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Subject: {ASSM} (MF cons prostitution) A Friendly Fuck by Anoninsac
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 11:10:02 -0400
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WARNINGS: This story contains material of a sexual
nature. The story depicts consensual sexual activity
between men and women. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Iran, in which it
is illegal for you to know about sex or read sexual
materials immediately delete this from your computer
and scourge yourself with a whip for having any sexual
thoughts. If you are under the age of 18 please
pretend you don't know about sex and continue to get
each other pregnant in increasing numbers so that we
continue to have young single mothers raising
children. Don't learn about safe sex or contraception
as these are tools of the devil. Please do not
masturbate while reading this story in public places
as this can excite the authorities into rash conduct
and result in grave consequences for you.


                A Friendly Fuck

I needed to get laid. No really. I'm not just saying
that. I really did need to get laid. Sometimes Missy
Thumb and her four sisters just aren't good enough. 

It was a Saturday afternoon when I realized I had to
do something about the condition. Not a lot of options
available on a Saturday afternoon. So I jumped into
the car and headed up the hills toward Carson City. It
was a nice fall day, not too hot and not too cold.
Typical California autumn weather. It was still two
months before it would rain again. I headed up Hwy 50
enjoying the scenery. 

In two-and-a-half hours I was heading east out of
Carson City and toward paradise, Kit Kat Lane, where
three Nevada ranches, read brothels, cat houses,
houses of ill repute, were. Sagebrush, Kitty's and the
Kit Kat. Hot and cold running women all willing to
make the beast with two backs. Hot and nasty women if
that's your thing or demur and sweet babes if you
like. Here you go guys, come and get it! Dog style!
Hog style! Frog style! What's your pleasure? I was
feeling the anticipation in my loins. The blood was
heading south as I got closer. Turning onto Kit Kat my
heart started to beat a little faster.

I pulled into the parking lot about 5 p.m. and parked
in front of the Sagebrush. I pressed the buzzer and
the gate opened. Up the walkway and into the parlor.
There were 5 ladies in the line up. I always hate the
line up. I feel naked knowing these ladies are all
waiting for me to choose. As soon as the maid named
the girls, not one name of which I heard or could
remember, I thanked the ladies and said, "I just had a
long drive. I hope you ladies don't mind but I'd like
to sit down for a minute." 

Several looked slightly disappointed but quickly moved
off. I wandered over to the bar, ordered a drink and
sat down. A minute later a statuesque redhead sat down
next to me. 'Damn,' I thought. 'She's got to be six
feet tall. Whoa. I'll need a rope and climbing boots.'

"Hi," she said. "My name's Cherry."

"Like on a banana split?" I asked and quickly realized
how lame that sounded. She was nice enough to laugh.

"Want to take a tour?"

Man that is one quick hustle. I'm two sips into my
Coke and she's trying to get me on a tour. The dreaded
question. A tour meant heading for her room and
negotiations. I hate negotiations. But I wasn't going
to get laid unless I did. "Sure." I followed her out
of the parlor and toward her room. Once in the room we
sat on the bed.

"What would you like to do?" she asked.

"Half-and-half. Some mutual warm ups. Mutual French.
Maybe some cuddling after. I'd like about an hour."

"We don't negotiate time here," she answered.

I laughed. "Yeah, I know. I don't care how we
negotiate as long as the speaker doesn't say 'times
up' until the hour has gone by." She gave me THE look.
Uh-oh. She's pissed.

"I could do that for six hundred." 

I sat there for the longest time. I was kind of
stunned. One hour for six hundred dollars? That had to
be a negotiating ploy. She couldn't be serious. "Well.
I only brought four hundred," which happened to be
true.

"I could give you a straight half-and-half for that.
No touching, no oral."

I'm thinking to myself, she can't be serious. The
parlor was empty. Jesus. I'm about to get walked and I
don't know why. "No. I'm sorry. I guess I need to
leave." She shrugged her shoulders and walked me back
to the parlor. I walked straight out the door like a
whipped pup. Shit, I have never been walked before. I
took a Goddamn shower. I brushed my teeth. What in the
hell went wrong? Well, hell with that. I started
walking over toward Kitty's with a renewed purpose. 'I
am going to get laid.' Press the buzzer. The manager
opened the door and greeted me warmly. "Welcome to
Kitty's."

"Thank you," Oh yes. This is a lot better. My eyes
adjusted to the low light. There were maybe ten ladies
sitting or standing around the room. Tall, short,
blonde, brunette, Asian and Black. A cornucopia of
feminine pulchritude. I spotted an open chair and
settled in. The ladies were discreetly sizing me up
but they left me alone for a few minutes, which
allowed me to get my bearings. A nice looking Asian
lady came over to give me the parlor hustle. Just as
she's sitting down I spotted someone across the room.
'I know that face.' I turned to the lady who just sat
down and asked, "Who's that in the red teddy?"

She looked faintly annoyed since I didn't even let her
get started on her spiel. "That's a new girl,
Cinnamon." 'I know her' I say to myself. I was staring
that way so I think Miss hustle decided to give up.
She walked over to Cinnamon and said something.
Cinnamon looked my way, smiled at my stare and came
over to sit down. "Hi. Do I know you?"

"Well not really."

"Not really? How do you know someone not really?" she
asked smiling.

"We've never met," I answered. She looked at me like I
wasn't finished. She was right. "Maybe we could go to
your room." 

She hesitated a second then decided, "Yes, let's."
Once in her room she sat on the bed while I took a
chair. "Ok. What's the story?"

"You're Fionna." She looked shocked.

"How do you know my real name?"

"You sent me your picture but we've never met."

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Mike."

"Mike?" she asked. "Mike from the chat board?" I shook
my head yes. She jumped up and pulled me up and
planted a kiss. A whew kinda kiss that had my toes
curling. "Let's party!" she said.

"I can't," I mumbled.

"What? You're in a whorehouse. Why not?"

"Well you're a friend. I mean even though we haven't
met. You're a friend." I said looking down at my
shoes.

She put her hands on my face lifted it up and looked
deeply into my eyes. "You can't have sex with a
friend? Is that what you're saying? Who better to have
sex with than a friend?"

"Well yes, I suppose. But not like this." 

Still looking into my eyes she said, "Mike. I want to
fuck you and you are going to fuck me." I felt the
electricity run from my brain down to my toes and back
up and settle in the groin. It immediately started to
respond. "Give me your money." I was lost. I opened my
wallet took out my cash and stuffed it into her hands.
She counted it and said, "This is plenty. We can have
a hell of a party." She kissed me again and went off
the book the party. I sat back in the chair not
knowing what else to do. She was back in no time. 

"Let's get your clothes off." She pulled me up and
started undoing the buttons on my shirt.

"Wait," I said. "Christ. I don't even know what I'm in
for."

"I decided. Now you just do what I say," she said
massaging me through my slacks. Oh God. Feeling her
hand rubbing my erection I knew I couldn't have
stopped now if I wanted. When the dick gets hard the
mind gets soft. I grabbed her and kissed her. A
passionate kiss. She answered fully. Before I knew it
I was nude and lying on the bed. She stood beside the
bed and slowly stripped out of her red teddy. Mr.
Willie was bouncing in unison with my heartbeat. 

Before long she was naked and laying on top of me. We
kissed and kissed some more. She started working her
way south. Oh GOD, yes. Fionna started running her
tongue over my rod. "Hmmm," she said. "We're going to
need a Magnum aren't we?" 

I smiled at her, "Trying for a tip?"

"Oh no," she said wickedly. "I want more than the tip.
I want it all." She plunged her mouth down over me.
Christ it was wonderful. She sucked and tongued and
stroked me until I was going crazy. 

"Oh stop. I'm going to cum." I pleaded.

"Can you get hard again?" she asked.

"Well yes." And she plunged back onto me. Before I
knew it I was spurting and moaning. She slowly milked
the last of my orgasm from me as my breathing slowed.
I lay completely drained. 

I slowly opened my eyes to a smiling face. "Did that
feel good?"

"More than I could ever say." I pulled her next me and
we lay together as I slowly stroked her side and back.
We cuddled, me basking in the afterglow of a
mind-blowing orgasm. 

I'm not sure how long we were like that. But Fionna
started to nuzzle my neck. Too soon I thought. But her
lips were magical and I felt the blood start to run
again. I turned to her and we kissed a long sensuous
kiss. I turned her onto her back and started to trail
my tongue over her neck and down to her breasts. I
licked and nipped and sucked all around her breasts
avoiding her nipples. I watched as they crinkled and
grew and deepened in color. I started to lightly lick
her nipples and she moaned deep in her throat. Running
my hands over her breast I sucked on the other nipple
covering it in wetness. Back and forth I licked and
sucked and fondled, as she became more aroused. I
started to lick across her belly and down to the
triangle of Venus. Teasing her, I almost licked her
there then headed down her leg. All the way down I
fondled and licked her foot sucking her toes. Back up
and once again skipped past the ultimate goal. Back
and forth as I could feel her desire build. 

Suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled me into her
crotch. I stuck out my tongue and buried it into her.
I started rapidly working her labia and clitoris. I
could feel and taste her juices running freely. She
was bucking up against me. When she was building
toward a climax I stopped and rose up over her until I
was at the gate of paradise. I settled into her
feeling the walls of her vagina slowly encasing me. I
plunged deep into her. When our bodies met I could
feel myself rubbing up against her. I felt her getting
wetter and wetter. I started the age-old rhythm of
sex. Deep strokes followed by shallow strokes,
alternating fast and slow strokes. Raising up so that
I was rubbing against her clitoris followed by deep
strokes so I was rubbing my pubis against her
clitoris. She was fast building toward her climax and
began to encourage me, faster, faster. I followed her
and we began to move faster and faster. She was
bucking against me, her eyes closed and her hands
grasping my butt pulling me deeper with each stroke.
We were both gasping for air and sweating. Our bellies
made a lewd slapping sound as they came together and a
sucking sound as they parted. 

"Oh GOD, Jesus I'm Cumming!" she screamed. I felt her
contract around me and felt my own seed releasing. I
felt my contractions as I exploded for the second
time.  Our motions slowed and finally subsided. I lay
on her drained as she ran her hands over my back. I
slowly lost vigor and finally slipped out. "Oh," she
said, "I lost you."

"No," I responded. "You completely drained me. There's
nothing left to stay inside." She giggled. I rolled
off and we cuddled not saying much, just basking in
the afterglow. I could feel her warmth against my skin
from my toes to my lips.

I started to laugh. "What?" she asked.

"I was just thinking how close I came to missing
this," I said still chuckling.

She was looking at me curiously. "Huh?"

"I stopped at the Sage first. I saw this tall redhead.
You know I have a thing for redheads. Anyway she took
me to her room and asked for six hundred for a
one-hour party. I almost choked. If she had been
reasonable I'd be over there right now. I guess I
should stop by on the way out and thank her. If she
hadn't walked me I would have missed this," I laughed.

"Mike, you do that and I'll kick your ass," Fionna
said seriously. "She'd be pissed at you and pissed at
me."

"I know, I know. I won't. But it would be sweet
payback just the same."

"You quit worrying about payback and start getting
ready again," she said with a mischievous twinkle. "We
have lots of positions to try. Let's see how many we
can do."

I smiled and rolled toward her. When a woman wants it,
a smart man cooperates with the inevitable. 

I don't remember much else distinctly. It has become a
blur of hedonistic pleasure in my memory. I left
smiling and so drained I barely made it back home. The
smile didn't leave me for days. I learned a very good
lesson though. Eye candy is fine for dreams but
there's no fuck like a friendly fuck.


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