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The Free Gigolo
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The Free Gigolo
[An Erotic Story by Deiter Pennmann]
Matt awakened alone this morning. It was an unusual
event, to say the least. Usually a girl would be lying next
to him, often whose name he'd forgotten in the midst of
passion the previous night. Matt was a gigolo, though one
who would not accept pay.
Instead, he stood up in his g-string underpants and
admired the boner that developed, as usual, when he awakened.
He was an impressive 8-inches long and almost that big
around. He certainly was a filling treat for his women.
He walked into the bathroom of his apartment, paid for
by his wealthy but aloof parents, and stared at himself in
the mirror. He dropped his underpants to release some
tension then drew closer to the mirror to look at his eyes.
Their crystal blueness caused even his heart to leap. He
stepped back and looked at his slim, muscular body and rubbed
his smooth chest, admiring his pectorals.
Matt shaved, then started the water for a shower. He
got a new bottle of shampoo from under the sink, then stepped
under the steaming jet. After washing, he continued to let
the water loosen his muscles. Then he soaped up his hands
and began stroking his hard cock. His powerful grip caused
wonderful sensations to shoot through him. He wondered how
he stayed standing. His orgasm came and he shot into midair,
the semen becoming lost in the draining water. He rinsed off
and stepped out and dressed.
One of Matt's old high-school friends, Steve, had
telephoned him the previous day. His girlfriend's sister
would be in town and he wondered if Matt could "entertain"
her for an evening. Matt agreed, as usual, and was expecting
her over his apartment around 7pm. Matt was a gourmet cook
and he had prepared a special dish this evening.
When the doorbell rang, Matt, dressed in comfortable
cotton pants and a baggy shirt of the same fabric, answered
it. Before him stood a blonde sex bomb. Missy was gorgeous.
She had long, silky hair that framed a model's face (she in
fact was a model for several major advertisers). Her chest
was full and swollen with femininity and her hips were
slender and seemed to say "fuck me" with every curve and
movement. She was wearing a very low cut blouse and a tight
leather miniskirt that only some girls can wear without
looking cheap- she was not cheap. Her waist was encircled by
a gold-ring belt linked in the front by a pair of handcuffs.
Matt noticed that around her neck on a chain was the key.
"Come...in. Pleased to...meet...you," Matt said.
"My sister told me everything about you!- Everything."
"I've got dinner cooking. It'll be about fifteen
minutes. Would you like a drink?"
"I'll have a Russian Orgasm."
"My specialty...coming up!" Matt prepared the drink and
served it to her in a snifter. He disappeared into the
kitchen then, hating to leave the most beautiful girl he had
seen in many months alone.
When the Coq au Vin was served, Matt put on some soft
jazz and he and Missy ate at a small table in an alcove
adjacent to the kitchen beneath an art-deco wall-mounted
lamp. Neither could make it to dessert for the steamy,
seductive conversation had turned both of them on. Matt had
hoped this were the case, for he had no dessert prepared.
Matt moved Missy directly into the bedroom that had a
light citrus odor. Their lips met. Matt felt Missy slip her
tongue into his mouth. He responded by sliding his hand up
her thigh and feeling the warmth of her crotch but not
touching her love groove. They played this kissing game for
some fifteen minutes. Then Missy squeezed at Matt's crotch,
gripping his big balls and then feeling the length of his rod
with her gentle, manicured fingers. She rubbed slowly,
tripping Matt's sex fuse- it was merely a matter of time now.
There would be no stopping.
Matt unbuttoned her blouse and saw that she was wearing
no bra and that her tits were more huge than he had thought
before. They were stiff nippled now. He cupped one and
suckled it, swirling his tongue around the point of it. As
he did this, Missy wriggled out of her blouse and tossed it
to the floor.
Missy pushed Matt away and made him take off his shirt.
She moaned when she saw his chest exposed and wanted him
more. She unfastened his belt and got his pants and
underpants down so she could get at his dick. She grabbed at
its base and stuck the tip in her mouth, tasting the first
drops of Cowper's gland fluid (pre-cum). She put more and
more into her mouth until she was deep throating all but an
inch of him. She smelled his manly smell at his crotch and
watched as his abdomen rippled with her stimulations.
She pulled off as he had a contraction of sorts, knowing
another might continue to a full-"blown" orgasm, ending the
night, perhaps, prematurely.
Matt was naked now and laying on top of Missy. She
still wore her miniskirt. She reached behind her neck, as
Matt went for her tits again, and removed the necklace with
the key and handed it to him. He took it and opened the
handcuffs at her waist and pulled her miniskirt off. She was
not wearing panties or stockings. He fingered her pussy now
as he grated his dripping cock on her leg. She held her
breath, then moaned suddenly as a trembling orgasm rocked
her. She arched her back as Matt went down with his mouth on
her slash, tasting pussy lubricants as his tongue probed into
her privates. Only minutes went by and she came again.
"Matt, I want to watch you jerk off!" So, Matt sat at
the foot of his bed, Indian style, and began stroking his
tool gently so as not to ejaculate. Missy watched without
expression as she began fingering herself. Matt slowed a
little, catching his pre-cum with his free hand and licking
it away. He could tell Missy was almost going to come, so he
stopped jerking himself and sprawled Missy beneath him. She
tilted her bed back and closed her eyes, letting Matt know it
was time.
Matt pushed a couple inches of cock into her and gently
sawed at her clitoris. She came. He sped up a little,
pushing deeper as he thrusted inward, until he was sliding
all but the glans of his prick out. His purple bat pulsed
with blood as he worked at the writhing woman beneath him.
Matt was nearing orgasm when Missy had still another
orgasm and pushed him away from her. She immediately went
down on him and sucked him until he felt the final tension of
orgasm creep into him. "I'm gonna jizz!" he exclaimed, but
she continued sucking his rod.
Matt's whole body tensed as his cock blew a tablespoon's
worth of warm, white, sticky fluid into Missy's mouth. He
slid his glistening penis out of her mouth and watched what
she'd do. She stuck out her tongue and pulled Matt's cum wad
off it with two dainty fingers. Like a snotty hack, it stuck
in a clump and dangled, threatening to drip. She dropped the
wad between her breasts and managed to shake it from her
finger. "Eat it!" she said.
Matt had tasted his own cum before, so this was nothing
new. He started at Missy's navel and gradually worked his
way up to her breasts where he slurped in his warm jizz and
swallowed it.
The two lay close for an hour or more. Missy fell
asleep. Matt cleaned up the kitchen then, thinking of the
evening, criticizing himself for many "roads not taken", and
then he returned to the bedroom and fell asleep beside the
beautiful chick he had just fucked.
In the morning when he awakened, she was gone. She had
left a note:
Matt,
You are one great lay! I never had such a good
time. Next time I'm in town, we'll have to get together
again.
Love, Missy.
Beside the note she had left the necklace with the
handcuffs' key.
***
A few days later, Matt's friend Steve came over with his
girlfriend, Lisa. "Matt, Missy couldn't stop telling Lisa
all about what you'd done to her, so I just had to bring her
over and let you do her too."
"Sure, but she's your girlfriend! How can you let me
split her up the middle?"
"Here's the catch, Matt," Lisa interrupted. "Steve will
let me fuck you if he can join in. Menage a trois."
"I don't know. I work best alone," Matt said. "But I
guess a threesome won't hurt."
The three went into the living room and undressed.
Steve seemed a little embarrassed at being only a five-inch
man while his friend was a 2/3 foot long. Lisa was almost as
beautiful as her sister, but she was a brunette and she
shaved her pussy clean, unlike her sister who left some bush
into which to push.
Steve began kissing Lisa and poking at her crotch with
his tool as Matt rubbed her down, fondled her tits and poked
his fingers up her cunt, sometimes meeting the tip of his
friend's penis there. Steve secretly enjoyed Matt's touches.
Lisa made the two guys stand with their cocks close
together, the she took them both in her mouth at the same
time, making them rub together, lubricated by her saliva and
their pre-cum which had begun to flow with the stimulation.
Both men enjoyed the feeling, Steve a little more with his
secret bisexual feelings. Steve came to orgasm rather
quickly and showered Matt's cock and Lisa's throat with his
chemicals. Matt withdrew his slick prick and once again
began feeling up Lisa. Steve went around the back of her and
kneaded her tits from behind.
Eventually Matt inserted his penis into Lisa and began
thrusting slowly and deeply. Steve entered her cunt from
behind. She felt as if she would split with two men in her.
Matt did all the stroking. Steve and Lisa just moaned in
unison as Matt thrusted. Lisa soon came to orgasm, while
Steve was almost at a peak. Matt was going to pull out and
do something else when Steve begged him to continue, so he
did. The two men orgasmed at the same time. A lot of cum
began oozing out of Lisa's packed pussy. The three
separated, dripping sexual fluids in a small area on the
floor (this would clean up later, Matt knew).
For the evening's finale, after a twisting orgy of
kissing and sucking bodies and genitalia, Lisa sat one man on
each side of her on the sofa and masturbated each one to a
final orgasm. Matt's was still substantial in quantity.
Steve's was a mere drip. His excitement showed, though, by
his scrotum which was drawn tightly close to his body.
Lisa and Steve dressed and left Matt, lying naked,
watching TV. Before Lisa left, she gave Matt a long kiss on
the dried-cum covered tip of his cock.
***
A few days later, Matt met a girl he had gone to high-
school with five years before while he was shopping. Her
name was Quinella but went by Tish for short. She invited
Matt to her apartment which she and two other girls shared.
The two girls were there when they stepped through the door.
Katie and Jill made "eyes" when they saw what Tish had
brought home. They each hoped for a piece of cock, which
they were sure Tish would let Matt give them; they had shared
men before, Matt would be no exception.
After a couple of glasses of champagne, the girls
suddenly "turned" on Matt. Tish stuck her tongue in Matt's
ear and whispered foul sexual things which only served to
turn him on. Katie began stroking his legs, often pushing
against the growing mound in his trousers. Jill unbuttoned
his shirt and began kissing his chest all the way down past
his navel.
Tish got his shirt off and then the three girls fell
upon him and began massaging, kissing and licking his chest
and face. Katie went for his pants and had them off him
rather quickly. He was left in a pair of baggy boxer shorts
with a fly that lay open and revealed a tuft of pubic hair
and a glimpse of fully-erect dick.
Jill put her mouth to the fly of his underwear and
sucked gently on one of his big testicles and nosed at his
penis. Tish pushed the other girls away then and grabbed his
underpants by the waistband and pulled them off him. Jill
and Tish went for his throbbing cock as Katie went up to his
mouth and tongue-kissed him madly.
Matt felt two tongues sliding up and down his cock from
its reddend tip to the area between his legs beneath his
jello-like scrotum. One of the girls flipped him over. A
face was beneath him, sucking his cock quite thoroughly. One
of the girls started licking at his anus, stimulating him in
a way he enjoyed very much. Another one thrust her pussy in
his face and spread her vulva and let him lap at her pink
clit.
The licking and sucking brought him to orgasm. He
nearly choked Tish, the one who he discovered was blowing
him, with his wad. A poem went through his head: "Hickory
Dickory Dock, a chick was sucking my cock. The clock struck
two, I blew my goo, Hickory Dickory Dock." He had heard it on
a CD some years back. Matt decided it was time to take
charge.
He sat the girls on their couch. Tish was in the
middle. He made each finger themselves for a while, then he
ordered them to open their legs and spread open their cunts.
He put his face up to Tish's pussy and began cunnilingus as
he hand-jobbed the other two.
He tasted Tish's sweet pussy juice and imagined his
hands were tasting the same sweetness within the cunts of the
other two girls.
Tish came first and squirted more vagina fluids on him.
Jill and Katie came about the same time about two minutes
later.
To cap off the evening, Matt got his cock hard again and
fucked each girl up the cunt, bringing each to orgasm. They
finished by all descending upon his dick and sucking it until
it became a fountain of jizzum, spraying them all.
Matt dressed, then went back to his apartment, showered
then slept soundly.
The End
D.P.
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