International Cowgirl - Sex Stories

International Cowgirl

... face and it was clear that for him, although not for Lulu, this was a night of sexual pleasure he’d always remember. Lulu wondered as she evaded his question whether this was how prostitutes handled their tricks. They might make vague reassuring remarks, but regard the business of sex not as a romantic, sensual affair but as something quite different. Perhaps for Lulu it wasn’t so much a business transaction, although having sex was what she did for a living, but it certainly lacked any deeper meaning. “Where were you last night?” Ducha asked when Lulu returned to the hotel in the late afternoon. “I looked for you everywhere. I so wanted to sleep with you last night.” “You did?” asked Lulu, actually quite flattered by her friend’s concern. “It’s only one day to the marathon,” Ducha said. “I’m so anxious. I’ve been wondering whether I should risk the drugs tests and take something for my stamina. What do you think?” Lulu held her friend’s hand. “It’s not worth it,” she said. “If you win a medal you’ll be tested automatically. If you get caught by random tests, you’ll shame your country, our country, unnecessarily.” Ducha kissed Lulu’s lips. “You’re so wise, Lulu. It is going to be an awfully tiring contest. The last time I did a 300 man marathon, I was out of action for weeks. Elewa was very put out.” Lulu couldn’t help wondering why Ducha had chosen an event that she evidently didn’t really enjoy, but in the process she found herself questioning whether she relished her own ...

... sport any more. “Don’t worry, Ducha,” she said. “As I don’t have any more training to do, I’ll watch you during the marathon. I ’ll be cheering you on.” “Oh, thank you! Thank you. It gets ever so lonely. So few people watch the contest all the way through. Even the invigilators change shift during the event.” Lulu had worries of her own and she really wanted to broach them with her friend. “Tell me, Ducha,” she asked in a serious tone. “What should I do now?” “What? I don’t know. Have a shower. Watch a few events.” “No, not this minute. What should I do in the future? Should I continue to compete as International Cowgirl?” “Why shouldn’t you?” “I’ll never ever achieve a higher rating than I have here. I’ll never represent my country again. I’ve failed to win a medal.” Ducha could see the earnestness of Lulu’s concern. She held Lulu tight to her chest and kissed her tenderly about the cheeks and lips. “I’m so pleased you chose me to confide in. You want to give up your sport? Is that it?” “Yes,” said Lulu. “And what do you want to do instead?” “That’s just it. I don’t know.” Ducha detached herself from Lulu and held onto her only by her hands. “It’s not easy being an athlete. But not being an athlete after having competed at such a high level isn’t going to be easy either.” “So what should I do?” Ducha crumpled her face in agonised contemplation. She clearly did not know what to say. At last she shook her head. “It’s the sex that’s the problem. It’s not like you can have sex ...