Chapter 9
Funny, I couldn't understand how Lane could still love me after all the things I did to him. I never thought that love could pass a test like that. I was sure I would never see him again, but I knew if I needed help I could always turn to him, that he would be there. That was a bad thing to do though, so I promised myself never to use his name again. My apartment was under my maiden name, and no one would ever know who I was. I experimented wearing my hair a different way and I dyed it jet black.
I began looking for a job. I answered a few ads, but nothing interested me. I had done so many different kinds of jobs I decided to try something new. One ad was for a barmaid. I fixed myself up as sexy as I could and went to the bar for an interview. I told them I was a few years younger than I was, and that I was single. I told them all lies, but still got the job. The bartender who worked there showed me how to make the drinks and what glasses to put them in. The drinks were hard to remember so he wrote them down for me.
I thought it would be hard, but it wasn't, as most of the customers drank highballs and beer.
I worked along the waterfront. The seamen were very nice, but the longshoremen, that was a different story altogether. What a pack of degenerate slobs they were, nice when they were sober, but after they had had a few drinks their mouths became sewers. They had no respect for a female, and I often wondered what they would do if someone talked to their wives like they talked to me.
One day I found out. One came in with his wife and a friend of his. After awhile his wife asked him if it was time to go yet, with this his friend turned to her and said "Leave him alone you fucking cunt."
She slapped him and then he threw his drink in her face. The only thing that the husband did was to agree with him that she was a cunt. Instead of the wife walking out, she stayed there and waited, not saying another word.
I couldn't believe what I had seen. What kind of world was this turning into.
A few American sailors came in one night and started a hassle and I had to call the police to get them out.
One day a longshoreman grabbed my breast and I gave him a shot in the face, that he wouldn't forget for a while. He looked at me very insulted and asked me who in the hell did I think I was. And I told him. It took me two weeks to regret that I didn't hit him harder.
Once in awhile an English seaman would come in, who appealed to me, and I'd find time when I wasn't too busy to get a kiss or two.
My doctor had told me I could have sex any time I wanted, but it would be painful, as I was still sore inside. I had seamen from every country coming in the place and in the afternoon it was quite deserted as most of them had to work.
One afternoon a beautiful Frenchman came in. He could only speak a few words of English, but somehow or another we were able to communicate with each other. It didn't take him long to kiss me. That went on for awhile. He was very short, but I could tell by the lump in his pants he wasn't short all over. I figured he wasn't circumcised because most Europeans aren't, but why not have fun while I was getting paid for it. After a few kisses he worked his hand in my blouse until he had my breast out and was licking my nipple.
You would think that after the experience I went through, I wouldn't want a man to touch me again, but there I was, just as horny as ever. His hand started to wander up my leg until he was caressing my pussy. I had slacks on that day so it was hard for him to get to the real thing. He opened his fly and out popped his cock, hard and shiny. He put my hand on it and he kept rubbing my box.
I started to jerk him off and he kept at my nipple, grinding his teeth on it and then we heard someone coming down the stairs so we stopped and quickly got ourselves in order.
The place started to get crowded then, and after a bit he left. The next day I wore a wide skirt and no panties. Why should I make things unpleasant for myself.
When he came in there were a few people sitting at the bar, but they left soon. Before the people left, he rubbed my ass every chance he got. And when they did leave he kissed me. I didn't want to give in too easy, so I didn't let him touch my box for awhile. We necked and I let him suck on my breast. I wore a low cut sweater and a jaded half bra, so it was easy to flop my breast out in the open. He was holding them in both hands and rubbing them all over his face while his tongue was working very hard and expertly. I opened his fly and took out his prick. He was clean and it was a pleasure touching him. I pulled the skin back and the head looked so tempting that I couldn't help myself, I had to put it in my mouth. I began licking it, and then I put the whole thing in my mouth. He came almost immediately. He pulled my head away and caught it all in the handkerchief. He put it back in his pants and began to kiss me again, and then he put his hand under my skirt and began to squeeze my cunt. It felt so good to have a man touch me again. He was rubbing my clitoris with one finger and put the tip of another finger inside me. It was raining outside, so there wasn't much chance of anyone coming in for a while. He sat me on the bar and got me in a position that a doctor would for an examination. He separated my pussy and rubbed his lips on me. Then he used his tongue until he got me very hot, after which he began to suck me off as a girl would do to a guy.
If all men knew how to give head like this what a happy world it would be for women. Then he stuck his tongue in and out of my hole. He had a tongue to match his cock, big and fat. When I closed my eyes and he had his tongue all the way in me I felt as if I was getting fucked. When his tongue was all the way in me, he moved it from side to side and wiggled the end of it. What a feeling that was. He was really an expert, and soon I could feel myself coming.
He had to leave town that night, and told me he wouldn't be back for a month. No one that came into the bar appealed to me after that except one Englishman that I used to tease all the time.
One night, just before he was about to leave we went into the storage room to say goodbye. Before I knew it my slacks were down with my panties and I was being screwed. I came almost as soon as he did three strokes, but he didn't know, so I pretended that someone was walking in and I began to put on my things. He never found out that I came. One point for the women.
The weeks went by quickly and soon my Frenchman came back.
The first day I was very busy, but the second day was dead when he came in. We were playing with each other under the bar, where a few people I knew that came in couldn't see us. I asked one of the girls to watch the bar while I went to the ladies room.
My lover followed me upstairs after a few minutes had elapsed. The ladies room was very small, but it did have a lock on the door. He stood me on the toilet bowl and started to eat me as he took off his clothes and mine. He turned me around and fucked me in the ass with his big hot wet tongue. He sure had a strong tongue because he got it all in my asshole. My cunt and my ass were all wet from his hot tongue. Then he sat me down on his lap facing him. He put his big cock in me and we began fucking. What a wonderful prick he had. I was making it go in and out so fast that I made him come quickly. He didn't stop though, he let me continue fucking him. He was still hard as a rock. My insides were straining, I wanted to come so much. He pushed me back off his lap so that only half his cock was in me. And then he pulled me on it forward and back in a position where it rubbed on my man in the boat. After he got me doing the right motion, he put his hand on my ass, and every time I pulled back one finger on each of his hands touched my asshole. My asshole was still wet from his saliva and I opened it all I could. With every stroke I took, his fingers went in a little deeper. When he got his two fingers in completely he alternated pushing one in while pulling the other one out. I kept backing up on his fingers, but he made me stay in the position where I was half off his cock. Then he pushed me so hard that his whole throbbing cock was in me and his fingers were rammed up my ass. Then he started to fuck me. His cock and fingers meeting inside me at the same time he was rubbing his chest on mine and kissing me every place he could. I felt us exploding together then. What a release I had. The most sensational I could ever remember.
Every trip he came in after that we had our afternoon of fun. One day the place was packed and he stood next to me pretending that we were talking while all the time he was finger fucking me. You know the movement some couples make when they dance slow and close. They look as if they were fucking, well we were and no one knew it. I had on a skirt that buttons down the front and I never wore underpants when I knew he was going to be there. He was shorter than I was, so it wasn't hard for him to put his cock in me. People would never believe some of the things we did. Sometimes he would help me carry the beer downstairs and we would have a quickie or a blow job in the storage room. A few months later he decided to go back to France, so I got myself another French lover.
What a disappointment he was. Grinning all the time. I decided that the next time I would try a lover from another country.
One day this big beautiful blonde German came in. And blondes were always my type. We talked like friends for a long time and I could never ask him to take me home for one reason or another. Then one day he asked to take me to breakfast. The restaurant was jammed packed, so I suggested that we have breakfast at my apartment. He agreed right away. After we had our bacon and eggs I put the stereo on and we danced. Then he pushed me away and said "Take off your clothes."
I was very surprised by this method but who was I to argue about sex with a hunk like this. So I did what he told me to do, I took my clothes off. He just walked around me and looked me over. This was a strange one all right.
He started to dance with me again, but this time I could feel his excitement through his pants. As we danced he took off his clothes and rubbed his prick between my thighs. Then he stepped away from me. He asked me if I liked the way his body looked.
I said "Yes, I most certainly do."
Before I knew it I was scooped off my feet and carried to the couch. He started to kiss and suck me all over. Never missing one part of my body. My Frenchman was good, but this one was sensational. He began to fuck me on the couch and then the floor, and leaning over the table. He must have come about four times by then, but he never let up once.
What a man and a half he was. He might have been from Mars for all I knew. If this is what they were like I was going to make reservations for the first trip.
He kept it up until I had come three more times and we decided to go to bed. I don't think that bed meant sleep to him though. As soon as we got to bed, he started all over again. This time he concentrated on my toes and rubbing my thighs. Little by little he worked my legs apart and was sucking on the insides of my thighs. He was playing with my cunt very gently until he got me to the point where I wanted him again. I pulled him up on me until we were like one again. He pulled his body up and away from me so that we could see his cock going in and out of me. He just kept a steady pace, until he seemed as though he was part of me. Then he took it out and began to eat me again.
One night I dragged home a willing body and all I was able to do was fall asleep. There was a Park Avenue playboy who was chasing me constantly, asking me to go on his boat some day. I told my boss I needed a few days off and took the playboy, Ross up on his offer.
He was nothing to look at, but he had money up the ass. Besides, I needed the rest. What was a better way than on a boat.
We left early the next morning and Ross was good enough to let me sleep all day.
When I woke up it was dark outside, so I took a slow shower and put on my best cocktail dress. It was a little yellow wisp of nothing. But yards and yards of it. There were a few other couples on the boat, so it turned out to be a very nice evening. I even had my own room to sleep in with no strings attached.
The second night was another story.
We were on our way back to the dock when Ross said he had some films to show me. Thank goodness it was just him and I. I don't know how he got them but they were of me. I asked him what was the meaning of all this and he said if I didn't pose for him he would give the story to the papers about me and Lane.
I didn't want to hurt Lane anymore, so I agreed to his terms.
I asked him why he was doing this when he had so much money. He laughed and told me all his family had was the name. Even his boat was going to be taken away next week. He said he had always liked me, but money was very important to him at the present time. He said I could cover my face as the main thing he wanted to photograph was my body, and that he couldn't afford to pay a model at this time, at least not a model with a swinging body that he said I had.
All night we took pictures. He had a few wigs for me to wear and a mask to cover my face. He had me pose in various poses with sexy clothes on. Soon the clothes got to be less and less, until I was naked. He took close-ups of my breast at all angles. Then he played with my nipples to get them hard and took close-ups of only the nipples. He worked his way to my belly and took some shots of just my pubic hair. He was just taking stills. I don't know how many times he photographed my pussy. From the front, the back, opened up with one finger sticking in and then two, etc. Even my asshole was interesting to him.
After taking every possible still picture he could think of, he decided to take motion pictures. He said he had to use something else also for these movies. At that point I was willing to go along with anyone as long as it didn't hurt Lane.
He had me pretend I had just gotten home from work and I was very tired. I took off my skirt and blouse and laid down on the bed. I stretched a bit and then took up a book to read. Slowly as I started to read the book, I took off my bra and started to fondle myself. I rubbed my nipples between two fingers until they got hard. Then I started to run my hand up and down my body until I started to masturbate. My hand goes faster and faster until I start to move my hips in desire.
Then Ross tells me to put my hand in my panties, pulling them down as I kept masturbating. I turn on my side then and show the book I am reading. The page is open to the centerfold showing two men with erections. As I reach for something in the drawer the camera takes close-ups of my other hand going in and out of my crotch.
Then I take the dildo I had taken from the drawer and remove my fingers from my cunt. It's kind of big, so I make believe I have a little trouble getting it in. As I keep trying, I'm kissing the guy's balls in the photograph. I ran my tongue along the page and I start to jerk off with the dildo. All of a sudden I look at the door as if someone knocked. I leave the dildo in me, get up and put on a robe. I'm still playing with the dildo as I open the door to see who it is. Ross arranged to have a healthy Spanish guy come to the door.
I followed his instructions then and let the guy at the door see the dildo in me as I opened my robe. He acts confused as I lead him into the room.
According to Ross's instructions I opened the man's pants and took out his pecker. He pushed my head down and I began to suck on it. What a big one he had. It wasn't long but it was so wide I could hardly get it in my mouth.
By then I was so excited from the dildo that I wanted him. As I was blowing him, he took off his clothes. He was very skinny but what a prick, he didn't need anything else. After his clothes were off he worked the dildo for me. We laid down on the bed and he let his other hand roam all over my body.
Ross was so excited then that he came over and began to lick my asshole. I suppose that I was such a sex fiend at heart I was enjoying every minute of it. After Ross got my asshole ready by licking it and putting his fingers in, he put his small dick in. It didn't take him very long to come. He got us in a close-up as the guy pulled out the dildo and put his prick in, or tried to I should say. It was so wide that it didn't fit. All of a sudden he grabbed me by the hips and gave one shove and I was in heaven. I felt filled up with him completely. I knew I would be sore tomorrow, but it sure hurt good now. I loved this guys cock, and every time it got soft, I made it hard again.
Ross didn't mind our lust at all, he got plenty of good shots of sex that night. We were still going at it when the boat docked.
Ross got in on the last one with his little weenie. I don't know how he felt anything with it because I sure didn't. He keeps pumping away which is about ten pushes and then he comes. Ross wanted to go again but the Spanish guy said he would put it up his ass if he did. That chased Ross out of the room. Then Pepi and I had each other one more big wonderful time.
I decided not to go back to the bar to work anymore, as I was getting too well known, and I never liked too many people knowing me, or about me. I told the boss I was sick and needed a long rest. He tried everything to make me stay, but nothing worked. I collected my pay and off I went.
I figured as long as I liked sex so much, I might just as well make a living selling it.
It didn't take me very long to make my first sale. I sat in a bar and got kind of drunk. Some creep was talking to me for about an hour until he finally got around to offering me money. Big sport he offered me twenty dollars. I thought I might as well start small and work my way up. I wound up by giving him a blow job in an alley. He went home happy and I was twenty dollars richer.
After that I took life easy, only worked when I wanted to. I made up my mind never to give it away again. I was making about one hundred tax free dollars without breaking my back, no insults and enjoying most of it. I knew a few taxi drivers that would set me up with a John every once in a while. The customer would give them a few dollars so what I made was all mine. Even had a run of taxi drivers for Johns.
One day though, one of my stupid friends set me up with someone on the vice squad. He caught me with my pants down, as they say. Off to jail I went. Of course, the officer made sure he got a little before I got three days. Can't say I really blame him though, I was very good at my job. I knew I was breaking the law and had to get caught some day.