I was due at the salon, but I was hell bent on getting something else I wanted.
I stripped off and stood in the usual position, out of sight of the casual glance through the opened door but visible enough when he came in.
In front of a mirror, I began patting my cock and balls, blood flowing, hardening for him enough to indicate a state of readiness.
I was more ready for him than I had ever been.
He came into the room and, as before, quickly remarked that he knew I was ready for him if I standing in that position.
He was soon using my body, massaging my cock, feeling the curvature of my bum cheeks, reaching through between my legs to play and tweaking my nipples of my slender but imperfect body.
I was just there to be used. I wanted to be fucked but it was not my decision as to whether I would be or not.
I had soon bent over the treatment table and he was soon in behind me, dry humping me with his trousers fastened. He pushed against me a few times, his ever increasing hardness felt with every push but he was soon undoing his trousers before resting his cock between my bum cheeks and teasing my hole. He reached around from behind occasionally and tweaked my nipples or caressed or grabbed my body.
He seemed to know that I was willing and wanted to be fucked again but broke away and instructed me to go around the other side of the table, adding that he wanted me to suck him first for a bit. Naturally, I complied.
I was soon kneeling at his feet and had taken him into my mouth to begin service. I worked every inch, sucking, deep throating, licking, kissing, and even going to lick and kiss his slightly hairy balls, something I had never done before. His reactions verified that he was being satisfied which accelerated the extent of my service.
He instructed me to stand up and to draw in close to him to frot us both in a tight and passionate embrace. He kissed and nuzzled my recently shaven neck so I did the same on his slightly bristly neck as we seemed to be becoming even more intimate lovers each time we met, despite our commitments outside of that room.
After a minute or two, I asked him not to make me cum and instead to keep my sexual stamina up for him, adding that I wasn’t done yet.
The embrace broke and he sat on the edge of the treatment table. I knelt and latterly sat before him on the floor, returning to intently and intensively suck his cock. I told him that I was starting to accept my place.
After a few minutes of service, I told him that I wanted to swallow his load and that I wanted it straight along my tongue, down my throat and into my stomach. He reveled in hearing the lustful and determined tone in his sub’s muted whispery voice and told me what I needed to do to make him cum.
He withdrew for a few seconds and masturbated in front of my mouth which I opened in case he wanted to fire into the back of my throat.
Somewhere along the way, as I worked his cock with my mouth, I recall him saying that he must get some other cock for me. I didn’t respond but the opportunity, which had also been previously alluded to, told me that it was still just a matter of ‘when’, and not ‘if’ and looked forward to it.
I loosened my grip around his shaft as I re-engaged around it, wet, soft, warm strokes up and down as his body started to convulse.
He held himself for a few seconds before firing into the back of my mouth. His load began to pool under my tongue as I held the almost deep-throated position.
I felt his load fall into place, beginning to savour the flavour and consistency of his semen as his body continued to convulse from its perch seated position whilst he continued to ejaculate into my cum dump mouth. I soon instinctively and satisfactorily swallowed, my reward, the one I had craved since and before I had arrived, now well and truly mine.
But I desperately wanted more cum, and had he been able and we had time, I would have had it from him. There was more cum to have though and in my heightened state of arousal, I targeted my own load as the chaser.
All he could do was enjoy the moment that was playing out before him as he continued to leak. I perched on the edge of the treatment table and began to work my cock to completion. I had already made it very clear that I wanted my own load and with a cupped hand, came heavily into it. After the most briefest of thoughts otherwise, I raised the hand to my mouth, snaffled the warm creamy semen up and then used a finger to clean up any spill from my legs, remnants still leaking from my cock and the residue from the trough-like snaffle from my hand before wiping my mouth and consuming that too before I made a point of telling him that I didn’t waste cum these days.
I was becoming a cum slut and any previous thoughts of baulking in cum drinking from here on in had seemingly disappeared.
He was celebrating the events of the past few minutes, of how it had made him feel, telling me how good I was at cock sucking, assuming that I must have had some training. I said that I didn’t know what I was doing, had sucked no other cocks but that I was merely doing what I believed needed doing. Again, he said that he must find me some more cocks.
In that post-orgasm aftermath, I remember him asking who I was and what had I done with the person he otherwise knew. I don’t recall responding other than feeling smug and satisfied at my accomplishments and achievements.
With that, my treatment was completed, to almost justify the reason for my being there other than for training, development and sex, but that is increasingly becoming the first reason, rather than the second.
I never was fucked at the appointment despite bending over to give the signal to enter me but he will decide when and whether he fucks me or not and what he will do with me. I merely present myself.
A need for a body wax at my next appointment will, through the extent of time since the last one, be a priority if I am to be as smooth bodied as possible for both me and him.
That is unless sex is the priority in that given moment and if I continue to get the taste and know my place.