As the count neared ‘ONE’, I compressed my pelvic muscles a few times then released with a thrust. I shot my globs of hot cum all the way across the room covering most of the women sitting there. They were all startled and ducked for cover as my cum sprayed down on them like a rainstorm. I came again with another full load that sprayed out to again cover all of them. My next few spurts went harmlessly into the air. My orgasmic wave continued for another few pumps as I completed my performance.
“Holy shit! How did you do that Michael,” Vicki shouted. “Fuck me, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Charli giggled. “That’s fucking amazing, Michael. How long does it take before you could do that again?” Vicki asked.
The questions kept coming thick and fast. I couldn’t answer any of them at the time, as my eyes had rolled back in my head and I was till reeling from my body-shaking ejaculation. My pelvic muscles were also still pulsating in the final throws of orgasm. “Give him a break girls, he’s only a man, remember?” Robyn joked.
Veronica, kindly came over and began massaging my balls to reduce the aching I was experiencing after releasing their massive load. “I’ve done this before Michael,” she smiling assured me.
Her warm hands and even warmer company brought me back quickly and we sat together while she continued to massage my balls and play with my limp cock.
The others then moved over and sat around me and on the floor in front. Charlotte relieved Veronica of my balls as she sat between my legs and continued with a wonderful technique, while Veronica continued to play with my cock and occasionally stoop over to suck the remaining juices from the tip.
We all sat around and chatted for another hour or so. I found out much about their particular sexual likes and dislikes, fantasies and perversions. I also learnt that Veronica and Vicki both ejaculated and there was the occasionally squirting contest between them with everyone betting on the winner. I was told that I was now an official entrant in the next squirting contest but there would be a handicap system used to equate male and female propensities to give everyone a fair chance of winning.
It seemed that the frog in the well had finally jumped free and similarly I was now being groomed as a ‘full time’ member of the collective. Equally, I was enjoying the company of these women. I felt I had a similar sense of humour and sensitivity and equal sexual intensity as the women in this group and I was feeling comfortable to be inducted into their collective.
My next decision was how to juggle priorities with all these new opportunities?
CHAPTER 57
Escort Clients Type A
Most of my escort clients were married women looking for a ‘one-night-stand’. Many were bereft of orgasmic pleasures in their relationships, which had become mundane and repetitive. He’d cum, he’d fall asleep and she’d then wank herself.
Out of desperation they’d book an appointment with me in the hope of enjoying a therapeutic orgasm and an opportunity to reassure themselves of their sexuality.
Most of these were daytime appointments and they’d come to me. We’d chat and relax and enjoy a drink. Often they’d fill their appointment with chatting and extend so that they could enjoy their original reason for booking – sexual satisfaction.
A typical client was Rosanne!
She was in her mid 30’s and been married for 15 years. She had two teenager kids and worked part time as a nurse at the Gold Coast Hospital. She still loved her husband, but their sex life was virtually non-existent. He was a workaholic and had his own building business. She admitted that she ‘faked’ orgasms regularly so as not to hurt her husband’s feelings. She lamented that she had never experienced a ‘real’ orgasm in her life. Many of her nursing colleagues often talked about orgasms but she found it difficult to believe them.
She was very nervous at our first appointment and felt both guilty and unsure whether she was doing the right thing.
I assured her that female orgasms were real and suggested she enjoy a yoni massage to ease both her feelings of guilt and skepticism. She seemed pleased with this option as it made her feel that she wasn’t really ‘cheating’ on her husband.
I stayed clothed for the yoni massage as I felt she would feel more comfortable.
After an hour of gentle stimulation of her yoni, she had still not achieved an orgasm. However, I offered to extend her appointment at no charge as I could sense her vagina becoming aroused. She obviously was feeling something as well and thanked me for the offer and we continued.
Within another ten minutes she had achieved her ‘very first’ orgasm in her life. She was overwhelmed with enjoyment and continually kept saying “Oh, thank you, thank you, Michael.” I suggested she lay back and relax for a few minutes as I knew she had only just begun her exquisite journey.
I continued to massage her yoni and by the end of the second hour she had achieved multiple orgasms and was hot and flushed and began to cry.
“Oh, my God!” she cried. “I could not believe I could ever feel this way.”
As with all my clients I always ended each appointment with a warm embrace to bond the wondrous emotions each woman had enjoyed with me. It gave me and I’m sure my client, a sense of emotional connection and didn’t make the experience seem simply physical.
Rosanne asked if I was available the following day as she now desperately wanted to know if she could feel this way with sexual intercourse.
When we began to get undressed for her appointment the following day she became a little agitated as I stood in front of her. I immediately recognized a look I had seem on many client’s faces. She was intimidated by the size of my cock.
My normal response to this reaction was to get her to just hold my cock in her hands and feel the soft texture of the skin. As my cock then grew in her hands there was a sense of relaxation that this ‘thing’ wasn’t going to hurt them.
This tactic seemed to reassure Rosanne also. I then encouraged her to just fondle and play with my cock and balls as I stood passively with her. I’d explain that she was in control of this appointment and she could decide what she wanted to do with my cock.
Gradually, her fears were eased and I laid her down on the bed and began to gently massage her yoni. With the continued reassurance that I’d ask her before I took the next step we proceeded.
After about fifteen minutes she was completely aroused and asked if I would ‘fuck’ her. I slid on a condom and some lubricant and began to slowly penetrate her, now very moist, cunt.
Gradually her cunt invited me further and further within and I moved her legs over my shoulders. In this position I could massage her g-spot with the hood of my cock and I continued slowly thrusting till her hips began to thrust in rhythm with mine. Her breath quickened and her neck and breasts flushed. I knew her orgasm was imminent so I increased the pace and depths of my thrusts.
Finally, her vagina ballooned then compressed around my cock and she exploded and groaned with that all-familiar feminine tone. Without pausing this time, I slowly continued my thrusting and she came again and then again. Each time her groans intensified and she again began to sob, then laugh and then cry. Her emotions were running free and so was her sexual ecstasy.
As I slowly withdrew my cock from inside her, she gasped at the sensation of release and then fell silent and still. Her eyes were closed but under her eyelids her eyes were dancing. Her face was very flushed and a broad smile began to beam.
I tenderly ran my fingers over her labia and around the hood of her clit and she let out a slow expressive sigh. I continued this massage for quite a while until she regained her composure.