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

There was a regular pattern to these parties. Most women were always animated and excited for my performance but still reserved to let themselves be totally open. I had long been totally relaxed to be naked and erect while surrounded by women. My experiences had taught me how to use my body to entertain, amuse and arouse women of all ages, while maintaining a feeling of camaraderie and integration to share this fun together.

I never saw myself as anything special!

I had an attractive body and generous ‘tackle’, but anyone of a thousand other guys could boast similar qualities. My one ‘ace card’ was my familiarity and understanding of female sexuality and my comfort in sharing my ‘assets’ intuitively with women.

There were always one or two furtively reticent women in every one of these hens’ nights. These women would usually be well known to their friends and as I danced around the room, I would pick-up on the reactions of the audience as I approached these shy ones.

When working on my own, I’d often have to judge the sensitivities in the room before I focused on these ‘ladies’. However, Patty was as adept as I was at sensing these reactions and she quickly joined me in ‘tempting’ each shy lady to explore her erotic nature. Her feminine intuition in knowing just how far to extend their sensitivities was invaluable. Patty would either spray whipped cream over the tip of my cock, or drip some champagne down my shaft and then invite each lady to ‘taste test’ my ‘tempting’ cock. This disarmed them and within minutes every one of these shy women would have my balls in her hands and soon after my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking for ‘dear life’. This brought the room to tears of laughter and outrageously erotic comments.

Again, it was a case of ‘still waters run deep’. These women were aching for cock but found their learnt inhibitions stopped them from enjoying themselves to their full desires. There were three women in this group who fitted this profile and two of them were amongst the women who eventually booked me for private escort sessions in the week that followed.

Many alpha females would often want to prove their cock wanking skills to their girlfriends. They’d suck and wank me with increasing vigour, in the hope of getting me to cum and impress their friends. I never did! I rarely came across a woman who could get me to cum just with her hands and/or mouth. As no one was successful, no one was embarrassed. Of course, I’d always play the role of ‘almost’ blowing my load, which was enough to satisfy their egos.

I then assisted Patty as she gave a great trial and review of the myriad dildos available. I demonstrated a penis pump and gave a demonstration and my opinion of the cock rings and artificial pussies. One woman lifted her short skirt and challenged, “What do you think of this pussy?” When I answered that I didn’t know till I’d ‘tested’ it, the room erupted. She got slightly embarrassed at my unexpected response.

The effects of the penis pump and its effect on my cock proved an eye-opener to many and it also swelled my cock’s appearance for my next performance.

Patty had agreed that my penis puppets would be a great item for these intimate parties. So, while Patty and the hostess started taking orders I went into the dressing room set aside for us and got my cock and balls dressed and ready for my cowboy puppetry dance routine.

I went through my warm-up routine and got my cock fully engorged and erect and in prime shape for the routine. After entering the adult entertainment industry a few years earlier I had been practicing these puppetry routines on a regular basis. I was in perfect shape! After years of regularly engorging my cock for female audiences my erection had developed to an eye-catching length and girth. My scrotum had been stretched so much that my two independently constrained balls were now both equally set at very noticeable length from my cock and in perfect position for a puppetry performance. I set the music up on the tape deck and waited out of sight till Patty was ready to introduce my routine.

The music started and I jumped into the middle of the encircling women and began my puppetry. I moved around the room dancing and teasing each lady with my cowboy bobbing and swinging in rhythm with the music and the room fell apart laughing and squealing. They’d never seen anything as silly and erotic before and were transfixed at the amount of movement I could produce in my puppet without a single string attached.

Patty’s erotic banter and humour kept the audience at high pitch. She had a way of taping into the collective mood of a group of sexually excited women and add rowdy verbal stimulus to their fun to multiply the outrageous things they’d do with my puppets as I moved around the room.

I had successfully developed a knack of ‘reading’ women. As I moved around the room I’d stop and ‘dance’ for those oozing sexuality. The loudest ones were nearly always the ones who’d reach out and attempt to molest my manhood. The initially shy women were always the ones who expressed the most appreciation for an intimate opportunity.

Once my routine was over there were loud cheers and whistles and requests from around the room for permission to touch my puppet.

It was always a real buzz to watch their reactions and I’d happily move around the room slowly allowing everyone an opportunity to touch and play. There would always be a few very horny women who would whisper in my ear her request for a fuck later in the night. I’d wink my interest to encourage their approach after the show. These fucking requests were the cream on the pie for my income from every show.

Patty then announced whether anyone wanted to see another puppet routine. “Yes!” was the loud chorused reply. So while Patty told some very rude jokes, I went out to prepare my Christmas puppet. With the song ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’, I reappeared this time with my Santa cock and balls and with a Santa hat on my head and did another routine. However, this time when the music finished I removed Santa’s hat from my cock and Patty announced that Santa was about to cum – “but only for those girls who have been very good Ho, Ho Ho’s!” she shouted.

As the alcoholic levels had now risen to bursting point the comments around the room became extremely erotic. “I’ve been very good Santa, cum for me!” was one funny comment that brought forth some giggles as the woman lifted her skirt to reveal her juicy twat.

“All those ladies who’ve been very good girls and who’d like to see Santa cum, please move over here,” Patty announced and most of the room grabbed their chairs and moved into the one area.

“On the count of TEN, Santa will cum out of his chimney,” Patty laughed. “One… Two… Three….” and everyone began to join in on the count! As she got to “Nine….TEN!” I let forth my spray of Santa snow all over the gathered throng of ‘Good Girls’. There were squeals and laughter as some women ducked for cover while others happily stood and let Santa’s snow rain down on them.

My knees went a bit wobbly as I regained my composure and moved toward my cheering audience. “Would anyone like to pull Santa’s sleigh?” I enquired as I thrust my cock directly into the middle of the throng of women. I could feel my loins still humping and knew I was about to blow again. Hands came from everywhere and as they took hold of my cock, I came again with another blow of hot cum. I wasn’t too sure if I had one last ‘bolt in my barrel’ but asked again for any volunteers to pull Santa’s sleigh.

As everyone was now fully aware of my meaning I was inundated with women gathered around me pawing every inch of my naked body and I came with one final flourish. The sensuality of feeling my body orgasm affected many of the women and some had their skirts up around their waists and began to masturbate where they stood, while others sat back down and began touching themselves.