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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Every six weeks or so, I get the classic back, crack and sack. Yep, it might not be much fun at the time, well usually not, but when you live in Australia and spend much of your time with your shirt off, you like to look your best. Plus, there is nothing like the touch of a womans tongue running along your arse and up to your balls and I have found it much easier to convince women to pay extra attention to the area when they have a clean work surface. Most women go through it afterall, and fair is fair.
Anyway, after a couple of years of visting the same salon and being waxed by the same woman, there of course developed a type of friendly relationship. The fact that the woman in question spends an hour applying hot wax on and around your cock means that there is not much that is off limits for conversations. We had quickly progressed from favourite tv shows and dream holiday destinations to favourite celebrity crushes and problems in our sex lives. One day I was telling Ashley about a d*unken conversation I had with a group of mates a few weeks prior. They all knew about my waxing (not much sacred in a football change room)and were probing me with question after question. Mostly they wanted to know if Ashley was hot (yes) and if I got a hard on when getting waxed (no). Ashley laughed at this as she worked on my butt, getting lower and lower till finally I needed to spread my arse cheeks open to give her the required access. "I have a few clients who get erections" she said, mostly it just goes away as soon as the first strip is ripped off...but it sure does make the job easier." My ears pricked up at this. "Oh yeah" I asked, "how does it make it easier?" "Well", she said "when you have a hard on, it stretches the skin out and provides a greater surface area. The wax goes on better and comes off way easier". I chuckled to myself "well, I am happy to have an erection anytime it would make your job easier". Ashley slapped my freshly waxed butt as I turned by head back to her and smiled.
"Turn over, your back's all done" she said, "lets get those balls cleaned up for that unlucky lady you've been seeing". "Unlucky" I replied, "I think she is the luckiest girl around". "You would say that, but then you're an idiot".
"True, but what a good looking idiot". While Ashley rolled her eyes I turned over to prepare to have my balls made smooth and noticed that I had the very early beginings of a hard on. Nothing to write home about, more of a stiring, as I thought of Ashley pushing my hard cock out of the way so she could get to my hair covered scrotum. As my eyes were closed, I didn't see Ashley wrap her hand around my now semi stiff cock and begin to stoke it slowly up and down. "What are you doing?" I asked, with more than a touch of hesitation in my voice. "Relax" she said, "like I told you, it makes it much easier like this, just lay back and let me do my job". With that, my eyes closed and thoughts of exactly what I would like Ashley to do began running through my head. "Aaarrrgghhh" I yelled with a start. My eyes shot open and I saw Ashley smiling, a lump of warm, hair covered wax in her hand. "See, I told you it works well".
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Just a first draft...let me know if you want to hear how it ends up.
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