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From: Don <roscoeny38@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} New Courtesan Pt III    MF rom
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Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 05:10:04 -0400
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	Meghan stayed with Mr. Wesley for four years, which was far
longer than most.  Contrary to Sarah's prediction, she did not
get tired of the life style.  She enjoyed the travel and the
different men.   She liked the sex unless the man was too clumsy
satisfy her, in which case she always had access to Mr. Wesley or
her vibrator. She never faked an orgasm. 
	It ended when she fell in love.  She met Tony Ribaldo at one of
Mr. Wesley's parties.  Tony was born in Italy, but had been
educated in the United States.  He had just made partner in a
firm specializing in international contract law.  When they met,
they each felt that the other was the sexiest person they had
ever seen.
	"Piacere," Meghan said, when introduced. 
	"Piacere."
	Although Mr. Wesley had planned for her to sleep with someone
else, he easily changed arrangements for them to be together. 
The sex was wonderful.   
	The next day, Tony asked, "I have to see you again. How can I
call you?"
	"Just call me at Mr. Wesley's house in the city."
	"He won't mind?"
	"Of course not. He doesn't own me.  I'm just his employee."
	They arranged to have dinner together a few nights later.  They
want to an upscale Tuscan restaurant, where they both ordered in
Italian. 
	Meghan said,  "This is the first real date I been on that does
not involve Mr. Wesley." 
	They talked about what Tony did and about the various people
Meghan met in her travels.  At the end of the evening she said,
"I can't bring you up.  Mr. Wesley will be there."
	"Do you want a drink at my place?"
	"Sure."
	Tony lived in one bedroom apartment in luxury high-rise.  When
they arrived, he asked, "Do you want some wine?"
	"Yes.  A sauvignon blanc, if you have it."
	"Of course, my dear."
	He poured two glasses, put some music on the stereo, and gave
her the drink.   
	She asked, "That's Mozart, right?"
	"Right.  It's a scene from the 'Marriage of Figaro'."
	"I love opera."
	They stood by the window, observing the city below.   He turned
to her and gave her a passionate embrace.
	He said, "Meghan, I think you are the prettiest woman I've ever
met.   I want you more than anything."
	She whispered, "Yes!  I want you too."
	He lifted the back of her blouse, to feel her warm skin.   He
tried to unbutton the blouse, while she tried to unbutton his
shirt.   Stopped trying to undress her, and lead her into the
bedroom.   They each removed their outer clothes, and resumed
kissing and caressing each other.  He pulled her onto the bed,
and unhooked her bra.  He pulled off his t-shirt, until each was
naked except for the shorts and panties.
	He feasted on her sensitive nipples.
	He said, "Let's take our time. I want to make this last."
	She pulled down his shorts and tossed them onto the floor.  
	She said, "I love your cock.  It's so big and strong, like
you."
	She gently sucked and fondled it.  He was even bigger than Mr.
Wesley, and he had a lot more stamina.   She then rolled over to
let him remove her panties.   They played with each other for a
while, alternating who was on top and active. 
	Finally she said,  "Enough play.  I need to have you in me,
stuffing my quim."
	He entered her easily.  He alternated his pace, making it better
for her.  He wanted to give her a thrilling ride. 
	He said, "You are so great.  I want to indulge in your body all
night."
	She yelled, "Do me, lover. This is so good."
	He brought her to the edge several times, and put her over
several times, before releasing himself.  But even after he came,
he did not relax.  He rolled over on his back, pulling her with
him. 
	He said, "Ride me, Meghan.  Make it last for you."
	She moved over him, pushing up and down, until he kept pace with
her.  She impaled herself on his rod.  Soon, her body was in
ecstasy again. 
	He said, "I can luxuriate in you for hours."
  	He resumed moving inside her.  He kept his erection even after
he filled her with cum again.  They stayed together throughout
the night, bringing each other off repeatedly.
	By morning, he called his office indicating he would by late. 
He made breakfast of bacon and eggs.   They showered, washing
each other off, paying special attention to his prick and her
bush.   
	He said,  "You are too much.  I have to have you again. I never
want to let you go."
	He pinned her to the wall of the shower, and knelt slightly
until he was beneath her.  He then came up under her and entered
again.   She put her legs around his waist, until she was
supported entirely by his body.  She readily yielded to his
thrusts, even though she could not respond in kind.  They
continued until they were virtually exhausted.   They went back
to bed, and rested comfortably in each other's arms.
	Meghan and Tony went out several times that week and the next.
Each time, they rapidly undressed and climbed on the bed.  They
fondled each other to the peak of excitement.  If she were very
horny, she would ask to be taken from behind.
	He asked, "Do you want me to take you like a slut?"
	"Yes. I want to be your slut.  Just for you."
	Meghan decided that Tony was her ideal man.   He was
intelligent, thoughtful, handsome, and great in bed.  He treated
her like a lady. They discovered they had similar tastes in art,
music, food, and even religion.  The few times Mr. Wesley
required her services, she was able to make excuses.
	During one dinner, Tony asked about her relationship with Mr.
Wesley.
	She said, "Frankly, I think he's getting tired of me.  We hardly
have sex any more."
	"That's good."
	"I thing he is looking for a replacement.  However, he needs me,
because I'm too smart.  I know all the languages of his clients.
He offered to set me up as a personal escort, so he could find
someone else.  If I did that I could make more money.  I was
tempted, but I'm not in this for the money. I'm in it for the
thrill.  Fortunately, I met you just in time.  I'm not one of
your modern girls.   I like to have a man like you take care of
me."
	"In that case, I have a surprise for you.  I have tickets for
the opera for next week."

	"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I can do that. Even though I would
rather be with you, I promised Mr. Wesley I'd go to Paris with
him next week."
	Tony suddenly turned very angry, slamming his fist on the
table.
	"Dammit.  You can't go fuck the Frechies like some cheap whore.
I want you to be mine forever.  I love you, but if you go to
Paris, I never want to see you again."
	"Tony, you can't insult me like that.  You know what I do, and
what I am."
	"I'm sorry."
	"I am not a cheap whore.  I am a very expensive whore, although
I would prefer to be called a courtesan.   I fly in private jets,
stay at five star hotels, and eat and the best restaurants.   I
meet the movers and shakers of government and business, and often
get moved and shaken myself.  You want me to give that up for a
chance at true love?   Where would I live?  What would I do?"
	"You would stay with me.  It's not a country estate or a
penthouse suite, but it isn't shabby.   I never want to loose
you.  What do you want?  What would I have to do to get you to
not go to France and live with me?"
	She replied, wistfully, "I'd love to go back to college and get
my degree.  I'm tired of being considered an air-head bimba
because I just went to a junior college."
	"Bimba?  Don't you mean bimbo?	"Bimbo is masculine.  You know
Italian."
	"You are definitely not an air head."
	"I think I know how to handle Mr. Wesley."
	She went back to his house.  
	He asked, "Where have you been?  Why aren't you here when I need
you?"
	"I met someone."
	"Is it Tony Ribaldo?"
	"Yes."
	"Then the rumors are true.  You can't abandon me now.  We have
an important deal coming up in Paris.  It could be worth
millions.  I need you there.  Please."
	"You can't ask me to cheat on my new boy friend.  I will
accompany to Paris, on three conditions. One, no sex.  Two, you
will pay me twenty-five thousand dollars, which is just a
fraction of what the deal is worth.  And three, Tony can come
with us.   He is a very good contract lawyer.  He could help you,
if you help me." 
	Meghan felt good that she finally had some power over the man
who had dominated her life for four years.
	"It's a deal."
	Mr. Wesley realized that he could always get a whore for sex,
but it would take months to train one to handle the business
negotiations.
	Tony agreed to join them if he could charge his contacts in
France to billable hours.	
	When they returned from Paris, Meghan moved her few material
possessions to Tony's apartment.   Mr. Wesley hired her as a
thousand dollars a day consultant.  True to his word, Tony paid
for her to finish her degree.  She considered getting an MBA, but
instead went to work for a public relations firm.  
	After living together for two years. Meghan and Tony were
married in a small church service.  They were both nominal
Catholics who disdained the dogma, but nostalgically appreciated
the ritual.  Even his parents came over from Italy for the
service. 
	After they were married, just for variety, they occasionally
played switches with other couples they knew. But they never
found a better lover, and they never cheated or had a secret
affair.  Eventually, they had two daughters, whom Meghan was
delighted to stay at home a raise, since the girls were the
monuments to her love and passion.  
		
	
	
 

	
	
	

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