through his fist. 'Patti… Sally… Sixty-nine!'
Like two halves of- a circle, we screwed around, twisting our sweaty, naked bodies against each other. I wound up on the bottom, my perspiring back sticking to the adhesive tightness of the leather sofa. Patti was above me, with her thighs parted, and her cunt coming down into my mouth. I reached up for the twin moons of hei1 ass, and I pulled her to me, my mouth open.
'Eat me!' Patti moaned. I could feel her mouth against my cunt, her tongue between the lips. 'Eat me, Sally. Eat mel Eat my cunt!' And then, for the first time in my life, I tasted a cunt.
'Oh Jesus!' I cried, hearing 'my exclamation 'reverberate in the sweaty hollow between Patti's thighs. 'Ohhhhhr
I could feel the tight folds of Patti's cunt opening around the point of my tongue. I could feel the wetness of her oozing cunt spreading across my face like a sexual mist. I could taste the heat of her body, the sweat of her body, the thick rolling juices of her
creaming pussy as I drove my tongue deep inside of her. The raunchy, sexual fish-like smell of her cunt filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with the sweetness of the aroma.
'SoonI' Herb groaned. I could hear his body straining, bending, arching out, pointing his loaded cock towards us as he pulled himself closer and closer to 'orgasm. 'God… Jesus… I'm gonna come!'
My hands tightened around the muscles of Patti's ass. I dug my fingers into her and pulled her cunt directly against my face. My nose slipped between the inner lips of her cunt, and I drilled my tongue up the tight, slippery passageway inside of her. I could feel the throbbing hardness of her exposed clit as it rubbed against my bobbing chin.
Patti began to groan, rolling her head from side to side, stabbing me with her tongue and grinding her cunt hard against my mouth. Then her body tensed, and she dropped her weight against my face. She began to quiver, and I knew she was coming.
She transferred her excitement to me, like an electrical circuit: from her bunt, up her body, out her mouth, through her tongue, and into my clit. She flicked the love button rapidly, cruelly, expertly, with swift rapier-like darts and stabs and licks and slaps. Her tongue trembled with the emotion of her orgasm, and she laid it against the sensitive arousal of my clit, sending those vibrations up inside of me until my cunt felt like a raw, exposed nerve.
Sensations that I never knew could possibly exist rolled up from my cunt like waves engulfing my body in a searing tide of orgasm. My body began to quake and I felt myself slipping down, under, drowning in the sensation of coming. 'I'm… coming!' Herb screamed. 'I'm coming'
I felt his sperm splash on my body, like boiling oil splattering from a frying pan. My body blistered in pleasure as the thick, oozing slime gushed across my writhing nakedness. Spreading, oozing, coating me with the thick milky white heat of his orgasm.
Patti moaned, going higher and higher. My orgasm reached out for hers, locked together, and went soaring out of existence in a painfully blinding white flash. Is this it? I wondered. A woman? Is this it?
CHAPTER SIX
The Geisha was a very special kind of massage^ parlor. The cheap, sleazy atmosphere of the earlier parlors was completely gone. In its place was an almost opulent material splendor. Literally thousands of dollars was spent on the decor. Every floor, even its many bathrooms, was carpeted with a thick, wall to wall rug of vivid, electric blue. The walls and the ceilings had a clean, wholesome look, and were painted a stark, brilliantly airy white. Throughout the house, the fixtures were all either crystal or silver or gold. Even the furniture was totally new: the most modem, most expensive that money could buy. The Gesha was a pleasure palace that ensnared your sensuality before it attacked your sexuality.
Perhaps the most innovative aspect of the Geisha was its location: it was no storefront on some wide city street. The Geisha was an entire house, located far from the city, out in the middle of two acres of beautiful green rolling hills, at the foot of a mountain. You just didn't drop in at the Geisha. You came by appointment.
We catered to a very special class of clientele: businessmen, executives, film people, politicans, and millionaires. People who were used to the best of everything, and were willing 'to pay to receive that special kind of attention. While waiting, they could sit around and relax in a kind of atmosphere they were used to. They could have a drink, even a meal if they wanted. There was a swimming pool, showers, and a tennis court. I think they could have even probably gotten a massage if they wanted.
But mostly there was sex. Sex of aH kinds, very expensive, and on a very elegant, sophisticated level.
I was driven out to the Geisha by Mr. Sutton, personally. I was given a room where I slept, and my own private room where I worked. The first week I was there, I did nothing but go to classes. Classes on how to talk, how to act, and how to treat our very special guests. The following week, I began my new job.
I was very popular that first week. Since I had no appointments because I was new, I was introduced to all our guests as the Geishds latest hostess, to keep me in mind for future appointments. Naturally, when all those horny men saw a new cunt, they all wanted to dip their cock into me, 'testing the water,' as, one aptly put it. I made over seven hundred dollars in my first week.
The second week was slow since the novelty of my newness had worn off. I made less than two hundred dollars. I should explain that I received no salary from the Geisha for working there outside of my room to sleep in, and food to eat. My whole salary consisted of tips from the guests. They were called 'tips,' but actually there was a carefully worked out schedule of payment for every type of sexual act, and the girls were paid accordingly, depending on what their guest wanted them to do. A straight fuck was so much, a blow-job was a little more, the attention of two girls was even more, and so on.
I kept all my 'tips,' and the guests at the Geisha›aid an annual attendance fee for tne right to be a member of this very exclusive club.
In the boredom of the second week, I had plenty of time to wonder about what happened to me that morning with Patti. The perspective of the two weeks suggested that the expansive feeling of ecstasy I had experienced might have only been a result of the newness of the act: you know, my first Lesbian encounter.
So I tried an experiment. I got friendly with another girl, Glori, who was a self-avowed Lesbian, working here only for the money. We went to my room one quiet afternoon, and we made love, slowly, tenderly, and with a great deal of experimentation. We did everything two women could do together sexually, even fuck each other with a dildo. I came that afternoon, perhaps a dozen times, but the magic of that first unique time with Patti simply was not there. It was good, and I really turned on to lesbian lovemaking, but it was not what I needed. It was not what I'd been looking for.
But I enjoyed my job, despite this single drawback. I enjoyed the sexual outlet it provided me, naturally, and I enjoyed the freedom it allowed me. I had one day off a week, to go and come as I pleased, no questions asked. I was never asked how much I made, and no one ever told me how to work or how to take care of my business. Sure I did live there, but I was really on my own for the first time in my life. I looked at my sleeping quarters as no more than a hotel I, might have been living at. I was on my own, with no ties to the past and no obligations to the future. I was a free woman.
It was nearly two o'clock, time for my first appointment of the day. Benson Kores was his name, a man I'd never met. My name was suggested to him from a friend of his, a satisfied customer from my first prolific week. I asked around about him to some of the girls, and I found out that he was a very famous motion picture producer, although I'd never heard of him. I hurried to my room to prepare for the appointment.
Like all the other work rooms in the Gesha, mine was identical. A perfectly square room, painted sfe rk white, with high ceilings, also painted white. The floor was covered with the same electric blue rug that stretched from one end of the house to the other. There was a black, leather-topped massage table in the center of the room, and off to one corner there was a bed. Two or three mirrors decorated the antiseptic whiteness of the walls.
I closed the door behind me, and checked myself in the mirror. I took off my kimono, the standard garment all girls wore at the Geisha, and I sprayed myself strategically with an expensive perfume. Then I put on a clean kimono, and brushed my hair in place. A moment later there was a knock on my door.
