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

I had no more appointments that night, so agreed to her request.

We moved out into the lounge room in her unit and she poured me a drink. Her team mates had long left for dinner so we had the place to ourselves. We didn’t bother getting dressed and sat naked next to each other chatting and drinking for another half hour or so.

As I felt my energy returning, I was about to ask whether she’d like to resume her fucking fun, when the door swung open and the rest of her netball team rolled in. All my clothes were still in her bedroom, so I had no way of getting dressed, as eight or nine women filed in.

When they saw Gilda and I sitting naked on the coach, they began to taunt her about her fucking ‘workout’ philosophy before a big game.

She took their taunts in good humour and then introduced me around. As I stood up to shake hands with everyone my flaccid cock unfurled in front of them and they laughed and wolf-whistled.

“Wow! You got a winner here Gilda!” they laughed.

“I can recommend my pre-game workout, girls. It always works for me.” She said, returning their taunts.

As they teased each other, I moved toward Gilda’s bedroom to get dressed and leave.

“Oh, I’m sorry Michael, please don’t be offended.” Gilda implored as she took my arm as I was about to pass her. “Can you stay for a few hours, I’m sure the girls here would appreciate your company as much as I already have?”

One of the others then chimed in, “Yeah stay, we’d appreciate some male company tonight.”

I smiled and agreed and sat back down next to Gilda. She then began to regale her team mates on the wonderful fuck she had just enjoyed with me, as if she was talking about a dinner she’d just eaten. She left nothing out in the description either, right down to the multiple orgasms she’d enjoyed with my ‘big’ cock deep inside her.

I could sense that Gilda had a reputation for fucking, judging by the casual interest the others were showing. She was very descriptive, of just how good our fucking was and they were keenly interested.

I sat with these women for another hour as they asked me a myriad of questions about my ‘profession’ and type of women who booked my services. As the alcohol relaxed everyone, I shared more and more of my work as an escort, yoni masseur, male entertainer and journalist. Gradually, they become totally entranced and I became the centre of attention.

They were obviously impressed and intrigued with my comfort to stay naked amongst them and mentioned it a few times. “Don’t you feel uneasy sitting naked with us?” I offered to get dressed, which they flatly refused and told them that I had nothing to hide and had always felt comfortable amongst women.

They were an entertaining group of young women and I was enjoying their company as much as they seemed to be enjoying mine.

As the evening ended and they needed to get to bed for their big game the next day, I was asked if I would like to come and watch them play. I only had one escort job the next day and as I was enjoying their company I agreed.

I managed to get to a few of their games over the following week and we would head back to the hotel for some celebratory drinks afterwards.

Gilda booked me for two more pre-game ‘workouts’ over the week and fucked the ‘living daylights’ out of me every time. What a woman! She had stamina to burn! I also got to meet the whole team again many times. They all exuded indifference to my nakedness as I sat and chatted with them while recovering from Gilda’s sexual gymnastics. Eventually, one or two would sit and fondle and play with my cock, while we kept chatting together.

Although my naked deportment, in these situations, sometimes opened me to ridicule by a woman, I found from experience that the subtle sensuality of my nudity in these groups would eventually overwhelm their psyche and I’d often get a few of these women booking an appointment. It proved to be a wonderful form of ‘self-promotion’. I would always offer to get dressed, so was not offending anyone and I certainly wasn’t concerned what the prissy ones thought about me.

The tournament was an event open to all senior netball teams from around Australia. They won it easily and a healthy cheque as prizemoney – Gilda was the star. Her pre-game philosophy had worked again! They came to regard me as the team ‘lucky charm’ as every time I watched them they won.

So, on the final night before they were to fly home to Sydney, we had a huge party. They booked me for the whole night and took me to dinner and we ended up on the beach for a late night skinnydip. They then bundled me into the women’s change room at the beach and we all showered together. My cock was cleaned by multiple mouths under the showers as we laughed ourselves silly.

Their hotel was across the road from the beach and someone offered the dare that no one dress to get back to their room. We darted naked across the road with our clothing under our arms. Car horns hooted at this stream of naked women as we all scampered, laughing and joking through the traffic and into the hotel lobby and the lifts, up to their room.

We all fell into a laughing tangle of arms, legs, boobs, cunts and one cock, onto the floor in Gilda’s unit.

There was a real erotic energy in the air as we gathered our breath and grabbed a glass of champagne to celebrate their victory.

Over the remainder of the night and into the early hours, I went through my whole naked entertainment repertoire, fucked Gilda multiple times and many of her team mates as well.

As morning dawned I woke to find myself, tangled up with three naked women, in a large king-size bed, in a unit I didn’t recognize.

I waved them goodbye at the Gold Coast airport later that afternoon and had a smile on my face for days afterwards and a generous tip in my pocket.

Another type of holidaying client I saw was the businesswoman on work assignment in Brisbane or the Gold Coast.

Preea, was a typical, but very special example of this client.

She was a corporate lawyer for a large legal conglomerate and based in Melbourne. She was a tall, gorgeous brunette, aged in her mid 30’s and beautifully manicured in every way. She was a career woman, no children and I was to learn had no significant other. Although very feminine in her appearance, she exuded a no-nonsense attitude and I was to learn, suffered fools poorly. As I got to know her I likened her to a chocolate éclair, with a sweet but firm exterior but gooey soft interior.

She was in Brisbane as legal representative for an auditor, charged with illegal practice.

She initially booked me just for a half hour appointment and we met at the coffee shop in her hotel lobby.

We just chatted during the whole appointment and then she left, which was unusual. She then rang me the following day and booked me again for a dinner date she was having with her client at a very expensive restaurant. She said she booked my services as she needed someone with intelligence and presentation. I must have satisfied those credentials at our initial meeting.

I wore a tailor-made suit and picked her up at her hotel lobby. We taxied to the restaurant and on the way, she gave me some details of the reason for the dinner. She explained she just needed me to help with the ambiance of the dinner, so that she could get to know her client better.

The dinner was marvelous. Beautiful food, amazing wines and the conversation seemed to flow smoothly. I could tell she was impressed with my general knowledge and ease of conversation. As a journalist, I had developed a talent to listen and let people talk then respond when appropriate. You learn so much about people that way.