Page 12 of Back Room Host

I licked his glans, rubbed his shaft, and massaged his balls. Tenderly, I caressed his thighs and kneaded his buttocks. The man was fit and sexy, that much was clear. His hazel eyes stared greedily down at me; he didn’t want to miss a single second. Gradually, my pants started to feel tight. Before I touched myself, Hector pulled me back to my feet.

“Come,” he said, leading me to the king-size bed.

He sat on the edge and dragged me toward him. Unzipping my pants, he pushed them down and set to work on my hardness. He fondled it, stroked me, and sucked on the tip until I could hardly stand it anymore. As I tried to hold onto his shoulder, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. A sharp pain shot through my shoulders and I gasped.

Hector grinned, pushed up my shirt with his free hand, and kissed my flat stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

It was impossible for me to move in his grip. But that was okay. Hector knew my conditions and had always adhered to them. Despite the minimal pain he inflicted on me, we were still within acceptable boundaries.

He whirled me around and threw me onto the bed. He reached for my shirt and undid the buttons, stripping it off me. I was glad he didn’t just tear it off me. I didn’t want to have to sew the buttons back on in the end.

I lay naked on the bed as he knelt over me, regarding my body like a predator. My sight turned him on; his throbbing cock betrayed him. Hector leaned forward, supported himself with both hands beside my head, and kissed my neck. Or rather, the long scar that ran from the right side of my neck to over my collarbone. It wasn’t the only scar on my body but was the most conspicuous.

“So beautiful,” Hector breathed and kissed tenderly over my upper body until he reached my nipple piercing. With his tongue, he circled my nipple, nudged the stud, and sucked on it, causing me to let out a soft moan that I couldn’t suppress.

It was always unclear how long it would take with him, so I had learned early on not to schedule another client after him. And just as he took the time to explore, kiss, and lick every inch of my body, it seemed like it could last all night.

Suddenly, Hector turned me onto all fours and spread my buttocks. His tongue nudged against my entrance and finally found its way in. I gasped and clung to the sheet as he worked on me. Again and again, my thoughts wandered, even though I was hard myself and a part of me could hardly wait to finally be fucked. Maybe that would make the dark thoughts in my head disappear. On the other hand, it wasn’t unusual for me to drift away in my mind. This was work, and despite the caresses and kisses, it was a paid service.

Over the years, I had made a name for myself, allowing me to build a client base that played in the upper league. Lawyers, politicians, and managers were among them, allowing me to demand higher rates. In return, I made sure not to leave any wish unfulfilled for my clients. From BDSM to S/M to boyfriend sex, I did it all. I fucked and let myself be fucked, whether one-on-one or in a threesome. That didn’t bother me. I stayed away from orgies, didn’t allow myself to be filmed, peed on, or pooped on, and anything involving blood was off the table.

I returned my attention to Hector just as he put on a condom and lubricated my entrance with gel. He then pressed into me, clutching my hips tightly and thrusting. I moaned loudly and lost my balance, so he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. As he fucked me from behind, he pressed a hand against my throat.

He knew that being strangled turned me on. And I mean really turned me on. Oxygen deprivation catapulted me into another realm, and I fell into a kind of trance. With steady thrusts, he rammed into me from behind, growling beside my ear and holding me in a tight embrace. Just before I lost consciousness, he released me. I gasped and tilted my head back.

“Again,” I begged.

“Like this?” he asked, gripping both hands around my neck.

I managed a brief nod, then rolled my eyes back and let out a soft gasp. This surrender ignited a spark in Hector, causing him to completely lose himself.

Full of passion, he threw me onto my back, pushed my legs up, and thrust into me again. Impatient, like a bull on drugs, snorting and completely beside himself, he drove me to the edge and beyond. I ejaculated onto my bare stomach, and he followed suit with a loud groan.

“Damn,” he sighed heavily as he collapsed on top of me. I was still gasping for air, and when he realized he was almost suffocating me, he rolled off me. “Shit, Juri, that was amazing!”

I smiled. “Looks like someone needed to blow off some steam.”

Hector buried his face in the pillow and breathed out contentedly. “Oh man … That was so necessary. You have no idea.”

“Kind of do.”

We both laughed, but my mind was elsewhere. Since I left the café, I just couldn’t get the blond waiter out of my head. Maybe that’s why I was so into Hector.

And soon he was ready for a second round. It usually lasted a bit longer, but it was no less hot. He fucked me. I fucked him. Hard and rough until he completely lost control and emitted an intense moan. Then I came on him and flopped beside him, exhausted.

I went to shower first and was blow-drying my hair when Hector entered the bathroom.

“We shouldn’t wait too long to do that again,” he said, smiling, stepping into the shower and turning on the water.

“You can call me anytime. I’m always available for you.”

We were silent for a while until he shut off the water, and I handed him a towel. “But you’re in culinary school. It probably won’t be easy to get a Friday night off.”

I observed Hector through the mirror. His words felt like knives in my back. I couldn’t bring myself to say a word, but the way I turned my gaze away from him and stared at the sink probably said more than I intended.

“What happened, Juri?”

I grimaced slightly and shrugged. I was still standing naked in front of the mirror and felt vulnerable, so I left the bathroom and got dressed as quickly as possible.

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