She came out of the back last. She'd been back there for 2 hours. 6 men had come out before her. It was 20 minutes before closing. She wasn't dressed like a whore or even a sexy woman. She clearly was a woman but chose to wear loose jeans and a heavy T-Shirt with the faded number 77 on the front. It was well worn, as were the jeans; not fake old, actually many washes old. Even her tennis shoes were smudged.

She didn't leave. She just leaned on the counter and asked if I got closing time customers much. I said, "No one pays to go back there for less than an hour. Still, I have to stay open till closing time."

She asked, "Haven't you ever had some desperate guy come in late hoping to score you at closing? I can assure you, there is no one left in the back. I emptied it or should I say them, for you."

After closing, she asked if I'd join her for a late breakfast at Denny's? I agreed.

Sipping coffee and pretending to look at the menu, I asked, "Do you like what you did tonight in the arcade booths?"

She said, "Oh no, it's more than like. Sometimes I need it and go to a bar hoping to get it. Then it winds up being just one guy and sometimes he just wants to get off in my pussy. That's better than nothing but not by much. Tonight was pretty good; every one of them let me eat them. The first to blow was the youngest and biggest one. He watched me do two others before letting one of the guys suck him up hard again. He mounted me from behind as I blew the other three. He did a good job in me; I got off twice on him and he came with me the second time, right after the last guy gave me his nut in the mouth."

"Have you always been a nymph?", I asked.

"I don't believe I'm a nymph actually. I can be satisfied. I just really like it. I think I'm somewhere between liking the idea of it and actually liking it. I say that because once, I had the good luck to be in a biker bar at closing time. I'd been in the back women's restroom with two other women and three guys. I blew my guy and asked the woman next to me if I could have the load from the guy she was sucking. She just pulled off and I took over. As soon as I swallowed his dick, she'd been sucking only half of, he gave it up. The guy who had been fucking the girl bent over the sink, asked me if I wanted more; I just placed my face beside her hip. He pulled out and shot a rope onto my face before he got it in my mouth. When we came out, the crowd stood around the pool table. I undressed, got on the table. No one abused me. They were actually pretty considerate. I got fucked by two in a row while sucking two others. Then one dipped into me, pulled out, teased my ass but didn't enter until I looked back at him and nodded. I blew two more, he nutted in my ass. I laid down from being on my knees. I rolled over, made the universal 'time out' sign and they applauded. One of the guys jacking his dick, turned to the guy next to him, looked the guy in the eye, then back to his dick. The dropped down for him. Another two guys started kissing and jacking their hard cocks. One of the women helped me find and put on my clothes. I made it thru the next day without desiring more sex."

"When did you start having sex?", I asked.

"I guess you mean with others? That's easy. It was my 10th birthday. About 6 months before that, we were playing hide and seek, my two brothers, the sitter, and me. I'd hid in the tub behind the shower curtain. I'd never done that before. I heard someone come into the bathroom. Then I heard another noise. Then I heard him whisper, now me. A bit later I heard the door open, I peaked, both brothers were leaving. The next Friday night, same game, same sitter. I had sneaked out of the shower to be found in another room, last week. No one suspected where I'd been earlier. This time, I'd made a peep hole in the shower curtain. The boys were taking turns sucking each other. I started following them without being seen. They would do that every day at different places. One night I had a bad dream, got up to go to Daddy's room. It was a stormy night, very dark and the rain was pounding. When I got to Daddy's, there was a different kind of pounding going on. All three were sucking and fucking. I stood in the doorway touching myself. I was trying to figure out how to like it. I pushed inside the backside and kinda liked it. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, tried the front and it hurt. I went to bed. Next day, I saw the blood on the sheets. I washed the sheets without telling. Then in the tub, I did myself under water. It didn't hurt so much. I tried some Equate clear liquid the boys had in there. It felt much better. My slippery finger went in so easy. A few months later, I got caught fingering myself in there by daddy. He said I would get a grown-up present for my birthday. It turned out to be him and the boys just fingering me in front and back using the lubricant. I was also given a dildo to practice with. My brother showed me how to swallow it. My other brother then demonstrated on daddy's big dick. They showed me what man cum looked like and let me eat some. After the first one, I ate all of the other two loads. It only took a few days before I was blowing both boys. It took almost a year to stretch my throat for daddy's cock. Once I got that, he made the boys break my bottom in with dicks while I sucked him almost every morning before work. I knew better than to say anything outside of the house."

I asked, "When did you start having sex outside of family?"

It was late August a year later. It was football practice two weeks before school started. I would sit in the bleachers watching the boy's practice. I would listen to my music, keep my dress over my knees until I'd catch both coaches looking away. I'd find different ways to do a pantie shot toward some of the boys without being overtly obvious. I lived 4 blocks from the football field and a very small town. The only thing hotter than daytime temperatures in August was my hunger for cum. I only had to get one player to follow me to the field after dark. He spread the word. I had a steady supply of hot, teenage cum every night there wasn't a game in town."

She went on, "In college, between boys, faculty and family, it's a wonder I got anything else done. I got an A in a class I couldn't even find on campus. The professor and his graduate assistant brought my homework to my room every morning. There were three beds in my room but I never got a roommate. Men like morning head so much, they turned me into a wake up hungry for dick queen."

"I made a lot of money with some college boys shooting porn of me. I have a college degree in Public Relations. I have a master's in cock sucking, lol. I have a gay husband making money pretending to be straight and holding a position in his grandfather's real-estate business." she offered.

We ate breakfast; she paid. I went to the men's room. When I came out, she was there. "Anyone in there?" she asked. I shook my head no. She opened the door. I followed her in. She sat on a stool in the handicap stall. She got my full nut in less than 2 minutes. I started to put it away. She said, "Let me watch it go down. I love a man who let's himself cum fast during a blow." She lifted my half flaccid cock just above horizontal, looked at it, smiled, leaned in and lovingly sucked the late cum out with such force, my balls moved. She stood, looked me in the eye. I kissed her. She said, "Most don't want to kiss the mouth that just blew them."

I said, "Most don't suck cock every day the way I do. I also love women. I love touching them. I love watching them with men. I love a pussy soaked cock shooting cum in my mouth while everything is still warm and wet." She reached for the door. I said, "Not yet. I sat on the stool. I ate her ass and got hard again. I fucked her till we heard guys talking outside our stall. She opened the door. The guys looked. She pushed the door open more. I looked over her ass and said, "One time and one time only, get the best blow job you've ever had from her right now."