Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Five by Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

 

 

Chamber Magnifico

'Chamber music makes me want to shave your balls,' read the email. Fire Extinguisher Man laughed and almost dropped his coffee cup. This sounded fun. He replied back that he was game and they sorted out the details.

The woman was called Emma. She was fifty. But looked fifteen years younger. She was very open minded and up for new adventures. That included ball shaving.

They met in a posh Yorkshire town and rented a hotel room for the night. She paid him £250 upfront. Emma had a USB stick with chamber music on it. She turned on the entertainment system and played the music. It sounded like tinkling water and was very soothing. It needed to be when she got out her cut throat razor and shaving foam.

"Bloody hell woman! Look at that thing. You'll make me a eunuch," Fire Extinguisher Man gasped, looking at the lethal implement.

"Sweeney Todd aint got nowt on me," laughed Emma, opening the blade and whipping it through the air.

"Damn right. I'll make sure I'm nice to you," the gigolo said.

"Yes, do," the girl replied with a wicked grin.

She got the stuff ready and Fire Extinguisher Man undressed. He looked at his balls. I could lose you today my dear bollocks. Well, it's been nice knowing you...

It was time to shave his balls. He lay down on the huge blue bath sheet and thought of England. Emma gently stroked his thighs and kissed the tip of his cock. It grew in length, a monster ready for battle. The razor rested on a small cloth, next to it was a tin of shaving foam and a bowl of water. Emma picked up her tool, ran it over his thigh and laughed. Fire Extinguisher Man nodded. In fear or acknowledgment?

"Let's do this then," the gigolo commented.

"Yes, let's," Emma replied with a grin, swishing her long blond hair.

She moved Fire Extinguisher Man's dick and got the foam, shook the tin and pushed the top. White foam covered his black balls. The silver razor was ready. Emma slowly worked it over his balls and shaved off his black pubes. There was a lot. She worked against the grain and was very good at it. Had Emma shaved a man's balls before? The gigolo body shivered.

"Take it easy. I'm not going to do an Algerian and serve your balls to you in a dish," Emma said. She kissed Fire Extinguisher Man on his cheek and smiled.

"That's reassuring to know. An Algerian? I've heard of a Brazilian but not that."

"The Muslim extremist terrorists in Algeria used to cut off soldier's and innocent civilian's bollocks with razors, bayonets and knives and put them in their mouth or a bowl. It was a good weapon of war. The fear factor was off the scale. The Brazilian is good for hygiene. Myself, I'm bald. All shaved off. I'll show you later."

"Yes do, I'd like to see your bald pussy. And that's an evil weapon of war, cutting balls off. I'd imagine the civilians and army were terrified." Fire Extinguisher Man imagined what Emma's pussy was like. Nice lips, no pubes and a lovely clit; that picture shut out wicked war images of men missing their balls. Were they alive or dead when castrated? He didn't ask. And how come Emma knew such things? She was a girl for fuck sake.

"Anyhow, back to business. I've still got half to do. Lie back and enjoy the show."

Best do what she says. Emma is in charge. No more war talk or imagery. It'll kill my libido. I can't wait to see her pussy. Fire Extinguisher Man closed his eyes and forced himself to totally relax. He used his inner meditation technique and calm soon descended. He relaxed and it was noticeable. All the while Emma shaved away with an effective cut throat razor. She could kill with that, for sure.

Time ceased to exist. Two big black balls were shorn of hair. They looked even larger with their close covering of fine jet black pubic hair removed. The penis stood long, tall and proud. The foreskin was back, the bell end exposed. Ready for action? Or was this it, game over?

"There, you're done. All shaved. Bald black bollocks."

"What? Done? That was fast."

"I don't mess about. I get on with the job my friend."

"So I see."

"Have a look at my work. See if you like."

Fire Extinguisher Man looked at his bollocks. Not a hair remained. They were as bald as Kojak. A really smooth job, not a single cut. And what's more, both balls were where they should be; under his fourteen inch love muscle. Emma had cleaned her razor and put it back in its case.

"That's fine. You did a good job there. They're still intact," observed the gigolo with a smirk.

"I wouldn't hurt you. I like you. Do you want me to suck you?" Emma replied with a wink. Her tongue played over her lips.

"Yes, suck my big black cock."

"I knew you would let me. Then I'll show you my bald pussy. I shave it myself."

Emma knelt down and wanked Fire Extinguisher Man to make sure he was full length. Then she licked his bell end and kissed the tip. She made eye contact and grinned. And sucked away. It felt bloody good. In the back ground chamber music still played.

She's fucking good. I've not even felt her teeth. This lady is a damn pro. The best, he thought, watching Emma.

Her mouth accommodated several inches of his wide black cock, she treated the bell end like an ice cream. Licking, sucking, kissing, enjoying. She held the base with one hand and then tossed him off with the other. The gigolo felt light headed. It was awesome. Soon he'd come.

When he shot his load Emma took his cock from her mouth and let his spunk spoil her eighties perm and ruin her makeup. She looked awesome. So vibrant and alive. Her smile was infectious.

"You're so happy. That's great. I love your smile."

"Thank you Fire Extinguisher Man. Now I'll show you my bits. Prepare to enjoy!" Emma commented, standing up and lifting up her lilac mini skirt. In an instant she'd taken down her red g-string. There was her pussy...

Borrow My Wife

"Touch up my wife in all the right places. I love it when another man feels up my missus. It's good fun. Especially when you're the one doing the feeling," explained the man.

Fire Extinguisher Man paused for thought. "I think you're correct there."

"I am. Do you want to feel up my wife then? And do what you want to her?"

"Yes, I do. It'll cost you £300 for the trouble."

"That's fine. You can meet my wife at work."

"Ok I will. What's your wife's name?"

"You don't need to know her name. Just call her 'Wife'. She works at the bank on High Street..."

***

Fire Extinguisher Man met the man's wife at her place of work. He heard young women laughing. A carefree sound that held lots of promise. The lady in question was bending down; all her thighs were visible. As were here butt and red panties. She wasn't bothered about her seductive display.

That must be the man's wife, 'Wife'. What an odd thing to call her. She looks awesome though. Look at her legs, perfect. Fire Extinguisher Man watched Wife through the glass window. Liking what he saw, he entered the bank. It was near closing time and he was the only 'customer'. It wasn't cash he was interested in. It was the sexy young lady that he never took his eyes off.

"Hi there. May I help you," greeted Wife. She stood up and lifted up part of her dress with one hand. One leg was fully visible, right up to the front of her red panties. Her pubic hairs were black.

"Yes, I think you can. I'm looking for the lady who works here called 'Wife'. Are you her?" The gigolo's eyes took in the sexy sight. He made sure she saw where his eyes were looking.

The girl nodded. "Yes, I'm 'Wife'."

"Good to hear. Nothing like meeting the wrong woman. It can lead to, shall we say, complications."

"I'm her. Yes, things need doing correctly. How may I help you?"

"Well my dear Wife, your husband sent me. I'm here to have some fun with you."

"Really? We better get on with it then, hadn't we?

"I like the sound of that."

"Follow me," Wife said, leading the way to the back of the bank. By now the security shutters were down and doors locked. Fire Extinguisher Man was stuck here whether he liked it or not.

"Wow, is this the safe?"

"Yes it is. Twelve inch hardened steel with time delay locks and half a dozen other security features. Including CCTV. We'll do our fun here."

"Sounds impressive but only twelve inches? I can do better than that. Check this out." Fire Extinguisher Man unzipped his chino trousers and withdrew his advantage over other men.

"Fucking hell! You're big."

"Yes, fourteen inches. I want a copy of the CCTV by the way. I like to watch myself fucking women on tape."

"Not a problem, we can sort a copy out later."

Fire Extinguisher Man nodded. Her walked over to Wife and looked into her eyes. They were light green, intelligent and full of mischief. He kissed her. Her cherry lip balm was delicious. They kissed again, longer this time. The gigolo put his hand up Wife's short blue dress and felt her smooth skin. Her legs were freshly shaved. Then he groped her tits. They were well rounded. Finally he slapped her sexy butt. She laughed in delight.

She led him over to the side of the bank vault and lifted up her dress. He rubbed her pussy and kissed her savagely. She became wet. The gigolo inverted his hand and held out two fingers. These went up her pussy to hit her G-spot. With a fast action, Fire Extinguisher Man fingered Wife. She had to put her hands on the steel wall so she wouldn't fall over.

Wife's cunt is nice and tight. My two fingers fit up nicely. Lovely and wet too. She'll come soon.

"Faster, faster. That feels so fucking good. Ah fuck, I'm coming!" Wife screamed, her eyes shut, her face a picture of a thousand desires.

"Oh yes darling Wifey, come on. That's the way."

"Ah! Fucking hell. Sweet Lord Jesus, I'm coming. Oh..."

In a torrent of white cum, Wife came all over Fire Extinguisher Man's hand. He kissed the breathless girl and licked his fingers. She tasted sweet.

"That was ace," Wife said with an infectious grin.

"Glad you liked it. Let's fuck."

Wife bent over and held the silver wall. The gigolo lifted her dress well clear of her waist and guided his big cock up her pussy from behind. She gasped as it went up. Considering she was a little over five feet tall, her pussy easily took his weapon. Fire Extinguisher Man pounded her from behind, the action jarring her body. She held onto the walls with grim determination; this was a rough but enjoyable fuck.

"That's the way," moaned the gigolo, doing it for England and the joys of shagging.

Wife gasped and took it. She started to scream. Her orgasm started. Her breathing was irregular, she took air in-between the unreal fucking. I'm coming! This guy is damn good but so rough. And his cock is fucking huge. I can't wait to tell my husband how good this feels when we make love later.

"Yes, yes, yes!" screamed the sexy bank girl. This was fun.

The gigolo moved like the stallion he was. It was satisfaction guaranteed or the sex was free. He started dishing out the white stuff. In a gruff voice he pleaded his love for another man's wife and said, "Wife," over and over again till he was done.

The other man's wife took her pounding well. Composing herself, she wiped her pussy, pulled her dress down and smoothed out her long brown hair. That grin was there again.

"You were awesome Fire Extinguisher Man. I think my husband would approve of you. When we make love later, I'll think of you..."

"Thank you my dear Wife. The pleasure is all mine."

"That's ok. I'll must kick you out now. It's way past closing time. I'll give you a disc of CCTV. Enjoy it."

"Thank you, I will."

Double The Whores

Two whores took the piss out of the westerner on the bus. One pretended to call a friend and shouted loudly in pidgin English.

"Good afternoon. How are you? Don't block the driveway. Be good now."

She was quiet for a few seconds.

"Hello. Hello. Are you there? Where are you? Out chopping wood?"

Very disrespectful. The westerner watched them from the corner of his eye. He knew they were both hookers with top bodies. He wanted to use and abuse them, get them to pay him for sex. They had well done tattoos on their ankles and shoulders. That's my way in Fire Extinguisher Man thought wryly.

"So are you two local girls then? I like your tattoos," the gigolo stated, acting all innocent.

The loud whore who was 'talking' on her mobile stopped and eyeballed him. He nodded. She should answer. She did.

"Hey Jo. You like tattoo? Good. Yes, we are local girls. We like white cock. China man too small, black man too large, white man just right."

"Well baby, I'm a white man as you see me now. Will I do?"

"We better try you out big boy," the second whore replied.

"Let's do it then," Fire Extinguisher Man said with a grin. Time to teach these bitches a fucking lesson they won't forget.

***

It was action time in the cheap hotel room. A big black cock pounded the mobile phone whore's pussy. In and out like a rampant monster. The cock's owner had a determined expression on his face to get the job done.

"Oh no! Too big, too big..." the whore whimpered as she was fucked from behind. Her companion whore hid under the covers. She knew she was next and kept quiet.

"Shut up bitch and take the pounding," Fire Extinguisher Man commented. He increased speed. Her whimpers became sobs. There was no let up. That big black fourteen inch cock destroyed her.

She passed out. It was way too much. While she was unconscious, the fucking continued. That was a jailable offence in some countries. The gigolo smiled. A strange hideous smile. The smile of someone slightly unhinged. He was enjoying this, his form of payback. No one took the piss out of Fire Extinguisher Man and got away with it.

"You said a black man is too big for you. I'm part black. My big black fucking dick bitch. Take that, you fucking whore. No one takes the piss out of me. Nobody!" Fire Extinguisher Man scratched the prancing horse tattoo on her right shoulder. It bled in three places. Payback.

He withdrew and turned her over. Her limp body was unresponsive. Opening her legs, Fire Extinguisher Man put his wet dick up her cunt. It accepted it easily. All the way in. Was it doing internal damage? He didn't care.

"That's the way. Nowt like a right good fucking," the gigolo commented, grasping the whore's chin and roughly kissing her. She out of it. The other whore cowered under the covers like a condemned man awaiting a firing squad.

It was spunk time! He was coming. Fire Extinguisher Man bellowed and fucked the whore as fast as he physically could. Sweat broke on his brow and his breathing was ragged. With a dozen final thrusts he finished. He was spent. The whore was used, abused and unwanted. The gigolo dismounted her and kicked her off the bed, onto the floor.

With renewed effort and immediate vigour, Fire Extinguisher Man yanked the sheet from the untouched whore. It was her turn. He wanked his cock and laughed. Malevolence flashed in his crystal eyes.

"Now it's your turn bitch. Prepare for action. You're going to get fucked!"

"No, no, please don't. Don't fuck me so hard, like you did to my friend. Is she ok? You're such a beast!" number two whore whimpered, looking down at her friend on the stained carpet.

"Be quiet bitch! Whores get treated like that, with no dignity or respect. All they're fit for is fucking. Now open your damn legs or else," he growled. She did as told.

Fire Extinguisher Man fucked her like he'd fucked her mate. Down and dirty. Like a nuclear bomb blast. She could only take ten inches of his cock but it was no worry. Ten was fine. Whore number two groaned and cried; she was scared and knew she was in too deep.

Why oh why did we take the piss out of the foreigner? My friend might be dead! I wish I wasn't here. I hate being a whore. It's so wrong. The gigolo's actions were getting through. Would whore number two cease being a whore? Maybe she would.

Right now she was getting fucked. Fucked hard. Fire Extinguisher Man groped her tits and squeezed her nipples till she shouted in pain. He licked her face and spat on her forehead then rubbed it into her skin and hair. She shook her head and he slapped her.

"Don't dare fucking resist me, ok?"

The whore nodded six times. She was the slave, Fire Extinguisher Man was the boss. His dick did it's work and her slim body was at his mercy. He ran his hand over her right thigh and nodded in satisfaction. She was a good conquest.

The gigolo did it missionary with her for a few more minutes before making her mount him. This she did not out of fear but enjoyment and something else. Was his message getting through? No more whoring?

Number two whore ran her fingers over Fire Extinguisher Man's chest. He grabbed her hand and snapped her little finger back. The 'click' as it broke was clearly audible. She screamed and cried out in agony. The gigolo was ready for her and held her in place; he thrust up into her. Her face was red with pain and her finger looked wrong. It must hurt badly. That didn't deter him. He got on with it and finished fucking her. His spunk filled her cunt and ran down her smooth thighs.

Rolling to the side, he threw her on top of her friend. She landed with a scream and held her friend tightly. Fire Extinguisher Man got off the bed, kept an eye on both whores and found their purse. He took out half of the notes there and threw the purse at the two whores. While he got dressed, he lectured them on the danger of being rude to foreigners, on being whores and aimed an invisible gun at them. With a final nod, he left the room and headed for downtown Havana and his flight back to London.

Knives

Zoe liked sharp things. Knives, swords and bayonets were her first love. This started when her father, dead six years God rest his soul, told her his war stories. He gave Zoe an Iraqi bayonet from the first Persian Gulf War. Apparently he'd pried it from the hands of a dead Iraqi. Was it true? She didn't know but her interest in sharp weapons was born.

Another interest of Zoe's was sex. In this regard, she was no different than everybody else. But it was how she did the sex that was different. Most people were quite boring in bed; not Zoe. She used her edged weapons as and when she was in the mood and had a willing partner. That occurred more often than it should. She met men in pubs, at work or online. Right now Zoe was spending a day with Fire Extinguisher Man.

Zoe had him work for her, not doing sex but something else. The gigolo mounted her collection of weapons in various rooms in her house. When he was done, he admired her collection. It was both beautiful and lethal.

"You did a good job. Thank you. I'm too short to do it. It's a tall person's job," Zoe said, examining his work. Not a single blade was wonky.

"Yes, being tall does have its benefits," Fire Extinguisher Man replied. "This lot must be worth a mint."

"Yes, the value is in the thousands. I've got them all insured too, just in case. And a few surprises lined up should anyone try to steal them."

"I bet. They need safeguarding. Anyhow, let's have some fun, shall we? I'm curious about your 'sword play' that you're into. Please be careful though. I don't want my bits chopping off!"

"Fun sounds good. I promise to be careful. I've never had any accidents yet while doing my thing. Come on, into the basement bedroom. It's more fun down there."

"Good to hear. Basement bedroom? Sounds like an S and M dungeon," laughed the gigolo, following Zoe down some narrow stone stairs. It was almost dark.

In the basement it was pitch black. Zoe waited for a minute while her guest took in the atmosphere. Then she clicked a switch and some cool pink LED lights illuminated the room. It was a bare room with only two chairs, a big double bed and small set of draws. No coffin, whips or chains. Fire Extinguisher Man was a bit disappointed in that regard. Zoe sensed this. "We do kinky things in my friend's house. He has the full range of bondage gear. You should join us sometime."

"I like things like that. I don't do kinky stuff often but when I do, I'm fully involved and do switch roles. Yes, email me the details and I'll make sure I'm free and join you," the gigolo replied, grinning. I knew Zoe had a kinky side. It'll be fun to join her.

"I'll mail you the info. Right, let's get down to business then. Get undressed."

Fire Extinguisher Man needed no second invitation. In seconds his brown Timberland boots, black jeans, white boxer shorts and red t-shirt were neatly placed by the bed. He stood there in his birthday suit. Zoe had a good look at him.

"Very nice. You obviously take good care of yourself. And look at your cock. Wow!"

"Thank you Zoe. I work out when I can. Yes, I'm bigger than average."

"That you are." Zoe pointed to the bed and her guest lay down. She got a six inch dagger out of the bedside draws. It shone beautifully in the LED light.

Fire Extinguisher Man was about to speak when Zoe hushed him. She leant over him and brushed the silver blade over his chest and round his nipples. Her other hand cupped his balls and played with them. Then she wanked him off, taking her time and squeezing the tip of his big cock. This made him groan.

Zoe has that blade right near my nipple. Hope she's careful! Fire Extinguisher Man watched her hand guide the weapon in figure of eights around his nipples. Her other hand worked independently on his cock. A multi tasking lady.

"Does the blade turn you on?" Zoe asked.

"No it doesn't but the sense of risk, the danger does. I'm coming."

"Good on both."

Now Zoe tickled the gigolo's balls with the tip of the blade. It was a strange sensation. Then he came. With no holding back, Fire Extinguisher Man spunked up all over Zoe's hands and on the blade. She made sure he wasn't cut.

"Nice. Was your orgasm any more intense than normal?"

"Erm... not sure. Yes, I think so. I was thinking of the blade all the time, not wanting my balls cutting off. Then I came and it took over, the risk I think. It was quite intense. So yes, it was more so than normal."

"That's the risk factor. You only felt a small bit. It can get really severe, the intensity level. You need total trust and to surrender to your sword player. Not many people establish that level of trust. Or want to take the risks. The risks are obvious," Zoe explained. She handed the gigolo some tissue paper.

"I'd never even heard of swords play. Other than when two gay men spar with their erect cocks. What you do is very different. Yes, I can see that trust is the most important thing here. As are no accidents."

"Swords play is a minority of a minority. Many people want to try it though for curiosity sake. Anyhow, we'll do more later. Let's make love."

"You're in charge. Do what you want to me."

"I will do. Lie on your back Fire Extinguisher Man."

Zoe took off her denim dress and mounted her guest. Her pussy wanted some action. Zoe held the knife and made it dance in the air, keeping it well away from the gigolo. She closed her eyes and rocked away. He moved gently with her, his eyes on the blade. Did he trust her? It was too late for doubts now.

They fucked like this for ten minutes, both building to a climax. She felt a glow deep inside, rising up from nowhere. He wanted release, wanted it now. He speeded up. Zoe sensed it and matched his speed. She flicked the knife around her fingers, it appeared to be a puppet on a string. If she dropped it, it would kill the gigolo. But she didn't. It flew like a bird, moving this way and that. When she threw it two metres upwards, the gigolo gasped; not in joy but shock. The girl caught it and grinned.

"I'm very skilled so don't worry."

"It's too late to worry," the gigolo nodded.

"That's right. Hurry up and make me cum."

Fire Extinguisher Man did so. He held Zoe's thighs and pumped away like an inverted pneumatic drill. His stamina was good so the rhythm was no problem. Zoe started gasping and sighing. She stopped twirling the knife and held it in one hand.

Not long now. After I've cum, I'll make Fire Extinguisher Man climax with my blade. Zoe was thinking dangerous things.

With a scream that would wake a corpse the knife lady came. She opened her eyes and pounded the ex fireman like it was the Apocalypse. Zoe had to breathe through her mouth and wipe the sweat from her face, such was her effort. With the theatrical spectacle of a piercing shriek and waving arms, it was finally over. Zoe had cum.

She quickly moved off the gigolo and held his dripping wet cock and drew the flat part of the blade over his throbbing cock. The sensation was unique and scary; cold silver steel on black penis and pink bell end. Then she gently pricked his shaft with the blade. A drop of blood emerged from the small hole. Fire Extinguisher Man opened his eyes wide like death and was about to complain. But not before Zoe drew the side of the blade over his balls end to his bell end. Then he spunked up and screamed like a mad man. Eroticism overcame primal fear of losing his balls. His spunk erupted like a volcano and covered Zoe's hand and her knife again. She laughed and kissed the gigolo.

"You never came as much as when someone did good swords play near your balls," Zoe whispered.

Fire Extinguisher Man nodded. He had to admit, Zoe was right but crazy. It was quite an experience, a razor sharp blade near one's balls. Definitely a one off.

Blind Mina

There's an old wife's tail of the pretty lady stood at the bar on her own. No one talked to her or bought her a drink. Mina was such a girl. She was in a pub near the Elephant and Castle tube station in London. Today her luck would change. Fire Extinguisher Man walked over to the pretty lady and introduced himself. He ordered a beer for himself and another for the lady. He knew she drank beer due to the nearly finished drink before her.

A small chav in a green tracksuit slapped Mina on the back of her head. Her glass eye popped out and rolled over the beige carpet. People laughed. The gigolo was ready to fight. She reacted immediately, taking off her wooden leg and hitting the chav who took the piss. He fell to the floor, out cold. Then she wiped her glass eye and put her glass eye back in her head.

"As you can see, I'm able to defend myself," Mina said.

"That you can. Well done, that chav deserved it. I don't have to break his legs," Fire Extinguisher Man replied.

The gigolo held Mina close and they kissed, clashing tongues. He felt her sexy curvy body, running his fingers over every bit. Squeezing her big tits, grabbing her arse and rubbing his cock on her pussy mound. Mina came in her panties. He put his hand up her skirt and felt her wetness. It was time to fuck.

"Grab this babe," the gigolo told the blind girl, exposing himself. She reached out and found his offering.

"Oh my Lord!" she replied, grasping his cock.

"You're so bloody big."

"I know. Think you can handle me?" Fire Extinguisher Man kissed her and rubbed her pussy.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me right now. My wet pussy wants you." Mina climbed up onto the bar. People starred in disbelief.

Fire Extinguisher Man athletically jumped up and joined her. He fucked Mina on the bar there and then. He gave her a right seeing to. The gigolo didn't care about watchers, voyeurs, perverts or wannabes. If anyone tried to interfere, he'd use his black belt karate on them.

Her pubes were a full bush, untrimmed and as nature intended. Her pussy was tight, not over used like some Fire Extinguisher Man had encountered. Over use tended to slacken the muscles, making the pussy loose. The old saying was true: 'She's like a bucket'. His big black cock felt right at home. It slid in and out with mechanical animal precision. The blind lady sighed and panted, moving her hips in sync with her lover.

"Fucking hell baby," the gigolo whispered, "you feel amazing. Your pussy is awesome."

"Thanks. I'm Mina by the way. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

Fire Extinguisher Man kept thrusting away and finally answered, "I'm Fire Extinguisher Man. Nice to meet you too."

Mina's laugher had a lovely peal. She had a real cockney laugh, a lovely sound. "Fire Extinguisher Man? Oh my fucking God. A real fireman? Wow babe, how cool are you?"

"Ex fireman," the gigolo replied, kissing his bar girl and feeling her thigh.

"Oh right. Why an ex fireman?" Mina wrapped her arms around his neck and they deep throated.

When they finished, Fire Extinguisher Man said, "I fancied a career change. I'm a gigolo now. As you can see."

"Awesome. You're so fucking awesome. Kiss me again."

They fucked and kissed, locked together on the pub bar. Near them people stood and looked, some took photos or videos with their phones. Nobody intervened or called the cops. It was afternoon entertainment.

Both came together. There was no shouting, screaming or madness. It was a gentle act of lovemaking, not a rough couldn't care less fuck. They kissed, moaned and groaned. When done, they moved together for a few more minutes. Then with a final kiss, the gigolo withdrew and climbed off the bar. People clapped and wolf whistled, an office worker handed him two pints of warm local beer. He in turn gave one to Mina.

"Thanks my love," Mina said, blushing slightly. She took a drink of her ale and pulled her skirt down and let the gigolo help her down to her stool.

"You were wonderful too," he replied, wiping his cock on a bar towel and putting it away. The crowd dispersed to their own little groups, watching TV or chatting quietly. The unconscious chav on the floor remained where he fell, an hour ago.

When they finished their beers, Fire Extinguisher Man kissed Mina goodbye and left for the train station. Her kiss was payment. He had a train to Cornwall to catch and a lady called Tanya to shag.