As the only transport from the mainland to the island was by private vessels, I had complete control over who could visit. Whenever an escort client was unable to find a suitable venue for their own discrete privacy I would offer to pick them up in my boat and host their appointment at my place at extra cost, of course.
Repeat clients often booked extended appointments so that they could enjoy the solitude and privacy to enjoy outdoor pleasuring on a blanket in the sun and fresh air. This proved a highly popular option for many clients. Once they felt comfortable to totally relax they would open themselves even more so to enjoy my pleasuring on them. The opportunity to explore their many fantasies on this island of sexual pleasures proved irresistible and I would play out many roles to satisfy them.
CHAPTER 61
My He Whoring Goes Full Time
By this time I had quit my job with Channel 7 and moved into publishing a nude lifestyle magazine. I often had copies of my magazine around my home and when clients realized my other profession a few asked if I would photograph them to satisfy a fantasy. I entered a few of these images into the Gold Coast Erotic Art Exhibition and won a few awards and sold many.
Robyn’s business propositions had also developed extensively.
She hosted business ‘parties’ for her clients and staff on themed days, such as Easter, Valentine’s Day, Mothers’ Day, International Women’s Day, and so on. She occasionally rewarded a valued staff member with the offer of a private appointment with me. She’d only use this ‘reward’ when she was sure the recipient would be very receptive to this type of ‘reward’. Not all availed themselves of the offer. One or two used their boss’s bonus as a gift certificate for a friend or relative whom they felt would more appreciate the sexual services.
Robyn’s themed parties were always outstanding successes. She had a way of organizing parties to fully satisfy and tantalise all her guests. She didn’t always call on my orgasmic talents at these parties and often chose to alternate my various talents, depending on who her guests were.
However, I was always called upon to fuck at least a few of her ‘special’ guests at the end of each party. My erection injection needles proved very handy at all these parties.
My favourite jobs were the holiday weekends she’d occasionally organize at some spectacular destination. We visited exotic locations such as a Pacific Island resort or she’d book a whole Great Barrier Reef Island for a small group of her most prized clients. As well as her team-building activities she’d treat them to a weekend that included some unsurpassed erotic pleasures. I was often kept busy giving yoni massages and occasionally satisfying those clients who requested sexual intimacy.
Some of her ‘guests’ became regulars at many of her parties or island getaways and I got to know many of them on a very personal basis. I always kept Robyn informed of her guests who had booked me for private escort work in the intervening weeks. I didn’t want to cause friction amongst these women by keeping these intimacies a secret from each other. When everyone knew of these disclosures there was no problems and often warm friendships developed from the shared knowledge.
One of my favourite destinations was a small resort on a private Great Barrier Reef island. Robyn would book the whole resort for a weekend.
The resort was an eco-resort, not super luxurious, but very well maintained, neat and comfortable. I always had a private cabin for myself. This was an arrangement to suit any client who needed discretion when utilizing my services. As all her guests were female, there was always the threat of ‘gossip’ for any indiscretion by a married lady or between friends. The walkway to my cabin was hidden from the main thoroughfares, so anyone coming to or going from my cabin could be assured of secrecy.
Not that this was usually a problem. All guests knew that I was available for almost any sexual service that Robin ‘advertised’ and it wasn’t unusual for me to have a few friends openly sharing their fun with me in my cabin.
Robyn insisted that I be nude the whole time for these weekend retreats, as it set a tone that allowed her guests to feel at ease to do the same.
I had long become adept at distancing myself from any self-modesty in regards to my body. Over the many decades that I had been a male entertainer I had recognized that my main asset was my comfort amongst women. I was a normal guy, but one with aptitude and experience to put most women at ease to enjoy my body and its sexual capabilities. Rather than standing out as different to them, I could integrate into their fun and at the same time openly share my sexuality without any inhibitions.
Robyn had a wicked sense of humour and an extremely erotic imagination. She was keen to exploit my assets to entertain her guests and at the same time improve my attractiveness to them. She suggested I wear some genital jewelry to increase my sensuality and had me ‘measured’ for a spectacular cock ring and ball rings.
As a circumcised male, the hood of my cock afforded me the opportunity to wear a cock ring. The ring she had designed was a gold band encrusted with small diamonds with a gold ball clasp, which was the size of my largest fingernail. The ball clasp allowed for adjustments in the tightness of the ring around my cock as it grew and swelled, so as to keep it securely in place and at the same time not ‘castrate’ my hood. Neither Robyn nor myself wanted such an expensive adornment to ‘disappear’ down any of her guests’ throats or cunts during my performances.
The two ball rings were of a similar design but with a wider band that fitted snuggly around each of my testes and clasped just firm enough to make both balls swell to an enriched and rounded shape. In this bejeweled state my two balls dangled separately and invitingly at a nice equal distance below my cock. When I was fully erect the jewels sparkled like two bouncing baubles adorning a ruby red Christmas tree.
We both cracked up laughing when Robyn first ‘installed’ all the jewelry in place. However, she was obviously impressed with the finished product!
Robyn was a perfectionist and left nothing to chance. She insisted on testing the effects of the gold ball clasp on a few cunts. The theory was that the ball on the tip of my cock should enticingly stimulate the g-spot of her guests, when I fucked them.
Robyn invited both Virginia and Veronica to join her in the fucking rehearsals. It was also theorized that if I fucked a guest ‘doggy-style’, then by simply rotating the gold ball to the underside of my hood would also achieve satisfactory stimulation to her g-spot.
To say the theory was successful, would be an understatement. Robyn naturally insisted on ‘hers’ being the first. She almost came immediately after just a few thrusts in the missionary position and she was left breathless by the effects my jewelry had accomplished. We then rotated the ball to the underside of my cock and performed the experiment ‘doggy style’ with equal effect. We then repeated the same process with a condom to ascertain whether the vaginal stimulation would be the same. It was!
To satisfy ourselves that this wasn’t just a remarkably sweet and unique genital alignment between myself and Robyn, both Ronnie and Ginni ‘graciously’ volunteered their cunts for the same ‘scientific’ experiments.
We knew from regular fucking and experimentation between us that each lady had obvious varying differences in labia. However, more importantly for this experiment they also varied considerably in vaginal capacities, such as the tightness and length of their vaginal cavity and more importantly positioning of their g-spots.