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My name is Chas, short for Charles, but no one calls me by anything but Chas. I went with that version of my name when I was in high school. I figured it gave me something unique, maybe distinctive. It also comes in handy in my line of work. You see, I’m a male escort, a gigolo if you will. The ladies seem to love calling me Chas and, since they are paying to play, whatever they love works for me. I’m 26 years old, 6’2″ and 185 lbs. of lean, toned body. I was blessed with a large cock, just shy of 10″ when hard and thick like a big fat hunk of sausage. You’d think that having a big dick makes me popular with my clients, and it does, to some extent, but having a large piece of man-meat is wasted if you don’t know how to use it. Believe me, I know how to use it, along with other things. In this business it’s how you treat the ladies that determines whether you’re successful or not. I’ve been fortunate to have my ladies begging for more, and it’s all because I know what makes them happy. I specialize in mature women. I think it goes back to when I was younger and the hot 48-year-old neighbor, Carol, took a liking to me and seduced me. Every boy in the neighborhood fantasized about her, but I was the only one who ever fucked her. One afternoon I mowed her lawn for her and, when she invited me inside to pay me, she allowed her robe to fall open, exposing her still firm breasts and hairy pussy. I sprouted wood as soon as I saw her naked body and, once she got her hands on my throbbing cock, she was hooked. Being so young, I was able to fuck her five times that afternoon and by the time I left, she was gasping for breath. Carol had me back to her house many times that summer. She couldn’t get enough of my hard cock, but she also gave me some valuable lessons in how to please a mature woman. She showed me how to not only eat older pussy, but also how to appreciate the mature body, how to please her in ways other than ramming my big prick inside her. By the time the summer was over, I knew what I wanted to do in life. Carol had opened my eyes to a whole new world and I wanted to take advantage of what I had learned. College was a bit of a bore for me. I just basically drifted through my classes and got a degree escort in Political Science, but the biggest thing to happen to me in college was during my Junior year when I met Vanessa. We met at a campus bar and wound up spending the weekend at her apartment. During that weekend I told her about my interest in older women and she offered to set me up with some of her mother’s friends. She told me that if I was interested, some of these women would be willing to pay me to have sex with them. That piqued my interest, because what could be better than fucking older women and being paid to do it? She told me that she wanted a cut of my fee in return for finding me “dates”. We agreed on a 15% cut for her and she said that she would have some possible dates for me as early as next weekend. I only had one restriction, and that was that the women had to be attractive. No big old cows for me, if you please. It didn’t take long. Vanessa called me on Wednesday and told me that two of her mom’s friends were interested, if the price was right. I didn’t have a clue what the going rate was for sex, never having paid for it before. I asked Vanessa what she thought I should charge. She thought $500 was reasonable. That gave her $75, and I would be expected to take the client out for either drinks or dinner. After expenses, I was looking to net around $300 or more each night. Not bad for banging an older lady, I thought. I told her to set it up for Friday and Saturday. Vanessa would pick up the fee in advance, so there wouldn’t be any money changing hands between me and the client. The weekend was a total success. I had drinks and sex with Miriam on Friday night and dinner and sex with Rhonda on Saturday night. Both women were very attractive and both insisted on picking up the checks. The sex was outstanding. Both women really turned me on and I gave them everything that Carol had taught me. I left them both begging for more. That was the beginning. Over these last six years I have established myself as one of the top freelance escorts in the area. My fees went up accordingly and I now command $1500 for an evening of sex with those mature women who wanted a young man in bed escort bayan and could afford it. Vanessa did an outstanding job as my business agent and I was in such demand that my weekends were booked solid. Hell, I even did some work during the week. A horny older woman doesn’t care what night she gets laid, so why should I? I also upped her retainer to 20%. I was doing well, so there was no reason why I shouldn’t share in my success. My expenses were minimal, since most of these women, especially the repeat customers, were only too happy to pay for drinks and/or dinner. On Mondays Vanessa and I meet for lunch, where she goes over the previous week’s appointments, gives me my money and lets me know what is coming up for the week. We’ve never had sexual relations since that weekend we met. She’s still a major league hottie, but we’ve never mixed business with pleasure. This Monday, Vanessa had an interesting proposition for me. She was contacted by two women who live together who wanted to know if they could schedule a threesome. They were bisexual, both 58, retired teachers and living together for 30 years. They had never done a threesome with another man, but when they heard about me they realized that it was time to try it out. I didn’t need to hear any more about them. I was eager to get it on with two mature women at once, but I didn’t know what to charge them. It seemed unfair to charge them both $1500, knowing that I couldn’t give each of them my undivided attention. I suggested a two-for-one discount to Vanessa. She laughed. “What’s next, Chas, a coupon? Maybe an AARP discount? What’s gotten into you?” “Vanessa,” I said. “We’ve never done this before and I just feel like giving them a break. Besides, word might get out and we could make a killing on this.” “What do you have in mind?” “I was thinking $2000 for the two of them.” Vanessa looked skeptical, but I used a little logic on her. “Think about it, Vanessa. Look at it like a $500 bonus for the night. It isn’t fair to charge them double, so I think $2000 is fine. You’re still looking at a $400 fee. If we booked a single you’d only be getting $300. Everybody makes out if we do it my way.” Vanessa bayan escort could only smile at my logic. “Okay, Chas, I’ll tell them they are catching a break. They want to do this on Saturday night. Is that okay with you?” “That will be perfect. If they are good, I’ll have all day Sunday to recover. Don’t book anything for Sunday, though.” Friday night I had a repeat customer, Ingrid. She was divorced and didn’t want to dive back into the dating pool, so she decided to pay for her sexual needs. Ingrid was, how shall I say, a little tiny in the vagina. When she saw my big cock she really had second thoughts about going through with it, but I took my time with her and before we were done she was begging me to ram it home hard. She’s been a regular ever since, seeing me once every 6-8 weeks. Vanessa had given me the information on the two women for Saturday night. Their names were Patricia and Ramona. I was to meet them at a bar that I wasn’t familiar with, so I figured to get there a little before 8 o’clock, which was our appointment time. As I sat at the bar, I wondered what pair would walk through the door. I was sure they would be attractive, because Vanessa knew what I liked and what could be a deal breaker. I had barely ordered my drink when they walked up to me at the bar. Patricia was a larger woman, not fat, but just big all over, like an Amazon. She had curly blonde hair, big tits and she had a devilishly seductive grin on her face. She looked to be a lot of fun. Her partner, Ramona, was the polar opposite of Patricia. Ramona was beyond thin, with a tight but attractive face and a pixie cut hairdo. She wore pants and a tight t-shirt under a black suit jacket. She was mysterious enough to make me wonder what her body would look like on all fours, with my big cock shoved up her skinny ass. I had every intention of finding out. As we had drinks, Patricia was outgoing, laughing and outrageous. Ramona hardly said a word, but when I suggested that we adjourn to someplace a little more private, her eyes lit up and I detected a slight smile. Patricia told me to follow them to their place, and to try and keep up, because she liked to drive fast. Of course. After nearly falling too far behind Patricia I managed to follow her to their home. It was in the hills overlooking the city, remote enough to guarantee privacy, but not too far off the main roads. I followed the ladies inside and we stood inside the foyer looking awkwardly at each other. “So what do we do now?” said Patricia.
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