“This might sound strange, but do you like it soft or hard?”

“Hard, definitely,” I replied immediately and there was an awkward silence before I snickered at how I sounded. To my relief, the masseur chuckled too, releasing the tension.

“Don’t worry. Like I said, it sounds strange,” he said reassuringly as his fingers kneaded the knots in my upper back.

I pursed my lips to keep from moaning, it felt so good. This was my first time with a male massage therapist and—God, I never knew what I was missing out on! I used to go with my mom when I was younger, and she would always make sure I had a female masseuse. They were fine, I guess, but too gentle. It felt more like they were barely touching me. Now that I was 18 and on the other side of the country in college, this was the first massage I had where I got to choose.

Aaron’s hands ran the length of my spine from the top to the bottom, just to the edge of my butt and back up. He did this a few times and I was glad my facial expressions were hidden inside the headrest. The massage was starting to feel a little too good.

Aaron shuffled toward my lower half, squirted more warm oil in his hands and started at my feet and worked his way up my calves. It was about the time that he reached my thighs that I started to think that getting this massage wasn’t such a good idea. My first boyfriend in college had just dumped me, I had four annoying dorm mates who never left the dorm so I never had any alone time, I was a virgin, a horny mess, and Aaron’s fingers weren’t helping.

When Aaron’s strong palm rubbed up the back of my thighs, my eyes flirted with rolling backward. I balled my toes and fists with every push closer to my sex, but every time he neared it, he pulled away.

“Breathe…” he said in a relaxing baritone voice.

“Wh-what?” I said, clearing my throat.

“You’re holding your breath, sweetie,” he said as I felt his fingers squeeze my upper thigh, his thumbs brushing over my butt cheek, I think. “I need you to breathe… let out all the stress…”

“O-Okay…” I whimpered as I thought his index finger brushed a little too close to my sex.

I licked my lips as I imagined him leering down at my 18-year-old naked body. His mind would be imagining what was happening under this skinny towel barely covering my ass…

God, I’m going to have to remember to wipe the table down when the massage is over, there is definitely going to be a puddle.

I was still trying to focus on breathing when Aaron’s warm palms made another rub up both of my inner thighs, only this time, he didn’t stop at the towel. I gasped when I felt his fingertips arch over the bottom of my butt and the pads of his thumbs rubbed along the crevice where my thigh met my crotch. There were a thousand things I should have been thinking, but honestly the only one at the top of my mind was how embarrassed I was because he could no doubt feel me leaking.

“Breathe…” he commanded.

“Sorry,” I muttered and took a sharp gasp, but I couldn’t focus.

Sorry? Why am I sorry? He’s the one—oh, God…

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt Aaron gently part my lips. His hands felt too good on my body. I just wanted more. My clit throbbed as his fingertips massaged the lower half of my butt cheeks, and his thumbs massaged the sensitive skin between my pussy and my anus.

My thoughts were a complicated knot of yarn as I tried to focus my thoughts but failed repeatedly. I knew this was wrong, but why’d I like it so much? I knew I should tell him to stop, but the words couldn’t leave my mouth because I didn't want him to stop. I knew he shouldn't be touching me there, but why did I want him to touch me more?

As if the older man could read my mind, he speared two fingers inside my dripping pussy that filled me up so unexpectedly, I arched my back and moaned.

“Mmm…” I whined and felt Aaron’s other hand rub up my lower back, pushing me back into position.

“Hold still,” he ordered, and I complied, returning my head to the headrest.

“S-sorry—ahhmm!” I whimpered again as his fingers started to press in and out of me like it was his cock. “Mmm… Mmm…” I moaned through pursed lips with every thrust inside me. Each time he filled me up more, and more, and I was struggling to stay in one place.

His left hand rubbed down to my left butt cheek and roughly squeezed its meat and massaged the cheek as his right-hand finger fucked my pussy. With my face hidden inside the headrest, I panted and heaved like a slut as this older man took advantage of my body, and I fucking loved it.

God, what is wrong with me?

I heard the wet squish of his fingers pumping in and out of my tight hole aggressively and felt my thighs tremble and try to close because the pleasure was overwhelming. Aaron’s pressed on my inner thighs, forcing them open for him.

“Yes…” I moaned before I could stop it from leaking from my lips. His fingers moved in a sprint now, ravaging my pussy like I had never felt before. I could feel his fingers ramming into my g-spot as my hands gripped the sides of the massage table, desperately trying to keep from being pushed off it. “Oh my—fuck! Oh my—I’m gonna—Mmm!”

The orgasm made a wet sound as I leaked juices from my soaked pussy while Aaron continued to finger me. I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep my volume and the number of obscenities I wanted to scream muffled as I squirmed on the massage table until, finally, Aaron slowed his fingering an stopped.

I was dizzy and panting. My oiled, sweaty body was twisted on the massage table, the illusion of being covered was gone as the towel was nowhere to be found.

Aaron moved around the side of the table to pick up the towel while I was still recovering. The low light of the room and the aroma of incense and candles were meant to keep a relaxing mood. Now, as my thoughts slowly returned to me, it bounced between an intimate setting and one that was kind of scary, like I was trapped in Aaron’s basement. There was a receptionist in the building, but she was at the front of the office and as far as I knew, I was the only customer. Aaron had me alone in the back of the massage office with him.

“Lie on your back,” he said as he shook the towel out. His voice was back to professional.

In a daze, I did as I was told. My nipples stood hard as I felt so exposed on my back. My plump breasts hung to the sides, and my pussy was open to the world. Instinctively, my hands did their best to cover my nipples and sex, but Aaron grabbed my wrists and moved them to my sides. He then draped the towel over my sex but ignored my exposed breasts. A smaller towel, soaked in warm water and folded thin, was placed over my eyes, blindfolding me. I could only hear and feel what he did now.

God, I love this so much...

Squirting a generous amount of oil in his palms, he rubbed them together as I finally got my breathing under control. However, I began to pant once more as soon his palms rubbed over my breasts—he isn’t done with me…

“You have lovely breasts, honey…” he groaned as his palms massaged the outside of my boobs, mashing them together before rubbing along the inside.

“Thank—um, thank you,” I whispered. I did my best not to embarrass myself by showing how much I loved the massage of my breasts on my face. His palms were so warm, and his touch was just the right amount of rough as he groped my tits. His repeated motions made me want to writhe and feel his body against mine.

I could feel Aaron’s body heat. He stood above my head as his hands rubbed over my breasts relentlessly. I could sense his cock growing harder just inches away from my face. I wanted to see it… smell it… feel it… Mmm, I need to taste it…

“Mmm…” I whimpered as my thoughts got the better of me. I licked my lips and arched my back already feeling the towel on my crotch wavering.

“Relaaax… my dear…” Aaron soothed me as his hands gripped my tits roughly which only drove me further into a frenzy. “It’s okay… Good girl… just breathe…” he said in his guttural tone that drove me wild.

When his slippery hands slid up my chest to my throat, I was already gasping as if out of breath. And that’s when everything changed…

Something touched my lips, but I felt both of his palms rubbing the outside of my throat. The object was gone and then it was back. Soft and warm, I felt his skin press on my lip and my body moved on auto pilot. My head turned and my lips parted as I wrapped them around his shaft and tasted the warm, salty tip of my massage therapist’s cock.

“Mmm…” I whined as his hands gripped my throat, holding me in place as I felt him push his cock slowly forward. His swollen tip depressed my tongue as it flexed and went deeper.

“Ugghhh… Good girl…” I heard him groan as I squeezed my lips around his meat. “Y-Yes… Good… Good girl… Just relax and… mm… take it…”

Soon, one of his hands slid to the back of my neck as his shaft began fucking my throat. In and out, in and out… his pace was steady, and his long, thick cock was so hard, it felt like my mouth was sucking on the grip of a baseball bat.

His other hand explored my breasts. It was well oiled and slipped over my nipples and belly easily. I barely paid attention to it as my focus was on the cock in my mouth that was starting to poke my gag reflex.

“Ughahaaack!” I choked and he withdrew but pushed right back inside my mouth after I took a breath. It was then his hand pushed beneath the twisted towel, and his finger rubbed circles over my clitoris. “Mmm oh fuck mmm!” I whimpered with my mouth full.

“That’s it… you like that, sweetie?” he asked as his other hand combed through my hair like he was fixing it for a photoshoot.

“Mmm hmmm…” I whined on instinct. I was swimming on his table—naked and exposed. I felt the towel on my sex fall away, leaving only the one draped over my eyes. Aaron kept that one in place as he fucked my mouth. Every time his swollen head neared the back of my throat his fingers also neared my throbbing clitoris. “Mmmaaauuuccackk! Mmm!”

I’d switch between hacking a gag and moaning uncontrollably as he edged me closer to orgasm. He did this repeatedly over several minutes until my jaw was sore and my legs jittered uncontrollably. It felt like I was about to pee myself and butterflies were circling my belly. I found myself wanting to be gagged with his cock like a slut because I knew if I was gagging then this older man would rub my clit—and God, I needed to cum so bad…

It finally happened as I felt his thick, iron rod spear deeper through my lips. His fingers moved over my bulging clit and rubbed relentlessly on me as I hummed a scream and arched my back, but his fingers didn’t stop, and his cock didn’t withdraw.

Tears welled in my eyes and dripped down my cheeks, drool clung to my chin and slobbered down his balls. I hacked and gagged as my lips kissed the base of his shaft and the tip bumped the uvula in the back of my throat, and still, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Auughhhaaackk! Ggauuughhhhauauannnaackkk!” I choked out a scream as his fingers vibrated back and forth on my clit. My hips rose and fell. My body shook like I was having a seizure, and still his fingers ground on my slippery, sensitive clit.

Yes, yes! More! I love it, I thought as he used my body.

“Jesus—fuck!” Aaron moaned as I felt his fist close around my hair, holding my lips tight to his fat cock. “Yes… my good fucking—girl…”

“Mmm!” I screamed as the orgasm peaked and peaked, and my eyes rolled backward.

“Fuck! I’m—I’m gonna… gonna cum!” he grunted just as I felt the warm splash of semen coat my tongue. The salty cream painted my mouth—there was so much. I coughed, causing some of it to leak out of the corner of my lips. Then with no other choice, I swallowed the rest.

“Mmm!” I cried as my orgasm felt like lightning shooting through my limbs. A gush of juices squirted out of my pussy which only made Aaron groan as he cupped my sex. My tits bounced and my pussy ached as he continued to fondle my sex, while my lips milked his shaft. His cock flexed and twitched as he slid it in and out of my lips, allowing every drip to ooze inside my mouth until he was finally empty and withdrew from me. His fingers rubbed over my thighs and brushed over my clit every now and again, making me quiver as I gasped for air and wiped his cum from my face with the back of my hand.

Slowly, his touch returned to my skin. More warm oil was applied to my body and the massage continued with my juices drying on my sex, my tears drying on my cheeks, and his cum drying on my chin. The massage lulled the stress out of my body and I was so relaxed I nearly fell asleep as the minutes went by. When Aaron lifted the towel off of my face, I blinked, surprised to see him smiling above me.

"Time's up, love," he said, cupping my cheek, and brushing the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. "See you next week, sweetheart?"

"Yes," I squeaked, feeling bubbles percolating in my belly.