I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s very attractive friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing...

As I drove into the town of Santa Ana, I was excited about the opportunities today might bring. My new position in the cartel meant I now had greater respect from the various people I supervised. Many of these people were young women whom I termed ‘Sinaloa Sirens’. They were the wives, fiancées, or long-term girlfriends of traffickers, logistic workers, falcons, and sicarios who worked directly under me. I had now worked...

Mrs. Forde was indeed having at least as much fun as her daughter, perhaps doubly so. She was now on her hands and knees on her bed, positioned diagonally across the corner. The only thing she wore was her sexy little high heels, and her ‘I HEART BBC’ necklace. Standing behind her was Ronny, who was very much enjoying fucking Mrs. Forde doggy style. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs moving over her stunning ass. Ron...

Kelly liked pretending to beg to suck the cock of a guy she liked. She knew men loved it, both the begging and the sucking. “Oh, Kelly,” Mr. Morton panted, taking a breath from sucking on her titties, “I…” Here it comes, Kelly thought. Pangs of guilt about cheating on his wife. Sucking on her tits he felt all right about, but having this teen dream suck his cock went too far? Men, thought Kelly; she loved them, but also l...

The next morning Kelly heard her mom out in the backyard on the phone to someone. She couldn’t make out what her mother was saying, but Kelly assumed she was arranging for the guy her mother had chosen from yesterday’s pool party to come over to the house that afternoon. Kelly was pretty certain who she was calling too. But Kelly had her own preparations to make. She went through her wardrobe, plus a couple of suitcases a...

Mrs. Forde parked up on the driveway of what was to be her home for the next few months. It was a rental that her company had paid for, and Mrs Forde hoped it had everything she had requested. “Kelly, wake up, we’re here,” Mrs Forde said as she got out of the SUV, looking the house over from the front. Mrs. Forde wore jean shorts and a white T-shirt. It had been a long drive all the way to this mid-sized town here in Ariz...

I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing that would one...

I will tell you the tale of how, as her driving instructor, I became involved with the busty blonde teen dream Mandy. My name is Jake, and during the recent Covid pandemic had substituted my income by working part-time as a driving instructor. My regular daytime office job had been badly affected by the changes to the global economy the pandemic had brought about. Once the government furlough scheme here in the U.K. ended...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled to Colombia on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a small remote town, as my uncle had moved there from the UK many years ago, and had bought a guesthouse. My Uncle Gerry was almost s...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I traveled to Colombia on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a small remote town, as my uncle had moved there from the UK many years ago, and had bought a guesthouse. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty,...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled to Colombia on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a small remote town, as my uncle had moved there from the UK many years ago, and had bought a guesthouse. My Uncle Gerry was almost s...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

Dust and sand continued to blow in from the Mojave Desert, through the metal chain link fencing, and across the concrete courtyard as I crossed it, heading up to the Visitor Centre. The sand often completely obscured the pathway beneath. Once a week the sanitation guys would come out and clear the sand from the courtyards, pathways, and pavements that ran between the many, many buildings of the state prison. But it would...