Paying Her Dues

“Well this is certainly a surprise” said Roxanne as he walked round me letting her fingers trail teasingly over my cock, “you certainly look a lot prettier than before, What’s your name now?”

“Celia” I said, “I just kinda liked the sound of it.”

“Well it’s been a while since you came as David. What can I do for you?”

“Well I am not into fucking anymore. I thought about a massage, a blow job, and then maybe you could fuck me. I like that idea.”

I reached into my bag and took out a dildo and harness.

Roxanne whistled and smiled.

“Well you have come prepared. Maybe you would like to take your clothes off and we can have a little fun.”

And we did.

When she finished fucking me, or rather, when I called for her to stop as it was getting a little too intense,  and she took the harness off I saw that we still had five minutes so I knelt over her, masturbating vigorously until I came over her breasts in warm creamy glugs which I licked off greedily.

I collapsed onto the bed panting. This had been a good time. Roxanne rolled of the bed and wrapped a towel around her.

“Thank you darling. I need a shower now but before I go, I need a few pennies off you.”

I looked in my bag and went cold.

“I’m, so sorry Roxanne. I seem to have forgotten my purse.”

“How are you going to pay me then?”

She was no longer smiling. I had always imagined her as hard underneath the smiling exterior but now I was really seeing the hard side of her.

“You come to a brothel without money? You know I trust you because you used to be a regular and this..?”

“Well I “

“Well nothing! Thought you would get a free fuck, did you? Did you?”

“No Roxanne”

“You are going to make it up to me. You are staying here. You are going to work off your debt”

“No I er…er

“Do you fucking understand?”

She turned and left the room, locking the door behind her. Now I was her prisoner.

A few minutes later she returned, freshly showered,  and I tried to push past her and leave the room but she caught me and pushed me back against the wall and wrapped her hand round my throat. She moved in close and I could smell tobacco and mints on her breath.

“if you ever want to get out of here you are going to do what I say” she hissed.

I said nothing, trying hard to suppress mounting panic.

“Is that clear Celia?”

She almost spat out my name.

”I am really sorry Roxanne, I will bring…..”

“Bring it next time?”

She let out a mocking laugh.

“You must think I was born yesterday. I do this for money and only for money. No freebies here however much you kid yourself I like you.  I trust no one. And you are going to find out, Celia, just what a shit job this can be.”

You are going to give my three punters blow jobs at £50 a time and that way you will pay off your debt pay your debt.”

Again, I said nothing, trying to hide my rising feelings of fear and nausea.

“Aren’t you?” she shouted.

“Yes Roxanne”

She left and returned shortly afterwards with a balding overweight man who could barely fit his jeans over his gut.

“So darling I have a little extra to offer you today. For £50 my little shemale Cock Sucking Candy will give you oral. And she is rather good.”

“Oh I think I might like that” he said and smiled maliciously. He had sensed my fear and was enjoying it.

I knelt before him and noticed that he was sweating profusely even though it wasn’t a particularly warm day.

Roxanne laughed as I knelt before him and introduce myself.

“I am Cock Sucking Candy sir. Please may I give you oral”

He nodded, a bemused smile on his face, and unzipped his fly. The penis that flopped out was not clean, his foreskin was flecked with smegma and his bell end dotted with bits of tissue paper from  attempts to clean up after having a wank.

Roxanne handed me a condom and I slipped it into his cock, I set to work, sucking, licking and tonguing, doing all the things I liked Roxanne doing to me. I felt him stiffen and swell, then subside. I kept working until, suddenly, he hardened again and ejaculated into a condom.

He groaned and sighed, and I could see that he was sweating even more than before.

I slowly removed his shrinking cock from my mouth rolling off the condom as I did so. I swallowed its contents greedily.

I watched him take out his wallet and peel five £10 notes off a roll and hand them to Roxanne.

“I enjoyed that “he said. “Perhaps you could send the sissy round to my hotel room so that I can give her a real seeing to.”

“Well if you are a good boy I might. Let’s go next door and see what you’ve got left. Candy has more cocks to suck today.”

They made to leave the room and I said,

“Roxanne can I ask you a question?”

“What is it ?”

“Can I come here tomorrow as well?”

30 Days In April

Just as Christmas is followed by the skiing season, at least for some, and Easter is the gateway to the promised land of Bank Holiday and vacations, so Eroticon   is still fresh in the memory as a number of us blogging types embark on 30 Days of Orgasm Fun. The aim of this is to have quite a bit of solo sex in April and enjoy regular orgasms. This may not amount to an orgasm a day (I am still to have my first  as I write this on 3rd April although I am really in the mood today!)  and it is important not to see this  as kind of competition. Some days we will not be in the mood. Some days we will try and not succeed (and those who, like me, have mental health issues may find that their medication can have an effect) and, above all, we need to practice self care and not set our own personal bar too high.  Let’s enjoy it. Let’s make it fun.

The moral of all this is that masturbation is good for us in so many ways. A practice that, for much of history has been taboo, condemned as a sin, medicalised as a pathology, scorned as a last refuge of the desperate, of this unable to find partners for the real thing, a source of terms of abuse, should be set where it belongs, as part of a rounded and fulfilling sex life. For it is about loving ourselves, accepting our bodies as they are,  in all their diversity and imperfection, and learning how they work. And we are all different in this respect. The sex toy that works for you may not work for me. Some clits are more sensitive than others, the style that works for one penis owner may be really uncomfortable for another. By knowing ourselves we are better able to engage sexually with partners. If we don’t know what buttons to press how can we tell them?

Above all there is the lovely rush of endorphins, the glowy feeling afterwards, and these are things that can only have a positive impact on our wellbeing and our mental health.  So from today I will make time. I will have quickies before work, a quick visit to the ladies during work, I will use porn to stimulate my imagination on occasions, on others I will have a fantasy form in my head that just tells me, now is the moment Eve, just go and do it. At least once this month I will have a solo dinner, a glass of prosecco, a scented bath,  and lie on my bed on fresh sheets, and have an hour of the ultimate me time. Because I am worth it. And so, dear reader , are you.