The effects were unanimous for all three in both alternative positions! We laughed ourselves silly and following exploratory ‘man-handling’ and admiration of my jewels, we all settled down to enjoy a few drinks before fully copulating in a mini orgy and multiple exhaustive orgasms for all three ladies.
From this point on I never performed, anywhere, without my jewelry. Due to the amazing immediate effects, both visually and vaginally, my bejeweled masculinity had on women I became known as ‘Mystic Mike’.
Most parties started the same way with a Friday evening meet and greet. I would move amongst Robyn’s guests attending to their alcoholic needs and offering ‘finger foods’, dressed only in a waiter’s apron, white collar and red bow tie. I’d engorge my cock prior to all these evening greetings with my usual vacuum pump preparation, so that I had plenty of meat to meet and greet each guest. Robyn had a special apron designed for me that was the right size to discretely cover my ‘bejeweled surprise’.
This was the veiled invitation for guests to have a friendly grope while I served them their drink and proved the usual ‘ice-breaker’ to the entertainment that followed. However, it always amused me when a woman thought she was the ‘first’ to be so ‘naughty’.
It never took long from the first ‘unveiling’ for a chain reaction of intrigue and excited exploration of my ‘jewels’ to spread around each group. By the time I had served the first few rounds of drinks my apron had disappeared and my jewels were dangling invitingly for the first ardent lady to test my meat and greet on her sweet spot.
Most of Robyn’s guests were staff from her hairdressing salons, whom she was rewarding for outstanding service to her clientele and her business. I asked her once whether she would like me to organize other male entertainers for her parties. She was adamant that these events were primarily meant as a ‘team building’ opportunity for her staff and business colleagues. My entertainment was intended to be a simple but pleasant distraction for those who desired some sexual pleasures to add to their weekend fun.
She emphasized that my abilities to both relax and entertain and my sensitivity to respect their rights to decide if, when and where they’d partake in such distractions was my unique talent. She didn’t want to introduce any other conflicting possibilities into this successful formula.
Robyn’s unwritten maxim, ‘what happens on the island, stays on the island’ was the feature for all these parties. This gave her guests, single or in relationships, the freedom to decide what sexual pleasures they’d enjoy and to what extent they’d enjoy them. They knew that any tempting peccadilloes would not follow them home.
A staple at every party was a full performance sex service for one lucky guest. Robyn always offered this opportunity to her best performing staff member from her salons. Not everyone took up her offer, but most did with relish.
However, as this was always someone different for each party, Robyn would tease me and never tell me who my ‘performance fuck buddy’ was for each party. As I moved around during my dance routines I was supposed to pick one lady to accompany me on the ‘stage’ to perform an intense session of sexual pleasuring.
There were always willing volunteers for this performance, but often my ‘stooge’ would be the woman I’d least expect who was quietly and expectantly awaiting her turn to play with my jewelry as I moved from one woman to the next. I rarely managed to pick the right lady and Robyn would subtly signal from the ‘wings’ to keep moving, until I located my performing partner.
There were always a few women who were keen to participate in some sexual gymnastics as a ‘show’ for her friends. I’d quickly slip on a condom and give them a few playful thrusts so as not to embarrass her in front of her friends.
The reactions of each woman as she felt the gold ball on the tip of my cock hit her g-spot never ceased to amaze me. To a woman, every one reacted the same! Her eyes would bulge and mouth fall open as she momentarily lost her breathe with the intense stimulation inside her cunt. The reactions were similar to the scene in ‘When Harry Met Sally’ as she simulates orgasm in the restaurant. Every woman in Robyn’s groups would silently whisper, “I’ll have what she’s having, please”, and I’d be in constant demand for more playful thrusts as I moved around the room.
Robyn had hit on a good idea with the jewelry and she knew it. I could see her smiles from across the room as I played my part in entertaining her guests.
These women were usually in their 20’s and 30’s and either single or recently married young women. At this age, women are usually quite conservative in their sexuality and have been accustomed to being pursued. Most women don’t discover their innate erotic desires until their late 30’s and 40’s, so it was always a challenge to find the ‘erotic triggers’ for these groups.
Robyn and I would often meet to discuss varying ideas to ensure the entertainment would be suitable for these groups. I would often suggest an idea that I had discovered from many of the friendly ladies at Patty’s parties. Although Patty’s groups mainly consisted of middle-aged women, there were always a good percentage of young women who provided great ideas for some of the popular tricks I could use at Robyn’s events.
One form of entertainment that seemed to please all age groups was surprisingly, linedancing. The popular concept of linedancing as a repetitive, slow and boring dance was quickly shattered when I took groups of women through a routine set to a popular rock song of the era.
I’d dress in my leather cowboy chaps, cowboy hat and bandana.
As part of the entertainment, I’d appear firing imitation guns to get everyone’s attention and then do the linedance in full with my ‘guns’ dangling as I danced. It always got a great reception at every party.
After the partygoers had seen how ‘modern’ the moves were, I’d invite them all to line up in front of me and I’d take them through a basic routine and mirror all moves so that I could face everyone as I taught the dance. This also, added much mirth to the instructional steps as my ‘pistol and ammo’ bounced in tune with each step.
At the end of the evening, I’d do my trademark linedance routine to finish with both guns blazing as I shot my ‘groin gun’ at my audience.
Everyone saw linedancing from a totally different perspective after my routine.
So, with our combined ideas Robyn and I always managed to produce a great show for her parties.
Once a group of women realized I was having as much fun as them and offered them carte blanche permission to explore any fantasy with my body during Robyn’s more intimate parties, it was amazing how liberated and erotically extreme women would become.
I had developed a performance routine at all parties to entertain women, not just with my body, but with my sense of humour. I had learnt from Patty how much more sexually liberated women become when we are laughing, both at each other and their normally unexploited and outrageous sexual energy.
Sexual hunger is the one factor all humans have in common and by demonstrating my own uninhibited eroticism and establishing a safe space for them to release their own sexual desires with me, the party really moved into top gear.
CHAPTER 62
He Whoring at Full Throttle
My admiration for women in general grew from these parties, as no one ever treated me with disrespect or abused my intimate open-invitation offers. I believe that Toni’s early training of me as a naïve young man and then my ‘hypnotic’ stripping performances, followed by my experience of sexually educating young women at the convent college instilled in me a basic confidence with my body. This comfort at utilizing my nakedness to educate and entertain females, young and old, gave me the assurance to share this fun and at the same time be ‘one’ with women.