I would do anything to make my mother’s life easier. That’s one of the reasons I enrolled in a university to study finance. My plan was to find employment in a big hedge fund firm and support my mother. She is my saviour and everything I would want to be as a woman.
Since Dad left us, she has busted her ass off to make ends meet. I feel so sorry for her, and I would do anything to relieve her of the burden that borderline poverty enforces. She wakes up every morning at 4:30 to pack me a lunchbox when there’s food and to be ready by 5:30 so that she can be at the bus station before 6:00 to be at work before 7:00.
She finishes cleaning the offices in a downtown building at 3 pm, then arrives at Mr Irwin’s house by 4 pm to clean his place. She’s exhausted by the time she gets home at 9 pm.
I cook after I finish studying, but on most days, she’s too tired to even work up an appetite. I often have to force her to eat. It broke my heart to see her gradually lose weight over the last eight months. She even works the full day on Saturdays and half day on Sundays.
Mom asked me how I managed to buy food on the days that she couldn’t afford it. I usually tell her that Mary, my non-existent friend whom she’s never met, made some food and brought it for me. She always tells me to thank Mary for her generosity. Mom doesn’t know that I do favours for the guys at varsity.
What favours. you ask? The ones I wish I didn’t have to do, but they pay the bills.
It started in my second year of studies. A small bank granted me a bursary, but towards the end of my first year of studies, they bankrupted. Needless to say, I no longer had a sponsor to complete my studies. And I had to get my degree for my and my Mom’s sake. She still thinks that the bank is paying for my studies.
When the bank stopped paying my fees, I used my savings to foot the bill. But that was enough to finance one semester. I asked my manager to increase my hours, and that helped. My tips increased because my service is really good, but the extra hours helped only so much. Eventually, I became really desperate when end-of-year approached and I had to pay to write my exams so I could stand a chance of studying the second year’s curriculum.
Everything ended up working out, and I’m now in my final year and only a few months from graduating. But I had to pay the price, and I don’t mean just studying. I had to suck a lot of dicks to get the funds for my studies.
It started when I met Jake.
He hit on me as I was walking into the library. He told me how he had money and that he wanted to show me a good time. At the time, the deadline for my tuition payment was weeks away, and I was short of a couple of thousand dollars.
Jake took me out and told me about his fantasy of getting his dick sucked at the varsity’s toilets. He had a kink for public sex and said that he had banged two strippers on the beach and several prostitutes in a park at night.
I really didn’t want to satisfy his fetish, but I had no choice. He said he’d pay me three hundred dollars to suck his dick and to cum on my face in the bathroom.
I had never done that before, so I thought about it for the next few days. I eventually submitted to his demands and met him after my first class in the men’s bathrooms on campus. He told me that he would wait for me in a stall.
Two guys were on their way out as I walked in. After they saw me, they looked at each other and then smiled. I looked down, feeling like Jake had told them about what I was going to do.
I knocked on a stall, and he opened it. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. He smiled at me, and I forced myself to curl my lips. Jake looked at his crotch, then at me. I got on my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants.
I pulled down his pants and then clutched the elastic on his jocks before pulling them down as well. He was hard. I must admit that he had a pretty big dick. As I thought about what I was doing, I reminded myself that it was for the greater good. The money would bring me closer to my dream of graduating and helping my mother.
My lips pressed against the head of his dick. He held my head with both hands and pulled it. My lips slid down his dick, eventually engulfing it. I closed my eyes and heard him murmur. I bobbed my head on his dick, my wet lips moistening his dick as they ran up and down it.
He grunted as I licked his head. I could tell that he loved that, so I continued. I thought I’d get a tip if I serviced him well.
I pulled back and grabbed his dick, then raised it so his balls were exposed more. I sucked one of his balls while stroking his dick.
“That’s it. I like that,” he said.
I gave him more of what he wanted. He giggled as I tickled his balls. I knew he enjoyed that, but it was also my way of getting him to cum quicker. Although I wanted to satisfy him, I wanted him to climax as soon as possible.
I licked his one ball while tickling the other. His forehead wrinkled, and his eyebrows neared. I saw that he was close to cumming when his face flushed. I closed my eyes again and then felt his cum splatter on my face. He groaned as the last drops of cum dripped onto my face.
I didn’t enjoy his cum on my face, but he did tip well.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d do that. Mom raised me to respect my body and to let only my husband enjoy it. She said that really good men want a good girl, not one that gets around. I wanted to be that girl, but I could no longer stand to see her struggle so much and barely have enough to pay all the bills.
What was worse than bringing Jake’s fantasy to life was that he told everyone about it. Well, it was bad for my reputation but good for my pocket.
His rich friends contacted me to ask if I would be willing to suck their dicks in the bathroom. I wanted to say, no, but I needed the money.
After sucking a few dicks and licking some guy’s asshole, I was propositioned to make even more money. One guy at varsity offered me $600 to have sex with him in the bathroom. How could I say no to that?
I promised myself that I’d do it only that one time. Ugh, who was I kidding? Once more offers poured in, I was at their mercy. The money was too good to pass up on, and I only needed to do it for a few months so I could save up enough money to fund the remainder of my studies.
At the cafeteria on Monday, I stood in line to get a coffee and a sandwich before class.
“That’s a good choice. I’ve had that before. You’re going to enjoy it,” said a guy behind me after I requested the chicken Caesar sandwich.
I turned around and saw a guy with short hair, glasses, a checkered shirt tucked in his pants, and his smile suggested he was unharmful.
I smiled and said, “I’m sure I will.”
After I paid for the sandwich, I sat at the nearest table.
“Sorry if I’m bothering you, I just wanted to introduce myself.” He stood at my table as I dug into the sandwich. “I’m Doug.”
“Jackie. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to say, hi.”
Usually, I’d be really annoyed if somebody spoke to me while I ate, but something about Doug’s calm demeanour suggested that I should give him a chance.
I offered him a seat, and he thanked me. I liked that he was polite. During the conversation, he revealed his nerves by blushing and stuttering. I thought it was cute. At least, he had the courage to approach me and start a conversation. He showed more courage than most of the guys on campus.
He asked a lot of questions about my life, which flattered me. Most men weren’t interested in getting to know me. They liked me because of my looks, but Doug was different. He listened to the details and then mentioned them later in the conversation to take it further.
Half an hour later, I looked at my watch. “Oh, shoot. I have to get to class,” I said. “It was nice talking to you.”
He stood up at the same time as me. “I enjoyed talking to you. It would be great if we could carry on another time.”
I smiled and said, “Sure, that sounds lovely.”
He called me two days later and asked to meet me at the cafeteria. When I arrived, he had a sandwich in front of him and another across the table. I sat after greeting him.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I bought you a sandwich so you wouldn’t have to wait in line,” he said.
I looked at it, then smiled at him. That was the sweetest thing anybody had done for me. How thoughtful of him.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to drink, so I got you water,” he added. “Hope that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect.”
He mentioned a few things about himself but let me talk about myself for the majority of the conversation. It was so nice not to have to listen to some jock brag about how much money he’s got and the number of touchdowns he scored playing football.
Doug was different from all the other guys.
On our third date, he kissed me. His lips were soft, and the look in his eyes after our lips separated suggested that was the most special kiss he had. I felt the same. I really wanted to see how serious he was about me, so I withheld sex, not that he had mentioned it. Because of that, I respected him even more.
I must admit I wanted to suggest that we have sex after six months of dating because I was attracted to him, but I wanted him to bring it up. He wasn’t muscular, nor did he have a chiselled jaw line, but his charm made him attractive.
Our one-year dating anniversary was two months before graduation. We spoke about the future, marriage particularly. He said that he was serious about putting a ring on my finger after getting a good job, and we agreed on having a boy and a girl.
I really looked forward to spending the rest of my life with him. I just knew that he was the one for me. My heart told me so, and Mom always told me to follow my heart because it would never lead me in the wrong direction.
A week before exams, a guy in my class caught up to me in the hallway after the lecture.
“Heard you help guys with their fantasies,” he said.
My lips tightened, and I glared at him. “Not anymore.”
“That’s too bad because I pay well. I can give you $700 for a quickie in the toilets. I’m not into anything weird. I just heard that’s your speciality and wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
At any other point in my life, I would’ve said, hell no. But Mom had lost her job last week because the company she cleaned for had closed down. Mr Irwin had moved away, so she had no money to pay for rent and to buy food. Seeing her stress broke my heart, especially because I had used all the money that I had saved to pay for my tuition last month. If only I knew that she was going to lose her job, I would’ve given her all of my money.
I looked down and exhaled through my nose. I didn’t want to take him up on his offer, but I felt I had no choice.
We met the following day in the bathroom late in the afternoon. The fewer people that were on campus, the less the chances were of guys walking into the bathroom while we were busy. I had always used the bathrooms in the IT building because they were poorly lit and tucked away in the corner. Very few people used them.
I first gave him a blow job. He, then, told me to sit on top of him as he sat on the toilet seat. I rode him, my hands on his shoulders, and he looked up at me, smiling.
He spanked my ass several times and said, “Oh, yeah. You know what daddy likes.”
I didn’t particularly find that to be a turn-on, but I played along to fulfill his fantasy. I saw a vein protrude from his forehead, and his face slightly flushed. It was evident to me that he was going to cum.
I got off him and then got on my knees. He stood in front of me and told me to open my mouth. His cum shot inside my mouth and some on my face.
I used toilet paper to wipe his cum off my face and then unlatched the bathroom stall. As I stepped out of it, Doug walked into the bathroom. His smile quickly faded, and he frowned.
My stomach turned upside down. I wanted the ground to swallow me up and spit me out on a different planet.
“Jackie, what are you doing here?”
I looked down. The guy walked out of the stall and said, “Excuse me,” as he walked past me and out of the bathroom.
I couldn’t bring myself to raise my eyes to Doug’s. He was hurting. I was hurting. Never had I felt so disgusted with myself than I had in that moment. I let him down and myself even more.
I closed my eyes and scuttled out of the bathroom.
That was the last time I saw Doug. I called him several times after that day, but he never answered. The campus was practically empty after the exams, so I wasn’t going to run into him by accident.
After graduation, I secured an internship at an investment firm. I was in private equity, and my boss was satisfied with my performance. He told me that a good-paying position awaited me at the company after I completed my internship.
Everything seemed to be going according to plan. I graduated and then got my dream job so that I could support Mom. I knew that nothing was going to make her happier than knowing she no longer had to worry about paying the rent and that I would take care of her in her old days.
If only that’s how it worked out.
Shortly after I started my internship, Mom was diagnosed with colorectal cancer. She died six months later.
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