Angela and the Men by Salacious_Scribe

For the 750 Event, Angela gives three handjobs

Mille Dynamite

NOTE:This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Angela and the Men

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge,

below this line are exactly 750 words:

Angela dolled herself up in a cute schoolgirl outfit and set out for a fun Saturday afternoon and night. The 18-year-old had finished the last final of the semester. Monday, she'd head home for the Holiday break. She was a virgin and wanted to stay one.

In some ways, Angela Lambert had a cold, cruel heart. But why not give a little joy to random souls in 'Tis the season.

The Library

The library bustled with activity. People of all ages browsed the shelves and tapped away on their laptops.

Angela pranced about the stacks, looking for her first. Hum, what shall we say, victim or recipient?Oh, how about him, she thought,Professor Tannenbaum. The oldest instructor on campus. After all, Christmas is right around the corner.

The old man sat at a table in the corner, surrounded by books on art history. Angela sat beside the old, bespeckled man with his nose buried in a book on art appreciation.

She glanced around furtively before reaching over and undoing his pants. He looked up at her in shock as she pulled out his cock and began to stroke him. She could feel the tension in his body as she worked him with her hand, his breath coming faster and faster.

"Shhh... don't make a sound. But consider this before you give me the final grade this semester."

She stared ahead, not casting her eyes to-or-fro, all the while manipulating the Chode. Seeing her, you'd assume she was bored and perhaps disappointed.

He continued to look at his book, eyes gazed over, a trickle of spatial running down his bearded chin. A flicker of a smile. A tear escaping an eye rolled down his wrinkled cheek. He said something soft and low and bowed his head. It was as though he thanked god for something.

"Thank you," he said in a low grumbling voice.

Angela wiped her hand on his pants leg and stood up, leaving him with a dazed expression.

The Matinee

A nice-looking man, about ten years her senior, had caught her eye in the lobby. It was her good fortune that they went to the same movie. Angela flashed her bare ass to the man before sitting. She stared blankly at the screen a few seats away.

His eyes darted from her to the screen. Halfway through the feature, she moved beside him.

In the back row of the balcony, Angela deftly unzipped the handsome man's pants. She reached inside and confidently grasped his tiny, erect penis, her fingers wrapping around it tightly.

"You've been thinking about me," she said.

He watched her. His eyes wide, the tension building with each jerk of her hand. Her expression remained blank, uninhibited, and quite robotic as she continued. Two fingers and thumb, quick, short jerks.

The sensations intensified, edging him nearer with each stroke.

The man fought for composure. His body prepared for the climax. All too soon, he'd shoot. His breathing quickened, and his heart pounded, adding to the chaos. A wave of pleasure crested, a jolt, and gasped as she squeezed his nut sack.

With that, he released into her waiting hand. She skillfully milked every last drop from him. Withdrawing her hand, Angela wiped the cum on his shirt and face. The audacity of her act left him stunned and aroused at the same time.

"Bye-bye, faggot."

The Nightclub

The music played loud and wildly, vibrating the walls and floor. Angela, dressed in a tight black dress, sat in a secluded booth. Her eyes scanned the room. She spotted him, a tall, thin geek, standing at the bar, nursing a drink.

She rose from her seat and weaved through the crowd with grace and confidence. Heads turned. She stopped beside Geek Boy. Without a word, she undid his belt buckle. His eyes widened in surprise as she pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants, pulling out his cock.

It was neither long nor short, thick or thin.

She stroked him slowly with smooth, deliberate motions. He leaned into the bar. His breath hung in his throat. Angela picked up the pace. She never broke eye contact with the mirror. Her gaze fixed on his reflection as she worked him.

"For an ugly fuck like you, this is the best you can hope for."

The words bored into his brain. The stranger groaned as his cum spilled over her fingers. She wiped his discharge across his lips and walked away, leaving him stunned and satisfied.

Angela and the Men

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