Sex and the Confession Box (6 page)

I took a wee nosey at the list and shit myself it was £156 for the bottle he’d choosen.
Jesus that would easily cover my two weeks shopping at Iceland and then some. The waiter came over with our dinner menus and asked if I had chosen a wine, I casually as I could said yes I’d like the number 12.Now don’t get me wrong I’ve eaten in some nice places drank some nice wines but the most expensive wine I would ever have ordered would be a bottle of chapman or a good bottle for £25 which really cost £15 in the off licence. But hey how the other half live I was living it pity it was at such a high cost. Clarke came back to the table and kissed me on the cheek, sorry I got held up talking to Dean, that’s fine I ordered the wine. Great well let’s see what’s on the tonight’s menu it’s a special menu for this restaurant up stairs you know with our own chef, oh how lovely, you are spoiling menthe waiter came back to the table and showed Clarke the wine, would you like to taste it first sir, no thank you I’ve had it before please continue to pour, he poured two glasses of wine and left the bottle in a metal wine holding stand with the napkin around the top. I drank it slowly expecting the most amazing wine in the world, but to be honest it could have been “Black tower”! Nice strong to. I don’t know how you choose your wine, me I do love red “McGuigans” it’s my favourite but hey if that is not there I don’t check the labels I check the most important part the back, the part that says how much alcohol is in in it 10% of more 13.5 “Mcguigans” great your on to a winner. I always wondered about those wine that you pay more for less alcohol am I missing something there.

I had a look and the food menu was very expensive, there were things there I’d never heard of you know all sounding very posh but probably chicken Kiev with spuds said in a different way! So I ordered the soup like most I hadn’t eaten all day saved my appetite for my dinner and stay afraid to over eat regain my lost weight. So posh soup first they chicken for main with sides. Handing back our menu Clarke took my hand. You are so
beautiful, you don’t need to keep complementing me you know I said rubbing my foot up his trouser leg you’re onto a sure thing I said winking with a lick of my lips. He lifted his glass to his and necked it back, I got the feeling he was suddenly nervous so I drank my wine and he refilled both our glasses. Then he began to tell me about himself. Kara you may as well know he spoke discretely, the thing is why I use escorts, well as you can see I’m well of and not grossly ugly, well he stopped and drank some more, he began to get some before me, I don’t mean literally of course just his whole persona and confidence changed as he began to speak. Well I don’t actually have a penis! And then he necked his glass. I sat staring unsure was he joking or was this a literal meaning. So playing it safe I asked was it a birth defect or something yes he said, relieved I didn’t crack a joke his eyes smiled, I was born with a rare birth defect and it effected my gentiles so I can still urinate etc. but nothing else there’s no cure, or medicine then, though to be honest I have been considering having a penis enhancement, an operation but the plastic surgeon said it couldn’t be performed on myself. God I’m so sorry, it doesn’t make you less  of a man you know, to  many men placed too much stock in this penis it becomes them and they think it’s the only way to please a woman but mi sure as you’ve discovered they are many ways. He smiled into his glass, thank you for saying that and I can tell you truly mean and believe what you said, but my ex-wife said the same thing then you proceeded to fuck both of my brothers and my father to and they all laughed at me, so as much as you believe that it, it’s not true. Well she obviously knew what and she was marrying into and she truly couldn’t have loved you to treat you that way and some women do that whether the guy had well you know a dick or not. True, but now I don’t have relationships I have company and I’ve made up let’s say, by my shortcomings by being fully wealthy and successful in what I do, while my so called family are rotting in their own stench of poverty. Revenge, revenge he said clinking mu glass once more. Our first course arrived which I had been looking forward to a stilton and cream of broccoli soup with a crumble of crab, boy was I disappointed they presented it to us in little fancy high cups with saucers and these pretty but tiny spoons, now it tasted divine but few spoonful’s and it was gone and no bread brought either, I had to remind myself that it was the quality and the main was coming, well that was also tiny it was meant to be chicken and it looked like a little robin I was eating with a brushing of veg on what I consider to be a side plate, again scrummy but why to make it all posh does it have to be so small, can they only cook grand on a small scale.

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I was enjoying this experience being in such a nice place good food, lovely surrounding I wanted to enjoy this moment take it in not for what it was but what I dreamt it could be. Let’s leave dessert I want you to be my dessert Clarke whispered in my ear, just what I was thinking I lied. We had finished our wine and Clarke paid our bill just over £250! Holding hands again we walked briskly back to the hotel and into the lift where he moved in and began kissing me quite passionately returned the favour and he was a nice kisser but way to much tongue to big, like stabbing you with it don’t you just hate that, maybe this was his way he imagined his tongue was his dick and this was a blow job in a lift it felt gross. Ding our floor he untangled me and we left hand and hand to his room. When we got in he said how about I give you a nice massage, oh how lovely I smiled feigning interest. I’ll just freshen up and get ready, Shutting and locking the bathroom door I brushed my teeth avoiding me in the mirror, I looked but didn’t see me if I did I’d know what I was doing, kind of like when your overweight and you avoid your reflection I did that. Brushed my teeth tidied my make-up and stripped of naked except the heels. Out I walked and he was lying on the bed also naked, I was dying to see what it looked like or more to the point did not without looking, then I though shit what if it’s all gross and I gag. But he had the sheet pulled up around him there and had a bottle of sensual massage oil I slowly seductively crawled up the bed and lay on my stomach ,he mounted me and squeezes the oil onto his hand I felt the drops of it fall loosely coolly onto my back. He began to rub from the base of my spine up to my shoulders in gentle sweeping movements carefully with one hand moving my hair out of the way. He began to massage me firm gently around my shoulders and long deep strokes around my back it was good it was very relaxing, closing my eyes I just imagined I was in my own hotel room and had ordered a private masseuse to come to my room ,he slid down me a little of my bum and then squeezes the oil into my cheeks ,I giggled oh that’s cold, I said feeling a little taken aback, relaxing a little then he began to massage my bum cheeks ok, slowly gradually puts his fingers down towards my pussy, thank god I could hide my face as I bit into my lips and clinched my face, this is it I thought backwards slowly and deeply he fucked me two fingers ,his fingers where all oiled and he was gentle, but it felt like such an intrusion, do you like that he bent down and whispered into my ear, which brought me into my cameo and I realised I was meant to be doing something what was it? Oh! yeah enjoying this, mm I said so good ,so gentle, go a little faster I said, mm he said I can feel you getting wet, I am I thought shit? Well the body does what it wants once more, but I felt nothing just like that uncomfortable feeling when you’re getting a smear, that cold plastic the scraping that’s how this felt. But nothing. NOTHING could have prepared me for what came next, he moved into the higher position and hovered over me squeezing more oil I though and taking his time but, whatever at least he wasn’t fucking with his fingers any more, then I felt a sharp cold stab right between my fucking ass which is what this sick cunt was trying to do, now I’m sorry to those out there who like it, but I’m a total ass virgin and after that incident I have stayed that way. But isn’t it customary to ask the fucking girl ,no he had strapped on this big fuck off dildo around himself, the first I’d ever seen part from on porn slavered it in jelly and tried not to gently to ram this fucking thing up my ass ,no warning. Well I may be a tiny six now but that gave me the strength of a bull I jumped up with such power arching my back like I was bucking that asshole rider of me and he fell to the floor. What the hell are you doing I said walking round and standing over this prickless freak. Who was so dazzled and shocked as to what had happened, hadn’t had time to breathe. He lay there in dis belief, well I said what the fuck you are playing at. I was about to fuck me you were about to ass rape me I said. No I wasn’t I thought you’d done this before ,well you thought wrong and besides isn’t it customary to ask your date I said calming down and realising the situation I was in sat on the bed and he sat up on the floor still with that big black rubber dildo strapped to him.

Your right I apologise, I should have asked you, take it you’ve never done that before no! I said never and it’s not my thing.
Oh! well I’m sorry he sat on the bed beside me, it’s the only way that gets me off oh! I said, not having any clue as what to do, should I leave and forget about my £1500 or let him do that to me? I couldn’t I just couldn’t god it was at least twelve inches and even the normal way would be a lot to take in my now tightening pussy. I wanted the money hell I needed the money so when he said what he said next I agreed, though still to know grosses me out. Well how would you feel, yeah waiting for it wait for it, you strap it on and do me? Do him how, oh no oh god, you have to say yes£1,500 Eileen say yes get him back for bashing your ass. OK I love that idea I’ve always wanted to do that since I saw it in a gay porno. Yeah he said all excited, he began to unstrap it and then that’s when I saw it, poor thing, it was all shrivelled up but it seemed to curl and his balls were all shriveled. So he put his arms around my waist and strapped on this dick the strapping also went between my cunt and there I was now a she man. He asked me to put a lot of KY jelly on and be gentle he got onto the bed on all fours and I came behind him on my knees, had to ask him to lower a little he’s quite tall didn’t want to miss! And with one eye open the other closed I slowly, very slowly began to bring this bi black dildo towards this man’s ass god I was so amazed at this and sacred to hurt him and oh my god are you really doing this, better him than at it touched of his bum then ever so gingerly I began to put it in, it’s like putting an enema in your dog’s ass and hoping it won’t bite you and it didnt he didn’t just had to do a big almighty push in one big stroke in with eye wide shut I couldn’t look, and a big ayah from Clarke I knew I’d hit the target, it was weird had to move a bit and begin well yeah screwing him back and forth slow he was loving it ,I put my hands on his cheeks and really got into the rhythm so this is what it’s like when a guy gives it to me from behind, I felt in control quite strong and powerful it brought out my masculine side. I got really into it and the strap of the dildo with the moving action had been rubbing of my pussy and I was wet and I was really wet it was nice, I adjusted that a bit so it could rub me right yes of my clit. Yeah mm he said, he was coming I said I am coming to, yes, oh god, tell me I’m your little bitch, say it to, me, tell me. your my little bitch I said to him I pulled on his hair and said say your my little bitch and I’ll stop when I want, oh yeah, yeah and he came all shaking and a little splutter came out of his cock. I came to not hard like when a man’s inside me but when I masturbate it was like that, a nice warm come of satisfaction. I hadn’t notice but I’d worked up a real sweat.

You ok Clarke? OK wow I’m better than ok you’re a natural ass fucker, sure you don’t want to try roles reversed? I’m sure I said. I began to pull out of him slowly, so not expecting what was coming if eating stop and re read after! Big blobs of shit all over the dildo covered, the smell, the mess, oh sweet Jesus why would anyone want this, even as I’m typing I’m gaging. I heaved and nearly threw up all over the hotels nice satin sheets, I bolted for the bathroom, gobs of shit flying of the end of that fucking dildo
I slammed the door and I just vomited and vomited, all I ate flew into the toilet bowl and after that meal you ,d be surprised by how much came spurting out of me. Just when I thought I’d finished I sat back on my hunkers and saw that fucking thing with the shit on it and it had rubbed off on me and the toilet bowl, I went again. I grabbed one of those nice pure white fluffy towels and wrapped it around the dildo and rubbed of as much crap as I could, then threw in the trash, I couldn’t get the fucking thing off I went to the sink and got the hotels flannels and ran it under boiling water and washed the shit of where it had smeared on my stomach and thighs, gagging as I did. I pulled and pulled at this thing it wouldn’t budge. Wiping my mouth an running my hand under the tap and taking a mouthful of water and gargling it back  and spitting it into the loo filled with vomit and I flushed. I pulled my I’m a whore face on and went into the bedroom where Clarke had put a robe on and had opened a bottle of what first appeared to be whiskey but he said, do you like cognac, never tried it. Great try some pouring me a glass also. I didn’t want a drink I needed this smelly thing of and to hose myself down for seven hours, but I couldn’t exactly say that. Clarke could you help me with this I said turning around so he could un hook me, oh yeah sure, one ping and it was off thank you. I began to walk back to the bathroom to hose and scrub myself raw, are you not going to drink you cognac, first? I was going to lather myself up in the shower do you want to join me? Hoping, praying he’d say no, he did, no you pass I always like to have a stoker(cigar) and a cognac after I’ve had an amazing organasm don’t be long, I wont. Phew I though turning on the shower and picking all the nice Europa’s shower selection. The shower sprayed out soothing warm clean water ,as tied up my hair up I stepped in and scrubbed myself clean, I felt that familiar gut wrenching pull in my heart, and the sting of tears. God I hate me, I had to pull back the tears. There was no cleaning away this feeling no amount of soap in the world would do that.

Patting myself all clean and wrapping up in the hotels towel robes I came back into the room to the smell of cigar. There was Clarke so contented smoking on his cigar feet stretched up at the window looking down over Belfast.
Don’t you look all cosy he said thank you. I lifted my glass took a whiff smelled just like whiskey and took a sip.