Business or pleasure?
The week had been hard for Dylan. More work and less sleep meant time for nothing else in his life. And because he had no time to waste, his wife left him without sex. She too was working hard, but still had a strong sex drive.
Dylan left work early. The stress started to get to him, and he wanted to release it. He closed his office door and canceled all appointments for the day. His secretary watched as Dylan left. She knew how hard he worked and she also wished she could do something to help, even if it meant sex. The fact that Dylan, or Mr. Mandrake to her, was married prevented her from opening up and telling him how she felt.
Since the streets of the city center were crowded almost 24/7, there were fewer taxis that stopped. As he whistled, a taxi driver pulled up next to him and Dylan stepped inside.
– Where are we going? asked the driver.
– VIP Zone, Dylan answered.
– Ah, yes, very well, answered the driver, then he started towards his destination.
Dylan thought of his wife. She thought about taking a week off and focusing on meeting her needs. Go to an island or enjoy a fancy dinner. He can go to the lake and stay in a cabin away from the crowds. To enjoy meaningful, unhurried sex. His mind was flooded with all the possibilities. His marriage of seven years still meant so much to him.
The driver slowed and pulled along the sidewalk next to a building that had a small sign on its front lawn that read, “Vip Zone.” The line underneath read, “Our pleasure is your happy ending.”
– Here you go, my friend, the driver said to Dylan. Total five fifty.
Dylan handed the man a ten and said,
– Keep the rest, thanks.
– Have fun. It’s a good place, the driver told Dylan, then drove off.
As Dylan looked up at the building, he was reminded that it was actually an old house that had been turned into a therapeutic retreat. The grass was green and freshly cut. Flowers grew in front of the porch to give it a welcoming feel. It was a beautiful place. He walked up the front steps and through the door. Straight ahead was the reception desk.
– Hello Mr. Mandrake, how can we help you today? a younger, half-Asian, half-Caucasian woman asked him. She was wearing a thin white button up blouse, the top button was left open. She looked elegant and professional. Her personality said, “I’m here to serve you and I care about you.”
– I think today I want to have the whole package. I am very stressed and I would like to relax.
– Very well, Mr. Mandrake. We can host you, she told him.
The beautiful landlady came down the stairs and said to one of the ladies:
– Ami, I think I will host Mr. Mandrake today.
The lady recognized him and escorted Dylan to his room.
– We have arrived, Mr. Mandrake. Undress and lie on your back under this sheet. Your masseuse will be in in just a few minutes. The young lady left the room, closing the door behind her.
Dylan looked around the room. A stand-alone panel was to his right, just in case someone needed to dress or undress in private. A small stereo sat on a tiny table. The colors were earthy and gave you a warm feeling, not cold.
The masseuse walked in and her presence immediately turned Dylan on. She was 1.60 m tall and thin but athletic. Her muscle tone accentuated her sexy curves. She wore a thin robe that sensually hugged her body and was long enough to almost reach the tops of her knees. Professional but very sexy.
– What can I do for you, Mr. Mandrake? she asked. It’s been a while since you’ve been around.
– Yes, Kumi, it’s over. Today I just want to relax, he replied.
– I can help you, she answered, then smiled. Today, I offer you an extra special relaxation massage.
– That sounds great, Kumi, thanks.
Kumi rubbed her hands to create a warm sensation on her palms. He reached for the body oil and gently dripped it onto his skin. Before she started, she fitted the sheet so that it only covered her midsection. With his right palm, then his left, he rubs the oil along her skin. Her hands tightened and massaged his arms, moving as she pulled gently continuing to rub his fingers to the tips.
– So, Dylan, what are you thinking? Kumi asked, starting light conversation.
– The work. Always at work. Well, not always. I miss being home.
– What do you miss from home? she continued.
Kumi’s hands slid down his chest and she slowly lowered herself to his feet.
– I certainly miss my wife, he answered.
– You are very sweet, smiled Kumi.
Her hands slid down his legs and she dripped more oils onto his skin.
– Are you ready for a special relaxing massage, Mr. Mandrake? Kumi asked.
– I’m ready.
Kumi gently removed the sheet covering her groin section. She dripped oil on her palms and started stroking his cock, making his erection thick and long. She cupped her hands around him as she lightly stroked his cock, twisting both hands in opposite directions to increase the effect.
– I bid you, Mr. Mandrake, pleasant time here. Go home later and make time for your wife, Kumi told Dylan.
– Okay, he agreed.
Kumi slid a hand up his cock, hugging the tip and continuing down.
Dylan reached out and felt Kumi’s inner thighs. His hand reached the desired area and he almost felt her wet lips. His fingers nestled into the small patch of black pubic hair and he slowly inserted his index finger between her mound. As he slid into her wetness, Kumi tugged at the muscle of Dylan’s cock, feeling the veins and watching the semen flow from the tip of his cock. She moved close and licked off the sweet flavors of his juices, making sure nothing escaped.
“You must cum in my mouth Mr. Mandrake,” Kumi whispered just enough to be heard. Dylan understood that she didn’t want him to make a mess. She stroked his cock with one hand, then both, massaging more but not as fast. She leaned in, knowing he was going to ejaculate soon. Not long after, he tightened, then relaxed as he released several thick, satisfying streams of cum into Kumi’s open mouth. He wrapped his wet lips around the tip and swallowed every last drop Dylan gave him. He moaned. He let his finger slide out of her gaping hole.
“That was a special massage,” Kumi told Dylan, licking the remaining juices from her lips.
Dylan remained relaxed.
– So, Mr. Mandrake? Kumi gained Dylan’s attention.
– Yes, Mrs. Mandrake? he answered her.
– Do you really want to spend more time with me? she asked, not as a masseuse, but because she was his wife of seven years.
– More than anything, he answered, without hesitation.
– Take a week off work. take me on vacation Let’s have more sex, she told him clearly what she wanted.
– Tonight. You. I. Time for the wife.
His smile grew wide with happiness.
– Agree. Now go. Surprise me, she told him.
He took his wife’s car and left. He made sure to keep his word at all costs.
That night, they made love before taking a week-long vacation to the Bahamas.
