Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2019 13:14:58 -0500
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Innocent To Indecent part 3 gay adult/ youth

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Innocent To Indecent
Chapter 3

  "Get your underwear on," was all Mr. Hudson said.

  Robert and Riley withdrew from me instantly. I was disappointed and
relieved at the same time.

  I sort of smirked at them as they put on their briefs, their big cocks
receding rapidly.

  "You too." Hudson said to me.

  I wasn't expecting that. I was the victim here.

  Boys were gathering in the hall as Mr. Hudson marched us away. I can
imagine what the gossip would be the next day.

  Mr. Hudson dropped the other two at his office, and locked the door. Then
he took me upstairs to a small storage room and locked me in.

  It was probably half an hour until he returned. "Your friends are
gone. Police took them to detention. But you. You I have special plans
for. I know why the Olivers sent you back. I know all about you and
Carlos. I even know about Tommy. So, I called a distant relative of
mine. He's been looking for someone with your particular skill set, and
willing to pay handsomely for it."

  "My skill set?"

  "Yes. And before your escort arrives, I think I should avail myself of
it. Because after tonight, I will never see you again. My records will
indicate you ran off when your friends were taken away."

  Mr. Hudson unzipped his pants. "Show me how good you are with your
mouth. I hear you're excellent."

  Hudson is a big guy. About 6'3" and around 250 pounds. His dick only
stuck straight out about four and a half inches, but really thick. Of
course he probably had another inch or two hidden in his fat pubis.

  I hadn't passed up an opportunity to suck a dick, and I wasn't going to
start now. I took that fat cock into my mouth and worked it like my life
depended on it. It actually may have for all I knew.

  Oh Jesus. You really are good at that. I should have doubled your
price. Ahh.. suck that cock you slut."

  He shot his load in under a minute. A very small, watery load at that.

  "They'll be here shortly," Hudson said zipping his pants.

  He took me to his office, where we waited. "What did you mean by double
my price?" I asked.

  "I should have gotten twenty grand instead of only ten. Doesn't matter
now."

  "Can I at least get some clothes on?"

  "You won't be needing any," he laughed.

  His phone rang just then. "Yeah... You got the cash?...I'll meet you out
front."

  A black Cadillac pulled up the driveway as Hudson drug me out by my
arm. A man in a suit got out and handed Hudson an envelope.

  "Good riddance you little shit." Hudson said pushing me toward the guy.

  The man was kinda good looking, and I was still worked up. I couldn't
help but wonder what his dick looked like. He got in the back seat with me,
and pulled out a syringe.

  "Hey wait! You don't need to do that. I won't give you any trouble," I
pleaded.

  "You sure kid? Cause the alternative is a bullet."

  "I promise. Where am I gonna go in just my underwear?"

  He looked me over, then pulled out his phone.

  "Boss. Remember you said you needed something special. I might have found
it."

  I heard the voice on the other end say, "You willing to pay back Ricardo
if you're wrong?"

  He covered the microphone with his hand. "How are you at sucking dick?"
he asked me.

  "I got Hudson off in under a minute." I bragged.

  "Yeah, Boss. I think so," he said into the phone.

  "Okay, send it."

  "Kid I just did you a big favor. I hope I'm right about you."

  "Who's Ricardo?"

  "Ricardo is the guy you were going to. He would've drugged you and used
you for ten or twelve years, then sold you to someone who would treat you
even worse. Now you're going to be in the boss's personal stable. You'll be
treated like a king there."

  "What if the boss doesn't like me?" I asked nervously.

  "Then I'm out ten grand, and you get a bullet. Either way, you're much
better off. Believe me."

  It seemed like we drove forever, I even fell asleep. The next thing I
know the driver is waking me.

  "Time to get up kid, our ride is here."

  I look out, and there's a helicopter in front of us. It's dark outside so
I couldn't really see it too good, but I got excited because I've never
been on a helicopter, or a plane either.

  It was kinda fun watching things get smaller below us. Then I realized
we're flying over water. It got less interesting with nothing to see except
the lights of an occasional boat.

  Suddenly we're landing on a yacht.

  "We get out here," my escort said.

  A guy in a uniform greets us. "The boss is already asleep. He'll see you
in the morning." He showed us to a room below deck.

  "What's your name?" I asked my escort.

  "Marc."

  "I owe you for saving my life," I told him as I reached for his belt.

  His cock was about seven and a half inches, and nice looking like the
rest of him. I wasted no time in taking him into my mouth.

  "Oh shit kid. Fuck, you're good."

  It didn't take me long to have his knees shaking, then his cum down my
throat.

  "Looks like we're going to be here awhile. Care to try out the other
end?" I invited.

  He kinda reminded me of Tommy the way he fucked me. Which was nice. The
next morning he's waking me from a great night's sleep.

  "Shower and put this on, we're having breakfast with the boss on the aft
deck," he said handing me a girl's thong.

  As we exited the ship to the aft deck, I see a man and three women. Well,
I guess they're women. Probably not more than twenty years old. They were
all dressed in just the bottom half of bikinis. Their breasts exposed, and
tanned.

  The man was also in a swimsuit, and a terrycloth robe. He looked up and
waved us over. "Turn around slowly.""

  I did as instructed feeling somewhat self conscious being nearly naked in
front of the women.

  "Well, he is pretty. No scars, nice little package. That ass is
incredible. David, this is Anne, Becky, and Carol," he said pointing down
the line of women.

  "My name is..." I started.

  "It's David now. A, B, C, David, D." He indicated down the line of women
again, meaning their names were fake but started with those letters.

  "You're sure about this kid, Marc?"

  Marc smiled a little. "Definitely."

  "I hope so. Because the real test is on his way. "

  "Test?" I asked.

  "Yeah. Bruno. He's your first assignment."

  "Not Bruno sir. You know what he did to the last Becky," Marc said
sounding worried.

  "Yeah, so? Now we have a new Becky. I'm already out ten grand to
Ricardo. I hope you're right about the kid, or it's your ass."

  We sat and ate breakfast, the girls staring at me the whole time. I guess
I was staring at them too.

  "Be ready to leave in thirty minutes. Wear what you have on," the boss
said.

  "What happened to the other Becky? Did Bruno kill her?" I asked Marc.

  "No. But he scarred her face so badly she couldn't be part of the stable
anymore. He's never liked anyone we've sent. I don't know why the boss
still does business with him."

  I was flown by helicopter to another yacht. The man that greeted us
appeared shocked at seeing me.

  "This is the 'something special' your boss has sent to Bruno?"

  "Yes, I'll pick him up tomorrow."

  "What's left of him you mean."

  That scared me a bit. I was led to a posh suite on the next level. Then
through a door to a bathroom. In the huge round tub was a man. He was kinda
fat, and probably sixty five or seventy. He had his arms up on the sides of
the bubble filled tub, and a towel over his face.

  "Your 'special' gift has arrived, Sir."

  "Leave us alone." Bruno said with a heavy British accent.

  When the steward had gone, I was standing there waiting for Bruno to say
something. He hadn't even bothered to remove the towel from his face and
look at me.

  After an eternity, I said, "I love bubble baths. May I join you?"

  Bruno jerked the towel from his face and stared at me. I stepped closer
to the tub and slowly peeled my thong off. He was still in shock, as I
stepped into the tub with him. I made sure he had a good look at my butt as
I lowered myself into the water. Turning back to face him, the bubbles up
to my shoulders, I said, "This is the best bubble bath ever.

  This tub was huge. It was more like a hot tub than a regular bathtub. As
I moved around in it, his eyes never left me. I finally moved up beside
him, and sorta laid my head on his shoulder. I slowly ran my hand up and
down his chest and big belly.

  "My daddy had a nice hairy chest like you."

  I slid my hand below the bubbles, slowly inching my way to his groin. I
grasp his cock which was not quite hard, but growing.

  Oh, you really do remind me of my daddy," I said sliding my hand up and
down his shaft.

  I leaned into him and whispered, "Can I call you Daddy?"

  He nodded as I moved over on top of him. I lay my head on his chest,
slowly slipping up and down on his belly.

  "This is so nice, Daddy."

  I slid down until my butt bumped into his now very hard cock. I reached
down and directed it at my pucker. I pushed down until it popped in.

  "Oh, god Daddy. It's so big. Is this okay daddy. Am I being a good boy
Daddy?"

  Bruno only nodded still seemingly in shock.

  I slowly sank onto his cock, moaning the whole time. Then I slid up and
down on it while using my muscles to grip it tighter. I moved at a glacial
pace, working that cock in and out of my welcoming hole.

  "Is it good for you Daddy? I love this. Am I making you feel good too?"

  He suddenly grabbed my chest and shoved me down hard on his cock. I could
feel his cum squirting inside me.

  "OOhhh Yes! That's what I needed. Do it Daddy."

  He lay breathless for a moment, then said, "I haven't had an erection in
five years. What's your name?"

  "Er...David."

  "Well, David. You really are something special. Thanks."

  I followed Bruno around the rest of the day. I hung on his every word,
laughed at his jokes, and winked at him when no one was looking. That night
in bed, I sucked him a few minutes, and he got hard. I rode him again, and
squirted a little cum on his belly at the same time he was squirting in
mine. He seemed to like that.I twirled my fingers in his chest hair until I
fell asleep in his arms.

  Marc arrived by chopper twenty four hours after leaving me there. The
steward handed him a box as I climbed in. Marc grasped my chin and turned
my face back and forth examining it. He even pulled my thong down to see if
my nuts were intact.

  Back on the boss's yacht, Marc handed the box over to the boss.

  "What's this?" he asked Marc.

  Marc shrugged his shoulders. The boss opened the box and found a smaller
box, an envelope and a note. He read the note and looked in the envelope.

  "Put this in the safe. It will be added to his account," he told Marc and
handed the envelope to him.

  Looking back at me, the boss asked, "What did you do to Bruno?"

  "Nothing. I swear. I just tried to do what I thought you wanted. Please
don't hurt me."

  "Hurt you? I want to kiss you. I expected Bruno to send a box back, but
with your body parts in it. Not fifty thousand dollars and this," he said
handing me the smaller box.

  I opened the box and found a ring with a large diamond in it. I must have
looked confused.

  "As I recall, that is the ring Bruno gave his wife for their 20th
anniversary. That was fifteen years ago. She died four years later."

  "I...uh ...I don't understand."

  "Look kid you're now in my stable. You might think of me as a sort of
broker. I make deals between people or governments or whatever. Someone has
something to sell, I find a buyer, for a fee of course. These deals are
worth a lot of money, so even a small percentage can be millions. I also
provide a little incentive to promote business. That's where my stable
comes in. When a particular deal is worth a handsome profit for me, I send
someone from my stable as a kind of 'Thank You' gift. Really good clients
sometimes need entertainment for a party or business associate. For a fee,
my stable is available. I put money in an account for everyone in my
stable. One hundred grand per year that you're with me. When you leave my
employment, that is yours."

  "What about the ring?" I asked.

  "Some of the clients give a gratuity to the girls. Sometimes a little
cash which is added to their accounts, sometimes a trinket, such as that
ring, which you get to keep. I must say though, rarely do the girls get
both, cash and a trinket. And also rarely is the trinket as valuable as
that ring. And never, ever, has Bruno given any kind of a gratuity. So you
are now in my stable, and you saved Marc's ass."

  A steward came up. "Sir, you have a call."

  "Hello... Jean Claude, what can I do for you?...Yes, I can handle
that. How much do you need?...My usual ten percent should do...Of course
. Which of my lovely ladies would you like?...David? Yes, I do. Well, yes,
he is special... I'm due to be in Monte Carlo next month, I could send him
then... I don't know if I can have him there by day after
tomorrow... Double the order? But of course I'll try. I'll clear his
schedule and...Three days? That's very unusual, in addition there's travel
time... Well of course your business is appreciated...I'll see to it. Paris
day after tomorrow."

  He looked at me like he was working a crossword puzzle. "What the hell
did you do to Bruno?"

  Before I knew it, I was at a Chateau in the France. Jean Claude was a
tall man, younger than Bruno, probably in his thirties. Good looking,
slender, and I soon discovered he still had a foreskin. His cock was long
and not too thick, and the covered head was longer and bell shaped.

  Jean Claude liked me wearing girls thongs, and he made love to me like I
was a girl. But he loved to suck my dick too. I stroked his ego, telling
him what a good lover he was, and how much I liked his big cock. I didn't
even have to lie, I did love his cock and how he fucked me.

  I learned his wife was a 'dead fuck' as he called her, and wouldn't do
oral or anal. What's wrong with these bitches. I love all that. They don't
know what they're missing.

  In the three days was at the Chateau, we had sex probably fifteen
times. It seemed I was either sucking him, or he was fucking me, all the
time. He also sucked me to an orgasm four times. We hardly left his
bedroom, having one of the servants bring meals to us there.

  "I would like you to be here for my son's birthday," Jean Claude told me
as I was getting into the car to leave.

  "I would love to see you again, but I will have to check with the boss."

  Marc met me at Charles De Gaulle airport. "We're going to Nassau," he
explained.

  During the flight, I asked Marc, "How long have you worked for the boss?"

  "Just since I brought you to him. When he said you saved my ass, he
wasn't joking. You see, I worked for Ricardo, but the boss has his fingers
in a lot of different organizations. That's how I heard he was looking for
something special. I had assumed that I might have to pay Ricardo back what
you cost to buy from Hudson. What I didn't know was that the boss was not
expecting a young boy. He was not too happy. He set you up with Bruno,
because Bruno is hard to please. The boss was actually going to cut ties
with Bruno because of what happened to the last Becky. Bruno didn't
actually order it, but he didn't prevent it either. Just the fact that you
survived saved my ass. The glowing report you received from Bruno means
that the boss can continue doing business with him. The demand for your
services, makes you a valuable commodity for the boss. So I've been
assigned as your escort. Working for the boss is like the highest rung on
the ladder. The pay is great, and I get to live in the lap of luxury,
instead of the ghetto."

  "He pays you to escort his slave? That seems a bit odd."

  "Slave? You've got it wrong. The boss doesn't own you, even though he
bought you from Ricardo. You and the girls are free to go anytime you
want. Those three girls are working their way through school. Like he said,
he pays them a hundred thousand a year, plus gratuities. Most girls in
college are fucking frat boys for free anyway. This way they will earn
enough to pay for their education, live well in the meantime, and get to
see the world. They rub elbows with rich guys too."

  "So, I can leave if I want?" I asked.

  "Yes, but where would you go? You have nowhere to live and can't manage
by yourself. The authorities would pick you up and put you someplace worse
than with Hudson."

  "Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess I'll just have to be a whore."

  "From what I can tell, you were doing it already for free. And if you had
gone with Ricardo, you would definitely be doing it for free, and not even
know where you were, and eventually die in a gutter somewhere."

  "I suppose I'm better off, and I do like all the sex. I guess I can stick
around awhile," I smiled.

  The yacht was docked in the marina at The Atlantis hotel taking up one
whole side of the marina.

  "You just barely made it in time. Our guests will be arriving shortly,"
the boss said. He called in A. B. and C. to work on me. I was stripped,
bathed, and dressed in panties, training bra and a frilly dress. They put a
wig on me and plucked my eyebrows. Then did make up. When they finished I
looked like an eleven year old girl instead of a thirteen year old boy.

  The girls explained to me that we were hosting a bachelor party for the
son of a very good client. When the plans had been made, the groom to be
had promised his fiance he wouldn't sleep with any women at the party. The
girls were to entertain the guests, I was to entertain the guest of honor.

  I sat on a barstool in the main lounge. As the twelve guests arrived they
were handed drinks and the music started. The party got going quickly as
the girls strutted their stuff among the guests. Soon Anne started a strip
routine. When she finished she grabbed the hand of one of the attendees and
pulled him from the room. This was repeated with Becky, then Clair.

  A few times throughout the evening, the groom to be would notice me
sitting at the bar. He always had a questioning look on his face like "Why
is this little girl here with strippers?", and I would just give him a shy
smile.

  The first round of guests returned from their trysts with the girls, to
whoops and whistles from the other guests. One by one each of the guests
were led out by one of the girls.

  Once everyone had been serviced, I strolled over to the guest of honor,
leaned in and kissed him. More whoops and whistles. Then I took his hand
and led him to my room.

  "Look, uh...little girl...uh..." He stuttered as I unbuttoned his
shirt. I pulled it off him and gave him a very sensual kiss. I reached down
and rubbed his hardening cock over his pants.

  "Oh...uh you shouldn't be doing this," he said as I unbuckled his
pants. I kissed him again and played with his very hard cock.

  I pulled the dress off, and got on my knees in front of him. His cock
reminded me of Robert's. A nice fat knob at the end called out to me, and I
licked it.

  "Oh Jesus..."

  I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slathered his cock with it.

  "I can't... I promised my fiance I wouldn't...Oh god that feels good."

  I stood and said, "You won't."

  I turned my back to him and removed the bra. Then slowly lowered the
panties, bending in front of him to remove them.

  "God, what a beautiful ass," he moaned.

  I turned, and he saw my hard dick sticking straight up. "You're a boy?"

  "Yes. No women for you." I climbed up on his lap and kissed him again. My
hole found his cock, and slowly sank down on it.

  "Still think I should stop?" I asked as I rode up and down a couple of
times.

  "Oh God, no," he said and pulled me in for another kiss.

  He grabbed my waist and began thrusting up into me. I love the way that
fat knob rearranged my insides. I could hear the thump thump thump of the
music just above our heads, as he fucked me.

  After five minutes of furious fucking, I unloaded on his chest. He looked
down to see it oozing out of me.

  "That's so fucking hot," he said and pulled me down hard and held me
there as his cum blasted into my belly. He collapsed back on the bed, as I
sat on his cock waiting for it to deflate.

  "Would you like to join your friends?" I asked him.

  "Do we have to?"

  "I'm yours for the night." I said pulling off his cock. I went for a
towel and cleaned us off. By the time I was finished, he was hard again. I
went down on him and sucked him to a earth shattering orgasm that caused
him to groan loudly.

  I swallowed his load and said, "It's a good thing the music is so loud,
your friends might have heard that."

  He spooned in behind me and said, "You're amazing. Any chance you could
give my fiance lessons?"

  I laughed, "Probably not a good idea."

  We spooned and cuddled for a while then I started playing with his cock
again. It didn't take long for him to get hard, and I lay on my back as he
pushed into me. He fucked me long and hard, that long fat cock really
taking me to heaven. He was pleased to see me cum again from his
fucking. Then he pushed deep and filled me again.

  We fell asleep, but he woke me later and fucked me again. In the morning
I woke him with a blow job. We showered together, then went upstairs.

  The other guests had already gone back to the hotel. The groom kissed me
right in front of the boss and the girls. "I'll see you again real soon,"
he promised.

  We were having dinner on the aft deck as the yacht pulled out of the
marina. The boss said, "The bachelor party was a big success, girls. They
left you a nice gratuity. Fifty thousand to split between you."

  The girls were smiling and giving each other high fives. "That's great,
girls." I said honestly happy for them.

  "Don't worry, they left you something too. A hundred grand. And the groom
made two appointments with you. Jean Claude has reserved you for four days
next month when we're in Monte Carlo, for his son's sixteenth birthday
party. He had Anne for his fifteenth. He also sent a courier to deliver
something for you. It's waiting for us in Miami, where you have two
appointments. Both by request. I just have to ask. What are you doing that
the girls aren't doing?"

  "I don't know, Boss. I just do what I think they want. Like with Jean
Claude. He's French. They think they're the best lovers. So I told him how
great he is and how much I love his big cock. You know, that sort of
thing."

  "That's all? Just told him you love it?"

  "Well, yeah. Then I showed him, by enjoying it. I really do like his
cock. Actually, I like all cocks I think. So far I haven't found one I
didn't like."

  "Uh..okay. So you just... like it."

  "Yeah. It's like Jean Claude said. Sometimes girls are a 'dead fuck'. I
actually like all the sex, and I show it. Girls just don't show any
enthusiasm. I do, and can't wait till they can get it up again and give me
more."

  "Uh...Girls, you have to act like you're enjoying it, if you want to get
the kind of gratuities he's getting," the boss told them.

  "No, I didn't say that. I said you have to enjoy it, not just act like
you enjoy it. No one wants to be with someone who's faking it. Like 'Oh god
give it to me big boy' all the while their thinking about what color to
paint the dining room," I explained.

  "I hate it when girls fake it," the boss said, nodding.

  "Well it's hard for guys to fake it. My moans are real, my excitement is
real, the cum I shoot out as they fuck me is real. You can't fake
that. Guys like knowing they're good in bed. Girls are a lot of work in
that area. I'm not. I really like it. Big cocks, small cocks. All of them."

  The boss and the girls were just staring at me. "What? I'm just telling
the truth. I think I'm just a natural slut. Give me ten inches for ten
minutes, I'm happy. Give me two inches for two minutes, I'm just as happy."

  We docked in Miami. The girls and the boss decided to go partying. I was
happy for the chance to rest. I had been traveling or fucking for over a
week, both are tiring.

  I didn't see them until breakfast. They looked a little ragged. "You have
an appointment at six with Walker." The boss stated before guzzling his
Alka Seltzer.

  All three of the girls laughed and smirked. I wondered what that was
about.

  "Don't laugh girls. You three are entertaining the Iranians again."

  "Oh Boss. You know they smell bad. And they treat women like shit, and
never give us anything."

  "Maybe so, but they also spend money like it's water. Mostly on out of
date weaponry." The boss chuckled.

  Marc and I arrived at the Hotel right on time. "I'll be waiting in the
lobby for you," he said.

  "Waiting? I'm not going to stay all night?"

  "It's doubtful. The boss said it probably won't take very long."

  "Uh...okay, but if I'm not back in an hour, why don't you just go back to
the yacht, and I'll see you tomorrow."

  Walker's suite was on the top floor. I was shown to his bedroom by a guy
that looked about seven feet tall, and six feet wide. Biggest man I ever
saw. He looked like you could hit him with a truck and the truck would lose
the fight.

  "Thanks, Remy. You can leave us," Walker told the giant. "So, you're
David. I hear you're the best."

  "I don't know about that sir."

  "Well, if I'm going to do fags, I want to start with the best, so I'll
have some comparison."

  "Fags?"

  "Yeah. I've had four wives and countless whores. None of them worth a
damn. I mean, how hard can it be? All they have to do is lay there. Let's
see what you can do," he said taking off his bathrobe.

  His dick was hard, only about four and a half inches, but pretty thick.

  "You fags like to suck, right?"

  "Fags?"

  "Yeah. Gay guys. Y'all suck dicks right? None of my wives did that."

  "Well did you ever try eating their pussy?" I said getting a little
angry.

  "What? No! Why should I do that? My father never did that to my
mother. They were married forty years, and every Saturday night, like
clockwork, she spread her legs and he did his business."

  "Your mother was a saint, and your father an idiot," I said, and turned
to leave.

  "Now listen here you little son of a bitch. My father..."

  I turned back and yelled "Was an idiot. Did he teach you about sex?"

  "Uh..Well of course he did."

  "And what did your wives say? I mean before they left your sorry ass."

  Walker was a bit in shock. I'm sure he wasn't used to people talking to
him like that. His mouth was agape, and his dick started to wilt.

  I walked over to him and touched his arm. "There's no one else here. What
did they say?" I asked showing genuine concern.

  "They...uh...they said I... have a little dick...and I'm useless in bed,"
he finally answered, hanging his head.

  "What about the whores. What did they say?" I asked, leaning against the
back of the sofa next to him.

  "Nothing really. I mean I paid them well for a few minutes of their
time. What were they gonna say."

  "A few minutes?" I was beginning to understand why the girls reacted as
they did when they heard I was seeing Walker. Little dick, quick trigger.

  "So I guess you expected me to just come in, suck your dick and leave?"

  "Yeah, I guess. Isn't that what fag whores do?" he replied.

  "Ok. We can start with you not calling me a fag whore. In fact, wipe the
word fag from your vocabulary. Now, why did you ask for me?"

  "They say you're the best."

  "Who's been saying that?"

  "In our circle, you're like the number one topic these days. But I called
Jean Claude for a reference."

  "Did Jean Claude say I sucked his dick and left?"

  "No. He said you...well, you were the best sex parner he ever had."

  I smiled to myself. I have to thank Jean Claude for that next time I see
him.

  "Ok, we're going to take a bath," I suggested.

  "I had a shower just before you arrived."

  "Sometimes a bath isn't just a bath."

  The tub wasn't as big as Bruno's, but it was big enough. I ran warm water
and poured in bubble bath and bath salts.

  I started removing my clothes. "Get in. Now I want you to pretend I'm a
girl," I instructed.

  Walker sat in the tub. "That's gonna be hard with that dick between your
legs."

  I sat between his legs with my back to him. "Put your arms around me. Now
play with my breasts. Mmm. Yeah, like that. Lightly pinch my
nipples. Ohh...yes."

  I tilted my head back and kissed him. "Now, rub my clit. I know I have a
big clit, but rub it anyway."

  He slid his hand down to my dick and rubbed it.

  "Mmm that's nice. Now slide your finger into my pussy."

  His finger found my pucker and pushed in. I moved my ass back and forth a
bit, and he got the message. He finger fucked me for a couple of minutes.

  "Now use two fingers." He did as I said.

  After a couple of minutes, I turned around and faced him. I sat on his
lap, with my opening on his hard cock.

  I kissed him very sensually, then asked, "What's your least favorite
sport?"

  He looked at me questioningly but answered, "Golf. Boring to play, even
more boring to watch on tv."

  "Yes it is. I want you to think about watching golf on tv. Imagine those
boring announcers whispering because the don't want to disturb the golfers,
even though they are in a studio a mile away."

  I sank down on his cock.

  Oh..shit you're tight," he groaned.

  "The tournament leader is on the first green. Concentrate on that."

  Walker closed his eyes and focused. I slowly drew up and down on him.

  "If you get close to cumming I want you to tell me."

  "I'm close," he said instantly.

  I stopped moving. "Think about golf, not what I'm doing."

  "Okay, Okay."

  After a minute, I started moving again. He didn't last a minute before he
warned me again.

  We repeated this several times before he couldn't hold back any longer
and filled me with his cum.

  As I dried him off, he said, "It really is small, isn't it?"

  "To be honest, I've seen bigger, but I've also seen smaller." I didn't
say the smaller ones were on boys who hadn't reached puberty yet.

  "That is why you are going to learn about sex. It seems your father
thought that sex was just the man getting his rocks off. Sex is about two
people enjoying each other's body. If both don't enjoy it, you may as well
be masturbating. Women today demand equal treatment in bed. It's not about
you dumping a load and going to sleep."

  Later, I did go down on him, but only after he learned to lick my 'clit',
and I told him to do math equations in his head while I blew him.

  The next day we fucked three more times. He got better each time. He even
made me cum on his belly the last time. He was rather proud of himself for
that.

  At five o'clock I started to get dressed. Walker went and gave
instructions to Remy to see to it that I made it safely back to the yacht.

  As he kissed me goodbye, I told him It might be a good idea for him to
masturbate once or twice a day. Not to be in a hurry, and to try holding
off if he starts to cum.

  "Thanks, David. You really are the best."

  "The best fag whore?"

  "I don't know that word. What's a fag?" he said smiling.

  Marc was waiting in the lobby and was surprised when Remy offered to
drive us. Once at the ship, Remy followed us on board. The boss looked
frightened when he saw Remy with us. He stood as the giant approached him.

  Remy reached into his jacket and pulled out something and gave it to the
boss. Then he bent down to whisper in the boss's ear. The boss shook his
head. As he left, Remy gave me a smile and a wink. I looked at the boss who
sort of collapsed onto his chair.

  "Are you okay Boss?" I asked.

  "What the hell did you do to Walker?"

  "Nothing, Boss. I swear. What did Remy say?"

  "Well, Walker is not the kind of guy you mess with. The leaders of
several small countries have disappeared when they didn't cooperate with
Waker. He said that I was to take very good care of you, or Remy would take
care of me. And I don't think he meant he was taking me to lunch at
McDonald's."

  The boss opened the envelope Remy had given him. "Damn. Just put it in
his account," he said handing it to Marc. "So, what happened? Why did you
stay all night? The girls are usually out in half an hour."

  "I was almost out of there in one minute," I replied.

  The girls all nodded their heads and laughed.

  "But then I called his father an idiot and..."

  "You what! Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who he is? Who his
father was? Jesus Christ. Ok, then what?"

  "Then we took a bath..."

  "You took a bath with Walker? I can just see it. You and Walker and
Remy. Rub a dub dub, three men in a tub," he laughed.

  "Remy wasn't there. I didn't see him again until this morning."

  "Walker is never out of Remy's sight."

  "We spent the night together, and I didn't see Remy until breakfast. Then
we went back to the bedroom again without him. I didn't see him again until
just before we left."

  "You spent the day in bed? How many times did uh...did he...you know?"

  "Five or six, I wasn't really counting. I even got off once."

  All three girls said, "Bullshit," in unison.

  "There is no way Walker made you cum. He can't last thirty seconds, and
he isn't interested in his partner's pleasure enough to do anything else,"
Anne added.

  "Well, he did. And I did."

  "David, you have to be more careful. Some of the people I do business
with are dangerous."

  "Well maybe you should warn me before sending me to some psycho's
house. Or maybe you're trying to get me killed."

  "Okay, I'll admit I didn't think you would come back in one piece after
Bruno. But I had no choice with Walker. He asked for you, and no one tells
Walker no. He's usually an easy few minutes for the girls, but you had to
call his father an idiot. That is on you."

  The steward came over with the phone. The boss was pissed at being
disturbed, and spoke harshly into the phone.

  "Hello...Oh uh hi, Walker...Yes I know Chalkie...Vlad? I know who he is,
but I've never done business with him...Who wants it?... Are you saying the
U.S. as in the white house?...Yes I can see why that would have to be
secret... How much are we talking about?... Holy shit! What's my
cut?...Hell yeah I can do it... How much is your cut?...Uh, are you sure
that's all you want?...Yes, he was just telling us he had a wonderful time
with you...Well he's pretty busy. I'm going to be in Monte Carlo on the
sixteenth, he's going to be in France at the same time. After that I can
swing around and pick up the merchandise. Someone will need to take care of
the authorities in Istanbul, so I can get through to the Black Sea... The
whole time? Ok. I can let you know when I make it back to the U.S, with the
merchandise. Okay it's a deal."

  "What was that all about?" I asked.

  "After the Monte Carlo trip, I'm going to pick up something in Russia and
take it to the U.S. It might be a dangerous trip, so you will stay with
Walker while I'm gone."

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