Erotic massage therapy
I broke up with my boyfriend, George, six months ago when I caught him cheating on me with a pretty student in his first-year psychology class. We dated until my senior year of high school and freshman year of college and I was pretty devastated for a while. Luckily, I was busy with my massage therapy classes and managed to distract myself. Once I started working at the Vip Zone, I spent as much time as I could there, volunteering to work overtime, filling in for whoever was needed. I have always believed that work is the best cure for depression.
That’s how I managed to meet someone very special a few weeks ago after a particularly long and tiring day.
– Wait until you see who it is, the receptionist smiled as she walked out the door. I’m sure you’ll give him special treatment.
My colleague knew what I had been going through for the past few months and was always trying to set me up with various eligible and attractive clients of the erotic massage parlor. I thought this was another trick of hers to cheer me up.
My heart started pounding as I read the name on the file outside my room door. It was Florin, the lead singer of a local alternative band I was crazy about and whom I had seen two or three times in the last few months at various venues. Not only was he very talented and charismatic on stage, but he was also incredibly good looking. When I walked into the room, I was in girly-crush mode and didn’t know what to expect.
Turns out he had a long and tiring day too. In fact, a long and tiring few weeks since his band were putting the finishing touches on their first EP and routinely working late into the night. He was exhausted and in a rather passive mood. He was lying there almost naked, on his stomach, with a towel on his back, and for the first few minutes I wondered if he was sleeping.
But he responded in a sweet way, thanking me for staying up so late, and was very gracious when I told him what a huge fan I was and what his music had meant to me over the past few months. When I started working on it, he asked me questions and I found myself talking about my breakup and depression.
– I know how it feels, he said, something I found a bit hard to believe. But your boyfriend must have been crazy to cheat on someone as beautiful as you.
I was glad he couldn’t see me blushing. I concentrated on putting oil on her shoulders and back, not a little amazed at the great shape she was in. Musicians aren’t exactly known for their healthy lifestyles, but he was toned and tanned and tattoo-free, which surprised me. A small earring was his only piercing. As my fingers worked the muscles of her back, then her thighs and calves, I found myself physically aroused. This never happened with my regular clients, but this guy was so special to me.
– Don’t forget my ass. Don’t be shy, he said at one point. I really need you to massage my buttocks. You have no idea what training I do on stage some nights.
I was blushing again. I purposely jumped over his bottom to massage his legs. But now the idea of working on his bare ass was too tempting to resist. I shyly removed his towel and was confronted by one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.
– What do you say? he muttered, still looking more than half asleep. do you accept
– You’re beautiful… your ass is beautiful, I replied, not believing that I was saying this out loud.
I poured oil on his buttocks and started massaging it into his taut and muscular flesh.
– Your hands are wonderful. You are very good at what you do, he said. This is exactly what I needed.
I lost track as I worked his ass, getting more and more excited. I know that before long I was running a finger down the crack of his ass and at one point, forgetting about myself, I began to probe the tight ring of his anus.
– You can do that if you want, he mumbled sleepily. I don’t mind.
I don’t know what was in my head. I could not help myself. I actually gently poked a finger in his ass, like I was doing a prostate exam. I pushed in deeper, twirled my finger, then pulled away quickly, my face flushed with embarrassment.
– I am sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this, I mumbled. It is not part of the treatment.
– I liked. It tells me a lot about you, he replied. Do you mind if I come back now?
Without waiting for an answer, she rolled onto her back and I was faced with another amazing sight. His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it was ready and it was huge. A big, solid piece of flesh as thick as my forearm and maybe twenty inches long. His head was light and glowing purple and a dark blue vein pulsed down one side of him. It rolled over his lower abdomen and arched up slightly. I swear I could feel him throbbing as he continued his steady rise to erection.
He didn’t say a word. Me neither. I was doing my best to maintain a professional decorum, even after probing her anus. I started massaging her feet, of all things, smoothing the oil along her ankles and between her toes.
– Why don’t you take off your top? he finally said. He was looking at me now, apparently fully awake, with a soft smile on his face.
And I don’t know what it was, but a crazy impulse was taking over me. I didn’t find his request outrageous at all. I unbuttoned my blouse to the waist and unbuttoned it hard enough to allow him to see my breasts encased in a pale green bra.
“Take off your bra,” he said softly. I need to see those big beautiful breasts.
I had already crossed the line by fingering his ass. We were alone in the building. Without thinking twice, I unfastened the front of my bra and tossed it aside. I went back to work on him with my bare breasts rolling in the open robe.
– Amazing, he muttered, looking at my bare breasts. Absolutely bloody amazing. 85C, right?
– Almost, I answered, blushing again.
I was fully aware of the game we were playing and where this was coming from, but I didn’t care. I was with someone I had been in love with for weeks during one of the darkest times of my life. And I was having a lot of fun.
I continued to use my hands on him, coating his upper thighs with oil and gently massaging his muscles. I kept one eye on his cock, which was now swaying to the left and continuing to slowly move upwards. And I let my fingers get closer and closer to his testicles, which seemed to twitch slightly in the curve of his thighs.
– You know what you’re doing to me, of course, he muttered.
“I see,” I replied, continuing my slow, teasing work on his thighs as if this was all a perfectly normal part of my massage routine.
I let my fingertips touch the lower swells of his swelling scrotum once, twice, three times. And then, completely ignoring his growing penis, I poured oil on his lower abdomen and spread it up to his pubic hair. I purposely avoided touching his cock, acting like I wasn’t about to face one of the biggest and most delicious pricks I’d ever seen. I was such a tease. But I know she loved this erotic game as much as I did. His cock jerked in the air and rolled back onto his stomach to rise even higher.
– Why don’t you come here to massage my chest?, he told me.
He took one of my hands and led me to his head, which, because the table was quite low, was now at the level of my feet.
As I poured oil on his muscular chest and began to stretch it on his torso, he reached over and undid the last two buttons of my coat. Other than this item, all I was wearing were my panties, and his face and mouth were now inches away from my legs.
My fingers spread the oil over his chest, his abdomen, until they were directly under the bulk of his huge erection. For now it did indeed appear fully erect, a thick, glistening pillar of human flesh rising at a direct angle to my face.
– Take off your panties, he instructed me softly. I want to see your pretty pussy.
Again, this all seemed perfectly natural, a normal part of this highly erotic game we were playing. I stood up and quickly pulled my panties down. Then I went back to my erotic massage work as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
– A beautiful and sweet purebred pussy, he sighed. I knew it would be raced. I just knew.
I was past the blushing phase by now. I was standing there naked, only in my unbuttoned blouse, breasts puffed out, legs spread as I worked. I was suddenly glad that I had continued to shave my pussy all these months after my breakup with George. I felt desired, wanted, by a very eligible and attractive young man.
My fingers were so low now that I was almost touching the base of his cock. Every time I lay down, his prick would rise on one side or the other. I let my fingertips touch his cock once or twice.
Then my left hand cupped his testicles and gently squeezed and massaged his swollen scrotum. My right hand gripped the base of his cock and massaged up and down.
It didn’t last long, of course. Damn, what a blast it was!
His cock seemed to retreat into my fist. One hand continued to squeeze his testicles, the other tugged at the base of his cock in a steady motion.
– Damn, that was amazing! , he breathed.
