30-06-2019, 01:24 PM
His eyes were rivetted on her. She was gorgeous, perfect, irresistible. Her breasts were full and generous and he longed to hold them, cup them, fondle them. Her mouth! What he would give to fuck that lovely, full-lipped mouth, to bury his nine-inch cock in its wet warmth!
And her body, with those flared hips and her flat belly ... and what a face she had, sensual, earthy, the kind that would grow radiant with passion and pleasure when a man fucked her. Her skin was lovely, too, smooth and golden, flecked with sexy little marks; he could even see one between her breasts.
"Hey, Tony!" she snapped her fingers and grinned. "What're you dreaming of?"
You, babe, he wanted to say. It's you. Since the day you walked in with that husband we all know won't fuck a dame except with his eyes and his frigging cameras.
It's you I've dreamed of, morning, noon and night and when the other guys tell me what they've done with you, fuck, I could scream! Why haven't you called for me yet? I'm better than the lot of them! I have to be, damn it! I'm the professional gigolo on these beaches! Not them! Me!
"Sorry, ma'am," he said. "Sort of got lost."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"I'm sorry?"
"I asked what you do when you're not mixing heavenly drinks."
"Oh, um, well, nothing fixed really. Odd jobs, mostly. Sometimes someone wants a roof re-tiled, or a drain fixed, or something. Things like that."
"A handyman, then."
"If you like." And very handy with hot broads like you, if only you'd ask. "Though the best is this or working with tourists on the beaches."
"What work is that?"
"I show them around, take them to the various spots." Where I fuck them, because they're all randy women.
"Sounds like a relaxed life."
"It has its advantages." The fucking's great and the money's good, too.
She sipped her drink, drained it.
"Another?"
"Mm. Yes, all right. Can you spike this one?"
"Certainly."
He added a soupcon of liquor to the second drink and returned it to her. The glass rim was frosted with sugar. She dragged her tongue slowly around it, repeated the action with the cherry.
"Tony, tell me another thing."
"Ma'am?"
"Are you good to fuck?"
"Excuse me?" He looked at her startled. Her tone had been utterly casual and conversational, with no reflection of the shocking content of her words.
She looked him straight in the eye, her eyes glinting with anticipation, hunching her shoulders slightly so that her breasts squeezed together and bulged in her bikini top.
"Are you good to fuck?" she repeated. "You know. Do you have a nice big cock, do you like fucking women, that sort of thing?"
He stared at her dumbfounded. "Ma'am ... I ... you ... I mean ..."
"Oh come off it, Tony," she said. "Look, everyone in this hotel knows what's going on. I've been fucking the entire male staff, pretty nearly, and it can't be that much of a secret any longer.
Word must have got around by now. Don't tell me it hasn't."
He grinned slowly. "Yeah," he said. "It has. And yeah, I'm good to fuck. That's what they tell me. Yeah, I've got a big cock. And of course I like fucking women. Who doesn't?"
"One guess."
He looked at her and wrinkled his face in disapproval. "Yes, I know. It's always like this. He's weird. He gets these great broads and doesn't do anything with them."
"That's not fully accurate."
"Yes, well, all right. He doesn't fuck them. That's what I meant. They're broads to die for and all he does is watch and go click-click with that fucking camera."
"Camera. Plural. He has several."
"Yeah."
"Have you fucked any of his whores before?"
"Once or twice."
"Any good?"
He waggled his palm, fingers open. "One was okay. Looked great, but too cold in bed for my liking. The others were good. Very good. Hot stuff. He's never stayed with one for as long as he has with you, though."
"I married him. The others didn't. That's the difference."
"You could leave him."
"No. I like it like this."
"Come on."
"No really. Think about it. This is fine. I like good fucking, and I get it. He likes watching good fucking, and he gets that, too. Everyone's happy."
"A marriage made in heaven," Tony said with heavy sarcasm.
Anuja laughed cheerfully. "Well, not quite that high. But it'll do. For me, at any rate. So. Just how good are you with a woman?"
"One way to find out."
"True."
"When?"
"Tonight."
"I'll come to your room."
"No. I'm bored with that. No. Here."
"The pool closes at night."
"We'll open it."
"The security guys will be prowling around."
"I'll have them stay off. I'm fucking the head honcho earlier. He'll do what I want."
Tony grinned. "You're incredible, ma'am."
"Stop calling me that."
"What shall I call you then?"
"Whore. Bitch. Slut. Something sexy like that. And, if you need to use it, my name's ..."
"I know your name."
"Good."
"What time do we meet?"
"After midnight. When the moon's up."
"The moon won't be the only thing up."
"I should hope not."
"Anything special you like?"
"What?" Anuja looked at him puzzled.
"Is there any special kind of fucking you like?"
She stared at him for a minute and then burst out laughing. "Tony, why didn't you say so?"
"What?"
"You're a gigolo! That's it! All that talk of tourists and spots is all rubbish. You just fuck them! You are a gigolo, aren't you?"
Tony grinned cheerfully. "Yeah. I am. Makes decent money."
"I'm sure it must do," she laughed cheerfully. "Well, my darling gigolo, you can do just about what you like with me. I have no special likes or dislikes. So long as you fuck me, that's fine."
"You like butt-fucks, they say."
"They say rightly. I love butt-fucks."
"Good. I like shoving my rod into a nice, hot, tight ass."
"Do it tonight then."
"Be hot for me."
She paused as she turned on the barstool. "Tony, my friend. I'm always hot. Always."
"Good. So am I."
She laughed and sank back into the water. "Looks like there's going to an atomic explosion tonight, then!"
He laughed and lifted his hand, waving farewell. She swam away and he watched her climb out of the pool and move to her deck chair, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing cheerfully.
And her body, with those flared hips and her flat belly ... and what a face she had, sensual, earthy, the kind that would grow radiant with passion and pleasure when a man fucked her. Her skin was lovely, too, smooth and golden, flecked with sexy little marks; he could even see one between her breasts.
"Hey, Tony!" she snapped her fingers and grinned. "What're you dreaming of?"
You, babe, he wanted to say. It's you. Since the day you walked in with that husband we all know won't fuck a dame except with his eyes and his frigging cameras.
It's you I've dreamed of, morning, noon and night and when the other guys tell me what they've done with you, fuck, I could scream! Why haven't you called for me yet? I'm better than the lot of them! I have to be, damn it! I'm the professional gigolo on these beaches! Not them! Me!
"Sorry, ma'am," he said. "Sort of got lost."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"I'm sorry?"
"I asked what you do when you're not mixing heavenly drinks."
"Oh, um, well, nothing fixed really. Odd jobs, mostly. Sometimes someone wants a roof re-tiled, or a drain fixed, or something. Things like that."
"A handyman, then."
"If you like." And very handy with hot broads like you, if only you'd ask. "Though the best is this or working with tourists on the beaches."
"What work is that?"
"I show them around, take them to the various spots." Where I fuck them, because they're all randy women.
"Sounds like a relaxed life."
"It has its advantages." The fucking's great and the money's good, too.
She sipped her drink, drained it.
"Another?"
"Mm. Yes, all right. Can you spike this one?"
"Certainly."
He added a soupcon of liquor to the second drink and returned it to her. The glass rim was frosted with sugar. She dragged her tongue slowly around it, repeated the action with the cherry.
"Tony, tell me another thing."
"Ma'am?"
"Are you good to fuck?"
"Excuse me?" He looked at her startled. Her tone had been utterly casual and conversational, with no reflection of the shocking content of her words.
She looked him straight in the eye, her eyes glinting with anticipation, hunching her shoulders slightly so that her breasts squeezed together and bulged in her bikini top.
"Are you good to fuck?" she repeated. "You know. Do you have a nice big cock, do you like fucking women, that sort of thing?"
He stared at her dumbfounded. "Ma'am ... I ... you ... I mean ..."
"Oh come off it, Tony," she said. "Look, everyone in this hotel knows what's going on. I've been fucking the entire male staff, pretty nearly, and it can't be that much of a secret any longer.
Word must have got around by now. Don't tell me it hasn't."
He grinned slowly. "Yeah," he said. "It has. And yeah, I'm good to fuck. That's what they tell me. Yeah, I've got a big cock. And of course I like fucking women. Who doesn't?"
"One guess."
He looked at her and wrinkled his face in disapproval. "Yes, I know. It's always like this. He's weird. He gets these great broads and doesn't do anything with them."
"That's not fully accurate."
"Yes, well, all right. He doesn't fuck them. That's what I meant. They're broads to die for and all he does is watch and go click-click with that fucking camera."
"Camera. Plural. He has several."
"Yeah."
"Have you fucked any of his whores before?"
"Once or twice."
"Any good?"
He waggled his palm, fingers open. "One was okay. Looked great, but too cold in bed for my liking. The others were good. Very good. Hot stuff. He's never stayed with one for as long as he has with you, though."
"I married him. The others didn't. That's the difference."
"You could leave him."
"No. I like it like this."
"Come on."
"No really. Think about it. This is fine. I like good fucking, and I get it. He likes watching good fucking, and he gets that, too. Everyone's happy."
"A marriage made in heaven," Tony said with heavy sarcasm.
Anuja laughed cheerfully. "Well, not quite that high. But it'll do. For me, at any rate. So. Just how good are you with a woman?"
"One way to find out."
"True."
"When?"
"Tonight."
"I'll come to your room."
"No. I'm bored with that. No. Here."
"The pool closes at night."
"We'll open it."
"The security guys will be prowling around."
"I'll have them stay off. I'm fucking the head honcho earlier. He'll do what I want."
Tony grinned. "You're incredible, ma'am."
"Stop calling me that."
"What shall I call you then?"
"Whore. Bitch. Slut. Something sexy like that. And, if you need to use it, my name's ..."
"I know your name."
"Good."
"What time do we meet?"
"After midnight. When the moon's up."
"The moon won't be the only thing up."
"I should hope not."
"Anything special you like?"
"What?" Anuja looked at him puzzled.
"Is there any special kind of fucking you like?"
She stared at him for a minute and then burst out laughing. "Tony, why didn't you say so?"
"What?"
"You're a gigolo! That's it! All that talk of tourists and spots is all rubbish. You just fuck them! You are a gigolo, aren't you?"
Tony grinned cheerfully. "Yeah. I am. Makes decent money."
"I'm sure it must do," she laughed cheerfully. "Well, my darling gigolo, you can do just about what you like with me. I have no special likes or dislikes. So long as you fuck me, that's fine."
"You like butt-fucks, they say."
"They say rightly. I love butt-fucks."
"Good. I like shoving my rod into a nice, hot, tight ass."
"Do it tonight then."
"Be hot for me."
She paused as she turned on the barstool. "Tony, my friend. I'm always hot. Always."
"Good. So am I."
She laughed and sank back into the water. "Looks like there's going to an atomic explosion tonight, then!"
He laughed and lifted his hand, waving farewell. She swam away and he watched her climb out of the pool and move to her deck chair, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing cheerfully.
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