No blowjobs

I was born to a whore. She could not afford spending money on my studies so she handed me to her pimp, The Pimp. When he wasn't on top of me, he taught me literature and mathematics. He himself had a really bad taste in literature but encouraged me to read classics and whatever I wanted. While he sat reading some cheap porno whose name nobody has ever heard I read Wilde, Camus, Kafka and other authors that make you sound pretentious but are actually quite good.

The Pimp, as I said was my guardian because my mother didn't need me. But apparently he forbade my whore of a mother to throw me out because he saw my "market value" when I was still swaddled in a rag.

When I turned eighteen, he said I could pick my own clients now but oddly I never truly got the opportunity. He always picked the most healthy and wealthy looking clients for me who weren't exactly reject-able.

Well there are two things about me that make me quite appealing to older men, he said, first, that my brain is a mush because I read books that numbs me towards the world and second, that I can't give a blow job.

"Why did you not teach me that?" I asked one night, when he was in my bed, caressing my feet.

He smiled and said, "How could I do that to my daughter?"

I sighed and let him suck on my toes.

~

But when I turned twenty one, he said now I'll have a "MAIN CLIENT" who will actually be my bread winner. It meant a man who would exclusively choose me, over and over again during his all visits. I could also be escorted to where he wanted me to. I would also be allowed to go on vacations with him.

On one random afternoon when all the whores in the pimp house were resting, The Pimp knocked at my chamber door and said he wants me to meet one of his "friends".

I fixed myself from head to toe, took my time yet hurried a little. I didn't want to tease a man for too long who was yet to see me. I looked at my lip gloss in the mirror and left my chambers with The Pimp. He saw me and licked his lips. But I ignored, not wanting to entertain him before meeting his "friend".

The room was furthest down the hall. It was one of the simpler rooms from all the decorated rooms our establishment provided. I softly knocked on the door and stood in anticipation. The door was opened by a tall but appropriately muscular man. The kind that you'd see getting in and out of good cars with beautiful ladies, most probably their wives or the kind you'd see winning in poker. He wore a white shirt tucked in his tailored trousers, his suit coat discarded on the bed.

"Come in," he said, his tone a little husky.

I entered and stood by the closed door. The room, or more specifically, he smelled like soft talcum and cigarette.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty two." I said.

"Truly?"

"Yes"

He looked at me and took a swig from a glass of whiskey from the nearby table.

Then he came to me, invading my space and stood mere inches away from me. His hand cupped the left side of my face and his thumb intruded my mouth. His thumb pried my mouth open and prodded my pointed canines.

"Open wide."

When I obeyed to my fullest potential, he frowned.

"Wider,"

I swallowed to moisten my mouth and said, " That's all," and opened my mouth wide to my fullest potential.

"Such small mouth," he remarked and continued to play with my tongue. His rough thumb tasted salty and sour at the same time.

"No blowjobs for me then," he said and let go of me. "Get on the bed."

Once again I obeyed and went to lay on the bed.

Habitually, I took the left corner of the bed. He frowned again but soon dissolved it with a smile.

"You are like a little wife,"

He undid the wrist buttons of his shirt and undid the button of his trousers before getting into the bed with me. He held my shoulder like how a husband would to his wife, urging her to have sex with him in the middle of the night. I averted my face and played hard.

Maybe he liked it cause he began kissing my shoulder as he maneuvered his fingers to undo my dress. He undressed me and left me in my underwear. I was still on my side with his chest pressed to my back. His hands kneaded my soft stomach and waist, as he sucked and licked the back of my neck. He shoved his knee between my legs, pressing them to my core. His trousers and my panties creating the friction that was hard to ignore.

He held my waist and went down kissing my back, along the spine before coming back up to rest his weight on top of my body, squeezing my pelvis and ribs under him as he kissed my ear.

My mouth was dry, as I kept huffing for air. He was overwhelming. He was assertive yet gentle.

He forced my face towards him and kissed my mouth. I played along and rested my wrists on his chest, tenderly pushing him off. I assumed he liked that too cause he trapped my torso in his arms and deepened the kiss. The mouth wasn't dry anymore.

When he let go of me from that frenzied kiss, he peeled off my panties and remained looking at my face. He peppered my breasts with kisses and sucked on my soft peaks. He was so gently with it. His teeth never grazing them.

His palm held the back of my neck while his other hand freed himself. He was big. Way too big for my mouth. Even with appropriate skills, my mouth could never satiate him. He parted my pussy lips, rubbing his cold fingers over my warm clit, he entered me.

I grunted which he seemed to like. It was oddly painful considering how many times I have already taken a penis. I held onto his pristine white shirt as he began moving. I was adequately wet but soon the wet sounds surprised my ears. I blushed for the first time in my life and groaned from pleasure.

He held my tender torso in his arms and slammed into my vessel, again and again. Sometimes, he was soft and deep and other times, he went fast and shallow.

For the first time, I wanted to look someone in the eye. For the first time, I wanted to see something pierce me, again and again, filling me with a feeling of not wanting this to end.

I cupped his face and he kissed me.

I genuinely cried out and moaned. I didn't know his name. Maybe he knew mine. But we only communicated via sweat, wet sounds that our organs made and huffs against each other's bodies.

He finished on my stomach, carefully avoiding my belly button. What a gentleman. There wasn't a lot but it was white and creamy. He wiped himself with a tissue and I stayed huffing, looking at his broad back. I took a few tissues and wiped myself as he lit a cigarette. He turned to look at me as he made smoke clouds. I turned to my side so I could see him properly, hold his gaze.

Something told me I could, so I inched towards him and rested my head on his thigh.

He caressed my hair and smoked three or four cigarettes.

~

When I woke up, he wasn't in the room.

After that day, I stopped receiving any more clients and he only frequented me. He didn't forbid me from taking other men but I felt oddly devoted.

He got me books and sweets as presents and fucked me like I was his wife.

A/N - Well, an odd one. Right?

One afternoon, I sat eating a banana. The girth would not be more than 4 to 4.5 cm.

This incident inspired this story when I went to take a shower with a single thought in my mind

"Um... I don't like giving blow jobs anyway."

P. S. I didn't edit it. Didn't feel like it. Ignore the grammar.