Gilda booked me for two more pre-game ‘workouts’ over the week and fucked the ‘living daylights’ out of me every time. What a woman! She had stamina to burn! I also got to meet the whole team again many times. They all exuded indifference to my nakedness as I sat and chatted with them while recovering from Gilda’s sexual gymnastics. Eventually, one or two would sit and fondle and play with my cock, while we kept chatting together.
Although my naked deportment, in these situations, sometimes opened me to ridicule by a woman, I found from experience that the subtle sensuality of my nudity in these groups would eventually overwhelm their psyche and I’d often get a few of these women booking an appointment. It proved to be a wonderful form of ‘self-promotion’. I would always offer to get dressed, so was not offending anyone and I certainly wasn’t concerned what the prissy ones thought about me.
The tournament was an event open to all senior netball teams from around Australia. They won it easily and a healthy cheque as prizemoney – Gilda was the star. Her pre-game philosophy had worked again! They came to regard me as the team ‘lucky charm’ as every time I watched them they won.
So, on the final night before they were to fly home to Sydney, we had a huge party. They booked me for the whole night and took me to dinner and we ended up on the beach for a late night skinnydip. They then bundled me into the women’s change room at the beach and we all showered together. My cock was cleaned by multiple mouths under the showers as we laughed ourselves silly.
Their hotel was across the road from the beach and someone offered the dare that no one dress to get back to their room. We darted naked across the road with our clothing under our arms. Car horns hooted at this stream of naked women as we all scampered, laughing and joking through the traffic and into the hotel lobby and the lifts, up to their room.
We all fell into a laughing tangle of arms, legs, boobs, cunts and one cock, onto the floor in Gilda’s unit.
There was a real erotic energy in the air as we gathered our breath and grabbed a glass of champagne to celebrate their victory.
Over the remainder of the night and into the early hours, I went through my whole naked entertainment repertoire, fucked Gilda multiple times and many of her team mates as well.
As morning dawned I woke to find myself, tangled up with three naked women, in a large king-size bed, in a unit I didn’t recognize.
I waved them goodbye at the Gold Coast airport later that afternoon and had a smile on my face for days afterwards and a generous tip in my pocket.
CHAPTER 59
Escort Clients Type C
Another type of holidaying client I saw was the businesswoman on work assignment in Brisbane or the Gold Coast.
Preea, was a typical, but very special example of this client.
She was a corporate lawyer for a large legal conglomerate and based in Melbourne. She was a tall, gorgeous brunette, aged in her mid 30’s and beautifully manicured in every way. She was a career woman, no children and I was to learn had no significant other. Although very feminine in her appearance, she exuded a no-nonsense attitude and I was to learn, suffered fools poorly. As I got to know her I likened her to a chocolate éclair, with a sweet but firm exterior but gooey soft interior.
She was in Brisbane as legal representative for an auditor, charged with illegal practice.
She initially booked me just for a half hour appointment and we met at the coffee shop in her hotel lobby.
We just chatted during the whole appointment and then she left, which was unusual. She then rang me the following day and booked me again for a dinner date she was having with her client at a very expensive restaurant. She said she booked my services as she needed someone with intelligence and presentation. I must have satisfied those credentials at our initial meeting.
I wore a tailor-made suit and picked her up at her hotel lobby. We taxied to the restaurant and on the way, she gave me some details of the reason for the dinner. She explained she just needed me to help with the ambiance of the dinner, so that she could get to know her client better.
The dinner was marvelous. Beautiful food, amazing wines and the conversation seemed to flow smoothly. I could tell she was impressed with my general knowledge and ease of conversation. As a journalist, I had developed a talent to listen and let people talk then respond when appropriate. You learn so much about people that way.
Her client was accompanied by his de facto partner. She was very attractive but at least 20 years younger than him.
After dinner we caught a taxi back to her hotel and I assumed that was to be the end of the evening. However, she said she’d like to extend the booking and asked me up to her apartment.
When I entered her room, her mood changed dramatically. Gone was the firm exterior and suddenly the gooey soft interior was running free.
She complimented me on my demeanor at dinner and was impressed by my worldly-wisdom and said I’d helped satisfy all her business needs. She asked me if I’d now be willing to satisfy her ‘other’ needs?
As a male escort, she knew her question to me was rhetorical!
She didn’t wait for my answer – my smile did that!
She started undressing me, peeling off my tie, coat and shirt. I then took off my shoes and then as she raised her arms I peeled her dress over her head. I then moved behind her and undid her bra and slid her panties down to her ankles, she kicked off her shoes and panties with the same movement and stood there naked before me. She then moved toward me and undid my belt and the fly on my trousers and slid them and my jocks down to the floor together.
My cock was already semi-erect as it bounced free from my jocks as she removed them. She smiled broadly at the sight of my cock and grabbed it with both hands pulling me close to her and pressing her breasts against my chest.
Her expensive perfume filled my nostrils and her flesh felt like satin against mine. As our bodies melted together, she pressed her lips against mine and gave me a kiss that tingled my spine. This kind of intimacy always got my juices flowing and I could feel my cock filling with blood, expanding and edging upwards against her tummy. She eased her grip on my cock and placed both hands around my balls and pressed her body even tighter against mine.
“Will you fuck me know?” she whispered in my ear.
Again, the question was rhetorical!
I took her hand and we walked to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music with a remote control next to her bed. She then smiled at me as she laid down on the bed and opened herself to me.
As she was preparing the ambiance in the room, I’d slipped on a condom. I moved onto the bed and starting kissing and applying passionate oral kindness to every inch of her cunt.
She responded instinctively and immediately to this adoring attention and began to sigh and moan with feminine concord.
I continued my adoration to her charming yoni and began an internal massage on her g-spot.
She became still and I could tell she was concentrating every ounce of her being to absorb the exquisite attention she was receiving. I continued her yoni massage, utilizing my oral and tactile skills. Gradually her hips began a slow rhythmic dance, which intensified and quickened in synchronicity with my attention to her yoni.
I knew from her vaginal responses when she was about to orgasm and with my hand still massaging her g-spot I moved up and kissed her passionately on her lips.
She came in a rush and let out that deep, innate, orgasmic female groan that would always engulfed my every sense.
While she continued to pulse, I slid my cock into her warm cunt and remained still inside her as her wave of bliss continued. As her ‘waves’ widened, I began to slowly pulsate the hood of my cock against her g-spot and tenderly massaged her clitoris with my thumb.