Patty had a huge supply of amazing and wondrous sex toys and we played with some and laughed out loud at others. She asked if I’d be interested in partnering her at the next party where a couple was required. She offered to split the fees 60/40 basing her percentage as the source for bookings. She had the music and would MC the shows. It sounded like a lot of fun to me and I agreed.
We then retired to her bedroom where we fucked each other in front of her mirror to get a sense of positioning and attractiveness for staging. It was a lot of fun and we both fell about laughing at some of the positions we found ourselves in. She continued to be fascinated by my ability to induce my erection on cue, despite the interruptions caused by our laughter. I didn’t let on that I was highly aroused by her and her whole mature attitude to sex and could easily have dated her in other circumstances.
She rang me the following day and asked if I was available for Friday night as she had a sex toy party booking and they had requested a male stripper and entertainer. I had an escort booking for the afternoon, which was booked purely as a simple fucking session with two women and told her I’d be there.
Friday came and the booking with the two women went smoothly. As it turned out they were sisters and both VERY heterosexual. They’d booked a three-hour session and by the end of the three hours they’d both thoroughly enjoyed themselves and confirmed they make another booking soon. As I knew I had the sex toy party to come, I purposely did not orgasm and was well-charged with testosterone by the end of their session.
My erotic skills did not come naturally and I had to practice my dick tricks and related dancing and cock moves daily. Also, to maintain my erection and ejaculation skills I would regularly practice the talents my harem sisters had taught me by masturbating to the very point of orgasm and then stop. This exercised and helped me maintain my phallic muscle control in my cock, but also made me extremely horny. So, as I had not ejaculated with Patty, or anyone else, through the week, it was now many days since I’d cum and my balls were ‘full to overflowing’.
I drove to Patty’s and we then drove together to the party. There were about a dozen women at the party and the hostess was a plump but chirpy woman in her 40’s who introduced us to her friends and we sat and chatted over a few drinks with them before the demonstrations began. The women were aged in the 30’s and 40’s with way too much make-up and extra short skirts and obviously most weren’t wearing knickers. A typical ‘Westies’ crowd! However, that didn’t necessarily mean they’d be uncouth, as I’d learnt long ago not to ‘judge a book by its cover’. Also, these parties often gave these women the opportunity to take charge of their sexuality, something that most women don’t have in their relationships with men.
Often this type of crowd would be the most receptive and fun to entertain.
The women were all seated in a large outdoor patio area and encircled our performing area. Patty had bought her sex toy catalogue and an array of toys and began the show. Her American accent gave her a professionalism that intrigued everyone.
She was good at what she did. She introduced my strip to the hit song ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ playing in the background. I had ‘warmed’ up in the kitchen and had my erection at the ready. I had a standard dance routine that Patty and I agreed would fit this song. My Ensemble Theatre acting abilities proved a great bonus for this strip. I performed my hedonistic dance routine to each of the women encircling me as I teased each layer of clothing from my body. I finished the strip with my hat propped over my erect cock, which brought, laugher, whistles and cheers from our audience. I then counter-announced Patty’s striptease to ‘The Stripper’ and this proved equally as popular with the women.
I then distributed an array of flavoured condoms. The cheekier women would look up into my face with a smile and giggle to the woman sitting next to them, as they’d lift my hat, as I moved around the circle. Patty asked loudly if they’d like a real model to test their condom skills. The question was rhetorical! “YES!” was the chorused reply. I moved from one woman to the next as they giggled embarrassingly and fumbled their condom onto my cock. Patty encouraged them to taste the finished product they’d just freshly applied on my erect cock. This proved a great ‘ice-breaker’ to the evening, as once each woman had held and sucked my flavoured cock, their juices started flowing and so did the party.
Patty kept everyone happy and jovial with her ongoing routine of jokes and sexy comments about the activities some of the women were enjoying with my cock. Occasionally, she’d come over and start wanking me or put my semi erect cock in a woman’s mouth to encourage more inclusive action by the audience.
I was beginning to appreciate Patty’s influence in these parties. Her familiarity with the conflict many women had with their innate feminine desires and cultivated reticence was to prove invaluable to ‘unwrapping’ another layer of female eroticism that I had not previously discovered. Her raunchy humour relaxed everyone, which disarmed their nurtured ‘lady-like’ reticence and now had them hot and keen to explore their natural sexual energies and latent fantasies. She was also able to project her own feminine erotic desires into the party, which encouraged every other woman to feel comfortable doing the same.
There was a regular pattern to these parties. Most women were always animated and excited for my performance but still reserved to let themselves be totally open. I had long been totally relaxed to be naked and erect while surrounded by women. My experiences had taught me how to use my body to entertain, amuse and arouse women of all ages, while maintaining a feeling of camaraderie and integration to share this fun together.
I never saw myself as anything special!
I had an attractive body and generous ‘tackle’, but anyone of a thousand other guys could boast similar qualities. My one ‘ace card’ was my familiarity and understanding of female sexuality and my comfort in sharing my ‘assets’ intuitively with women.
There were always one or two furtively reticent women in every one of these hens’ nights. These women would usually be well known to their friends and as I danced around the room, I would pick-up on the reactions of the audience as I approached these shy ones.
When working on my own, I’d often have to judge the sensitivities in the room before I focused on these ‘ladies’. However, Patty was as adept as I was at sensing these reactions and she quickly joined me in ‘tempting’ each shy lady to explore her erotic nature. Her feminine intuition in knowing just how far to extend their sensitivities was invaluable. Patty would either spray whipped cream over the tip of my cock, or drip some champagne down my shaft and then invite each lady to ‘taste test’ my ‘tempting’ cock. This disarmed them and within minutes every one of these shy women would have my balls in her hands and soon after my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking for ‘dear life’. This brought the room to tears of laughter and outrageously erotic comments.
Again, it was a case of ‘still waters run deep’. These women were aching for cock but found their learnt inhibitions stopped them from enjoying themselves to their full desires. There were three women in this group who fitted this profile and two of them were amongst the women who eventually booked me for private escort sessions in the week that followed.
Many alpha females would often want to prove their cock wanking skills to their girlfriends. They’d suck and wank me with increasing vigour, in the hope of getting me to cum and impress their friends. I never did! I rarely came across a woman who could get me to cum just with her hands and/or mouth. As no one was successful, no one was embarrassed. Of course, I’d always play the role of ‘almost’ blowing my load, which was enough to satisfy their egos.