Beth, I want to tell you how I became a really popular guy at work—a factory in Montgomery Alabama where we manufacture mobile homes. It all started one night when I met this sexy chick online. I clicked on one of those local singles links and I ended up being taken to a page full of pics and descriptions of people in my area who were looking for a hook up.

I clicked on the photo of a hot young blonde named Jada and read all about her life. I was surprised to see that she talked about her financial problems. She was 20 years old and trying to save enough money to go back to school. Since her dad lost his job and couldn’t pay her tuition, she had to quit school and go back to living at home.

Up until this point, I had never considered myself a catch for the ladies. While most guys my age—38 last month—had wives or at the very least, girlfriends, I had neither. I lived by myself in an okay house that I owned, and I had no baby mommas taking a percentage of my pay. I had a lot of disposable income leaking in. If I needed to get laid, I went out, bought some drinks for a girl who looked easy, and brought her back to my place to get me off. I had been okay with this situation for some time now, but Jada got my attention with her sob story. In her ad, she said that she worked at the mall and saved her slightly-over-minimum-wage paychecks in the hopes that she could go back to college.
Now, don’t go thinking that this Jada was pulling on my heart strings. I’m really not all that sensitive of a guy. The reason this girl interested me was because she needed money and I had money, and there was something pleading in her post, something that told me that she would be willing to do anything (and by anything, I mean me).

I wrote her a personal message explaining how I’d like to meet her for a date sometime and take her out to dinner—my treat. She responded by saying that she’d love to go. She had a rare weekend night off of work and wanted to know if I could do it this weekend, so we set it up.

I picked her up at her dad’s house. I simply beeped and she ran out to the car. I saw him move the curtain and look out at us from the window.

“Bennie?” she asked at the car door before getting in.

I was pleased when I saw her. Her online pictures made her look skinny, but she was curvier in person. The short skirt she wore showed off her shapely tan legs. She had hips, an ass, and nice round tits that she was showing off with a low-cut black shirt. She had taken time to perfectly apply makeup and she smelled fantastic. This was no normal hookup, I realized. This was a nice girl who was prepared to go bad. This idea got me horny.

I asked her where she wanted to go to dinner, but she said she really just wanted to see where I lived, so I drove her up to Montgomery and showed her my place. During the drive, she told me that she had been attending the university in Montgomery before she had to drop out. When we arrived at my place, she wanted to check out the inside, so I gave her a tour of my barely furnished place.

“Who sleeps in these rooms?” She asked about the two unused bedrooms.

“Nobody,” I explained. I saw her mind working.

She turned to face me and backed up to a sitting position on the bed.

“This place sure is nice,” she said.

She tried to look sexy, but I could tell she was a little insecure or nervous or something. She wouldn’t let loose, even though she was totally hot. I wanted to reassure her of her sexiness. This bitch was smoking and I just wanted her to lose control on me. I walked over to the bed. I put my hand on one of her gorgeous breasts, and she simply let me do it, leaning into me even.

I leaned down to kiss her and she reached up to me anxiously to kiss back. She lifted her body off the bed in an effort to kiss me more passionately. I pushed down on her and she reclined back on the bed allowing me to rest my whole body on top of her. My dick was swollen and I knew she felt it pressing against her crotch. I easily hiked up her skirt and felt that she was wearing some kind of stringy thong, hardly anything. Maybe I was wrong about her being a good girl.

My dick slid into her easily. She was nice and wet and that turned me on. I had wondered if she was only fucking me to get something, but she really seemed genuinely interested in my cock. After letting me ram into her for a while, she pushed me down and climbed up on top of me. She stretched her short curvy body up to straddle me and looked down at me.

“You’re hot as fuck,” I told her.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked. I could see in her eyes that this bitch was prepared to do anything for me. She used her arms to squeeze her tits together and I grabbed her soft hips and began to drive her onto me at the perfect angle. She learned what I wanted quick and bounced on me steadily while I lie back and enjoy her body. At one point I reached up to touch one of her perfect bouncing tits and she took my finger in her mouth and sucked. I came up and into her instantly. She lay down next to me and rubbed my shrinking cock softly. As we lie there in the dark, she took a deep breath and asked me a question.

“How would you like a college co-ed fuck slave?”

“What would one cost?” I asked, intrigued.

“Tuition and a place to stay,” she said.

She rubbed one of her fingernails across my chest, my nipple. She climbed on top of me and my dick came back to life.

We agreed, and Jada moved in the next day. I was worried that her fuck-slave act would be forced, but it wasn’t. Her first night there, after dropping all of her clothes into one of the spare rooms, she went down into the kitchen and started making me dinner.

“I don’t expect you to be like a wife or anything,” I told her as she put a pot of water on to boil. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and unzipped my pants. She pulled out my cock, and jerked me off until I grew rock hard. Then she blew me in the kitchen while the pot of water steamed out of control behind her.

The next night, I came home from work to find her waiting for me on the couch. She was wearing one of her stringy thongs and a pair of stilettos. That was all. Her legs were spread so that I could see her snatch, which she stroked softly with one of her fingers.

I dropped my lunch box on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and fucked her silly on my couch. She did anything I asked her. One night when I came home whiskey drunk, she let me bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her in the ass. Jada had no limits.

I told the guys at work about Jada and they didn’t believe my good luck. Some of them doubted that she even existed. I told her about this, and she told me to invite them over for a poker night.

“What are you gonna do? Strip for them?” I joked.

“No, I’m too shy to do that,” she answered, but I would waitress in my see-thru nightie,” she said. As it usually did when she daydreamed aloud about what she would do, my dick swelled up to its fullest size. She knew what she was doing. She looked over at me and smiled.

I invited the guys to a poker night and told them what Jada had said. They were more than excited to meet her. Every day during the week, somebody asked me if the poker night was still on. I noticed that Jada was getting excited too. She was turned on all the time and she was practicing feeling comfortable walking around my house in her skimpy outfits. I made sure to tell her often how sexy she looked.

All the guys showed up with different kinds of beer and shooters, and I knew they were planning a wild night. I had already decided to take it easy on the alcohol so that I could remember this night and bust my work buddies for the rest of their lives. The night didn’t disappoint.

I got to see their eyes practically fall out of their heads as Jada walked around the room with a plate of appetizers bending over to offer each of them a snack as well as a look at her hot body. She looked sexier than usual. I had given her a few hundred bucks to spend a day at the spa. She had gotten herself waxed from neck to toe and looked awesome. All night the guys congratulated me on my score of finding Jada. They could not believe that all of my stories of wild fucking were true.

But the night took a turn even I wasn’t expecting when one of my work friends—Billy—asked Jada to sit on the couch with him. I watched, still nursing my first can of beer, as he talked to, and then began kissing her, squeezing her nipple through her see-through bra. I watched eagerly as he got more excited and leaned into her. Soon, she was moving her thong to the side so that Billy could stick his bare cock into her snatch. This went on right on the couch as I watched—right in the room where my buddies and I were playing poker. Some of the guys didn’t notice, but I nodded in the direction of the couch and soon everyone was enjoying the live sex show. Billy quietly came inside of Jada as she opened her eyes and watched my work buddies and me staring at them. Billy got up and was surprised that we had all just watched him bust a nut. He laughed and the rest of the guys laughed with him.

I didn’t get mad, and the other guys took this as a sign that it was all right for them to fuck Jada too. I stayed sober as I watched most of work buddies take turns with Jada. She enjoyed pleasing each guy. One guy declined because he was married, but Jada came over and kneeled in front of him under the table. She blew him right there as the rest of us played a hand without him.

Then it was back to the couch. She took the time to look at me as she fucked each guy. I could see in her eyes that this fuck-fest was fun for her, but that it was also meant to make me happy. This was her end of our deal.

All the guys at work constantly ask me when I’ll be having another poker party. A couple new guys, who weren’t at the first party, listen to our conversations and wonder what the hell is so great about these parties.

Jada is also excited for another party. She’s asked me to wait until after finals. During Christmas break, she is going to have a lot of free time, and I intend to fill it up with lots of fucking.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she says when I tell her my plans.

That girl is money well spent.