This new dancer did know how to dance, I felt on fire as his body brushed against mine and he entered a finger into me. I really need to come. But the...dance ended too soon. Approaching the table, Dwayne asked the guy if he would like to sit down a bit and chat. My mind was in a cloud, the alcohol and exposure was crying out to me. As I slid into and across the booth seating next to Dwayne, I knew my skirt had stuck on the seat material and pulled the slip wide open. I could feel the coolness in. I had no reluctance in servicing him and, at his urging, started to suck his penis harder. "I want to get off and come in your mouth, sweetie," he told me. He explained that I was giving him something called a "blow job." I was surprised by that amusing name since I was doing a lot of sucking and no blowing at all. As I sucked on his cock, daddy slowly loosened and pulled off my nightie. He explained that he would shoot a big load of his juices into my mouth when he climaxed. I wanted to. I was given the opportunity to live out a dream that most people will never obtain. The consequence to living this dream would be the destruction of three very close friendships. Even with knowing this, I still went into this situation acting on my passions and allowing my id to rule. This is my story. ~~ I started to gain confidence in my early twenties where women were concerned. I was in great shape, outgoing, assertive, and a great storyteller when it came to entertaining. I went on date. (Bang) "Shit," I muttered, as I looked at him. His body remained still, and I could still see his cock. I felt another smile blaze across my cheeks, as I faced the wall, and continued my assault on my pussy. “Shit,” I moaned. My back bent as I moaned louder, with my cum dripping to the floor. Tears came to my eyes. With my body going weak, my knees met the floor. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and the rest of my body was shaking. I breathed heavily, needing time to recover. Vulnerable, I.