Under my hands

I see you walking in, my next massage appointment. The day has been rather long, and you're my last client of the day. I must admit I was feeling a bit tired before you walked in, but seeing you has perked me right up. I always try to take good care and be attentive to my clients, male or female, young or old, but secretly I must admit it can be fun taking care of a fit, attractive man.

I show you into my workspace. Soft, calming music is playing and the room is dimly lit. I find a relaxing atmosphere helps my clients get the most out of their massages. Leaving you to get undressed and to get on my table, I go to fetch some oils I might use. I make sure to pick the more masculine scents, as I don't figure you as a flowery or fruity type of guy.

As I re-enter the room, I see you ready on my table, on your stomach, a sheet covering you from your waist down. I take a moment to admire your muscular back; you clearly work out! Walking over to you, I smile at you, asking if you're ready to begin. I let you pick the oil you prefer and put a little bit of it in my hands.

I start working on your neck and shoulders. Your skin is so warm and firm under my hands; I need to stop myself from falling into daydreams, reminding myself,

"He's your client! Act professionally, silly girl!"

I work my way down your strong arms and as I reach your hands, I can't quite stop a fleeing thought about what it might feel like having those hands on my body…

I pull myself back into reality, starting to work on your back. I take my time kneading the strong and somewhat tense muscles, leaving your back nice and relaxed.

I walk to the end of the table, working on your left leg, starting with your foot working my way up. I stop as I reach high on your thigh, repeat the process on the other leg.

I can't help but to let my eyes rest on your clearly firm ass, only covered by a sheet. I never massage someone's butt without being sure they are fine with it first as it is a rather private body part to most. To me however, I usually have no problem with it - after all, it is nothing but a larger muscle. For some reason, it seems a bit difficult to stay professional with you.

"Do you want me to work on your Gluteus Maximus at all?" I ask. You confirm that you'd like me to.

I take a deep breath before removing the sheet covering you. Just as I knew it would be, the ass I'm looking at is firm and nice. I start massaging, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure for it not to become a sensual caress, but a professional massage as it should be. Admittedly, I spend a bit longer working on it than needed, enjoying the firm flesh under my hands. Finally I tear myself away, covering you up with the sheet again, your hour's up.

"I hope you enjoyed your massage, Sir,” I say, smiling, as I leave the room to let you get dressed...

Just as I reach the door, about to leave the room you call out to me, “Hey, do you have any more clients after me today?”

I tell you no, that you’re my last client of the day. Smiling, humour filling your eyes, giving you a boyish charm, you start trying to convince me to work with you for a bit longer, saying your front could really do with some massaging too. Normally I’d politely refuse, suggesting I could book you for a new appointment another day, but without thinking, I blurt out,

“Sure, I can work on you for a bit longer”.

Oh my god, why on earth had I agreed to this? My attraction to you is obvious, and spending more time with you right now, my hands on your body, really isn’t a good idea! Cursing myself internally, I try to put on my professional face, walking back over to you. You turn over on your back, the sheet covering you waist down again.

I know I’m staring, blatantly so. You might be covered by a sheet, but there is no hiding the massive erection tenting it. I know you’ve noticed my reaction and my face go bright pink. I quickly turn a bit away, fumbling with the oil I’m going to use during the massage, struggling to pull myself together. Having more or less composed myself, I turn back and start working on the front of your shoulders.

I try to avoid your eyes as best as possible, and I can see the amusement on your face, a smirk on your lips. I keep telling myself over and over in my head,

“You can do this! Just focus. It’s not the first time someone’s gotten an erection while you give a massage. It’s no big deal, just ignore it like you’ve done before when this has happened.”

My hands move down to your chest, starting to work on the pectorals. Suddenly you grab one of my wrists, bring my hand up to your mouth, kissing it. I try to jerk away from you, shocked, but your grip around my wrist is too tight. You look intensely into my eyes and it’s like your whole demeanour has changed. Your eyes are very intense, your grip firm and your whole body radiate power and control. If it weren’t for the slight amusement making the corner of your mouth twitch a bit, almost grinning, you’d probably scare the living daylight out of me.

“Stop fighting. You want this,” you say. Even your voice seems different somehow, deeper.

“No, I don’t! This is not right, please let me go,” I reply.

Your free hand moves swiftly, and before I grasp what is happening, you push it up my skirt, under my panties and a finger push into my pussy. I yelp, completely shocked by the intrusion. As quickly as you pushed into me, the finger is removed and you hold your hand up in front of me

“So if you don’t want this, why is your pussy soaking wet?”

I just stand there, no idea what to say or do. I know you are right. I am turned on, to an embarrassing degree. The evidence is clearly there in front of me, on your glistening finger. A part of me has wanted this from the moment you walked in my door and after your demeanour changed, my body’s need has grown to a roaring fire.

“You can deny it all you want,” you continue, “But your body gives you away, it tells the truth. Your face is flushed, your breath shallow and your pupils are dilated. And as we’ve just established, your pussy is very wet.”

With that, you put your finger into your mouth. “Mmmm, very nice, sweet,” you almost growl, a flash of passion entering your stern eyes. “I want to taste more of that”.

You stand up in front of me, stark naked, yet the dominance radiating from you is undeniable. I feel like my willpower is completely drained, I can’t do anything but what you tell me, and surprisingly I have to admit to myself I want to do as I’m told.

You undress me quickly and firmly, strong hands lift me up on my massage table, laying me down with my ass right at the end of the table. Your hands push my thighs apart, holding me in place and your mouth is on my pussy, licking, sucking, exploring.

The experience is like nothing I’ve ever felt before and my pending orgasm is building with furious speed.

“Cum for me now!” you say and the deep tone of your voice resonates through my body.

You bite softly on my clit and I explode. I hear myself cry out, almost not realising it’s me screaming, my body convulsing as the intense orgasm rolls through me. You hold on to me, making sure I don’t fall off the table as I twitch and shake.

“That’s a good girl. You cum beautifully,” you say, approval in your voice.

As I start coming down from my earth shattering orgasm, you run your hands softly over my thighs, my tummy, my breasts, helping to calm me and bring me back down.

Soon I start feeling like myself again, relaxed back into my body, you pick me up and put me on my knees in front of you.

“I want you to suck my cock now,” you say and of course I do.

I lick around the head of your cock, the tip of my tongue teasing underneath. Taking you into my mouth, I start sucking, wrapping a hand around the base. My hand moves slowly, but firmly, my mouth sinking deeper onto your cock, taking you deep into my mouth. Small grunts escape you, urging me on, wanting to please you. I suck harder, faster.

Abruptly, you pull out of my mouth and get me back on my feet. You lean me over the table, my upper body resting on it, face down. You grab my ass, fondling it, the tip of your cock teasing at the entrance of my pussy. I moan softly, wanting to feel you inside me. You slowly let the head slide into me, but no more. You pull out again, and repeat it, over and over.

My frustration is building, I need more. I push back against you to try to get you deeper into me, but you push me firmly against the table, stopping me, not letting me have any control. I squirm, pant, getting more and more desperate and without warning, you ram your cock all the way into me, sheathing all of you inside my pussy.

I cry out, a mix of pleasure and slight pain as you stretch me, so deep inside. You hold still for a moment, to let me adjust, then you start moving. You start off slow, but soon the speed picks up and you’re slamming into me, deep and hard. I’m so turned on, the feeling of being controlled adding to the excitement.

Deep inside me, you grind around, pinning me against the table. I can’t move, only feel, take what you want to give. I moan out as you stroke your cock over my g spot, and you seem to focus your attention there, making sure every thrust is rubbing against it.

The feeling is driving me crazy with desire, feeling myself build and build, needing to cum so bad. I can tell that you know, but you keep me right on the edge, desperate, not giving me that little bit extra to drive me over the edge, to make me fly. I feel like I can’t take it anymore, my whole body overloaded with feeling, every nerve alive.

“Please, please… I can’t take it anymore! Let me cum, I need to so bad” I whimper.

You reach around me, saying, “Cum for me!” as you pinch my clit.

I cum hard, shaking under you, my pussy squeezing your cock. You thrust hard into me a few more times, your cock twitches and starts filling me with your cum, deep inside me.

As you come down from your orgasm and pull out, I can’t move. I feel so spent having no energy left. You gently wrap me up in the sheet left on the table, sit down and cradle me in your arms, holding me close against you. Kissing my head softly, you whisper,

“You were such a good girl. I’m proud of you.”