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I Paid for My First Dive Computer By Giving a Blowjob to The Dive Shop Owner When I Was 18
I swallowed sperm in a back store after sucking my scuba diving instructor’s cock, and my mom encouraged me to do it! I love her! [My Sex Life Diary]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I got hooked on scuba diving during a family vacation when I was 14. My dad paid for all of us to experience breathing underwater. They called it “discover scuba diving.” My dad wanted us to see tropical fish and coral. We all liked it, but I fell in love with it! My mom, not so much.
Back in our hometown, my dad paid for scuba lessons. He always spoiled me! I just had to bat my eyelids while sitting close to him on the couch to get everything I wanted. It made my mom laugh every time!
From 14 to 17 years old, I took a bunch of scuba diving courses and always went diving during family vacations. My daddy made sure to pick a destination where I could dive, even if my mom would have wanted other kinds of holidays sometimes. I always won over her!
I started my divemaster course when I was 17 years old. Divemaster is the first professional level. Typically, a divemaster leads tourists on dive outings and helps scuba diving instructors. I had to wait to turn 18 before completing the divemaster course.
Then I started the dive instructor development course (IDC) right away. I was lucky because the dive shop my dad had picked for my entry-level PADI Open Water Diver course offered all levels of training, including professional scuba diving courses.
Usually, once you become a dive instructor, you own a full set of dive gear, and my dad purchased everything I needed. Well… Except for a dive computer! He thought we were still diving with dive tables. I asked him if he rode a horse to work, but he didn’t get the aging reference!
I knew which dive computer I wanted—the same one my Course Director was using. A PADI Course Director is one who trains dive instructors. He was also the dive shop owner. He had an expensive wrist dive computer that doubled as a fancy watch. Even if nobody wears watches nowadays, I thought it looked rich on his wrist. I mentioned to him my interest in that computer a few times.
One day after a pool session, I pretended to be stealing his dive computer while he was changing. Once I gave it back to him, he told me to meet him at the dive shop, and he would figure something out for me. He said I could probably pay for it by giving a few courses for his dive shop after I graduated as a dive instructor.
The store was closed, but we had access to it from the pool located at the back of the store. I found him on the phone in his office, his butt resting on the edge of his desk. I stood in front of him and waited. He seemed to be talking to his wife unless he was shopping for honey!
As I looked around and glanced at him, I noticed a bulge growing in his pants. Of course, it made me smile. He was staring at me while talking to his wife. I always thought he was attracted to me, and now I had proof.
With my right hand, I lifted my t-shirt and casually caressed my belly. I already suspected I was an exhibitionist. And the bulge grew!
I got closer to him and rested my ass on the desk next to him, my leg touching his. He didn’t move away, so I extended my hand and caressed the bulge on his pants. He instinctively grabbed my hand and pushed it away, but I brought it right back, and he didn’t object when I touched him a second time. I was 18 years old, and I thought it was funny! I’ve been told that I was a brat.
I squeezed his cock through his pants, then went on my knees in front of him and unzipped them. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his cock popped right out. I giggled. His phone conversation turned more erratic. He regularly took a pause between words while looking down at me. The funniest part was hearing his apologies to his wife. He had done something wrong, and the “sorry’s” were plenty, all while he had an 18-year-old student holding his cock in his office.
Imagine how many more sorry’s that would be if she were to find out? That thought gave me shivers.
I kissed the tip of his hard cock and licked around the prepuce after pushing the foreskin off the little head with my mouth. His breathing became irregular, and he said a final sorry to his wife, along with something like, “We’ll talk later, honey!” before ending the conversation.
“What are you sorry about?” I asked, smirking like a rascal.
He didn’t answer. I licked the side of his penis, up and down. He put his hands on the top of my head and guided his shaft inside my mouth. From that point on, I barely did anything. He was fucking my mouth, in and out, in and out, in and out…
I managed to stop him long enough to ask him for his dive computer. While waiting for an answer, I held his cock, but stopped licking and stroking. He quickly removed the dive computer from his wrist and gave it to me. I wanted to laugh, but I had little chance because his cock was immediately back in my mouth. He fucked it until I felt a jet of gooey, warm stuff pouring out of it.
I had plenty of practice giving blowjobs before and didn’t have any issue with warm sperm in my mouth — in fact, I loved it. It is like hot milk to me. When I was young with little experience, I thought I “had” to take in the entire cock and swallow the stuff coming out of it. I only found out later on that most women didn’t! Yet, I never had much of a gag reflex, so I kept on pleasuring men by doing both. I supposed it made me more popular than other girls!
However, it was my first “swallow for benefits”! At 18 years old, in the back of a dive shop, I performed a sexual act in exchange for an expensive, fancy dive computer.
I thought it was amusing that I had sucked my dive instructor's cock, while he had never seen me naked, which is, I bet, what he wanted more than anything else. You know… Men!
Once he was done unloading sperm, he seemed shy and uncomfortable with what had happened. As for me, I felt dirty, like I had prostituted myself — No! I’m just kidding! I was proud of myself! I finally had the dive computer I wanted, and I had gotten it for free — sort of! But I wasn’t sure what I would say when my dad asked where I got it. That problem got solved after I told my mom what I had done, and then she told my dad she had purchased it for me.
It was not my first old-man cock, far from it, but it was the first one I unzipped while the man was on the phone with his wife! And the first one as a form of payment. It turned out to be a weekly ritual. I told you I love sperm and being a brat! I sucked his cock after school on Fridays, and for some reason, I always got the shifts I wanted in the dive shop!
I went on a dive trip with this man after becoming a dive instructor. Read about it here:
My passion for scuba diving brought me to write an erotica series about a young woman discovering scuba diving and exhibitionism during a one-week vacation.
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