Sandra called me the morning after, complaining that she was sore and could hardly walk because of what had happened the day before when I had made out with her. She acknowledged that this was her first-ever circumcision and that she had never had a cock that large before.

"I do expect a repeat performance as soon as I recover," Sandra stated. "And when the guys are away in Spain, we can have a proper session without any distractions."

I was happy that she was content and that I could give her more. That elegant bird for the entire day would be ideal; I could anticipate a memorable day.

Before the subsequent painting session, I had to keep my phone close by because I kept getting calls from Linda and Anne, the big-tit lady, asking to get together for coffee and probably some extras.

I did not want Tracey to become suspicious because she did not know I did a joint session and assumed my modelling was just me posing and getting naked.

I had never had a blowjob from someone who had silicone or lip fillers before, or from someone whose tits were as big and firm thanks to implants, so I was pretty eager to get my cock between Anne's puffed-up lips.

Despite being older than most and having a slightly larger build, Anne was still quite attractive. She was in her early fifties. Anne was about as tall as she was wide, so you could call her short and dumpy.

I finally answered Anne's call after she had called me more than a dozen times. I was unsure of her reason for calling at that hour because it was almost nine o'clock at night.

Anne was a little confused about why I was not picking up, since I had not really spoken to her much before and had not realised how posh she was. She spoke very well, and her English accent was very elegant.

"I am having an issue at home. My spouse and the other guys went on a golfing trip in Spain, and I was unable to contact anyone else," Anne remarked.

I apologised and enquired, "What is the problem? I will help if I can."

"My washing machine leaked, and now water is pouring out everywhere. I tried contacting the few plumbers my husband recommended, but no one is returning my calls."

I said, "Turn off the stopcock."

Anne shot back, "I have no idea where it is, and my husband is so drunk that I can not even understand what he is talking about on the phone."

"Could you text me your address? I am heading out in a few minutes," I said.

I had no time to change into my clothes. I was getting ready for a shower after working out when the call came in. My only clothing consisted of flip-flops, a vest and Lycra cycling shorts.

My phone vibrated, and it was Anne's message with her address on it. I was not impressed because it was in a remote village that was at least twenty miles away.

Tracey became enraged and stormed off to bed as I departed on a mission of kindness.

Anne was waiting for me on the front step, wearing a matching robe, slippers and a flimsy black slip. Like all the other houses in the art group, hers was massive, featuring a video link to the house in addition to double electric gates. I was granted entry as soon as I pressed the call button.

The entry hall was as big as my house, with tall columns supporting the roof on either side of the wide double doors.

To my surprise, Anne had locked the door behind me. The utility room at the back of the house, which was a few steps below the main house, was where Anne led me to go. There was not enough water to seep into other rooms; the floor was at least an inch or two wet.

The washing machine was leaking water from behind, and because it was an integrated unit, it was almost impossible to get to the back of it.

I looked for ten minutes before I finally found the stopcock and turned it off.

The water started to run out as I knelt to remove the machine from the cupboard so I could get to the pipes. My modesty was hidden by my shorts, even though they were just as wet. Now that my entire outfit was soaked, I removed my vest and set it aside to air dry.

I was able to find the burst plastic pipe, isolate it, and reactivate the main stop after taking the machine apart. Even though I said I would take care of it the following day, a replacement pipe was required.

I was hot and sweaty from work and needed a shower, and my wonderful host Anne had already made me a lovely latte. Then she offered me a change of clothes from her husband's closet and access to her wet room.

I took it because I was too wet to get into my car. With a queen-sized four-poster bed and an ensuite bathroom, the master bedroom was as big as my whole first floor.

The massive wet room had a shower with jets shooting out of the walls in every direction and an overhead unit that looked like a rainstorm.

I went to the wet room and took a long, relaxing shower after Anne got me some towels. While I was enjoying the experience and getting my hair washed, Anne came in totally nude.

I said, "What are you doing?"

"I am here to clean your back and anything else you might need cleaning," said Anne in response.

Her enormously enhanced breasts, which were so firm and barely moved because of the silicone implants, captured my attention. She had huge, dark nipples that resembled saucers.

Moving behind me, Anne cleaned and exfoliated my back before wrapping her arms around my waist and rubbing her moving breasts over my back.

I was so into the feeling that I was hardly even aware when she removed one hand from my waist and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

She worked my lower back with her breasts and pumped my cock to an erection in a matter of seconds.

I turned to face her and grabbed her breasts as she took my balls and cock in her hands. I had never had breasts this beautiful and enjoyable to massage, but they were also quite firm and hard.

I gave Anne the shower gel, and she smiled broadly and cleaned my sweaty balls. Water was trickling down our bodies as Anne gazed up at me.

She did not need any encouragement because she was down between my legs and working on my cock and balls in a matter of seconds after I put a hand on top of her head and told her to drop onto her knees. It was wrong, but I had to, because all I could think about was those pumped-up lips and how I wanted them around my cock.

She licked my pre-cum, sucked my balls, worshipped my cock, bit me, kissed me, and then opened her mouth to eat me.

Anne slowly began to blow me up and down her lips, feeling soft and strong but wonderful. She took me all the way down to my balls—ten inches of hard, hot, and circumcised fat cock.

Anne led me to an early climax with sparkling eyes, filling her warm, soft mouth with shot after shot of hot, sticky semen that she swallowed with grace. Anne was well aware of her greatness as a cocksucker.

She was a master of the blowjob and loved it just as much as I did, so even after I finished, she kept suckling me.

She kissed me when she got up. She was so short, I had to stoop to meet her face. "Sandra told us how good you are, so now fuck me like you did her."

I thought that was our secret, but if my reputation gets me more sex, then so be it.

Anne turned around and put her hands against the wall of the wet room. Water continued to rain down on us as I moved behind her, bent my legs to a point, was almost kneeling, and easily slipped my length inside her, almost up to my balls.

I cupped her breasts as I fucked her long and hard until she crumpled with probably the best orgasm she had ever had. Her knees were weak and wobbly, I had to hold her up as I carried on until I emptied my load inside her.

She fell in a heap, and I had to pull out to avoid her snapping my cock off.

Anne was exhausted and satisfied sitting on the floor of the shower with water cascading all over her.

I took this as a final chance to get another of her blowjobs as I was still erect. I kneeled beside her and pushed my cock towards her face. She knew what was expected and opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my shaft, allowing me to face fuck her for a few moments.

We both cleaned up, dried off, and got dressed—albeit in her husband's sports clothes—as soon as she felt well enough to stand.

I liked this woman more the more I got to know her mentality, even though I had already met her physically. We moved into her kitchen and had another coffee while chatting. She was nice.

I thanked her for a wonderful evening, and she thanked me for helping her out. "You have been the best amateur model we have ever booked," the woman remarked. "You have the biggest cock any of us have ever seen and you are so easygoing."

With a flush, I thanked her for the praise.

"The girls want to do something special for you in our last session, but we will definitely book you again," she stated. Is there anything you would like us to do to fulfil your dream or fantasy? Since you have brought us all such joy, we all want to please you and nothing is impossible."

I was sitting there thinking, "I know exactly what my favourite fantasy is, but I cannot admit it to a virtual stranger." I also could not expect the group of rich women at lunch to fulfil my fantasy.

Do not be shy; we are all up for anything. Okay, some people do not like anal, but we can talk about anything else. Anne said.

I shot back, "It is not what I would have expected from your lovely group of ladies, but I do have a fantasy and was given the chance before, but it did not work out."

"Well, do not keep me in suspense. All I can do is ask the girls—especially since the husbands will be away again—if they are up for a little fun," Anne pushed.

I finally blurted out, "I have always wanted to be surrounded by a harem of scantily clad women who would do anything and would allow me to do anything to them," despite my nervousness about telling her. I was even tempted to make something up.

Anne exclaimed, "Whoa! That is a novel idea; I have seen commercials and videos offering the service for bachelor parties and noteworthy birthdays, but getting involved seems like the most fun you could have."

"You asked, and I do not think for a minute they would agree. I have seen videos of guys sharing their cock with more than twenty women, and I felt jealous, but I would never expect to be involved." I answered.

"I want it to happen, and I am meeting the girls for lunch tomorrow. I have lots of ideas already," said an enthusiastic Anne with a smile. They are all wealthy women in need of a good cock, so I will tell them it is my idea and that we should offer you two grand each if you agree to our proposal, all in an effort to line your own pocket." She laughed after that.

"You cannot be serious," I said.

Think of ten or more women, or even fourteen, fighting over your cock and taking turns giving you a blowjob. That would be amazing. "Yes, it would be great that the men are away. You would be our prisoner and get to fuck us all." Just thinking about that is such a turn-on. What a night. I have to bring it about."

After that, I went home and immediately went to bed because I was so horny, but Tracey was still sleeping and acting grumpy.

The next day, while Anne was out with the girls, I went back to her house and fixed the machine using a spare key.

Not until the day before my appointment, when I was told to pack a change of clothes and my toothbrush because I might need to stay overnight, did I hear from Anne, Sandra, or Linda.

When I told Tracey that this was the last sitting with the group and that the money would cover our holiday expenses, she was thrilled about the idea, even though I had warned her that I might have to pose in a suggestive manner with one of the women who would also be nude and possibly involve physical contact.

"Do whatever it takes if it pays off well, but be careful and tell me exactly what happened when you get home—that is important," Tracey advised.

Although it might be more acceptable if I brought home twenty grand, I wondered how she would feel if the harem scenario was set up.

"Your wish is my command, twelve women; they have all agreed to pay you three grand each. I tried for five. For you to be their plaything, take a viagra; you might need it," was the text that Anne sent me the morning of the session.

In response, I asked, "Which of the ladies are going to participate, and are they aware of the involved steps?"

"I am the eldest, and the youngest is twenty-one," Anne retorted, "but you probably do not know the names of many of the others." Sandra, Linda, Sheila, and I are the others.

I asked, "Are we doing an art session first?"

Indeed, however, two of the more senior wives withdrew; they desired you but were too bashful to take part in a group meeting. We would like to hold off on giving you your treat, which we are all excited about." Anne said.

Anne further stated that they had all seen a few of the videos on a foreign website that specialised in matching single men with loads of party-loving, open-minded women.

Sheila's mansion was to be the venue for the session. Anne explained, "The structure will be similar to the videos we viewed; you will be introduced to each woman separately and have some time to talk and get to know one another." All of us will be dressed completely in whatever makes us feel good. Following our group meeting, you will assist each woman in taking off her outer garments one at a time. You are then free to kiss and cuddle for as long as you like. After that, you will be expected to take off each girl's bra and handle the contents again, but only if it makes you feel comfortable. The girls might approach you in between and take off your outerwear. Then you have to remove their pants and check them out, and then the girls will decide what they want to do to you. Just be prepared to have a great day and ready to satisfy lots of horny women who need to ride a big cock.”

I was nervous with anticipation and excited, hoping they could recreate what I had watched online. If they did, it would be the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.

I wore a white cotton shirt that fit me well and was slim-fitting, along with some nice black boxers, loose cotton pants and flip-flops. I felt ready and clean after taking a shower and shaving.

I drove to Sheila’s house, arriving at the appointed time. I was met by Sheila, which was a surprise, although it was her house. She looked very nice in a loose-fitting summer dress and heels, her blonde hair was immaculate, along with her makeup. Sheila was in her forties, five feet five, with a slight build and small breasts.

I was escorted through to the conservatory, which was now closed off to the outside with the blinds all drawn, although her nearest neighbour was half a mile away, so no one overlooked the property. Candles burned in every corner and on every table, and the floor was covered in rugs, throws, and mattresses. It looked like a boudoir and smelt sweet.

I noticed that recording equipment had been set up at various locations and was already recording all of the activity.

There was a bar setup with ready-to-drink glasses of champagne, wine, and mixed drinks.

I was left alone momentarily, and then Linda joined me; she was to introduce all of the women and had set the agenda.

I was introduced to each lady, and in turn, we shook hands, exchanged names, kissed, and had a brief chat to explain their age and marital status before I moved on to the next one, ending with Sheila, Anne, Sandra, and Linda.

I was supposed to help them out of their outer clothing, but we saved time by stripping them off themselves. Now they were all in underwear, just bras and pants of various styles and sizes, all very expensive and designer, and all brand new in appearance.

I then started with lady one and helped them off with their bra’s tossing them onto a pile, handling each pair of breasts and tweaking their nipples as I moved along the line. There were some small breasts, some medium-sized ones, some large, and Anne’s very large.

Then it was time to remove the pants, from g-strings and thongs to big pants and French knickers. What was beneath them was a whole load of perfectly trimmed public hair and shaved pussies of varying colours. I slipped my hand between each lady's legs with no resistance and stroked some very moist pussies of varying sizes, from tiny and tight to Anne's, which was big and puffy.

The women jostled me as the last pair of pants came off, some of them holding my arms. First, they took off my shirt, then my pants and flip-flops.

I just let them do whatever they wanted to me; I could feel my boxers being torn off and my cock and ass being groped.

After that, I was placed on a large mattress on the ground with my hands fastened to a post that was leaning against the wall behind me. I was totally at their mercy, and I was there to be taken.

I was then blindfolded, which I felt was unfair. I expressed my displeasure and was told to just relax and enjoy the experience.

I felt lips around my cock, then different ones using different techniques. The mouth around my cock changed every few minutes. I recognised Sandra and Anne, I was hoping Linda had a go but couldn’t be sure. Although I thought I counted twelve, I couldn’t be sure someone didn’t have more than one go.

Women were on and off my face, allowing me to lick their pussy without me knowing who I was giving an orgasm, I was sure that everyone who rode my tongue had an orgasm and covered me in their juices.

After it appeared everyone had sucked my cock, they took turns riding it, each person choosing a position to suit them; some just rode me; others went reverse cowgirl until they had another orgasm, some rode my face as another rode my cock. I was never going to last at this rate. I knew I could come multiple times a night, so I was not too bothered.

I was about to fire my first load of the evening when the person riding me got off. A pair of lips took the place of the pussy, and a pair of hands pumped me while the unidentified lady had her mouth filled. As I kept shooting, another mouth took its place, and after that, it was just the hands pumping me while tongues joined in licking along my length until I could cum no more.

After taking off my blindfold, I still did not know who had ridden or sucked me or whose mouth I had filled. The ladies all looked pleased with themselves. I did notice that a couple of the ladies, whose names I was unsure of, had semen running down their breasts.

I was still restrained and unable to move I still had an erection that didn’t go away, which attracted a few hands and a mouth or two Only now could I see who was blowing me.

I had breasts shoved in my mouth and made to suck them, which I did gladly. The younger woman in the group was between my legs, sucking and pumping my cock while she was being encouraged by the older members to do so. I could see her doing this while I was enjoying a nice pair of breasts.

Our eyes met, and we smiled at one another, This girl was good; her big blue eyes made me melt as she gave me her best blowjob, which was incredible. I know I had already cum but nothing was going to stop me from filling her mouth. Her actions were making my toes curl. The sensation she was giving me was better than anything so far, I hoped she wouldn’t stop, and she didn't. She swallowed every drop and kept going until I stopped pumping it into her sweet mouth.

The older woman cheered when she stopped and licked her lips, having achieved her goal. I wanted her to mount me. I needed to feel my cock inside her. I said to her, “What’s your name?”

She replied, “Zara.”

"Zara, I need you to ride me," I said.

She smiled and moved into place. She lowered her pussy down towards my cock, which was still erect. She was damp enough for me to slide in comfortably. She was tight, but it felt good. She was warm and accommodating. I was stretching her, but she persevered and inch by inch she almost wiggled her pussy lowered onto my steaming, hard cock.

I wanted to help her and hold her, but my restraints prevented me. My requests to be released were denied. The other guests were surrounding us as Zara slowly began to raise and lower herself up and down my pole. Her face was taught and she had pain in her eyes, which did not stop her fucking my cock.

She grew more comfortable riding me, and her expression changed from one of pain to one of lust and desire.

Zara's body shook during her first orgasm, and she paused to catch her breath. "I have never had one like that before," she grinned at me.

She resumed riding me, also turning to Linda and asking her to release my hands. Initially, Linda shook her head, but Zara’s glare was enough to change her mind.

With my hands free, I was able to hold onto Zara’s hips as she rode me. She slowed again, complaining that her thighs were aching and she needed to change positions.

Now that I was free, I was able to turn things around, and we sort of rolled sideways with my cock still deep inside her.

Zara was now under me, lying on the mattress I was on top on my knees, able to make love to her.

I pulled her legs up and rested them on my shoulders. Our eyes never left each other as I slipped in and out of her, burying my cock deeper with each stroke. I could see another orgasm build as I was ready to fill her, I didn’t ask permission and just let it go, filling her pussy with my load. As soon as I finished, I slipped out and lowered her legs.

Zara pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

When we stopped kissing, she whispered, “I have never been fucked like that before, it was amazing.”

This was the first time that evening I lost my erection, although it wouldn’t take much to restore it with the right sort of attention.

When I climbed off Zara, I was met by Linda, who did not look too happy with me. She said, “I do hope you have enough for me. I have waited for this, and all you have done is fuck everyone else.”

I hugged Linda. You find a room, and I will give you whatever you desire. The hug was a bit strange with us both naked, as was everyone else in the room.

The ladies started to get dressed, so I set about searching for my boxers, which were nowhere to be found. I did track down my trousers, so I slipped them on.

Sheila had prepared an enormous feast for us, which we all tucked into, and little groups seemed to appear. I was lost but was invited to join Linda, Sandra, and Anne to eat my food.

The ladies were all staying at the mansion for the next few days. I was invited but declined as I knew I had to go home. As I moved to leave, Linda met me and reminded me I needed to take care of her, and I would be expected to return the following day to keep my promise, at which time I would be paid as arranged.

Back at home, I described the events of the night to Tracey. Well, I told her as much as I thought she would accept, but not the harem bit. Yes, I did confess to being painted by another woman while she pretended to give me a blowjob.

Tracey said, “But did she give you a blowjob then?”

I was nervous about my reply but said, “She had my cock in her mouth to simulate her actions for the artists.”

Tracey said, “There is no way the woman could just do that with your big cock in her mouth; she would have to give you a blowjob.” And laughed.

"Okay, she gave me a blowjob,” I said.

“Was she good?” Tracey said.

“If you must know, yes, she was,” I replied. "Do you want the good news, though?” I continued.

With a disapproving look, Tracey said, “She swallowed?”

"Well, yes, she did, but that’s not the news; they are paying me over thirty grand for my sessions,” I said.

Tracey's expression went from one of disappointment to happiness, asking, "Why so much?"

“They agreed to pay me three grand each for posing naked and allowing one lady to pose with me in an erotic pose and to suck my cock.” I went on.

Tracey said, “Was that it?”

I lied and confirmed it was. I continued, “I have a final session today after which they will pay me in cash; it does involve me being naked and posing with a lady again.”

Tracey said, “For thirty grand, it’s worth it, but don’t enjoy it too much and bring a copy of one of the pictures for me to see.”