+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Woody Allen says being bisexual doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night. This story is for very open adults, not kids who probably think it is icky and strange and boring. Don't bother then. Goodbye +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I am a professional sex therapist. You might call me a gigolo but I spread" help wherever I go. I only asks for a minimum of $500 for an evening and more if any special services or overnight is involved.
On occasion I have been whisked off to the Bahamas for a weekend. I never know exactly what will happen. I"m saving my money because this profession will end for me when I get into my forties. I'm only 32 now. I don't look any special age. I could be from 20 to 40. I'm of southern Italian origin, slim, very smooth with a perfect hairline and slicked back thick hair ending in a short pony tail. Tattoos? Are you kidding. Nothing will mar my near perfect complexion and body skin. Do I do both men and women? Almost exclusively women: I love 'em, but on special occasions I will take on a couple and thereby some sex with the male if it is required. I don't consider myself of any particular persuasion. I am turned on only by money, and I love my growing back account which will keep me warm when cold times come.
I get about four gigs per week. Remember not all require a fuck and a cum. Sometimes I'm just an escort; sometimes a couple just want me to watch them, or the man wants to watch my technique. It's almost always pleasant. I do love fucking and making body contact.
This story is about a very exciting experience two clients gave me. I got a call in the afternoon (I had just awoke), it was a guy--very nice voice--who asked if I was free that evening. "It depends," I told him. (Actually I was free for some reason). With great hesitation he outlined the services he wanted. He told me that he has been living with this girl Marika for two years. Their sex life has fizzled because of his inability to get an erection and if he does, he can't come. He confessed that he had once had gay sex. "I was corn holed, and I loved it. I can't help thinking that if I was corn holed and I was fucking Marika at the same time, that would do the trick." I, of course knew the real story. "Are you gay?" I asked. There was silence at the other end then a meek voice said: "I little bit." Yeah, I bet he's one of those married men who gets it on in movie houses and peep booths. It's OK with me, I don't make value judgements. I explained that this is not my usual work but at double fee, I can accommodate. The deal was set for eight that night.
I six I began my preparations. I try to be perfectly clean and groomed for my clients. I bush between my toes. She might want to suck 'em. I check my ears for any stray hairs. I take an enema. I use a very faint cologne and use skin softener all over. Finally I put all fresh clothes on. My brother calls them my fuck clothes. No underwear, kickoff loafers. Each to remove pants and a loose shirt.
I checked my watch as I stood outside their apartment building. It was in a very expensive part of town and they had the pent house. I always arrive exactly on time. If I was late they might change their mind. The door was answered by Jeff. That was the guy I spoke to on the telephone. I was pleased to see that he was about forty but extremely well kept. Slim, handsome face. Really a model's good looks. It makes it easier that he is appealing since we are probably going to be close. He looked very clean and smelled nice. He shook my hand in a friendly yet slightly intimate way. "You like?" I asked. He put his arm on my shoulder, "I like. Come meet Merika."
Merika very Japanese; very beautiful, a little short of leg but who can complain. She seemed shy, kept her eyes downward. I took her hand and said, "Don't be shy, I'm here to have fun." "She's not shy," Jeff said, "That's just Japanese respect. "You'll see she is quite into sex."
I took a drink of water that was offered. I don't use liquor while I'm working. They each finished the Martinis they had started before I came. "Would you like me to undress?, I asked. If I make the first move, that usually breaks the ice. "Yes," they both said. Jeff seemed the more enthusiastic.
I kicked off the loafers, unbuckled the pants, slipped them off. I stood with my legs bare to just above the knees...not too revealed. "Shall I remove my shirt?" They both nodded. I did and was completely nude, my cock still relaxed and hanging five inches along my ball sack and nestled into the hollow made by my low hangers. I heard them gasp and they both looked red of face. I wasted no more time. I sat on the couch and patted the cushion. "Come here," I said in a polite but commanding voice. They both started to come over. I smiled, "Marika first."
She half sat, half lay on the couch. She was a passion flower, already her eyes were blinking and she had a flush over her chest. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she was naked underneath. She was ready for fun I knew. I bent a gently squeezed each of her honey-colored breasts. I noted they were real and a decent size with maroon colored nips which were beginning to stand out. I took one in my mouth and gently licked it, then I even more gently sucked it. I motioned for Jeff who had removed his clothes by this time. "There's one for each."
"She loves getting her tits sucked," he said somewhat inelegantly. I pointed to the other breast. Indicating he should get with it. He leaned down and put his attractive puffy lips over the nub. He liked doing it. He closed his eyes and hummed as he made baby love to it. I went back to mine. She was moaning loudly and moving around on the couch. Suddenly she stiffened and yelped. I guess that was love peak number one. As she relaxed a moment, it gave a time to look over Jeff. He was fairer of skin than me, almost milky white but with attractive, strong and very hairy legs. He had a handsome ass. 'I can do it,' I thought. He looked and smelled exquisitely clean. Thank goodness.
I kidded her and moved down to the doll's valley. She had shaped her pussy hair into a pretty heart. I leaned in a smelled. There was no smell. In fact I didn't smell anything until she had become passionate,. later, and leaked. Even then it was pleasant, like new mowed hay. I put out of tongue and licked her nether lips. She began mewling again.
While I did this, Jeff began to stroke my back. "It it OK?" he asked like an eager kid. "Sure, enjoy yourself. It's your money." But secretly his reverential stroking was getting to me. He was falling in love, at least for the moment, with my body. As I worked away at Marika, he began kidding my back and stroking my butt. I was getting a real boner and wished I could jump her now but that was not the deal.
I turned to him. "How's little Jeff doing?" He lifted up on his knees and gestured at his cock. It was definitely plumped up but by no means and instrument that could do the job. He shrugged. "If you could touch me or suck me...." "Uh Uh, no do Jeff. But if you'd like to take over the clit work and show your ass, I might get the cure started."
He leaned down and using a combination of finger and lips he began to go into the routine he had learned does the best job. And presto, she came again, this time she was frothing at the mouth. I greased up my finger and stroked his ass hole which was very much in evidence because of his position. It wasn't a body hole as holes go. It was dainty and pink and had no hair. Of course there was some light hair in the crack between his cheeks but that was just manly. He lifted his head at the touch of my finger and he gasped. "Yeah," he said approvingly. I inserted the finger and felt inside for that magic bump. I found it. His ass was waggling now and he was moaning almost as much as Mariika. "Shall Red Rover come over?" I asked. "Yes, yes, do it," he gasped and groaned. I sat up on my haunches and set my cock head at his opening. He pushed back, I knew he would. I let him do it. Six small pushes (I helped a little) and I was in the hilt. I'm long of cock but it isn't too fat so this was an easy entry. I moved in and out slowly. I reached around in front and rudely felt his cock. He was fully hard and dripping pre-cum. He probably didn't even realize it. "Time to fuck your girl," I whispered in his ear. "OK," he grunted, "But
keep fucking me."
I did and he did and Marika passed out for a moment. Jeff came with a roar. When he finally pulled out he collapsed on the sofa. Cum was leaking out of her pussy. "Money's in the cigarette box, thanks, it was all I hoped for," and he fell asleep.
I got dressed and left. I'm not sure I want this kind of assignment again. I might get to like asses too much.
That's the end. Nice job...no income tax....Hope you got off on one or the other character. Jay Roberts