Lost in Translation (Part #2)

This is Part #2 of a story about a translator hired for a long-term job in Ecuador. He discovers his high sex drive and the cheap brothels go together nicely!

[Author’s Note: This is a continuation of an earlier fictional tale obviously titled “Lost in Translation.” That story introduced Charles Bradford of Canada. Despite growing up in a completely anglophone household, at age five Charles was already a foreign language prodigy. As a preteen he developed a fixation unrelated to languages. Charles enjoyed cavorting with the neighborhood girls! Charles had the ability to sweettalk them into nude swims and other similar fun and erotic activities with him. At age 25, in 1963, Charles was offered a lucrative job by Gregory Fleming, an old high school classmate who was now a mining magnate. (He owned three mines in Ecuador where all their records had to be translated from several foreign languages into English.) Gregory promised Charles at least a decade of high-paying work that was ideal for him. Upon arriving in South America, Charles’ enthusiasm for his new job was only surpassed by his sex drive—especially when he found out that near every mine was at least one inexpensive brothel where he could spend his free time fucking comely hookers to his heart’s content. As in the first story, Charles is the first-person narrator.]

Part One

I was already loving my new job in Ecuador—and it had hardly begun! It required me to do something I already could easily spend hours upon hours doing for fun: translating documents from one language to another. And I was being paid well for doing it! Gregory Fleming, my boss, had told me that my broad, long-term task was to translate every document in the offices of his three mines—and at the company’s headquarters in Quito—into English. There were basically no further guidelines. I could proceed however I chose and there was no priority or sequence I had to follow.

After touring all the facilities, I figured the best way to do this job was to spend a week at one mine, then move to the next mine for a week, then to the third mine, and finally work at the company’s headquarters for the fourth week. Then I would start the cycle over again. I had been allotted living quarters in all four locales, but I seldom could be found there because I spent almost every minute of free time frolicking at the nearby brothels that existed primarily to cater to the miners. Gregory had treated me to a romp at one of the whorehouses during my first week in Ecuador. I was so thoroughly satisfied with the girls, the sex, and the ridiculously cheap prices—just $6 to fuck a local beauty without a condom—that there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

Instead of my strong sex drive hurting my job performance, it strangely seemed to help it! My productivity exceeded Gregory’s expectations—and my work, I must say, was impeccable. I was also very diligent in making sure there was a filing system put into place that kept every original document alongside copies of its English translations that had been typed in triplicate. It was a system I envisioned and then put into use. I tried my best to be a terrific and invaluable employee from the get-go.

Part Two

After a full day’s work at Mine #1, I decided to visit the same nearby brothel that the local miners often frequented. My fluency in Spanish made it easy for me to choose Girl #9, a dazzling brunette hooker with slightly oversized breasts but with the slim frame of a ballet dancer. She looked to be approximately 18 years old. I happily paid the $6 fee for condomless sex in American money—which seemed to be the currency of choice in every Ecuadorian whorehouse—and walked hand-in-hand with this totally desirable female who guided me to a vacant room.

Girl #9 disrobed me and then herself. She made a point of rubbing her tits against my face—which was an excellent start! I felt compelled to suck on them for a few delightful moments. Girl #9 performed fellatio on me that got my penis wonderfully aroused. For the next hour, I took control of the carnal encounter, mounting this busty trollop for a classic missionary fuck that climaxed with a sizable cum shot into her warm pussy. I paused for a minute or two to snuggle up with his pretty bedmate—and then I zealously mounted her again, thrusting my stiff rod in and out of her until I ejaculated a second time. I quickly pulled my cum-covered dick out of Girl #9’s vagina and placed it in her mouth. She got the general idea, and orally stimulated my manhood until I was hard again. This final time the penetration was from behind. It took some effort, but I had enough stamina left for another, albeit small, ejaculation. I was exhausted by my carnal exertions, but I was exhilarated at the same time.

“Please visit us again,” the manager said to me as I happily departed the premises.

“You can definitely count on it!” I replied. “Tomorrow...and the next day...and the day after that.” I tried my best to be true to my word. In all, I visited that brothel six times in seven days. (Hey, I needed a rest every once in a while.) For the sake of variety, I made a point of selecting a new girl each night. They were all terrific fucks. I had no complaints with any of them.

Gregory was receiving positive reviews from other prominent employees regarding how much I was accomplishing in his office at Mine #1. I was diligently proceeding through the mountain of documents at about twice the speed Gregory had anticipated I would with high-quality translations every time. Gregory phoned me to express his admiration. I thanked Gregory for the compliments he was giving me. Then we two men of the world discussed our shared passion: Ecuadorian hookers. Of course, we got into a detailed conversation about the merits of the nearby brothel. Gregory was dumbfounded to hear about my insatiable and remarkable nocturnal exploits. (I later learned Gregory even telephoned the brothel to speak to its manager to confirm I was telling him the truth!)

As per the schedule I designed, I traveled by helicopter to Mine #2 the next day. When I checked in with the manager there, the man said, “I have something for you” and handed me a sealed envelope that had come from the company's headquarters in Quito. It contained a hand-written message from Gregory. It read,

“Charles, I’m thrilled beyond words by the excellent job you’ve done so far for this company—and in such a short time. Well done, my friend! In response, I’m giving you an ongoing bonus. Henceforth, all your brothel fees will be paid for by me no matter where you are. Their respective managers have all been apprised of this arrangement. Just tell the brothel manager who you are and the bill will be settled by this company instead of you. Strange as it may seem, all your screwing obviously makes you an excellent employee. Now get on with your translating...and fucking. Warm regards, Gregory.”

I was, of course, delighted by Gregory’s thoughtful gesture.

Part Three

That night I ventured to the brothel closest to Mine #2 to see if they had been notified of my “special client” status. They had indeed. I was recognized and warmly greeted as “Mr. Charles Bradford” just seconds after walking through the front door. (Apparently the brothel had received a recent photo of me from Gregory.)

“Are you here for another night of carnal fun, sir?” I was asked by the manager on duty.

“Absolutely. A day without fucking a beautiful girl is like a day without sunshine!” I stated.

“Very good, sir,” he replied. “How many of our girls do you want tonight?”

That question startled me. I honestly had never considered bedding down with more than one prostitute at a time. After a moment of two of pensive consideration, I said, “I guess two for tonight would be fine.”

“May I suggest girls #7 and #23, ” the manager offered. “They often work together and get very positive reviews from their satisfied customers.”

I quickly scanned the “bullpen” of available hookers. Within a few seconds I saw those two specific girls. Both were appealingly busty. One was a medium-height blonde; the other was a petite brunette. Both looked wonderfully fuckable to me. They were summoned to meet me in the waiting room. “Two girls for a single VIP client,” they were told. “Do your best work to please this important man in every way.” They seemed eager to begin as each girl took one of my arms and led me down the hallway to something akin to paradise.

I was 25 years old. I had been sexually active since the age of ten. (I was an early starter!) This was the first time in my 15 years of fucking that I’d had two girls at once. I was a little bit overwhelmed by the whole concept of a threesome, so I just let the two hookers run the show. I was certain I’d enjoy whatever they wanted to do for and with me. I was not disappointed.

The two girls told me they were both 19 years old. (Who was I to dispute that?) Both were stunningly gorgeous in their birthday suits. Both had the same type of natural breasts that were firm and round. Both had shaved their pussies. They smelled of strawberry-scented soap, which was a nice touch. I disrobed in record time and took a comfortable position in the center of the bed. Girl #7 straddled my upper torso and laid her tits against my face. Girl #23 began stimulating my penis—which needed no stimulation whatsoever. I was already as hard as a steel rod. I merrily sucked on two hard nipples while I myself was getting sucked. This threesome thing was alright! I honestly told Girl #7 that she had the best tits I had ever fondled in my life. Seconds later she told me. “You can compare them to hers” and the girls switched positions. There honestly was little to choose between the two of them. They both had perfect, desirable bodies and wonderfully luscious boobs.

I was having the time of my life, but I wanted to fuck before blasting a cum shot. I finally said, “Girls this is great fun, but I came here to fuck. Let’s figure out a way to keep all three of us occupied. They obviously had great experience in such matters. I lied on my back. Girl #7 mounted me and shoved my rod up her warm pussy. Girl #23 began passionately kissing me. “Does this work for you?” the latter trollop asked me between smooches.

I was almost too enthralled to answer. I finally said in a soft voice, “Oh, yes it does. It definitely does.” Five or six minutes later I unloaded a sperm geyser inside her cunt as Girl #23 and I passionately locked lips. Usually, I moan or grunt at least slightly whenever I ejaculate, but this time I shot my big load in total silence. Nevertheless, the feeling was marvelous.

These girls were such a turn-on to me that my penis was hard again within 15 minutes. The girls simply switched their positions on me, with #7 now providing the kisses and #23 providing her vagina. A quarter hour later I had come again. This time I exuded a slight squeal of delight when my stiff rod did its thing and fired a dose of semen exactly where it is supposed to go.

It occurred to me that since I was no longer paying for these terrific sexual services, that there was no constraining time limit on me, either. Presumably, I could have these two wonderful, nubile girls as my bedmates for the entire night, if I so desired. (Yes, I so desired!) About two hours into our threesome, I fell peacefully asleep, the most content I had ever been in my young life. I awoke three hours later with one girl cuddled up on either side of me, peacefully snoozing. I let Girl #23 alone, but I gently roused Girl #7 out of her slumber. I pointed at my hard dick, revived by my power nap, and fucked her rather roughly until I ejaculated again. I thanked her, not with words, but with a tender kiss on her left cheek—and we both fell asleep for another four hours.

At about 7 a.m. the three of us woke up at just about the same time. “Want to fuck some more?” asked Girl #23 after she had yawned.

“No, ” I reluctantly said. “I better save some of my strength for tonight when I return.” The girls’ marvelous, firm tits were still highly appealing to me, though, so I helped myself to long gropes of both their racks before we said our goodbyes. I made a mental note that the next time I had a romp with these two harlots—and I definitely planned to have a return engagement—I’d come on their tits at least once. It was certainly something I already looked forward to doing.

A new manager was on duty when I awoke. Even though it was just past 7 a.m., the brothel was already a busy place. Some miners had just finished their night shifts and were eagerly starting to drop in to do their business. Who could fault them?

When the manager saw me, he asked if I had enjoyed my two girls. “Yes, many times!” I noted. I apologized for falling asleep. I assured him it was accidental; I had not intended to stay all night.

“This is not a problem. Your bill will be settled and the girls were paid for the time they spent with you. If you literally sleep with or fuck them, their hourly rate does not change. It is still the same.”

“Perhaps I should plan on just sleeping here every night I drop in,” I suggested. “It’s wonderful and relaxing to sleep with a beautiful young woman or two. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I can quickly have another fuck because I have a girl sharing the bed with me.”

“That can be arranged, sir,” he said. “That’s entirely up to you. You are under no time limit when you come here. You can stay for an hour, five hours, or ten hours. Whatever makes you happy makes us happy, too”

During that week I was at Mine #2, I visited that brothel five times. I had the dynamic duo of Girl #7 and #23 for a repeat performance. We literally did the same thing again—and it was just as enjoyable the second time around. This time, however, when I awoke at 3:30 a.m., I roused Girl #23 from her sleep and gave her a doggie-style fuck while Girl #7 obliviously slept beside us. I pulled out before I climaxed and, keeping my own promise, I shot a rope of hot goo across Girl #23’s chest. The white strands of my jism dangling from her tits was a fabulous sight to behold.

Part Four

On my last night at Mine #2, I was feeling extremely horny. A romp at the brothel was absolutely necessary. I practically sprinted there when I had done my last translation of the day.

“Two girls tonight, sir?” the night manager asked me.

“No,” I said. “One will suffice. Do you have any new girls I haven’t seen before?”

“As a matter of fact,” he began, “We have a first-time girl here tonight. She was just hired this afternoon. You can’t get much newer than that! She’s wearing #28. Perhaps you’d fancy her. Take a look.”

I fancied her indeed! She was a pretty, black-haired lass with an attractive but not overwhelming figure. She looked like the proverbial girl-next-door. It occurred to me that she looked a little bit like an old middle school classmate of mine named Angela Passarell. (Angela was a shy girl I’d hoped to convince to go for a nude swim with me in 1953, but my advances fell on deaf ears.) A decade later, however, I was going to screw her lookalike.

“She is 18, but she is completely inexperienced at this, so don’t expect her to be especially talented in bed, sir. If you choose her, please be patient and understanding with her.”

“Absolutely!” I said. “I want her...and I’ll be patient and understanding.” Since I found innocence highly arousing in females, I would also give her a serious fucking.

She came into the waiting room to meet me. She was the most nervous-looking hooker I had seen since I had arrived in Ecuador. Presumably, all the other girls I’d bedded were well experienced in pleasing men sexually. This girl exuded none of that. That just made me hornier!

Girl #28 and I walked, holding hands, to the room we had been assigned. She was about 5’4” tall. We sat on the bed for a while without saying a word. I finally broke the silence. “I understand you are new here, ” I said.

“Yes, tonight is my first shift here—and you are my first customer. I hope I will please you sexually.” A small smile came to her lips.

“Of course you will,” I responded. “Let’s disrobe and do what comes naturally. I will try my best to be a true gentleman when we fuck.” I really didn’t know what that statement meant, but it sounded both sincere and reassuring. I had been using similar lines on girls back in Canada since the fifth grade with varying degrees of success.

“Kindly allow me to undress you, ” I stated. Girl #28 nodded her consent. “You are beautiful and sexy to me.”

She truly was. Her breasts were smaller than the typical hooker at this establishment, but they were firm and perky. She had protruding nipples which I immediately began to suck on. Girl #28 seemed to enjoy the foreplay. She began to relax. When I removed her blue panties with a star motif, she had a delightful vaginal area. Since I was her first-ever customer, I had no qualms about licking her private part. (If I had been her hundredth customer, I assuredly would have passed on that!) The thought that I might soon be fucking a virgin got me hard in a hurry. I couldn’t wait to get down to business.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart, ” I instructed her. “I want to penetrate your beautiful pussy. My dick can’t wait!”

She complied and I promptly mounted her. I placed my rod at the opening of her vagina, which was slightly hairy. I slowly shoved it in. She winced when penetration began, but only for a moment. As I shoved my dick further inside her wonderfully tight snatch, she sighed happily. I responded with long, slow thrusts. Then I switched to short but fast ones. Within a few seconds I was fucking her like a madman. Any semblance of gentleness on my part (and with my part!) went swiftly out the window, but Girl #28 didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

I played with her tits as I rode her. They jiggled nicely as my fucking went into a rhythm. Finally, I fired a blast of hot semen inside her. “Wow!” I yelled with delight. “You have a great pussy. I could fuck it all night. In fact, I think I will!”

“Thank you, sir!” she exclaimed with excitement. “That was great fun! I think I’ll like this job. I hope every customer fucks just like you do—and I’ll be a happy prostitute.”

We did fuck all night—until we both fell asleep at about 3 a.m. I woke her up at 6 a.m. for a final act of coitus. I fucked her while I was standing up and she was bent over the side of the bed. As I thrusted merrily, I visualized my sperm impregnating her—which caused me to have my third orgasm of the romp. When I reluctantly pulled out, we kissed romantically and I wished her well.

I had the company’s helicopter booked for 8 a.m. There was one more mine—and one more brothel—for me to visit in my work cycle. Indeed, I was loving my new translating job in Ecuador more and more each day!