She refused. Linda wasn't a slut. Of course, she refused. Give five blowjobs to five strangers before midnight?

"Take the gold back," Linda said. "I won't do it."

The gold glittered on the table. It was the only thing clean and bright in the dingy Holiday Inn room. She had chosen the room as safe, neutral ground to try the genie bottle in case anything went wrong.

"It is too late for that, "said the genie. "Leave the gold if you wish. It is yours to do with as you please. But you struck a bargain. And that I will enforce."

The genie was not what she had expected. He was a middle aged, white male of average height and slim build. His clothes were vaguely 70s business but the plain gray suit was hard to place. Black hair, slightly graying, was neat, as were his nails. Even his posture and gestures seemed precise and neat. If it were not for his piercing black eyes, he would have looked like a predatory banker but otherwise harmless.

"You said you would ask something harmless for the gold. I didn't ask for much gold," said Linda.

"I am asking something harmless. What’s in a little cock-sucking?"

The phrase seemed incongruous from the trim man.

Linda smirked.

"Come, Linda. I am no stranger to these times. How old are you? Thirty?"

She didn't reply.

"And how many boyfriends? Ten? Twenty? At least ten blowjobs each, that's several hundred you've done already. What's five more?"

"With strangers?"

"Sure. What does that matter."

"And there's only five hours left before midnight."

"That's one an hour. Plenty of prospects in the bar of this rather insipid establishment."

"No," she said. "Take your stupid gold."

"If you wish me to take the gold as a gift, I shall. If you think you can abrogate our deal, then that is not so," he said crisply. "Linda, I will have my due. And the price only gets higher. Interest, shall we say. It will never be cheaper than tonight."

She stood. Just thirty, Linda's slim figure, and long legs caught many looks. She wore her hair brunette and in a bob at the moment but many hairstyles worked on her high-cheeked face.

"No deal. See you genie."

Laughter boomed from the door of the room as she closed it behind her. Chills danced on her spine. The laugh seemed too demonic for the figure she had just been speaking with.

"What was I ever thinking," she said to herself.

It no longer seemed a harmless prank. The genie bottle had been purchased in a cheap shop in Morocco, more as a joke than anything else. Back home in the States, she had begun to hear voices in the night. These she had tracked to the bottle. The voice promised wishes, bargains, as it were. And so, after much consideration, she had taken the bottle to the Holiday Inn to try her luck. Opening the bottle had produced the genie, bland as he was. Not being greedy she had asked only for an ounce of gold in return for an unspecified "minor thing."

"What a fool," she said, as she stalked from the hotel to her car.

She gave the genie and his offer plenty of thought on the way home but never considered carrying out the deal. She had left the gold behind. The deal was through as far as she was concerned.

Once home, she knew the genie, his deal, and the vision of him pouring from the bottle would keep her up all night. So, she took two sleeping pills and a glass of wine and slept soundly.

By morning, the genie episode seemed less threatening although it still occupied her thoughts as she dressed for work. She worked in an advertising agency as an account manager. That meant business attire and well executed makeup. She didn’t mind, the clothes flattered her.

On the way to work in her red Miata, she stopped for gas at the full service, as always.

"Fill it up," she said to the attendant as she handed him her card.

Her thoughts were still on the genie so she hardly noticed the pimply teenager until his dawdling inefficiency finally pricked her latent irritation.

"Move it, lard-ass! I'm in a hurry," she said.

The kid's neck whipped around and his face went blank in surprise. It wasn't the reaction she had expected from a relatively minor barb. Hell, the kid must get this sort of thing all the time. But oddly, his surprise had turned into a weird leer. The half-wit was eyeing her like she had made a pass at him.

She thought back to what she had said to him.

"Move it, lard-ass! I'm in a hurry," was what she remembered saying. Only when she played it back in her head, she thought she heard, "Move it, lard-ass! I'm a cock-sucker."

"Wh¾ wh¾ what did I say to you?" she asked.

"Ya' said you were a cock-sucker. I got one you can suck."

Linda went white.

"Pump the gas," she ordered, then studiously avoided making contact with the kid will he finished.

Safely in her office, she contemplated what had happened. How could she say something like that? Even in bed with her boyfriends she had never called herself such a thing. Watching herself in her compact mirror, she repeated "I'm in a hurry" over and over again. There was no misspeak.

Someone wrapped on her door. "What?!" she called angrily.

Bob Thompson poked his head in. Bob was VP of her region. He was a glad-handing, plump bastard who was always eyeing her legs and making passes at her. Normally, she'd be more deferential to him but she was a top performer and could take chances when she needed to.

"I'm busy, Bob," she said curtly. Only, it came out, "I'm a cock-sucker, Bob."

Bob's eyes went wide in surprise for a moment. Then, being the inveterate skirt chaser that he was, he slide into the office and closed the door behind him. Linda's own face went white again.

"I always knew you wanted to play," he said as he walked to her.

She stood to give herself more distance.

"Bob, listen, it's not what you think."

"'Course it is, honey. And I got just the cock for you to suck."

"No! I'll scream!" At least, that's what she meant to say. It came out, "No! I'll suck your cock!"

Bob didn’t bother with the contradiction, he pulled out his cock. For a fat slob, it was an impressive, stiff 8 inches. Linda examined it with twin horror: disgust at what her boss was doing and panic at what she had just said.

"No! I can't" she tried to say. "No! I'll suck it!" was what she said.

Bob placed both hands on her shoulder and pushed her down. Linda was strong enough to resist but was still somewhat stunned by the whole thing and let herself be guided down until she knelt in front of Bob, his uncircumcised cock bobbing in front of her head.

The genie had been right. Linda was no stranger to blowjobs. She knew what to do. But here? In her office? To this toad of a VP?

"Come on, honey, you said you wanted it."

She looked back to him, afraid to say anything. She could refuse. He'd call her a cock-tease. Probably trash her next review. So what, she'd quit today. She opened her mouth to say no but before she could speak he had pushed her head onto his cock and held it there.

She forced her head off his dick.

"No! You bastard. I'll suck you!" She said. Of course, that wasn't what she had meant to say.

"Then quit fussing and do it, you tramp! Take my meat into that pretty mouth of yours and drain it dry! Do it, and I'll give you the Mervin's account."

Christ, she thought. Sucking-cock to get ahead? But everything she said came out twisted today. And here she was kneeling before this slob with two choices. Walk away and kiss her job good-bye, maybe her career, or suck his cock and get the plum contract for the region.

She took his cock back into his mouth and began sucking. Linda had had plenty of boyfriends and plenty of practice. Soon she had Bob quivering on the edge of ecstasy.

Now, what, she thought. Where could she let him come? She thought about trying to grab a Kleenex off her desk to catch it in but didn’t have the chance. He came in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it all or risk a stain on her suit.

"Very, very sweet, Linda. We'll need to negotiate some more account issues," said Bob as he zipped up.

"I don't think so" was her intended reply, coming out as "I'd love to."

After he left, she cried softly for a few minutes before pulling herself together enough to fix her makeup, mussed by the blowjob and tears.

"What is wrong with me?" she said to herself shakily.

"You broke our bargain," said the genie who popped into her room with a soft plink of air. He wore the same outfit as before.

"Bastard! You made me suck my boss!?"

"It was not I. No, that was your choice. And a fine bargain you made I might add. I did provide the little touch with your speech to help things along. But the choice to follow through, that was yours entirely."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fulfill our bargain."

"Five strangers before midnight?"

"Yes, that offer still stands. But, since the offer was made at 7:13 last night, this offer does not begin until 7:13 tonight."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then the stakes rise. Interest on the bargain. Take the day off. Think it over," said the Genie.

Linda did as suggested, keeping her speaking to a terse "yes," "no" and "hi" as much as possible. She had only one slip-up before she left the office, calling "I'm a cock-sucker" to a lady in the elevator when she had meant to call "I'm coming" in order for her to hold the door. The woman was appalled but Linda did not know her; perhaps there would be no fallout.

In her Miata she practiced speaking again. In private, she had no trouble. It was when others were around that she got into trouble.

She avoided all contact on the way home. It was not until she was nearly to safety, at the door of her apartment that she slipped again.

She had been fumbling for her keys at her door, lost in thought and despair when her neighbor had surprised her.

"Need any help?" he offered.

He was actually a pretty good looking fellow named Brad. Tanned and well-built. A bouncer at a night club last time they had talked. They had dated twice but it had gone no where.

"No, I'm okay," she had meant to say, saying instead "No, I'm a cock-sucker."

Brad blinked in surprise.

"Pardon me?" he said at last.

"Forget it" became "fuck me."

She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head back to her keys.

"Uh, I thought you, we'll¾ sure," said Brad. He pushed into the apartment with her as she managed to open the door.

"Look, Brad, it's been a bad day and I'm tired. Please forget what I said," was what she tried to say. It came out as "Look, Brad, it's been a bad day and I'm a cock-sucker. Please fuck me in the mouth."

"No foreplay, huh?" Brad said nervously.

He liked pussy but this was eerie. Still, she was a fine looking woman. He undid his pants.

For the second time in an hour, Linda found herself staring at a cock. She backed up.

"No," she said. It came out as "no" which gave her more confidence.

"Go away," she said slowly. Unfortunately, it became "go ahead."

"You're a loony one," he said.

But he was now rigid. Her hot and cold act, and her beauty, turned him on. He walked up to her, his cock bobbing with his steps. He put his hand around the back of her neck.

"Let's do it," he said.

She considered resisting. But to what point? He looked to be in a mood to force himself on her. And it wasn't like she hadn't led him on, intentional or not.

She knelt before him and sucked him off. She didn’t get a chance to swallow. Brad pulled out before he came and sprayed on her face. She quickly wiped it off with her hands, leaving her fingers gooey.

"Two cold dates and now a blowjob before noon. You're an odd bird, Linda. But my kind of bird. Don't suppose you'd care to make this a morning ritual?"

She shook her head not trusting her voice.

He shrugged and called, "Well if you change your mind you know where to find me," as he left her apartment.

She rushed to the sink to clean up as soon as the door slammed shut. In the mirror her makeup was ruined by the jizz. She was too depressed to cry at this point.

"Well, that's two," she said to herself once clean. Her voice was deep in resignation.

"Two? Yes indeed," said the genie, appearing behind her in the mirror. "But neither a stranger. Nor was it before 7:13 PM."

"But¾ but¾ it is still two. I'd never had done this without you."

"Possibly true. But not the point. Neither count. Except perhaps as practice."

The genie disappeared.

She had to do something about this. She had to do what the genie said. She couldn't go around offering to blow every guy she met. Five guys by midnight. How hard could that be, she asked herself. At least she wouldn't have any trouble propositioning the guys. That would take care of itself.

At 7:00PM that night she was in her slinkiest red dress, black stockings and her fuck-me pumps. She was sitting on a barstool in Red's Bar. It was a dive on the south side of town, far from her haunts and far from anyone she ever hung out with. It wasn't the sleasiest place she could find, she didn't want to get raped. But it was a cheap, strip mall bar that seemed to have been created in the 70s for lounge lizards. Neither clientele nor the décor had been updated over the years. Both were shabby and flabby. At 7:00 PM her only real problem was that there were only six guys in the place including the bartender and none looked appealing. But it was just this once, she told herself. The two other women in the place, plump and 40s looked like regulars. Both turned up their noses at her but all male eyes were on the beautiful woman in the red dress.

She had accepted a drink from a balding, 40-something guy where a white leisure suit. So far, she had kept her speech to "yes" and "no." It was not yet time, no point in rushing things.

Keeping her eye on her watch, she waited for 7:13 while listening to her 'date' prattle on about his insurance business. She nodded appreciatively from time to time and drank her rum and coke.

At 7:13, she whispered into his ear, "I'm okay," she tried to say. It came out as "I'm a cock-sucker." For once, she was pleased.

The guy jerked back in surprise and gave her a half-smile, doubting her very much.

"Is this some kind of put-on?" he said after a few more seconds.

"Nope," she said. And smiled at him. It wasn't her best smile but it was apparently good enough.

"My place?" he asked.

She whispered into his ear again, not willing for the other patrons to hear her.

"How about in the parking lot?" was what she tried but "How about I suck your cock?" came out.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," the guy said. He stood, quickly paid the bar keep and walked to the door keeping an eye on her. She followed.

He went to his car, even opening the door for her. It was a ratty Cadillac, once fine but 20 years had made it almost junk.

When he was in, she reached for his crotch. She'd blow him right here in the parking lot, lights and in all to get on with this. She was determined to remove the curse. The guy let her play with his crotch but started the car up.

"Let's stay here," she meant to say, trying to get him to stay. "Let's suck cock," came out.

"Hey, girl, you go right ahead," he replied.

She had his cock out and her hand on his rigid, if pathetically small tool but he was already on the street. She had heard of girls blowing guys while they drove but there was too much traffic on the street. She hadn't sunk quite that low yet. So, she worked him with her hand so that it wouldn't take long once she had him in her mouth.

"Hey, I like your enthusiasm, but not so fast," he said. The guy must not have been laid in decades. He was rock hard and quivering. She laid off, afraid to lose him so quickly.

He lived in a small house on a trashy street. His next door neighbor, a fat woman in housecoat and slippers snorted at the both of them as he led her into his house.

The living room was yellow shag carpet with cheap Scandinavian furniture. The thin green cushions on the couch were long past their useful life. As soon as the door shut, she spun him around.

"I want to suck your cock right here," she said.

She pulled the unresisting man's pants down. His hardon was still going strong. Stifling her repulsion, she took him in her mouth. In two sucks he came, so quickly that a little dribbled on to her chin. She wiped it up with a finger and then cleaned her finger on the shag carpet.

"Now, take me back to the bar," she said. Or meant to. Instead, it was "Now, take me in the mouth."

"Honey, I just did," said the guy, a little sheepish at his quick orgasm. "But give me some time and I'll recover."

"No, I've got to get back," became "No, I've got to suck you."

"Suck all you want honey, but I ain't coming for at least another hour. I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Please, let me go," became "Please let me suck you."

"Okay, suck away!"

His cock was still quite limp. The little thing barely stuck out from his trousers.

She gave up trying to communicate with him. She knelt as if to suck him again then grabbed his car keys from his pocket. But the guy was faster than he looked. As she rose, he grabbed her hand and took the keys back.

"You crazy bitch! Get out of here!"

He pushed her from his place and locked the door behind her. The fat neighbor-lady was sitting on her porch giving Linda the evil eye. No point asking her for help. She flipped the lady off as she walked down the street.

Her fuck-me pumps were little strappy things with 4 inch heals. Not much for walking but she wasn't yet willing to ruin her nylons by walking barefoot. She still had four guys to go. She glanced at her watch: 8:21. A little over schedule but not too bad, she thought.

It was 10:42 by the time she made it back to the bar. But by then she had two more blowjobs under her belt. There was a little goo in her hair and some stains on her dress but she figured the place was dark enough to hide it.

She had had to walk all the way back to a 7-11 a mile from the first guy's house, made longer by some wrong turns. Once during the walk, she had decided to find her strangers in the neighborhood and had started knocking on doors but after three surly housewives she had answered she gave up. At the 7-11 the clerk was a woman and two male patrons steered clear of her.

She had begun to call a cab when two teenage guys in a pick-up had pulled up.

Her feet ached and she just wanted this nightmare to be over. "Let me suck your cocks," she had said to them.

They had willingly obliged. It was after all every teenager's wet-dream.

They drove her to a nearby empty lot. She took turns cock-sucking them on the grass. She'd have stopped after doing each one once but her attempts to get a ride back all come out as more requests for cock-sucking and unlike the old-guy earlier, these two had a lot to give. It took one guy three sucks and the other four before they were willing to call it quits. Neither produced much by the end but their earlier efforts had left some cum in her hair and on her dress.

Finally, while they panted in exhaustion and congratulated themselves on the best experience of their short lives, she wrote her request for a ride back to Red's on a piece of paper. They were happy enough to accommodate her.

"Give us your number and we'll call when we're ready for more," they called before they drove off. She demurred.

Now back in the bar, the two women who had been their at 7:00 were eyeing her malevolently.

"Why don’t you get the hell out of here," said one.

A day ago she'd have fired off a retort. Tonight she kept her mouth shut. Only two more to go and over an hour left, she told herself glancing at her watch. There was just the bartender and one other guy left in the place. It was enough.

She walked up to the other guy, figuring she'd leave the bartender for last. He was a lanky, greasy looking guy with long hair despite the fact that his hairline had receded even with his ears.

"Hey, big guy," she said.

"Uh, hi," he said uncertainly. He had obviously never been approached by a beautiful woman before and didn't know what to do.

She leaned forward and whispered to him.

"I want to suck your cock," she said.

"Uh, where's Frank?"

"Who?"

"The guy you left with."

She realized she had never even known his name.

She shrugged. "Guess he couldn't take it," was what she meant but it became "Guess he liked his blowjob."

The lanky guy's eyes went wide. One of the woman said "Shit, she's a slut!"

Linda flushed with shame. She had not meant for the entire bar to hear her. But she focused on her task. Only two more guys. She told herself.

"Come on fellow. Let me suck your cock," she said more softly. She twisted her hands in her lap and squeezed her breasts together. She hadn't done that since she was in high school.

"What's that in your hair?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She put a hand to where he was looking and came but with a glob of jizz.

"Nothing, sweetie," she tried, saying instead "semen, sweetie."

The two women broke out laughing.

"Jizz girl, don't you have any self respect?!" called one.

She considered fleeing the place. She glanced at her watch. 10:57. Time was running out. She forced herself to ignore the two women.

"What's your name?" she tried to ask, trying to change tact. But since it came out as "want a blowjob?" she didn't accomplish much more than to fluster the poor guy even more.

"Billy there ain't got much money, girlie," said one of the woman. "He's running quite a tab with Red."

Linda couldn't help but back at her in reply although she successfully held her tongue. The two women were now sitting together watching the entertainment. Red was also watching but he was whispering into the phone.

"What's he doing?" she asked meaning to ask what the bartender was up to. Unfortunately, it became "want a blowjob?"

"Sorry, girlie. Ain't got the equipment. Besides, I don’t know where you’ve been but I can guess!"

More laughter from the two women.

"I think he's calling the cops," said the lanky fellow beside her.

"Cocks?" she said, meaning to say "Cops?"

She whitened in fear. Being thrown in jail for prostitution would ruin her. She fled the bar for her Miata and drove off in a panic. She wasn't really thinking about where she was going when she saw the flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

Her rum and coke had long ago worn off but she must have driving erratically all the same.

"Well, I'll just suck the cop off. That's leave just one," she said to herself. She glanced at her watch, 11:12. Still time, she thought. Then her heart fell when she realized it was a female cop in the car.

Linda got the impression the cop was a dyke and sex with her was definitely an option. But it wouldn't meet her needs. She kept her answers as short and polite as possible and escaped without incident. It was now 11:48. The cop had kept her around longer than necessary in the hopes of hitting on her.

"12 minutes, I can do this," she said to herself.

All she needed was another couple teenagers. At a Minute-Mart, she found a car load of 4. It took her 2 hours to get rid of them. With four they had more time to recover between sucks and these four seemed even hornier than the last. And though, they had taken to fucking her from behind while she sucked a buddy, she still managed to get in 9 blowjobs. Her jaw ached, her pussy ached and she was now well plastered head, hair and chest in jizz. But she was certain she had fulfilled the bargain.

At home, after running a hot shower for an hour and repeatedly brushing her teeth, she was finally clean again.

"That should do it," she said.

"Most impressive, Linda. Quit a performance," said the genie appearing in his gray suit. "But, unfortunately, you ran a little late. You only managed four before 12 midnight. The others were later. I am afraid you did not quite meet the criteria."

"What!? But it was close enough!"

"No, I am quite precise in these matters. Your fifth gentleman of the evening was at 12:09AM. Nine minutes late. Perhaps, just perhaps, I would consider giving you 30 seconds. But nine minutes; that's quite impossible."

"No!" she sobbed.

"I liked your effort, Linda," said the Genie. "So the deal remains 5 strangers between 7:13PM and 12:00AM. You'll even find that this whole thing is getting easier. As a token of my good will, your little speech impediment is no longer with you."

The buzz of her alarm woke Linda the next morning. For a moment, it seemed like any work day to her. Then her aching pussy reminded her of the night before. She had given 10 men blowjobs, eight of them complete strangers. And they had fucked her, too. She was on the pill but it wasn't perfect. What if she got pregnant?

She could not remember going to bed last night but she remembered the visit from the genie. She under the curse. But the genie had also said she wouldn't misspeak again. She tried a few phrases without mishap but that proved little. She had only misspoke yesterday in the presence of others.

Glumly she got out of bed. She showered again for good measure despite the long one a few hours before. Despite the previous night's activity, she seemed little the worse for wear aside from a sore pussy. What could she expect after the screwing the last four teenagers gave her.

For breakfast, she made a bowl of oatmeal but found it unappetizing so she returned to the fridge to rummage for something better. A container of plain yogurt caught her eye. She took it out and tasted some using a finger.

"That's better but too cold," she said to herself.

She warmed it in the microwave then ate it tepid. She had never had it like that before but it was quite tasty. It reminded her of the blowjobs of the day before but to her surprise, she was not disgusted by the memory. On the contrary, it made her aching pussy hot. Maybe fulfilling the bargain tonight wouldn't be so bad, she thought. She was kind of looking forward to some more cock sucking.

She decided to dress for work and see if her little speech problem was really cured. If it was, she'd go on in. Afterall, she had earned the Mervin's account.

As she walked by his apartment, Brad her next door neighbor opened his door. He must have been waiting for her.

"Hey, Linda," he said.

He wore a smirk that irritated the hell out of her. But she thought she might as well find out right her if she could speak straight.

"I'm in a hurry, Brad," she said without difficulty. Her heart rose.

"Come on, it didn't take long yesterday."

"Maybe later."

On the drive in she found herself thinking of Brad. He had had the biggest cock of them all yesterday. She wouldn't mind trying it again some time soon.

At work, Bob her boss gave her a lecherous look, but otherwise things seemed normal. The receptionist even politely asked if she was feeling better. She retreated to her office to catch up on her email. It didn't take Bob long to follow her in.

"I didn’t see anything about the Mervin's account, Bob," she said before he could speak.

"Uh, Linda, it's yours. No problem. Just didn't want to do that by email."

She recalled his 8 inch cock. It had been quite fun to suck it. And swallowing his cum, though it had seemed gross yesterday, had a certain appeal today.

"When are you going to announce it, Bob?"

"Uh, well, next week. When everyone is back in the office. Tim's on the road you know."

She walked up to him and laid a hand on his belt buckle. She could feel his cock stirring in his pants. The thought of sucking his cock again was quite captivating, especially if it would get her the Mervin's account.

"I was kind of thinking today would be better, Bob."

She undid his buckle.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Yeah, today is good."

She knelt in front of him and gave him another blowjob, this time she actually enjoyed the feel of his cock in her mouth and throat. When he came she caught some of it in her open mouth and slurped it down to his surprise and pleasure. It reminded her of the yogurt she had had for breakfast. Pretty tasty, she thought.

"Call the meeting this afternoon, Bob."

He nodded and left with a glow on his face.

A few minutes later Bob announced by email an account managers meeting for later that afternoon.

The rest of the morning passed quickly for her. She managed to get a little work done but found herself daydreaming about the blowjobs from yesterday. Her daydreams continued through lunch, making her lunch date with a girlfriend a little strained. Her girlfriend had caught her several times sucking oddly on her kielbasa-on-a-stick, something she had never previously ordered. She was embarrassed but she did find it pleasing to have the big piece of meat between her lips.

That afternoon there were a few snickers and whispers when the account change was announced but she paid them little head. She was having a hard time thinking of anything but blowjobs. And her pussy was quite wet.

She left a little early to prepare for her evening's activity. She was determined to fulfill the bargain and be done with the genie. Besides, she had daydreamed about it all day and was looking forward to it.

Her red dress was pretty trashed. Dry cleaning might not salvage it. So she settled for a black sheath that showed her figure off quite well. She had another tub of warm yogurt before heading out.

The sleazy bar had proven more trouble than she had thought it would be. She needed a place with more men, men with spines. She chose a noisy road-side bar on the outskirts of town. It had a good biker contingent and was quite unsavory but she didn't think she would have any trouble offering blowjobs here.

Sure enough, when she entered, she had 40 pairs of male eyes on her and quite a few envious women as well. Two free drinks arrived simultaneously at her table minutes after she sat down. One came from a businessman, probably a salesman, out of place in the bar. The other came from a handsome young man in jeans, western shirt and string tie. She thought she saw a good bulge in his crotch. She nodded to him.

It was not yet 7:00 so she let him talk to her and buy her a few more drinks. Four drinks later she was quite drunk. It wasn't until nearly 8:00 that she remembered why she was here.

"Say, cowboy, how about I give you a blowjob?" she said into his ear.

Her companion, Bret, seemed quite taken back by the offer. She winked at him. Her speech wasn't yet slurred but she was having a little trouble focusing. All the better, she thought. This will go much more easily if I'm drunk.

When he didn't reply, she spoke again into his ear, "Come on big guy, I know the little guy wants to come out and play. What are you, gay?"

Bret considered her nervously for a moment then shrugged.

"Sure, Linda. I'm game if that's what you want."

She followed him out to his truck, a red dodge. As soon as they were both inside, she went right for his crotch. He pushed her back.

"Not here! Can't you see the cop across the street? He'll bust us."

Linda checked her watch. 8:03. She wasn't going to cut it close again this time. Either it was here in the parking lot or her brought some friends along.

"You want to go to your place?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Then you've got to bring four buddies with you."

"What?!"

"Otherwise, I'm out of here. Four more guys for me to suck or you can forget it."

"What are you a prostitute?"

"Nope. No charge. I just like to suck-cock." Just saying that phrase now brought a tingle to her body. "I'm a cock-sucker."

"I can see that."

He scratched his head.

"Well, I guess I can get four guys."

"Call them now. On my cell phone."

She handed it to him and listened as he contacted four of his friends. It made her hot listening to him tell them about this hot chick who wanted to suck four cocks. One guy took a lot of convincing but he eventually had all four.

Three were of them were waiting for him at his apartment by the time they got there. The fourth arrived as she started the festivities by sucking Bret's cock. He was a little disappointing in size and stamina but it was one stranger down.

With shots of tequila between blowjobs she did three more. She worked each guy as long as he would last, enjoying the fell of a hot cock in her mouth, enjoying the guys watching her and egging her on, anticipating the spurt of warm cream. To the cheers of the guys, she'd let each of them cum in her mouth and on her face then licked up every drop. She was too drunk to be surprised at herself for how much she enjoyed sucking up the goo.

After the fourth one, and 3 shots on top of 4 beers, she could barely focus. She let them strip her as she downed another shot. The fifth guy was reluctant to join in but seemed to be enjoying the show well enough.

"Come on, you got a cock I need to suck," she said with a slur. The other guys hooted and jeered at their reluctant friend but he continued to beg off.

"Your loss, dude," said Bret and stuck his cock in Linda's face. She sucked him off while another guy started fucking her from the rear. Hot cock in her face and pussy soon erased the soreness in her snatch and she started swaying to the double fuck. She had never enjoyed sex as much as this before. She found one of her hands working her clit without even thinking about it.

She sucked and fucked for another hour before passing out. In the morning when she woke, her hangover told her she must have had another 8 shots although she couldn't really remember what had happened. She woke up naked on the floor, caked with jizz. One of the guys was passed out on the couch. She could see Bret sleeping in his bedroom. The other guys must have taken off.

She made her way to the bathroom to cleanup some then looked for her dress. It had ended up behind the couch. She put it on without any underwear. Bra and panties were well coated in jizz and had no appeal. By then, Bret had got up and watched her dress.

"You're quite the horny lady," he said.

She didn't feel horny now with her head pounding and her pussy as sore as ever. She just nodded.

"Want some breakfast?" he asked.

"No, I got to get out of here," she meant to say but said, "No, I got to suck cock."

She put her hand to her mouth in surprise. Her speech problem had returned. Hadn't she sucked five strangers last night? Well before midnight? There was the reluctant one but surely he had joined in by the end. She couldn't remember.

"Please, just take me back to my car," she said deliberately without mishap.

"What about the blowjob?"

She considered. It still had appeal. Quite strong, actually, the more she thought about it. She sucked him off quickly, finding she couldn't wait for his jizz. She didn't mind the old sex crusted on his dick.

Fortunately, it was Saturday and she didn’t have to go into work. She showered for sometime once home, finding herself getting quite hot just thinking about the evening. Fucking five perfect strangers (or had it been only four?), even fucking two guys at once. She fingered herself to orgasm twice in the shower.

As she toweled off, the genie appeared.

"Most disappointing, Linda," he said.

She looked up in surprise.

"I did five guys," she said.

"No, I am afraid one held out on you. It was only four."

"No way. There were five guys. I'm sure I got all of them."

"As I said, I am very meticulous. I have given you three times to fulfill the bargain and three times you have failed me. Perhaps you do not think I am serious about this bargain. The stakes are therefore raised. Ten strangers from 7:13 to 12:00. And a little reminder to keep you focused on your mission."

He pointed a finger at her ass and she felt a burning sensation on her right ass check as he disappeared.

She checked her ass in the mirror. There was a very lifelike tattoo of Linda with a cock in her mouth. Flecks of jizz hung in her hair and on her check. Her cheeks burned with shame but the sight also made her horny.

She sat on her bed. Crying and sobbing seemed pointless. The last few days had left her too drained and jaded for that. Suicide she briefly considered and rejected. She had not given up yet. So, what to do? If she did not fulfill the bargain immediately, her life was going to get to the point where suicide was an option. She had to find a way to blow ten strangers in the allotted time and without chance of mishap.

Cruising bars and 7-11 stores would get her a some guys but not enough, not with enough certainty. Where could she find 10 horny strangers? Or better yet, 20 or 30 horny strangers. No point in taking any more chances now.

Then it came to her: a fraternity. They were packed full of boys in their sexual prime, mostly hard up. She just had to get into the right one, probably a jock-house and then her only problem would be getting out, not sucking off ten guys.

The thought of sucking so many cocks made her pussy hot. Cock-sucking had never had much appeal before but sucking cock, guzzling jizz and doing it to strangers now seemed the height of erotic. Her hand found the vibrator in her nightstand. She gave herself several more orgasms.

That afternoon, she cruised the college checking for likely fraternities. Two stood out. Both on lower fraternity row. One was fairly thoroughly trashed, an animal house. The other was in better shape but something about the way the guys eyed her as she drove by indicated it would do.

She avoided contact with anyone lest she proposition them with her misspeaking. The thought of a blowjob in the afternoon actually held strong attraction but she did not want to lose focus on fulfilling the bargain.

That evening she walked up to the animal-house. Knocking on the door was pointless: it had been removed. Besides, six fraternity brothers hung out on the porch, all watching the beautiful lady in the black leather miniskirt and halter. It was a slut outfit, one she had acquired for a Halloween party a few years back. But tonight fit her cover story, one she had decided on for maximum blowjob potential.

"Hi, boys," she said sashaying up the steps. "I'm your present tonight."

"What?" managed one of the surprised frat brothers.

"I'm from Mike. I'm your present. I'm here to suck ever cock on this house."

The six brothers gaped it her for a moment.

"Mike? Mike who?" asked the one guy seemingly still capable of speech.

"Don't have a last name, fellas. Not in my business. Just said he hit it big after graduating a couple years ago and this was his gift to his old buddies."

She hadn't a clue if there had ever been a Mike in this house. But the place looked like it had to have 30 brothers at one time. Surely there had been a Mike in the recent past. Besides, it's not like these guys would know every past brother themselves.

"So, what was it you were here for?" asked the bold one.

"To suck-cock," she said, licking her lips.

The statement brought a warmth to her pussy. She loved saying it.

"I'm a cock-sucking, sperm eating whore. And I'll do you right on the porch."

"You've got to be putting us on," he replied.

"Suit yourself," she said.

She walked up, knelt before him and reached for his fly.

"Wait! Okay! Not out here. Campus security will see and we'll get busted."

He led her into the house and down to the basement. The whole downstairs was one large room done in ugly green shag. A permanent keg station sat by an ratty pool table. The place was brightly lit by several florescent fixtures. He led Linda to a corner. The five other brothers from the porch plus a few more in the house had followed him down.

"Okay, whore," he said. "Put out."

He apparently still expected this was some sort of prank from the smirk on his face. Linda quickly erased it by freeing his cock from his pants and plunging down on to it. The talk of cock-sucker on the porch and her thoughts about it during the day had her so hungry for cock she had the guy spurting off in a minute.

"Who's next?" she asked, licking her lips. She only counted 8 guys in the room and hoped the frat house had at least 10 brothers here tonight.

She needn't have worried. When she gave up at 5:00am, more for lack of stiff cocks then anything else, she had serviced 35 brothers, all but a few of them several times. Their puke green carpet was soaked with jizz, not that the brothers cared. Linda was equally soaked but satiated. A few brothers remained awake and watched her mutely as she gathered her purse and clothes, scattered early on. She loosely toweled off with some of the brothers' discarded clothing but didn’t clean too much. She liked the feel and smell of the jizz on her skin.

Back home she showered and masturbated for an hour. When she got out she knew the genie would be standing there waiting for her.

"Okay, genie, that had to be ten strangers," she said.

"Twenty two before midnight," he said. "I am quite impressed. You have fulfilled your bargain."

She glanced at her ass cheek. The tattoo was still there.

"What about this? And my little speech problem?"

"Or your fascination with the oral arts?" he added. "Those all are little goads to get you to complete your bargain. I am under no obligation to remove any of them."

"What!? I'm going to offer to suck cock every time I open my mouth?" she said hotly. Even though the thought heated her pussy, she knew she'd be ruined if she couldn't speak two sentences in a row without propositioning someone.

"Linda. You were told that there would be, shall we say, interest penalties for late payment."

"But I sucked more than 10 guys!"

"That is irrelevant. However, I am not a cruel being. You did, in the end, more than fulfill the bargain. I shall remove one item. You may chose to correct your speech difficulties, remove the tattoo, or remove your fondness for cock-sucking."

"Shit, I'll keep the last one. Can't you remove the first two?"

The genie shook his head.

"Okay. The speech thing. Make my misspeaking problem go away."

"Done!" said the genie. "And should you desire any other possessions, say more gold, I am sure we can come to further agreements."

The tattoo provided moments of embarrassment, mostly in doctor's offices. But her sex partners usually knew about her fondness for blowjobs before they ever saw her ass so that was less of a problem. She managed to keep her advertising job, thanks to frequent and enthusiastic servicing of Bob and some of the other managers although her reputation was in tatters both because of her thing with Bob but also the fact that any guy who knew her (and many who didn't) could pretty much get a blowjob for the asking. Linda didn't care, she loved it.