No. 111205 - Published 2 Nov 2012
The flat was furnished minimally, but then again, being an experienced purveyor of parlours, I was hardly expecting Persian opulence.
I had just awakened when my bedroom door opened and Jeeves entered with my breakfast tray.
I stretched my arms and glanced towards the window. "I say, it looks like a spiffing day, Jeeves."
"Yes, sir. It encourages the sap to rise."
I looked aghast. "Jeeves, sometimes I swear you can read my mind."
There was a hint of smugness on his lips. "Shall I book some entertainment for later, sir?"
"Damn fine idea. You know my tastes, what-ho!"
"Indeed, sir. I shall book an attractive young lady for eleven o'clock. Do you require any farm animals today, sir?"
I chuckled. "A rummy idea! But I fear you are ribbing me, Jeeves. Just a young filly, if you please."
I ate my buttered crumpets and jumped out of bed like a frisky gazelle.
After a quick bath, I dressed in my favourite tweed suit. I was just fixing my yellow cravat when Jeeves appeared at the door. "Do you have a preference for the mode of transport, sir?"
I cogitated for a moment and then said in a throaty voice, "Fire up the Daimler!"
Jeeves dropped me off at the bordello and I rang the bell. The maid welcomed me and led me to the bedroom.
A couple of minutes later the door opened and in walked Christine all merry & bright and as chirpy as a lark at sunrise. She hugged me and gave me a French kiss straight off the bat.
"What services would you like to today?" she enquired.
"Oh, I'm strictly vanilla - none of that bottom-poking queerness."
She removed her bra. "How do you like my little puppies, Bertie?"
"By Jove, they're magnificent." I waggled my eyebrows. I reached out and fiddled with her nipples while she gazed at me with misty eyes.
She knelt down and sucked my pink ankle-spanker.
"I say, this feels rather good, what what."
We moved to the bed and I returned the favour. I licked her bean until she became quite excited. Feeling brave, I inserted a digit into her moist hole - it was like fingering a soft-boiled egg.
"Fancy a 69?" she asked.
After a couple of minutes of mutual enjoyment she magically produced an Indian-rubber prophylactic and rolled it on with her mouth. She lay on her back with her legs akimbo and I slipped it up her. By God, it felt sensational. I humped away merrily with a tra-la-la and a whey-hey-hey! I didn't stop until she turned pink and let out a screech like The Flying Scotsman steaming past Darlington. Her little Russian face was contorted with ecstasy, or possibly anguish, I always get them mixed up.
I wanted to partake of some more oral, so she whipped of the cover and sucked my cock and balls for an extended period of time. This was quite brilliant and I didn't want it to end, but inevitably it wasn't long before I felt the familiar feeling of queasiness overwhelm me like tumbling over Victoria Falls in a beer barrel. Christine locked her lips around my copulatory organ at that precise moment, heightening the joy of ejaculation.
"How was that?" she smirked.
I got dressed, gave the lass a peck on the cheek and toodled off to meet Jeeves. The car was outside, so I climbed in the back seat.
"I trust you had a pleasant time, sir?"
"Absolutely. She exceeded my expectations by a country mile."
"I shall dispatch a telegram of thanks, sir. In the meantime, you may observe that I have laid out a Jamaican cigarette from your private box."
I lit the cigarette and inhaled its intoxicating smoke. I slumped back and sighed the sigh of a happy man.