“Girls, I think you’re gonna enjoy today’s entertainment,” Billie Harris said to her Thursday afternoon bridge partners, “it’s been a long time since we’ve had a really well hung stud grace our presence, but today I think I’ve outdone myself!!!” Kimberly Farlow crossed and uncrossed her legs and while asking softly, “Is he as big as Bobby, you know that kid that did your lawn a couple of years ago!?!” “I don’t know about that,” Billie said with a laugh, “but Jamel is much more, shall we say, forceful, than Bobby ever was, in fact, I think that you could say that he’s really quite dominant!!!” “Oh, good,” Marion Hart chimed in while stubbing out her cigarette, “I really liked Bobby, but he was so soft spoken and docile that you didn’t feel like you were really being taken, ya know what I mean!?!” Barbara Knox threw her head back and laughed before exclaiming, “I seem to remember you screaming pretty darn loud when Bobby shoved that monster into your pussy, Marion!!!” Both Billie and Kimberly snickered at Barb’s comment, but Marion just shrugged her shoulders and rejoined, “I didn’t say it wasn’t great, I just meant that he was a little bit on the shy side, come on guys, give me a break will ya!!!” “Now ladies,” Billie chided, “let’s play some cards until he gets here, we’ll have plenty of time to compare techniques later on, so let’s deal!!!”
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The women were in the middle of their third bridge rubber when the door bell rang three times quickly bringing the game to a crashing halt!!! Billie got up quickly and made her way to the front door where she invited in a tall black man of about twenty eight and a young white girl who was introduced as Marie!!! “Girls,” Billie said while entering the living room, “I’d like you to meet Jamel, and this is his friend Marie!!!” The other three women at the table must have looked pretty dumb with their mouths hanging open and all, but Marion finally caught her breath and offered, “It’s so nice to meet you Jamel, Billie here was just extolling your many virtues, and to say the least we were very impressed!!!” Jamel looked at her coldly and replied evenly, “You white bitches are all alike, but don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you, but before were done here today, I can just about guarantee that you’ll all be black dick sucking whores!!!”
Martin anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as he checked his watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. “Where is that man,” he thought to herself, “I wish for once he’d be on time!!!” Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Martin quickly buzzed his friend in. Opening the door he listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, he swore there was more than just Ernie’s steps he was hearing! A second or two later she was proven right, as Ernie and a young man of perhaps twenty or so turned up the last flight to Martin’s apartment. Martin looked at the young visitor and asked Ernie, “Who’s your friend, or is it a secret!?!” Before he answered, Ernie gave Martin’s crotch a squeeze and replied, “I found him down at the bus station and for two hundred dollars he’ll do us both!!!”
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Both Ernie and Andy, the young man’s name, entered the apartment and sat down on the sofa while Martin went to the kitchen for some refreshments. After everyone had their drinks Martin asked Andy, “Do you know why you’re here, son?” Andy took a sip of his drink and answered softly, “To service you and Ernie, sir!” Martin by now had had a chance to give the young stud a going over, and his pecker had begun to erect itself at the prospect of having such a young man sucking his big cock!!! Martin and Ernie were both single gays in their early sixties who had met several years earlier and now got together once a week for some recreational sex. Once in a great while one of them would find someone else to bring to the party, and today Ernie had scored big!!! In this game of suck the cock, younger was always better as they had the firm delectable bodies seniors could only dream about!!!
As Marla wiggled her ass in the face of the half drunken Japanese businessman he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her g-string covered crack. After the quick feel, he stuck a thousand yen into her waist band and called out to the waitress for another drink. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening, and still the company men, as they are called in Japan, were drinking and carousing with there business associates. It was said that sake and geisha girls was the oil that kept Japan’s corporate structure lubricated. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”! Being blonde and from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes, watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to American rock music. Walking down Tokyo’s busy Ginza district, and you would have thought you were in Times Square with all the American logos burning in bright neon lights. Marla was just another American icon to be bought and sold, only her commodity was her very supple and sensuous twenty four year old body. Like she said to her American compatriots, “We’re just doing our part to help balance the trade deficit !”
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Marla had answered an ad in the New York News about fabulous money to be made in the Far East, and after going for an interview, she found out that while not very glamorous, working the bars and night clubs of Tokyo and Osaka could earn a pretty blonde girl five thousand dollars a week! The hours would be long, but the rewards great for someone with a little ambition. Marla was at the time working a legal secretary making seven hundred dollars a week, a salary that barely made ends meet in New York City, so a week later she was on a plane to Tokyo, getting ready to start a brand new career. She found out right away that you could indeed make five grand a week, but to do it, you had to let the free handed businessmen touch you in very intimate places, and while not a prude, it took her several weeks to become accustomed to the pawing and leering that she had to endure while dancing at the club. In her third week, Marla got her first proposal to make some real money. A young executive wanted to take her to a hotel and make love to her. He seemed like a likable sort, and he wasn’t drunk like most of the other men in the bar that night, so she made arrangements to meet him in the hotel bar after her shift was over.
It has been almost twenty five years since Doug Mitchell came home from Vietnam, a war he never understood, but one in which fought, because his country called. Some of the things he saw sickened him, and to this day have made a lasting impression on him. He would like to forget it all, but a decision he made back in l973 makes that impossible. In 1971, Saigon was a wide open city with more than the normal number of vices to lure the young American soldiers. From gambling casinos to opium dens to twenty four hour brothels, there was a plethora of things to do for a soldier on the prowl, and being only twenty two years old at the time, Doug took part in his share of the Saigon night life. During a visit to an obscure whorehouse on the fringe of the red light district, he met a young Vietnamese girl who turned tricks for $15 a head that he got to know during his frequent visits, and over time they became friends. He found out that when she was only eighteen, her father sold her into prostitution for what amounted to about $500.00 U.S. dollars, and on her way to the brothel, her handlers beat her and forced her continually to perform sex acts on all of them. In the three days it took to reach Saigon, she became conditioned to do what ever the men ordered her to!!!
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Being very pretty and very young, she was a hot commodity for anyone who had the money to pay for her services, and by the time she met Doug, she was nineteen years old and had been turning tricks for over a year. After years of having sex with thousands of strange men, Su Lin began to equate acceptance with sex, and it was only by giving her body that she was able to feel any sort of self esteem. Doug promised her that some day he would get her out of ‘Nam and take her to America, so as the war began to turn against the U.S. and with Doug’s hitch was coming to an end, he got help from army lawyers to obtain a passport for Su. In August of ’73, Doug slipped her out of the brothel and put her on a plane to San Francisco. Two weeks later he was discharged from the service, and met her in California, and a month later, Doug and Su Lin were married in a little chapel just off Castro St. It was the start of what Doug hoped would be a happy life together, but he had no idea of the problems that were to arise almost immediately!!!
As long as Carl could remember his dick was bigger than anyone else, and even as a very young boy he could tell that the other boys were no match for him in the “meat” department. When he reached eighteen it didn’t take long for Carl to figure out that having a huge cock was a distinct advantage. The girls he dated talked to other girls and the word got around that Carl was one hung young stud. Each date would end up with Carl’s cock being sucked or fucked by some little cunt that just couldn’t get enough. When Carl was nineteen his whole life changed due to an incident that occurred in a movie theater. Carl was alone in the rest room using the urinal when a man of about forty five stepped up to the adjoining stall. Carl had barely noticed his presence until the older man asked if he would let him suck his cock for $100.00. Carl hadn’t even had time to answer when the man produced five twenty dollar bills from his pocket and stuck them out to Carl. Stunned for a moment, Carl looked the guy over and thought, “Why not,” and took the money from the out stretched hand. “Where,” asked Carl as he quickly pocketed the cash? “How about in the back row of the theater, it’s almost empty?!?” For the next ten minutes Carl’s nine inch dick got the sucking of it’s life! Those teenage girls couldn’t hold a candle to this experienced cocksucker, and as he shot his load down the old guys throat Carl had a revelation, he bet that a lot of other people would pay to suck his cock too! When the man finished his job, he stood up to leave but also gave his business card to Carl and told him to give him a call later that week. Carl said “maybe” and continued watching the show, but he also pocketed the card and was already thinking of how he would spend his next C note.
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After a few days Carl decided to call the number on the business card, and after a short conversation, made an appointment to meet Jack, the name of the back row cocksucker, at a motel in the neighborhood. He arrived at the motel and met Jack in room 27. When Carl came in, Jack was already naked with a nice hardon, so with very little small talk, Jack began to strip off Carl’s clothes, sucking and licking all the way down to his huge erection. Now on his knees, Jack sucked Carl’s stiff pecker until it shot into his waiting mouth. When he came, Jack moaned as if he were coming himself, and it was quite obvious that Jack was in love with Carl’s cock! Now Carl had never sucked a cock himself, but seeing how much Jack loved it, he decided to give it a try, so after pushing Jack back onto the bed, Carl leaned over and gently took in the older man’s prick, surprised at how smooth the head was! Although it tasted a little salty it was really starting to turn him on! Cocksucker!!! That’s what Jack called him as Carl licked and sucked the knob of his dick. The sound of the word cocksucker gave Carl a tremendous hardon, and as he sucked Jack to his orgasm he reached down and began to furiously fist his own cock, so when Jack’s sperm gushed into his waiting mouth his own cock began to spasm violently, shooting another huge load!!!
“Hello, I’m Cole Denton, and you must be Mr. Taylor,” the young man said while extending his hand, “I’m happy to meet you!!!” “P-please come in, Mr. Denton, would you care for something to drink,” the older man asked nervously!?! “No thanks, I’m okay, but would you like something,” Cole asked gently, “you look a little nervous?!?” “Does it show that much,” he asked with a little laugh, “I thought I was hiding it pretty well!?!” “I take it that you’ve never done anything like this before,” he went on easily, “well let me put your mind at ease, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do, it’s as simple as that, you’re the boss!!!” A sigh of relief seemed to waft through him as he responded softly, “I really appreciate that, Mr. Denton, I was close to calling it off, but now I’m glad that I didn’t!!!” “Good,” he replied enthusiastically, “now for starters, I think that we should do away with all this Mr. and Mr. stuff and use Cole and Mike!?!”
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After making small talk for a few minutes, Cole finally turned the conversation and asked softly, “So, Mike, what is it that you’d like to do, I’m at your service!?!” He fidgeted nervously in his seat and said haltingly, “I-I don’t know, what do you think we should do first!?!” “Well,” Cole replied smoothly, “how about if I strip for you, most of the men like seeing me take of my clothes, how does that sound to you!?!” “Oh, yes,” he replied almost breathlessly, “that sounds very nice, I’d love to see you take off your things!!!” “Do you like big cocks,” Cole asked while taking off his shirt and exposing his smoothly muscled tanned chest!?! “Y-yes,” he moaned quietly, “I love big cocks, is yours big!?!” “I don’t know,” he replied while sliding off his tight pants, “how big is big, what’s big to you might be small to someone else?!?” “My lover was seven inches long and that seemed pretty big to me,” he moaned as Cole’s bikini underwear came into view!!! Cole now stood not more than three feet away from him and with hands on his hips asked in a low voice, “Why don’t you pull these down for and see for yourself, I hope it doesn’t disappoint you!!!” With his hands now literally shaking, he reached out and after hooking his fingers in the waist band, took a deep breath and began tugging them down over his firm thighs, and as the rapidly thickening dick popped into view he gasped and stammered, “I-I don’t believe it, h-how big is it, it’s incredible!?!” “I’m not sure,” he whispered, “why don’t you feel for yourself and tell me how big you think it is?!?” With his eyes the size of saucers, he gingerly reached out and softly caressed the big head, inducing it to spasm slightly while moaning softly, “I-it must be eight inches long, is that about right!?!” “Ohhhhh, Mike,” he chuckled, “I’m afraid that you’re a little off, but just by and inch and a half!!!” “Oh god,” he gaped, “it’s nine and a half inches long, and so thick, c-can I suck it, please can I suck it!?!”
