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Where do I begin?
I've been aware that my body has the power to make men think twice about their sexuality since I was sixteen. I can walk up the street headed to work and get at least three offers from men to drive me out of their way to get me there. Looking back, I remember a man of about 70 driving around the block several times leering at me as I waited for a bus. My body unwittingly gave straight men the come-hither look.
When I realized all of this, I began to think about capitalizing on this commodity that was sweet ass. I would have to take good care of my overall physique -- hit the gym a few times a week and pay close attention to my grooming. It is one thing to be a whore, but quite another to be a cheap hoe. I began going to places I thought men might want to have discreet, anonymous sex: adult bookstores and theaters. Isn't it funny that the south of town in any given city is the best place to go to get one-night love? This city is no exception. I wasn't quite old enough to get into nightclubs and bars, but no one could stop from hanging out a block or two away from them.
I remember a client who would later become a regular I had early in my career named Tony. I was standing on my corner one block away from a club when I caught his attention. Tony was a little easy on the eyes -- attractive, but not particularly handsome. He stood about 6 feet tall, about 20 pounds overweight and needed a haircut. He wasn't a slob but he was slouchy. He ambled his way over to me and asked me how I was doing.
"You waiting on somebody"?
"I could be waiting on you. Can I go where you going?"
"Aiight."
On the way to his place I wasn't surprised to hear that he had never done anything like this before. No shock that he had a girlfriend and two children. His girl was out-of-town and his kids were at their grandmother's or some such place. Because he was slouchy I was expecting a pit for a place; it was a little cluttered, but otherwise neat. He turned on the lights and made his way to the kitchen where he got two beers from the refrigerator. He returned to the living room, settled onto the sofa laying back and spreading his legs far apart. He opened both beers, handed me one and began taking long swigs. He peered next to me with forbidden lust in his eyes. We just sat there in complete silence as he watched me get a good buzz going. After casually drinking a second beer, we stood up and he led me to his bedroom.
In my line of work, one doesn't expect romance unless it is asked for specifically. That is why he caught me off-guard when he turned around and began French-kissing me and grabbing two handfuls of my ample butt. Though it was unexpected, I got into it. After a while he sat down and told me to take off my clothes slowly. There wasn't much to take off; it was the dog days of summer and all I wearing was a button-up vest and tight, knee-length denim shorts. He stared at me lasciviously rubbing has dick and undressing himself. He then told me lay next to him on the bed. I lay next to him, he turned me away from him so that my elbow was supporting my head. From behind he took my fingers into his mouth and sucked each one. He tongued my neck, turned me on my back and worked his way down my smooth body. So far during this evening, I didn't know what to expect. So when he began sucking my dick, I just went with it. He positioned himself so that his junk was in my face allowing me easy access.
This man had the most amazing lips and tongue of any man I have ever been with. Because of my caramel cakes that is my ass, I don't get requests to receive blowjobs. He used just enough suction to make me want to scream: up and down, up and down, getting my dick nice and wet. He then worked his tongue down to my balls where he licked and sucked nonstop. He then moved to the end of the bed and pulled me to the end of it so that my asshole was wide open. He got down on his knees and buried his face in my sweet cheeks. As with my dick, his tongue lightly but firmly rimmed my ass and sphincter getting it sloppy wet. He then eased a finger gently up my rectum --then two, then three. In and out, in and out he slid them. Personally, I don't like naked fingers in my butthole unless he's wearing a latex glove. I was so well-lubed though, that I almost screamed in total abandon.
Then he fucked me. Good. Long. Hard. I. Took. All. Ten. Inches. Of. Him. Yes, he had a donkey dick. He told me to lie on my stomach. He used his knees to spread my legs further apart. A soft dickhead on your butthole is nirvana. He then began to push it in gently but firmly and stopped for me to get my bearings. It hurt like hell, but I couldn't want his dick more. He slowly pushed his member in and I moaned from the pure pleasure and pain of it all. When he got it all the way in, I could feel his nut sack resting on my cheeks. He stopped again to let get used to it. I looked up at him and smiled signaling that he could then turn me the fuck out.
And turn me out he did. He started off slowly until I loosened up. Then he picked up the pace like he was trying to break my back!
"Damn, baby, shit, you feel good! You like it baby? Huh?"
"Aaahhh, give it to me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me!"
"Whose is it, huh, whose is it???"
"Yours, baby (until you bust a nut, and then it goes to the next highest bidder)"!!!
He pounded me from behind, in the buck, missionary, one leg in the air, both legs in the air, spooning. I rode him from the front and the back. The muthafucka turned me clean out.
He fucked me for a good 20 minutes. I was struggling to keep his pace. Through all that, I felt him get even harder inside me.
"Ah, fuck! Ah, fuck" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
He picked up the pace even further and slammed into me three or four good times. I even felt his seed flying into my intestines.
Goddamn, I ain't never been fucked so thoroughly and to full-satisfaction. I don't even smoke and I needed a few cigarettes to come down.
We collapsed into each other to catch our breath. I began to wonder what was going to happen next. Men are fickle creatures, me included. Would tell me to leave and fend for myself? Would he ask me to stay the night? From man to man, afterglow can be dicey.
After a while, Tony got up to fetch a couple of towels to clean up. After I got dressed, he paid me, thanked me and kissed me. While waiting for a cab, we said little to each other.
And into the night I returned.