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

My Butterflies Multiply

One particular hens’ party was to open many more doors in my life as a ‘Naked Knight’. It was a Melbourne Cup party at a high-class, canal frontage home on the Gold Coast. As requested I initially wore a waiter’s apron, while I served everyone drinks. There were about 30–35 women aged from 25–40 at the party. The hostess was some high-profile socialite I didn’t know, who obviously had plenty of money, or more likely as was often the case, had plenty of her ex’s money. The women were all finely dressed in magnificent attire with the usual Melbourne Cup hats and fascinators.

When I entered, I was a little apprehensive as this audience looked too sophisticated for my type of entertainment. The ladies who usually booked my services were usually in the 25–45 age group and were usually secretarial types, of average means out for a few laughs and some innocent sexual pleasures. Amongst these groups I’d always get a few ‘drop-kicks’ who wanted to show their superiority to males, at my expense. I’d always tolerate and humour these arrogant women, so as not to affect the entertainment for the 95% of women who were enjoying my show.

I was concerned that this group of ‘seemingly’ sophisticated women might include more than the usual 5% of arrogant ‘ladies’.

My apprehension was to be proved totally wrong.

The hostess, Robyn, was a very beautiful well-dressed woman in her late 30’s with jewels from ear to ear. She was wearing the most alluring perfume and I was slightly intimidated. She was very sweet and outlined my duties for the afternoon. I was to initially serve drinks and finger food prior to the Cup race, then cook a BBQ while the race was run, ready for her guests to eat afterwards.

I asked if she required any other duties or entertainment from me for the afternoon and she said “No, I’d just like you to mingle with my guests!” In our earlier phone discussion she said she’d leave any individual requests for intimacy solely to her guests. So, in preparation, I included my normal supply of condoms and needles in my kit.

For the first hour, everything was going to plan and I was kept busy serving drinks and finger food as requested. I wore my waiter’s apron with nothing else underneath, so my bare bum and the hood of my cock were exposed as I mixed amongst her guests. I got the usual pinches on the bum and ‘friendly’ gropes of my cock and balls, but nothing wilder than that. This seemed to be a quite refined group of ladies, so I was anticipating a relatively easy day. As the horses entered the mounting yard for the Cup, everyone moved toward the television, so I began to prepare the BBQ.

However, as I stood at the BBQ, on the verandah outside the TV room, a guest joined me and began casually chatting as I cooked the sausages and steaks. She was a few years older than me, but very beautiful, very sophisticated and well dressed. She was drinking champagne as was everyone else but she wasn’t tipsy. She spoke with a slight American accent that made her more intriguing. However, after a few casual words she moved in next to me and slid her hand up my apron. I was very familiar with this type of greeting from women so I didn’t flinch and just smiled back at her. I guessed that my apparent approval of her familiarity was the only sign she needed. She smiled and asked me if she could taste my meat and before I could blink she had twisted my waist toward her and was down on her knees in front of the BBQ and sucking my cock under my apron. I casually continued cooking, again not the least bit concerned as this was often very normal behaviour at hens’ parties.

She was extremely proficient at her task and I was immediately erect. However, a lack of any other reaction from me seemed to challenge her and she grabbed my balls and began her skillful techniques on them too. I must admit I was very impressed by her talents and felt my whole body reacting to her enthusiastic fellatio skills. As my meat was being prepared, the meat on the BBQ had cooked. I placed my hands on her shoulders and apologized and said I had to move so that I could serve the food. She came out from under my apron with a smile a mile wide and kissed me on the lips, saying ‘I’ll be back, big boy!’ As she did she untied my apron and threw it in the bin next to the BBQ.

I now had an enormous erection as I moved the food from the BBQ to the serving table. The serving table backed onto a 25-metre swimming pool and overlooked the canal. As the race had finished all the women began to return from the TV. There was a collective surprised sigh as they each sighted my now very engorged foot of meat arching up in front of me. Smiles appeared even on the faces of the Cup race losers and a few women quickly came over to help me put the food on the table.

I then stood at the end of the table, still fully erect and both hands occupied with tongs, ready to serve each woman her meat. They lined up and took a plate each and filed past me. As I served each woman, many would have a grope of my cock and balls. Their tender touch was extremely sensual and my cock remained steadfastly erect from their collective attention. Trying to stay as composed as possible in the vulnerable position I was in and in my most refined voice I asked each woman, ‘steak or sausages?’ I’d get a giggle and a response such as “one sausage, a piece of steak and some cock please.” Or “just a piece of steak and your two meatballs please.” One woman slid her cold plate under my balls as if to indicate that was what she required to be served. I laughed along with her. However, the chill from the plate made my balls squirm around on her plate, much to her amusement and she bent down and sucked on the tip of my cock. The amusement this created from those following her in the line resulted in similar responses a few more times as women passed.

The last guest to be served was my fellatio pal. She wasn’t holding a plate and just said, “I want you on this table please, Michael!” At this the whole place broke up with laughter. Everyone was watching us and I suddenly realised unbeknown, I’d been set up for a special performance by my hostess and my ‘pal’, whose name I was to learn was Patty, was part of her plot.

She quickly pushed plates and cutlery aside to clear a large space on the table. All I could do was smile in reply. I gave a mocked shrug of my shoulders, as if to say ‘what else could I do’ to the encircling female audience and climbed up on the serving table. I was now standing butt naked and fully erect well above the height of every woman in the courtyard and in clear view of the houses on the opposite side of the canal. However, as I was facing the party guests all that could be seen from other side of the canal would be my naked bum.

Everyone sitting around the pool gave a loud cheer as they juggled their lunch on their laps, while continuing to down gallons of champagne. As I stood totally vulnerable on the table my meat and balls were at perfect height for Patty’s mouth. She gave a casual wave to her audience who all replied in unison “Go get him girl!”

Struth, Patty obviously had a reputation for this kind of talent and was about to prove her skills once again with me as her ‘crash cock dummy’. However, I was determined she wasn’t going to win this contest easily. I knew I had skills many of these ladies weren’t even faintly aware of but were about to discover.

Amid encouraging cheers, claps and laughter as guests enjoyed their own lunch, Patty went about her expertly refined skills and lunched on my cock and balls. I played along to build the tension for our audience, occasionally letting out a gasp or sigh and posing my body to enhance my masculinity as Patty played each erotic chord on the engorged flute arching from my groin. I tried to catch as many eyes of my female audience and give them an erotic invitation as if to say ‘Are you next?’ as Patty continued her performance.