I had a guy ring me the other day and ask “So, what is you do exactly?”
For the benefit of those that have yet to visit me, here’s a quick summary of what happens…………..
You Cum When I Say So!
Imagine it. I’m holding your cock, dripping warm oil over your swollen glans, and you just soak up the feeling of the warmth oozing over your sensitive underside. A smooth caress that takes your breath away. You’re lying back, head supported by a towel, entirely focused on the scene in front of you. The world is forgotten and all cares pushed aside as my free hand now slides over your swollen end, squeezing hard as I stroke down and both hands meet at the base of your shaft. Your hard-on stands proud and fully erect. A teardrop of pre-cum eases its way out of your tip and I grip hard with both hands to quell any urges you may have to shoot your load.
I’m not done with you yet.
I’ve been working on you for over half an hour, massaging and kneading yout tense, muscles, working out the kinks and stresses as I find them. We then moved on to touching and carressing, learning which techniques you like best (I have quite a few), and built the tension.
That was fifteen minutes ago, and since then I’ve teased and tantalised, caressed and cajoled. I’ve stroked your cock, squeezed you balls. My strokes have varied from long and slow to short and fast, never settling into enough of a rhythm to take all the way. My head has hovered tantalisingly close so my breath has brushed your skin, but never actually kissed your cock. You can only imagine how good my mouth would feel, lips sliding down your length, teeth grazing at your balls.
And here I am in stockings and suspenders, straddling your legs, the oil flowing freely over and around your cock and down onto the table, wetting your crack and arse. My fingers grip hard around the base of your cock, a tight ring to ease your urge to cum, stopping any spunk from travelling up your shaft. I hold still a moment, making sure you relax back and the moment has passed. I’ve edged you to the limit, but want to take you back down one last time. Your eyes are wide and you pant heavily, torn between the need to feel the release, and the desire to prolong this ecstasy as long as possible.
You watch me as I watch your cock, glancing at you every now and then to smile and wink before looking back to my hands teasing and stroking, oil running freely between my fingers to mix with the pre-cum oozing freely from your swollen cock head.
It’s time for the climax. I squeeze your balls and stroke hard and pick up the pace. The teasing is done and you can feel it. It’s time to let loose and release all your tension and pent up horniness. You instinctively grab my hips, trying to pull me towards you but that’s not the deal here and I hold my place on your lap. Looking you in the eye I gently shake my head, and pump your cock harder and faster.
Your breathing quickens, your mouth is going dry, and you feel the pressure build as I pump your cock, and then you’re there.
The fast flood of sensations catch up with your sub conscious need for release, and the torture of the last twenty minutes erupts into a raging tsunami of spunk shooting high into the air, over my hand and onto your chest and stomach. Jet after jet pumps from your cock as I squeeze hard, milking every drop from you.
And just as suddenly, you’re done.
You relax back as I slide off your legs to find the tissues. The warm glow from your best cum in a long time lingers as you glance across at me, hit me with that cheeky smile, and say “So, same time next week?”
Sam xxxx