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

I sensed this was a different harem to the one I had enjoyed earlier in my life. However, I had been married to a lesbian and understood them, so agreed to join them on a trial basis.

“We’re all meeting this weekend back here at Robyn’s place if you’d like to come along and meet the other ladies.” I gave them each a kiss and said I’d be happy to come…. and cum I would, as I was to find out.

Wednesday was one of my days free from TV work and I had no escort bookings. When I arrived at Patty’s place, she had some wine and nibbles prepared and we sat and chatted. She told me she was a freelancer in the adult entertainment business and worked part time as a model. Most of her work was either as an adult entertainer at hens’ parties and strippergrams. As I had only recently moved to the Gold Coast it didn’t seem unusual that our paths hadn’t crossed till this point.

She was impressed with my physical attributes and intrigued with my orgasmic capacities and my ejaculation trick and was curious to know how I developed such an extraordinary skill. I explained about my harem sister’s tuition and my other experiences. She had migrated to Australia ten years previously as the bride of an Aussie. That marriage had ended a few years earlier. She had no kids and with her highly charged libido saw adult entertainment as an obvious income earner.

She had been working on the Gold Coast for a few years and in this time had regular requests for couples work, but often had to turn them down as she couldn’t find a reliable and talented partner.

She explained that occasionally there might be bookings from adult and swingers’ groups for performances of sexual intercourse. However, the vast majority of bookings were for entertainment and demonstrations at women’s sex toy parties. This field of entertainment was relatively new to me and I was curious what was involved. “Mainly demonstrating the use of unusual products,” she explained. However, Patty found that often as the sexual tension at the parties intensified there would be a call for more erotic performances and she often had to simulate the male role, which never proved overly effective.

Patty had a huge supply of amazing and wondrous sex toys and we played with some and laughed out loud at others. She asked if I’d be interested in partnering her at the next party where a couple was required. She offered to split the fees 60/40 basing her percentage as the source for bookings. She had the music and would MC the shows. It sounded like a lot of fun to me and I agreed.

We then retired to her bedroom where we fucked each other in front of her mirror to get a sense of positioning and attractiveness for staging. It was a lot of fun and we both fell about laughing at some of the positions we found ourselves in. She continued to be fascinated by my ability to induce my erection on cue, despite the interruptions caused by our laughter. I didn’t let on that I was highly aroused by her and her whole mature attitude to sex and could easily have dated her in other circumstances.

She rang me the following day and asked if I was available for Friday night as she had a sex toy party booking and they had requested a male stripper and entertainer. I had an escort booking for the afternoon, which was booked purely as a simple fucking session with two women and told her I’d be there.

Friday came and the booking with the two women went smoothly. As it turned out they were sisters and both VERY heterosexual. They’d booked a three-hour session and by the end of the three hours they’d both thoroughly enjoyed themselves and confirmed they make another booking soon. As I knew I had the sex toy party to come, I purposely did not orgasm and was well-charged with testosterone by the end of their session.

My erotic skills did not come naturally and I had to practice my dick tricks and related dancing and cock moves daily. Also, to maintain my erection and ejaculation skills I would regularly practice the talents my harem sisters had taught me by masturbating to the very point of orgasm and then stop. This exercised and helped me maintain my phallic muscle control in my cock, but also made me extremely horny. So, as I had not ejaculated with Patty, or anyone else, through the week, it was now many days since I’d cum and my balls were ‘full to overflowing’.

I drove to Patty’s and we then drove together to the party. There were about a dozen women at the party and the hostess was a plump but chirpy woman in her 40’s who introduced us to her friends and we sat and chatted over a few drinks with them before the demonstrations began. The women were aged in the 30’s and 40’s with way too much make-up and extra short skirts and obviously most weren’t wearing knickers. A typical ‘Westies’ crowd! However, that didn’t necessarily mean they’d be uncouth, as I’d learnt long ago not to ‘judge a book by its cover’. Also, these parties often gave these women the opportunity to take charge of their sexuality, something that most women don’t have in their relationships with men.

Often this type of crowd would be the most receptive and fun to entertain.

The women were all seated in a large outdoor patio area and encircled our performing area. Patty had bought her sex toy catalogue and an array of toys and began the show. Her American accent gave her a professionalism that intrigued everyone.

She was good at what she did. She introduced my strip to the hit song ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ playing in the background. I had ‘warmed’ up in the kitchen and had my erection at the ready. I had a standard dance routine that Patty and I agreed would fit this song. My Ensemble Theatre acting abilities proved a great bonus for this strip. I performed my hedonistic dance routine to each of the women encircling me as I teased each layer of clothing from my body. I finished the strip with my hat propped over my erect cock, which brought, laugher, whistles and cheers from our audience. I then counter-announced Patty’s striptease to ‘The Stripper’ and this proved equally as popular with the women.

I then distributed an array of flavoured condoms. The cheekier women would look up into my face with a smile and giggle to the woman sitting next to them, as they’d lift my hat, as I moved around the circle. Patty asked loudly if they’d like a real model to test their condom skills. The question was rhetorical! “YES!” was the chorused reply. I moved from one woman to the next as they giggled embarrassingly and fumbled their condom onto my cock. Patty encouraged them to taste the finished product they’d just freshly applied on my erect cock. This proved a great ‘ice-breaker’ to the evening, as once each woman had held and sucked my flavoured cock, their juices started flowing and so did the party.

Patty kept everyone happy and jovial with her ongoing routine of jokes and sexy comments about the activities some of the women were enjoying with my cock. Occasionally, she’d come over and start wanking me or put my semi erect cock in a woman’s mouth to encourage more inclusive action by the audience.

I was beginning to appreciate Patty’s influence in these parties. Her familiarity with the conflict many women had with their innate feminine desires and cultivated reticence was to prove invaluable to ‘unwrapping’ another layer of female eroticism that I had not previously discovered. Her raunchy humour relaxed everyone, which disarmed their nurtured ‘lady-like’ reticence and now had them hot and keen to explore their natural sexual energies and latent fantasies. She was also able to project her own feminine erotic desires into the party, which encouraged every other woman to feel comfortable doing the same.