My life was on auto-pilot. I fulfilled all of my work expectations, and lived for the ninety minute session with the lovely Suky, on the weekends. It was the highlight of my week. Suky would jerk me off, using her silk panties and her words, to three stupendous orgasms. In between, as I recovered and got hard again, I would eat her pussy until she came all over my face. As we spent more time together, we learned each other's hot buttons, and I could make Suky come so much, that she often wanted to fall asleep after our session.
Unfortunately, for Suky, her next client every Saturday morning at 11.30am, was that fat bastard, John. He butt-fucked her each time he saw her and she detested it. Especially as he only tipped her twenty dollars after each session. She did complain once to Joy, but the Mamasan was not interested in excuses.
"Suck it up Sucky," Joy said dispassionately. "Turn John around. Make him come so hard that all he thinks about is you. Get inside his head. Earn a larger tip by your actions."
I felt sorry for Suky. She really hated John, and her body language would change during the last few minutes of our session, as she stopped enjoying my touch, and started to dread John's. She had told me enough about the sordid details of their sessions, that I really felt sorry for her.
"Can't you do anything about him?" she asked me one day, almost in tears. "Talk to Joy, pay John to chooses another girl. Rosebud enjoys anal."
"I will try and think of something," I lied. "You shouldn't have to deal with that disgusting pig."
"Do you think he is disgusting because of the way he looks, or because of the liberties he takes with me?" Suky asked.
"You are joking right?" I responded incredulously. "He is one of the most disgusting human beings I have ever encountered. Aside from his obesity, he has hair all over his flabby contours, his legs and feet are grossly swollen, he has an uncontrollable flatulence problem and he rarely showers. I find him absolutely, intolerably gross."
"Well, to be fair," Suky began, seemingly in his defense, "he does shower more, now that the house speciality involves eating semen from the enclosure walls."
"Yuck," I said, making no attempt to hide my disdain for the fat fuck. "One reason you should never shower with him."
"Also," my girlfriend continued, "whilst I have no doubt that John's greed contributes to his flatulence, I also think much of his gas discharge is situational."
"Situational?" I scoffed. "How so?"
"I only ever get to see John as a customer, so my view of him is one of deference and respect. He knows that he can do whatever he pleases in my presence, and him farting near me, or on me, is just a way for him to exercise control."
"I would throw up if I had to service that fat bastard," I insisted. "Absolutely fucking disgusting human being."
Suky didn't push me for my thoughts on John any more, having seemingly got the information that she needed from me.
I never did do anything about that fat-fuck John, and Suky stopped asking me to intervene on her behalf. Every few sessions, I would enter the room and see her naked on the massage table, waiting expectantly for me to pleasure her. On these occasions, I would spend an hour and fifteen minutes pampering her, then we would allocate the last fifteen minutes to my pleasure.
Suky would be so relaxed after I massaged her, having come multiple times on my face. She would toss me her panties, adjust the pillow under her head so that she had a better view, and watch as I jerked off onto the hand towel laid across her pubic area. The sessions that were all about Suky, were still enjoyable for me, but I felt a bit foolish tipping her two hundred dollars, just to watch me beat off once.
Suky, in her defense, was a paid sex-worker. She was going to entertain a dozen men today, so if she could coast through her first session, who would really blame her for taking advantage of my generosity?
"Do you enjoy the sessions where you pamper me?" she asked me one morning, at the end of such a session.
"Very much," I replied. "I wouldn't want it to be every week, but I enjoy you being in charge of my orgasms. I like the unpredictability of not knowing how many times I will get off each week."
Suky flashed me a broad smile and said, "Me, too. I like waking up on Saturday morning and deciding how much fun to allow you during your weekly session. I flipped a coin this morning, and was stoked when I realized today was going to be all about me. I love being in control of your release. In fact, one of these days I am going to leave you high and dry," she said with a giggle.
I didn't like the sound of that. However, I didn't push back, so I guess Suky took that as a sign of consent. The following week my session was really amazing. I got my three handjobs and the last time I came, Suky jerked me off onto her stomach, which was the first time she had allowed me to ejaculate on her.
"You see baby, how much fun you can have if you let me dictate the session," she teased. "Now clean me up," she admonished me, "John can't know you came on me. He thinks our sessions are non-sexual."
I nodded appreciatively, and grabbed some wet wipes to ensure that Suky had no traces of my semen on her. Inside, I was hoping that my sexual activity with this beautiful young woman would increase each week. The following week, however, was all about Suky. I entered the room and she was naked on the massage table. She told me to strip and I massaged her naked for almost ninety minutes. I brushed my erect cock across her body several times as I lent over her, but there was never even a hint of her taking care of my needs.
Suky enjoyed my gentle loving attention for nearly ninety minutes, basking in the glow of her numerous orgasms, as I worked devotedly to pleasure her. She truly was a multi-orgasmic woman, and once the floodgates were opened, she required less and less stimulation to achieve her next release. I emerged from between her legs with her intoxicating scent permeating my nostrils, and her vaginal secretions all over my face.