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Sylvia gets to know GeraldI tried to talk to Rosalie about it. All she said was:”You’re a woman, a fucking sexy-ass woman now. I’m not going to tell you what to do. Al wants to give you a fucking gold mine in the sky, and all you have to do is do what you do anyway? Lots of women would jump on that so fucking fast. Sylvia, I’ve let myself be pimped out a little bit in my life, lots of women do. Just for myself, it didn’t kill me, and I had to do a lot more than what Al is talking about…”Later that week, I got a phone call from Al.I had been wondering when that shoe was going to drop.He had an idea that he thought I might like. He said he had a friend I might like to meet…”You’ve been telling me that you are a performer, Sylvia, and I believe it. You said you like to do sex shows…””Well, yeah, sometimes, but I…””There is a guy I know, kind of a strange guy, but very gentle and sweet, baby. He gets off watching other people make love. He is afraid to touch a woman. He has a ton of money, a ton. How would you like to have your rent paid for the next four months?”I didn’t quite know how I was going to pay my rent this month. I thought I would have to ask my dad for help again, but I had already done that three times.”You want me to go to a motel with you, have sex, and this guy just sits there and watches? That’s weird, Al…””Not a motel, dear. This guy is the heir to a Philippine gold mine fortune. He lives in this apartment in one of those high-rises downtown. He is crazy about Ravel. He lives on the 75th-floor penthouse. The fucking San Gabriel mountains are right out his window! He has two Steinway grand pianos that were brought into his place with cranes. He doesn’t do sex, not much anyway, but he loves to talk about music…””And he gets off on watching us fuck? Al, that is so weird…””You think so…Sylvia, you are so hot when you get going, lots of men and women would get off that way…””He doesn’t jack off or anything? He just sits there?””I don’t know. I guess he might if you talked to him and got his dick hard, baby, it sure works for me…””I don’t know, Al…””Yeah, it’s kind of strange, but he loves the kind of music you do like I said, this guy has so much money, he has no family, no wife, no k**s, as far as I know…””Al, you’re making me feel like a whore here. I’m not a whore, though sometimes I like to play like I am, that’s all play…I need to think about this, okay?”” Sure, of course, the guy is not going to touch you or speak to you unless you permit him…that rent thing would be pretty sweet, yeah? He wants to hear you sing some of those arias, too, Sylvia…””Al, this kind of creeps me out. Now I don’t want to have sex with you either, at least, not right now. Will you take me home, please? I’m not saying I won’t do it. It doesn’t sound very hot. I don’t know how I could do it if it wasn’t something that got me all hot, slutty and crazy, you know what I mean?”Al wasn’t lying. We went to see Gerald on a rare day when all the smog was blown out to sea, and the mountains looked as if I could reach my hand out the window and touch them. There were two Steinway full-size stage grand pianos, both of them with mirrored keyboards, one white, one ebony, sat at opposite ends of his enormous lushly carpeted penthouse living room. Gerald was in his forties, a nice looking man who was using a wheelchair to get around.” Polio. Fucking polio. Got my legs when I was in college at the New England Conservatory. My brain, arms, hands, all that works fine, my hips and my legs, as you can see…well, I’m not going to be running any more mile races like I once did, Sylvia. It’s so nice to meet you. Al tells me that you are a singer, a musician?”I was surprised by his genuine warmth and graciousness.”Yes, I’ve been studying voice and opera since I was six. You may have heard of my sister, Rachel Greenburg?””Rachel is your sister!? Oh, that is so wonderful. I love her music. Where is she?””At Julliard..””But of course…Sylvia, I talked to her, I’ve met her how is she doing?””She loves it in New York. I didn’t think she would. In Los Angeles, we couldn’t get her to leave the house…””Honey, I know, I know (laughing) look at me…what is she doing with her music?””Well she started with classical, of course, and that is what people here know her for, but now she is getting more interested in jazz.. you have two pianos?” “Yes, I know, I’m such so self-indulgent that way. You should have been here when they brought them through my window on a crane. I wouldn’t recommend it. It took months to get them re-tuned…””Who bostancı escort did the tuning?””Oh, there is a man who does all the tuning for Capital…Jack Greenburg, he is a wizard, a genius..have you heard of him?””Yeah, he’s my dad.”Gerald lit up. The biggest, warmest smile.”Come here, Sylvia, give me a hug…that is so great. He said he had two daughters who were artists…””Yeah, one is Rachel and one is me…”” I would love to play the piano and have you sing, dear…””Well, I don’t have my music with me. I thought that…”” You thought that…what?”I didn’t know what to say now. He was so unlike the creep I expected, and he knew my dad and Rachel, too. I was kind of hoping that Al would help me out here. but he just stood there smiling.” Er..um…I thought you wanted to see Al and me…”He hugged me again. He was laughing.” Oh, but I do, I do. I had no idea you were so lovely, Sylvia. Al talked to me about if we could ever get together…well, for me, it’s a bit of an abstraction, since nothing down there on my body does much of anything, anymore…so I must live in my imagination. That is sex for me, Sylvia, all in my imagination. I haven’t had an erection in twenty years…I did have some sex before polio, though, so I do know what it feels like…”I was taken with this guy now, erection or not. I was ready to do him any way he wanted. I had already made up my mind that this was going to be as much of a threesome as I could make it. Gerald’s flaccid penis was something I was planning to engage if I could, work around it if I couldn’t. I had been so suspicious, uptight and bitchy with Al on the way over here, thinking about what kind of creepy things I had to do to get my rent paid, but now I just loved him for bringing me here. I was ready, well, almost ready, to be his little jail-bait bitch, to fuck him and anybody else in the room, a genuine six-ways-from-sideways kind of a girl.I hadn’t felt that way for a while, but Gerald, without a working dick, hit every one of my buttons, and all he did was hug me.Gerald said:”I’m going to play a song, I would love it if you would sing. This is something I learned from Leontyne Price, she stood right in this room, right where you are and sang it.”He said her name and my heart did a pirouette.”There is a Balm in Gilead”I knew this old spiritual. I had the record with Ms. Price singing it. I had only sung it in my house, with my piano, but I was so ready. He wheeled his chair over to the ebony piano.”What is is your key, dear?””A flat, please”He hit a run and then five or six of the most perfect gospel chords. I had come over there thinking I was going to have to prostitute myself to get my rent paid. Now I was getting a treat I had not come close to expecting.”There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole, There is a balm in Gilead,Sometimes I feel discouraged,And think my work’s in vain.But then, the Holy SpiritRevives my soul again,If you cannot sing like angels, If you cannot preach like PaulGo and tell the love of Jesus,And say, He died for all.There is a balm in Gilead, To make the wounded whole,There is a balm in Gilead,To heal the sin-sick soul.Gerald played a beautiful solo while I gave my voice a rest before we did the last two lines again. I loved the way he slowed it down so my voice could bend and swoop out at the end, and put a little extra something on the “O” in “soul”.I thought I was going to get laid, and maybe I still was, but here I was putting everything I had into this song about the redemptive power of Jesus. I was looking forward to the getting laid part, but with all I had been going through in the past few months and weeks, my new friend Gerald had served me up a dish that I had been wanting, and, for once, it wasn’t sex. Even though I was an atheist from c***dhood, I didn’t mind borrowing from Christians or Jews or any other religion if I could use it.I could see that Gerald and Al liked my voice and the way I had sung that song. I think I mentioned before that when I know that somebody likes the way I do that and they are not faking, it’s an aphrodisiac for me. It truly is. And so it was today.Gerald gave me something to drink, some kind of Greek liqueur. I was quite loosened up by now.”Gerald, Al brought me over, I just thought, you know, we were going to have sex, you would watch, and we would go home…now it’s different.I want to please you, I want to make you happy, please, tell me, tell me what you like, what you need, what gets you off. Don’t think about pleasing me. If you like to watch, Al sancaktepe escort is going to ….how can I please you…”Now he had to come up with an answer.”Before I lost most of my body, I was nineteen. I was a normal young guy. My girlfriend would get over my face, rub her pussy off, and tell me all about it. What I do for sex now is to think about that, how sweet it was, how erotic. She was not very old, but she knew what I liked and how to do it…”” Oh god, I would do that for you so fast. Do you like to eat pussy, or should I say, would you like to eat MY pussy? Al said you didn’t like to touch women…””Usually I have sex if you can call it that, with high priced hookers. I don’t want to kiss them, eat them or anything else. I’m trying to open myself up to more sexy things that I can do. Let’s see what happens today. I’m very excited about today..””Usually when I talk to boys and men during sex, I talk about their cocks..can I talk to you that way?””Oh yes, the more, the better. You can talk about my cock as much and as dirty as you want…”” Do you ever use a vibrator? I didn’t bring it with me today, but you could do me that way if you want…”” Walk over there, Sylvia, open that closet…”Okay. Finding a vibrator was not going to be a problem. Deciding what to use where that might become a problem.” Sylvia, let me tell you something. You will have to trust me a little. AL knows me, he knows I would never hurt you in any way. We don’t have to do this today, actually, we never do, but…what works for me is if I hypnotize the girl slightly, give her some post-hypnotic suggestions about sex, and later give her some nice marijuana before sex starts. If she gets excited, then I get excited too, and sometimes I can ejaculate, even though I can’t feel it much…’In the back of my mind, I was hoping Gerald wasn’t a crazy sex fiend murderer of young girls who just tossed their bodies off the 75th floor when he was done with them. I hoped this was not the case, because I was ready to do anything he asked.” Al, I’m not going to wait any longer…”I was already getting out of my clothes.” Watch, Gerald, see if this does anything for you. I always like to play with myself for my lovers a little, but I want to make it as nice for you as I can.”Well, at least I was on familiar ground here. I had done this with the very first boy I had ever been with when I was thirteen ” Al, start jacking off, daddy. I’ll bet Gerald likes to see young girls with cum on their faces. Does that fucking turn you on? I’m going to do this for you, rub my pussy for you, and I’m going to suck Al a little and he is going to put a load all over my mouth and my face and my tits for you to see. Would you like to see that?”Yes, Sylvia, that would be so lovely””Al, come on, Daddy, get your cock out..get those dumb pants off..your little girl is dyin’ for it..”After Al got his clothes off, all my attention was focused on Gerald. “This is the way Daddy likes it…”I was rubbing myself, no fingers in there yet. I got on my knees between Al’s legs. I began kissing and sucking that place behind his nuts, lifting his cock with one hand, getting my face in there and rubbing my pussy so Gerald could get a good view with the other.” Is this hot for you? I want this to be hot for you. Get your big dick out, baby. get it out so Sylvia can see how fucking big and hard that fucker is.”He didn’t have to do anything but watch me, but I knew he liked the sexy talk.By now I giving Al a show-off kind of a blow job, a little more sizzle in it than I usually did. I let the spit in my mouth dribble all over the head of Al’s cock, carefully made eye contact with Gerald before going in circles around his dick head with my tongue, collecting the saliva in my mouth and letting it dribble down there again. Super-slut little me, I had done this a lot. I knew Al loved it when I did that, I think Gerald liked to see my bj, but though I was happy to give Gerald a show and happy to please Al, I wasn’t all that turned on yet. While I was doing AL, I was thinking about my afternoon with Michael, when I got so turned on I was quite out of my mind.I was trying to come up with some more stuff for Gerald, something that didn’t sound ridiculous. I decided to shut up for a while, and just focus on doing Al’s bj as sexy as I could make it for another person to see. (while masturbating at the same time) I was a real fucking acrobat, I thought. Al’s boner was as long and wide as he was going to make it. He was the only man I had ever been with who stretched zeytinburnu escort my mouth out like that. He wasn’t so long, but getting my mouth around the base of his cock was like putting it around a fucking tree stump.I wanted to get Al to lose that load in his balls and start making another one. I was also hoping that Gerald would get turned on enough to start using that green vibrator on me. I don’t know what the men were thinking, but I was thinking about getting that strap-on on, fucking Al’s big ass, while Gerald fucked me with one of the many vibrators we had. But first, I had to have dear Al give me a sticky cum shower so I could make a show for Gerald. I was intrigued by his telling me that if he got turned enough, sometimes he could come a little bit. I liked him. I wanted to get some of his stuff in my mouth, somehow, and then kiss it back into his mouth. That thought turned me on.I don’t know how I can go from this state, where I’m doing some kind of sex thing to somebody or for somebody, but I’m kind of detached about the whole thing, and then ka-boom, I’m caught up in the sexual energy and all I want is more and right now, too. That’s what happened to me.”Come on Al, I want it. Come on, fucker, I don’t want to wait. I want your cock, Daddy…do not fucking tease me…” I went on like that until he got inside me, and even then I wouldn’t shut up. It was just as if a switch had been thrown. I lost my focus on Gerald and started to pay attention to what was going on between my legs. Does this happen for other women?” Fuck me with it daddy..oh yeah…oh fuck yeah..” and on and on like that. Crazy. I was getting laid. That was just what I wanted, but most of the time, I liked to feel my lover all get excited, feel him start breathing hard, feel him pumping my pussy hard and then just painting my insides. I still had a hard time coming from penis-vagina sex, but when I did, it was when I felt that happen. Today, though, I wanted him to do all that, then pull out and shoot his jizz all over me so Gerald could see. I thought that Gerald might be able to get off seeing that. I don’t why men are so crazy to see a woman getting cummed on, but every man and boy I’ve ever been with just go nuts for it. Today, I was as into it as any boy ever is.Big Al was puffing, I was puffing, I wanted to taste his cum now. I had my mouth wide open, Al was out of me, jacking himself off right over my mouth. I glanced over at Gerald.”He is going to come in my mouth, baby, do you want to see?”I was hoping he would be rubbing himself off or something, but he was just sitting there with a little smile on his face.Usually, when Al and I do it this way, I get his dick back in my mouth as soon as I see the cum coming out, but this time I just had him spray it all over my face.”Oh fuck yeah, Daddy, come all over me..come on do it…” You’ve probably said words like that to your lover too, right? I love that part.I looked over. Gerald was touching himself.Well, whoop-de-do. All over me. Good thing I had learned to close my eyes. “Don’t have a heart attack, Al” is what I was thinking about then. I peeked through one eye. Al was still pumping that cock with his fist.” Get it in my mouth, Daddy, I’ll bet he likes to see that…”So what was I thinking while all this was going on? I had to pee, of course. Having to pee at this moment reminded of things connected with pee, if you read this far, you know where that can go. It had been a long time since those times with Judy when we would just do anything with each other. I had a lot of sex now, but nobody was humiliating me, putting in a collar with a leash, making(letting?) me play the slave role that I loved to do. I was in the bathroom, cleaning off what Al put on me. Ho-hum. I pictured Judy sitting on the toilet, naked, holding my chain leash, and me kneeling in front of her, also naked, begging her to piss all over me…and she did! Nobody I was with now liked to do that. I knew I was going to walk back in the room and have more sex with Al, that was okay with me; Gerald liked our sex show, and I was happy I could please him, but there were a lot of sex things I liked to do, that I could do, that was much more out there than Al shooting on me, but I needed the right people with me for it to happen. Today I guessed, next, we would have sex in a different position, or maybe we could get Gerald and the vibrators into it. I still had this thought of little me behind big Al’s big ass, doing him with the strap-on dildo while he begged for mercy. That wasn’t as nasty as being a slave and getting pissed on, but it had a certain je ne sais quoi that I liked to think about. We had lots of afternoons left, it was barely 1:30, I just had to keep in mind the concept that I, little Sylvia Greenburg, was the one in the room with all the sexual power; if I went home they would talk about music, play cards and watch tv.

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