Author: storyace, ace

Title: Anushka; don't fall in love

Part: 1 of 1

Summary: A stunning Russian prostitute falls in love with a working class English man

Keywords: M/F, m/F, F/m, Rom

18,580 words

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Anushka;

I'll never forget the first time I saw her. I guess most people always remember the first time they see Anushka.

I was in a hotel restaurant in Marrakech with my girlfriend, Vera. 

I saw Vera's eyes widen; "Wow." She said.

I turned to follow her gaze, and saw Anushka striding in our direction.

The first thing I noticed were her breasts. I'm not someone who fixates on tits, but these were really something.

They were fairly large, about grapefruit sized; not as big as Vera's actually. But the shape of them just seemed to hammer the eye. They stood forward and up, the nipples protruding through a thin blouse that was nearly see through. She carried them with an easy confidence, blatantly showing them off.

The next thing was her face. Framed in a hallo of ultra blond hair, her high cheekbones and eerie green eyes were set off by the sexiest mouth I'd ever seen.

Then there was her figure; she was tall, five ten I found out later. She had slim muscular hips, a tight ass, and legs that went on forever.

As I mentioned, her blouse seemed to hang from her nipples like a veil. Her flat belly was bare, her trousers had loose semi-transparent leg sections. She was utterly fascinating.

"Do you think they're real?" Vera asked me.

"I don't know, but she's quite the sight either way." I said.

Our meal was punctuated again after a few minutes when the sexy stranger returned to her table. I couldn't help but look at her, even though Vera was with me. The tall blond met my gaze coolly, yet she smiled at me subtly. She went to a table where she rejoined a dark haired man.

Later, we were outside by the pool. There was a pretty bad band playing, yet some people were dancing.

"Terrible, aren't they?" someone said in a Russian accent.

I turned to see the dark haired man who had been sitting with the sexy woman.

"I think I'll fire them tomorrow." He continued.

"Is this your place?" Vera asked him.

"Yes. My name is Victor; why don't you both come sit at my table?"

He led us to a table off to one side, sheltered from the outdoor lighting by an overhanging tree. She was there.

"This is Anushka." Victor said. I introduced Vera and myself, and we all shared some Vodka.

Anushka fixed her big eyes on me, and had me under her spell from the beginning. We talked of small things while Victor talked to Vera.

She spoke good English, with a sexy Russian pronunciation. She had been in Morocco for a year already, she was happy to have gotten out of Moscow.

We flirted and laughed, while Vera and Victor did the same.

I felt odd about it; but it seemed harmless. I didn't really think it would go beyond that table. Vera seemed to be having fun... And it was simply impossible to ignore the attention of a woman like Anushka.

She was beautiful, completely stunning. I swear, I just couldn't tear my gaze from her face, as if those green eyes of hers had a power of their own.

Yet as another hour passed quickly by, I realized that we had crossed some invisible threshold. Vera and I had been ignoring each other just a little bit too long, we were all playing the same unspoken game.

Vera and I weren't really a couple, not yet anyway. We'd been seeing each other on and off for a year or more; I spent most nights at her place at that point, but still kept my own flat. We were good friends, we had great sex, but Vera was a posh girl and I was a working class lad. She had a university degree and earned 4 times what I did. It was a barrier that was proving hard to break through.

We were interrupted by Victor. "Hey Mike, you don't mind if I show Vera around, do you?"

I turned to the two of them; there was a strange look in Vera's eyes that didn't register immediately; I'd had a couple of vodkas, but it was Anushka I was really intoxicated with.

Take Vera away and leave me alone with Anushka?

"Sure. No problem." I said.

"You two have fun." The Russian said with a smile. "Come, Vera; the view from the top floor is fantastic."

They got up and headed into the hotel, holding hands.

"What's on the top floor?" I asked Anushka.

  "Victor's apartment." She said. "Let's go for a walk."

We couldn't leave the hotel grounds with her dressed that way, so we couldn't go far.

She was wearing high heels, and Anushka stood taller than me. I realized with a strange mix of feelings that somehow I had just traded my cute young girlfriend for this awesome statuesque beauty. That Victor had seduced Vera away from me, that he was attractive and wealthy.

Anushka had an almost unreal sexiness about her. Aside from her natural beauty, she was dressed provocatively [to put it mildly], she walked sexy, she talked sexy. She was like a high performance one purpose seduction machine.

My new friend sat down on a bench in a dark corner. I sat next to her and slipped my arm around her slim waist.

I've always fancied myself a ladies man, and I'd known a few birds in my time; but my heart was pumping loudly with doubt and anticipation, excitement and jealousy as I sat with Anushka. I was amused to note that she made me feel unsure of myself, like a kid.

She tousled my hair, raking my scalp with her long smooth nails. Her head swiveled to face me, and then we kissed.

Those lips were mine, those sexy sexy lips! Her tongue was hot in my throat as I pulled her close. Those big erect breasts pushed against my heart.

"Let's go upstairs." She said.

She stood still as I removed her sparse clothing. I let my fingers trace the length of her incredible frame; she turned to face me.

I was surprised to realize how young she was. In the clear light of the room, I could see she was only in her early twenties or so. Somehow, she had seemed a decade older at least, the way she flirted with such confidence.

Her breasts hung lower now, without the support of her bra. I took them in my hands, lifting each as I kissed the nipple. They were quite real; it was the bra that had made them seem so unlikely, that and just the way she carried them, jutting forward as if prepared for war.

Her waist seemed impossibly narrow, her ass as tight as a nut.

She sat on the edge of the bed and then swung her long legs up after her. Her smile of invitation was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

I kissed her feet, her calves, her thighs. She cooed and softly laughed in pleasure, relaxing against the pillows that had known Vera and I only hours before.

I kissed my way up her leg, then licked her clitoris gently, savoring the taste of her.

She took the initiative then, rolling me over and pulling at my clothes. I surrendered to her, and she rewarded me by biting my naked ass and then sucking my balls, before taking my stiff dick in her perfect mouth.

Oh lord, but she could suck.

Anushka did me like I'd never known, my ample dick sliding into her gorgeous face like a key into a lock, unlocking my passions while shackling my heart, as she sucked me into the dangerous whirlpool of her soul.

She pulled on my balls and stroked my body gently, she stared up at me with those eyes of hers and sucked me down.

Thoughts of Vera seemed to evaporate. She could do whatever, fuck the Russian hotelier or not, it was all ok with me.

The sight of Anushka, of just her face was enough.

I pulled my aching quivering cock from her mouth and rolled her long eager body onto her back again. I looked into her eyes as I slid my knees under hers so my feet were at her armpits, and then eased my pulsing dong into her waiting snatch.

She pulled away then; "Sorry Mikhail, but you need to wear a rubber."

"Of course, forgive me." I said; she was quite right, I didn't know what had come over me.

That detail attended to, we were soon grappling like a pair of wrestlers, my hips pushing my cock deep into her in long hard strokes as she came in my arms.

The feel of her body against me, the grip of her vagina on my cock, her hands on my back, her eyes in my head... it was by far the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had. Her beauty was beyond compare, her passion as hot as mine, her orgasm powerful and uninhibited.

I can normally hold back, but she was too much for me. I came hard, unable to tear my eyes from her face.

"That was... special." She said when she'd got her breath back. 

There was a knock on the door early the next morning. I opened it to find Vera standing outside.

She looked past me, a towel around my naked ass, to see Anushka's blond head in our bed. I looked at her, hair unbrushed and dressed in a large man's shirt that fit her like a loose dress. "I need a few things." She said.

Anushka got out of bed with no apparent self-consciousness.

"Good morning. How was your night?" she asked Vera.

Vera stared at the long naked beauty, awed for a moment. "I'm not sure." She said.

Anush laughed and went into the bathroom.

"Victor is waiting for me." She said as she collected her things.

I felt a strange lack of emotion. Vera and I hadn't been together for very long, but I did like her a lot.

"So that's it? One night apart and we're through?" I asked.

"I don't know Mike. All I do know is that Victor is waiting for me, and there's a young blond Russian girl in your shower."

She left. I went into the shower.

"You have a great body." Anushka said as she soaped me. "How old are you?"

"Thirty four."

"And what is it you do for living?  You said you were a builder."

She soaped my cock as I massaged her great perky breasts.

"That's right."

She squished her body against me, and we both laughed as the soap bubbles popped between us.  She was slightly taller than I was even barefoot.  We kissed, and once more I felt her fabulous tongue in my mouth.

"You are a builder, like you have a construction company?" she asked.

"No. I'm a builder like I lay bricks for someone else's construction company."

"Ah." She said, not bothering to hide her disappointment.

She released me and turned around so that she was rinsed under the shower head.  She stepped out of the bath to towel herself as I rinsed off.  I stepped out of the bath as well, and massaged her shoulders from behind, sliding my hardon across the round smooth cheeks of her ass.  She reached behind and took me in her hand, and then led me by the cock back to bed.

The second time around with Anushka was better than the first.  We were both sober this time, and in the clear light of morning her intense beauty was even more apparent.

She moved sensuously, as smooth as a cat as our mouths and hands sought to pleasure each other.

I held her long slim body in my arms, twisting my neck to bite her shoulders.  She laughed and bit me back.  We kissed again, our bodies knotting together like two twisted ropes.  My cock entered her again, as it had to do; we grabbed each other's ankles, leaning back on our elbows away from each other.  An awkward position, but I could see her from that angle, I could see her gorgeous body as my cock disappeared within it.

We changed into a missionary position, our arms and legs locked together as I gave her what I had to give.  She cried in orgasm, the tension of her body against me almost more than I could bear.

She rolled me over and rode me, teasing my face with her nipples as she pleased herself over my organ.

We made love until early afternoon, until she had climaxed at least four times; My cock was like steel inside her, now under my control. At last, I came with her.

"There's something I don't understand." she said as she dressed.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You say you are a bricklayer.  How is it that you are staying in a hotel like this one?"

"Vera invited me.  She's quite wealthy."

The Russian women laughed, her eyes sparkling.

"So; now I understand.  But in this case, you should not have let her go with Victor."

"Well, I figured he wouldn't leave you for Vera.  I mean, she's a great girl and good-looking, but she can't hold the candle to you."

"But I'm not Victor's girlfriend.  He hires me sometimes for the night.  Last night he changed his mind when he met your Vera."

"He hires you for the night?" suddenly, things seemed to make more sense; Anushka's blatant sexiness, her outrageous costume, Victor's willingness to let her go with me.

"Yes.  You know, you're the first man I've ever had sex with who didn't pay."

"Ever?  In your life?"

"That's right.  I wanted to be a prostitute since I was 14.  I sold my virginity when I was 16.  All I wanted was to get away from Russia, to live in the West and be a highly paid prostitute."

"Since you were 14?"

"Yes.  Most of my girlfriends wanted the same thing, it seemed so glamorous to us.  And of course with the economy as it is in our country, is one of the only ways for a woman to make good money."

"So the sex we had; that was just professional."

"It was wonderful Mike.  I truly enjoyed myself, I rarely act.  I'm so sorry that you can't afford me, it would have been so nice to spend another night or two with you."

Once more in her heels, she towered above me as she took my face in her hands and kissed me briefly.

"Goodbye, Michael." she said, and left.

Alone in the fancy hotel room, I reflected on what I'd just experienced; the greatest, most exciting sex of my life, with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. A Russian prostitute.

I wondered if Vera would get back together with me afterwards, and realized I didn't care very much. I liked her well enough, but there had been no real spark between us for a while.

Was the sex with Anushka somehow false because Victor had paid her? I couldn't tell.

I found Vera sitting with Victor by the pool. She looked good in a string bikini that showed off her ample chest while holding up the weight of it.

"Good morning." I said.

"Where's your new friend got to?" Vera asked, clearly trying hard to make an awkward situation seem normal.

"I'm not sure." I said.

"Sit down, join us for breakfast." Victor said graciously, as if Vera was his girlfriend or wife. He put his arm around her naked shoulders; I looked at her, but she wouldn't meet my eye.

"Thanks, Victor, but I ate up in my room." I said.

Vera moved upstairs into Victor's suite later that day.

Alone in my room, I was pondering it all when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and nearly drowned in Anushka's dangerous green eyes.

"Hello Mike." She said hesitantly.

There was something different about her; she was somehow vulnerable, her mask of invincible confidence had slipped.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

"Yes." She said.

"Is this a professional call?" I asked, my cock pulsing at the sight of her, at her smell, her heat so close to me.

"No; I had no work tonight, and I found myself thinking of you." She said.

"Let's go for a walk." I suggested.

We walked on the beach late into the night, talking, sometimes holding hands. It was nice to be intimate with her that way, it was special. This time there was no pretense, we already knew each other's vulnerabilities; I was a bricklayer and she was a whore.

So we talked freely, of our home countries, our childhoods, our families and friends.

We got back to the hotel at about 2AM. We stopped just outside the lobby.

In the light of the hotel, I looked into her eyes again.

"You're so beautiful." I said.

She smiled at my familiar compliment; "Take me upstairs with you." She said.

"You know I have no money." I said.

"I know." She said.

Her long firm body was beyond compare; I'd been with a lot of women, but no one like Anushka. Her breasts against my chest as she cried softly in orgasm, her long legs wrapped around my back, her grip on my shoulders as her experienced vagina gripped my iron rod while we rolled together in fantastic passion... I didn't care what her profession was, all I cared about was that for this short time, she was mine.

It was fantastic, yet it was also frightening; I knew I shouldn't fall in love with her. But I also knew I wouldn't be able to avoid it if we kept seeing each other.

The next morning, we had a late breakfast in bed together.

"It was a wonderful night for me." Anushka said. "To be normal, to have someone listen while I talk."

"I enjoyed myself as well." I said.

"How much longer are you here?" she asked.

"Four days until our flight back."

"What will you do?"

"I still have my little flat in Liverpool. I guess I'll move my things out of Vera's house."

"I would like to see you again before you go," Anushka said, "but I have to work tonight."

The thought of her doing what I knew she did wasn't pleasant to me.

"I'm sorry, Mike. But it's what I do, it's who I am. I have to take care of my regulars."

"I know. It's Ok." I said.

She mumbled something.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing, just this guy tonight. I shouldn't talk about it."

"Why not?"

"It would only upset you. You are such a nice boy, Mike; I should let you alone."

I put my hand on her arm, stopping her from getting out of bed yet.

"Tell me. If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"

"You are sure you want to hear?"

"Go on."

"He is an Arab; very rich. He likes to take me for diner and tell me about his domestic problems while showing me off like a fancy car. He is old and fat, so everyone who sees us knows what we are.

"I don't dislike him, but he is disgusting in bed."

"It must be hard." I said.

Her mouth hardened slightly; "I am a professional. Sometimes, usually even, I enjoy my work, but not every time. He is a client, and he will get what he pays for."

"We could meet afterwards if you like. Just to talk."

She smiled briefly; "That is very kind of you, but after a half an hour underneath Ali, all I want is a shower and a bed."

"Well, I have both of those here if you change your mind."

I was awakened by a knock on my door at 2:30AM the following morning. It was Anushka of course.

She was dressed to party, but she was worn out; her makeup was smudged and her hair not quite right.

She undressed and had a shower, then joined me in bed. We said little, it was late.

She put her head on my shoulder and slept. I stroked her head, unable to sleep. I kept thinking of her with that fat Arab.

We spent the following day by the hotel pool. There were some good looking women there, but Anushka totally eclipsed them. We didn't see Vera or Victor.

"Was your evening very difficult?" I asked her.

"No more than usual. I don't know why it upset me so much this time.

"He took me to a fancy restaurant, as usual. Then to an apartment he keeps in town, where we had sex. Does it upset you, to know that I've been with another?"

I thought for a moment before I could answer.

"Less than I would have expected. Like you said, it's your job. Anyway, what right do I have to be jealous?"

"You don't need any rights when it comes to emotions." She said; "I feel jealous if I think of you with that big breasted Vera."

"Really?"

"I've never been in love, Mike. I don't know what it feels like."

"I have. It feels quite like this." I said, taking her hand and kissing her.

"You smooth bastard." She said.

"You started it." I pointed out.

She looked away. "I don't know what to do." She said.

"Go with it; love hurts, but it's a great feeling."

"But tonight I must work again."

"Think of me while you do it." I suggested.

She looked at me strangely; "I will." She said.

I wondered what the hell I was doing, talking of love with her when I was determined not to succumb to that emotion, not this time.

I suppose it was because I knew I would be on a plane in a few days, so I wasn't too worried.

"It was like you were there with me." She told me later. "When I kissed him, I was kissing you. When I sucked his cock, I imagined it was yours."

Her long thin arms around my neck, my prostitute lover kissed me, her hot body conformed to mine as we fell into my room.

"When he entered me, I looked into his eyes, but I saw yours, and I came."

"What did he make of that?"

"He gave me a nice tip!" she laughed, "Make love to me now, Michael; for real."

I said it before, but have to say it again; the thrill of Anushka was like nothing I'd ever known before.

It was more than her raw animal beauty now, more than her insane sexiness. It was emotional, we were on that fantastic precipice, toying with falling in love.

All I wanted to see was her face, that wonderful full lipped mouth parted for me as she moaned in passion, as her body knew the glory of my adoration, the power of my hard dick lifting her hips at the end of each glorious stroke!

"Michael Michael Michael." She chanted as she came, "My English lover, My first lover, my only lover. Pull out, stop for a moment."

She unrolled the condom from my penis. "I am a virgin, really." She said. "But tonight I give myself to you; I want to feel you naked inside me."

Unsheathed, I slid into her. Truly naked, we fucked; we chewed each other, we kissed we squeezed, we fondled and scratched; Anush came, and came again, my dick was never so potent, the power of it, of loving her this way was a greater high than I'd never experienced in my life.

We rolled over, and the blond Russian beauty rode my stiff rod, gyrating her powerful hips until I was nearly past the point of no return, her phenomenal breasts in my face so that I had no choice but to suckle her erect nipples.

I never wanted to come; I just wanted to stay in that excellent state forever, my rod pulsing with energy, Anushka's perfect ass in my hands as her passion seemed to grow even stronger, as her orgasms crashed into me like waves on the rocks.

"Come, come inside me." Anushka begged me. "I want to feel you come now."

Looking up into her magic eyes through the smooth perfect valley between her breasts, her tangled blond hair hanging in my face, her vagina clamped my hardon in an exquisite grip as she roiled in orgasm; my balls contracted, and I came harder and longer than I knew was even possible. Ejaculation after ejaculation, I pumped my fluid deep into her waiting unprotected tubes. Anushka sat up straight, arched her back, shook her head, and emitted a sound that was something between a sigh and a groan.

Naked in my arms, our sweat slowly dried as we rested.

"Nothing like that has ever happened to me before." She said.

"Me either." I said.

"Stay with me." Anushka said; "Live with me, be my lover."

  "But I have no money, I have to work."

"Work later, I have money. Life is cheap here. Just stay Michael... stay for a few days, a week."

Live from her money, the money she earned by having sex with other men? The thought was abhorrent to me, even though I'd let Vera subsidize me. But the thought of returning to my drab life in England, of leaving her, was even more abhorrent. The notion filled me with despair.

Anushka had a lovely villa, and I moved in the next morning.

2;

"I normally work in a brothel down in the souq." She told me. "It's very busy, but I earn a lot."

I had nothing to say; that was how the villa was paid for.

"You can come if you want." She added.

"Really? It wouldn't be weird?"

"There's just one way to find out. This is my life, Mike. You might as well face it."

It was better than hiding in the villa while she went to work. I'd rather look my devil in the face.

The brothel was attached to the old bathhouse, a huge very ornate building. There were several local women and girls working there aside from Anushka.

"This is Mike, he is my boyfriend." She announced.

I shook hands with Gulam and the girls, and they all seemed friendly enough.

Anushka showed me around; a foyer where the customers would have a drink or two as they met the girls, several bedrooms, and a couple of bathrooms with showers. It was a fairly small operation, hidden under the large and legitimate bathhouse, but seemed pretty high class.

"You can watch if you want." Anushka told me. "This room has a peephole."

"Anush!" one of the Moroccan girls said, coming into the room, "Ibrihim is here for you."

"Ah! Good. Mike, Ibrihim is a favorite of mine. He's such a sweet boy, and always so quick!"

It was all new territory to me; a 'sweet boy'? I felt confused by it all. I was sure I loved her, but she was a prostitute; she had sex with men for a living. I wasn't sure how long my relationship with her would last, and somehow looking her occupation straight in the face was an important part of figuring it out.

It was only four in the afternoon. I sat in a small dark room. I looked through the hole in the wall and was surprised to see that Ibrihim was a young man, barely more than a boy. Anushka obviously knew him well.

He was a light coffee color, and several inches shorter than Anushka. He was a bit chubby, but not really fat. He had the wispy mustache of an adolescent, and was clearly very excited.

My new girlfriend took his chin in her hand and kissed his mouth briefly.

As their mouths met, my stomach lurched sideways; I wasn't sure I could handle this.

"How are you?" she asked brightly, stepping back from him and beginning to undress.

"Very well thanks." He said politely, also taking off his clothes.

Anushka shook her head, tossing her hair into an attractive but unruly mop. She reached forward and took the boy's already stiff brown dick in her hand. She ran the fingers of her free hand sensuously across the smooth bulging skin of his shoulder and back as he put his hands on her pale hips, pulling the tall woman against himself.

She laughed and pulled his face against her breast; he took her nipple in his mouth.

"So, my eager friend, do you think you can last a bit longer this time?" she asked him, running her fingers through his thick black hair.

"Yes Anushka; for sure!" he answered before sampling her other nipple.

They fell into the bed, kissing and touching each other with a familiar sensuality.

I watched with a helpless fascination, not wanting to see it but unable to look away. He was just a boy, but he was making love with "My" woman. Yes, it was her job, yes, he was a customer, but these are simple primal emotions.

Anushka sucked his stiff young cock briefly, taking the organ deep in her gorgeous mouth.

"Now I want you to do that to me." She told him, sitting back on the pillows and spreading her long legs wide.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know what I mean." She answered him. "Who will teach you to please a woman if I don't? Am I your teacher?"

"Yes Anushka."

"Then do as I say."

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his chubby young face to her waiting clit.

Anushka grinned widely at the peephole, laughing silently to me as she gave me a thumbs up, as if we were sharing this joke together; her customer, this boy, licking her clit and paying for the privilege.

She was toying with him, enjoying him. But her grin told me that he was nothing to her. His young tongue on her pink clit could not take her from me.

"Lick it Ibi, get into it!" she encouraged him. "When you are married, and you do this to your wife, she will do anything for you."

The boy pushed his chubby face deeper into her groin, doubling his earnest efforts, while Anushka held his head tightly in her hands.

She looked at the peephole again and licked her lips comically, doing her best to share the fun with me. Did she really like it? Why shouldn't she? She gyrated her narrow hips a little, rolling her clit over his lips.

She finally pulled her crotch from his mouth, and took a condom from a side drawer.

"That was very nice." She said approvingly as she rolled a condom over his stiff dick.

He got between her thighs, and she held his rod in her hand as he pushed his hips forward, easing it into her.

Like I said, I'd been in love before. But I'd never watched my the object of my love

Have sex with another.

Anushka was coming within a minute, Holding the boy's head on her shoulder and looking at me through the peephole. As she bucked and groaned, her young customer started to jerk and grunt himself.  Anushka laughed good-naturedly, slapped his pudgy ass hard and ruffled his head.

"I thought you were going to last longer this time!" she chided him.

"It's not my fault! You were different this time." He said.

"You can complain to Gulam if you like." She retorted, and then more softly; "That was special, Ibi. Because I came as well; do you know what that means?"

They discussed the meaning of it all as he dressed.

"Did you really come with that kid?" I asked her later while I helped her make the bed.

"Yes. Does that upset you?"

"I'm not sure."

"He is a sweet boy, so I always enjoy him." She said.

I watched her with four more men that night. A French business type of about 40, an old black man who was at least 60, and a local businessman in his thirties.

None of them lasted more than 20 minutes except the old guy, and that was including getting their clothes off and on again.

The old man was interesting; his skin was very black and his short thick hair very white. He moved slowly yet with dignity, his back as straight as a ruler.

He was of medium build and fairly tall; his age and color contrasted sharply with Anushka's pale youth as he took her into his arms.

Anushka told me she let some of her favored regulars kiss her on the mouth, so it was pretty clear the old man was a favored regular. She had also kissed the boy, but not the two men she'd had in between.

She always had a wash and got fully dressed between clients, and she was wearing a simple dress which the old man began to unbutton.

It bothered me a little, it made me jealous. It was a bit weird to realize that I wasn't jealous of the two men she'd had sex with that she didn't like. There's a lot to get used to when your girlfriend is a prostitute.

Anushka never went in the sun, her skin was as white and smooth as milk. The old man respectfully stripped her naked, and stroked her fine body sensuously with his elderly black hands. He kissed her shoulders and neck as he stood behind her, fondling her full breasts.

I have a theory that we're all a little bit racist; we can't help but perceive someone who looks different as a possible threat. In my mind of course I knew he wasn't, but my heart shivered as he touched her body that way. As I watched his long black fingers press into the tender white flesh of Anushka's young white breasts.

She turned to face him, putting her slim arms around his thick neck. She was taller than him as she was still in her high heels; he clasped her tight ass as they kissed for a long painful minute.

There was something between them, something that wasn't there with the others I'd watched her with. A genuine affection, a mutual regard. Perhaps, had he been a few decades younger, he would have been more than a customer to her.

She pulled away from him and began to unbutton his shirt.

"You're quiet today." He said, "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing." She said convincingly.

She didn't look at the peephole as she undressed him, not as they got into the bed, not as she went down on him, and his jet-black cock became big and stiff in her mouth.

He was extremely lean I could now see; his black skin was shrink-wrapped over his muscles, without a hint of fat in between.

He appeared completely relaxed as he lay on his back, the only tension in his body was his stiff black cock. He smiled at Anushka as she lifted her head up and down over it dutifully, her blond hair spilling over his hips.

"Was my grandson here today?" he asked her.

"Yes." She said, stopping for a moment.

"You've helped him a lot." The old man said as Anushka ducked between his thighs to suck his balls. "He knows he has to do well in school and stay out of trouble if he wants to keep his privileges here."

I stared at the whore I was living with, who serviced grandfather and grandson. And yet... it was her job. I watched her suck the old black cock, and I wasn't too jealous. I could handle it. I didn't think I could ever like her doing these things, but it was what she did. I could stay with her or go, but she was a prostitute either way. I couldn't save her from that. If I were rich, I thought to myself, I would take her away from this life, I would give her everything she ever wanted.

Then again; how would I trust her then? How could a rich man ever know that he was loved for more than his wealth? By keeping me instead of me keeping her, Anushka made our relationship possible.

She crawled up to his face and lay down beside him. They kissed for quite a while as she stroked his stiff rod.

I realized that she hadn't looked at the peephole since he came in, there were no winks or smiles for me. They had a relationship of some kind; Anushka cared for him, at least a little. She respected his and didn't want to ridicule him.

He moved closer, he half mounted her, his big black cock pushing against her pale shaved vagina.

Of course it was inevitable that she should like some of her clients... feel affection for them... perhaps even fall a little in love from time to time despite her desire to be professional.

"Wait a minute." Anushka said, pulling away from the old man. She sat up, and he rolled on to his back resignedly as she put a condom over his penis.

"Come on, let's do it without the rubber." He suggested. "I'll pay double."

"Only after we're married" she countered.

"I'm already married." He griped. "Four times."

"Then you can do it with your wives how you like. With me, you wear a rubber." She laughed, straddling him as she held his dick against herself.

She slid easily down his pole, landing on his hips. She leaned against his shoulders with the palms of her hands as she began to lift her bottom up and down, fucking him as he fondled her breasts.

They rolled over after a while, and he took over. Anushka grabbed his tight ass in her hands as he went at her, as hard as I ever had. I watched her carefully, wondering whether she would come.

She did. She held his tight black ass in her long pale hands, and looked into his eyes, and they came together. It was simultaneously horrible and beautiful; my girlfriend the whore, enjoying her work. The lean old man, still able to do it.

We headed home at about 4AM. The night was cool and quiet.

"How are you?" she asked me.

"Ok." I answered.

"I've never been like this with anyone." She said, "Open like this. Now it's your turn; what did you feel as you watched me tonight?"

"Mixed up."

"Did you enjoy the show? Some men like to watch, I know. Did you?"

"Well... a little bit, yes. But it hurt."

She laughed and gripped my arm excitedly. "You did like it! This is important Michael. I don't love my work; I like it, but I don't love it. Sometimes it's very nice, like with the boy, Ibrihim. Some men are nice to me, and I like them, like the old man. Sometimes it's terrible. I do it for the money; but if we can both enjoy as well, then that is better, no?"

"Yes. I guess so." I said. We were at the door of her, our, villa.

"How do you feel now?" she asked, wrapping an arm around my neck and reaching for my balls with her free hand.

"You can feel that for yourself." I said.

"I love you." She said, gripping my hard dick through my trousers.

"I love you too." I said helplessly, holding her close.

She slept in my arms, but we didn't have sex until the next day, when the stress and grime of the night had retreated.

We slept late in the mornings and talked in the afternoons. There was so much to say, our whole lives to tell each other, every thought we'd had, every dream.

"I want to live in Europe." She told me, "In Amsterdam."

"Why Amsterdam?"

"My work is legal there. I could earn big money and never have to worry about the police."

"Why not come live in England with me?"

"You said yourself you have no home there of your own; If I got caught working there I would be deported to Russia."

What could I say? She was right, I was a bricklayer. I couldn't earn enough to keep us both above bare sustenance level. Anushka was the breadwinner.

I'm the kind of man who needs to feel useful, but there wasn't much for me to do there. The villa was immaculate and rented; there was a Berber couple who came in the mornings to clean and wash our clothes.

Anushka spent a lot of time taking care of herself, so I started to help a little. I filed and painted her toenails, helped with her hair, and then started shaving her crotch for her, which had to be done every second day to avoid stubble.

It was an acknowledgment of her worth to help with her grooming; we were both living from the money her body brought in. It was an acceptance of her and her profession to stroke her smooth groin, checking that it was up to standard for her customers.

When she'd had a lot of work [more than 6 or 8 men in a night], I would massage her aches and rub her feet.

This was not really sexual; it was supportive, friendly, comforting. Anushka made light of her work, pretending it didn't effect her as much as it did; but I could often feel the strain in her tight shoulders.

A couple of months passed by; I got used to things, the easy mornings and the long seedy nights. Bright sunshine by the pool and dark emotions at the peephole.

I watched Anushka most nights as she plied her trade. I watched her have sex with fifty or more different men [she had a lot of regulars], letting each one pretend for that brief time that she was theirs.

Sometimes she went out for the evening with those who could afford it. Then I sat alone in the villa, waiting for her to come back to me.

The other girls were our friends, we'd often have one or another over for lunch. I'd go with the girls when they wanted to shop in the market, becoming the honorary male for a couple of them.

Anushka was talking to Aziza at our place one evening before work. She said something about how I always shaved her.

Aziza gave a big over-flirtatious stare that she often used; "You lucky bitch!" she said, "Won't you let him do me too?"

We all laughed, but then Anushka said "Sure. Go on Micheal, get the razor."

Playing along, I did; but when I came back into the room, Aziza's long dark body was naked from the waist down.

"I'm going to watch." Anushka said, a strange smirk on her face hiding her true emotions.

I had mixed feelings myself; I'd been living with Anushka for 2 months, and I was in love with her.

But if she wanted to play this game, I wasn't going to stop it.

"Lean back and relax." I told Aziza, playing along but sure it wouldn't go far.

She was Anushka's best friend here, and I could probably write another whole story just about her.

She was the daughter of Somali Bedouins, orphaned and sold into slavery when she was 6 years old.

When she grew into a very beautiful adolescent, she was sold again, but to a brothel owner. Gulam, the brothel boss, never bought women [he claimed], but he bought Aziza from her first pimp. "She was too beautiful to work for a man like that." He told me once, "And she practically begged me to buy her from him; how could I refuse?"

He paid her the same wage as his other local girls [white girls got more, supply and demand you know], and she was able to pay him back before too long, buying her freedom at last by selling herself again and again.

Now she was free, but she still worked for Gulam. "He's the only man that ever treated me fairly." She told us.

Anyway, I brushed some foam around her crotch, then carefully began to shave her short curly black hair away.

When you shave someone, you have to constantly stroke the skin, feeling for rough spots. And you have to stretch some areas. I couldn't avoid touching her vagina, so I didn't try to.

"Lick her." Anushka whispered loudly.

I looked at the Russian, then the lovely young black prostitute who was our good friend. They really wanted me to do it. So I did.

Her skin was black, completely black like pure chocolate. Her snatch was starkly contrasting pink. Her legs were long and well shaped, and spread very very wide.

I put my lips a millimeter from her, and exhaled against her sensitive organ. All was still, they were waiting for me to do it.

I'd always fantasized of having two women at once. Yet now that it seemed to be happening, I wasn't all that eager.

I liked Aziza, I wasn't bothered by her being a whore either. But something was bothering me; that this might disturb my relationship with Anushka.

I looked up at my girlfriend; she nodded to me.

"I want to watch, I want to know what it feels like." She said.

I looked back at the waiting vagina that was spread an inch from my mouth, and I knew there was no excuse I could use.

The African woman tasted fine; sweet and fresh. Her long thin frame jumped as I licked her.

I like licking pussy; I like the sensation, the texture, the taste. I like it when a woman comes. And she did come; and I kept licking her so she came again.

"Stop now." Anushka said, "Aziza, suck his cock."

I had a pretty uncomfortable hardon in my trousers, but I excused myself for a minute while I washed off my face.

I felt weird, out of place. I didn't want to fuck up my relationship with Anushka for the sake of a quicky with Aziza, gorgeous though she was.

I went back into the main room, where the women were waiting.

"Take it off." Anushka said when I came back, waving at my lower half. "I want to watch Aziza suck your dick."

The stunning black woman was still seated where I'd left her, still wearing only a tee-shirt. Her big clear eyes stared out of her perfect black face, framed by thick black curls.

My resolve evaporated. My girlfriend wanted to watch another woman suck my cock, so who was I to object?

There was silence as I lowered my trousers. I looked from the white woman to the black one, then took a step towards Aziza. Her long graceful fingers reached for my hard organ; she touched me lightly and a shiver ran through me. Don't do it, I told myself; make an excuse!

But it was too late, she sat up, leaned forward, and my cock was in her mouth.

Hot wet deep hard... impulsively, my hands grabbed her luxurious hair, and our eyes made contact.

"Fuck her mouth." Anushka insisted.

The black prostitute was irresistibly beautiful, utterly sexy. Her face was so exotic, so smooth, so dark. My cock slipped in and out of her face easily, as if this was perfectly normal. The sensation was excruciatingly intense, my cock was as stiff as iron, it ached with tension, it quivered in ecstasy.

I wanted to come then, to shoot my load into her beautiful face...

Just then Anushka pressed herself against my back. She reached between my legs from behind and took my balls in her hand.

It was all over then. I have pretty good control, but this was beyond my power. I came like hell, an ejaculation to equal any I'd ever fired.

And that beautiful black whore swallowed it all down.

On one level, I would have liked to fuck her; but it was just as well that  it never went further. We carried on as friends as if my come had never gone down Aziza's long thin neck.

Gulam, the brothel boss was a big bastard; easy going and surprisingly soft spoken, but with a steely glint in his eyes that I recognized; I was a rough lad myself when I was young.  He didn't seem to mind having me around, I guess I was a little extra muscle around the place in case of trouble, that he didn't have to pay for.

He had 12 girls working for him, including mine.  He had it all off with each of them in rotation, one each afternoon.

For some reason, it's really bothered me each time it was Anushka's turn.

"I don't understand why he doesn't have to pay."  I said to her one morning as I was shaving her.

"He doesn't pay in cash, but it's part of the deal I have with him for working there."  She explained. "You're just upset because you don't get to watch me with him."

"He's not a customer, it doesn't seem right."  I said, ignoring her taunt.

"He likes to go down on me."  She said, relaxing back against the cushions as I played with her clitoris.

"So do I." I said, demonstrating.

"Of course you do darling, but he is an Arab!  If his friends found out, he would shrink with shame. Anyway, that's why you can't fuck me this morning."

"Does he kiss you on the mouth?"  I asked her.

"That bastard likes to tickle my tonsils with his tongue.  You'll just have to wait until tomorrow.

"Anyway, you shouldn't complain.  Until recently, his father was working as well, and we had to take care of them both."

"Father and son?  That seems a bit sordid somehow."

"Oh darling, that's nothing.  I've been to bed with Gulam's grandfather as well.

"You're kidding!

"No.  The old man, very old man, was dying.  He only wanted to lie with me, so I said okay.  He was very sweet, he just stroked my body and sucked my tits like a baby.  I played with his cock, just to be nice.  I think it made him very happy. I slept with him, no sex of course. Next day he died."

"That must have been horrible for you."

"Why? It wasn't like that. He was old, at the end of his life. He stroked my body, lay against me before he died, kissed me. I brought him some comfort; it made me feel good too. Like I'd done some good for a change."

"So you've been with three generations." I said incredulously.

Four darling.  Just before we got together, Gulam brought me his older son. Very sweet boy, I showed him good time.  But I told Gulam I am here for work, if he wants me to educate his boy he will have to pay."

"What did he say to that?"

"Aziza is having affair with the boy now."  Anushka concluded.

About a month later, I met Anushka on a dark beach in southern Spain at 3AM. She had been taken across the strait in a speedboat, I had come earlier on the ferry with our luggage, money, and papers.

She fell into my arms; she was shining in the dark, bright in the starlight.

"I knew you would be here, I knew it." She sighed, and I knew she'd had doubts.

"Of course." I laughed, pitying her insecurity. I had stashed her savings, 28,000 Euros in cash, in a hotel room not far from our meeting point.

We walked inland to our rental car and headed north towards our new life.

Part 2 ***************************************************************

Amsterdam wasn't as easy as we'd thought.

I could be a legal resident there, being an EU citizen, but Anushka couldn't. And that meant that she couldn't work legally.

We went to the top sex club in town, and asked to see the manager.

He looked Anush up and down appreciatively; "You're hired right now if you have permission to work in the Netherlands." He said.

"How do I get that?" she asked him.

He smiled sadly at us. "If you were in Banking or IT, it would be easy. They say what we do is fine and legal, we pay huge taxes, but they discriminate against us. No work permits for non-EU sex workers. What about you?" he asked, looking at me.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I could hire you since you're British."

"As what?" I asked suspiciously.

"Gigolo." He said. "We're always looking for talent."

"How do you know I have talent?"

He looked at the stunning Russian prostitute I was with. "Educated guess." He said.

I laughed; "Thanks anyway, but that's not what I do."

"Why not?" Anushka asked, "I would do it for you."

I was stumped for an answer; what could I say, "But you're a whore."?

"You would want me to do that?" I asked her.

"Of course. You would be good at it, and we don't know when I will be able to work."

My first thought was to refuse; I didn't do it for money!

But then I realized that in reality I had, more than once. And I had been living from Anushka's sex money for months, so wasn't it my turn? How could I refuse to do it while tolerating her doing it?

Women very rarely came to the club the way men did. They checked the club website and then called for a date.

It was quite different to what Anushka had been doing. I was to pick up a woman at her hotel or meeting point, then take her to dinner, have wine, and talk. Then take her to her hotel or the club [through the side entrance] for sex if she wanted.

I was just a simple working class lad, but I'd been around a bit. I'd had several well off girlfriends who had taught me about proper table manners and how to treat a lady.

My first "date" was ok. She was older [as they all would be], but attractive in her way.

She was Scandinavian, tall and very thin. Her hair was white/blond and pulled back behind her head. She wore light makeup and was moderately dressed.  I don't think she couldn't get a date, rather she preferred it this way; a handsome younger man for a night of simple straightforward gratification.

We had nice small talk; I told her I was a bricklayer, and we both ignored my obvious new profession.

Once up in her hotel room, I undressed her respectfully, kissing her shoulders and neck.

She was awfully skinny. Her tits were almost not there; I consoled myself that she had nice legs, and got my face between them after a while.

Payment was by the hour, so I was in no hurry. She enjoyed my attentions, and I didn't mind the soft pink flaps of her old vagina on my tongue.

There was something corrupt about doing it for money, yet there was something good about it too. She was an attractive woman in her way, and a wealthy business woman too.

I licked her, I sucked on her, I pulled her juices into my mouth as the tall stranger heaved below me. There was something humiliating about doing it for money, licking snatch on command; yet at the same time, it was a great compliment to have a woman willing to actually pay for me.

She was taking great pleasure in me; I was providing a service, so why shouldn't I get paid? Otherwise I would rather be in our apartment spending time with my own woman.

My client came, stroking my head affectionately. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth and face quickly before returning to the bed.

I stroked and kissed her some more, briefly on the mouth. She smiled her approval, so I did that some more, just kissing her mouth as her fingers tickled my stiff  rod.

As I made love to the older woman, I thought of Anushka; I was not betraying her, not even if I enjoyed myself with my customer.

This was all new to me, so I wasn't sure when or if I should take initiative. But after a while I thought it must be time, so I broke away to pull a condom over my stiff dick. 

Ambrit arranged a pillow under her head and lay back with her long thin legs spread, waiting expectantly.

It's always exciting and weird to have sex with someone for the first time, and this was no exception. I pushed my cock into her slowly; she put her hands on my hips and looked into my face.

"You like women, don't you?" she asked.

"I sure do." I told her.

"It makes a big difference." She said, "Lots of guys don't, not really."

  I slid the rest of the way in, and set my hips against her, holding my weight on my elbows but letting my chest contact her skinny breast. Our faces just inches apart, I began to fuck her.

It's not about the piston action you know, although it plays a role. It's about making a connection with a woman, letting her believe there is something emotional going on. Even when [like in this case] there wasn't much, it was important for her to be able to imagine there was.

It was surprisingly fun; I didn't find her very attractive [I was used to good lookers], and I had no urge to come. But she did, and did again and a third time.

"That was really good." She said later, as I dressed.

"I enjoyed it too." I said.

"But you didn't come." She said.

"I don't have to come to enjoy myself." I told her truthfully, although I had only just discovered that myself.

"When you make love with a woman, are you satisfied if you come but she doesn't?" she asked me.

"No." I said.

"Well I feel the same way."

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her, lying lonely in her bed. I took my clothes back off and started again.

This time, I made myself come when she did. I held her tight and looked into her eyes just like I did with Anushka.

The older woman relaxed in my arms. "Can I keep you all night?" she asked.

"That would be pretty expensive." I said.

"I don't care."

"Ok, but I'll have to call my wife."

"She knows what you do?"
"Sure."

I phoned Anush from the phone next to the bed.

"Hi Babe. It looks like I won't be home until morning."

"Really? She's going to pay you to sleep with her?"

"I think so."

"Let me talk to her."

"I don't know about that, Anush."

"What?" the woman I was in bed with asked.

"My wife wants to say hi." I said.

"Oh, give me the phone!" she laughed. 

She lay on top of me, naked, laughing with Anushka for nearly half an hour as I stroked her back and ass.

"Your wife is a very nice person." She said as we settled in to sleep.

Soon I had quite a few regulars, mostly businesswomen who would be in town from time to time, but a few local ladies as well.

It wasn't always easy. All a woman has to do is lay down and relax, but I had to get it up every time. I found that a bit of cuddling would nearly always do the trick, even with my oldest and greyest client. The trick was to find something to like about them, anything. Then to make love to her as though she was the love of my life instead of some poor rich woman who couldn't find a boyfriend.

Sometimes several of us were hired for bachelorette or hen parties. We'd just serve drinks naked in a hotel suite while a bunch of women giggled and got plastered. There would usually be some groping, but there was only one time that there was any real sex.

One of the women kept feeling me up, sliding her hand up to my ass whenever I was within reach. I liked that, and it was my job, so I made myself available.

She reached up and started to fondle my balls; I was half hidden from her mates, and they didn't notice for a minute. I became erect as she started on my dick.

The other women started to whoop and whistle, telling her [in Dutch] to take me to a bedroom.

She was young, probably near my age. She was pretty, and pretty drunk.

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked her when we were alone. "We can just tell your friends we did it if you want."

"I want it." She confirmed, stripping off her blouse.

"Ok then." I said.

She was very small bodied, and brown. She was of Indian or Pakistani origin; she had thick but short black hair, and a fine featured face. She was the only young client I ever had, and the only colored girl.

I massaged her and rubbed my hard dick over her firm little brown buns. I kissed her and gave her oral; she laughed and held her short legs wide.

"Are you sure?" I asked her before I put it in.

In reply, she grabbed my ass and hauled me down and into her.

Her breasts were small and firm, with very large nipples. I realized suddenly that she must have had a child already.

Somehow, I had expected her to be quiet and complacent; but she wasn't like that at all. The small woman bucked her hips up at me, urging me vocally and physically to pound her harder with my big rod; her big brown eyes shone brightly at me, she grinned with pleasure, gripping my ass tightly in he small soft hands.

"Give it to me!" she exclaimed, "Harder you whore! Oh yeah..."

To a man who didn't live with Anushka, she would have been very desirable looking, but she did have a mouth on her.

She came desperately, twice. I faked mine [a big advantage of the condom].

"I'm getting married next week." She said.

"I hope you'll be happy." I told her.

"Thanks!" she said, and kissed me. "We've already lived together for years."

I had to take care of two of her friends after that; my co-worker, a local black kid  named Willem, did another two and then the lovely bride for good measure. They were a pretty wild crowd.

Anushka always wanted to hear the details of my work.

"The bride? You did the bride??" she cried excitedly, grabbing my cock. "Did you come in her?"

"No. I kept it all for you. Willem told me he gave it to her bare-backed."

"He shouldn't have done that. What if she gets pregnant from him?"

Her tongue then attacked my tonsils for a moment before we headed for our own happy bed.

"I found some work today." She said when we were both satiated at last, and the grey of dawn was scraping at our windows.

"What kind of work?" I asked.

"What kind do you think?" she laughed. "I picked up an old guy at the American hotel."

"Shit Anushka! I thought we decided that it was too risky for you to work."

"Oh hell; I was going mad with boredom. He was very sweet and quite clean."

I cuddled her, stroking her head on my shoulder.

"Tell me about it." I said.

"I was wearing my short leather skirt and beige nylons, red blouse. I saw him looking at me, and I just knew he was into it."

"How did you know?"

"He was at least seventy. What chance would he have with me unless he was willing to pay?"

"Seventy? Could he get it up?"

Anushka smiled her sexiest smile. A corpse would get a hardon if it could see her face that way.

"I only got home shortly before you did. I tell you Michael, it hasn't been easy for me these last months, sending you out to sell your body while I play housewife. It was good to feel useful for a change."

Anushka and the Old Man;

"I was sitting in the café outside the hotel, having coffee. I like this places, where rich people are. I feel good, sexy, optimist.

I see Old Man looking at me. I smile at him; he is good looking man, good to me at least.

I can see he is well dressed, expensive suit and shoes. He stands very straight, confident.

He smiles back, and approaches my table.

"May I join you?" he asks. English, good speaking. He is wearing Abel watch, diamond face, 15,000 dollars.

"Of course." I reply, giving pretty smile that men like.

I am looking good, respectable but sexy. Skirt is short but not too short for this place. Blouse is showing shape but not skin. High boots, present from Michael.

We talk; he tells joke, I laugh. He asks if I like lunch, I accept. He asks what I do; I tell him whatever I have to, and give him certain look.

He has experience, is not stupid. "Will you come upstairs with me?" he asks.

"Of course." I tell him.

He is man who likes good things, expensive things, beautiful things. He can afford the best, girl like me for afternoon of pleasure. I don't talk about money with him.

The room is big, expensive. I like this man, he is customer I want, he is why I leave my own country.

We sit on sofa. His eyes stroke my body; his face is very old, deep lines and liver spots. But his eyes are bright and clear, he knows what he likes. He strokes my hair.

"May I kiss you?" he asks; he is gentleman.

For answer, I put my fingers behind his neck. My mouth opens slightly as his lips touch. I don't normally kiss on first date, but I know he is special, he is very rich, maybe richest man I ever have.

He tastes nice, smells nice. That is for me important, more important than looking good.

He kiss me for long time, we share tongue. He is the customer I always wanted, the reason I left Moscow. Sophisticated, rich, polite, gentle. I must admit, I was little bit excited.

Slowly, he begin to undress me, first blouse, then bra. His old fingers are soft on my breasts, his thin white hair silky in my hands.

I move on his lap, my arms around his neck. I feel good to be working again, I like this man and I want to please him, I want to take good money home to Michael.

The old man's hands are warm on my naked back, I lift myself up as he pulls off my skirt, then my underwear. I like his hands, confident mature hands. They will not hurt me. He is pussycat, soft type.

Now I am completely naked, he is still dressed. I lie across him with my ass on his lap. He holds my leg against himself and kisses my ankle as he strokes my open vagina with his fingers.

I am enjoying; he is fun. He knows how to touch a woman. I am looking forward to feeling his cock in my body almost as much as feeling his money in my pocket.

Yes, I enjoy my work. Why shouldn't I? It's good to bring some pleasure to another, some excitement for this rich old man, and some money for me, which we both are needing.

After some time, I roll over so he can touch my ass. I have good ass; perfect Michael says. Old Man's fingers enjoy themselves, I am like baby to him. I lift my ass up and he kisses it, bites even. It's nice, and erotic also.

Perhaps it is too long since I had work, because I feel hot between my legs. I am enjoying much.

I get up and go to bed, pull back cover. Only now he takes off clothes; he is little bit fat, skin is loose. Cock is big, but not stiff, hanging between old legs. He is not beautiful, but not ugly to me. I have been with many men, hundreds of men. I don't need my customers to look good, only they should be clean and speak to me in nice way.

Old man gets into bed and climbs on top of me, his old body settles onto my young one. He kiss me again and I reach between us for his cock.

"You are very beautiful" he tells me. I smile at him. It is true, but is nice he tells me now.

His dick gets hard as I pull on it. It is really big, almost like Michael.

"You told me you are not married." I told him, "Now I don't believe you anymore."

He laugh as I open packet and put condom on him.

I lie back and he put his thing between my open legs. I am wet there, ready for him. It is nice to do it like this, in nice room, taking time. I am happy as Old Man's big sausage goes inside me.

His eyes have seen much, but they only see me now. He was old already when I was born, but now I am big girl in his bed, and he is taking pleasure with me. I pull his ass down, pulling his big cock deeper; I lift my hips, meeting him. He smiles, a special smile that is only for this moment, our first second of connection. We are coupled, his cock hard inside my young body, we are intimate now.

This is always an intense moment for me, often the most difficult part of my work. This is when I know if it will be terrible or ok, or perhaps even fun.

The sheets were smooth and clean underneath. Around, the room expensive and well kept. On top of me, my customer was the same. I held him against me tightly, I was surprised how good it was. It was so good that if he had been a young man I would have pushed the feelings away, because I have boyfriend now.

But he is very old, so I have nothing to fear. I let him kiss me again, and I let myself enjoy his pleasure.

He is still strong enough to give good service, and we are good together. The old man moves at medium speed, very steady. He is confident and tough in his way.

His big millionaire cock is pushing deep inside me, his eyes can't stop looking at me. I am everything he wants, and he can have me. I am surprised to feel myself getting hot inside, I don't usually come so easily, not with a stranger.

Perhaps it is the smell, the wealthy scent of the room. Perhaps it is because he is what I have wanted for so long; high class. I always want to have sex with millionaire, and he is first.

I am coming, I hold him tightly, I take my pleasure with him.

I love Michael, with him is different; we are equals, we are like one. He is beautiful, strong and young. I can tell him anything, he is my friend.

Old Man was not that way to me; he is customer, good customer I enjoy.

He gives it to me harder, his big cock sliding in and out of me. I squeeze against it hard, I grip his old rear tight in my hands, but this doesn't make him come like it would a young man or a boy. Instead, I bring myself to climax again. This is surprising to me, because in my whole life, only Michael has made me come more than one time.

I don't often come with customer at all; no time, no foreplay, just fuck, get money, next please. Only sometimes rich man can pay for more time, then is nice job.

Old Man is very pleased when I come. He is getting special time with me and he knows it.

We roll over so I am on top. I push against his shoulders as I lift up and down, big old cock good inside me, solid and warm. I put my nipple in his mouth, he sucks lightly.

"Your breasts... I've never known breasts like these." He tells me, holding them in his hands. "The way they stand, so firm... and yet they're natural."

I laugh and fuck him harder, I am having good fun with him. So old, but such big hard cock! I want to watch his wrinkled face as he comes.

Third time, I am coming. I hold his white head between my tits so he can feel my body as I enjoy. Yet I am slightly frightened now. This is not normal for me. It's ok to enjoy myself, but now I know I should stay professional.

I think it is too long I didn't work, I am a little soft, too excited. I must keep steady, he is just customer. Rich good customer though, exciting customer.

We roll over again, but I can feel his energy is getting less now. I have experience, I know he will not come like this. Then my job will not be done.

After a minute, he knows also, and he stops, resting on top of me. His cock is still hard inside my body. I stroke his head and back, he gave good try.

"It just doesn't work for me with one of those things on." He says, speaking of condom.

I push him over again, and pull my body from him. I take condom off, and open my mouth.

Michael says I have very pretty mouth. I watch Old Man's face as I suck him. It's fun like this, I am in control of him. He looks into my eyes with rapture, his old cock quivers in my mouth. I stroke his balls gently, I like this feeling; I am the servant now, I am the whore. I like things to be clear. Soon, I can feel he is ready; but I ease off. His cock quivers in my hands, pulsing, but not squirting. When it is quiet again, I suck more. I could make him come, but I don't. I have time, there are no others waiting for me, so I give the old man special treatment. I'm sure he will show correct appreciation afterwards.

I keep him like this for ten, fifteen minutes, then I suck him hard, hold balls as he let go in my mouth. I squeeze and suck, I want everything he has inside. Old Man holds my head in his hands and comes, comes, like a boy. Tastes ok, not bad. I eat.

"Stay there for a minute." He said, and got out of bed. He went in the toilet to pee, then he went for his wallet. I saw him take out money and put it in my bag. Then he got back in the bed.

"Put your head on my shoulder." He said. "Tell me about yourself."

Usually, I make up some bullshit, but I tell him truth. Not everything of course, but I tell him what he wants to know.

Normally I must leave straight after, I can't stand to stay with a customer when the job is over. But he's nice, and Michael is somewhere fucking a rich old lady. So I stay.

After he begins to snore, I get up and dress. On the table is his Able watch, his wallet, his phone.

I am a whore, not a thief. I leave my phone number on a note and I go home.

After, I look inside. Six hundred Euros! I like West, West is for dreams.

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Anushka found a customer or two over the next few weeks, but I was happy if she didn't. I didn't want her getting arrested and deported for a few bob. The Old Man phoned for her; we decided Anush could go with him, and leave out any new men for a while. It was a reasonable compromise between our desires to save some money and to keep out of trouble.

I was surprised how often husbands would hire someone to screw their wives. A couple of times, all three guys from the club were hired at once, to fulfill the fantasy of a couple who could afford it. I've watched my woman with other men, I know the dirty thrill of that; but a bang gang of three professional studs seems a bit extreme, even to me.

I'll tell you of one couple, they were Japanese.

They were both small compared to me. They were in their late thirties or early forties.

The woman was quite good looking, thin with short thick black hair, with a touch of grey. The man was short and a bit heavy, a bit older than the woman.

I did my best to put them at ease, and suggested we start with a little massage.

The husband sat next to the bed looking excited as he watched my hands caress his naked wife.  She had fine creamy skin; wealthy skin. She seemed very small and delicate to me.

After a little while, I took my clothes off. The woman reached for my slack penis, stroking it with a gentle touch as it stiffened rapidly.

The man stood up and walked around to the side of the bed where I was, so he could see his wife fondling my organ. He looked at my stiff dick, muttered something, and bowed respectively at me.

"Husband say you have very big member."  The woman said with amusement, holding it firmly with her left hand while massaging the head with her right. I don't think he spoke English.

The woman had big dark eyes, she looked up at me and sucked my cock as her husband licked her snatch.

I could see she was excited.  They both were.  I guess I was as well.

The man pulled away from his wife, leaving an empty space between her spread legs. 

I quickly rolled a condom over my rod, and then moved in, hooking my elbows under her knees, I lifted the slight woman up a little.  My cock bobbed around her stomach, waiting for a helping hand.

A hand came from an unexpected direction; behind me.

I felt the man grip my cock, and push it down to his wife's ready opening.  I pushed my hips forward, and my big cock slid into the small oriental woman without much difficulty.

The man watched closely, sitting in a chair next to the bed, as I fucked his wife.  He kept his clothes on, and didn't masturbate.  He just watched.

Ignoring him, I kissed the woman and pumped her hard.  She was small below me, yet resilient.  She could take it, and enjoy it too.

She whined and gasped as she came.  I rolled her over so she was on my lap, and then I wrapped my hands under her ass and stood up with my arms still hooked under her knees.  She didn't weigh much, and I was able to lift her up and down.  Her small tits pointed up at me as she threw her head back, crying out another orgasm.

As a professional, my job was to job to fill the role my customers had in mind for me.  In this case, big hairy dominant barbarian.  I dropped the woman back onto the bed, so she fell off my cock.  Then I grabbed one of her ankles, and rolled her over onto her belly.  I took her hips, and lifted her ass up, then slid my cock into her from behind.

I was still standing on the floor, and I lifted both her knees up to the level of my hips, so her feet were sticking out behind me and her face and shoulders were pushed into the mattress.  She had a nice little ass, especially for an older woman.  I watched it clench and relax helplessly as my big rod violated her.

I think she came again, but it was hard to tell.  I rolled her over again, and still standing on the floor put it back into her.  She looked up at me with her dark slanted eyes, her expression overflowing with passion mixed with a strange sadness.

I pulled out of her, and stripped the condom off my cock.  I grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her head to my dick.  She opened her mouth and wrapped her fingers around my ass as I pushed it in between her lips.  I fucked her face as her husband buried his between her legs again.  Holding her head between my palms, I looked down into her eyes and ejaculated.  I felt her grip tighten on my rear, and I saw her legs wrapped tightly around her husband's shoulders.  There was tension rolling through her body, and I think she had an orgasm.

I dressed as the two of them began to make love together.  She removed his clothes as he kissed her mouth, the mouth that had just been filled with my semen. It looked like he was trying to get it out of her mouth for himself.

Anush used to come to the club with me in the afternoons, before business hours. She loved to have a gossip with the girls and try to get my boss to hire her. It was so safe and high-class in there, it was where she'd always wanted to work.

"You could act in one of our Videos" he offered her one day. "For film work I can apply for a special work permit for you."

"What would the film be about?" I asked.

"Anushka getting laid by three blacks."

I was against it.

"They don't use condoms in those movies." I said to her when we were at home.

We were in bed and Anushka was pulling gently on my dick.

"Everyone is tested first. It is safest thing outside convent."

"They'll want you to do anal."

"Yes, I will need practice."

Anushka pulled a tube of KY jelly from her purse, and silently squeezed some onto my member. She rolled over onto her stomach, then lifted her hips and splayed out her knees. "Make me ready, I want to be film star."

She reached back and pulled her tight round ass cheeks wider for emphasis.

I didn't want her to do the video, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to get my dick up her perfect backside. I'd never tried that before.

She groaned and muttered as I pushed at her tight anus.

"Is it ok?" I asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, idiot! Push!"

Damn, she was tight. It was like pushing my dick against a brick wall at first, but then she slowly opened and let the tip enter; she was squeezing me as tight as a fist, but with an incredible symmetrical pressure.

"Push, push!" she grunted.

Her ass dilated and I got an inch inside. It was the most amazing sensation my cock had ever known, the heat and stress in there.

"Stop!" Anushka said, "Stay there, I must get used to it."

I could feel her sphincter clenching and then relaxing several times as she breathed deeply; I knew she was distressed, but the hard even pressure on my dick was excruciatingly pleasurable.

"Ok, go on." She said after a minute.

Once the top of my shaft was in, the rest went fairly easily; my greased cock slid deep into her tight round ass.

"Is it alright?" I asked her when I was in all the way.

"I want to put cucumber up your ass and ask you same question." Anushka grumbled; "Fuck me."

I can understand why some people are really into it, but Anush didn't enjoy it much, so I couldn't really take that much pleasure from it either.

She also had to suck cock down her throat, which she worked on with a small dildo at first, before doing it to me. It was an awesome sight, watching my entire dick slowly disappear into her sexy mouth. And the feeling of her throat constricting in waves as she swallowed against me was really something else.

But I wasn't really crazy about it all; I didn't much like the idea of Anushka doing porno movies.

"But why not?" she kept asking.

"Because once your face is on one of those tapes, it stays there. You can never go back. What if someday you decide you want to be respectable?"

"Micheal, I am what I am. I am not ashamed. I give people pleasure, they pay."

"Yes, of course Anushka; but you can't ignore how the rest of the world sees us."

"Fuck them."

"It's what we do."

She laughed and opened the robe she was wearing, letting it drop to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at me slyly and sauntered naked to the bed.

"Tell me about your afternoon." She said as I undressed.

It was my third "date" for lunch with Marike, a wealthy old woman who lived alone in a grand canal house.

She was an odd bird; she seemed to just want to talk to me. Although she was Dutch, she spoke precise English with barely a trace of an accent.

But that day had been different.

She asked me to dance with her; I put on a record and held her old body close as we moved together gently in her drawing room.

She had a tall slim body, despite her age. From her stories of the war, I'd worked out that she was about 75. She had long perfectly groomed white hair and very pale blue eyes.

"Do you mean to tell me that you actually found this old bitch attractive?" Anush asked incredulously.

In an odd way, I did. There was something special about her, an inner energy that had not quite faded yet. A mischievous sparkle in her old eyes. She always dressed well, in sharp crisp clothes that brought out what was left of her beauty; on this occasion a thin white blouse and a blue knee length skirt. Black nylons and high heels, a pearl necklace and emerald earrings. 

She tilted her head up towards me and smiled subtly. She still had all her teeth. I steeled myself; "be a professional" I thought, and kissed her.

She was ancient on the outside, but her mouth was pretty similar to others I'd known.

"You're such a sweet boy, Michael. Undress for me." She said.

I took a step away from her and slowly took my clothes off. My dick hung slack between my thighs.

"Come with me." She said, and I followed her upstairs to her bedroom.

The sheets were cool and smooth against my naked ass as I lay down. Marike stood over me, still fully dressed, and began to run her fingertips gently over my stomach and legs. I had a couple of viagras in my trouser pocket, but I hadn't taken any. I got a natural hard on when the old lady began stroking my cock.

"You're very big." She observed.

"That feels nice." I said.

She brushed her silver hair to one side and slowly spread her old red lips over my organ.

I was used to older women, nearly all of my clients were over 40; but I'd never thought I could be turned on by a woman as old as Marike.

She sucked me gently, taking time to enjoy herself, cradling my balls in one hand.

As my dick stiffened, she sucked harder; it was odd yet exciting to me to watch her old face as she ate my stiff rod. Her pleasure was so great, that there was plenty for both of us.

I realized then, why I enjoyed this strange union; yes, of course I was here for the money, but it was a good job. I was doing her a service, providing her the pleasure of my strong young body, my big ready penis. There was enough of me to share.

Normally there is something implied by sex; the promise of some kind of relationship afterwards. That isn't the case when you do it for hire, so it's less important that there be any compatibility. As the old woman sucked my cock, I realized that was why I could do it with her, and with all those other women. Because after I fucked them I could go home to Anushka.

"Will you come in my mouth?" Marike asked.

"If you want me to." I said.

"Please." She replied.

I took her silver head between my palms and tenderly poked my cock in and out of her crimson edged mouth. I looked into her sparkling blue eyes the whole time, and the deep lines in her pale old skin didn't seem important. At last I climaxed, pumping my young spunk between her hungry old lips. It was kinky but oddly good.

The next time I was with her, I fucked her; we spent a whole afternoon talking first. She was a fun person to talk to, she had an opinion for everything.

As before, I stripped for her in her bedroom.

It was a soft feminine place, filled with lacey cushions and fine smells.

The old lady stroked my body, kissed me and sucked my cock again. She did everything slowly, her touch as soft as a feather. She was a very sensual person.

Her legs were well shaped, and clad in black nylon. I unbuttoned the waist of her skirt and slowly removed it. She didn't stop me.

It wasn't that I wanted to fuck her for myself; believe me, I was quite happy with her company, her blowjob, and her generous payment. But it was time to do my job, give her what she was paying for. I knew she wanted it, and I decided I should instigate giving it to her.

She wore fine silk panties, but not for long. Her old vagina was slightly wet, and I went down on her for a minute to open her up.

I would have stayed there longer, but I was afraid I might lose my hard on; so I raised myself up and set my rod against her soft opening as soon as she was ready.

Her thin old body seemed brittle and delicate, and it most likely was, so I was pretty careful with her. I eased my rod into her, holding my heavier body just above hers. She moaned softly, wrapping her hands around my ass.

"This is lovely." She whispered as I began to do it to her, "Simply lovely."

Her old body was surprisingly responsive; her blue eyes shone brightly as she looked at me.

I was surprised to find myself turned on; my dick was burning hard inside her.

She seemed to be alright, so I gave it to her a little harder. In response, she wrapped her old limbs around me tightly.

I felt real affection for the old woman. I wanted to please her, I was being paid to please her. And she was a good tipper.

So I fucked her steadily, gazing into her eyes. We didn't speak. She lay fairly still.

It took some time, but after a while I felt her starting to tighten, her breathing became shorter. And then she came; the old woman came.

This might sound odd, but I felt real pride. I felt I'd done something really excellent, something few men could have or would have done.

I stopped for a moment, and she pushed against me with her hands. Responding to her, I pulled out.

Marike reached down and grabbed my dick. She pulled the condom off and then went down on me.

I sat back and watched her. I ran my fingers through her fine white hair. She looked up at me as she sucked.

I felt she was a special woman, accomplished, wealthy, respected. She wanted to eat my come. I looked at her, I didn't have to imagine anyone else to bring myself off.

I shot my load into her waiting mouth, my seventy year old hot woman.

"And afterwards, you felt Ok?" Anushka asked.

"Sure. A job well done and all."

Keeping one hand on my stiff dong, my sexy girlfriend reached for the jelly tube with the other. She spread a bit on.

"Fuck me in the ass." She said.

Anushka rolled onto her belly and lifted her perfect ass, splaying her thighs to either side. My cock entered easier this time.

"You liked it, didn't you?" she asked, "Coming in her mouth."

"It was fun. I don't usually get blow jobs from clients."

Anushka's ass was like a velvet vise, or perhaps vice, around my penis. She worked a big dildo into her vagina at the same time, simulating the double penetration she would soon be getting in front of the camera.

"Did you find her attractive?" She asked me.

I gave her a few long slow strokes before answering. It was weird the way I could feel the pressure of the dildo against my cock inside her.  "Yes, in an odd way, I did."

Anushka's breathing deepened, and I reached under to finger her clit as I pushed and pulled at her rectum.

"You got hard for a lady your grandmother's age, you came in her mouth." Anushka moaned.

"She has beautiful eyes." I said, realizing that my girlfriend was getting turned on by what I'd done, "Her face is very pale but with an even complexion. I'm not sure if she's had a lift, but she's only wrinkled at the eyes and mouth. She was wearing a very nice perfume, her lips were red against my cock, she swallowed it down as I came. She licked her old lips and thanked me for it." 

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG" or something similar issued from the Russian's throat as she came.

I felt displaced by my new life; I was living in a strange city, away from my friends and family. I was fucking old women for a living, which was better than working construction I guess; but I felt little pride in it.

But the long mornings with Anushka were so euphoric, I would have shoveled shit all night if I had to. Her beauty never seemed to fade, I was as crazy for her as the night we first met, just a year earlier. I could look in her eyes all day, she was as stunning dressed as naked. We made love, cuddled, talked. I was hooked on her, addicted to a Russian prostitute, a beauty beyond compare.

It wasn't just her, it was the way she saw me, the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at me, the tension in her exquisite body when we touched, the throaty groans she made when I entered her.

Anushka and I were both in demand; her one customer was having her stay overnight with him at his hotel every Saturday.

I had a couple of regulars as well. I liked it better that way, with women I knew. It was easier and less stressful.

I was seeing Marike every Wednesday afternoon; I liked the old woman, and soon got used to her. I guess I even enjoyed having sex with her, which was weird. Anyway, she paid well.

My first "date", the long Swede, Ambrit, had also become a regular. But her schedule wasn't fixed. She'd call the club and ask for me whenever she was in town on business.

I slipped into her hotel room while she was seated and on the phone, speaking in a totally incomprehensible twisted tongue. Swedish I guess. I liked her voice; smooth yet firm, a hint of command. She looked at me over her glasses, then hitched up her skirt. Still talking into the phone and reading from a notebook, she waved me towards her open groin.

She was 20 years older than me, but still attractive. Like I said before, she had great legs, nearly as long as my girlfriend although not quite so smooth.

I got down on my knees and pulled her panties down over her stockings. She spread her legs wide, and I started to lick her out.

I had been with her quite a few times by then, and I knew what she liked; and I knew she would be clean there. No one wants to suck an unwashed cunt [pardon my French].

I licked her while stroking her ankles, feet, and thighs. She kept talking on the phone, her voice betraying no hint of what was going on between her long thin legs; her hips bucked gently up and down, and she held my head in one hand.

It was a fun game, and I tried to get her to give something away to whomever she was talking to. She kept it together for a few minutes, then finished her conversation hurriedly and hung up.

"You wicked man." She said in mock anger.

"Just doing my job." I answered her.

"Get undressed." She said.

I washed out my mouth since I knew she didn't like the smell of herself on my mouth. When I came out of the bathroom she was stripped to her underwear.

I massaged her thin body as she relaxed.

"Are you still with that Russian girl?" She asked.

"I am." I told her.

"It doesn't bother her? What you do?"

"It does, but she's in the same trade." I answered.

"Is she pretty?"

"Very."

My client was silent for a while as I worked on her shoulders and back. I sat on the back of her thighs, my stiff rod nestling between her tight pale buns. She reached back to hold it in her hands.

"Who earns more?" she asked.

"I do at the moment. My girlfriend can't work legally here."

"What does she do with herself then?" Ambrit laughed.

"She works a little. She has a regular she sees every weekend. An old English guy." I said as I pulled her rear open with my hands, and started to push my rod into her.

"Doesn't that worry you? A rich old man?"

"Not really, he's in his seventies."

"He's married I suppose."

"He was. Apparently his wife and two children were all killed when their private jet crashed in the alps twenty years ago."

"Oh, I know who that is." She said. "He's well known. Very wealthy."

She grunted as I began to give it to her harder; I leaned forward and reached around to hold her small breasts. They were fine firm little tits, much preferable to the hangers most older women have. Soon afterwards, she had her first orgasm of the evening; Ambrit was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. There would be several more before she sent my depleted body home to Anushka.

I had dreams sometimes, nightmares perhaps; but true ones.

Anushka fucking an old man, holding him, kissing him, as I watched. The man grinned at me as he made her come.

With two black men; one I worked with, and a stranger, huge black cocks pushing into her tight white ass as she laughed.

The video never happened though.

The worst day of my life was the day I came back to our flat to find her gone. She had left a note.

"Michael, my love;

I will never forget you, you will always be at the top of my heart.

But Gregory, the Old Man, he has asked me to marry with him. He wants child, his time is short.

Forgive me Michael, and then forget me.

I love you forever.

Anushka

She had taken very little. Her jewelry, a few clothes, her favorite boots. When I checked our bank balance, all the cash was there, what she'd had when we met as well as what we'd managed to save together, about 50,000 Euros in total.

There was no use being in Amsterdam without Anushka. I'd had enough of fucking old women for money; without Anushka to come home to, it was no good at all.

I went back to England.

Epilogue;

I noticed a strange silence fall over the worksite. I stepped out of the office to whip the boys back to work from whatever was distracting them.

All the guys were looking at the front gate of the property, at the street. There was a limousine parked outside, and the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen was walking from it towards us.

Any of them I say, but I had seen her before. I saw her every night when I slept; I couldn't breathe, it was Anushka.

She was draped in a long fur coat, pearls at her long graceful neck, diamonds in her ears, her pure blond hair swept back and up in extravagant elegance.

I stepped out of the portacabin to meet her. She stood tall and proud as ever, her expensive clothes and perfect grooming became her natural beauty. To look at her, you would assume she was born to wealth; you'd never guess what she once was.

"Hello Michael." She said softly, "How are you?"

"Fine, Anush. You're looking well." I said casually, as if my heart wasn't ready to burst at the sight of her.

We stood staring at each other for a moment, the thin air between us filled with mixed emotions.

"Is this place yours?" she asked.

"Yes. I've been buying and selling property for the last few years."

"So I hear. I have been a wife and mother. I'm no more a wife, but still am mother. Can we go someplace to talk?"

We went to a nearby coffee shop.

"My husband left everything in trust for his son. He is lovely boy, three years old." She told me.

"So you have nothing?" I asked incredulously.

"Very little. It doesn't matter somehow; I am tired Michael. Solicitors and courts have exhausted me."

I looked at her longingly, thinking of all we had been through together, the joy and the pain of knowing her. I had struggled for the last 5 years, striving to get her out of my head, to excise her from my heart. But now she was here, in the flesh, her raw powerful atractivness already breaking through my weak resolve. I was still her slave.

"What will you do now?" I asked her.

Her electric green eyes burned into me in reply. "I've missed you Micheal. I've missed you every day."

"You left me; without any explanation, without saying goodbye." I said accusingly.

"We were stuck there in Amsterdam ." She said, "What kind of a life did we have? We were two of a kind Micheal, but what we both needed were partners who could support us. Gregory asked me to marry him. He knew about you, it was a condition that I never contact you while he was alive. He wanted to make a baby with me."

"How did he die?"

"He wanted to make another baby. Doctor told him he shouldn't, but Gregory said he would be happy to die trying."

I was about to laugh when I saw her expression.

"It must have been terrible for you."

"It was." She said. "I did love him Micheal. I made myself love him. He was my husband."

We looked at each other in silence for a moment.

"Do you still love me Micheal?" she asked.

"I don't know." I said; "I've tried hard to get you out of my system. You hurt me, Anushka."

"I still love you." She offered. "I loved my husband and I love my little boy, but I still love you."

Look into those green demonic eyes, look at her face while Anushka tells you she loves you, she wants you; and try to resist her. I tried.

And failed of course.

  "Let's go to your place." She suggested.

The stunning Anushka was in my arms again; was she elixir or poison? I didn't know, but I had to have her either way.

Underneath her designer clothing, the body I had once known so intimately was waiting for me. There were stretch marks on her belly, and a small cesarean scar, but it was nearly as flat as ever none the less.

Her incredible breasts had been stretched and had fallen a little, becoming a bit more realistic.

The air seemed to crackle about us as our naked bodies met again after five long years apart.

She had known another man, I had known several other women; yet the massive sexuality we knew together was as powerful as it had ever been. The touch of her body, the smell of her, those gleaming eyes pressed the same buttons they had in the past. I kissed her, my cock like iron in her gentle but insistent hand.

I felt like a man running happily towards the abys. I knew that if I did this, if I pushed my cock into her body again, I'd never get it back out. That if I made love with her, I'd be her slave again.

But at the same time, I was confident that I had the same power over her. That she wanted me with the same dangerous, almost self destructive passion.

Naked, we kissed, our bodies striving to make as much contact as possible. Our legs and arms intertwined, our hands held tightly, our mouths needed to make up for lost time.

Dangerous, exciting, unpredictable, and very very sexy;  Yes, it was her, that woman I could never stop desiring. Anushka!

I'd gone back to Vera when I first returned to England. She offered me a place to live, an easy life. But to stay with her would be a crime; she loved me, and I couldn't love her back.

I'd seduced a series of women, nice women, beautiful women. But I couldn't stay with any of them, I was ruined by Anushka.

I'd thought I would get over her in time, perhaps find happiness with someone else one day; but now she was back in my bed, in my arms, in my head.

Her long shapely legs spread apart; her wet vagina glistened, calling my cock to itself, our need mutual and growing urgent.

She groaned in sweet agony as my cock slowly entered her passage, holding me close. Her eyes shone with that incredible passion I once knew, and she grabbed my shaft with her powerful vaginal muscles, her experienced snatch the only equal to my hard cock.

Slowly, I fucked her; my cock sliding deep into her long slim body as we held on to each other as if the hounds of hell were trying to wrest us apart.

"Never leave me Micheal!" she whispered desperately, "Stay with me, say you'll stay with me."

My body was tingling with energy, with the euphoria of sex, love, hope. I had no choice, I had to believe her. Believe that this time she would not betray me, that she wouldn't break my heart again.

"I will." I said.

"Forever?" she demanded.

"Yes." I replied, banging her hard. "If you'll be mine."

"I am yours, I was always yours;" She said, "in my heart."

I continued, my big cock filling her still exquisite frame.

"I want more than your heart." I told her. "I want your loyalty, your devotion."

"Harder Michael, Harder!" she urged. "I am yours now, don't torture me."

  "Promise me you'll stay with me."

"I Promise!"

"Rich or poor, no matter what."

"I will!"

I kissed her then. I couldn't resist those lips, those luscious delicious lips. I kissed her, that terrible love machine, that woman to end all women, and I kept reaming her, my big cock at home within her tight hot passage.

It was odd to think that she had been pregnant, given birth, lived a life without me.

She began to climax, and I felt that old power, the incredible thrill of making her come. She gripped my ass tightly in her hands, bucking her hips upwards as if she hadn't had a fuck since I'd known her last.

"Oh God! Michael!" She screamed, "Love me! Say you still love me Michael!"

"I love you Anushka." I told her, driving my dick in and out of her.

She groaned in relief, as if I'd pulled a thorn from her heart, her vagina pulsed against my shaft, and I kept giving it to her.

"Will you marry me?" she asked suddenly, holding my face from her as she stared into my eyes, yet still meeting each hard thrust with her own.

I stopped, stunned.

It was the unspoken gap, the last barrier between us.

Because if I had married her back in Amsterdam, she would have gotten residency, permission to work, health insurance, the security she had always craved.

But then she wouldn't have needed me anymore. What fool would marry a prostitute? No matter how in love you were, it was a disaster recipe.

"Marry me Michael!" she insisted, "My son needs a father, I need a husband."

I looked down into her eyes, my cock stood hard and invincible inside her naked frame.

"I don't have much money." I told her, "I mean, not compared to your last husband."

She dug her fingers into my ass, urging me to continue.

"I don't need money now Michael." She said, rolling us over so she was on top.

She bounced up and down, shifting her hips back and forth in a maddening manner, her belly contracting with the effort and her generous breasts springing with her.

"I need man." She concluded. She stopped, sitting on my hips with my rod standing in her middle, looking down at me through the tangle of her ruined perm.

"Well?" she said.

"I want a child." I said.

She laughed; "Girl or boy?" she demanded, shifting her hips again as if by her action she could control the outcome.

"Doesn't matter." I said.

"Is a deal!" She pronounced, pushing back hard against my shaft and beginning to come again.

She reached behind and took my balls in her hand, squeezing them expertly, just enough so that I couldn't take it.

I pumped her full of sperm as she quivered in delicious forgotten orgasm.

We lay together, our bodies cooling but our emotions running as hot as ever.

"I have enough for us both." She said, "I have car, driver, house, monthly stipend."

"I thought you said you have nothing."

"Almost nothing. Bastard Old Man was worth five hundred million pounds."

  "That's a lot." I said.

"Your stepson will be a rich man one day." She said.

"Get rid of that driver." I said, "He gives me the creeps."

My fiancé went to the window and pulled back the curtain, opened the latch and leaned out, still naked.

"Gregory! You're fired!" she hollered.

Ace 2008  

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