I would get drunk and have sex. Simple, right? Right. I was 21 and in college, and partying was what college was for. I dressed in my sluttiest dress,...skipping underwear. The dress was long enough to cover my ass but short enough that when I bent over you could get a full view. I did my hair and makeup, making sure I looked vulnerable. Something that said 'I'm ready to be fucked'.I knew that had been accomplished, as when I went to the living room of my sorority, my friend Kate said, "Damn!. "And nobodywill notice that?" "Nope, really, just kneel on the floor and its just a dark shape! Look at some of those cars, mom! See the ones with just one person!" She did look around and did see quite a few single people shapes. "Maybe their dates are at the refreshment center," she weakly protestedbut her soft hand around the familiar throbbing hard cock she lustedfor was weakening her resistence. "All right," she gave in, "because I'm your date I guess this iswhat girls do at Drive. Oooooohh, sowmiya, if…If you keep that up, I’m gonna….Gonna cum in your…Mouth…Ahhhh,” I warned her. She heard me but didn’t pull back. Instead, she started going faster, taking my cock deeper inside her throat, and massaging my balls heavily. I tried really hard not to press her head down as she went up and down on my cock, but when I was about to shoot my load, I pushed her head further down, until her lips reached the base of my cock.She didn’t protest, just started milking my cock with her. That’s really expensive. Did you have to get a loan for that?”“I got a partial loan but it couldn’t pay for it all so I had to work on the side.”“Where did you work?” I enquire. She pauses for a second.“Well, I started off stripping at a downtown gentleman’s club, but after a year of that I found out I could make more money as an escort, strictly for high-end clientele, businessmen, lawyers, those types. So I went into that. After I paid for school and paid off my debts I quit the business. It.