I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives.
This is where I came into the picture. It only took a couple of hours a day to bring these women to their peaks and watch them explode. I made enough cash in an hour to get by for a week. Occasionally I accompanied a client on a weekend getaway or to some benefit or another. But in the hay was where the real money lay.
I had this one client, Tracy Augustine. She was a real knockout with red hair and green eyes to boot. She had a body that made other women turn and take a second look. She was 120 lbs and all legs. Her breasts were small, but perky, they filled a C cup nicely. Tracy had the sexual appetite of a wild animal; she could never seem to get enough. Her husband was CEO of a large women’s retail chain and on his rare trips home, he usually brought her all sorts of sexy undergarments.
She was wearing one of these sexy undergarments at our last meeting. As usual, when I came to her house, I walked around to the back door and let myself in. Her cat Whiskers met me at the door and wrapped herself around my legs. I picked her up and stroked her fur. She purred which such intensity it took my by surprise. I wondered if there was something in the air that caused the females in this house to be so horny.
I put Whiskers down and walked into the kitchen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The kitchen looked as if it had been in a fight with a Julia Childs and lost. Flour was everywhere, coating the cabinets and streaking the walls. The floor was covered in what must have been a whole bag of the stuff. Eggs shells crunched under my feet. I noticed a glob of yolk drip from the sink to floor. Vegetables were strewn everywhere as well, carrots and celery were chopped into little pieces on the sink, and tomatoes marred the stove.
In the middle of this mess, lay Tracy; face down on the table with her ass lifted high into the air, surround by syrups and creams. She wore a lacey green g-string that matched her eyes perfectly, but did little to cover her pouting lips. Her breasts were only partially confined by a half-cut matching bra. I could just make out her nipple as she sucked it into her mouth. My cock sprang to attention at the site of her sprawled before me. She wiggled her ass at me and screamed, “Do me, ram your cock in me now!”
There was little I could do but oblige her. I unzipped my pants and walked up to her, grapping her hips for leverage. Pulling my 8-inch cock out, I moved her g-string aside, lined up to her pussy and slammed into her. She came almost immediately, Her hips bucked and she met me straight on, thrusting into me harder than I thrust into her. She almost knocked me off my feet with the force she was exerting. Her head swung from side-to-side and I noticed her face and tits were coated in flour, eggs and syrup. In her right hand she held a cucumber bigger than my cock. It had to be at least 3-inches round and 10-inches long. “A-ha”, I thought to myself, “she had been priming herself before my visit.”
My thoughts quickly returned to fucking that was going on. Her pussy muscles were strong and she milked my cock like a pro. She held me tight, my strokes became quick and short. My breathing became heavy and I closed my eyes. My hand began to sting and I realized I was slapping her ass with whipping blows. Her handprint radiated on her milky white ass. With each strike she screamed and squeezed my cock tighter. I could feel her pussy quiver and her body began convulsing. Animal cries escaped from her lips. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled out of her and came in great shooting heaps across her back and ass. I came so hard I saw stars. I thought I would pass out. I held onto the table for support, gasping for air. She lay on the table, trembling, shaking her ass at the air as if she were still fucking. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her over. Her breathing was shallow and I watched her chest heave. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Those green emeralds danced in a seductive invitation that told me she wasn’t through yet. I leaned over her and took an exposed pink nipple into my mouth. She climaxed again as I bit into her flesh.
I spent over 2 hours at her place, licking and sucking every inch of her body and fucking nearly every orifice she had. I came at least 3 times and she must have reached orgasm a world record number of times. By the time we finished, she was coated in sweat, spunk and various foods. I even had the pleasure of fucking her twat with that enormous cucumber while she deep throated my cock.
I put my clothes on and stumbled out the back door, envelope in hand with my days pay. I was glad she was my only client for the day. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to get it up again for at least 24 hours.
As I turned my car ignition on, a dark sedan pulled up behind me and a very large and attractive man stepped out. I never really looked at men, but he was extremely noticeable and one would have to be blind to not acknowledge how sexy he looked in his hip hugging jeans and polo shirt with sinewy muscled arms rounding out wide shoulders and a strong chest. I tore my eyes away from his physique; stunned by my own drooling and watched as he used a key to enter the very same house I had just left. I let out a low whistle and said to myself, “ Hello Mr. Augustine”.
I had left Tracy cuddled up on the floor recovering with that damn cucumber still in her pussy. At that moment I wished I were a fly on the wall so that I could hear her explain why the kitchen was torn to shreds and she was covered with spunk with a cucumber in her. However, as much as I wanted to hear this, I remembered how big her husband was and floored it until I was about 3 blocks away.
I went home to clean up and get some sleep. I stripped off all my clothes and ran the water to get the shower hot. I took a look at myself in the full-length mirror I kept in my bedroom. I knew I was an attractive guy; it helped when you were in my line of work. I had shoulder length naturally honey-blond hair. My eyes were clear blue as the sky. My friends would sometime joke that they knew when I was angry because of the storm that developed in my eyes. My teeth and were even and with the help of a dentist, kept pearly white. Living in southern California, my skin always maintained a deep tan. At 5”11 and 156 lbs, I was lean but not skinny. My body sported muscles in all the right places.
I admired myself for a while before stepping into the shower and letting the hot water do its work. My body ached and I smiled to myself. Tracy was surely the best fuck I had ever encountered. I closed my eyes and relived the last few hours. Stroking my body languidly, I was surprised when I realized my cock had sprung into action. “Down boy,” I murmured. I turned the water until it was freezing cold and forced myself stand there and endure for nearly 5 minutes.
After my shower, I dried myself off and padded naked into the kitchen. My refrigerator was full of fruit and vegetables and my cabinets overflowed with healthy snack foods. I wasn’t in the mood to cook anything, so I grabbed a box of Special K from atop the refrigerator and poured myself a big bowl of cereal. When I finished eating, I cleaned my bowl and put it away. I yawned a few times and soon retired to my room. I looked at the clock on my nightstand just before I drifted off and saw it was only 7:30 PM.
