"Don't talk about hurry. You will have enough time left to suck a couple of more cocks tonight, but I would like to feel your whole body."
"You can grope me as much as you please, but after you I won't look for anyone else tonight."
"You are a funny girl. All right, kneel down and start sucking."
I went down on his cock and gave him few slow strokes. I gave few licks as well. He moaned loudly when I did that. I did it again and again, this made him mad. He started grinding his hips. To my surprise, his hand went between my legs. He gave a quick rub to my pussy and buried his middle finger inside me. It was getting hard to kneel in front of him and do the job.
"How on earth you expect me to kneel when your finger is digging in my pussy?" I asked him.
"Oh, you little devil, you!" he exclaimed happily. "You have a ready answer for every occasion, haven't you?" Well, little darling, I'll take out my finger so that you can kneel down again. See how big and long it is. Isn't it beautiful dong?" Open you r lovely mouth as wide as you can."
"Do you want me to eat it, or suck it?" I could not resist.
"No, no...I want you to lick it very tenderly. Kiss the tip and then go down the shaft with your tongue, take my balls in your mouth and massage my ass and my belly with your fingers, then go up the shaft again with your tongue and suck very slowly."
It was all mine now. This whole marvelous, erect tool was for me to do with as I pleased. It swelled and quivered under my expert caresses. This long, tall flesh pole exuded the smell of a man. I inhaled it deliriously, his strong smell. It was as penetrating as shit, only at that particular moment it was more precious to me than the most delicate perfumes. I squeezed the big knob with my lips, opened my mouth and allowed the whole thing to disappear into my throat.
I let it carefully slide out again and even rubbed the huge tip with my nostrils. Believe it or not, I felt huge spasm in my own quim, but I was smart enough not to show this to my "client". I did not want him to have a feeling that he possessed me; I wanted to have him at a mercy. Slowly I sucked the throbbing penis. His eyes closed and he leaned comfortably back in the easy chair.
His pants were completely unbuttoned and my forehead bobbed against his hairy belly. Aah, I might have served his passion, but surely did not neglect my own. The moment his seed squirted deep into my throat, I too had my orgasm very copiously. I will never forget that delicious climaxing moment and the erotic experience.
He was in seventh heaven. He was a very decent gentleman. He helped me dress and dutifully paid his ten francs. I took ii because I didn't want to disappoint him.
Many honorable, married men get their kicks more because of the payment they hand to the girl of the moment than out of the fact that they had sex. It seems to do something to their ego and I did not want to destroy the good-looking man's simple faith that he had driven a whore to after satisfaction. It does something to them. When they come home to their daily drudgery, to wife who takes them for granted, they can thrive for weeks on the thought that a strange woman was fully satisfied with their prowess. It gives them the strength to withstand the bitchery which usually follows failure in the conjugal bed.
We parted at the hotel entrance. When Andrew returned from Monte Carlo, he told me he had won a rather large sum – thirty thousand francs in fact. He was very please and gave them to me, but I was very happy with my ten francs.