I have been a massage therapist for many years now. I am pretty good at it. I’ve been told that I am good with my hands. I was always interested in massage therapy as a treatment for various conditions or injuries, not to mention it works wonders for relaxing the body. Most of my clients are patients looking to relieve or eliminate pain. I have a few that request therapy just to relieve stress or tension.
Today, I have a new client scheduled at noon. This is typically my lunch time, but he was desperate for an appointment. He had mentioned that I come highly recommended. So, I moved some things around and scheduled him to be here promptly at noon. I said my goodbyes to one of my regulars and began to clean the room for my new client. I glanced at the appointment book, and noticed his name was Patrick. It was now 11:55, and there was no sign of him. I sensed that he may not be here on time, and I hoped that I was wrong. I lit a large sandalwood candle in the corner of the room for aromatherapy. It is a soft, warm, creamy wood scent, with a touch of citrus. And it was the favorite of my assortment of candles, and essential oils. Sticking to routine, I sanitize the massage table, and lay a small sheet over it.
As I look at my watch to check the time, the doorbell rings. I am relieved, as I admit to myself that I was beginning to doubt he would arrive on time, if at all. I open the door, and I see a young man that appears to be in his early thirties. He is good looking, it’s hard not to notice. His eyes are a piercing blue, and he has this devilish grin on his face. His hair is blonde and well groomed and it accentuates his good looks. He almost has this boyish look… the look of someone that is up to some sort of mischief. I then realize that it could be a look of someone that likes what he sees. I am a 51 year old woman. I am of average height with a medium frame, but voluptuous. I am by no means a petite woman. I consider myself cute but have never been known to draw the eye of a young man. The attention I receive is usually from men of a more mature age. I realize that I am delayed in introducing myself, due to my distraction. I introduce myself as Ginger and welcome him inside. He smiles and holds his hand out to shake mine, as he says, “Nice to meet you ma’am, I’m Patrick.” I am taken aback by his good manners, and feel my age at the mention of being called ma’am. I take his hand in mine and shake it gently. He stops mid shake and mentions that my hands are so soft, and warm. “Job perk, I suppose,” I reply. “Of course,” He says. He then places his other hand over mine, so that he is now holding mine firmly in between both of his. His grip is firm, prolonged, and steady. I feel my face getting warm as I believe I am about to blush. I softly say, “Thank you,” and gently remove my hand from his. He enters my apartment, and we continue down the hall towards the therapy room. I am wearing a simple white cotton button up blouse, with a flowy skirt in a flower print. I imagine that he is looking me over, as I lead the way.
I give him the basic layout of my sessions and outline what options he has. He chooses a package, that involves a deep tissue massage. It is especially helpful for chronic aches and pains and contracted areas such as a stiff neck and upper back, low back pain, leg muscles tightness, and sore shoulders. Patrick explains to me that he is a runner, and that he works out regularly. He is in desperate need of this massage. I give him precise instructions on draping the sheet over himself after which he is to remove clothing and lay down. I also let him know that underwear is optional and I exit the room.
I return to the room about 10 minutes later and knock on the door but get no reply. As I slowly crack it open, I can see that his legs are on the table, covered in the white sheet. It is apparent that he has finished undressing, so I enter and announce myself. I inform Patrick that I am ready to start and suggest that he relax. I go to the end of the table and begin to fold the sheet in thirds, up to the lower part of his butt cheeks. It is apparent he is a runner; his calf muscles are sculpted. They are perfect. His body is lightly tanned but appear a darker brown in the amber light. I continue folding the sheet starting at his shoulders, until I stop at his lower back. It is impossible not to notice the definition of muscles on his upper body, and lower back. He even has the dimples above his buttocks. These are among the sexiest of muscles in a body, and not everyone is lucky enough to have them. I almost immediately start to daydream, but quickly remember that I have a job to do. And I have another client arriving in a little over an hour.
I return to the end of the table and start the massage by rubbing my hands down with a warm mixture of chamomile essential oil and coconut oil. I immediately start working around his ankles, with firm pressure. Most of my pressure is from my thumbs, moving in a small circular motion. The room is dimly lit with the flicker of the candle and a small lamp in the corner fitted with a low watt amber light bulb. It is almost eerily quiet. Other than the low breaths of my client, there isn’t much else to be heard. Beforehand, he had opted out of any music. I always offer choices to my clients, for their relaxation.
I slowly work my way up his calves, continuing my technique with my hands. On occasion, switching over to spreading my stiffened fingers and pressing them down into all pressure points necessary to relieve the pain. I hear a few grunts, and moans come from Patrick, and I know that I’m working him properly. He softly moans,
“Mmmm… that feels nice. You have good hands.” I feel the corner of my mouth curl up into a half smile. I am grateful for the compliment and realize that I am turned on at the sultry tone of his voice. I start to become more sensual in my hand motions, upon receiving his compliment. I spread my hands, and place them behind his knees, push down and glide up onto the back side of his thighs. I buckle my fingers, and start to press them down into the sides, continuing to move until I reach the sheet. I barely graze the lower part of his butt cheeks with the inside of my hand, between my thumb and forefinger. I pull all fingers back along his cheeks in a motion I can only describe as a slow pinching. Patrick moans along with the rhythm of my hands. I remind myself that I am strictly business, and I do not indulge in happy endings.
However, it does not mean that I cannot enjoy a short fantasy as I work along. I feel my pussy start to twinge and tighten. I am slowly getting wet, at the thought of being naughty while working. I take position on his side, to concentrate on his back. I reapply the warm oil to my hands and slowly rub it over his entire back. I start at the top, working on the trapezius and deltoid muscles, placing my thumbs deep into both sides of his lower neck. I spread my hands and slowly move down the length of his spine, all the while pressing deeply with my thumbs. I can feel his tension slowly release, as I hear him start to moan again. His sound is raw, almost animalistic. I start to feel heated; my face is flush. I am thoroughly enjoying giving the massage now, as I realize the pleasure I am able to bring him. I am inclined to move toward the table, pressing my groin against the edge. I feel the pressure on my clit, and a small gasp escapes my lips. Patrick moves his hips in the effort to become more comfortable, and I am assured that he is feeling the effects of my touch. I shift my focus on his lower back and start rubbing. I slightly move under the sheet. I continue to massage, as I imagine what I would do if I were to slip my hands completely underneath the sheet. I move my hands outward toward his hips and only graze my fingernails along. I methodically push my clit into the table as I am working. His body shifts, and I grab his hips. I squeeze tightly and firmly as I pull up along both of his sides. I can hear him release a low rumbled moan.
I reposition myself on the other side of the table, to work on his neck and shoulders. My pussy is merely inches from his face, which is facing towards me. With all the rubbing, and sultry scenarios running through my imagination, I can feel my grool teeming inside my panties. My pussy is beckoning to be touched, to be pampered and punished. My head is in the clouds at this point. I am determined to seduce him. My body is yearning for him to take control and ravish me. I startle myself as I take a quick breath in, at the thought of it. I am suddenly brought back, and realize his eyes are open and locked on mine. The smirk on his face seems to indicate he is aware of my every thought. I return a brief smile, but look away and reach over for the oil, to reapply it to my hands. I begin to work on his upper shoulders, starting at the lower neck, digging my thumbs in deep to relieve any tension. He doesn’t seem tense, but I am diligent, just in case. Eventually, I work my way down the length of his spine, using my thumbs and forefingers. My mind starts to drift, and I am once again, thinking of the two of us in the throes of passion, and wildly uninhibited. I am thirsty, and heavy with desire.
I start to rub his upper shoulders, and once again, I am directly in front of his face. “I realize now, why you come so highly recommended. I believe I should tip you well,” he says. I reply, “Tips are always welcome.” A smile crosses his face, and I can’t help but return a smile. To my surprise, he moves his right hand and places it on the back of my lower thigh. He holds it firmly and starts to slowly move it toward the hem of my skirt. Once he reaches it, he scoops it up with his thumb. He continues to move up, raising my skirt with him. Once he reaches my panties, he pushes his thumb under the elastic, followed by all of his fingers. I respond with a quick gasp, my entire body slightly jolting. I release my breath slowly with a stifled moan.
To my surprise, he stops and removes his hand entirely. I stand there in astonishment, bewildered at what I could have possibly done wrong! He sits up on the table facing me, the sheet still wrapped around him. He instructs me to remove my shirt and bra. I am not indifferent to his boldness. In fact, I am propelled into a reality of living out a fantasy. I unbutton my shirt and remove it, allowing it to drop to the floor. I unfasten my bra and pull it away, exposing my large breasts. He reaches out and gropes them, softly pinching my nipples. I sigh and my head falls back, and I close my eyes.
“Show it to me,” he commands “I want to see it.” The tone of his voice is gruff, and he is staring at me with his piercing blue eyes. “I said show it to me you dirty, filthy slut.” He says it with such intensity and my eagerness to please him has heightened. I grab the lower part of my skirt and start to pull it up slowly. I reach my pussy and stop just enough to show the bottom of my pussy lips. They are glistening with my wet, creamy nectar. I slide my fingers down into my crotch, parting my pussy lips. My grool is so thick, and plentiful that I can feel it start to drift down my inner thighs. I start to moan as I alternate between rubbing my hard clit and sliding my fingers down into my pussy hole. The heat inside of me is like fire. I gasp with each thrust of fucking myself.
I feel so alive and awakened. My eyes close as I pleasure myself for him. When I open them, he is watching me. He is intensely focused on my actions. He then glances up at me and says, “Good girl” with that smirk he has been flashing since we met. He pulls off the sheet, and I see before me his glorious rigid cock. His girth is larger than average, the veins are prominent, the head is shaped like a large mushroom and has a prominent crown. I am impressed. “Is this what you want?” he asks. Before I can answer, he reaches down and puts his hand over mine, which is still rubbing my pussy. He pushes his hand down slowly over mine, until he has two fingers inside of me. He curls them and hooks my cunt, and pulls me to him abruptly and aggressively. I inhale deeply, and sharply as I am startled.
“It’s yours if you want it, but you have to earn it,” he informs me. Then he reaches behind me and grabs my ass cheek and squeezes as tight as he can. The pain is grueling as he pulls me forward in between his legs, which are now spread. I am even closer as before. I can feel his breath on my face. His lips are directly in front of mine. I am about to lean in to kiss him, when he stops me. “No. I said you have to earn it,” he says sternly. He reaches up and runs his fingers through my hair until he reaches the back and grabs ahold of it with a fist. He pushes my face toward his dick. I forgo resisting, as I am excited, and my heart is racing. My body is hungry, and I crave nourishment. I fall to the floor and kneel in front of him, as he slides down off the table and is standing before me. I grab his cock with my hands and start to massage it. He moans at the precise moment of my touch. I squeeze the head of his cock, forming a fist and start stroking it down just over the crown, and up again. I place my other hand over his shaft and slide down, until I reach his balls. I grab both inside of my hand and start to massage them gently, rolling them. I feel him tense up, and I am encouraged to put my fingers to work. I release his balls, and slowly graze my fingernails over them, ever so lightly. I continue to do so, as I slide my hand down his shaft. I bring my hand back to the tip of the head and form a fist again as I reach the end. I place my lips over my fist, at the thumb. I slowly move my hand down, with my mouth following. My lips tighten as they reach the very tip of the head. I envelope him inside of me, and suck as I taste his pre-cum. I move over the crown and jack it with my mouth. His breathing hastens. I squeeze his balls and push them up to the base of the shaft. I slide my mouth down the side of his cock, gripping it between my tongue and my wet lips until I reach his balls. I suck one in, and then another. I slowly suck them and squeeze my lips together and gently pull back. I repeat sucking them in and massaging them with my tongue. I work my way back up to his rigid shaft and lick him to the head. I grab it with my mouth and continue to swallow him until my lips reach his groin. He is submerged in my throat, and I can’t breathe. I move my head back and forth, toying with his rod. He starts to grunt and groan. I slowly pull back and accelerate my momentum, up and down the length of him. I feel his balls tighten and I start to suck him harder and quicker. He still has my hair in his grip and is furiously fucking my face. His breath is heavy grunts now, and I am watching him as he stares down at me and says, “Taste my salt like the dirty whore you are!!” I feel his cock swell and I pull my mouth back and start to rapidly bob on the head. He shoots rope of cum into my mouth. He is stroking his dick as he does. It is thick, hot and creamy. I savor every drop and continue to drain him until nothing is left. He releases my hair, steps back and brings his hand around to my chin. He pulls it up to face him, and I smile. “My good girl. But I’m not done with you yet,” he says, with a grin on his face. I am grateful and reply, “Thank you Sir.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the end of the table and bends me over it. My legs are spread, and my arms are laid out before me. I feel my creamy grool soaking my cunt. He places his fingers inside my pussy lips and starts to run them up and down, massaging me. My entire body shivers, the touch nearly pushes me to climax. I push my hips back to press harder against his fingers. He pushes them deep inside of me and I inhale sharply and gasp.
He continues to alternate between finger fucking me and rubbing my pussy lips. I fuck his fingers each time as he enters me. My breath is heavier and quicker. He slides his thumb up and presses hard against my clit, swollen and hard, then pressing in a circular motion. I start thrusting my hips in search of his fingers. He enters them inside of my cunt as he massages my clit. I can feel the walls of my wet pussy dancing on his fingers. I beg him, “Put your tongue in my pussy, let me cum in your mouth. I need to cum in your mouth.” He slaps me hard against my ass. I shriek in pain, as I am startled. He tells me that only he decides what he will do, and he continues to slap my ass hard and furiously. He starts to finger fuck me again, but deep, hard and fast.
I am gasping for air, moaning loudly. I feel so close to cumming, my knees feel weak. He stops and I’m taken by surprise. I then feel his lips against my dripping wet pussy, his tongue burying down into my tight hole. He pulls out and pushes his thumb deep into me, soaking it with my sweet, creamy grool. Then he starts rimming my asshole, and returns to fucking my hot cunt with his tongue. I start to move into him, fucking his face. His tongue thrusts deep inside of me, I am so eager to cum. I feel a sharp pain as I realize he is pushing his thumbs into my asshole. I shriek, because the pain is hard, but there is an unexplained pleasure that I am not familiar with.
My hips start to fuck his thumbs, as I push myself to climax. He continues to suck on my pussy, fucking me with his tongue. I can’t bear it anymore and I know I am ready. As if to read my mind, he says, “Cum for your Master now! Cum you fucking slut!” My pussy is on fire, pulsating and throbbing as I release every ounce of passion in my being. My breathing has turned into loud moans, and gasps. The euphoria is pure ecstasy as I am relieved of my desires.
He takes me by the hips and slowly turns me around. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. I am weak and unstable. My knees want to buckle. He looks me in the eye and kisses me slow, hard and passionately. It is the first kiss shared between us. The kiss I had to earn. He smiles and says, “Good baby girl.” I form an exhausted smile and tell him, “Thank you Sir… Thank you” as I lay my head on his chest.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bm56uv/happy_endings_my_first_post_here_and_my_first
Great story! Perfect pacing. Very nicely done!