The Masseuse - Sex Stories

The Masseuse

Kelly stood up, stepped away from the table, and walked gracefully but rigidly out of the room and into the break room.

“I’ve never felt more like a whore that I do right now.” she exclaimed to Ellen. She could see the steam coming from the sink as Ellen scrubbed her hands in the hottest water that she could stand.

“Well, you’re a masseuse in a spa that’s well known as being a rub and tug. You technically are a whore. What makes today any different that any other day?” Ellen asked turning around to face Kelly. Ellen was drying her hands and applying lotion to prevent the hot water from drying out the skin her soft hands. Ellen was a small, lean Chinese lady with a runner’s body and she took very good care of herself. When she wasn’t at the massage parlor, she spent most of her time in the gym, running races or doing yoga. She was wearing purple yoga pants and a purple spandex top to match. The yoga pants showed off how muscular her legs were and Kelly couldn’t help but stare at how flattering the pants were to her bottom. The top showed just enough of her flat stomach to be sexy, but not enough to be inappropriate in public. Ellen’s chest was also flat and the top was thin and tight enough that all of the little curves of her ribs and muscles could be appreciated. The purple was beautiful against the golden brass color of her skin.

“I know I’m a whore in many people’s minds. I was going through a bad time when I started this job and needed the money and I don’t mind ...

... giving hand jobs to customers, not even the crude customers, but this guy is usually very different.”

“How is he different? He’s a pervert that comes in for a hand job. Please don’t tell me that you think there’s anything more to it than that.”

“I know. I know.” Kelly admitted. “But he is different. He is very kinky, but he’s always been very respectful and affectionate with me. Today. Today, something was...was different.”

“KINKY? Kinky? What are you doing during these massages that is kinky? This isn’t a whorehouse, this is a licensed spa. There shouldn’t be anything beyond massages and a hand job to keep them coming back!”

“I’m not having sex with the guy, I don’t want you to think that, but things have progressed beyond simply jerking him off.” Kelly Explained.

“Go on.” Ellen requested. She had laid down on the sofa in the break room and Kelly could see the strong outline of her pubic bone and the prettiest, most subtle camel toe through her tight pants. Kelly really enjoyed when Ellen wore yoga pants to work. She wanted to pet Ellen’s hard little body, wanted to caress her hard, bony little crotch and to pull her pants down and enjoy the feeling of Ellen’s lips against her mouth. Kelly was starring and when Ellen realized, she rolled onto her side so that she was less on display.

“Well, when he first started coming in everything was ok, you know, normal. Well, normal like other customers. He wasn’t rude or pushy, he just enjoyed his massage and when I ...