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Again, I am not understanding humor in the title. My translator says "go with it". Whatever.
Mr. Aronoff calls in the morning, and says to meet him at the factory. We will be building set again for Friday night photography session. He is pleased with us, and says after taking out what we owe him, there is still little money we earned from last night. But he also suggests we buy some of our own clothing and cosmetics. This seems fair to us, as we cannot wear costumes when not working, and our country boy clothing is shabby. He will have Ana take us shopping later in day.
He also says Friday photos will be a "step forward" for us, and could launch "new careers". I am thinking he means leading to more sessions like with the old man. Getting paid to look good and receive blow job? I can do that.
Ana arrives and we take bus together to new shopping mall. We are dressed as masculine, but she leads us into a store for ladies. Secret of Victoria. I stop and am confused. I expected to buy a suit and tie and expensive wingtips, but she assumed we would be dressing as women all the time from day forward. She seems disappointed in my reaction.
Serge leaps at chance. "I am happy to throw boy clothes away, and wear sexy things!" He has still not said what happen in his hotel room, but he seems have bad back and was not much help at moving furniture at the factory.
Ana smiles at him, and promises me we will go next to men's store.
But once inside, I am slowly taken by pretty colors and soft fabrics and elaborate styles of women's undergarments. Bras, panties, stockings, corsets, teddies, sleeping gowns, bustiers, and many more for which I do not know the names. Serge is asking Ana and me for advice, and I find myself getting into selecting and shopping. When Ana suggests a matching set of bra and panty and suspender belt, all red and black, for me, Serge agrees that it would look good on my body. I blush, but choose to get it. And a few other things.
Other women shoppers seem to pay us no mind.
When we go to register to pay, we find a shock waiting for us: the cost is more than all the money Serge and I have together! Including tip from old man!
Ana hesitates, but pulls out credit card. We will pay her back with what we earn this weekend, and then we will be set for good!
From there, we go to other women's store, and buy dresses and skirts and blouses and tight designer jeans and shoes and leotard and leggings and stockings and panty hose. Ana says nothing and "puts it on the plastic". Then, we go to another store and buy lipstick and eye shadow and foundation and blush and mascara and eyeliner and perfume and hair spray and conditioner and nail polish and many other things Ana says we need. When we board bus for home, we are carrying so many packages, it is embarrassing.
Nearly home, I remember, we did not go to men's store, and I do not have suit. I put it out of mind, and decided to do it later.
Ana sits at home and nearly laughs as we start trying things on and present makeshift fashion show. She is as warm and happy as I have ever seen her. Svetlana and I find a few things we can trade and share, and after some vodka, Ana goes home. Svetlana prefers to sleep in her own bed again tonight, and I fall asleep still wearing silken nightie.
In morning, it is Svetlana who greets me, not Serge. She is wearing tight jeans and oversized sweater. Her hair is sprayed out and she wears minimum makeup. It seems she is eager for day's photography! I choose to do the same and dress in leggings and high heeled boots and choose oversized sweater like hers. "Just like sisters!" she exclaims.
I am somewhat nervous about bus ride to factory, but no-one pays us attention, although I feel men looking at us with desire. It makes me feel pride.
Ana is proud of us for making "good effort" today, and gets to work on us, doing more assisting and advice, letting us do most of face painting. Tanya is not there, and we never see her again.
(In future, I ask about her and am told, "we took her to live with a farm family" where "she will be very happy".)
Mr. Aronoff and Ken arrive when we are nearly done, but they are not alone. Two strangers, young burly men are with them. At first, I think they are men from nightclub, but they are not. Mr. Aronoff announces we will be posing with them all day. No sex, no "hanky panky", he says, just posing. I overhear him ask Ana how much was spent at shopping, and I think about the money we owe. Posing with men will be strange, but I must do it.
Men are named Kurt, from Germany, and Josef, and are friendly.
Kurt and Svetlana are to pose first, and I am to watch. There is no sex, but there is simulation of it. They are making as though they are about to kiss, and they are holding each others' penises and touching each other, and I am finding myself feeling jealous watching Svetlana. It is silly feeling! But it is strange watching Kurt pose as though he is going to suck her dick, and to see her pose as though she will be sucking his.
I am getting aroused at scenes and at thought of blowing jobs. I will have to "practice" with Svetlana tonight!
Josef is nearly naked and is slowly stroking himself. I sneak a peek at his penis. It is good size. Maybe bigger than mine! He catches me looking and winks! I am very embarrassed and blush and turn away!
But then it is our turn to pose, and I get a very good look at his penis. Very close up! It is much better looking than old man from hotel! Very firm and strong looking and women would be very happy to have it in their pussies.
I am on knees, holding his hard cock with one hand, stroking my own with other, Ken directing us to stand this way or that. Josef looks down at me and whispers, "You like?" I blush again. Ken yells at me, "Do not blush! Ruining light and color!" But Mr. Aronoff thinks is good. Makes me look "virginal". Virginal! He does not know I have sucked Svetlana's penis and had blow from old man! I am hardly a virgin! But I play along, making shy expressions on my face, and Mr. Aronoff is pleased again. I did not know there was so much acting in being a model!
Josef though it not fooled. "You want it, for real, do you not?" I say nothing, because I am curious about putting it in my mouth.
Pose shifts and Josef is behind me. I have one high heeled foot and stockinged leg up on ottoman, while he has hand on my buttocks. He is slowly rubbing my ass cheek and back of my thigh, and his touch feels good. He is kneeling and putting his face near my arsehole. I think of old man's tongue, and wonder if Josef's tongue would feel better.
And then he is standing behind me, and I realize I can feel his hard cock rubbing near my arsehole. It tickles, and if not for shock of being touched there again, I would have giggled.
He whispers in my ear again, "You want me to fuck you, yes? You want my dick in you?" It does not seem like a question when he says it though, and I wonder if maybe I do want it.
The day goes on with many costume changes and poses, and vodka and cheese and crackers and fruit, and we all become more comfortable with one another. Kurt and I pose together, but I find myself thinking of Josef. And when I see him posing with Svetlana, again, I am jealous! I am thinking I may have to "practice" tonight, but not with her!
Finally, day is done, and it is time to put things away. Svetlana comes to me and say "the boys" want to have drinks with us! What harm can come of it? I am tired, but horny, and I know she is hornier than I! She has pleading look in eyes, like puppy dog. I laugh and say "okay", but we should probably dress up first. Sweaters and jeans and leggings would not look appropriate in bar or nightclub for drinks with two handsome male models!
"The Boys" know where we live and will pick us up there. Ana cautions us not to stay out late, as we are shooting more in the next day! On bus ride home, Svetlana is thinking about what we are to be wearing for our "dates"! You would think she had been doing this all her life!
She will be wearing faux leather miniskirt, with black and white rattlesnake pattern, along with loose fitting, off the shoulder black blouse. No bra. I will have black dress with short skirt that falls mid-thigh, or as Svetlana calls it: "LBD".
"The Boys" arrive in taxi cab on time, but we are not quiet ready. Svetlana wants everything to be perfect for them. Not that it matters. Because when we are sitting back of car, it is Josef, me, Kurt, and Svetlana, and as soon as car starts to move, Kurt and Svetlana are kissing like young lovers!
Josef puts his hand on my thigh and tells me I look even more beautiful than I did at factory. I am finding myself flattered!
We arrive at a hotel, and I am curious: perhaps there is a bar or nightclub inside. But, Josef says he has to get something. Kurt and Svetlana can hardly walk as they are still as lovers and they soon fall behind us.
Josef invites me into his room, and it feels like walking into hotel room of old man. I start to panic, but stop myself. Time with old man was something I did and it did not kill me. And Josef is no old man! I know what Josef wants, and I think I want it too!
I turn and we are kissing and his arms are around me and my arms are around his neck, and we are kissing and kissing and kissing. And all of my horniness from the day is there and I think about holding his cock and how now I can do more than just hold it!
I sit back on the edge of the bed and fondle his hard cock through his slacks until I think he cannot take it any longer. Then, I unzip his pants and put my hand in to feel him through his underwear. And I do this until I think he cannot stand it. Then I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants and let them fall to the floor. And then I pull down his underwear and stroke him until I think I cannot take it any more!
As warm and as firm and as strong looking as I thought it felt at the factory, his penis feels even better in my mouth. But it feels as though I am just getting used to it, when he gently pushes me off his dick.
"Not yet, baby". He takes off his shirt and pushes me back on the bed so I am on my back, and then his muscular body crawls on top of me naked. I am still dressed and he is naked and kissing me and humping his hips against me and I am knowing what he wants.
And I am wanting it too.
My panties come off and our dicks are touching and it is better than with Svetlana. But I will never tell her that.
I cannot bring myself to say the words, but my body will do the talking. My legs spread and wrap around Josef's, and I am grinding my hips against him, as I breath in his ear and say "fuck me!"
Oh. I guess I did say the words. I am a silly girl sometimes!
Josef asks "this is your first, yes? I will be gentle." He reaches for nightstand and grabs a bottle plastic bottle and pours a jelly on his big mushroom head. I gasp as his cold wet finger touches my butthole, and pushes inside. It is not unpleasant, but it is not much pleasurable either.
He senses my unease, and says "just getting you ready, my little virgin!" Then he pushes another finger in, and then a third, and my breath catches as he pushes all three deeper. It is hurting a little, but I wonder how much it will hurt when he pushes his penis in!
My own penis has gone soft, but Josef starts kissing it and it soon stands up on its own. "Mmmmm, beautiful girl" he whispers before he takes it all deep into his throat and looks up at me. He does look sexy with my cock in his mouth, and I realize the feeling of his fingers in my ass is starting to be pleasurable. I flex my buttcheeks and give a little hip thrust to encourage him to keep going, but he pulls his mouth off my dick and his fingers out of my ass.
And then his cockhead is at the gates, and he slowly pushes it in, and I gasp as it feels like he is using three fingers and three fingers more and three fingers more. He is watching me intently, and holding still with his head just inside me. And he waits until my breathing slows. Then he pushes a little, and I can feel my ass closing around the mushroom head, not unlike the way my lips expanded to take in Svetlana's dick and then closed around the shaft.
And then he pushes a little more, and goes a little deeper. And a little more and a little deeper. And more and deeper. And more and deeper.
And I am filled with a sense of warmth that starts deep in my belly like drinking the world's best vodka in a cozy tavern after standing on the steppes in the winter. Only this is better. Much better.
And then, I feel two things: his pubic bone against the space behind my balls. And the tip of his dick touching the most sensitive part of my insides, somewhere I did not know existed. And I cry out. In a good way.
And the room seems to spin, and I am no longer aware of anything except that spot inside me. I do not notice the weight from the earrings pulling on my ears, or the weight of his body pushing me into the bed. I do not notice the feel of his hairy legs against my hairless legs, or the stubble of his face on my neck. I do not notice the smell of perfume and hairspray, or the alcohol on his breath. Or the sound of the soft taffeta of my dress. I do not feel my hands gripping the muscles on his back or my own cock rubbing against his belly. All I can sense is the pleasure button that was hidden inside me.
And the pleasure is becoming overwhelming, threatening to kill me it would seem. I feel as though a little death is about to envelope me, and I cry out.
And the finger that is inside me, the thick, veiny finger pushing my pleasure button stops pushing, and I can breath again. And I feel that finger withdrawing, rushing slowly, with my body trying to grab it and stop it from leaving, the feel of a thousand million cells desperately grasping at him.
Then, I am aware of a cold wetness on my belly. He lifts himself onto his arms and looks down, as he feels it too. Then, he looks up and smiles at me. "You are too loud. And I am not done."
I do not know what this means! I did not know I made noise and, oh! He is not done, but he must think I am. For I know what the cold wetness is.
"I am sorry. I will be quieter, for I hope you are not done!" I say in tattered breaths. I now know I am breathing hard and have started to sweat!
And then he pushes back inside, and the finger is on the pleasure button again, but not for long. It pulls back and my body again tries to stop it. But, I don't have to as he pushes forward again, and back. And forward again. And back.
And each push forward is a tease on my button. And each withdrawl is a desperate grab to keep him in me. And so it goes, faster and faster and faster and I cannot breathe.
And he asks me a question, and I cannot understand what he is asking because my world is topsy-turvy, upside down and all I can begin to say is "do not stop".
And he is going faster and faster, and I am aware of someone, somewhere in the hotel giving a cry of torture, and I hope they are okay whoever they are, although the crier does not seem to be calling for help.
And then, Josef freezes, and looks up at the ceiling. I think maybe he too has heard the crier, but he gives no sign before he collapses onto me. And he is breathing hard and I am breathing hard. Harder now that his weight is fully upon me.
And I feel a different warmth envelop me, a peace like I have not known before. I am embraced by a feeling of tenderness and I want to stay here, beneath Josef, forever.
He is motionless, except for his breathing. I strum my fingers across this back and through his hair, and this stirs him. He rolls off me, shocking me back into the world as his penis is ripped from my hole. He walks into the bathroom without a word and I hear the faucet running.
I am realizing I am smiling and staring at the ceiling, slowly rocking from side to side, waiting for my lover to return to fuck me again.
When Josef returns, he has a scowl on his handsome face. "You'd better get going. I have a flight in the morning. There should be a taxi outside." And he stands there, naked, but almost threatening. And I am scared.
I go to the door and open it. "Wait!" he says. He is holding my purse and my underwear in his hand. He tosses me the purse, but holds the panties. "I'll keep these as a souvenir."
In the hallway, I catch my breath. It is moment before I realize Svetlana is standing there. It is another moment, before I realize her hair is messed up, and her lipstick is too. And in a few seconds, I realize mine is too, probably. We stare at each other for moment, before her goofy grin explodes.
As I stand there, I feel something wet, trickling down my leg. And I smile back at her as I know what it is.
We walk, arm in arm, hips swaying, to the elevator.
Oh, yes. I can do this.
**EPILOGUE**
This story is from about a year ago. My translator insisted I tell you what transpired since then.
I am learning English. And German. And some Arabic. Svetlana is learning French and we teach each other some words.
We both continue to model for Mr. Aronoff, only the photos became more graphic with actual sex. And then he moved us into video. And continued to meet men for him. As he called it, "escorting".
Only it does not last with Svetlana. The silly girl falls in love with a man about a month later, and moves with him to an island off the coast of Spain. She takes hormones to become more of a woman for him, and is happy. He is a nice old man, and I am happy for her.
I go visit once a year. Sometimes we still "practice", but not often.
I am escorting more and more and photographing less and less, because the money is better and I must repay Mr. Aronoff for the breast implants.
And because I like to fuck.
Mr. Aronoff calls in the morning, and says to meet him at the factory. We will be building set again for Friday night photography session. He is pleased with us, and says after taking out what we owe him, there is still little money we earned from last night. But he also suggests we buy some of our own clothing and cosmetics. This seems fair to us, as we cannot wear costumes when not working, and our country boy clothing is shabby. He will have Ana take us shopping later in day.
He also says Friday photos will be a "step forward" for us, and could launch "new careers". I am thinking he means leading to more sessions like with the old man. Getting paid to look good and receive blow job? I can do that.
Ana arrives and we take bus together to new shopping mall. We are dressed as masculine, but she leads us into a store for ladies. Secret of Victoria. I stop and am confused. I expected to buy a suit and tie and expensive wingtips, but she assumed we would be dressing as women all the time from day forward. She seems disappointed in my reaction.
Serge leaps at chance. "I am happy to throw boy clothes away, and wear sexy things!" He has still not said what happen in his hotel room, but he seems have bad back and was not much help at moving furniture at the factory.
Ana smiles at him, and promises me we will go next to men's store.
But once inside, I am slowly taken by pretty colors and soft fabrics and elaborate styles of women's undergarments. Bras, panties, stockings, corsets, teddies, sleeping gowns, bustiers, and many more for which I do not know the names. Serge is asking Ana and me for advice, and I find myself getting into selecting and shopping. When Ana suggests a matching set of bra and panty and suspender belt, all red and black, for me, Serge agrees that it would look good on my body. I blush, but choose to get it. And a few other things.
Other women shoppers seem to pay us no mind.
When we go to register to pay, we find a shock waiting for us: the cost is more than all the money Serge and I have together! Including tip from old man!
Ana hesitates, but pulls out credit card. We will pay her back with what we earn this weekend, and then we will be set for good!
From there, we go to other women's store, and buy dresses and skirts and blouses and tight designer jeans and shoes and leotard and leggings and stockings and panty hose. Ana says nothing and "puts it on the plastic". Then, we go to another store and buy lipstick and eye shadow and foundation and blush and mascara and eyeliner and perfume and hair spray and conditioner and nail polish and many other things Ana says we need. When we board bus for home, we are carrying so many packages, it is embarrassing.
Nearly home, I remember, we did not go to men's store, and I do not have suit. I put it out of mind, and decided to do it later.
Ana sits at home and nearly laughs as we start trying things on and present makeshift fashion show. She is as warm and happy as I have ever seen her. Svetlana and I find a few things we can trade and share, and after some vodka, Ana goes home. Svetlana prefers to sleep in her own bed again tonight, and I fall asleep still wearing silken nightie.
In morning, it is Svetlana who greets me, not Serge. She is wearing tight jeans and oversized sweater. Her hair is sprayed out and she wears minimum makeup. It seems she is eager for day's photography! I choose to do the same and dress in leggings and high heeled boots and choose oversized sweater like hers. "Just like sisters!" she exclaims.
I am somewhat nervous about bus ride to factory, but no-one pays us attention, although I feel men looking at us with desire. It makes me feel pride.
Ana is proud of us for making "good effort" today, and gets to work on us, doing more assisting and advice, letting us do most of face painting. Tanya is not there, and we never see her again.
(In future, I ask about her and am told, "we took her to live with a farm family" where "she will be very happy".)
Mr. Aronoff and Ken arrive when we are nearly done, but they are not alone. Two strangers, young burly men are with them. At first, I think they are men from nightclub, but they are not. Mr. Aronoff announces we will be posing with them all day. No sex, no "hanky panky", he says, just posing. I overhear him ask Ana how much was spent at shopping, and I think about the money we owe. Posing with men will be strange, but I must do it.
Men are named Kurt, from Germany, and Josef, and are friendly.
Kurt and Svetlana are to pose first, and I am to watch. There is no sex, but there is simulation of it. They are making as though they are about to kiss, and they are holding each others' penises and touching each other, and I am finding myself feeling jealous watching Svetlana. It is silly feeling! But it is strange watching Kurt pose as though he is going to suck her dick, and to see her pose as though she will be sucking his.
I am getting aroused at scenes and at thought of blowing jobs. I will have to "practice" with Svetlana tonight!
Josef is nearly naked and is slowly stroking himself. I sneak a peek at his penis. It is good size. Maybe bigger than mine! He catches me looking and winks! I am very embarrassed and blush and turn away!
But then it is our turn to pose, and I get a very good look at his penis. Very close up! It is much better looking than old man from hotel! Very firm and strong looking and women would be very happy to have it in their pussies.
I am on knees, holding his hard cock with one hand, stroking my own with other, Ken directing us to stand this way or that. Josef looks down at me and whispers, "You like?" I blush again. Ken yells at me, "Do not blush! Ruining light and color!" But Mr. Aronoff thinks is good. Makes me look "virginal". Virginal! He does not know I have sucked Svetlana's penis and had blow from old man! I am hardly a virgin! But I play along, making shy expressions on my face, and Mr. Aronoff is pleased again. I did not know there was so much acting in being a model!
Josef though it not fooled. "You want it, for real, do you not?" I say nothing, because I am curious about putting it in my mouth.
Pose shifts and Josef is behind me. I have one high heeled foot and stockinged leg up on ottoman, while he has hand on my buttocks. He is slowly rubbing my ass cheek and back of my thigh, and his touch feels good. He is kneeling and putting his face near my arsehole. I think of old man's tongue, and wonder if Josef's tongue would feel better.
And then he is standing behind me, and I realize I can feel his hard cock rubbing near my arsehole. It tickles, and if not for shock of being touched there again, I would have giggled.
He whispers in my ear again, "You want me to fuck you, yes? You want my dick in you?" It does not seem like a question when he says it though, and I wonder if maybe I do want it.
The day goes on with many costume changes and poses, and vodka and cheese and crackers and fruit, and we all become more comfortable with one another. Kurt and I pose together, but I find myself thinking of Josef. And when I see him posing with Svetlana, again, I am jealous! I am thinking I may have to "practice" tonight, but not with her!
Finally, day is done, and it is time to put things away. Svetlana comes to me and say "the boys" want to have drinks with us! What harm can come of it? I am tired, but horny, and I know she is hornier than I! She has pleading look in eyes, like puppy dog. I laugh and say "okay", but we should probably dress up first. Sweaters and jeans and leggings would not look appropriate in bar or nightclub for drinks with two handsome male models!
"The Boys" know where we live and will pick us up there. Ana cautions us not to stay out late, as we are shooting more in the next day! On bus ride home, Svetlana is thinking about what we are to be wearing for our "dates"! You would think she had been doing this all her life!
She will be wearing faux leather miniskirt, with black and white rattlesnake pattern, along with loose fitting, off the shoulder black blouse. No bra. I will have black dress with short skirt that falls mid-thigh, or as Svetlana calls it: "LBD".
"The Boys" arrive in taxi cab on time, but we are not quiet ready. Svetlana wants everything to be perfect for them. Not that it matters. Because when we are sitting back of car, it is Josef, me, Kurt, and Svetlana, and as soon as car starts to move, Kurt and Svetlana are kissing like young lovers!
Josef puts his hand on my thigh and tells me I look even more beautiful than I did at factory. I am finding myself flattered!
We arrive at a hotel, and I am curious: perhaps there is a bar or nightclub inside. But, Josef says he has to get something. Kurt and Svetlana can hardly walk as they are still as lovers and they soon fall behind us.
Josef invites me into his room, and it feels like walking into hotel room of old man. I start to panic, but stop myself. Time with old man was something I did and it did not kill me. And Josef is no old man! I know what Josef wants, and I think I want it too!
I turn and we are kissing and his arms are around me and my arms are around his neck, and we are kissing and kissing and kissing. And all of my horniness from the day is there and I think about holding his cock and how now I can do more than just hold it!
I sit back on the edge of the bed and fondle his hard cock through his slacks until I think he cannot take it any longer. Then, I unzip his pants and put my hand in to feel him through his underwear. And I do this until I think he cannot stand it. Then I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants and let them fall to the floor. And then I pull down his underwear and stroke him until I think I cannot take it any more!
As warm and as firm and as strong looking as I thought it felt at the factory, his penis feels even better in my mouth. But it feels as though I am just getting used to it, when he gently pushes me off his dick.
"Not yet, baby". He takes off his shirt and pushes me back on the bed so I am on my back, and then his muscular body crawls on top of me naked. I am still dressed and he is naked and kissing me and humping his hips against me and I am knowing what he wants.
And I am wanting it too.
My panties come off and our dicks are touching and it is better than with Svetlana. But I will never tell her that.
I cannot bring myself to say the words, but my body will do the talking. My legs spread and wrap around Josef's, and I am grinding my hips against him, as I breath in his ear and say "fuck me!"
Oh. I guess I did say the words. I am a silly girl sometimes!
Josef asks "this is your first, yes? I will be gentle." He reaches for nightstand and grabs a bottle plastic bottle and pours a jelly on his big mushroom head. I gasp as his cold wet finger touches my butthole, and pushes inside. It is not unpleasant, but it is not much pleasurable either.
He senses my unease, and says "just getting you ready, my little virgin!" Then he pushes another finger in, and then a third, and my breath catches as he pushes all three deeper. It is hurting a little, but I wonder how much it will hurt when he pushes his penis in!
My own penis has gone soft, but Josef starts kissing it and it soon stands up on its own. "Mmmmm, beautiful girl" he whispers before he takes it all deep into his throat and looks up at me. He does look sexy with my cock in his mouth, and I realize the feeling of his fingers in my ass is starting to be pleasurable. I flex my buttcheeks and give a little hip thrust to encourage him to keep going, but he pulls his mouth off my dick and his fingers out of my ass.
And then his cockhead is at the gates, and he slowly pushes it in, and I gasp as it feels like he is using three fingers and three fingers more and three fingers more. He is watching me intently, and holding still with his head just inside me. And he waits until my breathing slows. Then he pushes a little, and I can feel my ass closing around the mushroom head, not unlike the way my lips expanded to take in Svetlana's dick and then closed around the shaft.
And then he pushes a little more, and goes a little deeper. And a little more and a little deeper. And more and deeper. And more and deeper.
And I am filled with a sense of warmth that starts deep in my belly like drinking the world's best vodka in a cozy tavern after standing on the steppes in the winter. Only this is better. Much better.
And then, I feel two things: his pubic bone against the space behind my balls. And the tip of his dick touching the most sensitive part of my insides, somewhere I did not know existed. And I cry out. In a good way.
And the room seems to spin, and I am no longer aware of anything except that spot inside me. I do not notice the weight from the earrings pulling on my ears, or the weight of his body pushing me into the bed. I do not notice the feel of his hairy legs against my hairless legs, or the stubble of his face on my neck. I do not notice the smell of perfume and hairspray, or the alcohol on his breath. Or the sound of the soft taffeta of my dress. I do not feel my hands gripping the muscles on his back or my own cock rubbing against his belly. All I can sense is the pleasure button that was hidden inside me.
And the pleasure is becoming overwhelming, threatening to kill me it would seem. I feel as though a little death is about to envelope me, and I cry out.
And the finger that is inside me, the thick, veiny finger pushing my pleasure button stops pushing, and I can breath again. And I feel that finger withdrawing, rushing slowly, with my body trying to grab it and stop it from leaving, the feel of a thousand million cells desperately grasping at him.
Then, I am aware of a cold wetness on my belly. He lifts himself onto his arms and looks down, as he feels it too. Then, he looks up and smiles at me. "You are too loud. And I am not done."
I do not know what this means! I did not know I made noise and, oh! He is not done, but he must think I am. For I know what the cold wetness is.
"I am sorry. I will be quieter, for I hope you are not done!" I say in tattered breaths. I now know I am breathing hard and have started to sweat!
And then he pushes back inside, and the finger is on the pleasure button again, but not for long. It pulls back and my body again tries to stop it. But, I don't have to as he pushes forward again, and back. And forward again. And back.
And each push forward is a tease on my button. And each withdrawl is a desperate grab to keep him in me. And so it goes, faster and faster and faster and I cannot breathe.
And he asks me a question, and I cannot understand what he is asking because my world is topsy-turvy, upside down and all I can begin to say is "do not stop".
And he is going faster and faster, and I am aware of someone, somewhere in the hotel giving a cry of torture, and I hope they are okay whoever they are, although the crier does not seem to be calling for help.
And then, Josef freezes, and looks up at the ceiling. I think maybe he too has heard the crier, but he gives no sign before he collapses onto me. And he is breathing hard and I am breathing hard. Harder now that his weight is fully upon me.
And I feel a different warmth envelop me, a peace like I have not known before. I am embraced by a feeling of tenderness and I want to stay here, beneath Josef, forever.
He is motionless, except for his breathing. I strum my fingers across this back and through his hair, and this stirs him. He rolls off me, shocking me back into the world as his penis is ripped from my hole. He walks into the bathroom without a word and I hear the faucet running.
I am realizing I am smiling and staring at the ceiling, slowly rocking from side to side, waiting for my lover to return to fuck me again.
When Josef returns, he has a scowl on his handsome face. "You'd better get going. I have a flight in the morning. There should be a taxi outside." And he stands there, naked, but almost threatening. And I am scared.
I go to the door and open it. "Wait!" he says. He is holding my purse and my underwear in his hand. He tosses me the purse, but holds the panties. "I'll keep these as a souvenir."
In the hallway, I catch my breath. It is moment before I realize Svetlana is standing there. It is another moment, before I realize her hair is messed up, and her lipstick is too. And in a few seconds, I realize mine is too, probably. We stare at each other for moment, before her goofy grin explodes.
As I stand there, I feel something wet, trickling down my leg. And I smile back at her as I know what it is.
We walk, arm in arm, hips swaying, to the elevator.
Oh, yes. I can do this.
**EPILOGUE**
This story is from about a year ago. My translator insisted I tell you what transpired since then.
I am learning English. And German. And some Arabic. Svetlana is learning French and we teach each other some words.
We both continue to model for Mr. Aronoff, only the photos became more graphic with actual sex. And then he moved us into video. And continued to meet men for him. As he called it, "escorting".
Only it does not last with Svetlana. The silly girl falls in love with a man about a month later, and moves with him to an island off the coast of Spain. She takes hormones to become more of a woman for him, and is happy. He is a nice old man, and I am happy for her.
I go visit once a year. Sometimes we still "practice", but not often.
I am escorting more and more and photographing less and less, because the money is better and I must repay Mr. Aronoff for the breast implants.
And because I like to fuck.
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