I’d often experience ‘out-of-body’ sensations at many of these parties. I could feel myself performing and relishing the joyful faces gathered around me and at the same time be amongst these same women, laughing, lusting, pointing and joking amongst them, at the outrageous, happy, horny performer.
Similar to Patty’s talents at encouraging women to ‘let go’, Robyn has a similar technique with her guests. As the managing director and owner of the business, she held a powerful influence over these groups of women. As she let her hair down, so did they! She would encouraged everyone to take as much liberty with my body as their fantasies allowed and I joined her enthusiastic encouragement by often taking a guest by her hands and sharing an erotic comment or two as she became VERY familiar with my body.
Cock sucking, not surprisingly with the attraction of my sparkling jewelry, was always popular. I’d often have two or three women gathering to take their turn to fill their mouths full of as much of my cock as they could swallow. There were always at least one or two alpha females at every party who took pride in taking every last inch of my cock down their throats, to a chorus of cheers and erotic comments. Plus, there were always many different ‘condiments’ used to add some tang to my man-meat. Champagne was always popular, but occasionally some honey or whipped cream would be slathered over the tip of my cock to ‘make the medicine go down’.
The one performance I was always called upon to perform was my ‘hothead’ ejaculation. This trick was usually the number one request I’d get when booking a party with Patty or on my own. The party host or the special guest was usually signaled out to receive the shower of cum or to have the ‘honour’ of directing my cock in the direction of her choice, usually at her bridesmaids or close friends.
At Robyn’s weekend events, I’d do this performance once or twice a day, depending on the schedule of entertainment she had programmed. Robyn usually offered the position of ‘ejaculation assistant’ to her most prized guest.
Over these weekend events, it became normal practice for me to fuck a couple of women every day as well as perform the many simulated sex scenes and explosive ejaculation highlight for guests during my evening performances. In addition, I’d be booked for a minimum of three to four yoni massage sessions, one or two of which would require ‘full service’ and count in that daily fucking tally.
I had complete control over my arousal and never blew my wad until required, so never had any problem completing my ‘assignments’.
During my whole whoring career I never underestimated that tender moment for each woman as she prepared herself emotionally and fully exposed her most prized possession in her nervous hope of exquisite pleasure.
I believe my sensitivity toward each woman in these situations, partly explained why my escort appointments included so many regular clients.
Although I’d like to boast that I always satisfied EVERY client, it wouldn’t be true. Some women were unable to climax in these circumstances and I understood the many and varied reasons for these personal issues. Sometimes, the physicality of my cock and her cunt just didn’t match. Overweight women were sometimes difficult to satisfy. Their size and lack of flexibility made positioning of my cock to their sensitive areas almost impossible for a vaginal orgasm, but they could usually manage a clitoral climax. However, I always had a 100 percent success rate for multiple vaginal and clitoral orgasms for every client during yoni massage sessions.
Although these weekends were always an exhausting orgy of sex for me, they were an amazing amount of fun and I always looked forward to them. I met a myriad array of personalities and had some extraordinary conversations with many of these women. However, I’d also always need a few days of ‘rest and recuperation’ afterwards.
Robyn and I gradually formed a very close friendship. There was an ‘understanding’ between us that this was a business arrangement, as well as a sexual friendship, but would never develop into anything deeper. She valued my sexual capabilities but when she became aware of my Doctorate qualifications, she was totally surprised. She had never had recourse to enquire about my academic qualifications… after all what could a Doctorate in Pure Mathematics offer her and her clients?
However, once she appreciated that I had a brain as well as a body, her attitude to me changed. As I had also owned a successful international publishing business she began to include me in some of her business discussions. However, she was very careful not to let me get too close to her operation and I understood her caution.
One thing that did change was the energy she bought to our fucking friendship. She now saw me in a new light and like most women became much more aroused by the fantasy that my total masculinity promised.
I came to understand her every mannerism when she wanted to fuck me. It could be something as simple as the way she looked at me when we were amongst her female guests, or it could simply be the way she touched me as she glided past during her busy socializing in a crowded room. Whatever cue she gave me, I would know that at the end of the night she wanted me back at her place when I’d finished all my other ‘duties’ with her guests.
She also knew my physical capacities and when I would need to use my erection injections, so she always kept a supply of my injection fluid in her refrigerator – for any personal or party ‘emergency’.
CHAPTER 63
He Whore To Therapist
Over the next two decades my He Whoring was interrupted by another committed relationship where I was monogamous. Both my long-term partners were beautiful, delightful ladies, but over time both relationships fell apart either due to ‘boring’ sex and/or few common interests. I guessed, as this seemed a recurring theme, that the problem was not them, but me. The longer we were together the less sex we shared. At this stage of my life I had enjoyed a long history of being tantalized by very erotically charged women.
However, with each of my long-term relationships, sex died very soon into each relationship – some for obvious reasons, such as one was a lesbian and the other a workaholic. During my periods of monogamy with my partners we drifted into a pattern of sex, at most, twice a year. Sex had become mundane and boring!
Near the end of my last long-term relationship, I developed aggressive prostate cancer! Research is inconclusive, but there does seem to be a link between a poor sex life and prostate cancer in men. I had gone from an active sex life to zero in the previous ten years and I’m certain it was the cause for my cancer.
One of the many side-effects of radical prostate surgery is erectile dysfunction. Despite an excellent surgeon, most of the nerves to my cock had been destroyed during the operation. I couldn’t complain, as without surgery I wouldn’t have been alive. However, I now needed a prosthetic to enable an erection to satisfy a partner. This operation had another unfortunate side-effect in that it considerably reduced the size and girth of my cock.
Fortunately, due to my ‘starting point’ before the operation, I now had a ‘normal’ size cock and still ample left to satisfy women. I also no longer ejaculated and had little penile sensitivity, so sex wasn’t stimulating at all. However, I could now offer my sexual partner a rock-hard erection, for as long as she required, without any effort on my part.
It wasn’t all bad!
So, although my sexual capabilities remained after my treatment, I decided my days as a He Whore were finished and I lamented it not!