Life is easy. Especially if you are. That’s what a friend of mine told me and I still believe it. Life’s even easier when you make a thousand dollars a week like I do. And that’s on a bad week. So how does a college student like me earn that much money without any degree…or much effort for that matter?

Long blonde hair, size D tits with perky nipples, long legs, milky thighs, and a talent (and love) for cock honestly. My name’s Samantha. And this is my story.

When I was in high school, I didn’t like sex much. Well, I could’ve but I had never tried. The farthest I ever got was second base in the back seat of my boyfriends car my senior year. I let him put his hand into my lacy bra (the one I wore on dates to make myself feel sexy) but that’s about it. Sex seemed so dirty to me back then. But I learned later that dirty isn’t such a bad thing.

When I came to college, I was undecided. I don’t like school much, but my parents made me go. I was really unhappy about it all but I made friends really fast. I went to a lot of parties, drank a lot, and just tried to find my own crowd. Stephanie didn’t really have a crowd, but I found her soon enough. Stephanie is the one who told me that whole “Life is easy” thing that I told you. She’s funny like that. She’s really smart too. She’s taught me a lot over the past few months. Nothing Id write home about- god no. But stuff that still comes in handy.

When I first met Stephanie, it was at this frat party, I forget which one, but I bumped into her and spilled a little screwdriver on her low cut spaghetti top. I freaked out and told I was sorry like sixteen times until she put her finger up to my lips.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “It’s not like anyone’s looking down there anyways.” Stephanie has small tits, that’s what she means. It’s not that it matters. She’s extremely pretty, and very sexy. I realized that once I looked at her, her finger still on my lips. She had bright red curly hair and sharp shoulder bones. Her eyes were deep green and her breath smelled like whiskey. Honestly, I was kinda turned on by her, but I had never tried fooling around with girls before. I’d tell her that later and she’d teach me how, but that’s a different story.

“You ever tried X before?” she asked me. I didn’t want to say no because I’d sound stupid but before I could answer her back, she used her finger to pry open my mouth. She put this little tiny pill into it then shut my lips back together.
“Swallow.” She said. And I did. I remember the feeling of my first time well. My body started like pulsing and everything felt all wavy and good. I wanted to touch everything, especially Stephanie. I did a little bit and she just giggled and told me I was trouble. I hooked up with some guy that night. I don’t remember his name, but he was very rough with me and I was sore in the morning. The sex was pretty good though. I came like crazy riding his cock that night. Later the next day Stephanie asked about it. She loved to hear all the dirty details like how he came in my mouth and rubbed my clit as he fucked me from behind. She said that my story got her all hot and that she thought I was a fun person.

Stephanie and I hung out all the time after that. We’d go to parties all the time and she would introduce me to all sorts of interesting people and drugs. I loved drugs, I learned very quickly. So much that soon my student loan money was almost gone. When I told Stephanie this she just laughed at me and said there was a simple solution to my problem. I didn’t know what she meant. My schedule was full and I couldn’t get a job. I told her this to and then she said to me, “Poor little girl. You’re forgetting your assets.”

I asked her what my “assets” were. She just stood up, pinched my lips, grabbed my tits (which again made me kind of lightheaded) , then bent me over and slapped me on the ass. “You’re giving away what you could be selling.” I told her there was no way I could do what I thought she was telling me to do. She just shrugged and said that there are just some things a party girls gotta do to make sure the fun doesn’t stop. And with that she showed me how to meet horny people online. She set up an ad for me and told me just to wait and soon the money would be rolling in.

She wasn’t lying.

A few days later was my first paid job. It was this nerdy guy named Eric who lived on campus. He told me to come by his dorm room around noon because his roommate had algebra or something like that at noon. So I did.

Eric was kinda sad looking. Really pale and scrawny with glasses. He let me in and told me to wait a second while he “saved his game.” He was playing Playstation! I stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. I did look hot though. Stephanie helped me pick out what to wear. It wasn’t much- a big brown fur coat (it was the fall semester so I could get away with it) with nothing underneath but a green lacy bra (the same one I had since high school) and a teeny green thong that I borrowed from Stephanie’s closet. I took the longest time to work up the courage to even walk across campus in that thing. But staring in the mirror at myself- perky tits, hard nipples (mainly from knowing that Stephanie was watching me get dressed and undressed), my thick round ass totally showing except for the tiny green string down the middle…I would have fucked myself, honestly.

Eric just kept playing as I stood there. It was really awkward actually. That is until I just dropped the coat. Being all exposed like that really got me going. I thought of Stephanie and the pointers she gave me…then just about Stephanie. I could feel myself getting wet all over. I was still kind of sore from the frat party…but I wanted something badly. But he just kept playing!! So I did what I thought Stephanie would do.

I walked over to Eric, kneeled in front of his chair, and started to unzip his pants. He tried to say something but before he could say it all I already had his cock in my hand. He was big for a nerdy guy. It surprised me. Knowing that he was turned on by me got me really horny. I started stroking him slowly just watching the surprised and scared face he was making. Then I thought of something to really get him going. I pulled the bra down over my chest, took his hands off the controller, and put them both right on my tits. My nipples were hard against his palms and he couldn’t help but swallow all nervous like from the surprise attack. Then I really got him. I put his hard cock right in my mouth and went to town. I sucked so hard, I tried to swallow him whole. He started moaning and wiggling all over the place. Spit was going everywhere and I’d pull him out just long enough to stroke him really fast in loud slurping sound, that sound a soaked cock makes in a tight fist. His breathing sped up and I knew, especially since this was probably his first blowjob, that he was about to cum so I rammed him down really hard, I could feel the head of his cock banging against the back of my throat. Then he started to shake and jerk around, his cum coating my insides, dripping down into my stomach.

And just like that, he handed me the money, his pants and cum-soaked dick still pointing upwards, pants around his ankles. I put on the coat. And started to walk out the door (after I kissed him on the forehead for paying me way too much). As I reached for the doorknob I heard him say “Wait!”

He asked me for my phone number. Eric was my first regular client. Stephanie would be so proud. I ran back across campus to my room. I rubbed my clit furiously before my roommate could get back. I came hard and loud, not realizing I was screaming Stephanie’s name. I showered, then went to tell her my story.

That was about a year ago. Now I have about 20 regular clients - even Stephanie says she’s never had that many regulars. Occasionally some new people pop up for one or two fun times then they just kind of disappear. Actually, my last job was like that. The Clints. They were fun.

The Clints lived in a little sub-division near school. A nice place with a neat lawn. They had this crazy chandelier hanging right where you walk in through the front door. They paid well, and all they wanted was a threesome- which I’m used to by now. We had a few drinks first, which was nice- really expensive tasting wine. I was kinda tipsy once we started. Not to mention I made the fortunate “accident” of taking some X before going there. They led me to their bedroom and started to undress. Mrs. Clint told me to wait. She walked over to the door and leaned against it. Mr. Clint sat on the bed, propping himself against the headboard.

“I want you to undress for my husband,” Mrs. Clint said, “I want to see him get hard watching you.”

I took it nice and slow. I placed my jacket neatly on a nearby chair, unbuttoned my blouse and started for my bra when Mr. Clint spoke up.

“Slower,” he said. He was already rock hard, his dick laid on his stomach and he was stroking it slowly, up and down. I looked to his wife who had started to rub her hands across her chest, pausing to trace circles around her nipples with her fingertips. Mr. Clint licked his had for lube, one stroke and his cock was all shiny in the light coming through the window. I was soaked after seeing all of this. It was hard to undress all the way, especially taking my time, because I had began to shake with excitement. I wanted that cock inside me. He was huge, and his head was swollen and pink. I licked my lips and told him this. His wife chuckled.

“Bend over,” he said, “Against the wall.”

He must have ran to me because as soon as my hands touched the windowsill I felt him enter me all the way. We both moaned in unison. He wasted no time, pounding in and out. I could feel my insides stretching and clenching around his cock, that hard pink head beating at the door of my stomach.

Mrs. Clint spoke up, “Does her pussy feel good? Is it nice and wet? Is she young and tight, baby?”

He didn’t have to answer. His moans and screams of “Goddamn!” did the trick. I could feel myself already about to cum, but it wasn’t time yet. I still secretly waited for the wife. The woman is always the fun part.

All of a sudden I felt the cock leave me. Mrs. Clint had thrown her man down on the bed. Her naked body, HUGE tits bouncing high into the air, neatly trimmed bush and all ripped my attention away from her husband. She was riding him hard, screaming and gasping. In between moans she pointed to Mr. Clint’s mouth.

“Get yours, honey,” she said. I was glad to do the honors.

Mr. Clint was an expert. He ran circles with his tongue deep inside me. I was almost embarrassed because of how wet I was. His face was soaked in spit and pussy in seconds. And the best part of all, I was facing his brunette bombshell of a wife, watching her scream and shake, lifted into the air by her husband’s fat, swollen dick.

Then the world began to spin. Maybe it was the X, or maybe just from the thick fog of sweat and sex in the air but all of a sudden my entire career as a call girl flashed before my eyes- the random, encounters, Eric, the tiny green thong…then Stephanie.

I came like a fucking bomb exploded inside me. Bright colors and beautiful swirls of light shifted and burst around me, my cunt tightened inside, reaching out for the tongue that did the job. What felt like hours later, I came to, still in the midst of an orgasm, and realized that Mrs. Clint had me by the hair, kissing me so hard it hurt. She breathed into me forcefully. She was coming too.

We slowed to a point of ecstatic shivers. Staring at each other in amazement, until Mr. Clint said something like, “On your knees! Now!”

Like a dream, we knelt together- wife and call girl- while Mr. Clint blew a endless, hot load of cum across both our faces. It was warm and thick, filling parts of my mouth, getting in my hair, and on my neck, dripping down to my tits.

We all collapsed.

A handful of money and a shower later, it was another day and another dollar.

I went straight over to Stephanie’s to tell her the amazing story.

She was pleased.

Pleased enough to show me another trick or two herself, finally.

But that’s another story.