Free Sin City by Harold Robbins

irresistible eyes. Unlike her daughter’s, they were small and secretive, her eyelids like temple doors. I had to admit I went for women from the mysterious East.
    I followed her into the apartment, toward the cubbyhole-hallway at the intersection of the living room and the doors to the bathroom and bedroom.
    â€œWhat ya need, Suke?”
    â€œNo light.” She showed me a new lightbulb. A glass light cover would have to be removed to change the bulb. She had a flimsy wooden stool beneath the light.
    â€œNo problem.” I started to get on the stool and she stopped me.
    â€œStool too weak for you. You hold stool, I screw.”
    â€œOkay …”
    I knelt by the stool and held it with both hands. She put her hand on my head to steady herself as she climbed onto the stool. My blood instantly heated from the smell of jasmine and the warmth that radiated from her.
    She stood upright on the stool. Her short, thin-strapped black dress only came halfway down her thighs, exposing her copper-toned bare
legs, which were firm and smooth and shined as if she had nylons on. When she reached up to fiddle with the little screws that held on the glass cover, her short dress went up and I saw her black panties covering her crotch. I didn’t know if it was my shaking hands or the shaky stool, but she lost her balance and started teetering.
    I stood up, grabbing her bare legs. She fell against me and slid down. I kept my hands around her and she slipped through them, my hands going up her bare legs and into her dress until I had a handful of bun in each hand by the time her feet hit the floor. She looked up at me, her mysterious eyes barely open. Her little breasts were pressed against my chest. She said something, I wasn’t sure what. My hands were burning, brain frying. The smell of her jasmine perfume stole my mind. I squeezed her buns. She stood on tiptoes and pulled my head down with her hands. Her lips were hot and wet and tasted like sex as she pushed her tongue into my mouth.
    When she pulled back, I was almost breathless and just stared at her, my throbbing penis ready to burst. A shoulder strap had slipped down and her breast was exposed. I felt its sexual message down to my toes. She smiled and kissed me again with her wet lips as she pulled down the other shoulder strap. I put my hand on the exposed breast but she pulled it away and led my head down to it. I kissed her breast and tasted her nipple with my tongue. The guys at school were all breast men, the bigger the better they said, but I always thought that anything more than a mouthful was a waste.
    I was shaky and scared and needed to release. My dick pressed against my pants so hard it hurt.
    Suddenly her hand went down inside my pants and she grabbed my penis. “Nooo!” I cried. I leaned against her as the volcano in my pants erupted.
    â€œIt’s okay,” she whispered. “Boys can have many times.”
    She led me into the bedroom and to her bed. She quickly pulled her dress over her head and stood before me, breasts naked, wearing only bikini panties. I fumbled off my clothes, all except my underwear. I was a cherry, nervous as hell, and had already pre-ejaculated.
    She came and put her arms around me and rubbed her naked breasts against my chest, then pulled down my shorts. I stepped out of them and tried to steer her onto the bed, but she slipped from my grasp and pushed me down on the bed, on my back. Working at the
top of my head, she started kissing me, licking my neck, going down to each of my nipples. I thought breast-fucking was only what guys did to girls, but I was wrong. When her erotic tongue teased my nipples, I felt it down to my toes.
    Her tongue continued down my stomach, then to my penis, still limp. She held it up and kissed under it, running her tongue over my testicles and sucking my balls, then coming up and putting my whole penis in her mouth. As she sucked on my penis, it started to stiffen and get