One of the benefits of my profession is that IF you are good and you are diligent you are rewarded by notoriety and money. The notoriety is good for the ego but the money is good for every thing else. Over the years I have built quite a large book of business here in the States, the EU and England. And since I am willing to travel for business, so long as the client is paying the tab, I will do business any where, particularly when it means I can get away from the normal hum drum for a month or two.
Such was what I refer to as my London adventure starting in April of 2022. The case was exceptionally interesting as it had lingering shades of gray associated with the exit of Great Britain from the EU. The intricacies are really not too important here, but what is important is I was going to have an opportunity to enjoy "continental" men. I make this note as I find European men immensely interesting and sexy as hell. Not that they are any better looking than American men but a greater percentage of European men are not cut, I love to play with foreskin. Mark is uncut .... And magnificent when fully aroused.
Our firm maintains offices in the Shard in the fashionable south east part of the city. The views from the 32 floor are nothing short of spectacular. As you look out from the comfort of the modern high rise you can literally see history in every direction. As an office building it is impressive and architecturally interesting, hence why we maintain our London offices there. Also in the same building is the Shangri-La Hotel, occupying 19 floors with the same magnificent views of the city that our offices enjoy. When I come to London I always stay with the Shangri-La for the views, of course, but more for the floor to ceiling windows adorning every room. You have access to shades to block prying eyes, but I find there is no reason to "hide" when you are enjoying the city and all it has to offer.
A few years ago, while traveling with Mark on business, we went to a beautiful estate in Surrey where one of his Stanford friends had settled. He and his husband had a beautiful home, an estate actually, and held wonderful "fancy dress" parties which I can tell you from personal experience usually devolved into nothing more than massive orgies. Mark and my stay in Surrey at Pepper Place was both restful and invigorating to us separately and as a couple. He has asked me to marry him on several occasions, but I can't see the purpose of tying myself to one man, particularly when he enjoys "Strange cock" on a regular basis almost as much as I - almost. So we go through the theater of being a "couple" with all of the trappings and none of the jewelry.
The week at Pepper Place was supposed to be restful and we had the promise of the "Fancy Dress" party on the weekend. "Fancy Dress" is a term that in the States would be rendered as "Costume Party" you dress as you choose, sometimes along a theme, as do your fellow party goers. This party was stated as a house party with guests staying at the house in rooms and cottages nearby. I think this property is what gave Mark the inspiration for his property in Georgia, Big house with smaller satellite cabins. We arrived on a Thursday afternoon and, with the help of the staff, settled into our room. Large for continental standards with a king sized bed and en suite bath. We were mere steps away from a shared lounge, the solarium and a beautiful garden with a traditional privet hedge maze. The maze had "sitting alcoves" where one, or two, could sit and "contemplate" the day, or one another.
With Harry and Miles, our hosts, otherwise occupied we took that opportunity to wander the house and the grounds naturally finding our way to the maze. We entered the maze and found it liberating to be out of the eyesight of the staff. As we make the third corner we came upon a "sitting alcove" I sat and Mark towered over me smiling and then he leaned over and kissed me. Not the "husbandly peck" but the impassioned non-verbal questioning that couples develop. I stand and we continue to kiss and embrace, his hands are all over my body as are mine on his. I firmly cup his crotch and find him at full staff, as I squeeze he moans into my mouth and tilts his head back breaking our kiss.
I look Mark in the eyes and press on his shoulders directing him to kneel as I wanted what every weary traveler wants, head. He dutifully kneels and looks up at me smiling and removed my shoes and socks, followed by my pants and undergarments. Standing before him I hold his head and guide him to my now throbbing cock. He engulfs me to the hilt in one deeply satisfying motion, he has no issue taking me deep as he has become accustomed to my cock during the daily morning oral sex wake up pleasuring he enjoys giving me so much. As he sucks me I hold his head and continue to enjoy his mouth, marveling at his mastery of my flesh as it slides into and out of his warm mouth. He hums, he enjoys his work, and I thrust appreciatively as he continues to suck. I lift his chin and direct him to stand, which he does dutifully, and I remove his clothes and then the rest of my own. I direct him to kneel bent over on the marble bench and "present himself to me", which he does dutifully, beautifully. His gorgeous round bottom perfect in proportion and firmness, his cleavage is breath taking and the gentle separation of his magnificent globes reveals his beautiful rosebud anus. I kneel behind him and taste him, lavishing my tongue upon his sweet puckered hole. As I circle his opening I can see and feel his anus throb telling me that he is ready, willing and able to take me.
I stand behind him and spit on my cock and slowly slip into Mark in the dance of love only two men do to perfection. I watch mesmerized as I disappear into him inch by inch. I feel a deep sense of satisfaction as he groans lowly as my balls contact his spread ass cheeks. I have been here, in this ass, many many times but no matter how many times he is always a thrill to penetrate, to enjoy, to breed, to be possessed by ME. We pick up a common rhythm born of many encounters, many times of me taking my pleasure from this body, I have grown to know so well, a body that he has given to me so freely so many times. "Yes", I think to myself, "this is MY pussy to fuck", all mine.
As we build to mutual orgasm we have abandoned all pretense of decorum and are openly and animalistically and very loudly, fucking. You could clearly hear the moans of pleasure, the slapping of ball to ball contact, the slapping of thigh to ass. Then it happened, I feel his anus spasm and throb as he presses back on me hard over and over again. I cover him and reach around taking his cock in my hand stroking him until he spews rope after rope of cum on the cool marble bench he is kneeling on. I move my hands to his shoulders and pull him to me in rhythm to my thrusts and groan in pleasure as I fill my "mate" with my semen. I hold him still as I continue to thrust into him even after my orgasm has subsided. I slap his ass hard, leaving a hand print on his smooth skin, "That was good, Thank you. "Now, clean up your mess from the bench"
Mark as a dutiful bottom licked up his cum from the bench. As he licked up his mess I knelt behind him and tasted my handiwork as it flowed form his well enjoyed and gaping ass. Nothing like a warm cream pie after a good fuck. We stand up together and share a kiss mingling the semen in our mouths, as our bodies rub and cocks caress one another. My cock stiffens again and I know I want him again, I also know he will need a few minutes to get back in the mood. We gather our clothes and stroll from the privet hedge naked, hand in hand with our bundles of clothes in our arms. We retrace our steps back through the solarium to our rooms and start a shower for us to enjoy together.
After we finish our shower, a short one in the country as hot water is at a premium, and dress in light clothing and proceed to the shared lounge. Harry and Miles are already sitting and trying to appear they are reading. I say "appear" as Miles' book is wrong side up and both are smirking. I sit on the lounge sofa with Miles and ask "what is so funny"? Miles avoids my eyes and looks at Harry and smiles again. With that I push Miles over and climb on top of him. We are lying face to face and I can feel his cock long and hard under me. I thrust against him rubbing our bodies and cocks together staring him in the face demanding he tell me what is so funny. He stops smiling and parts his legs allowing me to lay between his legs as we thrust together, he takes hold of my head and kisses me. Harry asks Mark if he would like a drink, which he pours for each of them. They sit together and drink as Miles and I make out on the sofa. "They look good together don't they?"
"Yes, they do."
"I wonder if they will put on a display for us."
"I would think they would ask permission before such a BOLD act, wouldn't you?"
