Humbled by the task before us
man, were we inspired! yes we can!
what originated in a long planned meeting with gandjim ten days ago turned into one of the more successful isg reunions as several others announced they would also be able to be present. iseeu, lbc, mick licker, we found one another easily enough and five was a good manageable round. i had a good time and enjoyed the company. i am a bit late with this report, so sorry for that.
the meeting was indeed preceded by greater events, but we still had serious business to do and hard choices to make on the oase sofas. my words of greeting were not doom-laden, but, i thought, sobering: on this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. today i say to you that the challenges we face are real. they are serious and they are many. they will not be met easily or in a short span of time.
so we settled down for many hours of diligent research, hard work and tough decisions. but we would succeed, for they have forgotten what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
more prosaically perhaps, the line-up, while not overwhelmingly numerous, wasn’t that bad in the end that monday, especially after the second shift got settled in. the girls were there, they were ready. for us, they had packed up their few worldly possessions and travelled across oceans in search of a new life. for us, they had come to europe, they’d toiled in sweatshops and now settled the west; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth. we were impressed.
well sort of. my first choice was unhappily a failure:
maria, czech rep
mid 20s
blonde long hair
about 1.60m, slim
b breasts
this description is vague and may not be that accurate, because i’ve already forgotten almost everything about her. what particularly pissed me off was that she promised that she had no problem with kissing, and then when in the room, she avoided it determinedly beyond an initial brush. i remonstrated with her. the time had come to set aside childish things, i said. she needed to satisfy her customers, who came to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do their business in the light of day. today you can turn the page on policies that put greed and irresponsibility before hard work and sacrifice. this is where change begins, i urged. in vain. she was unimpressed by swirling, knee-bent rhetoric. i soon lost patience with her mechanical dross too, and aborted after fifteen minutes, preferring to look for iseeu at the bar. not to fuck him instead, you understand; rather to meet him, at the pre-arranged 16.00.
i’d already encountered elena visually earlier, when michelle (swiss michelle, not….. you know) had tried to persuade me that the two of them were a good duo team. quite a tempting target. but the last thing i need for my first shot is a duo, and i’d not actually met elena, so i passed on the suggestion. encouragingly, michelle then refused to actually give me elena’s name, so clearly she wasn’t going to line up the competition for me. must be a good one, potentially, i thought. a while later while i was chatting with iseeu and lbc on the stools opposite the bar, iseeu peeled a persistent michelle away and suddenly elena was on the stool next to me. i decided to investigate further and led her over to an adjacent sofa. well, she was a great find.
elena
23, i think she said
smooth blonde shoulder-length hair
over 1.70m, quite large-framed, but all in the right places
c breasts
elena is a local frankfurt girl, only works a couple of days a week and really enjoys the job. says she doesn’t accept all customers by any means. but since she went with me and subsequently went with both iseeu and mick licker, you have to question that statement a little, don’t you? :-) :-)
and she is a real live wire, as the others were later to discover too. always laughing, good with the banter. in the room she was just great, not running down a pre-set programme, but really adapting to the customer, really taking things as they came. tremendous passionate kisses, followed by prolonged 69, no holds barred. she’s a loud girl indeed. the thirty minute barrier was rapidly approaching and she was straining to finish me, but i wasn’t ready to finish, wanted to enjoy her further. she was really pleased when i told i wanted to extend for another half hour. no, no, i swelled my breast oratorically before her, this is your victory. you made the sacrifices. you did it because you understand. but you must be aware of the enormity of the task that lies ahead. for even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges are the greatest of our lifetime – two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century, and tosc must get his rocks off.
i had one condition: she had to work me for the full thirty minutes, and i didn’t want to come before the 59 minute mark. that sort of put the cap on what i was going to pay, but i need not have feared. she thought the challenge was great. what followed was a whirlwind of blowing and fucking, during which she came again powerfully, and she did indeed hold me back until the bell was tolling. i finally whipped off the condom and came all over those great tits of hers. great looks, great attitude, great technique, great all-round performance. she did pretty magnificently too. :-)
i rejoined the guys and recommended her, if they liked her looks and wanted the lively type of style. i myself needed time to recuperate, and invested time exploring lbc’s extraordinary knowledge of the girls. incredible. don’t know how he does it. he’ll even scratch his head and remember how far down your shaft she goes with the bbbj. to be honest, he confused me with the mass of detail, and after a few minutes i’d got them all mixed up again.
gandjim settled down for a sleep…..
my parameters for lbc were to choose me an easy-going, gentle sort of girl for my next session. there was plenty of time. look, i said, the workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. their minds are no less inventive, their services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. our capacity remains undiminished. but our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. but i was to my shame in a indecisive mood again. i needed guidance. who better than the master of the lists.
i wasn’t ready to be overpowered, overawed, i wanted a smiler, not a domineering porn scowler. he finally came up with two to consider: mia from romania, blonde with curls and a rather old-fashioned headband, and a most magnificent pair of natural c breasts. quite mesmerizing. a good candidate he thought, even if she only blew half-way down your shaft, a tricky technical quandary he insisted i should weigh carefully before deciding. i nodded wisely. and maybe lucy, germany, sweet face with little make-up, straight dark hair and a pleasant slim body of the b variety. another good candidate indeed, and lbc thought she was the gentle friendly type i needed.
and gandjim slept on…….
ages later i was ready to move. of course, by the time i had firmly decided on mia, mick l. had absconded with her a few minutes earlier. my friend, our tastes are far too similar. so, i sidled up to lucy, who was perched on her usual stool at the bar. i sought an opening. was she also charged by the emotion of the times? would she respond to the clarion call of a eur 50 note, take up the challenge to serve her nation and suck-and-fuck her way into history? this is your chance to answer that call. this is your moment. this is your time – to open doors of opportunity and promote the cause of happiness in burgholtzhausen. she was in answer up for eur 50 at any rate! who would have guessed it?
lucy, cologne, germany
about 25
about 1.60m
been at oase for ages apparently
black straight hair, shoulder-length
b breasts, slim
i told lucy exactly what i wanted. our union can be perfected, i insisted. and what we shall achieve gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow. tomorrow? she looked at me and said she liked weird free-spending guests like me. i backtracked hastily. she does all the standard stuff, in fact everything except anal, if memory serves. good gentle long kissing, slow competent bbbj, right down the shaft, if you’re wondering. got her to leave the hands away, and things became really good. just does it for me. we started the mattress sport with doggie, which is a good optical event, as she’s got a good lean body. then swung round to missionary, but i am so much taller than her that i couldn’t kiss her that way, so she saddled up and rode. pulled her down to kiss her and pounded my way to glory. a very good club number perfectly suited to my mood. the third session is always the critical one in an fkk day.
and gandjim slept on…….
iseeu was by this stage also hesitating over his next, possibly final choice. he decided he was going for a brazilian. he then proceeded to show that not only is his fkk geography second to none (his chosen target turned out to be jamilla from havana, cuba!) but there is no one to beat his flirting technique pre-session. to her credit jamilla was more than up for it, as iseeu encouraged us all to cop a feel of that splendid arse. hers, not his. i almost misunderstood. what happened after that he has described in graphic detail already.
gandjim finally woke, consulted lbc and went hungarian. timea, a good solid choice if you like her body type. i am sure he could tell you more.
the hours were clicking by very fast. fkk life in a happy whirl. with all the discussions i was only going to have time for one more session. i readjusted the parameters and convinced lbc that i was ready for something a bit more adventurous, but it had to be optically a cracker, and preferably a slender one. no point in making it too easy for him.
he suggested i might like to consider julia of poland, who he thought was really lively in the room, appearances would deceive. she was the one he’d pointed out with pink stockings. i’d long forgotten that, but no matter. i had trouble picking her out, as there seemed to be several girls wearing pink stockings, or similar, in the gloom. emma, romania, for one. ok. that’s julia. so i observed her for several minutes. and some more. i was getting the wrong sort of vibes. julia was flitting around skittishly, talking irritatedly with other girls, suddenly approaching an unsuspecting man and getting rejected, flitting again. under electricity as the germans say. not right. discussed it with one or two of the others, but no conclusions.
when i finally decided to talk with her it was one of the most difficult “interviews” i’ve ever had. no connection there, she didn’t really want to talk, uncomfortable silences. but sometimes you just go for it, simply take a risk. i would respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: yes we can.
and we did.
julia, poland, gdansk if i remember
little more than 20
about 1.63m
shoulder-length wavy brown hair
pleasant face, not beautiful
cracking fresh slim body, b/c breasts
once in the room, julia transformed, and performed. this girl knows how it’s done. i normally get them peeled off, but i decided to leave those fetching pink stockings on. in the mirrors she’s a great view with them. she kisses well, and my hands wandered and roamed about this delicious body. just had to be 69. no hands, full-shaft bbbj, little tosc in his fourth session standing like a rod. and julia became very, very wet, writhing and wriggling and somehow keeping up the sucking. this cool, uninterested, distanced girl then suddenly shuddered and came quite violently, ultimately collapsing dead on my knees. it was a moment of history, of charm, of humility, of deceptive simplicity, an aesthetic catharsis serving to reaffirm that fundamental truth – that out of many, we are one. and just maybe that’s leathered old toscana speaking now. you get moments like that. to be honest, i have forgotten what happened after that, but after recovering she took over and i duly had a crunching climax that left me spent for the evening. that much is for sure. thank you, julia, here’s your eur 100, god bless you, and may god bless the united states of america.
please stand for President Toscana
mr president,
thankyou for regailing us with the inside story on your campaign.
it seems you assembled an excellent campaign team to support you in running for orifice.
as president elect you stood firm for what we like to hold dear.
maybe election night began with an initial low turnout but despite starting from behind in the poles, you soon had the opposition well and truly licked, then increasing the pace, you drove your message home hard, giving the oppostion a real good run for their money before coming up the inside for a nail biting toe curling finish in not one, but 4 elections.
and what a victory speech.
you have my vote.
bravo.
dt