jaw hit the floor again. What the fuck???!
She leant forward, "Come on, baby, you are a very sexy girl. There will be plenty of demand. Why don't we get a nice juicy, throbbing, middle aged cock in your face and see if you enjoy it?"
I was feeling a little tipsy. My mind was racing. This all sounded so mad, but I couldn't help but admit I was very intrigued.
"Come on, Jen," she said again, "give it a go".
Almost without intending to, I found myself saying, "Yes, okay then".
"Great," she chirped, "let's finish our drinks and go back to my flat".
On the short walk back to her flat, I was trembling with nerves. She seemed really glad and excited that I was up for this. She said she would need a pic of me posing in sexy lingerie that she could post on some of the websites she was a member of. She told me there would be "plenty of action" available as it was 10pm on a Friday night. She also said I shouldn't expect a Brad Pitt or David Beckham lookalike, I'd most likely be getting my mouth round a very average, much older guy, but I should see that as part of the fun.
My heart was racing, but I was also feeling so turned on.
As we got to her flat, she led me to her bedroom and told me to pick some lingerie out to wear as she went and booted up her PC. "Remember, relax and try to look like a keen, slutty pornstar...guys just love that".
