Chapter 17
Yes, she was a willing performer, was our Palomino. Everyone seemed to like her, the other girls as well as the customers: and her acrobatic training allowed her to do tricks which you simply wouldn't see elsewhere. Listen to this one, for example, which always went down very big at exhibitions.
The Palomino would get a man to lie down on his back on a narrow fucking-couch: then she would straddle him, sitting facing him with her legs out on either side of the couch, and his prick right up her cunt. Then Sam and one of his boys would step forward. (The Palomino had given them a certain amount of elementary training in the role of her 'assistants', and she could trust them to do more or less what they were told. ). She would twist her pelvis just a fraction round to one side. (for of course nobody can get their legs horizontal straight out to the sides!). and then the two Negroes Would each put a flat hand under one heel, and together they would raise her legs till she was doing a real horizontal 'splits'. still, of course, with the man's prick up her cunt. The Negroes would impart a very slight up-and-down bouncing movement to their hands: and somehow The Palomino would transfer this, through rigid legs, to her crotch. so that her whole body was bouncing up and down in six-inch jumps (though the Negroes were moving their hands less than an inch at a time). Thus the man would find himself being fucked, very rapidly, by this lovely naked body going up and down on his prick, with absolutely no weight pressing on him at all: and it used to tear the spunk out of them in streams, no matter who tried it. The Palomino herself would just be bouncing up and down in mid-air, with no visible means of support except the two palms of the Negroes, way out to the sides, with that lovely honey-coloured mane flying every which way, and both hands up teasing her nipples, and a faraway look in her grey-green eyes. until finally she would stiffen and shudder and close her eyes and cream herself stupid, with the Negroes holding her stretched open in that incredible 'splits', and the man underneath her pumping his spunk up into her in great powerful jets.
And there was another trick she had that could drive you mad, just watching it!. 'The Windmill', we used to call it. She would stand on her shoulders with her legs pointing straight up into the air: then they would separate and spread wide, wide. and down and open, till she was in a full 'splits'. And then she would twist her pelvis somehow. and I can't even begin to describe the thing to you, Max, but the idea'll come to you suddenly and you'll know exactly what I mean. and it would look almost as though her legs were going round and round like a horizontal propeller I never did get to figure out exactly how she did it. or even what she was doing! But it was highly sexy to watch: and it kept her cunt twisting from side to side in a way that sent the customers wild!
Another trick of hers was for the man to be sitting upright in a short-backed armchair. The Palomino would take a short run from behind him, and do a rolling dive over the top of his head to land neatly with her hands on the arms of the chair, balancing upside down. Before the man could make a move, her loins would have moved back towards his head, and he would find himself imprisoned by her slim thighs, with his face buried in her pretty cunt: and at the same time her head would move down to let her take his prick into her mouth: and in this unconventional position they would carry out a wild 69 that had them both shuddering and squirming as they came.
Oh, she was full of energy, my little Palomino! Imagine yourself lying happily on your back, Max, with this little darling humping away on top of you, and her torso bent right back so that you can play with her breasts. Suddenly, she's gone!. though he's still on your prick, and still working away at you. You can feel your pelvis being shaken from side to side. (that's when she splays her legs right out sideways, one after the other). and the next thing you know, she's lying out along you once more. only this time she's got her back to you! Somehow, she's turned herself round completely while you're still inside her. and she's never missed a beat while she's doing it! Another fantastic attribute of hers was her internal muscle-control. she could contract her vagina so strongly that her partner would find himself being tossed off as though by some soft warm velvety hand. I remember the look of utter amazement once on the face of some new customer we had, who'd never met this sort of thing before. The Palomino had him lying on his back, propped up on pillows. Then she mounted him, sitting facing him, and warned him to stay very still. all she wanted him to do was steady her, by her nipples. The chap looked a bit startled at this: but he was even more surprised when The Palomino opened her legs wide, clasped her ankles one in each hand, and slowly raised her feet into the air till she was balanced in a V shape on his groin, with his prick up her cunt and her legs high in the air above her head. and all he had to do was hold her steady by gripping her hard little coral nipples between thumb and forefinger. which was of course a pleasure. And then she started squeezing rhythmically at his prick by contracting herself inside: and his eyes nearly popped out of his head! But he was no slouch himself. Very carefully, so as not to disturb her balance, he released one nipple and stretched out over her shoulder to bring her lovely mane of honey-coloured hair to the front, making sure that a good 'rope' of hair lay over each shoulder. Then he gathered both strands into one hand. and thus ensured her balance nicely, with one hand free to steal down and tease the defenceless clitoris at the top of The Palomino's gaping quim: and as her pulsing cunt tossed him off with no visible motion, so did his finger frig her into a searing orgasm that drew long-drawn-out squeals of ecstasy from her, to match his sobbing gasps as his spunk thudded home high up in her vagina.
It really is a fantastic gift, Max, to be able to lie on your back, lift your legs up and back, and more or less kneel astride your own shoulders: and if you can do that, well. boy! you're open!! One of our regulars used to go for The Palomino in a big way: and he asked me if he could 'pretend-whip' her with a scourge made of soft, very thin leather laces. it looked most impressive, and made a nice swishing sound, but it took about 20 strokes to make even a small red mark; so I said I had no objection if The Palomino didn't mind. Mind?. she loved it! And I must say it looked most exciting to see this chap flogging away at her open cunt, in this special 'deep-kneel' position, and hear her doing 'pretend-moans' to arouse him. not that the needed arousing in the very least, for the first time he did this with her he came in mid-air while he was whipping her, she looked so beautiful, all doubled up in this incredibly revealing posture, with her pretty cunt wide open and twitching under the soothing caresses of his harmless scourge.
So that was The Palomino. a gay, pretty, uncomplicated girl who would have made somebody a lovely wife. She never gave me a moment's trouble. always good-tempered, always willing, never showing reluctance whatever the customer might demand. She didn't care for pain: and I'm happy to say that all the time I was running the house I managed to arrange that she never went down to the whipping-rooms. and that took some doing, I can tell you, because of course Don Marco would have had my hide if he'd suspected I was denying a $1000 customer what he wanted. But other things count besides money, don't they? The Palomino was good fun: she liked doing incredible, vulgar stunts: and her willingness was part of her attraction. I'm sure that if she'd been made to 'eat leather' down in Algolagnia Alley, she'd have lost her easy carefree attitude. and all her regulars would have been the losers. So I went out of my way to protect her: and she was grateful in return. and showed her gratitude by being one of the best lays any Madam could hope to have in her house.