My Life as a Sex-o-Gram: Book Two

By Nikki Blaise

Contents:
1. The Student Party
Me and a partyful of horny students.

2. The Security Guard
His dream come true - he catches me stealing and I offer sex in return for him not calling the Police. Of course, it's all pre-arranged by his best buddy.

3. The Burglar
Two men arrange for me to break into their house and punish me severely with the wife sleeping upstairs.

4. The Booty Call
Sometimes it just has to be about me.

5. The Shower
Naughty Mr Robinson calls me back to school, and this time he's invited a friend along. I take a shower in the girls' changing rooms.

6. The Job Interview
I pose as an interviewee, so desperate for a job I'll do literally . . . anything.

7. The Lock-in
Old-fashioned orgy fun.

8. The Induction of Penny
Breaking in the new girl.

9. The Football
A well-known Premiership football team celebrate their first win of the season.

10. The Movers
Moving house and not enough money to tip the hunky movers - what's a poor working girl to do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Blaise
• Release date: Aug 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466046702

Nikki Blaise

Books by Nikki Blaise so far: My Life as a Sex-o-Gram Book 1 My Life as a Sex-o-Gram Book 2 My Life as a Sex-o-Gram Book 3 Prescription for Passion - a novel Juicy Morsels Adult Education Coming soon... The Book of Firsts With Holly J Gill Desires Touching Angel’s Desires Desires’ Secrets About the author Nikki Blaise likes cats, erotic art, sex, running, music, writing and singing (badly and drunkenly). She writes naughty stories she daren't tell her mother about and lives in London with her collection of carnivorous plants. Will tweet for money.

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FOREWORD

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1: The Student Party

Gotta love student parties! I got booked for three hours to go to this party one night the other week. The lad who booked me asked me to wear a purple flower corsage, one of those fake ones that pins on. The lads had been tipped off about the flower corsage so they would know who I was, but the girls were supposed to think I was just another student.

I got myself a new dress for the occasion – well it’s not often I get a chance to go to a party like a normal person! It was one of those little skimpy affairs from Jane Norman, with the flirty handkerchief hems. I wore a black lacy plunge bra and matching black thong with it, but no stockings, instead topping up my tan and buffing my legs to a shine. When I got there I was met at the gate by a very polite young man who told me he was called Jeff.

You look very nice, he said, his smile deepening when he clocked my purple corsage.

It’d be funny if one of the other girls had decided to wear one of these, I said, touching it. She’d get all these guys coming on to her and wonder why!

Jeff chuckled. Lucky girl!

We walked up the long drive for several minutes before I decided to raise a question that had been bothering me since I took the booking.

Question. What if people ask me what I’m studying and I say, for example, Dance or whatever, and there is someone on that same course who doesn’t recognise me?

Jeff frowned and thought for a moment. Well, how about we say you’re a friend of mine from a different Uni? he suggested.

OK. Works for me, I said with a shrug. When we got to the halls of residence, the party was banging. Cases of beer were everywhere and there was a huge bowl full of indeterminate punch in the kitchen. Empty bottles and juice cartons were grouped beside it, together with an unsteady stack of plastic cups threatening to topple onto the floor.

Punch? Jeff offered.

Just a small one, I said cautiously. I don’t normally drink too much when I’m working, just enough to be social, and I didn’t know what was in this. He found a clean plastic cup, dipped it in the bowl and handed it to me.

We all clubbed together to pay for you, Jeff said proudly as I sipped my punch. It was surprisingly good.

How many? I said, wondering how many guys I was expected to service this evening. I had changed my terms a while ago, charging by the hour rather than by the cock – I figured it was fairer, but there was still only so much a girl could do.

Oh, don’t worry, you don’t have to sleep with everyone. Some though. Definitely me, he added hurriedly. But one of the things we want you to do is kind of . . . loosen the other girls up. Sometimes when the girls are really drunk, if someone takes off their top and started dancing sexily or something, the others will follow.

And you want me to be the one to start it off?

Yes.

So you end up with a drunken student orgy?

Absolutely. Jeff’s eyebrows waggled and he grinned. Come on, come and meet the others.

Jeff introduced me to everyone as an old school friend who was studying at the University of Manchester and had come to visit. The guys clocked my corsage and it was amusing to see the calculating leers spread over their faces as they looked me up and down, and then try to mask said leers so the girls didn’t notice anything. The girls were mostly friendly. The question I was asked most was, What are you studying? I told everyone Dance. I am actually a very good dancer – I did ballet from age three, and then tap and jazz. I also did a course in exotic dancing before I started being a strippergram. It’s a useful skill.

I spent a while just mingling, then a guy with a dirty blonde ponytail came up to me. He made sure I was the one wearing the purple corsage before murmuring in my ear, You’re her aren’t you?

Well, I’m definitely me! I replied, amused.

No, I mean, you’re the one we paid for.

Yes, that would be me.

Nice. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering over my tits. Do you wanna, uh, you know, come into my room? he asked my cleavage.

He seemed nervous and I smiled to reassure him. The room was obviously a male habitat – piles of clothes lay everywhere and the walls were papered with large posters of scantily clad young ladies. A sharp, unwashed smell hung in the air. He twitched at the duvet on the unmade bed so it was a little straighter before sitting down and patting the bed next to him invitingly. I lowered myself next to him on the rumpled bed and he launched himself at me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away, trying not to seem repulsed. I don’t usually do kissing on jobs – I love sex, but most guys I meet don’t do kissing well, especially young ones, and half a pint of someone else’s beer-flavoured saliva in your mouth isn’t sexy.

Instead, I guided his head down to my breasts and he happily popped them out and buried his head in them, gulping and kneading like a feeding kitten. God you’re so hot, I heard him mumble. I reached my hand down to his cock and traced the straining outline beneath his jeans. He quivered and abandoned my breasts for a second to unzip his fly and drop his jeans and pants. I grazed my fingers against his cock, kneeling down on the sticky floor to admire it before licking the tip ever so gently. A jolt shuddered his body and he gasped.

I licked his balls, taking them into my mouth and sucking gently, working my tongue around the skin. I ran my tongue up one side of his shaft, licked his swollen tip for a second, before running it down the other side, then blowing on the wet trail I had made. He shivered. I cupped his balls with my hand, squeezing gently and working the two globes inside as I gently took just the tip of his cock into mouth and sucked for a second before releasing it. I looked up at him. His head was flung back and his eyes were closed. Letting a mouthful of saliva drip over his cock I set to work in earnest, gliding my wet mouth down his shaft and wrapping my fingers gently round the base. I slid my mouth up and down, increasing suction as I did so. He started to thrust and moan and I began to move my hand in time with my mouth, matching my movements with his.

Fuck, yeah, I heard him moan, putting his hands on my head as if to hold me there as he rammed his cock artlessly into my mouth. As he began to lose control I laced both my hands around the base of his cock and squeezed hard, clamping my lips round his cock and flickering my tongue over the end. I’m gonna cum, he gasped out, a second before surges of salty fluid burst onto my tongue. I sucked it all out, swallowing as he writhed with the aftershocks. I kept my mouth wrapped around his cock until he finished juddering before releasing him. He let out a, Whoo, and lay back limply on the bed, catching his breath. I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth, taking a swig of my punch. That was the best blow job I ever had! he said, once he could speak. Worth every fucking penny.

Good, I said, standing up and putting my boobs back where they belonged. We aim to please!

I was horny now. I went back out into the corridor. Everyone was very drunk; girls lay giggling on the floor, being groped by boys.

Let’s get this party started! I sang out, starting to improvise a sexy dance routine to the music. A small crowd started to gather as I undulated against a door frame, the only handy substitute for a pole. I ground my pussy against the door frame and bent backwards, holding onto the frame with one hand and letting the other hand run down my body sensually before touching the floor. Straightening up, I unzipped my dress and let it fall, kicking it away down the corridor, making sure however to take careful note of where it landed so as to retrieve it later! The crowd cheered as I danced in my underwear, some guys coming up and joining in, grinding their crotches against me and putting their hands on my boobs. I smiled at them with encouragement, pushing up to them and groping their cocks. The girls were just staring at first, frowning, seeing me, a visitor, getting all the attention from their males. Then one of the girls jumped up and threw off her dress also with a whoop, coming up to dance next to me. The boys cheered and some of the guys who were dancing with me left to dance next to her.

She was copying me, rubbing herself up against her men, letting them touch her. I saw Jeff groping her boobs. He caught my eye and winked. Before long, the other girls decided they wanted a share of the action. Very soon the corridor was carpeted