THE BARONESS

My first thoughts were a mature age English woman with a name like Phyllida had to be a classic, formal, upper class, refined and a complex woman in bed. And so she proved to be.

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. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

Phyllida was beautifully spoken, with a slightly patrician air, she was wearing heels and a backless ankle length satin dress, a slit up to her waist down both sides of it when I arrived, flashing her wonderful thighs in sexy stockings for me, her beautiful bare back an instant turn on for me, just as the dress clinging to the crack of her big ass was.

“My husband doesn’t trust me to travel alone so he insists on me having a minder,’’ she told me as her minder appeared, a gorgeous forty-year old women, slightly younger than Phyllida, their physical connection obvious.

Lucy the minder was an exquisite and very erotic part Asian woman, collagen lips, long shoulder length, straight jet black hair, dressed in a leather cat suit. Far from what I imagined the minder of a titled, aristocratic lady might be, or should be, fully expecting a tough looking ex-marine.

“Before we leave for home, me and my minder Lucy want to fuck a local man. We have never had a man as big as what your website describes. Will you mind if Lucy watches you fucking me? I promised her if you perform up to our expectations she could give you a head job while I watch afterwards, Phyllida told me, in total command of the moment

“I always think one of the sexiest things a woman can do to signal a man she wants to have him, to show she is ready for him, is to remove her earrings while looking directly at him,” she told me as she removed her earrings with her legs crossed, so confident, so beautifully spoken with her English aristocratic class as she handed Lucy her earrings.