STORM AND STEPHEN.

The room is configured so anyone in the shower is visible to all in that room. I always enjoy flaunting my oversize cock to new acquaintances. Storm and Stephen are watching closely and the room service boy is rapt as I tease my flaccid cock to a semi-erection

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock – ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

This Friday Ada has organized an assignment for me with Storm and Stephen. “You have a serious ass fetish, these two should should have great appeal for you. Storm used to be a Las Vegas showgirl before Stephen married her. He is a very wealthy, titled Englishman in his fifties. She was renowned for her magnificent ass and still is even though she is past forty.

“Do you know why we want that table and what we are going to do with it Marcel?”, Stephen asks the room service boy with great aplomb as he reads his name off his badge.

“Two men are going to have a kinky, sexual threesome with my wife,” he smiles wickedly as I enter. The gown he gave me has no belt and my semi-erection is visible to three people.

“Would you like to remove Michael’s gown for us Marcel?,” Stephen asks. “I told your supervisor you might be some time setting up the table, so no need to feel pressured to get back to work.”

His hands are trembling as he stands behind me and slides my gown off as Storm and Stephen watch intently.

“Michael has something we both want,” Stephen smiles as he rubs oil over my torso and teases my nipples with a fingertip. “This oil has magical qualities, purchased in Hong Kong and manufactured in The New Territories. It sells for five-hundred pounds a bottle in London.

“Have you worked out what Michael has we both want Marcel?,” Stephen teases as my cock responds.

“His big cock?,” Marcel stammers as he ogles my thick almost fully erect cock.

“Would you like to remove Storm’s gown for us Marcel? She used to be a showgirl in Vegas.”

Again his hands are trembling as he stands behind Storm and removes her gown.

“Can you guess why she was such a hit in Vegas, Marcel?

“Have you ever seen such a magnificent ass? Forty-three inches, highlighted my that tiny black g-string, no dimples, no sagging, tucked in waist and thighs to match, with an all over tan.