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***All characters are over 18 years of age.
***Part 13 in an anthology of women performing oral sex.
Author’s Note: This is loosely based on a true story told to me by a former coworker. The names and specific details were changed to protect the identities of the characters the story is based on.
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Daryll had to look around to make sure they couldn’t be seen. The location where he does this has always been secure in the past, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful at all times. It was a location in the warehouse where he works; there were no cameras in the area, no manager came by there most of the time, and it was out of sight of any other passers-by.
When he was sure it was safe, he pulled out an ounce of weed in a Ziplock bag from his pocket and handed it to one of his coworkers, who was also one of his best customers. He handed Daryll the money, and he put it away in his pocket. The co-worker opened the Ziplock bag and took a whiff of the weed, and had a smile on his face.
“What are you doing?” Daryll asked. “That’s some potent stuff there. A manager could easily smell it on you.”
The coworker put the bag away and apologized. They left the secret area and went back to work in their areas of the warehouse.
Daryll didn’t always sell weed; it was more of a side job he had going for him. He didn’t have a large customer base, just enough to make some good money but not go overboard. He had known some people who always tried to increase the size of their business and eventually got careless and got caught. Daryll just wanted to keep it simple enough to pay for college and have some extra income. He could probably do well if he left his warehouse job, but the weed business doesn’t provide health and dental benefits. He also thought it made him look good if he had a taxable income shown in case anybody ever got suspicious about how he could take care of himself without a job.
He didn’t sell to everyone at the warehouse, just a small group of trusted people. The managers kind of know this about their employees, but they don’t do much about it unless it affects the work. There’s an ongoing joke at the warehouse that if the company ever decides to drug test everyone at once, they will lose half their workforce.
The company only drug tests at the beginning of your employment and again only if you cause an accident in the warehouse. They drug test for that for insurance purposes, so they could blame you for it and not the company itself being at fault. So, everyone had to stay off drugs during their shift and make sure they didn’t cause an accident. Daryll thought it was a good way to ensure that everyone was extra safe during their shifts.
On his way back to his area, he ran into one of his coworkers, Kerry.
“Are you holding?” she asked.
“Not anymore, I just sold the last of it.”
“Can I come by your place later to get some? There’s a party at my sorority tonight and I need some for me and my sisters.”
While Daryll worked on the floor, Kerry worked on the second floor in the accounts payable department. Kerry had a problem where she didn’t always pay what she owed. She wasn’t an addict; nobody really is a marijuana addict. She bought it for herself and her sorority. Kerry wasn’t like her snobby sorority sisters who had their rich parents pay for everything; she had a scholarship but still had to work a part-time job to maintain some income.
Almost everyone in her sorority had something to offer the rest of the members, mostly due to their rich parents. Kerry didn’t have much to offer when she first joined, besides offering free tutoring to her sisters. Until one day, she overheard a few of her sisters complaining about how their weed dealer got arrested and how they hadn’t had anything in a few weeks. Kerry, who had just bought a fresh bag from Daryll, offered to share what she had. After that, she became their go-to girl for weed. She never charged them, or asked them to chip in to buy from her connection; she wanted to make friends, so she always gave it to them free of charge.
The problem with doing all of this for free was that, over time, she had trouble paying for what she needed. She bought enough from him that he did offer her a discount so she could afford it more, which did help, but eventually she started having money troubles and couldn’t even afford the reduced prices he gave her. At one point, she owed Daryll too much money, and he cut her off. She did eventually pay him back, and when he started selling to her again, she kept Mamak Escort trying to negotiate with him a better price so she could buy more. He begged her to just ask her friends to chip in, but she wouldn’t do it.
“How much do you need?” he asked.
“Two ounces should be good.”
“And you definitely have the money for this?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t be asking you for that much if I didn’t.”
“OK, that’ll be $300.”
“Anyway, you could go a little lower on that?” she asked.
“That’s already a discount I’m usually giving you. I can’t go any lower without hurting myself.”
“Fine, I’ll bring $300 to your place after work.”
She knew where he lived because that’s where she would often go to buy weed from him, and sometimes they would just hang out to get high and watch
Later that day, Kerry arrived at his place. They were both out of their work clothes by then and dressed down in something more casual. Kerry had her blonde hair pulled back with a headband, tight blue jeans, and was wearing a tight pink shirt that hugged her C-cups perfectly. Daryll always thought she was cute, but never did anything about it. He figured it wasn’t wise to date someone you were selling drugs to either.
After letting her into his house, he escorted her to the kitchen, where he offered her something to drink, but she said she wasn’t thirsty. He had some of his weed bagged up already on the kitchen counter, which he had just gotten done before Kerry showed up.
“Ok, let’s get to business,” said Daryll. “With your usual discount, it’s $150 per ounce. So, for two ounces, it will be $300.”
“That sounds good, and I do have money for two ounces,” said Kerry, as she took out the money from her purse to show it to him.
“Awesome.”
He was about to take the money from her when she held it back from him.
“However, something has changed since we last spoke. Some of the other girls that I don’t usually do this for have lost their own regular dealer, so they asked me if I could get some for them also.”
“How much?” Daryll asked.
“I figure four ounces will do.”
“So that will be $600 then.”
“I know, but the thing is… I do have extra money, but not enough for a full four ounces.
“How much do you have?”
“$400.”
Daryll began putting away the bags of weed. By his estimate, he would be losing out on an extra $200, more if he calculates the cost without the discount.
“You know, I can’t do this anymore,” said Daryll. “I like you, Kerry, but we keep having to go through this. I’m already giving you a generous discount; any more and I’ll lose money.”
“I’m sorry, but if you give me the extra mount, I promise I can pay you back.”
“We’ve been through this before. It took you forever to pay me back. You should just ask your friends to start chipping in.”
She pleaded with him some more, but he wasn’t going to listen to any more of her excuses. He told her to leave the house, and she did. Daryll kind of felt bad about upsetting her, but he would lose a lot of money if he gave her that much of his product for so little money.
Daryll went to get a beer from the fridge when Kerry came back into the house. He cursed himself in his head for not locking the door when she left.
“What do you want now?” he asked.
“Just hear me out,” she said. “How about $400 for three ounces instead of four? That should be affordable for you.”
“It is a little, but if I do this now, you’re going to expect it all the time. I have to put my foot down on this. You don’t have to be their go-to girl for weed. I’m sure there are other things you can do to make you popular with them. Didn’t you say you did well with tutoring them for free?”
“Anybody can be a tutor. We have five others in the house that does that already,” said Kerry. “Maybe we can work something out. Maybe a trade for the remaining amount.”
“What can you trade me for?”
“I’ll give you a blowjob.
Daryll was drinking his beer when she said that, and almost did a comical spit take. He did not expect Kerry, of all people, to suggest something like this.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s only a blowjob. I’m good at it, so I think that’s worth the extra amount that I need.”
Daryll couldn’t believe how she was suggesting this so casually, as if it was no big deal. Many dealers of all kinds of drugs have exchanged their products for the sexual services of their clients, but Daryll was never one of them.
“You Ofise Gelen Escort can’t be serious?” he asked.
“Why not? I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve exchanged drugs for sex.”
“No, I never have,” he told her.
“Oh, I thought it was a common thing for dealers,” she said. “But how about starting now with me?”
“Kerry, I like you, so I’m going to do you the favor of not letting you go down the path of prostitution over this.”
“This isn’t prostitution.”
“You’re offering sexual favors in exchange for drugs. What else would you call it?”
Kerry thought about it for a moment.
“OK, you’re right about that, but I think it’s a good deal.”
“No,” he outright told her.
“Hey, I understand,” she began to say as she walked up to him. “It’s an unusual situation, but deep down you know you want to do this. It’s only a blowjob after all, and I promise you, it’s worth every penny.”
She had her body up against his, softly pressing her tits against him. She looked up at him with seductive eyes, a look he had never seen from her before. Daryll knew it was a very bad idea, something he should never even consider. But with the way she was pushing herself against him, he was having trouble resisting her temptation.
“So, what you’re saying is, $400 for three ounces and a blowjob for the final ounce?” Daryll asked.
“I was thinking, $300 for the two ounces and the blowjob for the rest.”
Daryll had to think this through. He would be taking a big cut of his profits for that much weed, all for a blowjob. He was no expert on paying for any kind of sex, but he didn’t think a blowjob would cost that much money. He thought about it really hard and started making excuses for himself, saying that it wouldn’t be so bad to do this just this one time.
“This is a very bad idea,” he said. “But OK, let’s do it.”
“Great,” she said, smiling. She was about to go down on her knees when Daryll stopped her.
“But we’re not doing this every single time. It’s too costly for me to just offer weed for blowjobs.
“Don’t worry. This may be my idea, but I don’t want to have to do this all the time either.”
“And you can’t tell anybody about this. The last thing I need is other people begging me to trade them something for weed instead of paying me in cash.”
“Of course not,” she said. “I don’t mind doing this for you, but I don’t want it to get around that I’m sucking dick for weed.”
“Also, I want to see your tits.”
“What?” she asked with a cringed face.
“I like seeing a topless woman giving me blowjobs,” said Daryll. “Even with a blowjob, I’m giving you a generous discount. The least you could do is let me see your tits as well.”
Kerry thought about it for a moment.
“Can I leave my bra on?” she asked.
“You don’t mind sucking my dick for weed, but you’re shy about showing me your tits.”
“I just feel more comfortable with something on.”
Daryll sighed. “Ok, only because it makes you more comfortable.”
They decided to just do this in the kitchen since they were already there. Daryll leaned up against the counter as Kerry took her shirt off and put it on the counter next to the bags of weed. She was wearing a standard white bra, but it showed a little cleavage on top. Daryll could tell that she had nice tits; he wished he could see them, but the bra was still a nice sight.
Kerry got down on her knees in front of him and began to take off his pants. Daryll was surprised that she was doing this so easily. He figured there would be some kind of hesitation about this. But she seemed very willing to do this without a problem.
Kerry got his pants and boxers down and his dick sprang up into her face. She was impressed by his size; he was no pornstar, but he had a good-sized dick that she could work with. She began by spitting in her hand a couple of times and began stroking his shaft. She had learned that a simple handjob before anything else was a good way to get the guy warmed up.
“Let me know when you’re about to cum, OK?” she asked. “I don’t want you to finish in my mouth.”
“No problem, I’ll let you know,” he assured her.
She opened her lips wide and took his dick into her mouth.
Kerry opened her lips wide and took Daryll’s dick into her mouth. Her lips were sealed firmly around the shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. Every time it entered her mouth, her tongue massaged the shaft in a way that was getting Daryll extra excited.
At Otele Gelen Escort one point, she focused her mouth on his balls. She sucked on each testicle as she stroked the shaft. Daryll didn’t expect her to do this, but he let her do whatever she wanted while she was on her knees. He had never had his balls sucked on so well before; he was beginning to wonder how often she gave blowjobs to learn how to do these things so well.
She went back to sucking his shaft. She sucked him off faster, with more fervor than before. She refused to stop, even for a moment. She deep-throated him a few times, gagging on the dick. Not only did she know Daryll would enjoy that, but she enjoyed doing this as well. As she did this, Daryll noticed that she had one hand down her pants, fingering her pussy. The more she went down on him, the more she fingered herself. She gave herself a mild orgasm, which reverberated through her body and Daryll could sense through the blowjob.
Eventually, it went on for so long that he was on the verge of exploding into her mouth.
“Kerry, I’m going to cum,” he warned her.
She heard him but was having too much fun of her own to stop. She was having her own fun and figured she had enough time to go a little longer before he actually needed to finish.
“Kerry, I’m serious. I can’t hold it back.”
As much as she wanted to continue having her fun, she knew it was time to stop. She got his dick out of her mouth and began stroking him again. She could tell from the way it felt in her hand that he was indeed about to explode all over her. She arched her back a little and aimed his dick downwards, hoping it would get on her chest only.
Unfortunately, her aim wasn’t that good because when Daryll shot his load on her, the first few streams fell on her face. She quickly repositioned herself to get the rest of it to fall on her tits. She squeezed out every drop from his dick and then stood back up.
Daryll thought she looked extra sexy with his cum on her face and tits like that. She grabbed her shirt and went off to the bathroom to clean herself up. She looked at herself in the mirror; she was impressed by how much cum Daryll was able to ejaculate on her. She thought about taking a picture of herself like this, but decided she didn’t want to have any evidence of her brief moment of prostitution.
She thoroughly cleaned herself off, making sure every drop of cum was wiped away. She dried herself off and put her shirt back on. She then borrowed some of Daryll’s mouthwash that was by the sink to wash out her mouth; she figured Daryll wouldn’t mind if she used some of it for this occasion.
She went back to the kitchen, where Daryll had four ounces of weed ready for her. She gave him the money for the remaining amount she owed him and put the weed in her purse.
“Remember, we can’t do this all the time,” said Daryll. “I loved it, it was wonderful. But it can’t happen every time.”
“I am aware of that. Like I said, I don’t want to keep sucking dick every time for weed also,” she assured him.
They said their goodbyes and she left the house.
The next several times she bought weed from Daryll, she paid in cash in full. Daryll never brought up the blowjob exchange with her. He figured it would be better if she was the one that offered it, or else he would just come off as a creep looking for sexual favors in exchange for drugs. She did offer this to him a couple more times, but not for several months. After that, it was all just cash, nothing else.
A couple of years later, when Kerry graduated from college and was no longer in her sorority, they were hanging out on his couch watching TV and smoking a new strain of weed he had gotten. He had brought up the situation between them a long time ago and asked if she was OK with what they had done.
“It is what it is,” said Kerry. “If you feel bad about it, don’t. I was the one that offered it to you.”
“You don’t feel bad about it?”
“At the time, no, but now that some time has gone by, I kind of feel shitty about acting like such a whore,” she said. “But I don’t blame you for it. That’s all on me. I should’ve just gotten my friends to chip in to buy it from you instead of me trying to impress them with free weed. You kept suggesting I ask them, but I kept ignoring you.”
“But you’re good now?”
“Like I said, it is what it is,” she replied. “It was a long time ago. No need to fret about it now. Right now, I just want to enjoy smoking weed for myself and have some fun hanging out with you.”
They dropped the subject and went back to watching TV.
A year later, Daryll stopped selling weed. He had to since he was promoted to a manager position at his company. By then, half of his customer base was gone anyway. Kerry moved on to another company with a better position, and they remain friends to this day.
The End.
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