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Business Studies 12
By Katzmarek
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Author's Note.
This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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(Part 12)
It's very cramped in the little bunkroom. Bolted to the hull
around the fold-down beds are bins and cupboards for the
trawler's food supplies. They intrude into the available space,
leaving an aisle about a foot wide for access to the toilet in
the bow.
Below the bed on which Jonno sits naked, expectant, is another
food locker upon which webbing is attached for extra stowage. Two
leather straps hang down from the bed to permit the sleeper to
secure themselves during a storm.
I want to make love to Jonno, but its worse in here than a car
parked behind the boat ramps. It's difficult to arrange yourself
without something digging into you or bumping you on the head.
It seems to me the most practical way is to sit on him backwards.
My feet placed in the aisle, leaning a little forward to dodge
the top locker projecting a foot and a half above my head.
I look suspiciously at a stop valve hanging down from the head in
front of me. It's part of the high pressure water system for the
fire hoses. If I get too carried away it'll leave an awful bruise
on my head. How Jonno can move around down here at sea without
maiming himself on something is beyond me.
I turn around and back up, sliding my bottom along his thighs.
Jonno gives a sharp intake of breath and strokes my smooth
cheeks. His cock nestles in my cleft and I give my arse a wiggle.
Sliding along his length my pussy transfers it's slippery
lubrication onto his long fat member.
I tease him for a while. He's breathing faster and faster,
groaning, caressing my back, thighs and arse. I reach down to my
jeans lying in the aisle and retrieve the little packet of
condoms.
"It's only a three-pack," I smile, handing them to him.
"Tha's alrigh'..." he strains out.
He struggles with the packet for a moment before biting it open
with his teeth. By the time he has it open, I'm laughing at his
desperation.
"Don't bite a hole in it!" I caution.
But in the end he's careful and rolls the thing down over
himself. I spread my legs as much as possible and, grabbing the
valve for support, lower myself carefully down onto the head of
his cock.
"Alright if I hold this?" I ask him.
"Yes... doesn't matter... no pressure... pump's not going..."
"Kay!"
It's certainly stretching me. I work his head carefully inside
me, lowering myself in stages, working his length in slowly.
Jonno tries to pull me down, anxious to get up me as far as he
can.
"Wait! Let me do it!" I tell him.
I move up and down on him, about half to three quarters of the
way down. It's about all I can manage comfortably at the moment.
With one hand I massage my clitoris, trying to increase the
stimulation. This way, this angle, his cock just misses my sweet
spot.
It still feels great though, all hard and hot against my velvety
walls now slippery with lubrication.
I know Jonno's instinct is to jam that thing as far up me as he
can. I can feel it in his straining fingers on my hips, itching
to grab me and pull me down.
"You... uh... alright baby?" I ask.
"Yeah... good..."
Breasts bobbing on my chest I start to speed up. I diddle with
myself faster and faster.
"Like... ah... fucking me... oh... babe?"
"Yes... oh yes..." he croaks, "oh God!"
I bob faster on him, holding the valve for support and keeping it
away from my head. My legs ache, I change to a circular movement
around his tool to give myself a little rest. Jonno's arse has
slid forward to balance precariously on the edge of the bed. His
arms strain trying to pull both our weights up to a safer
position.
"Let me up," he says urgently, " the metal bar's killing me."
The bed frame has a metal handrail along the edge, it's digging
into the small of his back. I pull up off him and study the
problem. Jonno has an idea born out lust and desperation and
takes the initiative. Standing, he takes me and lays me down over
the bottom locker, over the webbing. I'm just able to pull my
feet up onto his shoulders before he's feeding his cock back
inside me.
"Easy now... uh... not too hard..." I instruct him.
Bending over me, he has his legs arranged somehow in the aisle.
He's supporting his body with his arms. I'm practically bent
double, however, and feel vulnerable and exposed. A little tingle
of fear courses through my body, I've no way to control the
action, I'm totally at his mercy.
"I want you," he murmurs and thrusts his cock in.
I gasp, partly in fear, partly in surprise at the sudden
intrusion.
With one hand he grabs my breast and squeezes around the nipple
hard enough to hurt a little.
"Ow... not so... Ooh..."
He thrusts in again, firmly, pushing the air out of my lungs. I
try to push myself up but can't, I'm well and truly pinned down.
"Not so rough..."
But he's not listening anymore, he's now in charge.
"You're mine..." he whispers.
(How old fashioned!)
And thrusts steadly, pushing himself up further and further.
"No wait... Ooh... uh... yes... uh..."
I can feel his hard pubic bone banging into my clitoris sending
sparks of sensation rippling through my body. My hands grab him
by the hips, feeling the pulsing of his muscles as he pounds
away.
An orgasm jolts me, not a rolling series of spasms but a short
sharp explosion of feeling. I wail through clenched teeth,
uncaring if the whole dockside is listening in.
Jonno, though, keeps going right through it. My body stiffens and
squirms but still he doesn't slacken the pace.
"You like me fucking you?"
"Yes... oh yes..." I gasp, "fuck me..."
"You like my... big... hard... cock?" he emphasises the words
with hard thrusts.
"Yes... OH... keep... UH... going..."
I can barely get the words out, I feel so desperate, desperate
for his cock, for his body. He growls, his pounding gets faster
and faster, his face screws up to a mask of animal lust. He puts
his hands on my shoulders to keep me from being driven backwards
into the steel wall. My feet slip off his shoulders and flail in
the air as he brings himself to conclusion.
"OH..." he hollers and thrusts his tool hard inside and holds it
there, as if he's trying to impregnate me.
Again he slams me as he releases another load of potential
Italians into the condom. Once more, then a forth time until,
with a groan he collapses on top on me.
My body's spent and numb in places. A dull ache manifests itself
between my shoulder blades where I've apparently been lying on a
metal webbing buckle. I wrap my arms around the sweaty body
crushing me. I just want to hold him regardless of my physical
discomfort.
My mind is all confusion mixed with that languid feeling.
'What on earth has just happened here?' I ask myself.
I get the feeling that a door has just been opened.
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Afterwards, we dress in silence, smiling to each other in an
embarrassed fashion. I don't think Jonno understands what just
happened either.
We decide that a shower is necessary and Jonno suggests the
Trawlermen's Club down the quay. Apparently they have facilities
for the fishermen to use.
"And friends?" I ask.
"If you're with a member."
We smile at the unintentional pun.
After a short walk down the pier, holding hands regardless of the
spectators, we come to an old building. From the lobby, doors
lead off to a smokey bar, upstairs, there are apparently rooms to
rent.
"Why didn't we rent one of those?" I ask him, "it'd be a damn
sight more comfortable than the boat."
"Didn't think of it," he replies, "come, the showers are through
here."
We go through into the shower area. Each stall has it's own
changing room so there's complete privacy. At least there's no
fat fishermen walking around with towels around their middles.
The place is deserted. Everyone who wanted a shower has had one
and are now propping up the bar across the lobby.
We slip into the end stall and slide the bolt across. Jonno's
fetched a couple of towels and a bar of soap from the locker. You
apparently drop the linen in a laundry basket on the way out.
"Full service!" I tell him.
"Yes, everything's here. After three weeks at sea you want it all
laid on. Afterwards we can get dinner in the bar, if you're
interested?"
"What about Mama?"
"I'll call her."
"You'd rather have dinner with me?"
He nods and gives me a kiss. Somehow that seems like the nicest
thing anyone has ever said to me.
We get undressed, again, Jonno insists on undoing my bra. As he
adjusts the water I find the opened packet of condoms in my back
pocket and put them within easy reach, just in case.
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When I get home, it's two in the morning and the packet is empty.
Actually, we could have done with a refill.
After soaping and stroking each other in the shower, we made love
again, from behind this time. Jonno was much more more gentle and
we stopped and rested often. We must have spent about three
quarters of an hour under that shower before we finally emerged.
Famished, we went into the bar for dinner. The dining area was
off in a separate area and under 18's were allowed providing they
were accompanied by an adult.
The food was mostly Italian and Greek, reflecting the ethnic
backgrounds of most of the fishermen. Decorating the walls were
pictures of Greek isles, Italian fishing villages and various
memorabilia. At the far end hung the Greek and Italian flags and,
curiously the stars and stripes. Jonno said it was a gift from
some sister Greek Association in New York.
Near us on the wall were a couple of old photos. One was of a
group of Greek soldiers with bandoliers draped haphazardly over
their shoulders. The other, an Italian pilot stood proudly by his
fighter displaying a row of 'victories' painted below the
cockpit. Underneath, probably scratched on the negative, were the
words, 'C Campanella... MC 202,' in white.
Seeing me looking at them, Jonno says,
"Mario's father... Mario owns two boats... his father was an air
ace... that's his plane. MC 202 is the type of aircraft,
Macchi-Castoldi 202 if I remember correctly."
"The Greeks and Italians were on different sides in world war 2,
weren't they?"
"Yes... Mussolini invaded but the Greeks gave him a kicking. They
had to call in the Germans. Down through the last 2000 odd
years," he continues, "we've always been friends and enemies.
Like neighbours everywhere we occasionally get sick of the sight
of one another."
The meal was wonderful. Lots of gazing into each other's faces,
oblivious to the other diners. Lot's of touching and holding of
hands. Over icecream and chocolate sauce, Jonno suggested we get
a room upstairs for a while and I readily agreed. That's where we
finally ran out of condoms.
It was around 1.30am when Jonno called a cab for me. We'd been
watching a movie while snuggled up in bed, some silly thing with
subtitles. I didn't want to leave, I'd have been quite happy to
have woken up in his arms, but I knew mum would have a fit.
I had called her earlier to let her know I wasn't going to be
home for dinner and she'd told me not to stay out too late
because I had school in the morning. She'd need a good
explanation.
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I sleep through the alarm and mum shakes me awake. I mumble that
I'm sick and I'm not going to school today. She shakes her head
and leaves me alone.
When I look at the time again, it's nearly lunch. The house is
empty, both my parents are at work, and I find a note on the
kitchen counter.
'Have rung school for you. You'd better have a good excuse when I
get home,' signed, 'mum.'
The phone rings soon after, it's mum.
"Where the hell did you get to. You haven't been drinking have
you?"
"No," I say, but she ignores me and continues.
"... because I'm not having my daughter being pulled out of some
shitty bar and brought home at 2 in the morning by the police..."
"I didn't..."
"You are SO grounded my girl. I've tolerated you seeing Nick
Apostolakis and getting up to Christ knows what with him and that
crazy Rachael, but this is the end of it. Do you hear me?"
"Mum, I..."
"You're keeping you legs firmly crossed from now on..."
"MUM!"
"...until you're out of my hair. And I mean it! If you blow your
exams..."
"I won't!"
"... don't expect any help from your father and I. I won't have
you slut yourself around the port..."
"Mum, for Christs sake..."
"...like a common whore, Beatie. You're keeping away from the
boats, from Apostolakis, or you can find somewhere else to live,
DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Yes."
There's no use arguing with her when she's like this. The phone
clicks finally and I feel devastated. I didn't think she'd blow
up like this, I guess it's been building for quite a while.
Angela calls during lunch recess.
"Where are you, they told me you were sick, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..." I tell her what happened.
"Oopsie, I guess you'd better lay low for a while."
"Yeah, I'd better. I was going to anyway until after the exams."
"Yeah, well, take care, I'll ring you later, bye."
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I ring Jonno.
"What're you up to?"
"Busy victualling, you?"
I explain about the phone call from mum.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept you so late."
"I wouldn't have gone, Jonno. I wanted to stay with you."
"I need to get back to you. The tinned stuff has just arrived...
Beatie?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
I found myself repeating the words back to him before he hangs
up. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. It's good in a way that
he'll be gone for three weeks. It'll give me time to think as
well as complete my exam preparation.
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ANGELA CONTINUES.
I get off the phone after calling Tee at home. It sounds like
she's going very keen on that fisherman guy. I hope it blows
over.
It's not that I'd deny her any happiness or anything. No, it's
just that it'll change everything. For one, she'll become less
interested in hanging out with me. Two, I have plans for us, I
don't imagine she'd be interested in setting up a little business
with me with her man in tow. And thirdly, I'm not sure she's
picked the right one. I've never met him but, from what Tee tells
me, he's hardly her intellectual equal.
What will they talk about after the fucking's done? Fish? Really,
they don't seem to have much in common besides a taste for sex.
Does she really want to be popping out kids every year and
cramming a marriage into the little time he spends ashore? I
guess that'll take care of the conversation anyway, they'd have
no time for anything except a quick fuck and a wave goodbye.
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I don't have to worry about exams, unlike Tee. I'm not going to
go to University so I just have an internal assessment.
The year is winding down and school will be finished for good.
The seniors, who are sitting exams are starting to drift away on
study leave. For those of us left behind we pretty much please
ourselves.
Some of the kids are going off to job interviews, others don't
even bother showing up. Tee is taking study classes, she's really
desperate to get good marks.
It's also party season. Time for old friends to say goodbye to
each other as they go their separate ways. I get lots of
invitations but I turn most of them down. Most will be no more
than drinking contests, beach binges or a big club hop. Some
groups have hired out restaurants and although I can afford it,
I'd rather keep my money.
I have quite a healthy bank account now, around $4000. Most of it
came from Jorge and the rest from jobs I've done. I make sure to
save everything I can, I'm not going to live in poverty and
struggle like my mother.
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I had an interesting offer from Jorge the other day. On Friday
night he suggested we go on a double date.
I've no idea what he means by that, except a business buddy of
his wants to check out a club with us. He's apparently bringing
along a Chinese girl called Ming, Maung or Mung, something like
that.
Why is it always Friday? I guess it's because he has a standing
excuse with his wife that covers him only for that day. I've no
idea what it is, I suppose she thinks he's going out with the
boys or something.
I couldn't be married to someone like Jorge, all that deceit and
bullshit! If I was ever to marry and my husband started having
affairs and stuff, well he'd be history, I can tell you.
There was this woman who drove our school bus, like for years.
She was Dutch, I think and her husband was Irish. Anyway I used
to sit up the front and we'd have these really deep
conversations. She told me one day that she knew her husband was
having affairs, they'd discussed it! She said that she didn't
mind because she knew he'd always come back to her. That is SO
weird!
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Ok, it's Friday and I meet the other couple. Jorge picks me up in
his car by the park as usual and the others are already sitting
in the back.
I shake hands with them, his name is Mateo, hers is Mok. I
immediately start talking to the girl and Jorge suggests I swap
places with Mateo.
Jorge and he start talking in Portugese and I can't understand a
word so I ask Mok about herself.
She's from Vienam, born in a little village by a big river called
the Mekong. Her English is heavily accented but I understand her
quite well.
Mok wears more make-up than I would. Around her eyes she has
purple eyeliner, it looks really cool on her. In fact her face
looks like it's been done by a real professional.
She's wearing a low cut cocktail dress, white with a slit up the
side. She hasn't got that much up top and she's really slender
and quite short. I'd have guessed she was about 14 but she tells
me she's 26! I'm lousy at guessing people's ages.
"Did you get here by boat?" I ask.
"Boeing," she replies, smiling embarrassingly.
Well, hell, I don't know. I thought they were ALL boatpeople.
"What do you do?"
"Hostess," she tells me.
Ok, I get it now, probably one of Jorge's employees. I figure
Jorge's pal is visiting from Brazil and asked him to provide a
little entertainment.
"Do you work for Jorge?" I ask her.
"No, Mrs Sally... at Afterhours Club."
Ok, that's Jorge's place alright, she probably things he's just
another customer.
"You hostess too?" she asks.
"Part time," I tell her.
"Ahh... You very pretty... you get many customers?"
"Just the one, " I tell her, "but I'm thinking of expanding."
She giggles at that.
"I think you meet many men, many RICH men. They like western
girl... your hair..." she says pointing, "it's real?"
I nod.
"No bottle," I explain.
"No bottle?" she repeats, "that's nice... very nice."
Around her neck is a pendant with a gold cross. It surprises me a
bit, what would a good Christian girl be doing in this game?
"Are you Catholic?" I ask.
She immediately touches the pendant and nods.
"And you're ok with this?" I ask her.
She looks puzzled.
"With what?"
"With going to church and then going with men."
She still looks confused and shrugs her shoulders. I guess that's
all the answer I'm going to get.
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We go to this flashy nightclub, it's all polished steel and
mirrors, real retro. All the patrons seemed to be older although
some of the women look pretty young. The music is seventies
disco, they even have a bloody mirror ball, 'cack!'
All these old guys bopping around to the Bee Gees is almost as
much as I can stand. Jorge wants to get up and dance but there's
no way I'm joining that lot. Fortunately he understands and sits
with me at the table with my vodka, lime and lemonade.
Mok's not shy and she and Mateo get up and jig around to 'night
fever.' She moves very well, sort of slinky and real sensual. She
kind of teases Mateo with pouts and jiggles and the guy is
practically drooling. She sure knows her stuff.
We can't talk much, the music is ear-splitting. Those old farts
must be practically deaf by now anyway so I guess they don't
care.
It is SO gross in here, the only reason I don't turn and run is
Mok. She just looks so beautiful and sexy sliding around to the
cornball music. When they come back to the table for a rest,
she's all glowing from perspiration. Her hair is a little mussed
up and she's breathing heavily from the dancing and excitement.
"You dance?" she asks.
"NO!" I say emphatically, "not for all the sheep in Australia."
"It's fun!"
"Like cutting yourself shaving your legs!"
She laughs and pulls me up by the arm.
"Come, you and me... let's go!"
I'm protesting all the way as she drags me up towards the dance
floor. The bass rattles my teeth, the screech of Donna Summer
'feeling love' hurts my eardrums. I try and shut it all out and
just focus on the snaking girl in front of me.
She claps and shakes and urges me on with coquettish expressions
and 'come on' eyes. Her enthusiasm is infectious and I try and
match her movements. Mok turns around and steps back, pushing her
cute little arse into me, grabs my hands and pulls them around
her waist. The next thing we are doing this little grinding act
and laughing away. I can't see Jorge or Mateo past the glare but
I bet their eyes are popping and they're shifting uncomfortably
in their seats.
When we return, we sit next to our respective dates. Jorge gives
me a big smooch and smiles at me with delight. Mateo gives Mok a
civil kiss on the cheek and says,
"Delightful my dear, thank you,"
... in his South American accent.
They must think we're only putting on a show for their benefit.
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Afterwards we all go back to Mateo's hotel. It's one of those
modern and expensive one's on the beachfront. He has a suite on
the top floor with beautiful views of the harbour and city. Mateo
orders some champagne and we sit out on the balcony until the
Brazilians start complaining about the cold breeze. I guess if
you were born near the equator it would seem pretty cold here.
Inside are a couple of sofas in an L shape with a long, low table
in the middle. Jorge and I snuggle together on one, Mateo and Mok
on the other.
"Are you having a good time?" Jorge asks me.
"Yes, thank you."
"Good," he says then kisses me.
We're soon in a clinch and playing tongues. Jorge's hand finds my
tit and squeezes me through my little top. As he nuzzles my neck,
I look across at Mateo and Mok. He has his hand up the slit in
her dress and is slowly Frenching her. Her hand rests on his
upper thigh, almost rubbing his dick.
Mok shifts onto his lap and he resumes feeling her up. She sort
of lap dances on his dick with her cute buns.
My attention is dragged back as Jorge starts to lift my top. I
pull it over my head and he caresses my breasts over my bra. Mok
is giggling as Mateo pulls up her dress and paws her lace
knickers.
I feel a little self-conscious when Jorge pulls off my bra. I
know his friend is watching my boobs bob into view, I can sense
his eyes on me as he strokes Mok's little arse.
Mateo pushes Mok to her feet saying,
"Strip, strip..."
Jorge does the same with me and joins in the chorus. Mok looks
around at me laughing and begins this slinky dance. She winks at
me before slowly sliding the straps of her dress down her arms.
She backs into me and we bump arses, we face each other as Mok
wriggles her tush at Mateo.
I start to undo my tight pants, carried along by the moment.
Mok's cocktail dress pools on the floor and she steps out of it,
dancing around. As I lower my pants to the floor I wriggle my
butt at Jorge, copying Mok's routine.
Wearing nothing but panties and a smile, Mok places her hands on
my shoulders and appraises me.
"Nice body," she tells me.
I look at her's also. She has tiny little tits with large erect
nipples that stand out like wheel nuts. They jiggle a little as
she moves and they look real cute. Her tummy is flat and her
small arse is entirely in proportion to the rest of her. By the
way her G-string-type panties cut sharply up, she's obviously
trimmed or shaved, not a whisp of pubic hair.
Her skin, though, is so smooth and brown. Not at all like my pale
pink variety. I think she's a real classic Asian beauty.
We back up towards our respective men and jiggle our butts in
their faces some more. Mateo grabs Mok's panties and slides them
down with lots of groping, feeling amd kisses on her butt. She
has a little string of black hair trailing up from her slit.
Jorge jerks down my knickers in one swift movement and I fall
backwards into his lap. A hand immediately cups me between the
legs, a thumb presses down onto my clit. I stretch back giving
Jorge access to my breasts and he obliges by kissing and sucking
them.
Mateo has got Mok lying down along the sofa. He's kneeling on the
floor lavishing attention on her little body with hands and
tongue. She winks again at me, which I catch over the top of
Jorge's head.
My man meanwhile, is massaging my pussy with his palm and fingers
setting me grinding against his hand. I'm SO ready to fuck!
"Let's go to the bedroom," Mateo announces, pulling Mok up by the
hand.
"Come," says Jorge, pushing me up.
"Us too?" I ask him.
"Why not?" he says and I shrug.
This should be interesting!
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We follow Mateo and Mok through to the next room. The bed is
large, a king size I think, and a bedside lamp provides the only
illumination. Mateo guides Mok to the bed and she stretches out
on her back, legs spread a little. She watches casually as Mateo
undresses.
I can hear Jorge undoing his clothes behind me. I'm uncertain
what to do, whether I'm supposed to lie beside Mok or what.
Jorge nudges me forward towards the bed. Mok takes my hand and
shifts over to give me room. As I lie beside her she puts my arm
around her neck and smiles. She winks and says,
"You very nice boobies... can I touch?"
"Sure," I answer, not knowing where this is going.
So is all this just a girl/girl setup for the guy's
entertainment? Maybe they get dessert after we've made out. I'm
not comfortable about this at all.
How much did Jorge say he'd pay me for this? He only told me
there'd be a little extra in it.
Jorge's down to his underpants.
"How much are you paying me Jorg'?" I ask him.
"This is not the time to discuss..."
"Yes it is... how much?"
He shrugs,
"Maybe 500?" he says.
"Maybe 6," I tell him.
"Ok, 600 then. You rob me, you bitch," he says, but he's smiling.
I know there's plenty more where that came from.
"Hey!" Mok protests.
"And her?" I ask Jorge.
"She's paid by the hour," Jorge explains.
"It's only fair that you pay her the same," I tell him.
"But I can't do that," he complains," the other girls..."
"What others, how many girls have you got tucked away?"
The Brazilians have a brief conversation in Portugese.
"Ok," says Jorge, eventually, "he'll pay..."
"In advance."
"Really, you don't trust me?"
"Business," I tell him.
He shrugs and retrieves his wallet from his jacket. Actually I've
found these guys like flashing their money, I knew he'd have a
big roll on him.
He and Mateo peel off $600 each from their rolls in nice crisp
100's and pass them to us. Mok is delighted and stares bog-eyed
at me and the money.
"You very good," she whispers.
"You've got to know when to negotiate," I explain.
Mateo liked what he was getting and didn't want to miss out.
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Mok hugs me, giggling playfully. I can feel the twin pricks of
her stiff nipples as she presses herself against my chest.
The bed bounces as Jorge gets on behind me. He immediately starts
stroking my arse, pushing his fingers between my legs. Mok
watches Mateo walk around to her side and as he stands next to
her, she holds his prick in her hand and slowly wanks it.
Jorge nudges me onto my back and kisses me hard on the mouth. His
hand goes back to my pussy and continues to massage me. I reach
for his cock and finger the bulb in the way he likes.
There's a shifting in the bed and looking across I see Mok
sitting up sucking Mateo's cock. He has his hand around her head,
guiding the pace.
Jorge wants some of that too and turns onto his back. I get
between his legs and begin to lick his cock and balls. Next to
me, Mateo gets on the bed also and Mok does the same to him. We
both work on our men subconsciously keeping pace with each other
until Mok taps me on the shoulder. I look up,
"Swap?" she says and I grin devilishly.
Mateo is not bad looking and about ten years younger then Jorge.
Anyway, he seems way more fitter then the older guy.
Mok shuffles across behind me, unnecessarily feeling my tit in
the process. I think she genuinely likes girls, that one. I'd
better watch her, I think to myself.
She seizes Jorge's dick with her mouth and furiously sucks him.
Jorge starts from the bed in surprise then flops back, enjoying
the treatment.
I hold Mateo's cock in my hand and study it briefly. It's seems a
little bigger than Jorge's, it's still slippery from Mok's
ministrations. As I bend to suck him I feel a hand on my arse,
fingering my crack. It can only be Mok, unless Jorge's arm has
grown by a foot.
I glance sideways at her but all her attention is focussed on the
business at hand. An intruding finger finds my hole and begins to
work around my entrance. It tingles nicely, I SO want a dick in
there.
"Here!" croaks Jorge.
He wants Mok to turn around into a 69. I look up at Mateo who
rolls his eyes in their direction, I guess he wants the same.
Because Mok's short, she can't squat on Jorge's face and reach
his dick easily. Instead she kneels and rocks back and forth onto
his poking tongue while continuing her cocksucking.
I can manage quite nicely and soon Mateo's lashing at my clit.
I'm really drooling when I feel a hand on my face. Looking up I
see Mok shifting forward while fingering herself. In her other
hand is a condom, I guess she's ready too!
Katzmarek (C)
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