Behind Closed Doors (Admiral Pancake and Demie)

[Admiral Pancake]

"So when is she coming?" Oliver asked. He was the last of the men to enter the horel room. A click was heard when the door was gently pulled shut behind him. Surely, the group would get away with what they were going to do tonight, but discretion was a virtue.

"Oh, soon enough. I told her when we would be here waiting for her." Edmund opened a bottle of champagne and sat on the large bed in the center of the room. The sizable canopy bed had a small, white wood vanity to its right and a matching armoire to its left. Plush red carpet muffled the footsteps of the men as they shuffled about in anticipation. "Champagne, anyone? Oliver? Max? Frank?"

Franklin declined by holding up his open can of beer and shaking his head. Oliver shrugged and grasped a wine glass from the table next to the entrance of the room and strolled over to Edmund. "Lay it on me," he said with a smirk.

Edmund obliged Oliver's request. It was Saturday night, and no Saturday night was complete without Oliver risking alcohol poisoning. Hopefully tonight would be safer for him, as all five of these men would be preoccupied with the lady who was coming to visit.

"Is she of quality? Internet girls can be deceptive. Did you meet her in real life yet?" Franklin was a little skeptical. The internet seemed like the worst way to meet an escort. There was WAY to much breadth for deception about appearance, disease, or even whether or not she would show up at all.

With no more takers for the champagne, Edmund downed a fair bit of what was left in the bottle. "I picked the hottest girl that I could find. The pictures showed a perfect ten, so the worst we can realistically hope for is a five. Fate would not be so cruel as to send us less than a five."

 

[Demie]

Gio had been told that the 'party' that she was to attend this evening was for a more discerning class of gentlemen, and that her own appearance and behaviour should attempt to reflect that. On the one had she couldn't help but think of the man she'd spoken to as something of a hypocrite given that he was calling a girl to spend the night with five men, but at the same time he had seemed quite genuine and it certainly would make a refreshing change to be treated like a lady rather than a tramp.

Perhaps if she'd been aware of the conversation that was transpiring as she drove to the hotel that opinion might have been revised, as after all, would any true gentleman be so crass as to reduce a woman's appearance to nothing more than a rating between one and ten? Fortunately for all involved, Gio was no telepath and even as she stepped out of her car and made her way to the front door, she was blissfully aware of what was being said about her.

A second stroke of luck perhaps was that the photos that had been on her website, whilst certainly taken at her best, were representative of her typical look when with a client, as after all, repeat custom was far preferable to finding a new client each session. In any case she'd taken meticulous care this evening, seeing as the cost of being with five clients and once was not inconsiderable.

A tight-fitting black cocktail dress and equally dark stiletto heels made up the vast majority of the call-girl's outfit, only augmented by a matching pair of lacy thong panties and bra, then just a handbag for what she considered 'emergency makeup' as well as a place to store her earnings. If it was not quite obvious, Gio had chosen a noir theme for the evening, feeling it best highlighted her blonde hair and light complexion.

Skipping right past reception due to having already been told the room number to aid discretion and not leading to her having to ask, the call girl headed right for the elevator and took it up to the top floor. There was a mirrored panel on the wall, and she took that last moment to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and hung to her back, her already radiant complexion made to perfection with a little foundation and concealer, the effect finished with a moderate grey tone around her eyes to add a little depth, but not so dark as to make her look whorish when coupled with the bold shade of red on her lips.

That red was the one concession that the blonde made to her theme, and it was one that carried over into more or less every look she acquired for work. It was a mark of her profession, as while she might have ostensibly been called an escort and paid for company rather than sex, one did not hire a beautiful blonde transsexual for a night with only intention of exchanging conversation. It was a shade she referred to as "whore's red", and with the way it plumped up her lips and made them look as if they were made for sucking cock, it was an apt name.

With that perfunctory look over herself complete, the bell in the elevator dinged, and Gio stepped out. There were only three rooms on this floor, and she headed to the second door, knowing that it was the right one as she knocked from the muffled chatter inside. These men might think themselves gentlemen, but the call girl knew why she was here... and so as the door opened, the sultry smile on her lips was not one that came falsely.

 

[Admiral Pancake]

These men, despite their discretion were still booze and testosterone sex machines. Should their colleagues, families and friends outside of this group of five find out what they were doing, they would lose credibility in their elite social circles. Edmund, however, had a hunger for what the wild side entailed, and his four closest associates; Franklin, Oliver, Maximilian and Johnathan were followers of his natural charisma. The followers were just as into what would be considered sexual and social deviance as Edmund, the difference being that Edmund had the balls to make things happen.

When the door suddenly opened and Gio appeared, a heavy sense of relief fell upon the playboy Edmund's shoulders. Her pictures on the website were REAL, and he wasn't going to look like a complete idiot since he had been bragging about how beautiful the escort was all week long. The cocktail dress was superficial covering in Edmund's mind. He'd tear it off of her soon enough. Oliver, who was happily drunk mentally noted that the lass was fine indeed. Pardon the cliché, but blondes really got him going. Franklin felt a little silly now that the lady's appearance was his main concern. He had nothing to worry about this whole time.

And poor Max! His extremely introverted and self-doubting nature went into an overdrive of nagging upon seeing the gorgeous, shapely blonde with the red-painted lips. Max had anxiety so bad that he would sit idly in class as opposed to asking a classmate to borrow and pencil in school. Gio intimidated him greatly. Johnathan rose from his seat on the chair near the vanity and approached Gio first. "Good evening, my lady. We are so pleased to have you." His voice was deep, and his drawl on the long vowels in his speech gave his breeding away as that of a southern gentleman. He bowed and held out his hand. It was Edmund who had solicited her services, he should have been allowed to speak with Gio first to set the evening on course. However, Johnathan had 'gentleman behavior' on autopilot. Approaching and greeting ladies who enter the room was an immediate and almost compulsive behavior. His country upbringing at the mercy of his father's belt was to blame for this minor indiscretion.

Edmund cleared his throat loudly, and it snapped the bowing country boy back to reality. Johnathan's eyes met that of the escort's as the lanky country boy stepped aside to let the shorter, but well-built Edmund approach the escort. That was the group dynamic, Edmund was in charge. "Gio!" Edmund chimed, "So nice to see you, darling!" His blue eyes traced the curves of the escort's body as the clingy dress seemed to encourage it. "Please have a seat." He motioned to the empty chair near the vanity.

"Everyone, Gio is here to entertain us for the night." Edmund grinned and pointed at each of the other men as he introduced them by name. "This is Oliver, Franklin, Johnathan, Maximilian...." and finally, placing his hand on his chest and bowing a little, "And I am Edmund." Oliver raised his wine glass and nodded in acknowledgement of the guest, Franklin waved, Johnathan bowed deeply and removed his hat and Max? Well, he just sort of looked down and clamped his legs shut. No way was this chick going to want to bone him even if she was getting paid. He had half a mind to make up an excuse to leave before the chance to look stupid presented itself.

 

[Demie]

As the man who greeted her gave a bow, Gio's lips curved upwards just a hint more. She could get used to this kind of treatment. Not quite sure of the proper etiquette for a bow seeing as she was not from the seventeenth centaury, the call girl reached out and slipped her hand underneath the man's and gave a very gentle upwards push as if to prompt him to stand up straight again. She was about to speak, assuming that this was Edmund, when instead the other, shorter and more well built gentleman cleared his throat. There was no doubt about it, the way that he called her 'darling' was the exact same way that he had done on the phone, this was Edmund, the man in charge of it all.

"It's wonderful to meet you as well" the leggy blonde assured right back, her tone light and friendly for now in order to fit what seemed the rather jovial atmosphere of what was going on here. As she did, she placed her hands on the man's shoulder's and 'air kissed' over both of his cheeks in a European style greeting. As an escort Gio would have said what she did under any circumstance, but this time she had meant her words. Edmund might have had the chance to look over the call-girl's photo repertoire, however Gio herself had been given no such opportunity.

Arriving now and seeing the five faces, and bodies, in front of her was the first chance that she had to assess the quality of who she'd be spending the night with. Fortunately, she saw five handsome faces, and though there was a range of different physiques on display, none of the men seemed unappealing to her. In fact, the idea of spending the night with all five of these gentlemen was certainly an appealing prospect right now. It seemed that Edmund was of that opinion too, as his own non-too-subtle announcement that she was here to 'entertain' came.

As introductions were made, Gio admittedly didn't put much effort into remembering names. She'd spend most of the night calling them 'Baby' or 'Darling' or some such sweet nothing, and it was a bad habit to get into to start remembering clients who valued discretion. All the same she did smile and mouth a polite greeting to each of the men in turn, not quite given the chance to actually speak until Edmund stopped. "It's a pleasure to meet you all" the blonde chimed in a warm tone.

The seat as offered, and Gio took one... but not the one she had been offered. Why sit alone at the vanity? She already knew how she looked and needed no mirror to confirm it again, so instead she placed herself down in the chair between shy Max and the slightly drunken Oliver - presumably the chair Edmund had just vacated. It was a very carefully chosen spot, as the call girl placed her hand on the timid man's thigh and gave a small squeeze, asking "I hope you don't mind if I sit next to you sweetie?" in an attempt to wake him up a bit... not that he'd have the nerve to deny her the seat.

At the same time, she used her left foot to slide the bottle of wine that was on the floor under Oliver's chair. She did not want to spend the night in a company of a drunk, and if he somehow became unable to continue drinking for having 'misplaced' his wine, that would suit Gio just fine. He'd have to sober up before his turn.

 

[Admiral Pancake]

Edmund and Franklin stared at the plump ass of the escort as she passed them by to take her seat. This was the worst part of hiring an escort, getting all of the introductions and formalities out of the way. Most men would not have gone through the trouble of arranging a meeting and keeping up gentlemanly appearances before the sex. Oliver, always the happy drunkard, grinned widely when he saw that the beautiful lady come his way.

Max had his head down, an didn't notice Gio coming until her aromatic fragrance hit his nose. He kept his head down, but his green eyes all but popped out of his head. The young man's slender body twitched violently as he felt the woman give his thigh a gentle squeeze. While this was normal flirty behavior from her, Max had no experience with such gestures. 'What do I do? What do I do?!' He thought obsessively. The other men found the escort to be a friendly and sweet girl. Too bad about her being moment away from blatant defilement. Max literally began to choke on his words as he replied to the lady with a weak: "No, sit where you'd like." Edmund, seeing that Max was going into panic overload, snatched a beer from Franklin's six pack and shoved it into his face. Max flushed bright red and shakily opened the beer.

While giving !ax his comfort can, he saw that the woman had put a stop to Oliver's champagne but removing it from his vicinity with her foot. Edmund was going to offer some of it, but since she was hiding it, bringing it up was,t a good idea. Fair enough, they could move on. Time to get this show on the road, given the price quote and the fact that he was using a stolen debit account to pay for the woman's company they had to make the most out of the brief session that was purchased.

"So," Edmund began, and all of the men, save for Max yet again, looked up in the alpha's direction. "Miss Gio, do you mind if I get a feel for what I paid for?" This shit was going to go down, and there was more of a 'statement' tone in the playboy's voice than an 'asking' inflection. This was not a typical streetwalker that he was dealing with, so she was due more respect than just being bent over and rutted like an animal. "I have no doubt that you are absolutely lovely, and the fellows and I can't wait to get our hands on you."

Edmund stepped away from the hyperventilating virgin and gave the woman a warm smile, but the subtle glint in his blue eyes meant that he was ready. He wasn't going to just violate her by not verbally confirming the desire to begin first.

 

[Demie]

The poor lad, Gio almost felt a little guilty for a heartbeat, almost. In truth she was rather enjoying the effect that she was having on the young man. It certainly wasn't the repulsion that she was able to see on his blushing face, so he wasn't against the idea of who she was, so that meant he was probably just anxious. To be that anxious though, the call girl had to guess that Max was a virgin. That was certainly an exciting prospect for the blonde, she'd never taken anyone's cherry before, and of course she couldn't help but wonder if he was the kind who would like to give, or to receive... as after all, with Gio's anatomy both were possible.

All the same, she forced her attention onto Edmund as he began to speak to her again, maintaining the same easy smile that naturally came to her full lips. For a fraction of a second it did waver just an almost imperceptible iota, it was true that she was here for the money, but did the man have to be so crass as to actually point that out and ask to 'inspect the goods' as if he were looking into the mouth of a horse? Before anyone would notice though the smile was back to full tilt, and the blonde acted as if the thought had never crossed her mind.

"Sorry Sugar, looks like we'll have to pick this up again later" she mumbled in Max's ear, giving his leg one last squeeze whilst kissing him on the cheek, unable to resist one last parting tease. With that though the call girl got to her feet again, crossing the room towards the ringleader of this particular circus of debauchery with a salacious grin on her face.

Taking both of the man's arms, Gio spun herself so that her back was towards his front and then stepped backwards, pressing her curvaceous rear up against the front of Edmund's pants. She could feel his still soft member between her cheeks a little, o matter, he'd be hard soon enough if Gio had it her way. At the same time the call girl leaned just a little to the left, so that despite their very similar heights, her soon-to-be lover could see over her shoulder and down the front of her dress a little for an eyeful of cleavage.

Then, granting the 'request' the blonde placed Edmund's hands on either side of her hips, then took her hands away to give him the freedom to move them. "You can feel whatever you'd like to feel, Handsome" she cooed over her shoulder, shifting her hips just a little to rub her rear against him.

 

[Admiral Pancake]

The virgin now had a beer in hand, something to focus on other than impending embarrassment. He looked down into the opening of the can and sighed heavily. When he sighed his shoulders barely moved, he was so tense. Resolving to not look at the woman until he calmed down, he stared at the logo on the beer can, too out of it in his anxiety to take a sip of the beer as one normally would.

Max focussed on the 'Budweiser' graphic so hard that it went blurry, despite it was being held about three inches from his nose. His arm was beginning to tire from being bent and held so stiff, but he wasn't going to move until the woman was busy with Edmund. He assumed that Edmund would take over soon enough, he never waited too long to get things rolling no matter what it was. The warmth of the woman's speech and the firm squeeze of her hand broke his resolve with ease, and he lurched forward in surprise, spilling a little beer on his face. As the woman rose from her seat to oblige the alpha, Max stared at her with his mouth agape and his eyes widened as far as they would go. He felt many things, fear, embarrassment, shame, frustration.... the worst of them being embarrassment, which was further agitated by Oliver and Franklin's laughter at his expense.

Johnathan was somewhat troubled by the virgin's anxiety. The poor fellow would probably jump out of the window to get away from the lady if she so much as winked at him. Edmund, on the other hand was getting some attention from the escort. She placed his hands at the ready and bent over, revealing her round ass and bouncing cleavage. Her mild expression of discontent beforehand escaped his attention. His mind was one one thing, getting his dick into this sex worker. Strong hands travelled from the woman's hips and down her slender legs. Bringing them back up again, he deliberately skipped touching her ass and instead placed his hands on her back and placed on of his hands on her shoulder. That was how he was going to fuck her. He played out the action in is mind, as his grip on her shoulder tightened in sync with the crotch of his pants.

Edmund was an ass man, and the delay in paying the woman's rear any attention served the purpose of teasing himself. The way that the woman had rubbed her ass against him had almost made him lose it, but he was steadfastly committed to checking her out first. He lifted the woman's cocktail dress and gently pulled the dress forward, exposing the woman's ass in all of its curvy glory. Finally, the playboy could no longer contain himself. With a flat palm, he ran his dominant hand over each cheek, while biting his lip almost to the point of breaking the skin.

 

[Demie]

Gio sighed at the reaction she'd gotten from the youngest of the men, to an extent she found it cute, but it was only cute if he made himself stay in spite of being nervous. If she scared him off before they ever reached a point where it was his turn to either take her, or be taken by her for that matter, then that would be no fun at all. To that end she resolved to leave the lad alone for now, since so far he was actually her favorite of the men, not that she was really in a position to judge them after having been in the room for only a few minutes. For the boy's benefit though Gio did flash Oliver and Franklin a quick look to tell them that perhaps their time would be better spend with their attention on her, rather than on max.

Before having long to consider that though Edmund stared his exploration of her body, at first just on the bare part of her legs in a way that made her skin tingle, then up again past her hips. As he reached up to her shoulder's the escort could feel that the member she was pressing back against was hardening, and for that she gave a sultry smile over her shoulder and winked at him. Of course, feeling that against her body sent a little flush of arousal through Gio, but thanks to the hormones that she took to maintain her feminine appearance and body her own member was often slower to react than others, though no more likely to not rise to an occasion, so to speak. It simply took her a little longer to get there.

The blonde wasn't bending over at all yet, but with the hands where they were on her body it was easy to tell that her first service of the night would likely be being bent over in this position and taken, an idea which did thrill the call girl a touch when she considered the well built man with the domineering attitude that was to be the first to take her. To try to tease him further and prompt that very act, Gio rolled her hips in small circles to grind her rear up against that bulge, letting Edmund feel his now hard member slide in and out of the cleft between her heart-shaped cheeks. It wasn't long at all after that when she felt the hem of her dress being lifted, then a strong hand rubbing over both bare cheeks. The lacy, black thong that Gio wore still hid anything other than the shapely curves of her ass, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either.

Lifting her arms up over her head the call girl prompted "Why don't you take my dress off and take a better look?" hoping that Edmund would comply with the offer and take it up and off over her head.

 

[Admiral Pancake]

The men who laughed at Max's distress obliged the implication to watch Gio get railed as opposed to watching Max contemplate fleeing the country. They turned their attention to Edmund, who was getting pleasurably teased by the tight ass of the woman in front of him.

Max was an afterthought in Edmund's mind at this point. The wink of the woman drew him in, and the rest of his surroundings were a blur now. His slacks were tight fitting to begin with, but now the outline of his cock was clearly visible in the khaki fabric. He ran his tongue over his thin lips in anticipation of truly getting between those cheeks. The cleft of the plump ass being rolled against his member prompted the slight thrusting of his hips, a subconscious response.

"Can't say no to a lady..." he replied to her suggestion. He clenched the handful of dress that he was holding as he felt a pleasurable jolt shoot from his groin. His pale skin flushed a light pink on his cheeks as he swiftly lifted the black dress off of the escort's slender body.

The dress was mentally noted as "superficial covering" before, and now that it had been tossed aside so had the mental state of Edmund. Anticipation had been tossed away and "Fucking" had taken over. He firmly grasped the thigh of the escort and took the strip of material that did little to cover her and hooked his finger around it, pulling it back. "Look at you, reveling in your sin." With a smirk, he let the material snap back into place.

Teasing Gio a little for 'reveling in her sin' was just a glimpse into the mind of the playboy Edmund, who was driven by patriarchal pleasure. For a man to screw around was natural, for a woman to do the same made her 'bad'. Edmund contacted Gio in the first place because she fit his shallow standards of what was hot, and when her price threatened to bite a chunk out of his 'play money', he found another, less ethical, source of cash. His social standing was perhaps the most fragile, but he wanted to have the best of the bad girls to relieve his lust, no matter the cost.

The hand on the woman's thigh slipped forward to rub against her endowment, but he barely applied any pressure. He teasingly stroked up and down bulge in Gio's thong, allowing his fingers to tease what he assumed was the tip of a very nicely sized penis every so often.

The domineering bastard in Edmund had enough of this frivolous teasing. The beast in him demanded 'hard'. 'Hard' was an entire mental concept, a metaphorical umbrella term for many things. His breathing seemed to pick up almost immediately as he pulled a trembling hand away from Gio's crotch.

'Hard' clicked in his brain as he firmly brought his hand down on her ass. The beast wanted 'hard, red'. Hard and Red in all of their abstract glory were the lifeforce of the beast inside of what many people considered a polite young man. "Be still." He nearly grunted, a drastic change from the formalized human speech from the correspondence between the two of them. He brought his hand down on each side of the beautiful ass, reinforcing his own arousal by mentally counting each strike.

The nature of the beast was still a mystery to Edmund, with the only understanding being that it came and went as it pleased. After acheiving the needed goal of "hard" and "red", he rested his hand on her back after strike number twenty. The sight of the reddened patches on her rear juxtaposed with the fairness of the skin around it sent another jolt through his loins, this time strong enough to make his hardened cock twitch.

He hooked the thin strip of material of the woman's thong around his finger again and pulled it downwards. His fingers kneaded the skin on her back as he freed the plump ass of its ineffectual dressage. "Franklin, move." He spoke, though more intelligible than before. Franklin grabbed his six-pack of beer, and slunk out of his seat near the vanity. He deliberately avoided looking Edmund in the eyes, a reinforcement of the playboy's 'alpha' status.

Edmund stepped back from the escort and stoically spoke: "Bend over," while pointing at the vanity. He wanted her to bend over the vanity so that he could finish with her. That was the human in him speaking. A brief moment of clarity. He longed to continue exploring that ass with his tongue, fingers... when the beast reared its head again, it would beseech him to use his cock. The upcoming actions with Gio may be a little more bearable if she had a surface to brace herself against.

 

[Demie]

It wasn't so much that Gio was an attention seeker, but there was always a thrill to knowing that she had the wandering eyes of men, or in some cases women, roaming over her body to enjoy the view. Her little victory with the 'gentlemen' teasing Max then was a double win for that reason, though the call girl had to admit that the attention was perhaps the more compelling one.

The moment that the man behind her started to oblige her suggestion though her mind was pulled rather rapidly away from any thoughts of the poor, shy boy in front of her, and immediately fixed on the hands and indeed the eyes now on her mostly bared body. The front of the panties, now visible, were opaque for an obvious reason in a manner which mirrored that of the cups of her bra.

If the pictures and her dress hadn't made it quite clear to Edmund, it was now quite apparent that Gio was a fairly slim woman, her hips and waist quite narrow despite the apple-cheeked rear she carried, her bust smaller than some but at a still respectable low end of a C cup. If not for the bulge in the front of her panties it would have been very easy to mistake her for someone born as a woman, but of course Edmund and his friends here already knew about what was tucked away down there.

While she waited for the man behind her to drink in the sight before acting, Gio cast her eyes over the group in front of her, trying to gauge where each of the men had their eyes. It was always an amusing thing to note, as those who typically lingered with their eyes downwards between her thighs longest were the most against the idea of being taken by her ostensibly, yet those who enjoyed it most when convinced to try.

Thoughts were pushed towards more pressing matters though as Edmund pulled her thong to a side, revealing the cleft between her cheeks quite clearly. The first thing the man would notice was probably that Gio was completely waxed in that area as well, matching most of the rest of her body. As the material snapped back however the call girl give a little flinch from the shock, but a smile played over her lips at the words Edmund spoke.

Gio certainly wasn't one to believe in sin as a concept, but she was certainly one to give herself over to pleasure if and when the opportunity arose. "Oh, you noticed?" she teased right back, a sultry purr to her voice. "I was just hoping that you'd join in a revel with me..." For a while it seemed that the man was content to do just that as his fingers roamed over the supple cheeks of her now bared rear, making her shiver and crave what was coming even more.

It was perhaps a little insight into the escort's mind that she was keen for her 'lover for the night' to do more, as many call-girls tolerated that kind of attention in exchange for their fee. Gio thrived on it. having a men treat her this way was enough to send her heart into a flutter and her towards hardness. Indeed it was beginning to do exactly that as Edmund stroked to rub at the lump that was the escort's endowment, making her moan softly as fingers touched the sensitive tip.

After that sensual and almost tender touch, the last thing that the blonde expected was the hand that came down hard against her ass. Surprised by it, the call-girl let out a little yelp, her body tensing from the shock and the sting of the blow. Gio's cheeks flushed red as she knew the other men watching her has just seen her reaction and heard the noise she'd made, but all the same she relaxed forcibly as Edmund told her to be still. The tone that his voice had carried was just one that did not invite her to decline.

Each following strike made the escort whimper a little, partly from the slight pain, but as well as that it also sent a delightful little tremor into the sensitive parts of her body, peaking her arousal further. With each slap the blonde's body had stiffened in response, and by the final blow her member had proved to be doing the same, straining to be released from those tight panties. The excitement that being watched had added was only being increased further by the sting on Gio's cheeks, acting as a constant reminder of what she'd just easily accepted. She just hoped that not all of the men would want this particular privilege, that was a large number of spankings between them!

It seemed that Edmund was far finished though, so the need to consider the other man was removed for now. All Gio had to do was step out of her panties as they were pulled down, her eight inches of cock and shaved balls now on display as she did as she was told and bent over the vanity, feeling that now was the time for obedience rather than words.

 

[Admiral Pancake]

The internal temperature of the playboy rose as his breathing labored. Edmund followed behind the escort, with his eyes glued to the ass that was soon more accessible than ever. The other men cocked their heads as they took in the size of Gio's member. Max especially was piqued. It seemed so bizarre for the most feminine form that he had ever seen could have a cock so large.

Slender body. Narrow hips. Perky ass and breasts, but large cock. Franklin, Oliver and Johnathan had moved on from their surprise at Gio's endowment, entered a brief phase of appreciating it, and were now back to enjoying the show. Max on the other hand was 'stuck' on it. His panicky mindset would not give him rest, and he entered another internally nagging overdrive as he tried to understand his feelings. Were penises sexy? Was this the case only on feminine forms? Max was so far removed from his own sexuality that the blatant display of something that excited him scared him nearly shitless. Noticing that Max was tilting his beer and spilling it in his lap while he sat there with his mouth agape, Oliver nudged him wit his elbow and gave him a friendly grin. The virgin tilted his beer back upright as he turned in the direction of where the nudge came from. Upon noticing his beer-soaked crotch and Oliver's impersonation of the Cheshire Cat, he sat the nearly empty beer can on the floor and huffed.

Edmund removed his button down shirt, revealing a muscular form. When you don't work and have dropped out of law school, there is plenty of time for the gym. He had the developed abs and pectorals that one could expect from someone at his level of vanity. They were prominent, but not overly so. Shallow playboys know what looks good even when daring to critique themselves.

Looking down at the perky ass before him gave Edmund an erotic chill. Again, he reached out to touch the soft and reddened flesh of it. He was just as forcibly gentle as he was before, but this time instead of smacking it, he used both hands to stroke it up and down. One hand was placed on each cheek, and then brought down to midway the escort's thigh, then back up again. He repeated this action for a few minutes, as he enjoyed the twitch in his loins and the slight lightheadedness that followed. It was stimulating in both his vision and sense of touch.

Both hands stopped the stroking motion at the starting point with a hand resting on each cheek. For what he was about to do next, it was an optimal position for his hands to be. Each hand firmly cupped its respective side of the cleft and pushed sideways, revealing what would be the eventual entrance of the playboy's cock. Going in dry was no fun in Edmund's experience, so, with that in mind he bent forward into the widened cleft with his tongue at the ready.

He wouldn't go about it like a complete savage. The beast was at bay for the time being. He licked around the perimeter of the puckered entry. Some motions were full sweeps of the tongue around it, others were gentle flicks that got close enough to it to tease, but not directly touching it. After some teasing, he did lick it, literally, in broad strokes upwards to the top of the cleft. Edmund's loins were jolting pure ecstasy to the proper neurological channels, as he committed what was generally perceived to be a gravely indecent act on a transsexual prostitute, no less.

It didn't end there, as many men would have. When rimming, getting things just wet enough before pounding away was sufficient to most, but the playboy loved the act of rimming itself. He placed his mouth on the hole directly and wildly flicked his tongue over it, before freeing one of his hands from her buttock to introduce an index finger hooked at the knuckle. Into the warm depth it went, and out again, simulating what the begging beast in his loins wanted most. The finger searched for the gland that would make cumming for Gio all the more pleasurable. He kept the insertion of his finger shallow while covering the rest of the intimate area with soft kisses.