A Grand Birthday

The knock came as I took my first sip from my third glass. Sighing, I stood and walked to the door; the sight through the peephole evoked a different sigh.?Massage,? she said when I opened the door.?I didn?t order a massage,? I said.?A special gift from the hotel, sir, for the birthday boy.??That?s?a surprise.??All part of our new charm offensive.?Staring into her brown eyes, I replied, ?Which I?d wager you spearhead.?Smiling in pleased surprise, she pushed the door open and rolled her massage table into the room before I could decide yea or nay, and gulping, I closed the door. ?It?s a shame you have to spend your birthday in your hotel room, sir,? she said.?Call me Henry.?She smiled. ?Call me Linda.??And what do they call you at home???You couldn?t pronounce it.??Try me.?She said something fearsome and laughed at my short stammer and long silence. ?But usually they call me Linda too.? I laughed as well as she looked closely at my bottle, then at me.?Would you like a glass of scotch???More than you can imagine.?I poured her a glass and we clinked them together, and she swallowed half in one gulp.?Now now, that?s just wasting it,? I grinned.She smiled, ?True. I promise I?ll savor the rest. Now, I?ll go in the bathroom while you undress and get on the table.??That?s not necessary,? I smiled.Her eyes goggled and she replied, ?Oh, it certainly is. Policy as well as prudence.?She returned when I said I was in position, and she began massaging my shoulders. As she began working my muscles, she asked, ?So why are you in a hotel room on your birthday???Work requirement. I was the only one who could come.??Poor boy, all alone. Not even a girlfriend.??True, all alone.??At home too???Oh no, I have a wife.??Ooooh. And you left her all alone at home. On your birthday. A loving wife would have met you.??True.?We chuckled and she said, ?And so you?re here???Yes.?We talked as she massaged my back, then when I turned over, she glanced sharply down at the pole in my towel and blinked, then shrugged and began massaging my shoulders. A little too casually, she said, ?So, you like Asian women.? I nodded and she chuckled. ?Sorry I?m not the willowy waif.??You look perfect. Just like my wife.?She glanced at me with rounded lips and said, ?So no wonder you like me.?I chuckled, ?Damn straight.?She continued the massage, ending at my feet half an hour after she had started. She looked at me closely and then leaned in. ?That was courtesy of the hotel. I offer more thorough massages for a decent price. I could make this a very special birthday for you.?Feeling sick and naughty and horny as hell, I nodded. ?Anything.?She chuckled. ?Okay, you owe me fifty dollars.? She lifted her top over her head and let her breasts swing free, then stripped off the bottom and stepped out of her panties. Her body was solid and brown, the triangle thick and woolen, and just like when I saw my wife at home, I started throbbing with desire. She chuckled at the throbbing of the tent and said, ?I don?t know whether to give you a discount for liking brown girls so much, or charge all the market will bear.?She slipped the towel aside and smiled, ?All this for dear little me?? As she reached down and pulled out her lotion, she glanced at me from the side of her eye and smiled, ?Don?t be shy. You were just going to jerk it tonight anyway, right?? I nodded. She chuckled, ?So it doesn?t really matter whose hand does it, right??At that moment it didn?t, so I just nodded.?How many times did you plan to come tonight? Missing your dear old wife and all???Probably five.?She grinned, ?Challenge accepted. Two hundred per, the fifty will count toward number one.?After a second, I nodded. ?You drive a hard bargain.??You think with your cock. Sometimes that?s rewarded.? She poured oil on my cock and ran her fingertips along it. ?Rewarded abundantly and joyously.? She watched with a slight smile as she lightly fingered my cock, slicking it up and inspecting it critically before saying, ?I?m the best whore you?ll ever meet, you know. A consummate professional, with a consummately professional sense of discretion. This will be all ours and only ours, and you will never forget it. And if I may say so, your cock deserves nothing less. That is a fine implement of love and war.?As she stroked harder, she said, ?Of course, for that sum, I will love you loooong time.? We chuckled and she grasped me in her hand. ?So let me lead. Let me give you the birthday to remember.?I nodded and watched closely as she played light and loose-fingered with my shaft. ?I do love playing with cocks, you know. Ever since I was in high school.? She stroked my shaft with her fingertips as I stared raptly at her. ?My senior year was the first time I ever played with one. Plump brown girls don?t get much attention, you know. Not worthwhile attention. But there was one boy, my friend for three years, and I had gotten such a crush on him. I was studying at his house one afternoon, in his room, and he was lying back on his bed like you are. I looked up and saw his pants bulging against gravity. Just standing straight up. Like a khaki Halloween ghost.?We laughed and she rubbed the oil a little harder into my skin, and then poured some more into her palm. She wrapped that hand around my shaft as she circled the tip of my cock with the index finger of her other hand. ?I knew in the abstract what hard cocks were all about, you know, but in my family that?s all I ever had the chance to learn. Since I had perfect grades, by that time I was allowed a little freedom for studying. Of course, my mother thought I was with my BFF Cindy. Me, I just liked the freedom out from under her beck and call, even just a little. And suddenly I saw that, just there, this hard fact. Rock-solid hard fact, and I was intrigued, and that?s a fact.??Rock-solid.?She laughed. ?Except for its twitching, of course. That was new. And completely unexpected. And the poor guy güvenilir bahis was oblivious of the effect he was having on me. He was staring at his textbook. Biology, of course. Looking at a line drawing of?well, you can guess.?By this time she had me firmly in hand; I wanted nothing more than to enact that line drawing with her and to hell with the world. She continued, ?So, he was probably wishing he could do to himself what I?m doing to you, and I was certainly wishing to learn what to do with his, just like what I?m going to do with yours. You have to understand, I was such a good girl. I?d never even come once. Whenever I got wet, I?d just wait for it to pass.? We laughed and she smiled as my right hand grasped her left hip; she nodded, ?Yes, that?s good for now. We don?t want you too excited.?I caressed along her left side from her hip to her armpit and down to her knee, lightly, leisurely, restraining myself as I listened. She continued, ?He looked up suddenly and said, ?I gotta go pee.? I said, ?You peed ten minutes ago.? He sort of stared at the corner and sighed. I was curious and felt really funny in my belly. Probably a bit like you do now.? I chuckled as she reached down with her left hand to stop my hand from reaching her breast. She shook her head curtly and stopped stroking me.?Don?t want you to explode too soon now. ?So, anyway, I said, ?Whatcha readin??? He blinked and said, ?Reproduction.? I got up and sat next to him on the bed and peeked at his book, and sure enough, there was the little line drawing of his tentpole standing up nice and firm, with the limp form shown by a dashed line, and all the tubes marked out and everything. ?So complicated,? I said. ?To think that?s inside us. Well, you,? and I blushed at the thought of it inside me too. I then peeked on the other page where my parts were shown, and which he had been staring at.?She glanced down and held my snake firmly in her grasp, squeezing without stroking, and smiled as my hand stroked her side, feeling her ribs under my fingers. ?He was embarrassed and I was shy, so we sat there silently for a minute. He was throbbing like wild, I could see out of the corner of my eye, and I felt like I was drowning in my panties.?So, after what seemed like forever, probably two minutes, I asked, ?Does it really do that? Like in the drawing?? He was still nervous but said, ?Yeah, oh yeah.? Of course, I could see that it did.? We chuckled, and she continued as she looked down at my cock, ?So I got up some more courage and said, ?The outline doesn?t show much.? He just laughed and nodded. ?What does it feel like when it does that????Like I?m about to explode. Like it?s the only thing in the world. The only part of my body. Like if I don?t do anything I?m going to die.? ?So what do you do then?? I asked, and he chuckled, ?You read that part of the book.? ?Yeah, but you don?t have a wife, so what do you do then???He laughed really hard for a second and said, ?I pretend.? I knew a little about that but no details, so I was genuinely curious, ?How?? ?I use my hand.? I nodded, ?Yeah, but, I mean, how?? He was genuinely curious too: ?What do you mean ?How?? You don?t know?? I just shook my head and he laughed and said, ?Do you want to see? For class?? I blinked and nodded like a bobble-head, and he said, ?Okay, but you have to show me too.? I almost said, ?Show you what?!?? but figured I didn?t want to seem too ignorant.?She looked down and pulled the towel back on top of my staff and said, ?So, he said, ?Well, okay, so, I pull my pants down.? I nodded and he watched me as I watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and slip them down to his ankles, and I stared at the massive bulge under his boxers. And then he pulled them down and this enormous throbbing black snake stood up, so much realer?so much more physical than any stupid line drawing. He was about nine inches, but it seemed like two feet long, and I just stared. And stared. And he said, ?So, I do this.? He rubbed his fingers along the shaft and said, ?I start like this, while I think about some girl, and then I hold it like this.??She had pulled the towel down and chuckled as I sprang up fully erect. She had run her fingertips along the shaft in time with the story, and now she grasped it firmly. ?I watched as he grabbed himself like this and started pounding, just whacking away. ?I really need it so my balls don?t explode in my pants.? I gasped and said, ?Do they do that?? He chuckled, ?Well, no, but they get really sick and throw up until they feel better.? I stared and said, ?They throw up?? He said, ?Yeah, oh God, like this,? and he thrust up and this massive stream of white goo shot out of the tip, spraying all over his shirt and his black belly and then dribbling all over his hand as he emptied his balls for me. Streak after streak, and he moaned the whole time, pounding away like a madman.?She had stopped stroking and let me calm down before continuing. ?So he said, ?That?s cum. That?s semen, my seed.? I asked, ?Do you always get that much?? ?Oh, God no,? he said. ?And usually I go soft after that.? However, he was still hard and I asked, ?So is something wrong?? ?Oh no, it?s all right. It?s just I have an audience.? I blushed, and then I blushed more when he added, ?An audience who has to show me hers.??So, I looked again at the dribbling streaks all over his shirt and belly, and he stripped off his shirt and wiped up, and sat up with this expectant look like a hungry lion. And I was too scared to move, but after what he had showed me, I knew I had to show him. So I stood up and pulled off my shorts and sat at the foot of the bed.?Here she let loose my cock and settled at the foot of the massage table, where she spread her thighs to let me see the swollen wet lips within the thicket of black. She continued, ?He just stared at me, like I was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen, a work of art, güvenilir bahis siteleri an idol of sexiness, for the first time in my life, and he said, ?Why don?t you take off your top too???Sure, why not, I thought, and so I did and undid my bra and he just stared at my tits. I stared down at his cock, which was throbbing again, and drops were dripping out of the tip. I knew he was going to show me his seed again, and I wanted that more than anything in the world, even though I would have to do something so dirty, so so dirty. So I pulled off my panties and spread my thighs and watched him as he stared at the most private part of me, just like I had seen his most private secrets. And though I didn?t really know what I was doing, I knew he?d watch anything I did. And soon I knew exactly what to do. I had never felt anything so good and so dirty all at once, rubbing my little toy as he stared and stared. I got wetter and wetter and my lips got thick and wet, and soon I rubbed my little nub with one finger as I ran two fingers inside my lips.?I think I lasted two minutes, and I suddenly fell into a warm sea, washing all over me, and all I could hear was my fingers squishing in my juices. And my body just thrust everywhere, like a gymnast or something, and after a minute I just collapsed. And when I opened my eyes I saw him still staring at me, all of me, and he wasn?t disgusted in the least about what I had done. Just staring with this look of?admiration?and awe?just amazed.?I said, ?Aren?t you going to do it again?? He said, ?I thought you should. You inspired this.? I asked, ?It?ll be all right? You won?t mind?? because it was his secret, you know.? We laughed for several seconds and she continued, ?So he said, ?No, I won?t mind,? and I sat next to him and he rolled over a little so it was pointing at me?? and here she rose and stood next to me and reached down, ??and I touched it and ran my fingers all over it as it twitched for me, and soon he reached down and felt my lower lips.?Here she took my hand and placed it on her pubis, letting me run my fingers within her lips and slowly enter her sodden tunnel. She moaned, ?Yes, like that. God yes.? She grasped my cock and continued as she stroked me vigorously, ?So I finally felt his black python. It was velvety soft and hard as steel at the same time and so fun to play with. He was breathing like crazy as he rubbed me softly to see how I reacted, and soon we had the same rhythm. He lay back as I crouched on his hand, and soon his fingers were deep inside me, all the way in, and I boiled over just as he lost control and fucked my fist, and I stared at all the juice shooting out of him as I pleasured my first man.?I bucked up under her fist and her story as she rode my fingers to a mutual climax that tore screams from both of us, my spurts matching her squeals. Temporarily emptied, I stared up at her, so like my wife in appearance yet so different in her manner, as she caught her breath and then ran her fingers through my cum. ?After we came, I played with his cum like this, feeling it, amazed at what I had made his snake spit out. It had brought him so much pleasure, and at the same time it could give me a baby if it went anywhere near where he kept his fingers. He was still rubbing inside me, you know, keeping me hot and wet, and with his other hand he reached up and pulled me down and gave me my first kiss.? She laughed, ?That?s right, the first time I ever touched a boy was his cock, and my first kiss was after my first orgasm and the first orgasm I ever gave. And as we kissed, he got hard again, and he sucked on my breasts as he kept rubbing me.?She looked down and smiled, ?You?re as hard as he got again. I played with him again and he moaned, and I asked, ?Is this good?? He nodded and thrust up against my hand, so I asked, ?What does it feel like?? He said, ?Like heaven. Well, not heaven, because that?s what you feel like,? and I giggled as his fingers wiggled and said, ?You can?t go to heaven. If I got a baby I?d get sent to hell.??We laughed and she continued, stroking me lightly, ?I brought him off once more and came twice more myself, and then we just lay there kissing and smiling until it was nearly time for his mother to get home. Before I left I said, ?We can?t tell anyone. My family would kill me.? He nodded and I asked if he?d done that before. He ducked the question so I figured he had, but it didn?t matter like I thought it would. I then asked how often he did it by himself, and he said twice or three times a day, and I said, ?I?ll do it now. All mine.? He laughed and said, ?There?s other things you can do, you know.? ?No, I don?t know,? I said, so he looked in his closet for a minute and pulled out two magazines and a book and put them in my backpack and said, ?Homework.??We laughed as she stared down at me, and she then looked down at the head of my cock peeking out purple above her fist. ?It still seems a little odd to see a white cock in my hand instead of his black velvet, but it feels just as good. Is this as good as you get at home???Even better.??And it really turns you on, doesn?t it? Secret sex away from home with your little golden-brown whore??I nodded, ?Yes.??Dirty and guilty and wrong, right?? I nodded again, and she smiled, ?Just like I felt playing with the black python. And reading about all the things we could do and getting wet and rubbing the fire out three or five times a night. And staring at my little pussy in the mirror as I rubbed her raw. After a week I knew every wrinkle and tint, and by that time I also knew every millimeter of his cock. Every way it twitched as I played with it, and every way to use my hand to make it spray for me.?She looked me in the eye and said, ?But you want more than another whack for your money. Just like he wanted more than a whack after the first week. By then I?d memorized his book and the letters in his magazines, iddaa siteleri and so when we got to his house that afternoon, on our one-week anniversary, I let him take off my top and suck on my breasts while I unbuttoned and unzipped him and stripped him naked below the waist, and then after I played with him a few minutes I tried out my first lesson. He was irritated for a second when I pulled away, but I knelt between his legs and took out some cooking oil?cooking oil!?and lubed him up. He just stared at me with pure desire as I wrapped these babies around his beautiful snake.?She sat up and pulled a bottle from a pouch on the side of the massage table and stood at the end of it, rising up to where her breasts were at the right height to envelop me. ?Men do love my tits. It?s always fascinating to watch a man go to pieces between them. Some of them go even crazier than when they?re in my cunt.? She lubed me up and squeezed her breasts tight around them to get a feel, poured some more lube in her cleavage, and wrapped them around me again.She looked down as she began rocking forwards and back and smiled, ?That first time I was amazed at how white my pillows looked around his throbbing black velvet pole. Now I?m amazed at how brown they look around this beautiful pink pillar. And he stared at them as hard as you are. He was just as much a tit man as you are, and just like you, he loved my golden brown tits. Don?t you???God yes.??You love having golden brown skin against you, don?t you???Yes.??Why is that, I wonder? Just because I?m a whore who?ll love you long time?? I frowned at hearing that yet again and she smiled, ?Why the look? We?ve long since established that?s exactly what I am tonight. You?re going to pay for the services of the best whore in town, and I?m going to be worth every goddamn penny you pay for the privilege. And you?re going crazy right now knowing you?re getting it better with this golden brown whore than you ever had with your golden brown Madonna, right??I nodded speechless as the sick lust boiled inside me, and she smiled, ?It turns you on so much. It turns me on just as much. To think a man will pay so much for what in many cases he could get for free! Just because I?m an actress, really. Acting, not faking, don?t get me wrong. I love what I?m doing, but I know how to show it, how to drive a man wild by showing what I?m feeling, and as he goes wild, it drives me wild. And men pay me hundreds of dollars to have orgasm after orgasm with them. And the orgasms I give them are worth every goddamn penny. That?s right, stare at my tits. They?re beautiful, and they want your cream so much. Coat them.?She had teased me to the perfect pitch and smiled as I thrust up between her breasts in wild abandon, staring at their perfect golden brown roundness as the first spurt shot up to her neck. ?Yes, that?s even further than his python spat!? The second and third landed in her hair on opposite sides, the second roping almost up to her scalp, and she laughed, ?No man?s ever shot that far on me before! My hero!? The fourth surged thick and white almost to her chin, and the next five left a thick glaze on her breasts. The last two spat weakly to the top of her cleavage, and she pulled away to work the last drops out onto my belly.?Wasn?t that the best you?ve ever done it?? I nodded in awe as she smiled and played with the fruit of her handiwork. ?Better than at home?? I stared into her eyes and finally nodded, and she grinned. ?Of course it was. So much cum! So many babies just lost their chance to be born. All your billions of tiny tiny sperm, all gave their lives so that you could have the greatest pleasure of your life. And it was so worth it, wasn?t it? A mere $200!??Yes, it was worth it.?She shook so that her cum-coated breasts swung back and forth before me and smiled, ?I think you even liked it more than he did that first time. He must have drenched them in five gallons of cum by the end of that year, even after I practiced my other lessons. He was such a tit man, just like you. Just like you, staring at his cum all over them as I rubbed it in and played with it for him, amazed at how easy it is to make a man drain all his cum with this, my plain plump brown body, and then get hard again watching me play with his seed.?She glanced down, ?Like that. Already hard again and about to start throbbing. But I was drenched by that time myself. I was drunk with the power my body held over him. All my life I was told it was dirty. Unseemly, anyway. All my life I learned that it was cute blonde girls who get all the interest and all the boys. And all the money. And here this gorgeous boy was in heaven between my breasts or in my hand, and even after he came three times, he?d still get hard just staring at my plump brown body. Golden brown. And that first time he stared at me like a dream.?She started stroking me again and continued, ?So I sat back and spread my thighs as he stared at my dripping tits and my cum-coated throat, and I rubbed my cunt raw for him. I held nothing back, and when I came he pushed me back and wrapped my tits around him again and fucked them raw, and his cum shot all over my face. I didn?t like that at all, but God, he loved it. You don?t get to do that, you know, for love nor money, no one does. Not after that.?She glanced down at my cock and shrugged, ?But you don?t want to know about that. I know what you want to hear about for your next $200. Oh yes, do I ever. Because it was what he wanted too.? She took a towel and wiped up my cum as she paused to think. ?So many ways to kill his seed. That was what I thought of it as being, because I was always told that seed should only be used to fructify the womb. Sperm for babies. But there was no way I would let that happen, and there was no way I would give up draining his sperm. Killing his seed while nourishing our pleasure. It sounded so dirty and immoral. I loved it. It made me glow inside to think of the way I?d kill off so many sperm and they?d just grow back for more. Whole armies massacred between my tits, slaughtered on my belly, and soon I launched a new weapon of mass destruction.?