MALE ESCORT FOR FRENCH FASHION COUPLE

Relaxing and romantic saxophone music playing when the door opened. The concierge was more surprised then me when we both looked at the two people dressed in short, black silk camisoles, heels and black stockings, a French couple, one a gorgeous woman in her forties, the other a very effeminate, slightly younger male, with a pencil thin black moustache.

Brief introductions while we looked over each after the concierge had a second glance over his shoulder as he departed, “I am Marie the President of part of a multi-national fashion company, Pierre is my very talented designer.

Our business here in your city has been very successful, we want to celebrate with you before we fly out tomorrow afternoon cherie,” she told me in perfect, though accented English. There was an obvious bond between Marie and Pierre, a business and sexual bond, their determination to have me, use me for their sexual pleasure on show.

Marie was distinctly French, very French, I mused, so chic, so feminine, mentally comparing her to other older French women I had entertained, watching fascinated as she removed her earrings, smiling directly at me, something I find incredibly sexy, a signal she was preparing for sex. Incredibly chic, enticing eyes, a brilliant smile, capped by a smart, very French short, brunette hairdo.

“I think you are aware of the reasons we invited you here tonight Michael?,” Pierre asked as he moved behind Marie and slowly removed her camisole, building the sexual tension, both of them smiling at me, looking for my reaction, leaving her naked apart from her heels, black stockings, a garter belt to hold them up and a cup-less bra.

“Marie is wearing our latest Parisian range, specially conceived for the Sydney market,” he told me as Marie posed hands on hips, legs slightly spread, to show me her gorgeous size-10 body, flaunting it for me pirouetting and turning for me, as she watched me admiring her well kept body.

Wonderful long legs, a beautifully trimmed, long thin tuft of jet black pubic hair above her bald cunt lips (so very French), a flat stomach, a tucked in waist, small, pert tits with large aureoles and nipples and wonderful beautifully proportioned hips, with a taut, much bigger ass than I expected.

“I am also wearing our latest Parisian range, an exact match to what Marie is wearing for you, specially conceived for the Sydney market,” Pierre told me as he held my gaze and slowly let his camisole fall to the floor, leaving him naked apart from his heels, black stockings, a garter belt to hold them up and a cup-less bra. With his effeminate manner and long blond hair he could almost pass as a female – if it wasn’t for the large cock dangling between his legs,

Would I be comfortable with Pierre sucking my cock later as he and Marie expect, I mused? Yes, definitely, I decided as I looked at both of their bodies, turned on by both of them and their expectations of me.

I was reminded again of Ada’s warning (or boast) long ago, ‘we provide for some very kinky people, talented people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes,’ as I took a second look at Pierre’s almost naked body, and large, heavy, shaved flaccid cock dangling between his legs.

A few days earlier my agent Ada, asked if I would be available for a session with a French fashion couple. “They are fashionistas, part of a huge French conglomerate, in town to sign up new distributors and for a show. Marie is the President of the company, Pierre is the very talented designer,” she told me.

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, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

I quickly learnt my agent Ada has a niche clientele of older women who enjoy watching their toyboy, lover or husband giving a blowjob to a younger well hung gigolo after they have watched her fucking him. It can be incredibly exciting for me if the woman is actively participating, a three-way, even more exciting if the woman has a sexy persona and a good body as Marie does.

“Yes, Marie wants you to fuck her before she watches Pierre give you fellatio, a blow job. A typical assignment for you these days. A nice trophy client for my agency and another trophy fuck for you, the President of the fashion arm of a French conglomerate.

“Undress Michael for me, I want to see his naked body, and we both want to see if he has a twenty-five centimetre erection, ten inches in Australia,” Marie told Pierre before he removed my shirt, sliding his soft fingers over my back and chest before I helped him slide my slacks over my ankles.

Wonderful sexual tension for the three of us as Marie and I watched Pierre removing my jock strap, undoing the clip at the side of it, my almost already full on erection bulging out of it before it fell to the floor. “Oh sacré bleu, my god, so big,” Marie exclaimed.

By now Pierre had an erection, staring at my erection. “This is from our range, one of Pierre’s designs,” Marie told me as she handed me a tiny black parcel containing what appeared to be a ball of string. “Wear it for me,” she told me as she helped me on with it, a tight hole barely big enough to slide my erection and balls through before she clipped it at both sides, with two thin straps over my ass. “Does that feel good,” she asked rhetorically. It did feel good, while I ogled their almost naked bodies.

I wasn’t at all surprised when Marie laid me on my back, taking control, wanting to dominate while fucking me. I learnt long ago powerful female business leaders love to assert their authority. Fine by me. And they are inevitably extremely good, some incredibly good, at fucking in the dominant position, using my erection, all of it, up to my balls as they manipulate their body for their sexual gratification while I grasp their ass cheeks.

Pierre was on a chair close by watching intently, I did like him watching, as Marie slowly climbed on top of me, lowering herself slowly, ever so slowly, onto my thick, rock hard, ten-inch erection, as she whispered incomprehensibly in French, until she had my erection all the way inside her, straddling me with her legs on either side of my hips, before she begin to tease me with her cunt muscles. And what a tease, she was so good.

Rocking her hips in slow circles, helping her by holding onto her hips, guiding her in circles, rocking up and down and side to side, moving slowly, both of us very comfortable with the woman-on-top position. For both of us, our experience in this position a bonus turn on for each other, before Marie had her vulva sitting straight up over my erection sitting with her ass and back to me.

I had wanted to touch and feel her taut, much bigger ass than I expected, since the moment she showed it to me, placing my hands under her ass cheeks and lifting them gently, changing the direction of my pelvis, allowing for even deeper penetration and more sensation, toward her cervix, wanting to lead her to more intense orgasms.

From experience I knew dominant lovers love these positions because they have more control over the speed and depth of their thrusting and can also stimulate their clitoris at the same time. In this position, some women were able to maneuver the direction of my erection to be able to achieve a G-spot orgasm. Marie was no exception as worked herself up to G-spot orgasm for me after a number of smaller orgasms.

The way Marie bought me to orgasm while on top of me was amazing, awesome even, sliding along my erection and expertly manipulating her cunt muscles simultaneously, looking at me, so confident in her ability, making me wait, building my sexual pleasure.

“Oh fuck. You are so good, so fucking good,” I groaned as I couldn’t hold back any longer.

An hour later Pierre was watching me shower, both of us holding each other’s gaze, making it obvious he wanted to give me fellatio for his personal sexual satisfaction, fellatio for a hung, trophy male escort in a foreign country he could boast to his pals about back in Paris. While I was making it obvious I wanted him to give me fellatio for his personal sexual satisfaction and mine. A bonus turn on for both of with Marie watching.

I was trying to resist getting an erection for him, teasing me and him while we looked at each other’s naked bodies, then giving in teasing my soapy cock with the hand held, needle spray shower head, teasing myself and Pierre while Marie, still naked after her shower with me looked on.

I was recalling Ada’s words, ‘My agency has a niche clientele of older women who enjoy watching their toyboy, lover or husband giving a blowjob to a younger well hung gigolo after they have watched her fucking him.’

Today an effeminate French lingerie designer for my sexual pleasure, and his sexual pleasure and conquest, fellatio, a blow job for me, while his lady boss, the President of the company watches. The needle spray on my now almost erect cock was so erotic with a male and female watching, almost fully erect for them.

Fellatio can be incredibly exciting for me if the woman I have fucked earlier is actively participating, a three-way, talking to us, enjoying, turned on watching two men, even more exciting if the woman has a sexy persona and a good body as Marie does.

Pierre had me facing a mirror, not yet realising I am turned on by visuals, receiving head looking into a mirror so I can look down at the action in the mirror. I was resting on a high stool, still wet, my feet barely touching the floor, Marie’s naked body behind me, pressing against me, as she teased my wet nipples, kissing my neck.

Pierre’s only contact with me, his tongue and lips on the tip of my thick, ten-inch erection, wondering, hoping if a kinky, male French fashion designer would be over the top, sexually exciting for me, new levels of fellatio?

Pierre was still wearing his heels, black stockings, garter belt and a cup-less bra, “I wanted to wear something that I feel incredibly sexy in, hoping you are turned as much as me while I have you. Are you Michael?”

“Yes, I am Pierre,” I told him truthfully as I ogled his huge, erection, framed by his garter belt. Teasing me visually while touching and running his tongue up and down my erection, slowly, after he kissed and stroked my torso.

His hands and fingers teasing my balls, then my erection. Varying his pace, testing what I like, adjusting his pacing. Listening carefully for my reactions, my heavy breathing and sighs.

Purring for me, telling me, showing me he is loving giving me head, as I feel the soft vibration from his voice on my erection, adding to our experience. Communicating with him, making sure he knows what I like and want. When Pierre spat on my erection to keep things wet and smooth for him, for us, it was so macho, so exciting to see and feel him spitting on my erection. reacting, jerking.

He was making eye contact with me, adding even more intimacy, an extra turn-on for me. Expertly flicking the underside of the head of my erection, so sensitive, so good.

The tip of my erection was leaking precum, if I can notice it, I am enjoying it, noting what Pierre did to make it happen, the vein along my erection bulging for him, for us.

Teasing me by taking a break, ignoring my erection, sucking and teasing my balls, Licking then sucking them, then a combination of both, using his tongue in a sucking rhythm. Breathing while my erection was in his mouth. Both of us so comfortable, as he sucked air in to tighten the space in his mouth, so pleasurable.

Running his hands over my chest and torso, feeling my thighs, touching them in sensitive spots, teasing me by ignoring my erection, before re-focusing on my erection, his hands limp.

Then his his tongue and fingers on my perineum, the area between my scrotum and anus, so very sensitive, I love being stimulated there with Pierre using his tongue and fingers.

I was trying not to focus on my orgasm, my cum shot, trying not to overthink it That would mark the end of this experience. Pierre was slowly edging towards taking more of my erection in, but not pressuring himself. Sex is about exploring, and so much better when your brain is in the moment, as Pierre’s was right then.

I had almost forgotten Marie was watching, still naked, though now with an evil looking vibrator in one hand, sliding it into her vagina, two fingertips of her other hand teasing her cunt lips.

“Swallow, oui?,” Pierre managed to ask me, my hands behind my head, as I slid my erection between his lips in a fucking motion while he was kneeling in front of me.

Before I could answer ‘oui,’ Marie answered for me, her hands on my hips, abetting, adding to my fucking motion. “Oui, oui, oui, oui,” she whispered as she watched her fashion designer complete my incredible blow job.

“Can we have some feedback Michael? What did you like? What would have liked more of? What will you tell your agent about us?,” Marie asked as she handed me a bag with their brand name.

“Pierre and me took great trouble to assemble a range of our most expensive lingerie for you. He made a point of including some cup-less bras for you, just like one he is wearing.

“Will you wear a cup-less bra for him? Please?,” she asked as she handed me five, one hundred bills. “He wants to look at your naked body wearing just a cup-less bra for him, while he masturbates for us, for both of us, you especially.”

Once again I was reminded of Ada’s warning (or boast) long ago, ‘we provide for some very kinky people, talented people,’ as I looked at Pierre’s almost naked body, his large, heavy, shaved erection pointing upwards between his legs, as he watched Marie fasten the bra on me. My kinky side liked it, a kinky first for me.

Did someone say kinky? Pierre was in a frenzy, masturbating for his sexual relief, and for Marie and me as though there was no tomorrow. Alternating his gaze between my cup-less bra and my new erection.

I will enjoy telling my agent Ada all about Marie and Pierre, next time she offers me a new assignment.