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I am laying face down on a maple massage table with towel over my butt. She walks in, very business like, in white shorts, sneakers and t-shirt with no bra. Her blonde hair is back in a ponytail, and she carries a clipboard, towel and bottle of warming massage oil. She greets me, as “Sir”, makes a note on her clipboard, sets it down, uncaps the oil, and begins her professionally talented work on my neck and shoulders. As I begin to relax and melt under her ministrations, she works her way down my spine, skipping over the towel, and begins kneading my aching buttocks, which I have abused by upping the weight stack on the leg press machine by 40% this afternoon. I softly moan, as her strong fingers work the lactic acid tension from my glutes, and with that, she lets her fingers stray, shall we say, a bit ‘non-professionally’. As my grunts and moans turn into soft growls, she laughs a short, terse laugh of satisfaction and taps my shoulder indicating that I am to turn over…. Which I do .. she lets the towel slide to the floor, and smiling at my uncontrollable turgidity, places her thumb and fingertips on my forehead and cheeks, working out the tension and, well, my involuntary gallant response ( OK, fine, so I read ‘The Pearl’, and am plagiarizing, sue me. Heh.) Nest, she slips her talented fingertips under my neck, molding me into the totally compliant, relaxed mass of male flesh that is her goal…. And then, in an abrupt and shocking change of pace she takes my now soft and unsuspecting cock head between her luscious, warm moist lips, making me cry out in shock and unspeakable pleasure…. Minutes later, I erupt into her hungry hot mouth, as her left hand encircles and tugs my balls, her right index finger having found its oil-slick way to my prostate, stroking and massaging the last streams from my throbbing cock. She then lays the towel over my hips, and with a satisfied soft smile, makes a note on her clipboard, and leaves the room, closing the door quietly as I drift off into Nirvana. Ten minutes later, I wake, smile, arise from the table, and put on the white shorts, t –shirt, and cross trainer shoes I left there thirty minutes ago. Grabbing the clipboard from the wall peg, I walk purposefully from the small private room, down the hall, and enter Room #4, where I find her lying on the massage table, naked but for the towel across her lovely hips. I smile, make a note on my clipboard, and reach for the bottle of warming oil on the table…..

Created by: HomeCookin
Original Starting post for this thread:

I am laying face down on a maple massage table with towel over my butt.

She walks in, very business like, in white shorts, sneakers and t-shirt with no bra.  Her blonde hair is back in a ponytail, and she carries a clipboard, towel and bottle of warming massage oil.

She greets me, as “Sir”, makes a note on her clipboard, sets it down, uncaps the oil, and begins her professionally talented work on my neck and shoulders.

As I begin to relax and melt under her ministrations, she works her way down my spine, skipping over the towel, and begins kneading my aching buttocks, which I have abused by upping the weight stack on the leg press machine by 40% this afternoon.

I softly moan, as her strong fingers work the lactic acid tension from my glutes, and with that, she lets her fingers stray, shall we say, a bit ‘non-professionally’.

As my grunts and moans turn into soft growls, she laughs  a short, terse laugh of satisfaction and taps my shoulder indicating that I am to turn over….

Which I do .. she lets the towel slide to the floor, and smiling at my uncontrollable turgidity, places her thumb and fingertips on my forehead and cheeks, working out the tension and, well, my  involuntary gallant response ( OK, fine, so I read ‘The Pearl’, and am plagiarizing, sue me. Heh.)

Nest, she slips her talented fingertips under my neck, molding me into the totally compliant, relaxed mass of male flesh that is her goal….

And then, in an abrupt and shocking change of pace she takes my now soft and unsuspecting cock head between her luscious, warm moist lips, making me cry out in shock and unspeakable pleasure….

Minutes later, I erupt into her hungry hot mouth, as her left hand encircles and tugs my balls, her right index finger having found its oil-slick way to my prostate, stroking and massaging the last streams from my throbbing cock.

She then lays the towel over my hips, and with a satisfied soft smile, makes a note on her clipboard, and leaves the room, closing the door quietly as I drift off into Nirvana.

Ten minutes later, I wake, smile, arise from the table, and put on the white shorts, t –shirt, and cross trainer shoes I left there thirty minutes ago.

Grabbing the clipboard from the wall peg, I walk purposefully from the small private room, down the hall, and enter Room #4, where I find her lying on the massage table, naked but for the towel across her lovely hips.  I smile, make a note on my clipboard, and reach for the bottle of warming oil on the table…..

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User Details are only visible to members.	I am laying face down on a maple massage table with towel over my butt. She walks in, very business like, in white shorts, sneakers and t-shirt with no bra. Her blonde hair is back in a ponytail, and she carries a clipboard, towel and bottle of warming massage oil. She greets me, as “Sir”, makes a note on her clipboard, sets it down, uncaps the oil, and begins her professionally talented work on my neck and shoulders. As I begin to relax and melt under her ministrations, she works her way down my spine, skipping over the towel, and begins kneading my aching buttocks, which I have abused by upping the weight stack on the leg press machine by 40% this afternoon. I softly moan, as her strong fingers work the lactic acid tension from my glutes, and with that, she lets her fingers stray, shall we say, a bit ‘non-professionally’. As my grunts and moans turn into soft growls, she laughs a short, terse laugh of satisfaction and taps my shoulder indicating that I am to turn over…. Which I do .. she lets the towel slide to the floor, and smiling at my uncontrollable turgidity, places her thumb and fingertips on my forehead and cheeks, working out the tension and, well, my involuntary gallant response ( OK, fine, so I read ‘The Pearl’, and am plagiarizing, sue me. Heh.) Nest, she slips her talented fingertips under my neck, molding me into the totally compliant, relaxed mass of male flesh that is her goal…. And then, in an abrupt and shocking change of pace she takes my now soft and unsuspecting cock head between her luscious, warm moist lips, making me cry out in shock and unspeakable pleasure…. Minutes later, I erupt into her hungry hot mouth, as her left hand encircles and tugs my balls, her right index finger having found its oil-slick way to my prostate, stroking and massaging the last streams from my throbbing cock. She then lays the towel over my hips, and with a satisfied soft smile, makes a note on her clipboard, and leaves the room, closing the door quietly as I drift off into Nirvana. Ten minutes later, I wake, smile, arise from the table, and put on the white shorts, t –shirt, and cross trainer shoes I left there thirty minutes ago. Grabbing the clipboard from the wall peg, I walk purposefully from the small private room, down the hall, and enter Room #4, where I find her lying on the massage table, naked but for the towel across her lovely hips. I smile, make a note on my clipboard, and reach for the bottle of warming oil on the table…..
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