series of ballet-like movements and leaps, which enabled us all to admire the most intimate parts of her anatomy, for she was naked under her raffia loincloth. I winked at my master and whispered, 'She's a beauty, Monsieur the Baron. You should make her acquaintance after the number.' But he didn't say a word. As the enthusiastically- applauded number came to an end and the waiter appeared at our table for our order, I profited by slipping him a hastily written note and whispered into his ear. He made a gesture showing that he understood. Pamela, despite the cheers and whistles and bravos that acclaimed her, did not return to take a bow. I thought to myself that there were about fifty men here with their female companions — wives or mistresses or whores, as it might be — and that every one of those fifty, like the Baron and myself, must be having agonizing hard ons by now.
“Then a native male dancer came out completely naked, and made us roar with laughter at his contortions, which had to do with the most ingenious ways of twisting himself about to suck his own cock. However, my master and I would have been ultimately bored if Pamela hadn't now approached our table, accompanied by one of the luscious Negresses who had been among those first dancers. The Baron ordered champagne for everyone, and we then followed the young women into a private room, luxuriously furnished for the particular use which was generally made of them.
“My master at once began to try to grab Pamela and pull her to him, but she laughingly escaped and, dancing about in the room in a kind of bewitching striptease, slowly removed, one by one, the gossamer garments she wore, letting us see first an expanse of milky thigh or the proud peak of one beautiful firm tittie, till at last she lay naked on the huge bed covered with red velvet drapes. Her splendidly lissome white body was magnificently accentuated by that hue. Baron Prosper, beside himself, stripped naked; showing a rather vigorous body for his age, but his usual timidity was certainly belied by the proudly erect staff that thrust forth from his graying pubic mane. He approached the bed, bent over and timidly grazed that alabaster flesh with his lips. As Pamela did not repulse him, he continued to salute her charms with his mouth, adoring her arms and shoulders, her belly, moving thence to her bosom and lingering over the tasty strawberries of her nipples, then descended to the mount of Venus and glued his lips to the fine golden down which scarcely hid the rosy lips of her cunny.
“Despite his lack of amorous experience, he quickly comprehended what he had to do; delicately spreading those sweet cunny corals apart, he drove his tongue into the tabernacle, seeking out that sensitive button, which he soon discovered. Then he began to suck it till Pamela groaned with bliss. But as she didn't want to have orgasm in that way, she pushed him away; then, grasping him, forced him to stretch out on the bed where she began to pay him back for his tribute. Kneeling in the pose of sixty-nine over my master, she began to graze with the tip of her tongue the hardening nipples of his chest, his swollen cock, lingering a long while over the turgid shaft, then descending to the hairy testicles. She displayed such science in her Frenching that he began to groan and clench his hands against the yawning thighs above his head, and again he plunged his greedy mouth into the juicy slit. “Divining that he was near spending, Pamela's soft lips glued over the head of his ramrod with a series of soft little suckings, then swallowed as much of his shaft as she could, furling her moist, hot tongue along its crannies. Then, as a further diversion, she began to flick the urethral slit at the tip of his taut meatus with rapid little pressures of her nimble tongue. Finally, to conclude this menu of Frenching, she insinuated her little finger into his anus, which finished him off; he shot his turbulent lava into her mouth. Greedily, Pamela kept that throbbing organ, avidly swallowing the sticky jet, while her own love dew moistened his lips, and he in turn sucked and swallowed without losing a drop of her nectared essence.
“Watching this spectacle, I was not to be outdone; stripping naked, I seized my Negress, who too had undressed as she watched the thrilling scene. I bent her over a thick cushion so I might bugger her. But, not suspecting my real desire, she put her fingers to her fleshy, juicy cunny and spread the lips invitingly. Not deterred, I pointed my arrow towards that dainty rosette as my hands gripped the succulent ebony cheeks of her bottom. The Negress was surprised, but, lending herself complacently to my desire once she knew it, put her hands back to her bottom cheeks and aided me to yawn them to extreme. My prick slowly buried itself in her tight orifice, and then I paused. It was not the first time I had entered the temple of Sodom, and I wished to spare my partner a little and enter her gently and lingering, to prolong my pleasure. Then, another thrust of my loins, and my prick disappeared entirely within her channel, while my balls bumped against her gapping humid pussy.
“I pulled my prick back as far as the head so that I might bury it once again in that scabbard of hot flesh, for this beautiful Negress was like a furnace of lust. I recalled four years ago, when as a soldier, I fucked and buggered the beautiful Negresses of Ubangi-Chari — and, when there were no Negresses available, the Sengalese with gleaming black skin who were endowed with cocks that would terrify the boldest whore of the Casbah, for they could give a man pleasure too in their own way. These memories inspired my powers and I furrowed my beautiful black partner with fury, digging it into the deepest recesses of her bumhole, while I slid my hand towards her humid pussy and, seizing her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, frigged her so as to bring about the delicious quakings of her muscles against my imbedded prong. “Soon raucous, guttural sounds of ecstasy escaped her panting lips. I too felt climax nearing; at first, a spark of heat in my belly, which spread like a tongue of fire that constantly increases, devours all and suddenly shatters into explosive fury, and thus I drenched the burning entrails of my passionate partner with a copious flow of love-lava. I did not release her, however, and continued to thrust back and forth into that well oiled sheath to bring her to a similar spasm. I felt my cock softening, the last drops of life- essence ebbing from it, when suddenly orgasm seized her, she uttered a cry and stiffened, flooding my fingers still lodged inside her pussy-with her sticky love-cream, while violent quakings seized her glistening bare body. With a last sigh, she rolled onto the cushion, and, withdrawing, I sat down on the rug, depleted and appeased.
“But Pamela did not wish to remain un-solaced, and so after a few moments of repose necessary to restore my master to his vigor, she grasped his slowly stiffening tool between her slim long fingers, covering its length with delicate caresses, tickling his balls and then upwards along the head till his weapon pointed rigidly to the ceiling. Judging him at least readied for the fray, she lay down on her back, drawing him upon her, and guided his furiously reawakened manhood towards her sweet oasis. The waiter had told us she was only fifteen, and yet despite that extreme youth her cunny swallowed up the entirety of his vigorous organ, till I saw her golden pubis merge with his grey fleece. With rhythmic jerks of her loins, she showed my master the cadence she desired, murmuring: 'Follow me, darling… push in deep… there… now back… now push in again — ah — that's the way!'
“The baron, a virgin till that hour, one might say, adapted himself quickly to this maneuver, and his well oiled piston rose and fell within that dainty cunny, which absorbed it with an exquisite sucking sound in the very cadence Pamela had decreed. At last she too began to feel delight growing in her womb, and accompanied him in the gait towards a divine orgasm, wriggling her loins furiously as might a cavalry steed at the gallop. She uttered inarticulate little cries as his noble cock furrowed her groove: 'Ahh! Harder, deeper, darling, ahh!' she groaned. Excited by her cries, my master quickened his cadence, grinding his teeth, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Now, unleashed, Pamela writhed, her face contorted, eyes blazing with passion: 'Ahh — Baron — I'm coming — push deeper still — ohh, I'm coming — I'm com — ing — ahh — ahhhh!' Her hands dug into his shoulders, her body arched like a bow, then shook with convulsive spasms. He too tasted the bliss of come, as prolonged 'Ahhhhhs!' exuded from his throat. With a final thrust, he poured out his baronial sperm into that excited cunny. And their bodies writhed and fused in a last galvanic surging, then clung in the gelid aftermath of spent passion savouring the fleshy pleasures they had just procured each other.
“After a little rest, I aided him in dressing, while Pamela and her Negress disappeared to perform their ablutions. He made them a handsome gift for their services, promising to summon them another evening, and they covered him with kisses as they joyously accepted. We left them, for the hour was late, and we went back on foot to our hotel. Dawn was nearly breaking, the air was cool, the best part of a tropical day in such a land.
“'My dear Patrick, you're a precious jewel of a servant. You've given me an unforgettable night; my master said to me. 'I'd no idea one could have such pleasure in this shabby city.'
“'Oh, if Monsieur the Baron will forget his stamp collection for a bit and have confidence in me, I'll promise even greater delights,' I told him. 'One must concentrate on flesh, not stamps or legacies, however. And, if the Baron will pardon my frankness, I've noted that he is endowed with a superbly virile cock; one must make use of this, nature has given it for that reason.'
“'You're right, my dear fellow, you're quite right! But, you see, in Paris, such pleasures are abominably commercialized, so much so that it disgusts me. Whereas here, those two girls just now, why, you saw how eagerly they made love.'
“'Here,' I laughingly interposed, 'all women are alike. They have a fire in their cunnies and bumholes. The climate does that… the cooking and the spices contribute to it, too, Baron.'
“'Well, then, Patrick, I give you a free hand in organizing another evening identical to this one. However, not
