The Question
Saturday November 16th 2019
Why post a Soho diary entry? Because my ‘journey’ hasn’t been exclusively in the RLD of Amsterdam. Soho, in London, has made a big contribution to my experiences and insights into the art of the possible. For me, the two places complement each other; they’re the same but very different.
I’m in London for a concert this evening (rock). However, having made the trip the plan is always to make the most of it. That might mean visits to art galleries or other places of interest, and often ends with a visit to a strip club where the girls will do very erotic private dances. And it always includes a visit or two to the walkups. Today, the extra cultural delight is a play. Soho butts up against theatre land and I’ve decided to see a matinee performance of one of the plays on my do list. As usual, I’m seated beside another loner (usually a woman); she’s Canadian and I would guess in her late twenties and pretty. She told me that she’s on a weekend break, having flown over from Paris where she works. We get on well (it seems to me). We have fun running through ‘did you see’ and ‘you really must see’, not to mention the interval shared analysis of the play so far. The only tricky moment was at the end of the play, when the fact that we weren’t a couple reared its head. She had ‘that look’; obvious but impossible to interpret because it was ambiguous. One reading would be, ‘Please, please, don’t ask me to go for a dink with you!!!’ The other reading was something like, ‘Come, on, ask me! It’s obvious that we get along and we’re both here in the city at a social loose end.’
Luckily, I wasn’t tested. After all, I have a follow-up plan to the theatre and that involves a favourite walkup girl.
I
I turned into her street on what is a decidedly chilly evening. I’m conscious that my walk is purposeful and with the mental swagger that comes from knowing that I’m about to have a super-good time.
Like most of the rooms in Soho, the room is spacious and has a double bed. It’s also styled as a girl’s bedroom, with bedside cabinets and small lamps and chairs, and so on. There’s also a bidet alongside a washbasin, so that she can wash between her legs and between clients.
The thing that attracted me to her in the first place was her face; it’s always the starting place. If the face is right I can make allowances and compromise over other things but in her case that wasn’t necessary. She’s got a perfect body and a personality and attitude to match. She’s slim but curvy. She’s been designed for the male gaze and male desires. Or so it seems to me.
The maid let me in and sent me along to the bedroom. A minute later the girl arrived. She looked surprised to see me.
‘I’ve not seen you for a while.’
Unfortunate but true.
‘I know, I just don’t happen to be here when you’re working. Today I got lucky.’
On other days I simply got lucky with other women.
So, what can I do for you today, sir?’
‘Well, I’ll take my usual hour, if that’s okay.’
I took out my wallet and pulled out enough notes for an hour. ‘I thought that today we could make a porn movie.’
‘You want to video me?’ She said it with faux anxiousness in her voice. Quite the little actress.
I’ve mentioned before that I like to play with the girls and doing that over an hour without a script isn’t as easy as you might think. Do I have a script? Of course I do. Actually, I have three one-hour scripts which are quite different (and the porn script is by definition infinitely variable and flexible). Put that up against five girls (never mind the rest), you immediately have fifteen uniques experience; more when I start to mix them up.
‘No. My eyes are the main camera. And those mirrors are the other cameras. What they see is what hits the screen.’ She shrugged an okay with a cheeky rise of both eyebrows and a smile.
‘I’ll wash while you undress.’
She may have washed recently after a previous client but she knows that I like to play with a pristine pussy. The girls are pretty good about washing between clients but it doesn’t hurt to go over it again. While she went over her rude bits, I took off my winter jacket and sat down in a chair to remove shoes and socks. After a couple of minutes we were ready for the action.
II
‘I’m going to direct you. This is a porn movie with just the girl in it. There are no men. All you have to remember is that men are watching your every movement and it’s your job to pose in ways that excite them. Your not just opening your legs, you’re giving all those men a good look at what you’ve got.’
Solo is my favourite porn genre. Today, of course, I’m going to do all those things that I can only imagine when I watch, say, Gina or Maria Ryabushkina. As an aside, I have to say that I don’t watch much. It’s about faces, you see. I have to scan pages and page of thumbnails before I see a face that gets my attention. If my computer is ever investigated they’re going to find thousands and thousands of downloaded images. How come? Well, all those images that appear on the screen don’t come straight from the internet, they bounce to the screen from the hard drive. You’ve been warned! You’re saving images that you haven’t consciously saved.
Anyway, back to my movie.
‘In the opening scene you’re wearing a dress.’
Luckily, I’d brought one with me.
‘Here, put this on.’
I took my shirt off and handed it to her. It’s pale blue cotton. The weave is quite course, suitable for the time of year. She slipped her arms into it and I buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons undone. How does it look? Pretty good. It looks like a mini dress, which just covers her arse. It’s a close fit but not tight and it shows the curves in her body. When I wear it, it’s a smooth fit over my shoulders, on her there’s a bit of slack. The shoulders have a square shape like what used to be called a power look. She looks as sexy as hell. I turned up the cuffs to mid forearm.
‘Should I put on some panties?’
A bit of me wants to say yes, but I’ve got a script to work to.
‘It’s okay, not today.’
‘How about shoes? Should I wear shoes?
‘Definitely.’
She slipped her feet into one of the pairs lining the edge of the room; sadly not the heels.
‘The film starts with you walking. It’s to tease the men who’re watching. When you’re out in the street, you can bet that all the men you pass check out your bum. They like to see it move and imagine what it would look like if you were naked.’
I sat in one of the chairs and told her to walk back and forth across the room directly along my line of sight. As she made her first turn to walk back towards me I gave her direction.
‘Pull the dress open a bit so that we can see your tits.’
On her second run through I told her to stop in front of me.
‘Stand with your feet about this far apart.’
I held my hands up about eighteen inches apart.
‘The men watching already want to feel between your legs. We like putting our hands up women’s skirts and dresses and having a good feel.’
And the idea of doing it to a women who is effectively a stranger is exciting. Trump obviously upset a lot of people with that pussy grabbing quote, but the essence of it was spot on. Note: I’m not condoning sexual assault, I’m saying that it’s exciting to feel between a woman’s legs (not just any woman, FFS!, but a women who ‘a man’ or ‘a lesbian probably’, finds sexually attractive. Men find that secret-feel (up her skirt) very, very erotic (don’t worry, Mrs Ordinary, it’s not you). I appreciate that there will be men out there who aren’t excited by the idea of feeling between a pretty woman’s legs but I suspect that they’re in the minority – maybe they need therapy (I have no research data to offer up on this point, you understand).
I placed my right hand inside her right thigh, just above the hem of the dress.
‘Remember, there’s only you in this movie. There are no men. All the things I do with you are what the men who are watching want to do to you. This moment, before they touch you is very exciting. It’s full of anticipation. Is she naked under that dress or is she wearing panties? Both are good. If she’s naked, maybe she’s a girl who finds it exciting to be around men like that, imaging how they would feel if they caught a glimpse of her nakedness, maybe as she bends over or maybe while they’re walking behind her up some stairs, or maybe as she’s reaching for something on a top shelf. If she’s wearing panties, that’s okay because it means that we have to strip her.’
Yeah, we like that too. In retrospect I don’t know why I didn’t get her to act out those routines. I would certainly like to have caught erotic glimpses of her bare bum. Maybe it’s because I wanted to talk a bit dirty to her. At the same time, it’s well established that when it comes to porn the turn on for men is visuals and the turn on for women is words. Maybe that’s why thing like Fifty Shades of Grey work so well with women.
‘So the excitement is in their imagination?’
‘Exactly (in the images that he constructs). But it doesn’t stop there. The next question is will she be wet or dry? Both are good. If she’s wet it means that she’s excited and we can finger her while she stands there. If she’s dry it means that we have to play with her until she becomes wet. ….. And finally, is she clean shaven or hairy.’
These days, it’s unusual to encounter women with pubic hair but it does happen. Some young girls know how to play this card, from full bush to the tantalising tickle of a few hairs. The last girl I had sex with in Soho managed to leave just enough curly blonde stands of hair (virtually invisible) to tease my face while we did sixty-nine.
How was she (the girl I’m actually with, I mean)?
Naked (I made sure of that because of how the scene develops). Dry (perfect – you’ll understand why in a minute). A little bit of bristly growth either side of her labia and in the triangle created by those creases at the top of her legs. Exquisite.
I had a good feel of what I like to think of as her cunt (it’s actually a vulva), rubbing it gently and then tickling it with my finger tips before pushing past it and taking a handful of her right cheek, embedding my hand deep into the cleavage as I did it and ensuring that her bumhole got a dry rub on the way. Did she like it? I don’t know. I don’t care. This is about me not her. I haven’t touched her for a while so there is an additional frisson to all this. However, maybe the little, ‘Ohh!’ that she gasped as I caressed her cunt meant something.
I know that it meant a lot to me.
III
I (reluctantly) took my hand away from her cunt and pulled the dress apart to completely expose her breasts.
‘You have really juicy tits.’
‘Juicy?’
‘Yes, they hang off your chest like overripe fruit.’
They were somewhere between an A cup and a B cup. A decent handful. Firm. Both tits were at mouth height and I took a minute to lick them and gently suck them.
‘You’re making my nipples hard.’
Maybe. The thing is they are permanently raised and hard. They sit like raspberries on top of salted caramel aureoles, which are a bit bigger than a 2€ coin.
‘Remember, there are no men in this video. I’m simply doing what the guys and the lesbians want to do to you when they see you like this. When I get involved it’s just letting you know what they’re trying to imagine.’
I undid the bottom four buttons and slipped the dress off her shoulders and tossed it onto one of the chairs.
‘In the next scene we see you walking naked. First, away from us so we can see how your naked bum moves and then towards us so that we can focus on the triangle between your legs. Walk away from me. Not too fast. Walk like a model on the catwalk.’
I like the fact that she’s totally naked and being used while I’m sitting here semi-clothed. As she reached the other side of the room I gave her direction.
‘Stop. Stand still. Give the viewers time to take it in.’
I meant her beautiful curvy shape, her generous (but not big) arse and the perfect roundness of the cheeks. I stood up, took off my jeans and shorts and then walked over to her.
‘As you were walking, the men watching this were focused just here.’
I gently touched her bum at its lowest point, the bottom of the crack, a centimetre or two away from her bumhole.
‘It’s the softest part of a woman’s body. I like standing behind a pretty woman and pushing my cock against it and into the crack. I’m not after the holes, just the delicious sensation of a bare cock rubbing against warm, dry flesh.’
So why didn’t I do it? Well, she’s a pretty adventurous sex partner but she’s fastidious about avoiding unprotected genital contact. If I tried it, it would get a no. Have I done it with other women? Of course I have.
IV
At this moment I don’t have an erection. These days, after so many women, I don’t always get one until the action starts. Actually, it’s helpful because I enjoy pushing my flaccid cock into that crack (so soft and warm and erotic) and then feeling it grow and and struggle to go erect. I accept that it’s not going to happen today. But I want her to know what pleases me.
I walked back to the chair and sat down.
‘Okay, turn around and walk towards me.’
Like the men watching this on video, I can’t take my eyes off the triangle at the top of her legs. This is what we can’t see when she walks down the street in jeans or a dress but here she is showing it to us. As she reached me I gave her another direction.
‘Stand with your feet slightly apart, like before.’
I think of this as the waiting at a bus stop pose.
‘The strongest sensation I’ve ever experienced is when a girl takes my stiff, dry cock and puts it between her open legs so that the shaft rests against her dry vulva.’
The key word is dry; and for those who don’t know, vulva is the polite, medical term for a woman’s cunt.
‘The contact of my cock against her flesh is exquisite but when I move it so that the head rubs against her the pleasure-sensation is so intense its unbearable after just a few seconds. I have to stop and remove my cock. However, as soon as I do that I want to put it back.’
And that’s what I do, over and over again. Well, I’m not going to get it today but maybe now that I’ve planted the idea she’ll risk it at some point in the future; it’s interesting that the girls often remember details and like to impress by recalling them on s a subsequent visit.
‘I guess you should put a condom on me before we go any further.’
She selected one from a stash, tore the packet open, stretched it with two fingers on each hand and put it over me. As she released it, she knelt down and took me in her mouth. I became erect instantly and she used the moment to roll the condom onto the shaft. She started to do her version of sucking a cock but that wasn’t in the script at this point.
‘It’s okay, we’ll do that later.’
‘Turn round, walk over to the bed. Kneel on the edge with your head on the mattress, your back arched and you arse as high as you can get it. And do it with your legs slightly apart. This scene is about giving the viewers their first look between your legs. In fact, this whole video is about finding different ways to show them your slit. This is just the start.’
She walked over to the side of the bed and knelt on the edge. Then she posed. She takes direction well.
V
Those cheeks have spread creating a deliciously full round ball of a bum, in the exact middle of which is a delicious, juicy bumhole (imagine one of her tits with a hole in it instead of a nipple). Immediately below that is a deliciously small slit framed by thin labia. And hiding at the foot of the slit is a delicious clitoris which the viewer can’t yet see. And she’s doing this for men she doesn’t know; and literally for a man she doesn’t know, of course. Okay we have carnal knowledge of each other over a couple of years and from time to time we exchange fragments of personal information as well as body fluids but we are essentially unknown quantities. I mean, for fuck’s sake, she doesn’t know that I’m writing about her and sharing it with the world.
It’s exciting, kneeling behind her, up close – and knowing that she’s doing it just to please me. Yes, I hear the detractors: ‘She’s not doing it for you! She’s doing it for the money!’ True. Every word of it. Nevertheless, ‘doing it just for me’ (and other men) is her way of guaranteeing a steady income. And who knows, maybe she does get off on it. Maybe she’s as excited as me, wondering what I’ll touch first and how I’ll touch it, and whether it will be simply nice or really fucking awesome. I wonder how many women reading this would like to be her (not necessarily with me but with a stranger, a man who desires her in dirty ways and who treats her like a sex toy and uses her for base sexual satisfaction). Whatever, I am the beneficiary today. And I don’t just get to look at it, I get to touch it and play with it and enjoy it, every curve and every crease and every hole, and so on and so on and so on.
I start by kissing her cunt. Dry, soft, warm, full kisses all over it and around it. Obviously I avoid her bumhole. I’m saving that for later.
I wanted her to understand why the movie is unfolding as it is. ‘A lot of girls who do solo porn, like webcam girls, for example, think that they have to be moving all the time or touching themselves. Actually, that’s not helpful. The men (and women) who are watching want to enjoy an uninterrupted view of the girl’s vulva. Some girls understand this and pose, holding it for minutes at a time. You have to remember that we’re looking and imagining and fantasising and playing with ourselves while we watch. There are men who want to finger you. Others want to lick between your legs. Others want to fuck you straight away. And pretty much all of them want to enjoy your second sex hole in different ways. I certainly do.’
And on that note I planted a big, sloppy, wet tongue over her vulva and pushed it between the labia. It was unexpected and it got a reaction. And so did the full, flat tongue licks up and down the smooth pink skin between the entrance to her vagina and her clitoris.
VI
I have no idea if she likes the feel of this (but I think she does). At this point I’m just enjoying the dirtiness of the situation.
‘I think we should show the men your clitoris.’
A bit of me thinks that I should get her to reach between her legs and raise the hood but she might overdo it. I took the fold of flesh gently between finger and thumb and pulled it down to reveal a beautiful little white bump embedded in a sea of deep pink flesh. And then I pushed my tongue against it in a downward motion ….. slowly ….. over and over again. She made an appreciative noise which struck me as totally authentic. I’ve played with her many times before and made her come (I’m certain). She has no reason to pretend. Indeed, I always tell the girls not to pretend. ‘If I’m not doing it right, tell me …. but if it feels nice, tell me that too.’ Of course I have absolutely no idea what it feels like. I know that it’s a sensitive little thing and that it’s the key to an exquisite sexual experience. This isn’t about making her come; I’ll try that later. This is about pleasing her so that she wants me to keep playing with her.
I guess that I licked it gently and steadily for about two minutes, then I stopped. I don’t want her getting overexcited, do I.
‘I think it’s time to show the viewers your hole.’
Again, I could directed her to pull the labia apart but I want the image to be aesthetically pleasing as well as erotic, so I did it. Using both hands I peeled the labia apart, a bit like parting a curtain. It revealed a perfectly round, black hole the size of a one euro coin. And as I watched, I’m sure that it got even bigger. She’s amazing, she’s beautiful – AND SHE’S LETTING ME DO THIS TO HER!!!
CALM DOWN!!!
In a minute I’m going to put my cock in that hole but first I have to do this.
I stiffened my tongue and shoved as deep into her hole as I could and then I licked the rim closest to her arsehole.
‘This feels very naughty. I’m almost licking your bumhole, it’s so close.’
Obviously, I don’t get any physical pleasure from any of this (and I do mean any of it) but being so intimate and dirty with her is thrilling.
My plan is to lick her and fuck her and lick her and fuck her in different positions, until my time is up or until she rips my cum out of me.
Which brings me to fuck #1.
‘You need to bring your bum down a bit. I want to fuck you. …. Lower … a bit lower …. Perfect.’
I watch my cock slip into her hole (I find it very erotic). And then I settled into a very nice five minute fuck.
‘This feels good. Really good,’ she said.
‘#MeToo,’ I thought.
The recreational Viagra that I took half an hour before arriving means that I can keep going for a long while without much fear of ejaculating. I don’t know how it works but it not only adds a bit of metal to the erection, it slows everything down and I have much more control. Yes, I can keep going for a long while but I have to remind myself that this isn’t about her pleasure, it’s about mine. And this whole exercise is time-limited. And that means progressing the narrative. She’s been in this one position for about fifteen minutes, I would think. Excellent porn actress.
VII
Time for a change – of position. My kind of porn is the one in which the girl finds more and more ways to show me what she has between her legs and deliberately sets out to stimulate my imagination. In that sense, on her back and with her legs open is hard to beat. I called time and suggested that she lay on her back. This means with her bumhole right at the edge of the bed and with a pillow under her head.
In this little movie, however, I insinuated myself into the scene by putting my hands behind her knees to simulate forcing her legs open. Then I went for her with my mouth. This licking was definitely about trying to give her pleasure. Am I able to do that? Experience suggests that I can. In the past she’s enthused about the way I lick her and she makes very distinctive little noises when she’s being pleasured (and my fingers inside her pick up the signals as she enjoys one little spasm after another).
I licked her clitoris steadily and firmly and quite fast – for the best part of ten minutes -and every so often I made sure that the whole of her vulva got covered in soft,wet tongue before briefly dipping it into the hole. Look, I think that I always did that instinctively but about a year ago I had some seriously hot correspondence with a Canadian girl (photos, videos, phone sex, the whole fucking nine yards), and she told me how much she liked that hole-dip so now it’s a part of my cunt-licking repertoire, Yes, girls, you have Canada-girl to blame for this!
Did she come? Not in a big way but I’d tried. I wanted to please her but I wanted to use her even more. And that meant putting my cock in her again. It’s another great position for watching yourself penetrate the girl (definitely more erotic than watching some other bloke do it). IMHO. Lick, fuck. Lick, fuck. No cock in mouth? Come on, FFS, give it a chance to unfold. Whatever, it’s more lick, fuck first.
VIII
It’s about time that I used those black, silk neckties. What? I didn’t mention them? I mean the ones that I took out of my jacket pocket and dropped on top of my black jacket when I undressed (yeah, apart from the blue shirt, everything is black). Oh, well never mind, you’ll tune in. Maybe you forgot this image!
Why would I reference the jacket? It’s the pockets, darling. Lots of them. And? Well, I carry stuff. Phone (natch), top left breast pocket. Ear buds. Top right. Anti-bacterial wipes. Mouthwash. Cock ring (a German reader put me onto it). Tissues (yeah, I know). Sun glasses. Ribbed condoms (just in case I get to use them). Cash. Dental tape. Coins for coffee-tips. Ciprofloxin. Sometimes I carry dog collars and Venetian ball masks. Maybe you saw an example of a Dam girl wearing the ball mask.
But not today (ball masks, that is).
IX
So where was I in this sex-obsessed, sex-environment, sex-fuck narrative. Oh, yeah, I remember. The silk ties. Sometimes I use just one tie, sometimes it’s two or three. Today I need to use two.
The room has a couple of chairs. I invited her to sit in one of them.
‘Come forward a bit. A bit more. … Perfect.’
She was position so that her vulva was at the very edge of the chair.
X
I wrapped one of the silk ties around her right knee (twice), and attached it to the arm of the chair with a loose double knot. I should point out that this isn’t the first time that I’ve tied her up with these silk ties. I mean, it’s not like I just walk in off the street and expect it as part of my white, male privilege. These things have to be finessed. I repeated the exercise with the left leg. Looks good! Then I tied the loose ends of the ties around each wrist and secured them with a loose knot.
XI
Yup. Defenceless. She Can’t stop me. She can’t refuse me. And it’s a deliciously erotic sight. I hope she fully appreciates how much value I’m getting for my money. Actually, that raises an interesting issue. Y’see, some girls work to the contract. ‘Pay me this much, and I’ll agree to do this, this and that.’ They seem to see their job as giving you what you paid for (okay a few try to do as little as possible). But the clever girls see their job differently. Their job isn’t to work to a contract, an agreed deal, and make us come; their job is to make us come back – over and over and over again, so that they milk our cocks for more and more money. Their mantra is, ‘Give him what he wants, not what he paid for.’ I should point out that this only makes sense if the guy is a spender, not a tight arse who tries to get an hour’s sex for the price of a few minutes.
With her legs pulled back and her bum pushed forward and the back of the chair operating as an obstruction, she’s turned into a gorgeous little fuck ball; all tits and arse (and cunt, obviously). I reminded her that this video is a Solo affair. ‘There are no men in it. When I interact with you I’m just showing you what the men who are watching want to do to you.’
She probably thinks I’m nuts (but less hope it’s in a nice way).
If she was a new girl I’d tell her that she has to help me when I lick her. ‘If I don’t do this right, tell me. Then tell me how to Improve on it.’ The thing is, they rarely tell me it’s no good. The usual response is something like, ‘I think you know what you’re doing,’ which is fine by me. I have to say, that the first lick on a girl in this position nearly always elicits the sort of gasp that you might expect from someone who’s been given an electric shock that feels like the best electric shock ever.
‘Ohhhh!’
Yup. Electric shock. I don’t know if it’s the actual position or the fact that the pressure caused by the seat is pushing more blood than usual into her cunt but for the next five minutes she acted like she might pass out. I could hear her whimpering as I licked her but every know and again I sneaked a look at her face. It was the face of someone deeply distressed (in a very nice sex-way). Of course, I want to make her scream and shout at me to stop: ‘Stop! Stop! Enough! No more!’ That’s the standard response when the girls get tipped over the edge, along with shoving my head away from them as they say it. But it didn’t happen. The shouting, I mean. She was never going to push my head away.
After five minutes it was my turn, my time, my pleasure. I stood up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, positioned my cock at the bottom of her slit where her little hole was hiding and shoved it up her. Yes, I shoved it. Sorry if you have a problem with that.
When I finger a girl, I’m very careful about the insertion but my cock is soft and cuddly (even if it is a bit stiff). It’s a move which gets a similar response to that first lick. Outright surprise. The girls simply aren’t expecting to be fucked in this position, never mind having their holes invaded in such a dramatic way. Actually, the use of the word dramatic makes sense. Maybe you’ve sensed that this is actually a performance. That’s what I like, an hour with a girl which has a narrative with fluid action and some surprises and tension.
Anyway, how is this as a sex position? Fucking amazing, that’s how it is. Never mind, the erotic scenario and pose, her cunt feels like it’s been designed just for my pleasure and the pressure on it makes the overall sensation a cousin to rubbing my dry cock against a girl’s dry vulva. I call it level four on a scale of six to one, where six is the basic sensation of slipping my cock in and out of a vagina. Level five is how it feels after a couple of minutes of friction. Level four tends to kick in a couple of minutes later – but not today, I’m straight in a four! I know that it can be better than this (that’s what levels three, two and one are about) but it’s good enough to make me want to come. I won’t though. First, I have time on the clock. Second the position isn’t conducive to managing an ejaculation. Because of the height of the chair I’m in an unnatural position. My legs are straight but my feet are a long way apart so that I can get low enough to enter her. What it means is that I can’t fuck her hard enough to get maximum pleasure from it. Nevertheless, it was pretty fucking good and I stayed in there until I was at risk of losing it.
As I fucked her I told her how exciting it was doing this too her and she looked up at me, still with that distressed look, and said, ‘It’s good for me too!’ And you know what, I believed her.
Look, if she was my girlfriend and this wasn’t time-limited and if I wasn’t paying for it, all of this would play out differently. However, if I’m to finish this video I need to progress the narrative.
XII
I reluctantly took my cock out of her hole and stood up straight. But I immediately wanted her again. I knelt down and licked her again. This time it was just half a dozen licks with the whole of my tongue (big, soft, wide) all over her cunt. Normally the licking involves half of my tongue. For these licks she experienced all of it. I would love to have taken in her juicy arsehole with those licks but that would be dangerous. Don’t get me wrong, I love licking beautiful girls’ arseholes but it has to be carefully managed.
XIII
I like fingering beautiful young women. Sometimes I try to please them, sometimes I just want to experience entering them and feeling the insides of their bodies. Actually, gratuitous fingering is extremely erotic. She’s here, her legs are open. She’s open to all sorts of sex stuff. There’s very little that she won’t do (let me do to her). This move isn’t random, though. It’s not something that I’m making up as I go along, it’s part of the script. I like to get the girls to talk about sex and how it affects them and how they respond to being used by clients. I guess it’s a little bit about dirty talk. I ask them questions about different aspects of their sex life. Sometimes it’s about the first time that they accommodated a penis between their legs, sometimes it’s about their recollections of discovering that touching themselves can have thrilling outcomes. Today I’m going to get her to talk about one of her clients. The questions go something like this: ‘Have you had a client earlier today, or maybe yesterday or last week, who you would be prepared to have sex with for no money (note how I extracted me from the scenario)?’ The answer is always yes. Then I get them to describe the guy. How old was he. What was his nationality and ethnicity? What was it about him that she was particularly attracted to? How much time did he buy? What did he do to her? How did it feel? Did he put his cock in her mouth (almost certainly yes)? Did she like it? Why? What positions did he put her in? How did he like to finish? What did it feel like to be fucked by him? Was his choice of final position the one she preferred? Obviously I improvise a bit depending upon her replies.
But first I need to finger her. The aim is to finger her and stimulate the area behind her clitoris while we do the Q & A. She’s very wet so entry is easy but I still do it gently and carefully. First, I slip the middle finger of my right hand into. She’s tight. Somehow, a finger is more sensitive to this than a cock (mine, anyway). I immediately slip it out, couple it with a second finger, slide them back in and then search for the area which is roughly at the base of her clitoris (it’s got a walnut shell texture) and then I start stroking with the finger tips using a repetitive ‘come hither’ movement. I kept it going for a minute before asking her a question.
‘How does it feel?’
‘Nice.’
That’s good. Get in the mood, girl. And stay there!
‘Have you had a client earlier today, or maybe yesterday or last week, who you would be prepared to have sex with for no money because you’re sexually attracted to them?’
‘No.’
‘No? Has there ever been anyone like that?’
‘No. Never. It’s my work. I never do it for free.’
I can’t be sure if she’s just looking to fend of the question about her clients or whether she’s simply misunderstanding me. Her English is very good but maybe she really thinks I’m talking about her doing it without payment. Maybe she thinks I’m working round to asking for it for free. I’m talking about attraction, not payment. Whatever, it looks like I’m going to have to leave this scene on the cutting room floor.
XIV
I improvised, while continuing to stroke the inside of her cunt, I bent over and began work on her left tit with my mouth (tongue, actually).
XV
Meanwhile, there’s another chair, a sort of 70’s IKEA thing. White plastic seat and back and metal legs. A dining chair. It’s ideal. I’ve had plans for this chair ever since I saw it.
I untied her and we moved location to shoot the dining chair scene. This involves me sitting on it and her impaling herself on my cock while facing me. It has a number of attractions, not least the fact that she’s trapped once she’s been spiked (I can just hold her there if I want).
She balanced on her right leg and eased me up her hole. I’ve noticed that all the girls who go on top are equally cautious in their approach. Maybe they’re trying to tell me something.
Once she was settled I was taking her full weight (her little feet barely scraped the floor). And then she started to grind against me, sliding backwards and forwards rather than up and down.
‘I’m rubbing my clit against you.’ She grinned like she’d grabbed a point or two in a difficult game.
‘Good. I like it when girls use me.’
And I really do. I get immense satisfaction from knowing that they’re using parts of me to pleasure themselves. The interesting thing is that in this position I’m unlikely to have an involuntary ejaculation. It’s like my cock burrows deep and then hibernates. Having said that, cowgirl can be so excruciatingly pleasurable that I often let girls finish me even though I have more fuck-points to trade in.
I also get pleasure from playing with the girl’s bumhole when she’s in this position. I teased her back from her shoulders down to her bum cheeks with both hands, raking the flesh with my nails (cut short, incidentally).
‘I think that we should show the viewers your bumhole. The camera’s right behind you.’
I pulled her cheeks apart (gently) so that the men who are theoretically watching could have a good look. And then I began stroking the hole with the middle finger of my right hand. I touched her fleetingly and randomly, each touch resulting in a little squirt of oxytocin into her pretty little brain. If she does this to herself, there’s no nice pleasure sensation, but when a man does it her defences are down. When she touches herself her brain knows what’s about to happen and compensates. When a man does it, the system goes into shock because it’s not ready for it. Obviously, different women respond differently. I mean, these girls have had more than a few men play with that hole during a dog-fuck. And that can desensitise her. Having said that, there have been girls who have traded a a kiss for a touch – dozens of kisses.
Here, however, I’m just teasing her and getting her ready for the next scene where I’m a bit more focused in the way that I play with it.
XVI
We moved onto the bed and took up position in the centre. I told her to go doggy – face on the mattress, bum in the air. Sometimes I tie the girls up (wrists to ankles) but not today
I have no interest in the bum if the face doesn’t fit. They have to be special (in my eyes). You have to remember that I get no actual physical pleasure from touching them. A lot of it is in the mind. Here she is, a gorgeous girl, naked, offering herself to me, positioning herself erotically, and letting me touch the most private part of her body in an intimate way. Oh, yeah, I really like doing things to their bodies which give them a sexual thrill. Sometimes a girl has had her bum touched so many times that the sensation is dulled or neutralised but mostly they are susceptible because of the way that I do it. And how is that? The way that I do it? Well, like I’m doing it with this girl.
Imagine that I’ve applied lipstick to her anus (I haven’t, incidentally), and the objective is to smudge it, using thumb and fingertips in random combinations. Contact is momentary and from different directions, and with just enough pressure to make it work.
Well, that’s what I did and I kept it up for a couple of minutes. Then I changed tack. I took hold of her tube of lubricant, dropped some onto the middle finger of my right hand and then applied it to her bumhole. This time I simulated licking it. First I swirled the finger round and round the hole for a minute then changed the direction so that it would feel like it was being licked from six o’clock to twelve o’clock. A minute of that and then it was a gently-firm rapid and constant-contact back and forth from east to west. A minute later and and my fingers are fighting a turf war for access. And I do mean finger tips (not even as deep as the first joint). This is about stretching that little hole and stimulating it with brief, greedy insertions over and over again …….. not a stupid, boney–finger fuck.
XVII
Time is running out ……… And it’s feeling like #MyTurn.
So I told her to go onto her back in the middle of the bed, well away from the pillows. While she repositioned I washed my hands. Looking back I’m surprised that I didn’t wipe her arse (like I usually do). Whatever.
I went back to the bed, climbed onto her put it into her and started to fuck her.
She is gorgeous. The sort of girl you want to come inside over and over again. And even level six feels amazing. But I am torn. Torn between notching up another ejaculation between her legs and (then having to rest up) or going off and finding another pair of legs to open (maybe three or four pairs of legs). Decisions, decisions ……
I decided to shift the weight of responsibility. I decided to hand the power and the decision making to her. How? Easy.
I’m going to work it to level three and then say, ‘Look, I’m in the last few minutes of my time and I intend to fuck you until I finish. However, if you say, ‘Stop,’ I’ll immediately stop and take my cock out of you. But if you say stop, you have to tell me which girl to fuck next. It could be someone you know and you can give me a name and an exact location, or it could be the girl in the other flat, or a girl in another building. Do you understand me?”
Well, that’s the plan. I’m on level 4 when she says, ‘You’re rubbing my clit.’ It’s possible. I like to maintain body contact as I slide in and out. Then she says, ‘I can feel your balls smacking me.’ Okay, look, I admit that I can’t recall the exact words. She might have said smacking but it might have been touching or knocking or slapping or ….. maybe she just said, ‘I can feel your balls.’
I don’t care. It’s the sort of talk that trips me from level four to level three. So ………..
Maybe you have a question
Yes. She’s a Dam girl. My favourite, actually. Seriously tasty
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