I asked [m]y g[f] to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed.

I asked my girlfriend to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed. One night, seated on the couch, I mentioned to her that I was going to go out to get a massage. She grinned at me, clearly getting the hint. I went out, gave her some time to prepare and texted her.

“Hello, I found your number online. Is is true you are offering massages?”

After a couple of minutes, she replied.

“Sorry, what’s your name?”

“My name is B. I found your advertisement online about a relaxing massage.”

“Hi Mr. B., indeed I do massages but I’m not in the spa anymore. I’m already home.”

“That’s too bad then… I was in the neighborhood and was wondering for a massage.”

“If you really want that we can try to do in my place, but I don’t have the proper bed and creams, so I don’t know if it would work for you. And I don’t have the pin machine, so you would have to pay in cash.”

“I don’t mind, I just had a stressful day and would like to relax a little bit. Maybe you could improvise with the bed and creams?”

“Yes sure… What time do you wanna come?”

“What’s the address?”

“(Address). What time are you coming?”

“Okay, I’m close. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Oh, I just left the shower, haha. But that should be fine. Ring the doorbell and I will open for you. B. right?”

“Yes, correct. See you in a bit. The price will be as advertised online: 60 euros for 1 hour?”

“At home it’s a little bit more, but I promise that it will be worth it.”

“That’s fine, thank you for receiving me at this hour. I’m getting closer, I’ll be there in 2 minutes.”

“Oh so I need to hurry up here. See you soon.”

Arriving at the main entrance of the apartment complex, I entered the digits of her house number in the intercom system and pressed the ring button.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is B., I’m here for the massage?”

“Yes, please come up. I’m on the third floor.”

She buzzed the door open, I took the elevator to the third floor and knocked the door. It opened just enough for her to put her head around the corner.

“Hi, Mr. B. ? Please come in.”

I followed her inside and she indicated where I could put my shoes and coat. She had her hair up and was wearing a white satin kimono with a flower pattern on it. I could hear smooth jazz music playing in the living room. We smiled at each other somewhat awkwardly, staying in character, but we could both feel the tension.

The living room was dimly lit with on a couple of candles, and she had turned the convertible couch into a big bed, decorated with a white blanket and some pillows. She pointed to a chair.

“You can leave your clothes there. Normally, my clients strip down to their underwear, but since this is a massage at home, please feel comfortable to take off your boxers if you want. I’ll be right back.”

I decided to keep my boxers on for now and laid myself face down on top of the blanket. The door opened and I could hear her footsteps approaching the bed. She put down the massage cream on the small table next to the couch, covered my butt with a blanket and asked me if I had any special wishes or areas that needed extra attention. I asked her to focus on the shoulders and the back, and she went to work, slowly applying cream to the aforementioned body parts.

She worked from the top down, starting at my shoulders and neck, applying extra pressure to the points that she felt were tight. She did a good job, and I started to relax a little bit more.

“Is it okay if I pull down your boxers just a bit? Just to facilitate massaging the lower parts of the back.”

I gave her my permission, she pulled them down just a tad and tucked the towel in under the edge. Her fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, and she finished each movement by softly grazing the upper part of my butt that was covered by the towel. I asked if it would be easier for her if I removed my boxers.

“Actually, yes, but only if you’re comfortable.”

I nodded and she turned around, giving me some privacy. Once naked and covered with the towel, I gave her the sign to continue. She kept making the same movements, circling the lower part of my back and finishing by softly grazing my (now naked) butt. She was making my cock twitch by doing just that.

She repositioned herself and started massaging my legs.

“Can you spread your legs just a little bit?”

I obliged, and could feel her hands going up and down my legs. Each movement ended higher and higher, until with the last one she softly grazed my balls, causing a shock through my body. I could feel my cock react, but still laying on my stomach, it didn’t have the room to grow to full length.

“Sorry.”, she whispered softly.

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it.”, I reassured her, although my voice was shaking.

She continued the massage like nothing happened, working all the way down to my calf and feet. I calmed down a little bit. Finally, she came back up and sexily whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“You can turn around now.”

She took the towel off and held it up in the air, looking straight at me. I quickly turned around and laid down on my back, and without breaking eye-contact, she draped the towel over my waist area. The outline of my semi-erect cock was clearly visible.

Unfazed, she started to apply cream on my shoulders and chest area, then slowly working down to my waist. Her fingers ended up under the towel, ever so slightly touching the tip of my cock, making me stand at full attention within a matter of seconds. My cock was now partly visible, coming out from under the towel. Now it was my turn to apologize.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I can see that you are big!”, she chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first client to get hard during my massage.”

I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to regain my composure. I was rock hard, wondering when she would make her move. Not yet, it would turn out. After spending some more time on my waist area, she finished the massage professionally, going all the way down to my legs and feet. My cock was getting softer again, and I closed my eyes, trying to relax a little bit more. Then I heard her voice.

“Time’s up.”

She scooted back up to my waist and looked at me expectantly, clearly wanting me to take the first step. I asked her if I could book 15 more minutes of her time.

“Could you please spend some more time on my waist area, I feel really tense there.” That was the best line that I could come up with. Lame, I know.

She smiled, pulled the towel down a little bit, and started going back to what she knew was working earlier in the massage. Long, slow, circling strokes around my waist, going slightly under the towel to graze the tip of my cock with her fingertips. Within seconds I was fully hard again.

“I’m sorry, again.”, I apologized.

My cock was now almost completely visible, coming out from under the towel. I was panting. I needed release.

“Don’t worry about it.”, she said calmly. “You’re so tense.”

“The massage helped though. I feel a lot more relaxed.”

Then, she finally made her move.

“I could even make you relax a little bit more, you know.”

“How?”, I played along.

“To finish things off with, I think they call it, a happy ending?”

“I don’t know… maybe that would be awkward… but I guess it could be a good way to relax…”

“It’s a one-time offer. Otherwise we end the massage here and you can get dressed. Yes or no?”

“How much extra?”

“Double.”

I just nodded, giving her my permission.

What happened then, I will never forget. She came sitting over me, positioning one leg on each side of my body. She took my aching cock in her hand, went down and took everything in her mouth. She didn’t tease me or try to build the excitement, knowing that I would not need much, given the circumstances. And she was right, I did not need much.

As soon as her lips hit my cock, I started moaning like crazy. She sucked me with all the power she had, while putting her index finger – that was still slippery from the cream – inside my asshole, slowly moving up and down. I was seeing stars. After about thirty to forty seconds of this, her other hand started pumping the base of my cock, and I could feel there was no way back. Not more than twenty seconds later, my body buckled and I started spraying ropes and ropes of hot cum into the back of her mouth. I could feel my cock pulsing hard at least 8 to 9 times, and was sure that it had to be a sizable load. She didn’t flinch or anything, just kept sucking and pumping until I was completely dry. The orgasm was so intense that I started to feel a headache.

I could feel her climb off me. I had my eyes closed and my hands on my head, slowly coming back to reality and trying to deal with the pounding headache. Then I heard her quiet voice, still completely in character.

“I’m going to give you five minutes to recover and to get dressed. I’ll be right back. Can I get you something to drink?”

Still catching my breath, I just nodded. My throat was parched. “Water, please.”

She got me a glass of water and left the room. I waited a little bit for the headache to disappear, got up and emptied the whole glass. As I finished getting dressed, she came back in.

“Let me escort you to the door. We just have the matter of the payment to resolve.”

I gave her the agreed amount, thanked her, put my shoes, took my coat and went on my way. She closed the door behind me. After three seconds she reopened it, and was looking at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.

“I’m so fucking wet, I need you to fuck me.”

I went back in and did exactly that.

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