Sole purpose

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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.

If you want it, it’s there.

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There was something quite definite about the next salon appointment. A while back, circumstances might have meant that only the business of the day – waxing – was to take place but that hasn’t been the case for some time now. Each time, his cock is serviced as payment for body waxing, each time, his load is ultimately swallowed.

But as of late 2023, promises of bringing in other cocks when circumstances aligned finally came to fruition and, since then, the aim to bring more cocks in has advanced, talk of doing so has become more regular, and his aim to ensure it happens has become more of focus, appointments strategically scheduled at a point at which the logistics for opportunities are more assured and less or not at all opportunistic.

It was therefore with great excitement that I looked forward to my most recent appointment which was completed the other day. I knew that the same cocks I had met in the previous November were returning and in the appointment slot straight after me. I was practically salivating at the prospects, my vivid imagination running in overdrive.

Having arrived early once more, after a few minutes of waiting in reception, I was ushered into the warm and familiar surroundings of the treatment room, a hand assuringly grazing an arm of my coat as I entered, being left alone to strip off.

After a few minutes of being at one with my raging thoughts, he came in and instantly applied himself to assessing what areas of my body needed waxing. I quickly and assertively replied: “Everything!”.

With a quietly whispered indication of what was to come, it was determined that I would get on my front and get my back and bum waxed, even though the growth was only on the cusp of being ready to be removed.

The conversation was overtly sexual – running through the possibilities, not only from the cocks that were coming in, but the developments regarding a very well endowed man who had been consulted over being serviced by me, the only barrier being of finding the right opportunity. My mind went into overdrive thinking about the size of the biggest cock ever serviced but knew that was for another day. He said he was doing his best for me.

As I lay stretched out on my front, I knew there would be a time that he would ask me to get up on all fours for my bum to be intimately waxed. Anticipating that one cock may well end up fucking me, he ensured that the right treatment was applied to my seemingly appreciated behind.

He was expecting the two cocks to arrive and left me for a few minutes, asking me to maintain the position on all fours, whilst he checked the situation outside the treatment room. Whilst alone, I glanced in the mirror, my only view being of my raised and waxed smooth behind and my lower legs.

He returned and began gently caressing the curves of my bum cheeks as I watched, in the reflection, moving in from time to time to gently tease my hole and crack, cock, balls and perineum.

After a while, he determined that there was time for him to begin being serviced. He undid his trousers and slid them down followed by his undies and had soon slotted his hard and very wet cock into my warm and willing mouth. Hungry for cock per se, I once again devoured him, deep throating, tonguing, licking, sucking, swallowing any pre-cum, sucking his balls, and when attached, gently bobbing back and forth, one hand cupping his balls, the other reaching round to clench and feel a bum cheek.

I was merely happy to service him but he was keeping one ear out for the salon door chime ringing, anticipating the arrival of the cocks that may well be joining us soon.

Whether or not they would indeed be joining us though was by no means assumed nor assured. They were also due to be waxed and our last group sex session also resulted in me being waxed, but not them. It was their choice on arrival then as to what happened on this occasion.

When the door chime rang, he promptly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me laid out on the top of the treatment table, essentially just a cock sleeve left ready for being picked up again at will. As he left the room, he was forcing himself back into his undies and jeans.

Laid on my side, alone, my backside having been oiled up already, I looked back in the mirror and played with my own bum crack and hole in the same way he had been doing, before contentedly rolling on to my back, essentially preparing to be imminently used.

Outside, he had invited them, if they wanted, to enter the treatment room whenever they wished and indulge – essentially telling them that if they wanted it, it was there.

He left them outside in reception to return to my side, explaining the options he had given them, i.e., to use me and have me or to decide waxing was more important. He had told them what he would be doing, i.e., that if they elected to join us, they would find he was being sucked by me.

He had quickly uncovered, released and reinserted his cock back into my mouth allowing me to resume servicing him, but I was excitedly anticipating the opening of the door behind me and of them coming in as expected. I was simply there for the taking.

After what must have been a couple of minutes, I heard the door open and in they came, behind me, out of sight.

I was merely attentively continuing to suck my regular cock whilst conscious that they were getting undressed behind me. I wasn’t really conscious of them as people, just that they were cocks that needed servicing. As they undressed, they were idly chit chatting and casually laughing between themselves. I heard things but I wasn’t listening to what they were as I continued to work on the cock inside my mouth, laid on my side on the treatment table.

Ever the sub, I wasn’t leading. I wasn’t making decisions as to what happened to me, how and when. It was only after quite a few more minutes of being serviced that he invited one of the cocks to come around to be sucked.

It didn’t matter which one it was. I made no eye contact above crotch level. My eyes were solely on the hardening cock which approached and entered my eye line. I already had an idea of what I wanted to do to take it and hopped off the treatment table to kneel before it. There was some general commentary as it happened and a hint of surprise in their voices.

Taking it in my mouth, I was acutely conscious of its cool temperature from having been outside in the winter chill. It quickly hardened and warmed in my already worked and ready mouth though.

I overheard a comment from one of the cocks as to how warm my mentor’s cock was. He replied to confirm that it had been very much being serviced by me to get to that state.

My mind was playing back imagery seen in videos on line – the cock sucker kneeling on the floor, hard cocks standing all around – the term being “snake pitting” I believe – and focused on making this fantasy a reality.

As I began servicing cock number two, one hand cupping his balls, I reached up with the other to grab my regular cock and play with it. I was aware that the third cock was standing behind me but wasn’t aware of what it was doing.

My mentor, my regular cock, was then heard to talk about and not to me, praising how well I sucked cock for a what was declared as a straight man. There were murmurs and words of agreement but they were largely lost to me.

As I continued servicing the second cock in my mouth, the first of the two to have joined us, I said to myself that I was actually not straight but bisexual. It mattered little because I was doing what I seemed to be made for – sucking cock.

The cock I was servicing was merely standing there whilst the slut knelt beneath doing its thing. This must have gone on for quite a few minutes.

Eventually though, my mentor decided to switch things up and invited me to get to my feet and allow one of the cocks to fuck me. I didn’t need a second time of asking and quickly stood up and bent over the treatment table facing the full length mirror.

The first of the two other cocks, the one I had been most recently servicing, remained behind me, whilst the other I was yet to begin work on went around the side where my head now was.

Quietly, he slotted into my cock hungry mouth as my third cock of the day. Behind me, my mentor was helping the first of the two cocks to lube me up and take me. 

There was a momentary struggle as physiology and body position was not conducive to penetration, but with a little help, he entered me bareback and started thrusting to begin the spitroast. The power of the thrusts shunted me and the treatment table across the laminate floor causing the need for constant readjustment.

Admittedly, it wasn’t easy for him and after re-entering me again, I adjusted my position to be as accommodating as possible, keen to be soundly fucked, and with distant thoughts of perhaps being finally bred.

Again, the struggle to fuck a 6ft tall sub with long legs seemed tricky for them. I did my best to help and lowered my bum, or raised a leg onto the treatment table and then offered to get on all fours on the floor, saying “Doggy?” as if any kind of clarity was needed. Sadly, being fucked was disappointingly brief. One of the two cocks would fuck me, the one that did, briefly, but the other one would not do that at all – I had previously been informed of that.

My mentor offered assurance that the issues in being able to successfully and soundly fuck the available sub slut were not a problem and suggested that cock number three, the second of the other two, hadn’t been sucked much so directed me to continue servicing it. I knelt down and began doing just that.

[In retrospect, I have since considered that I could have asked the cock that was fucking me to sit on the treatment table edge and for me to sit down upon him and bounce or be thrusted into – hindsight really is a wonderful thing!]

The session then turned into group sex rather than use of the available sub. My second cock, the cock that had just fucked me, was kneeling down at the feet of my mentor and very loudly slurping his cock whilst I was very quietly servicing the other.

I was slightly taken aback but not distracted by how loud the slurping was but was suddenly hit by a pang of jealousy even though I knew that others sucked my regular cock too. He had been invited to get naked, something I had never seen him do before but for which circumstances allowed. As I continued servicing the cock in my mouth, I looked up at my mentor as he was being sucked, perhaps seeking an approving look. He made eye contact and moaned with pleasure.

A few minutes later, and with the resumption of slurping behind me, I was still hungry to be fucked, and still servicing the other cock. With positions changed, I began seductively wiggling my smooth bum as a way of distraction. My mentor picked up on this and drew the attention of it to the other cocks. Suddenly, the focus had returned to using the kneeling sub slut.

I began alternating between my mentor’s cock and the cock I had been most recently servicing, alternate sucks and at one point, with both in my mouth at the same time before returning to just one.

The behaviour of the kneeling bottom wiggling slut led to the cock that had fucked me getting to the floor behind me and soundly fingering my hole whilst I continued servicing his friend.

“Make him cum!” I was urged by my mentor, still leading and controlling the activity. He began masturbating the shaft of the cock in my mouth whilst I sucked the tip of it. I seemed to lack the ability to bring him off as instructed and upped the ante of my cock sucking methods. Either that, or it was just that he was struggling, of senior years to me, to finish.

I pulled off and hung my mouth open off and slightly under his cock tip as he began masturbating to bring himself off into the waiting slut’s mouth.

Behind me, clearly stimulated by the slut’s position and behaviour, the cock that had been fingering and earlier, fucking me, got up and began fiercely, lustfully and ever more noisily masturbating standing above but behind me. A cum slut knows when it is time to collect a load by these noises and I very quickly pulled off the cock I had been servicing and turned to quickly attach as the masturbated cock began to cum. I was quick, but not quick enough and was starting to be covered in hot semen. Suddenly, all three cocks were cumming together, cum flying everywhere, me quickly drinking from the taps, collecting as much as I could in my mouth from each cock as they continued to unload over me and into my mouth. I was increasingly delighted with being cum covered for the first time, three loads either being collected and swallowed or having hit my shoulders, face, chest or crossed legs. These really were the actions of an ever developing, ever more hungry cum slut and I was celebrating being one.

My mentor congratulated his fellow standing cocks for the fact that they had all cum together at the same time. All three were standing above me, cleaning themselves up as I remained in a submissive floor sitting cum slut haze.

I was kindly offered some paper towel to clean the cum off my body. I politely declined. I was too busy constantly wiping three loads of sprayed cum from my face, chest, neck, legs and anywhere else where I could find it on my body, constantly finding more and bringing it to mouth, all the time scanning to ensure not a drop of their loads had hit the floor and had been therefore wasted. I was not disappointed. I had either already swallowed or was covered in every drop of their semen.

General chit chat ensued around me as I completed my cum collection and stood up. They had already begun dressing, ready to leave. Still naked, I lustfully and hornily stated I was still hungry for cum and began masturbating my largely limp and submissive cock. “He likes his cum!” my mentor extolled as my still overtly sexual actions now seemed in stark contrast to what was happening around me. A creamy thick load poured out and pooled into a cupped hand and was soon brought to mouth as a fourth and final load was swallowed. I could so easily have had more were it available – only it wasn’t – more was the pity.

With the slut’s haze having finally lifted, my attention fell to the chit chat in the room. I once again profusely apologised that they had gone without their waxing yet I had received my treatment before their arrival. It didn’t seem to matter given the priority given to them to be quickly booked back in.

The three senior cocks joked amongst themselves that they were “… getting too old for this” before everyone left the room, gratefully thanking me on the way, me thanking them in reply, leaving me to dress alone before I also left and joined them in reception. They were the last communal words spoken that day.

My perception was that we seemed slightly at odds at that point – clothing and apparent normality almost a barrier to acknowledgement of what had just happened behind the closed door of the treatment room – the inner sanctum if you like. My mentor spoke with them, but separately with me, to confirm future appointments. The two other cocks left the premises slightly ahead of me, allowing me, the cock slut, the cum slut, a few seconds with my mentor, to reflect on the last hour and reason that the next appointment, whilst feeling a long way in the future, was really not that far away at all.

We embraced and said farewell and I made my way home, staying discreetly behind and at distance from the other two gentlemen that I still couldn’t really say I knew to look at, because my place had been as a cum slut, at their feet and to collect the total of four loads that were now satisfactorily residing in my stomach and still coating my mouth and throat.

I was there if they wanted it. They certainly wanted it, and had it, and so did I.