Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

The houseboat video shoot was also highly successful.

The three other women were aged between Jilly and Gail’s ages, so it gave a good cross-section of feminine sexuality and sensuality to the nudist experience.

We were all naked for the whole three days and at night as we relaxed after a day of myriad activities many inhibitions were released over a bottle or three of red and white wine.

Needless to say, the ‘out-takes’ from the video shoot were not publishable in a G-rated video.

Two of the other models on the houseboat were regular escort clients of mine. While the other one, was another of my models for the magazine, who had become one of the few close female friends I had made from my various businesses.

We all got on very well together, which I was initially concerned about. With five different personalities thrust into a confined space and in erotic situations, could well have been a recipe for disaster.

Sensual energy was high the whole time and in the still of each evening, I was able to offer sexual solace to satisfy raging hormones, mine included. It made for some funny ‘Benny Hill’ moments as I dashed from stateroom to stateroom answering the ‘calls of nature’ that were requested prior to bedtime.

Everyone was aware of and appreciated the situation with the other women on board but there were no petty jealousies or bitchiness. The fact that everyone knew I fucked women as a profession stopped any ‘silly’ possessive nonsense from emerging. They just appreciated that I could adequately satisfy everyone without favour.

I didn’t get much sleep – and didn’t care!

Working as a male escort open my perspective to all sorts of personalities.

When I began in a large country regional area, my clients were mostly of similar characteristics. They were women who had relocated to the country from a capital city, usually Sydney or Melbourne, with their former husbands and were now middle-aged, divorced and looking to enjoy their new life as a single woman again.

However, just as I had discovered, they found that the singles scene had changed considerably in the decade or so during their marriage. Women, generally were much more aggressive in their ‘hunt’ for a man and more often than not, these women weren’t necessarily looking for a husband, but more likely a ‘fuck buddy’. Someone to satisfy their sexual desires, but not complicated this new ‘freedom’ they had found.

The one problem with this feminine freedom was that there was a lot of competition. Men on the other hand had not adapted as rapidly with this feminist driven protocol and were feeling intimidated.

It was an ideal situation for an emerging male escort business.

Most of these women, simply wanted someone to treat them nice, offer stimulating conversation and then when they were ready, satisfy their sexual needs.

I enjoyed the work!

I enjoyed flirting with women and as a journalist was adept at listening as they ‘unloaded’ their emotional baggage stored up from years of marriage. Often, their husbands had run off with another woman and they now wanted to prove to themselves that they were still sexually attractive and could satisfy a man in bed, which I always was able to convince them they could.

I felt sorry for many of these women as they were still attractive and sexually active but their confidence had been totally deflated. I understood, because I’d gone down that same road. By simply just allowing them time to build their hormonal energy prior to falling into bed, they could perform with the best. They also, had greater motivation to allow themselves the freedom to enjoy their erotic desires. It usually wasn’t difficult to bring them to a delicious climax and often in multiple doses.

When I moved to the Gold Coast, the clientele changed. I still had a good percentage of horny divorcees but an even greater percentage of women on holidays or businesswomen looking for some sweet satisfaction to highlight their few days away from home.

I did advertise initially in the Gold Coast Bulletin newspaper, but also did the rounds of the major hotel and resort complexes on the beach strip. I’d approach the maître d in each location and offer a bottle of Johnny Walker if he would offer my business card to any single lady enquiring about escorts. For each client that made a booking based on his recommendation I’d return the favour with another bottle of his favourite ‘drop’.

This worked a treat and I soon had a regular supply of clients.

These women were different from the divorcees. They wanted to be entertained! When they rang to make a booking, I’d asked what they required for the booking. Often it was dinner, dancing and then back to their hotel room. Sometimes it was just to sit and chat over a drink and then back to their hotel room.

One client was a combination of all of the above. Judith had just been divorced and had decided to holiday on the Gold Coast, prior to changing her whole life and leaving for India to work as a volunteer abroad.

She had a lot of her ex-husband’s money to spend before she left the country and was determined to spend as much of it as possible ‘getting laid’. She was staying at Jupiters Casino on the Gold Coast. On her first appointment we enjoyed a few drinks at the bar and chatted. She then played the roulette wheel for a short time and then wanted me to fuck her. The next day she rang me early in the morning and asked if I was available for an early morning call. When I got to her room, she was still in bed and wanted me to join her. She was an obvious ‘morning person’ as she quickly orgasmed and continued for the next hour riding a wave of orgasms and screams that I feared would bring hotel security banging on her door. Thankfully, it didn’t!

As I was about to leave she arranged for another booking after my last appointment for the day. I arrived back at her room around 11pm. I was truly fucked! I’d had three other appointments that day (which was an unusual number of bookings for one day) – all of which turned out to be two or three hour appointments, climaxing with exhausting fucking sessions.

To my surprise Judith had ‘buddied’ up with two other bisexual women in the casino through the day and they had all decided to share my appointment together.

It was a fun evening. They were very merry, but not drunk. I think they all realized that they needed to be semi-sober so that they could fully appreciate the cost of the appointment.

As soon as I got through the door they stripped me naked. The excitement exploded when they saw my cock and they kept joking and laughing amongst themselves at their ‘luck to get such a big one’.

We sat, drank and chatted as they played with my cock and balls. As their imaginations became more and more excited, they started thinking up silly ways to have fun with the sexual options of having a naked man at their beck and call. They challenged me to ‘satisfy’ all three of them at the same time. So, while they laughed, I maneuvered us in a ‘Naked Twister’ of arms and legs. Amidst riotous laughter I managed to get my cock in one cunt, fist another and lick the third. They then insisted on rotating positions as they giggled and joked amongst themselves. It became a rooting riot of naked bodies.

As their laughter eased and their sexual tensions increased they grabbed a deck of cards to ‘draw’ for the first fuck. One by one I bought each of them to a groaning climax. Judith managed to almost burst our eardrums with her screaming orgasm.

It was almost 4am when they finally fell exhausted and I left with a bunch of notes in my pocket and absolutely ‘rooted’.