And he could take any meals he wanted in the kitchen and employees' lounge. He had a small bedroom, with a bath, he could go to. He was for the private, well-heeled and high-placed patrons solely. As such they didn't overuse him and they charged hefty fees to use him. He was premium meat that had just shown up, offering himself because he'd run out of money. They didn't own him like they did some of the others. He was much in demand, but the brothel was smart. He was a young, blond American, and he was bisexual and versatile-man, woman, top, bottom, he could get hard for it and do it all. He sometimes was booked for four sessions a day, although he didn't work every day.
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He used it smoking a joint, having a beer, and taking a nap. Jason had two hours before his next session.
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Her husband would choose to believe her, relieving him of having to lie that he'd been covering a young woman himself during this time. A few minutes of holding there and whispering what she wanted to hear in her ear, a pat on the rump as he pulled out of her, a few minutes with her in the shower with some more fondling as they cleaned off, rubbing her down with a towel, and then she was on her way on what she'd probably told her husband was a shopping trip. Jason pulled out, turned her over, belly to bed, quickly rolled the condom off his cock and dropped it on the floor at the foot of the bed, grasped and squeezed her breasts, and, as she cried out a " Nem! Nem! Alan!-Yes, yes! Now!" worked his way into her ass.Ī dozen thrusting pumps and he came, deep up into her channel. Maybe just the thought of what her husband would do if it happened had her in fear of it. Surely the woman wasn't young enough to get pregnant, Jason thought. " Kayf turid dhlk?-How do you want it?" he murmured. When he took over the thrusting, he pressed his forehead to hers, capturing her eyes with his. All he had to do was hold there for a while. Leaning down, he cupped her head between his hands, lowered his lips to her bouncing jugs, kissed them, and sucked on her nipples as she arched her back and fucked herself on his shaft. Hugging his hips with her knees, she immediately began bucking against him. Saddled between her meaty thighs, Jason kneaded her breasts, nuzzling in closer to her, giving her his version of a lust-filled smile, living the woman's fantasy with her that she was paying for, as she reached down with both hands, grasped his hard cock and pulled him inside her. She had rouged the folds of her cunt she was ready for the action she-or her husband, wanting to avoid mounting her himself-had paid for. With a coquettish little smile, she lay on her back on the bed and spread her legs. She was a bit beyond voluptuous, with pendulous breasts, a thickish waist, a belly bulge that would be welcome on a belly dancer in the smoky rooms on Tallaini Street, broad hips and buttocks, and fat, puckered folds of a cunt crying out for a man's cock-and now in the process of handling Jason's, long, thick shaft. She was treating him like the servant he'd been reduced to at this moment. He'd assessed her and settled on that while she was ceremoniously stripping off Parisian house clothes and handing them to Jason to fold, while Jason stood by her, in the nude, already fondled, checked out for action, and with the erection that it was his talent to produce and maintain on demand. The Arab woman was north of fifty, Jason was sure. It wasn't that he had aspired to be here in his dreams a year ago-or even a couple of months ago. Jason Jansen was bisexual and he was a male whore in an Amman, Jordan, Tallaini Street male brothel, with the reason that he was here, in this corner of the world, serving women and men alike on a whorehouse bed at the age of twenty-two, changing roles and positions depending on who asked him and when they asked, being that he become trapped here. Jason was sought out for this not just because he was a young, blond, god-like American, but because he could get it up almost no matter whether the woman-or man-was attractive or not, he could keep it up for as long as required, and he could use it to the patron's satisfaction.
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What was evident was that she had been attractive at one time-and probably more clearly due the term voluptuous-probably some twenty-five years ago and that she once knew what it was like to satisfy and be satisfied, and even now wanted to be satisfied. It was his job to be up for it, whether with a woman or a man. Jason had a job to do and she was attractive enough for him to do it. It was unclear whether the woman was attractive or not.