Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 1
Suzie gets offered the vacation
of a lifetime; with a catch.
By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the
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Suzie Travino was exhausted. She
was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural
design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful
Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone
expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy
League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a
surprise that she decided to go into architectural design.
displeased, was her father. Suzie's dad had her whole future practically mapped
out, and it definitely didn't involve architecture. She was going to go to the
same school he did, at a reduced legacy rate, which would save money to put
toward law school, where she would succeed wildly, ace the bar, and then take
over his practice one day so he could retire.
This was not what she wanted,
however, and the fact that she went against her father's wishes put that much
more stress on her to succeed. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't' nearly
as generous with his money as he would have been if she had just done what he
Suzie was tired of doing what other
people wanted. Trouble was, she was good at it. She never rocked the boat, and
was too concerned about how other people viewed her to ever stand up for
herself and assert what she wanted.
Going to architecture school was
the first thing she had ever done for herself, and it was dangerously close to
blowing up in her face. Classes were harder than she ever imagined, and she had
been focusing on nothing else for the past eight months. Maybe her dad was
right, she thought, maybe she should have just done what he wanted. Maybe if
she had, she wouldn't have put on twenty pounds, and wouldn't have nightly stress
dreams. Maybe she'd have time for a social life.
In high school, Suzie was a social
butterfly. She was a people pleaser by nature, so she was easy to get along
with, and easy to date, once her father allowed it. No dating till she was 18,
he decreed, and Suzie obeyed. Once the time came she got a boyfriend, because
that's what you were "supposed to do." She wasn't even sure if she
really liked the guy, but her dad did, and he checked a box, so that was enough
for her. At least that's what she thought.
She was also a perfectionist. Due
to her nature, or due to the pushing of her father, Suzie always wanted to be
the best at whatever she did, and she applied the same drive that made her high
school class valedictorian to all facets of her life, including her love life.
Suzie was determined to be the perfect girlfriend, even though she herself was
unsure of what she truly wanted romantically. She wasn't even sure she even
Despite only having one boyfriend,
she had a pretty active fantasy life, as her hormones and desires started
firing off, and more often than not when enjoying the pleasures of her own
company she found herself thinking not about her boyfriend, or any man for that
matter, but other girls in her class. Like Chrissy Thomas, the skinny,
big-breasted theater girl.
Suzie liked Chrissy, and liked her
style. Suzie couldn't help but notice that Chrissy definitely dressed to show
off her considerable assets while never making it look like she was. Chrissy
never showed skin or cleavage, but also never shied away from tight, form
fitting tops that accented her flat stomach and huge tits. Something spoke to
her about Chrissy's expression-through-repression, and it turned her on
immensely. Suzie, like practically everyone in the class, male or female, was
desperate to see her bare tits, but it was the thoughts of sucking them,
kissing them, kissing her, that made Suzie wonder about herself.
As stated, she wanted to be the
perfect girlfriend. She knew being physical was a big part of that, and she was
excited to experience it. Sex however, was off the table. She had plans, and
was not willing to risk getting pregnant, no matter how many precautions were
taken. This wasn't to say that Suzie and her boyfriend never got physical,
however. She wanted to keep him happy, but wanted to make sure she didn't come
off too slutty, and so as she prepared for dating, she decided that handjobs
would be the extent of their sexual experimentation.
Maybe not ideal to some, but as
mentioned before, Suzie was a perfectionist.
The first time Suzie experienced
her boyfriend's cock, she was fascinated more than turned on. Both soft and
hard at the same time, she liked touching it, and her boyfriend definitely
seemed to like when she did so. She knew what the end result was supposed to
be, and she had a basic idea of how to get there, but she was taken very much
by surprise at how quickly he shot off that first time. She barely got her hand
around it when suddenly he moaned and tensed. She saw two spurts of white leap
out of his tip, and then her fingers got warm, sticky, and wet as the rest of
his load pulsed out over her fingers like a melting ice cream cone.
She smiled; if this was all it took
to get a guy off, she would have no trouble doing this from time to time.
The second time, however, didn't
prove to be so simple. It took longer, and she realized she really had no idea
what she was doing. She was determined to make sure that didn't happen again,
so from then on, for the rest of their senior year-spanning relationship, Suzie
practiced, much to her boyfriend's delight. By the time they broke up just
before leaving for college, Suzie had gone from shy strokes to confident
milking, and she felt confident that she gave the best handjob in her whole
But she wanted to know for sure.
She needed to know for sure. She needed the only person who could tell her for
sure: the biggest male slut in the school, Dez Carter.
Suzie and Dez didn't exactly travel
in the same social circles. Dez was a star running back, Suzie was a star
bookworm. But Dez had a reputation, and she was sure he'd be amenable to being
So the final week of classes, Suzie
approached Dez and laid it out for him: she needed to test her handjob skills
on someone with experience, so she was offering a one time, no strings attached
handjob in exchange for an honest review of her abilities.
"Just a handjob. That's it."
mild shock, "what do you mean what's in it for you? You get a
"Why would I want a handjob
from you when I could fuck practically any girl I want?"
He had a point. She might be giving
him an orgasm, but at the end of the day it was he who was doing her a favor.
Still, she was confident in her skills, so she went for broke.
"Okay, listen. If you let me
give you a handjob, and if you can honestly say that it is not, hands-down, the
best handjob you've ever gotten,” she took a breath, "I'll let you take my
virginity. And you can tell anyone you want about it."
A big smile formed on Dez's face.
He had always had a bit of a thing for Suzie, if only because she was such a
big question mark. Always with the same guy, no stories about her, plus the
allure of fucking the smartest girl in the class always made his cock buzz.
boyfriend's gonna like that."
It was true. She was still with her
boyfriend, and part of her felt bad about going behind his back like this, but
she also knew it was only a matter of time until they broke up and went their
separate ways for college.
"He's not going to find out.
Because I'm not going to lose."
Dez smiled again. This was a
no-lose situation for him. Even if she was right, all he had to do was say it
wasn't the best, and he was free to be the first one to fuck this fine Asian
bookworm. That plus her cockiness made it impossible to say no.
That Friday, Suzie found herself in
Dez's basement bedroom, wondering if she had gotten in over her head as Dez
freed his big, black cock from his pants. She was slightly in awe. It was only
the second cock she had ever seen, and it was much bigger than her boyfriend's.
It would require every skill she had developed to please. Suzie gulped,
stretched her hand, and got to work.
Suzie would leave Dez's house with
her virginity, and her ego, fully intact.
Thinking about it later, given the
situation, the heat of the moment, she was surprised she didn't sleep with Dez
anyway. He was a good looking, experienced guy, it was sure to have been a good
first time, but Suzie wasn't interested in that. Truth be told, she wasn't even
that interested in it when it was her boyfriend she was with. He did his best
when they fooled around, but he didn't have the same drive to be the best at it
that she did. She told herself that's why she found her mind wandering anytime
his hands made it between her legs. Why she needed to think of Chrissy Thomas'
tits to get wet; why she needed to think of that one night, that one
"almost" with the gothic smoke show Tara, to get anywhere even close
Suzie obviously had considered she
might be gay, or at the very least bi, but she pushed that possibility way
down, straight out of her mind. Her parents wouldn't accept it, and neither
would her life's plan. She was going to meet and marry a successful man and
have children with him, and that was that. But still, anytime Suzie had a
little too much to drink, her inhibitions started to slip away, and that little
"what if?" inside her started to push itself up towards the surface.
Suzie didn't want to call her
feelings for Tara a crush, but that's absolutely what they were. Tara was the
kind of girl who just oozed sexuality, and Suzie just chalked it up to the fact
that pretty much everyone, male and female, had naughty thoughts about Tara.
But that didn't explain how; at a party one night Suzie found herself alone in
a room with none other than Tara, touching, kissing, groping; feeling each
Tara was topless, revealing to
Suzie a perfect pair of tits that made her mouth water. She felt them. They
were perfect. She kissed them; they tasted perfect. Tara squealed when Suzie
instinctively took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. Then, a bolt of pure
lightning shot through Suzie's body when she felt Tara's hand touch her cunt
They rolled over. Tara's skirt
bunched up. She took off her panties. Suzie felt a draw towards her flushed
lips in a way she never did toward her boyfriend's cock. She dropped her head
lower. Sliding towards it.
A phone buzz; her father.
Suzie snapped out of it, like she
had awoken from a trance, and rushed out of the room with a flurry of
embarrassment and "sorries”.
Back at home Suzie did her best to
get the vision of Tara's wet, willing cunt out of her mind. She pictured her
boyfriend's hard cock as she touched herself that night, but it was Tara's cunt
she saw when she started to cum.
She had high hopes for possible
romance once she got to college, but those were quickly dashed once the
intensity of her program revealed itself. With little time for anything else,
she barely had time to make friends, let alone take a lover, save for a single
night toward the end of her first year.
Working late at the lab, crunching
to complete their projects for the semester, she and her classmate named
Charles fell into each other's arms born out of sheer exhaustion and stress. He
was cute and nice, and the spontaneity of it turned her on immensely. She
needed a release, an explosion, and so right there in the architecture lab,
Suzie found herself balanced on a nearby table, feeling a man push into her for
It was sudden, it was fast, and if
it hadn't been for Charles' semen splattered erratically on her lower stomach,
she might not have even had proof anything had happened. She had been on birth
control for a number of years, but even in the chaos of that moment, not having
a condom, she was wise enough not to chance throwing her life off course by
letting this random man finish inside her.
Suzie was happy it happened, and
the experience wasn't unpleasant. She enjoyed the feeling of someone on top of
her, the sweet pleasurable pain of a real life cock spreading her open, but
afterward she found herself mildly disappointed. She had expected sex would be
a new task for her to master enthusiastically, but whether because of the
middling experience, or her overwhelming workload, she found herself generally
disinterested with a repeat performance.
However, when the nights rolled
around, and she was alone in her dorm room, she very enthusiastically slipped
her dildo in and out of herself, thoughts of Chrissy's tits and Tara's cunt
filling her desperate mind.
But now, here she was, back home
after her first grueling year, doing her best to keep a face on that says
school hadn't crushed her soul, that her social and love life weren't bottomed
out, and that she knew exactly what she wanted and was being successful at
"Suzie, Arthur's coming by
tomorrow, I want you to make sure you say hi to him. He's got an internship
opening you'd be perfect for!" Her father shouted up at her as she settled
Suzie groaned, and fell face first
onto her bed. It was going to be a long summer.
Suzie slept harder and longer than
she had in months. The next morning she didn't exactly wake up refreshed, but
she definitely was on her way, and she had to admit the comfort of her own,
familiar bed did wonders.
Padding down to the kitchen to make
some toast and find some coffee, the thunderous,’ up-and-at-them’ voice of her
father shook out whatever sleep was left in her head.
"Suzie doll! You slept almost
all day! Is this the kind of slacking they teach you at that art school of
Suzie hated it when he called her
university "art school." The blatant disrespect sent a spike of
migraine through her temple every time he did. And for the record, it was 11
am, not exactly the whole day.
breakfast, dad," she said weakly.
"Well don't eat too much.
Arthur's coming for lunch in an hour and you don't want to look too bloated.
Get yourself together and come down so you can talk, okay?"
already regretting coming home at all.
Suzie couldn't help but hear her
father's words in her head as she looked at herself in the mirror, fresh out of
the shower. "'Don't look too bloated,'" she repeated sarcastically as
she looked over her body in the mirror, "thanks dad." It was true
Suzie had put on weight, the freshman fifteen plus give or take five pounds
extra, but she discovered her genes were on her side, noting that the added
weight seemed to settle in the best places possible.
Skinny with small tits and only the
glimmer of an ass was how she had remembered herself, but the freshman fifteen
(or twenty) had actually filled her out quite nicely. Her small tits had
plumped into solid handfuls, and her hips had developed a nice curve, turning
that glimmer of an ass into something much more tangible. To her father she
probably looked fat, but to her, she actually was starting to feel like a
Throwing on a sensible blouse and
some leggings, Suzie went down to find her father and Arthur lounging with
drinks and a charcuterie board on the back patio.
Arthur was a young businessman her
father had worked with for a couple years. A little over thirty and
independently wealthy, Suzie's father was smitten with his success. He also
appreciated Arthur's no nonsense straight talk, and the two became fast friends.
Arthur quickly became a regular at the Travino household, and he and Suzie's
dad loved to steal away and talk business.
Suzie wasn't even sure what
Arthur's business was, but whatever it was he seemed to be very good at it. She
stalked him online and found many a photo of Arthur in very expensive suits in
very expensive locations, and apparently with a variety of different beautiful
women. She did have to admit he was a good looking guy; that, plus his money
and his skill at dressing, assured her he'd have no trouble finding someone to
keep him company. They had become friendly, but he was firmly her father's
friend, and neither paid the other too much mind.
Golden, wavy hair, a big smile, and
an expensive watch rose to greet her, and she shook his hand and joined them at
"Suzie, come on, is this what
you'd wear to a job interview?" Her father said as they all sat down.
"I'm not at a job interview,
dad, this is lunch at my house." she said with minimal snarkiness,
reaching for a curl of prosciutto and cheese.
breakfast?" Her father said flatly. The cheese tasted sour.
"So," Arthur interjected,
trying to change the subject, "how'd your first year at Architecture
Design school treat you?"
said, meeting his smile with a weak one of her own. At least he took what she
was doing seriously, unlike her own father.
"That's a tough beat; I have a
few friends who've gone through there. Not all of them graduated, but the ones
who did are doing very well for themselves."
She smiled again. She didn't need
him to come to her defense, but it was still nice to have an ally.
"Yeah, it's intense; nothing I
"That's good to hear." He
father piped in, "you're not at school, you're home now, which means you
need a job. Lucky for you Arthur here has an internship program that will get
you some excellent experience in the business world, and he's willing to take
her defenses rising up again, "and what exactly is it that you do,
he said, skipping the details because he knew she didn't care, "it's an
international firm that moves around lots of assets. It might not really be
blurted, "of course it's her thing! If you're gonna be a business lawyer
you gotta know business!"
eyes rolled again, defeated.
"You know, there are some
other firms I have connections to that could be much more applicable to what
Suzie's interests are. I could make some calls;” There he was, doing his best
again. Unnecessary, but appreciated.
"Don't be silly. Why go to the
trouble; my Suzie is perfect for your program!"
Arthur looked at Suzie, who was
"Listen, Suzie," he said,
trying to smooth things over. He didn't want her to feel ganged up on.
"Why don't you and I have lunch tomorrow, and I can give you the details
of what the program entails, and if you like it, we can move forward, and if
not, I'd love to hear all about your AD program. Sound good?"
father answered for her. "That'll give her just enough time to get her act
together," he said rather sternly.
Suzie weakly parroted. This was going to be rough.
She stayed silent, picking at her
uneaten meat as her father yapped on to the son he never had, until finally
she'd had enough and blurted out "I have to go, I think I just got my
Her father stammered as she left,
the female reproductive system always being a point of embarrassment and
discomfort for him. Arthur just smiled a wry smile, knowing exactly what sort
The next day, Suzie pulled on
clothes even less appropriate for a job interview than the day before, and
reluctantly met Arthur for lunch.
"Feel free to get anything you
want; lunch is on me." Arthur said as the waitress came over.
Suzie said, immediately testing the limits.
waitress said, an eyebrow cocked.
Suzie stared at her for a second,
then at Arthur, who raised his eyebrows at her in helplessness. "I'll have
an ice tea," she grumbled, defeated once again.
