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I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength, beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5’9″ and with a powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own by a good ten pounds, I was fascinated at the way she could outlift most of the men at the club and struck up a conversation with her. When she invited me to come home with her I accepted eagerly.

However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me. Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed every muscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to a friendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect of physical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, and before I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat in her gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for a moment or two while she tested my strength, but after that I never had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knew every trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in as many minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensure that I couldn’t escape and then moving into the next one. She finished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me completely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thought would cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaustion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me an airplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended the contest–if you could call it that–by gripping my neck and buttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extended, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my nose inches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape her grip, and then tossing me on my back, straddling my chest and pinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees.

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Chapter 4

Both men were working as a team now. One with finger busy slipping in and out of her cunt, while the other petted the clit standing from the soft lips of her pussy. Lisa was coming continuously with both pairs of male fingers fucking her cunt.

Suddenly, she dropped her eyes from the screen. The seat in front of her was occupied, but not in the usual manner.

In fact, the owner of the seat was not facing the screen at all.

He had turned and was staring directly between her wide open thighs, as her feet rested high on the seat, exposing all of her legs, her soft wet cunt, and, her curvaceous ass as well.

He was staring deeply into her opened thighs, watching as the two busy hands and twirling fingers were fucking her squelching wet cunt.

Her instinctive female reaction took over. Her open thighs snapped tightly together, protecting her pussy from the man’s view, pulled at her skirt and drew it down over her pussy and legs.

Bill insistently pulled her dress back up over her belly, exposing her wet cunt, putting pressure on the inside of her thigh to make her open her legs wider again. She realized that Bill had probably noticed the newcomer before she had, knowing he was watching her cunt. At first, she was tempted to fight Bill’s pressure on her thigh to open her legs, but than on second thought, she relaxed and spread her legs, moving higher on the seat to bring her hot steamy cunt closer to his staring face.

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“What I’m trying to explain to you, is that I don’t know if I’d get horny or not. The only other time that I’ve seen another man’s cock since we got married, was when you brought that movie projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched. I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn’t wait to get into bed, neither of us sleeping until daylight. We were so fucked out we just laid around most of the day, Sunday!

“Did looking at cocks before we got married, turn you on?”

The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively.

“Well, I guess so.”

“What do you mean, you guess so?”

“I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I didn’t want to hear anything in particular, only the truth. My point is that nudity can be sexy as hell.”

“Of course it can be sexy as hell, I just don’t know if only looking at just a man’s cock would turn me on or not.”

Bill’s eyebrows shot up.

“And that’s what I’m trying to explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind will act unless you experience a given set of circumstances. Sometimes, something might sound exciting, however in the real world, fact and fantasy might be totally different.”

Lisa grinned back at Bill.

“And just what have you got planned? The last time you started this kind of conversation, you brought home a few fuck movies. Now if the guy was jacking off his cock, and if it was erect, then it just might get me all turned on!”

“And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?” her husband asked with raised eyebrows.

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There’s no other line of “work” as pleasurable and as overflowing with opportunities to enjoy luxury, travel and riches as that of the gigolo. And believe it or not, today it is easier than ever for a man to enjoy life as a gigolo!

To become a successful gigolo and enjoy the benefits of this kind of life, you must develop and project the proper way of thinking. There’s a great difference between a “male prostitute” and a gigolo.

The male prostitute makes himself available to all women of all ages, generally concentrating on bored, frustrated and “exploring” housewives looking for extra loving as well as variety to satisfy their sex needs. This type of woman is very easy to spot, and even easier to take to bed. It makes of a lot of, and a variety of beautiful sex, but it’s all for free. You have to know precisely how to cultivate these women to start, and then get them to continue paying you for each time you “service” them — not just the loan of a few dollars — which you never intend to pay back — but $50 or $100 plus expenses for each tryst you arrange with them.

The gigolo concentrates his efforts on making himself available to widows and wives of busy businessmen who really don’t care what their wives do, so long as they don’t become embroiled in a public scandal. These women range in age from about 45, on into their 80s.

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Oh shit! This guy makes porno movies! You heard of them, but had never seen one. Why didn’t you read it more carefully? You decide it is time for you to leave. So you head for the door. He blocks you and asks where you think you are going. “Home,” you tell him.

“Unh-uh. Not so fast babe. Remember those contracts you signed? You want me to sue your ass off? Looks to me like you don’t even have enough money for a lawyer.”

Damn! He tricked you. It’s not fair! But you don’t know what to do. He’s right, you can’t afford lunch, much less a lawyer. So you decide there’s nothing you really can do. You don’t want to go to jail.

“Ok. What do I have to do to get them back?”

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