It was the 4th massage I was getting from you. As before, my hard-on was undeniable when it was time for me to turn on my back so you could stretch out my legs. You had ignored it before, but this time your hand landed right on it – and it stayed there, making it clear that this was no accident. I opened my eyes, but I wasn't sure what to say. With a slight smile, but without a word, you massaged my cock through my boxers. It didn't take long until I came and a wet spot spread thru the fabric. "I think that's enough for today. Tomorrow at 8 again?" you asked. I don't quite remember if I actually replied, but I did leave a generous tip on the table and did indeed come back at 8 the next day – and every day since. Despite the fabric between my cock and your fingers it never took me more than 30 seconds to come. The one time you rubbed your boobs against it, it was over in 10 seconds. About a week later, after stretching out my legs when you told me "Sorry, no happy ending tonight. You are always so quick, it's getting boring. I want you to come up with a plan to make it more fun for me and then call me for another appointment." You left the room without another glance in my direction. I was back the next morning. I didn't have a plan, but I begged you to give me another chance. "Okay, you will get one more chance. But if you last anything less than 2 minutes, you will have to do something for me. Don't ask me what it will be. Just lay down and accept my terms or leave and never return." I did not leave, hoping that masturbating at home last night and that morning would be enough. What I had not planned for was you taking my cock out this time though, so 20 seconds later my cum was all over your hand. You just laughed at me, then put your hand on my mouth – "Eat it! I don't want a single drop left on my fingers!" It took me much longer to eat my cum than it took you to get it out of me, but in the end I ate it all. "I hope you liked that taste, because tonight you will come over again for another round." With that, you turned around and left the room. When I came back at night, I noticed your laptop next to the massage table. Before I could ask why you had it set up there, you pointed to the table and said "Just lay down and keep quiet. I will record tonight's events so you can watch them later. Maybe seeing how pathetic our little quickies are will help you." Having the webcam pointed at me certainly did not help, if anything I came faster. After feeding me my own cum, you sent me home, not even mentioning the video. As far as I remember the next 4 visits were the same, but after the last one you said "I have been keeping an eye on the timeline and you have come faster and cleaned up faster every single time. I think you start to enjoy your cum! Don't answer that right now. If I am right, just come back tomorrow morning and be prepared for the next step. I think you will do great." And of course I did come back. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I could not stay away. Neither could I resist when you ordered me on my knees in front of you. And you certainly didn't have to say another word after taking down your pants. Within seconds I was licking your balls, taking them into my mouth while my hands gently massaged your semi-hard cock into a 9" beauty. I took my sweet time getting all of it in my mouth, but when you finally came I swallowed your huge load in a heart beat. You smiled when I begged for another round.