A massage from heaven
You ejaculateWhen I say
Imagine. I hold your cock, dripping warm oil over your swollen glans, and you just soak up the sensation of heat flowing over your sensitive bottom. A smooth caresswhich you take your breath away. You are lying on your back on my massage table with your head resting on a towel, fully focused on the scene in front of you. You forget the world and all worries are put aside as my free hand now slides over your swollen end, squeezing hard as I stroke and both hands meet at the base of your cock, which stands proud and completely erect. A tear of semen gently escapes from your tip and I grab hard with both hands to quell any urges you might have to shoot your load.
I’m not done with you yet.
A very rude request
You’ve been a loyal customer of mine for the past few months, coming in for a back massage every two weeks, and we get along well. We are in that relaxed stage that regular contact brings, and in the last two meetings the conversation has become more familiar. I know you’re pretty happy at home, but you like to flirt and sometimes go wrong. You know I’m in a similar situation. I’ve made it clear that I never go all the way with anyone else, and you respect my boundaries. That said, it didn’t stop you from flirting outrageously, and on our last date you asked me if I’d ever heard of erotic massage.
The truth is, I know everything about erotic massage. Back when I was single and had no responsibilities, a friend of mine got me into it as a way to make some quick (and very easy) money. It turned out I had a natural knack for it and had a regular stream of happy clients, both male and female. But then I came to the attention of the local police. Although I’ve always been careful not to go overboard with my clients and stayed within the law, charging only for the massage and never accepting tips for additional services, the caution from the local police officer bothered me enough to draw the line, move into -a new city and start over.
But I didn’t share that with you. I pretended I didn’t know anything about it.
So when you arrived today, you were expecting just a regular massage. That’s why I wish I could have taken a picture of your expression when you slid down the table and I told you to face up for a change.
As you settled in half confused, half expectant, looking at your face, I told you I had been thinking about what you said. The truth is, I had, but not the way I told you. After I got home from work that night, I was lying in bed feeling more than a little turned on, but my partner wasn’t interested. He’s in the middle of a big project at work and leaves early, comes home late, exhausted and nearly collapsed. He’s got a few more days of this and I just have to accept the situation until it’s over. So I have to think about you and your question.
Then I got to thinking about all the cocks and pussies I used to orgasm day after day and the sense of satisfaction I got when the sperm and pussy juice started flying, all because I had the magic touch. With those images in mind I began to wonder what your penis would be like. I knew you had a beautiful body. Not like a gym-addicted teenager, but manly and handsome, and I’d noticed the bulge under the towel whenever you climbed on and off the table. A clear indication that you were more than a little interested in me.
Before I knew it, one hand was sliding between my legs and the other was cupping my breasts as I indulged in a long, stealthy masturbation, being careful not to moan or shake the bed and wake my partner. When I orgasmed, my mouth clamped shut to try to control my gasps, the image in my mind was what I thought your rock hard cock would be like. As I relaxed into a blissful sleep, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with you.
What I told you as you sat down on the table was that I thought about what you said and did some research online about what it was all about. I thought about the idea, and provided we kept it absolutely between us, I was willing to give it a try. When you asked me what convinced me, I told you that watching videos of girls masturbating boys in salons got me so wet that I spent the evening masturbating. I knew exactly what effect that comment would have on you and sure enough the towel quickly lifted as your cock went to the mast in one smooth motion.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I reached down and ripped the towel off your waist, exposing you in all your glory, and not unimpressive. You started to get up but I gently pushed you back onto the table with your head resting on the towel so you could look down and look at me.
Reaching your limit
That happened fifteen minutes ago and I’ve been teased and tempted and coaxed and beguiled ever since. I stroked your cock, squeezed your testicles and massaged your anus. My strokes ranged from long and slow to short and fast, never settling into enough rhythm to take her all the way. My head hovered tantalizingly close so my breath touched your skin but never kissed your cock. You can only imagine how good my mouth would feel, lips sliding down your length, teeth scraping your testicles. I took off my clothes one by one, because I was getting excited about what we were doing. First my top, then my pants, and a few minutes ago I sent my bra flying across the room, letting my breasts fall free, nipples as hard as your cock.
Now I climb onto your legs, the oil flowing freely over and around your cock and down onto the table, wetting your crack and ass. My fingers grip hard at the base of your cock, a tight ring to ease your urge to ejaculate, preventing any trickle from traveling upward. I stand still for a moment, making sure you relax and the moment has passed. I took you to the limit, but I want to take you back one last time. Your eyes are wide and you’re panting heavily, torn between the need to feel the release and the desire to prolong this ecstasy as much as possible. I climb onto the table and slide my pussy up your testicles, reaching up to pull my panties down so my pussy lips press hard against your soft skin, parting to allow my clit to slide over you . I release your cock and leave it free for a moment as I begin to take my own pleasure from you, rubbing against your testicles. I reach down to squeeze your nipples hard, making you wince. I then run my nails down your sides and stomach and you lean into me, pain and pleasure mixing in equal measure. Cock sits free, desperate for attention but feeling only air, your testicles hot and wet under my pussy as I roll my hips, taking a moment for my own satisfaction. My clit is hard and swollen as the oil from your cock mixes with my own juices, now beginning to flow freely.
It’s time for the climax. You are so prepared. I slide forward on top of you, pinning your cock to your belly, my pussy sliding along his length. You instinctively grab my hips, trying to slide your cock head into me, but that’s not the game. That’s not what you’re getting today. I grab your wrists and force them to my chest, holding you down and looking into your eyes, I shake my head slightly. You relax back on the table, held under my control.
Firmly back in charge, back to work. Now I use you for my own pleasure and you can go at my pace. I press my pussy to the head of your cock, pressing hard against my clit, then slide back down your length, my lips parting over your testicles and pressing down with my weight. Your testicles feel the pressure and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I slide back up, my pussy lips wide around your length until your head is at my entrance again and your handle eases into me. But just as you start to thrust, hoping for more, I slide back down, my clit rubbing hard against the underside of your entire cock. I do this to you again, and again, and again. Each time just a little faster.
Your breathing quickens, your mouth goes dry, and you feel the pressure build as I begin to moan softly, each slide of my hips bringing me closer to orgasm. I lift your wrists and bring your hands to my breasts. With an uncontrollable reflex you squeeze hard, crushing your nipples and breasts in a frantic squeeze. The pain triggers a response deep in my pussy, and as I cry out softly, I tense up, your cock firmly in my pussy. Without thinking I drive down hard, your cock slamming deep into me. The heat and humidity engulf you and your hands drop to your sides. The sudden release of pain is all it takes for my orgasm to crash through me like a freight train, my pussy lips tightening as my juices splash around your cock and coat your testicles and break in waves hot And then you ejaculated. The rapid flow of sensations catches up with your subconscious need for release, and the torture of the last twenty minutes erupts into a raging tsunami that shoots deep into my pussy. Jet after jet rushes into me and I barely resist as my own climax matches yours, only the solid shaft of your erection keeps me from sliding to the floor.
We take a minute to catch our breath, me leaning against your chest, listening to your heartbeat return to normal, slowing to match the returning calm. I calm down and get off your softening cock, pacing the floor in a daze. I feel the warm liquid run down the inside of my leg and I reach for the towel drawer, ready to start cleaning up.
The warm glow is just beginning to fade when you glance at me, shoot me with that cheeky smile and say,
– So same time next week?
