It had been several weeks since my initial booking with Carol the Working Girl. Yes, I know several weeks between visits is unacceptable, but as is usual with me, life (i.e., work) again finds a way to interrupt my extracurricular activities.

Again, I entered via the back door. I completely forgot about the bell attached, and when it gave off its loud clang, I nearly shit myself in fright. Before I came to my senses, the same buck-toothed Mamasan appeared in front of me like an octogenarian ninja. The mere sight of her almost had me touching cloth.

“Wot yoo want?”

Not this again.

“I’m from Architectural Digest, and your establishment has been nominated for an award!”

“Yoo wan massage?”

My humor was wasted on this old cow.

“Yes. With Carol,” but I had no idea if she heard me. She’s already as deaf as a post, but she turned and started walking away before I finished my sentence.

“Yoo cum with me," as Moses’ girlfriend shuffled toward the same room in which I had previously serviced Carol. I took this as a positive sign. The smell of this place hadn’t improved either. Stale farts, wet feet, and boiled octopus were the prevailing and dominant aromas.

"You take clothes off and wait here."

I was concerned if Carol would appear. I had no idea if she was working today or even if she still works here. I slowly got undressed. Last time, there was the distinct sound of someone getting well and truly slammed. The slap of flesh on flesh was obvious, and the muffled moans only confirmed what was causing this commotion. Today, however... total silence.

I was halfway removing my underwear when the door opened without warning and in stepped Carol. My cock immediately twinged. She had changed a little. Her hair was longer, and she smiled broadly when she saw me.

"Hallo, biga boy! No, I see you for a long time. Yoo, take care of me today?" and with that, she reached out and grabbed hold of my quickly hardening phallus.

“Mmmm, me like you big fat cock!” As she reached down and grabbed hold of my rapidly hardening member.

What I found to be even hotter was how Carol was dressed... just like a textbook street whore, which I found strangely alluring. Black high heels, a short silver skirt, and a black tank top. No bra and hopefully no panties either.

She looked at the clock, now showing 6.30pm, put one hand on my chest, and gently pushed me back toward the massage table while stroking my cock to life.

What a dainty lady. She had flawless ivory skin. Her breasts were big, beautiful, and all natural, not sagging, and were in perfect proportion to her body. Lovely nipples too. I ran my hands all over her slowly, massaging her breasts, teasing each of her nipples with my tongue while my fingers tickled her clit.

I lay on the table when she kissed me deep while stroking my cock. She climbed onto the table and straddled me, still dressed, and ground her pussy on my shaft. I reached up and pulled her down onto me and did more deep kissing. My hands wandered to her ass and slowly pulled her short skirt up, revealing she was indeed sans panties.

Grabbing my cock, I ran the head up and down her pussy lips, feeling how wet she was and how hot she was. Her body stiffened as I did, then she edged backward as I stopped at her entrance. Her breathing was shallow, and her face arched upward as she slowly, deliberately, began impaling herself on my sizable cock.

“I miss this so much," she cooed. "You fucked me good last time. Me velly sad yoo not cum see me again.”

“I’m here now, Carol, and I'm going to fuck you very, very good.”

“Ahh, my love, you big fat cock deep inside me.”

Was she totally oblivious that I wasn’t wearing a condom, or didn’t she care?

With almost no effort, I was full length inside Carol. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock, hot, wet, and welcoming. She dropped her head on my chest and began to rhythmically ride me slowly. Her moans were real, not carrying the falsity of a working girl trying to please her 'John.'

I reached to her hips and removed her tank top. Her breathing was rapid, and she was developing sweat, and not from the small fan heater seemingly plumbed directly to the fire of Hades. Next, Carol sat upright, reached to her side, and unzipped her skirt. She pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the floor, all this without breaking rhythm.

I sat up also and dove my tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated and rode my cock with a greater pace. This was becoming an unbelievable fuck.

“Ohh, you're so big and fat. Me luv yoo cock.” Carol cooed.

“You love my cock, Carol?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She panted, “I love big fat cocks. Your cock is very special. You fuck me good.”

With that, I threw my legs off the side of the massage table, grabbed hold of her ass, and stood with Carol still impaled on my cock. Instinctively, she hooked her arms around my neck and rode me like a pogo stick.

I stepped toward a wall and pushed Carol against it. I pumped her vigorously as she moaned in ecstasy. Her head pointed upward, her tits bouncing feverishly, and the slurp, slap, slurp of my nine-inch cock slamming her shaved cunt.

Suddenly the door opened, and I locked eyes with Mamasan. I can only assume she must have thought Carol was in trouble. It was then I realized we were fucking so hard the walls, flimsy as they are, were actually shaking. Mamasan looked down and caught a view of my cock, and her eyes opened wide. She looked at me as she stepped backward, closing the door as she did. Carol said something to her in a strict tone in Mandarin, and I calmly said to her, "You're next.”

I moved Carol back to the massage table and lay her perpendicular across it just like my first visit. I pulled back, releasing my cock from her pussy, and with me kneeling, my tongue went to work on her bare cunt and didn’t stop until the moans and writhing about had commenced. 

 After several minutes of it, and my face covered in her pussy juice, I stood and moved my cock to her pussy lips and rested it between them. She went still. Eyes closed. I ever so slowly I moved Fido further in, about two inches worth.

She said, “We should use a condom."

"Yes, we should," I said as I moved in another inch. She wasn’t complaining and made no moves to push me away. I made ever-so-slight, pulsating flexing moves with my cock still inside. Her eyes remained closed, and subdued mewing noises and hip wiggles became the norm. It was permission. 

In one thrust, I moved all the way in. Her eyes popped open, and she said the other girl has condoms, and she should go get one. But she still made no move to push me away.

I smiled at her and started a slow pumping action. Gently backward and forward. This goes on for quite a while. She moves into my rhythm and meets each plunge with enjoyment that becomes quite vocal at times. Then, I grabbed her by the buttocks, lifted her ass up off the table, and took hold of her upper thighs and pounded as hard and fast as I could. For quite a few minutes I pumped her full throttle. The good ol’ jackhammer slap-thwack-slurp-slap-thwack-slurp. It’s amazing how much pounding such a tiny, petite body can take—and with such gusto. Her eyes were wide open and fixed on mine. 

I tell her that I am about to come. “Ok to cum in you?"

She nods.

I roar, shudder, and shoot.

We hold our positions, she spreadeagled with toes pointing ceiling-ward, me standing, cock deep in her, each face smiling at the other. Happy, she tells me she came twice and thanks me. Then she takes over. Tells me to lie back, she wraps her lips around my deflating cock and commences to lick me clean. I play with her tits and run my fingers ever so gently up and down her back. I lost count of the number of times she shivered and made eye contact. She asks if I am married. I say no.

Then it dawned on me. She’s after a husband. This could get interesting.

We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

“Next time, I want to fuck you properly. On a bed all night," I said.

Carol smiled, came in close, and gave me a peck on the cheek as she squeezed my cock. “I can do that for you."

On my departure, I was told if I give her a day’s notice next time, I will receive a container of her special pork with some steamed rice.

Sitting in my car, I reviewed what had just happened, and my cock started to stir.