On her face

Pulling out, you rapidly stroke your cock, knowing you're seconds away from cumming. Climbing down from the table, you move towards her head as you feel the familiar tension build in your balls, intent to shoot your load on her face and **** her further.

You stroke yourself faster, harder, feeling the sensation move through your shaft, up to the head, then explode out, shooting your load across her face, landing on her chin, down her cheek, and into her open and welcoming mouth. Your abdomen contracts, pushing out wave after wave of your seed onto her as Mrs. Carter looks on with glee.

As you squeeze out the last of your cum to your tip, you wipe it off on her cheek and take in the site below you. Mrs. Carter is in orgasmic glory, playing with her tits and swallowing down the cum that landed in her mouth. Tension released, your dick begins to soften so you make your way to the sink to get yourself washed up, leaving her on the table, trembling and covered in your cream. "I hope that helped with the new spot you were telling me about today." you say, slipping back into professional mode. You think about an extra $100 in your pocket every week and realize that wasn't the worst thing you've ever done in your life. Toweling yourself off, you make your way back towards her. "Perhaps we can reassess that at next week's appointment and decide if more work is needed?"

Mrs. Carter actually smiles at you, eyes still half-closed in orgasmic glory while swallowing your cum down. "Well, I have to say that this is the best I've ever felt after a massage. I can't remember the last time someone got to those spots and I think we'll have to spend a lot of time on that for now on. I only wish we had found it sooner."

Sitting up at the edge of the table, she wipes the rest of your cum from her face with her fingers, licking them clean before waddling over to her purse and counting out $300. "I think you and I both know you went above and beyond what was agreed upon. I appreciate the initiative you took." she says, handing it to you. "Worth every penny." she whispers in your ear. Smiling back, you quickly gather your clothes to get dressed, pocket the money, then excuse yourself from the room and let Mrs. Carter get herself changed.