People started cheering us on and everything. Then most of them got busy themselves, fucking all over the glass bottom and the benches along the wall. Julius finished me off by fucking me from behind, moving a finger in and out my ass with one hand and slapping my ass with the other one. His balls were slamming up against the backside of my thighs, and when he came, he shot it all over my ass cheeks. I came all over the glass bottom of the boat. I know once we all left the boat after it docked, the captain had one hell of a time getting all the cum up. On the other hand, he was probably used to it and kept a heavy-duty mop handy.
I rushed to find the girls and tell them what had happened. Joan was in her bungalow, getting a massage from her weekend lover, some dude from Lexington, Kentucky. Rhonda and Leslie were both deeply involved in various activities on the beach. I told them all what I did on the boat with Julius. Of course, they all called me a liar, like I did them when they first told me about the village. They refused to give credence to my story, saying they knew I would never do anything like that. Joan told me she figured I might get some dick over the weekend, but couldn’t digest the idea of me fucking in front of a bunch of people. You see, the problem was I had surpassed the freaky nature of all my friends combined, and their asses were jealous.
Fuck it, though! I showed their asses later that night in the ballroom when I participated in just about every contest they had with Julius as my partner. He was ineligible to win any prizes, but I wouldn’t do shit with any of the other men. I won the gold medal in the dick-sucking contest, which went to the women who could make a man cum in her mouth, following it by sucking on a lemon and taking a shot of tequila, in the least amount of time.
I won the silver in the dance contest, only because the sister who beat me out was sporting 40DDDs at the very least. The ass-fucking contest was all mine, though. I knew that from the start. I took Julius’s entire dick in and loved every second of it too. I won the free weekend, and Julius won my undying devotion to his dick.
My girls were speechless from seeing me up there, in front of the world, doing such vile and nasty things. They had never pegged me to be a sexual diva, and truth be known, neither did I.
I left the village with a newfound sexual freedom and a big-ass grin on my face. As the bus driver took us back to the airport to get on the plane, instead of me asking a bunch of questions, everyone was asking me how this and that felt, including some people on the bus I didn’t even know. Apparently, they’d seen me in action.
Back in Detroit, I recovered from my divorce quickly and have been dating my ass off, doing all the things I missed out on by marrying so young. I have yet to use my voucher for the free weekend, but I fully intend to when I can make the time. When I get there, Julius better be ready, willing, and able. I’m sure he is ’bout it ’bout it. If by chance, some other hoochie is trying to claim him, I’ll just have to push the bitch to the curb.
Dream Merchant
“Love is the mutual gratification of the body and the mind!” but—
—lying here on the couch while this man sucks on my clit like a pit bull with lockjaw, I am not too sure about all that.
There are times when I love what I do to make ends meet, and then there are times, such as this one, when I would rather be scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets. I’m sorry though. I was just never cut out to work a nine-to-five, so I do what I gotta do.
To make a long, drawn-out story short, I’m a dream merchant. Most people say “call girl,” but I think dream merchant sounds more professional. I mean, what I do isn’t sleazy. It’s not like I stand on da corner flagging down cars in thigh-high patent leather boots and daisy dukes. Hell, naw, this sister has class. In fact, I have more class than most of the women whose husbands and boyfriends I’m boning.
They come see me when the little uppity misses start fronting on the dick, taking shortcuts and shit because they’re under the false impression their man is pussy-whipped and wrapped around their little finger. Chile, please! They need to get real!
Conventional sex is all right, but straight-up nasty, raunchy fucking is where it’s at, and most women can’t deal with the notion. They think their man will view them as a slut if they do certain things or wonder why they know so much about fucking. It’s true that men are the cause of a lot of it. They want the women they marry and settle down with to be virginal and innocent, yet they want a beast in the bedroom. Men don’t want to ingest the fact their woman has been with several other men before them, so they make her feel like she better cover up the real sexual goddess within herself. Then they turn around and seek out a freaky-deaky sister like me to do the things for them their woman won’t.
Personally, I wish all my sisters could be as uninhibited and as sexually free as I am. They’re missing out on so much pleasure. On the other hand, if all women were like me, there would be no demand for my services, so it all pans out. I don’t play either, because I always get the benjamins.
In fact, I went to a nightclub once with a girlfriend, and this brother was all up in my face, staring at my tits, darting his eyes back and forth between them like they were a hypnotist’s pendulum. I grabbed him by the chin, redirected his eyes to my face, and said, “Read my lips. You want to look at me? That’s two drinks!” Guess what? He hooked my girl and me up with drinks for the rest of the night. All I had to do was suck him off real quick in the men’s room. While most women would turn their nose up at that, a little dick in the mouth ain’t never hurt no one. Dicks are cleaner than mouths, anyway. Read a medical book.
I’ve read plenty of books, and I’m a certified sexologist, an expert in carnal knowledge, so to speak. My clients love me,
and their women hate me but subconsciously wanna be just like me. It’s truly a shame I have to pick up the slack for the sisters, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. I know what evil lurks in male minds, and I use it to bring them pleasure. In return, they please me by dishing out the cash. I give them their dreams, and they give me mine. Like I said, I’m a dream merchant.
Take Burton, for example. He prides himself on being a happily married man, and for the most part he is. He’s been married for eight years and has three children. His wife stays at home and keeps it clean and cozy. She wipes the snot off the kids’ noses and all of that. She really loves him, and he adores her, but…she can’t fuck AT ALL!
That’s where I come in. I fuck him just the way he likes it. I do it all, from head to toe, from front to back, ’cause I got it like that. He pays me $300 a visit, one to two times a week. If you think that sounds steep, fuck you! I work hard for the money. Some people spend their money on crack addiction, and others spend it on pussy addiction. Same difference.
Burton likes several kinky things his wife won’t do or let him do. He loves to toss my salad, and I love to have it tossed, with Italian dressing at that. Fat-free dressing, though, since Burton could stand to lose a few inches around the middle. I love the way he has me lie on my stomach and then props some pillows under my stomach so my ass will protrude up in the air. He always starts at the bottom and goes up. It’s his favorite routine, I guess. Kind of like the way women get used to wiping from front to back with toilet paper. Anyway, I didn’t mean to get off track.
He pours the dressing down the crack of my ass, takes his fingers and rubs the oily substance all over my round ass cheeks, and takes the tip of his tongue and licks it off one cheek at a time. He gives my whole ass a tongue bath, and then he starts working on the crack. He licks it from bottom to top and then works his way back down to the center until he finds, oh my, how many licks does it take to get to the middle of an anus pop?
Let me say this. The man has mad skillz. Skillz on top of mutha-fucking skillz. He’s so good at eating ass, they need to name him the Grand Dragon of the Ass-Eating Knights of America. Dayum, my ass is starting to pulsate right now just thinking about it.
Burton also likes to suck toes. He told me he tried to suck his wife’s toes once, and she thought it was disgusting. See, that’s why she’s in the position she’s in now; having a husband come home to her with my ass on his breath. Don’t frown up at that, because just like all women, my shit don’t stank. I love to have my toes sucked. It tickles. Especially when he soaks my feet and then gives me a foot massage first. Then he sucks on each toe and takes his time. Drawing the whole thing into his mouth, suckling on it, and then slowly pulling it out. Dayum, Burton and his oral fixation turn my ass on.
Now, you know any man so gifted with his mouth eats the nana half to death. Chile, you ever seen them shows where big-ass, husky men have pie-eating contests? Well, there you go, ’cause Burton flows just like that. He eats and eats, and he does a good job, unlike this pit bull gnawing on my shit now. Sometimes he likes to put whipped cream, fat-free of course, and honey, which is naturally fat-free, on my pussy before he dines. I bought this baby bib I put on him so he doesn’t mess up his clothes. Sometimes when he’s sucking my ta-tas, I put a baby bonnet on him too. It’s too cute.
Norman is a nice gentleman too. He’s not married, but seriously involved with some socialite who thinks her pussy is the bomb but ain’t hitting on nothing at all. Now, Norman also has an oral fixation, but the opposite of Burton’s. Norman wants me to lick all over him. He loves to have his dick sucked day in and day out, and sucking dick happens to be my specialty.
He likes me to suck his dick with warm tea in my mouth, which can be kind of tricky if you don’t know what da hell you are doing. He likes me to suck it with ice in my mouth too. Norman has this thing for extreme temperatures. He even went so far as letting me pour hot candle wax on his dick once. He’s crazy, ’cause I would never let a man pour hot candle wax on this here pussy. That shit is just out of the dayum question.
Norman also likes me to bathe him. I run him a hot bath with honey and lemon and kneel beside the tub nude while I wash everything from his hair to his ass. He likes me to do it gently, like he is a newborn baby. I use a soft sponge and caress every inch of him, letting the warm water trickle all over his skin.
Norman’s my favorite client because he’s the most gentle. He’s gentle with me, and I’m gentle with him. I only charge him $100, since I like him. If I were to settle down, and that’s a big-ass if, I would want it to be with a man like him. Dayum shame his woman doesn’t realize what a good man she has. Sometimes he comes over and I just suck his dick for hours on end. He doesn’t even want to stick it in all the time. He just loves to feel my mouth and hands work their magic.
Now, as far as this thing between my legs at the moment, I hate him. He’s a fucking beast. I tolerate him because he’s dumb enough to pay out his ass for my services. His name is Luke, and he’s such a fucking idiot. He pays me $500 a pop. Dumb ass! It hurts sometimes when he fucks me because he’s so rough. He’s into bondage, whips, chains, dildos, butt plugs, all that. But the worst thing about him is the way he bites me.