The other day I was injured from work.
You know how it is, guys. I’m sure you’ve pulled a muscle in your arm jerking off before…haven’t you?
Well, it was my first time pulling a muscle jerking (a client) off, and wow, my shoulder and arm hurt badly!
I had to take a few days off work to heal, so I thought I should get myself a massage for a change.
Little did I know that I was in for the massage of my life.
Having worked in the sex industry since 1997, I’ve made quite a few sex worker friends.
I asked around for a good (sexy) male masseuse, and a few different ladies recommended Dean.
“He’s the only person I go to,” said a friend I trust.
My guy gave me the go ahead, so off I went to get my own sensual massage.
I was nervous and excited on the day of the appointment!
As always, I was nicely shaved (except for my usual “airstrip”) and wearing this beautiful perfume that a client gave me (Michael Kors “Sheer”).
Dean opened his door, and I’m sure my mouth dropped open. He was beautiful!
Well-groomed and muscular, he wore a blue t-shirt (that brought out his eyes) and sweat pants. The sweat pants immediately caused me to have naughty thoughts.
I could smell his cologne as he hugged me in greeting; and it sent little flutters straight to my pussy. I love the smell of men’s cologne.
I wondered if I’d be allowed to touch him.
My first impression of Dean was that he had a great personality. He smiled at me and made eye contact when he spoke.
He listened to me too, which was refreshing. I find that a lot of men don’t really listen when I speak, so when they do, I notice.
Things just got better from there. Dean told me to undress and lie face-down on a massage table. The room was cozy with candles and soft R&B music.
While I undressed, Dean left the room to give me some privacy. He returned shortly and closed the door behind him.
He was naked. And let me just say this: Yum.
He adjusted the volume of the music up and within a few moments I was lost to the melody and the sensation of Dean’s hands on my body.
I’m five foot nothing, 100 lbs. Dean’s large hands covered whole sections of my body at a time.
He used heated oil and spread it out over the whole back of my body before starting with my calves.
Slowly he made his way up each leg, grazing my pussy lips when he reached the top. Each time his fingers grazed me, heat filled my cunt and my heart raced.
To make things worse (ahem, better), he next massaged my ass. His hands were large enough to take my whole butt cheeks in his hands. Dreamy!
His thumbs rubbed the inside creases of my legs and I moaned with arousal, raising my hips to push my pussy at him.
I know. I have no shame.
Dean chuckled while he continued his teasing assault. He moved to my lower back, applying long, strong strokes. Not too hard, not too gentle. His pressure was perfect.
For awhile I literally melted under his hands.
I was still aroused, don’t get me wrong. Especially when he grazed the edge of my breasts. But the relaxation that came over me was stronger.
I was a puddle of woman.
This went on for awhile, Dean massaging my back, legs, ass. Me getting more and more relaxed and horny.
Then he told me to turn over.
He started at my neck and shoulders, moved to my upper chest, and finally began rubbing my breasts. I can’t put it into words how I felt but will only say that my pussy got very wet...very quickly.
He took his time alternating between massaging my neck and shoulders then massaging my tits (my nipples were so hard!). It was incredible. I was beginning to truly relax – mind, body, and soul.
I could describe the whole massage in detail but just writing about it is making me so horny! I must skip ahead to the best part.
When Dean finally began focusing on my cunt, I was insane with desire. My pussy was literally throbbing with want.
And what I wanted was to feel his fingers in me.
But he had just arrived at the sacred triangle and now he took his time getting to the part I yearned for.
First, he massaged my outer lips gently from bottom to top, grazing my clit for several seconds, then down again; repeating this as I thrust and moaned and undulated on his table.
At this point I was practically pushing my cunt onto his fingers.
But Dean continued to tease me, fingering the entrance to my swollen pussy with one hand and caressing my breasts and nipples with the other.
I was going crazy with arousal and desire!
And then it happened. For the first time ever, I came without even having my clit or g-spot touched. “Oh my Goddess!” I told him, “I’m coming!”
“That’s a good girl,” he encouraged me.
It took me several moments to recover from my orgasm and Dean seemed to know what I needed. Slowly and gently he began to tease the soft skin around my clit while sliding his finger in and out of my pussy.
I began rocking my hips in a circular motion against his hand and he started fucking me harder with two fingers while continuing to gently tease my clit with his thumb.
I was soon floating in a blissful state of oblivion, having my g-spot and clit teased simultaneously.
I realized I was closing my eyes, so I opened them in an attempt to stay in control of myself.
There was Dean, standing over me, gazing at me with lust in his eyes and an erection that begged me to touch it.
He saw me looking at his cock, stroked massage oil over himself, and brought it closer to my hand. He then went back to pleasuring me.
I took this as permission and reached out to grasp his cock.
I stroked him as he stroked me. And then I was too close to orgasm to think of anything else. I held mindlessly onto his cock as waves of ecstasy exploded over me and through me and in me.
We played this way till my hour was up. Dean allowed me to bring him to orgasm, as well.
It was an amazing experience.
And you know what? My arm feels better too. So, I'm back to work, boys.
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DISCLAIMER: All my stories are fiction from my horny imagination. Sex stories do not imply full service offerings in my massage practice.