Beverly Hills Cop-ulation

Deep Confessions of a Well-Hung & World-Renowned Gigolo

I'm in Heaven right about now. I'm on a beach filled with 90's-looking Playboy bunnies who would blow me at the snap of my fingers. Plus, my bank account has more zeros in it then a school full of dunces.

Life is grand! But it wasn't always like this.

That goes to show that just because you might start from the bottom doesn't mean you have to remain there.

I'm living high off the hog today; A far cry from where I was just a year ago.

I was deadass broke and didn't have a friend in town.

Now my pockets might've been empty but my cock was fully loaded which I ended up using to my own advantage.

The only thing, is that you couldn't exactly put that on a resume.

You need connections to make it in this world especially in a place like Cali.

I probably had about a dozen or so odd jobs until I found a steady gig cleaning pools for the rich with two other lucky fellas in sunny LA. 

As much money as these folks had, the job didn't pay dick but it did come with some perks. Two giant perks to be specific.

My crew and I had obtained a job working for a big time movie producers' widow.

One day, as I was working, I could feel someone staring at me so I turned around and saw her looking out the window in a negligee. Then she flashed me.

I got to say that this old broad had a rack on her.

Picture a younger Betty White with Anna Nicole Smith's tits. Only these were natural. She had the kind of tits on her that Playboy playmates in the 90's would wish for. 

I didn't know what to think at that point. Matter of fact, I couldn't think at all because all of my blood had left my brain and traveled elsewhere.

After about a minute or so of regaining my composure, I got my ass back to work.

All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my right shoulder so I turned around and it was her.

She told me how much she admired my work ethic as she slid her hand on my hose as I was putting water into her pool and wanted me to stay afterward to discuss a "business venture." 

I said, "sure" so I finished up and told the fellas that I would meet up with them later.

As soon as I walked through her mansion's front door, she was there naked. All she had on was some high heels and some white stockings.

I looked at her and said, 

"I guess I better get to work."

I worked that pussy like it was a 9 to 5. 

I fucked her next to the fireplace. I dicked her down on the patio. I even ate her pussy underwater in the jacuzzi.

I still don't know which one was wetter: the water or her twat.

After several hours of service, she decided to return the favor so she got on her knees and began sucking and stroking my cock.

"I knew from the very first time I saw you that you were the man that I had been looking for, for quite some time," she said as she lifted up my massive hose and licked underneath my ballsack.

She told me that with my "immense talent" that I was going to be a very rich man soon enough. I told her that I would appreciate that very much as proceeded to nut all over her face and her platinum blond hair. 

She thanked me profusely and told me to come by later on tonight.

She was having a gala and wanted there to network with some of her friends. I agreed and showed up to her house at 6:57 pm.

It turns out that this woman was more connected then I realized. 

She ended up introducing me to all the big-time players in town. 

I met real estate developers, congresswomen, actresses & athletes. Also musicians.

There was this one particular musician who made me an offer I couldn't refuse to come………on tour with her. 

Seems that life on the road gets rather lonely for one of the music industry's hottest talents so she brought me along to keep her and her friends company. 

Her and her friends pretty much ran a train on me or in my case, being that I'm a guy, they took me for a ride on the subway station. I guess you can say that I got subwayed. 

I was seated on a sofa backstage as one lady grabbed my bulge and let out a huge gasp. I placed my hand on top of hers as she asked me if it was real. 

"It sure is, babe," I replied. "Would you like to see it?" 

She shook her head up and down as I pulled it out. Then she began stroking it.

She got on top and rode me like a jockey on a Clydesdale trying to win the Triple Crown.

She placed her hands against my thighs to brace herself and bounced her sweet self up & down on my dick until she creamed all over it. 

Then, her girlfriends joined in on the fun with each of them getting their turn in. 

The next honey that stepped up to the plate was this 22 yr. old chick that was a smoking, hot latina fresh off the boat from Ecuador.

We fucked like jackrabbits.

Her pussy got hotter then her flaming red hair.

She was such a petite thing.

About 4 ft. 11 but she took cock like she was a WNBA MVP and I was more then willing to fill her up all over that sofa.

I had her tiny self on the side and I was just drilling her and ending up unloading all of what I had left inside her snatch.

It was so much nut that when she got up, it was oozing from her twat all the way down her legs.

The little freak stuck her fingers in it and started licking it off as she came once more right there.

It was like a typhoon occured from the way this bitch orgasmed all over the floor.

Then she pushed me back on the sofa, got back on my dick and started riding me until she came again.

She collasped in my arms and started kissing & sucking all over my chest.

The poor lady had to be carried away from the dick so that the other ladies could have a turn.

Each of the remaining ladies took turns riding me until they came. 

After it was all said and done, I was devoid of semen and seated on a loveseat that was completely drenched in an assortment of pussy juice.

I felt like I was in Heaven even though my body was giving me hell from all the contorting, squating and lifting I had done all night long. 

Matter of fact, I could barely move. It took everything in me to stand back up to my feet.

I was like Sgt. Murtaugh in Lethal Weapon in that I felt like I was too old for this shit.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining at all. 

In fact, now I know how rock stars feel but instead I was a cock star.

Here I am all flaccid and trying to muster up whatever little strength I had to get back on my feet so I could put my clothes on and head on out.

As I was stumbling around backstage, I ran into her. 

She was in between peformances and she thanked me for the excellent night and how she needed that release. 

She even showed me how much as she bent down, reached underneath her skirt and slid off her panties. 

Then she placed them over my head & face, kissed the top of my forehead and signed her underwear. She kissed my lips, patted me on the dick and told me,

"Get some rest, big boy. I'll call you tomorrow."

You know, I might sell those things.

Could you imagine how much some poor sap would pay for these things online?

I could really make a killing off of Ebay because nobody would've thought she would've ever done something like that.