Back in college, there was this guy I [23, at this time] hooked up with a couple of times. Things didn’t work out on a sexual/romantic level, but we got along great and became friends. Still are. He lived by himself in this great, two-bedroom house, cheap rent, close to campus, but it was also on the other side, away from the rest of the madness, so the neighborhood was quiet. It was owned by this sweet, conservative couple who lived across the street. They were really strict about noise and parties, though.

I loved this house, which is why I got in touch with the renters when my friend graduated. I thought it’d be the perfect place to spend my last year. Only issue was it was my entire budget. There’d be no extra money after rent and utilities. I’d never been much for roommates. Never had one in my life. Only child to dorms to apartments. Had no interest in starting now. So I agreed and was determined to make it happen somehow.

My previous guy situation – wasn’t quite boyfriend/girlfriend – and I had got incredibly depraved one night and decided to cam. It was loads of fun. The unexpected part of it was we made like $15 for fucking for a couple of hours. I wasn’t expecting payment as part of the deal. Remembering this, I thought to myself, “Okay, you’re going to masturbate anyway. You enjoy showing off. You have no shame. Why not get paid to masturbate in front of the internet?”

I didn’t make a lot of money, but 2-3 hours a night, 4 nights a week, I pulled in an extra $400 on average, each week. Not bad for 8-12 hours of work. More than enough to cover extra expenses. I also got a lot of requests to sell my worn panties. I thought that was a little weird. Still do. But hey, you know, I’m not gonna argue an extra $100 a week.

One day, I got this request to wear a pair of panties for an entire week. Guy offered me $200. I’d usually only wear them for a masturbation or exercise sesh, even if I advertised them as having worn them all day. But I thought, shit if he’s paying me $200, I might as well follow through.

Towards the end of filthy panty week, I started feeling really uncomfortable. I was weak and tired. My pee burned a little. I started developing a fever. I thought I could’ve contracted an STD or something. I had an irresponsible, unprotected one night stand the month before. So I went to the clinic. They informed me I was experiencing a UTI and sent me home with antibiotics. I had never had a UTI before, so I didn’t know any of the symptoms. Clearly, I had obtained it from the filthy panties.

Well, the antibiotics didn’t work out, and I just started to feel worse, so I was referred to a urologist. He was a very pretty guy. Tall, dark, handsome. Early 30’s. I was insanely embarrassed to be meeting him under these circumstances. Like I was blushing the entire time. I found out it was a full-blown kidney infection. Borderline admitting me into the hospital. Stronger antibiotics. Bed rest. It cleared up quickly. I pretty much stuck to camming after that until graduation.

As much as I wanted out of that town, after graduating, I was offered a job opportunity I couldn’t refuse, so I stuck around for a few years and decided to go to get my masters in the meantime. I didn’t date much, or even look to hook up. There was no time. I became really close friends with one of my female professors. She sort of became a surrogate mother. She came to me one day, and was like, “Kevin (her husband) has this friend you have to meet.” I agreed to a double-date.

I showed up, and it’s the fucking urologist, gorgeous as ever. He gives me this look. I thought, “Oh, shit. He knows.” He just says to me, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said, “Um, not that I know of.” He’s absolutely wonderful. Way too good for me. The fact that I lied to him, though, made me just perpetually awkward about it. But for some reason, I agreed to a somewhat date.

A few weeks later, we went on a long walk through a park that had just opened up in town. I felt awful when he said, “You know, there’s so familiar about you. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” So naturally, I took him home. I was expecting the urologist to whip out a dental dam or something, but no, he went straight for my pussy, dead on. Mmm. He gave amazing head. It’s like he knew every trick in the fucking book. He got every nook and cranny that would make me feel good. He used the flat part of his tongue, a lot. Got things super wet and slobbery. Somewhere in the middle of this, I thought, “I’m probably not gonna do this again, so I’m just going for it,” so I shoved his face into my ass. He ate it good, like an obedient filthy fucker. God, it felt so amazing to feel his tongue slither inside my asshole. The intercourse was nothing to write home about. Below average cock, that he didn’t know how to use that well. But it was fun to suck on, so I kept hopping off and sticking it in my mouth and dropping my pussy in his face which he was more than happy to oblige. I must’ve cum 5-6 times from his wet gob. My clit was so sore by the end of it. After he popped an adequate, okay-tasting load into my mouth, he went to the bathroom and reminded me, “Be sure to pee. It prevents UTI’s.”

This story was originally published here

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