“Right, turn over.”
I did, and he massaged my boobs softly, my stomach tantalisingly, my legs and thighs erotically, and then? Fuck, and then. He placed his palms, one on top of the other, over what he called my ‘pretty little cunt’ and, with a light pressure, made slow, circular, movements. I don’t know where he learned this technique and, frankly, I don’t care! It certainly floated my boat and I had difficulty in concealing my pleasure. I really did not want to cum, but I so failed!
We resumed the normal roles. I oiled his cock and balls. Massaged his balls gently with one hand, while using my thumb and forefinger on the sensitive area under the bulb of his cock with the other. This was my first time I had had held a completely hairless man. It was unbelievably soft and silky, his balls that is, his cock was anything but soft!
I edged him, several times, as close to coming as I dared. Finally his balls gave him away, they retreated a little and I knew he was about to cum. For the piece de resistance I placed both thumbs on his frenulum, that ultimate pleasure zone, and, with my forefingers round his swollen glans, rubbed my thumbs up and down with short, positive, stroke.
No man can take that for long, particularly if he’s been edged, and so it was with Mr Brimming with Confidence. His legs tensed and I felt the surge of pressure in his cock as his reflexes went into action.
I usually like to count the spurts as a measure of my success, and I think he got to five or six, good and powerful too. I gave myself pretty high marks!
Kleenex time! And that aroma of pollen, nice. He paid me handsomely, as promised and even asked what days I worked because, as he said, he liked to massage my bum and ‘that pretty little cunt’.
The next unusual request was George, George from Bolton. He was a bit into kink and his request for extras included the demand that I shouldn’t stop massaging his cock once he came.
I had learned by now that most men get hyper sensitive after they ejaculate. Once they shoot their load, all they want is for it to stop. Not so with George. It takes all sorts.
Bearing in mind that this was years before most of us became aware of BDsM, he wanted a full strip hand job, but insisted that I didn’t stop the stimulation until he said ‘Banana’. I know, why banana?
His point was that it was going to be painful and that he would complain like crazy, but that didn’t mean he wanted me to stop. He offered me another tenner if I would agree. Well I’m in business to make money so a full strip, plus a tenner, was pretty tempting. I agreed.
I thought I’d better give him value for money so I did the full massage starting with both of us naked. No towels, no pretending.
I edged him several times, oiling his cock as he lay there fondling my tits. He didn’t even seem that bothered about my fanny. After about four or five edges he tensed and said.
“Yes, go for it.”
I started the infinitely deep fanny strokes, and very soon after that he came. He fondled my PLTs and stroked my nipples, so I just continued rubbing the sensitive bulb, stroking his frenulum, and pulling his foreskin up and down. I didn’t hold back and used pretty well all the moves that I use when trying to get a difficult customer to cum.
“No no stop.” I didn’t, just as directed, in fact I just added some firmer pressure and longer strokes.
“Oh fuck stop. Please stop.” Again I continued, this time rubbing his frenulum vigorously with the palm of my hand,.
“Shit, shit that hurts!” Although I was getting concerned, a deal is a deal and he was obviously in considerable discomfort.
“Oh my fucking dick!” At this moment I realised that I was enjoying it, and set about causing him as much discomfort as I knew how. What a bitch, but it was exciting!
His language got worse and worse and his contortions more and more violent but his cock stayed stiff, so I kept going. The more he complained, the more vigorously I rubbed, and the more I realised I was getting slightly turned on!
His glans went bright red and swollen, and another few drops of cum leaked out as he had his second, agonising orgasm. I thought I might be permanently injuring him, but still I continued. He groaned and moaned calling out obscenities and finally, finally, he said banana!
I had never met this sort of behaviour before, and never realised I had that mean streak, as I mopped the end of his obviously sore and painful cock with a Kleenex, he smiled at me.
“You are the first person to take me all the way to where I really wanted to go. Fucking brilliant.”
I think I replied with something pretty lame, but when it came to getting his wallet out for the tip, he didn’t give me just the twice he had promised, but a bit more besides! As he left the room for his shower he put his hand on my still naked bum and said.
“Cori, you are a very special young lady. I have friends who would pay for your services, and pay very well. Private parties and such like. This is my personal number, if you are interested, let me know.” And handed me a card.
Would I dare? For that sort of money it was very tempting.
The next guy to ask for something different, wanted me to talk dirty to him as I brought him off slowly. He too offered more money, but I had no idea really what to say. I’m sorry to report that it was not a great success, so I discussed it with Mikey. She being somewhat older, and much more sexually experienced, gave me enough hints and tips so that I was ready the next time.
I hadn’t realised how common a fetish dirty talk is, so now that it wasn’t such a surprise, I was ready. The massage had gone to exactly the same formula as usual and by the time I had finished he had quite a passable erection.
The request for extras came, as expected, and he wanted the full strip version but he wanted me to talk dirty throughout, and edge him until he told me to finish him off.
I did the usual manoeuvre to remove my top and present my PLTs to his gaze. He murmured his approval. I then unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I could tell he approved of my white cotton panties by the slight twitch of his cock. Then I went into acting mode, following Mikey’s advice, starting all prissy missy and getting progressively dirtier.
“So you want to see my pussy, do you?” I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and lowered them to just above the top of my slit and paused.
“I’m a bit shy so watch my panties as I show you my fanny?” As I smiled and, tantalisingly slowly, lowered my knickers to mid thigh and paused again. I then lowered them all the way, stepped out of them, and took the usual handful of oil and drizzled it on his cock.
“So there it is, Cori’s pussy.
“Do you like Cori’s pussy?
“It’s quite a pretty little pussy don’t you think?”
And I started to massage his cock by dragging his foreskin all the way back to reveal the sensitive tip. He complimented me on my tits and my fanny as I set to work.
“You have a nice veiny cock, nice and thick.” Taking his balls in one oily hand and fondling them gently.
“Can you imagine what it might feel like to slide that cock deep into my tight little cunt?” No more prissy missy.