0 comments/ 184272 views/ 0 favorites Losing It By: ElWapo I’d like to tell you the story of the day I lost my virginity; I was 19 years old. This was in the late sixty’s the decade of free love. But I was what you would call a late bloomer. Heck, I wasn’t even sure that I was ready to go all the way with a woman. As it happen I had a friend who was going to get married in a few weeks and he wanted to have one last big fling before he got married. He talked me and a friend named Richard, into going on a fuck quest. My name is Al and my soon to be married friend was named Alfred. Alfred was a good four or five years older than Richard and I and we had thought of him to be worldlier than us. Alfred had told us about a place just across the border in Mexico. A small town called San Luis. It was a border town where prostitution was legal. Well, at least there were no hassles with the law. Only thing it was about a four-hour drive. Well Alfred had a new Camaro and wanted to drive us. We agreed to go the next weekend. We still all lived at home so we made up a story that we were going fishing and would be gone all weekend. At this time nobody thought any different. So on Friday afternoon Alfred picked me and Richard up and we were off. At first I didn’t think the drive would be much. As I found out sitting in a cramped Camaro for four hours was not fun. Good thing he had air conditioning because we had to go through the hottest area in California even at night. The place we had to go was near the Arizona town of Yuma. When we crossed into Mexico it must have been past nine o’clock at night. We all felt an excitement and giddiness and a bit of nervousness. As we drove into San Luis we came to a part of town that looked like it was right out of a western movie. The buildings were old and looked like they were about to fall apart. I almost expected to see horse hitches in front of the buildings. When we parked and entered one of the buildings it was like entering a western saloon. There were people all around both Americans and Mexicans. We found out later there also Indians there. Everybody was drinking laughing and having a good time. There were women everywhere, good looking women, ugly women, skinny ones and fat ones. Hell, the place had every type of women you could want. It was weird as soon as we sat down dozens of girl’s came over and asked we would buy them a drink. Alfred being the only one of us that could speak Spanish fluently told them to leave us alone and give us a little time. We ordered some beers and just took in the sites. As we sat there we could see different people being led upstairs. Alfred was the most anxious and saw a woman he liked. He called her over, she sat down and Alfred bought her a drink. When they brought the beer over to her it was in a smaller bottle than ours. Alfred said that was so she wouldn’t get drunk and stayed sober to earn more money. That was when he negotiated the price of a fuck. He talked to her first then told us what he said. He told us that the price of a fuck was five dollars and if he wanted all night, thirty dollars. You have to remember this was the sixty’s, five bucks went a long way. He just wanted a fuck; she led him upstairs to where she had a room. He was back in less than twenty minutes, with a big smile on his face. He smelled of perfume, she had sprayed him so he wouldn’t smell of the fuck he just got. He sat down and told us he needed a rest before he did it again. With that he showed us around the place. It turned out that the whole city block was connected. There were four saloons and each saloon was connected to one just like it next door. That was that way women could go from one place to the other to work with different people or customers. Richard was next, he saw a women almost as tall as he was, which was about six foot three. She had a light complexion with short black hair. Her build was a bit thin but I guess that is what he wanted. She led him upstairs as well. Again he was only gone only a short while too. He came back with a bigger smile on his face than Alfred had. This was his first time as well. We all shook hands and slapped each other on the back. I knew I was next. When it came to my turn I wanted a very specific type. She had to be a mature woman with a little meat on her. I liked a woman I could hold on to and not worry about hitting myself with a bone or something. She didn’t have to have big breasts but I did want them to be full and round with big nipples. We went into the bar next door and there I saw the woman I wanted. I called her over and bought her a drink. Her name was Rosa. We settled on the price for my tryst. She led me to a room in back of the saloon. I followed her down a dark alley and into a dimly lighted room with a bed and bathroom. The room was clean and well taken care of. She spoke a little English and I was able to tell her that this was to be my first time. When I told her that I was a virgin, she took on a certain glow, almost happy. She was surprised that I was a virgin. Most of the people that used her service were men of the world or so the men thought. With care she undressed me. Being nineteen I was ready and more than able. Hell, I already had an erection. She removed her clothes; she wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. This I suppose was to make her job easier. She was an older woman maybe in her early thirties, to me being nineteen she was an older woman. She had large breasts that hung down on her chest with large nipples. She was a little on the plump side with wide hips. I guess I was too much in a hurry because I don’t remember what her pussy looked like. But she was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t mine that she was a prostitute, in fact it was kind of exciting. She laid me down on my back and wiped my penis off with a wet towel. I damn near came when she did that because no person had ever touched me like that before. She laid down next to me and pulled me on top of her. This was about forty years ago and there was no worry about AIDS so I didn’t have to wear a condom. Her hands gripped my penis and guided it to the Promised Land. As I entered her I felt a sharp pain coming from my penis. I was not circumcised and found out later that when entering her I pushed my foreskin back over the head of my penis, in other words I popped my cherry. I only felt pain for an instant and continued to pump her. Being young I didn’t take long, I started pumping and in a few minutes I came! Remember that this was my first time with a woman. When I withdrew my penis it was covered with blood. That really got me scared, but she told me that the bleeding was a natural occurrence because it was my first time. Rosa wiped the blood off and cleaned me up. The whole process took about twenty minutes. I felt like I had spent hours with her. I got dressed and went back to meet my friends in the bar. Where we all laughed and slapped each other on the back and I then proceeded to get filthy drunk. I ended up spending the rest of the night asleep in the car. Alfred was still spreading his wild oats had a go two or three more times with ladies of his choosing. I don’t remember what happen to Richard. When we returned home nobody was the wiser. The only problem was that Alfred’s mother had called my mother and asked if she knew where we went. My mother told her that I had said we were going fishing. She said Alfred told her same thing, only thing was that Alfred did not take any of his tackle with him. Losing It! Do you know what it’s like to have something take over your whole life? To be so obsessed that every waking thought leads only in a single direction? I do. My preoccupation was the usual one for a eighteen year-old male – sex - but I was a particularly suitable case for treatment. What really gripped me was that I seemed to be the last of my entire class to have a proper girlfriend. To hear the others talk, you’d believe they spent every night in some incredible bonk-fest. Not me. I wasn’t getting any – had never got any! It wasn’t for want of trying. I’d come close on a couple of occasions, if you’ll forgive the pun. There was this one girl who was supposed to be really easy, mad for it. Naturally I was the one who bombed out. I got her to the bedroom and then received that “What kind of girl do you think I am?” line just as my hand was disappearing into her knickers. I didn’t answer that one; it must have been totally bloody obvious! Not even a moron in a hurry could have mistaken my intentions. Still, crashed and burned, again! There I was, just turned eighteen and pure as the driven snow. Everyone else had steady girlfriends and seemed to be at it like demented rabbits. Not me. All alone with a dog-eared Penthouse and a box of Kleenex as my only consolation. Something needed to be done! I mean, it wasn’t as if I was that bad looking. Some of my pals were total mobile zit-farms. OK, I’ll confess to the odd infrequent blemish – the kind that usually erupts on a Friday night and you make it worse by messing with it – but other than that I was mostly presentable. I had the regulation number of eyes, ears and teeth. I just didn’t have, couldn’t get, a girl. The problem was the usual prime cause of teen-age angst. The girls I fancied didn’t fancy me, and the ones who did, well, I didn’t want to know. No wonder Auden called it the ‘age of mirrors and muddle.’ It was probably because I was so obviously desperate. I must have been transmitting signals like Sputnik. Orbiting the Earth every ninety minutes bleeping, “fuck me, fuck me!” That’s enough to put anyone off. I took advice from my all my worldly-wise pals. “Don’t try so hard,” they said, “you scare them away.” Fat lot of good that was! They all had it cracked, didn’t they? My desperation was making me a laughing stock. They’d greet me every Monday morning with “Hey, Mark, get laid yet?” and a lot of snide sniggering. It was driving me mad. Things took a turn for the worse over the Christmas holidays that year. I met this girl, Nicola, at a party on New Year’s Eve. She was gorgeous! She had long red hair and lovely green eyes. We got on really well. To tell the truth, I was just a wee bit hammered at the time so I guess I was quite relaxed. We arranged a date for a couple of days later. One of the greatest trials for a teenager in England is the weather. It must be the only country on the globe that doesn’t have a climate, just weather, lots and lots of the stuff! It pissed down that evening so I arrived at her place looking like the sole survivor from the ‘Wreck of the Hesperus.’ Of course, I was too young to drive and the finances didn’t stretch to a taxi. I walked the mile and a half over to her place in the biggest bloody downpour since Noah turned to boat building. My coat kept me dry for at least the first hundred yards. I reckon her parents were singularly unimpressed with my impersonation of a terminally drowned rat. I stood there dripping on the hall carpet while she rounded up her coat etc. I shuffled from foot to foot and squelched a bit. Her dad glared at me like I was a serial rapist and her mother had a slightly pained expression on her face like she had severe case of wind and was too classy to fart. Nicola, on the other hand, looked stunning. She wore this really short mini-dress that showed off her lovely long legs. Her hair was shining like watered silk. I can remember thinking that my luck had most definitely turned. I even sprang for a taxi to keep her dry. It couldn’t last, of course. We had a pleasant enough time, at first. I took her to a Blues Club I used to frequent called The Vat. We danced a bit and chatted a bit and I dripped a lot. Things were going swimmingly until I attempted a seductive smooch to a slow number near the end of the evening. Her stomach must have been black and blue from the prodding of my rampant cock. I kept grabbing her buttocks to pull her against me and she responded nicely by digging her fingernails into my hands. Now I know this can be a sign of passion but it Nicola’s case it definitely was not. It was more of a ‘stop groping me, you insensitive ape’ kind of signal. Needless to say I didn’t get the message until she stomped hard on my foot and said, “Piss off! You smell like a wet dog.” Now it may surprise you to know that that isn’t the most romantic thing that’s ever been said to me. I took her home in stony silence. Ever the optimist, I asked if I could call her. She said something like yes, in about three million years when you’ve evolved some more. I took that as a ‘No’. I’m perceptive that way. A few weeks later, I met another really nice girl called Lyn. Same lyrics, different tune, I’m afraid. We were necking on someone’s sofa. The lights were out and the scent of raging hormones filled the evening air. I had my hand up her sweater and was playing with her nipples and the tongue wrestling had entered the sixth and final round. I thought I was home free. Of course I blew it. I thought I’d try this really ‘sophisticated’ line I heard somewhere. It’s called the ‘hereafter technique.’ It goes “If you’re not here after what I’m here after, you’ll be here after I’ve gone.” All delivered with a rakish grin. Excruciating, isn’t it? The left side of my face was swollen for a week. I felt I was the favourite for the Male Virginity World Championships: through to the last sixteen with only the Pope to beat for a place in the quarterfinals. Fortunately for me and for the sanity of my family – did I mention I was an impossible little prick at home? – I met Sarah. She wasn’t one of those instant knockout babes like Nicola or Lyn. She was, well, less obvious, somehow. The most startling about her was her smile. It sort of lit her up from within, if you know what I mean. It was the sort of smile that could change even the English weather. It could be pissing down one minute, Sarah would smile, and suddenly it was sunny. At least, it seemed that way to me. Did I mention she was a bit shy? When we first met I spent about an hour talking to the top of her head. It was a very nice head, as heads go. She had mousy brown hair. That was all I could really tell. Suddenly the situation tickled my sense of the ridiculous and I started to laugh. “What’s funny?” “You, me, everything.” “What are you on about?” “Look. I’ve been talking to you for ages and I have no idea what you look like. I reckon you could give an incredibly accurate description of my feet when the Police ask you for a photofit of your assailant.” She looked up at me then and smiled. The effect was magic. I felt something melt inside in me. My brains turned to mush. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m always doing that. Everyone tells me off about it but I can’t help it. Looking right at people makes me, sort of, I don’t know, cringe a bit, inside.” “Why?” I asked her. Which didn’t exactly score a ‘10’ on the scale of the week’s brightest questions. She shrugged and I noticed things moving deliciously under her sweater. “Do that again.” “What?” “That sort of shrug you just did.” “Why?” “ I love the way you jiggle.” I had that familiar ‘Oh My Christ’ sensation as she stared at me. Then, to my immense relief, she burst out laughing. “It is true what they say about you, then,” she said. It was my turn to shrug. I knew what was coming, sure as fate, and muttered something defensive. She kept laughing. “You should see your face! You’re absolutely beetroot! “That, of course, made me even redder. “I don’t mind, really, I don’t,” she said. “But you shouldn’t be in such a rush. You give all the girls the impression that you’re only interested in sex and nothing else. It’s like it could be anyone as along as they’re female.” I gulped. I stammered. She put her hand on her my arm. “We like it as well, you know. The difference is we want it to be a part of something, not the be-all and end-all.” I was cowed, felt humiliated. She saw the look on my face and smiled. “Now I feel really mean. I’ve hurt your feelings. I think you’re really a nice person, underneath.” I reassured her that I wasn’t hurt a bit, well no more than being smashed in the nuts with a cricket bat. Anyway, to cap it all, she asked me out! I stood there open mouthed. The neighbourhood flies were in severe danger. I recovered enough composure to accept graciously. Which is to say I managed to keep my foot out of my open mouth, for a change. We dated for a couple of months. The Monday morning jokes stopped. Everyone just kind of assumed that we were ‘at it’. The truth was stranger. I hadn’t touched her. We’d held hands and had the odd chaste goodnight kiss but that was that. She wasn’t as shy now. She looked at me when we talked and we talked a lot. Sarah was interested in everything. She had a real knack of pinpointing the weaknesses in any of my carefully constructed arguments, whatever the subject. Yet she never made me feel small or ridiculed my little dreams. She’d just smile and touch my hand and things happened to my cerebral cortex. I’d never had a friend like Sarah. She was much more mature than I was and being with her made me grow up a bit. Not before time, I suspect I hear you say. One day, the realisation hit me that I was scared of losing her. Somehow, she had overcome my obsession with sex and replaced it with something else I didn’t really want to think about. I was in danger of falling in love! Spring finally limped into what passes for summer and, at the weekends, Sarah and I would go to the beach or take my dinghy for a sail. I had a small motorbike by this time and we were able to come and go as we pleased. The beach was our favourite place. We went there as often as the weather allowed. The first day it was warm enough to strip off and sunbathe, I got my biggest surprise. Sarah peeled off her habitual jeans and sweater to reveal the tiniest bikini it was possible to wear without getting arrested for indecent exposure. She was amazing! The description ‘petite’ was invented for Sarah. She stood a couple of inches over five feet and you could almost have enclosed her waist with two hands. Her hips were rounded but slim and she had the most perfect breasts I have seen to this day. She caught my expression and grinned. “Like what you see?” Stupid question. I loved it. I put out my arms to her and she came to me. We kissed properly for the first time. It was natural, easy; and it sent my pulse rate off the scale. When we eventually surfaced for air we were both a little flushed and breathing rapidly. She looked at me shyly but with a glint in her eye. “I guess you do like what you see!” Like I said, stupid question. I cut short any further conversation with another kiss. If the first was good then this was spectacular. It felt like my whole being was incorporated into that one embrace. How she did it, I don’t know, but she seemed to inspire every possible emotion in me with just a kiss. I was left breathless, confused, happy and gloriously in love. There’s not a great deal you can do on a public beach in England without either frightening the horses or attracting the attention of the local constabulary, but we did our best. That blanket could have told a tale or two. All too soon the weather changed and we had to cover up as another icy blast from the steppes of Russia whipped the sand into spiteful, stinging volleys. So it was back on the bike and a long ride home through wind and driving rain that left us both soaked to the skin and shivering. When we got to her place, she turned shy again. She stared directly at my feet and said, “ My parents are away this weekend. Would you like to stay over? I don’t think I’d like to be in the house alone. My mother says you can have the spare room.” There probably is a word to describe my reaction but none I know comes close. Euphoria? Ecstasy? Far too mild! I rode home at least four feet above the tarmac, which is quite a trick on a three-foot bike. I didn’t even notice the Godawful weather. The weekend couldn’t come soon enough, of course. Monday dragged, Tuesday crawled and by Wednesday I was fit to be tied. Her mother had spoken to mine and it was agreed that we were ‘sensible young people’, which seems to me a contradiction in terms, and that Sarah’s folks would be happier if they knew she wasn’t alone. So would I. Sarah never told me what she thought about that week but there are absolutely no prizes for guessing which way my mind was working. Actually, by Thursday my mind had stopped functioning entirely and I was on full gonad autopilot. It was life, Captain, but not as we know it. Friday came at last, oh rapture! But there was still a whole day of school to get through. It was like swimming through treacle. The hours dragged by until the final bell rang to put an end to the torture. I hurried home as fast as I could and showered, shaved – a relatively recent phenomenon – and jumped on the bike to speed off towards Sarah and waiting bliss. In theory. Wouldn’t you just know that would be the moment when the bike played up? The bastard thing would not start! I tried to kick it into submission but it wouldn’t co-operate. An hour later, with me covered in oil and sweat, it finally fired up. There was nothing for it but back into the shower. My little brother, cocky fourteen year old brat, stood there pissing himself laughing. He had me sussed. ‘You wait!’ I thought. ‘Just wait ‘til it’s your turn.’ Once free of the house and with the bike running sweetly, I couldn’t stay mad. I can remember that short ride as clearly as anything. For once it was gloriously sunny and the air was warm. I rode along singing: and catching a variety of insect life with my teeth as a consequence. Sarah had bought some stuff for a barbecue and we sat in the back garden eating burnt hamburgers and declared them ‘brilliant’. It was my first effort at cooking. There was a bottle of wine, thoughtfully provided by her father, whether he knew it or not. We watched the sun setting over the sea and all was very definitely right with the world. It grew chilly so we moved inside and watched some old film on the TV. Sarah snuggled up against me and I cupped her breast with my hand. It moved enticingly; she wasn’t wearing a bra! I slid my hand down her flank and up again, under her sweater this time. She snuggled in closer and made a throaty purring noise that seemed to connect my ears with my balls and all points in between. My hand was suddenly full of warmth and softness; topped off to perfection by a hard little peak that nestled into my palm. We kissed; that is to say, I looked into her eyes and drowned. Her head came up, our lips met and everything else in the World receded beyond conscious thought. Her arm came around me and she pulled me down. We fell off the sofa. Somehow her knee managed to land in my crotch and I saw stars. I was lying there doubled up as the nausea rushed through me in waves. Sarah was caught between sympathy and helpless laughter. Women can be so cruel. There is something about seeing a fellow smacked in the bollocks that reaches their dark side. Any man would wince in sympathy, but not a woman. Oh no. They find it funny. They find it so bloody hilarious in fact it’s almost more painful being laughed at than being knackered. OK. I suppose it was quite amusing, given the situation; but she didn’t have to go into hysterics. There were tears rolling down her cheeks as she spluttered and coughed and tried to make consoling noises. “Oh Mark, poor you. Oh I’m sorry” tends to sound better when not accompanied by peals of feminine laughter. After a century or two, the pain eased sufficiently for me to sit up. She was still cackling like a deranged magpie. I gave her a look that would curdle milk. She ignored it and went off again, laughing fit to bust. It took her longer to recover than it did me. Whatever, the moment had gone and we both knew it. We went to our separate beds that night, me to nurse my injured pride and bruised balls and she to… giggle herself to sleep, I supposed. Something woke me early the next morning. It was a hand around my cock. I went from deep slumber to wide-awake in no seconds flat. For the first time in my life, it wasn’t my hand gripping the Pride of the MacDonalds. There was something warm and silky pressed against my back. I rolled over, hardly daring to breathe. Her hand explored the topography of my erection. Her fingers sought and found all the sensitive places. She stroked around the head and rubbed the shaft. Her other hand found my sac and massaged it gently. I must have been groaning out loud. She started a slow pumping rhythm, running her hand up and down with a feather-light touch. I reached for her but she shook her head briefly. “ Let me,” she whispered. I was in no state to argue. My hips rose in time with her gentle stroking. She leant over me and kissed me deeply, murmuring endearments. My balls were turning somersaults and I knew I just had to explode. The wish was father to the deed, for a few moments later, I was racked by a shuddering orgasm that had me thrashing and gasping as I sent spurt after spurt of milky white fluid arching into the air to puddle on my chest and stomach and dribble over her hand. She looked at me with big eyes. “Wow!” was all she said. Speech was well beyond me, I was totally out of it. I regained consciousness a couple of eons later. She was smiling at me. “Had to make sure there was no permanent damage,” she said, with an impish grin. She answered my weak but delirious smile with another kiss then slid away and walked, naked, from the room. I was granted a brief glimpse of those outstanding breasts, with their turned-up nipples hard as rocks, and the cutest arse in Christendom before she vanished through the bedroom door with a provocative wiggle. Sleep claimed me again pretty soon and when I awoke for the second time, I still wasn’t entirely sure that it hadn’t all been a wet dream. If it was, it was the best ever! That Saturday was the best of the summer so far. It was warm and still without a cloud in the sky. We packed up some sandwiches and jumped on the bike to head off to the beach. Quite a few of our friends were also down there so we spent the day messing about together on the sand and sunbathing. I think I was the happiest guy alive that day. The looks that Sarah was getting in that incredible bikini made me feel really proud – and it wasn’t just the boys who were casting envious glances her way. If anything, I was even more proud of the way that she overcame her natural shyness and joined in with the rest of the crowd. She was a revelation. The quiet, mousy girl had blossomed into a vivacious, happy bundle of sparkling energy. She positively glowed. We rode home slowly in the early evening. I was weaving the bike in long, easy swoops up the lane to her house. She hugged me close as we rode and we were both singing for the joy that was in us. There is nothing like that first touch of love. We’d invited some friends over for another barbecue and this time I didn’t cremate all the burgers. Sitting around in the garden, listening to someone playing guitar while we all sang along, the evening passed in a bright blaze of happiness. The last friends departed and we stood together at the gate listening to the laughing voices recede into the darkness. We were alone at last. Losing It! Nothing was said as we moved into the house. I could feel my heart pounding hard enough to crack a rib. There was fear in her eyes mixed with something else. We both knew that this was the moment. It was so right somehow, the only possible end to a perfect day. Sarah took my hand. Her shyness returned and her head went down. She led me up the stairs, still not looking at me. I could hardly breathe. We paused on the landing and she looked up at last. There was a sort of challenge in her eyes now. I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it gently; putting every ounce of feeling I could muster into that simple gesture. She gave me a tremulous smile and she had a sort of misty look about her that reached right down into my heart and soul and churned me up. We seemed to float into her bedroom. I mean, one minute we were on the landing and the next we were in her room. We came together in a clumsy rush and fell onto her bed. There was a brief ecstasy of fumbling and zips. She lifted her hips to help me. Predictably, I fell on my arse in the rush to shed my jeans. We both pretended not to notice. Sarah slipped under the sheets and I slid in beside her. For a long moment we just hugged each other so tightly it was if we were trying to meld into one form. Her skin had taken on a rosy hue, as if lit by an inner fire. We were both panting hard like it was the end of a marathon. I opened my mouth to say something but she shook her head; no words were needed. I eased back from her and let the sheet slip away. Sarah tensed for a moment and then relaxed as she saw the look of absolute wonder on my face. My fingers trailed down her neck and onto her breast. Her arms wrapped around me and we kissed, oh so gently. Her breast was full and firm under my hand and I lightly rubbed her nipple with my thumb. It sprang to attention. She sighed softly. I moved down her body, kissing and nibbling until I captured that nipple with my lips. I sucked gently and rolled it slowly with my tongue. My hand encountered the soft tangle of her bush and her legs parted. She went rigid and gasped as my finger slid between her dewy lips. I searched the folds and vales, an explorer in unknown land on the brink of some amazing new discovery. All the while her nipple graced my mouth and she held me firmly, pressing my face against the sweet satin softness of her breasts. I fumbled for a condom. “Let me,” she said. The foil finally co-operated. “Oh no! It’s too small!” I burst out laughing. “It unrolls,” I told her and between us we managed to get the bloody thing onto my rock hard cock. We moved together easily. I slipped into her without resistance. The surprise must have shown on my face. “Horse riding,” she said, smiling up at me. Of course, I misunderstood her and immediately started out like I was astride the favourite in a Selling Plate at Aintree. She wrapped me with her legs and adjusted my rhythm to a gentler, deeper thrusting. It couldn’t last. I did my best, honestly, I did. I tried to think of anything but what was happening. I even tried doing calculus in my head. She started to buck against me. That did it. I’d been waiting for this for eighteen years. I couldn’t hold any longer. The pressure was building and building and Mother Nature’s safety valve fulfilled its prime function. Some kind of super-nova chose that moment to explode in my brain. My back arched and my hips went into overdrive. My whole existence was cent red somewhere near the base of my spine. I felt myself coming from sixteen miles back. It drew nearer and nearer and I got more and more frantic. Suddenly it was there and I poured myself into her in wave after scintillating wave until I was utterly spent. I think I yelled when I came, I hope it was “Sarah!” When normal service was resumed, I saw she was looking at me. There was a look of total awe on her face and her eyes were wide. “Wow!” she said. I groaned. “ Fuck me!” Sarah giggled. “I just did,” she said, ”wasn’t that fantastic?” I could only dumbly nod my head. Words failed me, which was probably just as well, I’d have only put my foot in it. I lay down beside her and we cuddled for a while in silence, each wrapped in our own thoughts. After a bit she stirred and sat up. She looked down at me and I stared into her eyes. They spoke such great tenderness that it almost made me weep. “That was my first time, “ she said. “Me too, “I replied. She hit me with that devastating smile again. “I’m glad it was you, Mark,” she said. “It should be special when you lose it.” Thanks to Sarah, it was. Losing It I opened my eyes and stared at acoustic ceiling tiles. 'Strange' I thought to myself, 'I don't recall having acoustic tiles in the ceiling of my bedroom. I turned my head to check the time on my clock radio to find it strangely missing, and in its place there was a plastic jug and a glass. "Awake at last I see." The voice was unfamiliar. "What do you have to say for yourself?" It was a strange woman, and she didn't sound happy. Something in my head told me that this woman was someone that I should know and who was close to me, so I decided to play it safe. "Hi Darling." "Don't you 'darling' me you sleaze bag. How could you do this to me?" "Do what?" "Don't come the innocent with me. You rang me last night to tell me that you had an important meeting to go to, and that you'd be home by twelve. The police rang me at two to tell me that you had been picked up from the gutter outside a brothel in Kings Cross. I was told that you had been there for some time and when it came time for you to pay up you told them that you had no money. When they got upset with you, you went crazy and were thrown out onto the street, apparently into the path of a passing car." "I rang to tell you that I had a meeting? Why would I do that when I didn't have a meeting?" "To cover for the fact that you were going to a brothel." "But why would I do that?" "What do you mean why? How would I know why?" "Have you looked at yourself lately? If I had someone like you waiting for me at home, do you think that I'd go to a brothel and have sex with a tart?" I was on safe ground here, she was very easy on the eye. "Don't try to smooth talk your way out of this." "Is that what you think I'm doing?" I was really in danger of losing it, my mind that was. "What other explanation is there?" "A good question. I don't know, but I intend to find out, just as soon as I get out of this place. Where am I exactly? And while we're having a Q & A session, who are you?" "In hospital, and as if you didn't know, I'm unfortunately your wife Hannah." "I had managed to work the fact that I'm in a hospital out for myself. Which hospital?" "St Vincents." "Okay. Have the doctors given you any idea how long I'll have to stay here?" "They need to look at their test results before they're prepared to release you. I don't know when they'll be here." "Soon I hope. I want to get out of here and try to clear my name of whatever I'm accused of doing. I can't have people thinking that, with a beautiful wife at home, I should be roaming the streets looking for sex. I might be mad at times, but I sure as hell ain't stupid." Right on cue a man with a stethoscope hanging around his neck strolled into the cubicle and picked the file from the end of my bed. "We have just gone over the test results and you'll be pleased to know that you can go home as soon as you get dressed. I have to warn you not to be too shocked when you look in a mirror, that's not a pretty face." "It never was." "It's even worse now, but what do you expect when you go around head-butting cars." "Thank you Doctor." Hannah said as she dragged some clothes from the chair in the corner. "Put these on and let's get out of here, you have some explaining to do." "Whose clothes are these?" I was holding up a suit jacket. "I've never worn a suit in my life, except for weddings and funerals." "What are you going on about, you wear a suit every day." It was beginning to sink in that something wasn't right about this. I began to dress and quickly reached the conclusion that these clothes weren't mine. They didn't fit me, they were close but, if I was supposed to wear a suit every day I would have thought that I would wear one that fitted better than this did. "This doesn't seem to fit very well, are you sure that it's mine?" "You have lost a little weight recently, but you haven't got around to seeing your tailor for a new fitting." "Oh." Tailor, that's a new one for me, I've never bought anything from a Tailor in my life. Something very strange is going on here and I mean to get to the bottom of it, and soon. Why was she so desperate to establish that I am her husband? The paperwork signed we left. I'll give her this, I like her choice in cars, and Audi A8. She pushed the button and the doors unlocked and she climbed in. I slid into the passenger's seat and she fired it up. "I'm impressed." I told her as she drove out of the car park. "I don't know why you say that, after all you bought it for me. I would have chosen something a little less ostentatious, like a BMW." "And they're not ostentatious?" "Oh some of them are, but not the one I like." If I was impressed by the car, I was even more impressed by the house. "Wow." "I can't work you out. If I didn't know better I'd think that you've never been here before." "This may come as a surprise to you, but I haven't." "The doctor said that you'd suffered some trauma to the brain and that it may affect your short term memory, or memory over a short term, I can't remember which, but that you'd get over it in time. I hope that it doesn't take too long, you have some important decisions to make in the not too distant future." "They'll just have to wait until I'm ready, if I can't remember things then I don't want to be forced into making a decision that is not in my best interests." "Well don't wait too long then, we need to move on this quickly or the chance will be lost forever." "Apart from the fact that I wouldn't have a clue what you're talking about, I'm going to crawl off to my bed and attempt a recovery. If you could just point me to my bed, I'd appreciate it." "I hope that you don't keep up this charade for very long, it's frustrating to say the least." She led the way down the passage to a bedroom that was no more familiar than anything else. I stripped off my clothes and was just about to crawl into bed. "Aren't you going to wear your pyjamas?" "I don't see why, I never have." This brought a frustrated 'huh' from her, but I did notice her checking me out before storming from the room. I crawled into bed and was soon asleep. I don't know how many years it was later that I drifted back into the land of the living with a feeling that something wasn't quite right, I had a massive hard on and there was a hand on it that wasn't mine. That was bad enough, but then a pair of lips enclosed the head of my cock, and the hand was sliding up and down its length. Not even that part of it was strange, I'd experienced it before, what was strange was that I was in someone else's bed, and it was that someone else's wife that was doing those things. Was I going crazy, or was there a logical explanation for this? "At least one part of your brain wasn't damaged." She said as she held him while she straddled me. "Should we be doing this?" "I don't see why not. I need you to accept that you and I are husband and wife, and get on with our lives. I need you fully functional as quickly as possible." "I don't know what the hurry is, I'm sure that my condition will be taken into consideration and I will be given time to recuperate before I sign anything." "It's not as simple as that. There are many people whose very lives depend on you making this decision quickly." "Are all of those people as heartless as you?" "What do you mean by that?" "You are more interested, not in how I am, but how quickly I can recover. I think that paying attention to the now will assist me in the future. If I can't remember anything now I will not be signing anything until I can understand it and its implications. What I am saying is that you should be concentrating on me in the now, or I will never reach the stage that you want me in the future. I don't know why I can't remember you, I don't know why I don't remember this house. All that I do know is that I am in a strange house with a strange woman, and by that I don't mean strange weird, and I'm being asked to do something that I know nothing about." "You have an appointment with your doctor this afternoon, maybe he can help you remember things." "I wouldn't hold my breath. The other thing that I know is that I have a large lump on my forehead and a massive headache." "I'll get you something for that." She left and came back a few minutes later with a tablet and glass of water. I slipped the tablet into my mouth, under my tongue, and took a mouthful of water before handing the glass back to her. "I think the best thing for me at the moment is to try and get some rest." "In other words you're kicking me out of my own bedroom, is that it?" "It looks that way." She said nothing, but I could tell that she was unhappy that I didn't want her near me, she did, after all slam the door behind her. I heard a muffled voice so I picked up the phone beside the bed. "How long before he snaps out of this?" "He should have regained his memory by now." A male voice was on the line. "I'll bring him down at three, see what you can do, we can't wait forever." "I'll give him something that should speed up the recovery." "You do that, there's a lot of money riding on this if I don't see results." She hung up. I quickly put the phone down and when she looked in a few minutes later I was well 'asleep'. If I hadn't already prejudged the doctor from the overheard conversation I would have taken an instant dislike to him anyway. He came across as sleazy from his very first words which were, "Good afternoon Mr Willoughby, it's good to see you looking so well. There's still a little swelling and the bruise is colouring up nicely, but that is just what I would expect given what you have been through." "I'm glad you think so, I, on the other hand, am not so sure. Tell me, just what is the damage?" "There is bruising to the pre-frontal lobe of your brain, that's the part that is responsible for your short term memory. Once that has gone down your memory should return with little or no long term damage. I'll give you a jab that will help reduce the swelling." He took a vial from his draw and stuck a syringe into it, drawing the liquid into the syringe. He did the thing you see on TV, you know the one where he flicks it with a finger to get any air to the top and then pushes the plunger up until some squirts out the top. I wouldn't want the possibility of an air embolism getting into my brain, and I didn't think that he did either, I needed to live for a little while longer. "Before you get carried away with that needle, I need to know more about my condition. Is there any other damage to the brain?" "We think that there may be some slight damage to the hippocampus, but we can't be sure, the MRI was inconclusive." "What does this hippocampus thingy do, and is it important?" "It's part of the brain that decides what part of the short term memory from the prefrontal lobe should go into long term storage." "Don't you think that we should wait until we can be sure that that part is okay before we go shoving stuff into me that may have some adverse effect?" "I don't think that will be a problem, we need to reduce the swelling." "I don't have a headache any more so I think that the swelling has been reduced anyway, and I would want to be cautious when dealing with my brain to not do anything un-necessary." "I think that I am the better judge of what we should or should not do, medically speaking that is." "I have an aversion to medication of any form. I don't even take paracetamol for headaches, so if you think that I'm just going to let you shove that needle into me, you've got another think coming. I want to get a second opinion." I got up and legged it out of there before he could grab my arm and stick his fucking needle into it. My imagination had him on the phone to my darling 'wife' before I'd even left the building, and I'm not known for my vivid imagination. It came as no surprise that my new doctor identified the pill that I had secreted under my tongue was not a pain killer of any sort. It also came as no surprise that it was a drug that was manufactured in some backyard lab and could be bought at any rave party or dance club. My new doctor also ordered a new set of blood tests, the result of which he would have in a couple of days. In the mean time I had work to do. I had to find out more about me, not the 'me' that I was supposed to be, but the real me. The first thing I did was to find an Internet café where I could flog Google for all the information that I could lay my hands on. On the off chance that I was an important person, I 'Googled' my name and low and behold, there I was, the CEO of a large multi-national corporation with branches and subsidiaries all over the world. The photo sort of resembled me, it appeared to either have been taken a couple of years ago, or had been enhanced to make me look younger. There was a news item that had me flying to Europe on some business deal to do with EU commodities. What I knew about commodities I could write on the head of a pin, but I decided to find out as much as I could about them and 'my' involvement in them, and this was going to take some little time, given that I was starting from scratch. It cost quite a lot of money, to print off from the computer, the information that I needed to get an understanding of what was happening. I spent most of the afternoon in a café with a highlighter, and an endless supply of excellent coffee provided by an understanding waitress who rationalised that, at the end of the day, she stood a good chance of doubling the tip that I had given her when I had first sat down. I had explained that I would be there for a while, and to only approach with fresh coffee when I signalled for a refill. She was right, and by the time that I had read through the pages a couple of times, I was close to understanding what it was all about. "Are you at Uni or something?" She asked as I paid for my coffee and left her a substantial tip. "No, been there, done that. I have applied for a position with this company and I was just doing some background research before the interview tomorrow. I have the necessary experience, I just needed to know whether I really wanted to work there before I had the interview, or whether I should cancel." "And are you going to cancel?" "No I'm not. I think that they and I can get on quite well." "Good luck." She said to my back as I left. "Thanks." I said to the door as I reached it. "Where have you been?" I was asked as I walked through the front door. "Doctor Hendricks rang to say that you had refused the injection that he was going to give you, and walked out on him." "Yeah. I didn't like him, and decided that I needed a second opinion." "Did you get one?" "Yes. It was interesting, he has ordered a whole new blood test and I'm scheduled for another MRI scan in the morning. He was not satisfied with the treatment that I had received up until now, he said that, given what I had gone through, it was contra-indicated. He has also made arrangements for me to see a Forensic Pathologist to check on the Head wounds, he didn't think that they were consistent with me having head-butted a car. He seemed to think that it was blunt force trauma caused by a club or pipe of some description, directed at where it would do damage to the part of the brain that was required to be damaged." She stared at me for some time, as if trying to work out if I was serious, or just pulling her leg. "Oh, and I thought that I might call in to the office after the tests, just to touch bases and catch up." "But I've arranged for the papers to be sent here." "Why would you do that, I am quite capable of sitting at a desk and going through some papers. It will give me a chance to go over the papers that I am supposed to be signing before I put my signature on the line." "I understood that you had already agreed to sign, and all you needed to do was get the amended copies that reflected the changes that you wanted made, and sign them." "I need to go over them one more time, just to be sure that I'm doing the right thing." "Do what you will, I give up." Somehow I got the impression that she wasn't about to give up. "Welcome back sir." The attractive woman, the name plate on her desk told me that her name was Isobel Broughton, in the office that I'd been directed to said as she grabbed a pile of mail from her desk and followed me inside. I'd been directed to this office because Hannah had rung and explained that I was not feeling well and was suffering from short term memory loss and would need assistance, not the least of which was in finding my own office. "We have a lot of work to catch up on. I've taken care of everything that I could but there are things that you need to do yourself." She squatted next to my chair and whispered to me. "You've been through a lot over the past few days so if you need any help I'm here for you." I looked at her, I guess in the wrong way because she placed a finger on my lips. "Not in that way, never in that way, after all you are married to a perfectly wonderful woman, any thoughts of screwing that up have had to be suppressed." "Are you saying that . . . .?" "No, it has never reached that stage, I tested the water but you weren't interested. I understood that and gave up, but that hasn't affected our friendship, and the platonic affection that we have." With that she stood and kissed me on the cheek. "Now, down to business, have you made a decision on this take-over?" "No, despite some people's opinion, I haven't and, until I have gone over the papers in minute detail, I won't be making one. I want all the paperwork, and could you get me all the information available on the company making the bid." "I thought as much." Isobel said as she walked from my office, only to return within seconds with a huge stack of files. "You'll get no calls or interruptions until you say so. Buzz me once if you want something, and twice for coffee." After the third tour through the take-over documents I was even more convinced that this was not about to happen. I buzzed Isobel. "Yes sir?" "Would you come in please?" She came in with a puzzled look on her face. "I am assuming that the highlighted parts and the margin notes are your work, true?" "Yes sir." "Thank you, you've made my life so much easier. I gather that you have concerns about this offer." "The first alarm bell was the inadequate explanation as to the reason for their interest. They have had no involvement in the commodities import business in the past and it just doesn't fit into their portfolio as it stands now or into the future. The second alarm bell was the finance structure of the deal, twenty percent up-front and the rest in instalments. The profit breakdown of that part of the business suggests that they are banking on a greater return for investment than we have ever been able to achieve, even in the best case scenario. They don't have existing profit margins or future growth to be able to cover that commitment." "I'm sure glad that you've done a business degree, you've been able to understand my concerns exactly. Could you rustle me up something to eat while I get stuck into this info on their company, it should make interesting reading. I presume that you've already gone through it so I'll be interested in your input when I've finished." "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes with your favourite lunch." She lay a reassuring hand on my shoulder as she left. I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn't hear her come back, and it wasn't until a plate was placed on the desk next to me that I looked up. She put her plate down opposite and sat down. "It's Pad Thai," she said in response to my puzzled expression. I took a fork full. "Nice." And proceeded to work my way through the dish. Losing It "What have you discovered while I've been out?" "I like this deal even less. There is something dodgy about this company." "In what way?" "Well there seems to be an awful lot of unexplained capital floating through their books. They seem to be able to draw on funds when they need it but there has been no explanation of where it has come from and no record of restitution. If I didn't know better I'd suspect a laundering operation. On their current budget they have no way of funding the twenty percent need for this deal to go ahead, so I'm wondering from which hat they are going to magically produce it." "It certainly warrants looking in to. By the way, I saw Emily downstairs in the parking garage." "Who?" "Emily, you know, your wife Emily." "But she said . . . What was she doing?" "She was arguing with some guy. He was in the shadows so I couldn't see who it was." "Did you happen to hear what it was about?" "He was asking her if she had said anything to you that would explain your reluctance to sign the papers. She denied it of course, and he told her that unless she could convince you to change your mind she can forget about getting any money from her father's will." "I wonder why, if she was here, she didn't come in to see me?" "When I told reception that you were not to be disturbed, I told them that this meant anyone and everyone, so I guess that they were just doing their job." "And I guess that I might be in for some trouble when I get home tonight." "I could suggest that you don't go home but I won't, we are not going there." "That's what I like about you, you can say whatever you like to me and I know that nothing will ever happen. I seem to recall some of our conversations that, if it were anyone else, would have ended up in court with one or more of us being charged with sexual harassment. Stuff like that taken out of the context of a relationship can give anyone overhearing it the wrong impression." "You haven't lost all of your short-term memory, obviously." "I seem to be remembering more and more as time goes by, which raises a question I should ask of my doctor." I took a card from my wallet and dialled a number. "Could I speak to Doctor Neill please? It's Graham Willoughby." A pause while the cause was put through. "Doctor, I was wondering if you'd received my blood test results back yet. You have, was there anything unusual about the tox screen?" Another pause while he cranked up my records on his computer. "I thought as much. This drug, would it have any effect on my brain function, something like inducing a short-term memory loss with the side benefit of me being susceptible to suggestions? Thank you, that's what I wanted to know, Oh and how long would the effects of this last?" I hung up. "It would seem that the drug is wearing off which explains why I'm remembering more." "That's good, now you won't be doing anything stupid that will cost you lots of money." "I'd better get back to this or I'll never get through all of this today." Isobel reached over and took half of the papers from in front of me. "Two heads and two sets of eyes are better than one, quicker at least." It was some time late in the afternoon when I paused and stared at the page in front of me. "What is it?" Isobel asked. "I must have a devious mind to think of this but, where do we get most of our orange juice concentrate from?" "Brazil." Her expression changed from puzzled to enlightened. "And what else is grown in South America?" "Columbian nose candy, blow, whatever you might call it, cocaine. And what better way to import it than to dissolve it in orange juice, concentrate it and freeze it. When it gets here it is thawed, reconstituted and the drug extracted. The same can be done with pseudoephedrine." "So what are we going to do about this?" "We are going to speak to the AFP (Australian Federal Police) about this. Could you get on the phone and work your way up to someone with enough clout to take notice of what we have to tell him." It took time, much of which was on hold, but she eventually got through to an Inspector Roberts who took her seriously enough to arrange an appointment to see us in the morning. "How was your day?" It was a completely different person that met me at my front door when I got home. "Interesting to say the least. I have decided that I will not be seeing Doctor Hendricks again." "Oh, why?" "Because he has been plying me with drugs that have affected my memory and brain function, that's why." "Oh." "That's all you can say, just 'oh'." "What do you expect me to say, I know nothing of medicine. Why would he do that?" "To get me to do something that, under normal circumstances, I would have no hesitation in rejecting. You seem to have a high opinion of him, and why would that be?" "I hardly know him." "But you know him well enough to have a blazing row with him." "What are you talking about?" "The two of you were seen and overheard having a row in the parking garage at work this morning. I want to know what that was about, and what does your father have to do with all of this?" I could see in her eyes that she was struggling with the decision that she was going to have to make. "If it helps you to make up your mind, I believe that this whole thing revolves around drugs. I don't know what your father has to do with drugs, he may have nothing to do with them, directly that is, and it could be that he is being used as leverage to get you to do something to force me to do something that I don't want to do. The last thing that I want to do is to put you and your father in a situation where either or both of you might get hurt, so if you will tell me all then I, we, can make a decision that will hopefully save the day. What do you say?" "I don't know, I'm scared, he's not a nice man, you do realise that, don't you?" "I sort of gathered that. But I can't help you unless you want me to." It took a while for her to make up her mind to tell me what was happening. "You probably know that Dad has a gambling problem. We thought that he had it under control until recently when he managed to get in over his head at the casino. I don't know what Hendrick's connection with the casino is, but he approached me and told me that he could make Dad's debt go away if I would help him by persuading you to sell your importing company to a company that he is associated with. I didn't want to do it but he kept putting more and more pressure on me. I didn't agree to anything until after you ended up in hospital, it was then that I realise that something even worse would happen to you unless I agreed to help him. I did as he said, but with one exception." "That was when you told me that your name was Hannah and not Emily. You knew that when I eventually regained enough memory to pick up on that, I would investigate the deal." "I hoped that you would pick up on that, plus the dodgy suit that I bought at an op shop to replace the one you were wearing, it had blood all over it. The argument this morning was about the fact that you hadn't signed the paperwork yet, apparently he has a shipment of juice already loaded and needs you to sign the company over before it gets here." "I want you to come with me to work in the morning, we are having a meeting with the AFP and I think that your input will be invaluable." "So what he's planning is illegal, is that it?" "I believe so, and I want to distance myself from any involvement, and to do that I need you. This will also help you and your father get free of his clutches." "So you don't blame me for doing what I've done?" "What was it that you did? I don't seem to recall you doing anything other than try to protect your father and your husband, that's me by the way." I kissed her just to remind her of that fact. "Does that mean we get to play tonight?" She kissed me and her hand slipped between us and she grabbed him. "We'll see. Are you going to feed me?" "Shit, I forgot all about dinner, it'll probably be burnt to a crisp." She scurried into the kitchen and opened the oven to be surrounded by a cloud of smoke. Grabbing a pot holder she dragged a baking dish from the oven and quickly placed it on the stove top. Once the smoke cleared, and after I'd disabled the smoke alarm, she declared that all wasn't lost. She removed the vegetables from the dish, placed them on a plate and covered them with foil and placed them back into the oven to warm while the succulent pork roast, with its impressively crisp looking crackling, rested to retain the juices. She then nuked some broad beans in the microwave followed by apple sauce. "To quote those celebrity chef wannabes, "I'm now ready to plate up. Would you carve?" She handed me the carving knife and fork. It was a pleasant enough meal, don't get me wrong, the food was great, pumpkin tastes really sweet when it's been charred on the outside, it was just that both of us had things on our minds. These things also tempered any attempts that we might have had to satisfactory love-making. After half an hour of trying we both gave up dis-satisfied. Roberts was a tall, spare man with greying hair and a permanent frown. "Mister Willoughby, I am intrigued by what your PA told me yesterday, and a name that she mentioned increased my interest. What is your connection with this Doctor Hendricks?" "He was the doctor that I was referred to following my incident up at the Cross last week. I was to later find out that he was slipping me drugs designed to induce me to sign over a part of my business group. I also learned that he had a significant connection with the company interested in taking over mine. Now, apart from the criminal charges that I would like to see laid against him for my assault I didn't have anything against him until his involvement in the takeover was revealed. That piqued my curiosity and started me investigating him. His connection with the casino gave him the leverage to force me to sell, and when that was moving too slowly for him I was beaned with a blunt object and the phony story of me being chucked out of a knocking shop into the path of a car was concocted. Unfortunately for him I sought a second medical opinion and am just about clear of the drug that he gave me. Enough so that I began to research him, and I'm not happy with what I've found out, hence this interview." "What did you find out?" I assumed that he already knew most of what I was about to tell him and was looking for me to confirm his information. "The first thing the intrigued me was, why would he be interested in my commodities importing company? That was when I realised that a major part of that company imported frozen orange juice concentrate from Brazil. Now it wasn't a huge leap to think that cocaine could be mixed with the juice and shipped here to be later processed and refined. Cartons of frozen juice in a shipping container would stand a good chance of slipping past Customs and you guys, and the profits would be enormous." "That ties in to the conclusion that we'd reached. Now how far along are the negotiations for the takeover?" "They have come to a screeching halt. He appears to be getting desperate, it would seem that he has a shipment ready to roll." "That also ties in with our intelligence. Now, what I would like you to do is to go ahead with the takeover, but delay it for as long as you can. We figure to rush him and hope that he makes a mistake that we can pounce on. What are the financial terms for this sale?" "He is to come up with twenty percent up front and the balance in instalments. I know that he doesn't have the cash for the initial payment so he will probably ask for a twenty-one day grace period to raise the funds. That would give him the time to get the first shipment in and sold, after that he would be home free. If this works for him he could be on a gold mine." "You seem to have covered all of the bases. Don't worry about losing your company, after we bust him and he can't make that first payment, the sale will fall through and you'll have your company back." "I hope so." He stood up and was already heading for the door when Emily called him back. "Inspector, I don't know if you can help me, but the influence that Hendricks had over me that caused me to help him, concerns my father and some money that he owes the casino. Hendricks told me that the debt would disappear if I did what he wanted. I would like it, if you can arrange it, to disappear." "We know about that, and the casino will not be pushing for their money back, not after the threats that we've made to them concerning their operator's licence." With a smile and an 'I'll be in touch,' he left. "Isobel." "Yes Em?" "Could you go out to your office and get on the phone and make a restaurant booking for the three of us, and don't look in here for a while." "How long do you not want to be disturbed for?" She had a smile on her face and I got the impression that the two of them conspired regularly to keep me under control. Emily pulled my chair back from the desk, spun it around and dropped into my lap. It didn't take long for me to realise that with no worries on my mind I would be able to perform. If it wasn't for the layers of clothing we would have been making love. The insistent buzzing of the intercom interrupted us. "Okay you two, tidy yourselves up and let's get out of here, I don't know how long they'll hold the reservation." I scrubbed my face to remove her lipstick and Emily repaired the havoc caused by my lips on hers. After dinner Emily kissed me and looked expectantly at me. "Do we play tonight?" I looked deep into her eyes and tried hard not to give anything away with my face. After several seconds I could not hold my stern expression any longer. "Oh all right, tonight we play." Before the message had fully sunk in, I grabbed her hand and we literally ran to our bedroom and jumped onto the bed. Sometime in the wee small hours of the morning I cried "Enough already, I need sleep." This little voice from somewhere under my chin mumbled something like, "Spoilsport." Followed by the slow breathing of sleep. "A Doctor Hendricks and his business associate are here for their ten o'clock appointment." Isobel said over the intercom. "Bring them in would you." She led Hendricks and someone who looked about as far from a business associate as I'd ever seen into my office. "Would you transcribe this and have a copy for me in an hour, I need to read it before I have my meeting with Roberts and Associates." I handed her a memory card. "Certainly sir." She smiled as she left my office. There was nothing on the card but it would be inserted into her computer, and while she typed a load of bullshit, it would record everything said in my office, not entirely legal, just a safety measure. "I'd like you to meet Peter Horwood, an associate of mine." Horwood held out his hand and tried hard to crush mine, it almost worked. He was tall and tanned, his beard was long and grey and sort of parted in the middle from streaming either side of his face as he tore down the road on his Harley. His impossibly black hair was non-existent on top of his head but had a long plait hanging down his back. He wore a sleeveless leather jacket that displayed his full sleeve ink on both arms at the end of which were thick ring clad fingers. He was of heavy build and the black leather pants were stretched to their limit containing his belly. "How close are we to a decision on the sale?" "I have a few concerns regarding finance." "I'm sure that we can come to some agreement on that." Hendricks said. I didn't like the way that Horwood cracked his knuckles. "What seems to be the problem?" "I need to factor in the value of the shipment that is ready to come from Brazil. We have already paid for it, and under normal circumstances we could expect a thirty percent profit on its sale in thirty days after delivery. There is a lot of money involved here and I would expect to be compensated for it. Now the way that I see it, we can include that in the sale price, or it can be included in the first repayment. I would prefer the former, but will accept the latter, it's up to you." A mumbled conference took place, I couldn't understand what was said but was sure that the mike would have picked up every syllable. "We don't think that you are in any position to make demands." Horwood said, I don't need to say that his manner was threatening. "Oh, and why would that be?" "Have you spoken with your father lately?" "No, why?" "It would seem that he is in debt up to his bloodshot eyeballs. Now we have made an offer to your wife to have that debt disappear if the sale goes ahead, if not, certain friends of mine will be contracted to call in that debt, if you get my meaning." "Why would that bother me, his doctor has given him no more than six months." "If you don't comply they will be the longest and most painful six months he will have ever experienced, and I'm sure that his pain will be inflicted on you by your beautiful wife who dotes on her father." "If you must know, my wife and I are heading for a divorce and you think that I give a shit about what happens to her and her father?" So I lied to them. This rattled them a little causing another conference. Horwood looked at me with a look of pure menace. "If you think that the pain that you suffered the other day was bad, think again, the next load will be much worse." "Are you threatening me?" "You would have to be stupid to look at it otherwise, yes it is a threat." "It looks as if I don't have much of a choice, doesn't it?" "Now you're being smart. Sign the paperwork and you'll have the initial payment." I took the file from my in tray and opened it. I signed on the several lines that I had to sign on and pushed it across the desk to Hendricks who took his pen out and signed it. Horwood reached down for the attaché case that Hendricks had brought with him and snapped the locks. The now opened case was full of bundles of banknotes, they seemed to be all $100 denomination notes and if they were it amounted to a lot of money to be carrying around, but then, if you had an 'associate' that looked like Horwood you would feel pretty safe. Business transacted they left. "Roberts is on his way over." "Is this a coincidence or did you have something to do with it?" "You really are a technology Luddite aren't you? I linked my computer to my phone and relayed the conversation directly to him. He couldn't be happier." "This is getting better by the day," Roberts said as he sat opposite me, "we have an insider in the casino who told us that Hendricks and some goon collected a large sum of money from the office strongroom, money that is not mentioned in the casino's books. It would seem that there is a considerable amount delivered to the casino on a regular basis and this is held in the strongroom and used to pay out the winners. The cash taken when the punters buy their chips is sent to a separate room where it is counted and bagged. This is picked up by an armoured car each day and taken to the bank. The money that arrives is fed through the casino to the punters when they cash in and then clean money is brought in from the bank to replace the dirty money. The guys that deposited the dirty money then collect the unrecorded clean money from the casino. A sweet setup, and one that will take some proving. We have experts following the paper trail as we speak." "So what happens now?" "You do nothing but wait while we prepare for the arrival of the shipment of orange juice, which we will intercept and analyse and hopefully gain a conviction or several." "But surely, if you confiscate the juice you won't catch the bad guys, they'll head for the hills, or simply deny any knowledge, probably try to blame me, after all I did actually arrange for it and pay for it." Losing It "What usually happens is that we intercept the container and fit it with a tracking device, then we release it, and when it is picked up follow it." "But surely that only nets considerably below the top of the food chain." "The way that we figure it, if we keep chipping away at the small targets eventually we'll find somehow to reach higher targets." "Meanwhile a lot of product slips through." "Do you have a better suggestion?" "I think so. This would appear to be a trial run of a new method which, if it succeeds will lead to it being used again. Having said that, I think that the real reason is that, if this succeeds, Hendricks stands to make a fortune selling the method to other importers, even a world-wide operation. That way he's not involved in the actual importation. If we are going to get him for this, it will have to be this run, and I'm betting that he will be there for the unveiling." Emily and I preserved the façade of a marriage in trouble, in public at least, so that Hendricks would not get suspicious about the take-over of that part of my business. She answered the door one morning to find Hendricks standing there with a smug look on his face. "Oh it's you." "I would have thought that you'd be a little happier to see me than that. Have you spoken to your father lately?" "Yes, he told me that the casino has cancelled his debt." What she didn't tell him was that she knew that he wasn't instrumental in the debt being cancelled. "So don't I get any thanks for that? You could at least invite me in." "I don't think that wise. Graham's having me watched in an effort to find something that can gain him leverage so that he can screw me over the divorce, so the less I see you the better, and definitely not here or anywhere else in private. You had better leave now because we have already been photographed talking." "What?" "If you take a look up the street as you leave, you will see a van parked on the side of the road. It has been there pretty much every day for the past week." Which it had, although that had nothing to do with me or Emily, Roberts had agents watching us to make sure that we weren't harmed in any way. If Hendricks made any attempt to enter the house they would have been there in a flash because, along with the illustrated man, his photo was taped to the shelf above their control centre. It was a week later, and according to the shipping news in the morning paper, the container of orange juice was due in port this morning. I was expecting a call from Roberts as soon as they had tested the cargo. I had been feeling pretty good with myself having worked out that Hendricks and his friends had wanted my frozen orange juice concentrate contracts so they could import cocaine from South America and pre-curser chemicals from California. But something about it still didn't seem right. I was going over the paperwork for the sale of my business when something caught my attention. It was hidden amongst the different companies that they owned, and in itself it would seem totally innocuous, but in light of what was going down, it took on a whole new perspective. I was reaching for the phone when it rang. "Inspector Roberts for you." Isobel told me. "Putting you through." She told him and I was talking to him. "Graham, we've analysed that juice in the container and it is pure unadulterated juice concentrate." "I know." "What? How did you come to that conclusion?" "There was something that I've only just picked up on. It's the container, rip the insulation out of the container and you'll find your drugs. One of Hendrick's companies manufactures insulated shipping containers for use in transporting refrigerated goods. Once the stuff is packed in, the container is sealed, and filled with liquid nitrogen to keep it chilled for the duration. What could be simpler than to take the insulation panels out and place the drugs behind it and then re-assemble it? If the cocaine can be formed into a thin layer, even stuck to the back of the insulation panel, the x-rays will not pick it up. As for pre-curser chemicals, they can be impregnated into a thin porous sheet, something like an open cell foam, and placed between the insulation and the panel surface lining so that they are frozen by the liquid nitrogen and won't settle to the bottom creating an uneven layer that the x-ray can pick up." "I'll get back to you." He hung up. I wish that I could have been there when the container was unloaded from the truck in a warehouse. It had been met by Hendricks and a deputation from various potential customers. "Gentlemen, this container has undergone a thorough examination by both Customs and The AFP, yet here it is with its cargo intact. Samples of the orange juice were taken and the result was negative. This has been a success, and it has nothing to do with the cargo. Pete, you may unload it." Pete climbed onto a forklift and proceeded to extract the pallets containing cartons of frozen juice. When the shipment was standing in a stack by the wall, Hendricks walked into the container. Pete, if you would." Pete took a battery powered drill and proceeded to take the screws out of the panels and stack them on the floor. "Now we come to the secret of our success." Pete began to strip the layer from the back of the insulation panels. "Here gentlemen, is our shipment of cocaine. There is approximately two million dollars sitting here, more depending on how much you cut it. An adequate return on your investment I'm sure you'll agree." There was approving nodding all round as the potential buyers surveyed the drugs. That approval quickly change. "AFP, stay exactly where you are!" Pete decided that he'd make a run for it, if he was arrested again he would not see daylight for at least twenty years. He jumped onto the forklift and drove it straight at the group of policemen. "Stop or we'll shoot!" came the order. He ignored it and a shot rang out, blood spurting from his shattered right shoulder. With no-one controlling the direction, the forklift veered to one side and crashed into the stack of orange juice, bursting many of the cartons. The floor was soon sticky with a layer of juice as the prisoners were ushered to the waiting police vans. An ambulance was called for Pete. All of this never would have happened if Emily hadn't tried to convince me that she was Hannah, her twin sister who had died as an infant. Once Isobel had identified her as Emily I investigated and found the subterfuge. She had been forced to act as she did because of the position that she found herself in, and this was her way of triggering my natural curiosity, forcing me to look deeper into what was happening. When Hendricks had questioned her about my refusal to continue with his 'medical treatment' she was not lying to him when she told him that she was doing as he had asked. She had put her arse on the line for me and I was going to have to find a way to reward her. My phone buzzed at me, waking me from my reverie. "Emily's here." Isobel announced. I was just about to say 'send her in' when the door opened and she was in. "I was just thinking about you." I told her as I took her in my arms. "So I'm back in the good books am I?" She smiled at me, she already knew. "Of course, I'm going to have to do a lot of grovelling to get back in yours, I can see that." "No you won't. Until those drugs had worn off you weren't thinking straight, so I can't blame you for thinking that I was one of the bad guys." "But if it wasn't for you I might still be thinking that." We were in the middle of a kiss when the fucking phone went off again. "Sorry to disturb you boss, but Inspector Roberts is on the phone again." "Graham, you were spot on, and lucky for us we hadn't released the container. We stripped the insulation out and found a large amount of cocaine stashed between the insulation and the container wall, just as you said it would be. We put it all back and released it, along with a tracking device, and traced it to a warehouse. We didn't have to wait long for them to arrive, and it wasn't just the little guys this time. Hendricks was there bragging to his buyers, some of the major dealers in this country, about how his system would fool both Customs and the AFP when we strolled in and arrested the whole lot of them. My superiors have suggested that I should sound you out to work for us, they could use someone with a devious mind like yours to help us counter any new and sophisticated methods that the bad guys might come up with in the future. What do you say, are you in?" "I'll have to confer with my wife, I need thinking time." "Take as much time as you like, and while you're thinking you can expect a phone call from our Director offering you an obscene salary to sweeten the deal." "You guys know how to play dirty, don't you?" "It's a dirty game this drug enforcement." He hung up. "You are one smart woman, have I ever told you that?" I was lying beside her, a finger tracing circles around her recently kissed lips. "Only a million times in the past hour, but don't let me stop you telling me again." Her hand was occupied trying to induce my exhausted cock to rise again. "By the way, what do I call you, is it Hannah or is it Emily?" this had become a sort of running joke between us. "You can call me darling, that way you'll avoid the confusion." I looked closely at her, beginning at her lips and proceeding to her breasts, familiar now that the drugs had fully worn off and cordial relations have been resumed. Their soft roundness tipped by a swollen areola and capped by her hard nipples were one of the reasons that I had fallen in love with her. Having taken in their beauty, I moved on to the hollow of her navel with its little puckered bud in its centre reminding me of the times spent with my tongue in there. Up the slope and down to the copse of hair that, from this perspective, hid the final goal from me. My hand reached down and brushed lightly over the tuft before sliding over the slope and into the valley between her legs. My finger entered her and this brought a sob from her lips. "That's not fair, I'm ready but you're nowhere near it." "I thought that I'd amuse myself while I'm working up to readiness, you don't mind, do you?" "It beats nothing I suppose. Hurry up, I don't know how long I can stand this." It wasn't very long at all, a combination of two fingers inside her and my tongue on her clit brought her to a rapid and intense climax. "Will you promise me something?" "What is it?" I asked distractedly. "Will you promise me that, in the future, you will avoid walking headfirst into any blunt object, especially one wielded by a person with malicious intent?" "I promise, and now, as you might already have observed, I am ready." After she had completed the mounting and insertion manoeuvre she looked down at me. "Do you think that you can ever be serious?" "Never." "Just as I thought." She laughed, cried, kissed me and did wonderful things to my cock, all at the same time. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" "Only a million times in the past hour, but don't let me stop you telling me again. Losing It "Chuck?" I called out my boyfriend's name as I entered his dark apartment. I switched on a lamp on a nearby table and made my way towards the back of the room. "Chuck?" I called again, a little louder. "I'm back here baby!" came his answer, from the direction of his bedroom. I walked down the hallway and pushed open his door. He was stretched out on his bed in the dark, wearing nothing but his dark green cotton boxers. This wasn't unusual; he usually laid out in front of the fan after his shower. I gave his body a good once over - he was, by far, the sexiest man I had ever gone out with. He was 6'1, 190 lbs, very muscular but not bulky, light brown hair that he wore feathered down to his shoulders and a neatly trimmed goatee. His body was a golden brown color from his days on the job site as crew foreman of a construction company. As my eyes wandered down his body, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his shorts. Chuck and I had been dating for a few months, and our physical relationship wasn't up to his standards. I knew he was getting frustrated with me, but I had my reservations about sleeping with him. It had nothing to do with my self-confidence - I think I'm fairly attractive. I'm 5'9, 140 lbs with a runner's physique, shoulder-length dark brown hair that is layered and hazel eyes. I'm very curvy with a slim waist and 44D tits. I knew I received appreciative glances from the male population, but I didn't go out looking for the attention. I dressed conservatively, and I didn't flirt a lot. I had Chuck, and I was happy. Unfortunately, he wasn't. He knew he was good-looking, and he knew he could have any woman that he wanted, and he wanted me. But I wouldn't give in to him. This isn't to say that our physical relationship was null and void; we had been making out since our first date. We kissed and touched each other, but it hadn't gone beyond that. We hadn't seen each other naked. And I knew that irritated him. But he told me he understood, and he would wait until I was ready. That's why I didn't think anything of him lying in bed half-naked, calling me over to him. I loved moments like this, when he just wanted to hold me and cuddle. It made me feel safe and loved. So I happily crawled in next to him and snuggled close, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his soap and aftershave. He kissed me lightly on the forehead as he held me, and I laid my hand on his chest. I loved the feel of his chest...the way his muscles tensed as I lightly dragged my fingernails up and down, playing with his hair. He reached his free arm across our bodies, cupping my chin in his hand and raising my face up to his, catching my mouth in a tender kiss. I returned it, gently running my tongue across his lips. He accepted my invitation, opening his mouth wide on mine, darting his tongue quickly into my mouth, running it over my teeth, tongue and lips. He was an expert kisser; when we started dating, I was very innocent and inexperienced. He quickly changed that, teaching me how to use my tongue and teeth to pleasure him. He crawled on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing him greater access to my body. His tongue filled my mouth and danced with mine. He used his strong legs to spread mine apart, and he positioned himself so that his growing erection was nestled in my crotch. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, up and down, slowly humping my fully-clothed body as his kisses became harder and more needy. I ran my fingers through his hair and my hands up and down his bare back, completely enjoying the sensations he was causing. He had one hand behind my head, holding it steady, while the other moved down to my breasts. He began to fondle my tits roughly, kneading the soft flesh in a way that made my pussy tingle with excitement. He pinched my nipples, causing me to moan against his mouth. He broke our kiss, moving his mouth down my neck. I rolled my head to the side, allowing him access to the nape of my neck. He began to kiss, lick and suck my flesh, and it felt so good. His breathing had become shallow, and the grinding of his pelvis into mine was harder. I spread my legs wider, raising my hips slightly. He groaned, and his ministrations on my neck became rougher. I knew we had to stop...it wasn't fair to get him so worked up and not help him relieve his pent-up desire. "Chuck...mmmm...baby, we've gotta stop..." I said breathlessly. He groaned again, but this time from frustration, not pleasure. But he didn't stop; instead he picked up the pace, pushing his cock harder and harder into me, so hard it almost hurt. "Chuck..." I said again, but he placed his mouth back over mine in a rough kiss, stopping me from voicing more protest. I began to get a little nervous; in the past, he would stop with little or no complaint. I quickly put my fears in check, telling myself that this wasn't bad, that if he wanted to do it this way that it was okay. But I quickly found out that it wasn't. Chuck removed his hand from behind my head and drew my arms from around his neck. He lifted both arms above my head, pinning them so that I couldn't move. He stopped humping me, moving his body up onto my waist, totally incapacitating me. He looked me in the eyes, and I saw lust and rage. "Chuck, please..." Before I knew what was happening, he was holding my wrists together with one hand as the other came crashing down across my face. The blow stung, tears instantly sprang to my eyes. "You've been nothing but a tease." he said fiercely. "But not anymore. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, and you're gonna let me." I struggled against him, but he was too strong for me. "Please Chuck, stop!" I was on the edge of hysteria. He saw the look of fear in my eyes, and he laughed menacingly. He let go of my wrists, bringing both of his hands down onto my tits, grabbing and pulling the flesh. I pushed against his shoulders, fighting him, trying to get him off of me, but to no avail. He laughed again. "Go ahead, tire yourself out...it'll be even easier for me to shove my dick up your tight pussy!" I started to cry, because I knew he was right. Then I remembered that his roommate, Kyle, was right next door. I set myself up to scream, but he clamped a hand tight over my mouth. "Don't even think about it, bitch!" he whispered, his face right up next to mine. "You try to make noise, Kyle will come in here...but he won't come in here to rescue you! He's wanted to fuck you for a long time, too. So I wouldn't call attention to this if I were you!" I knew my fate was sealed. I relaxed my body. He chuckled. "Good girl. Now just stay that way. You might just enjoy this!" He lifted my shirt up, uncovering my sore tits. He licked his lips hungrily, and began to devour my bra-clad boobs. I turned my ahead away and shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore his teeth and tongue on my bare flesh. I was horrified at what was happening in my mind, but my body was becoming excited. He lifted my bra up, totally exposing my breasts. My hands began clenching the sheets; damn my body for reacting this way! I didn't want this...I wasn't ready! But the burning wetness I felt between my legs said otherwise... After my tits were red from his attentions, he made his way down my flat stomach, leaving a trail of wetness with his tongue. My body let out a sigh, and I could feel his sinister smile against my skin. He traced circles around my belly button as his hands undid the button and zipper on my jeans. He lifted my hips up with little effort; my body was like jello to his touch. He slid my jeans down my long legs, and my underwear quickly followed. I felt violated, but at the same time extremely turned on. I noticed the approving gaze he was giving my pussy - I kept it almost completely shaved, with a small patch of hair at the top and along the edges near my lips. He pulled me to a standing position beside the bed none-to-gently, pulling my shirt completely off and disposing of my bra. I stood before him completely naked. "Take off my shorts." he demanded huskily. He pushed me down to my knees and I timidly raised my hands to the waistband of his underwear. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic and slid them down slowly, fear and a little excitement causing my hands to tremble. His cock sprung out of it's confinements, standing straight up just inches from my face. He had told me that he was about 7 inches long and 2 inches wide, but I knew he was bigger than that. The bulbous head was three shades of purple and throbbing from his massive erection. "Take it in your mouth..." he whispered, pushing his hips toward my face. I clamped my mouth shut, my instincts taking control. He forced the head on my lips, but I refused to open my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a pain sear through the back of my head - he had reached behind me and yanked a handful of my hair. I cried out in pain, giving him enough time to shove his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged and almost bit down, but I caught myself in time. He was choking me, but I knew he would not pull out, so I forced myself to relax. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my face up and down his long, thick shaft. I was totally disgusted, but there was nothing I could do. He was plunging his dick in and out of my mouth, face-fucking me for all he was worth. He quickened his pace, and I just knew that I was going to throw up if he forced himself any farther down my throat. I felt his body begin to tense and with one final thrust, he shoved all 7 inches down my throat. "Oh Jesus...oh fuuuuuuck..." he moaned as his body jerked violently, his cum shooting down my throat. "Swallow it all bitch!" he whispered, as if I had any choice. He held his body still, his cock still deep in my throat, my nose pressed against his stomach. Just when I thought I was going to suffocate, he slid his member out of my mouth with a sickening "plop". I fell forward, gasping for breath, coughing and gagging. He fell across the bed, chest heaving. "Not the best blowjob I've ever had, but you'll have it down in no time." The room was silent save for the sounds of our breathing for a few seconds, until he climbed off the bed and picked me up off the floor. He threw me onto the bed unceremoniously, my ass on the edge and my feet on the floor. He kneeled down between my legs and dived into my hot snatch. The feel of his tongue on my pussy was incredible. My body began to squirm beneath his touch, and I could feel my juices flowing freely down my legs. He sucked on my lips, slid his tongue in and out of my hole and breathed lightly on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips began to rock up and down, and he wrapped his arms under my legs, resting his hands on my hips. He positioned himself so that his tongue was deep inside me and his nose was resting lightly on my clit, so that every time I moved a tingling jolt shot through my body. "Oh Goddddddddddd..." I moaned. He withdrew his tongue and shoved a finger up my cunt. I was caught by surprise and let out a squeal. He worked his finger in and out, then shoved another in. I had finger-fucked myself in the past, but his fingers were much larger than mine, and my pussy walls were stretching around them. The pain was intense, but it felt so good. I began to ride his fingers, my juices pouring down his hand. He was still licking and sucking my pussy lips, teasing my clit, holding me right at the edge of orgasm. "Please...oh please..." I cried. "Please what?" he asked innocently, still sliding his fingers in and out of me. "Please...oh God...please make me cum!" I choked out the words. This was all the encouragement he needed. He removed his fingers from my sopping snatch and in one fell swoop, he buried his cock inside my steaming hole. I felt my cherry burst and cried out in pain, but it only lasted a brief moment. It was replaced by an electric sensation coursing through my veins as I instantly began to climax. "Oh fuck yesssssssss!" I said as he began to pound fervently. I could feel his balls slapping my ass. My pussy was stretched to the max. "Christ you are tight!" he said hoarsely. My back arched as my body was wracked by yet another orgasm. He wanted to go deeper, so he pulled me up to a sitting position, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He picked me up and held me tight to him, his cock pushing against my stomach. I thought I was going to die from the intense feelings shooting through my entire body. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he began to walk around the room, causing his cock to bounce ever so slightly. His mouth encompassed my tits, nibbling and sucking, sending me over the edge for the third time. The exertion of holding me up and fucking me at the same time soon took it's toll, and he walked back over to the bed. This time he laid down, keeping me on top. "Ride my dick baby!" he said lustily. I placed my hands on his chest to hold myself up and I used my legs muscles to slide myself up and down his thick shaft. I leaned forward slightly so that my clit rubbed against his skin as I rode up and down. He played with my swinging tits as I impaled myself again and again. He was ready to cum, so he flipped us over and shoved himself into me with renewed force. I thought for sure that he was going to rip me wide open. He pushed his cock into me harder and harder, his hands clutching my breasts in a death-grip. With a thunderous groan, he buried himself to the hilt and his body tensed, his seed pumping into me. He rode his orgasm through to the end, stream after stream of hot goo pouring down my love canal. This caused me to cum once again, my pussy clamping down on his rod, pumping him dry. When we were both finished cumming, he collapsed on top of me, crushing my tender flesh, his dick quickly softening inside me. I had never felt anything so intense. "That was amazing." he whispered in my ear as he began to kiss and lick my face and throat. He caressed my body as my breathing returned to normal. I finally looked him in the eye, and this time I didn't see the frustration or the anger. But the look of lust was still there, and I knew that this would not be the last time this happened. The thought of his massive cock buried inside of me sent another bolt of fire between my legs, and I knew it was going to be a long night... Losing It Kyle was stuck in the bedroom of his apartment, because out in the main room his roommate Matt was arguing loudly with his girlfriend Renee. It was their usual argument, Matt wanted to have sex and Renee wanted them to wait a little longer, he thought that if she really loved him she'd sleep with him but Renee was a virgin and wanted to make sure that she gave it to the perfect guy. Kyle thought it was probably mostly the fact that Matt thought Renee might not think that he was the perfect guy that had him so wound up, Matt was his best friend but he definitely tended to have a pretty high opinion of himself. Sure, Kyle could walk through them now and right out the front door, but the first time he'd done that he later found out that it had stopped the argument immediately and the two hadn't spoken for a week. All of which served to make Matt grumpy and angry, and he really didn't want to deal with that again. Not that Matt had blamed him, he just hadn't been all that pleasant of a person to live with in general for that week. Sighing, Kyle's green eyes were resigned as he listened to Renee start to cry, saying that she didn't know how Matt thought he could be the perfect guy when all he did was pressure her. Groaning, he ran his hand through his hair... that was definitely not the thing to say to her irate boyfriend who immediately started screaming about how if she felt so pressured maybe he'd just have to find his kicks somewhere else until she felt left pressured. All of the sudden, Kyle heard the front door slam... but it sounded like it was Renee who was left in the living room, crying. Startled, he poked his head out of his bedroom door. Sure enough, there was Renee, all 5'5" of her... and she was all dressed up in a sexy little black number. Oh dammit... that's right, Matt had said this was their 7 month anniversary. Kyle sighed at the idiocies of his friend, and the small noise attracted Renee's attention. Looking up, her tear-filled hazel eyes saw Kyle. "Oh..." she said in a small voice, trying to get the strands of her curly brown hair out of her face, "I'm sorry Kyle, I didn't know you were home..." "It's ok," he said kinda awkwardly, not exactly sure how to handle this situation and wishing desperately that it had been Renee who'd left and not Matt. Matt he knew how to deal with... he had no clue how to deal with the pretty and vulnerable brunette standing in front of him. Although he couldn't help noticing that she still looked beautiful despite her tears. "Um... I guess if you need anything, um, you know, just let me know." He started to go back into his room but her soft voice stopped him, "Well..." he looked back at her, she looked rather uncomfortable herself, "Could you... you know, give me a hug? I just... it would be nice to feel some support you know?" Hesitantly, he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her small frame, she was so short against his 6'1" height that he could actually rest his chin on top of her head just by tilting it up a little. She sighed and nestled against his chest as he shifted a little uncomfortably. Renee was a sexy little package, and he was definitely not immune to her charms, her large D cup breasts were pushed up against him and she was soft in his arms. But she was also his best friend's girlfriend, and even though he'd been attracted to her since they were first introduced, she was most definitely off limits. "Kyle," she murmured into his chest. "Mmm-hmmm?" "You don't think I'm a prude or an ice queen do you?" pulling back a little, she looked up into his eyes waiting for him to answer. Caught a little off-guard, he stammered, "Uh... well, no, I mean... um, I'm not exactly in a position... um. Yeah.. You know what I mean." he finished a little helplessly as those large innocent hazel eyes looked up into his brown ones. Dammit. He sighed, "No, Renee, I don't... I can understand where you're coming from." Her pretty pink mouth tightened a little bit as her eyes darkened, "That's more than Matt can say." Kyle shrugged, "I think that Matt is just afraid that you don't really think he's worthy of you." Renee was looking up at him speculatively, her arms still wrapped around his waist, as she softly said, "Maybe he's not." Confused, Kyle looked at her, about to ask what she meant when she suddenly pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Startled and completely taken aback, he released her from his arms and stumbled a step back. "Kyle?" her voice was questioning, soft, persuasive... this was bad bad bad. "Um, Renee, um, look... I think you're beautiful and all," she took a step closer and he took another one back, "and I think that any guy would be lucky, extremely lucky to have you," he continued to back away from her as she advanced, "But, well, you're my best friend's girlfriend and it would just be..." dammit, how did that diminutive little girl make him feeling like a fumbling high schooler all over again? He was backed up against his doorframe now, the only place to go was in his room.... No that was a bad bad idea. "It would be wrong of me to take advantage of you when you're vulnerable like this..." "But that's what I like about you Kyle!" she protested, just a hint of a purr in her voice as she maneuvered him into his room and shut the door behind her, "You're actually sensitive to what I want, you understand me, and you're a lot more of a gentleman than Matt... and well, I hate to say this, but if I'd met you first... well... things would be very different right now." Shit. He'd reached the bed and his knees buckled under him, making him fall back into a sitting position on the bed. "You're not taking advantage of me anyway, silly," she continued, "in case you hadn't noticed, I'm approaching you." her eyes were completely clear of tears as her hands slipped under the straps of her little black dress, and it slid down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra... in fact, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and Kyle gasped as her curvy body was revealed. Round, perky large breasts hung from her chest, cherry red nipples puckering proudly, her pussy had been completely shaved and was pink and wet looking. "Actually, I had thought that tonight would finally be the night with Matt, but I wanted to surprise him with it and then he just started being such a jerk... but if I'd met you first, then maybe it would've been you tonight... and I kinda wish it had been you anyway." she stepped forward, kicking off her heels as her breasts bounced enticingly, "And now it can be you. If Matt's going to find his kicks elsewhere, so am I." Her naked body was right in front of him as he sat on the bed, his dick making an 8" tent in his pants. Hands tightly gripped, he knew that if he allowed them to go, they'd be touching her silky soft skin and he'd be totally lost. Hazel eyes looked guilelessly into his as she leaned her mouth towards his, lightly touching her lips to his. Kyle moaned as she deepened the kiss, pressing forward with her tongue, mouth devouring his. It was pure torture, his body and heart desperately wanted to give in to her... but his mind was still screaming out that this was his best friend's girl... and then her naked body straddled his lap, pressing against him as her tongue probed his mouth. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her hips closer in towards his own as their tongues danced. Fuck it, she'd been ready to give it up to Matt and he'd treated her like shit... besides, knowing Matt he probably really was following through on his threat to find his kicks elsewhere. Besides, Kyle had wanted Renee for a long time... what kind of jerk was he to refuse what she was offering so freely? Her skin was soft against his hands, silky and smooth as he ran them over her back and down to the firm curves of her ass. A little desperately, she was taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants; tossing her to the side, fully onto the bed, he stood and quickly took off his pants before getting onto the bed and pressing hard against her. His mouth pressed down on hers roughly as she moaned underneath him, fingers stroking the silkiness of her breasts and the sides of her stomach. Hard dick pressing against the soft smoothness of her shaved mound, he wanted to moan with pleasure as his hands cupped her heavy breasts. She shivered underneath him as he gently thumbed her swollen nipples while they kissed, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts with his palms and fingers. Carefully he lifted his hips a little, and rearranged the positioning of his dick, looking into her soft hazel eyes for a moment, he saw her passion and acceptance. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as he lowered her mouth to hers again, his tongue sliding gently between her lips as his dick began to nudge its way into her untouched pussy. As he began working his dick slowly into her pussy, she pulled her mouth away from his for a moment, "It's ok, my hymen broke a couple years ago when I was um... masturbating with a dildo." the thought of her masturbating, made him even harder, and he started pushing into her a little harder now that he didn't have to worry as much about hurting her. Renee whimpered a little as her pussy was stretched out to new proportions, and Kyle moaned as his dick was completely wrapped in the tightest pussy he'd ever been in. Pausing for a moment once their groins were completely pressed together, he looked down at her pretty face as her pussy adjusted. "Are you ok?" he asked, and she nodded, tilting her head up for another kiss. His mouth devoured hers, tasting her sweetness, as he began working his dick back out of her tightness before plunging in to the wet hole again. He kissed her neck as she panted for breath, heaving underneath him as her hips lifted up to meet his downward thrusts, their bodies moving together in pleasure and rhythm. Groaning against her soft skin, he pushed his arms under her legs, hooking them over his shoulders so that she was almost bent in half underneath him. Renee cried out in pleasure as this new position allowed his hard shaft to push even further into unexplored territories of her pleasure-filled pussy. His body was really starting to slam against hers as her nails dug into his shoulders, her back arching against his thrusting groin. "OH GOD KYLE!!!!" his name was on her lips as her skin flushed and she began to cum, her whole body heaving and bucking underneath his. The fantastic beauty of her orgasming body and the rippling of her pussy muscles over his dick made him groan low in his throat as he started emptying his load, his dick twitching with relief as it was gripped tightly in her body. She was fantastic and he looked down at convulsing body, breasts pushed high in the air, flushed cheeks and open mouth while her head thrashed with the heady pleasure of it all. Finally, his dick spent and slowly softening in her pussy, she shuddered a little and her body relaxed; only then did he let her legs fall from his shoulders as he lay on top of her and kissed her lips. "Thank you," he breathed as she kissed him back. "No," giggling, "Thank you!" To their surprise, they heard a bit of a commotion in the front room as the door opened, Kyle's arms tightened possessively about Renee as he recognized Matt's voice. Then, to his shock, a girl's voice responded... a voice that he knew very very well in fact. Brenda, his ex-girlfriend who had broken his heart when she'd cheated on him. Now his arms were rigid for a different reason entirely as he could hear them stumbling into the room next to his. Suddenly Renee's soft hands were cupping his face, "Hey... are you ok?" he looked down at her, mute with his anger and confusion, "is that Brenda?" she asked, and he nodded. Her mouth made a small "o" as she realized what he was upset about. Then, surprisingly, she smiled and kissed his tight lips, "Hey, what are you upset about? You just took MY cherry!" making a mock indignant face up at him, he laughed and pressed his hips against her so that she jumped a little. "You're right." he kissed her gently, their tongues dancing again, even as they could hear the sounds of two people beginning to have sex next door. "Hey," she whispered in his ear, wriggling deliciously against him so that her nipples pressed against his chest, "If you'll make love to me again, I promise to scream your name really really loudly when I cum." Kyle laughed as he looked down at her mischievous smile. "I'm planning on making love to you an awful lot you know," he informed her. "Ain't nothing wrong with that!" quickly darting her head forward, she managed to get her mouth around his nipple, and he could feel his dick twitch inside her pussy and start to grow again. "Damn you're sexy," he growled as his hands ran over her body, cupping her buttocks and squeezing. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you do me in my butt and take that cherry too," she giggled a little as his dick suddenly spasmed in her pussy and got much harder, "Oh... we like that huh?" Kyle groaned as her pussy muscles clenched down on him, "You keep doing that and I'm not leaving your pussy for anything." He began gently thrusting as the moans from next door provided accompaniment to their renewed pleasures. Somehow, it didn't bother him at all as he listened to Matt fuck his former girlfriend, he was definitely in bed with the better girl. Pushing his dick in and out of Renee's soft pussy, he buried his hands in her brown curls as they passionately kissed. Losing It Where to begin? My virginity seems as good a place to start as any. I was eighteen and I still had it. Not from a lack of trying to get rid of the damn thing, it just hadn't happened yet. Losing It I took us a little over an hour to drive from Carmel to Watsonville, the California speed limit of 55 miles per hour was strictly enforced in 1952 and I didn't want get a ticket. We mostly talked about sex and girls and what to expect when we got to our destination. For the most part I listened to my pal Mike— there would be fantastic women there, four or five to choose from, all young and pretty and knew how to please, they charged this for that and so much for that. I took in what he was saying intently for virtually the entire trip, while using my imagination to place myself in all the circumstances he described like only a horny virgin teenager could. Of course, I never let on I was still one to him or anyone else that I knew. When we finally got near the end of the little town's main drag, he told me to turn right and then, after a couple of short blocks, where to turn left. He then had me slow way down so he could make sure were we there— we were and I parked up the street a ways so as not to be too close to our destination. Looking around at the shabby assortment of one story wooden building's, lit dimly by naked street lights affixed to wooden poles, I realized my initial enthusiasm had turned to nervousness. "Too late now,' I thought to myself as we headed up the path to a porch that looked like it was illuminated by a twenty-five watt bug lamp. Next I spotted the faded sign, "Rooms For Rent," in the dimly lit front window just as Mike pushed the door's bell button. "What do you two boy's want?" said the woman, wearing a starched white maid's cap and fancy apron over a black uniform, while peering at us over the locking chain that kept the door ajar. "I've been here twice before and have brought my friend." Mike said. After first closing the door then reopening it, we were allowed into the entrance hall before the door was closed and locked again. "Is he old enough to be here?" She said looking directly at me. "He's eighteen, just like I am, he's OK, has ID to prove it, and I've been here twice before with my older brother." Mike answered. She then opened another door and motioned us to follow her through it. Stopping a few steps down the carpeted hallway and pointing into a large room filled with stuffed furniture and chrome plated smoking stands she said, "You can wait in here. I'll have the girl's come down but it will be a few minutes as the new shift starts at seven and it's only a few minutes till. It won't be long and I might find someone who is ready now." Mike led the way to a medium sized leather sofa, we sat down at opposite ends and I moved a floor standing ashtray between us and got out my pack cigarettes. Holding a shaking Zippo lighter while trying to light up, I realized that my nervousness was now tempered with fear. Trying not to show it, I asked him a question that I knew the answer to. "What did you call that combo thing you said I should get?" "Get a 'half-n-half', for sure, that way you'll get both a blow job and get fucked, like I told you." And just as he said that, another door opened and a young girl, wearing a light green play-suit and black ballet slippers walked in. She was alone and came over and stood by the ash tray in front of us. Then she held out her arm towards me, pointing at my cigarette as if she wanted it. I gave it to her and she took a long drag from it while looking me straight in the eyes, and I noticed she had black mascara lightly applied to her eyelids which highlighted her striking green eyes perfectly, before handing it back. When I took it, I got my first smell of her perfume. "Hi, my name is Penni, have either of you been here before?" She asked, without breaking her gaze on me. "He has, but I haven't, most call me Sonny and that's Mike over there." I said while standing up, then followed with, "Can I go with you?" While looking over at Mike. "Of course you can, but there are some more girls coming down to meet you soon." "I like you," I said while handing her my cigarette package, then added, "Besides, he doesn't smoke." While looking at Mike who was nodding his head to indicate he wanted to wait and see the rest of the girls and thought I should also. "We won't be able to smoke in the back, so thanks," she said while taking one before handing me the pack back. I popped the lid of my Zippo and used my other hand to steady it while I lit hers. Then we both stood there looking at each other, while taking huge pulls of smoke and blowing it out with gusto. This gave me time to notice how small and slight this beautiful little girl, with light brown hair, was. Moments later, as if on cue, we put them out simultaneously and her hand went from her crushed Malborough in the ashtray and straight into mine. Pulling me lightly to follow her we both left the waiting room hand in hand. Back in the hallway she pulled me close, kissed my mouth lightly and told me she was glad I had chosen her. I'm six feet two inches and towered above her, she was probably only a little over five feet, maybe five two at the most, and didn't look old enough to be working there. After a few steps we were in a large room with numbered doors around most of it's perimeter. In the middle, standing next to a desk, was an older blonde woman, with her golden hair casually piled on top of her head, watching us as we approached. She was a splendid looking lady, wearing only high heels, very tight black satin shorts and a very sheer finely net black blouse that flattered her bust and revealed her large rosy nipples. "Hi, Penni, is your young man old enough to be in here with you?" She asked sternly, in what I detected was a German accent, while continuing to look me over. My first thought was that she was a whore and Penni was only bringing me back to meet her and I was expected to do my deed with her. I was still concerned that Penni was much too young to be doing what she was doing. I was instantly relieved seconds later when Penni answered her, "Marcy checked him and said he was fine, he's eighteen and here with a friend that's been here before that she remembers." "That's fine, you two can use number six," she said while switching her gaze to the both of us, "I'm sure you will both enjoy yourselves." Still holding her hand, I followed Penni to our designated door, she opened it, and went in first with me behind her, Turning on the light much like she was a bellhop showing me a room in a cheap hotel. She closed the door but didn't lock it. There was a double bed with a faded light blue cover, two very plain chairs and a small table with a little shaded lamp sitting on a lace doily, a wall sink next to a small cupboard and a towel rack holding a stack of what looked like a few small white towels and some large ones. A huge mirror was on the wall next to the bed. Hanging from the center of the ceiling was a round white globe lamp that bathed the little room in soft light that you could almost read a newspaper by. Everything looked well scrubbed and very clean like it had just been made up. "So, how's this?" she asked as I turned around and faced her. "Everything looks great, especially you!" I replied while looking at her full length and trying to regain my composure and concentrate on why I was there. She was standing by the closed, but unlocked, door looking me over as if she wanted to size me up before taking her hand off the door knob. Then her distant expression turned to a little smile that looked almost devilish as she tilts her pretty head and begins unbuttoning, then almost immediately steps out of her skimpy play-suit so that her lovely slender body is bared except for tiny sheer black panties and the ballet slippers she was wearing. I couldn't believe my eyes that I was standing in front of this magnificent little creature. She had a slim figure and a look of complete innocence that suggested she was only still blooming into womanhood. I immediately locked my eyes on her breasts as they were not like any I had seen before, small and pointed with incredible rosy nipples, about the size of a silver quarters that were surrounded by creamy white skin that merged into a tan line from a two piece bathing suit worn recently. I thought that her nips looked so anxious to be kissed, sucked and fondled that they were going to fly across the room towards me. However, inside I could feel I was beginning to loose my nerve and I wasn't at all sure how our activities were supposed begin. Then her little smile turns to a big one and she slowly does a couple of stylish pirouettes giving me the opportunity to admire her from every angle and sticking her butt out at me provocatively on the turn around. When her posing was over her expression changed again, this time to a vampish look, then she took two quick steps towards me, reaches out and grabs my belt while pulling me roughly towards her. "My turn to have a good look at you," she said laughingly as she deftly undoes the top button then the fly on my jeans and gropes for my business over the top of my shorts, which were soon down to my knees along with my pants. While holding on to my penis tightly she told me, "you can step out of those now, you won't be needing them for awhile," then kneeled down in front of me for a closer look which gave me another angle to briefly wonder about those cute tits of hers before looking down at what she was doing. I was more than a little embarrassed when I saw my semi flaccid dick laying across the palm of her hand while she starred at it intently. It and my underwear was soaking wet with gooey pre-cum. Using her thumb and forefinger she pulled back my foreskin to reveal the glistening purplish head and lightly ran the tip of her index finger over it in little circular motions. "Obviously you have been thinking about this for quite awhile." She said before letting go of it then getting up and heading for the sink. In seconds she returned with a box of white tissues. "Isn't the chance to have some strange sex an amazing driving force to get you all excited? So how far did you guys have to drive to get here?" She asked after she cleaned dried it and got her head down really close for a better look. "We drove over from Carmel, which is a little over an hour away. I've never been to a whorehouse before and my buddy was telling me all about it and I got pretty worked-up hearing all about it." "Got you horny and all riled up, did it? I've never been to Carmel, but I hear it's very nice. Do you live there?" She said playfully while trying to jack me into a full erection, then added, "are the girls there hot to get screwed or is it a big hassle to get any ass there?" "Well, that's the reason we're here. We met a couple of them on the beach today, both really cute and doing all they could to show off their bods for us in their bathing suits, drank our beer and flirted like mad but when we tried every way we could to go out with them later they turned us down cold. Just a couple of snooty prick-teasers. That's why we came here. We've both been horny as hell since being with those two." It didn't take her very long to give me an erection and once it was hard she started to milk it with her long fingers. I loved the look of her beautifully manicured hands doing it to me. "Don't you know any other girls there that put out on short notice?" She said, while glancing up at me— then adding, "I'm glad you chose me and didn't wait for any of the others." "No, I hardly know anybody there at all. Our family has only been there a short time and I mostly live at school near San Francisco, it's my folks who actually live there and I'm not there enough to meet any." "You have a real nice equipment, those chicks don't know what they we're missing. What about the girls at school?" "It's a private boys school near Palo Alto so there aren't any." "There must be girls around there somewhere. I've been to Palo Alto, that's where Stanford is and there are loads of girls going there. Aren't there?" "Yes, suppose so but I'm not quite up to Stanford coeds yet. I go to what's sort of a prep school for Stanford. It's a college and a high school both and for men and boys only, no girls at all, I'm just finishing the equivalent of my freshman year in college." "Those coeds are going to love what you've got down here when you get there." She was now looking closely at my balls and scrotum as well as the inside of my thighs and running her finger's all through my pubic hair. "Are how old did you say you were? I know they checked before letting you in." "I said I had just turned eighteen, which is true. You've been checking me for a good five minutes, how do I look down there?" I said. By now she had stopped looking and seemed to be just sort of playing with it, which I took as a sign that she was going to let me stay. I was as hard as I had ever been and the way her small hand was pumping it I thought I might come before we got started. "Like I just said, those ladies are going to love it. I know I do. I'm the same age as you, have to be to work here, which makes me a very horny foolish young girl that tends usually to rush into sex which is why I take my time. You look pretty nice to me now that he's stiff and has been cleaned up a bit. I would say, based on my somewhat limited experience, that you have one of the nicest tool sets that I've ever seen and it's so hard and straight." After that, she let go, stepped back, then she looked me right in the eyes and held my gaze again, which made me feel somewhat awkward and a little guilty. "How much money do you want to spend with me tonight?" She asked while seductively circling her sensational nipples with her magical clear polished finger tips. "I'm not sure what your prices are for things?" "Well, for things, I could give you a real nice blow job which will cost you twenty-five bucks, I'll be naked and will let you fool around a bit with me while I'm doing it, or better yet, and I'll bet this is why you came here, we could have a good straight missionary screw, which is also done completely nude, and is forty with either me or you on top. And also there are special ways to do it in lots different positions that start at fifty and go up to seventy-five. Then, if you want something extra special, there is our famous and very popular 'half-n-half' routine, which starts with me giving you a little sex show then sucking your cock and ends with a great fuck, that'll cost you sixty. Bet'ya that's more than those prick teasing girls from the beach would do even if they did put out easily to you guys. What do you think?" "Does that mean I cum twice in the 'half-n-half'?" I asked like an idiot. "No, Silly... I'll stop just before you go off, then we can rest for a short time and I'll bring you up again for the love making part of it. It's by far the best way to screw as your orgasm will be all primed and be very powerful and long lasting." "On the blow job, do you swallow?" "Not usually, but, I will for you if give me a good tip. I don't do 'facial's' though." "What's a 'facial'?" "It's when a girl lets a guy cum all over her face, she's usually jacking him off after sucking him and she has her mouth open for it when he squirts it. It's pretty messy most times 'cause it doesn't always hit the target." "Oh, that's nasty but sounds great. On a 'half-n-half' do you swallow as well?" "Sure, for you I will but that means we start by screwing and end with the blow job, you might find it hard to stop boning me just to get sucked off. I don't mind, same deal, if that's what you want but there aren't any refunds if you end up coming inside me and it's all over." "Do you still do your little show?" "I'll let you see every naked inch of me." "What are the special fucks like?" "Oh God, I haven't been here long enough to know them all. One that some of our older customers particularly like is called 'Hollywood style'. I'm on top, but backwards and over your legs with my rear-end facing you and you can watch it all going on from that angle. That cost's fifty. Otherwise we can use our mutual creative abilities to come up with something and I'll give you a price." "The guy I came here with said I should either get the 'half-n-half' or a 'royal', what's that all about?" "Oh, I didn't mention that one because I don't do them, although most of the girls here do. We are required to fuck and suck and anything beyond that is up to us. royals are sometimes called 'around-the-world's' and you get licked and kissed all over and there's lots of mutual fondling. It builds you up for a super orgasm after a good long slow blow job. They charge seventy-five or a hundred depending on whether you want them to lick and kiss your butt hole. And, yes, I would swallow your cum if I did them, but I don't, at least not yet anyway." "I want the 'half-n-half', but start with the blow job." "Sounds good, we'll both enjoy it lots I think. And, you must tell me when I get back what the big deal is about having a girl swallow your wad." Then she approached me and stood very close taking each of my hands by the finger tips and made circular motions with them on her recently hardened nipples. "Going somewhere?" I asked her. "You need to give me the money now so I can take it out and and let Helga ring it up and then I'll be right back. Take all your clothes off while I'm gone... I won't be very long, only a minute or so then we can have a really good time." I picked up my jeans from the floor to retrieve my wallet then handed her three twenties. At that she headed for the door in only her panties and slippers, throwing me a kiss on her way out before pointing at my dick and gently teasing me by shaking her head because I had gone soft again. My ego had deflated once again and I wondered if she knew I was suffering from first time nervousness. She returned a minute or so later, and this time she locked the door after she was inside. By this time I was down to my socks and a tee-shirt. "Come on, I said, 'to get your clothes off,' while I was gone, damn it, you have made me very horny. Get out of those things, we've been given only fifteen minutes to finish our little party and it will be awful to have to rush it." Still standing by the door, she turned completely around and faced it then very slowly began to pull down her panties in a teasing way while giving me the first look at her fabulous naked ass which she was pointing at me before stepping out of them and turning around to face me. "I knew that would make you hurry up," she said as she watched me pulling my shirt over my head. She had a thin little patch of light brown pubic hair just above the top of where her little slit started and I wasn't sure if it was naturally like that or she had been doing some trimming, most of the other girls I had seen had much more down there. Out of embarrassment I quickly let my eyes fall to the floor and starred at her ballet slippers while she giggled then wadded up her panties and threw them at me, hitting me squarely in my face. "Hey, Silly, what are you looking at?" "I'm looking at your feet, I want to see them," using that as an excuse for my profound shyness. "Don't tell me you have a foot fetish at your tender age?" "I don't think so, but you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever been with and I want to see all of you." "Some of the girls here make big money jacking guys off with their feet. did you know that?" "You didn't have that on your menu!" "I haven't done it yet. I'm still just in training, but you're so sweet I'll let you talk me into just about anything. I offered to swallow your cum didn't I? I haven't done that with anybody else yet." "I'd rather have the 'half-n-half' than a foot job!" She reached down and took the left slipper off with her left hand then did the same with the right hand for the other one, stomping them down slightly as they hit the floor, then looked at me and said, "Satisfied?" Losing It Even though it was only an excuse, I looked at them long enough to know they were the prettiest feet I had ever seen and could feel my boner rising again. Her toes were painted in fire engine red, unlike her fingers, and were just as pretty in their way. Long and thin like the rest of her feet. "Yes, very much so, they are as beautiful as I thought they would be and your toenail polish is sensational and oddly very, very, sexy." "Glad you think so, that's why I did it," she said as she came over and locked her hand around the base of my now stiff dick. "Look Sonny, I'm looking forward to a damn good screwing so get your fuckin' socks off so I can clean you up and we can get at it." I instantly followed orders by mimicking the way she had pulled off her slippers and without letting of my cock go she pulled me roughly over to the wall basin. "Hey, take it easy!" I yelled, faking it a bit. "Didn't you know God provided us girls with a convenient handle to move our men with?" She asked me laughingly. She let go of it when we got there and took a towel and held it under the hot water, soaking it thoroughly before wringing it out. With it in one hand and a bar of soap in the other she began to scrub around my lower parts while my hands began to lightly explore her neck and the tops of her shoulders and then moved on down to her lovely tits, while my now hard soapy wet dick pressed against her flat abdomen and tried to lodge itself into her navel. "Saw your friend outside, he was going in with my roommate." "She must be a blonde with big tits, that's what he said he was going to get if he could." "Well that's Connie to a tee, she's very beautiful, is very sweet and has fantastic breasts and a great ass so he'll be happy. She's very experienced, unlike me, so you can bet he's probably going to have a terrific time. She also has a fabulous figure and really digs young horny studs, like you guys are. She actually gets off on them when they slam her real hard. And, yes, she has pretty feet too. I'm not going to let you forget that one." "I don't care what she has, you have the nicest body with the most terrific tit's and best ass I have ever seen. For him it's the-bigger-the better, I go for quality, as I'm really stimulated visually by especially beautiful women like you. He's been here before a couple of times. He wasn't all that sure what he was going to be getting tonight, but based on his recommendations to me about what to get, my guess is he'll probably also get a 'half-n-half' but he also likes to have his come swallowed and that complicates it I guess." "Maybe not for Connie, she knows all the tricks and has a large and varied menu." "How long have you been doing this?" "Are you about to ask me... what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" "No, not at all. I'm a total sex freak and just wish everybody else was one as well." "That's neat, 'cause I'm one too but I also like to make money at it. I haven't been here very long and they won't hire girls that have worked anywhere before. I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I'm only in my second week here, actually, I'm just starting my first full week of work in the stalls." "So, we're both new to whorehouses, we'll have to compare notes after the party's over." "Connie does big time 'royals', it's her specialty, maybe that's what Mike will get. She wants me to start doing them and wants to teach me all the finer points. She does all kinds of kinky things too. Is it from him where you got the cum swallowing idea?" "Yeah, I guess so. I only asked if you did 'cause I was curious. I never really thought about it until he mentioned it on the way over. He said it was a must do." "Most guy's like it done and ask for it. I won't do it with most of them but when I do it's certainly a lot simpler to clean things up after." "I never thought about all the cum you have to deal with." "It's a very big deal for us. It's not exactly a job hazard but it has to be dealt with seriously 'cause it's messy and tends to fly about when you least expect it to, gets on you and in the damnedest places and because it's body temperature you almost never feel it when it hits you. I'm learning all about that stuff right now. You can't go to the next customer with gizz in your ear or in your hair and when it's busy we don't have that much time to to make ourselves presentable again. Some of the girls here think it's very erotic to swallow it, other's hate it and think men like you to swallow because it demeans the woman, which is something prostitutes see a lot of when dealing with their john's. Others here think swallowing it is the best way to get rid of it. Our doctor told me that gizz and urine are always sterile and can't hurt me. The stuff is mostly protein, he said, and might even be good for your skin." "I never though about it like that, but have certainly gotten it on car seats and all over my clothes and sheets, things like that." "You're not the demeaning type are you?" "I don't think so. And I love beautiful women and try and be a gentleman when I'm with them. You are very beautiful to me. You're very special to me already." "That's what I thought, and why I told you I would swallow yours. The tip thing was just because I do this to make money, you understand that don't you?" "Yes, of course I do. Does swallowing gross you out?" "Not with somebody that appeals to me but with others it definitely does and I won't do it, I mean a guy's cum in my mouth when I'm sucking them off and they pop, well, I've learned to handle that, but I usually spit it out on to a towel as soon as I can and don't swallow it. Did you know that everyone tastes different?" "I've tasted mine and it tastes musty, at least that's what I think musty is supposed to taste like." "Ever tasted anyone else's?" "No." "No blow-jobs with the boys eh?" "No. Not hardly, but I like the taste of excited women." "That's good. I wonder if girls all taste different." "I haven't done enough to really know. So what kind of a menu do you think your roommate offered to my friend Mike?" "Oh my God, there are hundreds of variations, think about it. She'll probably get him to tip her to talk dirty to him, that's for sure. She's big on that and loves doing it and is trying to get me to do it, but it's hard for me as it doesn't come naturally and I think it sounds phony as shit. She says, "it makes guys pop their wads faster so she can do more tricks in a night. She always gets picked quickly out of the lineup so for her time is real money." "You could try doing it with me... but don't make things speed up too quickly please, I want to enjoy every minute with you." "I can't wait until your massive, pulsating, super-hard and straight cock splits my eagerly waiting slippery pussy lips and jams itself into my desperately waiting hot cunt and starts pounding me into the floor and filling me with your steamy cum!" "I see what you mean. I can't believe you said that, and, you're right, it sounds phony as hell." "Next to swallowing and 'facial's' it's the dirty talk that guy's always want, their wives and girlfriends don't do those things and it turns them on. You're getting harder, it must be working." "No, it's what you are doing to it." At that she started to really scrub hard and didn't stop until she had covered all of the area between my legs at least three times and had practically worn my skin off. " I learned how to do this from our doctor. The one that takes care of the girls here. On my first day here he gave me a first class gynecological exam. Then he said he was going to show me how to prep a john and what to look for. so he took off all of his clothes also and took me through all of the things I 'm doing to you now, plus the inspection I did on you earlier. So turn around and bend over and grab your ankles." My rear crack and butt hole got the same treatment, but she seemed to bare down harder with the washcloth and used her finger behind the cloth to get up the hole. Then after drying me, she said, "That's it, Baby, now go over and lay on your back in the middle of the bed, I'll join you there in a minute and we'll have some fun. Just close your eyes and wait for me and the magic to start." I did as I was told to do and then wondered why I had gone soft yet again. Clearly I was really scared, but not scared stiff unfortunately, this bothered me because I thought I had convinced her that I was a guy with some serious experience and to lose my erection now might blow it big time. When I heard a drawer open I craned my neck backwards and could just make her out from my upside-down perspective. I saw that she was sitting on the edge of the sink with her legs spread wide with, I think, two of her fingers ramming into her, that brought my hardon back a bit. "Hey, your not supposed to be watching me... I'll be right there and give you a real good show, I have to get myself ready too." Seconds later she was standing at the foot of the bed with a dry white towel in her hand covering her pussy and fixing her gaze on me. "Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you, you have to worship me until we are through. Got it?" "Yes, I've got it. That shouldn't be hard to do!" As soon as I said that she threw the towel on the bed and started to give me her little show. She first turned around slowly to give me another good look at her cute little ass, then bent over while spreading her legs as wide as she could. I could see everything as she reached in from the front and inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy. When she stood up, after several seconds of this, and turned again to face me while she was masturbating furiously with both fingers going all the way in and starting to breath harder. When she withdrew them she reached over and held them briefly under my nose and said, "Go ahead smell and lick them if you want." Which I did of course. Then she shifted her position and scooted up over me on the bed so that her legs arced widely over my chest with her knees under my arms and this placed her pussy right in front of my face. With those wonderful fingers of hers she pulled open her pussy lips so I could gaze down that mysterious little red hole. "You think you'll fit in there?" she said, then added, "You can put your tongue in if you want." I did and kept it there for a few moments until she moved again. This time she got up and moved to the right side of the bed and kneeled down next to my right side with her knees touching the side of my chest just under where my right arm pit was. She took those two fingers and put them up to my nose again and they smelled sweet, like a mysterious flower, so I licked them again. From that position, she rolled over and stretched her head and body down towards my groin while reaching for my dick which she started to touch lightly with her fingers while placing her mouth directly over it and letting some spit fall on it. Almost as soon as it responded it was in her mouth and I could feel her tongue going to work, going round and round on the tip and all over the head, punctuated with loud sucking noises. Her butt was almost over my right shoulder at this time so I repositioned my arms so I could spread her legs to get a better look. She quite willingly assisted and soon my fingers were finding their way into her slippery and partially opened vagina, which I soon discovered was lightly covered with some sort of flavorless jelly lubricant. Her blow job was unbelievable and by far the best one I had ever had. She started by licking all over the outside of my dick then went down to do the same to my scrotum. Then she seemed to suck one of my balls into her mouth and toyed it with her tongue before popping it out and repeating the same with the other one before going back and licking and kissing the shaft noisily. She did this a few times and would bring me almost to the point of shooting my load then tighten her index finger and thumb hard around the base of my boner and shift her mouth to another tender place. On one of her last grabs she encircled the base of my scrotum with her thumb and seemed to lift my entire package up so she could get her mouth down between my legs where she spent at least thirty seconds teasing and licking near my rear hole, no wonder she cleaned that area so well. She massaged, licked and kissed all over my dick and scrotum and between my legs and I had never before been so sexually excited. At this point I tried to shift her position by grabbing her and moving her butt over so her legs came together right over my face. Once accomplished, with some willing help on her part, I was able to get my tongue up and into to her where I could taste her own tasty juices coming through the slippery jelly. I had eaten pussy a few times before but this was indeed my first real taste of pure unadulterated lust. Then there was more that I had not expected. She started to lick lightly around my asshole and I responded by doing the same to her. This made her reposition herself by spreading her legs as wide as she could and pushing hers down hard over my mouth. I tasted it thoroughly then tried to put the tip of my tongue in, she did the same to me which almost caused me to cum before her grip again tightened to the max around my shaft. While continuing to hold it tight, she began to play her tongue around the swollen head again, looking at me in the eyes she said. "I could make you cum so hard right now it would blow your mind and I would love to have it shooting into my mouth and down my throat. But, I think you're ready baby, so let's fuck and see what that's like..." At that she quickly shifted her position up and spread her legs over mine without letting go of the tight grip she had on my now almost bursting rigid hardon. Then she raised herself up on her knees and shifted back a bit and rubbed the slippery tip of it along the lubricated hairless skin of her twat from her clit to her star hole a few times before inserting it dead center and initially forcing it in a little bit with her fingers. "Now be gentle with me and we'll get it all the way in," she said softly without breaking her hypnotic stare that continued to be aimed directly into my eyes. Very slowly we both worked our bodies until it seemed like it was in up to the hilt and my pubic hair mingled with her little patch. She then eased her guiding grip and we began to gently rock back and forth and I felt how warm and good it felt being inside a woman for the first time. Not at all like when her hand had gripped it tightly before. While it was still tight, maybe even tighter, it seemed to engulf all of it perfectly like we were made for each other. As my rock hard penis moved slowly inside her slippery cunt it seemed to adapt quickly to the gentle fucking movements she caused by the captivating ways she was moving her gorgeous hips. Soon I discovered the added thrill of withdrawing completely then reinserting completely and going all the way up again. I loved the passionate and controlling look of her being above me but then wanted urgently to satisfy my years of fantasizing and masturbating about this moment, which I had always done while imagining the women of my dreams who were always in the standard missionary position under me. "No stop! I want to be on top, please!" I said suddenly. "OK Lover anything you say, but don't let it slip out when we turn over, you feel so good right now and it was such a job to get it all in me. Follow what I do, let me lead so it will stay all the way in, please." We accomplished this maneuver by holding each other tightly then falling to one side then rolling together to get me on top. Amazingly to me my dick stayed all the way in, and when I was in the previously fantasized position I placed a cupped hand on each of her breasts and squeezed them and played her nipples in between my fingers for a few seconds while she moaned softly. Then I lost it and drilled her, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. With her at first softly crying, "fuck me," once then with much louder "Oh's," that came out after each furious stroke. This near rape scene ended quickly when I came to a shuddering climax and collapsed on top of her lovely body while crying my eyes out. At long last, I had actually done it! "Oh Dear! Aren't you the speedy one!" she said loudly when I stopped moving, oblivious to my tears. "Keep it all the way in, don't let it come out until I tell you!" She commanded, then re-gripped my bum tightly with her legs and somehow managed to get her hands in between us so she could firmly hold my softening penis inside of her with one hand and started to massage my scrotum and balls with the other. She held me like this for what seemed like at least a minute or two while there was an awesome silence between us that, I thought, was a little awkward in my embarrassing state. Before long I could feel the hardness returning to my cock and she moved the hand that was holding it to pick up that little towel she had brought to the bed. "It's nice that you recover so quickly," she said as she wrapped and sheathed my new hardon in the towel. "OK you can come out now, but do it slowly, very slowly." I complied and was soon out. " Now turn over and lay on your back with your legs spread wide while I clean you up some." She quickly wiped me then moved herself into the sixty-nine position with her sopping wet cunt over my face while she took my entire penis into her mouth again and began to suck it, only much harder and louder than before. As it started to begin another climax she began to milk it with her lips and fingers while she continued to suck very hard and make loud slurping noises. As I started to cum she forced a greasy finger in my ass and lightly used her teeth to bite around the tip. It was another monster climax, for sure. Then suddenly she sat upright and turned towards me with a huge smile on her face, which was six inches from my face, and opened her mouth and pointed to her tongue so I could see there was a small amount of semen in there. Swallowing dramatically she laughingly said, "Told you I would swallow it. You taste real good, hope you enjoyed tasting me." Following that she gave me a long French kiss with lots of tongue action going on by both of us, "We taste good, don't we?" She asked, then stood up by the bed while holding the now tightly rolled little towel between her legs. I nodded in the affirmative, and said, "That's the smallest bikini I've ever seen—looks good on you." "Honey, that ain't no bikini it's a stopper, 'cause I can tell you filled me up good. Wouldn't do to have your gizz all over the place, would it?" she said as she headed back to the wall basin, adding, "Stay there, I'll be back soon to finish cleaning you up." When I heard the water running I once again craned my neck to take another look at her. She was sitting on the edge of the basin giving herself a douche using her soapy fingers to scoop water into her and flush herself out. Before long she was back on the bed with another hot wet towel. First doing my face then again scrubbing all around in between my legs and finishing with my dick, which was almost fully erect again by the time she finished. "Man, you come back fast, I could use more of your cock but we're almost out of time and they are strict on that with us girls," adding a moment later, "There you are, somewhat cleaner than when you got here, I think. Feel better now?" "Yes that was a great party, I'll remember it always, I'm sure." I replied while looking into her sexy green eyes again for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night. "It sure beats jackin' off doesn't it?" She asked then followed with, "You'd better remember me," then. "I'll bet you anything you'll be trying hard to fuck your girl friends silly now, won't you?" Losing It I didn't answer her immediately because it seemed clear to me by that remark that she knew or probably suspected I had been a virgin, but I decided to continue to play the game and finally said, "You are wonderful, unbelievable, you were, by far, the best lay I've ever had!" "Well thank you! You're a little fast for me, although I'll give you lots of points for having such a handsome prick and knowing what to do with it. Looks to me like you are all ready to go again. I wish there was time, but don't forget there are lots of girls out there just dying to get it from from a guy like you and word of it will get around fast. They will all want to get that prick of yours in them one way or another plus you have that marvelous tongue among your many fine attributes and you are good looking and smart as well. But mostly you're nice and know how to treat a lady, which is something I don't get much of while working here." "No, with the girls I know it's mostly doing their tits and finger fucking them, with the occasional blow job if I get them really hot and maybe they'll occasionally let me eat them out. But mostly it's just no, no, no until they get married or at least engaged with a ring on their finger." "Did you ever consider that you might just be too nice and considerate. I and most of the girls I know got it the first time by just getting pinned down and having a stiff cock jammed painfully into them. For sure, it doesn't take a lady very long once her cherry's gone to learn to appreciate a good screwing. Sounds like you were with rich big city chicks to me, they hold out and string you along hoping you'll take 'em out some more, buy them things, stuff like that. You need to know that by the time we girls are six we know all there is about pussy power and what it can accomplish. It's built into our genes and if one has a virgin puss, so much the better. Me, I'm from Lompoc, which is a tiny little town of 5,000 with not much to do and just one movie, so it's mostly just beach parties and screwing around. Everybody there is fucking their brains out by the time they get out of high school, if not before." "OK, but all I want to do now is to do it all over again with you, so I'll be back to see you real soon, that's for sure." "I would love that, I'm here every night from 7 PM until 3 AM except Monday and Tuesday's, which are my days off. We're open seven days and there will be other girls here when I'm off or busy. I feel obligated to tell you that they are all very lovely and nice, and because I'm new at this business, some of them are far more experienced then I am and know a lot more variations. You might want to try someone else and it won't offend me. Just make sure you come back and see me now and then, because I'm a fast learner and might know a few more tricks. You know, variety is the spice of life. Don't forget my name, best to tell the maid on the door you want me. If you get here before seven, you'll be first. Come on sweetie, lets get dressed." "I'll bet know one knows that better than you." I muttered out loud. "What do you mean by that remark?" "Nothing all that deep. I just want to see you walk naked over to me so I can kiss and lick your pussy once more before I go." "Oh, shame on you, you nasty boy!" So she walked over towards me with a sexy smile on her face and just about the time she got to me she stopped and said. "Now, turn around and bend over and grab your ankles one more time." I did and she whacked my butt hard with the flat of her hand. "Ouch! What did you do that for?" "I wanted to tell you that you were nasty, you fucker, no one else would have done to me what you did," she said as she moved back over to the washbasin and took a large beaker of red liquid from the medicine cabinet that was on the wall over it. "Come over here, I've got a surprise for you, I want your dick again. But first I need to know if you have to pee." "What?" "Do you have to take a piss?" "No, I don't think so. Why?" "Because I want to watch you, that's why. Try real hard to piss in the sink for me so I can watch you do it." "Are you kidding me?" Then I relented and tried for her and a little urine and a plug of sperm came out and went down the drain. "Satisfied," I asked. "That was very good," she said as she turned on the water to wash it down the drain, then turned to me and grabbed my cock hard with her left hand and started squeezing and jacking it. A little more came out and she washed it down as well. Then with her right hand took a long medicine dropper from the beaker full of red liquid and carefully inserted it into the little hole on the tip and while jacking and milking it emptied three shots into it. I could feel a mild burning sensation and asked her, "what's that stuff?" "It's just a little something that will keep you from taking anything away from this place but fond memories. It will burn like hell when you next take a pee but after that you'll never know you were here, except for those memories, you were talking about, of me." "Do you have hourly rates at this place? I asked her. "Oh yes, of course we do, it's one hundred per hour for each girl and four hundred per girl for an all nighter which lasts until nine the next morning. Are you really serious about coming back?" "Will you do doubles with another girl?" "Well, I haven't while working here yet but most of the girls here do it occasionally, it is just double double the normal rate. Are you interested in that? Aren't I enough for you by myself?" "Actually, I'm just curious about these places. But I am very serious about coming back to see you, and only you, how's that grab you?" "I would be very flattered if you choose me again, I might even figure out something special... a real neat treat, you know what I mean." "Yeah, I'll bet you are full of tricks, but that does it. I'll just let my imagination go to work and it will propel me back as soon as I can do it." "We've got to get dressed quickly and get out of here or they won't let you back in and I'll be in real shit, lets go!" A moment later we were dressed and she was leading me out by the hand. As we passed by the blonde lady, she looked at me and asked, "Did you and Penni enjoy yourselves?" "Well I certainly did, that's for sure," was my enthusiastic reply. Then, Penni chimed in, "He's a real nice guy and say's he'll be coming back to see us again soon." "I'm so glad to hear that. You and your friends will always be welcome here." She said with a smile. As we got out of earshot and into the hallway, Penni whispered, "Well, you've got it made with Helga, that's a good start anyway but she'll probably want to fuck you herself next time you come here. She'll get Marcy, our maid, to tell her when you are here." As we got to the door, she brought my hand up and traced her her happy face with my index finger then puckered up and gave me a little French kiss that ended with her briefly licking my lips. "This is as far as I can go. Hope to see you again, Sonny, bye-bye and thanks for making me feel like a lady, you were super." "So were you, Penni," I said as I turned and after smiling and winking at her headed down the hall. I walked past the reception room without looking in but could tell it had lots more guys waiting then when I was there before. I smiled at Marcy as I let myself out the front door, seconds later I was outside trying to remember where I had parked the car because I wasn't paying attention when we got here. And a few seconds after that it dawned on me that Penni would be washing the asshole of, or, sucking off or fucking one of those other guys in about fifteen or twenty minutes. For that thought, I needed a cigarette. By the time I found the car and got seated inside and lit it my mood had changed dramatically again. It was, 'how could I have done that, bought and paid for my very first piece of ass like it was a candy bar or something and that fucking cute little whore had probably sucked and had more nasty dick's rammed into her than I could ever imagine. Then after my second cigarette, I had mellowed somewhat and had convinced myself that it was OK, under the circumstances of not being around any fuck-able girls. And that Penni was the perfect first fuck. I couldn't have had anyone that would have appealed to me more than her, she was so beautiful, smart and nice to me and knew exactly what she was doing. By the end of cigarette number three the thought came to me that maybe I had picked up crabs or some other horrible disease and that might kill me or drive me crazy. Then there was a slamming fist on the door and it opened and there was Mike with a huge smile on his face. "Well how was it?" was his jocular greeting. "Fantastic, the best piece of tail I've ever had, that's for sure. What took you so long? What did you do?" I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. "I went for the 'royal-flush', spent virtually all of my money on that slut. The girl I had was terrific, almost creamed when she stripped off. Talk about stacked, beautiful tits with puffy nipples that looked like the were trying to push out of her skin, she was the most, and her hairless cunt was bright pink and looked like it was aching to suck me into it. You should have waited to see the full lineup, like I told you, the whores in that place are all young and beautiful. Listen, I'm starving now, have you enough bread on you to buy us hamburgers on the way home?" "Yes, no sweat, I'm famished as well. Did you bang her or what?" "At the end I did and what a real raunchy fuck it was, with both of us screaming like a wild pigs at climax time." "I liked the girl I was with a whole lot, she was young and pretty and had a fantastic lithe body that she certainly knew how to use." "I saw her in only her panties, too thin to have the kind of boobs I like and too young to get my spunk flowing, but 'to each his own'. What was her name? You wanna go to Bob's in Monterey, think they have the best cheeseburgers and their fries are good." "Yup, that's where I'm heading, figure it's about a half-an-hour from here. Mine's name was Penni and she told me about 'royals', but I thought she said that they ended with cock sucking." "That's right, a 'royal' is a full body lick job and they suck you off at the end. But a 'royal-flush' ends with a fuck after a blow, sort of like a 'half-n-half', only better, and it costs more then a regular 'royal'. What did you do with your broad?" "I went for the 'half-n-half, like you suggested, never had my cock sucked like that before, ever. Was the best. Thought I was going to blow my wad in her mouth several times, but she seemed to know when to let up so my fuck was definitely a mind blowing experience. Once I got it in her, she was really tight, I reamed out that little pink hole of hers until it was practically bleeding. Never came like that before her. Now I know what a good whore house can do for me, thank you, it was all your fault that I'm going to happily let myself become one jaded teenager and patronize that cathouse a lot in the future." "That's great place to know about isn't it? My brother told me that the lady that owns it specializes in getting girls into the business. Won't hire them if they've hooked before anywhere else. The one you had can't be that inexperienced, takes a while for a girl to know just when a guy is gonna pop it. I've got to remember her name, maybe try here next time I'm there or tell my brother about her, he likes to get sucked off more than anything and loves the young one's. Especially likes to watch their faces when the cum hits 'em." "She told me that I had the best cock she had ever seen." "Oh come on. They all tell everybody that, even the old farts that can barely get it up, hear that shit from them. Gets you in and out faster, that's why they do it. Bet she also told you your dong tasted good to her and that you were a great fuck and things like that. Or how about telling you they just started hooking and are only working there because they have a sick mother to take care of. I've heard all that and they're all so full of crap that I don't pay any attention, all I care about is the sexual merchandise they offer." "Well I thought Penni had the best looking twat I had ever seen for starters and it was so small she had to push me in with her hands and it took awhile to get it all the way up inside her. Only had a little patch of hair over it so it was easy to look at. Very pretty, for sure. Was also pink and juicy and tasted great also." "She let you eat her out with a 'half 'n half'?" "Yes, for sure, for a good five minutes while she was blowing me we were in the ol' 'sixty-nine' position. I even tongued her asshole after she did it to me." "You did? Must be that's all part of the same game, they want you to see and taste their twat's so you'll pop it faster. Connie, the one I was with was totally shaved. Come to think of it all the other whores I've had in that place have been. And some of them put alum in their pussy's to make 'em seem tight, one of the girls there told me that. It tastes like you are sucking on a battery so I won't eat any them unless I take a tiny taste first. And don't forget to think about all the dicks that have been in there before you start licking." "She told me I was her first customer of the night, so it never occurred to me not to. Was the best twat I've ever lapped on, all hot and gooey and ready to fuck and tasted better than any girl I've gone down on." "Did you notice the good looking woman sitting at the desk when your gal took you into the room with all the doors to the numbered stalls?" "You mean the one showing off her boobs through her transparent blouse? At first I thought Penni was just taking me back to meet the real whore that was going to do it to me." "No, she runs the stalls, knows what rooms are free and cleaned up and watches the the time in case the girl gets carried away and spends too much with somebody. She also takes the money from the girl after you have paid her, that's how she knows how much time you'll be spending. Also keeps track of how much the slut is going to make off you, think it's like a forty/sixty percentage with the house getting most of it. Her name is Helga and I know her from other times. Sometimes she's naked with an open housecoat showing everything and last time I was there she had nothing at all on above the waist. Could sure see myself sucking those tits. She's only doing it to turn you on so you'll come faster and your girl can go on to the next john quicker , think mass production." "Penni told me that's where she was going after I paid her. That's when she ran into you and the one you choose. Did you know Connie was Penni's roommate?" "No she didn't mention that, just said your girl was really new to the hooking game. I noticed she tried to hide her tits when I looked at them, so she's still got some modesty left. She wasn't able to do it very well and that's how I knew how small and perky they were, still too small for me." "I loved them, not big enough for you but I go for quality above all else and those amazing hard little nipples were too much, think you would have enjoyed sucking on them like I did." "Well I might just try her sometime if she shows up in the lineup. My brother says Helga's a well known prostitute but is hugely expensive and only does all-nighters, couples and special stuff like that for big bucks." "Have you ever tried it with two girls at the same time?" "No, but I'd like to be able to afford it at least once. But that's not what I was talking about when I said 'couples'. That means customers who are girl/boy couples. Helga, who's from Germany, fucks them both, sucks them both, does it all with them together in the same bed. How's that sound?" "Bet it costs a lot but if you were with the right lady it would probably be fine and worth it. We're about half way to Bob's and I'm going to need a piss as soon as we get there, so tell me about the stuff they put into your dick at the end before we get there." "It's called a 'pro', supposed to keep you from getting anything nasty. Burns a little when you piss, that's all, no sweat, just be prepared for it. All the houses I've been to do it. Did you notice how carefully they looked over your cock before anything heavy started? I'm told in Europe and back east that most of the sluts use rubbers but using them isn't legal in Nevada and all the places on this side of the line are competing with them, so they don't use them here either." "Steve told me he went to a place in Nevada, went with his old man who wanted to get him broken in. Said it was like a big bar attached to a motel. Full of hookers who would come up and talk to them. His father finally made him choose one, then paid her and waited while they went next door. She fucked and sucked his ass off, he said. Don't know if his old man got laid or not. But Steve has been getting it pretty regularly from his steady girlfriend and others since then, at least that's what he says." "My old man would shit a brick if he knew what my brother and I have been doing. He still makes us go to church on Sunday evening, which is why I have to leave early tomorrow. I've been trying to get my brother to take me over to Nevada but he always has friends going there when he goes and no room for me in the car. He goes lots, says the places are much better than here. It's legal there and that's what makes it cheaper." "I didn't know it was legal anywhere in the U.S. and that's interesting but a big part of it for me tonight, was the fact that it wasn't legal, made it more exciting, like I was stealing car parts or something." "Remember when we stole that carburetor off that Ford sedan for your car?" "Of course, I'm still using it on this car." "I thought this was your sister's car." "It was, but she didn't take it with her when she got married and I use it when I'm home. I still call it 'her car', force of habit. I'm going to park in the back and we can go in to eat. I don't want to eat in the car. Do you?" "No, lets go in. I need to piss also and take a stretch and walk some." We parked in the lot and headed for the restroom. Pissing in adjacent urinals, neither of us uttered a sound. Then we got a quiet table in the back, ordered our meals and quietly rehashed the whole experience again, a couple or more times at least, before heading back to Carmel. Losing It I woke naked in your bed and was disappointed not to find your slender body pressed against me. You were long gone, rushing off to an early morning meeting leaving me to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes, I surveyed the room, smiling as I noticed the evidence of last night's sex. Your favourite knickers lay on the dresser where I had tossed them the evening before, a collection of sex toys lay strewn across the floor next to a half-empty wine glass that you had interrupted me from drinking. It was then that I noticed the white envelope on the bedside table. It was initialled with the letter N with a neatly drawn heart nestling next to it. Intrigued I tore it open to see what was inside. You had kept it brief knowing that the lack of information would drive me wild. The note promised "an unforgettable night" and gave me a set of short instructions and a train time. There was nothing else. No hints, no clues, just a note. Later that day on the journey back from work, I re-read the note and tried to call you for some answers to the note's many questions. But you didn't answer. I knew you wouldn't. It seemed that the note was all the information I was going to get. So I went to the station the following day and boarded the 11.33 train, smiling as I noted that the destination was Brighton. We had always talked about a weekend by the sea. A big hotel room and lots of sex, and my cock began to stir in anticipation. As the train was nearing Brighton you texted me telling me to get a taxi to the Belmont Hotel and ask for the key to room 217. Half an hour later I was standing outside the door, my cock rock hard in anticipation of what the next few hours would entail. I unlocked the door and moved into the darkened room. A spacious bathroom lay to my right off a short corridor that seemed to lead to the main part of the room. I couldn't see you but I could hear a faint buzzing noise and see the flickering of a screen that sent eerie shadows across the room. I moved further into the room and soon there you were on the bed, your right hand slowly thrusting your favourite toy deep within your pussy as you lay transfixed by the porn that was being played out on your laptop. You smiled lustily at me as your breasts rose and fell in pleasure. I dropped my bag and moved to join you on the bed but you signalled for me to stop and motioned for me to sit on the chair. It seemed I was meant to play audience to begin with. "Take of your clothes," you whispered as your pace began to increase. I slowly did as I was told making sure that I didn't miss a second as I watched my lover fuck herself. Your eyes had moved from the screen and were now locked on mine and as your orgasm approached she moved yourself to the edge of the bed so your feet were on the floor and your naked form was just inches from me. Your pace increased still further and then almost without warning your body tensed, your head arched back as your orgasm shot threw you. You collapsed on the bed panting and motioned for me to join you. But I had other ideas. I pulled you up the bed and then brought my mouth to your throbbing clit. You spasmed at every lick and tried to push me away as you tried to recover from the orgasm that had just ripped through you. But I wanted to make the most of your fresh juices, I needed to taste you. I held you firm as my tongue danced over your pussy, licking and sucking, with each contact bringing a moan to your lips. I sucked on your clit and then moved two fingers inside you. Your moans became louder as you no longer tried to fight my touch. My pace increased and you began to grind your hips against me, fucking my face and fingers. Your breathing began to change and your hands grabbed my head pushing it further towards your pussy. I knew your second orgasm was approaching so I slipped a moist finger into your arse and began to move it gently back and forth. The added sensation sent you over the edge and you screamed out my name as this time you squirted your juices up into my face and across the bed. This time I did join you on the bed taking your face in my hands and kissing you gently as you lay trembling and recovering from your ecstasy. You always loved the taste of your own juices and quickly the kisses became more passionate before, with a cheeky grin on your face, you rolled on top of me and began to slide your tongue down my body. "Now your turn," you whispered. You were now in control and were adamant that you would take your time and slowly you licked and sucked my nipples before continuing the journey south. Your tongue drew shapes on my stomach before flicking down to my freshly shaved balls. "Mmmm, I see you have followed my instructions," you cooed as you sucked first one and then the other. I inhaled sharply as I willed you to end the suspense and take me in your mouth. But you were determined to take your time and began to lick all the way up my shaft before gently kissing and teasing the head of my straining cock. Then after a pause and without warning you enveloped me, taking my cock deep inside your silken mouth. I gasped and moved my hands onto your head, playing with your golden hair as you increased your pace. I looked down and your sultry eyes were staring straight at me as you sucked my cock in the way that only you know how. Your skill and the anticipation were soon too much for me and when you nestled your breasts either side of my cock as you continued to let me fuck your face, I came with an orgasm that had me writhing across the bed. This time it was your turn to cuddle up to me and mine to taste myself on your tongue. We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying each the warmth and security of each other's nakedness before you slipped out of my grasp to the bathroom. I don't know whether I had fallen asleep but the next thing I remember was your clear voice piercing the silence. "Put on the blind fold lying next to you and get down on your knees at the end of the bed," came the order. I obeyed and then heard firm footsteps coming in from the bathroom. "Put your hands behind your back." Again I obeyed and soon felt a cord being wrapped around my hands. "Good. Now face the front." You then paused and the silence added to the feeling of being completely exposed. My mind tried to predict what would happen next while my cock had already decided that it would be worth being hard for. We had tied each other up before but this time there seemed to be an added authority in your voice, an added sexual purpose and it made me even more arosed. I sensed you moving in front of me and then felt something pressing against my mouth. Instinctively I opened it. A plastic cock slipped effortless into my mouth. Surprised I momentarily stopped unsure of what to do next. "Suck it baby. Take it all in your mouth," came the answer to my question. I complied just like I had done various times before. We both had a fantasy where we would share a cock and often when I was on top slowly fucking you would bring out a 6 inch cock and we would pretend that we were sucking the same cock. The fantasy of having another guy in our bed always made both of us cum more powerfully. But this cock was different, smaller perhaps, yet the thrusts were more powerful. I took it in my mouth, sucking and licking it in the way that I would want someone to fellate me. "Yeah, that's it. Suck it, suck it deep in to your mouth. You like that? You like sucking my cock don't you baby?" you murmured. I moaned my agreement and then without warning you tore off my blindfold causing me to gasp at what I saw before me. You were dressed in your favourite black lingerie. Black high heels lead up to lace stockings and a see-through black bra which your perfect white breasts strained against. Your pale tits made a striking contract to the rest of your toned and recently tanned body. But as if this spectacle was not enough, the thing that caused me to gasp was the cock that protruded from between your legs. "Do you like my cock?" you demanded. I grunted my approval before feeling your strap-on thrust back into my mouth. It was probably the most erotic moment of my life. My lover had me completely at her mercy and with every stroke that you fucked my mouth you would shudder in ecstasy. "That's it you cock sucker. Suck my cock good. Mmmm, yeah. That feels so good. Does it fell good for you baby?" And it did. I had always fantasised about sucking a cock but now here I was with my beautiful girlfriend fulfilling a fantasy that I never really knew I had. I loved the feeling of her being in control and from her moans I think you appreciated it just as much. Your pace increased and you moved your hands to either side of my head and then began to fuck my face like I had done so many times to your before. But just when I thought you was about to cum once more you stopped and moved the cock out of my mouth. "Good," you said authoritively. "Now get on the bed on your hands and knees." Without out protest I moved to the bed and in doing so saw you prancing across the room your cock swinging as you went. The click of a tube and a cold feeling snapped me back to reality. My senses were on overload as you prepared me to lose my anal virginity. You smeared lube all over my arse and then I felt a finger slowly ease inside me. I exhaled and then felt you move behind me. Then for a moment there was nothing before I felt the cock ease against my arsehole. I inhaled and then without warning you lunged your hips forward and you were inside me. I gasped but was not allowed to recover before you started to slowly fuck me in the arse. Initially tt burnt but as your pace increased and I began to relax the feelings changed to pure pleasure. I loved the feeling of having a cock inside me. It felt good but I wanted to see you while you fucked me. I asked and you turned me over so I lay on my back with my cock pointing hard to the ceiling and my arse ready to be entered again. If being fucked from behind was erotic, seeing my beautiful girlfriend, dressed in heels, the finest lingerie and with a six inch strap-on between your legs, was purely orgasmic and my straining cock twitched in anticipation. Again you began slowly but soon your pace was brisker and just as you got into a steady rhythm you bent down towards and kissed me with a lustful passion that was reserved for our most erotic liaisons. Your kisses and right hand also settling on my cock made me feel my orgasm begin to stir inside me and maybe noticing this you began to increase your pace. "I want to cum with you," you told me as your breathing began to quicken. "Go on fuck me baby. Fuck me with your cock," I pleaded as I began to wank my cock with an added exuberance. "Oh my god, oh my god," you began to exclaim. "I love fucking you so much. Take it you little slut." And that was all it took for me as I began to ejaculate. Streams of cum spurting across my body as you continued to pound me and just before I thought you would pull out of me your pace increased and with an earth shattering scream you came, violently and loudly. You collapsed next to me your body slick with sweat and your strap-on still emerging for between your legs. "I think I may have just taken your anal virginity," you giggled before cuddling up to me and kissing me gently on my mouth. "Now get sleep," you added. "I want you to have lots of energy for round two later." To be continued Losing It Cindy and I had known each other most of our lives. I was a couple of years older but my sister and she were the same age and lifelong friends. I watched her grow from a bratty little kid into a cute pre-teen and then to a shy pretty teenager. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she was spending the night with my sis while our parents were out of town. I came home around midnight to find them both drunk and having a ball. I certainly didn't care that they were drinking but I stayed close to make sure they didn't get into trouble. When my sister got sick, Cindy true friend that she was held her hair while she heaved over and over. I then helped her to her bedroom and left as Cindy somehow got her to bed. I was surprised when Cindy then came back down to join me. I could tell she was very drunk as I watched her weave down the hall to the front room. She sat next to me and was rambling on about what she and my sister were talking about but I couldn't make it out. I turned down the TV so I could hear what she was saying and then she stopped mid sentence, "So Brad what do you think, would you do it for me?" I still didn't know what she was talking about and told her so. "Brad, I said I hate it that I'm eighteen and I'm still a virgin so I was wondering if you could fix that for me?" I leaned over, kissed her cheek, and then still close to her I said, "Believe me, I would love to help you with that but not tonight, not when you're drunk. Tomorrow you might hate me and I just wouldn't want that. Cindy you come back and talk to me when you're sober and if you still want me to do it I'd love to." "Ah you're so sweet, that's why I want you to do it to me Brad." She put her head on my shoulder and promptly fell asleep. I went and got a pillow and blanket for her, then covered her up before I went to bed myself. I lay there cussing myself for turning down the chance to be with her. I knew I'd blown my one chance but I just couldn't take advantage of her, damn what a nerd I was. The next morning when I got up Cindy was still asleep on the couch and I was sure my sis was asleep either in bed or curled up around the toilet. I grabbed a quick breakfast and split for the day. I knew they both be hung over and I didn't want to be around them to hear their suffering. The next Monday I was at the supermarket where I work as a box boy slash delivery boy when I saw Cindy walk in to the store. I told her she looked in much better shape than the last time I'd seen her and she replied she felt a lot better as well. I said it was time for my break and asked if she wanted a soda. We went to the tables outside the store and sat as we drank our drinks. "Look Brad I'm sorry we were such pills the other night." I told her it was all right and I had done the same thing more than once. "Remember what we talked about the other night?" "Are you kidding that's all I've thought about." "Aw, you're so sweet for saying that, I was serious Brad I really want you to do this for me." "Cindy there is no need for you to rush in to this, and there is nothing wrong with being a virgin. Why don't you think about it for a while..." "No, Brad I'm not waiting any longer. I was saving myself for Jimmy and he went and did it with that slut Susan, so I'm not saving myself any longer. And believe me Jimmy will never get it from me." "OK, OK calm down, I'd be more than happy to do it for you, in fact it would be an honor. I don't want to rush in to it, we need to plan ahead and make it nice for you." We made a date for Saturday and I reminded her again that if she wanted to change her mind I would understand. Saturday we met at my work, as we didn't want our families to know we were planning to be together. I had a friend who said I could use his place while he was away working out of the city. Cindy walked up to my car and she didn't seem the least bit nervous as she hopped in. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek with a smile she said she was ready. Once at my friend's house I stopped her at the door, I held her at arm's length and as I started to speak, she stopped me, "Brad I'm telling you I'm ready for this, don't worry I'll be fine." "Cindy that's not what I was going to say, well it's just you should know, I'm still a virgin too." "Oh Brad that is so cool, we can do each other." I kissed her as I put my arms around her waist while hers were around my neck. We went into the bedroom and I thought the reality would now finally hit home but no she just ran over to the bed and flopped on it. She pulled off her shirt to expose her push up bra and then reached around herself to unsnap it. She took my hand and put it on her small boob and when I ran my finger over her nipple, it became erect at once. I then sat down so I could kiss her breasts. She ran her fingers through my hair as she told me it felt so good. The she pushed me away, "Brad take off your pants, I want to see your thingy." I stood up and started taking my clothes off, "Cindy it's not called a thingy it's called a dick or a cock." "Oh I know just hurry I want to see it. Ooh it's already hard, can I touch it?" She held my cock up close to get a good look and I told her to be careful or I would cum. That was something she wanted to see and she began to play with me until I spurted in her hand. She was so surprised and then disappointed when I began to grow soft. I told her not to worry I would get hard again. She finished undressing and we lay beside each other as I kissed her breasts she became excited and so did I. I told her I had to put a condom on and of course, she wanted to watch. We were now both ready for our first time and as I entered her, what was to be just an occurrence of adult hood became a full-fledged sexual act of love. She had not thought of the pleasure of the act but only of the experience and soon she was panting and saying my name in a moan. As for me, I was already over the top and when I told her I was coming, she urged me on until I was finished. As far as I know, Cindy never came that day and I was far too inexperienced to help her with it. She considered it a rite of passage and I thought it an act of love, yet we were both wrong. It was just sex between two people such as happens every day in every corner of the land. It didn't change either of our lives but it didn't harm us either and I know we were both glad we gave our virginity to each other. We never had sex again as her boy friend begged her to come back to him and I think now that she and I had been together she got even with him and therefore could accept him back. Whatever the reason we never did again and I was sorry for that. Losing it a Second Time I'd had a tough childhood and a torrid time during my teens. I had spent most of my time in depression. I had however had many girlfriends until I was 18. After that point my depression got worse and so meeting new people got more difficult as I didn't leave the house. So when Jenny came along I had been short of practice. Jenny was smart, extremely sexy, sweet and very funny girl. We met through a friend and she was always very keen to talk to me. I had no problems talking to girls, I only had problems being motivated to leave my house. One day she took my phone number from our mutual friend and called me. She made up some excuse about wanting to ask me who to pick for her work's fantasy football league. One thing to another we ended up talking for four hours. The next day we met, we kissed and that as the beginning of our relationship. I had not had sex since I was 18. I was now 25 and although she knew this, I asked her to be patient with me and that she should be aware that it may be a while before we do it. She being the amazing girl she was understood and had no problems with it. During the first couple of months we'd meet at least three to four times a week. Whenever we'd make out she couldn't resist not grinding me when she was on top. I was always hard and she knew it very well. In a way it was a tease for her. She was very gentle and was very passionate as a person, I was too so we matched up well. Four months had passed and it was Jenny's birthday. I had decided to take her out all night in a limo to go wherever she wanted. When we got back she told me that I should know that what I did was far too cute and that I was in for it when we got upstairs. That really turned me on, more so because I was thinking the same. I had already covered the entire bed with rose petals and placed candles everywhere. I told her that I would have to blindfold her as it was a surprise waiting for her. I picked her up blindfolded and took her inside. I lay her down and before the could try and take off the blindfold I took each wrist one by one and tied them to the headboard. She was a little shocked at this point and looked uneasy but said nothing. In seeing this I put one hand on her head and with the other I stroked her cheek. I kissed her check lightly and then her lips very softly and told her for the first time I loved her. I heard her let out a moan, and her heart started beating faster. I put Enigma music on very loud and so she couldn't hear what I was doing. I lit each and every candle. When I finished I went close to her and gave her a soft but long kiss. I took off her blindfold to let her see the room. Her mouth opened wide and was speechless. She looked at me and when she realised she couldn't move her hands to grab me, I saw her shed a tear. I licked it off and whispered in her ear that I wanted to make love to her and that I wanted to that night. She let out another moan and tried to move her hands again. I smiled and kissed her forehead and told her to just enjoy me enjoying her. I said this and put her blindfold back on. I started taking off her clothes, I did this painfully slowly and pretended to struggle at times to prolong it. Whilst doing this I made sure to kiss extremely softly all the naked flesh I uncovered. I had never seen her body and I felt like I was going to cum just seeing her. I left her there like that with the music still on she didn't know I had left. After a while I came back with some other tools for the night. At this point she was struggling crazily with her hands, not knowing where I was she just panicked. I ran the back of my finger up from her bikini line up to her neck going right through the middle of her breasts making sure to miss them. Her body jumped. I started running the back of my finger randomly in lines in different parts of her body trying to be as unpredictable as possible. I did this around her thighs, her arms, her sides, her neck and cheek. I made sure still not to touch her breast or pussy. 'Please' I heard I cry. Knowing what she meant, I asked her if she was ok and why she said please. She told me she wanted me to touch her everywhere. That's what I wanted, its such a turn on compared to a girl who thinks all you want to do is touch her and tries to not allow you to. I decided to start with kissing her passionately and touching her stomach and sides. I moved my kissed down to her neck and started touching her thighs. I would go really close to her clit but then move away at the last moment. She would let out moan every time. I moved from her neck to her chest area and petted her chest very softly. When I was satisfied with its redness I started kissing her sloppily but softly on her breasts whilst I still ran a finger up and down her thighs. I kissed them both avoiding her nipples which were very hard. I left them and kissed down her body to her now very very wet pussy. I licked in a line around her thighs and she was trying to break the headboard. I started on my baby's sex. I teased her clit and went on to lic her out. At the same time I reached up with my hands and teased her breasts again before starting to play with her nipples. I licked her clean. I then took of her blindfold and kissed her. She kissed me back in a way she never had. I knew I was in her good books. I looked her and asked her if shed do something for me, she said she'd do anything, I move up her body and put my cock out before her mouth and told her I really wanted to see her suck it. She didn't even wait a second, she reached out straight away and sucked hard on it. She was brilliant and I hadn't felt a mouth there for years, within 4 mins I came really hard in her mouth and she spat it out slowly. She told me she'd never let anyone cum in her mouth before but didn't think twice with me. I lay with my head on her shoulder for a while before I untied her arms. When I did that she sprung on top of me and held my arms down, I thought she was going to tie me up...