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.