Bryan knocked on the door and immediately stood he in front of me and pointed to the ground. His first words to me were, “now, slut.” I knew what ...his meant so I dropped to my knees and took out his already erect penis. I went to work pleasing him. He decided he wanted to sit down on a chair and had me crawl to him. Off came my clothes and I got to business.I love sucking a man. For me, I’d say it is my favorite sexual act. I learned young that guys enjoy blow jobs and I worked hard at being. "Are you sure it looks normal to them?" I asked warily after oneparticularly burly man gave me a positively wilting glare. It certainlylooked like they were watching me. It certainly felt like I wasn'tinconspicuous."Of course!" she said with supreme certainty, but I wasn't so sure."Can I help you?" The waitress, a rotund, middle-aged woman asked. Shewas definitely looking me over with an unreadable expression, and Ishifted uncomfortably under her gaze."Table for two," Melinda chirped. My mind was going into oxygen-starved delirium but I couldn’t resist him, nor the urge that was building in my groin, churning through my balls and sending shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine. I was in a kind of overwhelming euphoria. All the time, we were still locked in our passionate kiss, sharing the same single breath, as my orgasm began to build. Then, from somewhere deep inside my body, a contained explosion occurred which then grew, overtaking my whole body, until, in a. (I am a naughty girl indeed :P ). But that was the end of it. But this time I got to fulfill my fantasy to the fullest.Immediately after my parents left, I began dressing up like Rajni. I decided to make myself look like a slut, so that I could get maximum stares and whistles from men, which was always my fantasy. I decided to wear western clothes since men in Mumbai are literally crazy for girls in short skirts, tights etc. I went with an almost transparent pink panty which only had a string.