Hello, and the first thing to say is a big thank you to those readers who contacted me with such great feedback. I responded personally to almost all of you but several of you decided to stay anonymous so my thanks here is especially aimed at you.
I have the sense that these stories are becoming more like blog posts and I notice that there are lots of blogs around that are authored by sex workers. Be that as it may, rather than get involved with blogging, I will try to keep writing here at Literotica for as long as the positive response continues.
In whatever business, they say it takes around two years to become established. In some ways that has been my experience, not so much in building up a client base (that happened sooner than I expected) as in having a network of contacts in the same line of work. For a while, a number of them have been getting together, perhaps once a month, and I have now joined the group. The topics of conversation will usually include police activity, nosey neighbours and troublesome clients. Since we all operate privately and discretely, none of us have had problems with the police, who concentrate on the downtown street girls and those involved in drug dealing, but you never know what might happen in the future. Through these get-togethers, I have met two ladies with whom I have had the opportunity to do double acts, that is to say, both of us entertaining one client. But the one thing which is never discussed is money, even though we would all like to know who is charging what and how much are they making; it is one of those elephants in the room.
I have also met the lady who runs the main escort agency in the area; I'll call her Laura, an ex-escort herself. She is roughly my age and fully understands the kind of things I offer. The other "girls" (I put that in quotes because the light would have to be pretty dim before I was taken for a girl), who have worked for her say she is very careful about vetting clients and that has been my experience as well. She has put several my way when I have been free, all of them outcalls to 4 or 5 star hotels and all of them to upmarket guys. Let me tell you about the most recent.
He'd told Laura that he would like me to wear fishnets, heels and a short skirt, so she had to explain to him that, since he was staying in a resort hotel, I would look far too conspicuous on a Thursday afternoon but I would be happy to change into something when I got to his room. He'd said in that case, just fishnets and heels, and nothing else.
That Thursday was a beautiful sunny day but not too hot and humid and, as I wandered through the grounds of the hotel looking for his room in one of the many accommodation blocks, I would have much preferred to join the other guests by the pool. But business is business.
He greeted me wearing one of the hotel's white cotton bath robes, invited me in and offered me a drink. He was a 30-something Englishman, much younger than my usual clients, quite good looking, well-spoken and here on the coast on business. Best of all, he was very straightforward in asking for what he wanted. Just as Laura had briefed me, he said he'd been away from home for a week and was feeling lonely. Rather than jerk-off on his own, he thought it would be good to get some help and wanted a session with someone like me because older women were more understanding. He didn't want straight sex because he didn't want to be unfaithful to his wife. (Everybody has their own sense of what constitutes infidelity though it does seem to oscillate with context.)
I think he would have liked to talk for a while but I reminded him that time was passing and perhaps he would like me to get changed. He didn't have any objections so I grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. I noticed that the shower was wet so he had recently used it which is usually a good sign. When I re-appeared he was on the bed, lying back against the headboard, naked. The conversation went something like this:
Client: Wow, I've never seen someone small and dark in the nude before. My wife is tall and blond.
Me: Perhaps it's nice to have a change.
C: Yes, and she never wears fishnets for me.
Me: What a shame. I wonder why not.
C: She says that I ought to take her as she is.
Me: Oh, well ...
C: Would you turn around for me?
Me: Yes, of course.
C: Would you mind bending over?
Me: You mean like this.
C: Wow, you are amazing. My wife would never do that. Do you like my dick?
Me: It's getting big – nice!
C: My wife likes it too.
And so it went on: how she never used oil on his cock; how she would give up if he took more than a few minutes; how she didn't like him cumming on her tits ...
As well as guilt, another elephant in the room that I often encounter is insecurity, specifically (surprise, surprise) in regard to penis size. Many of my clients are getting on in years and they have difficulties with erections – that is why they come to me, as I have explained in earlier stories. For them, I can well understand and sympathize with their feelings of frustration and I go out of my way to show them that it isn't the end of the world.
With clients who don't have erection problems and those that respond well to Viagra, I can't think of a single one who hasn't asked me, in one way or another, whether or not their cock was big enough. Even that Englishman, who had a good 17 or 18 centimetres (7 inches), asked the question, though with him I think it was more in the manner of a boast.
Now, I fully realise that my clients know that I have had a good many men through my hands (in a manner of speaking) and therefore a lot of experience on which to base judgements. Also, I understand that, for many men, cock size relates to their perceived sense of masculinity and so, of course, I always find something complimentary to tell them about their equipment. If I feel that I have some rapport with the client, I will add that average works fine because it's who the cock is attached to that makes the difference. I will add here for you, dear reader, that, if I'd had that Englishman inside me, I'd have been angling my hips such that he had limited penetration, otherwise he would have "bottomed out" which is really not a good feeling.
So, if you wish to know why, for most women, bigger is not better, then get to know about female anatomy – it's all on the internet if you look in the right places.
I've written about money, guilt and insecurity and now for the matter of premature aging. It has often seemed to me that some people adapt the way they behave in ways that they somehow believe are appropriate for their age. I think it is often the case with my older clients and I have always felt like challenging them about it because they seem to be making themselves age unnecessarily. Then, quite recently, I found an article about some research that was done in 1979 by a psychologist called Ellen Langer. Briefly, she discovered that, by taking older men back in time in their minds, it had a positive effect on both their psychology and physiology. This simple concept is something I've been using with some of my clients and I have the sense that there are some positive results, though the only hard evidence is what I feel in their cocks. The best way to explain is to give you an example about a certain client and what he told me about his encounter with the lady from the accounts department, as well as I can recall it.
Me (fondling client's cock): Would you like to tell me about the best sex you ever had?
Client: There's been a few that would qualify.
