Her PA has asked me if I can organise a suitable man for her pleasure. He told me she expects a younger man, ten or fifteen years younger, good looking, a taut masculine body. And he stressed the man must be well hung with no inhibitions or hang ups.”
“Does Friday afternoon in the Hyatt penthouse work for you? Her agent offered ten-percent over our normal fee, plus a performance bonus.”
“How can I earn the performance bonus, what do they expect for them to pay it?”
“Roger, for a very experienced gigolo, or male prostitute, you can be very naive at times.”
“You mean ..?”
“Yes, I think so.”
I was reminded of a few prima donnas I had encountered in my work as a gigolo, often they had grand off-stage personalities and were seen as demanding of their colleagues. Some had behaved in a demanding or temperamental fashion, or had an inflated view of them self and a self-centered attitude.
Though without exception they had been stellar and incredibly talented lovers.
A little after three on the Friday Morgana’s PA, Stephen, was briefing me. He appeared to be a little younger than me, late-twenties, a pretty androgynous blond boy, with a large diamond earring.
“Morgana, won’t be long. Can you take your shirt off for me? You appear to meet her requirements, ten or fifteen years younger than Morgana, good looking, a taut masculine body. Nice. Do you have any, inhibitions or hang ups?,” he asked as he looked approvingly at my naked torso, before he slid a fingertip over my nipples, then licked them. “I don’t think so,” he smiled as I gasped, enjoying his subtle touch.
“Finally, Morgana and I both stressed today’s man must be well hung. Are we on the same page?,” he teased as he ran one hand over my naked chest while he ran a hand over the bulge in my slacks.
“I’m Morgana, pleased to see you boys are getting along so well,” she smiled with a European accent and stentorian voice as she made her grand entrance. She had an incredibly strong presence, close to six feet tall in killer heels, black hold up stockings and a black designer jacket with just one button fastened to show her exciting cleavage. Her wonderful well formed thighs looked wonderful, with lots of exciting bare flesh between her stockings and the coat
“I won’t be needing this any more Stephen,” she told him as she opened her coat to show me her magnificent, size 14 body. Now, totally naked, apart from her heels, and a skimpy black cup-less bra, as she handed the coat to him.
“My lady friends all tell me it is ultra feminine and super sexy to wear nothing but a cup-less bra and heels to impress their men. What do you think?”
“Not bad for forty-five,” she smiled as I ogled her body. Wonderful legs, trimmed, jet black pubes, flat stomach, trim waist line, her large, slightly saggy tits with big nipples, showcased and highlighted by her cup-less bra, then as she turned a terrific, big firm ass for me.
As we tongue kissed by way of greeting, the tactile feel of my hand on her ass cheeks was electric. Is there anything more enjoyably tactile than a hand on a woman’s naked ass?
I have an ass fetish and couldn’t help myself as I knelt and licked and kissed each size-14 ass cheek in turn. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Stephen watching, an extra buzz for me.
“So pleased you like my big ass,” Morgana whispered I as I continued licking and kissing each ass cheek in turn, aware of Stephen watching.
“Show Stephen your cock then he will leave us alone until later,” Morgana told me with great authority as I took immense delight in obeying her orders, already rock hard for them.
“I told Stephen to organise a younger man, ten or fifteen years younger than me, good looking, a taut masculine body. And I stressed the man must be well hung with no inhibitions or hang ups. So far you tick all the boxes, you must be ten-inches and thick, magnificent. Do you have any inhibitions or hang ups?,” she asked as we kissed with the tips of our tongues while she lightly stroked my erection.
“Let’s find out.”
“Lick my cunt, wonderful foreplay before we fuck,” she told me in her stentorian voice with her back to the wall, legs spread as I grasped her ass cheeks and commenced licking her almost bald cunt lips. A few minutes later she was chanting, “Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”
“Which way?”
“From behind so I can watch myself in the mirror. For at least thirty-minutes,” she told me as she glanced at her wrist watch.
“I have an ass fetish, and yours is just magnificent, fucking magnificent,” I whispered twenty minutes later, with my hands grasping her ass cheeks. the noise I was making as I slapped into her ass an extra turn on for both of us.
“Thirty minutes and counting,” she whispered looking at her watch. :Fuck me harder, harder, harder, I have never, ever had ten-inches. Harder, don’t stop, don’t stop. So good, so fucking good. Cum with me, cum with me, Now, now.”
An hour later I was reminded of a lady from my past who told me, “A blow job is always enhanced when your partner is wearing something sexy: Something that you feel incredible in and they are turned on by – it will help your confidence,” I as Stephen reappeared wearing, low heels, a black silk scarf and a knee length black, silk dressing gown.
“Did you realise Roger?,” he smiled full of confidence as he flashed his gown open to show me tits, and feminine body in just a tiny black, high waisted male thong for my visual pleasure.
“You know Stephen set this up for himself as much as me don’t you? He has a thing about well hung men,” Morgana told me as she stood naked behind me, her arms under mine, as I sat on a high stool, my feet barely touching the floor in front of a wall length mirror, another one at ninety-degrees, the visuals of receiving head watching in mirrors a bonus.
“You know he wants to give you a blow job. And he wants me to watch, and I want to watch. Can you get it up again for him?,” Morgana whispered as Stephen licked my nipples, then sucked them while Morgana was tongue kissing me.
“I should have asked can you get it up again for both of us? Would that be more exciting for you? I love to watch him giving a blow job to a man who has just fucked me. You knew he was watching didn’t you?
“We both wanted a man with thick, ten-inch erection Stephen, your turn to take your pleasure.
I had been in this situation numerous times, a female client’s toyboy, partner or business associate wanting to give me a blow job while the female client watched, though never with the same vibe as this one.
Her words, “And he wants me to watch, and I want to watch,” spoken in her husky, sexy voice were an extra stimulus. I had almost forgotten Ada had told me, “Her PA offered thirty percent over our normal fee, plus a performance bonus.”
He had me fully aroused again, his hands and fingers on my torso as Morgana produced a cock ring and clipped it under my balls.
“Can you last twenty-minutes Roger? Not many men can with him,” Morgana whispered as she watched him tease me, lick my erection, the underside as he pushed it against my torso, then both sides to it.
“Your cock is magnificent, fucking magnificent, I wanted it as soon as we spoke on the phone,” he told me as we made eye contact, his flattery an extra buzz as he licked the tip of my cock before her commenced sucking and using a hand. Then a combination of licking and sucking.
He was obviously very experienced as he varied the pace and listened out for any reactions I might show I was enjoying it, my heavy breathing and sighs already a give away. The way he was breathing with my erection in his mouth, sucking air in to tighten the space in his mouth was very pleasurable.
The tip of my erection is very sensitive, I loved him licking and stimulating the tip of my erection as he came up for air. “Am I good?,” he teased as he sucked and teased my balls, then ran his hands over my chest and torso, feeling my thighs, touching them in sensitive spots.
“Is he good?,” Morgana asked as she teased my ass cheeks with her hands and fingertips.
His experience was obvious as he slowly edged me, taking more of my shaft in, without pressuring himself.
“What can I do to make it even better for you? Perhaps lick and kiss my big ass while my PA is feasting on your thick, ten-inches,” she teased for the benefit of both Stephen and I.
I was right on the edge, ready to orgasm for Stephen, he had been expertly edging me, with his lady boss watching, kissing and licking her ass cheeks, when Morgana asked sarcastically, “You still haven’t told me if you have any inhibitions or hang ups?
“Wow, obviously not,” she smiled as Stephen swallowed.
The next day I received an email from my agent Ada, ‘Did they pay the performance bonus. Did they expect anything you weren’t comfortable with?’
‘Yes and no, though not sure who was the prima donna, him or her,’ I emailed back.
