A Woman Who Loves Cock

"My parents were religious," Mara said. Her customer had pulled out, wiping his dick on the young Hispanic woman's generous brown ass. Behind him, the next in line strode forward, already unzipping himself. "I couldn't even use the internet unsupervised. I was a good girl, but...I was a little cock crazy. Deep down inside, I mean. Would you believe it if I told you I was a virgin until three weeks ago?"

Lois' tried to focus on Mara's brown eyes, but she couldn't help but catch glimpses of the man behind slip a bill into the jar at her feet. The john rubbed his erection against the crack of her ass a few times before spreading the young whore wide and slipping it in.

"I had hated myself a long time for my private obsession with sex. I just thought there was something wrong with me...and I was having trouble at school too. The pressure was mounting, I was looking at a mountain of student debt and I...just needed some money. So one of my girlfriends took me out to this club, said they paid cash, no questions ask..."

Mara gasped, eyes closing in an ecstatic moment as the man behind her pushed all the way to the hilt in her slick cunt. There was a soft slapping sound, and she was pushed forward just a little over the keg.

"...it was one of her friends, my first cock. I had had a beer, because barbacks can have a sip on their break, but I wasn't drunk. I was out on the loading bay, and he came up and offered me fifty bucks to fuck. He was so cute when he was doing it too, just some freshman that had never gotten laid at prom or anything, and so I said okay."

Slap slap slap. It was a quiet, steady kind of fuck. The man was running his hands over her ass, her hips, getting a good grip, pushing his cock in deep with every thrust, building a rhythm. Lois thought he had the kind of concentration she saw at the gym. Like Mara was a piece of equipment he was renting for twenty minutes.

"...and before I knew it there was a line forming and I was spending my breaks out here. I stopped going to classes...I was an art major, y'know? You don't need school to do art, but you need money, and I was getting more pay on my breaks than I was ever going to get playing barista." She licked her lips. "And...I liked it. Sex wasn't what I was expecting. Maybe I do have a screw loose. I still don't orgasm, just from a guy fucking me. But at the end of the night, when I'm sore and full of cum, and I stuff my fingers into my overflowing cunt and start to finger-bang myself until my wrist hurts...I like that. I want to keep doing that."

"What about protection?" Lois asked. "You aren't worried about...disease? Pregnancy?"

"The guys are clean. Everyone in line? They've just gotten tested at the campus clinic, certified no STDs. I get tested too. As for the pregnancy..." Mara shrugged. "I like the risk, y'know? The thrill. The possibility. They like it too. The idea that maybe they'll be the one. That this time I'll 'catch.' Yeah, I can't do this forever..."

Slap slap slap. Mara's client pistoned in and out of her, picking up the pace, close to blowing his load. Slap slap slap.

"...but right now, I'm living my best life."

Lois nodded, slowly. Truth be told, she could understand it, at least a little bit of it. She only had one more question.

"Do you know where the other missing women are?"