Confessions of an underaged massage therapist - Sex Stories

Confessions of an underaged massage therapist

... since I didn’t have to worry about a mess. Rob was easy to clean up after, and he gave me excellent tips. I made sure that when he wanted an appointment, I would be there, eager to see him.

Chapter 3 – Getting deeper into my work.

I had women customers, on rare occasions. Most were older, overweight and unattractive. They were no fun to massage. And I never wanted to give those types a happy ending. The idea repulsed me. But one time, a petite lady who came in for a massage, was extra friendly to me. She told me how pretty I was and that she liked that I could speak English. She did not want an Asian girl since most spoke only broken English. She did not like the difficulty in communicating with them.

She got undressed, and lay face down on the table, as I came into the room. This lady was chatty and spoke constantly while face down. I worked her shoulders, then her back and hips, as a normal part of my massage. She raised up, leaning on her elbows, hesitated, then asked if it would be OK for her to get a little extra attention from me? She smiled and I knew what she needed. I smiled back and told her to turn over. She had nice breasts and large nipples, so I began massaging them. She cooed softly, and touched my hair as I bent over and suckled her. I had a nipple in my mouth as my hand traced a line down to her cunt. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. My fingers explored further and found her wet, sloppy pussy, dripping in anticipation. I circled her clit with the ...

... tip of my middle finger, and she groaned in pleasure. “yes, yes, oh gawd, right there”, she mumbled.

Some women want to be fingered, while others just want their clit massaged. This lady wanted to be penetrated, so she pushed my finger inside her slit. I stood up and moved down to where I could get a better angle to her crotch. She spread her legs apart and raised up her hips slightly to add to my access. I inserted a couple of fingers inside her twat and used my other hand to continue massaging her clit. Her breathing sped up and her moans were getting louder. She mumbled “more fingers, please” so I eased four into her, and rubbed my thumb against her clit. Moments later she erupted in a powerful climax and squirted out juice all over my hand. I slowed down my assault on her cunt and eased my hand from her hole. I looked at her and she said “Oh goodness, that was perfect. Oh, my….” She has since become one of my regulars.

My client, Rob, mentioned previously, was getting more adept at communicating what he really wanted as we became more familiar with each other. I would always do what he asked, and he started to feel more comfortable in asking.

He would be on his belly as I worked his thighs and hips and played a bit with his asshole. The usual stuff. And he would raise up a bit on his knees, and sort of coax me into inserting a finger in his ass. I would do that, and then stroke his dick with my other hand, pulling it downward. “Oh yea, milk me Sweetie, milk that ...