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Story title : Hungarian Girl, The

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The Hungarian Girl (M+/F, intr, exh, rom, travel) 
by Aceinthe Hole (aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com)

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"Do you speak English? Can you help me?"

I turned. It was a girl. A few years younger than me, 
perhaps twenty years old. She was dressed somewhat 
shabbily. Old jeans and a loose sweatshirt, a knit cap. 
About 5 foot 7.

"I speak English."

"I have lost my train ticket, and I need to get back to 
Budapest." She said, in a thick Hungarian accent. "I have 
420 Guilders, and I just need 30 more so I can buy a new 
one."

I almost laughed. I'd been warned about this scam, common 
in European train stations. They always need just a few 
dollars, it was perfectly reasonable. They could hit on 
10 people an hour, earning more money than by working. 
Which of course foreigners are not allowed to do legally 
anyway.

It's not a problem that I often face. People rarely hit 
on a young black man with a ring through his eyebrow.

And then I saw her eyes.

Some of my friends are "Leg men", some are "Tit men". 
Some swear by the ass. I'm a face man.

The beauty of a woman's face turns me on. The eyes, 
especially.

The Hungarian girl had the most amazing green eyes.

It would only cost me about $12 to be able to look at 
them for a minute or two, and I was in a generous mood.

I put down the pizza slice I had been eating, and started 
hunting around in my pockets for some money.

Those eyes, I just can't tell you. I kept looking at 
them, I couldn't resist them. They were crystal clear, 
bright with life. She had high cheekbones, and clear pale 
skin. She kept looking at the food.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her.

"No, I am ok. I just need to get home."

"Are you sure?"

She laughed. I was impressed that someone in her 
situation could laugh. Then I remembered; her situation 
was surely just bullshit.

"No." she said, "I am not so sure. Maybe it would be good 
if I ate something."
I gave her my second piece, and bought her and myself two 
more from the pizza hut counter [yes, pizza hut is even 
in Amsterdam].

When we had eaten, she looked at me intently; perhaps she 
knew what her eyes could do.

"Thank you. You are a good man, I wish you much 
happiness."

And she walked away, convincingly, in the direction of 
the ticket counters.
I went to buy my own ticket to Munich. She was there, 
waiting on the line. I took my position behind her, 
setting my bag down next to me.

She looked slightly nervous. "Ah," I thought, "she's 
probably going to buy a local ticket. She's nervous 
because I'll see that she's full of it."

I didn't care. I would rather give money to people like 
that than have them steal or turn to prostitution. When 
someone is hungry, I know that they'll do whatever they 
have to do, and there's no safety net for east block 
people away from home. Precious little when they're at 
home, for that matter.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Munich," I told her.

"Then we will be on the same train, I think." She said.

So we sat together. She really was going to Budapest.

She took off her hat. Her red hair fell to her shoulders.

We talked. Her father was a builder; she had been 
visiting friends in Western Europe.

I was taking some time off to see Europe myself. I told 
her that I was going to pick up my brother's new BMW from 
the factory in Munich. It was cheaper than buying it in 
the states, and in return, I got to drive it around for a 
while before delivering it to Rotterdam, and the ship 
that would take it across the Atlantic.

She had a powerful personality, I liked that. We debated 
some political and economic issues.

We fell silent, and she watched the view flashing by the 
window. I daydreamed, looking at her.

I was tracing across her cheek with my tongue, kissing 
her eyes, chewing on her ears. I was pushing my tongue 
between her lips, running it across her teeth. I was 
biting her lower lip.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, breaking into my 
reverie.

"Nothing." I said, embarrassed.

"Go on, tell me. You were looking very happy."

She wouldn't let it rest, so I finally told her; "I was 
thinking of kissing you."

She blushed, and looked out the window once more.

"Ok." She said, after a while.

I'd never been to good with girls. I'm a computer geek; 
I'm good with computers. I just didn't have much 
confidence with girls.

"Ok what?" I asked, hardly able to believe.

"Ok you can kiss me. I was never kissed on a train." She 
was grinning.

I sat next to her. I thought my heart would come out of 
its box, and that wasn't the only thing that wanted out.

Hesitantly, I touched her neck. She has a long, thin, 
graceful neck.

We kissed, just a simple little kiss.

Her hand found my shoulder, and we continued. Her mouth 
opened a crack, and my tongue slipped briefly inside for 
an exploratory raid.

There was no one sitting opposite us, but people passed 
from time to time. No one said anything.

It was a literal dream come true. I made love to her 
face, like I had dreamed. I bit her eyebrows, chewed her 
earlobes.

When I was confident that we were unobserved, I fondled 
her breast a little.
The strange thing about this was the unlikliness of it 
going very far. In another hour, she would change trains, 
leaving me to continue my journey alone.

We stopped kissing, and just sat together, my arm around 
her.

How bittersweet, to meet like this. The traveler's dream, 
but with too fast an ending.

Anyway, I had never been able to keep a girlfriend for 
long. Ok, it usually wasn't quite this sudden, but women 
didn't stay with me.

My dad thought I just never went out with the right 
girls. But I knew otherwise. It was my sexual problem; 
premature ejaculation.

It was more than just that I came too soon. It was so 
embarrassing. How could a woman respect me when I let my 
load loose the second I would penetrate her? When I was 
so lucky as to last that long. How could I respect 
myself?

"Why don't you come with me?" she asked.

"To Budapest?"

"Sure. I could show you everything there!"

I didn't have any idea what there might be to see in 
Budapest. Other than Jlona.

"Why don't you come with me, instead?" I asked her.

"I have no money." She said. "But I suppose I can get 
some from my father."

"Do you want to come with me, though?"

"I would like to, maybe. It would be nice to see some 
more of the West. I was only in Amsterdam and Brussels. 
But I have to start to work again."

"I could take care of you for a while. Once I have the 
car, it won't make much difference."

Of course, that was presuming that we shared hotel rooms. 
Which, after that petting session, didn't seem likely to 
be a problem. And if, as I thought likely, she was no 
longer interested in me by tomorrow morning, I could just 
buy her another train ticket, I thought, with some 
trepidation.

We checked into a small hotel near the station in Munich. 
It was fairly awkward, the unspoken agreement of sex. And 
more than a little exciting.

She went into the bathroom first, and showered and 
changed. I was awestruck at the transformation when she 
emerged. She now wore a green dress that showed the shape 
of her body, a shape that I had no idea had been lurking 
below her baggy traveling outfit. Her hips were so slim, 
it made me want to reach for them, circle them with my 
arms. I had felt the weight of her breast briefly on the 
train, but now they were revealed, standing proudly in 
the dress, the smooth valley between them a pilgrimage 
sight for all testosterone-powered humans.

We went to a little restaurant and ate, and we talked 
until midnight. I was in no hurry to get her back to the 
hotel, and the waiting double bed that we were going to 
share. I was horny as hell, but I really liked this girl, 
and I believed she liked me too. I dreaded loosing her to 
my cursed uncontrollable balls.

She took my hand, and led me up the stairs to our room. 
From two steps below her, her ass was looking even 
better. Her walk, the way she swayed while climbing the 
steep stairs, already gave me a hard on.

We undressed, both of us with some embarrassment. I 
watched her eyes find my cock. I watched them widen a 
little.

I'd only ever had sex with white girls. I seem to lack 
some of the "cool" that my race is expected to possess in 
the U.S., but the white girls don't notice. They like 
that I'm a bit more unpretentious, and I know there is 
some curiosity about the interracial thing. My dick isn't 
a baseball bat or anything, but it's generous enough. I 
think it's the color that winds them up. They just think 
it's bigger because it's black.

She sat naked on the bed, and she couldn't seem to wait 
to get her little white hands around my pole when I came 
over to her. I do love the way that looks, the contrast. 
The same goes for my hand on a white tit, it just looks 
great to me. Feels nice too.

Jlona was very pale, like milk. They don't seem to have a 
tanning fashion where she's from.

I knelt on the floor, to kiss her and so she would have 
to let go. That's how bad my problem was; I was nearly 
set to pop my load already.

She sat with her weight on her cute ass, on the bed, and 
she wrapped her legs around my back, and we kissed for a 
long time, until I was getting pain in my knees.

I really like that part [kissing, not pain in my knees], 
both because, like I said, I'm a face man, and because 
it's the only thing that's gonna last for long.

But she wanted my black dick in her eventually, and she 
lay back on the bed and tugged me after herself.

I didn't want to, I knew what was going to happen. But 
she had both her hands around it, she was insistent. 
Perhaps I should have said something, but I was never 
able to talk about it. I could talk anyone' s head off 
normally, but at these moments I'm just struck dumb.

She was rubbing it up and down against her clit when it 
exploded like a bomb in a supermarket, violent and 
unwanted. The first spurt soaked her crotch, and then she 
held it up, so I shot it all over the two of us.

I rolled over onto my back, disgusted with myself, and 
waited for her scorn to rain down on me. That's what had 
always happened before.

But Jlona was a different kind.

"Wow! I think you really needed that!" she said, and she 
turned over and kissed me gently.

And then she stood, stood on the bed, stood over my face, 
and grinning down at me, she very slowly crouched down, 
until her crotch was where she wanted it, on my mouth.

I was completely grossed, there was some of my own come 
on it. But it was my only chance, I had to do it.

Soon my fluids were replaced by hers. I guess I must have 
swallowed mine. Anyway, it was ok. I had never done this 
before, and I liked it. I rolled her over, and she put 
her feet on my shoulders. I loved the way she threw 
herself around, barely under control. She came.

That was it. That was our first sex. We washed up, and we 
slept together.

I'd only spent a night with a woman once, and she got rid 
of me quick in the morning. Jlona loved me again in the 
morning.

I awoke with her hands caressing me. I didn't move for 
while. It was too nice.
She went down on me. I had never experienced that before, 
either. The sight of my black dick in her gorgeous face 
was too much for me, and I felt my jism rise.
I came hard, after only a few seconds.

"My God, Jimmy!" she said, "You are definitely very 
excitable!"

My dick turned soft, as it always does after I come. But 
this time I knew what to do. I knew I could lick her out 
again.

Her thighs were so smooth and white, and her pubes were 
red like her head hair. I realized she must be a real 
redhead.

It took a while to get her off. I was about to give up on 
it, when she started to tug at my hair and push her 
crotch against my mouth.

She reached for my dick after, and tried to get it going 
again. I really wanted to, but it wouldn't quite get 
hard.

She tousled my hair. "Next time, baby." She said, and 
went to clean herself up.


She really loved that car. So did I, which I should, 
considering what it cost. A 540i with everything.

With Jlona stretched out in the passenger seat, it was 
the most beautiful car in the world.

"We could drive to Budapest if you want." I told her.

She touched my face with the back of her hand and 
regarded me.

"I'm not in so much hurry to get home somehow today. 
Where were you going to go?"

"France"

"Ok. I like also to go to France."

Her smile was a blinding light, it dazzled me.

"You're with a girl? That's great, Jim!" my dad said on 
the phone. "Better get your ass out of Germany, son. 
That's no place for a Black man to be traveling with a 
white girl."

So we cruised.

The French border was only 200 miles, and we drove at a 
leisurely 100 mph. I didn't want to push the car when it 
was so new.

We stopped in a small town in the French Alps, and found 
a room in a little guesthouse. It was run by a plump old 
French woman who spoke no English, but knew what we 
needed. The French are good like that.

Once more, we ate, and we talked. I found her very 
exciting, I couldn't get enough of her. She had a way of 
stimulating my mind, introducing me to new thoughts and 
ideas. I had spent too much of my life in front of the 
computer.

We returned to our room. It was cold, and we undressed 
hurriedly and got under the big quilt together.

This was now the longest sexual relationship I'd ever 
had. 2 days.

We kissed and held each other, and she massaged my dick.

"Jimmy," she whispered to me, "You're too tense. You have 
to relax."

I didn't believe her at first. Me? Tense? Never. But 
slowly, she showed me it was true.

Under the big quilt in the cold dark room in the French 
Alps, Jlona slowly got me to let go and relax.

She stroked me, massaged me, loved me like no one ever 
had. And when she mounted me, I was able to hold out for 
longer than I ever had, maybe a minute.

You can all laugh, but a minute was a hell of a long time 
for me. A breakthrough.

She didn't come.

"It's ok." She whispered in my ear, and we curled up 
together and slept.

*

"Your birth certificate? What do you want that for? Are 
you planning to get married to that Hungarian girl?"

A month had passed. A month of happiness such as I never 
thought possible.

"Yes Dad. I am."

"Why don't you at least bring her home first, son? Isn't 
this a bit quick?"

"She can't get a U.S. visa, Dad. Either I marry her, or 
it's over. We love each other dad."

There was silence on the line for a moment.

"I didn't want to say this, son, but are you sure she's 
not a fortune hunter? You told me how you met her."

"She doesn't know I have money, dad. I told her that it's 
Bruce's car."

How could my father know? How could he know that at last 
I was a man?

Thanks to Jlona.

"Don't be a fool, son! Just getting to the States is 
enough for these people. Don't do it. I tell you, don't 
do it!"

How could he know that I could fuck her like she deserved 
now, that I could now control myself, holding back while 
she came twice or more?

"That's a decision I have to make, dad. Now will you send 
me that birth certificate, or do I have to have someone 
else do it for me?"

*

"I want to suck your big black dick!"

"I'm not going to stop you, sweetheart."

That face of hers never got boring, it stayed just as 
beautiful and sexy as we traveled through Europe.

My black penis in her pale mouth looked more and more 
exciting each time she did it to me. Her red hair and 
green eyes contrasting against my black and brown colors 
never failed to electrify me.

I loved to run my tongue up and down her perfect round 
white ass cheeks, before lifting her by the hips, and 
working my cock into her, and fucking her doggy style.

Not one day passed without us doing it at least once, 
except during her period. I was willing to do it even 
then.

I wanted to buy her things, everything. But I didn't want 
her to guess the truth about me. So I just got her a few 
new clothes from some market stalls. It was easy; Jlona 
looks amazing in nearly anything.

*

But we were refugees.

She was afraid to take me home. She finally admitted it. 
Her family knew she was traveling around with a young 
American. But she had been afraid to tell them about my 
color.

And we couldn't get to the states for at least 6 months 
after getting married. That's how long the procedure 
takes.

Jlona needs glasses to read. She had these round wire 
framed ones, and her eyes are even bigger through them. 
There was something completely appealing about watching 
her go down on me with them on. God, she could be half 
blind and I'd love her as much.

*

In the south of France, few seemed to mind a white girl 
with a Black man.
Jlona liked to flaunt our relationship in public. Nothing 
outrageous, just little things like walking around with 
my hand on her hip, or a little kissing on a park bench.

Generally, people wouldn't stare, but we knew that we 
were getting attention. People didn't mind, but that 
doesn't mean that they didn't find it titillating.
It didn't bother me, and Jlona thought it was funny.

We were in Marseille when one guy offered us $200 if we'd 
let him watch us together. I nearly punched his lights 
out.

But Jlona didn't think there would be any harm in it.

"We are going to have to start doing something soon. My 
father doesn't want to send me any more money, he is 
insisting I come home. How will we live? And soon you 
must send the car to your brother. And you cannot just 
keep putting everything on your credit card."

I should have told her then. But somehow, I was afraid. 
She might be mad at me for lying to her, she might not 
believe the truth that I loved her.

"Why don't we just go to Budapest? We could both work 
there, since we're married. It's the only place I'd be 
allowed to work in Europe."

She held me closer, and fondled my balls.

"I don't want to go there. Can't we just find some way to 
get by until we can travel to America?"

I didn't know what it was she wanted to hide. Me, I 
guess. But I loved her beyond words, and I would respect 
her wishes.

*

We went to the local red light district, and choose the 
most opulent looking club, and asked to see the manager.

He was a heavyset Frenchman in his sixties. His name was 
Marcel.

He couldn't get his eyes off Jlona. I didn't like it.

"Do you two have any experience at this sort of thing?"

"Well, not in front of an audience." I replied.

"All right. I'm willing to give you a try. I don't 
normally take new talent here, but I like you two."

He pointed at Jlona.

"Take your clothes off and lets have a look."

She was looking a bit shocked. I guess so was I.

"Look kids, if you can't even get naked in front of me, 
how will you fuck in front of a crowd?"

Slowly, blushing, my new wife striped off her clothes in 
the small office. She was so beautiful, she seemed to 
fill the space with her brilliance.

Marcel stood and walked around her, checking her out. I 
felt a strange mixture of pride, jealousy, and rage.

*

We were on, of course. The same night at ten o'clock.

"He didn't want to see you naked." Jlona observed.

"It's you they all pay to see, baby. I hope this is 
really ok with you."

"What else can we do?"

Well, several things. But this is somehow what we'd 
decided on. And in the office naked, Jlona's nipples had 
been sticking strait out.

*

I went out on stage naked. I was totally nervous, and 
between that and feeling the chill on my bare skin, my 
dick was so small, it could have been concave.

I waited for the cries of derision, but there was 
silence. There were lights on me, and it was dark below, 
so I couldn't see a thing past the stage.

I lay back on the cushions and waited for Jlona. I was 
afraid for a moment that she'd chickened out and 
abandoned me there, but she came out after a minute.

She was dressed as a princess, with high heels and a long 
satin dress, slit to the hips. Her big tits were pushed 
up in her blouse.

She was good, she did a whole act; she saw me [with my 
shriveled dick], and put her hands on her cheeks, wide 
eyed. She walked around me slowly.

Then she kneeled down, and ran her hands over my chest, 
down my legs, and back up to my balls. She brought her 
face to mine.

"Relax, forget they are there. There is only you and me," 
She whispered, and kissed me.

Pretty soon, she had me going, and I undressed her. I 
heard some appreciative comments from the crowd at that.

When she kneeled down in front of me, and started sucking 
my dick, and I was hard like a man should be, then I 
started to get into it. Yeah, I thought, you poor fucks, 
look what I got! Don't you all just wish Jlona would suck 
you, suckers! But she only sucks this black dick.

I laid her down and spread her open so they could all 
see, and I slid my piece on into her pink little snatch. 
Oh yeah, I got it!

She squealed out her orgasm soon after, and I kept 
pounding away.

I couldn't come. It was the weirdest thing; I was turned 
on, but something about the lights and the audience, I 
just couldn't come.

So I kept fucking her. We changed positions a few times, 
and I had no trouble keeping it up.

Finally, I thought I could, so I told Jlona, and she 
started to suck me. Marcel said we'd get a bonus if I 
shot it into her open mouth.

Well, I didn't. Not that first time. I did a couple of 
days later, though.

I later found out that most guys have trouble even 
getting it up on stage, never mind coming. My problem in 
the real world was a help here.

We got $150 dollars a night cash for two acts, with a 
couple of hours to rest in between. Plus bonuses if there 
was good business that night, or if the audience could 
see Jlona eat my come.

The thing was, were staying in a hotel and eating out, so 
we weren't saving anything. Plus, we had to buy our own 
outfits. That was fun, though. We got several really 
outrageously sexy outfits for Jlona; garters and 
fishnets, 6 inch heeled shoes, lacey bras. I didn't need 
much for myself.

*

We went up to $200 when I started to do her in the ass. I 
don't think we would have ever done something like that 
normally.

I had to grease my dick first, and we'd do it at the end 
of the last act.

"Baby, I want to fell your big black dick in my ess." 
Jlona would declare, for all to hear [I love her accent].

And I'd slowly feed it in there.

I was a bit grossed the first time, but soon I started to 
like it. Her ass is like a velvet vise.

We both shaved our genitals, since otherwise we'd get 
hair in our mouths all the time. It just doesn't look 
sexy to be fishing hairs out of your mouth during an act.

*

"I know it's tough, but I can't pay you more." Marcel 
told us. "You're getting the standard rate for a strait 
couple act. The only way you can get more money is to do 
threesomes."

"Threesomes? What do you mean?" asked Jlona.

"Well, I could put Didier in with you two. Then I could 
pay you an extra $50 a night."

"What do you think?" Jlona asked me, with excitement in 
her eyes. "With another $50, we could save enough to take 
another month driving around."

"I'm not too wild about it." I said.

"Don't worry, Jimmy. Didier never comes. He won't dirty 
your girl."

Jlona punched my shoulder. "Come on, Jimmy! Another $50! 
We could use that."

I wasn't at all sure it was the $50 she was so excited 
about, but I agreed. I couldn't refuse my girl anything, 
not even another man.

*

Didier does an act with two Thai girls. They fuck him and 
suck him, but he never comes, as Marcel says.

He's hung like a horse, and looks as strong as one too.

He started out on stage with Jlona while I waited behind. 
I didn't like seeing his big white dick in her hands. I 
liked it less in her mouth.

It was a stage act; she had to look as though she was 
enjoying it. But I knew her well, when her nipples are 
standing proud like that, she's not faking it.

I watched my wife spread her legs wide, so the large 
Frenchman could get his big dick in her.

I came out then; it was my cue. I knelt down and started 
kissing her while he fucked her. Was she faking that 
orgasm? She told me later that she was, but I know she 
lied, trying to spare my feelings. She came, holding me 
in her arms, but with his penis in her.

*

For the next week, we did the threesome act for our 
second show. It paid well, and Jlona liked doing it. She 
said it was a crowd pleaser.

*

"Listen," Marcel said to us one day at pay time, "I have 
a Japanese party booked over at the other club for 
Saturday. They really want to see a black guy with the 
oriental girls. Do you want to do it, Jimmy?"

"How much does it pay?" asked Jlona.

"Well, it's a special, and those Japs are paying through 
the nose. I could make it $200."

"But that's what we get for our regular act." I said.

"Yes, but I'll give $200 just for you, and Jlona can 
still do the act over here with Didier, and pick up 
another $150."

I didn't like the idea of Jlona and Didier doing it 
without me. I suppose that doesn't make much sense, but 
that's how I felt.

"It's just theater." Jlona was always saying. Perhaps she 
could be that way about it, but I couldn't quite manage. 
Theater, yes, but theater with full penetration.

They somehow persuaded me. I'm going to admit at this 
point that I did find those Thai girls cute. I had seen 
their act with Didier many times. They spoke nearly no 
English. I wish I could pronounce their names.

*

I didn't even see the Thai girls until Saturday night, 
just before we were to go on.

"Hi." I said, shaking their hands in turn, very business 
like. We had met many times before in the club.

"No kiss." One of them said. Touching her lips with her 
finger.

"Ok" I said.

One thing I'd noticed is that the pros don't often kiss 
on the lips. They have anal sex, and swallow semen, but 
they don't like to kiss. I thought it was one of the 
things that made my act with Jlona special.

*

I returned to "our" club about 2:00 AM.

"Hi, Jimmy." Said Marc at the door as I entered. I 
thought he sounded a little nervous. When I got inside, I 
knew why.

Jlona was still on stage. Didier was fucking her, like he 
was supposed to. But there was something more. Marcel was 
on stage too, without trousers, and Jlona was sucking his 
cock.

I was dumbstruck. Why? Because this was going too far. 
Marcel was the boss, what was he doing there? He was fat 
and old, he didn't belong on stage. The bastard had put 
himself in the act for his own gratification, to get it 
on with my woman while I was on a job.

I sat at the bar. The Russian bar girl, Natasha, came 
over.

"Hey, Jimmy! Were have you been? The second act canceled, 
so Jlona has been up there most of the night. She only 
gets a break for Georgia's act."

Georgia is a Hungarian lady boy. He/she does a really 
erotic dance act and strip tease, ending by exposing 
his/her hard dick. Jlona likes her a lot, someone from 
home she can gossip with in her own language.

"Marcel was really pissed off, there was only Jlona and 
Didier, and the crowd was starting to move out. So he 
went on himself. It's how he started in the business you 
know." Continued Natasha.

Jlona had stood, and now Didier stood behind her 
massaging her big firm tits while she spread her legs for 
Marcel. She was wearing those 6-inch heels [not to 
mention the garters and fishnets], and he was bonking her 
crotch with the tip of his hard dick.

She took it in her hands, and slipped it into herself.

She then reached behind her head, and grabbed Didier by 
the ears, and started frenching him. That really got to 
me.

"Have a beer, Jimmy. I think you need it." Said Natasha.

Marcel sat on the divan, and Jlona held his dick up and 
sat down over it, facing the audience. She moved her hips 
back and forth, and bent down to get her mouth to 
Didier's dick. Her big natural tits were swaying with her 
movements.

"Hey, Jimmy!" said Georgia, sidling up to me. "Isn't 
Jlona hot tonight?" she put an arm around me and gave my 
cheek a kiss. "I'm so proud of her, what a trouper!"

Georgia didn't remove her arm, and I let it slide. I know 
she has the hots for me, and there was no harm in it.

The crowd did seem to like the show. We had a lot of 
regulars, and they must have been getting bored with the 
same old thing every night.

Jlona turned, dropping Didier's dick, and put her leg 
over Marcel, so she was facing him. She took Marcel's 
head in her hands, tilted his chin up, and stuck her 
tongue down his ugly throat. Then she held his balding 
head between her breasts, and bucked her hips back and 
forth. Marcel bucked upwards with his hips, and we could 
all see his balls pulsing, and his come leak out a little 
between his cock and my wife's vagina.

There was a smattering of applause.

Georgia took my hand comfortingly, and held me closer.

"Wow, Marcel couldn't hold it! I can't wait to give him 
shit for that!"

Jlona stood to allow Marcel to exit, and then laid 
herself back on the divan luxuriously.

She lifted one leg strait up into the air and smiled at 
the audience.

She held her ankle in her hand as Didier moved in once 
more.

I noticed that Georgia was taking advantage of me. She 
was toying with my fingers and pushing a silicone tit 
against my arm. I couldn't be bothered to remove her just 
then, as Didier and Jlona were kissing like crazy.

Now I suppose you would think I'd be more concerned about 
his dick in her shaved pink pussy, but it wasn't so. We 
had agreed he was going to fuck her, that was ok. It was 
somehow that kissing that got me most upset.

Marcel came up to us.

"Hey, Jimmy! How did your show go? It's been crazy over 
here, my second act didn't show up."

"I told him, Marcel. So, we saw you couldn't hold it." 
Said Georgia.

"What do you mean, I can hold it forever. I wanted to 
make the crowd happy, you heard how they gave applause?

Listen, I have a good idea. You two go on after Didier 
and Jlona."

Georgia gave my shoulder a squeeze. "Oh! That's a very 
good idea! I will give Jimmy the most fantastic blow 
job."

"I've got a better idea, Marcel. You go on with Georgia, 
I'm going home. And I'm taking Jlona with me."

I looked up at the stage. Jlona was on her knees in front 
of Didier, who was standing. Her hands were around his 
cock, and she was pointing it at her open mouth. Didier 
was shooting shot after shot of come into it.

"I thought you said he never comes!" I said to Marcel.

"Well, not normally, but you weren't here, so I asked him 
to do it this time." Said Marcel.

Jlona was bowing and blowing kisses to the audience, who 
were whistling and applauding her. I met her back stage.

"Jimmy! Did you se the show? Was it hot, or what?" she 
was glowing. I was livid.
"Yes I saw! I saw you enjoy having two men come in you. 
Why, Jlona, Why?"

The happy glow began to fade. "You weren't here. The 
people expect to see a man shoot his load, Jimmy."

"Well I don't. Not with you, anyway. You're my wife, 
Jlona. I'm sorry, but when it comes to letting other guys 
go that far with you."

"Come on Jimmy. We only got married for the paper, so I 
could come and see America with you."

"Is that how you feel?"

She stared at me. "That's what I thought. I'm not sure 
how I feel."

As we left, I was mighty surprised to see Marcel on stage 
with Georgia. She was doing her best, sucking him like 
crazy, but he was soft as butter in the sun.

*

We loaded up the car, and headed for Austria.

We talked. Talked and talked.

"It wasn't those men I was excited about, Jimmy. It was 
being on the stage, having all those people watching."

"But I saw the way you were with Didier. You knew he was 
coming."

"Sure. I did. He told me before hand. Marcel had asked us 
if we would do it that way before we went on."

"And you agreed."

"What's the big deal, Jimmy? I must have fucked Didier 
for a total of 3 or 4 hours in the last week. You know I 
come on stage. I must have come from Didier five or six 
times, and he only came once."

*

"Other people don't kiss in their acts. You were all over 
both Didier and Marcel"

"Well, I don't know what other people do. But in our act, 
we always kissed. And I was kissing Didier plenty when we 
did threesomes. Then you didn't complain. Even TV actors 
kiss."

"And you made Marcel come in you."

"I didn't expect that. He told me he was a professional."

"But you liked it."

"Not really."

"But you liked it a little."

"Ok, Jimmy, sure I liked it a little. I like it. I like 
it better with you, though. But sure, I like to feel a 
man come."

We parked at the bottom of an alpine trail that leads up 
to a glacier. We set off on the three-day walk to the 
summit.

"And what about those Thai girls? You enjoyed that, I 
bet."

"It was just a job."

"Bullshit!"

"Ok, I enjoyed it a little."

"Did you kiss with them?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"They asked me not to."

"Aha. But you enjoyed it anyway."

"Give me a break. Two lovers at once, who wouldn't enjoy 
that?"

The air was clear, and the sun was bright up there, so 
different to the sleazy nightlife we had been living.

"But you wanted me to go with those girls. You wanted to 
do the act alone with Didier."

"That's just not true, Jimmy. But I saw you would like 
it, and I wanted us to get the money, so we could be 
together and travel some more."

"Come on, Jlona. Didier has a big dick that never stops. 
He's built like a truck. I know you like him."

"Well sure I like him, Jimmy! Do you think I'm a whore 
that I'll do it with someone I don't even like? Didier 
can fuck like a machine, sure, it's fun. But come on, 
Jimmy, he's got a brain like a pea."

*

There were rest cottages in the mountains where walkers 
can eat, drink, and spend the night. Dormitories! There 
were other people staying, so we couldn't make love, even 
had we been in the mood.

On the second night on the way down, though, we had the 
room to ourselves.
We shared a bed, but we didn't fuck. We hadn't since our 
last night on stage together. There was an invisible 
barrier between us.

I no longer needed her as I had. My sexual confidence was 
now perfect; my problem was a distant memory. During the 
month of doing it every evening twice on stage, I had 
become able to control myself to perfection. I could put 
it off for as long as I wanted, then come within a minute 
of deciding to do so.

But I loved her. I have never met someone so open and 
honest, so generous and good hearted.

I've written this story mostly around the sex, because 
it's the most fun. But emotionally there was more than 
sex, much more, between us. It's the little things; 
thousands of small courtesies and kindnesses adding 
together. An intimate communication that slowly grows 
between two lovers.

"I love you Jlona." I told her.

"That's good." She replied, hugging me.

By the time we got back to the car, I think it had been 
ten days without sex. But we had talked, talked about 
everything.

We were physically exhausted, but morally replenished. 
The smut that had insidiously filled us had been left 
behind on the mountain.

*

"Somehow all that fucking ruined our sex life. We used to 
do it from sheer joy, but then it became a job." I 
observed.

"Yes. I suppose that is true. But it was a fun job."

And we drove.

"But why did you agree to do a threesome with Didier and 
Marcel? You must have liked the idea."

"I knew the crowd would really like it."

"But did you like it?"

"Ok, I thought it might be fun. You were off with two 
cute little Thai girls. Marcel said we should try 
something different. Maybe I had had one drink too many. 
You know how Natasha loves to slip me those vodkas in 
between shows."

"But how could you want to get it on with Marcel?"

"Well, you have to admit the idea is pretty kinky, Jimmy. 
The crowd thought it was just great, something about a 
young girl and an older man seems to press people 
buttons. Like a white girl and a black man, Jimmy. And 
Marcel has a certain something."

I'd seen his something dribbling back out of her.

"And you, Jimmy. Did you come with those Thai girls?"

"Yes."

"Ha! I bet they didn't like that. You know Didier never 
comes."

"Well, yeah. They didn't show it on stage, but they were 
a little short with me afterwards. But they know that in 
our act I always come."

"Be honest now, Jimmy. You were attracted to those 
girls."

"Okay, I have to admit they are pretty cute. Something 
about those slanty eyes and black hair. And then one of 
them got below me, and one on top. They locked their arms 
and legs together, and were kind of squishing me around 
in between them. I have to admit, it didn't feel 
completely bad."

"So. You are also not completely innocent."

*

We drove into Budapest. Jlona directed me to her father's 
place.

We arrived at a big steel gate. A man came out to the 
car. When he saw Jlona, His face broke into a huge smile.

"Jlona!" he exclaimed, followed by something in 
Hungarian.

He opened the gate, and we drove in.

"This is my house." Said Jlona, as a huge manor came into 
view.

"I thought you said your dad was a builder."

"Yes. He has built many of the new buildings in 
Budapest."

*

Jlona's dad clearly didn't approve of me. It's what you 
expect as a black man when you meet your white 
girlfriend's parents.

Still, Jlona had underestimated him. I could see that he 
was shocked at first, to find that his daughter had been 
living with a black man for the last several months. But 
he quickly overcame his conditioning, and saw me merely 
as a man. 

That doesn't mean that he approved of me, though.

*

"So you want to keep my daughter. How will you do that? 
You see what life she really lives here. Why should she 
go with you to America?"

Jlona is an only child. I understood his position.

"Jlona told you I was working at a dot com company before 
I came to Europe."

"How much did you earn there?"

These people can be blunt.

"Well, not much. Until I sold my twenty five percent of 
the company.

Then I got ten million dollars."

"What happened to the money, Jimmy?" asked Jlona.

"Not a hell of a lot. It's accrued some interest by now. 
I didn't spend any, except for the car."

"You told me it was your brother's car."

"Sorry."

*

"Do you still want to come with me to America, Jlona?"

"My father needs me here. He needs someone he can trust 
to help him run the business. My future is here, Jimmy."

"So it's over between us? Tell me what you feel, Jlona."

"You could stay here with us."

There was silence for a minute. Then she said; "I love 
you Jimmy. Stay with us here in Budapest."

*

The sex was back, better than it had ever been. I was 
working out again, and I felt good with myself.

But I felt the best with Jlona below me, my dark dick 
forcing an orgasm from her pale body, love shining at me 
from those green eyes again, her hands gripping on my 
forearms, her feet on my ass.

*

"I'll stay here with you. Jlona. But you have to promise 
me something."

"Jimmy, if you can fuck me like that, I'll promise you 
anything."

"I'm serious. You have to stay honest with me, Jlona. 
Like we've been for the last few weeks. If you feel those 
needs again, I want to know. I want you to stay true to 
me, but if you feel the need. I want to know."

"What needs, Jimmy? Say what you mean."

"The need for variety. other men. The stage. Whatever."

She went down on me, and didn't speak until I was hard 
again.

"The only thing I need is you." She said, as she lay 
back, waiting.

"You have me, Jlona. Now promise me. I whacked her pussy 
with my dick.

"Don't tease me, Jimmy!"

I whacked it again.

"You like it with other guys, you like to have an 
audience."

"No, I don't want other men. It's past, Jimmy! Stop 
teasing me now."

I pushed my dick a short way in, then pulled it out 
again.

"Promise me you'll tell me the day that changes, Jlona."

"Never, Jimmy, it will never change. I love you, Jimmy."

I pushed at her entrance with the tip of my dick, but 
didn't put it in.

"Promise me."

"I promise, Jimmy, I promise."

I slid into her, and she enveloped me with her body once 
more, and enveloped me with her love.

But I can't forget her excitement, her glow, after being 
with two other men on stage. Or my own secret, perverse, 
excitement at the sight.

Ace 2001

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