I wanted to be her. I wanted to experience that kind of nonstop fucking. I cruised sites all the time looking to satisfy my desires. One day I stumble... onto a swinger type site. Couples were looking for others to “party” with. I knew Kenny would never have anything to do with something like this but could I? Alone, a single female, I could at least offer an opportunity for couples to experiment. I wasn’t ugly or fat. I was in my early twenties and was considered at least cute by my friends. . " He said wondering about HER choice of words."Well, I am, just like you're my gigolo behind closed doors. We do each others biddings for sexual gratification, but not for money, we do it for love. Am I making sense?" She asked."NOW, you are. I was confused at how you called yourself that, but now I understand." He answered."Well then, ... NOW you can go." She said with a little laugh. "Have a great day my lover, call when you can."Jared kissed the air for her hear and hung up to make his way. "Holding onto it with both hands, Paul took his head of of his mouth. "Please," his voice trembled, "... please... if this thing goes off in my mouth, it will blow my brains out the back of my head!" Then he stuck the tip back in his mouth and looked up at me pathetically.Okay. "Just tell me what's going on, Paul."He took the cockhead out of his mouth again and swallowed hard. "Well..."It's a penis. A marvelous, magical, mummified penis, my love.I first learned of the artifact the day after my. From then on I was doomed, he knew he could excite me and loved to tease me with it. I quickly started to feel less like a girlfriend and more like a sex toy, particularly when he began making me give him blow jobs. I didnt know about submission at the time, but the feeling of serving and pleasing someone sexually definitely effected me even though he was a jerk about it. Naturally this lead to sex, which he gave to me as his present on my 16th birthday. There was no passion or pleasure, just.