" Your what?" I asked. I wanted to make sure I heard her right. She looked no more than 18 ... maybe 19, but with a mouth like an old sailor. Her long...brown hair was a mess of tangles."My johns, my clients." She looked at me like I just wasn't getting it. "Jesus, you really are an idiot. They were my customers. They were going to pay me a hundred dollars to have sex with all three of them."I looked at her dumbfounded. "You're a prostitute?" Oh very good, you finally worked it out. At this rate. "Oh yeah baby, you like that? You like daddy's dick? I know you do. Damn, I never thought you were into this, if I had, you would have been sucking my dick a lot sooner, boy." I was gagging and tears were streaming down my face, but I found it exhilarating. This handsome black man was using me for his primal sexual needs. I was loving every second. After a few minutes, he stopped his onslaught on my mouth. "Damn, son, you are damn good at sucking dick," he said. "Is that your. ” She smiled, “same for me. Better that way.” The engine ignited, rapidly tearing up to fever pitch as the cabin began to vibrate, temperature rising quickly as the environmental controls struggled with their initial adjustments. There was the vague sensation of movement, quickly quelled as the sedative began to take effect. Then we were gone. Three weeks passed as we took turns on watch, one scanning the inky star-field relayed via the Kon Tiki’s monitors for life while the other tended house,. I would turn and twist and often masturbate again splattering the mirror with white, sticky streaks, evidence of my manliness.I had begun to take things slowly, learning to edge myself without even knowing what it was, just knowing that the longer I took, the more explosive my cumming would be.So how often would I take things into my own hands? It depended how much time I had. In the summer, when I was home all day, I would rarely even bother getting dressed, rubbing my dick all throughout the.