Chapter 3
For several weeks, Mother, Dad and I got together alone. We used ruses of various kinds to get the others out of the house, and then sometimes we were just lucky that they were all out at the same time for a while.
I learned everything there was to learn about pleasing both a man and a woman sexually. Mother told me that she often had calls from Lesbians and they usually paid very well. We lived in the suburbs just out of Washington, so there were always a lot of people with money coming through on business, in the diplomatic set, big officials, and so forth.
Dad did most of his drinking in the bars of the very best hotels, and at other places where the people with money were to be found. The bartenders all knew him, as well as many cabdrivers and bellhops. He tipped them handsomely to introduce him to the moneyed people who wanted something more than just a regular whore for their money.
Mother's Lesbian contacts were made through the same channels sometimes, but it was usually by reputation. One Lesbian told another. Our telephone number was given out to only the most trusted, and then they talked in terms of "secretarial" services. It all seemed so very fascinating to me, particularly when Mother told me the juicy details of some of the wayout things her clients liked in the way of sex.
Dad explained to me that he would never send Mother or I to a person who wanted bondage and discipline, if the girl was to be the victim. We were not to be hurt in any way. And the clients had far more to lose than we did, if they mistreated us and we threatened to expose them. They knew this, Dad said, and what they specifically desired was always discussed and agreed upon with him and the client before he would send us out.
I can honestly say that I was much more sexually excited and stimulated when I was ready for my first client, than I was afraid. A whole great world of sex was about to open up for me. And nothing that Mother had told me about her clients' tastes had turned me off. I wanted to get started! I wanted to try everything!
"Well, Connie ... tonight's the night," Dad told me one evening after gesturing for me to follow him out in the back yard to look at some flowers that had just bloomed. "You'll get a phone call in a few minutes from a 'Mrs. Jones.' Mother will answer it and accept a 'baby-sitting' job for you ... an emergency type one ... their other sitter bugged out at the last minute. Or something equally believable. And...."
"Oh, Dad! At last!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my excited voice down. "Who ... who is he? What does he look like? How much will I be paid? Where ..
"Simmer down, clever daughter," Dad said, smiling at me and squeezing my hand. "The pay is five hundred dollars. I think it should be more, but that's the best I could do. The man is a visiting foreign minister of a small Asian country. I made the arrangements through one of the political attaches from his embassy ... a man I meet occasionally at one of the hotel bars. It's paid for in advance, so you don't have to worry about any of the financial aspects.
"Now ... I let him have you for this price, because I want the word to get around in the right circles about how really sexy, beautiful and young you are. This man wants you to come to his penthouse suite at the hotel, fully dressed. But wear your sexiest garter belt and stockings, sheer briefs, the mesh bra, and spike heels. But dress quite conservatively on the outside. No miniskirt."
"What ... does he like?" I asked. "Does he just want to screw me? Will he...."
"Just a minute, damn it!" Dad said, laughing slightly. "This one has a thing for young women, for sexy lingerie, for watching girls masturbate, and for oral sex. I don't think he'll want anything too much offbeat, but be prepared. I can't tell you what he looks like ... Wait a minute! I'll be right back."
I could feel myself twitching between my legs. I was going to strip naked in front of a completely strange man ... a foreigner ... an international politician! I rubbed my upper thighs together anxiously, waiting for Dad to come back, wondering what he had gone to get.
"Here you are," he said, when he arrived back with an afternoon newspaper folded out to page 4 of the second section.
I grabbed it from him anxiously. There was a picture of him shaking hands with one of our government wheels. He was very foreign, almost Oriental in appearance, but dressed in Western style diplomatic fashion. I couldn't see much of his face, but I could tell he had a broad smile, that his lips curled up into a mysterious leer.
"Do you want me to drive ... or take a cab?" I asked Dad.
"Take the car," he said, nodding at my approval of the man's picture. "If Mother should happen to get a call later, she can take a cab. I know one thing, Connie ... we're going to have to get a second car for this family. I'll look for one tomorrow. Now, you better go up and get dressed. Put on everything here but the stockings. You can carry them in your purse and put them on in the car."
"I better wear flats out of the house too. I'll take the big bag I just bought and put the spike heels in there."
By nine that evening, I had given over my car keys to the doorman at the hotel and walked right through the spaciously modern lobby of the posh hotel like a woman of the world. When I told the man at the desk I wanted to know which elevator went to the penthouse suite, he asked me which one. I immediately came out with the foreign minister's name, and his jaw dropped.
"Are you ... expected?" he insisted.
"Of course!" I replied snobbishly. "The foreign minister's daughter and I went to the same private school together in Switzerland."
That did it. I was told to take the third elevator on the right and press the top button marked "P." The twelve floor ride was very slow. I was alone for the entire ride, as I learned later, because when the "P" button is pressed, the elevator will make no other stops.
I stepped out of the elevator into what seemed like a large reception room or foyer. There were three doors opening into it beside the elevator door. To either side, were unmarked doors, while the larger door straight ahead was temporarily decorated by the official seal of the foreign minister's country. There was a button just to the right of the door, so I pushed it, my heart pumping wildly!
"Yes, please?" was the first word uttered by the little Oriental man (or boy) in a white jacket and striped black trousers, who opened the door.
"I am Miss Wilson," I said, trying to act like I was speaking to a very lowly servant. "The foreign minister is expecting me."
"Oh ... oh, yes!" he said, a broad smile accompanying his Oriental accent as his eyes looked me over approvingly. "You come in, please. Mr. Minister say you wait for him in parlor. He be so very glad know you here. Yes ... very glad you here...."
I was nervous, excited, anxious. I didn't like the way the little houseboy looked at me, the expressions on his face and in his voice. It seemed like he was so happy to see me that he was the foreign minister who was going to fuck me. And when he came back in the room smiling at me like that again, I nearly told him to "go to hell." But I restrained myself. I knew that night was to be my debut, my test. If I made the foreign minister happy, the word would spread through the diplomatic set. Maybe the next high official would pay a thousand.
"You, Miss Wilson, follow me to Master's bedroom, please," the little Oriental announced, bowing constantly as he talked. "Master is very much ready, I think. You must not be surprise when see Master."
The houseboy opened the door to the main bedroom of the two-story suite. There, sitting propped up on pillows on the bed, was the foreign minister. He was totally naked I His body was covered with thick, black hair, and he seemed to be a little more plump than in his picture. His cock was in his hand, but only slightly erected.
"How do you do, sir," I greeted him, swallowing nervously as his eyes played over my clothed body and then came to rest on my face as he smiled.
"Tako! Tako!" he called out angrily to the boy, then spoke to him in another language.
The young houseboy kept bowing and apologizing to the man, then suddenly jumped up on the bed and began to suck the foreign minister's cock! He sucked at it furiously, and the minister's hand went down into the boy's trousers and seemed to play with his cock too. I felt very peculiar. I didn't know whether to keep standing there, or to sit down, or to undress, or to ... to what?
"Ah, good!" the man told the boy, and a smile, that leering, broad smile as in the newspaper picture, crept across his sensual lips.
I had wanted it to last longer, because I enjoyed the sight of his soft cock being sucked into the boy's mouth, seeing his head bob up and down so cutely. Except for the fact that I wanted to get fucked by the foreign minister, it would have been a terrific thrill to see him shoot off into the boys' mouth.
"Now ... better, yes?" the man asked, looking at me as he gently fondled a very large and stiff cock.
"Yes, sir. Very much better. Very good!" I told him, licking my lips very subtly, but sexily. "What would the foreign minister like me to do for him?"
"Tako!" he called out, and the boy jumped to attention and bowed. "Undress her."
For just a second or so, I felt angry. The houseboy had obviously been looking me over with a leer outside because he knew he was going to undress me, and probably participate. But then I relaxed. The boy was cute. I had enjoyed watching him suck his master's cock. I had even wanted to see his cock too, imagining it to be very small and "cute."
The boy unzipped my dress down the back. I leaned forward slightly and let him push it over my shoulders until the sleeves fell from my arms and the dress dropped to the floor. I stood facing the obviously pleased foreign minister as Tako very carefully picked up my dress, used a clothes brush to remove any dirt, then folded it like an expert and placed it over the back of a chair.
I was facing the foreign minister in only my spike heel pumps, stockings, garter belt, white, sheer briefs, and a mesh bra so loosely woven that the tip of my nipples actually stuck through the fabric. I could feel that I was secreting between my legs and I desperately wanted to play with myself, as he was doing. But I thought it better to wait for him to give the orders. He wanted a submissive girl.
Tako unfastened my bra in back and took it off over my shoulders, laying it carefully over my dress on the chair. On his knees, he pulled down the briefs to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
"Turn around two or three times, Miss Wilson," I was directed, and I did so, striking the most provocative poses I knew how. "Tako! Suck her tits!
The boy bowed and turned us sideways to his master. He cupped a tit in each hand and sucked the nipples vigorously. I'm very sensitive in my nipples. I found out that I could nearly come from the way Tako used his tongue over them when one was sucked into his mouth.
"Suck her pussy!" the foreign minister ordered, and the boy knelt as I spread my legs a little wider and held open the lips for him.
Tako was good! He licked up the juices that had drooled down my inner thighs, then hardened the tip of his tongue and went between my lips. He used a flicking technique that was very fast and skillful, his tongue seeming to be all over my inner vulva at the same time. I cried out very quietly when I had my first orgasm, and then he threw back his head and used his lips, as if he were trying to suck every bit of secretion from my inner glans.
"Is she very wet, Tako?" the foreign minister asked when the houseboy had stood up again.
"Yes, Master," he answered, bowing again. "Miss Wilson has more juices of love than any I have sucked for my Master."
"Ah-h ... beautiful!" the man exclaimed, his eyes eating up my body. "And only sixteen years old. What a precious thing you would be for my harem. Now! Tako! Fuck her!"
I was taken completely by surprise! I began to wonder if the foreign minister was only a voyeur, if he was not going to touch me or have anything to do with me personally. Tako had gone to a closet and was bringing back thick cushions and pillows to throw around on the plush carpet where I was to he down.
"Miss Wilson!" I was ordered. "You will now undress Tako."
I sat on the cushions and reached up to unbutton the immaculately clean white jacket. His upper body, a sort of brownish yellow, was naked. His little nipples appeared to have been used, reminding me of those I saw on a girl once who was reputed to let boys gang her. Next, I unbuckled the top of the black trousers and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, and I merely tossed them to the side as I had his jacket.
All that remained of Tako's attire was a sort of jockstrap. I felt around the band until I discovered a vertical row of three buttons. I undid them and pulled the little garment away. By the size of the jockstrap thing, I had imagined he was built very large between his legs. But the garment contained a "falsie." When totally naked, he had a cock about the size of a boy of ten, although Tako was sixteen at least. It was cute. It was hard. His balls were not quite distended yet. I played with them, and kissed the head of his penis, which made it throb and become slightly more swollen.
"Fuck her!" the foreign minister yelled angrily.
I immediately lay on my back upon the cushions. Tako came up between my legs and guided his little cock into my vagina, beginning at once to fuck me vigorously. Had I been older and more experienced, I probably wouldn't have felt it. I wanted to suck it off, but that would have to wait. The foreign minister had gotten off the bed and stood over us, watching each detail as he continually fondled his rigid cock.
"Fuck faster!" Tako's master ordered, and the naked little Oriental, dripping with perspiration, began to strain himself and pick up his speed.
"I come! I come!" the boy yelled victoriously.
But as he was coming, instead of keeping his penis inside me, he pulled it out and made his thick cream shoot all over my pubic hairs. At the same time, to my great surprise and consternation, the foreign minister began to ejaculate, showering my belly, breasts and face with his slightly thinner sex fluids.
I had just been on the verge of orgasm when Tako pulled out, and in my wild frustrations, I began to cry out and rub the minister's come all over my tits and belly and down into my fiery cunt, until I was using the juices of both men to help my fingers slide over my clit and bring me to a screaming climax!
"Very good! You are a hot girl! Yes, I like not American girls," the man said, smiling down at me with great pleasure as the last drop of his ejaculate fell and splatted on my right breast. 'You are well worth the thousand dollars I must pay for you. Now! You go take quick bath. After, you come and lay in bed with me. Tako! Get oil...."
That was the last I heard as I closed the door to the bathroom and adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower. As I languorously sudsed over my sensitive breasts and between my thighs, I smiled at the knowledge I had gained. I was sure Dad would be interested in the fact that the man from the embassy had cheated him out of five hundred dollars. He should be very proud of me for learning that bit of information, I thought.
When I walked naked from the bathroom, I noticed that the rich velvet bedspread had been pulled back, and the foreign minister was lying on one side of the bed as a naked (with little prick erect again) Tako rubbed his body with a very exotically scented oil. The man would sigh every few moments, as if the subtle sensations were very pleasing to him.
I walked over until I was standing right at the foot of the bed. Tako smiled at me, but I wasn't sure if his master even knew I was there. The man was lying on his stomach with his strong, muscular legs spread apart. His cock was sticking out weirdly in between them. It was hard, and the balls were visible too. But it was such a strange position. I had never even thought of how a man might look in that position, because usually his cock would be up against his belly.
My eyes began to become more interested. Tako's hands, which he kept thoroughly lubricated by regular applications of the clear, thick oil from a very large bottle, were rubbing and smoothing over his master's buttocks and down his legs. After his legs had been well-massaged with the oil, Tako's hands slid upward to the muscular ass and parted the cheeks. He poured some of the oil into the crack and began to rub the area, dipping his fingers occasionally into the man's asshole, which resulted in heavy sighs of enjoyment.
As he did this, the foreign minister's prick grew longer and larger, until it seemed as if it were extending halfway down his thighs. And the man would occasionally reach over to feel Tako's prick, to fondle and squeeze it.
"Your finger, Miss," Tako said to me with his sexy little grin.
His oil laden hand grabbed my middle and index fingers together and led them to the man's pulsating asshole. I immediately pushed them deeply inside. I could suddenly feel his body tense and begin to shake. His hips began to move wildly. He moaned and sighed. He reached for Tako's cock, and the boy moved his genital right up beside his master's face.
The foreign minister put his mouth up to the hard little penis and began to suck it very fast, as I tried to maintain the same tempo in my fingering into his anus.
"Ah! Ah! Gel-bo ederama cousimo padrax!" he screamed, letting go of his verbal feelings in a strange language.
I quickly looked down between his legs to see the hard cock discharging its cream on the sheets. Without being told to, I put my head down there and licked the delicious fluids from the cloth and on up until I was licking and sucking it from the head of his declining cock. When I got up, Tako wiped at the spot with a wet cloth, and I was directed to fie down on the other side of the bed.
In a moment, I felt a glob of the warm oil poured into the small of my back, followed by Tako's skilled hands rubbing it into my flesh, along my sides, on my shoulders and arms. I was lying with my face away from the bed, and I could see Tako's prick was coming to life again. When I turned my face the other way, I was facing the foreign minister, who was lying on his side, his head held up by his hand, and his lips smiling admiringly at me.
"You have very great sexual powers," I compli merited him with all honesty, recalling that most of the lads I knew were either "rabbits," or they'd go once and that was it. "Are all men in your country so ... so sexually powerful?"
"Not all," he stated, a very proud look on his ruggedly handsome and slightly dark face. "But our women are not so erotic as American and European women. It is an old and very had custom that women should not enjoy sex in our country. But how can a man have pleasure for himself ... unless he knows he is bringing great passion to his woman? You ... you are very young, very light complexion, very beautiful, very blonde. I could not be so potent with my wife or another woman of my country...."
My whole body began to relax just listening to his resonant voice, his clipped and British English accent. But at the same time, my passions were stirring very slowly and comfortably. Both the man's voice and the unusually sensual quality of Tako's oil massage, made me close my eyes and crave more and more of these subtle sensations.
The boy was pulling the cheeks of my buttocks apart and pouring the oil into my crevice. I shuddered very slightly as his fingers probed my most sensitive anus with the slick, thick oil. Even the strange odor of the liquid seemed to have an aphrodisiac quality. I moved my ass around slightly to let him know I was enjoying it. I also reached down between my crotch and the sheets to open the lips of my cunt.
I withdrew my hand, and the sensation was as terrific as I thought it would be! My clit was rubbing directly on the bedsheet as I moved my ass up and down until I had an orgasm. Tako could obviously tell when I had it, because he withdrew his fingers from my anus and told me to turn over on my back.
The foreign minister moved slightly closer so that he could observe better the way Tako was rubbing the oil on my breasts and over my belly. The boy's slipping hands thrilled me internally, all the way to my crotch, as he used them on my tits. He would try to pinch my hard little nipples, but it was impossible for him to do so because the oil was so slippery. The nipples would slide right away from them and provide me wonderful sensations when he did it.
I opened my legs so he could oil massage my cunt and legs. He sleeked his hands between my thighs and down to my feet until I was bursting with a desire to come! I looked over at the foreign minister. His cock was hard as before, even harder maybe.
"May I ... I suck it?" I asked him breathlessly.
He said nothing, but straddled me at my chest, facing me. His cock was as oily and slippery as my hands. It kept slipping away when I tried to get a grip on it, and we both laughed. I wanted to suck him so much I didn't care about the oil, or that it might taste awful or make me sick. I was about to give up my attempts at getting a hold on it, and just bob for it with my open mouth, when I suddenly felt Tako's fingers rubbing the oil inside my cunt, slipping and sliding over the ultrasensitive inner surfaces until I cried out in orgasm and tried desperately again to grasp the huge, hard cock that stared me in the face.
"Tako! Go!" the foreign minister ordered harshly, and the boy immediately went from the room at a very fast pace. "Now, Miss Wilson, I will not waste time on having you try to catch my cock to suck. If you wish to suck off someone, you may do it to Tako after I am through with you. Miss Wilson, I am now going to fuck you, and I will tell you that you will never be fucked like this again in your entire lifetime!"
The determination with which he spoke made me shudder as he let his body down on top of mine. Still supporting himself with a hand on the bed at either side of me, he slid his body over mine, showing me how unusually difficult it might be for him to get his penis into my pussy with our bodies oiled so.
When he released his hands and the support was gone, I felt like we were in a wrestling match together. He would slide off to one side, try to he on me again, then slide off the other side. On his knees between my legs, his hard cock swinging slightly from side to side, he tried to aim it to enter me, only to have it slide out of my pussy and down under my ass, or up over my stomach.
I tried to grasp his cock and guide it in myself, but I couldn't hold onto it. When he attempted to do the same thing, it would just slide out of his hands. Again he got on top of me and quickly put his arms around me, just beneath my armpits. His lower body and legs would then keep sliding off one side or the other.
I tried to lock my legs around his. We tried to intertwine our legs, but we tended to use too much force, resulting in one or more of our legs slipping loose and flying up in midair. While he was holding onto me, my breasts were sliding all over his chest and creating stimulating sensations. We rolled over and over together, from one side of the bed to another.
Breathlessly, he finally let go. The only contact I had achieved at my pussy was an occasional rub of his balls or the root end of his cock sliding over my clit. It was torturing me! I was so frustrated, I felt I would go mad! At that moment, I was as much a nymphomaniac as Vickie ever was. I was literally crying to be fucked by that wonderful, hard, slick cock!
"Oh, please ... please, sir!" I begged him tearfully. "Can't we wipe off this oil and fuck. I want your cock so much, sir. Please...."
"Ha ha! The American girl now begs for this penis!" he blared, laughing cruelly. "Strange ... I must pay with money for the favors of a beautiful young American ... and it is she who begs to be fucked! Ha ... ha ha!"
With that last laugh, the foreign minister fell on top of me again and wedged his hips between my legs. Then it was the tops of our bodies that slipped and slided as we each fought to regain our together position. My breasts were squashed in one moment, then sprang to life immediately as his mighty chest suddenly slipped away helplessly.
But while his lower torso was wedged between my legs, I could feel the head of his cock slipping around in the entrance to my cunt! I begged him to push it in, push it in! I felt that with one great push it would slide right in. But no! It only slipped out under my ass and teased 'my anus, or it slid over the top and made my clitoris swell to the brink of orgasm, but no farther.
"Please, master," I cried to him pitifully as Tako might have done. "If ... you won't let me dry off the oil with a towel ... will you let me try to get on top ... and fuck you?"
"Yes, of course, my little American girl!" he agreed immediately. "You may fuck me all you want ... if you can."
He immediately moved over to the other side of the big bed and lay on his back, the mighty prick sticking almost straight up, but slightly inclining toward his body. I was too eager. The first time I tried to straddle his body while on my knees, I let my right thigh contact him just above his left hip, and I slid and went sprawling off the bed to the floor.
When he saw that I was not hurt, but was clutching at the sheets to drag myself up on the bed again, he broke out into hysterical laughter. So, I tried another method. I straddled his hips standing up. It was a precarious stance, standing up on the yielding mattress like that, but I was so desperate for his cock, I didn't care. At that very moment, I gladly risked a broken leg.
I was grateful that I was in good physical shape. I played tennis and exercised regularly. I bent my knees and lowered myself gradually, determined not to touch his body until his cock was deep inside me. My body was tense, but I felt under control. I moved forward slightly so that when his cock met my crotch, we would be in the right position.
My heart was racing, pulsing blood through my body with great force. I cried out when I realized that the head of his cock was touching my slippery cunt lips. I was so excited I pushed myself down immediately, only to have his cock slide upwards and across my clit again as I fell over and slid off his body!
"Take ... take back the money," I cried. "Just ... fuck me ... please...."
"My little American girl," he said with an amused and proud grin, "I would never ... never take back the money. To see such a beautiful young American girl as you so sincerely desperate for my prick, has been already worth more than I have paid. But ... the fun is over. Now, I will show you how to fuck after oil massage!"
I looked down at his cock, watching it pulsate, knowing that he was uncircumcised, yet unable to tell it when his mighty erection thrust aside all the foreskin for the swollen head to be naked in all its glory. The head of it looked different than that of circumcised men. It was lighter in color and did not have so large a crown, so pronounced. The reason was obvious. The head was protected, covered by the shield of the foreskin, except when in a state of violent erection.
The foreign minister was still smiling as he supported himself above me with one hand and slowly approached his glistening, oiled cock with the other one. Our hands had both been touching the sheets quite a bit, and I noticed that there was a lack of the oily look about his hand that slowly closed over the root end of his cock. He was using his pubic hairs for their frictional value too, not grabbing the prick in a heat of passion and trying to force it to his liking ... only to have the greasy rod slip from his reach.
I lay perfectly still. I looked at him, met his rapacious eyes, and I opened my lips and used my tongue sluicingly to make them wet. He sighed, and I knew he liked the way I was looking at him, gesturing with my mouth. He knew I wanted to suck his cock too, and in his own way of sadistic satisfaction, he thrilled with the knowledge that he would not let me suck it.
He lowered his body slightly, guiding the cock from its root end. I felt the head probe between my slippery cunt lips very, very gently. There was no sudden force, just the gentle probing that pushed forward by a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt it finally go through the vaginal entrance. Only then did he suddenly and forcefully thrust forward!
The mighty cock immediately filled my young vagina and poked at my uterus. His body came down on mine. We slipped and slid around and he grasped my body in one very quick move I His arms around my back then completed the coupling, guaranteeing that no matter how slippery our bodies were, we would stay together at our crotches and chests. His outer thighs slipped around my inner thighs uncontrollably, but his cock continued to fill me with its hard, driving volume!
"You feel fucked now?" he asked me, pushing his cock in and out of the entire length of my vagina in a way Dad had tried, but could not accomplish. "My cock has been in more cunts, more mouths and more assholes than you would ever imagine ... American girl! Tako? Yes! I fuck him in his asshole until he cries! He is only eighteen. His ass will take much more when I put him out to sale!
"Tako is a fool! He is a lower class. He is only meaned to be for sexual amusement. It is true in my country. It is a different ... a refreshing thing, a novelty to suck the cock of a young boy. I have boys as young as eleven and twelve, but I do not bring them to your country. No! I must attempt a very neutral attitude toward my desires. I must know that only my most trusted colleagues, the lower caste too in the embassy ... they know I am a fiend for sex with young girls, with very blonde and white girls. They know ... and they know that if they ever would try to make an incident of me ... they would have their pricks and balls cut off, if male, and their tits cut off, if they are female. You see ... it is quite different in my country."
"I don't care! I don't care!" I screamed, responding to every thrust of his oiled cock into my cunt.
Nothing had ever been as good, as different, as the feel of the foreign minister's cock plowing into my body! Instead of my frustration being increased, I began to enjoy the sensations of our sliding, slipping, greased bodies. His cock was inside me! It was more effectively lubricated than anything I had ever before experienced! Not the liquid feel of Vickie's tongue, the hot and sexy probing of Mother's lips and tongue, not even Dad's insatiable fucking and sucking when he was sober enough to keep a hard-on, could compare to the ultimate sensations that the foreign minister's oiled cock created within me!
"Oh oh! I'm coming!" I screamed, feeling his hard, oiled tool slip and slide over my clit and deep into my vagina. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
"You will come again before I remove my prick from your body," he said with much confidence, thrusting his cock back and forth into me even after I felt him shoot his love cream into my cunt. "I will keep fucking you, American girl! My juices are now in your body, Miss Wilson! I hope that I make you pregnant with a beautiful daughter ... and then I will fuck her!"
"Oh ... yes!" I cried out in a sexually obsessed rage. "I want you to fuck my daughter ... want you to be the first. And you ... you let me watch you ... suck her pussy. She will suck your cock and take her entire mouthful of your cream and give it to me in a lover's lass! Oh ... oh! I'm ... coming!...."
The foreign minister continued to fuck me, his pace alternating from fast to slow. When he was letting his cock go in and out of my juice-filled cunt easily, I would reach down and feel his slippery rod, fondle his huge balls. In turn, he used my titties for playthings, mauling them with his hands until they slipped suddenly away and produced wild sensations that started me on the way to my third orgasm!
"Again! Coming!" I screamed hoarsely and thrust my oiled pelvis to his.
I could feel his powerful cock twist and jerk in great spasms inside my vagina, and once again, the flow of his virile sperm gave me a liquidly warm sensation that made me suddenly come again, and again, and again.
When I had bathed and dressed, I had no more strong desire to suck off Tako. The idea was still intriguing, but it made me think of little Bobby. Someday, my own little brother would be a part of our family sex machine, and I would suck his young prick. The thought stayed with me for the long drive home.
For the next year, I had an average of two dates a week, and often brought in as much as five thousand a month for the family income. I kept looking for some trace of jealousy in Mother's attitude toward me, as I was making more than her nearly every month. Instead of jealousy, there was a strange sense of pride that seemed to fill her whenever I had a big date that would bring in as much as a thousand dollars.
Most of my customers were Americans, many were men of great wealth and power, and most were satisfied with intercourse and oral sex, though their appetites varied as to quantity. The main thing I had going for me was my youth and body. I was "sixteen" until I was almost nineteen, and then I became "seventeen."
Of course, I had many clients with odd and offbeat tastes. There was a Texas oilman who used to just sit in the chair in his hotel suite, fully dressed (including a ten gallon hat), and watch me sit opposite him and view the scene up my dress as he munched away on an apple. I always wore conventional street dress with very sheer stockings, garter belt and no pants. The man never touched either himself or me. I would gradually reveal more and more as I sat and crossed my legs and shifted around. When he could get a good look at my cunt, he came in his trousers, paid me, and we said "good night."
A New York industrialist had a pretty wild lack too. He bought a very nice fur-trimmed, full-length coat for me and had a seamstress put pocket flaps on each side. One was a fake, the other (on the left side) concealed a hole through which he could slip his hand. When I came to his room, I would take off my skirt, half slip (if I was wearing one) and panties.
When I put on the coat and buttoned it, I appeared to be fully dressed. We would walk outside, right downtown in Washington, stroll along F Street window shopping, and he would fingerfuck me to a half dozen orgasms in public!
Several men liked to call me by their daughters' names. One man kept asking me about how my father had sex with me, and I would have to go into it in great detail and even make up parts of it. He wanted me also to suggest ideas of how he could seduce his fourteen-year-old daughter, and he showed me pictures of her in the nude that he had taken through a two-way mirror between a hall closet and her bedroom.
I was so much in demand that men who had been with me in Washington would pay me to fly to New York, Texas or Florida to spend a weekend with them. I was eagerly looking forward to the day I would have a man and his wife or girl friend for clients, or even a Lesbian. It seems Mother had lost contact with most of the Lesbians she knew.
But one night, Dad came home very excited and drove me with him to the store to get some groceries. When we were in the car, he finally told me what had happened.