Elle, the Heiress

In the heart of the city, under the glittering skyscrapers, a high society gala was in full swing. Frank, a man of average looks and extraordinary endowment, found himself in the midst of this glamorous event, feeling as out of place as a sparrow in a flock of peacocks. He was there at the request of Elle Blanchet, a stunning heiress with a body sculpted by the gods, but it more likely by the finest surgeons money could buy.

Elle, in a dress that shimmered like liquid silver, a diamond necklace likely worth more money than Frank was likely to see in his entire life sparkling on her perfect cleavage, watched Frank from the corner of her blue eyes, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping impatiently on her champagne glass. He was dressed in a tuxedo, an unfamiliar and expensive fabric draped over his broad shoulders. The paparazzi snapped photos, their flashes momentarily blinding Frank, but Elle seemed unfazed, her diamonds sparkling brighter than the camera flashes.

Elle had instructed Frank to stay close, to be seen but not heard, to be a silent accessory to her glamour. He followed her commands, his eyes wide with awe at the billionaires, movie stars, and politicians who moved with ease among the crowd. He sipped champagne and nibbled on overpriced snacks, feeling like a child playing dress-up in his father's suit.

At the end of the night, Elle excused herself, and they left. In the limo, she gave him a few dismissive glances before offhandedly mentioning the benefit of his unremarkable appearance. "No one is likely to find out who you are later either," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. Then she looked at his crotch, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Is it true?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you really that extraordinary?" Frank didn't need to answer. He unzipped his pants, and Elle's eyes widened in awe.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Elle knelt before him, her silver dress pooling at her waist. She took him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Frank groaned, his hands tangling in her blonde hair as she sucked him with expert skill. After a while, Elle climbed onto his lap, her dress hiked up to her waist, her perfectly enhanced ass bouncing as she rode him.

Elle's moans filled the limousine, her nails digging into Frank's shoulders as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. She came again, her body shuddering with pleasure, before she leaned in to bite at then whisper in his ear, "Fuck my ass."

Frank hesitated for a moment, but Elle's insistent hands guided him, her tight asshole stretching to accommodate his massive cock. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her body trembling as she climaxed again. Frank groaned, his cock twitching as he came deep inside her, filling her with his cum.

They arrived at Elle's luxury hotel, their clothes slightly disheveled and their hair mussed. They rushed up to her suite, giggling like teenagers as they continued their passionate encounter. Frank fucked Elle hard, his cock stretching her pussy painfully as he filled her with cum. When her pussy became too sore, Elle begged him to fuck her ass again, her body craving the fullness only Frank could provide.

Frank obliged, his cock sliding easily into her well-lubed asshole. Elle screamed in pleasure, her body shaking as she came again and again. Frank came inside her, his cum mixing with her juices, before he pulled out and Elle took him in her mouth, cleaning him off.

As they lay in her soft bed, Elle looked at Frank with newfound respect. "You may have been a nobody at the gala," she said, "but you're a god in bed." She promised to call upon him again, perhaps even tell some celebrity friends about him.

Frank smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "It would be my pleasure to serve," he said, "as long as I'm paid as well as tonight."

And so, Frank, the average-looking gigolo with an extraordinary cock, found himself a regular in high society circles, his name whispered among the elite as the best-kept secret in town. He may have been a nobody in the eyes of the world, but in the bedroom, he was a king.

AN: lightly edited to combine two versions.