Lost in Translation (Part #4)

This is the final installment about the sexual exploits of a Canadian linguist working in Ecuador. He's a great translator--and a prolific whorehouse client!

Set in 1963, this is the fourth and final installment of a serial. The stories focus on a gifted Canadian linguist named Charles Ranford. Known since his childhood days as a prodigy who could learn and master foreign languages in a hurry, at age 25, Charles is hired by an old high school chum, Gregory Fleming, who has become a mining magnate. Three mines he has recently acquired in Ecuador all need their old records and documents translated in to English. Offered excellent pay, plenty of perquisites, and the freedom to create his own schedule, Charles accepts the job. He circulates between the three mines and the company’s headquarters in Quito, spending a week at a time at each venue before moving on to the next one. Charles has an insatiable sex drive. The brothels located near the mines to relieve the miners’ carnal desires provide him with plenty of girls for his almost-nightly romps. His cavorting doesn’t seem to harm his work output in the slightest—in fact, the opposite is true—so Gregory’s mining company happily pays Charles’ brothel fees. It’s a situation where everyone wins! This story picks up its plot after Charles becomes enthralled with a young, beautiful and sensuous hooker named Aurora, whose services he books every night for a week. You are encouraged to read the first three stories in their entirety.

Part One

True to his word, Charles did not miss visiting Aurora’s place of employment a single night of the week he spent doing his translating job at Mine #3. As per his instructions, the gorgeous trollop enthusiastically greeted him at 6 o’clock each evening clad in a tiny bikini that accentuated her busty frame. For the sake of variety, Aurora changed swimsuit colors four times. It hardly mattered because she did not have any of them on for long. By 6:05 p.m., she and Charles were always nude, blissfully wrapped in each other’s arms in the king-size bed in the brothel’s VIP room.

Charles treasured those nights with Aurora. She was truly special. She was the only hooker whose name he had bothered to learn. The rest were just ID numbers to him. As a twosome, they always began their sexual encounter the same way: Charles enjoying sucking on Aurora’s terrifically firm tits to get warmed up, and Aurora then enthusiastically performing fellatio on Charles who hardly needed the additional stimulation of his stiff rod. Then Charles invariably took charge of the encounter.

Over the course of their week of screwing, they tried most every sexual position known to humanity—and some that were probably unique to this couple. Charles discovered that Aurora’s dimensions made side-by-side the most enjoyable position of penetration as he could comfortably fuck her pussy merrily while caressing her highly desirable tits. It was never tedious, but when that form of sexual intimacy became too routine for the translator, Aurora would happily ride Charles’ dick, facing him, then facing away from him. Sometimes they copulated standing up, with Aurora bent over the end of the bed. Sometimes they screwed with Charles standing up and embracing the diminutive hooker in his arms. They did it all. One time Aurora did something akin to a handstand. With her feet in the air and her head touching the floor, Charles attempted to fuck her from a standing position. It was so comically awkward it did not last long as both of them began laughing.

Without exception, Charles held his ejaculation until he mounted Aurora in the missionary position. When he pinned Aurora on the mattress in that fashion, they both knew a huge cum shot was imminent. Charles always delivered it with a joyful and contented groan. Is it any wonder that Charles considered himself the happiest man on the face of the earth?

All good things must end, however. Charles’ schedule—one he devised himself—called for him to be at the mining company’s headquarters the next day. A helicopter would pick him up at 10 a.m. to bring him there as swiftly as possible. According to the secretary at Mine #3, Gregory Fleming wanted to see Charles as soon as possible about “a recent development.” Charles became concerned. He sensed there was trouble brewing—and the last thing he wanted was for his good times to end.

Facing an uncertain future in the debauchery department, Charles made his last night with Aurora a memorable get-together. His fucking was especially vigorous—something that was quickly noticed and approved of by his bedmate—who actually liked rough intercourse every once in a while. That last night, Charles managed three ejaculations. Remarkably, the third one seemed the strongest of the bunch. As always, every drop of his semen was deposited in Aurora’s pussy. As Charles laid on top of his favorite prostitute, he softly uttered a few words to her in English—a language she did not understand. They were, “Aurora, my dear, you have been a wonderful fuck buddy. I hope this final blast of cum does its job and makes you pregnant.” (She did not ask for Charles to repeat himself in Spanish.) Then he kissed her very passionately. As he left the premises, Aurora rushed to give Charles a souvenir of their fabulous week of fucking. It was the tiny yellow bikini she had worn the first night he saw her. He gladly accepted the sexy memento. “I wonder if I can get this framed somewhere,” he said to Aurora with a lustful smile.

It was a pensive helicopter flight to Quito for Charles. He pondered what the main point of the special meeting with his boss would be. Maybe he had gone too far with his hooker visits. Maybe Gregory was going to draw a line on some or all of the related added expenses that were piling up. Maybe the nightly delivery of champagne and sandwiches to celebrate his romps with Aurora were a bit over the top. He’d learn what the issue was soon enough.

A limo met Charles at the company’s helipad to drive him a few hundred meters to the building where his boss’ office was located. Gregory waved him into a conference room to have a private chat. He got right down to business with his translator.

“I want to discuss two things with you,” Gregory informed Charles. Gregory had a poker face for a few seconds before breaking into an enormous smile. He opened a manila file folder and handed Charles a copy of one of the translations he had done at Mine #1 during the first week he had been in Ecuador. “Remember this document, Charles?” Gregory asked him.

Charles did indeed. “Oh, yes. That was the first translation that gave me a bit of trouble. I was unfamiliar with some of the terminologies in it. I think a few of the words used in it are somewhat antiquated now. I required some help from a German-speaker to ensure I had done the translation properly.” Charles paused for a moment and worriedly asked, “It was done properly, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Charles, it certainly was. Your translation was perfect, as usual,” Gregory stated. “You are working so fast that the managers here and at the mines are having a hard time getting through all your translations. They are starting to pile up on their desks. This document finally caught the attention of the manager of Mine #1 about four days ago. You’ll notice the date on it is April 24, 1911. Obviously, the mine was German-owned half a century ago. This document is a geologist’s report stating it was his expert opinion that a large area a few miles south of the mine had a very strong chance of being rich in silver. I’m sure you know that because you translated it into English.”

“Yes, I know what the report said,” Charles agreed.

Gregory continued, “For some reason, no one acted on this report in 1911. But I did! After I read your translation, our geologists made a few test drills. The evidence shows conclusively that this area has an abundance of silver just waiting to be mined by my company. We bought the land for next to nothing. We expect hundreds of millions of dollars of silver will eventually be extracted.”

Charles did not fully grasp the impact of Gregory’s statement. He merely replied, “I’m glad you approved of my translation, Gregory. You had me worried. I thought you might be angry with me about something.”

Gregory burst out laughing. “Did you not hear what I said, Charles? A document translation you made during your first week in this country will make us an enormous fortune! Accordingly, you must be rewarded. How does a lifetime contract at $100,000 a year, plus a share of the profits from that new strike sound to you? Of course, all your living and recreational expenses will continue to be covered by the company as well!”

Now Charles got the picture. He was easily set for life—in fact, several lives. “I’m overwhelmed,” he told Gregory. “I am indeed a lucky guy.”

Gregory placed a prepared contract in front of him. “As soon as you sign it, you’ll basically never have to pay for anything to do with food, housing, or transportation while you are in Ecuador. Of course, the costs of your favorite hobby—whoring—are covered too.” Charles picked up the pen offered to him and signed on the dotted line. Gregory did not shake Charles’ hand; he warmly embraced him instead.

Then something occurred to Charles. “Gregory, what was the second issue you wanted to discuss with me?”

“Oh, yes. The other thing…I’ve been looking at all your bills from the whorehouse near Mine #3. I see you’ve been living it up! Let’s see now…A week’s worth of 12-hour sessions, all with nightly food and drink deliveries for you and your favorite girl. You’ve been exploiting my generosity, my friend!”

“I thought you might be annoyed by that,” Charles apologized. “I guess I got carried away with having fun with Aurora. She is one great fuck. Sorry about that, Gregory. I’ll happily reimburse the company for my extra indulgences.”

“Ridiculous!” Gregory stated. “That’s peanuts when you consider how much silver just dropped into this company’s coffers because of your excellent work here.”

“So, what’s the issue?” a puzzled Charles inquired.

“You have plebeian tastes in champagne, Charles,” explained Gregory. “Shame on you for not being an oenophile! You were buying locally bottled third-rate wine. From now on, I want you to order only the best champagne for your whoring—not swill. Next time you must insist on the best French champagne! Anything less reflects badly on me as a gourmet. We can talk about it some more while we eat. Let’s go for brunch. Of course, I want to hear all about Aurora. She sounds utterly delightful!”

Part Two

Over brunch at a nearby restaurant, Charles, in great detail, did discuss the many pleasures Aurora provided and her wonderful personal attributes. Gregory laughed when Charles told him about the yellow bikini he was given by her as a souvenir of their weeklong screwing binges.
“I suppose you will begin to sample the talent at the brothel nearest our headquarters starting tonight. Am I right, Charles?”

Charles responded, “Well, to be totally frank with you, Gregory, I planned to give myself a night off from the hooker scene. I couldn’t bear not to bed Aurora on any of the nights I was at Mine #3. She gave me quite a good workout—especially on that last night. I need to be revived, so I might just sleep in my living quarters tonight, odd as that might seem.”

“Well now, you disappoint me, Charles,” Gregory said only half seriously. “I was hoping we could make a trip to the brothel together tonight as a further bonding experience. I guess we can do that tomorrow.”

As soon as brunch was finished, Charles immersed himself in his work, taking a pile of old documents written in Dutch that needed his skill as a translator. As usual, he was proceeding at a swift clip. He was still busily working away at the stack of papers at 10:30 p.m. when he got a phone call from Gregory.

“Are you crazy?” Gregory asked him. “You’ve done more than enough work on your first day here. Either go home to bed or go with me to the brothel. That’s where I’m heading in a few minutes.”

“Oh, so you are going without me,” Charles said. “Perhaps I misunderstood you at brunch today. I thought you were waiting to make the trip to the brothel with me.”

“That was my intention,” Gregory confessed, “but I have a strong stirring in my loins tonight. I need a release. Please, accompany me, Charles. You never know…you might meet the next Aurora there. Besides, I hear there’s a new face on the staff. She’s an auburn-haired cutie who seems to be your type.”

Charles replied with a devilish chuckle, “My type is basically any girl with a pulse, Gregory. You ought to know that by now. Of course, the prettier she is, the better I’ll like her. Okay, you’ve talked me into it.”

“A limo will pick you up in about 10 minutes. I’ll be in it, and I’ll be saving a seat for you.”

Part Three

During the brief car ride to the brothel, Charles and Gregory chatted about the latter’s open marriage. Gregory had a wife and small child in Winnipeg, but he had an arrangement with his spouse that they could both be sexually active with others due to his long absences from home. “According to reports I’ve been getting, my wife has been about a celibate as I have,” Gregory confessed. “That’s why I have no guilty feelings whatsoever about spending quality time at a brothel. For all I know she might be satisfying three bedmates this very minute!”

“Hey, who am I to judge such things?” Charles asked philosophically. “What’s the old saying? One must cultivate one’s own garden.”

“I guess so,” Gregory retorted. “I plan on plowing one of the girls here tonight.”

Charles laughed at the crude analogy and said, “Since this is your idea, you can have a romp with that auburn-haired beauty you mentioned, if she’s available tonight. I’ll choose someone else. I can always get her on the rebound later in the week.”

Sure enough, the brothel did have a fairly new employee who had spectacular auburn hair and other features that instantly drew attention to her. She had #17 on her tight-fitting white t-shirt. Gregory immediately told the manager he’d have her. Charles surprised his boss by selecting a rather nondescript girl wearing #6

“What’s so appealing about her?” Gregory asked him. It was a legitimate question. A short, chunky black-haired girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties, she was almost certainly the least spectacular female on that night’s roster of available talent.

“That is the point,” Charles informed him. “Lately I’ve been enjoying the prettiest girls at every brothel. Aurora was the latest example. They always get the most attention. The ones at the opposite end of the bell curve, I believe, are likely to be extra passionate in bed because they don’t get chosen as much. I want to see if my theory about that is valid.”

“Your interest in social science is admirable, Charles. It truly is,” joked Gregory. “I hope you are right. Enjoy yourself. I know I will.” A few moments later boss and employee were strolling on their way to separate rooms with the harlots of their choice.

Girl #6 had heard Charles speak English to Gregory. She tried her best to use that language. “I fuck you good tonight, mister. Your dick will come hard,” she told him. To her surprise, Charles replied in perfect Spanish so that became the language of the evening.

Charles’ pet theory proved to be very correct. Within a few seconds of him shutting and locking the door behind him, Girl #6 had already disrobed—and began working on removing Charles’ shirt and trousers. Charles happily let her do it. Despite her rather plain appearance, Girl #6 was pleasantly busty for her small frame. Her tits sexily jiggled as she removed Charles’ clothing. She was no taller than 5’2”, so Charles towered over her.

Once Charles was totally nude, Girl #6 kneeled in front of him to perform fellatio. To his complete delight, she was superb at it. Charles recognized an expert in that sexual skill immediately, and allowed her to suck and lick his manhood for as long as she pleased. Normally Charles would have laid in bed to receive this type of sexual treat, but he happily stood with his legs spread while Girl #6 performed on her knees. To his surprise, Charles became as sexually aroused as he had been with any prostitute in Ecuador since his arrival. He came quickly—far more quickly than usual. He fired a warm blast, without warning, into the mouth of Girl #6. She playfully opened wide to show him his handiwork—and then gleefully swallowed his load in one gulp.

“I told you I would make you come hard,” Girl #6 reminded him.

“That you did,” agreed Charles, who had to catch his breath from the force of his quick ejaculation. He even applauded her oral skill. “Now I’m going to have to spend the next 20 to 30 minutes reloading my pistol so I can deposit the next load into that pussy of yours. I hope it’s as tight as a drum!”

Charles had hoped to be somewhat romantic with this slightly heavyset girl, but she was all business. They climbed onto the soft bed. Girl #6 wasted no time and quickly put Charles’ dick back into her mouth. It was hard again within about two minutes. Charles was impressed with her ability to resurrect him for action so promptly. She quickly mounted him as he laid on his back.

With her tits bouncing, Girl #6 enthusiastically rode Charles contentedly. The genuine smile on her face was an obvious sign that she was enjoying every moment of their intense intercourse. There was now no doubt that Charles’ theory was correct. From here on in, whenever he’d visit a whorehouse, he’d make a point of choosing girls from all parts of the spectrum, not just the best-looking ones. He did not want to miss out on such a surprisingly wonderful bedmate as Girl #6 was proving herself to be!

Charles momentarily decided to interrupt Girl #6’s joyful screwing. He instructed her to lie forward while she was fucking him so he could play with her bouncy breasts. They featured large, dark areolas and were the type that were wider than long. Charles merrily put his face between them and licked the inviting nipples. All the while the girl was telling him, “Yes! That’s so good, mister! I like that! My tits were made for you to enjoy.” Charles could hardly doubt that assessment.

This bedmate was undeniably a lot of fun. It occurred to him that Girl #6 reminded him of many girls he had screwed in his early years of sexual activity back in Canada. A lot of them were no raving beauties, either, but that did not detract from Charles’ enjoyment of penetrating their lovely pussies with his hard dick. Those types of girls also seemed to be the most thankful for male attention. He had to be reminded of that simple truth now that he was 25 years old and one of the world’s foremost brothel customers.

Ejaculation #2 came soon afterward. Charles groaned in ecstasy. Girl #6 squealed with delight. It was perhaps the noisiest copulation Charles had enjoyed since arriving in South America. Both bedmates laughed at their own enthusiasm. The two of them spent the next 90 minutes exploring each other’s body and trying various sexual positions. That was enough fun for Charles this first night near his company’s headquarters. He hadn’t fully recuperated from his fabulous week with Aurora, so two hours in the sack with the merry exploits of Girl #6 was ample fun for his first night in Quito.

When he returned to the lobby, he saw that Gregory had finished his romp, too. It was a fortunate coincidence as they could now share the limo ride back to the company’s office. Gregory was thrilled with the services provided by the auburn-haired prostitute. “My night was terrific,” he giddily told Charles. “She is such a beauty that my dick was as hard as a diamond for nearly two full hours.”

“I had the same result but for a different reason,” Charles told Gregory. “That was because my girl was so good at her job. Good workers always provide good results.”

“I know that already, Charles,” Gregory declared. “My friend, you are living proof of that!”