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

Within another ten minutes she had achieved her ‘very first’ orgasm in her life. She was overwhelmed with enjoyment and continually kept saying “Oh, thank you, thank you, Michael.” I suggested she lay back and relax for a few minutes as I knew she had only just begun her exquisite journey.

I continued to massage her yoni and by the end of the second hour she had achieved multiple orgasms and was hot and flushed and began to cry.

“Oh, my God!” she cried. “I could not believe I could ever feel this way.”

As with all my clients I always ended each appointment with a warm embrace to bond the wondrous emotions each woman had enjoyed with me. It gave me and I’m sure my client, a sense of emotional connection and didn’t make the experience seem simply physical.

Rosanne asked if I was available the following day as she now desperately wanted to know if she could feel this way with sexual intercourse.

When we began to get undressed for her appointment the following day she became a little agitated as I stood in front of her. I immediately recognized a look I had seem on many client’s faces. She was intimidated by the size of my cock.

My normal response to this reaction was to get her to just hold my cock in her hands and feel the soft texture of the skin. As my cock then grew in her hands there was a sense of relaxation that this ‘thing’ wasn’t going to hurt them.

This tactic seemed to reassure Rosanne also. I then encouraged her to just fondle and play with my cock and balls as I stood passively with her. I’d explain that she was in control of this appointment and she could decide what she wanted to do with my cock.

Gradually, her fears were eased and I laid her down on the bed and began to gently massage her yoni. With the continued reassurance that I’d ask her before I took the next step we proceeded.

After about fifteen minutes she was completely aroused and asked if I would ‘fuck’ her. I slid on a condom and some lubricant and began to slowly penetrate her, now very moist, cunt.

Gradually her cunt invited me further and further within and I moved her legs over my shoulders. In this position I could massage her g-spot with the hood of my cock and I continued slowly thrusting till her hips began to thrust in rhythm with mine. Her breath quickened and her neck and breasts flushed. I knew her orgasm was imminent so I increased the pace and depths of my thrusts.

Finally, her vagina ballooned then compressed around my cock and she exploded and groaned with that all-familiar feminine tone. Without pausing this time, I slowly continued my thrusting and she came again and then again. Each time her groans intensified and she again began to sob, then laugh and then cry. Her emotions were running free and so was her sexual ecstasy.

As I slowly withdrew my cock from inside her, she gasped at the sensation of release and then fell silent and still. Her eyes were closed but under her eyelids her eyes were dancing. Her face was very flushed and a broad smile began to beam.

I tenderly ran my fingers over her labia and around the hood of her clit and she let out a slow expressive sigh. I continued this massage for quite a while until she regained her composure.

As we sat and chatted before she left, she again thanked me profusely. “What a talent you have, Michael. Thank you so much! I’d like to make a regular booking when you have time free.”

Rosanne became a semi regular client and would book approximately once a fortnight, depending on her shifts at work. Over the ensuing months that I saw her, her whole mood changed. She told me her marriage had improved as she was now able to achieve the occasional ‘real’ orgasm with her husband and their relationship had solidified because of it.

This type of reaction from many clients in similar circumstances was very common. I gained great strength from the knowledge that I was doing something worthwhile.

The other type of client I saw while working as an escort were the holiday girls, away from home for a ‘good’ time.

Many were young and in their 20’s and keen to just ‘get their rocks off’.

I’d often get groups of women with these bookings. Typical were the sporting groups celebrating their end-of-season on the Gold Coast.

Gilda, was typical of this type of client.

She was part of a women’s netball team travelling to the Gold Coast for a major tournament.

Gilda, had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She was an extremely attractive, single, tall and slim woman in her mid 20’s. She was the star player for a Sydney based netball team. The team were competing in a national tournament that was being hosted on the Gold Coast.

Gilda had booked an appointment with me the night her team had arrived on the Gold Coast. She was a vivacious and very sexually charged woman who craved constant sexual gratification. She believed good sex made her play better and was keen to start this tournament on a ‘high’ note.

We met at a Broadbeach wine bar and enjoyed a couple of drinks before she invited me back to her hotel room. I hadn’t anticipated that she was sharing her unit with two other girls from her team. However, she had her own room, while the other two shared.

When we got to her room, most of her team had gathered in her unit for drinks before heading out for dinner. She was totally unperturbed by their presence and casually introduced me as her ‘date’ for the night and we adjourned to her bedroom, amidst chuckles and rowdy comments from her team mates.

Gilda, didn’t need ‘warming’ for sex. Once I was naked she pushed me onto her bed and began sucking my cock and balls. I was a little bemused by her haste, but hell, she was paying for my time and obviously didn’t want to waste any of it.

She seemed totally unconcerned by my size and at one stage almost had my complete shaft down her throat.

I sensed Gilda had German origins. Her features and demeanor were very direct, but not obnoxious, as some can be.

She then asked me to give her cunnilingus and laid down next to me and opened her legs invitingly. She had a delicious looking cunt and was fully shaved. As a cunt connoisseur, I had no objections to this invitation and enjoyed a tasty aperitif of her quim juice. She was very appreciative of my tongue talents and said so.

I offered to give her a yoni massage to get her aroused, but she declined my offer requesting that I fuck her straight away.

I could tell by the volume of quim juice flowing freely from her cunt that she was well and truly ready, so mounted her and began to slowly insert my engorged cock into her ravenous cunt.

My entry was smooth and unobstructed and she almost sucked me fully in with her vitality. She then grabbed both cheeks of my arse and pulled me even deeper inside her. I hadn’t had so much of my cock buried inside a cunt for a long, long time and her vaginal voracity slightly shocked me.

She exploded almost immediately! However, without taking a breath, she wrapped both her legs around my waist and began thrusting. Her hot pulsing cunt felt extremely engaging, wrapped around the full length of my shaft. Her energy was very infectious and I felt I was losing my normal ‘control’ and feared I might blow my wad very quickly.

She came again and then again and was now screaming at full pitch with pleasure. I then lost it and blew two ballsy barrelful’s of cum into her and felt my tensions ease totally.

I fell on top of her but took most of my weight on my elbows. With her legs still wrapped around my waist, she then wrapped both arms around my chest and squeezed me tight against her breasts.

“Fantastic fuck! Thanks mate!” She whispered in my ear as she kissed my cheek. “Can you hang around for a while? I’d enjoy some more fucking when you’re ready,” she queried, teasingly.