Introduction
This is a recap of what occurred in Part #1 of this story. Of course, you are encouraged to read it in its entirety.
Set in 1985, Curtis Hillborn is a fairly new, 21-year-old employee at a factory that makes machinery parts. His job is to manually keep track of the factory’s large inventory and to oversee shipments that are loaded into outgoing trucks. He shares an office with his direct supervisor, a man named Stan Fanshaw. Stan is about a dozen years older than Curtis. Slightly rough around the collar, Stan values Curtis as an intelligent and highly competent employee. Both Stan and his wife (Helga) befriend Curtis and often invite him to dinner.
The factory has a huge warehouse with a second floor of rooms that are seldom used. Curtis and Stan are advised by the factory’s owner to be diligent about preventing vagrant intruders from sneaking into the building and using the upper floor as a place to sleep. One afternoon, Curtis spots unusual activity in the upper floor. One room has a light on, so he decides to investigate. Upon opening the door, to his surprise, Curtis finds Stan inside—on a bed with an Asian hooker. Curtis apologizes for interrupting their tryst and heads back to the office. He fears he will be fired, but instead, Stan makes him a generous offer. Stan explains that he has had weekly fucking sessions with hookers on Wednesday afternoons in that room for nearly six years. He asks Curtis to remain silent about his romps. In exchange, Stan says he’ll use the company’s expense account to pay for weekly hooker visits every Thursday afternoon for Curtis, too. (Stan has a friend who operates an escort service. It is he who provides the girls.) Curtis quickly agrees to the deal. The following day, he has a wonderful first experience with a pretty, young Filipina trollop named Fern, ejaculating three times in the two hours he spent with her.
Unlike the first story, a third-person narrator is used in this sequel.
Part One
Now that Curtis had had his first carnal fling with one of the escorts, he and Stan could freely discuss the pleasures they each derived from their weekly hooker visits as they worked away in the office. Time just flew by as they now always had something in common and thoroughly fun to discuss with each other! On the Friday immediately following the first afternoon a hooker serviced Curtis, Stan asked for a detailed recap of how things went. Curtis laughed, but happily obliged. After all, he could hardly refuse as it was Stan who was arranging for this marvelous weekly bonus activity.
“It was fabulous!” Curtis gushed. “Fern, the girl I was sent, was a pretty Filipina who claimed to be 18 years old. I have my doubts about that, however.”
Stan chuckled and said, “Hey don’t knock it! You ought to enjoy it! Youthful girls are lovely to take to bed, Curtis! All my friends’ employees at the escort service have to claim they are at least 18. He’s just not very strict about requiring any proof that it’s true, though.”
Curtis told Stan how impressed he was by Fern, and how she seemed enthusiastic about fucking him—especially after he was kind and polite with her.
“Ah, you’ve learned something important, Curtis, that I learned years ago: Asian prostitutes, by and large, are typically cheerful and are dedicated to making the customer happy. They all seem to take their jobs very seriously. My father, who was stationed in the Philippines when he was in the Army, noted, ‘The whores there aim to please—and they usually do.’ If you are pleasant and considerate to the girl, she’ll give you a marvelous fuck. So why wouldn’t you make the simple effort to be kind and affectionate with her?”
Curtis nodded and then asked if Fern would be the same girl sent to him the following Thursday.
“Maybe...and maybe not,” Stan informed him. “There’s a mystery element to my screwing that I like. I never know whom my friend will send me from the escort service each Wednesday for my romp in the sack. It’s a complete surprise every time. Each girl has always fit the requests I have listed on my profile, though. I suppose you could request Fern every Thursday if she is free, but why don’t you sample a few other girls from the service first? My friend has the equivalent of a sexual buffet at his fingertips. It would be a shame not to try a few exotic dishes.”
On Wednesday, Stan’s day for an afternoon fuck on the factory’s second floor, Curtis curiously asked him what type of girl he was hoping to find waiting for him in the secret bedroom.
“Today I have a desire for a twentyish, leggy, strawberry blonde with big tits,” he said with a smile. “If I find a short redhead with no tits at all, I won’t be disappointed, though. I’ll fuck her just as hard. I’m easy to please.” Curtis stuck around the office until 4:15 p.m. to find out if Stan got what he wanted. He was surprised to see Curtis still present, but he knew why he had stayed 15 minutes past quitting time.
Stan succinctly informed him, “She was a short brunette; about 25 years old, I’d say; average build...and a fantastic fucker. I’m a satisfied customer...again. Good luck with your girl tomorrow, Curtis. Now go home and get lots of rest so you are fully energized for what Thursday will bring.”
Part Two
Thursday afternoon at 2 p.m. couldn’t come fast enough for Curtis. As soon as he entered the office that morning, his excited edginess was obvious to Stan. After about 90 minutes of restless fidgeting, Stan finally said to him, “Hey, relax Curtis. You’re going to burn off all your liveliness with your incessant pacing around the office. Take a stroll through the warehouse and do the inventory count early, if you want. Save some of your extra energy for what matters today.”
“Okay, that’s a good idea. I think I’ll do that,” Curtis replied.
Stan smiled and said to him, “I’ll asked you the same question today that you asked me yesterday: Curtis, what kind of girl are you hoping the service provides for you today?”
“I’m hoping your imaginary strawberry blonde shows up for me,” Curtis answered with a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’d like her to be about 18—just like Fern—but only about 5’1” or 5’2” as I have a thing for small-statured females. Big, firm tits on her would be a lovely bonus, too.”
Stan replied, “Didn’t you request Asian girls on your profile, Curtis? If you did—and that’s what I recall—that’s what you’ll get. My friend can’t provide all the preferred traits of his girls to every customer, but the requested ethnicity is one of his top priorities. If you become bored with Asian girls, maybe we ought to get your profile changed.”
Curtis laughed and said, “Stan, this is just hooker visit number two for me, so I don’t think I could possibly get bored with anything yet. Besides, if your father was right about Asian prostitutes, I’ll never be bored with one in my bed.”
Just like the previous Thursday, Stan gave Curtis his permission to head to the upper floor of the factory at 1:40 p.m. to prepare for his 2 o’clock visit from his mystery bedmate. Curtis learned that Stan was right: Anticipation of having sex with a mystery girl was a huge part of the overall fun. Curtis got there early enough to get a cola from the fridge and to look at one of the pornographic magazines from a stack on the table. His eyes drifted to an explicit photo. It was of a girl lying on her back. She had her feet resting on the shoulders of a standing, muscular man who was penetrating her missionary style. Curtis approved of it and thought he might try that interesting position himself with today’s girl—if she was leggy enough.
At about 1:58 p.m., Curtis heard the tall metal staircase being climbed and the voice of Dimitri, the factory custodian’s brother, trying to do his best to converse with the girl whom he was transporting for Curtis’ afternoon delight. It was another small Asian female, clearly older than Fern, maybe 25 or 26. Her grasp of English seemed to be almost non-existent. She just looked at Curtis with an uncomprehending expression on her face when he asked her for her name. He never did learn it. Her hair was jet black and cut short—too short in Curtis’ opinion. (He liked girls who possessed long, sexy, flowing tresses.) She was noticeably bustier than Fern and wore yoga pants and a faded yellow t-shirt. Printed on it was a picture of a sunset behind a tropical island. As soon as Dimitri left the secret bedroom, she got right down to business.
“Mister, you fuck me now,” she said.
Curtis honestly didn’t know if that was a command or a question, so he gave her an appropriate answer for either option: “Yes, I fuck you now,” he stated in agreement. Then he added, “I fuck you for the next two hours—long and hard.”
Curtis disrobed quickly as did the girl. He noticed her vaginal area had been shaved. She sexily fingered it as she stood about 10 feet from Curtis. When she saw Curtis’ fairly large, erect penis pointing at her, she smiled and enthusiastically said. “I suck cock for you, mister. I do good blowjob on you. You’ll like.”
“Okay,” Curtis readily agreed. He went to grab a condom, but the prostitute shook her head. “No need for condom for blowjob,” she insisted. “Only need condom for the fuck, mister.” Curtis wasn’t going to dispute that liberal policy pertaining to oral sex. (Curtis recalled that Fern, in contrast, had insisted that he wear a condom—eventually three of them—for all their various sexual escapades the previous Thursday, including a blowjob.)
The girl was extremely gifted in the fine art of fellatio. Combining long, sensuous licks from the tip of Curtis’ penis down to the bottom of his testicles, this girl certainly knew how to get a rise out of a male. A few delicate strokes of his shaft by the Asian girl along with a slight tickling of his balls put him over the top. She knew it was about to happen and helpfully put her mouth fully around the head of Curtis’ dick, clearly indicating she didn’t mind him firing a load of cum onto her tongue. That was exactly what Curtis did, accompanied by a long groan of intense pleasure. The girl opened her mouth to show Curtis his sizable ejaculate for a few seconds, then she swallowed it all in one gulp.
“I like cum, mister,” she told Curtis, stating the obvious. Curtis began to think every word this foreign girl said was likely scripted and memorized.
“Yeah, I got that idea,” Curtis replied sarcastically. The clock radio in the room showed the time to be 2:06 p.m. That meant Curtis still had 114 minutes to enjoy himself with this girl! His energy level had, however, noticeably decreased from ejaculating from the wonderful blowjob he had just gotten.
Curtis happily lifted his diminutive and compliant new friend off the floor, kissed her left cheek, and deposited her softly onto the center of the bed. He snuggled up beside her and placed his hands firmly on her tits. They had large areolas and perky nipples. Curtis liked the latter but not the former. (For a moment he wondered if he could amend his profile with the escort service to request girls whose breasts had small areolas. They had always seemed far sexier to him than breasts with big ones! He’d ask Stan about making that change later.) Nevertheless, Curtis had a wonderful time groping and playing with the girl’s slightly oversized boobs. He spent at least 15 minutes just amusing himself with them. They were such wonderful adult toys when handled lovingly! Sucking on them vigorously was the remedy Curtis needed to get his phallus re-energized and ready for some forceful fucking. This girl, whatever her name was, was clearly a pro. The moment Curtis’ dick regained its erection, she promptly said, “Condom now, please!” The gentlemanly Curtis obliged, of course.
Like Fern the previous week, this girl did the required work, rolling the condom onto Curtis’ waiting, stiff manhood.
“I ride you to a come,” she informed him, as if Curtis had no say in the matter. Honestly, he didn’t care how he fucked this energetic, exotic girl. He just had an overwhelming urge to shove his dick inside her neatly shaved vagina one way or another. The girl quickly mounted Curtis as he relaxed on his back with two fluffy pillows supporting his head. It was wonderful.
Curtis was content to watch the girl move up and down on his throbbing penis. Her terrific tits bounced along with the rhythm she established. It was an enjoyable sight. Her nipples stuck straight out. Curtis was tempted to stop the girl’s actions just to have another suck on those delightful, womanly mounds, but he was happy to have his bedmate continue the reverse-cowgirl fuck. He was enjoying himself immensely. After nearly 20 minutes of world-class screwing, Curtis came for the second time. He did lament one thing: “What a waste! My jism is staying inside a contraceptive device!” he thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to get rid of it and toss it into the wastebasket just to the right of the bed.
For more than an hour, Curtis was content to be fixated with the foreign girl’s tits. At one point he gave her a brief titty-fuck, but only after the girl insisted on another condom, which Curtis thought was a silly demand for a sex act that involved no penetration at all. (He found that the rubber totally ruined the sensation, too.) Curtis figured he’d conclude his romp by ravaging the girl’s vagina with one finger, then two, and then three, sliding them inside her moist pussy until she squirted. When that happened, Curtis was suddenly turned on enough to fuck her—with a condom, of course—missionary style. Shortly thereafter, Curtis attained a third ejaculation, but it was a mere trickle compare to the first two.
“You fuck me very good today, mister,” the girl congratulated him as she was dressing and preparing to leave the factory at 4 p.m. “I hope you liked my pussy and my tits, mister.”
“Well, it was obviously a nice way to spend a Thursday afternoon,” Curtis politely told her. He wasn’t certain she understood what he had said. He knew she absolutely did not pick up on the understatement his answer contained.
This time it was Stan curiously lingering in the office past 4 p.m. to find out how Curtis’ second coital adventure with a hooker had played out. Like Stan did the day before, Curtis opted for a series of abbreviated descriptions to give his summary: “Another Asian. About 25, I estimate. Definitely not as pretty as Fern. Excellent at giving blowjobs, though. Superb tits to fondle. Three cum shots. I had a great time.”
As Stan was about to head out the door to the parking lot, Curtis said, “I think I’d like to fuck a strawberry blonde next week, Stan. Hey, perhaps we could take turns with her—you on Wednesday and me on Thursday. I wonder if that’s doable if we make a special request a week in advance.”
“All it takes is one phone call to my friend to find out,” Stan reminded him with a grin. “I think you’re getting into the spirit of this, Curtis. I really do. After only two sessions of screwing whores, you are becoming a discriminating client of the escort service. That’s a good thing. The customer should always get what he desires.”