Chapter 15: Working and sleeping with Angela

From that day on, Angela called me regularly to give ‘massages’ to her supermodel and movie actress clientele. Demand for my services grew and grew. Sometimes she would schedule two sessions a night and another in the morning. I was being paid a ridiculous amount of money by her - so much it was becoming a serious issue. I had rented a bank safe deposit box to hold it, but sooner or later I would have to figure out how to deal with taxes and the like.

It helped that I had finished my Ph.D. within the first month of our arrangement, which meant one less thing to worry about. Focusing on your Ph.D. was tough when you had one mind-blowing sexual encounter after the other. Each ‘client’ was more beautiful than the ones before. I suppose my brain was addicted to the ‘conquest of novelty’. And there was quite a variety of ‘new’: lots of well-known Hollywood actresses, the majority of the European actresses, popular fashion models, plus the up-and-coming yet little-known younger chicks.

Angela explained to me that her agency had started to use my service both as an incentive for its famous clientele and as a perk for its new talent. A few of these strikingly beautiful newcomers had only just passed their 18th birthday and were out on their own for the first time. I broke more than a few virgins’ hymens, turning their first experience into one to cherish for the rest of their lives. Fucking with virgins was something that never gets old, especially not if those virgins were among the European high society of models, influencers, and actresses.

Angela reported that my female clients praised the experience to the skies and were begging for repeat appointments. I had begun sharing 30% of the proceeds with her in recognition of her efficient administrative work. She had happily agreed because organization was her talent, and she could easily fit the work into her day. Normally, she was in charge of hosting various models her employer hired for advertising and photo shoots.

Our relationship became even closer after I had persuaded her to receive a ‘demonstration’ of my massage service. She was well aware of what was in the box, given the number of times she had discovered me asleep in the morning, hugging my sleeping nude client from behind, my cock popping out of the sleeping beauty with a loud plop as she woke me up.

Angela was neither a model nor a famous actress, dressed in conservative business attire and projected this no-nonsense aura. Over time, however, I had realized Angela had a substantial rack hiding under her blouse, and her thin waist and shapely bubble butt attested to a disciplined exercise regimen. She was short compared to the tall models, her head easily passing below my chin, yet she made up for this with an extraordinary amount of energy and a next-door neighbor-like charm. I looked forward to banging this attractive young woman as a welcome change from my usual supernatural model clients.

When she emerged naked from the bathroom, she covered her unexpectedly large D-cup breasts with her hands - apparently shy about their enormous size. I whistled and complimented her until she became more relaxed - even making a shy spin to show off her figure from all sides. I couldn’t help but be impressed by her athletic butt, with a deep cleft between her ass checks that rivaled the gap between her two cantaloupes.

I motioned her to the massage table and began a regular but highly sensual massage until she completely relaxed. Only then would I apply my spiked oil, bringing her arousal to unprecedented levels. She received a dozen orgasms before I finally penetrated her. We continued fucking in various positions for over an hour until her orgasms morphed together into a constant blur. By the time I came deep inside of her, she was so exhausted it took a good part of an hour for her to reCuperfieldate.

From that day on, she understood why the rich actresses accepted my outrageous fees and begged for more appointments. We had established a policy of giving priority to new clients, so repeat bookings were few and far between. Kaia was one of them, tough, booking me every other month. Angela made sure that only attractive young ladies were able to book me - the only exception being Anna Scott, but that would be another story.

My arrangement with Angela also entailed ‘renting’ an annex (or ADU) to her penthouse apartment (with a separate, discreet entrance) so that I would have a private storage space for my growing trophy collection. It also housed my video gear, computer with all the footage, my collection of sex toys, and anything else not meant for public scrutiny. The ‘rent’ was paid in kind in the form of bi-monthly fucking sessions.

Of course, all the booking rules didn’t apply to Francesca, who came to see me several times a month. We developed an intimate connection where the phenomenal sex was just the icing on the cake. While we both respected each other’s primary partners, there was a deep emotional bond between us. You might call it love, I suppose, but it was a unique type of love - more like that with your siblings - unconditional, without jealousy, with no strings attached - simply a wonderful time whenever we were together, no obligations.

We shared many things with each other that we were not able to discuss with our partners. She was the only person I talked about my ‘work’ - if you like to call it that. She always enjoyed hearing my stories and laughed along with me about silly details such as the sound this or that actress made during her climax. No jealousy from her at all, quite the contrary. She appeared to be very proud of me, her virile lover, being able to gratify many other women - perhaps even with a lingering interest in swinging underneath it all?

Francesca was the only person aware of the existence of my videos. She insisted on seeing them, so we ended up watching a lot together. In particular, she enjoyed the one where I fucked her friend Kaia, fingering herself to a powerful orgasm as she watched - unaided by tx34, I must add. It really turned her on to see me screw other girls - because her brain sensed the pleasure I was getting, perhaps also the girl’s joy - plus the intimacy it brought to us sharing such deep secrets. At the time, I did not realize her lingering bi-curiosity.

Of course, we were being increasingly careful with our lovemaking, given how quickly her belly was swelling with our twins. She suspected who had knocked her up thus advised that I use spermicide gel to prevent too many unexplainable pregnancies among my clients. While this was said half-jokingly, I would follow this suggestion - well, at least some of the time, depending on my client’s age and relationship status.