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I have heard many times that I am good with my hands. Truth is I am. These hands have served me well over the years. Many women have fallen victim to these hands over the years, but I digress… So I went with what worked. Took a few classes, got a license, and opened a massage parlor. I kept my business small and massaged whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Of course I catered specifically to women. Made sense since they were the ones who always told me how good my hands were. My place was quite quaint. At the entrance was a small receptionist’s desk with a date planner for all of my appointments. I never did hire a receptionist though. Probably should have hired a nice hot little number to look at all day when I wasn’t massaging ridiculously hot women. Life was good and I was always looking to improve the ambience of my place to make it more pleasurable for the clients as well as myself. Scented candles, warmed oils, surround sound speakers with relaxing music and warm towels all seem to set the mood nicely. It was getting late and I was seriously considering closing early because it was raining and I was quite bored. I had no appointments for the rest of the day and to be honest it gets lonely there sometimes. I walked to the back to begin getting ready to head home for the day when I heard the door… A woman was standing there. She was wearing a pea coat and was carrying a leather briefcase. She was a lawyer, easy to tell. She had it written all over her face. At the moment, this lawyer was dripping all over my floor. “Can I help you?” I asked politely. “I don’t know, can you?” she replied with an attitude. “Well what exactly are you looking for?” I tried to remain professional despite her piercing glare. “What do you think?” she snarled. “A fucking massage.” “Well we offer several types and different amounts of time for each.” It took all my strength not to wring her neck like she was wringing out her ridiculous scarf… “Ugh!” she rolled her eyes. “I have had a fucking terrible day so just give me an hour of whatever.” “OK, why don’t you go take a nice hot shower to warm up and soften yourself… I… err… mean… soften your skin up, while I set everything up.” I stammered as I handed her a warm white towel and a warm white bathrobe. She immediately snatched them out of my hands and headed for the back. I walked to the back and immediately lit a few scented candles and began warming up the body oils. I put on some relaxing tunes and prepped the table. Out she came in the bathrobe and she was drying her hair with the towel as she walked. I was flabbergasted. Straight up speechless. She was stunning. I have seen some beautiful women in my time, but this woman was incredible. Her blonde hair just flowed like a river down her back and ended just above her ass. Her lips were moist and pink and shimmered in the dimmed lighting of my studio. I directed her over to the massage table where a towel lay for her to cover her buttocks when she disrobed. I turned so she could disrobe comfortably and noticed I could see her reflection in one of the mirrors. Her body was amazing. She slowly disrobed and my jaw dropped pretty damn quickly. Her breasts were large, I would estimate about a D cup and her nipples were light pink and looked delicious. I could see her pussy. It was shaved clean and the perfect shade of pink. I quickly regrouped in time for her to say that she was ready in a stern yet significantly softer tone of voice. I poured oil into my hands and began massaging her shoulders softly, moving inwards towards her neck. I massaged her neck a little firmer. I used my thumbs to loosen the big knots in her shoulders and got quite rough in the process. I heard a slight moan come from her lips but she stiffened up and cleared her throat in a very bad attempt to cover it up. “Just relax. Do you have a stressful job?” I asked to make some small talk. She replied she was a lawyer, just as I had suspected and named some prestigious law firm. I forgot nor do I even care to remember, but I’ll never forget her. I moved down her back in long strokes, alternating between moving inward towards her spine and outwards her hips. I always stopped just above her tight round buttocks. She had a big firm ass that, quite frankly, I wanted to bite ever so softly. I bypassed her ass completely, much to my dismay, and began stroking the lengths of her legs. She seemed like the type who could take my money, my business, and my dignity in about a second and not think twice about it. I was always careful to stop just above the back of her knee and head back south. I massaged her feet. Her arches to her soles to every single toe. Every part of her body oozed sexuality. Despite her sexuality I was intimidated. In fact, I was so intimidated I hadn’t even gotten hard which was actually terrific news. I stopped momentarily and asked her to turn over. I of course turned my back again. I made sure my gaze was fixed on the mirror that was in position to reflect her beauty. Her body had changed slightly since the beginning of the massage. She was flush all over and her nipples were somewhat erect. She rubbed her breasts quickly and managed to slip a quick nipple grab in there. Her left hand moved down her body to her pussy. She rubbed it gently and her fingers glistened with wetness. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, she sucked the juices off of her fingers. Now I was in trouble. This woman was the embodiment of sex. She oozed it from every orifice and I was losing my mind. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, begging for relief. I was rock solid. My cock was so enlarged it hurt and was in danger of tearing through my pants entirely. “I’m ready,” she said. Her voice had changed again. It started at raving bitch and systematically got softer, but now it was sultry. Even her voice seduced my ears and made sweet love to them… I began at the shoulders again and we were practically face to face. I moved down each arm and caressed each and every fingertip. I looked up to catch her facial expression. Her eyes were closed and she was nibbling on her lower lip. I rubbed her flat stomach down her abs and eventually moved to start at the center of her stomach and ran my hands sternly down each side of her stomach, ending just above her hips. I began at her legs again and she was literally purring in my hands. She wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. I ran my hands up just above her knee and moved back down. I ran my hands up her left leg when she suddenly twitched and my hand wound up grazing her pussy! “Oh my God!” I thought. “That’s it, she is going to take me for everything I have! Everything I work for gone because of a twitch!” I was panicking now. My eyes might have well been bulging out of my head and I turned a bright shade of red that would have overshadowed the reddest apple. I was looking for a reaction but she just laid there, stoic, as if nothing had happened. Did she not notice? No way, a woman knows when she has been touched inappropriately. Should I apologize? Should I follow her lead and pretend it never happened? So I sucked it up and continued the massage. I began rubbing her legs again when I was interrupted by her clearing her throat. “Could you go a little higher?” she asked. “My thighs are very tense.” “Sure,” I responded quickly in hopes of ending the conversation as quickly as possible to avoid a re-hashing of past events. I slid my hands about halfway up her thigh and began rubbing vigorously when she interrupted me again. “Higher please.” I cleared my throat and obliged her request. She startled me when I felt her hand take mine. She slowly began dragging my hand higher and higher. I knew I should say no or fight it. I knew it was unprofessional and unethical, but she was so hot. Fuck it. She could have the money and the business because I would always have this moment… She placed my hand on her pussy and grinded against it. I could feel her juices dripping all over my hands. Her pussy felt like soft velvet. I felt myself losing control and becoming filled with lust. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me down to her for a kiss. Her lips were as sweet as honey. Our tongues mingled with each other as if they knew each other forever. Her tongue invaded my mouth and it ended in our lips locked in the sweet embrace of two lovers spooning after an all-night session of lovemaking. With that, all reason, all restraint, and all thought was lost… I began kissing her neck firmly and exploring every area of her body I couldn’t previously. I made my way down to her nipples and began kissing them. She no longer withheld her moans and they were turning me on. I began lightly biting her nipples and her moans turned to gasps. I began kissing down her stomach and licking every inch of her body. I stopped right before her pussy to tease her and make her beg for me to explore he juicy cunt with my lips and make her cum on my tongue. She hopped down from the table and kissed me in a way I had never experienced before. She slowly began removing my clothing, but we never did stop looking deep into each other’s eyes. My shirt slid over my head and was tossed aside by the temptress. She undid my belt without breaking eye contact and I could hear the faint thud of my pants hitting the floor. I lay on my back on the massage table and she must have known exactly what I was thinking, because she climbed up and lowered her sweet pussy onto my face. Her pussy was so wet a few drops dripped onto my tongue on her way down. I lapped up every drop of her sweetness with long, sweeping tongue strokes. Her body shook and her moans had turned into all-out screams for more. “Oh yes!” she moaned. “It feels so good!” Her sounds were suddenly muffled when she grabbed my cock, now standing at full attention, and shoved it in her mouth. She savagely sucked my cock. It was the sloppiest and by far the best blowjob I had ever gotten. She sucked it so hard I could have busted at any moment. It was like she knew my body better than me, because every time I resigned myself to filling her luscious mouth with my hot semen, she slowed down and began licking and teasing it. She also buried my face deeper into her pussy so I couldn’t chime in. Why would I anyway? She knew just how to control my cock. Unbelievable… I was no slouch either. I decided to turn up the heat on her and shortened my tongue strokes and focused them on her delightful clitoris. Her lips left my cock and she began moaning and spasming uncontrollably. My mouth was flooded with her juices as all kinds of incoherent moans and screams left her mouth. It was delicious. It was invigorating. We were in a different dimension together and while we were there it was eternal bliss. She lowered her body so that the head of my penis was at the very tip of her vagina. She teased me with it, grinding her pussy across my cock without letting it go in. Then she’d let the head barely penetrate and then pull back. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Our eyes locked again, and she suddenly thrust downward as quickly as she could, and we both moaned as my throbbing member plunged as deep as it could into her vagina. Her pussy housed my cock so perfectly I was overwhelmed with pleasure. “Fuck that pussy!” she screamed. “O yes, o yes, o… yes… Make that pussy cum on your cock!” She suddenly began to shudder and tried to speak. “I… I… I’m cum…ming...” she managed to get out. “Plea…se don’t… please don’t stop!” I never fucked like that in my life, but I was a stud. I pounded her and pounded her and we completely lost ourselves and let each other go. I whispered in her ear, “Where do you want it baby?” She looked at me and smiled. “Fill my pussy with your cum. I want it deep inside me.” “Cum for me.” “Cum in me. I need it now!” At that moment I grabbed a tight hold on her body and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She was screaming again and begging for me to fill her with my seed. She suddenly moaned very loudly and for a very long time, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock with a vice-grip. We came together and I could feel her pussy squeeze every ounce of cum out of my cock. I never came so much in my life. She loved it… I managed to get off of her with the little strength I had left. We kissed intensely and she sucked the combination of our juices off of my cock. “I feel so much better now,” she said. “That was incredible.” “Glad to be of service,” I replied. “Will I ever see you again?” “You just might,” she said with a giggle. Then she left. She had my card, but she never called. She never even came back for another massage. When it rains, I stand outside my parlor and let the drops hit me in the face and it brings me back to that magical day. Each raindrop is a different moment in time from that day. She could have sued me and taken everything, but she didn’t. Even if she did, it would have been worth it. All I would have needed was another rainy day… |
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Lovely!
