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"Hello is that Sandy? Well (pause) look I am calling (pause) about your advert. Do you er do things apart from photographs?"

Sandy (with a smile in her voice) I will give you a good sensual massage and you can take photos of me and I can take erotic photos of you. I go to a lot of trouble. I just want you to be able to stand up for me...I hope you will come."

Shagrat felt his heart beating faster and his mouth was so dry that he could not speak. Sandy lowered her voice, "Shall I tell you about myself. Well I am a very young sexy blonde, just nineteen years old and I have a full 36, 22 36 figure and you can take some lovely photos...I am waiting for you now (she gave the address) and my fees start from seventy pounds."

As Shagrat put down the receiver he noticed that his hand was shaking. He left the phonebooth and read the London street A-Z by the light of the streetlamp. He felt that passers-by must know what he had been doing and be smiling to themselves that he was now looking up the street in which...he hardly liked to use the word...in which a *prostitute* lived. That was what he thought about Sandy. If she advertised herself as a photo "modle" in a phone box then she must be a *common prostitute*. He was an educated man, a university graduate and he was going to pay money - at least seventy pounds - to a "modle" so that she would have sex with him.

His penis was uncomfotably tight against the material of his trousers and he imagined the people passing in the street could see that too and laugh at him. And at the same time knew that it must just be imagination...musn't it?

His nervous state made a few people look at him but they could not know why he was nervous, even if they had seen him reading the cards in the phonebox...after all anybody could look at them when making a phone call...couldn't they? Then most embarrasingly of all his legs felt unsteady and he felt light-headed. What to do now?

I can just go past the house...just walk down the road past the house and then I don't have to go in... I can just be walking down the road so there is no reason for me to be nervous or sexually aroused...I can just be calm and go to the next cigarette shop...a cigarette would be a good idea if only he could keep the flame steady.

After a few false starts with the lighter in the wind, Shagrat went on his way towards the address which Sandy had given to him. And as he went he became more certain that he was going to go in and then that he would just walk past...well if there was anyone on the street he would just stroll on past smoking a nonchalant cigarette...and if there was nobody then he might ring the bell and Sandy would open the door and usher him in and then he thought about what she might be wearing and his crotch became uncomfortable again and he knew he had to satisfy this feeling of intense sexual arousal which he had...with a prostitute...a model...whatever.

Sandy opened the door. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. The light was bad and it was hard for Shagrat to see how old she was. They went to an upstairs room. The floor was covered with matresses and several one-bar electric fires. Three cats stalked the room. The window had a curtain cord with a blanket over it so that it sagged in the middle.

Sandy took the money right away "so there are no hassles later." She smiled, "Take your clothes off" and she warmed her hands by one of the fires as Shagrat fumbled his way out of his anorak and the rest of his clothes.

Shagrat lay on one of the matresses and he closed his eyes. Sandy squatted beside him. Her warm hands were on his tummy, palm down either side of his penis. She stroked down across his tummy, moving her hands apart towards his thighs giving his penis a wide berth. She stroked slowly again, her hands were about half an inch closer together. Again and again she stroked. Closer and closer as his penis got stiffer and stiffer until Bingo! She had his stiff hard penis in her hands and was slowly and rhythmically wanking him.

He reached out to touch her leg but she murmured, "No this is strictly from me to you." and went on wanking him until he came. "Now do you want me to stop or to go on? I don't know." Shagrat murmured something inarticulate and she took it he wanted to stop. She had to go into another room even to get a tissue and it took her about fifteen minutes to organise the camera - a polaroid - for the photographs.

By now Shagrat was dressed again but he felt his penis getting very stiff and hard again as he took the photos. He wanted to direct her, he had imagined telling her what he wanted her to do. (Telling her stand against a wall, open her legs, put his penis in her mouth, put her finger in her vagina) and then photographing her. He found he had that lump in his throat as well as the one in his trousers. He thought her breasts were disappointing because she had had a baby and they were wrinkled but she posed cleverly to conceal what she thought of as her imperfections. Her imperfections did not prevent his erection however.

So stiff and hard he felt the abrasion of his trousers and found the inside of his underpants getting damp on the homeward journey.

He lost count of the number of times he looked at Sandy's pictures and masturbated over them. He realised that a lot of the pleasure in casual sex, in prostitute sex, came from recollection.

"Hello I am calling about your advert."
"Hello darling I am black. I am 19 years of old..very attractive...very sexy. Do you want the address?"
"There is one thing."
(pause)"Yes"(pause)
Shagrat had to repeat the next sentence because he gabbled it just a little.
"How do you feel about wearing a blindfold?" (long pause) "No problem."

Shagrat didn't worry about the number of people in the street because Jasmine lived in a block of flats and he reasoned it could be anyone he was visiting rather than the house everyone knew was a prostitute's house.

Jasmine was tall and black and lovely, though scarcely "19 years of old". Perhaps she was 30. She was wearing a one-piece black swimsuit and nothing else. She said that full sex was sixty pounds. She tookoff the black swimsuit in one practised flowing movement. He swallowed to overcome the familiar dryness in his mouth, coughed and asked if she had anything she could use as a blindfold.

"Well I take it off before you you-know." "Oh of course," he agreed quickly, although the idea of a blindfold prostitute doing "you-know" with him was appealing. Amused, Jasmine searched in a drawer and eventually came up with a tangled black fishnet stocking. Shagrat's heart was pounding as Jasmine turned her lovely back to him so that he could put it on. He fumbled putting it on becasue it was tangled. "It's too short."

"Too short!"

Shagrat made a makeshift blindfold of the tangled stocking. He remained behind Jasmine.

On the bedside table was a bottle of body lotion. He put this on his hand. His hand was only trembling slightly as he put the body lotion to her naked breast. It was the first time he had touched a black woman's naked breast irl although in his dreams and his wanking fantasies he had done it many times. In fact his wife's naked breast was the only he had touched.

Sandy's expression, "hope you can stand up for me" flitted through his mind. His penis grew satisfyingly stiff and hard between the cheeks of Jasmine's bottom. Both his hands were covered in body lotion and he recollected a video of a woman smearing baby lotion all over her naked breasts. His penis grew yet harder.

His body pressed close to Jasmine's back and his penis was flat against her back as he caressed and played with her naked breasts. As he tried to arouse her nipples he felt the slippery skin and thought of that other slippery skin between her legs.

When he put his finger between her legs he could not tell if she were sexually aroused because his finger was already slippery with baby lotion. Jasmine's body was willing and compliant as he pushed her gently on to the bed and removed her blindfold so she could put a condom onto him accurately.

Jasmine expertly rolled the condom over his erect penis. His white stiff penis in her black hands. She spread her legs invitingly and compliantly. Shagrat put his hands on the back of her legs and opened them wider, pushing them back. He wouldn't say I love you because it sounded false although he found her very attractive. He said "you're lovely" which sounded similar. As he fucked her he complimented her appearance. Somehow she looked sexier because of the baby lotion on her naked breasts.

Her body was pliant and compliant although she did not pretend any interest in the procedings. She smiled at some of his compliments.

Shagrat's excitement made him come soon and Jasmine knew how to talk about that - she said it showed he was excited and very sexy.

As he left he thought about prostitutes. He disliked fake affection. He thought he was stupid to do so because if he were in a play or a film he would not complain that the actress "didn't really love him".

Images of Jasmine naked and the feel of her breasts and her back stayed in his mind for many years to come.

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