Geisha, and all the while I'd been working as a prostitute, I'd managed usually to have an orgasm. Only once or twice I didn't come, but it was the fault of the man I was with. They simply came too fast for me to get anything from the experience.
'Don't you think we should get down to more… serious business?' I asked. I liked the warm cupping feeling of Sidney's fat hand inside of my panties. 'It's getting late.'
'If you think so, Sally,' he said. He squeezed one of my breasts through the top of my dress. 'Oh, no bra. How nice.'
I pushed his hand away, and stood up. His hand slid from my cunt and out of my panties. I began to undress. I had spent enough time with Sidney, and I didn't want to ruin the rest of my afternoon. I figured I could pick up at least three or four men before the five o'clock rush hour, and at twenty-five to fifty dollars a throw, that was a great deal of money.
I dropped my dress on the chair next to the bed, and stepped out of my panties. I fingered my cunt to excite Sidney, and he pulled his eock out for my benefit.
'You know something, Sally,' he said, using his hand against his cock, 'you are a remarkably attractive woman. Jesus, if my Emily looked like you I'd probably never fuck another woman in my Me.' I laughed at his humorless joke. 'Well, then I'm glad I don't look like her, or you wouldn't be here, ready to fuck me.'
Sidney shuddered. 'Say that again. I find that stimulating coming from such an attractive woman.'
I remember Benson Kores. 'What? Saying that I want you to fuck me? Doesn't your wife ever say that?'
'Emily?' he said, his voice rising with incredulity. 'You gotta be kidding. You know what she refers to it as: it. After twelve years of being married, three kids and one abortion, and she says: 'You want to do it tonight, Sid?1' I laughed.
'And my cock,' he continued. 'You know what she calls that-my thing. Tut your thing in my thing, Sidney.' Not even clinical can she be. I wouln't mind penis even or vagina. But thing and it. It's like making love to Parts Department.'
I laughed again softly. I spread the lips of my cunt, exposing the wet underside. 'Sidney,' I said, 'come and put your big thick cock in my wet, juicy pussy, and fuck the shit out of me.'
Sidney stood up and began to undress. His cock stood stiffly from the front of his gray slacks, very pink, and sort of stunted. It was about five inches long, and not very thick. He slipped out of his jacket shirt and tie and pants, and was down to his undershirt and blue boxer shorts when he turned to me with a question.
'You know what I would like to do to you-with you, Sally?' He was very serious now, but I hadn't quite sensed the sudden shift in his intent.
'No-what?' I asked, laughing. I ran my finger over the length of his cock, up and over the stiff ridge of the circumcised head. 'What would you like to do to or with me, Sidney?'
He sat on the edge of the bed, still in his shorts, with his black knee-high socks still on. He looked at me through his horn-rimmed glasses. 'Something that I've never done before in my Me. Something that my wife… that Emily would never let me do to her.'
I giggled, still not aware that he was very serious. 'That's what I'm here for… to fulfill your fondest wishes. What would you like to do?' 'Fuck you up the ass.'
I stared at him for a moment, without blinking, without breathing. I hadn't expected that. For some reasons I had managed to push it completely from my thoughts, almost as if it were a part of the past that I was afraid to deal with. In all the time I was at the Geisha, in all the weeks that I'd been a prostitute, in all the years of my Me' in fact, that was the one-the only sexual act I had never performed.
'I… don't know,' I said, considering the proposal for the first time, 'That would cost more. A lot of money.'
'I'm prepared for that,' Sidney explained. 'I can afford whatever you want to charge me, Sally. Name the price,'
I could feel sweat running down the insides of my thighs, and I shivered as if I were suddenly cold. The thought frightened me. I've always considered that- I can't even say it-to be so painful, so perverted. It must hurt very much, very, very much.
I remembered Peter. He always wanted to do that to me too-fuck me in my ass. But like Emily, like Sidney's prudish wife, I never gave him that pleasure.
Just as I never allowed him to come in my mouth. But I let other men do that. I thought of Ralph and the nameless men I'd performed that task for.
But the other, ass fucking, I'd never done. For no man. Was it because I was only afraid of the pain, or was it something else? Was I holding on-to the past, to that other style of life? Was that what I was doing? Afraid to make the final break, the last link with the past? 'Well?' Sidney asked. 'What do you say?'
I looked at him distractedly. I'd almost forgotten he was in the room with me. 'Oh,' I said, thinking. 'I don't… know.'
'I can pay you,' he said, as if that was the only consideration. 'I have a lot of money.'
If I did this, I thought, then I could never-never -go back again. It would be the final break, the last link, the last hold I had with the past, with my old self. If I did this, I would be truly free. Truly free. In mind and body, but in spirit as well. My soul would be free. I made my decision. I could do nothing else.
I looked at Sidney. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach, and my knees were shaking. I was more afraid than I was excited sexually. I kept on remembering, a similar scene, when I was a teenager. I was with a boy named Roger, and I had just agreed to give up my virginity. Roger and Sidney: two ends of my Me.
I nodded my head quickly, more than once. 'All right,' I said. My voice cracked. 'We can do that if you want. You can fuck me… in my ass, Sidney.'
'How much?' Sidney asked. He rose, as if to get his wallet.
I waved him back. 'Well discuss money later,' I said. 'After.'
He nodded, as if he understood the significance of my request. He pulled his undershirt off, and dropped his blue boxer shorts. His flesh was milky white, and his cock throbbed stiffly. He had a blondish red hair on his crotch, and it reminded me of rusting steel wool.
'Come and make love to me, Sidney,' I said. 'Get me in the mood for this.'
We came together, our two naked bodies, and I leaned across his puffy belly and kissed his mouth. His tongue pushed between rny lips, and I slid his stubby cock between my thighs, opening the lips of my cunt As we kissed, I rocked back and forth, robbing his erection against the nub of my clitoris until I could feel the wetness of my excitement begin la the empty hollow of my cuntal passageway.
I broke the kiss off. 'We're going to need more than this,' I said. I needed real passion, real fire, sexual energy to make the final move. 'Let me lay down on the bed.'
I sat back, puffing the pillow from the top of the mattress, and put it under my head. I spread my thighs open and drew them back and up. 'Lick my cunt,' I said. 'Lick it hard. Wet.'
Sidney was very excited, and he nearly fell on top of me. He banged his knee getting down. He leaned forward, and I could feel his hot breath against the wetness of my cunt. He put his mouth between my thighs, and began to lick
'Easy… easy,' I said. His tongue was stretching tiie elastic mouth of my hole. He was trying to stuff it inside of me. 'Lick me gently, firmly. Lick up, from the hole. Stroke the clitoris with your tongue.'
He didn't know exactly what I meant, and I had to show him. Apparently his wife was even more prudish than I had imagined. But he learned after a moment, and he began to lick my cunt like an old professional.
'Good…' I moaned. I pulled my legs back, lifting my cunt into his mouth. 'That's very.,. good.'
I could feel myself opening and getting very wet. The lips of my cunt were sloppy with saliva and my own building juices, and my clit throbbed excitedly from the- unaccustomed directness of Sidney's attack. He did exactly as I had asked: he began at the hole of my cunt, licked upward, through the oozing slit, rubbed the flat of his tongue across the head of my clitoris, then stroked back again the other way, until he was at my cunt hole again.
Then he began to innovate. Each time he reached the swirling core of my body, he darted his tongue inside me, sinking his tongue until I could feel his teeth pressing into the soft flesh of my hairy mound. He wriggled the tongue around inside of me, flitting it from one side of the canal to the other until I writhed with passion. Then he would pull the tongue out, and trail it again up my body, towards the clit, as if nothing at all had happened.
'Oh… that's good, Sidney,' I moaned. I humped my cunt up and down and tried to let him fuck me with his
