9 comments/ 47475 views/ 11 favorites From Physio to Gigolo By: mandywilluk2000 I never saw or heard from Amanda Williams again. Those incredible times in my treatment room became a never to be repeated memory. But what a memory? As I got back into the routine of being a physiotherapist I continually hoped that another Amanda would come across my treatment table. “No chance though,” I thought, “that was a once in a lifetime experience. I could though hope and did every time a remotely attractive woman became my patient. I’d been in the UK for just over two years when my Amanda experience happened. London seemed to have so much more to offer a twenty six year old very randy Aussie. But by Christ was it expensive. Despite being lucky in landing a good job as a, very, junior partner in a physiotherapist practice in the Docklands area of London, money was tight and I had nowhere near the life-style I wanted or, I had to be honest, .that I could have back in Oz. I wasn’t really sure, particularly after what had happened with Amanda, that I was really cut out to be a physio. Although I felt that I was good at diagnosing problems and could treat them effectively I found dealing with women so difficult. I mean what twenty six year old wouldn’t have problems massaging half naked women? I still suffered from terrible urges when treating them particularly, of course, attractive ones. As it happens I didn’t get that many and those I did get tended to be older, thirty five an upwards usually, but that didn’t make it any easier for I’d always had a really big thing for older women. I sometimes found the temptation of having a half naked woman lying in front of me, my hands on her bare skin, my eyes catching glimpses of parts of her that I shouldn’t, so difficult to resist. Almost a year had passed since that momentous last time with Amanda when she’d dressed up in a white tunic and had then effectively fucked me. But nothing remotely promising had happened with any other woman since. This was despite me developing a way of testing the water. So far, unfortunately but maybe inevitably, all the tests had been negative but I was, if nothing else, optimistic and I persevered with my little test programme. I’d been told about it by a mate who still lived in Melbourne and worked there in a similar job to me. He was older, well into his late thirties. We chatted on the web quite often so I could keep in touch with what was happening in Melbourne and I’d told him about my problem. “Nothing unusual in that mate,” he’d written in yahoo messenger, “we all live in hope, you’ve just got to shorten the odds a bit haven’t you? “How d’you mean, Bruce? “Just lighten your touch Brad when you massage her when she’s laying on her front,” he’d said. “Run your hands gently up the inside of her thighs, going close to her pussy but not touching. If she likes it you’ll see and then you’re in, if she gives no signs then back off and you’re ok. Simple ennit mate?” So I’d tried that half a dozen or so times and had got no reactions whatsoever. But I persevered; I kept trying, after all the ethics lecturer at Melbourne Medical School had warned my class, “There’s a type of woman around who’ll want more than a medical massage and most of you are likely to have one on your massage table within a couple of years.” Brad hadn’t yet, that is unless you counted Amanda but he felt she was different. Jill was about forty-five. A short-haired, blonde with a slightly dumpy body. “Nice face though,” I’d reckoned on first meeting her, immediately putting her into the “worth a try category.” I’d given her strained thigh muscle some faradic and ultra heat treatment and, as usual and proper with muscular problems, was finishing the session off with a massage. The slight tear in her thigh muscle was on the outside but nearer to the front so she was lying on her back. I’d draped one towel across her middle and another across her boobs and was working on the muscle. Although a little heavy her legs weren’t that bad and under the top towel there seemed to be quite a lot of flesh although I hadn’t yet had even a glimpse of any of it. The towel though, rather promisingly, had slipped a little so that, almost but not quite, the tips of her nipples were on display. I’d pondered on how to move it from almost but not quite to something more visually impactful but hadn’t yet come up with anything. As she laid there her eyes closed I remembered Bruce’s words and lightened the massage on the inside of her thigh. Nothing, no reaction at all. “Bugger it,” I thought resuming the proper massage on the outside of her leg. “How’s the massage Jill? “Er fine, its fine thanks.” “Not too deep and heavy is it? “No I don’t mind it deep,” she replied making me smile at the unplanned I expected double entendre. “Really?” I said letting my voice go higher towards the end of the question. I saw her smile before she replied, “the massage that is?” “Of course, whatever else?” I responded quite jauntily. As I said that for some reason I turned my hand over and ran the back of my nails up the inside of her thigh from just above her knee to almost the edge of the towel that was about six inches down from her crotch. Shit was that a jerk? Was that a sharp intake of breath? Had her eyes close more tightly. Were her hands gripped the edge of the bed? I ran them back down and massaged where the triceps meet the ligaments just above the kneecap as I contemplated what to do. What to do about two things. Firstly testing the waters further and secondly hiding the fucking great hard on that had reared up in my tight tracky trousers. Looking down at her I saw that the top towel had moved a little more and I felt encouraged that she hadn’t pulled it up to cover more of her evidently quite large boobs as she could easily have done. The view of the nipples was still almost, but not as, not quite, as previously. I did the same thing again with my fingernails but this time I let my hand brush against the edge of the towel. Not lifting it or moving it or anything quite as obvious as that but just enough so that Jill would have felt me touch it. The tightening in her leg was so obvious to my trained hands but I couldn’t be sure whether that was from sexual arousal or from my nails tickling her. I had to test further to be sure. Mistakes of this nature just couldn’t happen Leaving my right hand where it was, resting on her thigh just a couple of inches from her panties I said, “Here let me put this back,” as with my other hand I took hold of the towel covering her boobs. “It seems to have slipped,” I went on pulling it very slowly up and over her breasts thinking that the material dragging across her nipples would be an extra sensation for her if I was right with my guess as to what the reaction I’d felt meant to her. Her reply gave me a little more confirming information that she was feeling something for her “thanks” was delivered in a tight voice that raised my hopes considerably. I still kept my other hand where it had been for a few seconds now with my fingers pressing into the slightly flabby inside of her thigh. “There,” I went on, “that’s better Jill, all ship shape and Bristol fashion now.” She smiled at the referral to Bristol that I had only recently learned was cockney rhyming slang, Bristol City = titty. I hadn’t meant it like that but was pleased that she took it that way. “Yes,” she said her voice still tight and to my ambitious ear maybe a little croaky as well. I slowly slid my fingers down her thigh and back to her knee determined now to push this as far as I could. I didn’t bother with massaging her knee again but repeated the upward movement this time with my fingertips. Slowly, so slowly I watched my fingers inch up her leg until they reached the towel. I stopped with my hand pressing against it and looked at her face for signs of approval or rejection and was pleased that her head had rolled a little to one side and that her eyes were still tightly closed. Things looked promising but I still wasn’t certain. I stopped with my hand again just a few inches from her panties pressing against the edge of the towel and into her flesh. I pushed a little harder into the flesh. I slowly rotated my fingers in a tiny circle. This was so obviously now not a massage for the pressure I was applying was more that of a gentle, loving caress than that of a medical massage. I heard the low, almost inaudible gasp, I saw her head roll further and I felt her thigh muscle tighten That she was aroused I was sure. What I didn’t know, though, was whether she was trying to resist giving into it or whether she wanted more. Either way it seemed to me that I couldn’t lose. Keeping my right hand exactly where it had now been for over a minute I guessed, I placed my left hand on the long muscle that runs up the outside of the top of the leg. I placed all four fingers and thumb on it just above Jill’s knee. Then slowly and fairly firmly I moved it upwards. Along the indented part just above the knee, onto the fuller thicker part half way between her knee and hip and then onto long expanse of muscle that runs almost up to the waist. Still softly rotating the fingers of the other hand on that spot on the inside of her thigh just a few inches from her panty covered pussy, I ran the spreaded fingers of my other hand up and up and up. It went under the towel, it went onto her hip bone and I felt the elastic of the leg hole of her panties. They were smooth and silky. I moved it further taking the towel with it as I slid my fingers across the side of her panties and onto the edge of her pelvis. “Oooooo,” my eager ear heard, “Aaaargh,” I heard even more encouragingly as the towel slid from her to reveal the stylish satin knickers cut quire acutely from her crotch to the waistband. Her eyes were now screwed together so tightly, her mouth had dropped open and her head rolled unashamedly now from side to side. My heart started to pound. “I’m in, I’m only fuckingwell in,” I thought as with no further hesitation I moved my right hand. It covered those few inches from where it had been caressing her inner thigh to where I so wanted it to be and, hopefully, from Jill’s reactions, where she also wanted it to be. I pressed right against her lips. I moved my fingers searching through the satin covered folds of her pussy for that bud that has only one purpose, sexual satisfaction. I must have found it for suddenly her whole body jerked and she arched her back a little. That made the towel on the top of her body slide away from her. Now the almost but not quite became completely and all for her deep, red, almost brown nipples burst into view. The were enormous both in the diameter of the aerolae and the height of the nipple in the centre that was clearly hardened to its fullest. “This ok?” I grunted making little circular movements with my fingers around her clitoris, “you want me to stop?” “No, no,” she exclaimed quickly, “please don’t stop.” I needed no further signs, signals or invitations. I reached out with my left hand and grasped a handful of her sizeable, though rather saggy right tit. I squeezed the flesh and my fingers circled the big, hard nipple. As I pinched that the moan that came out of her mouth sounded so sexy and her whole body jerked. She placed her hand on mine pushing it more firmly against her boob. With my other hand I stroked her a little more firmly now all round her clit and along each of her lips. I got excited. I wanted more, I wanted to see and touch more of her body. Quickly I reached up and grabbed the elastic waist band of her, rather pretty I thought, knickers and, roughly almost, yanked them down so that the waist was part way down her chubby thighs. The gusset, though, presumably due it being wet, got stuck to her lips, That didn’t matter though for all of her quite hairy mound and juicy cunt were now clearly on sight to me. This was my just reward I thought. My payment for the evident sexual pleasure I was giving her. I didn’t hesitate. I waited no longer. With a feeling of such excitement that after all this time my dream was really happening I straightened my hand, I bunched my fingers, and I withdrew them a little. Then without another moment’s thought I plunged three fingers right up her cunt. “Oh God,” she moaned in between a series of deep, almost animal sounding grunts. Her hand gripped her breast. Her white, painted, quite long fingernails dug into the soft flesh. Her back arched and her bum came off the table as she pushed back against me. I finger fucked her like that as she quickly and, worryingly quite loudly shuddered to a surprisingly strong orgasm. It seemed to arrive very quickly, rapidly reach its crescendo then fade away almost as quickly as it had erupted. “Jesus,” she breathed a slight smile on her face as she opened her eyes. I removed my fingers from her. “Bloody hell, phew,” she went on as she let go of her breast. “You do that to all your female clients? “No, no, of course, just the pretty ones that want it,” I beamed back at her. She didn’t seem all that embarrassed laying there, her panties round her thighs, her tits bare having just been finger fucked by her physio. “Was it ok?” I asked. “It was fucking tremendous, thanks,” she replied very confidently. I couldn’t help smiling at the profuse way she said that, “you’re most welcome, I enjoyed it.” She sat up, pulled her knickers in place and turned and dangled her legs over the side of the table but sat there topless. Her tits were big and they did sag and in that position the spare tyre round her stomach was far more pronounced than it had been lying down. Having said all that there was an attraction to her, she was pretty and had lovely hair. Whether I would have fancied her if I’d met her in a club or something I wasn’t that sure but hey what the hell she’d been up for it and we’d both had a good time. That’s what sex is supposed to be about isn’t it? We still had a few of the forty five minutes allotted to the session left and we chatted. She said things about how terrible I must think she is and she didn’t know what came over her and I said the same about me adding the rider that I didn’t make a habit of it. “Well perhaps you should,” she said smiling at me.”What do I owe you for the, er, extra service?” “Yes maybe I should but it’s awfully risky, get it wrong and it’s the end of my career isn’t it? Nothing at all it’s my pleasure.” “Well you just have to find women that want it and wouldn’t complain don’t you? “Oh yeah like there’s loads of them queuing up for such a service isn’t there?” She looked right into my eyes and held my gaze for a moment or two as if thinking. “Actually Brad yes I think there are you know.” “Really.” “Yes you’d be surprised at how many women around my age there are that need some form of er, um, relief.” “You amaze me,” I said wondering where this was going as she went on, “And especially from a good looking and intelligent young guy like you.” “Well thanks,” I replied, almost blushing, “but I’m a physio not a gigolo,” I laughed. “No reason you couldn’t be both. I know quite a few girls that would use your service and pay well for it.” “What married women who just want a bit extra as you had?” “Well yes but also maybe even more. I don’t’, but some like to go further but hate the lies and deceptions of affairs” I was finding this interesting and frankly very exciting as we sat there so calmly talking about such an intimate subject just moments after I’d fulfilled one of my ambitions and also one of my dreads. “Maybe,” I thought “this is the answer.” “What you mean full sex?” I asked. “Yes a straightforward fuck. Quick, simple and no strings that’s what they want.” “Well that’s impossible here.” “Yes I guess it is but nevertheless they’d also pay for what we did I’m sure. I could send a couple along if you like.” “Jill Chapman said I should see you,” the petite, slim, champagne blonde said as I went into the consulting room. I was surprised for I’d heard nothing from Jill since she’d been here a week or so ago. “Oh yes Jill, I remember,” I replied a little flustered but my hopes soaring as I took in the possibilities. “What appears to be the problem?” I asked glancing at the medical record I’d been given by the receptionist, “oh yes lower back pain.” Glancing up I saw the twinkle in her eye as she said, “well yes but also a rather under active husband.” I couldn’t help smiling at the assured way she gave me the indication that she probably wanted the same as I’d given Jill. “So massage is it?” I asked. It was, and again as with Jill, I brought her to a fairly quick orgasm after massaging all of her body. This time though it wasn’t just one finger induced climax for she had the first one after only being in the consulting room for twenty minutes or so. This time I also got to lick and kiss her tits, kiss her lips and to suck her nipples. I didn’t think it appropriate to push her for oral or to offer it, after all you can’t do everything on a first date can you? Jill came back a week or so later. “I hear one of my friends popped in, she was most impressed,” she said smiling as she laid on the bed. “Oh Joan, yes she was very nice and I think she enjoyed it,” I replied as I started to massage Jill’s back. “Well I’ve told another friend, Charlotte or Charlie as we call her, she’ll be along soon I imagine but she travels a lot with her job. She’s a high powered lady in one of the banks in Canary Wharf.” “Great, thanks it’s er kind of you.” I said sincerely, thankful to this woman who was starting to bring such a change to my life. “Actually she’s different to Joan and me, well I mean her situation is. You see Joan and I are both married and our husbands don’t give us the sex we need so what you offer here is so good. Uncomplicated, no strings relief and satisfaction without the guilt of really being unfaithful. See what I mean.” Of course I did and told her so. Jill continued as I started on her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties this time and I hadn’t thought it necessary to cover her up so she was lying on the table completely naked on her back as she quite coolly told me of her and Joan’s sexual frustration and how great it was to have me available to help them out. “You see Charlie isn’t married, I think she has been but she left him behind. She runs a big department of foreign exchange dealers or something and is always popping off to Frankfurt or New York. She simply doesn’t have time for men or building a relationship but she badly needs sex from time to time. But where does she get it?” “I guess you’re going to say here aren’t you,” I smiled. “Well yes but she may need a little more than your hands, as good and as exciting as they are,” Jill said smiling as I ran my fingers across her pubic hairs before letting one come to rest right alongside her clit. It really was an incredible scene. A naked woman who wanted me to give her relief lying on my massage table as she told me about her friend who would also need my attention. “Well I don’t know how I can, it’s impossible here,” I replied slithering my fingers along the lips of her pussy. “I’m sure the pair of you will work something out” Jill said very thickly her body tightening, her back arching and her big, floppy breasts starting to heave. “Oh yes,” I muttered, my erection feeling ready to burst from my trousers. Jill suddenly put her arm around me and pulled me. “Lick me Brad,” she moaned opening her legs wide. “Lick my cunt and make me cum that way.” Being an oversexed, young Aussie I was beginning to really enjoy this. I felt as though I’d struck oil and wondered just how long it would go on and how many women Jill would introduce? At times I had to fight back a slight feeling of disgust, I suppose, with myself at what I was doing and I had some worries that she might send along some really ugly, fat or even older women and that I wouldn’t find them sexually attractive but smiled to myself as I thought, “rough with the smooth mate ‘ain it?” From Physio to Gigolo “Jill Chapman says you have magical hands and that you perform miracles with your fingers.” “Does she now?” I said smiling as I looked at Charlotte Mason. She was tall about five eight or nine, slim with short rather severely cropped black hair. Probably early forties I thought. “Yes you come highly recommended,” she said without a hint of embarrassment as her rather haughty and superior gaze held mine so strongly that I was the first to back down. Everything about Charlie oozed confidence. Her gaze, her posture her manner and her attitude. She looked every inch the city high flier who knew exactly what she wanted and precisely how to get it. Not at all the type I’d normally go for. The receptionist had shown her into the consulting room that we use to discuss patient’s problems before they undress to the level necessary for the treatment that is then carried out in separate room. She was sitting across the desk from me with the chair turned a little to one side so that I had a good view, purposefully on her part I wondered, of her crossed legs up which the black skirt of her “power suit” had ridden. She wasn’t at all concerned that she was showing so much leg and, of course, I didn’t mind the show, well why would I they were nice legs after all? “Well that’s good I’ll have to thank her next time I see her won’t I?” I replied a little unsettled by the implied sheer power and presence of this woman. “No need I think you’ve already done that from what I hear, she hasn’t looked so happy and content for ages,” she said her eyes twinkling as she realise she’d unsettled me. People like her thrive on having the upper hand and putting others out of their stride I’d found. She went off to the changing room her bottom wiggling nicely, but in a rather exaggerated fashion I thought, as she walked out the door. The receptionist showed her into treatment room 3 which is much smaller than one I’d used during the amazing series of sessions with Amanda Williams all that time ago. She was wearing one of the towelling robes the clinic supplies. “OK Brad, here I am,” she said as the receptionist closed the door behind her and we were left alone in the small room. Charlie leaned against the side of the table one hand supporting her, the other holding the lapel of the robe. Her piercing gaze and the slight smile on her face seemed to be challenging and slightly mocking me but nevertheless bloody well arousing me. She looked good and she knew that. She went on, “as ready as I’ll ever be,” pausing before adding, “for those magical hands of yours.” “Well Ok, fine, er, that’s great so what can I do for you?” I blithered on. “Oh Brad I think you know exactly what you can do for me don’t you?” she smiled her hands going to the tie of her towelling robe and undoing it. I watched almost transfixed as she undid it and shrugged it off to stand before me naked. As I looked at her the male and physiotherapist in me combined. The male saw a naked woman before him and heard her implying that he was going to be able to play with her body and make her cum. She was slim but had pert, shapely boobs with small very pointy nipples that to my inexperienced eye didn’t look as though they’d been affected by childbirth. They had the sort of youthfulness about them that vanishes after a woman’s given birth. But her body also appealed to me on another level for it was fairly muscular and looked to be very fit. Each muscle was quite well defined, there wasn’t a spare ounce of fat on her and she looked lithe and very wholesome. “I work out a lot, we have a gym at the bank,” she explained, unnecessarily adding to impress I assumed, “for the senior managers.” “Well it shows,” I replied with genuine meaning, “you have a great body.” “Yes I know but thanks for saying so,” was the rather arrogant response. “So Charlie what can I do for you?” I asked sounding somewhat innocent. “Oh Brad,” she breathed, moving so close to me I could smell her perfume, “I think you know and I think Jill told you didn’t she?” I visibly gulped at the sheer forwardness of the woman but nevertheless I felt my cock starting to swell as she went on, “but I understand you can’t supply what I really want so I’ll have some of what you gave Jill if that’s o?” She came surprisingly quickly the first time. “Mmmm pretty good that’s better,” she said opening her eyes and looking up at me, “thanks, I haven’t had sex for a week or so and I needed that.” “Pleased you enjoyed it” I said one of my hands resting on her thigh the other still holding her breast which was firm and trim. “So you’d better do it again hadn’t you?” she smiled pressing the hand that was on her boob. I started to gently massage her thighs but decided to try something different, something I hadn’t done with either Jill or Joan. I poured some oil between her breasts then a little on top of each one and watched it run over her skin. I started massaging her two small tits simultaneously working the oil into each one then running my fingers up the swell to the nipples that I then took between my thumbs and fingers and pulled, quite fiercely. Each time I did that she grunted and rolled her head a little. I pushed the two mounds together and repeated the pulling of her teats. “Oh baby,” she cooed, “that’s great, that’s fucking marvellous don’t stop, pinch them harder pull them harder.” I did. Pulling on the hardened tips of her tits I probably extended each nipple by almost an inch surprising myself at their elasticity. She moaned and groaned and sighed and grunted her approval and pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me that’s marvellous,” she went on as I continued. “Oh yes, harder, harder.” I could see, hear and feel that she was starting to cum so slid one hand down and fumbled through the folds at the front of her lips for her clit. As I did that I saw out the corner of my eye her hand move towards me and she grasped my cock through my trousers. I didn’t stop her. I began little pressing in small circling motions alongside and on her clit as with my other hand I continued yanking her quite amazing nipples “Oh baby,” she moaned as she stroked my cock through the tracky trousers, “oh baby yes, what have you got here?” she went on rubbing up and down my totally erect nearly eight inch cock. I felt her pulling at the elasticated waist band as she struggled to get inside my trousers. And then she’d pulled that down over my prick so that was naked in her hands. “Jesus fucking wept Brad, that really is some cock,” she said surprisingly lightly, “fuck me, fuck me with it now,” she added in a stern and very commanding voice. “No. You know I can’t, it’s impossible here, it’s too dangerous, I’m not allowed to lock the door.” “Fuck that, fuck the danger just fuck me,” she ordered rubbing my cock quite hard. “I can’t Charlie I really can’t.” “But would you like to?” she asked. “Of course I would.” “OK here’s what we’ll do, you come to my flat, it’s only ten minutes from here at, say, eight this evening and you can fuck me rigid with that great big, hard cock. OK?” That really was unexpected and I didn’t know what to say at first. “Well yes or no?” she asked curtly. “Sure yes, yes of course if you’re sure,” I rather lamely said. “Oh yes I’m sure, I’m very, very sure,” she went on still stroking me before adding, “but in the meantime make me cum and make me cum hard right now.” I was as nervous as hell for the rest of the afternoon. This was taking things a bit far I reckoned. After all it was one thing getting my rocks off using my massage skills in the treatment room on women that needed that little extra but actually going to a woman’s home to have sex with her took this to a completely different level didn’t it? Or did it? What was the difference my other half argued? After all she wants it and so do you! What’s the difference to if you’d met her at a party, as you have so many times and then taken her home for quick shag. That’s all it is really, a quick shag. Despite all my inner debate and the real concerns I had I found myself at dead on eight ringing the intercom on a large block of very prestigious apartments overlooking the river with a great view of theThames. “Hi, its Brad,” I croaked into the microphone after I’d pressed it with shaking fingers and had heard a curt, “yes” come from the speaker. “Come straight up to 12th floor in the elevator to your right,” she said turning the sound off without further comment. It was a palatial, marble floored reception area. I got into the waiting lift that had a sign on it saying “Floor 10 and above only. I should have guessed that she’d have the fucking penthouse shouldn’t I? I rang the bell on the huge double doors and waited a moment before it opened and Charlotte poked her head round it. “Hi, come on in,” she said from behind the door, “glad you could make it.” I walked in and she shut the door behind me leaning back against it. I turned and looked at her and gulped. The white silk robe she was wearing moulded itself to every curve and mound in her body. She looked great and smiled at me as she asked if I’d like a drink. She showed me into the huge lounge furnished in the upper class Docklands standard, black leather and chrome chairs and tables. It really was a most impressive room with floor to ceiling sliding window along one side through which there was a long balcony that looked out over the Thames to the Kent side where the dinosaur of the Millennium Dome leered at us making that billion pound statement of obsolescence. “Very nice place Charlie.” “Yes it is isn’t it? Plenty of room for me and the cats,” she replied smiling and sounding less arrogant and haughty in her own home. We sat and had a couple of drinks with her not appearing to be in any hurry whatsoever. She told me about her job and asked questions about being a physio and how long I’d been in the UK. She was much pleasanter now and I began to quite enjoy being with her. As we sat there talking so the skirt part of the robe would occasionally fall apart providing me with views of her legs that somehow seemed so much sexier than they had when I’d seen them naked earlier today. It was the same when she leaned forward for the lapels would part and I’d see some of her boobs. It was amazing that as I looked down the front of her robe I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her nipples and the prospect of that aroused me so much more than I would have thought after what I’d done to them just a few hours earlier. “You were very good this afternoon Brad,” she said completely out of the blue, adding with a bright glint in her eye, “you have a real talent for that you know?” “Er do I?” I mumbled a little embarrassed. “Yes, Jill thought so and she’s absolutely right, you should make more use of it you know.” She stood up, came over to me and took my hand pulling it to make me get up as she went on, “and on that point let’s see what more use you can make of it shall we?” Without any further ado she flung her arms around my neck, squashed her body against mine and kissed me. Her open lips were immediately grinding against mine, her tongue was half way down my throat and her hands were everywhere. It was a little over enthusiastic but what the hell? I wrapped my arms round her and ran my hands up and down her body under the silk establishing right away that she was, as I’d suspected, naked underneath. As I squeezed the cheeks of her firm arse so she ground herself against me making the half erection I’d had for some time flourish and grow. “Oh yes Brad, oh yes,” she moaned as she squashed her mound against it. She pulled her mouth away from mine and started tearing at the buttons of my shirt quickly undoing it and then running her tongue over my chest. Her teeth found a nipple and she bit it, a little too hard really but I was beyond caring. As she sucked and slurped at my chest, that I have to say and I’m not being arrogant, is well formed, muscular and nicely tanned with a light covering of hair, her hand went down my body and squeezed my cock through the jeans I’d changed into after work. “God I want that Brad, I so fucking want that. It drove me bloody crazy this afternoon, being so near to it and not being able to have it,” she said very huskily her fingers fumbling at my belt and zip. Although to be truthful it was all happening a little quickly for me and Charlie was taking too much of the lead for my taste I obviously joined in. I slid my hand inside the robe and started to fondle her tits repeating what I’d done that afternoon. Again as I pulled at her incredible nipples so her reactions were quite marked. She grunted, writhed her body a bit and made little moaning noises. It was as if the harder I pulled on them the more she like it and the greater pleasure she got from it, so I pulled on them harder and harder. I did that with one hand while with the other I squeezed and fondled her really great arse through the silk that made it feel somehow even better. It was nicely rounded with strong muscles that alternated between being firm and resistant and soft and yielding to my touch. We continued kissing in an almost frantic way her teeth digging into first my top and then my bottom lips that she sucked into her mouth giving me really weird sensations. No woman had ever sucked my lips like that before and it was a truly great new experience. It also heightened the tempo between us and she was now pushing my jeans and boxers down together in one go as I pulled the top of the robe apart baring her breasts to my hands. “Quick, come quick,” she whispered taking my hand and leading me across the room and up a short flight of stairs. I struggled to keep up with her with my jeans and boxers around my knees but I made it to her huge bedroom. That also looked out over the river through a bank of floor to ceiling window along one wall the other being taken up by mirrored wardrobes. In the centre was a huge American style king sized bed with, would you believe, black satin sheets. She sat on the bed and yanked my jeans and boxers off in one go so that I stood before her naked. It was exciting being the one that was nude first for she’d pulled the robe together and was showing none of her lithe body to me. She pushed me almost fiercely onto the bed laying me on my back right in the middle of it. Charlie knelt beside me her mouth again encircling mine her lips once more grinding against mine as she shoved her tongue well into my mouth and again sucked, and chewed really I suppose, on my lips. She really was aggressive and quite dominant and, although unused to it, I found the fact that she was controlling me unusually exciting. She ran her hands over my body one of them grabbing my cock and rubbing it far too hard for it to be as pleasurable as it should be. The pace and amount she was pumping me at was also a little worrying with regards to me holding out. She was also whimpering and moaning. “Oh yes, yes Brad, I want your cock, I want it.” And quite clearly being totally used to having exactly what she wanted she was suddenly straddling me the robe still fully covering her, the silk falling across my stomach and thighs caressing them with its smooth sensual material. Reaching down beneath the folds of silk she took my erection in her hands, a moment or two of fumbling as I felt the head of it against her lips and then with a loud grunt she shoved herself downwards. The whoosh as her lips engulfed me and then slid quickly down my length was fantastic and the feelings of her tight cunt gripping me was amazing. But that was just the start for she then started to fuck me. Thrusting herself up and down on me as her fingernails dug deeply into my chest quite hurting me she took her pleasure exactly as she wanted it. I did though manage to get my hands inside the robe to play with here tits. “Harder, harder, squeeze them harder,” she growled as I once more repeated the tugging of her nipples. It was actually fairly difficult holding onto her and pinching her nipples in the way she wanted due to the sheer speed she was surging herself up and down on my cock. I tried several time to join in her rhythm with thrusts of my hips but just didn’t seem able to get it right so I simply lay there, and thought of Australia, not England! “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned one of her hands finding her clit and rubbing it as the other still dug into my chest. “This is amazing, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, cum with you, you randy Aussie bastard.” I just about managed to somehow accelerate my ejaculation to meet her with her climax. I too was grunting and moaning as the sperm shot from my, “oh fuck it,” I thought, unprotected cock. She just seemed to go on and on still bouncing up and down on me, still moaning and grunting, still gripping my chest and still rubbing her clit, At last, though, she stopped and she fell forward her face resting on my chest. She lay there for awhile catching her breath for she’d been panting. Then suddenly she straightened herself up and in one quick movement lifted herself off my rapidly softening cock and away from my body. Standing beside the bed looking down at me as she casually lit a cigarette she smiled and said. “Hmmm not bad, not bad at all young man.” “Glad it was to your liking ma’am,” I smiled back. “Oh yes it was most certainly to my liking,” she replied undoing the robe and slipping it off. “You in any hurry? She asked. “No. not at all.” “Good ‘cos I’m gonna have a shower. You hungry, want a pizza or Chinese or something? I hadn’t eaten having come straight from work and I told her that I was hungry. “Good,” she responded picking up her mobile and calling up a take out pizza place. She stood totally unselfconsciously looking out the windows naked as she rather forcibly and quite rudely ordered the food then, without another word, mobile still in her hand, marched out of the room. We had sex twice more before I left at around two in the morning. She’d said that she’d have liked to invite me to stay the night but she had to catch a plane to New York at eleven and had a car picking her up at seven. Both times the sex was quite aggressive with her trying to dominate proceedings. This was the case even when I took her from behind after we’d eaten the pizzas in her luxurious kitchen that she told me she never cooked in. It happened in an odd way. After her shower I’d used the fantastic bathroom that was almost as big as my entire flat and had wandered back into the bedroom a towel wrapped around me. She was still naked and stayed that way even opening the door to the delivery like that. She did though hide herself behind the door but the guy must have guessed I thought. We sat in the kitchen either side of a round table, glass topped and chrome legged, of course. With her still naked I found it hard to concentrate on the food or the incessant conversation she made mainly about her job making it very clear to me just how important she was. The food finished she cleared the plates and as I, at her instruction, poured us both a glass of red wine, she pulled the towel from me. “You look a little overdressed,” she murmured her fingers circling my semi-hard cock and starting to rub it. She added, almost coyly, “I assume there’s a repeat performance in this isn’t there?” Laughing I told her there was feeling pleased and a little relieved that I responded quickly with the hardness of my full erection soon filling her hand. As she turned to wash some remains of the pizza down the waste disposal I went up behind her and, wrapping my arms around her, my hands finding those small but beautifully shaped tits, I pressed my cock right against her tight arse the length of it nestling neatly between the two firm cheeks. I kissed her neck as I caressed her and once more pulled on her “elastic” nipples. From Physio to Gigolo “Shit you’ve got to know my bloody weakness haven’t you. You sod.” “Mmm yes I have haven’t I?” I replied stretching out the rubbery tip as far as it would go. She pushed her arse back against me as she went to turn round. I held her there and pressed her against the work surface surrounding the triple sink unit. I suddenly felt bold and in need of dominating her a bit. “No stay just like that,” I said as got hold of my erection. “Fuck off cowboy, I do as I want” she growled as she again tried to turn round. I was, though, stronger than her and I easily restrained her holding her pressed against the sink as I fumbled my cock between her legs. I got it right against her lips as she struggled still trying to turn round. My excitement mounted as I began to dominate her and although she struggled it seemed a little half hearted to me. I got my arm around her waist and pulled her back a little as I shoved my knee between her legs forcing them apart. “Let me turn round you bastard?” she hissed. “No this is my turn,” I replied pushing myself forward. “Fuck off you don’t have a turn this isn’t fucking scrabble you know,” she snarled as her body bucked and jerked. I didn’t reply but instead concentrated on getting the angle of my erection exactly right. Assured that it was and with her still struggling I suddenly thrust forward, hard and fast. My cock simply flew into her. It went in deeply, as far as I could get it. “Oh my fucking God no. Oh shit you bastard, you cunt,” she hollered as she bucked against me. “Just shut up and enjoy it you bloody control freak,” I snarled as I started to surge in and out of her taking care not to come too far down in fear she’d make it come right out. Suddenly she changed. She pushed herself further backwards, she stopped struggling and she closed her legs a bit probably, I thought, to increase the pressure of my cock on her lips and insides. And like that, in her kitchen, with her bent over her sink I fucked her. I fucked her hard, fast and aggressively as I dominated the city high flier bitch. I couldn’t believe it when I opened the envelope. I found it in my leather jacket pocket as walked home, taxis being hard to find that time of night in Docklands and I hadn’t wanted to outstay my welcome by asking if I could call one before leaving, and she hadn’t offered. Inside were four fifty pound notes and a business card. Printed on it was, Charlotte Mason Senior VP 020 7459 6666. Nothing else, no name of company, address or e-mail. But written on it a flowery handwriting was. Thanks Brad, we’ll do it again real soon C I could hardly believe it. £200 for enjoying myself. Two hundred for fucking a woman. Wow, what a result. Over the next few weeks I thought about that a lot. Also I had Jill come and see me twice. Each time I gave her oral relief and she pressed fifty pounds into my hand and of course Charlie called and ordered my presence at her flat again. We had very, let’s call it, spirited sex after which I found scratch marks down my back and deep red suck marks on my neck and stomach. She really was amazingly enthusiastic in bed. She was also generous for another two hundred quid went into my sex kitty. She brought up the topic of me doing this more often and I told her, untruthfully, I’d thought no more about it. “Well you should, you could make a fortune with your massage skills and with this,” she said placing her hand on my cock making it twitch and start coming back to life. “Yes,” she went on stroking and rubbing it as it started to swell and harden. “There’s loads of women around who don’t get enough and would pay as I do for something as big and as lovely as this,” she continued her head bending towards it. “Pay well I can tell you Brad,” she mumbled as it went deep into her mouth. After, she told me that there were a lot of women, particularly in the City, who simply didn’t have the time to meet men and develop relationships. “So they just want uncomplicated sex for which they’ll pay.” “Yeah but how do you find them?” I asked. “Well there is a web site for contacts and male escorts I’ve used that would probably take massage services. “Here let’s have a look,” she said getting up from the bed naked and going over to her PC that was always turned on. She tapped in www.NSA4discerningwomen and, after putting in her password clicked through a few pages. “There see there’s a list of the services look,” she went on clicking on that and bringing up escorts, dinners, hosts, business partners and wonderfully massage. She clicked on that and there was just one entry a man advertising private massage for women in Leeds. “Look it tells you how to get on as an advertiser,” she went on clicking a few more times. It explained exactly what you had to do but that included meeting with the site owners “to ensure discretion and the quality of our impeccable services for our ultra discerning lady clients.” “It should be bloody good it’s very expensive and it’s members only,” Charlie advised me. I found the office just off Regent Street and was impressed that it wasn’t some seedy little dump in Soho. I was shown into an impressive office by an attractive secretary and met Sue Wilson the site owner. She was good looking, stylishly dressed with a nice cuddly, rounded figure in her late forties. She explained how it all worked. Basically, she had to interview me, I had to place a £1000 returnable deposit and describe my services to her. She would then arrange for these to be tested out by someone and then she’d either meet me again or telephone me to say whether they would take me on or not. “You see Brad we provide our services for demanding women many of whom are in very important positions. Our reputation has to be impeccable so I can’t risk taking on anyone that might hurt that.” Impressively there was an e-mail waiting for me when I got home no more than an hour later. It confirmed what we’d discussed and asked if I could be available for my “evaluation” the coming Thursday at 2.00 pm. Location to be advised that morning. I mailed back that I could be and got an almost instant response thanking me and advising that I should be by my PC at 1.00 pm on Thursday when the location would be mailed to me. All a bit mysterious but as she’d said discretion required high security. I made my excuses at the clinic and shot home just before one. I felt quite nervous waiting but then dead on the hour a mail came through.. The Langham Hotel, room 1108, 2.00 pm was all it said. I’d already packed a bag with some oils and powder so I got that and rushed off to get the DLR so that I could change at the Bank onto the Central line to Oxford Circus. I was wearing my tight tracky trousers, a white tee shirt with a leather jacket over the top. I got there with a few minutes to spare and I wasted them nervously pacing around the lobby before getting into the lift a couple of minutes before two. Hoping that punctuality would impress and get browny points for me I knocked on room 1108 precisely on two o’clock. “Hello Brad nice to see you again and dead on time,” Sue Wilson said smiling after she’d opened the door, “come in.” I followed her into the well-appointed, large bedroom. She was wearing a long, flowing, cream silk dressing gown and had her brunette hair down. She wasn’t wearing her glasses and looked really attractive, far more so than the rather plain and fairly severe look I remembered from the meeting in her office. “So you want to try to become one of our service providers Brad?” she asked motioning to enquire whether I’d like a glass of white wine by lifting the bottle from the ice bucket on the dressing table. “Yes I would like to give it a try and yes a glass of wine would be great, I need it to quell my nerves.” She laughed, “it’s supposed to be our client that’s nervous not you, you know?” “Yes sure, “I smiled back, “but you know what I mean don’t you?” “Of course I do,” she replied in an understanding tone. “I hadn’t expected to see you here,” I explained. “Well it’s a perk of the job isn’t it? To test out our young men when I want to. I have a small team but try to do some myself, particularly the more er, interesting ones Brad,” she said again giving me a wide and encouraging smile. “Well that’s good, I’m pleased.” I said not knowing what else to say. “Well” she said softly her fingers fumbling with the tie on her robe “you could have said how you want me couldn’t you?” she went on as the robe opened for me to see that she was just wearing panties under it. She had a full figure, a little overweight but nicely proportioned with firm, full breasts and only the slight swell of a spare tyre around her tummy. “I think laying on your front on the bed might be a good start,” I said thickly as she totally unselfconsciously dropped the robe to the floor. She did have a nice tight arse I thought as she turned and walked to the bed. “Front or back first?” she asked giving me a coy look as she sat on the edge of it. “Oh on your front Sue,” I said shrugging out of my jacket and seeing her eyes sweep appreciatively over my body under the tight, white tee shirt. “My pleasure,” she murmured as she lay down. I’d already started to harden before she’d undressed and seeing her laying on her front the thin panties cut acutely up her nice bottom completed the job. “Would you like oil or powder?” I asked my voice full of tension. “You decide I don’t mind,” she said softly as she parted her legs a little, “just make me feel good.” I started with a fairly straightforward massage of her back and legs using oil. I didn’t do anything at all sexy and concentrated on bringing the blood to the surface all over her body. I knew that when that was done properly the body became more sensitive so that it was more receptive when I lightened the pressure later. Ever since I’d started thinking about doing this “moonlighting” my plan was to ensure that I gave good value to my clients. That was going to be a combination of a great all over massage and as much sex of whatever type they wanted. So I concentrated on making sure that I fully massaged Sue’s back and legs as well as I could and tore my mind from the throbbing erection in my pants and the prospect of what would come later. After fifteen minutes or so of “proper” massage during which she’d made appreciative noises I started to lighten the pressure a little. I began going to places of her body that had little need for massage other than as a means to create a closer and more intimate atmosphere. The bottom of her feet and her toes, the crown of her head and up the back of her neck and her hands and fingertips. I stood in different places around the table taking up slightly more provocative positions and making more enquiring gestures. I stood at the end of the table lifting one foot then the other and resting her toes on my thigh as I softly massaged the balls of her feet. As I gently stroked her fingers and the palms of her hands I pressed her knuckles against my chest and as I massaged her scalp so I positioned my crotch and the glaring bulge of my hard on right in front of her eyes. I was using all the little tricks I’d picked up first from Mandy, all that time ago, and lately with Jill and Charlie. Little tricks that I’d also used, unsuccessfully regrettably, on other women who hadn’t succumbed to their invitations. Sue was though. I could hear the sighs and sharp intakes of breath, the barely audible, “mmmmms” and “yeses” and the “that’s nice.” And I could see the slight writhings as the sensations from my fingers went through her body. I was learning how to play this game. This game of pretence really. Pretence for we both knew this was just prelude to what she, and hopefully, through her website, many more in the future wanted. And that was sexual relief. Just plain and simply to be made to cum. But not on too overt a manner. No, not a “lay on the bed and I’ll fuck you” type of cum. That wasn’t the style I was developing nor, I suspected what the women Sue would provide for me would want either. There had to be a degree of uncertainty I suppose you could call it. A touch of me persuading them, cajoling them, enticing them, yes seducing them. Letting them feel that I was after them as opposed to them paying me to sexually relieve them. That was the game they wanted me to play and the one I chose to be part of. It was now time to turn the heat up further. As usual it was the inside of her thighs that was my first target. Gently fingertips running up and down them. Soft hands going ever nearer to her pussy then gliding away. Doing that several times before, accidentally almost, straying too far and briefly brushing against the little bundle of lips inside her panties. Repeating the gliding up and down ever nearer to it movements for a while and then without warning running a finger nail right along her slit. Sue reacted but nowhere near as markedly as had the others in the past. Sure there was a little grunt and yes her bottom lifted up a tad, but nothing more, nothing too obvious and nothing too extreme. Of course knowing full well that we were going to have some form of sex, even though the game was for me to work for it, I wasn’t inhibited by the danger of making a wrong move. So once I’d touched her there I was able to more obvious stimulate her further. I ran the tips of my fingers along each lip and then right along the crease between them from front to back ending with my fingertip searching through the gusset and the folds of her pussy for her clit. “Mmmmmmmmmmm, that’s nice,” she murmured opening her legs further. I caressed and manipulated that darling bud of gristle expecting her to begin to climax. But she didn’t. Sure she sighed and moaned a little and yes she writhed her body slightly but the signs I’d come to know so well weren’t there. She didn’t close her eyes tightly, her mouth didn’t fall open and her head didn’t roll from side to side. She didn’t push back with her crotch or raise herself from the table. No, Sue just lay there, clearly enjoying what I was doing but, either intentionally or, unwittingly not letting her body fully respond to the sensations. I smiled, “so it’s like that is it?” I thought, “she’s really testing me, making me work for it, checking out how good I am? And why not?” I pondered about what she was doing as I ran my fingers all over the two orbs of her bum slipping them inside the elastic on her panties and running them down between her cheeks. She was obviously experienced in evaluating men. After all it was her job. And that had, presumably, I assumed, given her the ability to control her responses. To hold on and not give into them so that her lovers skills and patience would be tested fully. Ok by me. “Perhaps time to turn over Sue?” I said quietly. “Mmmm, maybe but that was lovely I could stay like that all day,” she replied encouragingly, beaming a nice smile at me as she rolled onto her back. Laying on her back her tits looked even better than they had when she was standing and I focused on them as I had with Jill. I rolled the two together, squeezed and caressed them, pinched the nipples and gently cupped each in my hands as I bent and kissed and sucked on each nipple in turn. Again, whilst she obviously was getting enjoyment from what I was doing, she wasn’t nearly as aroused as the previous women I’d performed on. I assumed this was due to her being very experienced or that that she was fighting to control her responses to fully test me. So I tried even harder. I pulled every trick I could think of and I did everything that I’d done, successfully, to my other “special patients.” I touched her in two places at once. At one time running my finger tips gently across her closed eyes while caressing her clit with my other hand and at another stroking her fingertips while pinching her nipples. I worked hard alongside her clitoris and ran my fingernails along the silky smooth lips through the satin of her panties. I pushed the gusset of those into her a little and I rolled the waistband down until it was around her pubic line. I slid my fingers inside it and stroked her mound and I pulled hard on the waist band forcing the gusset inside her lips. But nothing more than the muted sounds of enjoyment and nothing approaching the sounds and signs of a near orgasm. I stood close to her face so that my very evident erection was rearing up before and I held her hand against my lower chest just an inch or so from it as I gently massaged the palm of her hand. Her resistance, I felt rather arrogantly maybe, was enormous and I couldn’t understand how she did it. I even pulled her panties down so that the waist band was down her thighs and then slid a couple of fingers inside her but got nothing more than a deep sigh and a mild shudder in return. I thought of asking her why but words didn’t seem appropriate during this amazing battle of our wills. So I continued. I rubbed her clit as I slid my fingers along the crease in her bottom slowly bringing my finger nearer and nearer to her anus. I found it and I pressed but again, other than a purring sound from her mouth, she made nothing approaching a sign that she was close to cumming. I even went so far as to sort of flaunt my erection at her hoping that would make her tip over the edge. I stood behind her head at the front of the table and leaning forward ran my hands from her neck right down her body, going over each boob, tweaking each nipple, stroking her tummy and then plunging both hands at the same time between her legs one set of fingers going onto her pussy the others onto her arse. As I did that my, now, strainingly hard cock pressed right against the crown of her head. Nothing other than a “yes, that’s nice,” and a slight gripping of my wrists by her thighs. Standing alongside her I pressed myself firmly against first her shoulder then her hip but again drew a blank. I knew that I was losing this particular battle and I wondered the effect it would have on her evaluation of me? I suppose it was some form of relief tinged with disappointment that I felt when suddenly she got hold of my wrist and looking up at me smiled nicely and said. “OK big boy we’ve established that you can massage, let’s see what you’re like at fucking shall we?” I couldn’t help smiling and asking, “did you enjoy it then Sue? She smiled back and said quietly. “Well that would be telling wouldn’t it? Remember this is an evaluation, you’ll find out in due course,” as she lifted herself up and slid her panties off adding, “Come on then let’s see what you’re made of Brad.” I pushed my tracky trousers and boxers down and pulled my tee shirt over my head to stand beside her naked and hugely erect. I liked the look in her eyes as her gaze roamed over my, what I knew was a, fit and toned body and my cock that was standing up straight and tall its nearly eight inches reaching almost to my naval. She slid a condom on me and we fucked for ages. Firstly me on top then her bent over the table with me going at her from behind and finally on the floor with Sue straddling me. She pumped herself furiously up and down on me like that until I knew that I was near to cumming. She could feel that and seemed to redouble her efforts still though clearly not near to that point herself. “Oh shit, oh fuck it,” I said. “Yes I know, I know,” she replied not waiting for me to tell her but in any case I did. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” “Yes, yes Brad, cum. Cum for me, cum up me,” she replied but didn’t say that she was as well. “Wow,” I said as she climbed off, “phew, was that ok Sue? Did you enjoy it?”” She didn’t reply for a moment or two as she lay beside me, though not touching me. Then raising herself on my arm and looking into my eyes she said with an enigmatic smile on her face, “not bad, “ pausing before she added, “for a man.” From Physio to Gigolo I didn’t know what to say at first and mumbled something about whether she preferred women. “Oh yes infinitely more but I can put up with men.” It wasn’t for another three nail biting day shat I got the news in a call on my mobile. “Hi it’s Sue from no strings.” “Oh hi,” I said surprised and immediately nervous to hear from her. “Well done you passed and your references checked out fine. You can come onto our site if you want. Do you?” “Wow, great yes, yes thanks of course I’d love that,” I blubbered rather stupidly. She ran over some details and said she’d e-mail me what I had to do. I got that an hour or so later and saw that I had to write my suggestion for the entry on the site. Relieve the tension, overcome the frustration. I chose as my headline. I did many drafts before finalising what I felt was right for the rest of the entry. I finally came up with, Young, professionally qualified physiotherapist offers ultra discrete, complete body massage to discerning ladies of any age. Experience the joys and exquisite pleasures of being cosseted and pampered to your completion by a fit, six feet two inch, tanned and toned Aussie man. I promise to respect your every wish, do whatever you require and I guarantee your complete and utter satisfaction. If you’re not fully satisfied at the end there’s no fee. I e-mailed it off to NSA and with hardly any adjustments Sue accepted it and mailed back the information on how the site worked. It was a members only service and the female subscribers paid an all in monthly fee of £50.00. For that they got admission to the list of service providers. When they wished to make use of one they contacted Sue with their request and she and her team then passed that onto the particular provider. They made all the arrangements including the time and place and advising the user of the price that had to be settled before the service provider even met with them. I could see why she took so much trouble screening people like me for it was a pretty arrogant way of working expecting your customers to pay before they’d had anything. It did, though, tell me how highly respected NSA4 must be. For the introduction and making the arrangements they also charged the service providers £50 so they were getting it both ways. Quite a clever business I thought. As I continued with my real work for the next few days I was as usual on the lookout for likely targets but as I only had one female in that period and as she was a regular aged over sixty, nothing happened. “OK you’re up and running on the site. Good luck” Was all the e-mail said. It did though make me feel quite excited for it suddenly hit me what I was really doing. I was now becoming a male prostitute. A hooker, a gigolo. But also I was going to make some real money. After discussions with Sue we’d agreed, very much at her direction, that I’d charge £100 for the visit and massage. Extras would be on top of that and she’d suggested a sort of menu. For a further £100 they could have a massage through to relief, for £150 that would include oral and for £250 they could have everything. I’d said that I thought that was all a bit steep but she’d said. “I know my clients Brad, trust me. In any case you’re far better off having a fewer number of well paid jobs than loads of lesser paid ones aren’t you? As indeed we are for we take 15% of all you make.” I recognised both the commercial and physical merits of that for as she added laughing, “For you to keep it up Brad you can’t really expect to average more than one a day can you?” A few days later Sue phoned on my mobile. Fortunately it was between appointments at the clinic. After exchanging pleasantries she said, “Ok we’ve got your first massage. It’s with a very well established client who’s been with us for ages. Her name’s Kate Reading, she’s just over fifty, lives in Totteridge and has been married for years. She now obviously doesn’t get as much from him as she wants for she uses us once or twice a month and is usually up for anyone new.” “Great sounds good,” I mumbled as my pulses raced a bit as I realised that it was actually starting to happen “She was quite excited by the idea,” Sue went on “and would like to have you ASAP. Could you do this afternoon around four?” Although it was a slow day I knew that I had an appointment then and realised that it would take and hour or so to get there but I didn’t want to cause any hassle for Sue on my first introduction so I agreed. I quickly phoned the patient who fortunately was a regular and rescheduled him telling the receptionist he’d phoned me direct to cancel. A bit unusual but just about plausible. It did, though, make me realise the difficulties I might have to face if this took off. Not being able to afford a car I travelled out on the Northern line and got a cab from Totteridge Station to the very grand house a mile or so away. It was set in its own grounds and was massive. I was hellishly nervous on the tube. Not so much about what she’d look like or the massage or sex but more because it was my first time. “My first time,” I kept telling myself “as a male hooker.” Was that really what I’d come to?” I’d been wondering ever since Sue had told me about the date. Oddly though the morality of it all didn’t bother me that much. “What was the real difference to pulling birds in clubs and bars spending a few bob on them and then screwing them” I rationalised. It was only sex wasn’t it? But that didn’t really hold water and I knew it. It was basically immoral, it was outside the norm. Being paid to supply sex was a very old profession, or so they say, but that doesn’t make it right and I had to admit to a slight feeling of disgust at what I was doing. But hey I need the cash and I know I’d make a hopeless burglar and I hate drugs so how else can I afford to live to the style I wanted? It was how things would go, how I’d be treated, whether indeed I’d be able to fancy the clients enough to get and keep my hard on that worried me. I’m not that used to shagging ugly, fat or really old birds but now I might have to and that worried me a bit. So, I felt bloody nervous as I rang the doorbell. I needn’t have been though for Kate was wonderful. Friendly and pleasant she seemed as nervous, if not more so, than me as she showed me into a large lounge and asked if I’d like to join her in a drink? We both had gin and tonics and she chatted away asking about Australia and how long I’d been here. She sat across a low coffee table from me .tastefully dressed in white linen trousers and a beige coloured top. She really didn’t look her age for there was only the smallest of wrinkles on her face and she was slim carrying no excess weight at all it seemed. She had short blonde hair, presumably I thought aided a little, and a plain though not unattractive face although no one would call her classically beautiful for her nose was on the large side and she had very thin lips that made her look more severe than her manner implied. It seemed as if she had a need to get to know me first. Perfectly understandable I thought. So we chatted away just as if we’d met for a straight massage at the clinic until she out of the blue said. “You must wonder why I’ve booked you?” “No, not really, I don’t even think about such things,” I replied purposefully being diplomatic thinking that would be the best way to ingratiate myself with her, after all she might turn out to be a regular and that’s what I was after. “That’s completely your business and nothing to do with me really is it?” “No I suppose not but somehow I feel a little oh, er, I don’t know, perhaps wanton at paying for a man’s services.” I guessed she needed some form of reassurance to maintain her self-respect, so I said, “Well you shouldn’t. If you feel the need for such services then have them and don’t concern yourself about it.” She didn’t reply and we just sat there for a moment or two with me worrying that maybe she was having a change of heart so I ploughed on trying to turn on the old Aussie charm. “It’s completely your business Kate,” I started leaning forward a little and placing my hand on the coffee table. “You’re a very attractive woman and if you have the need for such things then any man would be happy to oblige,” I went on smiling at her. “Thank you but I still feel a little guilty.” “Well I think it’s commendable really Kate for you could so easily find a man that you don’t have to pay for but you don’t, do you?” “No,” she said softly, “no I couldn’t do that, it would be more wrong than this.” She seemed more reassured now and the confirmation of the “this” made me feel relieved. Actually as we chatted and I looked and listened to her I was beginning to quite fancy her so this would really be a labour of love. “So,” I said looking right into her eyes, “shall we, er, start Kate? All this talk is getting me quite excited,” I went on smiling at her. She laughed replying, “I bet you tell all your clients that.” “No not at all in fact you’re my first real client so I guess you may well be right.” She showed her greater experience at this sort of thing than me by saying as we both stood up and faced each other across the coffee table, “ let’s get the money side of this sorted out now shall we?” She handed me an envelope adding as she did, “Sue explained the menu and you’ll see that this covers everything.” We went upstairs and she showed me into a fairly small, but beautifully furnished, bedroom that I assumed wasn’t the marital room. She went into the en-suite bathroom and I took a quick peek in the envelope and was amazed to find four hundred pounds in there. “Fuck me,” I thought, “I’d better be good for that much.” She came back with a towel wrapped around her. “You look lovely Kate,” I said truthfully, adding as I felt my erection starting, “would you like to lay on your front first?” She laid down still with the towel coyly around her. I knelt alongside her on the bed and gently unwrapped that and pulled it away. She was naked underneath. As I softly ran my fingertips across the mounds of her bottom and up her back I whispered, again totally truthfully, “you have a beautiful body Kate.” “Thank you,” she replied her voice full of tension.” “I shall really enjoy massaging you and giving you all the pleasure you deserve,” I mumbled as I trailed my fingertips along her slender thighs. Everything worked perfectly. She came quite quickly the first time when I did the up and down the inside of the thighs going nearer and nearer to her pussy routine. After I turned her over and did the tit thing with oil she took longer but then came again shuddering to a long and what seemed quite powerful climax. After that and quite surprisingly she suggested another drink. I agreed and she got up and went to get the drinks without wrapping the towel around her. I pondered on the idea of undressing while she was out the room for she’d paid for “everything.” I didn’t quite, somehow, have the pluck for it though. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she returned. As she leaned forward to pour the wine into my glass her small, but nicely formed and still very firm and pert, boobs hung down right in front of my face. Without thinking I reached out and cupped one and softly squeezed it. She reacted with a nicely encouraging deep sigh. She put the bottle and her glass down and to my amazement wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me enthusiastically. I hadn’t been quite sure on the etiquette of kissing but was pleased she clearly wanted to. .I managed to put my glass on the floor just before she pushed me backwards so that we were both lying on the bed. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams thought this would happen for soon we were rolling around the bed in each others arms. Kissing and caressing, she pulled my clothes off until I was also naked. We made love twice in the next couple of hours and all I can say is that any doubts I had about my new profession quickly vanished on that bed with Kate. What I was giving her wasn’t just sex. She wasn’t paying me to merely satisfy her frustration. It wasn’t just to compensate for her husband’s lack of drive. No what she was after and what she was buying was more than that. She was purchasing affection and loving. Buying a couple of hours where she could put reality to one side and where she could again have the loving sex that was no longer on the agenda with her husband. I had a lot to mull over on the train back to Docklands. As I left Kate had said, “Same time, same place and same deal next week. OK? I’ll let Sue know.” I already had a booking one evening with Charlie at her flat next week and I’d noticed Jill’s name was on my appointment list. So without doing hardly anything I would earn more money from those three sessions than I would from my job at the clinic. That made me think. If the NSA site generated a few more clients that I could turn into regulars and if it also provided a reasonable stream of new commissions that might just be one offs I would be so busy that I’d find it hard to fit in the clinic. I also realised that if that did happen then I’d be earning far, far more than I did there so maybe I’d give it up and focus completely on my new job. I reckoned I could service for sure one a day with the occasional double helping if needed. So at that rate I’d be earning nearly three times what the mean bastards at the clinic paid for junior partners. Kate’s needs and reactions also gave me food for thought. The “discovery” that what I provided for her and, in a way, to Jill, and even Charlie as well was more than sex. It was that brief period when they could forget themselves and could let themselves believe they were being loved. Loved in the way they wanted to be loved or in the way they remembered it. If that meant I had to act a little and play the part of their lover as opposed to their masseur so what? In fact so much the better. Adding in the kissing and tenderness was fine by me, in fact it made it more enjoyable. Maybe, I thought, letting my mind think even deeper, that’s what I’m after as well? And that really did make me think. Sue phoned the next morning and said that she’d had a rave review from Kate and confirmed the booking for the following week. “You got your diary there Brad for you’re gonna need it?” she said. “Why, what?” I asked. “The bloody e-mails gone mad, I’ve got enquiries for you all over the place” “Really, wow,” I exclaimed not really knowing what to say. “Yes I could book you twice a day for the next two weeks if you could keep it up,” she laughed adding, “with most wanting the works.” I had some holiday left so I told the clinic that something had come up suddenly at home and that I had to fly back. I arranged to take two weeks holiday and a few extra days so that gave me the best part of three weeks. I’d decided to use this as a test. If I bombed out then fine, back to the physio job with the occasional Jill and Charlie. If I could handle the three weeks and if it worked and I could get a few more regulars then I decided I’d chuck in the daytime job and become a full time male prostitute. “Wouldn’t mum be proud of her son?” I smiled. They came in all shapes and sizes, age ranges and requirements. Overweight, scrawny and well proportioned. Blondes, brunettes and mousy. haired. The youngest was in her twenties the oldest I put near to sixty. Most wanted full sex but a few just wanted me to bring them off with my hands. Most wanted to be held and cuddle and kissed some didn’t. No problem. They all became the same to me during that incredible three weeks. Although some treated me with a degree of disdain, probably with the level of it that a male hooker might warrant in some peoples’ eyes, most didn’t. Most were a little nervous, very polite and friendly, considerate, caring and, surprisingly, so thankful afterwards. All seemed to be intelligent and respectable, most were well dressed and could hold a sensible conversation. And of course every single one of them was rich. My theory on them largely wanting love as well as sex, generally held up well and I used that to my advantage for kissing and cuddling and stroking and caressing made for a much more exciting and satisfying time for me as well as them. I learned a lot during that period from several “dates.” There was Norma a forty something American lady. A big girl but one totally in proportion. She was as tall as me in the high heels she wore when she invited me into her room at the Marriott in Grosvenor Square and her figure was superb if you like bigger girls. No flab, massive tits and the most rounded and bulbous hips imaginable. After, what seemed the almost mandatory, chat and drink as we got to know each other and we’d moved to the bed with her shedding her robe on the way, she said looking meaningfully at me. “I think one of us is a little overdressed Brad and it ‘aint me.” Smiling back I replied, “Well that’s usually sorted out a little later.” “Why? Why later and not now?” “Well that’s just how I usually work.” “You should change then, young man,” she murmured moving very close to me and resting her hand on my bulge. “You should offer the choice of now or later. It should be on the menu,” she went on sliding her hand up and down the instant erection she’d caused. “Naked massage, sounds, mmmm, er, wonderful,” she cooed slipping her hand inside the elasticated waist band adding as her fingers closed around my cock, “as does this. How much extra is it?” I didn’t charge her extra but the next day I asked Sue about it and she thought it was good idea. We changed the menu putting in naked massage at £150 and adding £50 to the relief and everything else. Sound business it seemed to me and I had Norma to thank for it. Then there was Denise. As I massaged her, so her hand several times reached out for me. As I caressed her clit, so her fingers found my hard on. When I slid her panties down, so her hand pulled the waistband of my tracky trousers down. As I slid my fingers inside her so she began to pump me. And as I started to masturbate her so she did me as well. I pulled away though. I’d been having a tough time. I’d had a client every day for the past six days and on one day I’d had two. All except one had wanted full sex and most of those had wanted it twice so I was tired. I didn’t want to be masturbated for fear that it would ruin my later performance. “Wait,” I whispered redoubling my efforts on her pussy. “No I want that Brad,” she replied huskily reaching out and once more grasping my cock. “Want what Denise?” I answered probably sounding rather naïve to her. “I want to wank you, I don’t want you to screw me,” was her slightly surprising reply. “OK,” the slim, redheaded, Irish woman with a strong brogue said after I moved my hands away from her tiny breasts with very prominent, almost brown nipples. As she said that her hands stayed exactly where she’d placed them as I rubbed her boobs, right on her clit with her fingers slightly in her pussy. Like that we’d enjoyed her having a nicely, shuddering climax. She went on in a gruff, croaky voice, “your turn now Brad.” “What do you mean?” I asked as I knelt naked on the bed beside her half way through her nude massage. “I want to watch you do it?” “What to you?” “No dummy,” she smiled, “to yourself, I want to watch you wank.” I was actually quite happy to oblige, perhaps it brought the exhibitionist out in me. “OK then.” I said wrapping my fingers round my cock that was reassuringly hard and throbbing. I started to rub it. Nice, long strokes, full ones so that my foreskin went right over the tip on the forward thrust and down the bulbous head on the way back. Her eyes flittered from what my hand was doing to my eyes. She had a small smile on her lips and her hands started to rub her tits and pussy again as we held each others gazes. From Physio to Gigolo I was thrusting now, harder and longer. Just like deep surges into a woman but these were into my hand that was my surrogate cunt. But it felt almost as good as the real thing as the sensations started in my balls. I could feel the build up of tension that precedes an ejaculation. The itchy, almost, feeling, the extra throbbing and the additional irritation in my scrotum and at the base of my cock. She was moaning and writhing a little as she also brought herself nearer to a climax. “I’m near, I’m very near,” I grunted slowing my movements down to those long, languid strokes that can hold the inevitable back a little at the same as which it prolongs those wonderful pre cum moments. “So am I, So am I,” she replied adding, “get closer, get right alongside me.” I did, so that my knees were pressing against her hip. I saw that she was pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples as her orgasm clearly started. “Now cum on my tits Brad, shoot all over them.” Two more menu items Sue and I decided when I told her what had happened later that evening. Apart from those new menu item activities there was practically every form of sexual act. I had women that wanted oral without full sex and some wanted to do that to me. I had one that wanted me to use her vibrator on her and one that wanted to use hers on me. I had my fingers and tongue up several bums but no requests for full anal penetration. There were quite a few that wanted nothing more than the massage, with me giving them relief with my hands and fingers. The three weeks certainly opened my eyes and made me believe that there are “none as queer as folks.” I sent the clinic an e-mail saying that I’d been unexpectedly delayed in Melbourne and that I didn’t know when I‘d be back. The requests for my services just kept pouring in and by now I was getting repeats and I still had Charlie on the go even though I’d lost contact with Jill. They said they’d keep my job open for a month or so but would have to replace me after that if I wasn’t back by then. That was fair enough and gave me time to try out my next plan. Sue and I had had a long discussion as to how we could satisfy the increasing demand and I’d come up with an idea. “I know loads of horny young Aussies around Earls Court who’d give their eye teeth to get half of what I do. They’d probably pay us,” I’d said jokingly. “Yes but can they massage properly?” “No but with your help I could teach them. Say I trained up two or three and we paid them half the fee we’d make a fucking fortune. I’m sure I could do it.” She wasn’t totally convinced but agreed to help. She was to supply a woman that I could use to train the guys on and then, as usual, she’d be the final judge as she had been on me. Finding the guys really was a piece of cake. I decided to train up four in two pairs. That meant I could demonstrate on one as the other looked on and then I could watch what he did to make sure he was getting it right. I had to make sure that they could give a passable straight massage before moving onto the sexier aspects of it. After all both I and Sue insisted this be a quality service. I showed then how to apply the right amount of pressure and explained that you always massaged towards the heart and not away from it. I gave them books on muscle make up and showed them on each other how to isolate particular muscles. The first two Ben and Andy picked it up surprisingly quickly but Jerry and Grant took longer. I moved the first pair onto the sexier side of it teaching them all about building up the tension and expectation and never rushing anything. I taught them the slowly along the thighs technique and the oil on the tits bit but that was harder to do on them than on women for obvious reasons. As I was showing Ben on Andy’s body how to do light tantalising massage on the insides of thighs so Ben suddenly said. “Hey careful you’ll get me going.” When he turned over Andy and I had to laugh for he had a massive hard on. “See I told you it works,” I laughed congratulating Andy on his touch. Then bugger me as Ben did Andy the same thing happened. “Hmmm perhaps we should offer the service to men as well?” Andy joked. I filed that away for later consideration. I told them all about the “love theory” I had and stressed how important it was to make the women feel extra special and I filled them in on all the various services they’d have to supply stressing that they must never try to sell anyone up. “If they just want hand relief then give them that and don’t try and screw them. You’ll have plenty of opportunities for that.” I felt that they were now ready to work on a woman and Sue supplied a lady who was in her early forties I imagined. She was a fairly typical example of what I’d “treated” so that was a good introduction for the guys who I’d told “most will be old enough to be your mum.” The three of us were dressed in identical blue, track trousers and white tees when Annie arrived at my small flat. Fortunately there was, just about, room in the bedroom for double bed. Annie was easy to get on with as she had a bubbly sense of humour and a confident and uninhibited way about her. She undressed in the bathroom that I’d thoughtfully cleaned up and came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped round her and stood facing the three of us. Without any embarrassment at all she looked at me with quite a gleam in here eyes and said, as her fingers rested on the edge of the towel. “On or off? Keeping a serious demeanour as was expected I assumed from the trainer I said, “Off please Annie.” She dropped it to the ground and stood there totally unabashed completely naked. She was nicely built with just a bit of excess on her tummy and hips but she had nice full breasts and longish, champagne blonde hair that tumbled onto and around her shoulders. Very much the perfect older woman I thought for randy Aussies like us. “Bloody hell,” Annie said loudly as Ben was lightly massaging her thighs. “How do you expect a girl to keep her cool with him doing that and you two looking on?” she asked. I’d quite forgotten that she might be becoming turned on for I was focused so much on explaining and showing the others what to do. “Sorry Annie,” I said. “Oh that’s ok it’s all really rather lovely,” she replied. She didn’t have the control that Sue had even though, knowing she was a partner in the business and close to Sue, I had wondered if there was more between them than merely business. No Annie came quite quickly and I was pleased that Ben’s touch did it for her. She came three more times before we’d finished. Once more with Ben, once with Andy and then, as I was showing them how to massage breasts properly, yet again arousingly with all three of our pairs of hands on different parts of her body. As she left she asked, “When’s the next training session boys?” I got the other two up to standard and, after two sessions each with Annie, during which she just seem to cum and cum, we were ready for Sue’s evaluation. It was at her flat in Notting Hill that I’d now visited a couple of times for she preferred having business meetings there when they were with colleagues rather than in the West End offices. It was at her suggestion that I was there as well and that I would be in the bedroom during the test. I couldn’t understand why she’d said that but who was I to argue, so I didn’t? “I’ll have the naked massage,” she announced as she dropped her robe to the floor. I’d warned and coached Ben about Sue and had told him she preferred women and I’d found it impossible to make her cum. He was, though, confident and, I assume, Sue had guessed all that and was trying to put him under pressure. “Both of you,” she said coolly looking at me as I sat to one side in a chair while Ben derobed. I was surprised but didn’t show it and I too undressed. I couldn’t help glancing down at Ben and saw the starting of an erection. I was relieved for I knew that mine would take little effort to arouse. Sue lay on the bed naked as Ben started the proper massage as I’d instructed him. As he did his erection just grew and grew until it was at full mast. Looking on at the scene made mine grow as well even though I had some other feelings as he massaged the naked Sue. I’d got to know her very well over the past weeks as a business colleague and almost as a mate. I looked on her now far differently than I had when she’d tested me in the Langham Hotel. It seemed quite amazing to be sitting here naked as one of my trainees massaged the naked woman who was, in a way, like my boss. In all the meetings and phone calls I’d had with her she was friendly yet very, very efficient and extremely business like. So much so that even having had that quite extraordinary session with her, I didn’t look at her with the sexual undertones I did with practically any marginally attractive woman I met. Maybe it was that I failed to get her off or that I knew she preferred women? I didn’t know but, now seeing Ben’s hands starting on the lighter stuff made me feel so much more excited than I could ever have imagined. After he’d worked between her legs for some time, about as unsuccessfully as me, I silently indicated to him to turn her over. As she followed his advice she looked over at me, winked and mouthed, “He’s ok Brad.” I mouthed back,, “good,” jokingly running my hand over my brow to show I was relieved. Just as Ben’s hand were cupping her breasts Sue said, “I’ve got an idea.” “What?” I asked. “Both of you massage me at once,” she said looking over at me adding, “for some of our more adventurous clients that could be perfect. And it worked like a dream. It worked so well that we broke her resistance. But then what red blooded female, even one who prefers women, could resist two mouths on her breasts at the same time? Two pairs of hands investigating every part of her at once? One tongue snaking round her clit as another edged up her arsehole? Sue couldn’t. Nor could she resist being fucked by one as the other stroked her breasts and her clit and eased a finger up her anus. I got the four all trained up and past the Sue test, even though after that first time she evaluated them without me there, and we put them to work. The money was now flying in from everywhere. I was still doing five or six sessions myself each week averaging over two hundred quid a time even after Sue’s commission and each of them were doing about the same number. I was suddenly raking in around four thousand quid a week and felt I’d gone to heaven. Two hundred grand a year tax free for doing the one thing I loved best, making love to women. I certainly had now gone from physio to gigolo in three easy stages.