I worked at many different jobs to pay my way through college. I waited tables, pumped gas and delivered pizza. You could say that I had a very well-rounded education. In addition to my scholastic education, I learned a dozen different trades. I feel a little sorry for those who have their college educations paid for by their daddies. They don't know what they missed.
I took whatever part-time jobs I could fit into my class schedule. It wasn't all work and no play. The drudgery and boredom were frequently relieved by erotic adventures, like the time I delivered pizza to six swingers who invited me to join the party. I was introduced to a lot of new perversions that night. While working the late-night shift at a gas station, a man walked in and invited me to screw his pretty wife right in front of him. Fucking that little beauty while he cheered me on is one of my fondest memories. When I was waiting tables, I nailed a cute waitress while we were on our break. But all of my experiences pale by comparison to those I had while working for the diva.
One day while I was whacking off with a copy of Gigantic Jigglers, I saw this ad in the classified section:
"Help wanted. Virile young man 18-22. Generous pay."
I called the number that followed the ad and spoke to a man who introduced himself as Martin. He wouldn't give me any details about the job but said that he was certain that I would enjoy it. He gave me an address and told me to report promptly at noon the following day for an interview.
I took the subway into the city and made my way to an ostentatious apartment building on the Upper West Side. I finally got past the doorman and took the elevator to a luxury suite on the top floor. A distinguished-looking older gentleman with gray temples opened the door. He introduced himself as Martin, but did not offer a handshake.
He led me through the luxurious apartment to a kitchen, where two women were talking. Both were exceptionally attractive, but one of them immediately stood out. She was a stunning brunette clad in a stylish designer outfit that showcased her statuesque build. The other woman was dressed in a simple maid's costume.
"Madam, the young man who called is here for his interview," Martin said.
"Very well," she answered. "I'll have to see you ejaculate. If you aren't a strong comer, there's no point in either of us wasting our time. Take your penis out and do it right here. Just let it go on the floor. Maria will clean it up."
I couldn't believe my ears! A woman I hadn't even been introduced to had just demanded that I jack off in front of her.
"I'm not sure I understand," I said.
"It's very simple," she said with an impatient frown. "I want to see you jack off. I have to know if you're good enough for the job."
I was still perplexed. I love to masturbate and doing it in front of a woman was one of my favorite fantasies. As I slowly unzipped my fly, I expected that classy bitch to slap my face and tell me that I had misunderstood her, but she didn't and my genitals were soon on display. Without even touching, my cock, it swelled to its full eight inches. Maria, the maid, stared at it for a few seconds and then turned back to her chore of peeling potatoes.
The butler and the classy dame were both staring at my cock. After she ordered me to get on with it, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to jerk. The maid pretended to be preoccupied with her work, but she managed to sneak an occasional peek. After only a minute or two, I felt myself losing control. "Here it comes," I said. Then I shot one of the biggest loads of my life. The first shot arched six feet through the air and landed at the maid's feet. Many more shots followed. The orgasm was so intense that it felt like my ass-hole was turning inside out. I'm sure I wouldn't have come so good without the audience. The maid's eyes grew wider with each spurt. I suddenly felt very foolish standing there with my dripping dick in my hand.
"An excellent ejaculation," the woman said. "I don't believe I have ever seen one quite so copious. What do you think, Martin?"
"I agree, Madam. He outdid the others by a wide margin. I counted eleven spurts."
"More like twelve or thirteen, Martin. Very well. Fill him in on the details."
Then the snooty bitch turned and strutted out of the room without even thanking me. As Martin led me out of the kitchen, the pretty maid reached for a mop. The idea of her cleaning up after me started making me horny all over again. Martin led me to a luxurious livingroom and poured me a whiskey on the rocks.
"Miss Drake is a world-renowned diva, one of the finest, if not the finest, sopranos in opera. During her performances, her vocal cords are pushed to the limit. She is convinced that fresh semen is the perfect balm for her most precious asset. She requires three doses, one just before going on stage, another during the first intermission, and another during the second intermission. She also sometimes needs a dose after her performance. I supply one dose, Carlos the chauffeur supplies another, and you will supply the rest. The young man who was providing that service until now has joined the military, and Miss Drake is desperate for a replacement. You will be well paid. Two-hundred dollars to start."
I was dumbfounded. That broad was crazy to believe such nonsense. The last time I had shot a load into a woman's mouth, she had complained that she had almost choked. But I desperately needed that money to buy textbooks, and I liked the idea of getting paid for jacking off.
"It sounds kind of whacky to me," I said. "But I'll give it a try."
"There is one other thing," Martin said. "Miss Drake is convinced that semen that is rich in sperms works best. Tomorrow you will go to a clinic that I will direct you to and you will have a sperm count. At the same time, you will be tested for sexually-transmitted diseases. If you pass those tests, you will have the job."
The following day I went to the clinic, jacked off in a cup, and turned the specimen over to a nurse. She scurried off and returned a few minutes later to tell me that it was one of the highest sperm counts she had ever seen.
As soon as I finished at the clinic, I called Martin to give him the good news. He didn't seem to care one way or the other.
"Very well, then. Miss Drake is starring as Lucia in Donizetti's "Lucia di Lammermoor" at the Met on Saturday. Meet us at the backstage door promptly at seven. That will give you four days to build up a good supply of sperm. I build up my own supply by masturbating without release. I suggest that you do the same. Miss Drake is a generous tipper, and if you serve her well, you will be rewarded."
I was accustomed to jacking off at least twice a day, so the next four days were sheer agony. Saturday finally arrived and I boarded the train into the city. The idea of soon getting sexual relief had my cock straining against my pantleg.
I made my way to the Metropolitan Opera and asked directions to the backstage door. I stood in the shadows and watched the performers enter the theater. I was so close to the orgasmic edge that I was afraid I would shoot off in my pants if I moved around too much. During my four-day abstention, I had watched dozens of pornographic videos. That, combined with constant masturbation, had given me a set of sensitive blue-balls.
A limo pulled up and Martin emerged from the front to open the door for his mistress. She passed me by without even acknowledging my existence.
"I hope you will be in good form this evening, young man," Martin said. "Lucia is a demanding role, and Miss Drake will need every drop of semen that we can provide to soothe her vocal cords."
"Well, I haven't shot off since you told me about this and my nuts are on the verge of exploding," I answered.
I followed him through the crowd to Miss Drake's dressing room. He and I took seats in a corner out of the way, and were joined by Carlos, the chauffeur, a few minutes later. As Miss Drake's dresser and makeup girl worked on her, she blossomed into an even greater beauty. At one point, she was clad only in a skimpy bra and panties. I nearly creamed my jeans, but by looking away and thinking about my football team's embarrassing defeat that day, I managed to stave off a disaster.
Martin turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Act Three will put the greatest strain on Miss Drake's voice. Therefore, she will take your dose during the second intermission. I will give her the first dose and Carlos will provide the second dose during the first intermission."
That was terrible news because it meant that I would have to wait for more than an hour for relief. If my mind kept drifting onto sex, I would never make it. I tried to think of anything but sex.
As soon as the dresser and makeup girl left, Martin pulled his cock and balls out through his fly and began to stroke. In the state I was in, just watching a guy masturbate could have set me off, so I tried not to watch. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had a cock that any man would be proud of. Only a few strokes were required to bring it to full hard.
What came next shocked me more than anything that had happened up to that point. Miss Drake snapped her fingers and her lackey immediately rushed forward to stuff his cock in her mouth. I could not believe my eyes. I had assumed that we would jack off in a cup and then she would drink it. I hadn't counted on getting a blow job. Even though I knew it was very risky to watch, I couldn't take my eyes off the erotic scene.
Either Miss Drake loved what she was doing, or she was giving it her best in order to coax out the biggest possible load. She twisted her beautiful head from side to side and varied the depths of the sucks. After about a minute, Martin's teeth chattered and his eyes rolled back as he shot his load.
I took whatever part-time jobs I could fit into my class schedule. It wasn't all work and no play. The drudgery and boredom were frequently relieved by erotic adventures, like the time I delivered pizza to six swingers who invited me to join the party. I was introduced to a lot of new perversions that night. While working the late-night shift at a gas station, a man walked in and invited me to screw his pretty wife right in front of him. Fucking that little beauty while he cheered me on is one of my fondest memories. When I was waiting tables, I nailed a cute waitress while we were on our break. But all of my experiences pale by comparison to those I had while working for the diva.
One day while I was whacking off with a copy of Gigantic Jigglers, I saw this ad in the classified section:
"Help wanted. Virile young man 18-22. Generous pay."
I called the number that followed the ad and spoke to a man who introduced himself as Martin. He wouldn't give me any details about the job but said that he was certain that I would enjoy it. He gave me an address and told me to report promptly at noon the following day for an interview.
I took the subway into the city and made my way to an ostentatious apartment building on the Upper West Side. I finally got past the doorman and took the elevator to a luxury suite on the top floor. A distinguished-looking older gentleman with gray temples opened the door. He introduced himself as Martin, but did not offer a handshake.
He led me through the luxurious apartment to a kitchen, where two women were talking. Both were exceptionally attractive, but one of them immediately stood out. She was a stunning brunette clad in a stylish designer outfit that showcased her statuesque build. The other woman was dressed in a simple maid's costume.
"Madam, the young man who called is here for his interview," Martin said.
"Very well," she answered. "I'll have to see you ejaculate. If you aren't a strong comer, there's no point in either of us wasting our time. Take your penis out and do it right here. Just let it go on the floor. Maria will clean it up."
I couldn't believe my ears! A woman I hadn't even been introduced to had just demanded that I jack off in front of her.
"I'm not sure I understand," I said.
"It's very simple," she said with an impatient frown. "I want to see you jack off. I have to know if you're good enough for the job."
I was still perplexed. I love to masturbate and doing it in front of a woman was one of my favorite fantasies. As I slowly unzipped my fly, I expected that classy bitch to slap my face and tell me that I had misunderstood her, but she didn't and my genitals were soon on display. Without even touching, my cock, it swelled to its full eight inches. Maria, the maid, stared at it for a few seconds and then turned back to her chore of peeling potatoes.
The butler and the classy dame were both staring at my cock. After she ordered me to get on with it, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to jerk. The maid pretended to be preoccupied with her work, but she managed to sneak an occasional peek. After only a minute or two, I felt myself losing control. "Here it comes," I said. Then I shot one of the biggest loads of my life. The first shot arched six feet through the air and landed at the maid's feet. Many more shots followed. The orgasm was so intense that it felt like my ass-hole was turning inside out. I'm sure I wouldn't have come so good without the audience. The maid's eyes grew wider with each spurt. I suddenly felt very foolish standing there with my dripping dick in my hand.
"An excellent ejaculation," the woman said. "I don't believe I have ever seen one quite so copious. What do you think, Martin?"
"I agree, Madam. He outdid the others by a wide margin. I counted eleven spurts."
"More like twelve or thirteen, Martin. Very well. Fill him in on the details."
Then the snooty bitch turned and strutted out of the room without even thanking me. As Martin led me out of the kitchen, the pretty maid reached for a mop. The idea of her cleaning up after me started making me horny all over again. Martin led me to a luxurious livingroom and poured me a whiskey on the rocks.
"Miss Drake is a world-renowned diva, one of the finest, if not the finest, sopranos in opera. During her performances, her vocal cords are pushed to the limit. She is convinced that fresh semen is the perfect balm for her most precious asset. She requires three doses, one just before going on stage, another during the first intermission, and another during the second intermission. She also sometimes needs a dose after her performance. I supply one dose, Carlos the chauffeur supplies another, and you will supply the rest. The young man who was providing that service until now has joined the military, and Miss Drake is desperate for a replacement. You will be well paid. Two-hundred dollars to start."
I was dumbfounded. That broad was crazy to believe such nonsense. The last time I had shot a load into a woman's mouth, she had complained that she had almost choked. But I desperately needed that money to buy textbooks, and I liked the idea of getting paid for jacking off.
"It sounds kind of whacky to me," I said. "But I'll give it a try."
"There is one other thing," Martin said. "Miss Drake is convinced that semen that is rich in sperms works best. Tomorrow you will go to a clinic that I will direct you to and you will have a sperm count. At the same time, you will be tested for sexually-transmitted diseases. If you pass those tests, you will have the job."
The following day I went to the clinic, jacked off in a cup, and turned the specimen over to a nurse. She scurried off and returned a few minutes later to tell me that it was one of the highest sperm counts she had ever seen.
As soon as I finished at the clinic, I called Martin to give him the good news. He didn't seem to care one way or the other.
"Very well, then. Miss Drake is starring as Lucia in Donizetti's "Lucia di Lammermoor" at the Met on Saturday. Meet us at the backstage door promptly at seven. That will give you four days to build up a good supply of sperm. I build up my own supply by masturbating without release. I suggest that you do the same. Miss Drake is a generous tipper, and if you serve her well, you will be rewarded."
I was accustomed to jacking off at least twice a day, so the next four days were sheer agony. Saturday finally arrived and I boarded the train into the city. The idea of soon getting sexual relief had my cock straining against my pantleg.
I made my way to the Metropolitan Opera and asked directions to the backstage door. I stood in the shadows and watched the performers enter the theater. I was so close to the orgasmic edge that I was afraid I would shoot off in my pants if I moved around too much. During my four-day abstention, I had watched dozens of pornographic videos. That, combined with constant masturbation, had given me a set of sensitive blue-balls.
A limo pulled up and Martin emerged from the front to open the door for his mistress. She passed me by without even acknowledging my existence.
"I hope you will be in good form this evening, young man," Martin said. "Lucia is a demanding role, and Miss Drake will need every drop of semen that we can provide to soothe her vocal cords."
"Well, I haven't shot off since you told me about this and my nuts are on the verge of exploding," I answered.
I followed him through the crowd to Miss Drake's dressing room. He and I took seats in a corner out of the way, and were joined by Carlos, the chauffeur, a few minutes later. As Miss Drake's dresser and makeup girl worked on her, she blossomed into an even greater beauty. At one point, she was clad only in a skimpy bra and panties. I nearly creamed my jeans, but by looking away and thinking about my football team's embarrassing defeat that day, I managed to stave off a disaster.
Martin turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Act Three will put the greatest strain on Miss Drake's voice. Therefore, she will take your dose during the second intermission. I will give her the first dose and Carlos will provide the second dose during the first intermission."
That was terrible news because it meant that I would have to wait for more than an hour for relief. If my mind kept drifting onto sex, I would never make it. I tried to think of anything but sex.
As soon as the dresser and makeup girl left, Martin pulled his cock and balls out through his fly and began to stroke. In the state I was in, just watching a guy masturbate could have set me off, so I tried not to watch. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had a cock that any man would be proud of. Only a few strokes were required to bring it to full hard.
What came next shocked me more than anything that had happened up to that point. Miss Drake snapped her fingers and her lackey immediately rushed forward to stuff his cock in her mouth. I could not believe my eyes. I had assumed that we would jack off in a cup and then she would drink it. I hadn't counted on getting a blow job. Even though I knew it was very risky to watch, I couldn't take my eyes off the erotic scene.
Either Miss Drake loved what she was doing, or she was giving it her best in order to coax out the biggest possible load. She twisted her beautiful head from side to side and varied the depths of the sucks. After about a minute, Martin's teeth chattered and his eyes rolled back as he shot his load.