I was doing my rounds today, and your house was next. As one of my regulars I always enjoyed giving you the best service possible on every occasion, and today you had asked for the silver service as usual.

I rang your doorbell. You opened the door and immediately turned and walked up the stairs which were directly behind you. You had nothing on below the waist and I watched your beautiful bum as you climbed the stairs. This was the usual routine and so I closed the door behind me, removing my shoes and following you up the stairs.

I walked into your bedroom, where you were lying on the bed with a loose blouse on but nothing else. Your eyes were closed and your legs were stretched out in a perfectly natural position, slightly open so I could see your mons venus and some pubic hair.

Now some people have home visits from chiropodists to sort their feet out, or from nail technicians for their fingernails, or hairdressers for their hair. You can even get home visits from opticians. But the service I offered to my clientele was to make sure that their pubic area was very well maintained and kept neat and tidy. And the older you get, with more nooks, crannies and flaps of skin, the more worried you are about DIY and the potential for some nasty nicks and cuts. Much better to get a professional in!

I put my gladstone bag on the bed. I thought the bag gave a degree of professionalism that suited the gravitas of my work. I opened the bag and placed on the bed the tools of my trade. Some small scissors, a safety razor, some lubricant jelly, and, as this was a silver service, an 8 inch vibrator and a fine tipped vibrating wand. I also placed a tissue on the bed.

I got to work straightaway – there was no small talk about holidays or the weather – in fact there was no conversation at all. I picked up the scissors with my right hand, and gently gathered pubic hair at the top of your pelvis between my fingers. A quick snip and I had removed a few millimetres of wiry pubic hair. I continued without hesitation, nipping away with incredible care creating an even length of about 5 mm of pubic hair in the V above your thighs. You were relaxed, totally trusting my skill and attention to detail.

I put the scissors down and I put my left hand between your knees and slowly pushed your left leg out as far as was comfortable. I did the same with your right leg. Frog like, your legs were bent, your knees pushed out and your feet touching. I could now see all of your pussy. Your lips were already slightly distended and engorged with blood anticipating what was to come and I could see the gap between your labia and the moist skin beyond them. I picked up my scissors again and started to gather your pubic hair on each side of the labia, cutting the pubic hair to the same 5mm as before. I stood back to admire my work – pubic hair is tricky to trim because of its coarseness and wiriness, it can be difficult to give a neat and even trim. But this was now perfectly done.

Now all of your pubic hair was at the required length, I put the scissors away and picked up the lubricant. I squirted this on your lower stomach and down to your arsehole. You flinched a little – the lubricant was slightly cold and your pussy was, by now, very sensitive to any type of touch. I loved this bit, as the lubricant was white and looked like cum, and the amount I used made it look like a scene from a bukkake orgy with multiple men coming all over your pussy. 

I gently rubbed the lubricant around the whole area of your fanny to make sure there was even coverage.

I picked up the razor and I started to shave your lower stomach where a few rogue pubic hairs had grown. I drew the razor softly and gently across your skin in order to make sure there was no chance of any mistakes and nasty nicks.

I shaved down the inside of your left groin, holding your labia down so that I could draw the razor across the smooth service. I did the same on the right side of your groin, so that by now you just had a thin strip of pubic hair running from your clitoral hood along your labia down to your arsehole. This is the trickiest bit and needs total focus and attention.

I pulled on your right labia holding it between forefinger and thumb. Pulling it as far as it would comfortably go, I could run the razor along the very edge of the lip. I did the same for the left labia, shaving from the clitoral hood downwards. Finally I lifted your legs slightly so that I could shave around your arsehole.

I took a very close look at the handiwork, wiping the lubricant away with a tissue to reveal a totally smooth pussy. Absolutely no pubic hair. And the pussy was throbbing and glistening, the labia fully extended so I could see your vagina and your clitoris. I touched the labia very gently with my forefinger, and could feel your responsiveness to the touch. You were fully aroused and were swollen with the anticipation of what was to come.

I picked the 8 inch vibrator off the bed and turned it on to a moderate setting. I then gently pushed it into your open vagina which accepted it easily thanks to the lubricant and your own moisture. You groaned with pure pleasure. I pushed it the full 8 inches in, just leaving the very end protruding from your cunt, and you groaned again and pushed back against the vibrator to maximise your pleasure.

I then picked up the thin vibrating wand. I loved this toy as it could probe any little nook or cranny with absolute precision. I started at the entrance to the vagina, from where the vibrator was still doing its job. I moved the tip of the wand very slowly upwards across the beautifully smooth skin between your vagina and clitoris. As I slowly drew the wand up, you began to arch your back slightly, your legs tensed and I could feel a trembling and fluttering in your body.

I continued to slowly move the wand up towards the clitoris, which by now was erect and engorged with blood. When I reached the edge of the clitoris, I circled it with the tip of the wand, not quite touching it but allowing the sensitivity to increase. Your legs were now tensing, your stomach flexing and your body pulsating as your coming orgasm increased in its power towards the inevitable climax. You groaned and whimpered a little, “please, please, please finish me off”.

Finally I touched the end of your clitoris with the wand. You came with such power that your legs flew together as you writhed on the bed, with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure cascading over your body.

I let the pleasure subside and your body relax and stretch out again. I removed the vibrator from your vagina (you seemed reluctant to let it go) and put it in the gladstone bag along with all of my other tools of the trade.

I stood at the end of the bed, admiring my work for a couple of seconds. My dick was erect and I could feel an ache in my balls from the visual and sensual stimulation I had enjoyed as well as the natural reflex of anticipation – with a mind of their own I think they think sex and my coming was inevitable. This was the one downside of the silver service.

“You are due an upgrade to gold, you know. You just have to say and give me a bit of notice”.

Your voice was a bit strained from your orgasmic experience. “Thank you – I’m sure it is well worth it, but I need to ask my husband first. I’ll let you know”

“No problem. I’ll see you in two weeks time, and for now, assume it will be the silver service again”

I left the bedroom, walked downstairs and put my shoes back on, opened the door and left the house, quietly closing the door behind me.

The difference between the silver service was two-fold. The beginning was different in that the client and I are both totally naked. The end is significantly different as we have full blown penetrative sex. In most cases the clients wants it fast and furious, kneeling on the side of the bed with their bums in the air so I can push very hard, doggy style whilst standing next to the bed. Having always reached a long, slow orgasm with the shaving and vibrators, the client just wants that feeling of being banged really hard maximising the pleasure of physical contact.

I obviously loved delivering the gold service for my clients. But I also loved servicing the silver ladies as well, as, after all, I could only manage a maximum of 2 gold clients a day anyway. More than 2 was a strain and jeopardised my delivery. No gold clients was equally not good, as my dick was erect all day and my balls really hurt from the production of semen with no home to go to. Fortunately my wife was very understanding and having a copy of my schedule for the day, knew if I needed instant relief when I got home at the end of (literally) a hard day at the office.

So balancing my bronze (as an entry level with a trim and no “extras” it very rarely was wanted) with my silver and gold ladies became a logistical nightmare whilst the actual outcomes were an absolute dream.

And the strange thing is, bronze, silver and gold all cost the same – they are absolutely free!!