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Authors name: Sweet Irish (address withheld by request)
Story title : Exotic Dancer - Professional Lady - 3
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Exotic Dancer - Professional Lady - 3 (FFM, prost, exh,
ws)
by Sweet Irish (address withheld by request)
***
My second husband Ed allowed me to fulfill my long held
fantasy to work in a Nevada brothel. So the story
continues. This story is true and will assuredly one
day become a full detailed history of my "clients" as I
have a complete written record of each. Even better --
I have some on tape so I'll be able to detail them
word-by-word.
***
Not even an eye blink crossed Ed's face when I asked
him to let me fulfill a dream. We had spoken of our
wildest ideas so I believed Ed wasn't shocked when I
spoke to him about my wish to become involved in the
"World's Oldest Profession".
Then again I knew Ed was trained in not showing
emotions when interviewing or questioning someone. His
intelligence assignments in the military were highly
controlled and he was knowledgeable in reading people
very coldly and without expression. However, I had
never spoken to Ed about this particular fantasy - I
had always been afraid he would leave me.
For the next hour we talked about my going to the
ranch. I explained that I'd already called and spoken
with the manager about working at the ranch. Not
letting me know his thoughts I wondered if I had ruined
our relationship. But then he smiled at me Ed stated,
"You're really serious about this aren't you, Pretty
Lady?" Then we put the Ranch on the back burner while
we got acquainted with a couple of black buffed out
military men.
For the next couple of hours we laughed and spoke with
Tim and Martin. While dancing with each of them I would
rub against their pubic area and I could feel them
become erect. Finally it was agreed the four of us
would go to a restaurant and have a light meal and
finish our comments about my swinging with my first
black.
Over our meal we all became great friends and in fact
we got together with Tim several times. Once Ed even
videotaped me with Tim and the film is really erotic to
say the least. Once inside Tim's apartment we joked and
talked for while and as Tim was mixing drinks Martin
requested I undress so he could see what I looked like
up close and as he said, "Bare ass naked."
Evidently Martin liked what he viewed and before 30
seconds passed he was on the floor and eating me.
Looking down I saw his cock and it was really - really
thick. Not over 5 1/2 inches but that cock was so thick
I could not get my mouth over it when I went down on it
almost as soon as I saw it poking from his body.
How I took it up me I don't know but it finally went
into me and for at least 20 minutes Martin rode me and
when he went off I about passed out from my first time
with a black man. Almost immediately Ed was between my
thighs and into my body. Ed loves to fuck me after
someone else has shot his come up into me.
Then Ed moved from me and Tim took me. He was longer
than Ed by about an inch but no larger around. Tim took
me twice and when we left about an hour later he took
me in the back seat of our car while Ed watched us.
That night was truly worth remembering.
On the drive home we spoke of my going to the Ranch.
While I didn't consider how bold I had been in calling
the Ranch, Ed found this somewhat exciting and
especially because I had done so on my own.
For the next week Ed and I discussed my going to the
Ranch. I finally asked Ed if he wanted me to go or
would this create major problems in our marriage. "I
understand how you enjoy our swinging together but can
you accept me if I become a prostitute Ed?"
Finally on Friday evening at the club Ed joked about my
charging whomever we would swing with tonight and said,
"OK. Call them tomorrow and see what they tell you and
you can use the speakerphone and I can listen in
without their knowing I'm a party to the conversation.
Just remember you are my wife and this is not to be a
long term thing."
That I was nervous would be an understatement. However,
once I spoke with the manager at the Chicken Ranch I
was hooked. God, what a term to use as I write this
about becoming a prostitute - hooked - but I faced the
reality of my request. I made all the arrangements and
when Ed drove me to the airport I wasn't sure what to
expect and was I doing the proper thing. What about Ed?
Swinging and my having sex with strangers for
recreational purposes only was, in my opinion, 180
degrees different. As I kissed Ed goodbye I asked him,
"Your sure its OK for me to fulfill my dream?"
With his normal demeanor, Ed replied, "Fuck their socks
off Pretty Lady. I DID! Over 1,200 of them.
A few were women during my approximate nine months of
being at the Chicken Ranch. So now I have my notes of
each "customer" I entertained or was entertained by.
Some were great fucks. Some weren't. Some were just
everyday guys who were married or single. Some were
young, even just beginning teenagers with little or no
pubic hair. Some were professional people and included
movie stars and professional athletics. Others were ASS
HOLES. And no matter what you tried to do you one of
these every few weeks.
God, we working girls hated when some foreign guy
showed up who never washed under his foreskin. They
should go back to the desert. These desert rats were
really bad and their breath was TERRIBLE!
I loved the Spanish boys as they were always hard and
had greet cocks to pleasure me. GI's were another group
that were terrific lovers and met the Ranch adage,
"Rode Hard and Put Up Wet." Especially I enjoyed those
hard-bodied Marines. YES! So now to tell what happened
after arriving at the airport in Las Vegas and my
experiences at the Chicken Ranch.
I refer to the trip as, "The Adventure Begins." Leaving
Ed at the airport was a strange mix of poignancy and
grief. The flight was long and rough.
Arriving at the Las Vegas airport I called the Ranch.
They were unable to pick me up at the airport as the
large computer convention was in town and they were
busy and no limos available as they were busy taking
customers back and forth from Las Vegas to the Ranch.
Because of the convention no rooms were available so I
ended up sleeping in the ladies lounge at the airport.
Slept fairly well for almost eight hours and when I
awoke I rinsed and dried my G-string and then had some
great hot coffee and breakfast. Around 9:00 o'clock I
called the Ranch and they arranged for the limo to pick
me up.
The manager interviewed me and said I should work out
fine. He asked me to raise my skirt so he could view my
legs. Hell if he wanted a look I'd give him one. I
pulled it completely up over my hips. Later on one of
the other "girls" told me he did that to look for
needle tracks and bruises, as well as to see what he
was hiring. I remember him telling me something like,
"Nice, you'll be a hit."
Then I was taken to Las Vegas for a medical check up,
sheriffs department to be checked out and to acquire an
ID card to work in the brothel. It took a couple of
days before my medical test showed I wasn't with HIV,
AIDS or any other STD's.
Then it was Friday, 2:09 AM in the morning when my
first customer picked me from the line-up.
INITIATION!!!!! Jack, an Oriental, who was originally
from Texas but had moved to L.A. and was with the
convention group. After agreeing to $150.00, less a
cost to me of $8.00 for a service charge for using a
credit card, I treated Jack to a 1/2 and 1/2.
Jack was somewhere around 25 to 30 years old and his
first time to the Ranch. He heard about the Ranch by
what we girls called WOM, word of mouth. During our
small talk Jack told me that he wasn't married and
didn't have a steady girlfriend. He was very quiet,
very tense - sweet natured and enjoyed himself
silently. Jack didn't know he was my first in a brothel
and he was done I walked him back into the parlor and
signed him out at 2:43 AM. How did I like my first
"client" as a prostitute? Not only was he my first but
also my first Oriental to ever have sex with. I wrote
on my note card, "I liked him..."
Then at 3:05AM I was picked from the line-up by Jeff
who told me he was 31, married to a "nice redhead", had
one baby and was from Minnesota. He had drank enough to
have the courage to visit the Ranch but his speech
wasn't slurred nor was he drunk. We agreed to a 1/2 and
1/2 for $150.00 but I had to give $30.00 for the taxi.
But Jeff gave me a $35.00 tip so I got that back and
you can best believe I didn't report it to the house.
My notes I wrote about Jeff states, "Enthusiastic fuck
though he had trouble staying hard enough - terrific
guy - adored me, would come weekly if he lived out here
(Nevada), he said." I signed Jeff out around 4:00 AM.
Then I took a short nap. They woke me at 5:48 AM for a
line-up of 5 girls and only two of us were really
"with-it".
A Frenchman, Jacques, who was married to a doctor,
picked me and he had an incredible soft-spoken accent.
He was also from the computer convention. Jacques was
trim, well fed, had casual polish in his manner and was
likely around 31 or 32 years old and resided in Africa
(I won't name the country as he could possibly be
recognized). He went right away for VIP 1 Room at
$300.00, less I had to pay $60.00 for the taxi. Again I
got a tip of $100.00 and didn't tell the house. Jacques
loved the bubble bath and he was gentle, seductive -
great mouth and fingers. He got off on MY pleasure and
we shared a mutual massage while in the tub full of
bubbles. He wanted a 69 with me on top. Then I did a
"controlled" fuck with him on top. He helped me play
with my clit ass he fucked me with my legs on his
shoulders and the completed fucking me. Gentle after-
play by me and soft talk in another bubble bath. Then
we dried each other off and made soft talk as we
dressed. At this point is when Jacques gave me the $100
tip. I got him a hot coffee and we hugged and told each
other goodbye.
I'm not sure how many of the "customers" were as nice
as my first three but most were and I loved the sex. Ed
had said if I was going to be in a brothel I should
think I was swinging and enjoy the sex. I did - I mean
- I did!
I will do one more chapter and if the notes seen short,
you need to realize they are as I wrote them after each
man or woman I was with. Perhaps I will play one of the
taps and have a separate chapter on that and write word
by word or groan or passion I uttered, as well as the
customers.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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