“Do you have a preference of music?”
“Nah, what you have on is fine.”
No. Sir. You are fine.
This was the typical conversation I had before beginning a service. Today, I was in the mood for some smooth jazz because the raindrops and pianos would usually lull me to sleep right along with the clients. As a massage therapist, it’s my job to create a relaxing environment – right along with relaxing whichever client was on the table. Today’s lucky client was Michael. He was about five feet seven inches and a little over 200 pounds, but he was solid muscle. He had a nice olive complexion with tattoos covering is upper body. He had soft jet-black hair that he kept in braids with faded sides. He was one of my regulars, so we had a good rapport and were comfortable around each other – but not too comfortable, because I am a professional after all. You can tell he had money but was humble about it. He wasn’t too flashy with his attire. His tenor was a panty wetter, sultry and smooth.
He was lying face down on the massage table with his back exposed. I pumped the lotion in my hand and rubbed my hands together before placing them on his back and applying pressure, gliding down the middle of his back, separating them once I reached the small of his back, and bringing them up his side and back into the center of his body at his ribs moving back up his back, ending the stroke at his neck. I did this like three or four times just to make sure his skin was properly hydrated – which I knew it wasn’t because he smelled shower fresh. I moved to the right side of the table to stretch his left arm out and work on that area.
Michael spends an entire hour on my table just to work on his upper body. I don’t mind though because he pays cash and tips good. People pay me to touch them and make them feel better. It doesn’t get any better than that, right? After spending the first half hour working on his back muscles, I have him turn over so he’s now laying face up. I don’t know why this man insists on giving me a panty wetting one cheeked smile. Lord, why must you tempt me? You must’ve made him on a Monday after you were rested from the Sabbath.
Using my thumbs, I massage down the sides of his neck stopping right at his shoulder joints, I apply a little pressure that causes him to wince. I lightly giggle and work my way back up to his neck, cupping my hands as I gently yet firmly glide my four fingers up the back side of traps and into the back of his neck before applying a little pressure at the base of his skull. I turn his head to either side, performing the same technique, gripping his muscles between my fingers. After doing this for about five minutes to both side of his neck, I start working on his pecs.
Me being the sarcastic asshole that I am, and knowing that my clients think they can lie to me, I ask,
“So yesterday was chest day, huh?”
“Yeeeaaahhhh.” He lets out with a light chuckle, already knowing my next question.
“So you just refuse to stretch and then expect me to do all the work to keep your muscles loose? Cool got it. Imma just start charging you extra for having to go back and correct issues I’ve already fixed.”
He laughed a little louder. “Man, don’t do me like that! Imma do better, I promise.”
I roll my eyes as he looks up at me with dark mysterious pupils. “Yeah, you said that same shit last time. I’m starting to think you like pain.”
“Maybe I do” he said with a smirk on his face.
I shake my head and continue working on his chest as I get lost in my thoughts while standing over this specimen as my pussy is mere inches away from his forehead.
I move to the side of his body to work on his arms. As I move his arm to my side for better leverage, he not so discretely brushes the back of his fingertips across my thighs, right under my pussy lips. I try to contain my tremble because it’s been a while since my essence has been shown any attention from something other than my toys during ‘me time’. His hand sightly swipes across my ass as I lightly prop his arm on my hip, while holding it with my hand, using my other hand to pump some lotion to apply to his extended arm. As I go to move to the outside of his muscular arm, he firmly locks me in place. I let out a sigh and politely say,
“Mike, I need to finish your massage. We’re almost done.”
“I know. You got someone after me?”
“No. You’re my only client for today” I hesitantly respond, knowing exactly where this is going.
“So, why you rushing to get my off your table” he asks as he moves his hand to my temperature rising center, wishing I would have worn lose fitting scrub pants instead of these biker shorts for the gym, which is where I was headed after I got done with this massage.
“I’m not rushing you off the table. I’m a professional and like to stay on schedule” I state matter-of-factly.
“Well, you just said you don’t have anyone else on your schedule. So, I guess my question is what schedule do you have to stick to today?”
“I have somewhere to go when I get done with you” I answered still in his embrace.
“Well, what if I told you I wanted to end my session now and use the last 15 minutes for something else?”
I rolled my eyes at his advance. “I’ve told you that I don’t engage in sexual activities with clients. I actually like my license and don’t want to do anything to jeopardize losing it.”
He sighed, moving his hand over my mound through my shorts. “I get that, and you know I would never interfere with you making your money. However, the heat I’m getting from your pussy right now is telling me that you’re considering the risk. When the last time you been tuned up?”
My peanut butter melanin had to have turned a bright shade of red. “That’s actually none of your damn business” I exclaimed as I failed at another attempt to get out of his grasp. It had been 3 long, excoriatingly painful months since anyone other than myself had graced this walls and I was going through a serious bout of withdrawals from over stimulation. He releases me from his hold, and I move to massage his final arm. The only thing on my mind at this point is getting my pulsating clit as far away from this fine ass man that has me considering risking it all.
I go back to the head of the table to finish the massage by spending the last five minutes applying more attention to his pecs and neck. I rub my hands over his chest and torso as I lean my 5 feet 5 inches frame over his body. I can almost feel him breathing on my shit. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly as Michael lightly grabs my wrists and runs his hands up and down my arms. Before I could move my hands from his body, one of his hands reaches back and begins to massage my peach while his other hand continues to hold me in place. I instantly regretted not wearing panties today.
Somehow, his thick hands made it past the tight ass leg opening on my biker shorts that I thought was secured in place by my thick ass thighs and began to make his digital assault on my already leaking pussy. “Mmmmm.” He removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth. I unexpectedly released a moan of satisfaction as Michael swiftly moved himself up the table while still laying on his back, ending until he was face to face with my pussy. He tugged my shorts down and I swear this nigga inhaled and smiled a most devious grin big as the Cheshire cat.
He spread my legs forcing me to step out of my shorts and put his fingers back in my folds as he strategically slid back down the table until I was straddling his face. I braced myself for what was about to take place. There was no way to stop myself at this point because all sense had seemed to vacate the premises. His lips kissed my clit and I swear on Mary and Martha that I saw Jesus himself standing there. I threw all caution to the wind as his warm tongue graced my lips.
“Oh. My. God!” My body shuddered and this nigga chuckled. After a few swipes along my clit, he made his acquaintance with my already creamy opening.
“Ummm Hmmm.” With a moan of contentment, he tongue fucked my pussy like he had nothing else to do. He was taking his time enjoying the nectar from my peach. He worked my folds with his tool of choice sucking on my clit, and then widening his tongue to slurp my juiciness. I lost all control as I released in his mouth.
I prepared to move myself from his face, but apparently, he had other plans. He placed his fingers back into my gushiness, curling them to hit my spot as he turned over and slid me down so that I was laying on the bed. He began tongue kissing my clit and I began to clinch my walls around his fingers. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and drank from my living waters. Michael then proceeded to do something I was not expecting as he spread my legs wider granting access to my already saturated asshole. He licked my shit like he was familiar with my body! I inhaled sharply because I was shook. He continued licking me from my clit to my ass and back again. I was so glad we were the only people in here cause at the rate he was going, there was no way to remain quiet.
He sucked hard on my swollen clit while he simultaneously inserted a finger in my coochie and one in my ass. My eyes grew as big as saucers as I tried to relax into this forbidden assault that was sure to leave me satiated. He rhythmically moved his fingers in and out of me as the jazz music from our session began to be infiltrated by the sloshing and moans, we were creating. My legs began to shake uncontrollably, and my back arched into a perfect arch as my body began its countdown before I blasted off into another realm of the galaxy cause clearly, I saw the Milky Way. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Shit!”
My breath got caught in my throat as my body began to convulse like I was having a seizure. He soldiered on with his task as if my intense jerking had no effect on him at all. I felt the urge to pee and the next thing I knew, he removed his fingers and covered my entire mound with his mouth catching everything my body was releasing not stopping in fear of missing a drop of my sweet, well-deserved nectar. As I came down from my release, I heard him say my closing statement after each massage service,
“Take your time getting up. It’s no rush. If you get up too fast, you may be dizzy. I will be out front waiting for you.”
My ass zoned all the way out and went into autopilot, but damnit if that shit wasn’t worth it. I tapped Mike’s shoulder and let him know we were done, and I’d see him out front as he put his shirt and shoes back on. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and to check my reflection because I could not pretend like I didn’t just fantasize about fucking this man’s face. I went to the register and pulled up his appointment to check him out of the system. He came out of the door that lead to the treatment rooms with the biggest smile on his face. God, I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.
“How are your shoulders feeling?”
“They feel great! I can actually move it again.”
“Well that’s good. That’s what I’m here for. Your total is gonna be $80.”
He pulls out a stack of twenties and of course, being the professional that I am, I looked away to not be all in this man’s pockets. He hands me 6 of them and gives me the most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen on him.
“You know I consider you a friend, right?”
“Yeah. Oh God. I’m sorry I zoned out at the end of your massage. I hope I didn’t say or do anything too embarrassing.”
“Nope not at all. But I’ll tell you this. You do all that moaning and shit next time and Imma say ‘fuck yo rules’ and fuck the shit outta you.” I immediately felt the heat on my face as he chuckled and licked his lips.
“It’s cool Kay Kay. It’s good to know you fantasize about me. I’ll see you in a month, I’m headed out of the country for three weeks.”
“Where are you going this time Mike” I ask as I walk him to the door to unlock it.
“Gotta head to Puerto Rico and the Dominican to check on the businesses.”
“Oh ok jet setter! I see yo ass still don’t know how to sit yo ass down somewhere. Well, be safe and don’t forget to book your massage when you get back in town.”
“Oh you know I won’t”, he replied with the most devious smirk ever. This man gonna have me lose my fucking license. Especially, if his wife finds out.
I locked the front door since I was alone and headed to the back to flip the table in preparation for the next workday. My mind was still stuck on the fact that I was openly fantasizing about Mike’s fine ass. I needed to get some dick and fast because that shit can not happen again. Why not? Because he’s married and makes good on all his promises. I don’t need that kind of karma. I prefer to keep my personal and business stuff separate.
Once I was done cleaning the room and putting everything back in its place, I turned off all the lights, set the alarm and locked the door. As I walked to my car, I noticed a note on the windshield. I got in my car and started it before opening the folded paper. The contents caused a low chuckle to come from my lips. This man was hilarious.
I can make your dreams a reality.
-Mike
I shook my head and back out of my parking spot. I headed to the gym because at this point anything would help combat this level of horniness I was feeling. I put my Air pods in my ear and walked inside the gym to get my mind off my raging hormones. After an hour and a half, I felt much calmer than the hot ass I was when I got here. I headed home for some much-needed relaxation. Thankfully, the gym was around the corner from my house. I went inside and started some bath water so I could soak. While the garden tub was filling, I pour a glass of wine and turned on some soft jazz instrumentals on my speaker. Turning the water off and getting in, I allowed the temperature to soothe me.
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