Sydney's Adventures

Picking up one of the oysters I looked at it closely, noting the
wrinkly shell and the gooey, grayish-white insides. What the heck, I
figured, I may as well try it! Tilting my head back I raised the
oyster to my lips, letting it slide into my mouth. It was slimy and
rubbery with a briny taste that reminded me a little bit of sperm, a
flavor that I love! When I swallowed I could feel it slowly oozing
down my throat into my stomach.

"Mmmm…these are good!" I said licking my lips to catch a dribble of
brine that had escaped. We chatted a bit as we ate oysters and sipped
wine. I don't know whether it was the famed aphrodisiac of the
oysters, the wine, or my semi-exposed state, but I could feel myself
getting a bit turned on! I spread my legs slightly wider, subtly
allowing Dr. Arton a better view of my inner thighs. More wine, dinner
and desert followed and my horniness was unabated. I was still annoyed
by his arrogant attitude but I couldn't deny the tingly feeling that
was growing in my pussy. As my mind drifted I wondered what Cindy was
doing tonight and whether she might be able to relieve some of my
tension when I got home.

When we had finished our meal, Dr. Arton offered me his arm and we
walked out to the waiting limousine. He held my hand and I slowly got
into the car, allowing him a long look at my nicely tanned legs. As I
slid over in the seat, allowing him to sit next to me I made sure that
the front flap of my dress was tucked between my legs, making it look
like I only had on a pair of black panties. I could see him swallow
hard as he tried to contain his lust. There was, after all, no sex
involved in being his slave, and I had no plan to break that rule.
Still, it was a lot of fun turning the tables and torturing my
professor for once!

"Now Sydney, about that proposition we talked about earlier."

"Before we get started, you do realize that sex was not part of the
auction, right?"

"Yes, I do remember. Tell me though Sydney, how much of the $300 I
paid for you did you get?"

"None. It all goes to our house."

"Now, that doesn't really seem fair does it? I mean you do all the
work and get nothing to show for it."

"But I do really, in the parties that we throw and other stuff that
the house does." I was beginning to wonder where this was going.

"But you brought in more money than most of the girls, don't you think
that you deserve a little extra?"

"Well…"

"You could use a little extra money, couldn't you? I know that spring
break is coming up and you girls usually go somewhere fun. I bet it
can get pretty expensive."

"Go on." I was getting very suspicious now.

"This is my proposition. I paid $300 to take you out on this date. I'm
willing to give you that much more if you'll have sex with me."

"No way!" I couldn't believe he was offering me money for sex! I had
gotten excited when the guys were bidding for my services at the
auction, but that was very different.

"$600." He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and counted out
six $100 bills and put them on the seat next to me.

"No," I said, even though $600 is a lot of money and I did need extra
money for Spring Break, let alone the trip to Europe I was hoping to
take this summer.

"Fine. How about a thousand?" he added four more bills to the pile.

I don't know about you, but on several occasions I have sat around
with my friends, joking about how much money somebody would have to
pay us to have sex. It's always some ridiculously high amount, like a
million dollars. Let me tell you, when you're horny, in need of money,
and confronted with a thousand dollars of cold, hard cash, it's a
different story entirely.

"How about $1500?" I asked, deciding to push my luck.

"For fifteen hundred," he said, counting out five more bills "it would
be no holes barred for two hours."

"No holes barred?"

"None."

"Two hours?"

"Two hours."

"Alright, you have a deal," I said, grabbing the pile of cash and
stuffing it into my clutch purse.

"Excellent, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me Sydney." Putting his
hand on my exposed thigh he leaned over to kiss me. His tongue plunged
into my mouth, fiercely exploring every nook and cranny that now
belonged to him, at least for the next two hours. I was sitting there
in stunned disbelief that I was being paid to have sex, when his hand
moved quickly up my thigh and, before I knew it, he had plunged two
fingers into my pussy, which was sopping wet.

"You like this, don't you Sydney?" he said as I gasped from the
insertion of his fingers. "You like being a slut!" I answered by
spreading my thighs further apart as he jammed a third finger into my
pussy. "I knew you would from your profile. God your pussy is so wet
and hot, I can't wait to try it! But first, I want you to suck my
cock." He abruptly withdrew his fingers from my pussy, grabbed two
handfuls of my hair and forced my head between his legs. I kneeled on
the floor of the limo in front of him and nuzzled his pants with my
nose and licked his dick through the fabric, teasing him. I tried to
look up into his face to see what effects I was having, but his
potbelly got in the way. I slowly undid the top button on his slacks
and slid the zipper down. Reaching inside his underwear, I managed to
find his penis and pull it out. When I did, I almost cracked up
laughing—it was tiny! Fully hard it was maybe 4" long and it was
certainly less than an inch wide. I realized that my arrogant, snotty
psychology professor had a serious inferiority complex about his
penis! Deciding that this was not the time to exploit my newfound
knowledge, I cupped his balls in my hand and in one smooth stroke took
his whole dick in my mouth. Even with my nose buried in his pubic hair
the tip of his cock barely tickled the back of my throat. That didn't
stop Dr. Arton from groaning out in pleasure and bucking his hips
forward into my face though. Getting affirm grip on my head with his
hands he began fucking my mouth, burying his cock in me before pulling
all the way out and then plunging between my wet lips again. I drooled
liberally over his dick, allowing it to slide freely into my sucking
cheeks. With each thrust his saliva-covered balls slapped wetly
against my chin and when the salty taste of precum began to fill my
mouth and I knew Dr. Arton was about to cum. Suddenly he pulled me
away, gooey ropes of drool and precum stretching from his dick to my
mouth until they broke and splattered down on my breasts and dress.

"Not so fast my well-paid slut. I want to enjoy my full two hours.
Undress me."

With my face and cleavage covered in drool I moved forward and
straddled his lap. Looking into his eyes, I reached up and slowly
undid his tie and slid it around his neck and off. Then I started on
the buttons of his white dress shirt, popping each button through the
hole, before moving to the next one. When I got it halfway open I slid
my hands in, over his hairy chest, and pinched his nipples. I could
feel his cock twitch between my legs. Grabbing his shirt with both
hands I ripped the two sides apart, sending the last buttons flying
through the limo, then pulled the shirt down over his shoulders. He
shrugged and pulled his arms up and through the sleeves, then grabbed
my head and brought it to his for a crushing kiss. With one hand I
reached between our legs and began stroking up and down his still
gooey dick. With the other, I reached behind him and grabbed the back
of his belt, pulling down on his pants. He lifted his butt off the
seat and I pulled and pushed his pants down his thighs and past his
knees.

"Now what do these tits of yours look like, I wonder? They certainly
can be distracting in class, especially for the boys sitting next to
you." Dr. Arton reached up and slid the spaghetti straps from my
shoulders, but my full breasts held the tightly stretched material in
place. Savoring the moment, he tugged the straps slowly down my arms
until, reluctantly, the fabric finally slipped off and my breasts
bounced into view. "God, they're perfect!" he moaned, his lecherous
stare fixed on them.

Deciding to tease him a bit, I cupped them in my hands and squeezed
them. "You really think so?" I pinched my already hard nipples. "They
always seem to get in the way when I'm playing field hockey." I began
"juggling" them, sliding them back and forth against each other,
saliva from the blow job providing generous amounts of lubrication.
"You should see how I have to strap them down—I have to wear two
sports bras and they still bounce around!" Looking him straight in the
eyes, I brought my right breast up to my mouth and began sucking on my
nipple and flicking my tongue back and forth over it. "They can…" but
Dr. Arton couldn't take it anymore and wasn't listening as he plunged
his head forward biting my other nipple. "They can really get in the
way." I finished. Dr Arton responded by yanking on my breast roughly
with his teeth, causing me to moan loudly.

"Lie down," he commanded, letting my nipple go and pushing me back
onto the table in the middle of the limo. "It's time for me to fuck
you." I couldn't believe how vulgar he was being, but it was sort of a
turn on. I lay back with my butt at the edge of the shiny black table
and the center of my dress between my legs. Dr. Arton flipped it up
and, without pause, speared my pussy with his dick, burying himself in
one hard thrust. I squealed as I felt him slide into me, my pussy lips
parting eagerly for his dick. He pulled out and slammed into me again,
causing me to scream just as the privacy divider between the driver
and us went down.

"Excuse me sir, so sorry!" the embarrassed driver hastily began
raising the divider.

"Oh no, that's ok" Dr. Arton responded, continuing to pound his teeny
weeny between my legs. "What do you need?" I couldn't believe this was
happening. Dr. Arton was carrying on a conversation with the driver as
if he wasn't bucking madly into a teenage college girl less than half
his age.

"Um, I was just wondering if uh…" Tilting my head back, I could see
the chauffeur's face in the rearview mirror and could feel his eyes
straining to see my bouncing breasts. "Uhm…if…I mean I
wondered...ah…where you wanted me to go."

"Do you think you could find us a secluded, but well-lit parking lot?"
Dr. Arton slammed into me, his sweaty potbelly pounding down on my
stomach.

"Yes, of course sir! I know just the place." The chauffeur began to
raise the privacy screen.

"Go ahead and leave that down if you want to. I'm paying a lot for
this and I don't think that Sydney would mind an audience, would you
Sydney?"

"No," I replied, shocked by the realization that having somebody watch
us was an enormous turn-on. I couldn't believe how slutty I felt, and
how much I loved it!

"I didn't think so." Dr. Arton pulled out and slammed into me again,
sweat from his brow dripping onto me. "Get on your hands and knees now
Sydney. I want to give the driver a view of those fantastic tits." As
I flipped over, Dr. Arton pulled my dress off so that it wouldn't
obscure his (or the driver's) view of my nubile, young body. "Oh
Sydney, what an ass!" He smacked one of my cheeks, admiring the view
as my butt clenched. "This is going to feel so good." He inched
forward and began sliding his dick up and down my pussy lips, rubbing
my clit and then teasing the entrance to my pussy before plunging in.
I could feel Dr. Arton's sweaty, hairy potbelly resting on my back and
butt as he leaned over me and began thrusting in and out. We were both
sweating from the exertion and I could feel drops of it falling from
his brow and splattering on my back and neck. As he pounded into me,
my damp breasts swayed back and forth and slapped into each other and
I could feel sweat trickling down them and dripping off my nipples
onto the shiny table. The poor driver was paying less and less
attention to the road and more and more to my swaying breasts, but he
finally pulled into a secluded parking lot at the side of the local
Target store and stopped the car. Turning around in his seat, we could
look at each other in the eyes; he undoubtedly saw the animal lust in
mine, and I could see just how turned on he was, although the fact
that he was starting to stroke himself through his pants may have
given him away!

"God, your cunt is so wet and hot, I could almost cum right now, but I
paid for all the holes, and I want to get my money's worth!" With that
Dr. Arton pulled out of my juicy pussy and positioned his dick at the
entrance to my butt. The limo driver's eyes opened wide with surprise
as he realized what Dr. Arton was doing to me at the same time as mine
opened wide from Dr. Arton's dick pushing into me. Even though he was
small, my ass was tight, and I could feel the head of his dick
stretching the opening. Then, with a small pop, the head was inside
me, and my sphincter clenched down on his shaft. I tried to relax the
muscles as he slid deeper into my bowels, knowing that it would ease
the pain, but it took me a few seconds to gain control of myself.
Finally he had buried his dick inside me and again was resting his
potbelly on my butt. Waiting for me to get accustomed to him, he kept
himself buried for a moment or two before pulling all the way out, my
ass releasing his dick with another small pop. Then he pushed forward
again and my anus stretched more easily to let the head of his dick
inside me. When he was totally buried in me, it almost felt like I had
to go to the bathroom my rectum was so full; when he pulled out my
muscles pushed him along like I really was going!

Dr. Arton must have loved the feeling though, and he grunted with lust
as he again buried himself in my bowels. I couldn't help it anymore
and I reached back and began playing with my clit and rubbing my
fingers up and down my pussy. Finally I pushed my index and middle
fingers inside myself and, through the thin wall separating my pussy
and my ass, I could feel Dr. Arton's dick sliding in and out of me.
That was enough to send me crashing into an orgasm and I cried out as
I came. I could feel my juices squirting past my fingers and out of my
pussy, splattering onto Dr. Arton's balls before dripping onto the
table. The feeling of my warm cum coating his balls sent Dr. Arton
over the edge and I could feel his dick start to spasm inside of me
and hard jets of warm sperm filled my bowels. A second orgasm tore
through me and the arm I was supporting myself with gave way and I
fell forward onto the table, causing Dr. Arton's still twitching penis
to slip out of my ass and the last jet of his cum splattered wetly in
my butt crack. I slid forward on the table, exhausted, and Dr. Arton
fell on my back, his fat oozing over me and covering my back and
sides. A grunt from the front of the car reminded us of the driver and
we both looked up. The driver had gotten his dick out of his pants and
was yanking on it furiously while watching us. From the copious
amounts of precum flowing from the tip I guessed that he was close to
cumming.

"Stop!" Dr. Arton shouted, and the driver did, looking shocked.
"Sydney, I want you to finish him with your mouth."

"No way, that was not part of the deal!" I protested.

"How about an extra $500?"

I thought about it for less than a half second. "Sure!" I was so horny
now that I couldn't help myself. Plus the driver's dick was at least
two or three inches bigger than Dr. Arton's.

"Come and get the door for us," Dr. Arton commanded the driver, as he
rolled off of me. The driver barely even pulled up his pants as he got
out of the car and hurried back to open the door. Dr. Arton hurriedly
pulled on his own pants and then dragged me, naked except for my
shoes, out of the car. "Well, turn around and show him what he's
getting." I raised my arms above my head and spun around, scarcely
believing that I was letting the limo driver check me out under the
blue-white glare of the parking lot light. I was grateful that this
part of the lot was on a secluded alley behind the store, but a
security guard still could have come by at any second.

"Damn, she is HOT!" the limo driver said to Dr. Arton. "Look at how
big her tits are and that shaved pussy is fucking amazing!" To
emphasize his last point I reached down with my hand and spread my
shiny lips open so they could see all of me.

"Her tits feel even better than they look, go ahead and check them
out." Needing no more encouragement, the driver came up to me and
roughly grabbed my breasts. He kneaded them, feeling their weight, and
then pinched my nipples and lifted my tits up by them, before letting
them fall, jiggling on my chest. I love having my tits played with and
I could feel the juices beginning to flow in my pussy again. The
driver continued playing with one of my tits and began feeling my
pussy with his other hand. He slid his palm back and forth across my
clit, sending little bolts of electricity through me, before plunging
his fingers into my pussy. The feeling of being roughly fondled while
standing naked in a parking lot was too much for me, and a huge orgasm
rushed through my body. My knees gave way and I fell against the car,
the driver's fingers in my pussy the only thing keeping me from
sliding to the ground. My juices gushed out over his hand, and ran
down my thighs before dripping to the ground.

"God damn, she's a squirter too! I've never seen a pussy do that
before!"

"She's hot alright. Go ahead and check out her mouth."

Pulling his fingers out of my pussy, the driver allowed me to slump
down into a squatting position against the car with his dick bouncing
in my face. Shudders from my orgasm were still running through my body
and gaping, engorged pussy, and I was only slightly conscious of his
dick pushing against my mouth and then sliding through my parted lips.
The driver's dick was way bigger than Dr. Arton's but still only
average size. Even so, he was long enough to fill up my mouth and when
he began pushing down my throat I gagged for a moment, before
remembering my training for the sorority house's upcoming "Dildo
Olympics" and relaxing my muscles. As he slid into my throat and
rested his balls on my chin, the driver looked down at me in
amazement. Regaining my senses somewhat, I looked up at him with my
mischievous blue-green eyes and smiled around his dick. Groaning in
surprise and ecstasy he slid his dick out of my mouth before thrusting
back in. This time I took him in to the hilt without gagging and
pressed my nose forward until it was buried in his pubic hair. I
reached out with my tongue and tickled his balls while swallowing with
my throat, causing the muscles of my esophagus to ripple along his
dick.

"This is the best blowjob I have ever had! Oh god, it blows the other
ones away—I need to teach my girlfriend how to do this! She's taking
me all the way in!" With that the driver pulled all the way out of my
mouth before ramming back in. He grabbed my head with both hands and
began to fuck my face furiously, his balls slapping hard against my
chin. I looked over at Dr. Arton and could see that he was starting to
get hard again, just watching this show. Deciding to give him his
money's worth, I kept my eyes on him while the driver continued to
pound into my face. I opened my mouth to allow some saliva to dribble
out and soon ropes of saliva connected the driver's balls with my chin
and mouth every time he withdrew. Excess saliva dribbled down my chin
and onto my breasts and stomach. I could feel it trickling down my
front to my pussy, mixing with my cum, and then dripping onto the
ground. I could feel my asshole, still stretched from Dr. Arton's
earlier fucking, gaping open and the cum leaking from it and dribbling
down my crack, splattering into the growing pool of goo on the ground
underneath me.

"Cum all over her face!" Dr. Arton encouraged the driver. "Make it
messy!"

"I will. I can't wait to cum on those pretty lips. In fact…oh god…"
With that the driver pulled out of my mouth entirely and started
pumping his fist up and down his dick. I reached out with my hands and
gently squeezed and tickled his balls, all the while looking straight
at Dr. Arton. Within seconds the driver grunted and I felt a warm wet
splash on my cheek. The next blast was even bigger, splashing along my
nose to my forehead. I stuck out my tongue to get a taste of the
driver's cum and the next blast arced across it, leaving a salty,
sticky strand behind. Several smaller blasts coated my lips and chin,
and the last couple dribbled weakly over my neck and breasts. My face
was a gooey, cummy mess and Dr. Arton loved it. What really surprised
me is that I loved it too, both the feeling of liberation because I
was paid to do exactly what he wanted, and the feeling of being used
and made a mess of in a public place

Dr. Arton looked down at my fine features, now covered with pearly
white slime, as I looked up at him. I grabbed the driver's dick and
began rubbing it back and forth across my face, coating the few parts
that had been missed by the driver's load. I could feel cum oozing off
my lips, onto my breasts and down my stomach.

Dr. Arton reached down and undid the buttons on his pants, allowing
his little dick to spring free, and thrust it into my face.
Remembering that the last place it had been was up my ass, I tried to
refuse as he pinned me against the limo and smeared his shitty dick
all over my face.

"Uh-uh, there's no way I'm giving you a blow job. The last place your
dick has been is my ass."

"Fine, just give me a hand job then. Or I get my money back."

I stood up and reluctantly wrapped my hand around his dick. I don't
have particularly large hands, but Dr. Arton's penis was so small that
I could cover it completely. I started tugging away and Dr. Arton
moved closer so that he could fondle my saliva and cum covered
breasts. Taking his cue from Dr. Arton, the driver came forward and
began feeling me up as well, hefting one of my breasts in his hand and
tweaking the nipple. With his other hand he cupped my pussy and I
spread my legs to allow him better access as he plunged two fingers
into me. Here I was, standing in a public parking lot, naked except
for my earrings, choker and black high-heeled shoes, giving my
psychology professor a hand job while a limo driver (whose name I
didn't even know) was mauling my breasts with one hand and fucking my
pussy with the other. The situation was just too overwhelming and when
the limo driver started sliding his thumb over my clit I came, and
came hard. Pussy juices squirted from me, covering my thighs, the limo
driver's hand, and even hitting Dr. Arton's dick and the hand I was
using to jack him off. Shortly thereafter I felt his dick twitch in my
hand and then warm droplets of sperm splattered on my hip and stomach
as he came. I continued milking him with my hand while his last couple
of drops dribbled onto my leg.

After taking a few seconds to gather our senses we piled back into the
limo and pulled out of the parking lot, just as a patrol car was
turning in—I felt a rush as I wondered whether somebody had seen us!
Dr. Arton sat in one of the side seats and looked back at me as I
reached for my clothes to begin dressing.

"I still have five minutes," he said, looking at his watch. "Until my
time is up I want you to remain as you are, my perfect little whore."
And what a sight I must have been. I had cum and saliva smeared all
over my face and dripping down over my breasts and stomach. Ropy
strings of goo were all over my hip and bald pussy. My own cum coated
my inner thighs and legs and there was still cum leaking out of my
ass.

"Fine." I said, lacking the strength to argue, and slumped into the
seat, with my legs slightly spread, allowing Dr. Arton and the driver
an excellent view of my swollen, well-used pussy. A few minutes later
we turned down the street the sorority was on and I began to grow
concerned. "Dr. Arton, can I please have my clothes back?"

"Three seconds…" he said looking at his watch as we pulled into the
driveway. "Two…" The limo glided to a halt. "One…" The driver took one
last glance back at me in the mirror and opened his door. "My time's
up, here you go," Dr Arton said, finally tossing my clothes to me. I
could see the driver approaching my door as I grabbed the dress and
yanked it over my head. It was still bunched up around my waist as the
door next to me opened and the limo driver offered his hand to help me
out. Taking it, I swung my legs out the door, giving the driver a
final look at my pussy, and stood up. The dress slid smoothly into
place and, without a glance back, I walked into the house, completely
forgetting that my face was covered in cum.

*******************

The next Tuesday rolled around fairly soon, and I found myself back in
psychology class. Dr. Arton was returning some essays the class had
written and, when I got mine back, I discovered that he had given me
an "A". Written next to my grade was a small note: "Please see me in
my office at 5:00 this evening." I left class congratulating myself on
my new source of income—I have a return customer!