Chapter 1

The grip of her delicious cunt was still wonderfully tight, but because she had already cum three times, my cock could still pump her hard, pulling right out of her slick fanny and then sliding right in until my pubic bone slammed against hers - God, she is such a sensational fuck!

She was on her hands and knees, her tight brown bum hole towards me and she groaned with pleasure every time I slammed into her hot cunt. “Now, Simon, come with me, I’m coming again, please!” she groaned in a husky voice.

“Only if you promise to tell me about last night,” I answered. “You bastard!” she shouted, “you take me to the fucking edge and now you bloody blackmail me. I need to cum – Oh God, I promise, I promise, I promise – please now fuck my brains out!”

Immediately I increased the pace and her hips rose and fell frantically and her lovely cunt muscles tightly squeezed my cock as her climactic orgasm approached – and I timed my release so that my jets of spunk pumped into her just as the walls of her sex trembled and she squealed in pleasure as wave after wave of her orgasm flowed through her like electricity.

About five minutes later I was lying on my back and she lay beside me, her head resting on my chest and her hand gently fondling my emptied balls sac. “Time for your report, darling,” I murmured.

“Well, as you know, Sir Thomas Dunblane has become a fairly regular client of mine, but a few weeks ago he asked me if I would be willing to be an 17th birthday present for his twin sons! Apparently his father had done the same thing for him, and he believed it to be important that a young man’s first fuck should be with a skilled courtesan. So he arranged for me to meet his sons, William & Charles on Friday night for their virgin fucks.”

Perhaps I had better explain.

Joanne and I had been married three years, but unlike most couples, the sex had got better and more energetic the longer the marriage had gone on. She remains the slim petite girl with the elfin haircut I met four years ago – the only change has been the amazing improvement in her sexual performance in that time. When we had first met, I was already supplementing my living as a financier by being a professional stud. Joanne knew this from the outset, and being a clever young woman with a good job with an international bank, she declared, on the day we got engaged, that she wanted me to continue to earn the generous extra income that I obtained as a stud. However, as she sat naked on top of me with my cock in her tight young pussy, she agreed to my proposal only on the condition that I was always to tell her all the details of my encounters. She was fascinated and not at all jealous, and insisted that I teach her all the tricks that I had used to pleasure my clients.

Within a couple of years of our marriage, she was the most talented and erotic lover any man could wish for.

She had always said that my cock was the only sexual pleasure she wanted, but that Sunday morning, as we lay in bed with my spunk dripping out of her cunt after a morning of wonderful sex, I told her that she could earn twice as much as me if she would like to join me as a couple.

She thought about it for a few minutes, and to my great surprise said, “OK, let’s try it and see. But one or two rules first before we start. We will offer ourselves as a couple, but will never mention we are married – we will advertise ourselves as fuck buddies who just meet up for pleasure. We will only be available for an all-night bookings – if I am going to sell my body like this, it will have to be worthwhile – I know you have the contacts to arrange this for us. And thirdly, and this is important, if I find that I enjoy myself, I might choose to go solo as well – and you will be as happy for me as I am for you – and I will tell you every detail of what I do. Agreed?”

By the time she had finished her list, my erection was pressing on her sex lips. “Wonderful, darling, of course I agree.” With that I pushed into her and she whimpered as my bell-end pushed its way into her tight cunt.

Over the years as a stud, I had made many contacts in Central London, and no longer had to advertise my services. Many of my bookings were repeat bookings, or came from personal recommendations of satisfied women clients to their friends. The other important contacts were the concierges from many of the grand hotels in London. I had discovered that these people were frequently asked by wealthy hotel guests if they could make suitable up-market but discreet arrangements for their guests, and provided I made it worth their while, they were only too happy to suggest my services.

I therefore made the rounds of these contacts and told them that I was now able to provide the services of myself and a high-quality and discreet young female companion for overnight bookings, and was therefore unsurprised when I had a call only the next day from the concierge at a Park Lane hotel that I regularly visited asking if my companion and I would be free to join one of their best clients from Holland who were staying in their penthouse suite. He had arranged the booking for that Friday night, to arrive at 10pm - breakfast would be served in their suite at 9am. My overnight rate was £1,000, and so I had set our combined rate at £3,000, but my contact had negotiated the combined rate at £4,000 given the length of our stay.

That Friday I arranged for a chauffeur-driven car to pick us up in West London to take us to the hotel. I always did this, as it impressed the staff who always treated you with more deference as a result. We arrived right on time, and once in reception we moved to the desk of the concierge who smiled as we approached.

“Good evening, Mr Thomas,” he said, using my standard ‘nom de sex’.

“Good evening, Charles,” I replied. “Let me introduce my friend Joanne Templar, who has been looking forward to meeting you - I have told her much of your kindness to me.” Joanne had chosen ‘Templar’ as her ‘nom de sex’, in honour of the fictional Simon Templar, aka The Saint!

“I am delighted to meet you, Miss Templar.

As Mr Thomas’s friend, you are always welcome in this hotel. Please let me know if I can be of service to you at any time.”

I took an envelope out of my pocket and gave it to him. “I would be grateful if you would look after these documents for me Charles?”

“Certainly, Mr Thomas, no problem at all.” He slipped the envelope into his pocket, and we both knew that I would not see the envelope containing his fee - £400 – again. “Mr and Mrs van Dreeben are expecting you in their suite. Please follow me.” He led us to the lifts and using his swipe card, released the private lift which went only to the penthouse suite. “Have a pleasant evening,” he said with a smile.

In a few seconds the lift doors opened again directly into the luxurious flat, and our clients were moving to greet us. They were an elegant couple, probably in their early-30s. The husband, who was tall, about 6’4”, introduced himself as Chris and then introduced his wife as Helena. She was certainly over 6’ tall, blonde hair and a magnificent body that looked like she was a model. She towered over Joanne who is only 5’3”, but immediately reached out and drew Joanne to her and kissed her directly on the lips. Chris indicated that they already had a bottle of champagne and glasses ready poured, and so we sat and started to chat.

We soon learned that she was an international fashion model and he owned and ran his own hi-tech company selling electronics to the aircraft industry. Naturally their English was perfect and they explained that, although they were regular swingers back in Holland, this was their first trip to London together, and a female friend of theirs in their swingers group had recommended me after a meeting a few weeks ago. When the concierge mentioned that we were now available as a duo, they knew they had to meet us.

After we had chatted for about half an hour, Helena stood up and announced that she and Joanne were going to the bedroom to get to know one another and that we would be welcome to join them in 30 minutes time.

Whilst we were alone, Chris asked if Joanne had any limits or preferences sexually, and I assured him that she was only too happy to enjoy everything except pain and watersports, and that he would find her an enthusiastic lover with virtually unlimited stamina. I certainly didn’t mention that this was her first time in bed with anyone but me, and that her only experience was based on my descriptions of sex with my clients. While we sat there, Chris casually passed me a large envelope with our fee in which I counted - luckily it was in £50 notes and didn’t take too long!

I said that I was really looking forward to pleasuring Helena, and he suggested that she particularly wanted to experience DP which she had not tried before, but she would also want to spend quite a lot of time with Joanne as she was particularly bi-sexual. He and Helena lived just outside Amsterdam, but they kept a place in Central Amsterdam where she regularly met with her lesbian and MILF friends for individual encounters or parties. Chris suggested that if Helena enjoyed Joanne then there was every possibility that she would be invited to come to Holland for the pleasure of Helena and her friends.

By now a pleasant half hour had passed and Chris suggested we see how the girls were getting on so we walked down the corridor to the vast bedroom. Leading across the floor of the bedroom towards the bed was a trail of discarded female clothing. The bedroom had plate glass windows on three sides with views across Hyde Park and Park Lane – perfectly clear views as Helena had not bothered to close any curtains. In the centre of the room was a dais with an enormous bed on it, at least eight feet square, and in the middle of the bed, stark naked, were our two beautiful wives pleasuring each other.

They were totally engrossed in their mutual pleasure, so Chris put his finger to his lips and indicated that we should undress.

Once undressed I could see that, although his cock was not yet erect, it was no more than an average 6-7” long, so I knew that Joanne would be able to pleasure him all night if necessary. Although my own was only an inch or two longer, I knew from experience that it was its wide diameter that gave all my clients the pleasure that ensured my reputation with my clients and their friends.

When naked we sat in the armchairs on the other side of the room and watched the women. Helena was spread-eagled on her back on the bed with Jo kneeling between her legs with her mouth firmly clamped onto Helena’s pussy. Helena was tall and slim, but her crowning glories were her magnificent breasts which Joanne was massaging with both hands as she pleasured her lover with her mouth. As we sat naked watching them, Helena reached her climax and thrashed wildly so we could see the stream of juice flow into Joanne’s mouth.

However, the view of Joanne’s tight young bum facing him was too much for Chris who moved forward and took hold of her buttocks. With one quick move he was in her – she squealed as he pressed forward but immediately, she started to rock with him. Helena looked at me and her eyes widened with pleasure at the sight of my cock which was now fully engorged and ready for action. She slid out from under Joanne and indicated for me to come to her. She made me kneel in front of Joanne and at the same time she took hold of Jo’s hair and lifted her face so I could slide my cock into her mouth. For a woman to whom all of this was new territory, Joanne gave a brilliant demonstration of a lover enjoying being spit roasted. Helena came and lay alongside me and her fingers slid around my balls as she gently massaged them with the other hand playing with my anus – a wonderful combination.

As usual, Joanne’s technique for giving me a blowjob was truly magnificent – I had taught her how to do it and none of my clients had ever given me such pleasure.

But she was starting to lose the rhythm as Chris pumped faster and faster into her upturned cunt. Suddenly Helena slid off the bed and moved beside her husband, and called out, “Come on Joanne, move that bloody arse of yours and fuck him harder!” No sooner had she said this than I saw her swing her hand, hard, and hit Joanne on her buttock three times, then moved to the other side and repeated thee blows on the other buttock. As she did this Chris increased the pace and I pulled my cock out of Joanne’s mouth and she squealed in pleasure as she and Chris orgasmed together.

I stood up and moved towards Helena, took her arm and spun her round and led her out to the lounge. Although she had dominated my wife, I suspected she would be happy to have the tables turned on her. As we passed my pile of clothes, I quickly pulled pair of leather handcuffs out of my jacket pocket and, pinning her arms behind her back, quickly clipped her wrists together behind her back. I led her to the sofa and pushed her down on her back and took her ankles and pushed her legs right back so they were touching her ears – she was now perfectly displayed with her sex lips ready for me to penetrate her to the deepest level possible.