The Apprentice - Oh what a Joy.
you may recall, dear reader, that i wrote last week of being invited to become a training aid for the delightful sally, who has indentured an apprentice.
at peril of going again over old ground i will sumarise; sally had asked if i would meet her and her pal so that sal could demonstrate procedure and technique for the educational benefit of the newcomer. i had agreed to accept the challenge on condition that miniskirts and stockings were worn and sally had agreed. in a further encouraging announcement she had also said that the session would be free of charge as it was for training purposes.
right, there we are then, all up to date now!
so, on sunday afternoon i embarked on my mission with a light heart and a determination to help add to the body of sexual knowlege.
and...........it all turned out to be rather good fun, and very enlightening.
sally had told me that her apprentice, who arrived the previous day from china, was entirely new to to her chosen profession. and trust me, this one really was as green as a spring day.
shy, retiring, anxious and nervous does not begin to describe the young lady i was introduced to by a bubbling and enthusiastic sally.
as ever sexy sal was delighted to see me and went through her welcoming routine of handing me a glass of juice, an ashtray, a cigarette and a chocolate sweet. she smiled encoragingly at the timid, but pretty, little mouse lurking near the bedroom door and gently tugged me towards her for introductions.
after a formal handshake and a kiss on the cheek i told the newcomer that i was delighted to meet her and that i looked forward to us becoming friends.
with a puzzled and slightly embarrassed expression she slowly shook her head from side to side and held out her open palms in a gesture of confused despair.
not one single sylable of english did she speak!
she had not the remotest idea what on earth i was talking about.
this was begining to look as though it might be an up hill struggle and i was beginning a silent inner debate on the morality of my situation. informed consent is vital in these things and how could i be satisfied that the girl knew what was going on.
did she think she had just been introduced to her future husband or had she been led to believe that i had popped round to borrow a cup of sugar, or flog some encyclopedias?
but lament not !! roaring to the rescue on her white charger came the all knowing and ever reliable sally.
in accordance with my terms for acceptance of this assignment both girls were fetchingly clad in short skirts and hold up stockings.
standing in the middle of the room, with one arm around my waist, sally reached for the hem of the other girls skirt and very slowly lifted it up gradually revealing very well turned stocking clad thighs.
"you like she?" enquired sally.
"i jolly well do." i relplied.
while still looking shy the girl, who i shall call joy, began to smile and then to giggle as sally lifted her skirt. joy covered her eyes with both hands as her skirt reached her waiste revealing a scanty pair of black satiny panties.
the game was on and the fun was afoot.
speaking softly and reassuringly in chinese sally gently took one of joys hands away from her eyes and placed the skirt hem in her fingers. joy accepted this with a nervous giggle and flipped the skirt around showing her panties as sally reached for my crotch to feel the bulge growing in my trousers.
joy finally opened her eyes to see sally drop to her knees, where she rubbed my cock bulge, through my trousers, with both hands and addressed my genitalia in a manderin stage whisper. this delighted joy who laughed out loud and pointed at sally like a child at a circus.
the ice was definitely thawing, and i was warming up a bit as well!
with the skill of a judo olympian sally despatched me on to the setee with the merest hint of a push, which seemed to tickle joys sense of humour yet again and we were treated to more of her soft feminine laughter.
"now you have message of two lady forgether" explained sally in her own cute way, and knelt at my feet encouraging joy to do likewise.
i reclined on the settee reaching for my juce and cigarette as sally demonstrated the correct way to unlace and remove my shoes and socks, a skill which joy picked up in no time.
now barefoot, i was kissed sweetly on the lips by sally as joy kissed my ear. this was all turning out rather well.
the pair unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my belt with joy quickly adopting sallys gentle and light touch. as the shirt came open sally applied her lips and tounge to one nipple with an enouraging nod for joy to do likewise.
this really was rather pleasant to say the least, but it got better when sally took joys hand and moved it slowly down across my chest and belly to my trouser fastenings, whilst still licking and kissing my nipples.
as joy struggled with my clips and zip her hand occassionally brushed across my cock bulge which i thought rather added to the occassion.
and so it was off with the trousers, shreddies and shirt and sally manovered me into an upright sitting position on the edge of the settee. it was actually rather like being at the barbers.
joy was told to sit behind me with her not inconsiderable chest against my back and her stocking clad legs snuggly rubbing against the outside of my mine. under the direction and instruction of sally, joy began a jolly good massage of the neck, head and shoulders. meanwhile sally knelt on the floor and set about a world class foot massage while chatting away to joy and occassionally stopping to demonstrate technique.
to try and add something to the occassion for the benefit of the nervous newcomer i set about gently stroking her stockinged thighs and tickling the soft bit behind her knees. she seemed to like this so i turned slightly and bent my neck to kiss her softly on the chin in a friendly, but slightly horny, gesture; this seemed to do the trick as joy purred her approval and reached around to give both my nipples a mischievous tweak.
i was beginning to wonder at what stage this was going to go disasterously wrong........because surely it would. blokes like me don't get this sort of treatment for free and sods' law dictates that if something can go wrong then it surely will.
was the settee going collapse in a heap of matchwood?
was i going to suffer a massive and unexpected heart attack?
or was joy going to prove to be a drug crazed psychopath and strangle me from behind?
well actually sod, bless him, got it wrong on this occassion. i was dragged out of my gloomy contemplation by sally nibbling her way up my calves and inner thighs to begin flicking her tounge across the tip of my dick while giving my balls a series of freindly squeezes. oh that bit was special. quite splendid.
she opened her lips and quite deliberately moved her head forward and down taking my cock into deep throat in one easy movement as joy reached around from behind to rub both nipples.
it only lasted a moment. but if i was told that my life would only last a moment, that would be the one i would choose. every nerve ending in my body and every horny synaptic link in my brain felt as though it was being electrocuted. my cock has never been so hard nor my balls so tight. oh god it was wonderful. paradise, heaven, valhalla and the perfumed garden all rolled into one. i, i, er...just can not find the words to describe the place those ladies took me to.
i savoured the feel and sight of joys female thighs as her stockinged legs rubbed against mine. while sally sucked and squeezed with her lips and gripped my balls with her small soft asian fingers, my cock still deep in her throat.
it had to happen........and it did.
it was completely beyond my control. the itching intensifed, the muscles clamped and then, predictably a moment of total relaxation and the flood gates opened.
sally is great about cim. she seems to find it gratifying, or maybe not...who knows. but this time she dealt with it like a true pro.
a beaming smile, one gulp, a flick of the little finger to remove a drop from the corner of her mouth and it was all gone. and all without loosing eye contact.
and then the ooooooing and coooooing started.
joy, who was still sat behind me with her fingers rubbing my nipples, had obviously been fascinated by the delvelopments of the last few seconds.
she began to make low ooooing and coooing noises deep in her throat and i turned to find that she had once again covered her eyes with her hands.
"she never do this suck cock in china...never" said sally helpfully.
"but she good girl and ok" she added.
so, there we were, the half time whistle had gone and i was 1-nil up.
as the usual round of hawking and spitting noises emitted from sally in the bathroom, to the accompanyment of vigerous toothbrushing, joy popped off into the kitchen to put the kettle on. (i really, really wanted to call joy 'polly' for purposes of this story just so i could use the line "polly put the kettle on.")
we all had a nice cup of tea and sally translated for joy as we chatted. it transpired that joy really was new to the wg world and had only had sex with her (now divorced) husband before. she really was shy, but in some ways i sensed that this was because sally was there. i couldn't put my finger on it but i sensed something in the air.
so, after a brew, a cigarette and a chat sally announced that it was time to go to bed.
'a bit premature for a kip' i thought to myself. hell, it was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon and we hadn't put so much effort into the procedings yet.
oh silly me. i had got the wrong end of the stick again.
the three of us were quickly off to the bedroom in order that sally might demonstrate the correct technique for full body massage.
she showed joy how to organise the bedding neatly and arrange the pillows in the right place before lying me face down and beginning the demonstration.
the two girls adopted a kneeling position, one either side of me, and sally explained and demonstrated every step of the massage from head to toe, ending in another very good foot massage.
at each stage joy followed sallys lead and repated her actions very satifactorily. the good bit was when, during the face down part of the massage, sally got to the arse and scrotum stage. at this pont she stopped and showed joy exactly how to 'accidentally' brush the sensitive parts with a light touch. they had to practice this a few times and it was remarkably pleasant.
then it was time to 'change way' as sally calls it. this instruction is an injunction to rotate onto ones back ready for the frontal massage and so, not wanting to disappoint, i rotated accordingly.
the frontal part of the procedings began with the front of the head, temples and face then moved down via the shoulders into the arms and fingers. sally really was making an effort to teach the art in every aspect and stopped to spend a couple of minutes instructing joy in the technique for kissing the inside of the elbow and flicking it with hair to create a very pleasant sensation. all very relaxing and joy was a quick learner.
the pair then returned to the chest area, and that was entertaining, as sally explaned and demonstrated the correct approach to nipple rubbing, licking and kissing which joy practiced much to sallys satisfaction, and mine.
the girls continued on their journey and skirted around my genital region with only a brief stop for sally to kiss the tip of my cock and give my balls a sqeeze. sally spoke in chinese to joy, who giggled, and sexy sal addressed me saying " we come again here later". 'so will i' i thought to myself, 'so will i'.
after a decent go at leg massage, and the feet again, the pretty pair shuffled up the bed arriving under my armpits. both of them. one girl under each shoulder with my arms around them. it was all very friendly.
now this had been the bit i had been looking forward to so i began to pay particular attention to what was going on.
sally took my cock in her fingers and began the very, very gentle stroking which eventually leads to bigger things. and it did.
she demonstrated every apect of the touching, rubbing, wanking and tossing off routine. using both hands she went through the entre spectrum of her techniques without ever stopping chatting to joy and smiling at me. as this went on joy was backat the nipple kissing at whcih she clearly demonstrated natural aptitude.
in the fullness of time it was joys turn to show us what she had learned about manual stimulation. it it took us both by surprise.
completely out of the blue joy took my dick and began rubbing it between her hands like a child would make a sausage out plasticine. i had never seen or felt this before but it was a stangely good feeling as her hands worked nearer and nearer to the tip.
ummm that is one to remember for another occassion because sally brought an end to the foolishness by telling me that it was time for a spot of daty.
now i am rarely adverse to a snack at the confluence of a pair of pretty legs,
but this was different. this was under direction.
while the cock rubbing demonstration team had been at work i had started some gentle touching of both girls tits, nipples and neck with a few nibbled kisses thrown in for good measure. so it didn't seem too strange when i rolled over to joy and began the tounge action on the nipples with a bit of lower belly rubbing for good measure.
she responded well to the nipple flicking and made approving if throaty noises which gave me confidence. and she seemed to have no objection whatsoever to the progressive kissing regime which took me from tits to pussy in five or six stages.
although i was sure from the amount of fluid around and the general movement indicators, that joy was well into the daty thing and was enjoying herself sally was not impressed. she drew a brief halt to the procedings and demonstrated what she considered to be appropriate moaning, then told me to begin again.
whatever sally had said definitely got the message across because joy began to roll about and moan like somebody having a siezure. all acting, all stagecraft under the capable direction of sally................what a true professional.
sally was kneeling beside us as i licked joy and i had slid a hand up sallys thigh to her clit some minutes before. she had done nothing to remove it, which i found telling.
so after a couple of minutes of clit rubbing and pussy poking, while i continued to lick joy, sally was rather begining to get into the spirt of things and shuffled down to where she could reach for my cock with her fingers. she did a wonderful job of getting me to the stage where i was going to have to fuck somebody now, or never, because waiting was ceasing to be an option.
as the procedings reached their cimax i opened joys legs further moving like a lizard to get within striking distance of the target, and all this with sally still rubbing my cock for all she was worth.
joy was completely ready and had no hesitation in welcoming me into her inner warm, moist chamber. her pussy is tight and responsive and in every way a good fuck. but....this was never going to last long because i really was approaching the point of no return and so after a pleasant minute or so of mish, and on sallys command to "change way" we rotated and joy sat on top. so off we went.............
sensing that the fun was about to end sally mumbled "kissy puss, kissy puss now" and without so much as a 'by your leave' she climbed aboard for a spot of face sitting.
this was extraordinary. i am an aging, generally quite dull middle aged bloke. and here i am, lying on my back with a 25 year old oriental stunner fucking my brains out while a world class mistress of the sexual arts sits on my face with my tounge in her pussy. it really was all too much for a chap of my constituion to stand for long. i had to cum. i just had to cum.
predictably the old itching intensified again, the muscles started to tense and the flood gates....................no....................no wait !!!!!
sally came like a train. peels of laughter. screaming and finally reaching for my hand and sticking it in her mouth and then............you won't believe it.......she bit the fuck out of my hand. she drew blood and bit my fucking hand like a tigress.
right in the middle of the biggest orgasm of my life - the full 8 seconds in paradise - and this crazy bites me. i mean what the fuck?
joy had seen all this and found it tremendously funny. oh so very amusing. laughing and pointing. absolute nutcases the pair of them.
joy set off racing for the finishing line and she took me with her, my hand still being clasped in sallys mouth as she now licked off the blood. what a shag for a shy girl. this candidate is going to do well, trust me i know about these things.
the mobile hips and pelvic thrusts reminded me of the filipina singer at the ramada, but that is anouther story.
when i finally restored my equilibriaum and fell into step and pace with joy the cum was excellent. really, really very good indeed but it would have been better without the violent nonsense, or the blood, or the pain.
yes it would have been much better.
and so there you have it, my duty done, the body of knowlege expanded and another good day out.
as the heat of moment ebbed and our breathing was restored we showered, dressed and went to adliya for a chinese meal which was great. we chatted about many things and vowed to reamain firm friends. all in all it was a good day out, and i do believe that joy wiil do well in her work and will enjoy it, as least as much as any wg genuinely enjoys her work.
now, about the filipina singer in the band at the ramada..............
You don't have to take your clothes off . . . .(if she has an elasticated gusset)
To celebrate my final weekend in Bahrain (and my birthday) I thought it would be pleasant to have a beer in Diggers before the ‘big off’- and pleasant it was. With no notion to find a girl, I was happy just kicking back, sipping my beer and enjoying the band.
A couple of attractive PRC’s kept me company before I made it known that I was not in the mood to take a lady. If anyone wanted a lesson in how to make a quick, polite exit to new pastures, you could do worse than to study the PRC WG who has refined it down to well under a minute.
When the band took a break, I made to leave and noticed one of the PRC’s waiting outside for an elusive taxi. She asked me if I would take her as she was cold and tired. ‘Sorry pet, I’m going in the opposite direction’. On walking back to my car I felt a pang of guilt by my meanness and drove round to Diggers to see if she was still waiting – she was. I took her back to Gudaibiya for which she was happier than I expected. She must have felt rough poor thing so I was pleased to do my good deed for the day.
I dropped her off by Le Vendôme and was strangely drawn by the bright lights of the Concord Hotel. I had intended to return home as I had work the next day but I felt good and hell it was my birthday (albeit a sad Billy no-mates kind of celebration). Into Concorde I went, past the café that I visited previously and into the lobby where I noticed an Ethiopian club – not the Ethiopian disco that I had visited next door – but a proper club with an Ethiopian band and dancers. How come I didn’t notice it before?
With no entrance fee and beer at BHD2 each, I took a seat and felt genuinely happy to take in the beautiful dancers and singer who could melt the heart of the grumpiest old fart. It reminded me of the African club I used to go to with a girlfriend in Abu Dhabi where you could just lose yourself in the bliss of the mesmerising beautiful smiles and uniquely enchanting music. The dancers in Concord do something I’ve seen in other Ethiopian clubs: They occasionally lock on to your gaze and hypnotise you with a sultry look then lure you in with a smile that turns your guts to puree. The Concord club is actually better because as well as dancing, the girls do a number of musical sketches with the male singers – very enjoyable.
So apologies if this is not really a report fitting of a sex guide forum but even with only a modest appreciation of Ethiopian culture, the club in Concorde might just be the best night you can have in Bahrain without taking your clothes off.
Tumbleweed and creaking doors
Helloooooooooooo!
I am alone here?
There are doors banging in the breeze and tumbleweed rolling down the mainstreet of ISG Bahrain.
This is spooky.
