I am thankful that when God was giving out good looks, I wasn't at the end of the queue!
I'm not boasting - I don't need to - I'm just blessed with a good physique. Also, I'm fairly well equipped in the tackle department; eight inches of solid male flesh that, over the years, I've learned to use properly. Just having a big dick isn't enough by itself; to satisfy a woman you must learn to read signs - know what she wants without her asking for it and then put whatever equipment you have to the best possible use. That's what I do. Over the years I've had sex with countless women. I've been to bed for love, for lust, out of sheer frustration or just for something to do. But more recently, I been having sex with women for money.
Occasionally I've used an escort agency, and that's where I met Danny. Don't worry, we're not gay or anything, but we have talked about working together. Danny is a tall, handsome black man originally from Africa. I know he tried many jobs before the agency literally pulled him in off the street, and now he gets more work than any of us. I've heard whispers that he has an extremely large dick and that he knows how to use it. I'm sure that this is true as he has a circle of regular women that pay handsomely for his services and come back time after time.
It was Danny that first mentioned about us working together and so I wasn't completely surprised when I got a call from him in the middle of the afternoon a couple of weeks back.
"Hey, Joel! How you doing, it's Danny here."
Danny's thick, accented voice was unmistakable. I'd have known it anywhere. We chatted idly for a few moments, just sort of shooting the breeze before he broached the subject that was on his mind.
"Listen, Joel, I'll get to the point. I went out with a new client last night. She's not as young as she used to be, but she's still really hot! She took me on no problem - most of the night - and was still looking for more!"
"Sound's like you had a long night, Danny!"
"Yeah. So I told her about you. Suggested that she might like to try both of us together."
I began to become suddenly more interested. "And? What did she say?"
"If your free tonight, brother, then we got ourselves a date! It's worth five hundred to you for the evening! How about it?"
"Five hundred?" I almost shouted down the line, "what's the catch?"
"No real catch. It's just that her old man likes to watch. You okay with that?"
I didn't hesitate. Being watched was nothing new to me and I didn't mind in the slightest. Besides, five hundred was good money for one evening's work; I could take the rest of the week off!
I arranged with Danny to pick him up from his apartment at seven that evening. We'd arrive at the client's house together.
After my shower that afternoon I stood in front of the mirror, naked, and inspected myself. The problem was that I hadn't had sex for three days - even the hot water of the shower had given me a semi erection and my cock swung out in front of me as I stared at my reflection. I had a sudden fear, what if I were to cum too soon and spoil the evening? There was only one thing for it: masturbation.. Using a tube of hand cream on the bathroom shelf I lubed up and started stroking. I looked in the mirror and watched my erection grow, the cool liquid felt good and it was only a few short minutes before I'd released a stream of cum onto the marble floor tiles. I had some cleaning up to do but at least I wouldn't embarrass myself with the client!
Danny and I arrived at our client's house at just before 7pm. Danny smiled at me as I took in the Gothic splendour of the outside - I could see way paying us a total of a thousand would not put a dent in this couple's finances; they were obviously very wealthy.
We were greeted at the door by a suited man in his seventies and I quickly wondered if the client would be the same age. Danny had said she was older, and I didn't mind too much if she was, I was just wondering, really. My unasked questions were answered as we were shown through into the vast lounge room.
The blonde woman sat demurely on the expensive sofa. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and the expensive looking dress that she wore revealed a lot of her creamy white legs and was cut low in the front to display a very ample chest.
The client's husband introduced himself as Paul and his wife as Gloria. Danny and I declined the drinks that he offered, Danny asking politely if we could sit next to Gloria on the sofa. Paul seemed pleased that we wanted to avoid small talk and get down to the task in hand and he nodded his assent as he parked his portly frame in a comfortable armchair and clasped his hands expectantly over his belly.
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Danny led the parade. Sitting on the arm of the sofa he gently kissed the blonde haired woman. His hands cupped her large, soft breasts and eased the fabric of her dress down over the fleshy mounds. I also let my hand wander to a breast and gently squeezed the nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. I looked over at her husband, Paul and was pleased to see him smile his encouragement at me.
Gloria was beginning to moan softly as we stimulated her tits. I felt her hand reach between my legs and squeeze my already hard dick through my suit pants. Looking over at Danny, I could see that her other hand was doing the same to him. Her fingers were delightful as they played with my confined cock and I could feel my erection growing thicker and stronger. Every time she squeezed my shaft, I would pinch her nipple a little harder eliciting a deeper and more intense moan from her each time. I could feel her tight buds begin to swell and throb under my fingers and smiled over at Danny; it was time for us to let her see and touch some hard meat!
