Ring for Customer Service

I had a 'Krise in der Mitte des Lebens' (in English, a 'mid-life crisis'). I had become increasingly disenchanted with my life, my job and most everything else at the ripe old age (let's just say I'll never see 40 again) so I decided to make a fresh start and to get away from the staid life I was living in Nord Rhine Westphalia.

Being single (actually, divorced and no kids, leastways none that I knew of) the decision was not difficult to make given I only had myself to think about. My ex-wife cited 'unacceptable habits and pastimes; incompatibility' as the reasons for us parting and I had no objections as she had become insufferably dull with no sense of adventure or any interest in doing the things that excited me. (Not strictly true, for I later discovered that she had made a cuckold of me with an equally dull guy who she shared her office with!) So it was that we called it quits and followed up by having an 'amicable' divorce and going our separate ways.

It was the divorce that prompted me to question what I was doing with my life and now free of responsibility to nobody but myself I decided to go the whole way and make radical changes to who I was; what I did and, well, everything.

I started the life-change process by my handing in my notice at the Dusseldorf finance business, an investment bank, where I had worked since leaving school. They were sorry to see me go but respected my decision and we parted on good terms. As to their question as to what job was it that had lured me away, they were not to know that I had been researching the bank's clients and had identified one company that sounded attractive, had stuck out as being progressive, had potential and, more importantly, were recruiting.

The company in question manufactured Saunas and Jacuzzis and other health spa-type of installations and were looking for customer representatives to promote their products and to support existing customers. The job required travel to customer sites (mainly hotels, health spas, gymnasiums; some private houses) and represented a chance to do something really different from that of being stuck behind a desk staring at a computer screen and talking on the telephone. I was not to know (but soon learned) just how different the change in employment would be.

As stated, I had to visit various places and I quickly came to terms with having as part of job responsibilities a requirement for me to actually use the saunas and hot-tubs the company had installed to ensure that they were operating in accordance with the specifications.

l delighted in this aspect of the job given that I admit to being a 'closet-nudist' and I like nothing better than getting my clothes off! There was also the reality that (contrary to the reputation that we Germans may have for being staid and little bit prudish) when it comes to saunas there is a definite link to the culture of FKK (Freikörperkultur) which promotes nudity as being a healthy activity and therefore being naked in the company of other health-seeking individuals is not something that is thought of as being a 'big deal'.. (I also admit to other traits, one being there is no doubt I have exhibitionist tendencies and another of being 'bi-curious' so the prospect of seeing either sex in a similar state of undress was quite appealing.)

So it has been a couple years now that I have been in this job and I love it!

Why?

Well, perhaps the following examples might go some way to telling the story of how to turn your life around.

One of my first customers was (still is) located within a gated community of luxury apartments which has a spa and swimming pool in the basement area. I never know exactly who I might see during my 'inspection' but typically there will always be someone using the sauna when I visit and it is always a delight to meet and make new friends.

On my last visit the occupant of the sauna identified herself as the manager of the complex, a Frau Fäbler. I guessed her age to be around 55-ish and have to say that life had not treated her well. She is overweight with a flabby stomach, thick arms and legs, neck, blonde short hair (that I suspect is dyed) but she has a pretty face and I think she knows it.

I've only dealt with her twice. The previous time she was in her office, well groomed, but her dress didn't disguise the fact that she has really huge tits and a gorgeous, wide, big ass; exactly what I like to see in a woman!

On that first meeting I quickly warmed to her as she was quite flirty, always coming out with lewd sayings and jokes and was clearly a fun sort of person. My visit was to follow up on the replacement of a sealing ring in the hot tub plumbing that had been carried out by our engineers. The repair was a success but my mention of the topic of 'rings' gave her an excuse to talk about different types of rings but in a way that was full of sexual innuendo. She was really quite funny and that excited me and I was tempted to show that I was just as open-minded as herself by letting her see the reason for the developing bulge in my trousers, unzipping and to gauge her reaction at seeing another type of ring, the cock ring around the base of my thickening penis...

... But I didn't, I just continued the banter all the while looking at her cleavage and those incredibly thick udders.

So it was that on my next visit, which was scheduled to take place just before Christmas, that I was pleased to find that someone was already inside when I went to check out the sauna. As per usual I would go and undress in the male changing room, give my cock a few strokes so that it would be pleasingly plump, adjust my cock ring and then seek out wherever the sauna might be located.

I was glad that I had taken that precaution for when I entered the sauna, and once my eyes had accustomed themselves to the darkened room and mist, it was to find that there was already someone sat on the middle shelf, enjoying the facilities. It was Frau Fälber, the fat manager of the complex.

At first I was a little surprised for on my previous meeting with her she hadn't come across as being a 'sporty type' who would bother with such things as saunas and Jacuzzis but, no matter, she knew me and through the fog greeted me with a, "Well, hello, nice to see you again ...."

I turned to her so that she could see everything more clearly, my cock sticking out slightly and half erect. She giggled at my brazen behaviour and continued, " ... you should have given me a ring to say you were coming ... oh, I see that you have bought the ring with you!"

I laughed back at her innuendo and pushed out my hips so that my cock and the shiny steel ring around its base was clear to see. The gesture made my cock get bigger, longer and harder and I could feel the ring tighten its grip; it felt wonderful.

"Hmm, Happy Christmas," was her response to my showing off my cock.

"Hello Frau Fälber, I didn't even recognize you..., (which was a lie)" ... what do you mean by Christmas?"

"Why Christmas? Well, you turn up unannounced and just when I'm thinking about a tree and what decorations I should be putting up, you come in here with that nice looking 'wood' already pretty with a festive wreath and those glorious big balls hanging down!"

My God, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this was all happening so quickly; she was being so direct and, even better for me, the exhibitionist, she thinks my big balls are wonderful.

My cock reacted to her sexy talk and instantly grew to its hard state and stood out horizontally, the ring squeezing its delightful pressure so that the veins along my length protruded prominently. She kept her eyes on my cock and my balls and only looked at me briefly. Seeing that I had her full attention, I made my hard cock twitch and moved so that my balls wobbled before her gaze.

She laughed lewdly and said, "That's nice. It looks just like Santa's hand bell. Come here and let me give it a ring."

My dick was rock hard, I was living the dream and all in front of a horny woman. I moved closer and without hesitation she grabbed my cock, put her hand around it and gave it a shake so that my balls swung back and forth. "Nice ring to it," she purred.

I enjoyed feeling her hand on my cock, but unfortunately she let go right away. I looked at her and figured she might be wanting me to respond in kind so with my cock pointing at those glorious big tits I said, "Well, you have a nice set of bells as well. Shall we give them a ring?"

I put my hands under her boobs, held them up and rocked them back and forth. She approved and gave what can only be described as another purr. I moved closer and my cock rested between her cleavage.

She made no objection to that so I pushed between the softness burying my cock between her tits; she covered my hands with hers and together we rhythmically raised and lowered her tits, rubbing my hard cock, giving me a titty fuck. She looked down and to make things go more smoothly dribbled her saliva to act as a welcomed lubricant; it felt even better.

Then, as so often happens, other people appeared to interrupt my pleasure. A couple opened the sauna door and came in to make their way and find themselves a seat on the opposite side to ourselves. Frau Fälber pushed me away and at her suggestion I quickly sat next to and behind her so that the other couple couldn't clearly see me. I was able to hide well behind Frau Fälber's fat body and still be able to leave my erection pointing up so that she could see him further. I stroked her thick thigh with the back of my hand, grabbed my protruding cock with my other hand and when neither of the couple was looking my way I stroked back and forth so that Frau Fälber could see the fat knob of my cock which was now streaming sticky pre-cum. Again it felt glorious but I made the mistake of being too noisy and the other couple must have noticed something, because they whispered and went out again pretty quickly.

We sniggered with relief as they were leaving and before they had even closed the door I began to properly jerk off my cock. I was so excited at being caught in this situation that all I could think about was wanting to cum in the presence of this agreeable woman. (I also recognised that this was the type of behaviour that my ex-wife found so disagreeable; she would never have joined me in doing something like this!)

I laid back and started jerking off and said to her something like, "I need to do this otherwise my cock will be stuck like this forever looking at the sight of such a great woman with such a great body!"

She appreciated the joke, laughed and moved along the bench so she could better see me jerking off. She lifted one chubby leg onto the bench which gave me a nicer view of her shaven pussy but didn't do anything herself other than caress her boobs which were smeared with my sticky juice and her spit. As I continued to wank, she looked me in the eye from time to time and grinned cheekily.

Given the coming together of a perfect combination events of what is a favourite exhibitionist fantasy of mine, it didn't take long before I felt the rising of my orgasm. My cock ring did its job of delaying the inevitable for a few seconds but it didn't take long for me to have a glorious climax and for the sperm to spurt and squirt onto my stomach and up to my neck before dribbling down onto whatever else she was looking at.

"Bravo," she said, "You are a very nice man, you must come and service my facilities more often!"

I stood up and the sperm ran down my stomach, which she also looked at as it began to drip onto the floor. She then bought me back to reality when she shook her head in amusement and said, "Hmm, now I better go and find a cloth to clean that up. We don't want anyone slipping and having an accident, do we?"

We left the sauna, put on bathrobes and went to relax with a coffee in the bistro and to make an appointment for my next visit. Of course, we talked a bit more about the whole thing of what had occurred in the sauna.

I had tied my robe in such a way that she could still see my dick and the nature of the conversation ensured that it didn't take long before I became erect once more and was pointing up in the air again. The cock ring was also doing its job and I could feel the delightful stranglehold around the base of my erect shaft which prompted me to get comfortable so to ease the pressure I reached down, pushed on the ring and at the same time she smiled to see the fat knob of the bare glans and said, "Well, the big one is awake again. A pity I don't have more time to see what else you can provide in the way of customer service. Maybe next time,"

And so ended what was a most agreeable customer service visit to what became one of my favourite clients.

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Changing jobs has had to be one of the best decisions I have ever made. At the time when I left the bank I could never have imagined what a different world it was that I was entering, one within which little effort was required to fulfil all of my fantasies. Over the past year in the new career I have enjoyed, in one fashion or another, more pussy than I believed possible; I have proudly displayed my erect cock to many an appreciative female who in turn has had no qualms about sharing their charms with me. The world of saunas and hot tubs has indeed been a revelation.

However, as delightful as servicing female customers has been, there came the time and opportunity when my 'bi-curiosity' would be answered and for me to have my first taste of the delights of purely male company.

The customer, a 'Gentleman's Club' with a private gymnasium, was located in the same town where Frau Fälber was established and indeed it was her who had recommended the place to me. She knew that they were refurbishing and would be amenable to having my company's products installed. Indeed, it was she that set-up a meeting with the gym owner, a personal friend of her's she said, and now knowing my preferences said in that jokey way of speaking that she would, "... give them a ring so that you can show them your ring!"

So it was that the arrangement was made and I went there on a day when it was not so busy in order for me to look around relatively undisturbed and assess their needs. As always, on such an occasion it makes sense for me to get undressed when I am inspecting these facilities as being clad in my business suit would prove to be both impractical and extremely uncomfortable.

On arrival I was directed to the changing room where in next to no time my clothes were neatly hung in a locker and I was standing naked with my cock already feeling nicely plump and thick and looking forward to walking through to the sauna area and inspecting the facilities. Not knowing the attitudes of those who I might meet, I took the precaution of wrapping and tying a towel around my middle.

The first 'facility' I came across was a steam room which pleased me as it gave an excuse for me to leave the dry towel outside as the damp atmosphere inside would otherwise result in a hot soggy towel after a few minutes! Also, because convention says you go in without a towel and can't cover up, no one can complain if you have a boner; I had a boner.

There were a few older men in there and I could tell through the mist that some of them were looking at my big dangling cock with the shiny ring firmly in place around the base. I reciprocated by looking back at them and theirs but nothing happened other than admiring glances passing between us. Because nothing was really going on and it was difficult through the fog to show my thick and sticking out cock, I then decided to go and 'inspect' the showers in the changing room. I figured that it might be an ideal place to find a man who, just like me, looking for cocks.

My theory was correct, when I came in I immediately saw a young man of about 30 who was showering wearing swimming trunks. I immediately unwrapped my towel and leaving one shower space between us, I took the one after the next. I turned the shower on and after a few moments of washing my cock and encouraging it to swell I suspected that he had been watching me the whole time (although he tried to do it secretly). Being an exhibitionist, if I suspect someone might be looking at my cock, I get an erection.

Hoping that he was indeed looking at me, I then made a show of having forgotten to bring any soap or gel with me. I turned to face him and seeing he was focussed on my stiffening dick I asked him if I could 'borrow' his bottle of shampoo

"Of course," he said.

I went over with my half stiff cock to be very close to him so that he could see more clearly. It was a two way thing, for I was also able to see him more clearly and it was evident there was an 'interesting' bulge in his swimming trunks. I took the bottle of gel in one hand and with the other I grabbed my cock before going back to stand under my shower.

Once there I put the shower gel on my cock and washed it with both hands and knowing that he was watching I turned to him and could see that the bulge in his trunks had grown to show the outline of his erection. I kept looking at his pants and then said, "That looks as it must be really uncomfortable, why don't you take them off?"

As he hesitantly slipped off his swimming trunks I continued to masturbate, excited to see what kind of dick is about to be revealed. I was not disappointed, Wow, it looked wonderful, a stiff cock, nice big balls with everything, just like me, shaved nicely. I smiled and said, "That's how I like cocks too, I think it looks so much nicer being shaven, don't you think?"

He nodded shyly and was then that I noticed the reason for his balls looking so big, smooth and round, he had a ring that was clasped around his hanging sack that forced his testicles to appear to be like some juicy Pink Apple! Wow, I thought for the second time, as I stared at his big cock curved up and away from his body which only served to draw my attention to the delicious sight hanging below.

"There, I'm sure that feels a lot more natural, doesn't it?"

He once again nodded but this time he blushed which indicated to me that he might be a little embarrassed that I was taking such a personal interest in him. He then confirmed my suspicion by looking around to check that we were alone and saying something to the effect that he had never done this before.

I said, "What 'before'?"

"Being in here, looking for cocks!"

I wasn't entirely convinced that he was being truthful but decided not to tell him that this was some kind of first for me but I told him that he shouldn't be concerned, that it was perfectly natural to be curious and that, ".. I love what you've done with your balls and that ring. I've never thought to do that. Can I touch them?"

He blushed even harder but didn't make any objection when I put the shower gel bottle to one side and reach out and down to handle the smooth swollen sac with my free hand. (I was still softly stroking my own soapy rigid cock with the other). He gave a jerk backward in response to my touch but not so far back that I was denied the pleasure of gently cupping his precious asset in my hand.

It was the first time I had ever touched another man but I didn't want him to think I didn't know what I was doing so I got closer to him and asked if I could touch his cock because, "You should be proud of that thing, it is really lovely ...."

And it was true, it was similar to my own, big and thick but, unlike mine, with a foreskin covering what I suspected to be a fat knob which I could just see protruding from that protective sheath of skin.

I went for broke and said, "Come on, let's jerk off together. There's nothing to be afraid of; there's nobody else around ..."

He still looked like a frightened rabbit but I held out my protruding cock toward him and began wanking. He looked at my soapy hand jerking and then finally he grabbed hold of himself and also started to jerk off his dick.