I asked Anastasia if she would send Cee over. When Cee agreed to join, she told me that while she was in regardless, it would be hotter for her if she were getting paid. She wasn’t particularly hung up on the amount, but she wanted to feel wanted in a way that money would symbolize. This was particularly true given that, she knew, I was paying two (though three were being paid) of the other ladies. [More on this anon.] We had a discussion and settled on what I would say was a symbolic, gestural (but still real) sum, but, one that represented a wad stack if paid in fives. (Cee didn’t want ones, as they’d make her feel like a stripper, she said, and she wanted a stack of bills. So a stack she would get.)
[Ed. note: prior to 2009, I paid for gobs of sex. In the years since, I haven’t. I’ve paid for the occasional handjob/happy-ending massage, usually when I’m emotionally dysregulated. Serena is one of two women I’ve paid for more than that in the years since 2009. (Cleo is the other. They both arrived in my life in the relatively dark moments at the end of the time this blog was dark.) I gave myself a pass this evening, to facilitate the achievement of a fantasy.]
Anyway: Cee arrived at the table, resplendent in her green dress, her full (36C/D) breasts spilling out deliciously, with her incredible smile lighting the way through the dark bar. Jesus fuck, I thought. I’m about to have all of that! We chatted briefly. We ascertained that she hadn’t traveled to me with her purse, that she had nowhere to put a wad of fives. So that part of the evening would have to happen later. (It was, in the event, just about the last thing that transpired all evening, in a handoff that lacked some of the sexiness Cee had hoped for. “Next time,” I told her, “I’ll make it right.” And I will.)
But back to our story…. I sent Cee back to the ladies’ table, but not before sending her to the bathroom so I could watch her phenomenal ass swaying away from me not once but twice.
A few minutes later, X arrived, the first to be sent to me by Anastasia. X wore a white corset and a white rayon skirt. “Real rayon,” she proudly said to me – she had said proudly to Anastasia, and we had discussed. (As opposed to what…?) Her breasts were only just barely contained in – or really, resting on – her corset. Her full lips were crimson, and in a semi-permanent pout. Smoking hot, I couldn’t believe my luck. Since we were meeting for the first time, I asked her some of the questions whose answers I’d previously gleaned from the others. “What are your boundaries?” “What are your preferences?” Stuff like that. She surprised me with an interesting one: she wanted her mouth to be first on my cock.
Well, fine!
Turns out – incomprehensibly to me, but sensibly to her – she felt it would somehow be less risky to suck my cock before six others had than after. “Are you planning on kissing the ladies?” I asked. “Hell yeah!” said X. Um. Ok. She explained something about the back of the throat being more fertile transmission territory than the front of the mouth. Ok….
Next over was Polina, in a sexy black dress. She was palpably excited (and FUCK is she hot – her breasts are much smaller than Cee’s or X’s, but, like both of them, she’s a woman with hips and an ass), and exciting! We talked for a few, and then, I think, Cee was back. I waited a moment, and sent Cee and Polina upstairs, with some directions. “Polina, get yourself settled, and send me a photo when you’re ready! And, get the music started.”
Their two magnificent asses drifted, swayed, away, toward the elevator, as over came Amira, and then Serena. Amira’s dress was also black, ruched, sort of like this, but not velvet…
Amira doesn’t look like that, but she doesn’t not look like that – it’s kinda her type. But she’s prettier. Smilier, Warmer. And I can’t imagine her in those earrings.
Serena? She had put her tiny body (she’s like 4’11”, A-cup, slender, but still crazy curvy) in black jeans and a black bustier and sheer white blouse.
FUCK the quantity of beauty in my face at this point was overwhelming. Particularly given what I knew was in store for me. And them.