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I have enjoyed two sessions at the salon in quick succession to ensure that I am completely body waxed smooth – a point in my life at which I am the absolute most contented, and, even though that state doesn’t last very long, as hair growth pushes back through again, I have, admittedly, over the last few weeks, noted a slow down in growth on certain parts of my body, which I hope remains the case.
Last week, I was available for use as sub to my self-described male mentor, in between periods of waxing, servicing his cock over a sustained period, him having to keep himself fully aware of agreed ‘safe words’ along the way because of my ever more intense cum and cock hungry nature.
Having reached a point historically whereby he was, I’m sure, booking more time for appointments, and at key parts of the day where play and sex could be more prominent, and more time was available without being disturbed, it has now reached a point where he is stating quite clearly that he is doing that because of the nature of the service that his protege gives him. This man has, with my fullest consent, trained his product up, brought out its inner sexuality, its true desires, its abilities, its darkest secrets and helped it smash through barrier, after barrier, after barrier.
Sex is becoming ever more intense, closer, more erotic, more protracted, more overt, more sexual, more intimate, deeper, for longer, more lustful, more craved, with more hunger and I continue to open up when naked in his company.
The latest appointment saw me do the usual. It has long since NOT been the case where I will simply undress and stretch out on the treatment table for waxing to commence. Although this is what will ultimately happen, I will, instead, stand, ready. Sex is now the focus, waxing is a necessary distraction.
My body is naturally checked as to what needs doing, but this has moved from being a necessity for that reason alone, to instantly getting to grips with his ever more willing, naked and available sub.
Nevertheless, I had ultimately stretched out for him to begin working on, the need to wax my legs requiring me to open them, my limp, but now eternally smooth cock and my recently smoothed bum and hole spotlighted in plain view. Like a teasing slut, I determined that I would let him move my legs into a straight position in the event he needed to do so before quickly returning them to the open position as soon as possible. Again, as he worked, he whispered words of approval as to how good the imagery looked from his stand point, my hands behind my head so that he could wax underarms too as he worked , the more my body was waxed smooth, the more openly submissive I became.
His body would occasionally need to be pushed up against me as he reached over the treatment table, and, once I’d moved my arms to the side of my body, was able to feel his hardening cock as I continued to tease him with my provocative body positioning, beginning to more intently rub his crotch.
He continued to work on removing the last vestiges of hair on my body at this time, applying cream and lubricating his subject up, hands passing across my upper torso, across my nipples, my ever more smooth state increasing my state of overall arousal and submission, grazing his hands between my legs, across my hole and perineum. He said that, professionally, he should be seeking consent in such a situation but I said I was there to be used, and that he could help himself as was the unspoken understanding.
He then asked me to flip over on to my front to wax the back of my legs. He had, again, somehow, removed his trousers and this time, his underwear, not through the Summer heat, because of the sexual heat which was beginning to simmer in the room. Up on my elbows, I was scanning my outer range of vision to my side, looking for signs of his erect cock under his T-shirt and any naked flesh. Waxing was complete. Cream was to be applied. I seductively gave my smooth waxed bum the odd wiggle and eventually rose up on to all fours, but head down to kiss and suck the tip of his cock which was pointing up at me. His cock tip was teeming with wet, glistening, sweet tasting pre-cum and, as a result, I lost focus on how he was using me otherwise as his cock came ever further into focus. I was so very hungry for his cock.
Soon, I had laid down on my side and gorged on his length, up and down, slow, steady movements, deep throating on regular occasions, pulling back his foreskin to kiss and suck his frenulum, tonguing his pre-cum soaked slit, one hand reaching around to grab a smooth bum cheek, the other, cupping and gently playing with his balls, seeking to make and occasionally making eye contact with him, on the moments when his head was not rolled back in pleasure. He was occasionally reaching down to masturbate my flaccid cock, or reach around to finger fuck my hole, me scissoring my free leg open every now again, completely submissive, completely open, completely there to be used, his fingers loudly patting my hole from time to time to open me up further.
My cock service was unrelenting, my hunger to suck it, insatiable. His pleasure was evident as he relished being served so determinedly, so continuously. I remember him saying that he must get some more cocks for me and I hungrily muttered a response of approval as I worked.
Aware of the need to finish off select parts of my waxing treatment, he did something else that he’d never done before – standing me up to wax the top of my chest, me pinned up against the side of the treatment table. With the task in hand done, he applied some cream before drawing in close, my body being his to use as he saw fit, or how it was offered to him. We were intimately close, our bodies almost entwined, on the cusp of a passionate kiss, yet my head was dropped low to watch him use me, nipples firmly tweaked and body caressed. Without word, after one of my hands had been gripping and gently playing with his cock, he beckoned me to frot us both, which I duly did so for a minute or two.
Sex between us was getting more intense than it had ever done before, lust completely enveloping us both, me there to be used, to serve. I lifted his T-shirt and began playing with his nipples whilst I was still pinned, standing, to the side of the treatment table.
My mind seemed hell-bent on turning around, yet I seemed to hesitate for a minute or two. But. ultimately, this was something that I was going to do and I slowly, seductively, and anticipatedly turned around to bend over the treatment table. I was eager, willing and there to be fucked and he was unable to resist after I had seemingly pressed all of his buttons. His cock was like a moth to a flame and having added copious amounts of any cream he could reach on the stand to his side, he positioned himself and took me from behind.
In my recent home play session where I had ruined from anal from a 6″ dildo for the first time, I had resorted to chastisement, calling myself a number of ‘names’. With the hustle and bustle of the rest of the business outside the treatment room, I breathily and quietly implored him to “Fuck me“, and that I just needed fucking.
He fucked me, everything played out in the full length mirror in front of us, his hands on my hips, his body thrusting again and again in and out of my willing, wet hole, me backing onto his cock with every thrust, feeling his length open me up over and over again. My carnal lust was overflowing, a fuck slut in total submission, being pounded, again and again. I uttered the phrases “cock slut” and “cum slut” as I had done in my first ever private ruin session at home a few weeks previously and that I just needed to fucked but whilst he seemed to partially object to the dirty talk, and uttered something or other than I didn’t get in my fuck slut haze, he wasn’t deterred and continued to fuck me rapidly.
After a short while, he withdrew for a moment, paused, reapplied some more lubrication, and guided himself back into me again before resuming pounding his property, his hole, his bottom, his toy, yet to be probed by other cocks, but soon, it seemed, very much for it at his behest. Again and again, he drove in and out of me, all the time, me as the fuck slut bottom watching in the mirror working with every thrust, and simply insatiably taking it until he had to pull out again, this time, having come the closest ever to filling me with his load, and telling me he had been very close, something that had not happened to date.
Somewhat flippantly, and without any real clarity, as I turned around, I said that “it” had to happen at some point, but what I meant was, more generally, i.e., that someone would have to start filling me with their load at some point, but there was no time for clarity to be asserted. In my mind, I reached out briefly to my darkest fantasy to be repeatedly filled, both ends, with load after load from alpha cocks.
My mind was still hungry for semen, but also for serving his cock but this lust-infused session showed no signs of slowing. He perched on the edge of the treatment table with his legs spread. Without hesitation, I went ass to mouth on his cock, the taste of the oils and creams instantly picked up in my mouth as I went back down on him, kneeling on the floor before him, cock being sucked, eye contact being made, again, when his head was not rolling back with pleasure. Again, every possible method was applied to service his cock, and after a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth and began masturbating.
I momentarily licked his cock tip as he worked and hungrily hung my open mouth below it, whispering, almost pleading to him not to miss and to shoot his load straight down my throat. Then, clearly about to cum, he appealed to me to suck him slowly. Naturally, I complied. Within a few seconds, his creamy load poured into my mouth as I continued to work up and down his shaft, remembering, this time, to pool his semen within, holding it, savouring the texture and flavour, but I did feel a quantity of his heavy load slip down my throat whilst I held the rest of the contents as they continued to empty from his ejaculating cock, before I finally and very satisfactorily swallowed the lot down into the pit of my stomach. Then, came the breathily uttered, and recognised safe word – he was, again, totally spent yet I had demonstrated a hunger for more where there was little more to be found.
Naturally though, I withdrew, but not before licking the last remnants of his load from his cock tip.
Still entirely full of cum hungry lust and sex craved, I told him how much of a “fucking hot and tasty load” it was, the almost gritted teethed insatiably filthy whisper, clearly demonstrating how much I had enjoyed it, before slipping down to sit on the floor, my legs folded beneath me. I was still in a cum and fuck fuelled haze and began masturbating my mostly flaccid cock until I came heavily into a cupped hand, only a small amount falling away between my folded legs beneath.
I was aware that he was tearing up the paper sheet from the treatment table and using it to clean himself up. As I came, I was aware of him standing very tight up, close behind me, lovingly helping and nurturing his sub to climax, stroking my head with a hand and pulling my head back to his legs as he towered dominantly above me, whilst acknowledging with delight how heavy my load had been.
But at the same time, I felt that he was also preparing to pass me some shredded paper towel to blot up the load that had spilled into my hand but I was having none of it, and instantly brought the cupped hand to mouth and swallowed a second load, the only drop cleaned up otherwise with the paper towel being the one that had dropped to the floor between my legs.
The carnal lust-fuelled haze seemed to lift from me fairly swiftly after that, but not before he told me, again, that there was money to be had in my cock sucking skills and that, although he had experienced a number of blow jobs, none came close to those I perform on him.
He continued to revel in the service he had been given. I smugly apologised for having to send him home to his partner in such a drained state.
For a minute or two, as some minor clean ups continued, I modestly rebuffed his high praise stating that, I had no other cock sucking experience, only that of sucking his cock for the last five years, and that, whilst I am well read as a person and tend to soak up certain information like a sponge, what I was doing was simply just what I was doing. He continued to offer what he clearly felt was due praise, then left me to dress and join him at reception, slightly unsteady on his feet, of slightly more years than my own having had need for the safe word.
I was soon dressed whilst reveling, smugly, in what had just happened, proud that my hole was freshly fucked, and with the taste of two loads of semen nestling in my stomach and lingering in my mouth and throat, yet, somehow, I just still wanted more, without rationalising either how or when.
Joining him at the reception desk outside, he remained unsteady from being serviced. We had certainly got to the bottom of things, and, booking appointments ahead, he made sure that there would be plenty of time for those sessions to get to the bottom of things again, next time around.
All of that, and he STILL doesn’t know about my lingerie crossdressing and chastity – more revelations for another time.