A Text for Sex

There has been a considerable amount of time between body waxing appointments over the last few months.

This was due to diminishing growth -- on some parts of my body, a complete stop, on others, a thinning and a slow down.

I've long been somewhat obsessed with being smooth. Over a number of years, I had tried many things to get hair removed before stumbling across a salon in my nearest town.

In addition to lingerie crossdressing, and as my submissive tendencies were brought to the fore there, being smooth for as long as possible was increasingly important and I have always hated the signs of regrowth, although perhaps less obsessively over more recent years. Shouldn't a sub present as smooth? If I was ever to describe myself as a 'whiteboi', I think this is definitely the case.

It had been a while since my last appointment. I am always counting down the weeks, days and hours until I am back in what I describe as the 'inner sanctum'.

The day before, I received a coded text message, asking me if I could go in early, but, additionally, whether I was available on a date soon in the New Year to be joined by another cock that I had serviced before, along with his. I responded positively in both respects, adding that it had been a while since we had been joined by anyone else.

This 'sext' had set the tone for the day of the appointment. On arrival, I was escorted into the treatment room, stripped off and quietly celebrated being in that aforementioned 'inner sanctum' before standing, quiet and ready.

When he came in, we embraced, him fully clothed, me totally naked. He used the embrace to have a quick feel around my body before asserting himself to waxing.

On this occasion, the conversation was mixed, partially of catching up on our respective lives, partially relating to sex.

He referenced the aforementioned opportunity early in the New Year when we would have the privacy -- i.e., locked in and undisturbed -- with the other cock -- for play to ensue. He told me that the other party had been fantasising about being serviced by me again, it having been a while since the last time. I was flattered.

I reminisced about an historic foursome with two other contacts. In response, he vowed to see when they were next due in and whether a meet could be arranged.

He also admitted that all the sex talk was making him hard in his trousers but continued to work on finishing the waxing for the session and that the request to come in early was because he really needed to have his cock sucked.

With my chest freshly waxed smooth and nipples erect, he stood over my stretched out body but over my head and began applying cooling and moisturising cream. The touches became more deft, lighter, ever more intimate, finger tips grazing my upper torso and flicking across my ever hardening nipples or pinching them both at the same time, causing me to writhe with pleasure as I began reveling in the thought of being used once more.

He moved around and applied cream to my already smooth cock and balls, pressing the palm of a hand across my flaccid tiny shaft, forcing my foreskin back with each drag across and smoothing his fingers down my bum crack, lubricating my hole.

He broke off momentarily to check the time on the clock out in the main salon reception to verify how long he had with his sub before concluding that he had enough time to be satisfied and returned to playing with and using me.

I occasionally bucked my hips to meet his hands, indicating my readiness and willingness, my mind racing away further at being laid out for use and being used.

He was pushing all my buttons. He knew it, and I knew it. I was trying to think about something mundane so as to keep a focus and avoid ending things too soon by prematurely ejaculating.

Minutes passed as he continued pushing his sub's control mechanism and boundaries. I had spread and bent my legs to become even more receptive to him but after he continued to apply what I feel were tantamount to tantric moves on me, I began trying to control and stop myself from cumming and seemed to quickly snap my legs together. He must have known what was happening -- my body must have been tensing -- and he asked me if I was alright. I chastised myself, stating that I should have more control that that. However, I sensed that I had won at least part of the battle and that he distracted me from my predicament,

All of a sudden, I knew his hard cock was to the side of my head and I soon turned over on one side to take him in my mouth and begin working, one hand cupping his balls, the other caressing his left bum cheek. He verbalised his approval in words and sounds.

As I worked, I knew that my stimulated but flaccid cock was slowly leaking, cum steadily leaking out and dripping down my body as I deep throated him, kissing, nuzzling and sucking his cock head, dragging my tongue across and kissing his frenulum and softly tonguing his slit, all the while, one hand working his balls, the other still with a bum cheek in hand. I was solely in the moment, my place being to suck his cock.

He was enjoying the reflection of my seemingly appreciated backside in the mirror and was steadily playing with my body, gently fingering my lubricated hole, a hand occasionally feeling the curvature of each bum cheek.

He withdrew from my mouth, reached over to collect some of the pre-cum, that was steadily leaking from my flaccid sub cock, and verbalised what he was doing, smearing my sub semen over his cock tip before slotting it back into my willing mouth.

It was either a case that I was sucking his cock or he was using my mouth as a cock sleeve with me just holding position but keeping my mouth tight around his shaft, allowing him to ease just in and out or deep throat me which, with his training over the years, he knew I could take.

As he worked, or as I was used, I rolled my hips towards him, my seemingly admired behind clearly visible to him in the full length mirror he had full use of in his eye line. I was only left to imagine what it looked like with my naked body stretched out on the treatment table.

After a while, he seemed to have reached the point where time was running out and occasionally withdrew to begin masturbating directly in front of my face. I wanted his load down my throat and didn't want a drop wasted. My thoughts were of saying as such yet the eagerness to swallow cum left me in a quiet state of readiness. Keen to suck him some more, he allowed me to take him in again momentarily before he asserted the need to relieve once more.

Again, he quickly masturbated. I could hear his quickening breaths as he worked. I moved closer to his cock tip once more with the aim to further demonstrate my receptiveness for his load, not that he doubted it.

Suddenly, he slotted back in and, muting the volume of his pleasure from the main salon outside, quietly unloaded into my mouth. I collected the full load before satisfactorily swallowing my much craved prize, feeling the thick nectar slide down my throat.

I wasn't done though and moved towards ensuring that I had absolutely every single drop, briefly reattaching once or twice, the cum slut seemingly never fully satiated and thinking to myself that, had there have been more cocks in the room, I would have willingly taken their loads too.

My willingness to clean him up after a couple of further connections with his cock tip led to him to, once again, use the acknowledged safe word. I naughtily but quietly giggled before lifting up from my laid out position, a stream of my own pre-cum down my lower belly and having started to wet the paper sheet on the treatment table top.

Usually, I would then move to take my own load but in that moment, it seemed that it was neither wholly craved nor necessary. It seemed odd, yet, as a willing cum dump sub, quite appropriate that I did not cum.

He thanked his cock and cum slut, dressed and left the room for me to dress and join him outside where planning continued for the next appointment which had already been scheduled in his text for sex the other day for the appointment where it was anticipated that I would be servicing another cock as well as his, and when we would be alone under those aforementioned lock in conditions.

In response to my earlier less that subtle reminiscing that it had been a long time since there had been any group activity, he checked the diary for the possibility of a repeat of a long since cherished opportunity when two other cocks joined us for foursome in which I was used, spitroasted, surrounded by cocks, all of which had been fully sucked and serviced, and all of which had unloaded over me at the same time, partially down my throat.

That remained a plan for another day.