Spoilt for choice at Marilyns
written by:
Socrates

Spoilt for choice at Marilyn's

I became a regular at Marilyn's health parlour. It helped to solve my frustration with the lack of sex at home without my having to have an affair. I would phone up as Jack and ask who's on today. The answer would come back as something like:

‘Rosie, Ruby and Ashley'.

‘Ruby is a slim lady, not an ounce of fat on her' (this usually means small tits).

‘Ashley's a buxom girl. 23 years old 36DD, 28, 34. Just loves sex.'

‘Rosie is 36, 38 DD, and fantastically popular. Just oozes sex appeal. The clients love her ......Can I book you in Jack?'

How many times has it been now and how many different ladies? Dozens of them, all older than Linda: she was my first, a staggeringly pretty blonde lady, a joy to marvel at and lust after but far too young for me. She made me feel like a pervert screwing my granddaughter.

But Rosie is older, friendlier and less embarrassed than the youngsters. She is popular with the more ‘mature' gentlemen like me. Maybe that's because she is more grateful for the work, and has to try harder to get return bookings. She has lovely large breasts along with a motherly manner and a patience I marvel at.

Nothing is too much for her. Slow in getting it up? ‘No problem, that's what I'm, here for', she says. 20 more sloppy sucks and tugs and I'm invariably hard enough.

‘Having trouble keeping it up'? ‘Try these tits for size'. ‘Or catch a look at the pinkness between these swollen pussy lips'.

Her roving hands are a dream. I close my eyes while I hold on to her buttocks and kiss her gigantic breasts, treasuring the feelings they create in me. When she gives me a hand job to finish me off she lets me finger-fuck her pussy at the same time. I'm in heaven, helped enormously by the finger she pushes up my ass as she fondles my prostate. This always makes me cum more quickly and more intensely.

I love this place. It's an anonymous nondescript establishment in a row of shops, between a Kentucky Fried Chicken and a launderette. There is no sign outside showing what it really is. An open door leads to a small corridor, an entrance buzzer, a speaker grill and a CCTV monitoring camera. When you buzz, there is a short delay, while they scan you for potential trouble, then the electronic lock is released.

‘Hello Jack', the hostess says. ‘Do you have a booking? I'm a regular. They all know me now.

‘Would you like to take a seat in the waiting room'? ‘Can I get you anything to drink'? ‘Ruby is busy but we have Rosie and Ashley available'. ‘Rosie? Fine, I can take you straight up'.

This older comfortably dressed lady (an ex tart herself) leads the way up to the rooms and shows me to the one furthest from the top of the stairs. It's their best room. I've been in them all, right back to the days when they had five girls on at a time and the rooms were all small and pokey and the showers and toilets were awkwardly at one end of the corridor (and no en suites). But now there are just three rooms, all a good size and all well equipped, including with showers.

‘Can I take a £10 introduction fee from you...', she begins, but the note is already in her hand before she completes the sentence. I know the ropes, not like the confusing time with Linda on my first visit three years earlier, when I had to ask what was allowed.

‘Do you need to shower, Jack?

‘Ok, I'll tell Rosie to give you a few minutes.'

‘Are you sure I can't get you anything to drink?'

Jack the lad, I've become. I just love the variety of tits, butts and overall body shapes of the women who work here. I especially like the way they make an effort to look sexy but are hardly ever vulgar in their choice of lingerie.

I've grown to respect the kind of women who do this job for a living. They serve a very useful service but I know they hate being described like that - as providers of a service. They like to pretend, as some of us punters do, that money isn't changing hands. That it's real for 30 minutes: a meeting of needy bodies, sex as it should be, always successful and with the client always cumming to completion. The ladies are proud of their skill in making this happen. And they really are ladies. Slags don't get repeat bookings and don't stay in this business long. There is an unspoken morality in it: it fulfils a real human need - serious but enjoyable fun - never disgusting or anything to be ashamed of. You have to be able to pretend that you have a relationship for the time it takes the lady to seduce you and make you cum.

Some girls don't last long for a sad reason. A young woman I went with once failed miserably when my hand job was coming to a climax. I was desperate to cum and very close to cumming. Please can I spurt all over your tits, I moaned. No, she said, and I realised that she was ashamed of what she did. There was no professional pride in her skills, in fact precious little skill of any kind. I had to do most of the work to achieve my climax. I never saw her again. She was never even offered to me as one of the choices. I guess others had the same experience with her and she quickly moved on to stacking shelves at Wal-Mart.

The ladies have to have thick skins to cope with even the first test they face in a parlour. They are often paraded one at a time in the lounge to new customers or to customers looking for a new face. They try to look as if they enjoy this by saying hi and grinning inanely and sometimes fluttering their eyelashes. But the humiliation must be awful when they are not chosen.

You then say the name of one of them to the maid who escorts you to a room. You shower and explore the room with its higher than average sized beds. There are clean towels, air-con, soft music, and occasionally a porn video to get you in the mood. This video is supposed to help to raise your pecker or harden it more. It never does mine any good. I need more than this, real not virtual flesh.

So this week I choose Rosie. When she has given me enough time to strip off, shower and dry myself she knocks and lets herself into my room. She is dressed in a see-through lacy top that strains against a magnificent bosom, along with matching flimsy white satin knickers that hint at a smooth, hairless mons underneath. The whole effect is topped off with elasticated nylon stockings, which flatter her legs, and a pair of high heels she never removes.

‘You look gorgeous babe', I say as I rapidly move over to greet her, lean my chest against hers and pull her buttocks against my rapidly swelling cock.

‘Thank you Jack! Gosh you feel ready for action', she says as she feels my bump pressing against her. ‘Can I give you a sexy massage to make you even more ready for me?'

‘You bet, babe', I say as I lay face down on the bed and spread my legs slightly apart.

She massages my shoulder muscles and gradually works her way down my back, kneading my spine and teasing me by pressing her nipples against my buttocks.

‘Lots of tension here, babe', she says, as she feels the muscles of my spine.

I writhe and moan and wait impatiently for her fingers to reach between my legs and stretch through first to my balls and then to my dick. That's where the bulk of my need is. That's where I scream out for relief.

I feel her measure my shaft as she strokes along its length. ‘This is the focus of your problem, Jack. This is what needs the most work. Do you want it with or without, babe?'

‘With please babe' I respond, knowing that she is asking me to confirm that I want my cock encased in a condom to give both of us peace of mind when she sucks me. Seconds later my prick is sheathed in latex and deep in her mouth. There is nothing like a real pro when it comes to a blow job. Lots of my girl friends have given them to me but this lady is so much more skilled I gasp at the effect she has upon my dick. I can't stop myself jerking up and into her mouth. It's like having a vacuum pump trying to drain me.

Her hands are busy tickling my ball sac, scratching me, fondling my testicles, enraging my lust. I reach forward and squeeze her large, fleshy pink bosoms and she moans. This pleases me so much that I squeeze them more vigorously and make her moan even more.

I take myself out of her mouth because I'm not ready to cum yet despite being so firm and hard. The Viagra is doing its job. I've given it sufficient time before I came to the parlour this time. Proudly I hold my dick and jerk it a little. It feels good.

‘Stop it you self-satisfied wanker', Rosie chastises me. ‘Do you want to put it in me or am I surplus to this self devotion?'

‘You are never surplus love', I throw back. ‘This is just the warm-up for the earth-shattering rogering I'm going to give you in a few seconds time as soon as you are ready to take me inside you.

‘OK Hon, so tell me, how do you want me this time? How do you want to fuck me today?'

I ponder this and say, ‘face down babe with a cushion under your tummy so that I can ogle that precious butt as I drive deep into you'.

It's my favourite position! I can kneel and straddle her legs and hold on to her fleshy buttocks as I watch my prick going in and out of her splendid pussy. The thought of penetrating it excites me and the unattainable idea of impregnating her always thrills me. Would that this were possible instead of having to settle instead for spunking into my rubber sheath.

I drive faster into her, holding the sides of her butt and pulling her buttocks back on to me. I lean forward to kiss her neck resting some of my weight on her back. She turns her head towards me and I kiss her lips. Then I concentrate more upon penetrating her deeper, over and over again, bouncing on her butt, trying to reach a climax before my energy runs out. As I begin to tire she senses it and takes over from me, pushing back, pulling away, and then pushing back again. I feel her muscles clenching on my cock then relaxing - squeezing then releasing - squeezing and releasing - a massive turn on! She makes me feel like a skilled cocksman the way she moves her butt just enough to keep me excited and hard. Gradually, however, we slow down and then stop. I pull out of her and roll over on to my back alongside her.

‘What's up babe? Running out of puff? Do you need me to finish you off - to bring you to completion? That's what you pay me for' she said.

‘Oh yes please Babe!' and could you use your magic finger to help you.'

‘No problem, darling. My pleasure!'

She tears the condom off me, pours oil on to my dick and begins to stroke me with one hand while pushing the middle finger of her other hand into my back passage. I resist and squirm as she seeks to find my prostate and when she does find it I scream and buck and yell as I feel my cum begin to roar through my tubes. ‘Holy Shit', I howl, as my whole body catches fire and a creamy liquid squirts out of my cock on to her hands, her tits, my belly and the parlour's towel sheets.

‘You badly needed that babe', she says afterwards. ‘How long has it been?'

‘Too long, babe, but come here I haven't finished with you yet'. ‘Lie on your back and spread your legs for me'.

I lay down alongside her and rest my hand between her legs, gently fondling her pussy lips and, whilst pushing my middle finger into her, I tongue her clitoris, her touch paper, her magic fuse. It's her turn to squirm from side to side, her turn to moan and yell out.

‘That's it babe, more of that, don't stop, do it a little bit harder, she shrieks'

I ram two fingers into her, over and over. The fingers go in deep and easy she is so wet. She bucks against me. The fingers come out all wet. I find her clit with them and circle it gently, christening it with her juices and then rubbing it in. I Look for her reaction and act on it by moving to the spot that brings her the most pleasure. This bit is all for her, to make her cum, and satisfy her needs.

‘Don't stop!'

‘That's it!'

‘Just there!'

‘Just like that!'

‘Don't ever stop!'

‘Jesus Baby that is soooo good!'

Then .........after a while: ‘Enough Babe! Don't make me too sore this early in the day though I'm grateful to you for that. Most punters are too wrapped up in themselves to even try to give anything back to me. That's what I love about you, Jack. You are not one of the selfish bastards and I appreciate it. You are my favourite client. Please don't stop coming to me.'

And later, after showering thoroughly once more, I leave with a warm glow in my heart, less tension in my groin, and a feeling of an enjoyable job well done.

A week later I had a couple of hours to spare so I popped in to Marilyn's and found that Sasha was the only girl free. The other one had an imminent booking, their minder told me. No problem, I said, especially when I noticed Sasha's bosoms. The room was a bit seedy but the shower was good. The TV near the bed was showing a hard porn DVD. Might be useful, I thought, to help me get it up hard enough. I had taken a Cialis table a couple of hours earlier but wasn't sure it was working yet. The date on the packet made me worry about sell-by dates and so on, and whether the active ingredient lost its potency after a while. They were old tablets.

Sasha was chewing gum for Christ's sake when she came in. But those boobs were to die for so without complaint I lay down for her on my front and she massaged me, quickly moving to between my legs and my ball sac. This made me groan and open my legs. I gripped a pillow tightly and lifted my body off the bed to give her more access.

Soon I was screaming inside with lust, and turned over so that I could touch her as well as watch her as she touched me. She condommed my slowly-growing cock and sucked it with an expertise I rarely experienced. I couldn't help myself pushing into her mouth. In my younger days this level of stimulation would have made me cum very quickly, the suction was so effective, the hand stroking so practised. Her bare breasts were close to my mouth now and I nuzzled into them with my mouth and grasped them hard with the hand I wasn't using to caress her back and butt. I fucked her mouth, over and over and faster and deeper, wanting to cum but unable to. The condom stopped me.

She sensed my problem and turning over onto her front told me to take the condom off and use her bum crack to get myself off. It was exciting dry humping her bum and I loved it but I was shrinking and couldn't get purchase enough to cum. I crept back under her and she put another condom onto my prick and sucked me hard again. I begged to come inside her for a few minutes and she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs to me and I pushed into her.

The guy on the DVD was fucking his whore and I could see how hard and long his cock was. It's unfair I said to Sasha. I used to be that hard and big when I was younger. It's no good any more like this. I can't keep it hard enough for long enough.

Please can you make me cum with some oil and your hands? My pleasure, she said, and poured cold oil onto me and wanked me while I fondled her titties. When I spurted on her hands and her breasts I roared out aloud. Sasha cleaned me up with wet wipes and I showered once more then came out and dried myself and hugged her once more. She'd dressed again and I complimented her, telling her that those bosoms were the best I had seen in years and she should be proud of them. So you are a boob man, she asked. You bet, I answered. There are lots of us about, and to prove it I pulled her top down to expose them once more and squeeze and kiss each in turn.

The next week I was offered my first ever black girl, of African Caribbean heritage but it coincided with being sold a duff packet of fake Viagra from India and I just couldn't get it up no matter how hard she stimulated me.

‘Is it my fault' the poor girl said and she sounded guilty as if she was a failure - obviously very new to the role of hooker. And I felt for her. But I felt sorrier for myself. Having paid for the most beautiful black pussy I could not fuck it. I just had to settle for her giving me a hand job. She did this very well and it gave me some relief but I still regret to this day not getting inside that pussy.

I made up for it the week after with a Scottish girl who loved playing a slutty secretary. I remember her long red hair flowing almost down to her waist as she came towards me across the room. Her short blue skirt barely covering her panties and emphasised her long tanned legs and the majestic swing of her hips. She wore high heels and the sexiest black stockings I had ever seen.

I turned my chair towards her and as she came closer grabbed her round the legs at knee level and nuzzled against her bosom. The skirt was loose and inviting and I moved both arms up under it until my hands gripped her bare buttocks so that I could pull her against me. Then I put one hand between her legs and up to her small panties, smooth satiny and very damp. I rubbed a thumb on her mons and pushed it against her. She bent slightly at the knees, obviously welcoming the pressure against her sex. Whilst pulling her panties down I kissed her breasts through her blouse and she squirmed and moaned loudly. The panties, miniscule, silky, white ones fell to the ground and she stepped out of them leaving me free to push a finger into her, then two, gently at first. Then as the wetness enveloped me....., roughly and deeply. Her breathing rate increased and she gasped, I need you Jack, I need you to fuck me.

I pulled out of her and moved up to her blouse undoing the buttons to find a lovely pink bra barely covering a perky taut pair of suckable boobs. I left the bra it was such a pretty turn on, smooching her through it. Then I moved back down to beneath the skirt. My cock was almost vertical by now. I reached up with it until it touched her nether lips and stroked it back and forth along her pussy. Her moaning increased. She pulled me against her and eased me into her, my cock this time not my fingers

Fuck me hard stud' ‘Give it to me' ‘Let me cum over your fucking cock' ‘You like that fucking pussy'?, I said. ‘Oh yea, fuck me hard'

‘Lean forward and spread that ass babe', I growled.

She bent further over the desk, her tits bouncing higher and higher. I leaned over to touch her pussy, and drove in even faster, sweat pouring out of me. She seemed insatiable. Could I last?

‘O my god', she screamed ‘O my god yes, let me fucking cum', I answered.

I pushed her tits flat on the table, pulled her hips closer to me, and drove deeper again.

‘Ram that cock deep inside me', she moaned. ‘Show me what you are fucking good at'. ‘Jeese that cock feels good in me'.

She squeezed her cunt muscles on my cock, then released on me, over and over and over again, dragging the cum out of me.

Doggie was best with her. She did a lot of the work for me.

You're making me cum!' She cries,

‘Don't stop now, keep going.'

‘These tits and cunt are yours to do as you like'.

‘My cock, you want to have my cock?' I ask her teasingly. ‘Yes damn it', She replies. ‘Where do you want my cock then?' I ask. ‘I want it in my cunt.' She replies. ‘Okay, open those legs open for me' and her legs spread wider still.

I never asked any of the girls their real names And I never told them mine. I know that if we ever met outside we would ignore each other. That's one of the rules, we all know that. I just loved that place. Just loved those women. But the authorities closed it down last month, for tax reasons. Not paying VAT or some such. I was devastated and haven't found a decent place to replace it yet.