Chapter 4: The Obsession
"I'll give you a hand job for twenty dollars," said the plain-looking blonde girl.
Peter looked down at her from his bar stool. She was short and rather plump, and not particularly attractive, but he had heard about the fabulous hand jobs that she gave here at O'Malley's. She was wearing a tight denim skirt and a pink tube-top, and was tarted up with some rather garish eye shadow and lipstick. He swallowed down the rest of his imported beer and stood up. "I was hoping I'd run into you tonight. I'm in your hands," he quipped.
Nancy lead him back into the ladies' room of O'Malley's, all the way back to the last stall. She had taken the precaution of hanging an "out of order" sign on the door to the stall so that it would be available for her to ply her hand job trade. As soon as they were both in the stall, he handed her a twenty dollar bill, which she stuffed into her denim skirt.
O'Malley's was an overpriced yuppie bar in the heart of campus town, primarily patronized mostly by recent graduates with good jobs and plenty of disposable income. They made excellent hand job customers for Nancy. She came here every Saturday and did a brisk business. She used her profits to pay for her tuition and books, as well as paying her rent and keeping her kitchen stocked with food. It isn't easy being a college student!
Nancy sat down on the lid of the toilet and unbuckled Peter's belt and trousers, lowering them along with his Polo boxers. All of the customers at O'Malley's seemed to wear underwear, Nancy thought approvingly. That wasn't true at some of the other, seedier bars where she worked. She considered wearing underwear a sign of good breeding.
Free of its confinement, Peter's cock sprang up for its reward. Nancy bent over and lightly kissed the head, then gently stroked it from underneath with both of her hands. She looked up at Peter and smiled at him. Then she rolled her tube top down off her small boobs to her waist.
Nancy had much advanced her hand job technique in the last few weeks. She was always good, but had formerly used only her hands, and sometimes her voice. But as a business major, she knew that it was important to always be improving one's product. So she had rented and studied many porno videos, looking for new techniques that she could add to her repertoire. She had rented Finger Fucking Sluts, Hand Job Hoes, Jerk That Jizz, Stroking Strumpets, Tug And Chug Tarts, Handfuck Hunnies, and everything else she could find, looking for any new tricks and twists that could make her hand jobs even better than ever.
She leaned forward and took Peter's tool between her smallish tits, nestling it in her soft cleavage. She laced her fingers together, and used her hands to mash her boobs inward, engulfing the throbbing shaft. Peter moaned in pleasure. She bounced up and down, working her smooth tit flesh along the length of his cock. She tucked her chin down to her chest, and drooled a long, gooey stream of saliva onto his cock head, which eventually worked its way down his shaft, increasing the lubrication of the pumping action. Peter squirmed and did his best to pump up and down in her bosom.
Eventually, Nancy pulled back and let his cock spring free. She cradled his cock in the webbing of her right hand, in the V formed by her outstretched thumb and fingers. Then she slowly, erotically curled her fingers closed, starting with her pinkie, and working her way up. Eventually, her entire hand engulfed the shaft of Peter's throbbing purple cock, holding it as tightly and lovingly as a new bride's vagina. She lifted it to her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head, probing the tiny pee-slit with her tongue. She released another huge load of saliva, which Peter watched as it slid obscenely down the length of his shaft, coating it with a slick layer of natural lube.
Nancy went into a long, slow pumping action, moving her fist up and down with rhythmic precision, her mouth still clamped on his head and her tongue still in his slit. She danced the fingertips of her left hand all over Peter's balls, gently massaging them and stimulating the production of spooge. She continued to pump and massage, pump and massage, as Peter got more and more worked up. Then she moved her mouth away and took her left hand from his balls, right hand still pumping, and placed her open palm directly on his cock head. She rotated it back and forth, back and forth, like the Queen waving from the balcony of her palace, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings that clustered in the glans of the cock. Peter was twitching out of control by now.
Nancy knew that most men's cocks have a short attention span; you cannot continue any one move for too long, or it loses its potency. She switched to "the firestarter" move: holding both hands flat, she placed one on either side of his cock and rubbed them back and forth, like a Boy Scout starting a fire with a stick. When she added an up and down motion to the back and forth motion, Peter went crazy. When she lengthened her stroke to include the sensitive rim around the head of his cock, he went ape shit. When she closed her hands into two fists, both wrapped around his shaft and twisting in opposite directions, he nearly lost it. She looked him in they eye, forcing him to briefly take his gaze off of the erotic motion in his groin.
"I want you to cum for me, Peter," she said, in her most sultry voice. "I want you to cum all over my tits. My tits are too small, Peter, and I want your huge manly squirt of cum to nurture them and make them grow. Cum for me, Peter. Cum all over my milky white tits. Please, Peter? Cum on me?"
That was enough for Peter. He grunted and twitched one more time, and then released all that he had. Spurt after spurt of pearly white ejaculate spat forth from the eye of his cock, and splattered on Nancy's small conical boobs. Spurt after spurt, each accompanied by an involuntary thrusting of his hips, escaped from his glowing purple cock and landed on Nancy's pale skin. She held his cock all the while, feeling it gradually calm down, soften, and deflate.
"Wow!" said Peter, wiping his forehead. "The guys said you were good, Nancy, but I didn't imagine you'd be this good! Fuckin' aye!" He accepted a wad of toilet paper from Nancy to wipe his face. She was likewise wiping up the sticky mess of sperm from her chest.
Nancy smiled up at him from the toilet. "Thank you," she said. "Be sure to tell all your friends, too."
Peter zipped up and went back out to the bar, desperately in need of another overpriced imported beer. Nancy took a few more minutes to clean herself up and roll her tube top back over her boobies, then went back out to recruit her next customer. In some bars where she worked, all she needed to do was to sit in the ladies' room, and the customers came queuing up. But O'Malley's was bigger and noisier and had less of a regular clientele, and not everyone knew that she was here, providing hand jobs for twenty dollars.
After her seventh or eighth customer, though, before she had a chance to get up and go out to recruit, or even to pull her tube top back up, the stall door swung open. In walked two men. One was Tad, a regular customer of hers. The other was a young blond kid who she didn't know.
"Hi, Nancy! I want you to meet my kid brother Kevin," said Tad. "He just started school here at the University. He's a virgin, and kind of scared about sex, but curious, of course. I thought maybe you could help to break him in." Kevin was looking down at his hi-top Sketchers, nervous.
Nancy looked Kevin over. He was a cute kid, skinny, wearing olive drab cargo pants and a Che Guevara t-shirt. His blond hair was full of colics, and his face was full of freckles.
"Hi, Kevin, nice to meet you," said Nancy. Then she turned to Tad. "Is he over eighteen? I don't want to get in any trouble, you know."
"I turned eighteen last summer!" said Kevin, proudly. "And I'm ready to be a man. My bro says you are the best, Nancy, and that you can initiate me in style!"
"Well, I do what I can, Kevin," Nancy told him. She held out a palm to Tad, who handed her a twenty dollar bill. He knew that Nancy expected payment in advance. Then he winked at his brother and left, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving Nancy and Kevin alone in the stall.
