Hand Job Slut Ch 06

Chapter 6: The Nemesis

Nancy returned home to her tiny apartment after a grueling day of classes, and flung her books onto the table, disgusted. She took the catcher's mitt and started to hang it in the window, but then hesitated.

The mitt in the window was her sign to the horny college boys in the neighborhood that she was open for business, giving out hand jobs for twenty dollars. She had just bombed on a Financial Analysis exam, and really needed to study. But she had a tuition installment coming due soon, too, and couldn't afford to slack off on her hand job business. She put the mitt in the window, but went to her books on the table, to study in between clients.

After only a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It was Freddy, one of her regular customers. "Hi Nancy! I saw the mitt," he said. Then, seeing her glum face, he added, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Freddy. Just a tough day at school. What would you like today?"

"I want the milking!" Freddy said, a broad grin on his face. Freddy liked a variety of hand job styles, but the milking hand job was one of his favorites. He handed Nancy a twenty dollar bill.

"Okay, get in position," Nancy told him, stashing the bill in an old coffee can near the door. Freddy shed all of his clothes; he knew that this hand job could be a messy one. He climbed up onto the beat-up sofa in the living room, kneeling sideways. His knees and feet were at one end, his face and elbows down on the cushions on the other end. His ass was high in the air, and his cock, already stiffening, hung straight down like a cow's udder. His large nut sack hung behind his ass like a ripe coconut on a tree.

Nancy placed a towel under him, and then pulled up the foot stool near to the sofa. She poured a large helping of KY lotion into her palm. She rubbed her hands together, getting them well coated with the slick lube. "Ready?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Nancy! Give it to me," said Freddy.

Nancy simultaneously wrapped one hand around his red cock shaft, hanging straight down toward the towel, and cupped the other over his bulging nut sack, hanging out behind his butt crack. Freddy gasped in pleasure at the dual contact between Nancy's cool, soft, slick palms and his sensitive genitals. At first, she merely held his shaft stationary, and executed a slow, sensual polishing motion around and around his distended scrotum, lightly squeezing the sensitive gonads deep inside. Freddy shivered with pleasure.

Nancy took her hand off of his balls and lightly traced her fingertips all over his butt cheeks; she traced out gentle patterns with her fingers, her nails, and her soft palms, from down to the crease between his cheeks and his thighs, up to the small of his back, swirling around and around. She traced a finger up and down the crack of his ass, even so far as to lightly tickling his puckered asshole.

Meanwhile, the fist around his shaft tightened slightly, and began a slow, rhythmic, short-stroked pumping of his cock. She carefully avoided the sensitive rim of his cock head for now, and focused on the thick red shaft with slow, steady strokes. Freddy moaned.

Nancy added a twisting motion to the pumping on his cock shaft, but still avoided the sensitive rim. With her other hand, she traced a finger up and down his butt crack, lightly flicking over his asshole on each stroke. On alternate traces, she would also swirl her palm around and around his balls, lightly squeezing and sometimes stretching them away from his body. Freddy groaned and shuddered.

With her hands still on his shaft and his balls, Nancy leaned in closer and pursed her lips. She lightly blew a stream of hot breath onto his butt crack, up and down the red crease, paying special attention to his sensitive, puckered anus. Then she extended her tongue, and lightly traced it up and down his crack, flicking it sideways all the while. Again, she paid special attention to his crinkly asshole, lightly teasing it with the tip of her moist wet tongue. Freddy began to lose all control, his body jerking in spasms and his breath coming in short gasps.

After several minutes of this onslaught, Nancy stepped up the intensity on all three fronts: she stroked and twisted her hand on his cock faster, longer, and included his ultra-sensitive cock head rim; she swirled her other hand on his balls, tighter and faster; and she probed her tongue deeper and wetter into the starfish of his butthole, jamming it in as far as it would go. This brought Freddy to his threshold of ecstasy in no time.

Freddy emitted a long low groan, which turned into a moan, which turned into a wail, and finally a scream. His head wagged back and forth, his hips bucked, and he began pumping squirt after squirt of creamy white cum out of the end of his cock, still gripped tightly in Nancy's small fist. His thick ropes of cum splashed on the towel on the cushion of the sofa, some of it splashing back up to his belly. Jolt after jolt jammed into the terrycloth fabric, soaking into the soft cotton loops, spreading in an obscene pearly white lake of hot, sticky cum. The spasming of his hips brought his belly down into the lake again and again, smearing his own spooge all over his abdomen. Nancy withdrew her tongue from his butthole when he started to buck, but kept her hands on his cock and his balls until he slowed down and eventually, finally, stopped.

Freddy collapsed down onto the sofa, his belly plopped into the puddle of sperm, Nancy's hand trapped underneath him. He closed his eyes and breathed, slowly, waiting for his heart rate to return to normal. Finally, he straightened up and stretched his cramped limbs.

"Nancy, you are amazing," he said, admiration in his eyes. "I hope you have a better day at school tomorrow."

"Thanks, Freddy," Nancy said, handing him another towel to clean himself up. "I'm sure I will."

Freddy got dressed and went home. There were a few other customers that evening, but not too many. Nancy was glad. She really needed to bone up on her Financial Analysis class. She was afraid that it was completely over her head. She was a very good student in most of her classes, but this one was kicking her ass. It was almost totally mathematics, which was not her best subject. She knew that she was going to need some help.

The next day on campus, Nancy tracked down her friend Brandi. She found her on the Quad, reading a marketing textbook under a tree. Brandi was a tall, slender brunette with a pretty face, contrasting with Nancy's short, plump physique, limp blonde hair, and plain, uninspiring face. Although they were very different from each other, they often found themselves working together. They were both hand job sluts, and both business majors, They made it a policy to help each other out whenever they could.

"Hi, Nancy!" Brandi smiled and waved her over.

"Hi Brandi." Nancy sat down next to Brandi. "How are you doing in Financial Analysis?"

"I'm doing fine. It's really just basic math, after all," said Brandi. She was good at math.

"Well, it's kicking my ass. I practically flunked the exam last week. Do you think you could help me out a bit? I need it explained in plain language."

"Sure, darling," said Brandi. "Tell you what. Come on by my place this evening and we'll go over the basics."

"Thanks, Brandi. See you later."

Later that evening, after a dinner of ramen noodles and generic diet cola, Nancy walked the several blocks from her small apartment to Brandi's place. Brandi answered the door in a pair of white panties and a baby blue tank top, with her hair in a long ponytail. Her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She looked very cute. "Come on in, Nancy," she said. The girls sat on the love seat in the living room and Brandi opened her Financial Analysis book.

After forty minutes, Nancy's head was swimming. Brandi explained and explained, but Nancy just wasn't getting it. "Look, Nancy, it's simple. We have a uniform series of payments, lasting for n years, at some interest rate i. We convert it to an equivalent present worth by this formula..." she indicated an equation in the book, "...or by the value in this table. You see?"

"No, I don't see!" wailed Nancy. "I think I need a beer."

"Well, that's the first sensible thing you've said all night," joked Brandi, stretching out her long slim legs and getting up off the couch to head for the kitchen. She soon returned with two opened bottles of beer. "Let's forget this stuff for a few minutes and just relax."

That was fine with Nancy. She was beginning to despair of ever understanding the Financial Analysis equations. Brandi sat back down next to Nancy on the love seat. She reached out one hand and lightly stroked Nancy's plump thigh, below the hem of her short skirt.

"You know, Nancy," she began, her hand sliding smoothly up and down Nancy's thigh, "You really just need to relax. You are thinking way too hard about all this stuff." She lightly licked Nancy's earlobe. Brandi had a thing about Nancy's soft, cuddly body.

"Oh, Brandi, not tonight," said Nancy. "I'm really worried about this course stuff."

"That's my point, darling. You're worrying too much. When you stop your worrying, you will get it so much easier." She slid her hand up to Nancy's chest, and lightly cupped Nancy's small boobie. Against her will, Nancy found herself leaning her head back against the cushions of the love seat and reveled in Brandi's attention to her body.

Brandi took Nancy's hand in hers, and lightly stroked the back of it with her fingers. She slowly traced tiny circles with her bright red fingernail on the back of Nancy's hand, sending small chills up and down Nancy's arm. She stroked her finger up and down Nancy's arm, Nancy's leg, and Nancy's neck. She snaked her tongue into Nancy's ear. Nancy felt a dampness begin to grow in her pussy, and involuntarily moaned.

Nancy did not like having sex. Not with girls, not with boys, not with anyone. She liked to study, keep her apartment stocked with food, and work toward her goals of finishing her business degree and starting her own company. She gave hand jobs to pay for school and books. She had never really enjoyed sex, but had tolerated it and used it for her own financial ends.

Brandi, on the other hand, was a very sensual girl. She enjoyed sex with boys, with girls, and especially with Nancy. She loved the way Nancy's soft, plump body felt against hers; the warmth of her round buttocks, the softness of her squishy boobies, the wetness of her pussy. She wanted to have sex with Nancy on the love seat this evening, and sleep with Nancy's cuddly body in her arms all night long.

Nancy's head was thrown back on the cushions of the love seat, her lips parted, and a low moan was rumbling in her throat. Brandi leaned to her, her lips parted as well, angled crosswise to Nancy's. She lightly hovered her mouth above Nancy's, their lips barely touching. Nancy responded, automatically, her lips clamping to Brandi's, her tongue darting out to meet that of her lover. Soon they were smooching loudly, lewdly, and wetly, passing saliva back and forth and groping each others' boobies. Then Nancy was on her back on the love seat, and Brandi was on top of her, their mouths still glued together, their chests mashed together, and Brandi's knee between Nancy's thighs, pressing deeply into her sex.

Brandi slid down to the floor, on her knees, still between Nancy's thighs. She flipped up Nancy's short skirt, and slid Nancy's panties down and off, past her bare feet. She pried Nancy's knees apart, baring her delicate pussy. Brandi leaned in closely, breathing the heady musk of Nancy's nether region. She flicked out her tongue, and lightly licked Nancy's outer lips, dancing on them until they began to part, to bud, to flower like a tulip in the springtime. When Nancy's pussy was fully open, and her clit was standing erect, Brandi dove in and licked with full passion. She licked up and down along Nancy's lips, back and forth across Nancy's clit, and in and out of Nancy's deep, sopping wet pussy. Nancy, lost in the sensations, was aware only of a vague sense of euphoria and overwhelming pleasure.

When Nancy was wet, juicy, and completely lost in the moment, Brandi slipped off her own panties and got back on the love seat, leaning back against the opposite arm. She interlaced her long slim legs with Nancy's short plump ones, scooting forward until their pussies were touching, were kissing, were mashed together in a deep soul kiss. She started to undulate her pelvis, rocking her pussy up and down, in and out, up and down. Nancy, in a trance, did likewise, reacting involuntarily to the carnal pleasures that her body was enjoying. Their pussy lips smooched each other, their clits danced with each other, their juices mingled in a joyful symphony of sound and fragrance. The more they rubbed, the more their pleasure centers were stimulated, the more their skin tingled and their hearts raced, the more their bodies sweated and the more their breath came in short, sharp gasps. Before long, they were frantically humping their pussies against each other, eyes wide open, mouths gulping air. Nancy reached out her hand, fingers splayed, and Brandi took it, interlacing her lover's fingers with her own. They locked eyes on each other and squeezed their hands together, even as they pressed their groins together, and rubbed their pussies together with all their might. Together, they felt the final explosion, the heat and fury of orgasm, welling up from within their cores, exploding and expanding and overtaking them. They shrieked and arched their backs, and pressed their pussies together so hard that they nearly left bruises. They arched, froze, held their breath, and finally, exhausted, collapsed back onto the love seat.

They lay there for a few moments, barely conscious. Finally, Brandi disentangled her long slim legs from Nancy's short plump ones, stood up, and swigged down the rest of her beer. "Come on, darling," she said, taking Nancy by the hand. "Let's go to bed."

Nancy awoke with the sun, lying on her side in Brandi's bed. Brandi was fast asleep behind her, her arm around Nancy's waist, and her leg thrown over Nancy's hip. Nancy briefly wondered how she could extricate herself without waking her lover, and then realized that Brandi didn't deserve that kind of consideration. She had seduced her, the bitch! Nancy pushed herself up to a sitting position with a jerk. Brandi's eyes fluttered awake.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" Brandi said.

"Sleepy head!" Nancy exclaimed. "I can't believe I let you seduce me. Again." Brandi blew her a kiss, and made a "come hither" motion with her head. "Oh, no, not again," Nancy said. "I can't believe I let you get away with it this time!"

Nancy wasn't really upset, though. Although she didn't like having sex, with either boys or girls, she did sometimes get a hollow, empty, horny feeling in the pit of her being. She hated that feeling. She had found several ways to fight it. Sometimes she fucked herself with the handle of her plastic hairbrush. That sent the hollow feeling to sleep, but never killed it. Sometimes she swallowed the semen of the men that she gave hand jobs to; that helped, too, but sometimes made her sick. And sometimes, tribbing with Brandi would work to send the hollow feeling to sleep. So, even though Brandi had seduced her, and Nancy hadn't really wanted to have sex, she knew that she was benefiting from the way that Brandi helped send the hollow feeling to sleep. For a while only, of course. She knew that it would be back.

But for now, the hollow feeling was deeply asleep, and Nancy needed to go to class. She especially needed to find a solution to her Financial Analysis problem. She left, leaving Brandi, naked, again asleep, lounging in the bed that they had shared for the night, her long limbs splayed across the pink sheets.

Nancy went home, showered, changed, and went to her classes for the day. At four o'clock, she had her Financial Analysis class. As usual, she was totally lost. All of Brandi's efforts last evening had done nothing to help. When the lecture ended, and the rest of the students filed out, Nancy stayed behind. She approached the professor.

"Professor Von Mises?" she said, as he was packing up his books and notes.

"Eh? Yes? What can I do for you?" said the professor. He blinked at Nancy. He had no idea who she was or what her name was. Nancy was normally very quiet and unobtrusive in all of her classes.

"Professor Von Mises, I'm completely lost in this class. I thought I was doing okay, until I got back the exam this week. I did very badly. I think I need some extra help." Nancy tried her best to look pathetic.

"Hmphph," said Professor Von Mises. "Well, why don't you come to my office, and I'll see if I can answer any specific questions for you."

Nancy followed the professor back to his office in the Business Administration building. He made a point of swinging the door open wide and bracing it open with a doorstop. He was too smart to be caught in a closed office with a female student.

"Now, miss, what seems to be the problem?" he asked.

"Well, Professor, that's the problem. I'm too lost to even ask an intelligent question. I just don't get any of it!" poor Nancy wailed.

The professor looked down at her over his reading glasses. "Well, that doesn't give me much to work with, miss," he said. "Why don't you go home and come up with some specific questions that I can answer for you?"

"I don't think that will do," said Nancy. "I think I need some basic, special tutoring, starting at the beginning. I'm not stupid; I'm getting A grades in all my other classes. I just don't get this one."

"Well, I don't have time to do individual tutoring from scratch," said the professor. "You'll just have to find yourself a private tutor someplace else." He sat down and opened a book, dismissing her.

Nancy knew that this would never do. There were no tutors for business classes. She needed to get this professor's attention. She thought back to her basic business major principles; they had never failed her yet. The appropriate principle for this situation was obvious: negotiate from your strengths. Her strength was hand jobs. She walked around behind the desk and stood beside the professor.

"Professor Von Mises, I need help, and I need it from you," she said. She grabbed the arms of his chair, and swung it around from the desk, facing her. "And I'm willing to pay for it."

Nancy dropped to her knees, put her hands on the professor's thighs, and spread them apart. She leaned forward, grabbed the pull of his fly in her teeth, and yanked it down.

"Good God woman, what the fuck are you doing!" shrieked the professor, aghast. Nancy looked up at him. This was the crucial moment, she knew. She stared at him and waited. "At least close the door!" he insisted.

Nancy knew then that she had him. She ran quickly to the door and swung it closed, and bolted it. Then she returned to the professor's groin. She continued to open his pants, pulling them down to his ankles as he lifted his buttocks off the chair. His long, slender, blue-veined cock sprang out.

Nancy gently stroked the cock from underneath with her fingertips, contemplating the best approach to use. The professor was an older gentleman; they are usually less sensitive than the young bucks, she knew. He could take a more powerful stroke and still last a while. He was also pretty long and thin. He was a perfect candidate for the double reverse twist, she decided.

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the professor's cock. He gasped. She wrapped both of her hands around his shaft, one near the base, one just below the head. She rotated each hand in a different direction, but only a little bit before reversing, and with a very light, feathery touch. The professor squirmed and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations as she twisted back and forth, back and forth.