Finger him

Deciding to show him the real benefits of the prostate without focusing on your own pleasure, you trail your hand down and slowly stroke up and down his crack. His eyes went wide, looking down at you like you were mad. You continued to stroke his dick.

"Are you mad?" he asked incredously, voice quietened.

"Shh, let me do this for you." you whispered soothingly.

"Fuck off!" he gritted his teeth as you circled his hole.

"Be a good boy and stay quiet." you said softly in his ear, taking away your hands to reapply oil, "Don't want you girlfriend to hear."

The man seemed like he was gonna burst, and not in the good way, but complied. Lying back, he continued to clench his jaw, obviously trying to ignore the sensations.

Having slicked your fingers back up, you resumed stroking his cock. With your other hand, you wriggled a digit into his recently fucked hole. The young client grunted in displeasure. You smirked at his resentment, knowing he'd soon be just a puppet to your hands. Working on his hole, you relaxed him down to the point to slide another finger in, and then another. You smiled as his cock slowly but surely ballooned to full hardness, the new feelings having the desired effect.

"Now the real fun." you whispered.

Working your fingers in and out, you pressed at the mound inside of him, feeling his dick throb in your hands. You stroked the trembling pylon, determined to see it explode before it was time to go. You played with his g-spot, rubbing and jabbing at the little pleasure button. His determined facade wore thin, sweat beginning to form on his skin. You knew that prying open his lips would let loose a series of confused moans. You continued to twist the digits up his ass, screwing the man in a solely giving way. You strokes on his shaft sped up, beads of precum forming and sliding down for added lubrication. The man began to writhe on the table, his hands and legs looking for some sort of support. His face was flushed as he experienced a completely new fuck.

Ready to see him explode, your fingers became a blur as they assaulted his sexual organs. The poor guy could no longer hold onto his heterosexuality. A moan, high and prolonged, broke from his throat. You positioned his cock towards his face as cum rocketed out. Semen plastered itself in the sweaty man's hair, coated his face and drenched his torso. Heavy shots fell past his moaning lips, allowing him to taste his ecstasy. Cum flew past his head, falling to the floor beyond him. His limbs twitched and hole spasmed at the seemingly endless orgasm. Focusing on what your fake job was, you massaged his asshole and rod as he rode out his cum. After an eternity of shooting himself out, his cock petered to a dribble. Carefully removing your hands, you leant up to look at his face. His cheeks were red, forehead wet in cum and perspiration and eyes drooped and unfocused. His mouth rested in the perfect O. Leaning down, you began dragging your tongue up from his dick towards his face. You dragged your tongue through the combined cum until you were at his mouth. Latching onto his tired lips, you began making out with the young guy, forcing cum into his mouth. Either ready to experiment or too exhausted to care, his tongue lazily played with your invading one. Eventually, you pulled off. His eyes showed more life, though the disdain previously on his face had softened.

"You're welcome." You wink, collecting yourself and leaving him to sort out his mess.