Gigolo entraps an old crush

I am Vernon a single average guy 27 years of age. And for the past 5 of those years have earned my living as a gigolo. Being paid to supply sex to clients.

I started my working life working in a store, where my gift of the gab won customers of both sexes over and made me popular with my work colleagues.

I was not an adonis, but from starting my working life I began to make the best of myself by starting a exercise regime and buying good clothes and beauty products, and discovering sex.

I started paying escorts for sex so that I could enjoy a range of uninhibited sexual fantasies and kinks that I had. And professional escorts for a fee were happy to accommodate those fantasies with me.

It was through this as to how I became a professional gigolo. One of the escorts I used often was also a bit of a Madam, and organised sex parties for her punters. And it was she who suggested I help out at one of these gatherings, which after some thought I did, And I found myself enjoying the voyeuristic part of having sex in front of strangers, and more importantly, being able to “perform” in that environment.

The Madam, Victoria subsequently liking how I performed at the event told me that she sometimes got requests from female clients for male sexual partners, and she could if I was willing and for a fee hook me up with some of these women.

I was then nearly 22 years old and thought having sex with women and being paid to do so was a win win and accepted. And so it began and within months I had quit my job and became a full time gigolo.

I sat at the window of the coffee shop, latte in hand relaxing and remembering last night. The client was in her late fifties and overweight, but smelt nice. She was married and kept her ring on her finger and as usual no mention of the spouse was uttered. The meal and small talk was nice and of course she paid and after several drinks at the hotel bar we went to her room.

As soon as we had entered the room I had closed the door, turned to her and pulled her near and grabbed her plump arse in both hands, squeezing her arse cheeks while planting kisses to her neck, and letting her feel my hot breath on her ear before planting a passionate kiss to her lips that turned into a mutual French kiss. It was an approach I used often to allay the sometimes nervousness the client had in asking for what they had payed for…a good no strings attached fuck.

I smiled at the memory of pulling the clients bra down unleashing her large saggy tits from their confines and planting my hands on them and hearing her sighs as I kneaded and planted my mouth on one of her large nipples and feeling it get harder as I suckled it while massaging the other between my fingertips. As usual that was enough to get my cock reacting and so I had guided the now topless client to the bed before moving back and quickly stripping bollock naked for her to admire what she was paying for. I smiled again remembering her face as she watched as I slowly wanked myself before her to get a full hard on.

I must admit I liked to give value for money and knew I had done so last night. When I left the hotel room several hours later she had been made love to and also had raw uninhibited sex too. The smile on my face became a grin recalling her gripping my arm with both hands and her teeth biting into my shoulder trying to stifle groans of passion as I had fingered her wet sploshing cunt to yet another orgasm. I knew I had earned the tip she gave me. and again I had enjoyed the evening, another win win.

Idly perusing the street I suddenly recognised a once familiar face. I peered harder to make sure. Yes I was correct. Margaret was walking towards the coffee shop. My mind went back to when i worked in the store. Margaret was employed in the canteen as the cook. I remembered how I and the other young male employees always flirted with her.