Home Truly: Sex-filled tales of a little garden city

[xxtwentyfour]

I was driving down the expressway near midnight to meet Icarus, my long time buddy. He was bringing some sweet young girls over to his place. That was all he told me in whatsapp. It was enough however to stir me up in a hot and humid August night. His definition of SYT is really super pretty SYT, no horse run, confirm you will get besotted.

I was not in a particularly good mood. I had just transferred my local escort an additional few hundred dollars. It was not part of payment for sexual services. I was pretty sure I was not getting my money back even though she packaged it as a "loan".

It was instead part of her long drawn out series of lies and schemes and deceptions to get money for free without giving sex in return. I was pretty sure there were other guys who had been drawn into the web of lies too. Over the years, one by one each guy had blown up, stalked her, threatened her, for carrying out those deceitful acts. She did not have to confess anything to me. I knew it happened now and then to her.

It's amazing I had not found her nude videos plastered on Sammyboy Forum yet. Surely, by now, some vengeful guy would have taken a video of them having sex and would have been tempted to publicize it in revenge.

I could have walked away from it once and for all. Maybe in the next few days, I would make a clean break and tell her exactly why. Then I would move on to some other escort or even get myself a sugar babe if I feel that I can afford to have one, someone who would not stoop to such nonsense.

The sex was excellent while she was not engaged in her puerile deceitful stunts. I guess that was what kept me in the game. There are long periods when she is prepared to deal honestly with me, mainly because I put my foot down firmly and demanded a strictly cash-upon-delivery relationship between us. But now and then she would find loopholes and exploit them. During these times, I cannot adapt fast enough. If she has shown that she can run ahead of me and beat me, maybe it's time to quit her. Why fight a battle you can no longer win? No sex no matter how good is worth the losses incurred.

I was so lost in these thoughts that I nearly got into accident with a couple of vehicles. Fortunately my luck on the road has always been good. Certainly much better than my luck with this particular escort. God bless her and her glorious pussy to which I have been enslaved for a good three years.

I finally got arrived at the destination, not feeling in a very positive mood. Icarus lived in a good class bungalow with a swimming pool. The whole place, as far as I could tell, belonged to him and him alone. He had family but they did not live with him. He lived alone. With servants. And a chauffer. And really beautiful, luscious girls that frequented the residence on a more or less continuous basis.

I paused for a moment and, for the umpteenth time that I had been at the residence, wondered what it would be like to possess that kind of wealth. Maybe that escort from which I had gotten so much great sex but at the same lost so much money would dissolve away and become part of that vast conveyor belt of girls that streamed in and out of the residence like some glorious production factory that specialized in manufacturing pure pleasure.

Then I saw her. The thing that caused me to snap out of my doldrums. A petite, slender, attractive young lady, in a neat little black one-piece outfit, an outfit that was so short it barely covered her ass. All my thoughts evaporated and I literally started trembling. She was school girl fetish come true. Those smooth gorgeous slender legs almost completely exposed by that ultra short one-piece outfit. Of My God. My dick pressed against my pants like a jackhammer.

[xxtwentyfour]

The sight of that slender, petite lady in that ultra short one-piece office outfit caused so much blood to flow South that I literally retained no memory of the next few minutes of my otherwise meaningless existence.

I must therefore ask the reader to fast forward the current scene a little bit, to the part where somehow, God knows how, Icarus had welcome both the girl and I into the residence, and I was seated on a huge, comfortable sofa in a living room that had a huge plasma TV screen, while that girl – no doubt an angel descended to Earth – was busy unpacking her barang barang for the night.

The residence was truly minimalist in design. There were no gaudy, extravagant displays of wealth. No oil paintings and abstract art by some con artist that sold for millions of times more than the toilet paper over which they are painted. No jade or porcelain or expensive pottery to let the casual outsider know just how rich the home owner was. Every piece of furniture was functional in nature, and deliberately understated. The only clue to great wealth was the sheer size of the residence and the exquisite care taken by the group of servants to keep it spick and span literally on an hourly basis. Whenever I visited the residence, I felt myself drawn into a world where wealth was not just an absolute good but also an absolute inevitability – the end result of efforts that occurred almost effortlessly as if they were mere accidents of design and intent.

[skewball]

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[MPLover]

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[randily]

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[rawboy83]

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[xxtwentyfour]

Icarus and I opened a couple of beers and spent the next half hour catching up on small talk and the latest UEFA Champion's League results.

We had known each other for a very very long time, in fact, way back from our full time NS days when we were both Signallers.

Back in the day, he was already famous as a rich dude, and when we both went to university, he started gathering quite a sizeable crowd of "friends". But as time went by, slowly the buddies list whittled down, leaving behind only a small but close group of sincere bros.

By now Icarus had married and divorced twice already. I had not gotten married even once.

I wondered how he retained all the wealth through two divorces. Women's Charter has a way of grabbing that kind of thing. Probably a combination of pre-nups and excellent lawyers. I shuddered to think that his wealth before those two divorces might have been twice the current amount

In any case, I was distracted that night.

Distracted by that cute, slender damsel in front of me with wearing for all practical purposes an outfit thet covered just the top and almost none of the bottom.

Icarus noticed by distracted gazes at that girl who seemed perpetually obsessed with arranging and rearranging her barang barang.

"Don't worrry bro," he assured me. "More girls on the way!"

MORE GIRLS!

My goodness! Girls as good as this one???

How much money was he planning to spend that night?! 50K huh? Freaking hell!

Icarus sources his one-night stands from an escort agency which advertises online and also has many clientele through word-of-mouth. Besides providing run-of-the-mill FLs in the mid to high hundreds range -- which frankly are more suitable for dudes like myself and our gang of brothers -- this agency also provides escorts for social entertainment, events, and caters to people like Icarus who can book multiple gals overnight at one ago.

[sponge05]

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[Buangkok15]

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[KTVbuddy]

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[TalkNoMoney]

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[Nailma]

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[JizFries]

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[Truthful]

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[ultrasound]

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