After about two hours of fervent conversation and the occasional humorous banter I was asked if I’d mind adjourning to the kitchen for a few minutes while they discussed my ‘credentials’. I had virtually decided that if they accepted me into their group, I’d be keen to trial it as well. I was intrigued by their mature approach to their sexuality and sense of fun. They also seemed like interesting people individually from the little I had gleaned about them. After my many extraordinary years of mind-blowing pleasures with my college harem, I was keen to find something similar again.
The vote was taken and I was in – conditionally for the first month. I accepted their invitation and we cracked open a few bottles of champagne (left over from the Melbourne Cup party) and enjoyed a few more hours of light-hearted conversations and laughter.
The collective met informally once or twice each week and there was no expectation to attend every get together. There was never any expected agenda to these meetings and sex wasn’t necessarily a primo item. They might occasionally have an intellectual discourse on an assigned topic or book as part of the evening get together. In addition to work and other commitments and as is common with women, periods and associated discomfort often meant they couldn’t or weren’t interested in attending every time.
The next gathering was again at Robyn’s place the following Tuesday evening. After my work at Channel 7, I had an early evening escort appointment that was booked by the client specifically as just one-hour of sexual pleasuring. These appointments sometimes went longer and depending on any commitments afterwards I’d not worry if they stretched beyond the one hour. It would depend on how much I was enjoying the appointment as much my client’s orgasmic waves. I never liked to interrupt a woman when she was enjoying a journey of orgasmic bliss. If possible I would keep her on that orgasmic wave for as long as she continued to enjoy the ride.
However, on this night, my appointment was a new client and these often took longer than one hour, as there is the initial nervousness to overcome and it takes time to develop trust. Often, only when a woman felt comfortable in my care and my genuine concern for her needs, was she able to experience her bliss.
This was the case on this night. My client was extremely nervous and confessed that she had suffered from previous sexual abuse. I was able to bring her to a minor orgasm with a yoni massage by the end of the hour, but she was keen to experience full penetration. I had to apologize to her that I had another appointment. I offered her a larger discount than normal for a regular client if she’d like to return another night. She was happy with this and booked again for the following evening.
I arrived at Robyn’s half an hour late and everyone was there and had been drinking and chatting cheerfully. There didn’t seem too much concern for my tardiness when I explained my circumstances. In fact, I think I scored some major ‘brownie points’ for expressing my concern for my client’s orgasmic pleasures.
As I had interrupted the flow for the evening, I took a seat and waited to see how this was going to play out. Robyn was engaged with Ronnie in some casual kissing and touching, but told me to make myself at home and help myself to a drink from the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of wine from the fridge and when I returned everyone, except Charli was involved with some form of chat or play with another. I sat down next to Charli. She was a little younger than me but we were able to chat inconsequently about her work as a media consultant.
She told me more about her life history and I shared more of mine. Charli’s title of ‘media consultant’ was as creative editor for an adult magazine. She had begun as a model in the adult industry and as she aged had moved more into the creative side of the business. She insisted that her modeling only ever involved simulated sex.
She was intrigued to know the name of the college where I had taught. When I told her, she smiled broadly. “No way!” she shouted. “A colleague from work went to that school and had told me about a male teacher who taught her much more than was on the academic curriculum. I asked Charli her name, but she didn’t know her maiden name. She said her friend had told her that my ‘tuition’ was the most valuable thing she had learnt at school. From what Charli told me, I had recognized the special ‘extra curricula sex education’ class Janice and I had taught. Charli said she’d tell her friend I was in town and was certain she’d want to meet me.
Charli had attended a Presbyterian girls’ college and said there would have been no way that course could have been taught there. We both laughed at her assessment!
By this time we had broached each other’s ‘personal space’ and were touching in a familiar fashion. I was becoming aroused by her and I could tell Charli was feeling very comfortable in my company.
I made no moves and considered that as the ‘odd man out’ in this collective I should wait for subtle directions about my involvement. The ‘heat’ in the room was building as two women had already reached an orgasm and were now returning the favour
for their partner. Charli was showing definite signs of frustration, so I took her hand and kissed it gently with the formality of a gentleman greeting a lady of refinement. She laughed in recognition of my invitation and kissed me on the lips.
This was her signal of acceptance for foreplay and she moved my hand under her blouse to caress her breast. I responded instinctively and removed her top and kissed her breasts. She responded with equal instinct and began removing my shirt and pants. We were soon both naked. I donned a condom and we interlocked our bodies in a passionate embrace.
She reached a wonderful orgasm and we then just held each other in a warm naked embrace. I was unsure what the remainder of the night might involve so I held my ejaculation and it proved a wise decision. As Charli’s passion was subsiding, we were joined by Ronni and Ginni. They had sensed Charli’s need for feminine compassion and both embraced her and began kissing her all over. Charli relaxed back onto the floor and spread her limbs in a star shape and absorbed their attention. I sat back on the divan and sipped on my wine and watched this beautiful naked threesome writhing in passion before me.
My erection was still firm and prominent and all the women occasionally glanced in my direction, but said nothing.
Gradually, passions subsided in the room and one by one each woman regained her composure and continued drinking and chatting amongst themselves. A couple of the women joined me on the divan sitting either side of me and asked me how I was feeling. My erection had subsided and I was in a good mood and returned their casual banter. I was genuinely enjoying myself in their company.
I have always been attracted to intelligent, attractive women who are open and honest about their sexual energy. I am very comfortable with my masculinity and will respond respectfully to a sexual advance as a healthy, mature, sexually active male. However, I am equally comfortable expressing my feminine nature when in the company of women.
I was to learn later that my indifference to ‘getting laid’ that evening impressed those in the collective who were still unsure about me. They apparently were impressed with my ability to enjoy their company, even allowing for the fact that I had been extremely aroused, without the need to orgasm.
CHAPTER 56
Business Keeps On Improving
Robyn rang me the next morning before I headed off to work and asked if I would like to meet her after my escort appointment that evening.
The woman I had to hold over from the night before turned up anxious for plenty of fucking fun. She had well and truly relaxed and was very comfortable to enjoy the pleasures I poured upon her. As I was aware of her early sexual abuse I began her session slowly with another yoni massage but she was obviously anxious to maximize her one-hour of cock. After just ten minutes she asked if she could fuck me.