The Happiest of Endings

I had all the supplies to set the scene — the candles, the soft jazz, the sandalwood scented massage oil he likes. I couldn’t wait to see him, my favorite client. The one who makes me laugh, the one who tips the most, the one who makes me feel good about myself just because of the way he looks at me.
The one who makes me want to rip off my clothes when he’s on my table. The one who makes me want to climb on top of him and ride his cock until we both blissfully release the sexual tension that has been brewing between us for months, from the moment he first got naked in my massage room.
I didn’t know if we were going to get that far — maybe not that day, maybe not ever. But I did know it was time to push the boundaries more than they had been already. The laughing, the flirting, the lust-fueled glances were all laying the foundation for what was to come.
And after what happened last time, I knew it was only a matter of time before we took it there.
As much as I wanted him, I always tried to keep it professional. I didn’t want to lose control, lose my job, lose my license…all for a little lust. But what else could I do? The way his eyes pierced through me with desire, I could come just thinking of him inside me. As much as I tried to fight the urges, he just kept making the comments, blurring the lines, giving me more things to fight against.
“Is it normal for a client to get an erection while you’re massaging him? Is this technically considered masturbation?” he’d ask.
“How do I measure up to the rest of the men you’ve had on your table?” he’d ask.
“I had a dream about you last night, but I was the one giving you a massage for a change,” he’d tell me.
“I love having your hands all over my body,” he’d tell me.
And then one day, he wouldn’t just tell…he would show.
He was flat on his back on my table and I was sure to keep the sheet strategically draped over him, covering him up so it wouldn’t slip, covering as much of his body as I could so I wouldn’t slip. I rubbed on his feet, and he wiggled slightly as his tickle response got triggered. I worked my way up his leg, trying so hard to ignore the outline of the throbbing hard on inches away from my hands. I tried to steer the conversation to neutral places to keep myself distracted and perhaps get him to calm down so I could do my job.
But there would be no calming down, no reprieve from the distractions he provoked. As I finished his leg and prepared to cover him up again, he strategically moved his body so my hand would land right on top of it, feeling his fleshy desire hard underneath the sheet.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling embarrassed as I quickly moved my hand away. He looked at me intently, his eyes begging me not to neglect his cock, longing for a more erotic touch than I was supposed to give.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” he said, burning through me with his gaze.
He strategically moved his body so my hand would land right on top of it, feeling his fleshy desire hard underneath the sheet.
I gulped. My heart began to pound through my blouse as I fought myself to resist the sweet temptation. I swiftly shuffled to the other side of the table and worked on his other leg, watching him carefully to make sure he didn’t try that stunt again. I felt my heart sink into my chest with disappointment when he didn’t, but the way he glared at me told me he wanted to, he wanted more. And he knew that deep down, I did too.
And that day, we were both going to get it.
I knocked on the door to warn him I was coming in, then quickly locked it behind me as soon as I saw him there. I lit the candles and turned on the music, marveling at the atmosphere I set up for this session — with all the romance of a date in the early stages of a relationship. And I felt just as giddy when I saw his bright eyes, his smile, and the outline of his naked body underneath the sheet. My eyes immediately fixed on his crotch, as much as I tried to hide it. I was disappointed that he wasn’t already hard and ready for me.
But I was about to change that.
“Good morning, Scott,” I said, locking eyes with him.
“Good morning, Carol,” he said cheerfully.
“How have you been?” I asked as my carefully curated playlist appeared to mix seamlessly with the rose scent of the candles.
“Good,” he said. “I got that promotion at work I was telling you about!”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” I responded as I grabbed the sandalwood massage oil and walked toward him.
I began my usual routine: first I lifted up the sheet slightly to expose just a foot. I rubbed a drop of oil in my hand and began to rub his foot attentively, feeling intense anticipation for what was to come. At least I hoped it was to come. Considering what happened the last time I saw him, it was clear he was on board with it, on board with what was to come…on board with me making him come.
We continued chatting about his new job as I moved my hands in circular motions up his leg. I monitored his responses carefully, meticulously pressing my fingertips into his skin. There was nothing yet. Maybe it wasn’t going to happen. Maybe he wasn’t stressed out anymore, so his body wasn’t having the same response to my touch.
As the disappointment began to swell in my chest once again, Scott made his intentions clear.
“You know what I would love, Carol?”
“What?” I asked as I massaged his strong leg.
“I would love for you to celebrate my promotion with me.”
“Oh?” I responded, trying to hide my excitement.
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled off the sheet, revealing his perfect form, looking like something Michelangelo himself chiseled out of stone.
I tentatively scanned him from head to toe, trying not to get too excited about what was going to happen. As much as I wanted to dive right in, I didn’t want to be too reckless about it.
My heart began to pound through my blouse as I fought myself to resist the sweet temptation.
Luckily, Scott took my hand, took the lead, and took me exactly where he wanted me to go. He placed my hand in his, interlacing my oily fingers with his. He guided me onto his crotch and closed my hand around his cock. The feeling of him against my palm was glorious and I began to get wet the second I touched it. Scott moved my hand up and down slowly, and the warmth coming from his skin felt like shots of electricity running through me. I felt him begin to throb in my palm and I couldn’t help but smile, taking pleasure in the knowledge that I still had that effect on him.
Scott smiled back at me and continued to keep his hold on my hand and direct it up and down his throbbing hard on, silently instructing me to stroke him faster. His stiff flesh felt so good and looked so delicious that I couldn’t resist doing what came naturally.
I momentarily released my hand from his grip. I went to the other side of the room, grabbed a stool, and positioned it right in the middle of the table. I sat down and admired Scott’s missile poking straight in the air, beckoning me to give it the pleasure we both desired. My pussy tingled as I thought about how wonderful it would be to feel him deep inside of me. Maybe one day, but until that day, I was going to do the next best thing — the thing my mouth was aching for.
I could see the excitement in his eyes, the anticipation as I slowly moved my head down toward his crotch, admiring the look of his throbbing erection up close and personal. I watched his chest rise and fall as I maneuvered my head to the bottom of his shaft. I started to slowly lick him, inch by inch, until I got to the tip, and then turned around to lick him back down. I took his balls in my hands and began to slowly massage them, massaging Scott like I’d never massaged him before. I heard a slight whimper of Scott’s approval, and continued licking his lusty lollipop of meat and masculinity.
He pulled off the sheet…looking like something Michelangelo himself chiseled out of stone.
The heat of his excitement radiated through his skin and his moans got louder. I took that trip up and down his cock over and over again, slowly dragging my tongue against his veiny flesh each time. Whenever I got to the top, I planted my mouth firmly against the tip, licking his mushroom of desire for a moment, while in the corner of my eye admiring the bliss on his face. I continued teasing him with my tongue, not allowing myself to take his entire length in my mouth.
Scott couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached down, planted his hands in my hair and began to direct me again, firmly pushing my head until he was completely filling my throat. As I began to squeeze my mouth around him, he started massaging my shoulders. I took him in and out of my mouth, getting faster and faster with each cycle up and down his shaft. Scott’s moans got so loud that I was glad I’d turned on the music to drown us out. I was also glad I wasn’t working at one of those spas with surveillance cameras; I could only imagine what my coworkers would have thought about this show.
I continued bobbing up and down him, enjoying the bulging veins in my cheeks, the taste of him, the feel of him digging his strong fingers into my shoulders. I squeezed his balls firmly and watched him as his breathing began to get heavier. He needed that release, so I slowly began trailing my fingers between his butt cheeks until one was nestled firmly in his hole. I continued to squeeze my mouth tightly around his cock, bobbing up and down frantically, and it wasn’t long before his satisfaction was filling my cheeks and trickling down my throat.
He let out a sharp gasp, closed his eyes, and tried to collect himself.
“That was the best massage I’ve ever had,” he said as I moved my stool and walked toward the door.
“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Maybe next time I can show you what else this penis can do,” he said.
“Maybe,” I said with a smile as I stepped out of the room. Id crossed a line, and I couldn’t have been happier.

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