Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 17:56:00 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Eleven.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Eleven

   He was right too. He was like an iron bar as he entered me while I was
still half asleep and I didn't have the strength to fight him, so I lay
back and enjoyed it. He wasn't a two minute man like most men for it was
nearly fifteen minutes of reaming me did he finally come, once to my twice.

   It was glorious having me brought up to two orgasms without my having to
help in the process. I didn't want to move when he pulled out but I felt it
was my due to rouse myself up from my pleasure to return some of it by
taking his wet, still erect penis in my mouth and suck on him till it
finally shrank down to half its size. Only then could I lay back and try to
relive the morning and previous evenings sessions with him on top and
inside me.

   As I lay there and looked and saw his black hand caress my white breast,
I recalled the thoughts I had after our first coupling. What did it
actually look like to see his black shaft moving in and out of me and then
remembered that Pole that I had met at Trevor's place.

   Bart! Yes, that was the name. He would video people making love,
privately of course and I then began to wonder if Ralph would be in favour
of having us filmed fucking each other. Maybe he wouldn't like to do it in
front of somebody else, as for me, well I had done it with Walter and
Dorothy, so I think I could cope with it.

   Well it wasn't me who had to get an erection to do the job, Ralph might
not be able to get it up with an audience. You bloody fool, I said to
myself. You've got a body that would make a dead man rise if he could still
see, I said, so why shouldn't Ralph.

   I lay there musing how to put this across to him when my mobile phone
went off. I had a quick glance at the bedside clock to see that it was half
past eleven in the morning as I scrambled off the bed to find my bag. I
found the phone and pressed the appropriate button and got back onto the
bed. It was Samantha and she went straight into the attack.

   `What the hell went down last night? I've just had a call from your
escort of last night, thanking me for our past services and that you were
most pleasant last night. To the point of introducing him to another of our
clients who will no longer be using the agency. She as it happens, had been
out with Ralph.

   How the hell you got these two together I don't know, but I've now lost
two regulars because of you.' Ralph was listening as he had heard me
mention Samantha's name, and now he snatched the phone from my hand.

   `Samantha! It was not Magenta's fault. If you want to blame anybody,
blame me because it was I who suggested they went home together,' he
shouted down the phone.

   `Ah, the penny's dropped. So you two are there and that's why the other
two went off together so that you two could shack up for the night,' she
shouted.

   `What we do after the contract time runs out is our own affair, not
yours,' he shouted back and cut off the call and handed me back the
phone. `Bloody woman telling me who I can or cannot go to bed with. Half of
the clients she got on the books only use her as a substitute for a
brothel.'

   His eyes were flashing fire and he stomped off out of the bedroom and
into the kitchen, me knowing that because I heard the tap running and
guessed he was going to make some coffee or tea.

   The phone rang again and I knew it was her calling back.

   `Magenta, I'm sorry and I apologise for what I said earlier,' she said
in a much calmer voice this time.

   `If that's Sam on the phone again, tell her to fuck off,' Ralph shouted
from the bedroom door.

   `I heard that,' Samantha said. `Please tender him my apologies too. With
clients, I suppose it's a case of you can't win them all. The reason I'm
phoning again, apart from the apology, is to say I have you booked for this
evening.' She then went on to give me the details, and added a rider. `Can
you also ask Ralph if he is free this evening for escort duty or not?'

   `Hold on a moment. Ralph,' I shouted, `are you free for tonight?'

   `Yes,' I heard him growl. `Note the details for me,' he finished.

   `He's okay,' I told her and repeated what she said for him to hear.

   `Fine,' said Samantha, `well have a nice...evening,' and rang off.

   `Bloody woman,' Ralph said coming back into the bedroom with two cups of
coffee which smelt heavenly as it was ground and not instant. `She should
go out some evenings and see how many times she gets hit upon. How many try
it on with you?' he asked as he passed over the cup. `Out of ten, tell me?'

   `Oh, I would say six maybe seven. Mind you, I do seem to finish up with
a lot of gay men.'

   `Well I have nine out of ten that want to get me in the sack!'

   `You should be flattered,' I said.

   `Christ Magenta! Half of them are older than my mother!'

   `So? How many of them do you accept?'

   `All of them,' he grinned and I couldn't help but laugh. `Well it pays
for this pad. I couldn't afford the rent otherwise. I've even had offers to
be set up on my own to be exclusive to them,' he gave a shiver. `A stud's
one thing, but being a toy boy at some old harridan's beck and call is
another.'

   `Well I've been asked to play parts in films,' I said airily.

   `That's more than I have I must say,' Ralph said now sitting down on the
bed, making me lose sight of his dong that had been swinging about as he
had paced the room just beforehand.

   `I didn't accept of course as they are, I think, known as blue
films. Though he did, the producer or director, I'm not sure which, came up
with a good idea that I liked.'

   `And what was that?' Ralph asked, settling himself down on the bed next
to me.

   `Well,' I started, trying to get my thoughts in order so that I could
make it sound right. `Let me put it this way. When we were doing it for the
first time, or rather when we had finished, you said that it can never be
repeated, remember? I flew up like a piece of fried bread?'

   `Yes,' he grinned giving my inner thigh a stroke.

   `You said it was like a kaleidoscope.'

   `That's right.'

   `Well, if it had been filmed on video, we could watch it again and again
and maybe get a similar thrill just by watching ourselves do it, over and
over again.'

   `That would be great, but...wait a minute. You're not suggesting...?'

   `Well, I was thinking that it would be nice. I've never seen myself
having such a man as you and wondered what it would be like to see just how
much I enjoy it,' I finished lamely at seeing his face.

   `It'd be a porno film,' Ralph said.

   `No, no. That's the point. It's a private film going onto a video. No
one else. It would be just us two.'

   `Plus him taking the film.'

   `I thought that would be the hang up. Having someone watching even
though it would be through the eye of a camera. Oh well. I thought it was a
good idea when I thought about it. I would just loved to have seen what I
felt. Your big black cock sliding up between my white thighs, to see your
shaft going in and out knowing that it was me that you were fucking,' I
sighed.

   `Would it turn you on?' he asked.

   `I don't know not having seen myself being fucked,' I almost shouted at
him. `If you don't want to, it doesn't matter, for I suppose someone would
like a video of me with them that they could look back on in later years
and smile in the fond memory of the night he went to bed with Magenta.' I
shut up then for I think I went a bit too far with that last bit and
concentrated on drinking my now lukewarm coffee. It was tepid enough to put
my finger in and make some drops land on my nipples and then offering my
tits for him to suck as the coffee ran down over my breasts.

   `You...are...a...witch,' he said as he bent his head and licked off the
coffee, spilling half of his cup as he did so. That finished our session as
I had to get up for him to strip the bed before the coffee stain got
through to the mattress.

   He was quite house proud really. The sheet went straight into the
washing machine in the hope of not ruining the sheet and I had a shower and
then got dressed to go home. I had some shopping to do so that mother and I
had something to eat in the house for she wouldn't of thought of getting
any food in.

   `Magenta!' he exclaimed when he saw me dressed and I explained that I
had things to do and he accepted that and held me for a nice long kiss,
before I left, his todger beginning to rise up as we did so. Oh what the
hell, I thought, so I broke off the kiss and went down on my knees in front
of him. His big black cock with its pink head showing was up and ready so I
took him in my mouth and almost blew his brains out.

   Mind you, sucking on that tool did things to me also. I wanted to tear
my clothes off again and have it inside me instead of in my mouth as I was
getting that wet between my thighs. But I stuck to what I was doing and
gave him a great mouth fuck, letting him take over at the end part by
holding him hard and fast in my hand as he used his hips to slide his cock
in and out of my mouth.

   He came in great bursts again as I thought he would and managed to close
my gullet in time so that it wouldn't choke me as it collected there for me
to whisk round in my mouth before swallowing. It was hot and copious as I
knew it would be and I could almost taste the coffee he had drunk. He
lifted me up as easily as pie after I had licked him clean and got a
smacking great kiss from him notwithstanding that I smeared his lips with
his own come.

   `We must get together again soon,' he said into my hair as he hugged me.

   `And that can't be soon enough,' I gasped as he'd almost squashed all
the breath out of me in his embrace. `And don't forget about the video.'

   `You're not going to give up on that idea, are you?' he asked, holding
me by the elbows and looking into my face.

   `No,' I said. `I want to see myself having fun and doing what I like
doing. If it isn't with you, though that is my first choice, then it'll be
with someone else. Think about it.' I gave him a quick peck on the lips and
left his apartment before he tried to bring up any more counter arguments
to my proposal.

   I did my shopping and also my escort duties for that evening, telling
the nerd at the end of it that I wasn't a whore and told him to fuck off. I
masturbated alone in my bed that night thinking of Ralph and gave a great
big sigh when I was finally able to bring myself off to an orgasm.

   It was about a fortnight later that Ralph phoned me one afternoon,
surprised that he had my number.

   `How did you get it?' I asked him.

   `From the office files,' he said. `I was in the agency yesterday and
Samantha asked me to look after the shop while she went to the toilet. So I
took the opportunity to look into the files.'

   `You shouldn't have done that.'

   `I know, but it was the only way to find out how to contact you.'

   `Okay, so what did you want me for?' I asked, getting butterflies start
up in my belly hoping it was going to be what we had talked of at our last
meeting together.

   `First. Have you got a job for this evening, because I have?'

   `Yes,' I replied. `Eight o'clock,' butterflies still moving about.

   `So have I, but mine's for seven thirty. Could we meet somewhere for a
drink and a chat, say about six?'

   `What about the club I go to?' and I told him the name and where it
was. It was roughly about half way between where he lived and my house.

   `I know the place. Six o'clock then?'

   `Yes. Give my name to the doorman and say that I'm meeting you there
because it doesn't normally open till seven, but they always let some of us
regulars in early.' With that, I saw I still had time for my bath before
going to meet him, hoping it was for what I wanted to hear.

   `There's somebody inside to meet you Magenta,' the doorman said as I
arrived at the club a couple of minutes after six. I gave him my thanks for
letting Ralph in and went and found him at the bar.

   `Hello Ralph,' I said slipping onto a stool next to him.

   `Hello Magenta,' he said with a smile. `What would you like to drink?'
There was no need to answer that as Peter started to do my drink as soon as
he saw me walk through the door. Barmen like Peter are very hard to find.

   `Can we sit somewhere more private?' Ralph asked as he paid for the
drinks and I thought I saw him wince at the price. I glanced around and
saw, apart from us two and Peter the barman, there were only two other
people in the place, but I shrugged my shoulders and led him off to one of
the secluded corners of the club where it was very dark and very, very
private. A gave him a brief kiss on the cheek as we sat down.

   `So, what did you want to say in this dark corner, or do?' I asked with
a smile on my face as I rubbed his thigh.

   `Well, I was out doing my manly escort duties the other night and I was
asked to stay over for the night in her hotel room. I seldom refuse when
the money is right.'

   `Was she pretty?' I asked, my hand now on the inside of his thigh
rubbing up high to his crotch.

   `Passable, but I wouldn't climb over you to get to her,' he smiled and
opened his legs a little bit wider. `Well she turns the room's television
on to the adult channel and we watch the soft porn film it was showing. Now
they never show a man's erection...'

   `Like this?' I interrupted, feeling that he was really hard inside his
trousers from my hand movements on him.

   `Or a man's penis,' he continued, ignoring what I had said. `But they
show you the actions of her going down on him and him doing the same to
her, though none of the nitty gritty bits. Then she wanted us to act out
the film, and so we did. But it got me thinking to what you said when we
were last together.'

   `The only time,' I corrected him, my stomach churning to give me a glow
at having him mention about what I had asked.

   `So if it would be a private video and you still want to do it, I don't
see why not.' I could see he was smiling for his teeth showed up quite well
in the dark even though I couldn't really see his features. I think he was
also smiling because I had just pulled his erection out of his trousers and
was slowly rubbing it up and down with my hand.

   `I would love to see this enormous thing doing things to me Ralph,' I
said, `such as this,' and I bent down and took the head of his tool into my
mouth as I worked on him with my hand. I felt him ease himself back on the
seat as my head bobbed on him, sucking and teasing his cock.

   I recognised his smell and breathed in deep through my nose as I played
with him and worked him harder and made him come. His hand was gently
resting on my head as I held his cock firm as his hips moved up to pump his
organ between my tightly compressed lips, feeling his come shoot into my
mouth with every jerk he made.

   I waited till he had finished moving before I swallowed his emission and
then sucked and licked till it was all out of him and he was clean enough
to be put back inside his trousers.

   `Now that's just the thing that I would like to see,' making a show of
smacking my lips together while trying to smile at the same time.

   `You're a darling Magenta,' he said taking hold of my hand as I finished
zipping him up. `So if you want to fix it up, give me a ring of where and
when,' he said as he gave me a slip of paper which I assumed was his phone
number. Not wanting to fumble with my purse in the dark, pushed it down the
front of my top for the time being. `I think I'd better be going now as I
don't want to be late.' He let go of my hand and used his mobile phone to
ring for a cab. Then he finished his drink and took my hand again. `I know
your date isn't till eight, but can I drop you off somewhere?'

   `What time is it now?'

   `Nearly ten past seven.' I didn't realise that we'd been in the club for
over an hour.

   `Okay,' I said, finishing my drink. `My date won't mind me turning up
early. `I've been with him before and we always have a drink first in the
bar of his hotel.' I found my bag and we went upstairs to find the cab
waiting outside. `This is the firm that Samantha uses,' I said recognising
the driver.

   `That's right,' he grinned. `I got their number from the filing cabinet
too.'

   `You bugger,' I laughed. `I suppose you're going to sign the chit for it
as well?'

   `Too bloody right,' he laughed with me, and so we drove off to the hotel
where he had to go and then signed the chit and gave him the name of the
hotel I had to go to. `Can't wait for your phone call,' he said with a
smile as he shut the door and turned to go into the hotel. We drove off and
I was soon at the hotel where my date would be waiting. I thanked the
driver and went in and found him at the bar.

   He was, I would say, closer to fifty than forty and had the appearance
of being like a family doctor or solicitor. At least he dressed like
one. Three piece suit and white shirt with a starched collar and a very
conservative taste in ties and his shoes were always brilliantly shined. He
was also very shy which appealed to me when we first went out together,
this being our fourth time now. I must have seemed the kind of person he
could talk to and so I heard all about his wife and at how much of a
Puritan she was.

   I gathered from what he said and didn't say that he was hoping that I
would do what his wife wouldn't. I felt so sorry for him that I did exactly
that, and now we did it every time he came into town. There would be a
slight change this night, but that will be revealed later as the evening
wears on.

   `Hello Max,' I said in his ear before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He
still flushed every time I did this and I'm sure it delighted him though I
always hoped that he didn't think it was from pity, because I never took
money from him.

   When our evening came to a close, we always went out to eat at either a
Chinese restaurant or an Indian one, and I knew that it would be Bombay
Duck and a nice hot spiced curry with all the trimmings for tonight.

   I called him Max though his full name was Maximillian Schonbraun. His
family had been originally Austrian with a mixture of Italian and Jew and
they had fled his homeland well before the Second World War and he was
actually a professor of history at some university, though he never did
tell me where it was.

   `Hello Magenta,' he said shyly, giving me a peck on the cheek which was
only the third time he had done so. We acted out a charade of him being my
uncle for the sake of the hotel staff though I never went up to his room
and we only ever met in the bar. `You're looking rather bright and breezy
this evening.'

   `Yes, I feel that way. I met up with an old friend earlier and we are
going to get together again soon.'

   `That's good. You're only young once, so enjoy it.'

   `I intend to Max, I intend to,' I smiled at him and accepted my drink
that had become a ritual now. `What's showing tonight?'

   What we did, was to go to an old run down place that once used be a
theatre and was now a cinema that showed films from the continent that were
really soft porn and had sub titles.

   `One of the Emmanuel films, though I've forgotten which one it is
tonight.' We finished our drinks and went out and got a taxi that took us
to what really was a flea pit of a cinema. He gave me my customary box of
chocolates in the taxi, though I scarcely ate many of them and gave the box
and most of contents to my mother as she liked chocolate as much as I did.

   We duly arrived at the cinema and he bought two circle tickets and we
then went up the stairs, but when at the top, a note passed hands to the
usher. Five or ten pounds, I do not know, but instead of going into the
circle, we would go round and the usher would open a locked door that led
into one of two boxes on that side of the theatre. The place was that old
that they still had these two boxes either side of the theatre, but were
not used since it had been converted into a cinema.

   Into this box we would go and Max would slide the bolt across just in
case. There were two comfortable chairs there and where we were then out of
sight of the rest of the audience to sit and watch the film. These boxes
might have had their use when people were actually performing on the stage,
but with that space being filled with a big screen was not really a good
place to be to watch a film. If a breast was being shown on our side of
this screen, it looked enormous, but if it was the other side, it looked
like a bee sting.

   This didn't matter to me as we sat down and the film started for I
seldom bothered to watch them. With it being dark and secluded and you got
the first sight of a naked breast on the screen, was my cue to reach over
and unzip his trousers and pull out his erection. It wasn't that small
either and I think that his wife was missing out on a lot of fun that he
could have given her with what he had. I would then gently masturbate him
as the film went on, but tonight, I had this treat for him.

   I'd left off my panties and I took his hand and placed it under the
short skirt I was wearing for him to feel me for the first time. It was
almost an electric shock to him as he felt my muff not covered in
clothing. I kept his hand there and encouraged him to use his fingers which
he did so, putting them up inside me as I continued to gently massage his
rampant cock. So we sat there with his hand on my muff and two fingers up
inside me as I played with his penis.

   He must have seen this film before because he seemed to know exactly
when the woman in the film was going to go down on the man, though it was
never properly shown. His other hand would stop my manipulating him and I
knew then it was time for me to go down on him.

   I never did get to see these bits of the film for my head was below the
balcony rail giving him head and he would hold me as he bucked and came
into my mouth as he experienced what he was supposedly seeing on the large
screen just in front of us. He would jerk and come in my mouth and I would
swallow what it was and then continue to lick and suck him till I felt it
begin to wilt and that was it. A blow job for the price of a dinner and
drinks, chocolate and a taxi ride home.

   We would be out of the box as soon as the film finished, him with a big
smile on his face and me having the feeling that I'd helped him get through
another month or so with his Puritanical wife. We would more often than
not, walk to the restaurant and have our meal with one, sometimes two
bottles of wine before we parted.

   Me to home and him to his lonely bed in the hotel, but he was not
unhappy with that because I'd given him what his wife wouldn't, and that
was the difference. Though for this night he did have the memory of having
had his fingers up inside me in the darkness of the cinema and I was sure
that he would go the sleep that night, sniffing them.

   For me, the sucking of two cocks, one black and one white the same
evening wasn't enough. It was the thought of having Ralph again inside me
and having it filmed was what was turning me on, so I masturbated again
that night till I had an orgasm that left me really exhausted and it was
only after that that I could go to sleep to dream of being shafted by that
big black man again. Oh by the way, mother liked the chocolates.

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