Olaf Svendige

Swedish Sex Trip

Chapter 1

"You want to do what?!" She was a black whore, as black as tar, with a thick British accent. Only she wasn't from England, she was from Africa. And the transaction, not that it mattered, was taking place in a stylish Swedish bar, in Stockholm. What did matter, at least to Duke McGee, was how much Mona wanted, in the way of dollars, to give him back what he wanted, in the way of sex. And that's what they were trying to get straight.

"Now you say you're first class and a pro." drawled Duke, "but I don't rightly see your proovin' it at all." Duke took off his big ten gallon hat and smiled his best winning charmer: "I want a lot of hot sucking and fucking. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that. Beggin' your pardon, mam." He put his hat back on. "Now how much?"

"Well," said Mona, flicking her fingers at the cocktail table, "you look like a fellow who could afford a hundred dollars. How's that sound?"

"Sounds steep, but alright," said Duke. "Let's go." He laid a fin down on the table and stood up. Mona tossed some sort of fur, probably beaver, around her shoulder, and took the Texan's arm. "It's gonna be hot," she promised with a whisper in his ear. "Real hot."

"If it is," said Duke, "I got plenty of friends with plenty of money who'll be buyin' all you'll be willin' to supply."

They made their way up the stairs of a cheap hotel off Andersen Boulevard. Duke was on vacation, "woopin' it up" as he put it, and though be had his own hotel room on the other side of the city, he declined to take his women there.

Mona locked the door behind them while Duke quickly undressed. "Come on," he said, "we ain't got all night for this." She smiled and slowly, on her way into the main part of the room, kicked off her heels and undid the back of her dress.

"I wanna see me some of that nice dark meat," said Duke. His cock bounced between his pale white legs as he made his way to where Mona stripped. "You know," he said, taking himself a handful of her large chest, "you got something better than sex appeal, baby."

"Oh, yeah," said Mona. "What's that?"