I am Raveline Black, known to most as Rosaline. Until recently, no one knew my real name. I'm recognized as a beautiful girl with a charm like a rose – elegant, graceful, and utterly captivating. With a flawless body and naturally red lips that need no lipstick, my long brown hair cascades beautifully. My allure is intoxicating to anyone who lays eyes on me. As a woman often referred to as a street walker, I spend my nights working as a prostitute. Despite the luxuries my life affords me, nothing can fill the emptiness in my heart. I yearn for peace and true love. In my growing boredom, I made a decision I never imagined: to seek someone who could accept my past and offer me genuine happiness. In the midst of shadows and secrets, will I find someone who can see beyond my sinful life and embrace the true Rosaline? Or will the pursuit of true happiness remain an elusive dream? "Black Water" is a poignant journey of self-discovery, love, and redemption.
I could see the tiny beads of sweat clearly on the tip of his forehead. It seemed he was trying very hard to start "learning" (making love) with me. Just for your information, at the place where we work with Madam Suzanne, we all call making love "learning." Sound very unusual choice of words, right?
"What's wrong, dear? Having trouble getting up?" I stretched and moved my body as erotically as possible, making the old man in front of me look even more impatient. His throat moved up and down as he repeatedly swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Ugh, honey, I really want to get in quickly, but this little guy is so hard to get to cooperate. Every time I try to get him in, he goes limp again...." His voice sounded pitiful. His eyes looked helplessly at his own powerless part.
I held back my laughter at his half-wrinkled, gloomy face. Quickly, I put on the sad face I usually use in situations like this, pretending to sympathize with his helpless little friend.
"Let me help you, so he can wake up quickly," I offered. The old man's eyes instantly lit up, like a child promised a dream gift.
"Of course! Of course! You can use anything you want to help, honey ...." His face looked enthusiastic and excited. Again, I held back my laughter. After all, he was a guest who had to be served well and to the fullest. He quickly sat down and adjusted his position.
"But I want to use my hands only, okay? You remember my conditions, right? You haven't forgotten, have you ...." I made my voice as soft as possible. I started to move closer to his body.
The old man next to me chuckled, "I remember, of course I remember. You don't want to use your mouth and don't want to play through the back. You don't want any red marks on your body. And, you don't want to be asked to take off your mask." He gently touched the soft velvet mask covering my eyes.
I smiled, "Good. Okay then, I'll help now." The old man quickly nodded, letting me start to climb onto his body. He swallowed again as my hand slowly moved down to his little friend, I deliberately moved slowly, with gentle movements I began to reach his still-sleeping little friend. I could hear his breathing becoming more irregular. Oh dear, I hope this old man doesn't have a history of heart attack!
"My dear, if you want, you can play with my twins ..." I whispered softly near his ear, his reaction was as I expected. I could see his eyes, which were half-closed, immediately open halfway, his face now slightly red, looking like a hungry person wanting to devour the food in front of him.
"Yes, I want to, honey. Really? I can play with these beautiful twin peaks?" he asked, trying to reassure himself. I nodded while bringing my twins closer to his face. Meanwhile, my hand below started to help his little friend, which was getting harder.
My trick almost always worked. I didn't need to exert myself making love, just my hand working was enough. You are really smart, Raveline! I praised myself.
For a moment, I let the old man play with my twins. His eyes were sometimes half-closed, sometimes open, and from his lips, I occasionally heard sounds like someone eating something spicy. He seemed to think of my twins as candy. I could feel the repeated gentle sucking movements from his lips. I couldn't help but moan from the ticklish sensation.
My hand moved faster, after nearly three years of practice. So, it's no surprise that my skills have improved. Isn't it true that those who study diligently become smarter?
It didn't take long for me to feel the old man's thing in front of me getting warmer and more solid. Soon it would be ready to release. One, two, three ... I started counting in my head. By the count of six, I could feel something warm flowing between my fingers.
"Aaaaaw!" I let out a soft scream while pulling back my body.
"Honey ... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" The old man looked shocked, "Did it hurt?" he asked with a guilty face.
I smiled as sweetly as possible, "Not too painful, really. Just surprised, suddenly being bitten like that." This time I answered honestly.
"I couldn't help it. Yours felt like jelly candy, so chewy and soft. Without realizing it, I wanted to bite."
I giggled, "Oh, dear, you're so funny." I grabbed a cloth and dampened it with warm water from the side of the bed. Madam had already prepared everything needed for after 'learning' together.
I cleaned his spilled liquid from his lower body. After ensuring everything was clean, I offered him a chance to freshen up in the bathroom.
"Don't you want to take a shower first?"
"No need. You've already cleaned it well," he replied while gently hugging my body. "You were amazing, honey. Even though we couldn't go all the way, I'm really satisfied tonight." The old man gently squeezed my twins. Just as his mouth was about to start licking the tips, his phone suddenly beeped softly. It seemed to be an alarm reminder. He quickly grabbed his watch from the bedside table, and for a moment, his eyes narrowed at the gold-plated watch, the tiny diamonds in it sparkling under the bedside lamp. With one glance, I knew the brand and model of his watch, a Rolex Datejust series. This type of watch costs over millions dollar.
"Tsk! Time flies. I still have business to attend to and need to be in Japan by tomorrow morning. Do you mind if I leave early?" he asked while squeezing my twin peaks again.
Yes! I cheered inwardly, but quickly put on the saddest face possible, "Well, what can I do. Your business is far more important than being here with me..." I gently stroked his little friend, which had fallen asleep again.
"Sorry, honey, Next time, if I'm not busy and have free time, I promise to learn again with you."
"Ehm, make sure you keep your promise!" I hugged him affectionately. The old man then got off the bed and started putting his suit back on. Meanwhile, I just stayed on the bed, covering my still naked body with a blanket.
"Oh, honey, before I go... can I ask for something?" the old man smiled mischievously.
"Hmm, what do you want?" I asked.
"I want a kiss first ...." he replied with a naughty chuckle.
"Oh, dear, I thought you were going to ask for something else, sure." I got off the bed, letting the blanket that covered me fall to the floor.
The old man didn't waste any time, immediately grabbing my body and starting to lean his head in. Huh? I thought he wanted a kiss on the lips or cheek. I was wrong! The old man squeezed my twins again and started to suck like a baby nursing. This wasn't a kiss! This was more like sucking! I let him move from left to right for a few moments.
Apparently, he was completely crazy with my twins!
After a while, he released his lips from my body. "Aaah! Yours taste so delicious!" The old man then sat on the sofa near the bed and took something out of his jacket pocket. I turned away, choosing to lie back on the bed, pretending not to care or see what he was doing.
"Honey, this is a bonus for you, as well as an apology for biting you earlier." The old man placed a piece of paper on the bedside table before quickly leaving the room.
I smiled, "Thank you, dear. Take care, and good luck with your business." I waved to him as he opened the hotel room door. The old man smiled back, waving his hand.
Once the door closed, I jumped off the bed in excitement. I immediately grabbed the piece of paper on the table.
Curious about how much bonus the old man had given me. My lips puckered in admiration at the amount on the paper. Thirty million! Wow! This is like getting double my salary! Getting paid by Madam and a bonus too! It was worth getting bitten! I patted my chest lightly, laughing to myself.
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