In college I had a part time job with a cleaning service. One of my assignments was an office. The night about this story the lawyer was there. He got friendly, and nosy, and he put me over his work table. Holding me down he got his pants down, my shorts down, and moved in to get some from me. I was scared he would get me pregnant, so he want up my ass instead. I rubbed hard against the edge of the table as he got going on me. I had my first sex orgasm, and he came a minute later.
After letting me clean up with his handkerchief, he gave me a hundred dollar bill, more than a week's pay. He told me to come every week and he would take care of me. I made sure I was taking BC pills, and he gave me a hundred bucks each time. Normal weeks he used my vagina, red weeks he went back up my butthole. I no longer know if it was the money or the excitement. I went every week, wore a dress, no shorts. He liked that and got a charge out of pulling my panties off. He liked getting an eyeful so I kept myself groomed short.
All good things come to an end, I graduated and moved back to Charlotte. I married Albert, a lawyer. Straight laced. I haven't shared my college whore experience, and never paid taxes on my 'tip' income.
