CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s). - Sex Stories

CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s).

... the posh elevator to the 5th floor then took the stairs back to the 3rd floor. I got on the elevator again but got off on the 7th floor, looked around to make sure the hallway was clear and walked quickly to room 716 and knocked twice. An older woman opened the door but kept the chain on. “It’s Opera night”, I said, which was the code word “Come in”, said the lady The elegant woman was close to 60 but quite attractive. I had seen her before on a poster or advertisement. She didn’t give her name and I sure wasn’t going to ask. The lady wore a thin white robe which she took off. She was tall and thin, the transparent satin dress she wore under her robe clearly showed her upturned breasts and her dark pubic triangle. She walked to the dresser and handed me an envelope which I put into my handbag without opening it. As she walked away from me, I admired her long narrow asscheeks making only a small bulge in the satin dress. “Undress, please”, ordered the lady in a firm but quivering voice. I didn’t know if the woman’s shaky voice was caused by fear or excitement. It took me only a minute to get completely naked. The lady, still in her tight transparent dress, walked around me, touching me gently, rubbing her satin dress against my flesh, cupping my asscheeks with both hands. “Do you like a woman’s ass ?”, she whispered in my ear. “Yes I do,” I answered “I love a woman’s ass”, said the lady, her hands still lifting my asscheeks and trembling. The lady left me and began to rummage ...

... in her bag which was already packed for the train trip. I turned around and watched her pull out a small linen pouch which contained a thin medium-length piece of ivory in the shape of a penis. It was attached to two narrow black linen straps at right angles to each other. “Do you know what that is”, she asked me “Yes Madam, I do”, I replied “But this one is especially designed to fuck an ass”, added the woman, surprising me with her crude words. The lady unzipped her satin dress which crumpled to the floor. She stepped out of it. She attached the strap-on to her bony hips and motioned me to get on my hands and knees. I was expecting to get penetrated right away but instead I felt the woman’s warm breath on my asscheeks, then on my private hole. Her tongue was not only licking it but penetrating it. I loved the attention and I began to moan and whisper “oh yes…oh yes”….The licking stopped after a few minutes and I felt the hard tip poking at the wet entrance of my hole, then sliding nicely inside, the woman being very gentle, pushing the instrument in stages. She kissed me on the back of my neck and nibbled on my earlobes. “Do you like that ?”, she asked “I love it”, I answered “Have you ever heard of Anna Berlinova ?”, asked the woman “No…I’m afraid not”, I answered, being used to strange questions during sex “She’s dead now but she was a great ballet dancer many years ago”, stated the lady “Did you love her ?”, I asked since she herself had started talking about the dancer ...