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Gigolo Ch. 01

By: dass4450



“Allen, Allen, oi.” I heard the shout and turned around to see that obnoxious prick Jeremy Tatnell, who had shared some classes with me at university. He was dressed in a natty suit that reeked expensive and climbing out of the drivers side of a black Porsche. Bastard! Then I noticed what was climbing out of the other side. She was tall, slim, blonde, very attractive and definitely classy while obviously some years older than he. Jeremy was about my age, 22, but she had to be in her late 30’s early 40’s. Sleekly dressed, her long legs levered out first followed by a gorgeous slim body with the top part of her suit showing plenty of creamy cleavage. She slung a black leather bag over her shoulder and waved at Jeremy and strode off in the direction of the mall.

Jeremy came around the car and reached out his hand to shake mine. My eyes were following her swiveling hips as she crossed the road and entered the shopping centre.

“Very nice,” I said. “Funny though, I thought your mother was dark and short.”

“She’s not my mother, sport,” he chortled, “I’m her toy boy, her kept man. I’m her live in shag. Rich as all get out, divorced about three times and randy as hell. I’m in paradise, man.”

“How so? How did you get to that?” I asked, piqued. I mean, he wasn’t the most handsome guy around - in fact, without an impartial decision, I’m sure I was better than he. He wasn’t as tall - five nine to my six two, sandy blonde to my dark, round features to my chiseled handsome profile, and, from memory of locker rooms past, average cock to my more than substantial.

“Al, when I got my degree, I tried every job in town and couldn’t get past first base. Limited opportunities, many applicants with better qualifications. I ran into Roger Williams and he steered me to a certain Mrs. Croker.”

I was intrigued since I was much in the same boat. I had been doing the rounds for months with the same disappointing results. If it hadn’t been for my mother and her wonderful income, I’d be dossing in some low rent boarding house and relying on social security.

“And?”

“Mrs. Croker runs a male escort agency. Virtually on my second outing, I was more or less adopted by Sylvia.” Jeremy gave a cheesy grin. “We hit it off big time. God she is insatiable and I have only been able to keep up with her due to the stamina of youth. She’s damn near worn me out and I’m on vitamins and the odd black market Viagra to keep going. She’s showered me with all sorts of goodies, including the Porsche, and look at this.” He looked around, and sheltered by a phone box, quickly unzipped his fly and produced his cock that showed a distinct lipstick ring around the base. “The randy bitch sucked me off on the way here. I tell you, you can’t beat these older dames.”

I nodded and he continued. “You remember how we used to try and get our end away with all those nubile young tarts and they would give us the brush off left, right and centre. Preserving their precious virginity until they married money, the bitches! You remember we queued to fuck that slack tart that time. What a waste of time! I remember you weren’t last in line when they handed out the cock meat.”

I had almost forgotten that. Truth be told, I’d had more pussy than I could handle but had not bandied it about. Chicks appreciated discretion and that was my second name.

Jeremy was enthusiastically carrying on. “The first date I had was a bit disappointing really. She was big and just lay there when I put it to her. Still, I got my end away and was paid $100. The next time out, it was Sylvia, and whammo. We fucked ‘til dawn and then she invited me to move in. Like greased lightning I was. She’s paid for everything since. You should try it, Al.” He spotted Sylvia returning swinging a Victoria’s Secret shopping bag. “See ya - have this,” and pressed a business card into my hand. Sylvia swished across the road and slid into the Porsche, leaning across to give Jeremy a big moist kiss, placing her hand high up on the inside of his thigh. They sped off.

The card read, “Discreet Gentlemen Escorts” and a telephone number. There was little resistance to my next action which was to pull out the mobile and ring. A low husky voice answered; “Discreet Gentlemen Escorts - may I help you?”

“Yes. My name is Allen Small. I’ve been recommended to you by Jeremy Tatnell, who I believe is one of your staff?”

“Why, yes he is. Would you like to come for an interview, say at 2.15pm?” I answered in the affirmative and received instructions directing me to an office block nearby.

The extremely smart office was located on the fourteenth floor. A young, well groomed receptionist led me into the main office. Behind a mahogany desk was a woman of somewhat indeterminate years, but good looking and expensively dressed. 

“Well, hello. I’m, Sheila Croker. I must say, you are rather better set up than young Jeremy. Tall, dark, handsome and athletic looking. Well and neatly dressed.” She looked me up and down. “First impressions are always the best, and I’m certainly impressed. Please sit down and Crystal will bring us a coffee and then we can discuss business.”

I sat and presently was served a steaming hot coffee by the very attractive Crystal. As she bent over, she managed to display a considerable amount of bra less cleavage, and very nice it was too. She gave a smirk when she saw where my eyes were focussed. The skirt of her suit was definitely mini and I deftly appraised the beautiful shape of her legs and the dimpled backs of knees as she sashayed out of the office.

“Crystal is very attractive, isn’t she?” asked Mrs. Croker.

“Very nice. Was she a sort of test?”

“Goodness no. She is actually my daughter and a bloody big tease. Mind you, as a barometer of men, she is generally very good. You wouldn’t have got the big show if she didn’t find you attractive. Many a time I’ve terminated interviews after the coffee presentation because she has given me the thumbs down. She hasn’t been wrong yet, although she was a bit ambivalent about your Mr. Tatnell. Iffy at best, but Sylvia seems to like him. You won’t have seen it but Crystal gave you the ten fingers. That is - ten out of ten. Very rare. Tell me about yourself.”

I told her, but there wasn’t really a lot to tell.

“Do you like men?”

I glared at her. “No, I certainly don’t! I love women. The thought of being sexually involved with a man leaves me revolted, frankly.”

“Well, that’s a relief. Now what sort of women are you attracted to?”

I thought for a moment. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve had a number of relationships with girls from college and the uni. I guess the youngest was about 15 and the oldest 26 or so. All shapes, all sizes really.”

Mrs. Croker looked at me steadily, probably assessing whether I was telling the truth. “Who took your virginity?”

Somewhat surprised by the question, I smiled and said, “I do believe that would be Mrs. Sampson the next door neighbor and she was in her forties. I was an easy mark since I was doing her gardening and wearing a permanent erection because she got around the place wearing almost nothing. In fact, we still get it on from time to time. Her son is one of my best friends and he doesn’t suspect I’ve been fucking his mother.”

I watched her reaction to the “f” word. Apart from a slightly raised eyebrow, she continued to eye me steadily. I’m sure I detected a slightly faster rise and fall of her rather impressive chest. “I can tell you can communicate and you appear to be totally at ease with me.”

“That will be because I’ve squired my mother to all sorts of functions over the years and become used to chatting with a wide range of people.”

“Does anybody know about your um relationship with your neighbor.”

“Not a soul. She doesn’t know about her daughter and vice versa.”

This brought a throaty chuckle. “Quite the stud, young Allen, and able to keep quiet about it. I think we can deal nicely.” She became businesslike. “Your fees vary depending on the hours you keep our clients company, the service provided and so on. Many of your dates will simply want to be squired and others will demand more. Can you handle that?”  

“I’m sure I can.”

“Our commission is 25% payable in advance by the client. We are not a stud hiring service, but if physical acts follow meetings, that is between the client and the staff, er, member. We do pay a retainer should your income drop below a minimum amount specified in that contract in front of you. The hours can be from early in the morning to early in the morning, if you get my drift. We expect you to be clean, disease free and have monthly checkups by our doctor. Any questions?”

“Nope.” I signed.

Mrs. Croker got up and walked around the desk and stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. “We have a small test that we use from time to time to test the truth or otherwise of some of the statements made to us. Stand up and drop your pants.” Bemused, I stood and dropped them. Her eyes widened when she saw the bulge in my underwear. “Those too.” This time whispered, her tongue moving over her lips. 

I pushed them down, and my heavy dick and balls fell free. “Is this the test, then?”

She pushed me back down on the seat. “No, the test is to see if you can satisfy a woman you’ve just met. In this case, me.” She bent over to rest her hands on my shoulders to undo my tie and unbutton my shirt. As she did, her largish breasts were revealed in a long cleavage, white and creamy with a dusting of freckles across the top. My dick twitched at the sight. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders and gasped as she took in my athletic, tanned torso atop a rigid six pack stomach. “Oooh, you are some lad, Allen. Undress me.”

I obliged, unbuttoning her jacket to reveal her creamy white orbs swinging free, dusky nipples erected. I pushed it off her shoulders loving the way the slightly sagging tits went conical, the nipples pointing at me like loaded guns. She pushed her tight skirt down off her hips and revealed her neatly trimmed bush bisected by two pouting pussy lips. I nudged her onto her desk and dived on her like a rabid dog, licking sucking and panting. I love giving head, but I guess she knew that now. I stood, grabbed my rigid cock and pressed it home between her moistly gaping lips; a couple of rubs up and down and then ran it deep into her hot, hot depths until I bottomed out.

She grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard, and came, bathing my dick with her love oil as I rammed it in and out, varying the pace, the angle, the depth.

“Oooooh, you are good. Give me another one,” she demanded pulling her heels up onto the desk and humping up at me. I grabbed her big firm breasts and rode her hard. She had another two shrieking orgasms that bathed my cock and balls and still I rode her. That is until I realised that somebody was licking her cum off my balls. I stopped and looked down.

“That’s lovely Crystal. You just keep doing that. I’ve about worn your mother out.” She licked on and tried hard to get some licks of my pistoning cock. Her mother came again, moaning and fell as if lifeless. I growled at Crystal. “Get your bod up here girl, your mother’s fainted and I haven’t got my rocks off yet.” She scrambled up, dropping her skirt as she did so and rapidly pulled her smart jacket off. Her figure was similar to her mother’s but her breasts were firmer and her waist a bit narrower. Same freckles across the top of her chesticles. She fell back on the table and I moved between her legs. She was sopping wet and I wasted no time getting seated in her snapping snug pussy. 

“Fuck me hard, you gorgeous man....fuuuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” Like mother, like daughter she had come rapidly and kept cumming as I ploughed her pinching her nipples and enjoying the unfettered swaying of her beautifully firm breasts. 

“I’m going to cum now,” I announced. “Where do you want it.”

“Over mum and me. Over our tits. Let’s see what you can produce.”

I don’t think I disappointed them as I fisted streams of cock juice over both their tits, then watched as they licked it off each other. The both turned on me and licked my genitals clean, fighting for each shred of boy or girl juice.

“Did I pass the test?” I asked. 

The response was raucous laughter. “Passed with flying colours, don’t you think, Crystal?”

“Yes mama, he certainly did.”

Gigolo Ch. 01



This is a long-term story with potentially an infinite life in it, and it revolves around a man (written from a first-person perspective) finding himself in deep financial trouble and finding money and enjoyment in becoming a high-class male hooker. This chapter, as well as the ones to follow, will hit on more than one particular genre, which is why it's been filed here instead of anywhere else. 

If you are open-minded, like something different and are not easily offended, please read on and give me your honest, constructive views. This series will contain scenes of lesbian, gay, teen, first time, group, interracial, mature and incestuous sex.

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"Right, you've completely lost me," said my buddy and housemate Will as we sat in the living room of our Cockfosters apartment. "You move up here to be a bookkeeper, which you studied to be for eighteen months, and... hold on, let me get my head around this... a gigolo?"

"Uhuh. I've done it for a couple of nights, enjoyed it... two nights, fifteen grand."

"Hot clients?"

"Not always. But, you know what they say; when sex is great, it's great. And when it's bad, it's still pretty good."

He chuckled and scratched his hair. "Erm... hours aren't very sociable."

"True. But it's cool, I enjoy it. Besides, it's not a career choice, I'll still be a bookkeeper soon, it's just that I can't spend my life getting turned down for twenty-five g's a year vacancies because I don't have any experience and nobody will give me any. Before Tuesday night, I was down to the last hundred quid in my overdraft. Talk about selling your body to pay your way through college."

"I got bar work, dude."

"Eighty quid a week, two nights... big whoop. That's bagels for breakfast, and no cream cheese. And an eviction order," I added, but Will was already waving me down.

"Fair enough. Telling Joe and Claire?"

"Sure. They'll find out." I checked my watch. "Dinnertime. I'm hungry. What do you fancy? Nothing big, I'll be out tonight."

"Let me grab my shoes, we can drive to that Chinese the top of Mount Pleasant."

Being a gigolo had been easy this far, mainly because I liked sex so much, men and women (yes, both) agreed to the charges, and partly because I hadn't come across any real ugly clients, aggressive clients or cops. I knew I had to be careful and take precautions, so standing and / or walking around in a dark street in normal clothes was necessary, as was carrying a switchblade I'd bought off a drug dealer the last night I solicited.

Thursday night Will worked at a local pub, so I waited a bit longer, put some nice clothes on and drove two miles away to near the street I had stood before. Someone else had had that spot, but now they had 'retired', the spot was all mine. The road was dark, badly lit, rarely frequented by cops who had knife and gun crime to worry about without prossers and kerb-crawlers, and well-known as a red light district. I was a high-class hooker with good looks, a large penis and high charges the rich businessmen / women of Central London could come north for. 

I'd been around for about half an hour when a Mercedes pulled up and the window wound down. I moved to the window, looked in and saw a pretty attractive woman in her late thirties still dressed in her suit. I had to turn on the charm.

"How can I help you, darlin'?"

"Erm... how much do you charge?" she asked slightly nervously.

"What are you after?"

"A shag," she giggled. "Nude. Plus kissing. I got a hotel room."

"Great." I tossed my bag -- full of condoms, plus a change of clothes if needs be -- in the back and sat in the passenger seat. "Let's go, we'll work out rates on the way."

"Oh shit yes, oh shit," she moaned as, in the hotel room, she rode me in the nude. Despite the fact it was strictly against 'the rules', I'd agreed to take her five grand and agree to snog her and tell her -- truthfully -- how attractive she was.

"You like that, you slut?" I asked, grabbing her tits. 

"Well worth the five grand, best fucking sex ever you fucking stud," she screamed. "Just one shag, or can I get more?"

I was cool to bargain with them because I didn't have a pimp and I was completely independent. Prostitutes, male and female, weren't supposed to drop the veneer when around punters, but I couldn't be assed. "For your fucking hot body, I'll lick your cunt and fuck your arse."

"Evening," I was greeted with as I stepped out of her car back at the spot. I'd given her what I'd promised, plus letting her suck my dick for five grand and her moist panties. Those panties plus the five grand in a hundred fifties were in the bag, and the person greeting me was a lady prostitute; a 18 year-old girl called Hannah was a little dirty, but popular and quite well minted because of it. 

"Hey baby," I replied, meeting her and snogging her with my hands up the back of her short skirt. "Good night so far?"

"Not bad. Old dude with a grand shagged me hard, I actually almost came. You?"

"Fit bird from Central, real tight cunt. Not as tight as yours, though."

"Bet her tits were smaller too," she grinned. I groped them; large, pert double-D cups attached to her otherwise thin body. "Around the corner for coffee?"

Another car pulled up; an old Audi convertible driven by a good looking guy. "Doesn't look like it. One for you, I think." Unsurprisingly, he called Hannah over and they soon drove off. 

A problem I was having money wise was all the cash I had built up in three nights so far; thirty-two grand in total, with no bank account to put it in. Knocking up to my local branch of HSBC on High Barnet High Street every day with five figures worth of money in hard cash would look dodgier than a Mafia godfather hanging out the window of a Beemer 3-series holding an Uzi. 

I had to think up a plan.

As I drove back from the road to the flat, Hannah in tow as she was going to stay the night away from her crappy parents, I formulated a plan involving myself, computers and the world wide web. If I created a website, I could hand my clients my business card, and they could check me out and maybe make advance bookings for all-night sessions. Then if I carried my laptop around with me, I could do exchange internet banking with relevant clients and get the cash straight into my account. 

The next day, a Friday, Will was at lectures until early afternoon, so I stayed in bed fucking Hannah until late morning, and drove us into Enfield Town. She went house hunting to use her ninety grand nest egg to put a deposit on a nice place, and I went to my branch of HSBC with two grand, paid it in and moved my money into a business account with a 8.9% interest rate (with at least £1,500 paid in per month), telephone and internet banking. I treated myself to some CD's, DVD's and Xbox games (spending about a grand), met with Hannah who had as yet had no luck, drove her to her folks house and returned home to chill with Will.

Again, that night, I headed on out and was sitting on the bone dry kerb reading the classifieds -- looking for something new to move onto before I got too attached to this life -- when a fellow guy gigolo came up and sat next to me. His greeting of a snog was slightly forced, but enjoyable and afterwards, he introduced himself formally as Matt, although I already knew him as Hannah's cousin.

"How long you been doing this?" I asked, putting the newspaper down behind me. There it would stay; my bag was primed for more cash and was already carrying my laptop and business cards. 

"Twenty months," he replied.

"You like it?"

"I love the money, and most of the sex sure. I live in Central, got myself a penthouse suite on the Docklands and a Lotus. I introduced Hannah to this because her folks want her to become a nurse, and with all respect to her, she hasn't got the brains. What she has is the rack and technique. What's your story?"

"Don't have one. This is night four, I'm just enjoying making a bit of cash until I can have some holidays and settle into a career as a bookkeeper."

"Cool. You worried you'll enjoy yourself too much?"

"Too late, already am. It's not a career choice, though."

"Course not." He gave me a card with his mobile and home numbers on it, plus his e-mail address. "See you around, and take care of my baby cousin."

"Already do." I handed him my card, including the website address of the website Will had helped me construct called cockfostersgigolo.co.uk that was still under review. A car pulled up; a brand new Rolls Royce Phantom Limousine that was twice the size of the original. The back passenger side window came down and I was there to peer through it. To my surprise, I saw a very old lady there. "Hey there love, what can I do for you?"

"I'm 104," she doddered, standing unsurely. "Good heart, but about a week to live. Any chance of some good loving to send an old woman to heaven happy?" she asked. I looked her up and down; she was actually pretty hot. But the sob story plus the fifty grand she promised me was even more pivotal to me saying yes. "Good. Get in, I have a Presidential Suite in Central. Is this all night?" she asked once I'd stepped in. 

"Don't know. We'll see. Fifty grand will get you at least five hours of me however you want me."

"Unprotected?"

"No lady, I don't go bareback," I immediately and rather admirably if I say so myself replied. "House rules."

"That's a shame. I haven't got any diseases."

"Sure, neither have I. But things can still happen." The car moved off and the lady leaned over to what looked like a mini-bar. "I'm not drinking, I have to drive home afterwards."

"Drink now, then you stay the night yes." She pulled out a big bottle of champagne. "This costs five grand a bottle, enough of an incentive?"

I grabbed a glass and leaned in for a kiss. "Should we get started?"

Within an hour we were on her bed; her naked as I shagged her. "Good, yes?" she said.

"Holy crap yeah," I panted, looking at her breasts. "How are they so pert?"

"Lots of exercise, a little plastic surgery to have them reduced. I used to have double F's you... oh fuck you young stud... you know. If I didn't have them down to single C's, they'd be around that fat cock of yours."

"Well, thank fuck for that, I get to stick it between these stunning pussy lips," I replied, looking between her legs to the shaven pink folds of skin that were her cunt. "Oh fuck, I don't think I can hold on much longer," I groaned.

She let out a squeal that almost made me forget she received a Queen's telegram when I was still in college. And as great as she looked naked, she was still wrinkly in places. "Same here. I haven't had an orgasm for twenty-five years, and I am going to cum... oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, before I felt and saw her orgasm. The contracting pussy tipped me over the edge and I fell on her, lips on hers as I came. "Ooh yeah, that was so good," she moaned, unable to cuddle me into her. "Drink?"

"Go ahead," I said, falling off and trying to maintain an air of not caring about the client. "I'll have something softer."

"In the mini bar, help yourself," she said, turning away from me to grab the glass. Her ass was a little wrinkly too, but as she was born in 1903, I thought I could handle that. "Oh, and be a dear and run us a bath, I feel like a dirty whore."

"You're on."

I did end up spending the night with her, taking the money by wire transfer before licking her pussy and being dropped off by my car, a 1979 MG Midget in good condition I'd bought a year ago, and driving home.

"Fifty grand?" said Will during breakfast we ate before Will probably spent the day studying or playing Skate over Xbox Live. "What are you going to do with that money?"

"Deposit on a nice house. I dunno, we'll see."

"Out tonight?"

"Probably. What were you thinking?"

"I wanted to go into Soho for some clubbing, but... I'm weighed under by study."

"C'mon dude, you have to take some time off from it."

"I'll see how I go this afternoon. Any chance you could give us a lift to and from Sainsbury's in a little while, I need some things."

"Sure, no problem. And I'll take care of those bills too. Don't tell the guys."

"They'll twig soon enough, bud."

"Maybe."

Will's afternoon didn't go well, so he decided to stay in and I decided to go out. After handing Vera -- that was the lady's name -- my card, she'd made a booking on my website for another all-nighter at her hotel room. She asked me if I would go bareback for sixty grand, and I said no, but we agreed sixty grand would still be the fee if I treated her to some DP -- me and a guy who would get ten grand more.

"Darling, that was wonderful," she said after Matt had left. As Vera would give me a lift most of the way home, I'd given Matt the keys to the MG I'd driven us here in and told him to leave it where I usually left it. 

"Glad you liked it."

"Thanks for kissing him too," she giggled like the oldest schoolgirl ever. Sometimes, she was just so sexy, but other times, I was really reminded about the fact she only had a few days to live before her developed lung cancer broke through the drug barrier and took her life 104 years after birth.

"No problem. What do you want to do now?"

She dismounted me and got on her hands and knees. "I used to love anal with my late husband Harold."

"Let me grab a rubber."

Only a few minutes after penetrating her, beginning to shag her and groping her fantastic breasts she'd revealed earlier to Matt and me from a sexy bra she must have bought from La Senza or some other lingerie shop, she actually came and collapsed on her front, telling me I could just cum and be done with it before we could have a little something to eat. I then spunked over her great tits in due course.

Over the next two days, I barely saw anyone else, even though the next night, I added to Vera's seventy grand fee with three grand to shag a thin kinda ugly chick in the back seat of her Vauxhall Astra early on before she picked me up, and then the next night an all-guy threesome with Matt and a punter that earned us twelve and a half grand each before Vera picked me up and treated me to another night with a woman I was unfortunately getting very attached to with eighty grand wired to me to sweeten the deal. 

As I felt bad about getting emotionally attached to a dying old woman who had only met me because she wanted to pay me to screw her, it turned out she was very attached to me too, referred to me to her sole surviving friends as her 'toy boy', and wanted to tell me parts of her life story. 

Not that I was bored or anything, quite the opposite, and actually told her more about myself, my pre-existing depression and bad luck with, well, anything actually. As soliciting was the only thing bar getting my bookkeeping qualification that had gone well for me so far, I was feeling pretty peeved and she was incredibly sympathetic. 

Things almost went from bad to worse for her as I was awoken at half five in the morning by Vera who switched the light on, poked me, wheezed a lot and pointed to her lungs. An hour later, paramedics left.

"Thanks darling," she said, still lying back although she was sounding much better now the paramedics had dispensed an emergency ration of her cancer drugs to stave off death for another 24 hours. 

I sat down on the bed in a hotel dressing gown, and sighed. "Bit scary, ain't it?"

"Oh darling, I'm sorry. You're so young, and I'm surrounding you with death."

"Not death. Spirit."

"Spirit?"

"Yeah, you ain't giving up are you? No, I'm not gonna close my eyes and let it all take me away, I'm gonna get some drugs and keep riding a gigolo."

She chuckled, undoing the strap on her gown revealing her body. "Grant, dear?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to know something."

"What is it?" I asked, removing my gown and dragging hers off from under her. I put the quilt over us and cuddled up to her. 

She smiled broadly. "I have got myself ashamedly attached to you. You're a wonderful young man, much more tolerable than my own family, which is exactly why I changed my will today."

A woman with -- so far -- a quarter of a million quid to toss away on a male prostitute had to have some serious funds locked away. And my expression gave away that I knew exactly where she was going and wasn't sure I wanted it to go there. "Okay."

"You are sole beneficiary and executor. But on one condition."

"Name it."

"I pick you up early tomorrow, we have a meal downstairs, then we come up here and you make love to me unprotected." She could see I was very unsure, and was actually about to just go ahead and say no when she shushed me and retrieved a document from a bedside drawer. 

"What's this?"

"Test results. I got the full spectrum tested yesterday. I'm clean."

"What if I'm not?"

"Darling, I have about 24 hours to live, do you think I care about Chlamydia?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I chuckled. "I thought not." She put the document back once I'd read it and cuddled me back. "Now, a little more sleep?"

"Sounds good."

As the next day, when we awoke again, was a Monday and I was likely home alone when I returned to Cockfosters, I shagged Vera twice instead of once, took eighty grand by wire again and went into Central instead of home to hook myself up with new expensive clothes costing me a fraction of my three hundred grand bank balance. 

As Hannah was with me, she told me not all clients were as rich and generous as Vera and sometimes we just had to take what we could get. Last night she'd shagged a guy who could only give her two hundred quid. But once she'd found a sugar daddy in his mid-fifties who, shortly before being locked up by the Inland Revenue for tax evasion, treated her to twenty-three nights of passion earning her over two million quid. She'd since blown most of it on clothes, nights out and even a house she was renovating so she could move out of her parents home. 

"I dunno, it's not like this will be my whole life, you know," I said as I tried on £350 jeans that had patterns on the buttocks to make my ass look even nicer. Hannah was with me in the dressing room alluding to a closeness we had from only ever shagging in my place and not with a client as I had with another woman, 36 year-old Paula who wasn't with us. "I've made so much money, I can just keep going for this part of it and live off interest in a nice home, with a career, maybe settle down with a fellow young professional."

"You're lucky, you've got that to fall back on," she replied, touching my bum. "I haven't. Yeah, I love these, buy them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, absolutely, do it."

"Okay, you're on."

"But before you do," she said, sitting on a bench as I undid the jeans and dropped them, "I'm horny." 

She took my dick out of my pants and immediately began sucking it. I immediately wished a shop assistant would come in and help her. Not that she needed help; I came in minutes.

I asked her what the chances were of me returning the favour, and she grinned before naming a lingerie shop.

"Is everything okay in here..." a gorgeous shop assistant -- short but with perky large breasts -- asked, moving through the curtain in a changing room to see Hannah perched on another bench wearing just a bra as her naked pussy was spread before me; kneeling and licking her passionately. "Oh, erm..."

"Don't stutter when there's room for one more," Hannah panted, holding her hand out.

In moments, the girl -- named Ruthie and only nineteen -- was completely nude and holding Hannah's bottomless body to her as they stood and snogged. She unclipped Hannah's bra and had no sooner done so then was pushed to sit down and watched a girl a year her junior drop to sexy knees, open Ruthie's legs and begin sensually licking inside her thighs.

Meanwhile, I'd stripped naked too and was holding my hard knob out in front of Ruthie's face; stroking her fantastic 28DD tits. She looked up at me, winked and then just grabbed my huge appendage before ramming it down her throat.




Gigolo Ch. 01



Everything afterwards was just a wonderful blur until Hannah entered the cubicle fully dressed clutching a bag full of expensive lingerie. She saw Ruthie bent over taking my cock deep in her cunt and finding it incredibly difficult to keep her voice down as I banged her tits off yet at the same time held them tightly.

She came so hard, she could barely stand up, and was still gasping for breath when Hannah and I kissed her goodbye and left. 



Gigolo Ch. 02



I hadn't been home and hour when the phone rang. It was Crystal Croker from Discreet Gentlemen Escorts. "Recovered have you?" she said.

I laughed knowing that I had left them thoroughly shagged an hour ago. "Quite, thank you. Do you have something for me?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Jaqueline Westhaven would like to be squired to a company dinner at the Hilton. Can she meet you in reception at 7pm?"

"Fine. How will I recognise her?"

"She'll be wearing a spray of orchids and a black evening gown. She's a redhead."

She was. She was also tall, chic and very classy with a very interesting figure. The orchids were nestled in the crevice of a pair of A grade breasts. The slinky evening dress emphasized the curves of her narrow waist and flaring hips. 

"Allen?"

"Jaqueline. Very pleased to meet you. You look fabulous."

Pleasantries over, we went into the company dinner. Turned out she was a senior executive in charge of marketing a range of products I was familiar with and we discussed those and many other subjects. She was well read, well travelled and very confident and she looked a lot younger than her 42 years. Jaqueline had never married but was wed to the company. A few of the male guests came over to hit on her and apart from being routinely charming to all of them, refused offers to dance or to move to other tables. She was getting some glares from wives but was clearly used to that.

"They keep trying and I keep saying no," she said to me. "They would have no respect for me as a senior executive if I fucked any of them. They are like little boys. Fuck one, tell all. I keep my private life separate, but it always intrigues them when I turn up with somebody new to one of these dos. They think the escorts I have cover up for the fact that I'm actually a lesbian. Then again, most men who get knocked back will use that to cover their own deficiencies. Let's dance."

We danced a couple of slow dances with her arms locked around my neck and my hands on her hips. She bumped against my bulge a couple of times and it took some willpower to keep my cock from erecting while she rubbed her gorgeous figure against me. After a suitable time we left in her BMW which she drove like and expert. I had expected to be dropped off but she pulled up outside a townhouse and invited me in for coffee.

"I don't normally do this, but you are a refreshing change from most of the escorts I've used before. You actually have a brain and you don't come across as the answer to every woman's dream."

I smiled at her, and she smiled back and it took years off her face. Jaqueline had maintained a sober business like expression throughout the evening, probably because of the males she was keeping at bay. I had seen a number of the men positively drooling as we swayed around the dance floor, the envy clear in their wolfish eyes.

We duly had coffee then she invited me to bed. She kissed me thoroughly and watched as I undressed and laid back on the bed. She knelt down and drew my semi hard prick into her mouth and licked and sucked until I was rigid. Reaching over to a porcelain container next to the bed, she pulled out a condom and threw it at me. I rolled it on and watched as she performed a minor strip tease, revealing an absolutely exquisite body. Collar and cuffs. Her minge was a deeper red than her hair with an almost indefinable slit. Her excitement was evident in the glint of moisture at the top of her thighs. Her largish but beautifully shaped breasts had no hint of sag and no sign of augmentation. Very yummy indeed. She slung her long lissome legs over my hips and made to slip my cock into her body.

I stopped her. "I like to eat before I fuck." I pulled her up and slid down until confronted with her hairy purse. Only the outer lips were evident. I pulled them apart with my thumbs and ran my tongue up the inner lips tasting the tang of her arousal. There was hardly any bump where her clitoris should be but I massaged the area and sucked until I heard her gasp and whimper. A tiny seed like pearl hardened under my ministrations and I worried it feeling her squirm and shake. Reaching up, I pinched and massaged her small conical nipples feeling them harden and throb. Suddenly, her thighs tightened on my head and I felt a small spurt of hot juice scald my tongue. It was thick and creamy and I thrust my tongue into her cunt searching for more.

"No more," she gasped. I threw her over onto her back. "I like to be on top," Jaqueline demanded.

"Not tonight, Jaqueline. Tonight you can forget about being in charge for once. I want to give you endless orgasms." I spread her thighs and rammed my cock straight up her very tight but creamy cunt. I pulled her ankles up to my shoulders and started fucking her while massaging and palpating her glorious breasts in time with my thrusts. She came and my cock wore a ring of creamy excrescence. Her joy juice wasn't copious but it was thick. I flipped her over onto her knees, pulled her shapely arse up and plunged back in. Reaching under, I massaged her tiny clit and pulled on her elongated milk buds. Rising up, I changed the angle pushing my helmet against her frontal cuntal and sure enough, she went off again, almost cutting my dick in two as she spasmed helplessly. I pulled on her long red hair has I rode her hard and managed to time my orgasm with another of hers.

We slumped down panting and gasping. "So good, so good, the best, the very best. What a lover you are, Allen," she whimpered. "I've never cum so hard or so often. Let me rest, then can we do it again?" she whispered looking back at me with liquid eyes.

"Absolutely. I'll just massage you and you'll drift off. When you wake up, we'll start again."

We did and it was beautiful. She was nice and cuddly after the second bout and asked me to stay with her for the night. I agreed.

Next morning, having slept in, she rushed out of bed, showered, dressed and left in a hurry exhorting me to have breakfast from the housekeeper and to be sure to pick up the envelope on the kitchen table. I showered and found a robe and wandered into the kitchen. There on the table was an envelope with my name on it containing $2500 - a $2000 tip. Not bad for one pleasurable night. I heard a noise behind me and spun around. There stood a woman of obviously latina descent, hands on very broad hips, monstrous chest heaving.

"Hey, who you. What you do in Miss Westhaven house? I call police. She no have man here ever." Under my envelope was a note addressed to "Lucia". I passed it to her and after reading, she visibly relaxed and said, "I make you breakfast, like she say. You read paper." She planted a paper and shortly after a coffee was put before me. Not long after that I was tucking into a monster breakfast of ham and eggs while she sat opposite sipping on a coffee, her mountainous breasts resting on the table top. 

"I hear funny noises in the night coming from her bedroom, noises I no hear before. Zat you."

"Yep." I continued reading, but looked up in time to catch her smile. She must have been fifty if she was a day and the flashing smile lit up her otherwise sullen face. 

"Oh, you macho man then?"

"Nope. Just enjoyed myself with a beautiful lady. Hope to again one day, if she wants to."

Lucia was about to say something smart using her hands when she accidentally knocked her coffee mug flying, spilling the contents all over the table and floor. She got up and got a dish cloth, mopped the table then dropped to her knees to mop the floor. She looked up under the table and giggled as she saw my tackle fully exposed in the short robe. "Muy bueno," she muttered then turned away to wipe up further errant spills. As she wiped from side to side, her big arse swayed in time. Must be something about a female on her knees but I erected immediately, strong, heavy and powerful. 

Putting down the paper, I knelt down behind her and flipped her dress up over her hips exposing her meaty golden brown thighs. Her arse was covered by a voluminous plain knickers with a big crease down the middle. I slid my hands up the outside of her thighs and under her panties and massaged her firm buttocks. 

"What you doing, big boy? You like Lucia's bottom, eh?"

I pulled those tent like pants down and perved at the winking brown star of her anus and then the mass of black curly hair between her legs. "Not bad, but this is better," I growled, prising thick lips apart to reveal her hot pink depths. "I'd like a go at filling that, Lucia. You up for it?"

"Oooh yes mister Allen." She pulled her knickers right off and knelt on the tiles spreading her legs. 

On bare knees on the tiled floor, I was uncomfortable. I pulled her up, my nostrils flaring as I caught sight of her huge breasts roiling around under her dress. "Let's get naked, girl," I growled, ripping my robe off. She unzipped the side of her dress and shrugged out of it revealing massive tits sagging on to a paunchy belly. As she bent to pulled it off her feet, they elongated like torpedoes. She spotted my burgeoning prick and squealed. "Ees big, very big. I kiss." She bent down and took my mushroomy helmet between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Yum yum. Very nice indeed. She had sucked some cock in her time and she was not in the bloom of youth.

"Enough," I muttered.

She looked up at me. "I no see big preek like this ever. I must have it." Lucia turned and bent over the table displaying her magnificent arse while reaching between her thighs and separating her cunt lips. "Now. You fuck me, please." I surged between her thighs and nudged my cock head at the portal of her dripping crease. I plunged in gasping as I received the sensation of moist heat. I drove in all the way until I fetched up against her cervix. I could feel the mouth of her cervix pulsing on my piss slit as I paused to allow her to accomodate my girth knowing that I filled her completely. My hands were on her hips and I felt her shake. "Padre dios, is so big." She wriggled her arse against me. "Fuck me now!!" I obliged, withdrawing and pushing, amazed that at her age, her cunt felt so wonderful, hugging my dick like a velvet vice as I increased the speed.

Reaching under, I ran my forefinger up her crack until I found a pronounced clit which I proceeded to diddle. My other hand felt for her huge tits and found a monster teat that I pinched. Swapping hands, I did the other one feeling her surge on me and inundate my cock with her juices. God, she was a horny fuck. Not better than Jaqueline, just different. She had two more orgasms before I unloaded into, clutching her huge tits and humping like a randy dog while biting her thickened shoulders and neck. Shortly after, Lucia eased me out of her as I lay panting on her back, spun around, and, dropping to her knees, cleaned my cock and balls for me. 

She rose and pushed me back into the chair. "You have another coffee, mister Allen. I suck your cock some more and push between my breasts. Then we go to my room for more. Hey? Whatchew say?"

Needless to say, I said yes, and had an absolute ball. 



Gigolo Ch. 02



This time of year, darkness came early, but not early enough for me to get some warm up business before Vera turned up in her limo and took me to the hotel. I'd decided to dress in a £3,500 suit I'd bought earlier in the day, but this was nothing to what she met me in the restaurant with. She wore a slinky red dress with matching and rather skimpy lingerie. 104, looking about late sixties, and absolutely stunning. 

Despite this, people looked at me strangely for being 22 dating someone 82 years older than me; someone who could easily be my great-great-grandmother in different circumstances. Some must have realised I wasn't here on an actual date with her, and even less must have realised I was an escort for the night; hired attractive male company, by the time she got the bill and we ascended to the room.

She moved for the mini bar, but I had other ideas; giving her exactly what she really wanted, even if securing the rights to her will was actually pretty low on my list of priorities.

In less than a minute, I was naked and hard as I had Vera's dress off, bent her over the bed and revealed her fantastic naked breasts before turning her around, groping and licking them; chewing on the nipples as she groaned. 

We kissed like that for a few minutes before she did something that surprised me. Matt, Hannah and Paula had told me not to expect a blowjob except from exceptional clients, or from one of them outside of the job. I hadn't, which was where my surprise came from. Vera suddenly crouched before my hard penis, spitting on it and stroking it with her palm before sucking it. It wasn't a whole blowjob, just two minutes of great oral sex before she stood back up.

I pushed her to the bed, mounting her to kiss her passionately and slide a hand down her panties to fondle her pussy as our tongues wrapped around each other's. 

No sooner had I felt the first bit of moisture escape from inside her cunt and wet my finger that was inside her, I stopped kissing her, asked if she was sure and soon was knelt between her legs peeling her knickers off and then pressing my hard knob to her wet century-old twat. 

An hour later, a terrific 60 minutes of lovemaking culminated in Vera having a third orgasm and me spunking hot fertile cum inside her as I had a handful of her right tit and a mouthful of her tongue.

Condoms are expensive, and no matter if they are ribbed or not, they will take away some of the sensation of sex. But at no point, despite the fact unprotected sex between a guy with a big dick and a woman with a tight pussy is absolutely earth-shatteringly awesome, should you actually do it with someone you're not going to spend the rest of your life with after you've both been tested and you're trying for kids.

Not that I regretted it at all; I liked it, I knew it was cool, and as this was Vera's last night, I decided to do it three more times, plus a protected anal and two pussy lickings before we slept. 

I awoke, although only just, at half three to see Vera sat at a desk writing. My eyes shut again three seconds afterwards, and that was it until seven o'clock. I couldn't hear her breathe next to me, although her body was there, and instinctively I switched the bedside lamp on. 

I softly called her name, then did so again, then again louder, but no reply. I checked for a pulse, but there was none. She'd told me last night I'd made her very happy by meeting her, and at least I knew she'd gone happy. 

I picked up the phone and dialled for an ambulance, explaining the situation. I stuck around until they took her away in a body bag and sat on the bed reading the letter she'd been writing for me during the night. 

Dear Grant, at 3pm, you have an appointment with my solicitor Richard Brown at Brown, Brown and McGowan just off Regent Street (full address on reverse) for a private will reading. I won't spoil the surprise, but suffice it to say you deserve everything you get. Thank you for sending me to my husband happy, hope not to see you again for another 82 years. Vera xxx.

What was the surprise?

Well, let's just say the word 'surprise' doesn't even cover it. This woman had spent the last eighty years of her life creating a pretty impressive, if far from vast, wealth. 

She owned the Presidential Suite I'd just spent the last few nights in with her because the entire hotel was hers. Also hers were two cars -- the limo and an old Ferrari -- a rundown home ten minutes from where I lived, and a solid cash fund of three point eight million pounds.

Stunned, I left with now over four million pounds in my account and tons of paperwork to look through. I was in my room looking through it when Will walked through the open door.

"A will reading?" he said immediately.

"I know, dude, I couldn't believe it either, when she first told me I thought she was joking. Then she told me about her family; shit dude, you should see what she owns. Two cars, the hotel we were staying in, some house ten minutes from here, plus almost four mil hard cash."

Will sat down on the bed. "All to you?"

"Yeah, all to me."

"A hotel?"

"Yeah, a big one too. There was a recent valuation..." I paused to look for the relevant page of documentation, "... twenty-three million."

"Gonna sell it?"

"Nah. That seems... ungrateful to Vera."

"Then what?"

"I'll keep it. It's something else to fall back on. Plus, of course, the house."

"Property development?"

"Yeah. It's something I've wanted to do for a while. I'm doing something that creates funds, I can do my own bookkeeping, and... yeah, it kinda fits."

Will pondered long and hard as I returned to where I had been reading about a recent valuation of the old Ferrari. It was a hardly ever used Ferrari GTO built in 1963, when Vera was sixty and my parents were still children, valued by Sotheby's at three hundred thousand pound. In mint condition, I promised myself I'd drive it soon. "It's elegant, isn't it?" he said. 

"Sorry?"

"It's elegant. Fate, I mean; so elegant sometimes. One thing happens, and more things happen that connect with it. You're a bookkeeper, you become a gigolo, and now you have two businesses to run."

"True. It's Tuesday, fancy Walthamstow for the dogs tonight?"

"Not working?"

"Nah, need a night off."

"I'll call around."

"Evening stranger," said Hannah as I arrived on foot at my spot. As yet, I hadn't taken the time to look into my new asset wealth; I'd spent last night losing £120 on the dogs, meeting new friends and old friends, and all of today just relaxing and cleaning my car. 

"Good evening gorgeous," I replied, seeing her in her short denim skirt and tight top standing between her spot and mine; a distance of twenty feet. I met with her and gave her a good snog; action I'd missed despite snogging a cute girl at the races last night and fondling her breasts. 

"Where were you last night?"

"Out having some fun, spending money rather than making it. Been busy so far?"

"Yeah, had a three-way with some married dude and his business partner. Seven grand, I actually came," she giggled, groping my backside as I slid a hand to her left tit and had a good feel. "Missed you last night, had a lady client who wanted my tongue on her pussy and a big dick in her arse. I had Matt, though, he was good. Sat on the lady's face, he helped her lick me."

"As good as me?" I asked, grinning.

"Of course not." A car pulled up, a Merc convertible. The guy eyed up Hannah. "See you later, babe."

"Staying at mine tonight?"

"Of course. Two o'clock, meet you here."

She had no sooner got in and left than another car pulled up. I walked to the open window and leaned in to see a huge breasted, rather fat but actually kinda pretty-faced lady. "Hiya gorgeous, what d'ya need?"

"A good man. What will ten grand get me?"

"A very good man," I smiled, getting in and kissing her. I immediately thought of taking her back to the Presidential Suite, but as I wanted a few more clients tonight, and was meeting Hannah back here in six hours, I thought better of it. Besides, I wasn't sure if the manager would be happy with the owner using the ownership perks as a licence to solicit on the premises. "I know a few back streets, back seat okay for you?"

"Done that once," she said, stroking my thigh. I returned the favour. "Bonnet?"

I smiled, kissed her and let a hand slide inside her top. "Second left."

"Babe?" I heard the next morning, around half ten as I sat on my bedroom floor transferring cash into a safe. I looked back and there was Hannah lying naked, half on top of the sheets, half between them. For a seventeen year old, she was incredibly mature in bed, as last night's one hour tantric sex session showed, but she was still just a kid who should be at college. Mind you, if I was cool with 104 year olds, and 27 stone women (which I got last night after the other much less heavy but still fat chick) who just wanted to suck my knob, I was cool with teenagers. 

"Morning Han, you okay?" I asked, pausing from putting thirty-seven and a half grand in cash into my huge safe, ready for deposit into a bank account I was planning to open in Central London (one of those banks you could walk a million quid cash into every week and nobody would blink an eyelid) with Vera's money once it was ready to be transferred. 

"Yeah. How long have you been awake, babe?" she asked, insisting on calling me babe more and more with the more and more orgasms I gave her.

"Twenty minutes, just putting away my cash."

"Cool." She yawned, and to my delight, stepped out of bed, put my boxers from last night on and came to sit on my lap topless. "What are you up to today?"

"Appointment with a bank manager at half twelve, then I'm going to Vera's old place to take a look around."

"Gonna move in?" she yawned again, grabbing a bind of cash and putting it in the safe for me. 

"Dunno, I've seen pictures," I giggled. Hannah joined in for no reason other than she clearly adored me already. "Probably gonna stay here for the time being, sleep over in Central occasionally to please some very high class clientele, and do up the house for rental or re-sale."

"Cool. I've always been interested in property," she continued, putting the last bind of cash into the safe that would fit. It would be easy-ish to carry down; despite having a tens of thousands of pounds in there, it was made of a very strong but light material. I shut the safe, kissed her cheek and let her continue. "Mind if I... you know... sorta... give my opinion?"

I smiled, kissed her lips and chuckled. "Absolutely not. Look, go back to bed, I'll bring you breakfast, give you a quick shag and then you can just sleep until this afternoon. How does that sound?"

She grinned, stood off me but still over me and removed my boxers, pushing her shaven pussy mound to my face. "Sounds like breakfast can wait."

My newest bank ended up being very like Coutts; a private one-branch organisation my solicitor (or should I say Vera's) had recommended because of its strong links with banks in Switzerland and the Caribbean. It had a zero deposit and withdrawal limit; as long as the money was in my account, I had only to give them twelve hours notice to collect anything over five million. After earning over four point one million through one thing and another, three point eight of Vera's bank balance went in plus eighty-six grand cash. Quarter of a million remained in a bank account I could access through ATM's.

As my limo (yes, my limo, the driver was on a quarter million per year, so I thought I could entertain that extravagance just in case my property business boomed) took me back to my flat to pick up Hannah and take us to Vera's old house, the driver told me Vera was very keen on antiques, and had built up quite a collection. Once I'd rang Sotheby's and quoted her name, an experienced auctioneer was only too keen to rush out at short notice to meet me there and value some goods. 

Once there, an hour in to my detailed analysis of the rundown but absolutely gorgeous and very full-of-potential home, I left Hannah upstairs with a surveyor I'd also arranged looking at the bathroom plumbing. I realised bringing Hannah into this would mean I'd take half profits only, but if I made enough, then I made enough.

Downstairs, the Sotheby's man Anthony looked over a bureau in the hallway.

"How are we doing?" I asked.

"Very well, sir," he sighed. "Your grandmother had exquisite taste." I didn't quite have the heart or the courage to tell him I'd only inherited this stuff because I banged her tits off for the last week of her life. In truth, the whole situation was still spinning me out. Will was right; fate was elegant.

"What's this?"

"About fifty thousand pounds," he replied. I choked. "Yes, I know. You could auction off everything in here and make a million easy."

It was more money, and despite the fact Vera was obviously attached to these things, I got a brainwave. I could take half a million for me and Hannah to work with on an initial development budget, and leave the other half to a charity; something like Cancer Research UK. Something to make sure the world didn't lose another Vera. "How soon can we get this lot into lots?" I asked.

Friday was the answer, and so Hannah and I had to start thinking about what to do with the place. Except Hannah didn't really want in on this; she wanted to do property development, but not yet. Her priority was leaving home, so nothing else would get a look in for the next few months.

I returned home late afternoon to chill with Will and Joe in the living room; Joe now fully aware of what I was doing and taking the time to give his support. Claire, a girl I really did not know that well, was once more conspicuous by her absence. I had my laptop beside me as we took it in turns playing loud-mouthed Americans on Xbox Live with Halo 3, on the Internet, on my website and watching for bookings; something that had not worked as yet. 

Then a beep; a message on my screen saying I had received a booking. I had an offer of time, place, activity and money from a rich man on holiday from Italy who had posted a photo and asked for a hotel room from seven 'til seven so we could exchange much anal sex and so he could give me a hundred thousand pound.

This was one thing I wasn't enjoying about being a gigolo; last night I'd had a 27 stone woman who wanted to get naked in the passenger seat of her Renault Espace and ride me. I held her to me as close as I could so I could moan and pretend like I was enjoying it as much as I wanted to, but her sweaty fat almost made me flaccid. Tonight, I had a man in his mid-forties, married with three kids in Lake Como who had a penchant for younger boys and men, preferably his son's age of 21. 22 was okay for him, but he was another example of me doing something I didn't really want to for cash. 

I knelt on the bed in my Presidential Suite I'd taken us to, fucking him up the arse whilst having to spank him and call him Mr Fucking Allisano. God, I hoped property development went well. 

"Morning dude," Will said as I met him in the kitchen as soon as I got in. It was quarter to eight now; Mr Fucking Allisano giving me a lift to my car and wiring me the hundred grand as I gave him a handjob. 

"Hey-hey-hey," I replied as cheerfully as I could in the awareness I still had the slightest bit of cum on my right hand. I made for the sink immediately to wash it thoroughly. 

"Good night?"

"Er... yeah, not bad, considering," I laughed off. "It's always better when they want to please you as well. I actually came a couple of times."

I looked back to see Will holding up a hand. "Don't want to know dude," he said.

"Sorry, bud. Off to lectures, are we?"

"Yep, in a little while."

"Fancy a lift?" I offered. 

"Off out again?" Will asked, moving through to the living room. I dried my hand and followed him.

"Not today, I can't touch that house until Sotheby's clear the place tomorrow."

"Cool. Save your energy and money. I'm working tonight, but some of the lads you met at the dogs on Tuesday are gonna be down for curry night if you're interested."

"What about that girl?"

Will chuckled. "Yeah, her too. But in answer to your question, yes, I'd like a lift. Cheers dude."

"You're welcome."

I drove him out to his campus, offered to pick him up at three but that offer was rejected. I drove home, slept for a couple more hours (Mr Allisano was particularly frisky during the night), then went out to lunch with Hannah. I explained my plans and that I might not be out tonight, and that if I didn't pull the girl -- called Sam -- she could come and stay with me again. 

Early afternoon, I got on the Internet in my room and started putting together provisional designs for the house, realising I needed to do things like stripping wallpaper and ripping up carpet before I could start making the place look pretty. 

I went on my website to see I now had three bookings, all for a long shag from three kinda attractive clients; ranging from an actually pretty cute girl to a woman in her sixties who had more wrinkles (judging by her picture) than Vera, and much saggier breasts. I could decide to say yes or no to these people, but on seeing the fees (five grand for the cutie, which was worth a lot, up to twenty grand for the old woman) I couldn't resist. I told the girl to come pick me up at ten o'clock, which would hopefully give me time to pull Sam, get another snog and tit-fondle out of her and then take her number for a repeat performance next week. 

After playing on the Xbox a little with Will, he went to work and I followed him down to meet up with the guys. Sam turned up a little late, had a J2O because she was driving and a curry and we then left together, making for her car.

At half nine, I had her topless on my bed; a cute frizzy haired black chick from Oakwood just up the road underneath me as we snogged, I got a hard-on and her nipples got even harder. She giggled and pulled away.

"I have to go, I've got work tomorrow," she said.

I relentlessly groped at her lovely boobs, even resorting to kissing them and sucking on a nipple before she pulled away more. "I know, sorry babe."

"It's cool. You get to kiss more of me next time," she promised, kissing my lips and stepping out of bed to grab her bra. I was kinda frustrated that I didn't get to slide my knob under her skirt, but in 30 minutes, I was due to be inside a paying cutie, so it was fine. She dressed fully and I saw her to the door. "I'm away this weekend," she said to my almost delight; the richest clients came out on the weekend. "But I've got Tuesday off. Can I see you Monday night?"

"Sure, sounds great." I snogged her again, touching her ass a little and then she left. I shut the door as Claire, another black chick if nowhere near as cute, appeared in the corridor. "Hey," I greeted.

"Hey there Mr Gigolo," she smiled. "How much do you charge?"

"More than a student can afford," I replied, making my way past her and to my room to get changed. 

"Shame," she said, and went to the kitchen. 



Gigolo Ch. 03



“How did the job hunting go, Allen?” asked my mother after I had returned home from escaping the clutches of the randy Lucia.

“Actually, I think I may have found a situation that suits me perfectly, Miranda,” I replied. I had been calling her by her first name ever since I turned 21. “It’s a bit early to be certain but it really does look promising. In fact, I got a $2000 advance. How about we go to Luigi’s for a spot of italian to celebrate.” 

Not long after, we enjoyed some of Luigi’s pasta and a couple of bottles of superb Chianti. I watched as my gorgeous mother fended off Luigi’s lame attempts to inveigle her into his clutches. Mind you, I didn’t blame him a bit. Tall, stylish, chic like Jaqueline but a few years older. Beautiful face, brown eyes and dark wavy hair. As always, I perved at her deepish cleavage when I thought she wasn’t looking.

“That Luigi, he never stops,” I bantered.

“Yeah. Funny thing is that he knows Mrs. Luigi is waiting in the kitchen with a big sharp knife if he even looked like succeeding. Tell me more about this job.” 

Walking to the restaurant I had decided not to tell the truth. No real reason. I doubted Miranda would be upset apart from a few “be careful”s thrown in. I pretended that I was in direct marketing a range of products and mentioned a few of Jaqueline’s products. In fact, I intimated she was my boss and embellished from there. 

My mobile rang halfway through the second bottle of Chianti. It was Mrs. Croker from Discreet Gentlemen Escorts, my employer.

“Interupt anything interesting, Allen?”

“Nope - dinner with my mother, and very pleasant it is too,” I responded smiling at Miranda.

No beating around the bush. “Tomorrow. 4pm - Misty Valley Flower Shop. You know it?”

“Yep.”

“OK. Remember, you have to come into the office Friday afternoons for settlement.” And I knew what that meant.

We finished our meal, and staggered back home, arm in arm, slurring the words to “Oh Sol Oh Mio”. Went out like a light and slept ‘til noon the next day. Pottered around, visited the hair stylist, bought some new shirts and presented myself at the flower shop at the due time.

“Allen?” She had to be 60, snow white hair, chubby pink cheeks, and twinkling gray eyes. Her figure was like a snowman but with equal halves.

I acknowledged that I was indeed Allen, wondering what the assignation was all about. Somebody in their 60s would be a novel experience. 

She must have caught some type of interest in my eyes. “You’re not here for me, young man,” and her eyes crinkled merrily, as if the idea amused her hugely. “You are here for my daughter Dorothy. I’ve hired you to take her to a reunion dinner dance at her old school.” She frowned. “Dorothy has let herself go in recent years and really doesn’t want to go. However, I’ve been prevailed upon by two of her old girlfriends to find a way to get her to go. You are going to pretend that you are her current - er stud muffin?? Is that what young kept men are called?”

“I really don’t know. How old is Dorothy?”

“Very nearly 40 and resigned to spinsterhood. I’ll take you up and you can meet her. If you can persuade her to dress up a bit, I will provide you with a bonus, plus another if she enjoys herself. What do you say?”

“A challenge is a challenge. Lead on MacDuff.”

“Betty.”

“Right - lead on Betty MacDuff!” She giggled uncontrollably as I followed her to the flat upstairs to meet the challenge.

Good grief! A challenge - what an understatement! She was slightly taller than her mother and dressed in a dowdy old caftan that did a great job hiding any of her physical attributes. She wore glasses with round black frames that did nothing for her. Her hair was dark and straggly with gray wisps. Her big brown eyes were intelligent and vexed. Behind her was a desk covered with dusty tomes and a PC showing an archaology site.

“Mother, I told you - I’m not going. Just send this young man away and pay him for his trouble.”

“Now Dorothy, you promised me you would make an effort. At least let Allen try.”

Dorothy scanned me up and down and sniffed. “He’s very young. Too young to know what to do.”

Her mother looked at me pleadingly. I reacted to those lovely eyes, and hoped I wouldn’t regret it. “Dorothy, I may be young but I am mature. No mucking about. Let’s go. You and I have some shopping to do and we have no time.”

Startled by my no nonsense tone that probably reminded her of her daddy, she shuffled toward me. “You are doomed to failure, Allen,” she murmured with downcast eyes.

I drove her to the nearest huge mall and cajoled a hair stylist with a wad of money to attempt to give Dorothy a makeover including makeup, nails etc. I sat and watched a transformation take place. Sylvie the stylist had ascertained that Dorothy had contacts and had made her put them on. With makeup highlighting them, her big brown eyes became most attractive. The hairdo was inspiring to say the least, taming and shaping with some judicious cutting into a style that framed her rather cute face. She smiled at the result and the dimples on her cheeks were charming indeed. Next the dress.

I took her into an upmarket shop that was thankfully uncrowded. Dorothy was far from enthusiastic. Looking around she exclaimed that there was nothing there that would suit her. I wasn’t so sure. I pushed her into a cubicle and told her to get out of the shapeless kaftan and I would bring her a selection to try on. I waited until I was sure she was out of it and then pushed the door open and shut it behind me. She held the kaftan in front of her and looked at me alarmed. I pulled it away from her and threw it over the door. She tried to cover up but I pulled her up straight and demanded she stand still while I checked her for size. She straightened up and I was amazed to find a voluptuously hour glassed figure. Big, big tits filled almost all of what I took to be a maternity bra. Her knickers were white and plain. I spun her about and grabbed the tab - it read 44GG. While at it I noticed that her back was smooth, creamy and shapely, curving in at the waist and flaring out over wide child bearing hips. I had expected her legs to be thick and raddled with cellulite. They were strong looking and unblemished. She actually had quite a sexy body.

I went out into the store and quickly got the attendant on side. I got four sets of sexy, lacy bra and pants sets with the bra measuring 40DD ensuring they plunged at the front. One set was dark blue, another light blue, the third was red and the last, black. Returning to the cubicle, I told her to get rid of her underwear and put the red set on. She actually looked at what I was holding with some curiosity. I left to get her an assortment of clothes from a couple of smart suits to a couple of slinky evening gowns with plunging necklines - one red to match the underwear and one in midnight blue. I figured strong colours would compliment her dark colouring. 

I returned to the cubicle and found her wearing the red set but facing the corner. In no mood to fuck about, I pulled her around. Her huge breasts were bulging out of the bra creating a marvellous cleavage. “I can’t wear these,” she whispered. “I just can’t. Don’t make me. Please.”

“You look absolutely fucking gorgeous, Dorothy. Truly fuckable. I’d root you right now, my girl, if we didn’t have so much to do and no time to do it. Now shimmy into this red number and stop protesting,” I growled. She glared and me and I at her. She raised her chin and almost defiantly pulled the red dress from me. Ascertaining her shoe size, I left to pick up some evening, daytime and business shoes. When I returned, she was dressed and it fitted her like a glove. It wasn’t too tight but it showed off her voluptuous figure to perfection, her impressive cleavage on show. 

She was turning around looking in the front and side mirrors. I knelt and slipped her quite shapely feet into two inch heels that firmed up her calves and added shape. I’d outdone myself, she was actually very attractive. I got her to try on the rest of the items I had picked and she was happy with the lot. She paid by credit card and we left with her still in the red outfit. I had included a black evening cloak that kept the chill and the stares from her. 

Her mother was stunned and stood there gaping, her arms full of flowers. She nearly dropped them when I pulled the cloak apart to reveal Dorothy’s glorious assets. “Good grief, Allen. Who is this? What have you done?? She looks wonderful.”

“We don’t have time, Betty. We really have to go.” I ushered Dorothy out and drove her to the reunion. 

On the way, she twisted her hands nervously. “I’m not sure about this Allen, I feel like a tart. I’m afraid of what my old friends are going to make of this outfit. You will stay close, won’t you?”

I assured her I would and presently we arrived and decamped into a crowded decorated gym hall that had a band playing on the stage at one end. I removed the cloak despite her clutching fingers and placing her my hand firmly beneath her arm, we forth to meet and mingle. Within minutes, a couple of mid aged women had rushed up. “Dorothy, is that you?” one exclaimed. Both women were dressed comparatively conservatively and both were married. They introduced their husbands whose eyes were drawn to the cleavage on show. One was heard to mutter to his spouse something about being told that Dorothy was an old maid, and if what was in front of him was an old maid, he’d eat his hat. Other males arrived like bees to honey and she was whisked away for a number of dances. I saw a few of them clutch her to them, surreptiously copping a feel of her big firm and shapely arse. In between dances, I plied her with wine and watched her cheeks become flushed and her eyes sparkle. 

Some of her female classmates drifted my way and I danced with a couple who managed to cop a feel of my tackle and whisper that they would like to show me their old classroom. I gracefully declined. After all, they hadn’t paid for the privilege. Eventually, I claimed Dorothy for a dance and she melted against me sighing. 

“Oh Allen, this has been a wonderful evening. I feel like the belle of the ball.” She looked up at me. “Some of the guys were trying to get me outside.” She giggled, half pissed. “I told them my resident stud might not like that. You wouldn’t would you?” I smiled at her and nodded, pressing a kiss to her dampish forehead. She sighed and snuggled her curvy body against mine. My cock tingled and I decided it was time to leave. We left amid a plethora of requests to meet soon and drove to her place. 

Betty was waiting up and took one look at her obviously happy daughter and beamed at me. “Mission accomplished, Allen. I’ve never seen her so happy. I’ll put her to bed and we’ll settle up.”

“I want Allen to put me to bed mother,” Dorothy demanded, and grabbing my arm, pulled me past her gape mouthed mother and up the stairs. In her bedroom, that could also have done with a makeover, she stood against the bed, arms akimbo. “I want this night to end as beautifully as the evening has been. I have almost no experience but I want you to make love to me, to fu.. to fu.. to fuck me! That is, unless you don’t find me attractive. At the shop, you said you would roo... er what was it?”

“Trust me girl, you are eminently fuckable. And I do, very much.” I pulled her close and kissed her gently at first then demanding, forcing my tongue into hermouth and duelling with hers. I pulled the zip of her dress down while moving to kiss the hollows of her neck and then slid the gown off her shoulders and down over her out thrust breasts to pool at her feet. I slid my palms over her lace covered mounds, feeling sizeable nipples erect at my touch. I quickly unclipped the middle and peeled the bra cups off. Big, big, white and creamy with a tracery of blue veins, acorn sized nipples standing proud from perfectly symmetrical coral pink areolae. I swooped on them like a ravenous dog - sucking, slurping, biting, nipping, licking until they were rigid. So was I.

I flung my clothes off except for my bulging briefs and sat on the edge of her bed. I pulled her between my knees and kissed my way down her tummy, swirling the tip in her belly button. Wisps of pubic hair had escaped each side of her sexy panties and I drew them down and pushed them to her feet. Her shaggy hairy pubic mound could have done with some trimming but I could live with it. I parted the folds of her vulva as she clutched at my shoulders. I gazed in rapture at her pink insides and pushed my tongue between her lips and began to fuck her with it. I slid up and sucked her bulging clit while slipping a finger into her tight cunt. 

She was clutching and shuddering, moaning, “oh Allen, oh, oh, oh Allen,” while she tweaked her nipples. She came and suddenly sank to her knees in front of me. My cock was standing upright and she grabbed it hard and kissed it’s glistening helmet. She looked up at me like a naughty school girl. “I’ve never done this but I want to. Don’t stop me.” She kissed it all the way down to my balls and then up again to take the knob into her hot mouth to begin to suck. She certainly was no expert, but I coached by words and murmurs and finally, at my urging, wrapped her huge tits around my shaft and rubbed them up and down while still sucking. Without warning, I erupted into her gobbling mouth and, after only a split second of hesitation, she swallowed the lot and licked the rest of the escaped pearly fluid. Dorothy looked up at me with a smile and said, “I rather liked that. I liked the feeling of control. I liked the feeling of making you spurt like that, and I loved the taste. Can we fuck now?”

After a small bit of enjoyable foreplay, I lay on my back as she slid her tight, tight pussy down my rigid shaft until it bottomed out. She then rode me while I tried to control her massive tits, reaching up to lick and bite while giving her now pulsing clit a series of massages that sent her off orgasming mightily, moaning and issuing little shrieks as she did. As I felt her begin to tire after a major then a series of minor, orgasms, I pushed her onto her knees and shafted her from the rear until I spurted deep within her. We toppled over and fell into a spoon position and went to sleep, my slowly deflating prick esconced within her still pulsing cunt.

Next morning, I slipped out of her room leaving her sleeping like a baby. Betty met me at the bottom of the stairs and pressed a bulging envelope into my hands. “Allen, that was the most amazing transformation I could have ever imagined. I don’t know how to thank you. I heard her enjoying herself as I’d never hoped I would. She is an extremely respected archaeologist and has never had the time or inclination to do anything like that. You are a miracle worker.” She reached up and bussed me on the cheek. “Lucky, lucky girl.”



Gigolo Ch. 03



Claire made a point, with Will at work and Joe up country for the evening, of walking around in a top and panties for the next ten minutes until I left. When I did leave, she was in the fridge, ass out and very, very inviting. If I moved out, I could go ahead and shag her; I had shagged and was to shag much worse than this firm bodied girl. I said goodbye to her, promised to come see her when I got back in (although not knowing what that meant), and drove to the usual spot before walking to the rendezvous point, and meeting up with the cutie two minutes later.

"Ooh shit," she groaned, after telling me she had half an hour with me, pulled her pants down in the back seat of her new Vauxhall Astra and felt me penetrate her. "My girlfriends wondered why I wanted to pay for sex... oh boy yes, but this answers their question." She reached into the footwell as I undid her blouse buttons and pulled down her bra cups, then pulled out a camcorder. "Mind if I film the evidence?"

"Go for it," I replied, and began sucking on her breasts; pretending they were Sam's.

I got five grand for her, twenty grand for the old lady who arrived 30 minutes later, fifteen hundred for a guy who wanted to suck my dick inbetween, thirty grand for a ugly, thin lady smoker who wanted two shags whilst she smoked a pack of 20 Benson and Hedges, plus ten g's for a girl who wanted anal, then thirty grand for a guy (my other bookee) who wanted a 69er in the back of his Mercedes S-Class then to shag me and spunk on my face. 

It was quarter past one when I got back in. Joe was in, but in bed, and Will wouldn't be back for another hour. I went straight to my room, removed my shoes and socks, and put my cash -- ninety-six and a half grand -- in the safe. 

I removed my jacket and shirt, leaving a t-shirt, and made for Claire's bedroom; a slightly open door let out light and sound from a Futurama boxset. I looked in to see Claire lying on her bed in what I saw her in earlier giggling to herself, and immediately decided to move elsewhere as soon as possible. I reckoned I could start house hunting in the morning before I met Sotheby's at the house. 

"Hey," she smiled and went to sit up. I held out my hand, walking in and locking us in; her taking the hint and lying back.

"Hi," I replied, dropping my jeans and t-shirt to the floor. "Mind if I watch with you?"

"Why watch this?" she asked, switching it off and tossing the remote control away. "Why, when we can make our own entertainment?"

Already with a semi, I mounted her. She saw my lump and giggled. "How much are you charging?"

"If I shag you," I started, closing in for a kiss (I supported myself with one hand and teased the other up her top), "you have..."

"Uhuh..."

"... To give me..."

"Yeah babe?" she said hopefully.

"A blowjob," I finished and squeezed her top lip between mine. 

As soon as I pulled away, she grabbed me for a hard snog; my hand flying up her top to her braless and pert breasts. One hand let go of me, only to slip something inside my boxers to my growing lump. 

I pulled away to see it was a condom. She sat up and removed her top. I caressed her breasts, and she let me; more than Sam was that willing to do right now. Two legitimate and non-paying shags; and both black; plus the more I saw of Claire, the hotter she got. I knelt up to suck on a tit, but she lifted her legs up onto my shoulders, grabbed her panties and began pulling them down. I willingly helped her, revealing not a shaven pussy, but still a hot cunt with a cute line of pubes. 

As I tossed the material away, she looked deep into my eyes with her sexiest look and whispered. "Take me."

I took off my boxers, put the rubber on, and then unleashed my sex experience, falling off of her an hour later with her sweat all over me and her naked body with me on her bedroom floor. Result. 

I stepped back into her bed, telling her I was staying, and she rejoined me for a snog before we both fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke in daylight, Claire not naked on top of me anymore, but instead under the sheets with me, head bobbing up and down as she kept her promise of a blowjob; and a damn fine one at that. Minutes later, I spunked down her throat.

"Yes, sir, how can I help?" asked an estate agent as I walked into a building five minutes from the spot I solicited at. So near to a nice but poor area like Cockfosters, it was surprising I got so many high-class clients there and could find an estate agency that sold large studio apartments and 1-2 bedroom houses in the area. 

"I need a detached house, one bedroom, nice as you can."

"Budget?"

I pondered. "No, trust me, you won't break the bank with this one."

"Okay. Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

In ten minutes, he'd found me two and arranged an immediate viewing at my favourite. By lunchtime, I'd signed a cheque for £193,500 for a one-bedroom detached house two minutes walk from where I left my car; a perfect base for me to take clients who didn't necessarily want to have sex in the back of their car. 

My limo driver called to ask if there was any work going. I sent him away on a two-week holiday somewhere nice and exotic. My estate agent arranged a fee for him to take care of the legal stuff, I met the vendor and got the keys and soon had access to my own house. I then met Sotheby's, helping them take valuables out of the house and put them into secure boxes to be taken to an auction house in Central.

This, unfortunately, took all afternoon despite Hannah and also Matt coming to help me help them. I was reminded these two were cousins by the fact they referred to each other as 'cuz', despite the fact Hannah told me they did, on occasion, have sex for clients' benefits, and once slept together outside of work; something that seemed a little wrong and they hadn't done it since. However, I saw they were incredibly fond of each other, and sexually attracted to one another despite the fact their mothers were sisters; I caught Matt with his hand up Hannah's top in the kitchen. 

"Ever wanted to screw your own cousin?" Matt asked me as we stood there in the kitchen making cups of tea with Vera's perfectly clean kettle, mugs, and some groceries Hannah had popped out to get. Hannah was attempting to drum up a little business. 

I thought back to a couple of hotties I'd come across in my huge family. I smiled, and nodded. "Point taken, bud. Look, it's not a criticism, it's just... you gotta be careful. You've told me you do, at some point, want to settle down. You can't with Hannah."

"I know, I know," he waved down. "I want to screw her on a more regular basis, though."

"Look, I'm kinda getting in to guys a little," I confessed. "Maybe us three should have a little three-in-a-bed one night, eh?"

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back. "Sounds great, especially as I haven't got in your pants, yet."

"You've snogged me naked whilst we were with Vera," I pointed out.

"That's nothing," he dismissed. "I've snogged loads of people I haven't had sex with; I even had a girl three weeks ago, before you started, pulled up, took us down a dark alley and just snogged me for an hour. Couldn't even grab her tits. Got three grand for it, though, so perhaps I shouldn't complain."

Hannah came back in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "They're gone, said the auction will take place next Sunday. Plus I drummed up a little business," she said, coming inbetween myself and Matt. I groped Hannah's ass, Matt grabbed mine. "Got the chief auctioneer at seven, wants an all-nighter. Worth a hundred grand."

"Use my hotel suite if you like," I offered, working a finger up her skirt and inside her knickers. 

"Thanks, I might just do that. Ooh baby, touch me there. Matt, your mum just called me, she wants you home for a little something."

"Okay," he said, clearly disappointed. "See you at six, usual place." Hannah didn't reply with words; just kissing Matt and letting him grab her tits before he snogged me, got a hand on my naked penis as he hooked it out of my pants, and then left.

"Is he okay?" Hannah asked as I turned her ninety degrees to bend over a perpendicular worksurface (a good opportunity to eye up the decor; this place badly needed a new kitchen), and pull her skirt and knickers down. 

"He fancies the shit out of you, Han," I replied. "He's just sad you're his cousin, he feels he can't go there as much as he wants to." Semi-naked on her bottom half, she removed her top and sexy black lacy brassiere. I dropped my pants and almost penetrated her without a condom. I trusted her so much, I was almost prepared to go there, but she was still a hooker, as was I, so it was only ever asking for trouble. I quickly grabbed one from my inside jacket pocket, slipped it on and slipped inside her pussy. "I promised him that us two and him, one night after some clients, would have a three-way at my place."

Hannah groaned and squealed a little as I began fucking her. I didn't even have to ask her for sex; she was so attracted to me and I was so attracted to her, this sort of thing just happened now. "Sounds great. He's a real good shag, I kinda feel bad we're related too. No avoiding it, though. Oh shit, right there, that's my spot baby..."

I drove her back to near her place, drove home, got changed (without bumping into Claire, who was away for the weekend on short notice) and told Will and Joe about me staying in Claire's bed last night. This brought me a mixed reaction, but once I told them I was moving out to a nearby house, they were cool with it; just worried about inter-flat relationships. 

I dressed after an early dinner with the guys, and met Hannah and Matt at my spot at six o'clock. They were talking, flirting, and touching a little. This was probably going somewhere quick, and I felt guilty for showing up at that time. Matt kept hold of Hannah by the crotch of her panties, but I still snogged both her, and him. 

Soon, Hannah went off with a half-hour client who had two grand for a shag, and me and Matt stood against a wall snogging before a BMW Alpina B7 pulled up for me.

I looked inside, and saw a really attractive woman in a suit.

"Hey baby," I said. "What do you fancy?"

"Unprotected anal."

I sighed. She was fit, and her blouse accentuated lovely breasts; she was exactly the sort of client I wanted, but I couldn't do bareback. Unless...

"I got tested... here, take a look."

Having got myself tested before I started this, as a precaution, I then promised myself to do only clean women with no rubber if it got me more money. "Unprotected anal isn't cheap, babe."

"I'm a High Court barrister, how does a hundred grand sound for you naked, unprotected anal, then you spunking inside your pants so I can lick you clean?"

"For you, I'll toss in a pussy licking for foreplay, snogging, and my place."

In my house, and upstairs, the sex was so fucking good, I told her next time would be half price, half came up her fantastic arse, and then turned her over and spunked the rest of my hot cum over her beautiful C cup boobs. This woman was stunning, and worth free sex more so than Sam and Claire had been. I told her this, but she didn't believe me, told me she had to go home to her loving partner and small child, and gave me a lift back to my spot before telling me she'd be back, taking my card and wiring me the hundred grand. 

I got out of her car, met Matt who'd just sucked a guy's cock for three grand, told him of my exploits and no sooner had I relaxed with a drink of water as we sat on the kerb and I showed him pictures of the barrister she'd let me take as I shagged her doggy style, then a limo pulled up with loud music playing and some screaming women hanging out of the roof. Matt saw a car pull up behind, told me these sorts of things weren't his thing, and went away. I stood up, and saw one of the women -- quite young, made up and obviously having a big party -- flash her huge breasts at me.

"Want some action ladies?" I asked.

"I'm chief bridesmaid," the woman with the huge breasts said. "The bride is inside, getting married Sunday. Her bloke is really fucking rich, how does a hundred grand sound from each of us to come and shag us all really fucking hard?" she said in a fairly common accent. I could only imagine she was local; Sam sounded a slightly toned down version of her. 

"How many of you?"

"Six," she said to my delight. What Hannah said had been proved wrong so far; I was ending up with the richest clients, tonight especially. 

"We should go back to mine, then," I offered; having enjoyed doing this with the barrister so much. I stepped inside the limo to see six very attractive women sitting in a semi-circle. I could tell which one the bride was; a slutty looking blonde chick with just a bra on her top half and champagne bottle wedged between the bra and her breasts. "Fuck me, your bloke's a lucky bastard," I said, walking to sit between her and the chief bridesmaid. 

"I'm Abby, this is Kerry," the bride said, grabbing my crotch and rubbing it quite sensually for a woman who was clearly a little drunk. "Cash sound good to you, you stud?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," I replied. 

I soon got what Matt meant when he said he didn't do things like this; it was me and six very horny, slightly drunk and very attractive women in a limo driving the short distance to my one-bedroom house I'd probably only just have room for us all in on my king-sized bed and en-suite bathroom. And I had to try and hold them all off in the interim. 

Much easier said than done. 

"Come on, show us your willy!" said another bridesmaid, a thinnish but still cute (I had noticed that when you found a fit woman, most of her friends tended to be less attractive to make her feel better about herself, but this really wasn't the case here) girl who looked like the youngest by a margin; perhaps the bride's sister. 

"Yeah!" said the rest, including the bride who had taken the bottle out of her cleavage and was now unzipping my fly.

I tried, although not very hard, to bat her hand away, and replied. "Ladies, ladies, in good time." The limo slowed up and parked. "Look, we're here. Come on in."

In preparation of visitors, I'd asked my estate agent to put a grand of champagne in the bedroom, which the barrister hadn't seen or paid attention to, in a chiller cabinet. I would soon invest in more of that type of thing for future clientele. I planned a raid on the white goods stores tomorrow. I took the ladies in, opened two of the ten bottles of champagne and poured some glasses before stripping to my boxers and inviting the ladies to get down to their underwear. "Come and make me," said the thinnish girl as the bride got on the bed in her bra and knickers with the chief bridesmaid. I walked to her, snogged her and unzipped her dress behind her. "Don't expect much girl-on-girl," she said, sliding her hands down the back of my boxers to my bare arse. "The bride is my big sister."

"Well, I won't expect any bodily contact between you two, but... a snog or two with your friends wouldn't go a miss." The dress fell to the ground to reveal bare breasts and a skimpy thong. I groped her boobs and looked over her shoulder into the en-suite to see two women looking over the Jacuzzi. "Go ahead, ladies, make yourselves at home," I called, groping the girl's arse. "And you are?" I asked.

"Karen," she replied. "Don't really want sex, but some fooling around would be nice."

I grinned and looked behind me to see three women giggling; Abby, Kerry and a third hottie in their underwear drinking and tugging lightly at each other's pants whilst looking at me. "Come with me."

I took my pants off, lay down on the bed and got out a few rubbers before putting them on my stomach. "What's the plan?" said Abby?"

"Grab a rubber each, you three, and take it in turns riding me. Karen, come fool around on my face."

She giggled, clambered onto the bed and sat on my face, refusing to -- as yet -- remove her thong. I would soon have the crotch of it to one side as I licked her pussy and also have a finger inside her arse.

The three girls stripped topless except for Kerry who got completely naked and began riding me first. She did so for a minute before Abby shagged me for two and the third girl fucked me for two more. This went on until Karen came on my face, fell off the bed, stood, removed her pants and fucked me whilst I had Kerry's rubber on.

For about five hours, I fucked them all and licked them all repeatedly; three sucking my dick, until they all fell asleep shortly after Kerry licked Karen, all except Abby, who I found downstairs at around three in the morning. 

"Hey baby, coming to bed?" I asked, pinning her between me and the doorframe between the kitchen and living room. She wore nothing but her tiara.

She giggled. "Still horny. Watching my little sister get licked was a little weird, though. Don't think I want to see that again."

"Fancy a good, hard fuck?" I asked, groping her tits.

She bent over, pushing me back and pulled apart her ass cheeks. "Anal. As hard as you can."

We woke everyone up upstairs with our loud sex, especially Abby coming louder than anything I'd heard before. We went upstairs where Abby slept as far away from her sister as possible and I slept in the middle after giving the least hot one (not saying much) a two-minute quickie.

"Girls, we've got to go, our limo driver says his time is almost up," said Karen, appearing in the bedroom fully clothed to find three others fully clothed, but Kerry riding me in the nude as Abby wired me the six hundred thousand pound in the nude also, suckling on her chief bridesmaid's breasts from time to time.

"Tell him there's another grand in it if he gives me another hour. I want one long, hard fuck with Grant here," she winked at me, shutting her laptop. "All done. How you doin' up there, sexy?" she giggled to Kerry.

"Very fucking well. Fancy paying for us to do this on a more regular basis?"

"It won't cost you so much next time," I said, fondling a breast on each girl.

"Fuck it, I might still join you," said Abby, before Kerry came. "Come on, get dressed and leave us two alone." 



Gigolo Ch. 04



After taking Dorothy to the land of Oz - Orgozm and plenty of them, I went home and collapsed for a few hours to be awoken by the phone. 

Mrs. Croker. “Afternoon Allen,” boomed her cheery voice. “I hear from Mrs. Mason, er Betty, that you made quite and impression on her daughter, and on her. She is extremely pleased. She told me what you did and also told me that their phone has been ringing off the hook with men looking for dates with the lovely Dorothy. She is going out to dinner tonight. Talking about tonight, what have you got planned?” On hearing a negative response, she went on. “I’ve booked you for a show and late supper with an old client of ours. Janine Turner is a theatre critic and prefers to be escorted when she is on the job, so to speak. She’ll meet you in the lobby of the Lycaeum Theatre at 7.30. She’s shortish and will be dressed in a black cape with a red rose on the lapel. Don’t be late. Janine is not a woman to mess with.”

Yep, Janine was clearly not a woman to be messed with. I was two minutes late and she was pacing up and down the lobby, looking at her watch. She saw me and glared. “You’re late young man.” She grabbed my arm and hauled me up the stairs to a private box overlooking the stage. Before the curtain rose, she grabbed my arm. “This is supposed to be an avant garde production of The Merchant of Venice. We’ll see about that. As a young, and I suppose virile young man, you may be interested in the fact that it is performed in the nude.” 

I blinked in surprise. “Right. Sure, sounds reasonable.” I smiled at her and her rather harsh features lifted with the corners of her mouth. The curtains went up. What an absolute waste of money. Crap from beginning to end. The naked women were unappealing mainly due to eerie green lighting and the men fared just as well. Not an ounce of entertainment value in it. “This is pure unadulterated crap,” I announced.

“Early supper young man.” She got up and we left as did hordes of others. A couple of men in raincoats stayed.

Janine guided me across the road to a swank restaurant and we were soon tucking into pate de fois gras and a bottle of Moet. She had shrugged her cape off her shoulders to lay over the back of the seat revealing a dove grey dress that positively bulged in front. The Moet started to cause her cheeks to take on a rosy hue as she relaxed. We chatted about the state of the theatre and went into the next course which was Lobster Thermidore. The lady didn’t stint. The Coffee Royales put her over the edge while I had a comfortable buzz. 

“You’re very mature for your age, Allen. Confident, knowledgable, well mannered and you’ve put me completely at ease. Seriously, they send me some mental midgets at times!” She peered at me speculatively. “Are you up for some hanky panky with an old tart.” I pretended to look around for said old tart, and she giggled - really quite different from the old dragon of two hours ago. “Me, you fool. It’s been over two years since I had a shag, and that wasn’t much to write home about. Fellow critic. all piss and wind. Did absolutely nothing for me. I kicked him out before he embarrassed himself. Well? You can always say no because it’s not part of the deal.”

“As it happens, I rather like older women, especially curvy ones.” Minutes later, she had paid and we cabbed it to her apartment.

“I’ll just slip into something more comfortable. Help yourself to the bar.”

I’d only taken a sip or two of the really excellent scotch when she reappeared. I spluttered into my drink, taken aback by what I saw. She was dressed like a big baby in a diaphanous negligee with pink fluffy hems at the sleeves and bottom that finished high on her strong looking thighs. She had pink fluffy slippers and a baby type bonnet on her head. What had me going was the huge nappy she was wearing plus the dummy dangling from a string around her neck.

“I like to be a baby,” she lisped in a little girl voice. “Can you be my daddy for one night?”

It took me seconds to recover. “You look guilty, little girl. Have you done naughtys in your nappy?” I growled sternly. “Come here and let me look.” She stuck the dummy in and dropped her head, putting her hands behind her while edging close to me. Incongruously, her huge tits swayed back and forth as she did, almost ruining the image. She sidled closer, her feet moving side to side, until she stood in front of me. I pulled her closer and ran my fingers up the front of her nappy towards her pubis. No surprise really, she was smooth and hairless and damp. I pulled my finger out and smelled it immediately identifying urine. “You naughty girl! Over my knee with you.” I pulled her down over my knee and pushed her nappy down her thighs. Her arse was big and smooth and bore the faint traces of baby talcum powder. I smacked the nearest cheek quite gently, then the other, back and forth, getting harder. 

I heard her sucking noisily on her dummy and emitting whimpers with the occasional “Oooh daddy,” thrown in. I started smacking and rubbing until her bottom was a bright pink. She gave a gigantic shudder and I knew she had orgasmed, and mightily. A spurt of juice had wet my trouser leg.

“You dirty little girl, you’ve wet me. I’ll have to take my pants off now.” I pushed her onto her knees and she looked up at me pouting. I stood and dropped my duds and underwear. My semi erect penis jutted out at her. Her eyes widened and she dropped the dummy out of her mouth and swooped on it. No fucking about, straight on it and sucking hard. Immediately I got harder. The suction was unbelievable probably from all that dummy sucking.

Janine looked up at me contritely as she sucked. Literally within a couple of minutes, I exploded down her throat, and she kept sucking until she drained every drop. “Ooh, daddy. Thank you for the milk. But I need more. Is there more?”

“Oh yes, little girl, especially for good little girls who show me their titties. You’ve got big titties for such a little girl. Show daddy.” She peeled the nightie up and over her head, lifting large gourd-like breasts studded with a pair of nipples sticking out like .45 bullets. “Ooh yes, little girl, you have beautiful big breasts. Why don’t you wrap them around my milk bottle and warm up the milk.” She grabbed them up and wrapped them round my cock and began rubbing up and down, clamping her hugely suctioning lips onto the helmet as it emerged from her cavernous cleavage. I could feeling those stiff nipples dragging against my balls and lower belly. The feeling was so voluptuous, I unloaded another gout of spunk, some in her mouth, most providing a pearl necklace and the remainder dribbling onto her cleavage. 

“Yummy, yummy daddy. I am so naughty. I’m sure I need another spanking.” She dropped to all fours and displayed her large reddened arse, her tits brushing the floor. I got down and started paddling her some more. She reached for my cock and started wanking it. I hardened up and paddled her harder. “Quickly daddy, please use your big thing to scratch my itch. It’s between my legs.” I got behind her and slid into her molten snatch. “Ooooh! That’s it daddy. Now rub it hard.” I reached under her for her pendulous udders and used them to fuck her hard. She came, whimpering for more, more. Having come twice and fairly quickly, I could hold on and give her the ride of her life. She reached back and massaged my balls. “Give me some cream for the itch, daddy, it will make it soooo much better.” I sped up, pulling on her nipples and pumping my sperm deep into her cunt against her spasming cervix. She collapsed with me on top. We lay there for a while and then she struggled up. “Put my nappy back on and then put me to bed daddy.” I did and left her sucking on her dummy, a beatific smile on her face.

The envelope was on the side table near the door and contained far more than the fee. I cabbed home and collapsed, completely shagged. I slept through until 11am and vegged out for the rest of the day.



Gigolo Ch. 04



That day, I went alone into Enfield and the industrial estates around there in search of some high-end chilling equipment. I found a Magnet store that could send someone around to design your kitchen, or take measurements and do one for you in the store. Vera had intricate details on her house documents, so I took them in, told the young Asian gent what I was after and told him to spare no expense and fill in with gadgets. I ended up buying two large chiller cabinets (one for the bedroom, one for the en-suite) at £1600 the pair, then a very expensive kitchen including white goods, fitting and delivery for £11,450. As they did bathrooms too, I spent £4,725 there on the main one, then £1,375 on the downstairs one. 

I was well aware that, at this point, I had almost five million in my account; an astonishing figure that I really didn't want to make much bigger because it would get to the point where I wouldn't know what to do with it. Not that I could stop soliciting; I was too into it and tonight was Saturday night after all. 

I went back to the house I'd got from Vera and went into the garage to sit in the old Ferrari. After starting her up, I revved her a few times and felt too scared to actually take it out as I thought I could do. Ah well, I thought, another time. My phone rang as I was about to leave in the MG and head back to the flat. It was Will, wanting to know if I was up for shopping in Enfield Town. I said yes, and promptly spent £1,230 on games consoles and games, plus some more clothes.

"I'd hate to see your wardrobe, dude," said Will as we drove back to Cockfosters in the MG that had just about taken our shopping; Will had bought two Xbox games, I had quite obviously beaten that. "You had three times as many clothes as me before you started soliciting."

"I know," I chuckled. "My wardrobe at this new house of mine is huge though, double shelves and all that."

"Out tonight?" he asked, turning up my music ever so slightly. 

"Maybe. You?"

"Me and the boys might go to Soho, I dunno, Ade is supposed to be on the train over from Wales, but I ain't heard nothing yet."

"Cool. Well, I made seven hundred grand last night; I am able to quit right now, but... erm..."

"You enjoy it too much, don't you?" he asked, or rather assumed. 

"Last night, I had a hen party. There was the bride, maid of honour, four bridesmaids; all really hot. If that is the best I get all month, that's cool. I got paid over half a million fucking quid man, just to fuck six hot women. I can't wait to get home and check my bookings."

"What if it's a group of guys?"

"I can pick and choose. And word is spreading; I'm even thinking of putting some of the others on my website so the clientele have some choice too."

As it turned out, Ade wasn't coming; his train had been cancelled and it was too much hassle to come later. I had offered him my bed, but he postponed to come earlier next week. 

I got on my laptop and checked my bookings. I had two; one guy as Will had predicted, but he only wanted a blowjob for two grand, plus an ugly girl in her late teens that had fifty grand and wanted to know what it would get me. I e-mailed her back, telling her it was two hours of her calling the shots.

Will and Joe still decided to go out into Camden; I thought better of it, watched them leave about half five and began to get ready in an open doorway.

"Off out again?" asked Claire from my doorway, watching me in just my tightest boxers yet, exposing my rather large package as I went to put my jeans on. My first booking was at half six, and even though I wanted to meet Matt, Hannah or someone else for a quick chat beforehand, I still felt I had time to shag her if she so wished. She was in her panties from the other night, and nothing at all else. I could easily tell she wanted more.

"Not yet," I said, putting my jeans down and exposing my rising cock before sitting on my bed. "I've got ten minutes."

"Grant?" she asked after climaxing and feeling me cum over her breasts. She was short of going to have a bath; part of me wanted to join her but the rest wanted to earn some more big money. 

"Yeah, what's up babe?" I replied, standing up to wipe my knob on her thigh. She just giggled; I could only hope Sam was as cool as this the night after tomorrow. 

"Why do you solicit?" she asked, rather predictably in hindsight. "You're hot, you can have any cute girl if you'd like... shagging her every night, I know I love it. Plus you're rich, too, so... I dunno why I'm asking."

"I enjoy it, that's all," I answered, cleaning my cock more before replacing my tight boxers. "It's fun, I make money, meet people, get great sex and with more than one woman."

She shrugged and put her pants back on. "Do you think I could do it?"

I was far from willing to introduce her to it, but if I took her around with me tonight... "I dunno, why don't you try it? I've got some bookings, I'll toss you in for free. You won't earn anything, but it'll tell you a lot about what I do."

She pursed her lips, and then nodded. "Okay. Can you find me something really sexy in my wardrobe to wear?"

I groped her tits. "Shouldn't be too hard."

"Who's this?" said the guy, opening his car door to me and Claire.

"Buy me, get her free," I replied. 

He looked her up and down; dressed in a tight top and a skirt that barely covered a red thong that made her ass look in-fucking-credible. He raised his eyebrows. "Can't argue with that. Not much space in the back, though."

"I live five minutes away," I said, and let Claire get in the front and stepped into the back. "Second right."

Claire remained shy for the first ten minutes of something that the guy confessed he wanted to be over pretty quickly. I'd snogged him, and so had Claire, but once me and him had stripped naked and I had begun to suck his dick, she got topless and coyly let him caress her boobs. 

Thankfully, she did lighten up a bit, the guy said he'd give us five grand each if we had a threesome with him, and then Claire and I got on all fours naked on my bed as he fucked us both; me in the arse and Claire in the pussy. She almost came, but was nervous and so faked it. The guy went into the bathroom quickly and I fingered Claire to a real climax. He gave me seven grand as planned, plus gave Claire five grand. He then gave us a lift back to my spot, snogged us both and left.

"What do you think?" I asked, watching her count her cash.

"Great," she giggled. "It was good fun. He was a good shag too, kinda cute to boot..."

"Well, it isn't always like that. Wait until my second booking, that will be an eye-opener, trust me."

The ugly girl showed up at quarter past seven, fifteen minutes early and had a little flirt with me whilst Claire covertly decided if she wanted to stick around or not. She made a quick decision to go home, deciding five grand was great and she really didn't want this enough to do it. I gave Hannah my car keys and got her to take her back to the flat.

The girl knew she called the shots, and asked for privacy. I took her back to my house. She asked me to be naked, so I stripped off in the hallway. She asked me to fuck her as hard as I possibly could whilst spanking her ass red raw and handcuffing her to my headboard whilst calling her 'my gorgeous little girl'. Once I'd got past the fact she obviously had suppressed memories of her father doing this to her when she was little and probably prettier, it was pretty enjoyable. She had a surprisingly good body; lovely tits and a very tight pussy -- not surprising seeing as though she'd probably just had one sexual partner in her life and that was her dad -- and I did cum the couple of times I was required to.

She made me lick her, which was good fun as it was very neat and tidy between her toned thighs, and I made her cum twice. She wanted to suck my knob, and she was absolutely appallingly bad. I managed to pull a twenty-second wank out of the bag to make her feel better, cumming over her face as required.

It was worth fifty grand as agreed, and she wired it to me before asking if we could do it again. I said yes on the premise I could 'lick that sexy cunt more', even though that was half a cover for not having to endure her terrible attempt at a blowjob.

Fifty-seven grand up and racking my brains as to what I could buy tomorrow, I got a text from Claire, apologising for not being able to hack it. I told her not to be ridiculous, that she was great and I didn't blame her one iota for wanting just the bit of quick cash and nothing else. And it kinda turned me on to watch another guy fucking her, despite the fact I hadn't yet watched her with another girl. I thought of Sam, and smiled whilst getting a semi. 

A car pulled up, a Maybach 62 limousine and the rear passenger-side window wound down for a guy to pop his head out. He was old, but very good looking, and obviously rich, so I walked to the door wondering if he had a sexy young daughter he wanted me to shag. 

"Evening, sir, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"How much do you charge?"

As I didn't have a base rate for any particular activity (something I had to think about for my website), I had to wing it. "Depends what you're after."

"A cute young man," he replied, smiling. I smiled back and leaned in closer to him. "Come enjoy some champagne with me, I have a hot tub and..." He leaned back and beckoned me to look in. There sat a boy in his late teens. "And this is my son Tom, he'd like to have sex with you too."

"Is he in the hot tub too?"

"Absolutely. We don't touch each other, though," he said, which was so obviously a lie, but I wasn't going to pick him up on this. A Maybach was three hundred grand easy, so I soon came up with an answer.

"Both of you naked, full oral and anal sex with both, toss in both of you cumming on my face... let's say a hundred grand."

"How long for?" he asked.

"Three hours," I replied.

"Get in," he ordered. 

He had a rather large, thick penis that was interesting to suck, but not as interesting as his son's thinner but longer dick I choked on a few times because Tom liked it. Both of them came in my mouth and I swallowed before washing it down with champagne and both their saliva. 

After that first hour, I started lubing myself up, feeling the man -- called Oliver -- slide one finger then two inside my arse as both took it in turns sucking my dick. I actually came pretty quickly; Oliver was a natural cocksucker and Tom seemed pretty talented and then they started giving me tantric anal shags.

For the next hour and a half, I was knelt up or lying down on the fold out bed with a knob up my arse; which was quite enjoyable after a while. I actually managed to cum again without anyone touching my dick; Oliver was cool about the carpet stain. 

I moaned, groaned and was beginning to enjoy it so much, I was half a minute away from tossing in the rest of the night for free when Oliver turned me over, sat me up and spunked so hard over my face, it practically exfoliated me. Tom did the same, although I had to give him a bit of a suck to move him along, and I was given wipes and towels to clean myself off. 

With half an hour left, I shagged them both quickly, jacking them both off to boot and came on Tom's pubes as directed by his father. He was still cleaning himself off when Oliver dropped me off with a hundred grand freshly wired into my account. He asked if we could do a repeat performance some time, and I told him that if he tossed a bit more money into the equation, I'd consider an all-nighter at my house. He snogged me goodbye, and eyed up Hannah before leaving.

"Good one?" she asked.

"Fucking incredible," I panted back, meeting her two feet from the kerb and giving her a good snog. "Father and son, didn't touch each other, but both fucked me for like 90 minutes, I spunked all over the place without even touching myself."

"How much?"

"Hundred grand."

She giggled as I popped out a breast to admire; as much as I loved that sex, I still preferred women and just loved tits. "What are you going to do with all this money?" she asked.

"Buy stuff," I shrugged awkwardly. "A really fucking expensive motor I can use, not that old Ferrari I'm scared to even sit in."

"Mind if I look through Top Marques with you tomorrow?" she asked as I put her breast back in her hot bra and top. 

"Yeah, that'll be great. Are you staying, then?"

She nodded with a grin. "Don't see why not."

She couldn't right then, and neither could I, but that wasn't without saying that after earning £157,000 tonight, I was done filling my boots. I'd earned the equivalent of a brand new Aston Martin plus an options list tonight, and I was very tempted. I thought my next priority would actually be, once Magnet had been around next weekend to fit what I'd bought, to get a holiday. 

As it turned out, Hannah and I wouldn't get the chance to stay together, because a super stunning girl in an SLK Mercedes turned up and offered Hannah a night in at hers twenty minutes away. I never heard money mentioned, but I would have fucked her for free given the chance.

Ten minutes later, as I was beginning to get a bit bored, two things happened. Firstly, Hannah sent me a picture of the girl and her naked in the girl's bed eating each other's tongues, and then as I put my phone away, a convertible Audi pulled up with another kinda ugly chick in the driver's seat. Tonight wasn't going that well, although the first ugly chick did have a good body. Maybe, just maybe...

No, no such luck.

She was unkempt under those largely manly clothes, didn't wear a bra (and not in a good way; her breasts were way too saggy for someone in their late twenties), and her pussy was so hairy, I took about two minutes to get my tongue inbetween her pussy lips. If I had to take away some good things from my hour and a half with her, it would be she let me spunk on her face, and she gave me ten grand. 

Thankfully, no sooner had she dropped me back off, promising to come back sometime (oh, she enjoyed it, she came about eight times... no, I don't know how either), then another car pulled up with a young girl in the driver's seat.

She was eighteen, not really that bright, was driving her rich father's car without a licence and carried his plastic with her and without his knowledge. However, she was super cute, had fantastic little boobs and was willing to fork out fifty grand for a shag. I bargained with her.

"Really?" she asked once I'd told her that for fifty grand, I'd see out the rest of the night with her.

"Absolutely," I replied, leaning over and touching her pasty but very firm naked thighs. I lifted up her short skirt and saw the tiniest little thong. She was clearly shaven, and just more and more stunning, the more I saw of her. "Fifty grand, name what you want me to do to you."

"Take my virginity," she blurted out. 

"You're a virgin!" I queried rather loudly. She nodded. 

"Well, apart from a vibrator every night. But I have a hymen."

I'd earned £167,000 from four clients, none of whom had been perfect, not even the father-son combo, so I figured that was cool. This girl -- called Mickie -- was young, fit as fuck, a virgin, in possession of sex toys and obviously had parents so negligent, I could rinse her parents of their cash. So I made a decision. "I'll do you a deal, Mickie," I said. She nodded with a grin. "Let me drive us to my place, I'll take your virginity and it's all free."

She narrowed her eyes. "What do I have to do in return?" she asked. As I said earlier, not that bright. 

"Swallow my cum?" 

Despite being a virgin, she seemed really rather good at oral sex. Seeing as though this was all free, it felt like I'd just pulled her at a club and taken her back to mine for a good seeing-to. I stood naked at the foot of my bed sipping champagne as she knelt in her tiny bra and panties (maybe the bra was a little too small, her boobs were blatantly 34CC and her bra was predictably a 32C), sucking my knob like she probably sucked her vibrator every night. 

Mickie had shown a couple of other examples of how dumb she was, so I'd decided to skip any chatter, and just let her natural aptitude for sex show through. I thought she'd make a magnificent whore; problem being, I thought it out loud.

"Really?" she said, excitedly as I wiped my cock on her cheek after spunking down her throat. "Wow," she added, unclipping her bra and lying back, "my parents don't think I'm capable of anything." I knew they were at least half-right; she'd probably scraped through school with a GCSE in Home Economics (Cooking to our older readers) and was currently looking for a job as a cleaner (no offence to cleaners, I used to be one myself, but it's hardly taxing). "You really think I'd be good?"

I pushed her flat on her back so she was totally on my bed and removed her thong before mounting her. Thankfully, my still hard cock didn't hit her glisteningly wet pussy, instead hitting her inner left thigh. "Baby, you'd be amazing."

"My parents would hate it, they'd kick me out," she said, looking sad in the way an eight year-old gets sad when you don't buy them the latest Scalextrix. 

"Then just move out. Mickie, you've got the aptitude for this, charge extortionate fees and people will pay. Come on my website with me, we'll solicit together to start with, rake in a fortune, then you can at least get your own place." Note that I didn't ask her to move in here, and that was deliberate. She'd probably rock in the kitchen, but would use fabric softener as a washing-up liquid afterwards. Mind you, she had surprised me by knowing what a hymen was... speaking of her hymen...

I licked her to a very quick orgasm; it was obviously her first time with this type of oral and I intended to make tonight a series of first-times for her. If she hadn't been shagged in the pussy, then I doubted she'd been fucked in the arse. And besides, it was better she did all these things with me rather than a client. 

Nervously, understandably so, she laid back, legs open but head up as she watched me kneel between her legs, hoist her ankles behind my ears and slowly press my knob, complete with ribbed strawberry condom, into her pussy. Two minutes later, after some clit-flicking, tit-licking and some lube, I saw a little blood come out and she told me I was now inside her. I gently shagged her for half an hour until she screamed half the street down, sweated a big drip of sweat onto my sheets and cuddled me.



Gigolo Ch. 05



I went surfing for a couple of days. Miranda and I had a couple of quiet nights. I wondered whether my mother was getting any sex. I was sure there was nobody in her life at the moment. Sure she had dated a few guys but Miranda must have been picky because they didn’t last long.

The peace didn’t last long. Mrs. Croker rang and Mum took the call. “A lady for you, Allen,” giving me a quizzical look.

“No problem,” I said responding to a request to meet somebody at a shopping mall in an hour. “I’ll be there.” Hanging up, I saw the look on Miranda’s face. “What?”

“Exactly, what are you doing? Fess up,” she demanded.

“Seriously, I’m helping a company with market research, generally targeting mid to older women. It seems I’m a natural at getting them to open up.” I grinned wryly at that one. I raced upstairs and got into smart casual, hopped in the car and drove off, my last image was of Miranda standing at the door, her hand on her hip.

Sheila Croker was horny today. I was no sooner in her office than I was on my knees paying homage to her marvellous pussy. After gushing her juice into my mouth, it was my turn to be sucked off by her voracious mouth and talented tongue. 

“That is so yummy,” she said, licking her lips as I tucked my cock away. “No need for lunch today. Now to business.” 

She had me lined up for escort duties all week. The first night was another business function with a stick thin lesbian who wanted to pretend otherwise. The next was a young, shapely but largely unintelligent bimbo who wanted to give her boyfriend the shits and who sucked me off in the cab on the way home. I didn’t take up her offer of coffee. The next was a mid forties whale of a woman who was grateful for an escort to a mildly amusing dinner party and showed her gratitude with a cash bonus. Following her was a svelte model from Italy who I escorted to a fashion industry party full of nancy boys and lesbians. She was one too and I had to put up with her pawing and kissing while she made her girlfriend jealous. Eventually they made up then made off with each others hands in their respective knickers. I had to wait a week to be paid for that episode. Worse, I had to fend off two poofs intent on my anal virginity. My hand still hurt from the smack in the nose I gave one of them.

The final night was the best of the lot. Fiona Fields. A mega star in the eighties, the star had waned as she got older and bulkier. She had started to appear as the mother in el stupido teen movies. She had been married three times that I knew of and was in town to appear at a movie premiere. When I arrived at her hotel room, she was clearly disappointed. “You’re too young! What are you, 27, 28?” I didn’t want to let her know that I was much younger than that so I just nodded. She was holding a short glass of whiskey and was half pissed. She was going to be a challenge. 

I introduced myself and took an offered glass of the same stuff while she helped herself to another. She was in an all encompassing robe but her hair had been expertly done and her makeup was immaculate. Only very close inspection would reveal the tiny lines around her eyes. “I guess you will have to do. I’ll be talking to that Croker woman tomorrow about this. I’m not happy. Christ knows what the tabloids are going to say about this!” So saying, she flounced off to the bedroom and slammed the door. She emerged 20 minutes later in a too tight ankle length red outfit that displayed some cleavage,but mainly emphasised the fact that she no longer had the figure that captivated audiences in the 80’s. “Let’s go then,” she ordered and swept out the door clutching a matching purse.

We rode down town in a limousine and I said nothing as she had two more whiskeys. As we arrived, she sprayed something in her mouth and quite steadily dropped something in her eyes. She checked to make sure there was no lipstick on her teeth and then grimaced at me. “It gets harder each year. Let’s pretend we are very intimate, OK?”

“OK. We’ll give it a go.”

I escorted the fabulous FF up the red carpet dazzled by the bright lights of television cameras and the flashes of the paparazzi cameras. She leaned against me, waving and smiling, occasionally calling out to people she knew. The movie was barely tolerable and the party afterward made bearable by the number of semi stars who came up to be introduced as ‘the next big thing in movies, in fact, he has a part in my upcoming project’. She had more to drink and started leaning more and more heavily on my arm. “Time to go, Miss Fields,” I said sternly, and surprisingly without argument, she allowed me to steer her out and into the back of the limousine. She lolled back on the seat, and promptly fell asleep. When we arrived at her hotel, I woke her and helped her up to her room.

“Could you wait a moment? I need to go to the girl’s room.” I waited until I heard the sound of sobbing coming from her room. I went in and found her crying on top of the huge bed, her shoulders shaking. The zip on the back of the dress was down and revealed a red bra strap and the top of a matching pair of knickers.

“Miss Fields, can I help?”

“Could you hold me until I go to sleep. I am soooo lonely and there hasn’t been anybody to cuddle me in years. Please,” she sniffed. Her mascara had run and her makeup was ruined. 

“OK. Just let me clean you up a bit.” I went to the adjoining bathroom and retrieved a damp washcloth and came back. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders still heaving. The dress had slipped showing a lengthy cleavage now mottled and heaving as she took big gulps of air. I lifted her face and gently wiped away her ruined makeup. I stood her on shaky legs and pulled her dress down to puddle at her feet. She leaned on my shoulder as I reached down to pull it free and remove her shoes. She had a fine pair of beige stay up stockings. I sat her down again dressed only in her matching underwear and rolled the stockings off. 

She looked up at me with red rimmed teary eyes. “Please stay. I’ll do anything you want, but please be nice to me. I need tenderness, some TLC, please,” she implored. 

I surveyed her from top to toe. Her blonde hair was tousled and her still attractive face spoiled by tear tracks. Her down turned mouth was eminently kissable. Fiona’s shoulders and upper chest were mottled. Her fabulous breasts bulged out of the bra displaying a fine tracery of blue veins. Her tummy bulged a bit and her hips carried a few extra pounds. Her thighs showed the beginnings of cellulite but her knees had cute dimples and her calves were shapely. Normally the sight of a semi nude woman would have me barring up, but all I felt was pity. “Hop into bed and I’ll join you,” I said quietly.

Fiona pulled back the covers and scampered under. I walked to the chair and disrobed down to my briefs then slid in next to her. I slid an arm under her shoulders and pulled her close so that her head rested on my bare chest. I reached for the light and the room went dark except for the light from the bathroom. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here.” She went out like a light. After a short while, so did I.

I awoke in the early hours of the morning. Fiona and I were spooned with me at her back. My right arm was under her neck while my hand had mysteriously finished up inside her bra, gently gripping a big round breast. My left arm was over her thickish waist and my fingers were gripped by her soft upper thighs, my wrist against the bulge of her pussy mound. My morning erection was pressed against her voluminous arse. I had to piss. I gently disengaged myself and withdrew to the bathroom. When I returned, I contemplated quietly dressing and leaving. Then I remembered that she had said she would do anything for me. Hmmm! Perhaps a fuck from a famous film star was worth the effort of putting up with a volatile temper.

I raised the covers and was about to slip in behind her when I realised she was naked. She had lost the underwear while I was relieving myself. Smiling to myself, I dropped my underpants and slipped in behind her. I fetched up against her hot arse and slid one arm under neck and the other reached around her as I again took hold of her big slack breast.

“Mmmm,” she murmured drowsily. “Nice. Please cuddle me. Nobody has cuddled me in years.” I did. By now the hand that had gone under neck had taken hold of the other large breast and I just held both of them.  The thought of being naked in bed with the fabulous and famous fulsome Fiona Fields caused my cock to begin stiffening. Having my hands of the aforementioned tits didn’t hurt either. I began planting kisses on the side and back of her neck. She responded by slowly grinding her bottom against my rigid stiffstander. I responded by flicking both nipples until they grew large, then alternately tweaking and caressing them until she began to moan. Suddenly, she rolled over in my arms and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to dual with mine. Her hands moved up and down my back, then gripped my buttocks to pull me even closer to her. Her huge slack breasts were crushed against my chest and I could feel the hard nubbins of her nipples. As we stretched side by side kissing, my cock was wedged against her soft rounded belly anointing it with precum and my hands were full of her big soft arse.

Fiona stopped kissing me and pushed me over onto my back. “I need to fuck but I need you to lick me first.” I hadn’t said a word to this point and just nodded in agreement. There’s not much better things in life than licking pussy. She scooted up my body, her pendulous boobs swaying until she sat on my chest. Her cunt hair was blondish and shaved to a vee exposing the luscious lips of her vagina. It was just about the most perfect cunt I had ever seen. Beautifully proportioned, the outer lips were plump and the top was hooded with two folds of shiny flesh like a nearly opened flower. She pushed forward and I used my fingers to gently prise apart her outer lips to find purply engorged glistening inner lips. “Oh yummy, what a beauty,” I murmured and pushed out my tongue and slowly traced the left side up to the hooded clit and then the right side. I continued doing that, taking my time while her hands held my head. Her cunt stayed open, becoming more excited and exuding that wonderful musky aroma of arousal. More and more joy juice was trickling onto my tongue. I looked up. Her eyes were closed and due to her posture of holding onto my head, her elbows had pushed her breasts together creating a wonderful cleavage. They were white and covered with a tracery of blue veins. They had become mottled and the coloring extended up to her neck. Her large coral pink nipples bulged. They were easily half an inch in diameter and generously dappled with milk secreting holes. They attracted my fingers like a magnet and I latched on to them, tweaking and pulling until they grew redder and angrier. I sped up my licking, plunging my tongue into the depths of her oily cunt. Fiona took one hand and used her fingers to pull the clit hood up to expose her love button. I dove on it like a famished drunk, licking and sucking, pinching her giant nipples, until she came, exploding a thick white creamy fluid into my mouth. 

She moaned in ecstasy and pressed her cunt even closer to my swallowing mouth. “Oh, I neeeeeeded that,” she moaned. “I can’t think of the last time I had an orgasm like it. Or for that matter, when I last had an orgasm.” She reached down and took my rearing cock in her hand. I was still gently licking her clit. “Oh, what a beauty. I must have it up me.” Fiona slid off my mouth and scrabbled backward and pushed me onto my back, and, holding my stem upright, slowly impaled herself on me. She started gently posting up and down, her big tits swaying and rocking. I took hold of them and started thrusting my hips up to lodge deep within her smooth oily cunt feeling my knob hit the protuberance of her cervix. She stopped, groaned and came. Her cunt became liquid mush as her orgasmic secretions bathed my prick. She fell forward and kissed me gently, lovingly. “Soooo good,” she murmured. 

I continued sliding my cock deep into her, happy to be still erect; knowing I was still some way off cumming, knowing there would be more fucking. I nudged her over onto her knees and kneeling behind her gorgeous arse, slid into her to the hilt. Reaching under, I gathered her big tits and started to ride her with an increasingly fast dog-like action. She moaned again as I changed the angle of my cock to tease her G-spot then back to deep, deep, in her spasming cunt.

As I was getting into the short strokes feeling my loaded balls about to deliver, she quickly pulled off me and scooting around, pulled my slimy cock into her mouth, sucking strongly. I delivered, spurt after spurt of molten sperm to the back of her throat. She swallowed but not before some seeped out of the corners of her mouth. She licked that all up and commenced to clean my entire cock and balls with her lively tongue. When she finished, she looked up at me. “What is your name, lover?”

“Allen, Allen Small.”

“Well Allen, this isn’t small. In fact it’s getting bigger!”

“Wrap those gorgeous tits around it and it will be ready to play in no time.” She complied and it was really erotic being titfucked by a pair that I had been ogling for years.

Fiona paused and took the glans into her mouth swirling and laving. I was ready. “This time, I want you to come up my arse,” she said looking up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

“OK. You’re the boss.”



Gigolo Ch. 05



"Can I thank you? Because a girlfriend told me that wasn't the thing to say," she said. I just giggled, snogged her and fell off of her. 

"You're welcome," I chuckled some more, standing off of the bed. "Night's still young, champagne and a Jacuzzi?" I asked, well aware I'd see her again if I gave her the Presidential Suite in Central to solicit from whilst she earned enough money to buy her own place, which, if she was half as hot as I thought she was, would take less than a week. 

"Nah," she replied, to my surprise. "Where's this website of yours?" she then asked to my delight.

After a little look at it, and a little plan, I broke her anal virginity, we shagged once more, had a 69er, then slept until about nine in the morning. I brought her breakfast in bed as a treat for sucking me off at six in the morning, swallowing, and then just going back to sleep, and then we got going.

The plan was to change the name of the website from cockfostersgigolo.co.uk to cockfosterscocklovers.co.uk, and then bring in not just Mickie, but many others, including Matt and Hannah.

Those two came around for Sunday lunch at the nearby pub, but did so at around eleven so Matt could set up his digital camcorder and film Hannah and the rest of us in action for teaser videos wannabe clients could watch before deciding who they would hire. 

Mickie showed she was 'up for anything' as the introduction on her web page stated, by licking Hannah just before we went out. Matt and I didn't have full sex once more, although I could tell Matt was frustrated. He just stuck his cock in Hannah's mouth whilst I banged Mickie in her cunt. 

After lunch, which Hannah paid for in its entirety, I paid thirty grand by wire for a secure payment system clients could use to pay by before, during or after we gave our services. I then paid five grand for a company to independently maintain it from a centre in Bristol. 

Matt filmed me in a video masturbating for about a minute before I returned the favour. Hannah then left Mickie to ride him whilst I helped give the young slut her first taste of DP by shagging her up her arse. Matt and I cuddled her between us, groping her tits and snogging each other.

"Is she clean?" he asked as she, naked, prepared a Jacuzzi for us. Hannah was over hers preparing clothes for herself and Mickie, and would be back any minute to start sharing make-up tips and getting ready with her. I almost felt like asking Hannah to take her out with her, but I wanted Mickie with me tonight. And by the results on the website so far, some agreed. 

I replied to him, us lying naked on the bed cuddled up with each other although we still weren't shagging. "Probably, although I will have her tested in no time just to make sure." I heard Hannah come in, and soon she was in underwear carrying a small rucksack entering the bedroom. She tossed the bag to one side, and stripped topless. "Hey Han, got five bookings for you."

"Sweet, let me see." She shamelessly got inbetween me and Matt just as I felt like getting off with him again and maybe letting it progress to some full on gay sex. "You two go and join Mickie, have some fun." She winked at both of us in turn and touched our knobs. "You know what I mean."

Mickie got even more fun in the Jacuzzi than she planned for in another threesome with Matt and I. Matt bent her over and started banging her in her tremendous arse whilst I lubed him up, put another rubber on and slipped into him. I tickled and grabbed his balls whilst kissing his neck, licking his tongue and helping him grab Mickie's bouncing boobs. He added to that by slipping two fingers into her cunt to try and make her cum as quick as he was. 

Hannah came in, telling us she'd accepted all five bookings, all from at least semi-attractive female clients, dropped her thong and made me and Matt withdraw from him and Mickie. 

She sat Mickie up on the edge of the Jacuzzi, opened her legs and began touching her boobs and getting off with her. On Hannah's direction, Matt and I then gave each other a handjob to spunk on Mickie's pussy, stomach and tits. Hannah then returned the earlier favour by licking her out as Matt returned my favour to him by banging my arse off with what was actually a pretty violent, but incredible shag. 

The bookings came in thick and fast, Matt coming off the worse despite having two guys and two girls ask for his time. Hannah had one more booking as we already knew, and as Mickie and I were going together tonight, we'd arranged eight bookings with equal amounts of money each. We accepted seven, deferred one and giggled as a guy asked for Mickie to himself for a whole week for £10million. 

It was an incredible figure, and one Mickie couldn't turn down, especially as I couldn't dissuade her. She'd go with him everywhere he went during the day, like a young trophy wife, and have loads of unprotected sex during the night. I booked her in for a doctor's appointment to get her tested and put her on the pill, whilst deferring one booking until next week.

Our first client was a woman; quite cute and in her thirties, dressed in a pair of jeans ripped on one buttock that exposed cute pink panties and a bit of ass cheek. A single mother-of-three, she was bored and looking for excitement whilst her babysitter -- an ugly bespectacled girl Mickie's age -- looked after them. 

Mickie licked her whilst I shagged the small-breasted but fantastic assed slapper (her three kids were by three separate fathers; her ex-husband, her ex-husband's father, and her babysitter's older brother (or her father, she couldn't work out which because she'd shagged both on the same night she conceived)) up her arse, and we got twenty grand each, cash.

Our next five clients were largely unspectacular, other than a woman who did want unprotected vaginal sex from me and for Mickie to sit on her face, for a hundred grand each. She was quite pretty, but wouldn't take her top and bra off. The word cancer came up once, and I knew that a mastectomy had taken some of her dignity and all of her sex life away. Once she'd taken her hands off Mickie's boobs, she wired us the money. And once she'd done that, Mickie and I had racked up a two hundred and twenty grand cash, each, and one hundred and fifty thousand pound wire transfer funds.

Client number seven arrived at three in the morning just wanting a quickie with the pair of us. Client number seven was also a rich young couple I used to know when they were poor; my old housemate Emma and her boyfriend Martin... desperately wanting, and in need of, some partner-swapping action.

Fifty grand each got them a warm-up in my house, on my bed... Emma and Martin romping nude together whilst Mickie and I had a good hard shag. Then, Emma -- not recognising me because I'd changed so much -- sucked my dick for a short period and then just rode me for ten minutes; Martin shagging Mickie doggy style in such a fashion, position and direction that I could snog the little slut and Martin could snog his girlfriend.

We all fell asleep, then woke up at ten o'clock to receive another ten grand each so Martin could get a blowjob from Mickie in the shower, and Emma and I could get some privacy -- her still oblivious to my identity -- so I could lick her and then shag her for no extra fee. I gave Emma my card, told her next time would be free, and then they left. 

"That was so good," Mickie giggled as she remained in the shower washing Martin's cum off of her and I went to join her. 

"You enjoyed it all?" I asked, entering with a hard-on in a rubber; I stood behind her, opened her legs, slipped her my length and began slowly moving as I groped her tits and kissed her neck.

"Definitely. Think I can buy a house?" she asked.

"With four hundred and thirty grand, definitely," I replied, moving a bit quicker now. She began moaning in pleasure. "But I'd wait a bit longer. I'm off tonight, so go out with Hannah, earn loads more, then we'll see what tomorrow brings."

"I wish I'd had that girl, she was gorgeous," she giggled.

"Yes, she was. An old housemate of mine; wish I'd fucked her a long time ago. I offered her a repeat one-on-one performance for free."

"Wish I could do the same for her boyfriend," she replied.

I chuckled; I remember Emma having very loud orgasms whilst with her ex; nothing like that had happened with Martin. They clearly loved each other, it was just he was actually quite small, and although Mickie did actually cum, it took a bit of fantasising and touching herself up to do it. "No night is ever perfect," I thought, thinking back to the hen night girls, then thinking of Sam and those lovely breasts I was dreaming she'd show to me tonight.

Hannah accompanied Mickie to the doctors' surgery to get her checked over, and for her to get the all clear. The GP was a very handsome Asian chap Hannah was so fond of, he only had to turn up to get half hour shags for free. According to him, sex with his wife by an arranged marriage 14 years ago was dearer.

As he knew the score, he got Mickie on the pill, gave her advice and leaflets, and had a five minute quickie with both over his desk.

As she was in the clear, she could accept certain offers; one virile looking man asked for unprotected sex with both; attaching proof of his health with the e-mailed booking order form. But, even though she did accept, I could tell something was bugging her as we lay in my bed; Hannah, Mickie and I.

"I want you to be my first," Mickie said. "You know, the first one to do me without a condom." 

I grinned; thinking of how not even Hannah and me had gone bareback yet, and yet here I was about to do it with little ol' Mickie. "Baby, I would be honoured to spunk my hot cum inside your cunt," I replied and mounted her.

Hannah lay beside us, as we slowly made love that culminated in one climax for me, and three for Mickie, fingering herself. The sex was awesome; Mickie's still tight and practically virgin pussy felt tremendous against my big dick, and I spunked inside her. Thankfully, she was on the pill, else I was sure our synchronized climaxes would have resulted in pregnancy. 

I left her and Hannah to have a 69er and plan more bookings for tonight, as I checked mine and deferred all but one. Sam was due around the flat at eight, and Emma had already been on my website and asked for an hour with me in private.

Not seeing the point in waiting until dark, I kicked Hannah and Mickie out at four, welcomed Emma into my house and banged the absolute fucking stunning tits off of her naked, E-cupped and neat-arsed beauty, first through vaginal, then through anal.

Feeling more like two legitimate lovers having an evening in bed (hopefully a sneak preview of tonight with Sam), we continued on until seven; finishing up with Emma's soft lips around my knob as I climaxed down her throat after half an hour of incredible oral sex. She swallowed, asked for another repeat performance -- which I granted -- and then left after a two-minute quickie shag in the hallway in which she removed her thong and left it on my hallway carpet. 

I saw her to her car, snogged her and asked to meet her on a more regular basis. If Claire was cool, and so was Sam, then to make Emma my third lover outside of the streets would be ideal. And Emma was so fit and so fucking good in bed, I actually almost didn't mind sacrificing Sam. 

An hour later, I lay in bed with another hottie, though, and it was Sam. She'd asked me honestly if there were any other women in my life, and I answered honestly with an vague yes.

Now she was topless again as we snogged and I once more touched her lovely boobs. She was moaning, getting more into it and although we'd started off with a chat, as soon as I had her on her back with her gorgeous breasts naked to me, she was butter in wherever I put my hands. 

Up her skirt went one, stroking the crotch of her clearly lacy panties. I put the other one under her, moving my tongue from her mouth to her tits and began licking her nipples as I fiddled around her fantastic arse and managed to pull her skirt down to reveal red lacy panties my top hand immediately went inside.

She groaned more, telling me she wanted more, and much, much more as I touched her naked pussy for the first time and my bottom hand began toying with the idea of removing the pants altogether.

Suddenly, though, I was on my back as she mounted me, pants crooked as a pussy lip poked out and began snogging me whilst tugging at my jeans. Soon, she knelt up between my legs, undid my jeans and pulled them down with my tight boxers to reveal a hard cock she sighed at. She then put her head towards it.

Fuck me, forget Hannah, forget Mickie, Emma, Claire... all the other male and female clients... Sam gave me the most incredible blowjob; sucking, licking, spitting, jacking me off inbetween mouthfuls, and then once I spunked down her throat, just swallowed, grinned, giggled and mounted me.

With a long snog, she gave me time to put my hands down the back of her pants and fondle her fantastic arse for the first time properly, only to, five minutes later, get off me, stand up on the bed between my legs and tantalisingly tease her thong-like knickers down to her ankles, where they remained as I made her crouch, and moved myself down the bed to suck on her cunt for about half an hour. She moaned to two orgasms, then just after the second, I moved back to my original position and handed her a condom to put on me.

She crouched back down, sliding her fine wet pussy around my knob and gently riding me for the first hour, until we just fucked each other's brains out for the rest of the night. In the end, little conversation passed, but we had loads of climaxes and orgasms each, exchanged oral more than once, and even had anal, which with her arse, was truly spectacular. 

In fact, I was surprised at what I saw the next morning, when I woke up. It was Sam, in everything bar her skirt, dressing as I still tried to sleep. In fact, it wasn't even that light outside.

"Are you okay baby?" I asked, reaching out to grab a handful of her arse. She let me, which didn't allude to what was coming.

"Yeah. Erm... look, I think with more than me out there, this maybe shouldn't happen again."

I almost leapt out of bed, sitting on the edge with the quilt exposing my modesty. "Babe, what's brought this on? Last night was amazing, wasn't it?" I asked. No, it really was amazing, Sam was an absolute legend in bed, but with her looks and physique, it wouldn't surprise me if she'd had plenty of male partners to practice on from sixteen to what she was now... twenty.

"Yeah, of course it was. It's just... I'm looking for a relationship, you're not." I looked down. "Look, we can see each other again maybe, some point in the future perhaps. I might bump into you at a club; ask to see that dick of yours, but... I'm sorry Grant. This isn't what I need. I hope you understand."

I asked her if there was anything I could say to make her change her mind, but there wasn't. It was made up, and soon her skirt was on and she had left. I was actually really fucking gutted; it was a proper heartbreak, but as I assessed other options, I realised all was not lost. 

And so I put on my boxers, crept down the corridor, knocked on Claire's door, and woke her up by bending her over the desk and fucking her tits off.

"Ah well, her loss," Claire observed after I'd told her all about it and made her cum. She turned around, pulled her trackie bottoms up over no underwear, and remained topless. I held her by those lovely tits of hers. "She'll probably be back before long, though."

"I hope so. No offence."

"None taken, although... just to be sure," she continued, holding me around the shoulders, "better show me that you want me to stick around too."

I grinned, and just yanked her trackie bottoms back down before groping her arse so hard, I left handprints. Then, I sucked on a boob. "Thought more about solicitation?" I asked.

"Yeah," she groaned as I slid a finger between her butt cheeks and fondled around for her asshole. "A little, but not much. I've spent a little of the cash on course materials, and stashed the rest in a high interest bank account. I really enjoyed that guy, but..." she paused to move back to the bed and lie down, "... I thought it might have been a peak. Plus," she added as I took her bottoms off from her ankles, mounted her and continued licking her tits, "I don't do girls at all, not under any circumstances." I somewhat doubted that, but I wasn't going to challenge her. 

"You don't have to," I explained and dismounted her, although I did remain next to her, stroking her boobs. "Come on my website, do some photos and a video with me and-or Matt, then you can pick and choose bookings. Baby, you can have a choice. I just have everyone because I like money. You pulled in five grand with a simple doggy style fuck; you can get yourself through uni in a week despite picking and choosing clients."

"You reckon so?" she asked, almost hopefully. I was surprised how so many girls were flattered at being told they could be the best damn whore going. I put Mickie's glee down to the fact she was, regardless of her beauty, body and fun nature, a moron. Maybe Claire didn't get that many compliments. 

"Absolutely. I wouldn't condone being a hooker altogether, you're too good for that," I explained, forgetting that maybe Hannah was too. "But you've got the big tits and tight pussy men want. Plus you're black, which always helps."

"Make some calls," she suddenly replied.

Three hours later, we were at my new house and after I'd given her the guided tour, I introduced her to what was becoming 'the gang'; Mickie, Hannah and Matt. Mickie tried copping off with her, but was knocked back more than once and got the hint the sixth time. Hannah knew better, but just complimented her on 'the rack' (i.e. her titties), and entertained Mickie in a highly entertaining and sexually arousing fashion. 

Matt went down very well, and not just in the introduction stakes. I filmed her stripping naked and then getting licked by Matt to an actual real climax. A spectacular scene I joined in on by shagging Matt to Claire's shock and stimulation, and one that would only increase Claire's chances of getting lucky tonight. And as if that wasn't enough, we also filmed Matt and me fucking her mouth and cunt.

Hannah and Matt took her into Central clothes shopping, making her miss her two Tuesday lectures, and I just shagged Mickie senseless whilst waiting for bookings to come in.

Unsurprisingly, Mickie was once again popular, after raking in half a million pounds yesterday for her exploits with Hannah, three guys and an old lesbian couple who just wanted to watch. Apparently, they'd taken three guys back to the Presidential Suite, had multiple orgasms, and Mickie let the hottest one go bareback before, this morning, they had loving girl-on-girl sex alone and promised to have some nights alone soon like Hannah used to have with me.

Mickie accepted client bookings worth another six hundred thousand that would only take her to three o'clock. I offered to meet her back here afterwards, and accepted all five potential bookings from a really old man whose gay lover died five months ago to a fit-as-fuck foreign chick from Kenya with money and absolutely no company.

Claire returned after being shouted ten grand's worth of tiny clothes and lingerie by Hannah, and accepted only one of her eight potential bookings; a fit guy who'd put on a picture of him, his buff abs, and large penis. He was to arrive at half six, so we all got ready and left.



Gigolo Ch. 06



My apologies for the time taken to get this episode out - out of town on business. Enjoy.

Gigolo(6)

The fabulous Fiona Fields, fading movie star kept me with her for three days at $5000 a day. Mostly in bed. I took her to the airport and she lovingly kissed me goodbye. I went home to mum and died in the rack, completely fucked out. Miranda let me sleep for about 18 hours before waking me with a cup of coffee.

“This job of yours is taking it out of you, Allen. I hope it’s not too much.”

“No Miranda. Just that some of the sessions are a bit tiring.” She thought my job was market research.

She frowned at me. “Please take care then. Oh, and there’s a message for you from Mrs. Croker. She wants to see you at 2pm.” 

I duly obliged and duly fucked her and her daughter, Crystal, finishing off between the latter’s large firm tits and giving her a pearl necklace. She laughed. “Jeez, Allen. I’d have thought mum would have wrung that out of you, but you had plenty for me. Mum asked me to tell you that you have been booked by Betty from the Misty Valley Flower Shop for tonight. She asked if you could be there about sixish when she closes up.”

I wondered whether it had something to do with Dorothy, Betty’s daughter whom I had made into a cinderella and then shagged. Or was it Betty? I remembered the attractive grey haired lady in her sixties and the thought that having somebody that old would be interesting.

Betty was just closing the shop when I arrived. “Come in, come in, young man. Let’s go upstairs for a drinky.” Her beaming smile shone like a beacon. She really was an attractive old bird. As we moved up the stairs to the living quarters, I followed her still shapely figure watching her broad behind swaying just feet in front of me. The dress she had on was knee length and I had a good look at the dimpled backs of her knees. She produced a couple of glasses of chilled white wine, and after giving me mine, she clinked her glass against it. “To you, Allen. You did wonders with Dorothy. I swear she hasn’t spent a night at home since. She is making up for lost time and I doubt she’s been to bed with the same man twice, lucky girl.” Betty giggled again and took a large swallow of wine and sat down on the divan, patting the seat beside her. “Tell me what you have been up to lately. And I want all the dirty details. Leave nothing out.” She reached out, picked up the wine bottle and filled our glasses.

So I told her, amused by the flush appearing on her lower neck. The dress was buttoned to the neck but her large round breasts heaved noticeably as I recounted each of my little adventures. “Oh my, Fiona Fields!” she squealed. “The lucky bitch! Three days she had you.” She sighed and looked pensive. “If only.”

“Betty, why am I here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Allen, I should have told you earlier. You’re here for my younger sister. She’s only a year younger but she needs as much of a lift that Dorothy got, although you don’t have to go to the mall with her. Jane went through a messy divorce over 20 years ago and I seriously doubt that she has had a man since. You don’t have to take her to bed, but if you get to that stage, she is staying in the spare bedroom.” Her eyes twinkled merrily. “Like me, she’s probably forgotten how anyway. I’ve forgotten what a man induced orgasm was like, it’s been so long. I’ve booked you into that nice restaurant over the road, so enjoy.”

Before I could respond, the door bell rang and I stood as Betty ushered Jane in. She was a big, big woman who towered over her sister by at least a head. Her face was tanned but smooth and she had solemn brown eyes. She wore a coat that effectively disguised her body but it was still clear that she possessed a pair of monumental breasts. Her waist had long disappeared and she had sturdy but shapely legs that were also tanned. Betty introduced us and over a couple wines, I found out that Jane was the owner of a riding school outside town. 

We were ushered out and crossed the road to the restaurant which was indeed very nice. Over a couple of bottles of wine, Jane loosened up as I plied her with understated charm, and more wine than me. She had slipped her coat off on entry and was wearing what could only be described as a tent. Her hair was cut as a helmet and while mainly dark, showed some grey streaks. As she leant forward to listen to what I was saying, her huge breasts rested on the table top. I couldn’t help it. My eyes flickered downward then back up in time to catch a brief smile, the first of the evening. The topic of conversation changed. It had been horses - now it was.....

“Do you like large breasts, Allen?” Does an alcoholic like gin? “My bastard husband found them awful after the birth of my second daughter. He made me cover them up whenever he made love to me. And that became very infrequent, until he stopped altogether. Eventually, as soon as the kids left home, he took off with a flat chested harlot and divorced me five years later. Not only that, he left me with enormous debt that I have only just overcome. Christ he was a right cunt!” She saw my slightly raised eyebrows. “My language has always been a bit salty and that disturbs my darling sister. Betty has stuck by me through and through, and I love her dearly. But when you are around horses, the only language they understand is basic to say the least. Dumbest animals on the planet......next to men that is.” She almost grinned at that one as I gave her a pained look. “Allen, you may be the exception. I haven’t enjoyed myself like this in many, many years. I like you. You don’t press, you don’t try to take over and you’ve got more out of me than I care to admit. Yes, very enjoyable.” She raised her glass and looked at me expectantly. “What now?” she asked.

“I believe Betty left a nightcap out for us,” I said, not knowing whether it was true or not. As we strolled arm in arm over the road, Jane leant against me, one big firm breast pressed into my ribcage. The lights were on in the living room but there was no nightcap to be seen. “Maybe it’s in your room,” I suggested innocently.

“Maybe it is. Why don’t we have a look.”

The room was lit by a table lamp but there was no drinkies. She looked at me and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her thoroughly. She returned the kiss as I worked her coat off her shoulders and threw it behind her. Immediately my hand went to one of her majestic breasts and discovered that although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the outline of a very large nipple. I groaned into her mouth, surrendered her breast and reached behind her large torso to run the zip of the dress down. I reached in and cradled the large orbs of her bum and gripped and caressed them. Until then Jane had her arms around my neck. Now she reached between us, undid the belt, flipped the button and slid my zip down. My cock was hard as a rock. She pulled my underpants down and gasped into my mouth as her hand clutched my erect dick. She pulled back and looked down.

“I’ve seen bigger, but only on horses. What a fucking beauty! Certainly beats the wee willie my old man had, and that is the only one I’ve seen. Big, thick and meaty - and what a pair of balls! My god, I’ve got to have that. Get naked, lad.”

I quickly stripped and watched goggle eyed as she slid her dress off to puddle at her feet revealing monster tits encased in a double hammock of a bra. She had a deep tan down to her neck then on her forearms and to her knees; the rest of her was milky white. I stood there in front of her, my prick waving and throbbing as she pulled the shoulder straps off, slid them down her arms, then pushed the cups down and off her breasts. They exploded and hung low to the middle of her rounded stomach. The sight of her huge milk veined breasts rolling and swaying almost undid me. The nipples were dark brown on massive areolae the size of a saucer. The nipples were broad with a small hole in the centre. She pulled the bra around and undid the catch and let it drop. She licked her lips as she gazed at my pre-cum leaking erection and began to push her panties down over her large hips. As she leant forward to push them down over knees, her magnificent breasts swung forward, elongating. I nearly dropped my load at the sight. She stayed in that position and inched forward until she could lick my shaft like a lollipop. Taking the glans in her hot mouth, Jane gave the piss hole a lick and then sucked. My knees buckled. 

I pulled her upright and kissed her feeling her big tits against my stomach. “You are a horny wench, Jane. Get on the bed, I want to lick some pussy.”

“Oooh I do like a masterful man.” She turned and fell back on the bed, those mammoth breasts of hers rolling all over her chest. She pushed her elbows under them so they lay on top, her nipples pointing at her very furry muff. 

I dropped to my knees and pushed her strong meaty thighs apart. Just visible and surrounded by a mass of curls was the outer lips of a longish cunt. I divided the hair already dewed with moisture with my fingers revealing a glistening pair of thin lips. I ran the point of my tongue up the groove and it opened like a flower. I did it again and an inner pair of very pink lips suddenly filled with hot blood and protruded out past her outer lips. I licked and licked then licked the top of her slit. She did not have a large clit, more like a small pea. As I sucked on it, I reached up, found her fat nipples and pinched them, hard. Jane whimpered and bucked her pudenda against my face nearly pushing me back.

“Jesus H Christ, I’m cummmming you cunt licker. Cumming, cumming, cumming. Ooh, that is so amazing.”

I slipped two fingers into a surprisingly small opening then felt for the Gspot while recommencing my licking and sucking. She came again and again she almost crushed me with her big thighs. I could feel her pussy walls clutching at my fingers as I diddled the upper side of her cunt. “Ooooooh, you bastard, I’m still cumming, keep going, I’m cuuuuuuummmmiing!! Oh sweet Jesus.”

I licked, sucked and poked some more until Jane’s arms and legs just flopped sideways onto the bed. Her smouldering eyes met mind above the curl covered mound as I gave her clitoris one last lingering suck.

“Cock me Allen, please, cock me. I’m fucked and I’m about to faint with pleasure.”

I slid up her voluptuous body and my champion slid into her portals like a homing missile. Tight, tight, creamy sheath until my pubes joined hers. I could have come right then but I held on by concentrating on algebraic formulae. The moment passed and I started the age old fucking movements - in, out, in and twist, in, out, change angle. Her mammoth tits were rolling about as her eyes rolled up in her head. I grabbed them pinching her flattened teats until the little holes in each disappeared as they rose to half inch prominence. I pounced and sucked each in turn, giving them bites and hearing her moan, “I’m cummmming, oh I’m cumming again, and again!” I felt the tension fall out of Jane as she fainted dead away. 

I was still sliding in and out of her fantastic juicy pussy but it was a bit like necrophilia, if you like that sort of thing. My desire to shoot my load abruptly left me. Just then, I felt a hand on my bum. I looked around and saw Betty dressed in a filmy nightdress.

“Jane does that, you know, although not very often over the years. You must be good.” She continued fondling my arse cheeks as she continued. “It must be forty years since I saw her cum like that. I don’t suppose you’d like to hump an old tart like me, would you?”

Would I? I pulled my semi hard cock out of Jane, amused at the flow of female juices that followed it to spill down between the cheeks of her arse and onto the bed. A mixture of clear viscous fluid and white cream. I stood and pulled Betty into my arms and kissed her gently but passionately on her still firm lips. My cock re-erected against the feel of her rounded tummy through the filmy nightdress as my hands wandered down over her surprisingly tiny waist to the flaring curves of her bum. Yum, yum, grandmum’s bum! Her breasts were big and soft and pressed against me. I reached down and jerked the nightdress up over her head. Her huge soft, creamy breasts rose up with the gown and then dropped when freed, rolling and swaying. I wished I’d have seen them even twenty years ago. They were prizes. I hefted one up and suckled on a big raspberry shaped nipple, gloriously red and covered with rough milk producing bumps. Betty gasped and clutched the back of my head. I swapped to the other and did the same. All the time, my beast was beating a tattoo on her mounded stomach and dripping slimy moisture.

“Please Allen, I can’t wait. Lie back and let me do the work.” She pushed me back next to the comatose Jane and eagerly clambered up my legs, her pendulous tits with their charming age and weight wrinkles swinging like bell clappers, brushing my body with every inch of her progress. She pulled my slimy rigid prick upright and with surprising agility for somebody her age, pried her bulging cunt lips apart and sunk half my cock into her hot moist depths. “Gaaawwdd, it’s been ages! I hope I can get this monster in.” I grabbed for her swinging tits as she rose up and pushed down and got a couple more inches in. Up she went almost to the helmet before squirming back down. God she was tight! Finally, I bottomed out and felt her pussy walls clench spasmodically, then unbelievably relax as fluid spewed out of them to bathe my cock with hot juices. She yipped like a dog throwing her head back. For an old girl in her sixties, she was amazing. 

She suddenly slumped down on me, and I thought that maybe she had fainted like her sister and I was going to be left with blue balls. However, she pushed herself up, her beautiful blue eyes beatific. “Thank you, Allen. I can’t remember the last time I had a prick like that up my cunt. It was wonderful. I can’t believe I still have juices. I thought I had dried up long ago. Can we fuck now?” She started humping up and down again and I dragged one of her big crinkly nipples into my mouth and started pinching, tweaking and caressing the other. Faster and faster she went, panting and mewling little cries, the bed bouncing as she rode my eager cock. Next to us, Jane’s voluptuous body rolled and swayed as Betty rode on.

All too soon, I felt the cum boiling in my nutsack but held back as Betty reached a crescendo with her cries. “Oh, oh , oh, oooooh, keerist, oooh, bloody hell, yes, yes, yeeeesssss!” And then, as I unloaded my boiling spunk against the deepest part of her cunt, “ Oooooh, I felt that, I’m cumming again. It’s still doing it. Oh sweet boy, what a load. I’ve never felt that before!” She fell forward onto my chest again, frantically kissing me all over my face. Her old cunt continued to spasm and clench and milk me dry.

Eventually, she slid off me on the other side from Jane and cuddled up to me flinging a warm thigh across my loins. Next to us, Jane stirred and her eyes blinked open. They swivelled and took in the sight of her older sister and I cuddling. 

“You bitch, Betty! You said he was all mine for the night.” She rolled over toward me and I put my arm around her shoulders and my hand filled with her huge breast. My other hand was similarly occupied with her sister’s big soft tit. 

“You fucked him, didn’t you, you old tart.” She said it with a smile and reached down to grab my semi erect dick. 

Betty did the same. “Dorothy did say he could go all night. Help me get him up and then you can ride his marvellous cock. I’ll ride his mouth. Dorothy tells me he really is a talented clitty licker, darling.” 

So help me, I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. Two randy big titted tarts preparing to slut me until I shot dust.

I love my job.



Gigolo Ch. 06



It was back to old school solicitation for me; just standing on the side of the road looking hot and looking to pick up some cash, at least until my first booking arrived. Hannah, Mickie and Matt went off with a client at least each, and then Claire's bloke turned up, got out of the car, checked her out and asked if they could just do it right here. 

"Afraid not," she replied coyly. "Gotta be somewhere more private..."

"Why?" I asked from a slight distance. "Go ahead, fuck her on the bonnet, it'll be hot."

In less than a minute, Claire was starting to earn her ten grand by sitting on the bonnet, hoisting her skirt up and pulling her thong down so the guy could expose himself, put a rubber on and begin to screw her. Other cars drove past as Claire exposed her breasts and came to one of three orgasms she would have during their two-hour romp on the bonnet of his BMW; one more hour than the guy had agreed to pay for, but Claire liked it so much, she made it buy-one-hour-get-another-free. Then that turned into buy-one-hour-get-the-whole-night-and-as-many-blowjobs-as-you-can-shake-my-titties at for free.

In the end, it became a roadside porno that clients wanted to stay and watch whilst they got their money's worth; including the old man that was my third client and gave me fifty grand like the first two female clients for me to suck his shrivelled but still quite attractive dick in tandem with Claire sucking the guy and a fat chick sucking Matt off; something he seemed to be enjoying a surprising amount.

But by early the next morning, around two o'clock, my last male booking of the night left after fucking me senseless, cumming on my pubes and giving me sixty-five thousand, and Claire and the guy had gone, apparently to an alleyway where they could have some voluntarily privacy.

"She enjoys it really," observed Hannah, standing next to me and behind Mickie; arms wrapped around her. 

"I know," I grinned in reply, touching Hannah's ass. A Lamborghini, clearly a Gallardo, then pulled up and Mickie's eyes lit up. But I knew this one wasn't for her. "Here's my final pussy, see you girls tomorrow." I snogged them both and just got straight in the car to find myself sat next to a stunning, short-haired Kenyan girl called Elizabeth. "Hey there."

"Hello," she replied very shyly, moving her head slightly away as I went to kiss her. I still managed to, though; a soft one on the cheek. "I don't speak much English, so... give me what you want for that money." She gestured over her shoulder to a small area behind the two seats; three suitcases. I grabbed one, opened it and found a hundred thousand pounds in fifties. "What will that get me in sex?"

"A lot," I replied.

I directed her to my house, knowing it was late and I really couldn't have as much time with her as I wanted because the usual hours ran out at seven... or did they?

Fuck it, I thought; it was three hundred grand, a hot and probably virgin late-twenties African pussy and free sexual creative licence. Oh, and minimal English to avoid the problem of conversations that had been an issue with one female client tonight who bought me for an hour, and spent fifty minutes of that 'getting to know me'. Thank fuck I could shag her brains off for the last ten, else that would have been the most boring fifty grand I'd ever made.

I got Elizabeth in the door, and she was clearly very tense. I took her to the bedroom, undressed to my boxers and told her to pour some champagne whilst I went to run the Jacuzzi.

Five minutes later, as she hadn't joined me and I saw none of her clothes on the floor, I thought this was getting hopeless and I'd have to send her home with all her cash bar five grand for 'my time'. 

However, she was a very shy girl, and plucked up the courage to suddenly appear in the sexiest lingerie I'd seen on a client since Vera. And the Jacuzzi went totally to waste as she laid me on the bed, gave me a striptease, and then shagged me until I couldn't take it anymore, spunked all over her wonderful C cup boobs, and watched her grab them to lick some of it off.

Both of us wanted to continue, as Elizabeth showed by re-mounting me immediately, but both of us were knackered, as she also showed me by yawning as she moved in for a snog.

"I'm sorry," she apologised, going to dismount.

I grabbed her, and hauled her back into the bed. "It's cool, you can stay; and then we can just pick up in the morning, yeah."

"How for long?" she asked with bad grammar and even worse pronunciation.

I giggled and lightly spanked her ass. "As long as I want, you're really fucking sexy for one thing. Come on, try and get some sleep... then we'll continue."

Elizabeth didn't seem to understand, so I cuddled her, snogged her and then went to fall asleep. When I woke up briefly at eight, she was still naked in my arms, and sleeping soundly. I woke her up at ten to lick her pussy, bang her tits off, then to feel her suck my dick.

During a difficult and ten-minute long conversation, I managed to find out why she hadn't slept with a man before, but didn't have a hymen. Her answer was astonishing; her only sexual partner had been a lady in Nairobi with a strap-on she was keeping good contact with.

Elizabeth ended up staying only until lunchtime; enough time for us to have a little breakfast, shag in the shower and then for me to introduce her to anal. Oh, and I agreed a little 'store credit' scheme, meaning the three hundred grand she left with me in cash would cover any future sexual intercourse we had. I agreed to have her over later on today at six for a few quickies, just before seeing her off with a shag and tit fondle and agreeing by text to see Emma again at seven.

All in all, it had been a successful night's work, and I had five hundred and fifteen thousand pounds more to deal with; only the sixty-five coming by wire transfer.

Claire met me for lunch, telling me a little more about the guy and the thirty grand she'd just earned, and said that would be it again for a while, unless that guy came along with more money. And speaking of money, I seemed to have about six million quid now, and the last major thing I'd bought was the house I had brought Elizabeth back too last night, and that was only less than two hundred grand. I wanted to buy things; I had to buy things, and I found my perfect shopping companion.

Last night, Mickie had raked in a phenomenal amount of clients; shagging nine men and five women and earning about six hundred odd thousand, and was now in the market for a nice big house to live in. 

"Thanks for doing this," she said as I showed her towards an estate agent in Central that sold million pound apartments near the Docklands; Matt had come here to get his place before.

"No problem, babe, don't forget to blow the bank on this one, a mortgage is easily done on what you're bringing in." 

Thankfully, she showed herself to be as intelligent as needs be when we entered. An attractive guy came to meet us. "Hello there, what can I do for you?"

"I need an apartment, a really stylish one too. I'm a young professional, and I need digs to really look the part," she added in a surprising amount of clarity and, well, intelligence.

"Got a budget?"

"Two million," she replied. Good girl, I thought.

After about fifteen times more showing up her lack of intelligence, asking about really stupid things, I managed to salvage it to a point where I could advise her about making an offer. She went away with the estate agent to get a viewing, met the vendors -- an attractive pair of City Workers in their late twenties looking to move up north and commute -- and returned to me after signing a cheque for a million pound and agreeing to pay the next million in a week's time, avoiding the need for a mortgage.

What she'd also done, whilst telling the agent she was a whore, was fuck him on the settee, then fuck the male vendor whilst the agent did the female vendor. She then told me she'd secured the female vendor as a client for tonight as she was too shy to get it on with Mickie whilst her husband and agent were around and eyeing her up, although Mickie had got a topless snog and fondle behind a wall.

I'd managed to entertain myself in a private basement office of a female agent, and a really rather lovely one at that. When Mickie returned, she'd left the male agent upstairs and come to see me. She was now sat on the edge of the desk, skirt hitched up and blouse undone as she rubbed her crotch. The agent, called Mel, was sat on my lap with her blouse undone and skirt on the floor as I stroked her boobs and thighs, and kissed her neck.

"Her boobs were so nice," Mickie groaned, putting a hand inside her own bra to have a feel. "Can't wait to get a hold of them tonight."

Mel, a hottie with D cup breasts, blonde hair and that naughty look in her eye, had chosen to at least have a quickie with me because she thought I was hot, and I was certainly not going to charge her because she was gorgeous. I was, however, a little surprised when she leaned forward and put her head between Mickie's legs; pulling her pants down to her knees and beginning to lick her. "Threesome it is, then," I said, and made my move.

Firstly, I removed Mel's blouse altogether, and then unclipped her bra whilst helping Mickie do the same. Mel responded by standing to hungrily snog a girl four years her junior; grabbing her face and then moving to lick her young breasts.

I unzipped myself to take my hard knob out between Mel's legs and grab a condom from the desk next to where Mickie groaned at Mel's pussy licking technique. I grabbed at Mel's knicker straps, and managed to manoeuvre her so I could slide the blue lacy material to her knees, stroke her cunt, put the condom on, and slide inside her. 

As Mel began moving on top of me, she began to finger Mickie and they continued to snog and lick each other's breasts. After they both came, they stood up, crouched down before me and began sharing my cock between their mouths. My climax came with me spunking over their faces and them licking it off each other before sharing a passionate naked snog on the floor.

"Sorry guys, I've got an appointment to go to," Mel apologised, standing up and moving for her knickers. Mickie reluctantly stood too.

"That's cool, come say hi tonight, yeah?" Mickie said, hopefully, aiding her new lesbian lover to dress.

"Definitely, I'd love to have you lick me back, how much will you cost?"

"Oh, I'm free for you baby," she grinned, and got a snog for being so fucking hot and nude. 

Mel smiled back and turned to me, dressing quicker than Mel and certainly quicker than Mickie, who only then began to pull up her pants. "And that was an awesome shag, babe, best one I've ever had from a guy. What are the chances of some one-on-one private fucking tuition?" she asked as Mickie put her bra on for her.

"I'll leave you my card, that should guarantee us some alone time," I replied. "Come on Mickie, get dressed, girl's got work to do."

I went back to the house with Mickie, and she just sat downstairs watching TV until Elizabeth arrived, which was when she just left. I was surprised she didn't build on Elizabeth's lesbian desires, but just snogged me and left. 

After being previously torn between making Beth (as she had decided she wanted to be known sometimes) a cup of tea and 'getting to know her better', and just taking her upstairs, she told me time was of the essence (they weren't her exact words, her English was still awful, but I got the gist), sat me down on the sofa, put porn on and gave me an incredible striptease; culminating in her removing sexy lingerie and giving me a masterfully sensual blowjob before riding me on the living room floor as I groped her boobs and snogged her absolute fucking brains out.

Reminding me I had other lovers, Emma arrived and let herself in on my instructions to find Elizabeth and I in the heights of climax, naked bodies wrapped in each others. I saw her as I lay on top of Elizabeth, but she smiled, blew me a kiss and silently went upstairs.

"Baby, do I have to wait for more of you?" she asked. 

No, I thought, if Emma decides she's bi, but in the interim... "I'm afraid so." I stood up off her, and helped her up to meet me. I bent down to hand her a thong. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Okay, but what do I do during day?" 

I thought carefully, then remembered something I'd done inbetween getting back here and Elizabeth arriving. I put on my boxers only and retrieved a piece of paper from the dining table. "There's this woman that does English lessons; loads of other students from around Kenya and surrounding countries turn up and learn the language. It's already been booked provisionally, and paid for. Just turn up, and it's almost every day until you're fluent."

I wasn't sure if she understood what I said, especially with words like 'provisionally' thrown in there, but she saw a map, heard 'English lessons', saw a time and cost, and worked it out. She put her thong on, then her bra -- stuffing the paper in her designer handbag (she'd obviously spent her days so far shopping in Central) as she went -- then snogged me again before leaving fully dressed.

Fuck me, she was so fucking hot, and at least now we had each other's numbers so we could exchange naked pictures of one another. Mind you, I only had enough time to check my bookings and accept them all before rushing upstairs to see Emma sitting on the edge of the bed in her underwear.

"Hi Grant, bet you wish you'd seen me like this when you lived with me, don't you?" she grinned. Oh shit, I thought, and my surprise showed. "Come on, you don't think I'd recognise my own ex-housemate? It's a good thing Martin didn't, he wouldn't have liked me riding you like I did in front of him."

"I enjoyed it," I replied, moving to her and kneeling before her.

"I know," she giggled. "I think those sounds were real. Anyway, you want to shag me for free now?"

"Not just shagging, Emski," I said, using her old pet name. "Licking, sucking... everything. You want me, I want you, who needs to involve cash in this?"

She giggled, reached behind herself and soon her bra was being tossed across the room, and her beautiful big breasts were bouncing before me. "Not me."

I lent up, snogged her and began sliding my hand inside the crotch of her sexy thong. By the time I was sucking on her boobs, I had slipped a finger inside her pussy and was fingering her to the first of a few orgasms I brought her to; the rest by licking and then shagging, as in one hour, I made her cum four times and spunked once inside her cunt.

"Shouldn't I be pleasing you more?" she asked, lying on her front as I spruced myself up in the bathroom. I saw her naked body and that fine, firm, tiny, pert ass, and was immediately nursing a semi in my tight boxers, which was all I wore. 

"No, what makes you say that?" I replied, after putting on my shaving foam and reaching for a razor. 

"I dunno, I came four times and you only came once I suppose," she replied.

"I was very pleased, trust me Em," I giggled. "Hearing those cute screams of yours four times was awesome."

"You'll be hearing them more, trust me. Got clients tonight?"

"Uhuh, quite a few, including one late-night one, else I'd let you stay."

"It's cool. Martin will want to see me back, I promised him a poledance tonight."

"Shit, I'd love to see that," I smiled at her, making a few more strokes with my razor blade as my light one-day stubble came off easily. 

"I've got cameras all around the house, I can beam pictures to you."

"Go for it." I finished my last stroke and washed my face dry before seeing Matt enter the room.

"Erm... sorry dude, door was open."

"It's cool, feel free to introduce yourself," Emma flirted as I made my way to my wardrobe. After dressing, I turned back to the bed to see Matt semi-naked on top of Emma, who was still on her front, and his knob was between her legs and up her cunt as he shagged her really quite hard. 

"How's this for an introduction?" he asked, reaching underneath her to fondle those lovely tits of hers. I really couldn't blame him, but couldn't join him. 

"Oh fuck, so fucking good," she moaned as I went to the door. "Leaving, babe?" she asked.

"Yep, got a client in fifteen minutes. You guys finish off, I'll need this place empty again in an hour. Matt, I'll see you later. Emma, I'll call you tomorrow." 



Gigolo Ch. 07



Blearily, I made my way downstairs following the smell of eggs and bacon. I needed iron to shore up my sperm producing testicles. The two old girls, voluptuous Betty and her torpedo titted sister Jane had wrung me dry. I was almost insulted by the money pressed on me, but hey, business is business, no matter how much I was enjoying myself.

Mum – Miranda was just dishing up eggs and bacon. “Good grief, Allen, you look absolutely terrible. I’m sure you’re overdoing it. I’ll stay home today and look after you.” She came and hugged me caressing my hair to pat down stray locks. At the feel of her gorgeous body still in a nightgown against mine, my tired dick lurched. 

I quickly turned and sat down and waited while she set the breakfast plate down before me. I opened my mouth to speak and it stayed open as I gaped at the lengthy cleavage she revealed by bending down. “I, I think you’re right Miranda,” I stuttered hurriedly putting my hands over my eyes to feign tiredness. “I’ll be alright. I’ll take a few days off and I’ll be as right as rain.” I bent to my breakfast, my brain buzzing with the strange lust I had suddenly felt for her. I mean, she is a gorgeous woman. Mid forties, tall, long legged and very curvy. Her dark haired good looks had not diminished with age but had in fact become more attractive as she mellowed. But then again, I had developed quite a penchant for older women recently.

“If you’re sure, darling. I’ll go and get ready then.” She turned and left and I watched her rolling buttocks barely sheathed in the nightgown pass through the door. I almost bit my tongue as it hardened. The thought of tracing her anal cleavage with my tongue leapt into my fuzzy brain. I shook my head and concentrated on building up my strength. Finishing breakfast, I put the answering machine on with a message that I was out of state and proceeded to spend the next three days restoring my strength. Meat, vegetables and zinc tablets galore. Miranda and I spent every night in watching DVD movies enjoying some wine side by side on the sofa. I knew I was fit and well when she came in on the third night and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. One tiny glimpse of her abundant cleavage and my cock instantly and painfully erected within the confines of my jeans. Good grief, my own mother!!

I took the answering machine off next morning shortly after mum left for work and it rang almost instantly. Crystal Croker said, “I’ve been ringing for the last three days, you bastard. Where have you been?”

“Out of town. Sick aunt. Get off my back, will you. Where does it say in our contract that I have to be available 365 days a year,” I demanded.

“Er, right. It’s just that we have a number of clients lined up. With the number of recommendations we are getting about you, we have had to talk our arses off to get clients to take other operatives. Now, when are you available?” Crystal demanded.

“Any time you like, darling,” said this ‘operative’, in a conciliatory manner, all silk and oily charm.

“Right,” she said, clearly seeing right through me, “I want you to go to the following address and see a Martha Williams. She gave Betty’s name as her referee. I must say, she doesn’t sound as if she knows what she wants. Very sort of timid. Still, you have to watch the quiet ones. Like you for instance.” She shrieked like a banshee and after I waited patiently for her to finish wetting herself, she eventually gave me the address. Crystal told me that Ms Williams was available every afternoon at 2pm and then rang off, still guffawing. Women are strange, strange creatures. They have vastly different humour genes.

I made my way over to the address and arrived just after two. It was a top floor penthouse in an apartment building in a neat and clean city neighbourhood. I was buzzed up by a quiet and cultured female voice. When the door opened, I looked straight ahead then down. She wasn’t a dwarf but she was mighty short – about four ten or eleven with rich, more red than auburn hair that hung down to the small of her back and tied in a pony tail. Her face had a round moon-like shape with a short pointy nose and freckles. Her solemn gray eyes looked at me through large rimmed glasses. She was mid to late forties and built like a brick shithouse. She was like two big beach balls surmounted on stout and solid thighs. Her muscular calves veered up from slim ankles but her knees were hidden by a plain shapeless blue dress that was done up to the neck. She looked every inch a school teacher who brooked no nonsense from her students.

“Are you Allen?” I nodded. The voice was very timid and her eyes refused to meet mine. I revised my opinion about her being a teacher. This mouse couldn’t stand up in front of a class of rowdy boys and girls and survive. “I’m Martha. Please, won’t you come in?” I followed her short waddling figure into a surprising vibrant living room with spectacular harbour views. Originals by well known artists adorned the boldly painted walls. She gestured to a plump couch and proceeded to pour what turned out to be a well made gin sling into glasses. She sat opposite me and crossed her tiny ankles, demurely pulling her skirt down.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to do under these circumstances.” It was almost a whisper, her eyes downcast. “During my whole life, I have had only two liaisons and neither of them was satisfying.” She looked at me with those solemn gray eyes. “Aunt Betty told me you are very good at making women happy. Are you?”

“I love women, all sorts, all shapes and I thought all ages until recently. I find I really enjoy older women.” I thought I’d try to draw her out a bit. “Do you find me interesting?”

“You are tall, dark and handsome. Who wouldn’t? I’ve never really thought about my preference in men.” She wrinkled her nose and took a large swallow of gin sling. “I mean, well, if I had to choose, it would be somebody like you. Aunt Betty told me what you looked like and I have to admit I was intrigued.” She gulped her drink down and looked at me. “What now?”

“Let’s have a couple more drinks, you need to relax.”

“Even one is too much for me. I’m feeling light headed now.”

“Have another. For luck.” I headed for the bar to top her glass up.

“Fluck? Fluck? Don’t you mean fuck?”

I whirled around surprised. She had the beginnings of a smile on her face. Maybe she was more intoxicated than I thought. I brought the glass to her. 

“Come and sit on the couch with me.”

Martha stood and swayed a little on 2” heels. She tottered over and flopped down next to me. She hadn’t spilled a drop and took another large swallow. I put my glass down and putting an arm around her big firm shoulders, snuggled her up to me. I leaned over and gently kissed the pouting lips of her small mouth. Experimentally, I ran my tongue around the inside of her lips tasting the gin sling.  She pulled back, her eyes closed and took another big swallow, draining the glass.

She put the glass down. “Wow! More please. Let me suck on your tongue.” I obliged and she put a meaty arm behind my neck and pulled me to her. We swapped spit for a few minutes before she lurched to her feet and pulled me up. “Bedroom, now!” Her speech was slurred as she dragged me through a door into a plush room dominated by a large single bed. She turned and hugged me around my middle, pushing her meaty tits into my genitals. “Can I tell you what I want?” she said looking up at me demurely.

“You can have anything you want. You’re the boss,” I said smiling at her, my cock getting half hard against the pressure of her breasts.

Martha looked up at me with an earnest expression on her round face. “I want you to lick my dirty little cunt until I scream for mercy. Then I want to suck your disgusting cock until you spray your filthy scum all over my big fat tits. Then I want to be fucked in my tiny cunt until you shoot your baby making sperm as far up as you can get it. Got it?”

Stunned by the huge change in the demeanour of this red headed pocket battleship, my jaw had dropped. Martha reached up and pushed my chin up. “I’ve always fantasised about talking really really dirty. I love it, and you did say, ‘anything’ didn’t you. I nodded my head. “Right. Let’s get naked, stud.”

I peeled out of my duds and watched as she pulled the dress up over her body. Above her chubby thighs it went to reveal a tiny thong filled with a prominent mons. Upward over a plump, smooth belly to be caught under her tits. She kept pulling until at last they flopped into view, big and melon-like, they bounced on her tummy rolling and swaying. Big angry looking brown nipples pointed downward. The upper part of her breasts were mottled with freckles. Eventually she got the dress over her head and threw it on a nearby chair. I was down to my jocks filled with a half cock stand. She put her hands on her hips and rolled her breasts from side to side and I watched, mesmerised by their voluptuous sway and bounce.

“You like my big titties, stud? Would you like to fuck them, you cunt crazy muff licker? Maybe later.  Now I want your tongue on my twat.” She stooped to pull her thong down and off her legs, and my tongue stiffened at the sight of her majestic tits elongating like humongous rain drops. She hoisted herself up onto the bed and let her big meaty thighs fall apart to reveal her prominent mons covered by neatly trimmed red pussy hair. Top and tails. Christ! She had a tiny cunt with bulging fleshy outer lips.

“Eat me, you filthy cunt licker, eat!” she demanded.

Dropping to my knees beside the bed, I ran my hands up the inside of her huge thighs and thumbed those big lips to open them. A very pink hole covered with runnels of a white viscous fluid proved her excitement. I dove on it with a stiff tongue and penetrated it as far as I could. I could only get about half the way in. I had no idea how I was going to get my dick in there. I slurped in and out alternating with long licks of her meaty outer lips and her very much smaller inner ones. I sucked on the place where her clitoris should be and even though I could feel a small bulge, it did not pop out like many but stayed hidden. This gal could do with an operation to remove that bit of skin. I sucked hard and introduced my middle finger to her tight cunt. Inch by inch, I pushed and withdrew until I could feel the passage start to expand a little. I turned it up to caress the smooth slimy bulge at the front.  

Martha started panting and gasping, twisting from side to side. I looked up to see her pinching her big angry nipples. “Oooooh, fuuuuuucccckkkkk, mommy, I’m going to cum, mommy, he’s so fucking good, mommy. He’s got his finger up my cunt and sucking on my clit, mommy. God, he’s so good, mommy – fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cuuummmmiinnnnnggg!!!” She wailed and I felt my finger become inundated with surprisingly thick white female joy juice. She gripped my finger with her pussy muscles and a slow stream of cum pushed out at me. I lapped it up. It was lovely, musky yet sweet. I had kept massaging the bulge inside her cunt and I felt her contract again with a groan and a downpour of more of that thick, white cunt cream. She must have had plenty stored up.

Martha grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me up and around until I laid full length on her big comfortable body.  “Kiss me, you darling boy. I haven’t cum like that - ever. Will you fuck me now? Please fuck me. I want to fuck, fuck, fuck!!” 

My cock, as ever rigid while I ate pussy, was more than ready. But, could I get it in to that tiny cunt that had barely accepted my finger? I knelt up between her thighs fisted my cock and ran the broad helmet up and down her slimy slit. Gently I pushed and could barely get half the cock head in. I pushed on and gradually, very gradually I got the knob in. Martha heaved up off the bed, tits wobbling everywhere. She’d cum again!! And I only had my cock head in her. She fell back on the bed almost uncunting me.  I held her meaty twat lips apart as I forced more and more of my cock into her tight but slimy channel. Inch by inch, out then in, out then in, gaining more depth with each pass. I had never been in such a tight cunt. I hoped I would be able to hold on because the sensation of being firmly gripped by a pulsating pussy was just far too much to bear. Three quarters of the way in, I could feel every ridge especially the mouth of her womb as I kept up the slow in and out motion until eventually my curly hairs met her fine silk red ones. I was plugged. Almost exhausted by the time it had taken me to get into her I fell down on to her mounded chest and she clutched me around my neck, kissing me furiously, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

“You are where nobody has been before. Those two liaisons I mentioned? They spurted as soon as the first bit of their cocks got inside me. The bastards. I had to take my own virginity with a vibrator. Fuck me now, please, I need it!!!”

I started riding her, very slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. I watched as her round face screwed up, her eyes tightly shut as she gripped my shoulders. Suddenly her eyes flared opened as her first vaginal orgasm from a flesh and blood cock arrived with a rush. She bathed my cock with more of her cunt cream serving to lubricate her tight passage even more.

“Fuuuuccckkkk mmeeeeeeee! Oh god, mommy, he’s made me cum again, oh mommy, I’m still cuuuummmminnng, oh god mommy, oh god mommy. It is sooooooo good.” She looked up me through misting eyes. “Fuck me some more Allen, I’ve waited soooooo long.”

“I can’t hold on much more, darling,” I groaned. “This is the most delightful pussy I’ve ever fucked. The sensation is much too much. I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“Right up my cunt, darling boy. Spunk me, spunk me hard, you glorious big cocked boy. I’ve never been so full. Fuck it up me. Spunk, spunk, spunk!!!” I unloaded, big time. “I can feel it shooting into me. I’m cuuuuummming again, you filthy bastard...I’ve never cum like this ever. It’s hot, so hot, and I can feel you throbbing. This is the greatest event of my life. Jesus H – will I ever feel like this again?”

I didn’t know about her, but I was clutched in the velvet vice-like grip of the tightest pussy I’d been in. I had a sudden flash that maybe I couldn’t get it out again because it was staying hard, massaged by the rhythmic squeezing of her cuntal muscles. If she had wanted my sperm somewhere else, I seriously doubted I could have got it out. I laid back down on her and as she hugged me to her voluminous breasts, I gradually softened until I was able to uncunt to the sound of a loud plop.

Martha kissed me – mouth, face, neck, her arms clutched around my waist. “Oh Allen, I can’t tell you how utterly fantastic that was. When you came, the sensation was unreal, truly, truly unreal. I hope we’ve made a baby cos I really want one. Do twins run in your family?”

I told her I didn’t think so and doubted that she could have a baby naturally through that tiny portal. She just laughed delightedly.

“If I’m not pregnant, would you come back and do it ‘til I am?”

I assured her I would come as many times as it took. “Cum, cum, oh you naughty boy. What’s this? Are you getting hard for me?”

The rolling around on her big body was having an effect. I knelt up and straddled her big smooth stomach. “If you lick it and suck it a little, it will get bigger, I promise.” She leaned forward and licked around the helmet gathering some of the thick female joy juice she had bathed me in.

“Ooh, I taste good, don’t you think?”

“You do baby, you do. Now suck.” She did, although clearly amateurish, she appeared to be enjoying herself. “Swirl your tongue around the head. See if you can get the tip into my pisshole.” It was nice, very nice. Her big tits were scrunched under my arse. I pulled myself gently from her hot sucking mouth and laid my erection in the valley between her tits. “Push them together, darling, make a tittie cunt for me.” She did and I revelled in the erotic feel of my cock imprisoned in her slightly sweaty cleavage. I reached for her big nipples and pinched, tweaked and caressed them to proud points. I started fucking her majestic melons and she watched the end of it poking through her cleavage, the eye opening and closing, dripping precum. Every chance she got, her little pink tongue licked the drops of viscous fluid.  

She looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her gray eyes. She still had her glasses on. “Are you going to squirt your filthy cock juice all over me, Allen? Are you going to give me the pearl necklace I’ve always wanted?” She moved her breasts up and around in opposite circles and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. “Are you going to jizz now? Let me see it fly, you horny fucker, you!!”

I punched my cock in one more time and then fisted it to achieve maximum explosion. Creamy strands of spunk flew out and I hosed it all over her face, across her glasses and over her wide open mouth. She licked and slurped as much as she could. The last few squirts were aimed at her neck, delivering the pearl necklace as asked. Quickly she pushed her head up to suck the highly sensitive head, and I moaned at the torturously erotic feel of her tongue swirling over the helmet, sucking the remnants of my orgasm. Having got all she could, she amazed me by taking off her glasses and licking off the ropes of sperm that I had clustered there.

Martha squinted up at me, and between licks, said, “I hope you have some more ammo stud. I really want you to fuck a baby into me. Aunt Betty, and Aunt Jane, both said you were good for at least four goes.”

Oh fuck! My thoughts flew to Miranda and what she was going to say when I got home totally shagged again. I shrugged. “But of cause. You’re the boss,” as I slid back and prepared to attempt to open her tiny slit with my tongue.



Gigolo Ch. 07



My first client was a woman, in her late teens, a woman who had a wedding ring, her husband's credit card, G cup breasts and thick glasses. I didn't discriminate, though, and just took her glasses off before sitting myself in the back seat of her lawyer husband's Maserati Quattroporte (a car I had an eye on to buy myself, loving the looks and the obvious sexual practicalities), hooking my knob out and watching her strip completely nude before riding me to two orgasms in half an hour. 

Unfortunately, her breasts weren't real, and actually the result of four operations since she was eighteen until now (three months short of her twenty-second birthday), but I still came harder through seeing them bound around in front of me. I asked to cum on them, but she said only if I took ten grand instead of fifteen. It was good sex, so I just said yes to her offer, pulled out, took the condom off and came all over her huge tits.

"Fuck, that was good," she groaned, and proceeded to rub my spunk all over her nipples. "Forget the discount, you can have all fifteen grand."

And that wasn't the end of generosity for tonight, as I picked up a very good looking guy who had booked me for three hours, and took him back to my house. Thankfully, Matt and Emma had finished; I'd seen Matt between the woman and this guy long enough to get a bit of detail on their shag before leaving.

He was in his early twenties, like me, and bi-curious about guys. He told me, as we snogged and stripped on the bed, that his girlfriend was unaware of his fantasies, and up until now, he'd managed to look up gay porn on the Internet, fantasise about men whilst he shagged her, and, of course, book me for a few hours. 

I asked him to show me a picture of his girlfriend, and she was actually hot.

"Maybe I'll bring her by next time?" he asked, as I pushed him onto his back and made for his increasingly erect penis; a lovely looking nine-incher with a fat bellend.

"With this knob, I doubt she'll mind sharing you."

I licked it long, and sucked it hard, taking him to moaning and groaning my name; telling me he loved gay sex although he figured it may just be me. I recommended Matt to prove him wrong, although we did have a certain real chemistry that wasn't affected detrimentally or otherwise by the large sum of cash he'd promised me, and I reckoned it would be better with him than Matt or any other guys (Oliver and Tom included) once he went down on me... which he soon did.

He was called Harry, and sucked cock like a natural considering he'd only ever practised on a dildo of his girlfriend's whilst she was at work one day, and that didn't give any feedback. 

After I'd swallowed his rather sweet tasting cum, he tasted some of my pre-cum and let me cum down his throat before we rested.

"So... you're not gay then?" he asked as I began lubing up his asshole. My phone rang for a text, so I went to read it with my dry hand.

"No, bi," I replied. "Girls are too fucking fit, like your girlfriend," I added, just as I got another text.

Dude, you may have a problem. Sam came around, I told her you were out soliciting, she's on her way. Sorry, Joe.

Hey baby, so that's your little secret, is it? No matter, it's cool, I'll come and watch you in action! Sam xxx

Come to 63 Mayfield Drive, front door is open, come quietly to the upstairs main bedroom and see what you think. Grant xxxx

She arrived ten minutes later, appearing quietly in the door in a short skirt amongst her other clothes as Harry and I still romped around; he had lubed me up and was now banging my brains out with really fucking good anal sex after I'd taken just five minutes to make him cum.

I watched, Harry oblivious, Sam touch her chest with one hand, and with the other, lift up her skirt and put it down her lacy panties to begin rubbing herself quite visibly.

Harry looked to the door a minute later, but as I looked with him, just about to cum myself, Sam wasn't there. Harry put his hand on my knob, spunked inside my arse (and the rubber as well, of course), and then jacked me off to cum on his pubes before he made his excuses and moved to the bathroom. I left the bedroom and found Sam downstairs in her lingerie still touching herself.

Neither of us spoke; in two minutes she was naked and I had her bent over the arm of the sofa fucking her tits off.

"Any chance of a threesome?" came a voice, but it wasn't Sam. I turned, and there was Harry, clean again and stroking another hard-on.

Sam turned and whistled. "Grant?"

"It's okay with me."

"Come here," she beckoned.

He moved to her front, stopping briefly to kiss me, watch my cock enter and exit her pussy, and stroke her ass, before just sitting on the sofa, cock raised high.

It didn't take any effort on Sam's part to just move her head down a little and begin sucking his dick; Harry panting and helping her head a little. I now knew his preferences pretty well; black women and white men. His girlfriend was a fit black chick with a fantastic arse and beautifully pert breasts (the picture he'd showed me was of her naked in a pose on his bed... she was fucking fit as fuck), which was very much like Sam; probably why he was so interested in her, and I was so interested in his missus. 

I thought a little about black guys, and how I hadn't actually had one as a client yet; although another guy soliciting a street down was black, really hot and apparently had such a humongous knob, he actually put off female clients because he'd made a couple actually bleed. Yeah, not nice, but hey; he'd had sex with Hannah once and she said that despite me, Matt, and her best clients, she'd never had such an orgasm. She was sore for two days afterwards, so she hadn't gone back there.

Sam came, and concentrated on sucking off Harry as I stuck my knob in his mouth, got him to suck me off to climax, and spunked all in Sam's hair.

"Right, I'm off," she excused, stepping out of bed to put on her knickers. I'd just had her sitting on my face and was still now receiving a blowjob from Harry. "Gotta go get some sleep."

"I'm soon off, don't leave on my account," Harry said, stopping his sucking but continuing a handjob.

"It's cool, I'm knackered," she yawned, slipping on a top and tossing her bra to Harry. "Call me."

"Will do."

Harry gave me eighty grand in total; the original seventy-five plus another five for the impromptu threesome. I put him onto Claire; he said he'd make a booking, told me he was bisexual, and drove me back to my spot where I waited for my next booking.

She was a married woman, and six months pregnant. Absolutely gorgeous was how I found her, but as I showed her into my bedroom ready for fifty grand (what I had now put as my standard fee) of sex, I shared my worries.

"You're pretty heavily pregnant," I said of her, despite the fact she was still stunning; worryingly so. "When was the last time you had sex?"

"My husband won't touch me, he hasn't since we got it confirmed from our doctor. Five months ago. And quite frankly, I've got too much money to just lie in bed every night with a vibrator against my clit. I need a man, and I liked your photos."

"Your husband won't touch you?" I asked, touching her myself as I gently fondled her clearly enlarged breasts. 

"No, he thinks shagging a pregnant chick is dangerous. I've checked with my GP, I'm cool for another month."

"Fair enough. Jacuzzi?"

"Nah, I'm too horny to wait. Sit down and get your knob out."

I did exactly as she said, stripping the rest of my clothes off as she knelt down, got her bump all comfortable, and began sucking me off. Ten minutes later, I was returning the oral favour, and before the half hour was out, I had her sitting delicately upon my dick and staying perfectly still as I shagged her from below. 

It was a little disrespectful, and a little wrong too, but she wanted me to spunk on her stomach and boobs, so that was what I did, before taking a photo on my phone and then banging her up her arse.

It was half five when I finished for the day, promising myself a day off once I'd woken up, and found myself still in bed with my last client; a woman in her mid thirties who wanted to give me a hundred grand by wire transfer in return for unprotected vaginal sex. She showed me her proof, I showed her mine, and we just did it twice before falling asleep.

My alarm went off at midday, and we got up before shagging in the shower and back in bed before I let her go at around one o'clock, took the money and went out to lunch.

In total, last night had got me the first three clients as you met, that last woman, and a man inbetween who gave me another hundred grand by wire transfer if I just sucked his knob for an hour. He was sweet, and kinda cute, so I tossed in a shag for free. It was enough to take me way past six million in my account, so I decided to treat myself to more nice things.

My new hotel called me to brief me on the latest month's profits and takings; informing me that my 50% cut of the profits was £1.243million; another stunning figure I would look to splurge completely on houses and cars. 

It was three o'clock, though, when I entered an estate agent in Central London that was selling lots of apartments, studios and penthouses for anything from half a million to ten million pounds. I whistled at that penthouse; a twenty-fifth floor massive apartment about five times the size of my house in a prime location right on the business end of The Thames. The estate agent smiled at me.

"Would you like a viewing?" he asked.

"Can't afford ten million," I replied.

"Well, we can take 50% deposit if you'd prefer."

It didn't take much consideration; I had the five million necessary to have the keys by dinnertime, and if I signed up on a low-interest high-payment mortgage deal, I could be in full ownership in just months. "Yes," I replied. "Yes, I'd like a viewing."

Forget dinnertime, it was half four when I was making the wire transfer for five million direct to the estate agent who had re-possessed the house from a vendor who wasn't keeping up repayments and was selling it for 90% of market value. 

I got the keys, and arranged to put up for sale my current home near my spot for two hundred grand -- a slight profit on what I bought it for.

The arrangement was that I paid off at least half a million pounds on the penthouse every month, and I knew I could easily keep up with that so long as I kept my high earnings up. 

Half an hour later I was in the flat in Cockfosters checking my personal e-mails and website when I found a surprising booking. Out of five, I had one all-nighter for a million quid on the same night Mickie had texted me to say she was having her million-pound-man tonight. It was unprotected all night with a woman in her mid-twenties who was about to start a one-year sabbatical from her job as a City Banker. She was hot, clean, and single, plus from France which meant her accent would surely be even hotter than her. 

She was due to pick me up at seven, so I tossed my clothes on and saw to my other four clients without ever leaving my spot; once on the pavement with a guy, three times on three women's car bonnet for a total of £130,000. I was recovering from a very hard fifty grand shag when she arrived and invited me back to her hotel room. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, I switched venues to my new penthouse.

"Wow, this is nice," she whistled as I showed her into the huge open plan area. Left was a fully fitted luxury, gadget-filled kitchen, an eight-seater dining area, straight ahead was a living area and huge balcony, and right was private access to the roof garden, plus the en-suite king-sized bedroom. 

"Drink?" I asked, making for the kitchen. 

"What do you have?"

The estate agent had been game enough to take ten grand from my account and buy loads of chilled wine and champagne, and I opened my fridge to see it all, as well as the receipt. "Champagne?"

"You live well. I mustn't be the only rich woman."

I saw her looking at a door that didn't seem to go anywhere. "That's the roof terrace, go up and I'll bring your drink."

Amélié -- that was her name -- smiled and went up there. One of the gadgets in the kitchen was a control panel laptop-type contraption that meant I could control almost everything electrical in the house. I pressed some buttons and the lights and patio heater came on up on the roof. I poured champagne and went up there to find her in her underwear, sitting on the side of the upstairs pool (I could reveal it from under its cover from downstairs too) with her legs in the warm water.

I smiled, stripped to my boxers and went into the Jacuzzi annexed to the pool where she joined me for some drinking and kissing, which turned into her baring her naked body to the March air and riding me unprotected right there to our shared orgasms.

This lasted until not even the patio heaters and heated water were containing the cold night air, and we returned naked to the warmth of the indoor penthouse.

"I could get used to this life," she groaned as I now had her on my bed licking her out whilst helping her fondle her amazing CC breasts. "Is it always like this for you?" she asked.

"No," I answered in a muffled fashion. "I've only just bought this place and met you."

She smiled at that, and grabbed me to pull me on top of her, flip us over and start sensually sucking my cock. 

"Can you get it in yet?" she asked, now bending over as the night drew to a close. On her say so, I'd spent half an hour teasing her asshole with a cucumber and some lube, and now I was ready to break her anal cherry (yeah, I know, a fit 26 year-old Frenchwoman and she hadn't had anal sex).

I moved my knob towards her ass. "Yeah, are you ready?"

"Oui. Fuck me, you gorgeous man."

Slowly, I tried to push it in but it slipped in quickly, and in minutes, I was banging her tits off once again and bringing her to two consecutive orgasms before I even pulled out and came on her cunt.

She stayed the night, and I woke her up with a grand's worth of exotic breakfast and some more shagging before she dropped me back off at my spot, completed the wire transfer, agreed she would try and come back to me once she was done sunning herself in the Caribbean, and left.



Gigolo Ch. 08



For MercyMia, who understands.

Gigolo Ch. 08: The Finale

After a number of hours and four sweet orgasms, I was blowing dust into the red headed pocket battleship, Martha Williams. I left her asleep, sucking on a thumb. Back home, I nuked the roast dinner that had been waiting on the bench top, ate then fell into bed in a coma.

Next morning, I knew Mom – Miranda was less than pleased. 

“Allen, this market research job is starting to get a bit out of hand. I looked in on you last night and you were comatose. I shook you but you didn’t wake up. Are you sure you can cope with this job?”

“Oh, I think so,” I replied with a big shit eating grin. “The hours are a bit much but the money is rolling in. In fact, I’m looking at some investment opportunities to max it while I can.”

Miranda, looking all spiffy in smart outfit, her hair like spun gold, frowned. “What do you mean ‘while you can’?” she asked.

I realised my mistake and tried to cover up. “The marketing game is all up and down.” And in and out I thought to myself. “There’s quite a bit of uncertainty and if you can’t come up to scratch, you can blow it overnight. So, make hay while the sun shines, I say,” I said. 

She frowned at me and I could see she was fifty/fifty. “Well, look after yourself. I’m off.” She turned on her heel and I watched entranced as her high heels made her curvaceous bottom wobble delightfully, and made her slim and elegant calves tauten with each stride. Bloody hell she was gorgeous! But, she was my mother and forbidden territory.

I sat and reflected on the last couple of months. I had made a ton of money escorting and shagging women of many ages, shapes and sizes. From amazons to pocket battleships, some young but most of them old enough to be either my mother or grandmother.  It had been just marvellous even though I had some nagging misgivings about how Miranda would take the news if she knew.

I rang the Discreet Gentlemen Escorts agency and told Sheila Croker I had a head cold and made it sound good by pinching my nose with my fingers. I don’t think she believed me. Since it was Friday and that was the day I was supposed to go in and service her and her daughter, I really didn’t feel up to it. Maybe I was getting bored with shagging? Nah, not bloody likely - I was just tired.

Sheila rang late in the afternoon and enquired whether I would be OK for a dinner date on Saturday night. I assured her I would be and got the details. I was to meet a Mrs. Allen (Allen? My name was Allen? Strange coincidence!) at a well known restaurant in town at 7.30. She would be wearing a black outfit with a corsage on the shoulder. Apparently she had asked for me by name.

“Who referred her?”

“Said she shopped regularly at a flower shop, and overheard a conversation between a mother and her daughter.”

“Oh, I see. Betty and Dorothy, eh?”

“Jeez, you must have done a number on them. The old girl wants another go, but in our business, its better that you have some variety so you don’t get bored. Are you bored yet, darling?” she asked.

“Oh no, dear girl, anything but. Show me a new pussy and I become king dong.”

“You treasure, you.” Sigh. “Are you sure you can’t come over for a couple of hours. I’m out of batteries for my vibrator.”

“That’s all I am to you, Sheila, a walking dildo.” Laughing like a drain, she rang off after telling me the restaurant was the Belle Chose. I reflected that was one of the places Miranda and I liked to go. I hoped she wouldn’t be there, but, then again, she only ever went out to dinner with me.

I duly saluted the maitre d at Belle Chose and looked for the woman wearing a black outfit with corsage that I was to meet. Sitting at our favourite table was a dark halo with her back to me wearing a dark dress cut so creamy shoulders were exposed. My heart gave a sudden lurch. Even though the woman had her back to me, I’d recognise that halo anywhere. Miranda!! What the hell! Do I run or brazen it out? Fuck it – I’d never had a faint heart anyway. I approached the table and bussed her on the cheek. “Hello, mother dear. What are you doing here?”

She looked up at me with shining eyes. “Hello yourself, darling. Apparently I’m waiting for my escort for the evening. From a company calling itself Discreet Gentlemen Escorts. Are you the escort?”

I sat down next to her and managed a cheesy grin. “As it happens, Mrs. Allen I am. What gives? How did you find out?” Our waiter approached and we gave our order, plus the usual bottle of chardy.

“Well, this fell out of your pocket a few weeks ago.” She flipped one of the business cards over. “And, I happened to be in the flower shop earlier this week when I overheard an extraordinary conversation between the mother and the daughter. Seems they were raving about the sexual performance of somebody named Allen who was described as tall, dark and handsome with a healthy respect for women and their erotic needs. I even heard some of the details. I was entranced to hear about how dear Betty had jumped your bones after you had shagged her sister to a dead faint. Very quaint.”

She looked at me and her eyes twinkled. “You will appreciate that I’m not exactly a mental midget, and two and two make four. The card, the description, the easy way with women, it all equals you. I rang and made an appointment. I deliberately sat with my back to the door to see if you would chicken out. But, I knew you were braver than that, my boy. Now let’s eat and you can tell me all about your recent exploits. And I do mean all!!”

So we ate and I appraised Miranda of my ‘business’ over the last month or so. Interrupting only to elicit more details, she ate and drank steadily, occasionally shaking her head in disbelief. Another bottle of wine appeared as if by magic and we made inroads as we ate and I talked.

“No wonder you have been on the point of collapse, even at your age. It is patently clear to me that you have had an absolute ball, you filthy little swine, and been paid exorbitant money to do so. You are nothing but a male slut.” She smiled when she said it and I gave her a cheeky grin in return.

“It was hell, I tell you. I had to think of somebody erotically beautiful to get it up for those old tarts.”

“Like who?”

I eyed the creamy five inch cleavage on display in her outfit and then looked her straight in the eye. 

“Actually, you, mother dear.”

Miranda went pink in the cheeks and took a gulp of the wine. “Don’t joke with me like that, Allen. It isn’t funny.”

“Miranda, I got my first erection when you put on a bikini when I was twelve. I have lost more bodily fluid perving at you than you could possibly believe. And, as you’ve got older, you have become even more attractive. You have a gorgeous hour glass figure, wonderful large breasts, a trim waist, baby making hips and wonderful, truly wonderful legs. On top of that, you are very, very easy on the eye.”

I toasted her and looked at her levelly. All humour had disappeared from the table. She regarded me solemnly. “You’re not joking at all, are you Allen?” I shook my head and took another sip of the wine and watched her carefully. 

She shook her head as if to clear all that I had said. “I think I’d like another bottle of wine, Allen.” Her glass topped up, she looked at me reflectively. “You were too young to remember your father. When he died in that car accident, he was the same age as you and looked the same – tall, dark, handsome and very charming. After he died, a part of me died too. As you know, I haven’t dated. I’ve been hit on heaps of times but I’ve never ever been tempted.” She looked at me steadily and her eyes misted. “The truth is I was always happy to be with you. Even as you were growing up, I found I preferred to spend my time with you.” She took a sip of her wine, her cheeks had a pinkish tinge and the words were beginning to slur. “I’m afraid, Allen dear, you have spoiled me for another man. You have been the man in my life since your father died.” She put the glass down unsteadily and sobbed as she bent her head to snatch the serviette to hold against her mouth. “I’m sorry darling, I’ve become maudlin. Can we go?”

I paid the bill and helped her into her coat. She leant heavily against me until we reached the car. As we drove home, we were both quiet, reflecting on what she had said. We lurched into the lounge and flopped on the couch we had shared for years and sat there, each of us staring ahead, lost in our respective thoughts. The magnitude of what she had revealed had hit me like a hammer. My lovely, lonely mother was in love with me, had been for years. And then it hit me! I loved my mother! Miranda and I had been close, very close since forever. I had never contemplated a life without her. She was there, she was always there, and while I had appreciated and admired her and perved at her beautiful body, I had never let any sexual thoughts enter my stupid head. She hadn’t actually said anything remotely sexual but surely when one has laid her feelings out like that, sex must surely be there in the recesses of her thinking??

“Miranda.”

“Allen.” Simultaneously. “You first son.” She looked at me through her teary eyes and I was lost.

“Darling Miranda, the feelings I have for you are the same. You are really the only woman in my life. You are my rock, my best friend.” I turned and grabbed her by her bare shoulders and pulled her towards me. “Now, I want you to be my lover.” Her eyes widened and then slowly closed as she came willingly into my arms and we kissed – lovingly, respectfully but not like mother and son. I broke the kiss, panting slightly and lifted her into my arms and made for the stairs, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her face buried in my neck. I could feel the warm trickle of her tears.

I kicked her bedroom door open and deposited her on the bed. She sat and watched my face as I divested myself of my tie and started undoing the shirt. “Darling Miranda, this is not incest, this is the natural extension of our love for each other. To me you are the most gorgeous woman on earth. There is no other, there never has been.” I bent down and reached behind her to find the zip for the dress. I drew it down and eased sleeves down off her motionless arms until it pooled at her waist. She was wearing a very sexy red bra with a front clasp at the base of a very deep cleavage. Her eyes had not left mine and she looked calm and composed. I put my finger under her chin. “Do you want me for your lover, mother?” and bent and kissed her, thrusting my tongue forcefully between her full lips and into the warmth of her mouth.

We kissed and our tongues duelled. She pushed me back and rose to her feet. With her hands on my shoulders, she whispered, “I want you Allen; I’ve wanted you for ages but was afraid to make the first move. Be my lover, darling, be my lover.” She put her fingers to the clasp at the front of her over filled bra, pressed and shrugged. I went weak at the knees at the sight. Her creamy mounds literally exploded, bounced but sagged only minimally. They were smooth with a tracery of blue veins. Her nipples were dark brown and grew in front of my eyes, shaped like miniature cans, round and cylindrical.  Mesmerised, I stared.  “You like, darling boy?” I nodded dumbly as I felt her hands moved to my belt buckle. “Touch me darling,” she whispered.

I pushed her bra off her shoulders and then gathered her breasts – one in each hand weighing their heaviness, their fullness and their smoothness. I ran each thumb over each nipple and felt them roughen up and the surrounding areolae begin to crinkle with desire. I felt my trousers drop and her hands at the top of my underwear. She bent and I lost my lovely handfuls as she swooped my daks down past my knees. Miranda gasped as my rigid cock whacked her on the cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it throbbed at throbbed against her. She rubbed her face all over the perpendicular shaft then licked it from the balls to the top along the big vein. Then she took it both hands, and, looking up at me with a smile, popped the helmet into her hot, hot mouth. Instantly, my knees trembled as she applied a little suction and her tongue scooped the juice from the top. 

Pausing to look up at me, she said, “I’m amazed, this cock of yours is the same as your father’s. He loved me sucking his hard, hot cock. Do you? Honey? Do you.”

I could only jibber like a mindless moron.  “Oooh yes, oh yesssss, please!!!!” as she bent to her task, sucking and laving, sucking and swirling. “My turn.” I wrenched myself away from her glorious mouth and pushed her back on the bed, diving on to her pussy like a demented drunk. A neat dark and curly vee pointed the way to a perfectly symmetrical cuntal entrance. Gently I applied my thumbs then took them away amazed at the sight of her lips unfurling like flower in slow motion photography. A clear trickle of fluid fell down between the cheeks of her large firm bottom, past the crinkled star of her anus to pool on the sheets. I plunged my rigid hot tongue into the center of the wide open flower and heard her gasp with pleasure. Slowly I sawed it in and out, pausing to lick the flowing nectar from bottom to top, and to curl my tongue around the classically shaped clitoral hood. Heaven! My hands smoothed her inner thighs, then up the undersides to the dimpled rear of her knees to then pull her calves over my shoulders. They then found their meandering way up to her glorious breasts and those gorgeous nipples. I tweaked and caressed them and the surrounding areolae looking up slyly to see Miranda with her arm over her eyes, moaning softly.  Her stomach was palpitating. 

My cock was leaking like a tap, dripping onto the floor. Did I care about the carpet? Did I fuck!! “Now, darling,” I heard her say. I rose up on my knees and bending my cock down placed it at the heavenly portal. Her hands gripped my shoulders, stopping me while her eyes searched mine. She saw the absolute love shining in my eyes and pulled me to her. As she embraced me, my cock slid slowly into her tight, moist vagina, going back to whence I came. Halfway in, I pulled back out then drove into the depths, bottoming against a prominent womb. She shuddered and I felt my cock bathed in her joy, while she shrieked my name and nearly strangled me. 

I pushed up so that I could breathe and to change the angle of my fucking. I needed to last, but I knew I couldn’t – it was all too erotic. We gazed at each other until her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled up. Her pussy clamped down tightly on me and that triggered my mad spurting. I pressed up against her public bone and felt the bullets of my sperm shoot against the opening of her womb. I kissed her deeply, lovingly, my mother, my lover. We were now one, forever and ever, amen.



Gigolo Ch. 08



"How was yours?" I asked Mickie as we arrived back in my new penthouse followed by Matt, Hannah, Paula, two other twenty-somethings Jenny and Lucy, plus the black guy I mentioned earlier, Tony.

"Lovely guy. Nice dick too, actually, although not that pretty and told me he loved me. He actually proposed!"

"What did you say?" asked Paula; more interested because she was actually engaged to a regular of hers, although she obviously shagged other men and women, and once he'd shagged Hannah.

"No, silly," she replied. "He's booked me again next week, though. Might get myself a place like this."

"There isn't many around," I said, putting a couple of bags full of food and drink up on the kitchen worksurface as everyone did; except Mickie who was a little small and delicate and could only manage one, and except Tony, who could do about four. "I'll put you in contact with my estate agent, he hooked me up."

Everyone bar Tony went to the living area; two huge black leather sofas and a 50" LCD HD Ready TV screen. He came to me and smiled. "Hey... any chance of getting in on your website?"

"Absolutely," I replied. "You'll be popular, if what I hear is true."

He watched Paula bare her breasts to the group and Mickie begin to suck on them. "Unzip my fly and find out for yourself."

In moments, he was hard and had his foot-long fat cock out of his pants. He was largely unsuccessful because rich clients couldn't keep him for long because his knob, after a while, became a serious issue in the sack. It was because of this that after a year in the game, he'd made about 20% of what I could.

In one of the bags were a few packets of condoms, and I took one out before getting my cock out and feeling a muscular and hot black guy suck on it. Before long, I had a go at sucking his, and it was so difficult, before long I had to give up to save my jaw. But it didn't end there.

Most of the guys just watched TV and chilled, but as Paula began sucking Matt's dick, I stood behind Tony, bent him over slightly and began fucking him whilst jacking him off with both my hands as just the one wasn't big enough. I pulled out just before I came, and as we were both backed, sacked and cracked (i.e. bald down there to make it all look nicer for clients), we had no pubes to spunk into. However, I spunked on his face, he spunked down my throat and we got into the shower with Jenny (a 24 year-old blonde with pretty big tits and a very innocent face) before snogging passionately against the cubicle wall (me and Tony, that is).

After drying off, Tony was in the bedroom with Matt and Lucy -- a 28 year-old hottie with a pretty slack pussy after ten years on the game that was perfect for Tony's knob -- as I had Mickie and Hannah helping me choose cars to fill in my own private underground three-car car park. Obviously, I had the MG, and the old Ferrari I wanted to get transported from Cockfosters, so that only left one place, and this was quickly filled by a Maserati Quattroporte 4.2 V8 Executive GT Auto 4dr costing me £93,782 once I'd ticked a few options packages, and tax and insurance set me back £5,123 for the year.

It was another hundred grand that had left my account, but it was all good because I was still more than suitably minted and my bookings for tonight looked very handy in terms of money that would be pouring into my account, even if the standard of looks was poor. 

I returned to Cockfosters at five to meet Elizabeth, and ask her how her English classes were coming along. She said they were great, and I believed her; her grammar was getting better and her vocabulary was slowly increasing. Fortunately, some things had remained the same; Elizabeth's beautiful naked body and bedroom prowess. 

"Dinner afterwards?" she asked, riding me on the bed of the house I was soon to sell. 

"Can't. I have clients. Tomorrow, what about lunch in my new penthouse?"

"Sounds great," she groaned as I groped her fantastic arse and she began to come to her climax. "Ooh fuck, yes! Yes! Fuck! Oh yes," she smiled, falling off me. 

"You learnt that quickly," I chuckled, kneeling up by her face and breasts and handing myself off.

"Me and the lady tutor get on well," she giggled, reaching out and grabbing my cock. "Let me."

She grabbed it and sat up slightly to start sensually sucking me off to spunk hard down her throat. One thing I knew, she was giving me a fantastic blowjob, but the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes an hour later to see Emma rising up from my dick, licking her lips.

We kissed, before she groaned, quickly licked her fingers and put them to her clitoris. I looked down, and there was a female head at her naked pussy; female hands on her naked tits. There was Mickie; licking Emma out passionately whilst getting wet on the feeling of that cunt on her tongue. 

I had spunked hard in Emma's mouth, and she had swallowed, but I was soon hard, horny and ready to go after just minutes of snogging her and stroking her titties with my wet knob. 

Emma turned around, sitting back down on Mickie's mouth and continuing to be licked out, whilst I instead lay on Mickie, licked her breasts and pushed my bare cock inside her before slowly shagging her unprotected.

"I never knew you were into girls, Emski," I panted, leading her downstairs as Mickie and I prepared to go out for our bookings. Tonight, Mickie had agreed to start her week away with her ten million pound client, and had been told that by tomorrow morning, she'd be in Paris. Thankfully, she had a passport, so this wouldn't be a problem. 

"I wasn't before, but there was this party at the maisonette after you left... some of the hockey guys came over. I was in the bathroom with this girl, can't remember who because I didn't know her, and she just starts touching me up. Next thing I know, we're having sex, and we've been doing it about two or three times a month since. I still prefer men, but... Mickie was cute and very, very good at licking pussy."

"So I've heard. Listen, tonight will be my last night for about a week, so are you up to anything?"

"Afraid so, Martin and I are back in Flitwick for then, sorry."

"That's cool." I opened the front door, and we snogged. "Tell him I said hi."

She grinned mischievously, gave me a quick flash of her boobs, and then left. 

It was true; I was having a week off to concentrate on my property business. Tomorrow, a load of things would arrive for Vera's old house, so I'd be in the little study with a laptop keeping an eye on her bits at the auction. I hoped I might get more than fifty grand, but it was all going to charity anyway, so it wasn't like I was seeing a penny for more than two hours. 

Clients I had had to defer got their chance tonight, the rest being informed I would not be available until next Saturday night. These clients were largely unattractive, but still quite rich, and in a bit of a blur of a night in which nothing exciting actually happened apart from the fact I came twice, I earned fifty grand in cash from each of the eight clients. I was a bit bored throughout, one client was hairy (a woman... yeah, I know, but what can you do?), but it was four hundred grand. And I really couldn't complain about that.

Mickie sent me a text as I bade farewell to my last and probably best client -- some guy who actually gave me a handjob as he fucked me -- saying she was in Paris and on the banks of the Seine. The guy was very sweet, they'd had sex a couple of times, but she was promised the high life for a week in exchange for accompanying him to some business meetings in Monte Carlo from tomorrow onwards. 

In the late morning, when I was ready to move, I went to IKEA and laid in a massive order for furniture that would arrive in a few days. £43,038 bought me the three bedroom suites, living room and dining room furniture, and later on, I found an interior decorators that would do each room to my exact specification by the time it all arrived, but would cost £1500. I happily signed the cheque, got them to start straight away and went back to the house to finish off the bits of decorating I had been doing myself with the help of a few certain others. 

Items at auction came to £53,150 and once the money had been wired to my account, it was wired straight back out to a cancer research facility in Surrey. The auction was a little strange; it also involved houses. I went against auctioneers' advice and bought one without reading the legal pack or actually viewing the property at all. It was a gamble, but at twenty-three grand, not a huge one if it all went bad very quickly.

Work went incredibly well for the day, and everything was delivered and fitted without a hitch. Already, it was looking as if I would have a great profit for my first project, even if the house didn't actually cost me anything to own. I returned to the flat in Cockfosters for a Chinese with the lads that I paid for, costing about £73, before returning to the penthouse and shopping for things for my new project; which wasn't furniture or anything exciting, just professionals like roofers, plumbers etc. I hired a surveyor to check the place out with me tomorrow; he cost £500. 

Not that anything about this place wasn't exciting; it looked stunning. It was big, it had grounds... frankly, given its location and existing detailed planning permission (designs had been e-mailed to me), I could expand on it and easily sell it on in about a year for something approaching five million. It could easily be the hallmark of my new property company.

But as Elizabeth announced she was on her way over to keep me company (or shag me, as she put it), I wondered what good a property company was without rental property. I had to find cheap apartments and houses in good locations I could rent out to students or young couples. 

I went on a few property websites that had search engines on them, and put into the search bar 'starter homes'. I may have gone a bit overboard, but I had soon bought ten apartments and homes for £1,753,458, and put them up for rent. This left me so far out of pocket, I was back to before Vera died. But as I still had two million, it was fine, as long as when I got back, I had some big money clients waiting for me.

"So," Elizabeth asked once she had arrived, stripped nude and got in the rooftop Jacuzzi with me, "what are your plans for week?"

I didn't correct her, she was learning pretty quick, so I continued rubbing her off and sucking on her breasts. "Just working on my property business. You?"

"Well, I have a break from class for a week, so... I was going to just go to France for a week."

That sounded great, but as I'd already started planning my week ahead and had unavoidable commitments, I had to stay back. "Sorry baby, can't join you."

"It's okay, I still have my tutor. She is coming with me, we are going to make passionate love in a vineyard in Central France."

I wanted to see that, very desperately, but again I reminded myself I was committed to stay. Instead, as my knob grew at the thought of more lesbian sex, Beth grabbed it and began jacking me off; pulling my lips up to meet hers. "Send me pictures," I got the chance to say.

She didn't reply; instead our snogging descended into her mounting me and me pushing her cunt towards where she pushed my knob until they met, and we began having unprotected sex. Before you say anything, it was actually cool; I'd seen proof that she was clean after she'd visited Hannah and Mickie's hot Asian GP and got a quick bang from him. 

Back downstairs, I got a text from Sam as Elizabeth sensually sucked my dick. She was asking to come by and see my new flat. I told her I was with another woman, and had enough balls to ask if she fancied joining in. A threesome with two guys was good for her, but she said a threesome with another woman was out of the question. After seeing a picture of Elizabeth naked, leaning over my -- if I say so myself -- beautiful appendage, she still didn't change her mind. 

I managed to get her to agree to come over tomorrow night after Hannah had spent the day with me in Vera's house decorating and probably finding little nuggets of time to shag, spunked down Elizabeth's throat, and then returned the favour.

"Ooh, baby, I swear you get better and better every time," she groaned as she finished her orgasm; my head still between her legs and hands on her tits. I licked as much cum from her cunt as I could before looking up and grinning at her. "I have to go now, my bags are packed and my train leaves St Pancras in three hours."

"Got time for a little quickie?" I asked, kneeling up between her legs, raising her ankles up by my ears and pushing my erect cock into her.

"No... oh shit, okay, make it a really fucking quick, hard one. And cum in my panties, I want something to lick when I'm away."

Once she left, I decided I really didn't want to spend the night alone, and so drove back to Cockfosters, saw Will and Joe for a little bit, then once they'd gone to bed, invited myself into Claire's room.

"Hey baby," she said with a big smile as I found her in bed watching TV. "I heard you were taking time off, and I fancied a night off too," she giggled. I locked us in and she lifted the quilt off of her. She was absolutely stark naked but for some curious but rather hot looking knee-high white socks. Her black pussy hairs were just visible against her black pussy, and it was a hot looking little black strip. 

"No clients?" I asked, immediately moving to release my expanding package.

"I had two possible bookings, both female."

"Still no girl-on-girl?" I asked, showing off my hard knob. She looked at it, smiled, and placed a hand between her own legs. 

"No. I've watched some... some couple bought me and Hannah for the night, and I just fucked the guy whilst Hannah and the woman licked each other. It was kinda hot, Hannah touched my boobs, but... nah, not that into it. Mind you, she says you weren't into guys, now you and Matt are pretty tight."

"It can happen, just takes one person and a little stubbornness on their part, and you'll end up eating Mickie out."

She giggled as I got to the bed, now naked myself and stuck my cock blatantly towards her mouth. She got the hint. "Finger me," she demanded, before sitting up and taking me into her mouth.

I did as she said, placing a hand on her breasts as a detour before drawing it down her naked body and moving her head with my other hand. I rubbed her for just a little while before pushing two fingers through her already soaking wet cunt. She moaned my name, and carried on sucking. Shit, she was good at sucking dick, being a whore was giving her good practice. With a client, I'd hold on for a little while if they wanted to suck my cock; just to give them an elongated experience. But with Claire, we both knew we could just ourselves go, and in just two minutes, she convulsed on my hand to her orgasm and I spunked hard down her throat.

She lay back smiling, and moved over the bed to invite me in next to her. 

"Are you staying, then?"

"Absolutely."

"Good, give me a couple of minutes." She clambered over me, dressed in my boxer shorts and her tightest top and went to the bathroom; coming back three minutes later to find me still in bed. 

"Strip and shag me, you beautiful slut," I ordered and she did exactly that.



Gigolo Ch. 09



Unfortunately, I encountered a bit of a bug with the first submission as spotted by one of my fans, so below is the ACTUAL version of Gigolo Ch9. Enjoy!!!

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"Grant?" I heard the next morning. "Grant, wake up."

I opened my eyes to see Claire lying next to me, as naked as she'd fallen asleep after our third fuck last night. "Hey babe, what time is it?"

"Eight. I've gotta shower and get dressed for lectures. Just wanted to let you know where I am, in case you wanted to meet me back here at two when I'm done." She then winked and leaned in for a snog.

I enjoyed her hot lips against mine, putting an arm around her to grab her stunning black ass. "Sounds good. I'll get up with you, get some work done on the house then pick you up."

"Cool. Let me put some clothes out and we're good to go."

I watched her deliberately lay out the sexiest day underwear she could get her hands on and toss me a towel before leading me out of the room and across the corridor to the bathroom. I was horny -- I always was first thing in the morning -- and so was Claire; we were naked under hot steaming water and bathing each other, so sex was imminent.

A five minute shower took fifteen minutes because we lay down in the bath tub under the water and had a sensual yet quick 69er. However, Claire would get to her lectures on time because I dropped her off before moving onto the house. I got out of the car to see a familiar figure by the door.

"Tanya?" I called.

"Hey stranger, been a while since we had some alone time, hasn't it?" she asked, meeting me by the front door for a passionate snog. I let her in and locked us inside. 

"Too long. I'm always fucking Hannah, Mickie, or other non-paying hotties."

"Shame. I didn't even fuck you the other night, you practically fucked everyone else."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said, and slid my hands up the back of her skirt. "I'm mostly here to work, but I'm more than willing to make up for lost time."

"Why are you not soliciting?" she asked, responding to my touch by putting her hands to the buttons of my shirt and beginning to undo it.

"Just fancied a break," I answered, grabbing the zip of her skirt and pulling it down. "I've got plenty of cash, plenty of girls to shag me... and lots of work to do."

Her skirt fell to the ground, followed almost immediately by my shirt. I looked at her crotch. "I know, I'm a slut going commando."

"Only the best women go commando, Paula," I grinned before giving her a quick snog. Putting a hand to her naked, shaven expert pussy that was tight through hard physical exercise away from a street corner, I continued. "It's nice to pull some knickers down, one of the best things in the world is stripping a hot woman, but I do just want to fuck you, so I think its best we're..."

"Stop talking," she interrupted, pressing a hot finger against my experienced lips. "More action, please."

I watched her turn around and bend over, leaning against the nearest wall. "More action coming up."

I undid my jeans and yanked them down with my boxers. Tanya sensually looked at me whilst touching her cunt as I threw my shoes and socks away. Now all I wore was the small amount of bling I owned, and I pressed my hard cock up against Tanya's ass and pussy whilst pulling the hem of her top up and over her head. By the time I was undoing her bra clasp with just my left hand (even more impressive given I'm actually right-handed), my cock was straining for a wet lady hole to slip into, and by the time I tossed Tanya's bra away and started groping her great tits, it had found its way into her wet cunt.

"Argh! Oh baby! Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck me you fucking stud!" she yelled so loudly, I was convinced neighbours could hear, but I didn't care. She had slept with over twelve hundred different men, but she was tight, compassionate and absolutely fantastic.

I bent her over slightly more, grabbed her still by her tits and began banging her harder and harder; upping the pace and force until her screams of pleasure reached the optimum pitch and volume, and then just kept it up. 

Far from making her a bad lover, being a pro made her better just as it had made me better. Sex is all about giving your sexual partner (or partners) all of your attention and the maximum amount of pleasure possible, and being a hooker is like a more concentrated version of that. If you except the odd client who just wants to please you (i.e. an older woman who never married who just wants to suck your cock to swallow her first cum in years), you spend your time pleasing the other person, and to hell with how you feel. 

What this means is that I know all the tricks to lasting during sex, and even though Tanya was absolutely terrific as a lover (as 1200 men and 625 women, with some of them more than once, would make you), and incredibly tight for her age and experience, I could hold on to make her cum once against the wall, put her on the floor and make her cum there, before taking her upstairs to the only bed and making her cum twice more before I pulled out and emptied my balls all over her tits. 

"Does your shower still work?" she asked as I wiped myself clean on her pussy lips.

"Yep, there's some towels in there too. Help yourself."

"Not going to join me?" she winked, stepping out of bed and making naked for the doorway.

I was actually planning on getting straight to work, but damn she was so fucking hot I couldn't really turn her down so I could throw out furniture and carpets could I? "I'm right behind you."

And there I stayed; following her into the shower and washing her dirty ass before becoming so hard I could no longer resist the temptation and fucked it.

Once more she screamed the house down as my hard, big dick slid up her tight, firm ass and I fucked her so hard she came in just minutes, falling over as her legs went weak with the strong orgasm before turning and taking me into her mouth just as I came. 

"Need some help downstairs?" she asked as we walked, hand-in-hand and towels in our other hand, back to the bedroom. 

"Please. I'm just ripping shit out, then I've gotta go pick Claire up from uni and fuck the tits off her."

"Sounds like fun. Think I might join you. Even though she doesn't do girls."

"We can still have a threesome," I pointed out. "And I'm sure once she sees your tits bouncing around as I fuck you, she'll be more than keen to have you."

"Here's hoping."

This was the decrepit house I was in, where the bed was just a mattress on the floor and the shower was about as weak as a kitten that sort of poured water on you like some dude with a jug, rather than shot it at you like an Eastern European police force with a water cannon directed at some rowdy protestors. Still, the bed was comfortable enough for a good shag or three, and the shower did manage to (eventually) get my cum off Tanya's tits, so it wasn't all lost. 

However, it would be the last time that bed and that shower would get used, because it was all ripped out, thrown downstairs and put in a skip that was on the overgrown, weedy front lawn. Tanya asked me what we were supposed to fuck on if we got horny, and that was a very good question. Once I got the place stripped completely down to its bare shell, I'd need to actually furnish it and I hadn't ordered anything yet. 

We went on all morning, getting to the point where another couple of hours would have the job done, and at one, we went to the flat, had sex on my bed and then lunch before leaving to pick Claire up from uni. The idea, despite the house needing more work, was to have a threesome where Tanya and Claire didn't really get involved unless they wanted to, in Claire's or my bedroom. 

Claire got in her room and coyly changed everything -- including underwear -- in front of Tanya and me, before putting on sexy underwear only. Well, at least she tried to, because as she was about to put her fantastic big black bouncing boobs away, Tanya made a move and managed to grope one. And Claire didn't seem to mind!

Success!

My cock grew quickly in my pants as Tanya stroked one of Claire's breasts, occasionally glancing at her reaction to see if she should continue or stop. Claire's facial expression always said 'continue', so Tanya kept upping the ante more and more, step by step.

She placed her other hand on Claire's other tit, and began rubbing her nipples from their always fairly erect state until they were poking almost a centimetre out from her breast. Another glance up prompted Tanya to stop briefly and remove her tops and bra before grabbing Claire's tits again and leaning in to kiss one.

Claire seemed to flinch ever so slightly as a strange female tongue flicked over her left nipple, but as she then smiled in pleasure, Tanya did it again. And again.

And again.

She began thoroughly sucking, licking and kissing both large black boobs before her as I went to stripping both women of the remainder of their clothes. Tanya had been ready to sit by and watch for the duration of the threesome, maybe touching herself up to a couple of orgasms, but now it looked as though I'd be sitting by. And that was, strangely, absolutely fine by me. The beautiful thing about lesbians, or female bisexuals sleeping with one another, was when it was just them and you could sit and enjoy with a beer and your hard knob in your right hand. When you joined in, it was different. Not so good in some ways, much better in others, but different.

Mind you, as much as I liked sitting by and watching, Claire was hot and so was Tanya, even though there was seventeen years between them. It was almost like watching a mother seduce her daughter, or maybe like a lesbian remake of The Graduate but with no academic storyline. 

Claire's ass was as curvy as her tits, and the same went for Tanya. Both were naked by the time Tanya stopped licking Claire's breasts to the point they dripped with her saliva, and presented her boobs for the same oral treatment.

Claire reacted not by licking Tanya's tits, but instead by grabbing her head and giving her the kind of snog some people just dreamed about. It was so hot, I almost came without touching myself, and that was because my hands were otherwise engaged; one hand on each ass, with a finger pressed between their legs and rubbing their pussies. I found Claire's hand on Tanya's pussy, and helped her push a finger inside her first lesbian lover.

Tanya tilted her head back in pleasure, but as soon as she tilted it back, Claire's tongue was straight back down her throat as the sexy student shoved her back onto her bed and mounted her; soon moving her lips to her lover's neck.

As she drew her finger in and out of the vagina she felt, and drew her tongue down over Tanya's breasts and stomach towards her left hand, I drew the cock of my naked body over her asshole and cunt; soon finding myself deep inside her stunning ass.

I spanked her, and this only spurred her on in her horniness. Her head kept moving down Tanya's body and found itself looking at her pussy. After a few coy and cursory little licks, Claire soon began to find herself getting into it; fucking a second finger inside Tanya and eating her out with such wild abandon that I wasn't sure what had been stopping Claire's urges for so long.

She was a woman, and a hot one at that. Given that, Claire had had a lot of oral sex, and so knew what a woman wanted. And so it wasn't surprising that we all came pretty quickly; Claire from my shagging, me giving Claire an anal creampie and Tanya from Claire's cunt-eating technique. 

Claire ascended back up Tanya's body to snog her, but was tossed onto her back before she had the chance. Tanya began snogging her anyway whilst I got myself together, recovered and began getting another hard-on. In just minutes, Tanya stopped giving Claire the most passionate kiss of her life, sucked on her tits for a moment and then began going down on her; smacking her own ass as if to beg me to fuck her up there.

I gently teased her ass open with my wet knob; using my cum from shagging Claire as a lubricant to slipping inside Tanya, and it soon worked. But by the time Claire had cum from the best pussy licking she'd ever had (I wasn't insulted, Tanya was too experienced to not be better than me), Tanya and I were nowhere near done. I wasn't sure what Tanya wanted to do, but after asking Claire, she just continued eating her out.

"What did you think, then?" I asked as Claire and I lay alone in bed. Tanya was in the bathroom freshening up. 

"Fucking amazing," she swooned, cuddling up to me and hooking a naked leg over my naked crotch. "I can start having female clients now."

"From tonight?" I asked.

"Why not? Although I should get a little practice in first."

"Well, Tanya will be more than happy to open her legs, she's a slut like that."

Claire giggled as if turned on by me calling Tanya a slut. "I was thinking more like somebody else," she said.