I was booked for a wide variety of jobs.
Some involved me appearing in my ‘birthday suit’ at the front door for a birthday girl, with a certificate in my hand from her friends for an hour of handyman duties. I’m sure most of the time these women knew I was coming, albeit not naked at their front door. I’d prepare myself by arousing my cock so as to be ‘presentable’ for the birthday girl and wear shorts to their door, then drop my daks as I heard them approach. The shock on their faces as they greeted me and took in my naked body and my engorged semi-erect cock, was always priceless. I couldn’t help laughing with them as they laughed or gushed with delight and quickly shuffled me inside.
Usually we’d sit and exchange casual chatter and enjoy a drink. I would always tease them by ‘manufacturing’ a full erection, as I casually chatted, seemingly totally oblivious to my erection emerging from between my legs. This ALWAYS aroused every woman and they’d escort me to their bedroom and set about fucking me. Occasionally I might be asked to change a light bulb or something banal while fully erect. There was a definite delight from these ladies to watch me work while my rock-hard cock bobbled and bounded with my movements. Then, they’d escort me to their bedroom and get me to finish my Naked Knight’s work – horizontally.
Other bookings might require me to serve drinks or finger food and entertain at hens’ parties. I’d always enquire if they preferred me fully naked or with an apron or some similar genital cover. Most of the time I’d be asked to wear a waiter’s apron. My apron would never fully cover my cock and the hood of my cock would dangle, tantalizingly just below the bottom of the apron. The apron never lasted longer than the first round of drinks. Invariably one woman would appear behind me to remove my apron, or someone would have her hand up inside groping for my balls and cock as I served her a drink.
I charged by the hour for my services. However, I was always asked to extend so that I could adequately ‘service’ the usual requests for sex during or after the party. I was totally at ease and comfortable in women’s company and was never fazed by being surrounded by drunk, horny women. My comfort in female company afforded me a certain respect and I always felt in control of most situations or requests. I had come to understand and respect women for their basic instincts and their many wonderful qualities, such as caring and compassion. Women have a duality of personality much like men and if I was a gentleman, whether they were a saint or sinner, I’d always be treated likewise in return.
As women get drunker some get very sexually aggressive and demanding. Basic female instincts become unbridled when women feel they are safe and respected and have the freedom to express their sexuality. I found if I was booked for more than two hours, I’d always be asked to sexually satisfy a few women at each party. I learnt to expect at least one or two ‘sinners’ amongst the saints.
My party tricks usually involved, the dick tricks I’d developed with Juliette at the nudist club as a young man, and to entertain some of the girls while on retreats or tours with students. I had become very proficient with a standard array of tricks. I had also learnt from my female teenage students what tricks would likely please adult females – female instincts and fascination with a cock and two balls are the same, irrespective of age.
Many years later as publisher I interviewed two of the guys who were part of the ‘Puppetry of the Penis’ show touring the Gold Coast at the time. As a mathematician (I have a PhD in Mathematics), I did a statistical analysis of the number of Gold Coast women who attended one of their shows. Using the statistics for women aged 20 to 45 on the Gold Coast (the age of the audiences for these shows) I calculated that 82% of females on the Gold Coast paid to see this show. My analysis simply confirmed my own intimate experiences of female fascination for male genitalia.
During my own dick trick demonstrations at hens’ parties I’d either stand on the party table or in the middle of a room to perform. Depending on their levels of intoxication and mood in the room, I found that most women appreciated the opportunity to ‘feel’ each trick. This ‘intimacy’ and trust I afforded guests was often the ‘spark’ that brought the party to life. Without exception, even the most blasé or shy women in the room, would ‘light up’ and shuffle their way toward me to join in the frivolity bubbling around me. If they were too drunk I’d find the most sober, or the party hostess and use her as my ‘assistant’.
As my cock grew and female eyes widened, I’d move into the ‘stiff’ tricks until it was obvious that my cock was now only good for one thing… and it never took long for a volunteer or two… or three… or four…or more, to excitedly accept my engorged offering. Depending on whether the partygoers were close friends and family or just a collective of females, these fucking favours would be presented as part of the party entertainment or individually in the privacy of a bedroom.
My earlier learnt skills at maintaining orgasmic control were invaluable here. I could easily fuck three or four women in rotation as part of my performance for hens’ parties. Even if, as often happened, I had a few women eagerly sucking or playing with my tackle during the party, I could still maintain a strong engorged erection without any fear of premature ejaculation.
As the ultimate climax to a performance and usually as a special presentation for the hostess or the birthday girl, I’d release my load of hot cum appropriately and considerately. To heighten the climatic performance, I’d get the group to count down from ‘TEN’ as my ‘lucky’ assistant continued her skills on my cock. Then on cue, accompanied by a crescendo of female squeals, I’d ejaculate. My cum would invariably end up in that woman’s mouth, on her face, her cunt or tummy, or even fired direct into a laughing crowd of tipsy women, depending on where the hostess had aimed my cock.
I came to fully appreciate how much women love the sight and feel of a man’s ejaculation. My many reservations as a younger man of entertaining numerous women, young and old, with this eroticism, by now had been totally nullified. There was something primal in women’s appreciation of this ability of mine to present my cum on their command and have my seed fertilize their most erotic fantasies.
I thoroughly enjoyed these exhibitionist opportunities. The flushed faces and howls of laughter and delight from a group of hot and horny women touched a very primal chord within me also. I always felt a definite sense of control over female sexuality to balance the lack of control I experienced as a boy. However, no matter how many opportunities I had to ‘balance’ this memory, it never seemed enough.
At nearly every one of these parties, as the ‘hens’ relaxed with alcohol, their inhibitions flew out the cage. It could sometimes get a little rough, but I never felt ‘out of my depth’. I suspect my comfort being surrounded by women at Woodlands and stripping on stage as a hypnotist’s stooge and during my early teaching career and understanding their passionate interest in my naked body, was standing me in good stead now.
At the time Bootscooting was all the rage. I loved to dance and took up this new fad early. Bootscooting, or linedancing as it was also known, was predominantly a female activity, but as someone comfortable in female company this didn’t faze me. I introduced a linedancing routine into my party entertainment. I’d first do an erotic linedance while stripping down to simply a pair of cowboys chaps and hat, to get everyone laughing. I’d then teach everyone one or two basic dances. I was competent to mirror the steps, so that I could face women and give them ample opportunity to enjoy my bouncing bounty as I moved through each routine. A typical hens’ party might continue with my dick tricks, a few fucks, then depending on the ambiance after the pussy pleasing pause, finish with my climax on cue for the party princess.