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thrilled. Over a couple of glasses of wine, I extolled the virtues of Budapest, and at the end quietly told them of Marcia's endorsement.

The girls convinced me that we should stay a month.

Everyone got their work done; Felicia, my office manager and the most efficient person I knew made sure of that. She was a twenty-two-year-old black woman who I hired right out of school. I told you about the grandmother, Mary Belle. You know about Gretchen, and the adoration that Giovanni, the cruise director has for her pussy.

MaryKate was married, but from what I could gather, her husband was infatuated with every other pussy in Mobile, perhaps in Alabama, except hers. I couldn't understand. MaryKate had been a U of Alabama cheerleader. That was ten years ago. Her body still looked it. Why would her husband look anywhere else?

Barbara Ann was in her forties, still unmarried, but almost every weekend her mouth or her pussy familiarized herself with someone's cock. I was happy for her. She was always in a good mood, and why shouldn't she be?

On the flight over, Felicia complained that there probably weren't any black men in Budapest. Within a few days, she was complaining there weren't enough hours in a day. "Lurleen," she whispered, "it's like the men here have never seen black titties or black pussy. They're all over me."

"Are you complaining?"

"No, no, no." Then she leaned closer, "Lurleen, they all want a taste of black pussy and once they do, they can't get enough of it." Her eyes were sparkling.

The married president of the Chamber of Commerce, thought grandmother, Mary Belle was adorable. He was in his late fifties, and claimed that his wife could not take care of his manly needs. Mary Belle could. Over a few glasses of wine after dinner she reported, "I don't know about you girls, but Sandor has the biggest one I've ever encountered."

The others nodded. Gretchen asked, "Mary Belle, how big is it?" She giggled.

Mary Belle was definitely a southern lady. Not after a few glasses of wine, "Gretchen, honey, I could not get all of that big thing in my mouth, and God knows I tried for hours and hours."

We tried not to laugh, but Gretchen and I nodded in agreement. Gretchen, herself, met a man named Jan who she called Hungary's answer to Giovanni. "Lurleen, Jan from Hungary is always hungry." I didn't have to ask her what he was hungry for, but I knew and I'm sure you do, too.

I saw Barabara Ann go to her room with two Hungarian men one afternoon. She didn't join us for dinner or breakfast or lunch. When she finally joined us, "Ladies, I am so sore. I can't sit down." In fact, she was standing at the bar.

She gathered us close together, "I've had almost sixteen inches of man meat inside me almost constantly since last night. Barbara Ann may have been sore, but she was smiling.

Do you remember when I was in Thailand and one of the girls wiped some man cream off the corner of my mouth? Felicia did that to Barbara Ann right in the hotel bar. "Ooops."

Patti, who got divorced once I offered her a few cruises because she didn't feel right cheating on her husband, seemed to be with a different Hungarian every night. "Girls, this is like a box of chocolates," she said, quoting Forrest Gump. "everyone is more delicious than the previous one."

We all knew what Patti meant. Her lips were raw.

As for me, I was introduced to a bigwig in the Hungarian Parliament. His name was Bela. By this time, you know I'd been around the block, if not the world. My autobiography could be called "Around the World in Eighty Blowjobs." Or "Fucking My Way from Argentina to Zanzibar." I could say "keep eating my pussy" in a dozen languages.

Bela taught me to say, "let me ride your big cock again, please," in Hungarian. He also thought my bare pussy was the greatest thing; and the tastiest. What was it with these old guys and pussy eating? I'm definitely not complaining.

Bela was in his fifties and his cock was a "Bela, that's as big a cock as I've ever seen," size cock.

He apologized for not being able to keep up with me. I didn't think there was any reason for him to apologize. His tongue was amazing. Anyhow, "Lurleen, this is my son, Luka, he can take you to one of those discotheques that you young people like."

Luka was twenty-one and one of the handsomest men I'd ever seen. I mean he was movie star handsome. That night we all went dancing. Luka and I didn't stay more than an hour or so. His English was very good. He whispered in my ear, words like, "Lurleen, I'd love to eat your pussy." A few minutes later, "I'd bet you'd like to get to know my big cock." He wasn't very subtle or maybe his father told him all about me.

Anyhow, that night I didn't do much cocksucking because young Luka fucked me. Then he fucked me again and then again. His cock rivaled his father's in girth and length.

I knew young guys could keep going, but in the morning, Luka admitted that he took Viagra. "Lurleen, my father told me you were so beautiful. He wasn't wrong. I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, you did, did you?" I was talking about the Viagra. "Well, now Luka, you've got my pussy so sore, the only way you're going to get it again is with your tongue. Do you understand?" I meant if he understood in English.

At his age, he didn't really know how; unlike his much more experienced father. However, with some instruction, and his youthful enthusiasm, I was very well satisfied and two days later, I was no longer sore.

You'd think that Luka would have learned that I wasn't disappointed. The next night as he took me to bed, "Lurleen, I've missed fucking you. I took another Viagra." We fucked all night.

By morning we were both exhausted and I was sore, AGAIN. "Lurleen, does that mean I have to use my tongue to take the soreness away?" He was smiling.

Our month in Hungary ended all too soon. I know I speak for all the girls when I say sitting on the plane home for seven hours was painful. I took a long, long bubble bath when I got home.

For the next month, any men interested in romance needed to be satisfied with a blowjob or eating my pussy.

With those dedicated employees, my business grew and grew. As we grew, we got more and more free offers, and I hired more and more employees. I don't want to say I was prejudice, but I hired only women. Once they worked for me for a year, they were eligible for the kinds of perks no other employer could offer.

For example, another black woman was hired as an agent and after she'd worked for me a year, Felicia came to me, "Lurleen, can you arrange for Melody and me to go to Budapest for a week?"

"Let's see what I can do." I called the Chamber of Commerce in Budapest. I'd sent a lot of business their way.

A few days later, I brought Felicia and Melody into my office, "how about Budapest for two weeks?" It was a working vacation.

They were all smiles. I knew Felicia told Melody that Hungarian men could not get enough of the taste of black pussy.

That's how I kept my employees happy.

Felicia and Melody stayed at the same hotel we stayed at in Budapest. She renewed old acquaintances. That is her Hungarian male friends reacquainted their tongues with her pussy.

She introduced Melody to some of her old friends. After their first week in Budapest, Melody asked, "Felicia, do they ever stop eating?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Oh no, and another thing, are they all so big? Damn, my jaw and neck are sore."

Like I said that's how I kept my employees happy. I also had other ideas up my sleeve.

TO BE CONTINUED

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