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You answer the front door and are surprised to discover him standing there. Not because you weren’t expecting him, but because he’s much more attractive than you wondered he would be from the pictures. He’s tall and slim, and has a pleasant disarming aura about him. You exchange pleasantries and then he asks where he can set up the table. He looks like a real professional, and for a second you wonder if this is just gonna be a typical massage.
You decide to set up in the office. There’s plenty of room in there, and even though no one is home, it feels safer for some reason. You lead him through the house, and he carries the big case containing the massage table at his side. You can feel his eyes on your ass as you move, and it’s the first hint that there may be something more to his intentions than just to rub your muscles. When you get to the office, he moves past you through the doorway and puts the case down in the middle of the floor. You like the initiative.
“Just give me a few minutes to set up,” he says.
“Sure. Do you need anything? Water?”
“I would take a glass of water, thanks.” His voice is gentle and relaxing. Again, he has a very professional air about him, and your mind goes back to some of the dirtiest things he’s said to you on the internet, wondering if this if this is even the same person. In the kitchen, you fill up two glasses of water and take a moment to prepare yourself. You haven’t had a good massage in awhile, and your muscles are sore from the gym. Hopefully he’s as good as he says he is.
When you get back to the office, you stop in the doorway and watch him work. He dresses the table in a way that tells you he’s done this a thousand times before, folding the sheets with confident precision. You don’t know why, but you are a little surprised that he’s using the sheets like they do in the real massage parlors. Then he notices you watching as he finishes smoothing out the blanket. He smiles as he approaches and takes the glass of water from your hand. “Thanks,” he says, and takes a sip. “Are you ready to get started?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you say.
“Alright, get undressed and get under the sheet,” he says, as he pulls back the blanket and taps the table with his hand. Something shifted in his voice – it’s still gentle, but the way he commands you has a new edge to it. In every massage you’ve ever gotten before, the therapist leaves the room at this point, but he is just standing there next to the table watching you. For a second you get a little shy, but you remember where this is going. You take your clothes off one piece at a time, putting on a little show, and he watches you at every turn. You see him bite his lip, and you shoot him a little smile, knowing that maybe he isn’t as professional as you wondered.
“I’ll start you face down,” he says, guiding you to the face rest, with that same confidence in his voice. You climb onto the table and put your face into the cradle. You can already feel your body relaxing as he pulls the blanket over you, and you hear some calming music begin to play from his bluetooth speaker.
You are lying there for a bit and starting to wonder where he went, and then suddenly you feel his hands on your back putting pressure through the blanket. He begins to squeeze and rub you, starting at your shoulders, moving down your body, pressing through the fabric and acquainting you with his touch. His hands are firm, but controlled. You can feel your nervous system lighting up in anticipation. He works his way down to your feet, priming your whole body for the rest of his touch, then again his hands come off and you are floating in dark space, wondering where the world went.
He pulls the sheet down on your back, and you hear him applying oil to his hands, then feel a master stroke go down the top half of your body. He really does have magic hands, you think to yourself. With each passing stroke, he goes down your spine to the base of your hips, then back up your ribs and around the shoulders, leaving nothing but warmth and relaxation in the wake. On one of the passes, his hands go a little south along your ribs and gropes the sides of your breasts. That wakes you up like a jolt of lightning, and you are reassured that this isn’t a typical massage. But things continue to flow, and he doesn’t do it again.
He works your back masterfully, it’s better than any massage you’ve ever gotten. Then he tucks you back under the sheet and moves down the table, squeezing down your legs through the sheet from the outside, and moving back up, wrapping his hands around to press on your inner thighs. You feel the juices start to flow as his hand grazes your labia through the sheet, but then they disappear again leaving you wanting more.
He works each of your legs, even finding the spot in your ass that has been sore from doing squats earlier in the week, melting the pain. He spends a little more time there than other places and you get the sense that he is enjoying himself quite a bit. After finishing your legs, you feel him bend your knee back and he starts to work on your feet. You feel the pressure echo through your entire body, my god you needed this. Then without warning, you feel his mouth on your toes, sending waves of electric pleasure straight to your pussy. You feel the faucet turn on between your legs and almost get pushed over the edge from the shock. Your breath gets heavier. You can’t see what he’s doing, but whatever it is, it is making you realize you didn’t know how many nerve endings were in the feet.
Then he puts your foot back down and covers you back up with the sheet and traces his fingers back up your body. He pauses for a moment and puts his hand directly between your legs and sends a shot of deep pressure with his hand through the sheet. You let out an involuntary moan. He stays there for a moment, pulsing a bit with his hand, and just as you begin to get into the rhythm of it, he removes his hand and you feel the sheet pull tightly over your back. Your breath gets heavier with the anticipation.
“Are you ready to flip over?” He asks.
You try to speak, but realize your voice is locked inside of you, and can only manage a guttural, “Mhmmm.” As you roll, you feel the relaxation he’s just applied to your back side of your body start to take hold. When you are flat again, your whole being sinks into the table, and you feel like you are being held in the warm embrace of his lingering touch. Every part of you is relaxed except for the furnace that has begun to burn between your legs. You feel your heart beating there, and know wonder if you’ve left some juices on the sheet.
He puts an eye cover on to shield your sensitive eyes from he light. Then, he rather suddenly pulls the sheet down to your waist, and you feel the cool air sweep over your chest and your nipples harden. He does another large stroke over your body, coming down between your breasts, his fingertips dancing for a moment below your waistline, sending shivers of anticipation into your loins, then returning up, squeezing your breasts as he returns and works your chest muscles. He’s not as “professional” now. Everything still feels amazing as he works your muscles and abdomen, but he is no longer being shy with your breasts, and has tweaked your nipples a few times. At this point, you can’t control the moans. As he finishes the top, he doesn’t put the sheet back, but rips the whole thing off.
Now the waterworks are on. His hands move down your legs to your feet, lighting up the same channels of pleasure he did before, then taking his hands up your legs and working your thighs. You feel all the blood in your body coming here. Everything feels warm. He starts at the knee, working around the thigh and moving up, inch by inch towards your pleasure center. Your entire body is charged with electricity, and you feel like the right touch on any part of you could send you over the edge. But his hands continue on their course, and before you have a chance to gather your bearings, you feel his fingers exploring your wetness. You hear him let out a groan of satisfaction as he begins to tease around your labia with his fingertips.
Without realizing it, your hand reaches out and brushes against his crotch. His rock hard cock presses against his pants, and you grab onto it. You feel him buckle, then he grabs your hand and puts it back on the table forcefully and you feel him disappear. You can’t take it anymore and rip the cover from your eyes and look up at him with a fiery intensity. He smiles from the foot of the table, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you, then grabs under your knees and pulls you towards him so that your feet are braced just on the edge. He gets down on his knees and buries his face between your legs.
You wondered his fingers were magic, but his tongue works expertly on your clit. While he’s licking you, his hands are still exploring your body, fondling your tits and playing with your nipples, caressing every part of you. Your entire body is on fire now, and you feel the first explosion create and release. You scream out in pleasure, but he just grabs on tighter and buries his face further in. It’s no longer punctuated single orgasms, but one continuous eruption. You feel all of the tension and buildup in your body flow out of you in a river of pleasure, and you don’t know how much time has passed when he finally slows down and stands up in front of you.
“Fuck me!” You plead. “Fuck me with that magnificent cock of yours!”
“As you wish,” he says, and strips down, revealing the gorgeous piece between his legs. He teases you for a bit and then enters, and you melt again as he presses deeply into you. Each thrust shoots pleasure and energy through your body, you cum again. He picks up the pace and fucks you hard, you can feel the tension building up in him.
“I want you here,” you say, pointing to your lips. You want to give something back to him, you want him to feel something close to what you have just had. You put him on his back and climb on top of him and take him in your mouth, tasting your juices on his cock. You all the time love doing this, but right now you feel a drive to serve like you never have before. You want to give him the best orgasm he’s ever had. You work his cock with a ferocity you haven’t felt since you were fueled by teenage hormones.
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“FUUUUCK,” he screams, and you can feel that he’s losing control. You keep working it as he unloads rope after rope down your throat. His body is left quivering as you give him a few more licks and then pull back and fall next to him on the table. You lie there in the silence left behind, all of the charge that was in the air now washed away in a tidal wave of pleasure and release.
After a few moments, he turns to you and says, “I don’t normally do this with my clients, but do you wanna take a shower together?”
You both laugh, and head to the bathroom for round two.
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