Chapter 15: Working and sleeping with Angela

From that day on, Angela called me regularly to give “massages” to her clientele of supermodels and movie actresses. The demand for my services grew and grew. Sometimes she would schedule two sessions a night and another in the morning.

My official girlfriend, Susan, had recently given birth to our first set of twins, so she was okay with our sex life being cut back due to the many nights I was out of town.

She was paying me a ridiculous amount of money - so much that it was becoming a serious problem. 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 such.

It helped that I had finished my Ph.D. within the first month of our arrangement, which meant one less thing to worry about. It would have been hard to concentrate on your Ph.D. when you were having one amazing sexual encounter after another.

Each “client” was more beautiful than the one before. I guess my brain was addicted to the ‘conquest of novelty’. And there was a lot of ‘novelty’: many well-known Hollywood actresses, most of the European actresses, popular fashion models, plus the up-and-coming but little-known younger chicks.

Angela explained to me that her agency had started using my service as an incentive for their famous clients as well as a perk for their new talent. Some of these strikingly beautiful newcomers had just turned 18 and were out on their own for the first time.

I broke more than a few virgins’ hymens, turning their first experience into one they would cherish for the rest of their lives. Fucking virgins was something that never got old, especially when those virgins were part of the European high society of models, influencers and actresses.

Angela reported that my female clients praised the experience to the skies and begged 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 gift, and she could easily fit the work into her day. She usually oversaw the hosting of various models her employer hired for advertising and photo shoots.

Our relationship became even closer after I persuaded her to receive a “demonstration” of my massage service. She was well aware of what was in the box, as she had often found me asleep in the morning, embracing my naked client from behind, my cock popping out of the sleeping beauty with a loud thud when she woke me up.

Neither a model nor a famous actress, Angela dressed in conservative business attire and projected this no-nonsense aura. Over time, however, I had come to realize that Angela had a substantial rack hiding under her blouse, and her thin waist and shapely bubble butt testified to a disciplined exercise regimen. She was short compared to the tall models, her head easily passing under my chin, but she made up for it with an extraordinary amount of energy and next-door neighbor 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 surprisingly large D-cup breasts with her hands, apparently embarrassed by their enormous size. I whistled and complimented her until she became more relaxed - even making a shy turn to show off her figure from all sides. I couldn’t help but be impressed by her athletic butt, with a gap between her ass cheeks that rivaled the gap between her two cantaloupes in depth.

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

From that day on, she understood why the rich actresses accepted my outrageous fees and begged for more appointments. We had 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 could book me - the one exception being Anna Scott, but that is another story.

My arrangement with Angela also included “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 equipment, my computer with all the footage, my collection of sex toys, and anything else not meant for public view. 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 visited me several times a month. We developed an intimate relationship 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 connection between us. You could call it love, I suppose, but it was a unique kind of love - more like that with your siblings - unconditional, no jealousy, no strings attached - just a wonderful time whenever we were together, no obligations.

We shared many things with each other that we could not discuss with our partners. She was the only person I talked to about my “work” - if you want to call it that. She always enjoyed hearing my stories and laughing with me about silly details like the sound this or that actress made during her climax. She was not jealous at all, quite the opposite. She seemed to be very proud of me, her virile lover, who was able to satisfy many other women - perhaps even with a lingering interest in swinging underneath it all?

Francesca was the only person who knew of the existence of my videos. She insisted on seeing them, so we ended up watching a lot of them together. She particularly enjoyed the one where I fucked her friend Kaia, fingering herself to a powerful orgasm as she watched - unaided by tx34, I might add. It really turned her on to see me screw other girls - because her brain sensed the pleasure I was getting, plus the intimacy it brought to us sharing such deep secrets.

More than once, I felt I had discovered a deeply hidden, lingering bi-curiosity. The close-ups of a pussy, the ecstatic expression on my clients’ faces during orgasm, or the shots of my hands on their tits or ass, never failed to cause the muscles in Francesca’s vagina to contract.

Of course, we were increasingly careful with our lovemaking, considering how quickly her belly was swelling with our twins. She suspected who had impregnated her and suggested that I use spermicide gel to prevent too many unexplained pregnancies among my clients. While this was only half-joking, I would follow this suggestion - well, some of the time, depending on my client’s age and relationship status.