Attractive Business Proposal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

After his psychosexual treatment at dr. Anita Blessinger's practice who helped him to get rid of his premature ejaculation problem, Andrew continues to meet Jocelyn Penske, an older woman who he has met there. One day, Jocelyn comes up with a surprising but interesting business proposal for her young lover...

Attractive Business Proposal


This story is a sequel to “My Accident”, “PsychoSexual Treatment” and “Topsy-Turvy with Jocelyn”. These stories can also be found at Booksiesilk but each story can be read on its own.


On a Friday night, Jocelyn Penske and I had another wonderful fucking bout at the “Pussy Dance Inn” in Eggertingue. For the first time, I made her cum three times in just under four hours.

To my surprise, I got a phone call from Jocelyn the following Monday morning. She wanted to discuss a “business proposal” with me. She didn't say a word about our fuck in Eggertingue. Her voice on the phone was very neutral and businesslike. She remained vague about the reason why she wanted to make me a business proposal. She cited as a reference that Dr. Anita Blessinger, the sexologist, had warmly recommended me to her. “Business proposal”, sounded strange to me, because actually, I was fairly well-funded. I used to get money from Jocelyn Penske regularly after I had fucked her. Besides, my father paid me handsomely when I helped him load buckets of paint into his company's vans and haul iron pipes to build scaffolding, or when I lent a hand at the paperwork he himself hated.

Because I was really curious, I accepted Jocelyn Penske's proposal. She made me come to Brussels on a Tuesday evening, to the chic Steigenberger Wiltcher's Hotel on Avenue Louise. She said over the phone that she was expecting me there at 7:30 PM and that she invited me to dinner. That dinner was worth it, I must say, a very expensive dinner that I would never have afforded myself back then. While we were eating, we became acquainted. That was necessary because when Jocelyn and I were fucking, we exchanged very little information.

Jocelyn told me she was fifty-four and had been a widow for six years. Her husband died suddenly of a heart attack. She had set up an antique shop with him in Tungerine, where she still lived above the shop with an unmarried daughter. Together with her daughter, she also sold cheaper stuff at the weekly Tungerine Sunday flea market. Antiques and flea market objects, that was one side of her business interests. In addition, she had set up an agency for contact mediation four years ago. It was not a marriage agency. She only brought lonely women into contact with younger men who provided sexual services to those ladies for a fee.


That's where I came into the picture. Jocelyn didn't mince her words at dinner. She wanted to know if I would be interested in serving older women for a "fair fee". When she saw that I was hesitant, she said that every time I had sex with one of her clients where I managed to make the woman cum I could count on a fee of five thousand francs. Sometimes it was more. After all, a number of women gave a “tip” on top of it that was sometimes as high or even higher than what they had to pay to have sex. If I fucked a woman without giving her an orgasm, the fee was half, two thousand five hundred francs.


Still somewhat hesitant, I asked Jocelyn Penske what kind of women they were who used that kind of "sexual service". Jocelyn gave me a detailed answer to that. Young women, of course, were not her usual clients, unless in highly exceptional cases. The age of her customers was between 40 and 75 years. Practically all of them were single women, widows, or divorced. About ten percent were married but were no longer sexually satisfied with their husbands. There were some beautiful women among them, but that was the exception rather than the rule. And finally, it was pretty obvious that none of those women had money problems. They were more than capable of paying for sex. Jocelyn was honest: she herself collected a commission of 1000 francs from the customer per appointment with a “bumser” as she called them in her German native language.


And how many of your customers will call on me?” I asked.


"I can't say that," she replied. “That will depend on how easy it is for you to visit them and whether you can offer them what they are looking for. If you want to do it, you're not the only professional lover in my service. The best bumsers in my team have a woman to fuck at least twice a week, sometimes even two or three. Just calculate what a generous income they have.”


What Jocelyn said was very clear, and also convincing. That's why I said I'd like to try it.


Fine,” she said, “but 'try' is too vague for me. I want to be sure.”


"What do you mean?" I asked.


Well, I must make sure that you're qualified for the job I'm offering you. Whether you can really, as Dr. Blessinger told me, last for half an hour when having sex with a woman. You don't need that with me. I'll cum after you’ve fucked me for less than ten minutes. I want to know if you are also able to make every client come.”


How are you going to check that?” I asked Jocelyn.


Very simple,” she replied. “We'll go straight to a room here in this hotel. I've booked one for you and Meredith. She has been one of my clients for several months. So far, none of my fuckers have been able to make her orgasm. So you go fick her while I'm there and show me what you're capable of.”


Fick her?”


Well, it’s German for ‘fuck’. Don't worry, if you can't give her an orgasm, I'll pay you two thousand five hundred francs anyway. If you can, you'll be happy to get that five thousand from me in the morning."


Tomorrow morning?” I asked, a little bewildered.


Yes, Pim, you're staying with Meredith all night. I'm counting on you to bang her two or three more times before tomorrow morning. If you manage to make her cum more than once, you'll get another 2500 francs more. Agree?"


Okay,” I said. "Let's get started."


Then we’ll go upstairs. Meredith is already waiting for us. Just don't get under the sheets with her. I want you to fuck her on top of the bed sheets, so I can see if you're doing it differently than with me and if it's helpful to her."

That way I knew what I had to do. At about 9:30 that night, Jocelyn and I went to the hotel room. She had already called Meredith behind my back. The woman was sitting on the bed, stark naked. I also undressed, and Jocelyn sat down on a chair by the side of the bed.

Meredith was no longer young either, but she was still in good shape. I estimated her to be about forty-five, but I must say, for her age, her body still looked very good. She had some overweight but she wasn’t nearly as obese as Jocelyn. She did have nice round and much less heavy breasts than Jocelyn, and smooth skin with few wrinkles. Like many women at that age, she had a face that looked rather sad and disgruntled.


Then I started foreplay with Meredith while Jocelyn Penske watched with interest. Meredith didn't want that for very long. She clearly explained to me that she wanted me to have sex with her in a special “missionary position”. In doing so, she lay on her back, pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and spread her legs. Then I had to crawl on her and fuck her. She claimed that in that position, she would feel my cock deep inside her cunt. While I was "ficking" her, she didn't want me to kiss her, play with her breasts or massage her nipples.

That's how it happened. I strictly adhered to the prescriptions Meredith had imposed on me because I was thinking about those five thousand francs I absolutely wanted to earn.

Meredith's cunt was very dry due to the lack of foreplay. The first time, I didn't manage to get my dick into her fuck crack so easily. Making Meredith cum was out of the question. When that hadn't happened after about ten minutes of struggling and wriggling, she pushed me away from her. She didn't hold back. At Jocelyn Penske she yelled out loud, so terribly loud. I was a good-for-nothing, a vulgar profiteer, an impotent impostor… Meredith was so loud that I thought almost all the customers at the Steigenberger Wiltcher's Hotel heard her shout that night. Jocelyn let Meredith have her say, and then she talked to her softly. She convinced her to give me a second chance. I seized that opportunity. However, I no longer cared about Meredith's demands. I did play with her breasts this time, I sucked on her nipples, I also kissed her wherever I thought she was sensitive, and I massaged her clitoris gently. When she was ready, I fucked her to the best of my ability. It took about fifteen minutes for Meredith to come screaming and screeching. When that happened, Jocelyn Penske applauded softly, and then she left the room.


In the night, at around three o'clock, Meredith started fumbling with my cock. She had regained her appetite for sex. Now I fucked her sideways, and she came even faster than the first time.

In the morning, I managed to give Meredith an orgasm again. Now it took a little longer, and now she didn't scream or screech so loud either.

To wrap up my story: after that evening and night at the Steigenberger Wiltcher's Hotel on Avenue Louise in Brussels, I was “hired” as a professional fucker for the women who were Jocelyn Penske’s clients. She herself continued to use my services, usually twice a month. She claimed that she did this to check if I was still able to deliver a decent performance. She invented it, I think, to let me pamper her body and, most of the time, cum while sighing, panting, moaning, and sometimes even squirting hot lust juice out of her cunt, notwithstanding her age…

© Robur Quercus 2022


Submitted: October 25, 2022

© Copyright 2023 Robur Quercus. All rights reserved.

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