Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 09:50:43 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Three

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

  Part Three

   Mother hadn't really missed me as I'd left enough money for her to buy
food and she hadn't really known I'd been gone that long. She might not
have missed me but there was something that I had missed and there was only
one way to get a quick fix of that.

   I raided the wardrobe and dragged out clothes that were all the fashion
in the seventies and going a bit over the top with make-up and thick red
lipstick, I looked the part of a hooker.

   I got a nasty look from the bouncer of the night club I went to, the
same one where I had picked up Joe and Abe for that fabulous week, well
four days and wished it had been a week. No sooner had I put my bum down on
a stool before I felt a hand stroke it and a man sat down next to me.

   `How much for a quickie?' he asked out of the corner of his mouth.

   `Fuck off! If I wasn't a lady, I'd floor you for touching me.'

   `Cunt,' I heard him mutter as he turned away and as I swung round he was
out of reach for me to clock him one.

   `Why does every man hit on me?' I asked the barman as he served me my
drink. He knew me now as I used to slip in here quite often for a quick
one, a drink I'm talking about, when I had a chance to escape from the
Chinese restaurant. `Do I look like I sell my body?'

   `Yes Magenta,' he said with a grin, pushing my glass towards me.

   `Well I don't! I give it away to the man that takes my fancy.'

   `Do you fancy me?' he asked with his ubiquitous smile.

   `No Peter, I prefer strangers and then there's no hang ups afterwards.'

   `More's the pity,' he said sadly as he moved down the bar to serve a
customer. I looked round to see if there was any talent in the place that
could catch my eye, but they looked a lot of dead beats waiting for the
floor show to begin.

   The show started, and having seen it several times, it did nothing for
me to watch a half naked girl swing round a pole giving a poor imitation of
thinking that it was a man's organ she was hanging on to. I was just about
to leave to go home and play with myself when I saw a very good looking man
come into the club. I saw the owner almost give him a bow as they spoke at
the entrance to the table area and I gave a quick glance at the tables down
on the floor and took a shrewd guess at which one he would be shown to.

   So I quickly got off my stool and went and sat down at one of the two
tables that were vacant near the front by the stage. I was settled down and
heard above the music, him being shown and sat down at the table just off
to my left.

   I sat there giving out the appearance of being bored, twirling my glass
and looking at my watch and signalled to the waiter to get me a refill. My
drink came and I still sat there, moving the glass around and knew that I
could feel the man's eyes on me and I wasn't wrong.

   `Excuse me.' I heard his voice behind me. `Do you mind if I join you?'

   `Yes,' I snapped. `I'm expecting someone.'

   `Well he seems to be a bit late,' he said, appearing to ignore what I
had said and sat down next to me.

   `My name is Walter Whiteman,' he said, offering me his hand which I
affected not to see. `It's only polite to give me yours in return even if
you don't want to shake my hand.'

   `I'm sorry,' I replied, making myself sound contrite. `I'm just furious
at being stood up. My name's Magenta,' I said, giving him a shy smile and
taking his hand and giving it a shake. I could see his eyes begin to rove
over my body and made a point of not looking directly at him so that he
could see the goods that I had on display without feeling guilty.

   `I'm really mad,' picking up my glass and draining it.

   `Can I buy you another? While you wait that is.'

   `Okay,' and watched him signal the waiter for another round, both of us
oblivious of the girl doing her bit on the stage. We talked and it must
have been an hour before he brought up the matter of my nonexistent escort
for the evening. `Well if he comes now, he can turn straight round and go
back to where he came from,' I said with a hiccup, placing my hand quite
heavily on the arm of this man called Walter. `I don't want to see him
again.' So this Walter began chatting me up and after another couple of
drinks asked him if he'd take me home as I'd had enough to drink. He didn't
argue, but called for and paid the bill and held my arm as we went out onto
the street where the bouncer whistled up a taxi.

   `Your place or mine?' he asked me as he helped me into the cab.

   `Whatever's closest,' I said, flopping down in the seat in the back.

   `Well as I don't know where you live, it had better be my place,' and he
gave the taxi driver the address he wanted and then got into the back with
me. `It's not really my place, but the hotel where I am staying for the
night,' he said as he settled down next to me and I put my arm through his
and rested my head on his shoulder. It was only a short journey and the
taxi stopped at the most expensive hotel in town and feeling slightly under
the weather, asked Walter if we could just take a walk round the block for
my head to clear. He said that would be all right and paid off the taxi and
put my arm through his for us to do a little bit of walking. He was the
perfect gentleman by putting himself on the outside of the pavement as all
men should when escorting a lady. A throw back to the old days when there
weren't proper drains and it was for the gentleman to take the splash of
water or mud from passing vehicles instead of the woman getting her dress
or gown wet or muddy.

   It was quite a large block that we slowly went round but that walk was a
tonic for me as it blew away the cobwebs that had begun to cloud my mind,
and felt right as rain when we came back to the hotel's entrance. I carried
on walking towards the lifts that I could see as after entering, he went to
the desk to collect his room key. I pressed the button for the lift and he
and it arrived at the same time and so we went up to his room.

   It was large and sumptuous and must have cost quite a packet, but he
looked as though he could afford it.

   `You won't be shocked if I tell you I'm not really a blonde?' I said as
I looked at myself in the dressing table mirror. `I'm wearing a wig.'

   `As long as you're not bald,' he laughed. `My wife quite often wears
one.'

   `You're married?' I asked, cursing myself for not looking at his left
hand while in the club.

   `After a fashion,' he replied, taking his coat and tie off and throwing
them carelessly onto a small armchair by the dressing table. `We're what
you might called separated though we still live in the same house. But we
seldom see each other now.'

   `Why's that?' I asked, taking off that hot wig and placing it on the
table and running my fingers through my hair that had become a little
matted.

   `Well it was like a marriage of convenience at the time. She had the
money, an inheritance, and agreed to pay to get me through university
though it was more to give her creditability because she's a lesbian.' I
don't think I was shocked at this candid confession and wanted to hear more
so I didn't say anything as he went to the room's mini bar and made two
drinks for us. `So while I studied to be an architect, she studied clothes
and it has been worthwhile for both of us. I now earn good money in that
job and she now is a designer. I have my women and she has hers so I'm not
complaining. We have a nice house out in the country and live our separate
lives as friends. Yes, before you ask, I have bedded her. We do
occasionally spend a bit of time in bed together, but very seldom, more
when we are at a loose end when at home at the same time. What about you?'
he asked as he passed me my drink. `You have the figure to be a model,
though not really for the clothes she designs. You're, er, rather too well
endowed to fit into what she makes,' he said with a smile.

   `I'm not a lady of the streets or bars as it might seem. I know my
choice of attire might give that impression, but I like these types of
clothes. And,' I gave a laugh as I sipped my drink, `it does tend to shock
people when they find out that I'm not a hooker in spite of the way I
dress. No, I've yet to find a job I like, well I've found the job I like,
but I won't take money for it.'

   `What's that?'

   `Having sex!'

   `Now that's the kind of woman I like,' he said, taking the glass from my
hand and putting it on the side before pulling me up into his arms and
kissing me. `Honest and up front in what she wants,' he chuckled as he
kissed me again, though with a bit more passion this time and I responded
as I felt him start to become erect.

   It didn't take long for us to have our clothes off and get onto the
stripped down bed and I lay back and watched as he raised himself up above
me, his cock as big as it was likely to get, slowly swinging from side to
side as he moved in between my opening legs.

   He placed both hands either side of my chest and it was the tip of his
cock that I felt first as it sought the wet cavern that was pulsating like
mad for the entry of him. Then he slid inside as he lowered his body down
onto mine and our stomachs touched as he filled me and only then, did he go
down onto his forearms to take his weight did our pubes really crush up
against each other.

   `God this is nice,' I said as he gave his member a twitch inside me and
the hairs on his chest scraped across my nipples that had risen up at his
entry. His eyes were alight and he had a beautiful smile as he moved a
little to settle his knees between my thighs.

   `Don't tease me,' I smiled up at him, `get on with what we both want,'
and so he began to move with a slow pulling back of his cock before pushing
forward again till our lower bodies touched again.

   He was a practiced lover and took his time and brought me to an orgasm
well before he was near his peak. My legs went up around his waist as he
did tease as he fucked me and I loved it. I clung to him after my first
coming and begged him to give me a second one, which he did. His shaft
reaming my insides giving me great pleasure as we fucked, his erection
getting up steam like a piston engine as he moved himself in and out of me
till we both began to gurgle and call out as our two bodies strained
together, him coming in staccato bursts as I oiled his erection with the
juices of my coming at the same time.

   He'd gone back up onto his hands to give his pelvis a more direct line
for his prick to be straight up inside me, and I saw the sweat on his brow
and knew that sweat was coursing down between my breasts as we panted in
the aftermath, both not wanting to move to break this magic moment of our
coupling and coming together.

   It was with a sigh that he unlocked his elbows and slowly let his upper
body come down onto mine and my arms went round his shoulders to hold him
tight and let our sweat mingle as did our sexual juices still inside me. He
was heavy, but it was a weight that I liked upon me especially as he was
still hard and inside me. But nature takes it course and I could feel him
start to deflate and eventually he slipped out and he then went over onto
his back.

   `Walter,' I said, going up onto an elbow, pressing one breast up against
his arm. `For what it's worth, that was a bloody great fuck.'

   `I was going to say fantastic,' he smiled up at me, his other hand not
being squashed, came up and stroked my other breast. `It's been a long time
since I've been drained like that,' and he suddenly pulled my face down to
his and kissed me hard. We had to break it off for breath and I needed to
lie back as I was almost breaking my elbow at the angle I was at.  It was
some minutes before I could move again and I stroked his stomach and played
with the hairs above his crotch as we then talked a lot of nonsense which
I'm not going to repeat here.

   We lay like this for over an hour, stroking each other, me his flaccid
penis, trying to will it to life and him, scratching and having the fun of
watching my nipple rise and deflate under his fingertips. We slowly
recharged his batteries, me trying to speed things up by stroking his balls
and gently manipulating them in my hand, being careful not to squeeze too
hard and ruin what was left of the night.

   He was almost ready when I suggested another drink to which he replied
that he would like that as well, so with a slap on his chest, I got up off
the bed. I went to the mini bar and bent over to see what drinks it
contained and liked the comment he made that my bum was the second best
sight he'd had this evening. I gave him a bump and grind while I sorted out
the contents of this fridge. It must be some quirk in me that made me look
twice at the ice cube tray that was there. It was small as befitted the
size of the fridge and the cubes that it had in it could only have been the
half size of a golf ball.

   I shelved the thought for a moment and got us both a drink and after
drinking half of mine in one go, went between his legs and began to suck on
his semi erect cock as he fondled a teat with one hand while trying to
drink with the other. His cock was soon upstanding which is a misnomer
really, for when a man who is lying flat on his back, his erection also
lies flat, up on his stomach, and I've yet to meet the man whose tip of the
cock reaches the navel. Many have come close but not actually been in line
with the belly button for that would put the man at being a good eight
inches or more when fully erect. Sorry, I was going away from what I was
saying. A cock when it's erect only really applies to when he is standing
up, then it is actually like an arm raised in a half salute. Lying down, it
lays like a big fat throbbing sausage on his lower stomach. It has to be
held for it to stand erect and be of proper service for a woman.

   But it was as hard and solid as I was going to get it for my purpose of
being on top, and it was then that I raided the fridge again. I quickly got
two of these miniature ice golf balls out of the tray and went back to the
bed where Peter was flat on his back with his truncheon lying the same way.

   I got onto the bed and moved his legs apart for me to get up closer to
him and took him into my mouth again for a few seconds to have him feel the
warmth, and out of his sight, inserted those two ice balls up inside my
vagina. Christ, they were cold and I couldn't help but shiver but still
couldn't wait too long before they melted.

   `Now for the coup de grace,' I said to him as I tried to hold those
freezing cubes inside me as I straddled his lower body and held his
erection upright and inserted it into my vagina before quickly sinking down
on him.

   `Christ!' He shouted, trying to rear up which he couldn't do because of
my weight. `What the hell is that?' he cried, falling back flat on the bed
and gave out a great groan and covered his face with his arms as I moved up
and down on him.

   `A Magenta sorbet,' I cried out, loving the feeling I was getting from
those two ice cubes that were rapidly melting with the heat from our two
bodies. Not saying what an erotic sensation I was getting as I bounced on
him, his cock vying for position in that narrow channel inside me, that
kept expanding and retracting as the cubes moved round his prick as I
fucked him. That they were getting small very fast didn't matter now as he
was rearing up into me as if he wanted to see his cock come out of my
mouth. I was pounding back down onto him as he swelled in spite of the
cubes and came in a threshing of his arms on the bed and I was triggered by
his actions to have my own orgasm. I know I shouted out or could even had
screamed, but it was a copious coming I do know that.

   Then all of a sudden we were still, me like a drooping stuffed doll,
(there's some analogy there), him spread-eagled on the bed and I knew it
was only his cock that was keeping me upright in the aftermath of this ice
cube incident. I was half aware as I sat astride him, his erection still
throbbing away inside me, that I could feel his sperm, my juices and what
was now water, beginning to run out of me and flow down around his balls
beneath my crotch.

   I'm sorry if I'm going off at a tangent at this point, but I know that
what comes out of the man is known as sperm. The seed that the testicles
produce for the purpose of procreation and that it only takes one of the
sperm in that half full teaspoon to fertilize the egg of a woman's
ovary. His ejaculation is known by several names, the most accepted is
come, though in some books it is spelt different. But the word come in the
dictionary doesn't mention that it is the sperm of a male penis. Now what
about the woman. She has an orgasm, that is known, but what is the name
given to the juices she releases prior to this, and what is the residue
called that comes from this orgasm? Written answers please, care of the
publishers, maybe one of the names you give it may become a word in the
current dictionaries.

   Sorry to get sidetracked like that, but what a fuck that was! Walter was
over the moon and I felt that I was under it even though I was on top of
him at the time. Don't ask me to explain that for I cannot think for the
life of me why I felt that way. I was the sun and moon as I rolled and
melted those ice cubes inside me, revelling in the experience I'd just had
and knew I had found a new height to rise to when having the fun of sex
with a man.

   I finally fell forward on top of him and his arms came up and held me
tight as he rocked me on his body and let our sweat mingle. His eyes were
alight and he couldn't seem to find the right words to speak and so he just
smiled that lovely movement of the mouth, the lips stretching around his
teeth, them just being visible as I tried to read what was in those eyes
and hoped that it wasn't what I thought it was, for he was a married man
after all.

   We lay there for a good quarter of an hour, the sweat cooling on our
bodies and neither of us wanting to move and break the spell of what we had
just jointly experienced. It had been so good that it would appear to be a
sacrilege to try and say what we felt or to describe what exactly had
happened between us, but I knew damn well, that I was going to do this
again later with another man.

   Words were not really needed as we finally got off the bed and went and
had a shower together, carefully washing each other and then rubbing dry
with the soft hotel towels. Then it was back to bed where we fell asleep in
each other's arms for what was left of the night.

   It was the sound of the telephone that woke me, well, brought me half
out of my sleep, the bell creating a dream that I couldn't remember when
the phone was taken off the hook. I heard Walter mutter into it and then
felt the bed move as he got out and him kiss one breast that was
uncovered. I came awake sufficiently to see him getting dressed and then
ask that inane question that I have quite often heard myself saying but
couldn't help but repeat.

   `Where are you going? What time is it?'

   `It's a working breakfast Magenta darling. That's why I'm here. It's
nearly eight o'clock. Now order yourself some breakfast and I'll be back as
soon as I can. The room is booked till twelve so there's no rush.' I felt
his lips brush mine in a kiss and then he was gone.

   It was the closing of the door that brought me fully awake knowing that
today was a new day and what happened last night was a thing of the past,
pleasant and great as it had been, it was now past. I got up and went and
had a shower and got dressed. I didn't order breakfast and with a last look
at the room and smelling the aroma of sex in the air, smiled, and left the
hotel.

   It was just as well that I left early for I walked into my home and
faced a calamity as my mother was there, lying unconscious on the kitchen
floor. Her pulse was still there as I took and felt her wrist, erratic, but
still beating. Her forehead was like an inferno and not a sign of sweat
which didn't auger well. I quickly put a dirty cushion from one of the
chairs under her head and rushed to phone for an ambulance. With that done
I was back by her side, bathing her head with a cold cloth until the
ambulance arrived and whisked us both off to hospital. It wasn't until
lunch time that they told me it was a slight case of pneumonia and that
they would be keeping her in for awhile till they had cleared it up.

   It was just as well that I still hadn't got a job for I spent the whole
week and a couple of days extra at the hospital, only going home to
sleep. As the doctor had said, it wasn't serious but admonished me for her
not eating properly and letting her get run down. Should have been a bus
was my irreverent thought, and then she would have something to complain
about.

   It was that that pissed me off, being told that I wasn't taking care to
see that she ate properly. For Christ's sake, she was only in her forties
and should know damn well about eating more than she drank. What a ding
dong we had in the ward when she was well enough for me to have a go at her
telling her that no way was I going to smuggle a bottle of gin into the
hospital for her. I was quite exhausted when I went home every night from
these harangues of hers and died every night in my bed without having the
solace of a hard cock up inside me to keep me company. Goddammit! Why
couldn't the woman look after herself properly. She had only just turned
forty and I was only eighteen years old and it was being turned around as
though it was all my fault, it was most unfair.

   I still had money in the bank and so made sure that I stocked up the
larder for when she got home and gave her a right dressing down that she
should eat and that I wasn't going to give her any more money, but would
buy food instead. Then came the tears that drove me out of the house. I
dressed in a fury, not caring what I put on, just to be dressed to get away
and have a drink to which I had denied myself for the last ten days, and
went to what I called my night club.

   `Aw shut up! I said to Peter, the barman before he'd even opened his
mouth as he got me my usual drink. I will say now that I did apologise the
next time I went in for my rude behaviour and told him why. But that was
later. I took my drink, ignoring the questioning looks and offers I got
from the tables I passed, going into one of the darkest corners of the club
to nurse my drink and try and forget my mother for an hour or two.

   `What's this? Hiding away?' came the voice of Walter as he slid into the
booth alongside of me. `In the dark and drinking alone?'

   `Don't you start on me,' I snarled, upset at the intrusion and yet at
the same time pleased, for I did really need the distraction that took my
thoughts away from matricide.

   `I was worried about you Magenta,' he said, his hand coming up and
covering mine. `When I got back to the hotel room to find you gone made me
wonder if I had upset you. And now I find you here full of hate and it
pains me.' I had to sniff back a few tears that at least someone had the
decency to ask after me irrespective of how I felt now.

   `Thank you Walter,' I said, putting my hand on his knee. `If I hadn't
had gone home when I did, I might be an orphan now.' He gave a snort and
turned it into a cough and I'm sure he had started to laugh but had the
decency to cover it up.

   `We all become orphans in time,' he said, solicitousness in his
voice. `What happened?' So I told him, in between drinks in our dark corner
of the club.

   `So you're back in town again. Why did you come to this club again?' I
asked.

   `Hoping to find you,' he answered, squeezing my hand that was still on
his knee.

   `That's nice,' I said, moving my hand away from his to now push it down
between his thighs and feel him and I wasn't disappointed at what I
found. He was hard and straining the fabric of his trouser front and
decided there and then to help him out. Literally, I mean. I helped him out
of his trousers till I had it clear of his trousers and it standing stiff
in my hand underneath the table.

   `Move back in your seat,' I said, not letting go of that throbbing organ
as he moved back and his cock came clear of the cloth covering the table. I
saw him look around, but it was quite dark where we were sitting and I knew
nobody could see what I was doing. I took a big gulp of my drink, taking
the ice cubes into my mouth, letting the drink go down but retained the
cubes in my mouth. If he liked them up my vagina, maybe it would be the
same, well almost, when I had them in my mouth.

   I moved back slightly myself and then bent down and took his hot cock
head into my mouth, letting him have the shock of the heat and the cold at
the same time. His body shook and went rigid as he felt the ice cubes get
rolled round the head of his cock, my tongue moving them about as I tried
to suck at the same time. Now that I found difficult, sucking on his cock
with those cubes melting fast and wanting to slip down my throat at the
same time. He gave a gasp and his hands came up to hold my head as I bobbed
up and down, given him a face fuck as opposed to a blow job, though I'm not
quite sure what the difference is.

   He shivered and came with one big eruption in my mouth and I had to hold
the whole lot there because the ice cubes were still just a bit too big to
swallow at the same time. So my cheeks were puffed out with melting water,
saliva and sperm as I tried to still tongue and suck and then nearly choked
because I had to swallow or spew the lot out over his trouser front. He
thought it was great, not knowing what I had just gone through as I wiped
my mouth on the edge of the tablecloth hoping it was reasonably clean
before lifting my head up to find his lips waiting to kiss mine.

   `That was terrific Magenta,' he said, kissing me all over the face. I
managed to give a glance round the perimeter of our table but saw that we
were still in the gloom and hadn't been observed. `That's the second time
you've surprised me with ice cubes, and you can surprise me at any time
like that.'

   `Thanks Walter,' I said, `but I've not had a man since the last time
with you because of my mother. Do you think we could go and...well, you
know what I want.'

   `Of course darling,' he said, making sure he was tidy enough to stand up
and lead me from the table. He settled the bill and having a taxi whistled
up, were soon at his hotel, the same one, but in another room this time. At
least it was a different ceiling to look at as he fucked me. It was almost
a repeat performance we had, though the surprise element had gone, it was
still an exciting experience of using the ice cubes up in my vagina.

   It was the same pattern in the morning that he had a working breakfast
and this time, I stayed and ordered a bit of everything and felt really
bloated by the time he came back from whatever he had been doing.

   `Magenta!' he cried when he saw I was still there, in bed with a tray
that was a complete mess of debris from my meal. `I'm glad you're still
here. I had the fear that you had left like last time and I must admit I
cut the meeting short this time.' He'd come over and given me a kiss in
between saying this to me.

   `Why do these meetings have to be so early?' I asked him.

   `Well they are really secret ones, being held outside of the offices so
that no one can see me trying to swing this deal for a construction project
that I'm trying to get in on.'

   `Well how did it go?' I asked, not really caring one way or another. He
had his job while I was still trying to make up my mind as to what job I
was really going to go for.

   `I think I've got the contract,' he said excitedly, taking the tray from
my lap and putting it on the floor before taking me in his arms and kissing
me. `I also think that you might be my lucky charm,' he continued, pulling
the sheet down so that he could see my naked body. `And to show my
appreciation,' he didn't finish speaking but continued to use his mouth and
tongue.

   Mouth, neck, breasts, each one, stomach and then he was between my legs
and licking and sucking on me. If he's happy, I might as well be I thought
as I spread my legs wider, laying back and helped him to tongue me by using
my fingers to open myself up completely for him.

   When I said enough of the tongue, his trousers were off in a flash and
his throbbing erection was rammed up into me with more gusto than I really
wanted, but it was nice all the same. A bit of rough is good now and then
and it wasn't long before my legs were high in the air begging for him to
do it harder to me, making me come in great waves of searing pleasure that
billowed from the heart right down through my stomach and loins to a gush
of seminal fluid. I think he came at the same time, but I can't swear to
it, but then most men come anyway when they've got an excited woman
underneath them like I was at that moment.

   The time spent was so pleasant in bed with him that it was a shock when
the door of the room opened and a maid came in.

   `Oh, sorry sir. I thought you had left. You are checking out this
morning, aren't you?' She stammered at seeing the two naked figures
entwined on the bed.

   `Yes,' he replied, his face red as it came up off one of my tits that he
had been sucking on. `Give us a few minutes please.' The chamber maid, as
red faced as he was that almost made me laugh, hurriedly backing out of the
room and closing the door behind her.

   `I'm sorry about that,' he apologised to me and I couldn't help but let
the laughter go and he then, after a moment's pause, saw the funny side and
joined me as we tussled again on the soiled sheets for those last few
minutes.

   Then after a quick shower, we both got dressed and he packed his bag
before taking hold of my hand by the door.

   `Magenta. I'm not quite sure how to say this, but you've given me great
pleasure over the two nights we've been together. I want to say thank you
but feel that is quite inadequate...' I stopped him from saying more than
he should by putting my finger up to his lips.

   `You've said the two words I wanted to hear and that is enough for me.'

   `But I want to see you again Magenta!' he cried.

   `Leave a message with Peter at the club,' I said, giving him a quick
kiss before opening the door and fleeing from the room before he saw the
tears in my eyes.

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