One of the women remaining asked if she could book me then and there for a session back at her place that night. She was obviously extremely horny as she agreed to pay well over the ‘going rate’ for this late-night service. I agreed and arranged to meet her one hour later. I knew I was going to need another injection, but the money was good and I was still horny from all the fucking female energy at that party that I didn’t care. I was completely electrified and my whole body was still buzzing.
Patty had kindly given out both our business cards to everyone as they left as we drove home I’d received phone calls for four bookings for the following day for simple one hour fucking sessions.
She seemed very happy with the way the night had gone and the hostess had booked her again for another sex toy party the following weekend. She asked if I’d be available and I agreed.
I sensed she was also buzzing with erotic energy and knew I had another appointment in the next hour, but asked if I would like to ‘sleep over’ at her house after I’d finished. I agreed and she gave me the key to her front door.
My fucking appointment went well and I managed to satisfy my client a few times before she fell asleep in a sex-charged and alcohol induced stupor. I let myself out but my cock was now feeling the pain from so much action that night. When I got back to Patty’s I was relieved that she was asleep, so I snuggled in beside her and quickly fell asleep myself.
I woke later in the morning with Patty sucking my cock and playing with my balls. As I stirred so did my cock and I was ready to satisfy her almost immediately. She was as impressed as I was with my libido and we fucked each other solid for the next hour. I knew I couldn’t cum in her as I had four fucking appointments that afternoon and needed my energy. She understood, so I gave her an extra special dose of cunnilingus and vaginal massage. She enjoyed over half an hour riding an orgasmic wave that left her energized and ready for the day.
The remainder of the day flew by as I raced from one appointment to the next. I needed another two needles that day to completely satisfy each of my clients, but was well paid for my efforts.
However, my body was feeling the pressure and I recognized my cock needed a few days of rest before I’d be able to perform again. I spent those days either at work as a TV journalist or as I did with any of my free time, running and swimming and training for my many sporting activities.
CHAPTER 55
Another Harem
The week had passed quickly with the sex toy party and a further three escort jobs on top of the four the following day. I had received a dozen phone calls from women at Robyn’s party who wanted to book me for their own parties or as an escort to a function or just an hour or two of pleasuring. I had two confirmed parties by the end of the week for later in the month and three others had booked me for escort work in the following week. So I was becoming a very busy Naked Knight.
In addition I was still working part time with Channel 7 News as a journalist through the day. Again, it always intrigued me that not a signal client ever recognized me from my appearances on the nightly news. Well at least they never indicated that they had!
I was truly amazed, but unconcerned even if I had been recognized. I had nothing to hide! I was working legally as an escort and entertainer and no one was ever coerced against their free will. I also felt that I was satisfying a true need in society, much in line with the echoing feminist philosophy of my butterfly and friend Janice.
I sincerely enjoyed pleasuring women, irrespective of the fact that I was rarely sexually satisfied during the appointment. I often questioned my reasons for enjoying my work. It seemed less about the money, but more about the pleasure I could create that motivated me. I used my psychology studies to psychoanalyze myself. All I could assess was that the experience of my childhood abuse created in me a need to have control over my sexuality when it came to relationships with women.
That female teacher many years ago had used my body against my will for her sexual satisfaction. Now, I had a choice to use my body to give pleasure to women.
Irrespective of my motivations, one thing I knew for certain, was that women enjoyed my talents and I enjoyed sharing them. I never saw sex in a negative light. To me sex was a gift to share and please others!
Friday rolled around and Patty and I did another of her sex toy parties. This one wasn’t as wild as the previous one, but I did manage to complete the Santa cums routine with two ejaculations, fucked five women in the performance fucks and also fully satisfied the winner of the lucky door raffle plus the hostess. The hostess had admitted wanting me to fuck her the previous week, but wasn’t sure how to ask. She seemed well pleased with her orgasms and paid me well, plus she booked Patty and I again for the next four weekends for her regular sex toy parties.
Another three bookings from the party followed on Saturday for purely one hour fucking appointments. These sex toy parties were proving to be a gold mine for simple sex appointments. The one hour fucking appointments were easy money as each client was well aroused from the party the night before. They didn’t need time to establish trust and to relax nerves. They had seen me and knew my talents and were often – very – ready to be totally satisfied. I had complete confidence in my abilities to satisfy almost any woman and I didn’t need to lose any of my essence in the process. I could also easily move to another of these bookings immediately afterwards.
On the Saturday night I returned to Robyn’s place to meet her ‘collective’ friends. I purposely arrived slightly late so that I could meet them all at the same time.
Robyn, Veronica (Ronnie) and Virginia (Ginni) were joined by two other women – Vicki and Charlotte (Charli). Their ages, I was to discover ranged from 55 down to 35. Vicki was the eldest and Charlotte the youngest.
They all looked me up and down, with what seemed at the time, typical lesbian cynicism. I did feel quite uncomfortable until Robyn invited me to sit next to her. She introduced me formally to her group, although I knew they would have discussed me in detail prior to this. They were all very intrigued to hear about my marriage to Fran and my ‘lesbian’ relationship. I told them about my many lesbian friends that I’d met through Fran. I also detailed my extensive sexual ‘training’ with the bisexual ‘harem’. Again, eyebrows were raised with interest. I felt they were beginning to get a sense that I wasn’t a ‘blokey’ bloke and had a wealth of experience and sensitivities for females. However, I was forthright in my belief in equality of the sexes but not by the current feminist philosophy of Affirmative Action. Ooops! Like that frog in the well, it was ‘two steps up, one step back’. But I was making progress!
I was as equally intrigued by their ‘collective’ history and how they saw me fitting in with them. I was fascinated to learn that not one of them had a brother. What an amazing coincidence to the women in my ‘harem’ at the college – or was it? They had ‘introduced’ a few men to their collective in the past, but none had proved successful.
They were forthright in how they saw my contribution to their collective. Despite their fancy words, I was basically being welcomed as the ‘standby cock’. I’m sure they sensed that I genuinely enjoyed the company of women. A lot of feminine ‘sixth sensing’ was floating backward and forward between us. I had inherited my sixth sense from my mother and it was further developed in my formative years surrounded by females at the girls’ college and then in my life as a male escort and entertainer. I felt I understood the female psyche, albeit I could be wrong on many occasions, but I got it right as many times as any woman would in the same circumstances.