Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 05:24:21 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Two.

x  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Two

   So I went out on my first foray into the night to see if there was
somebody I could prey upon. I realise now that I went out looking like a
prostitute, a hooker, and got mistaken for that very early on. I went into
this night club and sat down by myself at the bar and got a questioning eye
from the bartender and said quite fiercely that I was eighteen and old
enough to know what I was doing and he backed off and left me with the
drink I had ordered.

   It wasn't very long before this polished black guy sidled onto the stool
next to me and bought me another drink. A couple of minutes later, another
one was sitting on the other side of me. I didn't object to their colour or
the size of the wad of notes one of them pulled out of his pocket to pay
for the expensive drinks.

   I will not go into the banal conversation we had that led up to the
invitation to go out and have dinner with them, it now being apparent that
they were together, their names being Joe and Abe. Now not being that
knowledgeable about the United States of America where they came from,
guessed that Joe was short for Joseph and Abe for Abraham, biblical names
and all I could think of was the Bible Belt, but where that was exactly, I
didn't know.

   They were big men and not unattractive and I guessed that judging by
their footwear, it was a sign that they would live up to their shoe sizes,
so I accepted. We left the club and went to a Chinese restaurant that I
knew had a reputation for good food and I wasn't disappointed. I also
noticed something to which I will refer to a bit later on about the way the
girls were dressed that served us. It was during the meal that I learned
that they were service men on leave and were, by the use of innuendoes, at
a loose end as to what to do with the rest of the evening.

   That they looked like two healthy fit men and my lack of having a male
penis for over a week, suggested that we went to their hotel, of which I'd
found out that they were staying at. It wasn't the cheapest by a long chalk
and I was all for Anglo-American co-operation in all things, so that's
where we went after that lovely meal. I asked them why weren't they in
uniform and they said that they were on furlough. To which I replied that I
didn't know what that word meant and was told it was our equivalent of
being on leave.

   I will not name the hotel, though when I said they could have a plug in
this book they refused, so tough on them because it really was a nice place
and if I could quote the name, would do so as it was well worth its
value. We, the three of us went up in the lift to, I think the seventh
floor. Yes, it must have been because I now remember I made some comment
about the Seventh Cavalry coming to rescue me if I got into any danger.

   They had laughed and assured me that I was safe in the hands of the
U.S. Marines as they had already kicked the shit out of the cavalry. This
didn't auger too well with me that they were marines and I knew then that
if there was any fighting to be done, I would end up the loser. So with a
brave face I carried on to face either triumph or disaster upon entering
their room on the seventh floor.

   Though it was a double room they had booked into, it had single beds
which disappointed me, but what the hell, a bed is a bed, but rather
difficult if the three of us tried to use one at the same time.

   `Whisky Maggie?' the tallest of them asked me, his name being Joe.

   `It's Magenta,' I said hotly, `not Maggie,' as I pulled my wig off which
I must confess had made my head feel quite hot. `Can't you tell from the
real colour of my hair?'

   `Aw gee,' said Abe, sitting down on one of the beds which I guessed was
his. `I thought you were a real blonde.'

   `Sorry ducky. You can't win them all the time,' I replied.

   `Do you want a whisky?' Joe asked again. `It's the real stuff from the
P.X.'

   `P.X.? That's a telephone switchboard, isn't it?' showing my ignorance
of Americanisms.

   `It's P.B.X. you're thinking of,' he laughed. `No, the P.X. is our
shop. It's where we can buy all what we are used to from back home without
the taxes added which I think you call duty free. Well do you?' he asked,
waving the bottle above some glasses.

   `Yes please. A small one,' to which he half filled the glass and handed
it to me. There was one chair in the room but thought it would be churlish
if I went and sat on that, so I sat down the bed opposite Abe. He took his
nearly full glass from Joe, who with his glass, sat down next to me. They
then knocked back half of their drink in one go and I took a sip of mine
and nearly choked on it as it was so strong.

   `Tell me, what are two U.S. marines doing in this godforsaken town on,
er, leave?' I asked to break the sudden cessation of conversation.

   `Aw, that's 'cause of Jake, a buddy of ours. He's got a girl friend here
and we thought we'd tag along and see what else might be worth looking up,
and we sure as found it,' Abe chuckled looking me direct in the eye. His
grammar wasn't perfect but it was understandable.

   `Where'd y'all come from?' I asked in what I thought was a John Wayne
style of talking from watching his films.

   `Well lookee here! A right Southern belle talking our kinda language,'
laughed Joe as he slapped me on the knee. `I'se just a po'r nigger from
Mississippi.'

   `And I'se from Alabama, without a banjo on mah knee,' Abe laughed and it
made me blush for I knew they were taking the piss out of me. I took a big
slug of the whiskey and made as if to stand up, knowing that they would
stop me from doing so.

   `I'm sorry Magenta,' Joe said, his laughter cutting off abruptly. `We
shouldn't have made fun of you then, I'm sorry,' and I knew that I was back
in control of the situation as I had no intention of leaving until I'd seen
and sampled what was hidden inside their trousers. Appearing to being
somewhat mollified, I handed over my empty glass to Joe who got up to make
a refill for me. Abe made the first move by standing up and exclaiming at
how hot English hotel rooms were and took off his shirt to reveal a big
broad black chest.

   `You're too right,' said Joe, handing me my refill and then took off his
own shirt to show he was as big and muscular as Abe. `Do you want to take
anything off honey?' I grinned at him and kicked off my shoes to which they
both laughed at my action.

   `I was thinking of a bit more than that,' Joe said, kissing my neck.

   `I know,' I replied, taking another big swig from my glass and began to
feel a bit light headed from this strong spirit. `But I've only got one
thing left to take off and I would like to see what is on offer before I
do,' somewhat boldly. There was no hesitation from either of them, for they
quickly stood up and dropped their trousers to reveal two nice big dongs in
the state of being semi erect.

   `Now that is a nice sight for my tired eyes. A gentleman should always
rise up before a lady,' I said as I put my glass down and stood up and
faced Joe and raised my arms. He came into them, kicking his feet free from
his trousers to hold me close to him and kiss me. His cock growing hard
between us as we did so. Then I felt Abe stroke my behind before he grasped
the bottom of my dress and drew it up my body. I let go of Joe so that it
could be pulled right off so that I was then fully naked between them.

   Joe had looked at my breasts and gave a sigh as he bent his head to kiss
them while Abe was now stroking my bare bum. He then came closer and put
his arms around both of us and I could feel his erection now hard up
against me as he kissed the hollow of my shoulder by the neck. It was so
erotic being kissed by these two fine specimens of the male sex and to feel
the two erections being pressed against my body, back and front made me go
all of a quiver.

   I gave no resistance to being pulled down onto Joe's bed and have him
kiss me as I began to move my legs, wanting that hard flesh inside rather
than on the outside of me. He was then laying on his back and I got astride
of him, his big black cock he held upright ready for me, all pink inside
the black foreskin and now on my knees I rubbed my sex against the head of
this cock.

   His eyes were gleaming like I believe mine were as I then lowered myself
down onto him, feeling that head widen me and cause my insides to cry out
for more to which I couldn't deny. I sank down and gasped as it widened me
the lower I went as it thickened out down at the base. It was wonderful to
feel my inside expand to accommodate him as every nerve began to tingle and
throb to get in rhythm with that that I could feel pulsate from that hot
hard organ filling me.

   There is a heaven on earth I cried to myself as I wallowed in the glory
of having that big black cock up tight inside me, feeling the heat and
throb that seemed to keep time to my heart beat or was it that we were both
beating in time to the same music.

   I'd had my eyes closed for the ecstatic moment of penetration, the
filling of me and absorbed the pleasure into my very being before I could
even begin to move. Then as I began to move my own body up and down on that
impaling shaft, I opened my eyes to see Abe standing next to me, his
erection waving about just in front of my eyes. God, was that like what
I've got inside me I thought, and my mouth suddenly filled with saliva and
had the urge to have that one too.

   I twisted my body making Joe give out a gasp as I was still moving up
and down as I grasped Abe's tool and brought him closer so that I could
take him in my mouth. It's hard to describe that incredible feeling of
having a cock inside at one end and another in your mouth. I had to control
myself from chewing that bloody thing off as I sucked and tongued Abe as I
fucked Joe beneath me. I don't think I've been happier than having two
cocks at once and have a pair of hands come up and massage my aching
breasts as I sucked and bucked as we fucked.

   After a few moments of this Abe pulled himself out of my mouth and Joe's
arms came up and pulled me tight down towards his supine body. I had to let
my legs go down alongside his body so that I was then lying tight against
his chest, my breasts being squashed and his tool bent up inside me. I felt
the bed sag and guessed in was Abe getting on, but why, I didn't know then
but soon found out. I felt his hands stroke the cheeks of my bum and then
part the cheeks and it dawned on me then what was about to happen and tried
to move, but Joe's arms held me tight as I felt Abe's cock nuzzle my back
entrance.

   I opened my mouth to protest, but all that came out was a scream as Abe
pushed and entered my back passage, pushing up until his thighs had reached
my bum and I had his weight on my back with his cock up inside the wrong
place. I felt every inch of him as he pushed in, the membrane between the
two passages of my body being very thin, I felt him rasp against Joe's cock
in the other place.

   I hadn't wanted this, but Christ how thrilling it was after the initial
pain of his entry to have both cocks almost touching each other as Abe
fucked me from the rear. It was his movement that was also making Joe move
underneath me and I came with another scream.

   This was my first ever orgasm and I thrashed about in its throes that
excited the two men that I was sandwiched between. The filling, or should I
say the filled piece of meat between two slices of black bread. I hadn't
known how glorious an orgasm could be as it finally came to an end and I
was then just like a lump of jelly having no control of my limbs. I flopped
about on top of Joe as he fucked me from below as Abe fucked me on top.

   `I'm coming,' cried Joe, his hips bucking up to me.

   `So am I,' was Abe's gritty reply, and it was my body that was being
humped up and down from both of these two big black fuckers and what was
more, though I now hadn't any control of what was happening, was enjoying
it. So much so that I came again as they both did at the same time and
there was all three of us giving out our cries of pleasure as we all
exploded at once, me for the second time.

   I then understood the expression of being as limp as a wet rag, for that
exactly was the description that could have been applied to me at that
moment. It was Joe underneath that had to suffer the weight of our two
almost dead bodies on top of him.

   It was Abe who had to move first, and I felt him pull out of my rear and
I suddenly realised that I felt the same loss as if it was from the
front. I sighed with relief from the lifting of his weight from my back and
the fact that I noticed that he'd at least had the sense to use a condom to
fuck me up the arse. Then I was able to ease myself off of Joe and I think
he gave out a big sigh too as he came free from me with a big sucking noise
that sounded as though one of us had passed wind.

   Exhausted as I was, it didn't stop me from sucking on Abe, after the
discarding of the condom, to suck out the residue of sperm that was still
inside that pink headed cock of his. With him clean, I then did the same to
Joe, tasting myself as I sucked and cleaned him up.

   I didn't think we'd all manage to be on the same single bed together,
but we did, me in between them as we held each other to stay there as I
kissed first one of the men and then the other, me flat on my back and them
on their sides, fondling my breasts as we kissed. Sated and sexually
satisfied for awhile, I accepted their kisses and their caresses of my
breasts and cannot for the life of me say which one of us said that it was
a most lovely Magenta sandwich.

   I didn't go to work the next day. I didn't even get dressed, but stayed
naked and took them as and when they were fit and roused enough to service
me. We also managed to have another sandwich but with Joe at the back and
Abe underneath.

   Neither did I go to work for the next three days which took them up to
the end of their leave. They had all meals sent up to the room and I must
say that the place smelt of sex which was like a breath of air to me to
have that smell in my nose for four whole days.

   It was on their last day that I had the ultimate fulfilment. We were
just about to have a Magenta sandwich when there came a loud hammering of
the door. I froze, thinking it was the hotel management coming to throw me
out. I was astride Joe with him deep up inside me and Abe, naked with his
cock covered with a condom went and answered the door.

   He must have known who it was or he wouldn't have answered the door like
that, and he pulled inside another black man who was dressed in the uniform
of a sergeant, his stripes quite clear on his arms.

   `What's this then? It smells like a fucking whorehouse,' he cried as he
was bustled in and then saw me in my nakedness astride and impaled on top
of Joe. `Poontang!' I didn't even bother to ask for a translation as Abe
ushered him in and made him sit on the bed opposite to my frozen posture. I
didn't know where to put my hands at this sudden intrusion that to me was
unwelcome, but greeted with enthusiasm by the others.

   `Hell, you're early,' cried Joe from under me. `Meet Magenta.'

   `Hi. My name's Jake,' he said, his hand out to be shaken and having a
wide grin on his face.

   `Hello,' I replied in a small voice, shaking his hand, having to uncover
a breast to do so, feeling most uncomfortable being naked and astride a
naked man who was obviously in the middle of fucking me. Or was it the
other way round, I can't remember.

   `I apologise ma-am for this intrusion, seeing that I've interrupted an
important logistical battle. Carry on. I would like to see how this turns
out.'

    Red in the face at having a witness of me being fucked was bad enough,
but to have him see me taken from the rear as well was

going to be too much. I began to get up off of Joe when he held me tight,
and I felt the bed move and then thought, aw, what the fuck. Let him watch
if he wants too. I gave out that gasp again as Abe entered me from the rear
and when he was deep inside, we fucked.

   `What do you think Jake?' Joe gasped out as we moved upon each
other. `It's called a Magenta sandwich.'

   `It looks great to me,' he replied from the other bed. I glanced across
at him as Abe fucked me up the rear, rubbing up Joe at the same time and
giving me pleasure being the meat in between. I saw that what we were doing
gave Jake a hard on and a little devil began to whisper in my ear as I was
being moved back and forth as I was being fucked in both holes.

   `Why not go the whole hog?' said this little voice and before I knew
what I was doing, beckoned Jake over and waved a hand at the fly of his
trousers. I suppose that was why he was a sergeant because he knew exactly
what my waving hand implied. He was up on his feet in an instant and opened
his fly and pulled out another big black cock that looked good enough to
eat. Joe laughed as he then guessed what was happening as I grasped that
hot hard cock and pulled it towards my moving mouth and finally got my lips
round that pulsing head and began to suck. Abe slowed down his fucking of
me for Jake to have a bit of pleasure, so here I was in a Magenta sandwich
and had the last orifice filled. I was fucked and fucked as I sucked and it
was glorious to have all three holes filled with throbbing cocks.

   I had to let Jake go free as I screamed at my orgasm, the problem being
that he was just about to come, and so you can guess what happened. I came,
Joe came, Abe came and so did Jake only I contained the first two within me
but Jake came all over my face. It was his look of horror at what was
happening that made me laugh and of course I finished up with half of his
coming in my mouth. I spluttered and swallowed what I could, but my face
was still a mess as we all then began to laugh and fell in a heap on this
one bed that then seemed in danger of collapsing under the four of us.

   We were still chuckling as we had our showers but it then turned into a
sombre affair as they then got dressed in their uniforms and I couldn't
help but cry as their bodies that I had come to know so well began to get
covered up. I was still crying when they were ready to depart and me still
only having a towel round me.

   `Magenta,' Joe said softly as he came and knelt by my side as I still
sat on one of the beds. `Magenta. You have been a treasure over these past
five days. How much do we owe you?'

   Christ, did I hit him. I reared up, the towel flying off as I belted
him. Tyson would have been proud of that punch and I can only say that he
was lucky I didn't have my knife with me.

   `I'm not some fucking whore!' I screamed at him as he sprawled on the
floor, his hand going up and rubbing his jaw. `I went with you two `cos I
liked you! Now you try and insult me!' I fell back onto the bed sobbing, my
hands up to my face, not bothering to cover my nudity as they had seen it
all and had it. Jake and Abe were instantly at my side, sitting down and
holding me in their arms. They both of them kept apologising at the mistake
they had made, stroking, patting and trying to console the fury that was
inside of me. It took some time before I calmed down and accepted their
entreaties that they hadn't intended to offend me but that it had all been
a misunderstanding and eventually, I kissed all three and bid them farewell
and hoped that they didn't get into any serious wars and get...I couldn't
finish and burst into tears again. I think they were too embarrassed to go
any further, so with another hug and kiss from each of them, they departed
and left me all alone again.

   I must have lay on that bed that we'd had sex on for at least an hour
crying at my loss of cock, love and affection which had been creeping into
our association. I eventually roused myself and went and had another
shower, still stunned by the silence of the room when I returned to it from
the bathroom. I'd lived and fucked in it for the past five days and it had
felt like home to me, but now I had to leave and I felt that I was at a
loss, not knowing exactly where I was going to go from this point.

   It wasn't until I had got dressed and had put my wig on and stood before
the wardrobe mirror did I understand the confusion that I had caused, for I
did look like a tart. I'd even put on my favourite red lipstick and now I
could see why they had thought I was a prostitute for I looked the very
epitome of a lady of the streets. I could see my mascara begin to run with
the tears that coursed down my face and had to turn away from the mirror to
go and wash my face again before I could leave the hotel.

   It wasn't till I got home and in my own bedroom did I find nearly a
thousand dollars in my bag. I cursed them and threw the money all over the
room and cried again, but later realised that this wasn't payment for
services rendered but an apology which consoled me and so I gathered it up
and later banked it, with thanks for a very nice few days that I'd had with
those two big black marines. Semper Fidelis!

   I wasn't surprised when I turned up for work the next day to learn that
I'd been fired because of my unexplained absence. The manager didn't even
deign to speak to me but left it up to his secretary to hand me the balance
of my wages and my P.45. I told her to tell him that he'll rue the day that
he made this decision to sack me without having the guts to face me and
listen to why I hadn't turned up for work, for suffer he would, that I
vowed. I must admit that he had good reason, but at least he should have
told me himself, but I didn't really care for it was time for me to have a
change anyway.

   I didn't have to rush out and find another job for what Joe had slipped
into my bag was enough to keep me and mother for several months before I
needed to seek work. Then I remembered the thought I had had when we dined
at the Chinese restaurant and so began to go there frequently to become
known to them. When I judged the time right, I asked to speak to the mother
of the house, and so I was escorted into the back and into the living
quarters to meet with a woman of what age, it would have been impossible to
guess.

   After many words to express my gratitude of her having the grace to
receive me, I explained that I was an actress and wished to spend some time
in learning the nuances of a Chinese girl, though I would rather, because
it was obvious I was not Chinese, try to pass myself off as an Eurasian of
Chinese descent.

   She cackled with laughter at my request and called for the other girls
to hear what she had to say and I kept getting lots of looks from them and
they gave answers to her questions, and then they all fell silent. This
mother was the matriarch of the family and I knew that her word was law as
far as the women of the household was concerned, and I waited with bated
breath for her answer.

   `My daughters,' she began, but I knew that all women of the family were
referred to as such, `have expressed a desire to teach you, though I cannot
see why, but it will mean you staying with us for a while.' I nodded at
this as she went on further. `It will mean working with us for which you
will not be paid. You will be fed and housed, but you will have to work to
earn this. Our day is not as the gaijin of an eight hour day, but one of
eighteen.' I learnt later that gaijin meant foreigner.

   So for the next two months I worked as a slave, but I learned how they
treat a man, much to my disgust as the be all to end all, and how to serve
him in the capacity that befit's a lord as the man of the house is treated
at all times. Thankfully I spent most of my time in the kitchens and
restaurant and was later, after work, shown how to dress, get made up,
which was the main crux of my doing this, and see to the man in question,
somewhat like a geisha girl.

   I didn't mind the work nor the accommodation, having to share a room
with three other girls. It was they who taught me how to greet a man in
their country and how to see to his comforts. The important thing was how
to achieve the make-up to look like an Eurasian. I was also taken to a
sweat shop where I had to strip naked for them to take measurements of my
body to have some cheongsams made that I wanted. They oozed and aahed over
my bust size, but it was still possible to make the clothes so that they
seemed like a second skin.

   I'd given them money so that they could be made out of silk, expensive,
but when I saw them, they were out of this world and they fitted like the
skin to a snake. High necked collar but tapered to the waist and actually
emphasised my breasts while making my waist appear even smaller. There were
buttons running down the right hand side for me to get in and out of this
close fitting garment and the slits at the side that came almost to the
tops of my thighs enabled me to sit down without tearing it.

   To wear it was sensual, having the silk gently move across the body as
one moved and brought my nipples up hard and what it did down below made me
think I should wear knickers as I kept feeling my juices flow at the
thought of what a man would think seeing me wear this dress.

   Having mastered the art of doing my make-up in an Eurasian fashion, that
in itself was a feat, made me feel great. The plucking of the eyebrows and
then making them slant to widen the eye and the kohl on the lids to bring
out the colour of the irises. I had to abandon my favourite red lipstick to
a shade that was much more subdued but enough to flesh out my upper lip and
draw attention to the whiteness of my teeth.  The base on my face was of a
delicate hue that gave me not a tanned skin, but just the hint of one so
that it looked more natural than a simple sun tan.

   Then came my debut night dressed up like this when a Chinese gentleman,
quite high up in their community came to the restaurant, and it was I who
had to greet him and lead him to his table. It was the dress, the make-up,
my greeting bow and the way I deferred to him as he was seated and let the
other girls take over that allowed me to pass with flying colours because
he remarked afterwards how charming the new girl was and asked from where I
had come from in China.

   I got many bows and handshakes from the men who worked there and little
hugs from the girls. The mother was most pleased and offered to have me
taught the language, but enough was enough and I left the following week,
much to their regret. I too had a pang of conscience, but as I had worked
for nothing, why shouldn't they have taught me something. It was to stand
me in good stead later on in life when I worked for the escort agency,
which you will hear about in due time.

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