As models, we maintain a very warm relation with our clients. Thus, we always receive invitations for corporate business success parties/events. I don’t know what normal people think of rich businessmen who dress professionally in suits and coats and talk only about numbers and market share. But let me tell you they are the ones who keep mammoth fantasies and kinks in their heads.

They conduct these parties and always end up getting laid with some pretty girl attending. They cannot be blamed since they spend a considerable amount of time for work and thus compromising personal life and sex with their respective wives.

Most of these men are divorced since only rare women could understand them and stay with them. Some of them have passive wives too. They are also human beings with the urge to satisfy their sexual needs. It would be unfair for them to call sluts to be satisfied. So these parties are opportunities for them to showcase their flirting attitude to lure a beautiful girl and explore their playboy instincts later.

High-level contacts and influences are an integral part of a model’s career and thus to ensure that almost all models do sleep with businessmen. Let me be very clear there is no coercion/blackmailing involved, it’s just voluntary. “If you want to, then sleep with them and reap the benefits. Or else just don’t and stay put.” It is as simple as that.

I am not going to shy away in admitting that I’ve slept with a few businessmen and I have had some wonderful experiences from these sessions. This story is about a very kinky experience I had with a French mature businessman.

For the sake of brevity, I’ll name him as Peter. Peter was the chairman of several businesses in Central and Eastern Europe which included a fashion magazine promoting exotic wears. They wanted to do a project on sarees and thus approached my agency. I was allotted the duty to coordinate with him. After having some initial discussions over the phone we finally met in London for the final discussion pre-contract signing.

He looked smart in his formal wear, a blonde man, looked like in his late fifties, well built and about five-feet-ten-inches tall. He was very professional and we talked about the project. I was talking to him in the capacity of a Fashion Designer. I showed him some of my work and at that point only, he came to know that I’m a model also. He insisted that I should model for his shoot. Finally, I was assigned as the model and flew to France for a two-day shoot.

On the first day, it was an outdoor shoot in a garden and on the second day it was inside a studio in Antibes. He was there at the location on the first day morning and we had a brief talk. The second day while we were about to wind up our shoot he showed up. He was just behind the cameraman when he took the final click and the shoot was wrapped up. I was wearing an orange smooth silk saree and a golden blouse.

He came near me and said that I look gorgeous in that saree. He asked me to pose for some selfies with him. Then he asked me when I was returning and I said I had a flight booked for tomorrow afternoon. He instantly invited me over to a party he was organizing that night and I accepted it without a second thought. He gave me the contact number of one of his drivers and asked me to call him once I was ready so that he could pick me up from the hotel where I was staying. He requested to wear the exact same saree I was wearing that time.

Since I know what happens in these parties I knew I would be getting laid if I chose to. It was a while since I had sex and maintaining a friendship with him would be handy too, so I decided that if he offered I would get laid but only after ensuring safety because French guys can be crazy sometimes.

 The only doubt was whether it would be with him or any other guy. I reached my hotel room, took a nice bath and sprayed my favorite perfume, Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium, all over my body. I wore a pink panty and since I was wearing a backless blouse I couldn’t wear a bra. As requested, I wore the same orange saree with a golden blouse. I applied the seductive makeup and lipstick and wore black heels.

I called his driver who came to my hotel in five minutes. It didn’t take more than ten minutes to reach the hall where the party was organized. I went inside the hall and I was looking for him but could not find him as there were a lot of people. I proceeded to a welcome drink and while I was having it, he identified me in the crowd.

He came near me and for the first time hugged me. At all earlier occasions, it was a professional handshake. Then he introduced me to many of his professional friends as a representative of my agency and I was overwhelmed by that. Many old dudes, I guess, used the opportunity to hug me and touch my skin. Since he had to take care of all the guests, he left me with his secretary, a Czech woman.

She was so friendly and she didn’t leave me bored. Finally, we had food and immediately after that she was called by him. While I was alone, some old dudes became flirty with me. She came back and took me to a secluded area. As expected, she came with a request from him for a one-night stand at his bungalow. As usual, I asked some questions relating to my safety and finally agreed to it.

She instructed me to take a car at the back door which I obliged. After traveling for some ten minutes the driver stopped at a remote place and told me that Peter would join me soon. After a wait, he came in a car and joined me. Peter took over the driving and the driver went back in the other car.

While we were driving, he told me that ensuring confidentiality and discretion is of prime importance for him and that is why he swapped cars. While driving, he mentioned his personal life, including an account of his passive wife and two grown-up kids. I could not believe when he said that he was fifty-five. He said it was very long since he had sex and was excited about this encounter. So was I.

I asked him when did he decide about having this session with me and he replied that it was only after seeing me in this saree he got turned on and wanted me badly. I also admitted to him that it was a while since I have had sex and he said, "This will be a wonderful experience for both of us." He took away off the main road and was driving through a steep road with the forest on both sides. I asked him why he kept his bungalow at this remote place and he said that it was just for his playtime and that I’d find out more about it when I reached there.

We finally reached the bungalow and it was almost at the hilltop. There was no one around and I was so damn excited. There was light all over the bungalow and I was curious about it. He had his hands on my shoulders while taking me inside. To eliminate my curiosity a guy whom he called John, came out. He was a young Caucasian boy, medium build and brown hair, a bit shorter than me.

Peter gave a lot of instructions to him in French. Peter told me that John was the one employed by him to take care of that big bungalow; he can do that since he is so rich. Peter told he would be back after freshening up while John would guide me through the whole bungalow. John fixed me a drink, asked my whereabouts, and guided me through the whole bungalow.

As I walked through I was able to understand the effort he took for designing and organizing the building; right things at the right place, very crafty, innovative and perfectly arranged to have sex. There were four bedrooms in total; one room was devoted to ‘BDSM’. That room had a big bed with a black velvet bed sheet, a wooden stand for tying up a girl in different positions and with all the tools and toys in the world.

I had a strong belief that the session would be in that room and it would be a BDSM session. Since I never had a BDSM session before I was excited but at the same time, a bit scared too. After having a full tour, we were back to the hall and Peter came down after his bath. He was dressed in a yellow tee-shirt and purple shorts.

Without wasting any time he straight away explained to me how he would like the session to be. On the contrary, he said he was looking forward to a long session of passionate and pleasurable sex with a role-play involved.  He explained the plot.

I am married to John and we are on our honeymoon. While we make out in the bedroom, Peter will break open into the room, throw John out of the bed and will start having sex with me while John stays and watches. It seemed a different idea and I was too excited about it. It was not the BDSM room but another big cozy room that he chose for the session. He said it would be a bareback session and gave me a contraceptive pill. Since I was already aware of the name of that pill, I had no concerns.

Enacting the plot, me and John made our way into the room and closed the door without locking it. We started with a juicy passionate kiss and since he was French, he was good at kissing. Since I was in a saree, my side stomach was exposed. He had one of his hands on my hair and the other one caressing my side stomach. After the kiss, he took my hand and made me remove his tee-shirt. He kissed my cheeks and slowly moved his lips to my shoulders.

He took off my saree using his mouth and thus leaving me in my blouse and skirt.  He laid me down, took off my heels and sucked my toes for some time. I could see that he was starting to enjoy and he was hard in his shorts. He gave me a hell of a smooching on my neck and shoulders, which I enjoyed and I was starting to get wet. He untied my blouse while I was still lying down and started caressing my boobs. He did it very nicely and my nipples were hard.

Before he could take my boobs to his mouth Peter broke into the room, enacting John's departure from the bed. I was a bit disappointed since both of us were really into the mood. Peter started with a kiss then took his mouth straight to my boobs. He sucked both my boobs very sensually with his tip of the lip tickling my nipples. He was a pro at that and I was all wet. He then took time to undo his tee-shirt and I looked at John, he took a seat on the nearby couch and started jerking his cock through his trousers.

Peter then took off my skirt, untied my panty and threw it near John. He laid me on the bed and gave me pillows for comfort. He caressed me all through my body; he never left an inch in my body. He said he would be back in a minute and hurried outside. While he went outside, John came towards me and he had a suck on both my boobs while he touched my pussy with his hand. He did this in ten seconds and went back to the couch. He still had some time because Peter took a minute or so before returning.

He returned with a velvet handcuff, vibrator, and a feather. He cuffed both my hands, started teasing me with the feather, starting from my head then moving towards neck, shoulders, boobs and finally, when it reached my midriff I felt so good, which he sensed, He caressed my midriff and belly button with both his hands and feather for quite a bit before going down, He then spread my legs, again teasing with the feather, inside my thighs and surrounding of my pussy. I was so excited.

The feather job was over and it was time for his mouth to explore my body. For the first time in my life, I was licked all over my body and I could not find an inch on my body which had not touched his mouth. He took some time on my neck and bellybutton - midriff area. As evident in his teasing, he left my pussy but licked all the surrounding giving me an adrenaline rush all over my body.  He finished up by licking my toes.

Now it was pussy time, he fingered me nicely for some time searching for my G-Spot and after some minutes of fingering, he finally found it. He made me cum twice on his fingers, which he took to his mouth. Then it was time for the vibrator to do the job on me. He straight away went for the maximum mode and pressed it on my clit.

I was in ecstasy, and I lost count on the number of times I came. Since my hands were cuffed I had no options rather than to show the excitement through my legs and accidentally I kneed him.  I said, "Sorry," he said it was okay and he switched off the vibrator.  My pussy was all wet and in fact, my juices were seeping out.

Seeing that, he said this is how he needs a pussy before licking it. He was someone who loved to taste pussy juice which was evident from his acts. He was a pro in licking too, he licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue and while going to the pussy he used all his mouth to suck it. This is how it should be done and again I lost count of my orgasms.

When he was finished he took off his shorts and showed me his hard cock, seven inches. He released my cuffs; he was on his knees, told me to suck his cock in the doggy position. I enjoyed sucking his cock because it was the perfect size and thickness and it was hard as a rock. He held my hair the whole time and also gave me some spankings.

After some sucking he asked me to take it fully in my throat, he helped in doing this and I took it as deep throat as I could but ended up gagging. He took all my saliva, applied in his cock and gave me a juicy kiss before the penetration session. I looked at John and he was sucking my panty while jerking off.

He pulled me out of the bed and took me closer to John, bent me over and made me hold onto a jerking John. I held onto his shoulders and he continued jerking his thick hard cock with my panty on his cock. Peter spanked my ass a bit before he pushed his big, rock hard cock inside me. He started gently, I had trouble taking it initially and I moaned as loudly as I could. 

He slowly increased acceleration and the pain was now full of pleasure. Then Peter took both my hands and locked it at my back, turning it into a standing fuck. He hit my G-spot continuously in that position and made me orgasm multiple times. He fucked like a machine and the sound of his balls hitting my ass was so exciting to hear. John was still jerking off. After an orgasm, he pulled out his cock and immediately licked my pussy from behind drinking up all the juices. He also stuck his tongue in my ass, rimming me for some time which again made me cum.

He then pushed me back to bed for a spoon, while spooning me, he had one hand on my boob and one rubbing my clitoris. It was out of this world when he did that, making me cum instantly. After countless orgasms, I was almost dead beat but I wanted more. He appeared a bit tired after that and he asked me to ride him. He lay on the bed with pillows under his head comfortably.

I sat on his cock and for the first time it reached the maximum length it could reach inside my pussy, so it was a bit painful. I rode him without taking it fully. He was enjoying it with his hand on my thighs. After some riding he pulled me close to him, literally hugging me. He began thrusting with his cock all inside me. He pulled my hair with one hand and spanked me with the other. 

Again, it didn’t take so long to turn pain into pleasure. Again I came all over his cock. We converted the cowgirl into reverse cowgirl with me leaning forward and riding him and he spanked my ass while I was doing it. Both of us were tired and it was time for the showdown.

Like most of the sex sessions, it was a missionary at the end. Since it was the final thrusting, he was like a machine and he didn’t last that much longer. His speed was at the maximum when he neared his climax and shot the hot load of cum deep inside my pussy. Both of us were dead tired. It took some time for both of us to get our breath of fresh air back. I looked at John and he was sitting still, saw a load of cum on the floor. Peter asked John to leave for sleep and closed the door. We took a shower together and slept nude under the blanket.

He was all dressed in his professional clothes when he woke me up at 8 A.M. He told me that he needed to reach his office by 9 A.M. He offered to let me rest for some more and had asked John to drop me off at the airport. But since I had to pack before my flight, I dressed immediately, bid goodbye to John, hugged him and I left with Peter. Again we changed cars in the middle of the journey and Peter hugged me, said goodbye with a promise to call me later.

After that, I have never met up with him again, but I still keep in contact with him and he has helped me on a lot of occasions.