Orgasms II

(No- seriously :p)

I just returned from a 4-day engagement in Paris, and noticed a few responses to my Orgasms post. So to put all at ease, I will tell the story of another client. Only this is one I adore, but do not lust after. I often fantasize about Bob during private moments of self-indulgence, but in all honesty, he’s probably the only client who enters my private boudoir. Well… actually, there is Paul, but I’ll save him for another time.

The weekend after I met Bob I was summoned to meet another lovely client of mine. I will call him Bruce. Bruce is a business tycoon (finance) of about 60, and while he’s no looker, he’s as sweet as pie. He’s a southern gentleman with all the charm that goes with the territory (and all the old-boy notions of gender relations; luckily I benefit from being able to fit into his little cubby-hole of how a “lady oughta be”).

On the evening he requested my company, I happened to be at a three-day sex party with my husband and two of our lifestyle couples friends we usually join for such fun. I was able to make some excuses about being needed for a project proposal dinner (they think I am in advertising), and they promised to make sure my beloved didn’t get lonely.

Bruce usually takes me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant in town which only has a tasting menu and requires jackets for men. I enjoy dining there because it is one of the only places at which I can wear some of the beautiful cocktail dresses I have collected over time, and at which I can order a delicious white burgundy by the glass. But this particular evening, Bruce had something else in mind.

When I arrived at the hotel, I met him in the lounge for a quick glass of champagne before he absconded with me to his suite. He pointed to an envelope on the coffee table and told me he included enough for an overnight engagement, but that it was up to me how long I decided to stay. He mentioned that he had friends in town who were expecting to dine with him that evening, and that he would likely not be able to spend all night with me. Then he presented me with the gift of a book- Bruce always gets me books he knows I would love to read because he pays attention when I speak-and this time was no exception.

Bruce had a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the dining table, and next to it was a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries- he loves to feed them to me. At this hotel, they are extra large and the chocolate is rich, so they are very filling. After feeding each other a strawberry or two, I began undressing him, beginning with his tie and ending with his socks. Bruce took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, each of us with champagne in hand, and there he succeeded in undressing me. I kneeled down in front of him between his legs and paid homage to his erectness with champagne in my mouth. (I have found that gentlemen seem to enjoy the tingly sensation this brings.) After a few such sips of champagne, Bruce beckoned me up onto the bed with him and told me he had other plans for me this time: that I was to be the object of all of his attention that evening. Bruce just loves to pleasure women orally, and I dare say he is excellent. He certainly has enough practice to make him adept.

He lay me on the bed in front of him, and with a bit of champagne on his own tongue, commenced 3 hours of pleasuring me, only coming up for air long enough to have a sip of champagne or iced water every so often. We tried counting my orgasms- he likes to keep track- but we both ended up losing count. I can tell you this, though: in my 7 years of professional companionship, I have never had so many consecutive orgasms! Not once after my initial champagne licks did he allow me to attend to his pleasure. I must have come over a hundred times. For most of the three hours, I was in an orgasm-induced trance, and for the last hour- our 4th- I lay there trying to get my land-legs back as we caressed each other and caught up on each other’s lives. At the end of the 4th hour, Bruce received a phone call summoning him to dinner, so we both showered, dressed, and kissed goodbye.

When I counted the money in the envelope the next day, Bruce had placed an extra 1K in it for me. I’d been compensated extremely well for simply lying there and accepting his pleasuring me. Not a bad day on the job, eh?

When I returned to my husband and our friends, needless to say, I had very little energy left. But I was quite pleased to have three nice cocks at my disposal: all of those orgasms left me wanting one inside of me! I was also pleased to focus my attention on the two ladies, giving them some of the loving, orgasmic energy I’d received earlier that evening. And they were most assuredly pleased to be the recipients.