My name is John, and I have an unusual job. I won't go into the details of how I got this job (That's a story for another day), but I've been doing it for the past 15 years and I've built up quite a client base.
Some would describe my job as a relaxation consultant, or a very personal masseuse. But, in essence, my job is to sexually satisfy my clients who, for some reason or another, choose to avail themselves of my services.
I have many tales, but I thought I'd start with one of my favorites. This happened about a year ago. I received a call from a young actress named Emma Watson. She had heard of my services through a friend of mine, and though a bit skeptical, had wanted to hire me as a surprise for one of her friends. Her friend has just finished shooting the third season for the TV show she was in, and Emma thought this would make a great gift to mark the occasion.
I can't imagine that any guy would turn down a request from beautiful Emma Watson, especially after finding out who her friend was, but I played it cool, negotiated my fee and set the date. Another of her friends would be present too, which made me even happier (and not just because that bumped up my fee!)
A week later, I turned up at the house, a typically large Beverly Hills mansion. It was around 6am, because this was going to be a wakeup surprise. I texted Emma to let me in, and got an immediate response that the door was open. Emma was very well organized. We had run through the plan several times over the phone in the days from the first call and today.
I let myself in and shut the door. I looked around the classy looking living room. Black leather couch, large TV, spotlessly cleaned. I was about to text Emma to ask where she was, when I saw her coming down the stairs and my jaw dropped. Emma Watson slowly descended, the absolute picture of elegance. She was wearing a matching set of a light pink frilly bra, silk panties and pink heels. Her slim figure was on full display. She tossed back her brown curls and looked at me critically.
"Hmmm... I hope you're as good as they say." Emma said, sounding unconvinced.
"Looks good to me." said another sultry voice. A new figure sauntered casually down the stairs. I recognized her immediately. Katrina Bowden, of 30 Rock. The blonde beauty looked even better in real life. Her style contrasted with Emma, wearing only a tight fighting white t-shirt, stretched to barely cover her ass. I thought I could see a tiny patch of blonde pussy hair peeking out of the bottom. "I think he'll do just fine..." she purred as she came up to me. "But lets take a look anyway?"
She slid her hand up and down my crotch to get me hard, but she didn't need to. One look at these girls would get anyone rock hard in seconds. "Take off his pants." Emma commanded, all business. Katrina slid off my belt and dropped my pants in one fluid motion. This girl was definitely experienced!
"Wow..." Katrina said, admiring my cock. "That is nice." She stared at it while stroking it, licking her lips thoughtfully.
"Katrina! He's Molly's gift, not yours! And we're going to wake her up if we keep talking." Emma scolded, though I noticed that she never took her eyes off my dick the whole time. She then marched up and tenderly put her hand around my erection.
"Come up, we're going upstairs.... Remember the plan?"
"Absolutely - I'm primed and ready." I winked at Katrina, who smiled back at me. Emma led me upstairs to the bedroom. It was a tastefully decorated bedroom. A lot of wood, with a large king size bed. And lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully, was the star of this little party. Molly Quinn, the redheaded teenage star of Castle. And honestly, the other 2 beauties in the room didn't compare to her. She was wearing a naughty black bra and panties, but despite this she looked like a completely innocent angel. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed. Her body was incredible. Smooth, slim legs and a small but very perky set of breasts. Her hard nipples poked through the soft fabric of her bra. I stood for a minute, just taking in the sight of her gorgeous face, her red hair falling slightly across it. She may have been the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, and I'd seen many.
Emma led me across to where she was laying and I stood in front of her. Emma was on my left, Katrina on my right and they both put a hand on my cock and started stroking. The feel of their hands was great, and I put one hand on Katrina's athletic, tight butt and the other one Emma's equally great ass and started rubbing. Emma had her tongue out and a look of concentration on her face and she and Katrina stroked me. Katrina casually turned to me and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Normally, I'd be able to resist cumming from a handjob for a long time, but the sight of Molly Quinn, the feel of the two young actresses asses and their, franky, very skilled handjobs was getting me ready to fire very quickly.
"Its close..." I murmured to Emma. "Here we go!" she whispered back with the first smile I'd seen on her face. She and Katrina pointed my cock at Molly's face and I came, a long thick strand of gooey cum shooting directly on to Molly's sleeping face. She woke up with a shock as more stream arced out of cock and landed on her face and knock.
"What ...?" she said sleepily as she lifted her hand up to her face to feel what had landed there.
"Surprise!" Emma and Katrina shouted. "We knew you'd been thinking of hiring John here, but were too nervous about it, so we got him for you."
