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As a professional massage therapist, it was imperative that I maintain a certain level of professionalism when treating my clients. However, when a new client contacted me asking for a sensual massage, I found myself intrigued. The idea of touching someone intimately and sensually was taboo, but it also excited me.

I agreed to the appointment, but I made it clear that I had certain boundaries and limits. I wouldn’t go beyond what was comfortable for me, and I wouldn’t cross any legal or ethical boundaries. The client, a man named Jack, agreed to my terms and we scheduled an appointment for the following evening.

When Jack arrived at my studio, I was struck by how handsome he was. He was tall with broad shoulders and a muscular create. He had piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. He wore a pair of tight fitting shorts and had a hint of a smile on his lips.

I showed him to the massage table and asked him to undress and cover himself with a towel. I stepped out of the room to give him some privacy, then returned a few moments later to start the massage.

I started with a gentle Swedish massage, applying light pressure to his back, shoulders, and arms. Jack groaned in relief as I worked the knots out of his tight muscles. I could feel the tension in his body melting away under my touch.

As the massage progressed, I began to incorporate more sensual touches. I ran my fingers lightly over his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles. I slid my hands down his back, over his buttocks, and down the backs of his thighs. I could feel the heat rising between us, and I knew I was pushing the limits of what he had asked for.

But Jack seemed to be enjoying it, and I couldn’t withstand exploring the erotic possibilities of the massage. I asked him to turn over onto his back so I could work on his front. As I applied oil to his chest, I felt his erection pressing against the towel.

I knew at that moment that I had crossed a line, but the desire was too great. I removed the towel and began to stroke him gently. Jack moaned as I slid my fingers up and down his shaft. I could feel his anticipation building as I circled his head with my thumb.

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep into my throat. I could feel the pre-cum dripping onto my tongue as I worked him with my mouth. I continued to stroke him with one hand as I cupped his balls with the other, feeling them tighten as he approached climax.

With a shuddering groan, Jack came in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his cum, savoring the salty sweetness of it. I climbed onto the table and straddled him, positioning myself between his thighs as I rubbed my wet pussy against his shaft.

Jack was hard again within seconds, and I rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I knew I was close to orgasm.

With a cry of pleasure, I came, clenching around him as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. Jack groaned as he came inside me, filling me with his hot load.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the table, both of us breathing heavily. For a moment, there was a sense of awkwardness between us, as if we had both realized the taboo nature of what had just happened.

But then Jack smiled at me, and I knew that everything was okay. He thanked me for the massage and promised to schedule another appointment soon.

As he left, I couldn’t help but wonder about the taboo nature of what had just happened. But one thing was certain – I had never felt more alive or more sensitive to the thrill of touching taboo.
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