After a few minutes, He instructed me to sit up on the edge of the treatment table which I quickly did. He drew in and began frotting His fully hardened and my stimulated, swollen but not fully hardened cock. He seemed to want to pump me to shoot my load and check my ability to sustain as His sub -- a tactic He seemed to be applying more frequently of late -- yet had not told me that this was His intention, although it had been intimated previously.
I wanted Him. I wanted to be used and He was using me as He saw fit. I was in no mood to have my sexual haze cleared through any form of premature orgasm and wanted to sustain, so took the lead with the frotting, breaking off to tap my cock head on His. He reached under my balls to finger my hole. Occasionally, He would reach down and tweak my nipples which He knows I like and which really pushes my buttons. He really was using me and I was loving it. I knew I was still and forever a slut for cock and being submissive. Get me naked, give me cock and watch me go.
He drew in close to a tight embrace with my legs open on the edge of the treatment table. He nuzzled and kissed my neck. I reciprocated as we became intertwined lovers, a bond so tight it is indescribable, cheeks kissed, but I then moved in to kiss him on the mouth, his tongue plunging into my mouth for a few seconds. I turned my head and lay it on his t-shirt clad body but I wanted his naked flesh and I wanted him naked yet, for some reason, held back from removing his T-shirt, even though I know He would have let me. I recalled that, apart from one occasion in a previous foursome when the other parties had told Him to get naked, one to one, He had never been naked from the waist up when we had been together alone.
With my apparent reluctance to remove His T-shirt, instead, I lifted it and began playing with and occasionally sucking His nipples, when doing so, hands were roaming around His body, chest, bum and torso. I didn't want things to end but knew that time was limited.
Being the sub, it was not down to me to indicate when things would need to end and He knew that His next customer out in the main salon would soon be around. He broke off and indicated that he would stretch out on the treatment table -- something that, apparently, He only does with me.
I was soon standing diagonal to his laid out body, my naked body bum closer to his head and hands and had soon plunged down his shaft, hands working his balls. Up and down I plunged, again, circling, tonguing, deep throating, lapping up yet more sweet pre-cum as a precursor to the load I knew I would soon be fed and was eagerly anticipating. As he used my body, patting and fingering my hole with my legs spread and bum offered, He was again verbalising the pleasure He was feeling as His sub worked. Occasionally, at points where I teasingly lifted off, he began masturbating, becoming ever more seemingly desperate to cum. but with me every more eager and focused on swallowing absolutely every drop of His load. I didn't want it erupting before me and risk anything going to possible waste.
As I worked, He was pumping my cock and trying to make me cum -- something I really didn't want to happen first, and occasionally drew away from his grip. Eventually, I was back with his shaft in my mouth and knowing his body was beginning to convulse, his cock throbbing, his balls beginning to pulse, his load powered heavily into my mouth. His much craved semen was collected, held in my mouth and after a few seconds of being swirled around my mouth, was ceremoniously swallowed, every shred of that activity relished and sensed. With the swallow done, I was still keen for whatever was left to come out of His still hardened and vertically pointing cock. I reattached to collect those final drops, so much so that He was forced to use the recognised safe word. He was then clean AND empty. With the cum collected, I detached, but the hunger for cum, as ever, remained.
Had there have been more cocks, I would have pursued their loads too, but there wasn't anyone else around this time -- just me and Him, so as He lay recovering from being serviced, He watched attentively as His submissive brought itself into a cupped hand and soon drew it to mouth, the pool of cum slathered around its mouth, the fingers licked, the rest swept from around the mouth and taken.
He got up from the treatment table and, away from my focus, must have pulled His undies and trousers up. I was still in a cum fuelled haze but was beginning to 'cum' out of it. I realised that His work to make me cum earlier had led me to leak on to the floor which was subsequently cum spattered. He left the room and I focused on cleaning up after myself, the paper towel sheet from the treatment table having been used to do so.
After I had cleaned up, I then concentrated on getting myself dressed, but with two loads satisfactorily nestling in my stomach and my mouth and throat still lacquered with cum residue I could taste with every natural gulp and with my own cum continuing to leak from my limp cock into my undies. I checked around before joining him in reception to book another appointment which, due to the extent of lesser hair growth, would not be for some time, something which, for the purposes of servicing cock more than any other reason rankled with me.
Before I left, with only semen having been exchanged as usual as payment for my services, He thanked me sincerely and said how much that it had set Him for the day. We embraced and I left to return to the 'norm' outside of the salon, that taste of two loads still so very evident in my mouth for the journey home.
