Sole purpose

NSFW

As ever, the days were being counted until my next visit to the salon. Optimistically, I want to say that, after many years of treatment, hair growth is seemingly really slowing down now and every appointment seems to acknowledge that and there is usually a slight struggle to work out what needs doing and whether pushing the removal will encourage rather than discourage growth patterns.

My last salon trip was, I’ll admit, arranged out of convenience so that I could meet and service a new cock, one that had been talked about for some time between us, that had been told about me and had subsequently expressed an interest in taking advantage of my apparently very good cock sucking skills.

However, I was prepared for what was perceived to be the usual pattern – broadly to go for the appointment, get waxed as applicable but still service a cock or two, either my regular or at least one brought in for me.

For this, I would be in the familiar position of being naked, stretched out on the treatment table and prepared by him to use and/or for use per se. In fact, given that I knew I would be serving a new cock, I had already decided that when it entered the room, I would subserviently be knelt on the floor, near the full length mirror, in my place, at the right level and where eye contact was not part of any arrangement.

On arrival at the salon, all was quiet, no one was around. The door chime signalled my arrival into reception. Within a few seconds, he emerged from the treatment room itself. I uttered some sort of pleasantry which frankly didn’t matter. He quickly said “We’re ready for you”.

This was unfamiliar territory. I wasn’t familiar with being brought into a situation. I WAS used to being the situation, having already stripped naked and having stretched out on the treatment table or being stood ready for inspection and subsequent use and those coming in to use the sub and stripping off to do so.

On entry, I was met with the site of the new aroused cock stretched out on the treatment table, in some state of preparation and readiness. Still processing the unfamiliar territory and scene in front of me, I heard some words from my regular cock and mentor which seemed to be of some sort of options.

I fairly swiftly undressed fully, but placed my clothes on a chair. My place there had already long been set – that being to service him orally. Whilst I undressed, I noted that my regular cock and mentor was bending over to briefly suck them.

In the day or so before, I had seen a 10 minute video online of a woman beginning service on a cock and took a particular mental note of the methods she had applied, rather than simply plunging up and down the shaft.

There might have been a brief exchange of pleasantries and greetings but I had soon bent over to begin applying those practices, gently licking his recently waxed balls despite being told that they might taste of what had been applied. Those methods of kissing, licking and sucking were clearly being watched by my mentor.

The new cock made approving sounds and said that what I was doing felt good. I knew that he had been pre-sold my apparent abilities. As my focus continued on the prepared new cock, I was conscious that my mentor, in a standing position on the other side of the treatment table, was lovingly caressing my back, his hard and thick cock protruding out of my eye line but remarked upon by the outstretched cock as to how warm it was. This, I would soon discover for myself.

After a few minutes, the new cock was offered the option to be serviced in a standing position with me sat in the chair on which my clothes had been hurriedly laid a few minutes before.

Ever the submissive, I simply complied with what had been proposed and assumed the position, placing my clothes on the floor, and sitting whilst the two cocks closed in around me, both able to take advantage of the imagery below them and that of the reflection in the full length mirror which was to my immediate right.

My job was to service the cocks before me, the bodies towering above. I was slightly aware that my mentor was playing with the other cock’s body, bum cheeks, hole and balls.

As I continued orally servicing this new cock, I reached up to his nipples and played with them when my right hand wasn’t cupping his balls. My left hand was gripped around my mentor’s much harder, thicker and warmer cock. I knew I was predominantly there to service the new cock but didn’t neglect either of those available to me, taking turns, the new cock, cooler, softer, narrower, spending time up and down each shaft or alternating sucks every few seconds or so, the size, firmness and temperature varying.

Every now and again, the new cock would leak pre-cum or get close to cumming and express a wish to break off for a minute or two to recover. Sometimes, I would suck, other times, they would use my mouth as a cock sleeve, thrusting in and out whilst my tongue and mouth worked it.

All of the time though, there were gasps and words of pleasure at my service, saying how good it felt. When I wasn’t servicing or holding my mentor’s comparatively more impressive manhood, he was ever more eagerly masturbating it and getting close and reaching down to lovingly and encouragingly caress and stroke my back and stroke the short hair on my head. I wasn’t totally sure but I think my mentor was vigorously fingering the other cock’s hole. I remember concluding this whilstreaching around to feel his waxed bum cheeks.

Together, they exchanged the view that they could continue with things as they were all day, moaning with pleasure in between. My mentor praised the new cock for lasting so long having previously told me in private that he was prone to premature ejaculation.

At one point, my mentor led with further options for his project’s use by telling him that “He likes to be fucked if you wanted”. This was met by a seemingly fascinated murmur but it went no further. I didn’t mind.

Whilst I was cock watching, the new cock seemed to be regularly clock watching but also reasoned on more than one occasion that they still had a few more minutes or could find them.

Kissing and nuzzling his cock, licking and teasing, I held his cooler, more slender shaft and slapped it on my left cheek as I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on it, again, much to his pleasure. After a few minutes, I swapped over to the other before returning to work both shafts.

Still, I was being treated to pre-cum from both cocks which I hungrily and gratefully consumed, mumuring with my mouth full to acknowledge the taste and texture of alpha nectar I was being fed. All of the time, they were acknowledging the view in the mirror and saying how good it looked.

After a quite a few minutes, the new cock said he was getting close to cumming having been almost continuously extolling the pleasure he was getting and how good my cock sucking skills apparently were. My regular cock and mentor (who seemed ever more eager to cum however and wherever) was speaking to him about me but not to me, the beta sub, and encouraged him to “cum down his throat as he will swallow”.

Moments later, he came, prolonged and heavily into my mouth which I could feel continuing to fill. I remained fully attached to collect every – single – drop. He seemed to withdraw when he was ready to do so and I was merely remaining in service until then.

I held the load in my mouth, opening it wide like a proper cum slut to show the two what I had taken from the new cock.

When I swallowed, I realised just how heavy and thick the load was, the sheer volume seeming to fill every inch of my throat as it went down. I relished it and told him how good it was.

Load number two from my regular cock wasn’t long behind. His thicker, harder and warmer, very much edged cock opened my eager mouth further as I went in search of more cum to hungrily swallow. Again, a heavy, creamy, thick and worked load emptied into my mouth and was held there before being shown to them both then dutifully, hungrily and gratefully swallowed.

I then somewhat proudly said: “I’m a bit of a cum slut these days I’m afraid”. [Although quite what I was afraid of, despite this being a turn of phrase, I don’t know].

This was referenced in reply by my regular cock who then immediately emphasised his need to have a safe word ready for him to employ due to his sub’s hunger for cock and cum.

Whilst the new cock backed away and began to dress, my mentor also covered up but stood proudly over his protege as I sat in a cum fuelled haze, beginning to play with my flaccid tiny cock as their small talk ensued punctuated by his suggestion that I was such a very good cock sucker but straight and married with it. I modestly rebuffed the praise as I had done before inwardly declaring my bisexuality these days.

“Does he cum too?” the new cock enquired. “He does and he will swallow it as well” came the reply as they continued to talk about me but not to me, the cum slut sub.

I seemed to have been holding off on cumming until I was told to do so and acknowledged this as an instruction.

Still sitting, legs spread, I came heavily and plentifully into a cupped hand, determined to catch every drop but the convulsions of orgasm did see some drops fall to the floor and possibly over the leading edge of the chair on which I felt sure already lay cum stains of old.

I swallowed a third load in as many minutes and continued to sit there feeding off my endlessly leaking cock tip for minutes upon end whilst the two began chattering about sexuality and the gender spectrum, them fully clothed, and juxtaposed by my nakedness and vulnerability. I was remaining naked partially to expect to then receive my body waxing treatment.

Eventually, I had finished consuming every available drop of semen but as I did so, it was concluded that there was neither time nor need for any waxing. The cock introduced for the day offered his grateful thanks which I politely reciprocated as he left the room and was let off the premises.

My regular cock and mentor had soon breezed back in to the room, declaring “You just keep getting better!” adding that I had done very well. Having begun to dress, I modestly and humbly rebuffed the praise stating that “I just do what I do”. He replied stating that he would have to find some more cocks for me. Inside, I brimmed with excitement and three loads of fresh, warm and tasty semen.

Having already acknowledged the existence of a booking for the next appointment, he asked me if I was still enjoying the taste of cum in my mouth. I murmured contentedly by reply having met my sole purpose.

Played out before my very eyes

I was yet again counting the days, then hours, then minutes to the next salon trip for my slim sub body to be rid once more of abhorrent hair growth.

My life seems to pivot around those appointments as it is very much a case of ‘me’ time, or more likely the case these days, ‘time for him to have me’ time.

I was ready for him, but it turned out that he was very much ready for me.

I stripped and briefly contemplated assuming the laid down position on the treatment table because of need, but also because he had previously said that we should leave sex until after I have been waxed.

I internally rationalised that I would much rather be a smooth sub for him but it was too late. My naked standing body was in plain sight as he came into the room and he soon set about feeling and using my body as he wished, stating clearly that he knew I was ‘ready’ for play first and foremost if I was standing for him.

Of course I was ready. I offered my body to him by merely standing there, slightly pivoting in front of him and offering him my backside. He took the opportunity to dry hump me adding that he had very much been looking forward to the appointment together.

He couldn’t wait for my mouth to envelope his cock and beckoned me to get his cock out but he would wait for that moment when I began sucking him.

I had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Underneath were a sexy pair of red undies – of a type he’d never worn before – definitely not run of the mill stuff he’d worn before. I hummed a note of massive approval and uttered the word “Sexy!”. Had he dressed in these just for me? He seemed to murmur something back suggesting that he had indeed done just that. I briefly wrestled with the tight elastic to bring them down allowing his cock to spring to attention.

He drew in close as I assumed the title he had bestowed on me some years back – a power bottom – and I began frotting the two cocks together. He verbally expressed approval adding that it felt nice.

As I worked, I remember him tweaking my nipples, caressing my body and moving in tightly in an embrace to kiss the neck of his sub, as if he was somehow falling in lust or love with it and growing ever more intimate despite him and me being married to others. I returned the embrace – nuzzling into him.

I then drew away and seemed hell bent on merely bending over the treatment table to be penetrated. He moved in behind me and slotted his stiffened shaft between my legs.

Acknowledging the full length mirror on the other side of the room, I suggested that we took the action round there. He followed, his hardened cock almost pointing the way.

I made sure that I was in prime position for everything to be seen in the mirror by us both and bent over again.

As I got into position, bent over, ready to be fed cock, I acknowledged his haste yet struggle to get his jeans and undies completely off but over trainers which remained on. But he needed to do it and he didn’t take too much time – his mind probably completely focused on the willing sub bottom which was bent over ready and almost served to him on a plate. If he had any hesitation at all that he was going to fuck me, it was only momentary.

I seemed momentarily distracted by how, in the reflection of the mirror, I perceived my belly (really just my stomach stuffed inside my slim body) might have been hanging over the treatment table. He used the opportunity to reach over for some cream to lubricate my hole. I had already offered myself to him and was eagerly waiting.

It seemed that I just wanted to be fucked and he was simply going to have me as a result given the slutty and brazen way that I had offered myself. Everything was being played out in front of me in that full length mirror.

I revelled in the moment as he entered me in the usual position he’d had me before – from behind – that he was doing this bareback and that I really wanted to be pounded. The mirror told me that he was going to do just that.

At that point, my own cock didn’t matter – it was as if it wasn’t there. I was completely unaware of its state but it was probably limp and lifeless. I was definitely not aware that it was in any way hard. It was probably just hanging (if my tiny cock is able to hang) there and more suited for its regular place in chastity – something he does not know about me. Perhaps as a developing sub, I should go to the next appointment locked up but with the key. He would need me unlocked at some point to wax me anyway.

Anyway, I digress. I lustfully said that it was about time he fucked me again and that I clearly needed to be fucked. I watched in the mirror as his hands held my hips for leverage and felt his stiff cock push deep inside my willing hole again and again, back and forth, in and out as my body rocked. I could feel him inside me and wanted more. I was just insatiable and was ready for some endless fucking.

Briefly he withdrew as my mind began to work towards accepting taking a first ever load inside me and stuff the consequences.

He was on the same sort of wavelength as me but had then seemed to determine that he would take me again. He duly did so and pumped me hard again. I asked him breathily, sluttily and lustfully if I was nice and tight for him. He seemed to revel in the way the question was delivered.

This was whilst I was acting somewhat solely as a bottom slut – a hole to be bred – a cum dump, and in my mind, I was becoming more than ready to be filled for the first time as most if not all rational thoughts remained consigned to the back of my mind.

As it turned out, he had reasserted the control as the ‘top’ and having said I was making him want to cum inside me, rationalised that this was not what was wanted by either of us. He withdrew but not before I told him that I could take any amount of being anally fucked.

I had accepted his rationale for pulling out as I emerged from the fuck toy fuelled haze and was soon kneeling to take his cock in my mouth as everything continued to be played out in front of me in the mirror. I acknowledged that he was also watching and enjoying what was going off in the reflection.

I could see my naked body clear as day, his cock firmly in my mouth, lips clamped tightly around it, up and down, my eyes fixed on the reflection before me. That really was me – the naked bottom slut – sucking a cock – validation – not that it was needed – that I now regularly sucked that very same cock, that I loved it and was increasingly insatiable for it and that he was increasingly insatiable and forever looking forward for it to be sucked by me.

I serviced his cock in every way possible, raiding my imagination for methods, licking, kissing, sucking, tasting, ready to recieve.

Occasionally he would bend down to lustfully and vigourously finger my lubricated and freshly fucked hole and as he reached down, his cock would leave my hungry mouth and briefly disappear from view before soon returning for more as he got back up again, eager for his sub – much praised for its cock sucking abilities despite being untrained- to take him in once more.

Relishing the explicit mirror imagery, I said that I would love to take a photograph of his cock, planted deeply in my willing mouth – a shot – were it allowed – that I would treasure. He murmured something in reply to the suggestion which seemed to be part acceptance, part reluctance. Either way, I was in no mood to break away from his cock – it was mine to devour.

The sub had left the power element aside by this point and I was told to take a seat with my legs spread and resume the servicing of his cock. My hands gripped his shaft, reached round to clench his bum cheeks, reached under to cup his balls or massage his perineum as the quest for his jettisoned load continued.

He occasionally reached down to pump my slightly hardened but generally flaccid and submissive cock.

His pre-cum began to seep and I murmured approval uttering the words “pre-cum!” with an acknowledgement of the sweet taste of surprise on my tongue.

He lustfully expressed a wish to know what it tasted like and quickly bent down to French kiss me – something that had never happened before. The briefest of moments of questioning whether this was right or not were erased by a rather awkward but potentally barrier breaking connection – not so much a kiss as a result because of my surprised response – but more so a connection of tongues.

Somewhere within, there had been a feint urge to kiss him deeply and allow our lips to connect but the awkward moment soon passed by anyway and I resumed sucking him.

He continued to lead and broke away to stretch out on the treatment table. I moved around the other side – out of mirror range – before accelerating the cock service, kissing and sucking his frenulum, plunging up and down, cupping his balls and reaching around to grab a bum cheek.

Whilst I worked, he strained to reach the trolley for more cream to lube me up and finger fuck me. He would also break away to pump my hardened cock. I didn’t really want him to make me cum, as he knows how it can trigger a less favourable response. I pulled away from his cock and cupped a hand to cum into, ready for immediate consumption.

Instead, he urged me to cum on his cock and suck it off. I was then on the way down post orgasm but my cum had flown everywhere, across and down his cock and across his thighs. I plunged down once more but with a degree of hesitation which he seemed to sense and had soon started bringing himself off by hand.

He collected my stray hand and guided it to his balls. I began pressing his perineum and cupping and lightly patting his balls until he satisfactorily began moaning and came heavily, his body convulsing. I was going through post coital motions, obliging myself to help him reach his finish.

Two huge loads of warm creamy semen had gone everywhere and, as his body had convulsed, his right hand thigh, soaked in my creamy cum had hit my forehead covering me as a result.

We satisfactorily laughed and reveled as the post orgasm haze lifted for us both. Of older years than me – and I am no spring chicken – he was very visibly exhausted. I acknowledged this by mentioning that he had never uttered the previously agreed safe word even though I couldn’t remember what it was. If was eventually confirmed for future reference.

The clean up began before the partial body waxing began. Afterwards, he left, I dressed, left the room and a further waxing appointment was booked to take place soon. I was already looking forward to it and smugly knew it wouldn’t be long before I would allow things to play out again.

Being fucked again is at the forefront of my mind for that return, claiming his cock in my tight hole as my prize for being a cock serving slut. Swallowing his load and then mine are the next in line in that plan.

But the route towards allowing him to cum safely inside me was plotted in the hours and days afterwards.

I have since vowed to take a condom in with me for the next appointment, I hope, being able to allow his load to power within me and see how it feels, anticipating a sudden feeling of a wash of warmth, but only for the cock to be withdrawn, the condom to be quickly removed, upended and emptied down my throat like the cock sucking bottom slut I seem to be becoming despite all the risks.

Condom load first, then perhaps a bareback load at some point down the line second – not necessarily from his cock but from one arranged for me by him but with that much favoured mirror playing it all out before me.

Oh, and can I have that cock sucking selfie please?