Fucking the Massage Therapist

I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up.

All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work.

“Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.”

I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist.

The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way.

I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the massage table where one could put their bag or other personal belongings down. I put my phone on the counter and laid down, facing down. My face was in a little circle padded area and I was looking straight at the floor.

The massage therapist came in a little while later. She had small talk, we both laughed at me trying to do too much in the gym, said she’s heard that a million times. She said if it got too painful, to let her know. She’s a pro, if just let her do the deep massage.

I’m so glad I was looking down through the hole because I was making all sorts of painful faces. I tried to not make any sounds. At least, not any obvious ones.

Keep in mind, this whole time, sex was the last thing on my mind. I was just trying to stay alive! I wanted to check what time it was. I couldn’t tell if 10 minutes had passed, or the full hour. I wanted to know if I was close to being done so that I could pay for extra time. Even though it was painful, I already felt relief in my muscles.

I didn’t lift my head from the hole. I knew my phone was to the side of me on the counter. I reached over, and instead of grabbing my phone, my hand grabbed her ass. She must’ve been grabbing something from the counter and was facing away from me. Fuck. In her scrubs, I could tell this ass was nice and big.

I quickly pulled my hand away and apologized. She giggled to herself a little, and said “it’s okay, I don’t mind.”

I tried to reach over again to grab my phone. I moved my hand to the left a little to avoid her. She must’ve moved to the left as well to avoid me, and I ended up grabbing her ass again.

This time, however, I didn’t pull my hand back. She said she didn’t mind. I gave her ass a squeeze and then a small spank. She gave a little flirty gasp when I spanked her ass.

“I don’t usually do this, and I’m not going to accept any additional payment past the regular massage payment. But you’re cute. You make me laugh. Do I have consent to touch you?” She asked.

“Yes, please do. Touch me. But also, do I have consent to touch you?”

There was a pause. I could hear her walking towards the door. “Fuck,” I thought.

I heard the door lock. The room was dead quiet. The lock was loud.

“You can touch me,” she said.

I could only see the floor through the little hole. I had not gotten up yet. She threw her shirt on the floor next to the hole, making sure I could see it. Then, a bra landed on top of it. My dick was getting so hard.

I tried to get up to get a better look, but she pushed me back down on the table. She got on top of the table, put some oil on her hands, and began to massage my back. She rubbed up and down.

I was rock hard, but also extremely relaxed. She rubbed up and down on my body. Then, she leaded forward. She began to rub my back up and down with her chest. I could feel her soft tits across my back. Her nipples we’re starting to get hard, and I could feel them on my back as well.

She got off slowly. Then she walked around me. She had me flip over. She then removed the towel, painfully slow. My dick was standing straight up.

She grazed my dick with her fingers ever so slightly and then poured some oil on her hand. She began to move up and down on my cock. Her little hand gripped me but the oil made it slippery. I reached over and squeezed one of her boobs, then the other.

I moved my hands down her body and began to reach into her pants. She stopped me. Instead, she pulled her pants and panties down, then went back to stroking my dick. I moved my hand between her legs and started to feel the outside of her pussy. I spread her lips and then began to push a finger inside her. She rubbed my dick faster and faster.

I stopped fingering her. With my wet finger, I pressed it against her clit and began to rub it fast in circles. She began to gasp and pant while stroking my dick. I was rock hard. I could feel my dick pulsing in her hand.

I rubbed her clit until she stopped stroking my cock. Instead, she used one hand to grab onto my arm and the other hand to squeeze one of her tits. She squatted just a little to give me a better angle to her clit. She moaned and moaned until she fucking came all over my hand.

I pulled my hand away slowly. Then, I tasted her pussy off my fingers. Fuck, that made me so horny. I looked up at her and she looked devilishly hot.

She climbed back on the table with me. She lifted one leg over my body and sunk down on my cock. Fuck. Her pussy was soaking wet.

She held onto my chest and began to ride my dick. She did NOT hold back. She started by grinding back and forth. She made sure to push her tits together so I’d have a great view of her tits. Then, she started to bounce up and down.

I gripped her waist and lifted her up and down in my cock like a fuck doll. Her tits bounced with every bounce. Goddamn, I was going to fucking cum! I tapped her on her thighs to indicate I was going to cum. She quickly pulled me out and began to stroke my dick.

She rubbed my dick up and down fast until I fucking came all over us. Half of it landed in my stomach. The other half was her tits and belly.

She got off me and used a nearby warm wet towel to clean us both off. I spanked her ass one more time. She helped me get dressed and said she’d take payment now. Again, she was super adamant about this not being a usual thing they do.

When I got the receipt, I thanked her and left. Something told me to look at the receipt again. On the back, it said “if we’re going to do this again, it won’t be here ;) “

So next time we fuck, it won’t be in a massage therapy setting. I waited a couple days, then sent her a message.

The message said, “I want to see you again, but this time, let’s meet at the bar. If you can give me a massage at home, drinks on me. Seems like a fair trade ;)”

She responded with, “buy me the drinks first, then we’ll see how the night goes ;)”