Rome c.1988
My dad was attending a conference in Rome and took me along with him. I was but 16 and at that stage where even a cartoon would get my hormones bubbling, so when I saw the elegant girls of Roma in their tight sweaters and short skirts, I was perpetually priapic.

One evening, I was sitting in the hotel lobby perving at an Italian magazine (which seemed to be something like Newsweek, but with more bikinis) when I noticed a woman sitting opposite me weeping silently. I say woman - she was probably 21 and looked very sophisticated.

She was also gorgeous. Think Monica Bellucci in a black suit and white shirt with one too many buttons undone. She smelled of expensive perfume and had a lot of leg showing through a deep slit in her pencil skirt. My teenage boner was straining at my shorts within seconds.

Being the chivalrous kind, I went to the cafe, ordered an espresso and took it to her with a lame expression of consolation. She smiled through her tears and touched my arm with slender, red-nailed fingers, muttering something that sounded like gratitude. It might as well have been an electric shock. She dabbed away the tears with a tissue and appraised me.

Did she see the rigid cock twitching at my fly? Was it that that made her stand, take my hand and lead me up to room 304 where she closed the door behind us? By now I was having palpitations and my cock was like granite. She started to strip, taking off each item until she stood there in stockings, g-string and bra. Her body was what I'd been dreaming of for the last few years. Then she undressed me as we stood beside the bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and regarded my swollen weapon. She squeezed it with those delicate hands and made a few preparatory strokes so that a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Smiling, she applied the tip of her tongue to the bead and I watched with goggling eyes as that silvered filament stretched between my dong and her mouth. She wound it around her tongue while maintaining eye contact. I was going to come any second just from looking at it, but she seemed to know as much and took me full in her hot mouth, sucking and tonguing as I gushed forth across her tonsils.

Then she lay back on the bed, slipped out of her bra (gah!) and motioned for me to pull down her pants. With trembling hands, I did so. And beheld my first shaved lady parts. Remembering what I had read in numerous smut mags, I applied myself busily to her clit and lapped away as she writhed her hips.

Then she grabbed my hair and implored me - so I understood - to plunge my still rigid weapon deep into her molten wetness. I did, and felt the muscles there sucking at my bell as I thrust frenziedly, staring with amazement at the motion her perfect tits.

Well, it went on for a while longer, including a variety of positions and then I left her sleeping to return to the lobby, where my dad was supposed to meet me. Presently, he arrived and I asked him: "Dad, have you ever seen that dark haired girl who sometimes sits in the lobby here?"

"Ha! Don't have anything to do with her, son! She's a high class pro who services the ultra-rich. £500 a time, I've heard."

My throbbing dong and depleted nuts glowed with the satisfaction of a freebie well earned.
(frankspencer, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:21, 10 replies)

QOTW playboy letter writers.
THIS, is the standard of lying to aspire to.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:25, closed)

i must enter a subject
yawn
(electrogirl no one thinks about the implications of a clown su, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:27, closed)

I note, electrogirl
that your posts thus far have not exactly set the world on fire. Step up with something entertaining if I'm boring you...
(frankspencer, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:30, closed)

Donnie Darko fans
Forget "cellar door", the most perfect sentence in the English language must be:

"She sat on the edge of the bed and regarded my swollen weapon..."
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:33, closed)

I never can understand people who voice their dissent at posts.
The kind folks at b3ta have given an 'ignore' button for us to blank out the people we dont really care to hear from, I suggest people that dont like this sort of thing use it, and leave the rest of us to enjoy the pornographic muse that Frankspencer posts in peace.

First rate, Frank my boy - your literary work with the glistening bead of pre-cum was world-class. Never has porn made me laugh myself into a state of advanced trouser micturation.
(Vic Flange, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 9:53, closed)

Excellent work Frank
Electrogirl - hang your head in shame.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 9 Nov 2007, 10:04, closed)

again i must enter a subject
fair point frankspencer

i personally prefer the stories that ring true, thats just my opinion.

is the reply button just for heaping praise? i'm confused. cos i have noticed he does receive quite a lot, i didn't think one lone voice would provoke such a reaction....jeez

i don't wish to ignore all frankspencers stories i have found some of them amusing, this one tough, its just not my cup of tea.
(electrogirl no one thinks about the implications of a clown su, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 10:21, closed)

You certainly know how to tell it!
Damn some of the sentences are well worded, and it also gave me a stiffy, i guess i can count that as a freebie. Cheers!
( RiverBlues Hello, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 11:32, closed)

Personally I think
constructive criticism is fine, but whingeing is just bad form. In my experience, b3ta's QOTWats* are generally quite a nice bunch as well, so fluffy praise usually goes down well (as does Ms Swipe, or so I've been led to believe)

Nice story too frank, a chucklesome return to form!

* I believe Emily Bruce-Dickinson coined this wonderful label
( chart cat has an itch, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 12:12, closed)

This happened to me too
No seriously, it did!
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Sun 11 Nov 2007, 16:11, closed)