A couple of excerpts from some short stories about male escorts

Review: Dan the builder

Performance 10/10
Personality 7/10
Appearance 10/10

Last summer I had an extension to my deck and the builder was exceptionally built. It was hot so he usually wore a wife-beater, but then it would be removed as the day got hotter and his tanned body glistened with sweat. This scenario brought out all my lady-perve tendencies.

It was a phone call I didn’t expect to make. I was so nervous I almost had to write a script but instead a few hastily scribbled notes was sufficient. How could I tell him I wanted to fuck him without sounding like the crazy lady from Baby Reindeer. I know, I thought, I will offer to pay him.

“Hi, this is non-Amber, I’m the lady whose deck you erected last week. I was wondering, by any chance have you ever been or would you ever be interested in becoming a male escort?” That’s how the phone call began, very awkwardly. But by the end of the phone call I had persuaded him to come and fuck me for triple the rate he charged as a builder. Cash.

My fantasy was simple, he would come to my house to do some tradesman work but be finished earlier than expected, so I would put to him that I could spend the rest of the time I had paid for sucking his cock and he would agree.

But then there would be a twist: I would ask him to please me in the way I like to be pleased, he would start having a pang of guilt or two and begin to resist, but I would insist, telling him if he didn’t agree, I would complain to his boss.

The booking itself went without a hitch, in fact I asked to extend the booking and we spent most of an afternoon roleplaying my fantasy repeatedly, me as the horny housewife with an insatiable appetite for hot trade, and he exceptionally and easily playing the hot trade.

He left that day with a pocketful of hundred dollar bills including the outcall fee and payment for extending the booking at my request plus a tip for his wonderful afternoon’s hot sweaty work.

He also gave me permission to share his number with any of my girlfriends who may need some work done about the house.

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Review: Viking Vince

Performance: 10/10
Personality: 9/10
Appearance: 7/10

Backstory:
So my first husband was the firstborn in a big Catholic family, whose mother had suffered from what was then known as postnatal depression, so for her youngest children, his father, the local GP, hired a 21 year old nanny (who, as an aside, seduced my then 16 year old husband-to-be and taught him every wonderful thing he needed to know). My former father-in-law also hired a tennis coach so his wife could have a sport to keep her fit and take her mind off her children. This really did the trick as she didn’t suffer from PND for the last two babies and from then on, tennis was quite the passion for her.

So when I had my first baby, my husband hired a Swedish exchange student, Sven, as my tennis coach. Sven was being hosted by my husband’s boss’s family, and I began to take tennis lessons. Sven was a strapping young man but nothing sexual ever happened between us.

Interestingly, playing the cuckold became one of my hubby’s favourite fantasies so he would interrogate me about my tennis lessons long after Sven had left for Europe to begin his adult life. Many an evening would be spent with my husband, my stories becoming wilder and dirtier, as I told him of Sven seducing me while he massaged me after my lessons, this was my first experience as the older woman and combined with the unfaithful wife roleplay, I could press all of my husband’s buttons in one fell swoop.

How I found Vince:

So when I was perusing an international escorts’ directory on Yahoo boards of all places, the advertisement of a Swedish man named Viking Vince popped up, sparking a few delightful reminiscences. Viking Vince’s face was craggy, suntanned and lived in, plus he had a bit of a dadbod so not conventionally handsome, but he looked wonderful to me. Due to the Nordic model he was based in Sydney, but apparently he would travel.

I collected Vince from the airport and he was easy to spot as he advertised face-out, but he could have been any hunky middle-aged man travelling here for golf, or to ski or maybe here for a conference. He was based at a very nice airbnb in Cashmere, with a view of the city from a large spa. The airbnb, which was advertised as having a full chef’s kitchen, had been stocked with wine and food which Vince had ordered online and I had collected (apart from the organic produce which I had handpicked that morning) as part of the booking involved a meal cooked by Vince, who listed in his profile that he was a qualified chef, trained in Paris.

With a kiss on the cheek I left him, and arranged to return at 7:30pm for dinner and a massage (extras would be decided on at the time of the booking as I did not want any pressure on either of us).

I wore a sexy satin-silk slip dress, cut on the bias so it softly embraced my every curve, with seamed stockings, nude strappy stilettos, and for initial formality and modesty, because I was not wearing any underwear other than the suspender belt which held up my silk stockings, a plain blazer.

Vince was freshly shaved and dressed in chinos and a shirt wearing a Chanel aftershave. He greeted me with warm compliments and offered to take my jacket. When he removed it he kissed the freckles on my shoulder. Smooth jazz was playing from the spa room while he fetched me a drink.

Our meal consisted of 6 small courses with gelato in between each course for degustation purposes. Each taste sensation improved on the last. It was the best meal I’d ever had but to be honest it passed in a blur.

Conversation was light and interesting, Vince is a clever man who told me he’d lived all around the world, including a short time in New Zealand many years ago. He fascinated me with stories of cooking and serving food for the who’s who of Europe: for royalty, celebrity and top Michelin star chefs. It was riveting, what an interesting man. He taught me how to make a perfect brûlée. (Use the heaviest cream you can get and he showed me a trick to expertly scrape off the foam on the top to get a smooth surface).

As we reclined on the sofa after the meal, he complimented me on what I was wearing and by the end of the evening, every part of my body had received his attention: my hands are elegant, my hair reminds him of Venus, my outfit choice was perfectly sensual, my skin is youthful, my freckles are delicious, my smile is beautiful, my breasts are perfect, my voice is sexy, I’m a pleasure to be with. Because he was so perfect and intelligent, none of these remarks felt like platitudes. I was floating on air. I had already removed my shoes and after the meal he asked if I’d like him to massage my feet.

As I unclipped my stockings, he massaged each toe then carefully removed my first stocking. He removed his shirt and while I removed my other stocking, I began walking my free foot up his sexy, hairy chest, before he caressed the ball of my freshly pedicured foot with his thumb and tickled each toe with his tongue. As I was not wearing panties, he may or may not have got a flash of my lady parts…

Next we were both naked and in the spa, kissing and feeling each other up as if we were both teenagers…

Next I was face down on the massage table watching his suntanned feet through the table’s breath hole while I received the most heavenly head massage…

Next warm oil was massaged into my receptive body for 30 or so minutes while the music faded away…

Next he helped me turn over then asked if I eventually wanted a yoni massage and/or oral sex…

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Review: Anonymous Dude

Performance 10/10
Personality 8/10
Appearance 8/10

So I decided not to name this guy because he’s not officially working atm, however any ladies who’d like to book him should get in touch with me.

The booking was easy to make, as I already knew he was wanting to be an escort as he had reached out to me. We had a few texts then I asked him to call me. A price was discussed which we were both happy with. I had no idea what he looked like but I could tell from his accent that he was African American.

He told me he was in his thirties (so more than a few decades younger than I) and we superficially discussed his background etc and made a time to meet. As he is not working officially yet and does not have premises, I arranged for him to come to my working rooms.

When he walked in, I was very happy with his appearance. He’s a good looking man. He also smells great. I asked if he’d like me to run the shower and it was when I came back from there, I first saw his cock. It was not hard, yet it was already enormous – definitely an XL condom for him.

He unzipped my dress and we chatted while I removed my shoes and undid my stockings from the suspenders. Then I waited while he showered.

The huge cock could be a deal breaker for some ladies if he was a boring one-speed kind of guy, as most ladies find fast pounding quite painful. Fortunately he was not that guy, instead he was a great lover. I won’t go into details as that would be unsavoury in this review other to say that we could have easily gone over the hour with our roll in the hay and he let me cum multiple times.

Size of course doesn’t matter but his cock was by far the largest I’ve ever had out of the thousands of cocks I’ve come into contact with over the years, however his size would have been irrelevant if it wasn’t for the fact he knows how to please a lady. Holding his cock made my hands look tiny. I couldn’t take all of it in to give him a bj, but I did my very best.

We got on really well and his personality was excellent but of course it was his skills in the sack that were memorable. The fact that he was so much younger than I made no difference as he told me he found mature ladies super hot.

Also, meeting with him sight unseen did not feel like a risk because I could tell from our phone conversation that his personality and attitude appealed to me, and this is probably a more important factor to ladies my age than appearance since it was purely a bedroom booking rather than an outing somewhere. Even if it was an outing booking, I would be really happy to be seen out with him: he’s a great looking man and anyone who saw us and wondered could think whatever they want.

I would definitely see him again and would highly recommend him.