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It was after seven in the morning when I got home, still slightly drunk and definitely dishevelled. I’d had a night of incredible sex, been fucked for hours, the best I’d ever had, and I was going to see him again soon. Very soon!I undressed in the bathroom, but then decided I wanted to sleep with his smell still on me. So I crawled into bed naked and slept for eight hours. I woke feeling refreshed, truly alive. Immediately, I thought about the previous night. I’d never had sex like that before; it had been mind blowing. From the moment Michael asked me for a dance, I had an idea how the evening would end.He was tall, about six foot five I’d guess, and well built, very well built. He smelled faintly of woody aftershave, had great teeth, his manners were impeccable… oh, and he was black.As we danced, his arms holding me against his muscular body, he said, ”I’ve never seen you here before.” A corny opening line but true.“No,” I agreed, “I’ve been living in Spain.”“Nice.” He smiled. “You have a great tan.””Thank you,” I said and then laughed, “but not as nice as yours.”Flashing flawless white teeth as he laughed, he asked if I wanted another drink.”Yes, why not?” I looked into his brown eyes. “You can help me celebrate.””Celebrate?””Yes, I’m newly divorced.”You don’t look old enough to have gone through all that,” he said.”Only just,” I admitted with a wry smile. ”I’m nineteen.”We walked to a table and he pulled out a chair for me. “Want to talk about it?”“Not a lot to talk about.” I sat and gave a quick shoulder shrug. “My name’s Amy Smith,I’m nineteen, newly divorced, and I’m looking for a job.””What do you do?” he asked.I shook my head. ”Nothing of any use, according to my ex.”“Well, he’s obviously biased.””Oh yes, he’s that all right. Hypocritical, too.””How’s that?”I took a deep breath, which he misunderstood. “No, no… don’t tell me,” he said, raising his palms toward me, “it’s none of my business.””I’ve not told anyone about it yet.”“Well, leave it at that. I don’t want to upset you.”I chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll not be upset. Fact is, I feel free for the istanbul travesti first time in my life: I can do what I want, go where I want, and wear what I want. So, no problem, Michael, you won’t upset me.”He signalled for another drink and put a big, black hand on mine. ”I’m all ears.”I smiled at him. He looked so earnest, so interested. ”Okay, here goes… I was reared in an orphanage; never knew my parents. The staff were great. Unlike a lot of the kids, I actually loved it there. When I was thirteen, I got a job delivering newspapers in the evenings. A year later, I did a morning round as well. The shop owner was a divorced man, around fifty, quite a nice guy really. He never tried anything on; well, apart from telling me every day what nice legs I had and encouraging me to wear skirts instead of jeans.””He was certainly right there,” Michael said. “They’re gorgeous legs.””Thank you.” I squeezed his hand and carried on, “Anyway, as my sixteenth birthday approached, the staff began to look for a job for me and a place to live. That was when Henry stepped in. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Henry was the shop owner. Right, so, days from my birthday, I was called into the office, and matron told me that he’d offered me the flat above his shop. I was thrilled, of course. Then matron dropped the bombshell: Henry wanted to marry me.”“Wow,” Michael said, eyes wide. “He was thirty-four years older than you.”“Yes, he was. But, as I’ve said, he seemed a nice chap. Whatever, I went round that evening after he’d closed the shop and he made me a lovely dinner. Afterward, he showed me an engagement ring and asked me to think about becoming his wife.”Michael frowned but didn’t speak. But I could tell he was quite surprised at this part of my story as I continued, “Henry took me back to the orphanage that night and we spoke to the matron. I said I was ready to marry Henry and she asked if I was sure. I said that I was certain. She looked a bit like you do now, Michael.” I smiled at him and squeezed his fingers. He slowly shook his head.“Anyway, weeks istanbul travesti later, we were married and, honestly, I was over the moon. Then it just got better, or so it seemed. Henry sold the shop to a property developer for just over two-hundred-thousand pounds and announced that we were going to live in Spain. He already had a house over there in a small place called Xaviar, near Benidorm.”I took another drink, looking at Michael over the rim of my glass. “It was a beautiful place, Michael, absolutely gorgeous, right on the sea front. The waves actually lapped at the bottom of the garden. Every morning I got up and ran naked into the sea. I was in heaven; I couldn’t have been happier… well, apart from the sex, that is.”Now Michael raised his eyebrows and I continued in a low tone, “It was a case of let’s go to bed, a quick fumble, wham-bam-thankyou-ma’am, and then he went to sleep. Sadly, Henry wasn’t a very good lover. I’d had more satisfaction when I’d masturbated in the orphanage. He left me completely dissatisfied, never even asked how I felt. Even at sixteen, I knew it wasn’t good enough, that there must be more to making love than Henry’s swift, selfish fucks.”I put my hand to my lips and mouthed, ‘Sorry, bad language.’ Michael softly said, “That’s okay, carry on with your story.”“Well, Henry wasn’t a fool. He realised that he wasn’t enough for a healthy and horny — very horny — teenager, so he suggested I take a lover. Just like that! Obviously, I was horrified. But, the more I thought about it, the more appealing it became and, eventually, I agreed.”Michael grinned. “I bet you did,” he said, and asked if we could go outside for a smoke.”Great, yes,” I said, “I’d love a cigarette,” and we took our drinks onto the large balcony.It was a lovely night and I was surprised that no-one else was there. We sat at a table, lit cigarettes, and I continued my story.”There was a lad who worked at a bar near to our house; a black lad, a really nice boy, but big, very big… a bit like someone sitting not a million miles from me.””Thank istanbul travesti you ma’am.” Michal doffed an imaginary hat.”Well, I got chatting to Karl, the lad I fancied, and let it be known that I was interested and that Henry always went to the Brits ex-pat club on a Thursday night, leaving me with the house to myself. Karl was interested all right and arranged to call the following Thursday. Henry seemed pleased and even bought lingerie for me; you know, sexy little g-strings, stockings, that sort of thing. That Thursday, off he went to his club as usual and around came Karl. We sat talking for a while, me flashing my stocking tops.”I stopped to sip my drink and inhale my cigarette. For some reason, it felt right to be telling this man, a total stranger, about my life. I was comfortable and Michael was certainly a good listener.“So, of course, we went to bed. Karl was good, far better than Henry, and I, at last, had a nice orgasm. But it didn’t seem as powerful as those I’d read about in Henry’s books. Or like some I’d seen in porn films.””Have you seen many blue films?”“Only about half a dozen or so. Why?”“Well,” he laughed, “here’s where this beautiful young lady gets up and walks out of my life.””Why would I do that?” I was mystified and he laughed again, but it sounded forced.”I make blue films,” he said.It was my turn to laugh. And mine was genuine. “You actually make blue films? Porn movies?”“Yes. I formed a company two years ago to direct and star in my own films. I’ve made fourteen so far and a German company market them and handle all the distribution. So far, I’ve been quite successful.”I sat back, staring into his face. He smiled ruefully and drained his glass. “Is that it? he asked, “Should I go?””Yes, but only as far as the bar. I’d like another brandy, please Michael.”We stubbed out our smokes and I followed him inside. We found two bar stools and Michael helped me up on one and moved his closer.“So, you’re not going, Amy?””Certainly not,” I giggled. “I’m intrigued, tell me more. For a start, what’s the name of your company?””Big Black Productions,” he said, and I burst out laughing.The brandy was kicking in by then and I leaned closer, flicked my tongue in his ear, and whispered, “And exactly how big are you, Michael?”“I guess you’re not talking about my business?” He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, dropping my gaze to his lap.
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