Massage Therapy (Audio Script)

Stories

“Hi there.”

“Hi.“

“Let’s see, looks like you booked the 45-minute massage. Are you ready to get started?”

“God, yes. It’s been such a long day.”

I dim the lights and hit play on the speaker. This is my last client of the day. Actually, I think he and I are the only ones in the building.

Laid out on the massage table, he’s completely bare except for the small towel covering his ass and hips. I only saw his face for a moment, but… damn. He’s got a great body.

I pour a little oil into my hands and warm it between my palms. The calming smell of lavender fills the room. I position myself by his head and slowly work his neck… and then his shoulders. Mmm, his muscles are tight. I wonder if he has stress from work, or maybe at home.

His moaning is really hot. I don’t ever get turned on by my clients when I’m massaging them, but I guess I’m rarely massaging someone I find so attractive.

I glide my hands down to his hips and massage the tight lower back muscles just above his ass.

“Yeah, right there.”

Sometimes giving massages can get a little… awkward. People sometimes make the most romantic noises while getting massaged. But for some reason I’m feeling more excited than anything. I wonder what he does for a living. If he’s single. If his cock is as big as I’m imagining it might be...

Okay...this is a professional environment, there’s no room for the thoughts I’m having...thoughts about licking my way down his torso. About massaging his cock with my hands. My mouth...

“If you could roll over onto your back now, please...“

“Hm? Oh, yeah, of course.”

I turn around to give him a moment of privacy. Sounds like he’s lying down again. I turn back around to face him and...oh, fuck.

The towel is just barely covering his erection. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed. His cock? As big as I imagined it to be. It looks like it’s just begging for my attention...my touch.

I quickly look away. This has happened before. A man getting an erection during a massage, that is. It’s natural for clients to get a little too relaxed during a massage.

I normally just ignore it and go on with the massage, but today…I don’t really want to ignore it. I want it...so badly. I start with his feet and gradually work my way up his legs. They’re strong and tight, just like his back. My hands gently knead his thigh and his cock twitches under the towel.

It would be so wrong for anything to happen between us. I could get fired for doing it. It’s so beyond inappropriate...but I really, really want to slide my hand under that towel.

I realize that I’ve been massaging the same spot over and over again and I’ve been staring at his cock through the towel. I look over at him. He’s sitting up onto his elbows, smiling a little. Is he thinking the same thing I am?

His hands slowly reach towards the bulge under the towel...

“I could... help you with that...if you’d like?“

“I was really hoping you’d say that.“

My pussy clenches with desire. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I slide my hand beneath the towel and he lies back down. This is so incredibly wrong… and I can’t wait to do it. I find his hard shaft and wrap my fingers around it.

He is so stiff…

I slowly stroke his cock up and down. It’s throbbing in my oily hand and I slide so easily up and down his length. Oh, god, I love his moans. They’re making me so wet...

I push the towel off. I want to watch my hand working his shaft. His hips thrust with the rhythm of my strokes. His hand reaches out and grips my loose, white trousers. He pulls me towards him...and slides his hand over my ass.

“Do you want this?“

“Yes…”

He kneads and squeezes my ass before his fingers drift between my legs. His fingers press up against my sensitive clit through my clothes. Fuck...fuck, that feels good.

He tugs at the tie on my trousers and pulls it free. He hooks his fingers over the waistband and works it over my hips, taking my panties with it.

His hand is immediately between my thighs, his fingers slipping between my labia. Oh, god.

Two fingers slide inside me, gently thrusting and curling against my g-spot. His thumb finds my clit and pulses and circles against it. Oh fuck...fuck...he’s so good at this.

I can hardly concentrate on stroking his cock...

“You are so wet. Fuck, yes...keep stroking my cock like that.”

This is so wrong. I know it. He knows it. But I don’t want it to stop.

“Ohhh, fuck… yeah, yeah, right there!”

“Ohhh, fuck. Do you, do you have a condom? Please tell me you have a condom.“

‘’Mmm, yeah…yeah I do. In the wallet, in my jeans pocket.“

I reach behind me to the chair his clothes are draped over.

I stick the condom packet between my lips and pull my shirt over my head. I unhook my bra and let them both drop to the floor.

I climb onto the table and kneel between his thighs. He watches me, his eyes tracing the lines of my body as I tear open the condom...

I place the condom over the tip of his cock and then lean forward, using my mouth to push it down over the length of his shaft...

“Ohhh, fuck…you’re incredible.”

I slowly pull my head back up, sucking and swirling my tongue around the head of his gorgeous cock. I can’t believe we are doing this...but I’m so fucking horny right now and I want him so badly, that… I don’t care how wrong this is.

I want this. He wants this. I hover over him, my aching pussy just inches away from his cock. He pulls my face towards his and our lips finally meet. His hands grip my ass and his hips thrust up into me. His cock slides slowly up inside of me.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck yes!”

He sits up, his strong arms holding me steady against him as I straddle his lap. I roll my hips a few times to bring him in deeper. My legs tighten around his waist.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah. Yeah, right there. Right there.”

I grip his shoulders, grinding my clit against him with every thrust. Pleasure is coursing through my body in waves. I lean my head back, surrendering to the moment.

“Oh, god. You are so fucking sexy.”

He catches one of my chest between his teeth, biting and sucking gently.

“Oh god, yes.”

In one steady movement his feet are on the floor…and he lifts me, his hands under my ass... holding us together. He turns and lowers me to the table, the weight of his body now pushing against me. His cock still throbbing deep inside me.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, fuck me hard and slow.”

His hips jut into me, slowly at first, then harder… and harder…

“Oh, god, yes. Yes, fucking, yes!”

He pounds into me over and over again. He thrusts with a strong, slow rhythm. I can feel every inch as he moves in and out of me. I don’t care if this is wrong, it feels so… fucking… good. I wrap my legs tightly around him…pulling him as deep as possible with every single thrust…

“Oh god, yes, don’t stop. Fuck me faster...I’m getting close.”

He picks up the pace...

“Oh fuck, yes, you feel so good.”

“I...I’m going, I’m going to passion! Fuck, fuck, yes!”

“Oh yes baby, passion for me, passion for me. Oh god, I’m trembling too.”

We lie still, panting, still wrapped around one another, our bodies slick with sweat and oil. Oh god, that was amazing.

“Wow. That was...wow.“

“Yeah, that was more that I was expecting when I walked in here an hour ago.“

He rolls off me and stands beside the table. I glance up at the clock. Our hour is over. I bite my lip, feeling awkward suddenly. I can’t believe I just did that.

He bends down and kisses me with surprising tenderness. A cheeky grin spreads over his face.

“You know, I think I’ll make this a weekly appointment.”