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.
