Tre's Massage Therapy Ch. 04

It was Emily Zhang's first official week at work. It started off normally with us handing off clients to her to get her started. Krysten and I both had waiting lists, so we could afford to be generous. We gave her a variety of people to treat. After her last appointment on Friday afternoon, the three of us went out for drinks. We chatted about how Emily had fared, told stories of the interesting people we had massaged, and Krysten told a particularly funny account of how one of her signature massage clients had accidentally gotten cum in her hair. 

Emily brought up how she was looking forward to getting started on those appointments. Just last night she had practiced her techniques on me. I had heartily signed off on her beginning to take on signature massage clients. Due to her being open to both male and female patients, Maribel, our receptionist and a beautiful woman in her own right had booked with Emily for this coming Monday. Maribel had confessed to me that she was going to get a full Brazilian tomorrow in anticipation of her upcoming pleasure. I had laughed at her nervousness. Who knows, maybe a romance could develop between them both. 

As for my own clients, I had two special appointments on Monday, back to back. Typically I had only taken one per day, preferably at the end of the workday not to wear myself out. There was a certain emotional toil that a signature massage took on me. So this was almost an experiment as to what my energy levels would look like after the fact. 

The first signature massage was with a thirty-eight-year-old woman, recently divorced. It was a little odd for me to be working with a client in such an intimate way who was almost twice my age. But I was delighted I had allowed her to book with me when I met her that day. She was beautiful. Flawless skin, a warm smile, and a chest that practically screamed for attention were all features I was quick to notice. However as she told me her story, I saw that this kind woman deserved a little extra special attention from me. 

"Well thanks for setting up an appointment, Ms. Cooper. I am grateful for the trust you've shown us today. I can promise you a powerful and pleasurable experience that should free you of tension and help you find that fresh start you're looking for." 

"Oh, please call me Jada. I'm tired of hearing the name Cooper these days." 

"Absolutely, Jada. Whatever makes you comfortable. Here at Therapy with Tre, our goal is to always leave our clients better than we found them." I was not going to ask her what she meant by her comment about her last name. But she shared anyway.

"Recently, my husband decided that he wasn't happy anymore. And off he went. Wasn't even another woman or nothing. Just... left with a suitcase and got on the bus."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." And I was. The way she had shaken my hand told me a lot about her. She was a confident woman, but not trying to take control of anyone else. Then again, I was a stranger. Could be that she was two-faced. But mine wasn't the job of a therapist or priest. My job was to give her the greatest afternoon of her year. 

I left the room so that Jada could disrobe and make herself comfortable. Upon her calling out to me, I reentered with some anticipation. She was lying facedown on the table and her curvy body positively grabbed my attention. The swell of her ass, the suppleness of her legs, and the way her braids fell around her ears made me start to rise with excitement. But I took a breath and did my normal routine. The music was playing, warmed oil, and a gentle squeeze of her hand before I began. 

The normal part of the massage went by like a flash. I might've dripped a bit more oil down the crack of her ass than was necessary, but could you blame me? Normally once I was done wrapping up the backside, I had the client turn over so I could finish the standard service and begin the signature portion of our time together. But today I had a flash of insight. I started massaging her gluteus maximus once more, but quickly made my way towards the pucker of her asshole. As I worked my fingers into her private regions, she naturally let her legs drift apart, revealing a freshly shaved pussy. But before having my hands descend that way, I started applying the pressure to her anus the same way that Krysten had started doing with me. Jada made a soft and erotic sound as the tip of my finger penetrated her. I let my other hand slip lower and started spreading her lips. The wetness from the warmed oil started mixing with her natural juices. Jada's breathing changed and became charged with sensual energy. 

At this point, I asked her to turn around slowly. She rolled and revealed an incredible and luscious body. Her areolas were large and dark with nipples hardened with arousal. Her stomach was full and sensual, perfect to be held. She had a neatly trimmed bush perfectly framing a lovely pussy. 

I placed her legs on the sidebars I had available underneath the massage table. This put her womanhood on full display and allowed me to get to the most important and fun part of the service. I stole a glance at the clock and saw I only had fifteen minutes left. I needed more time, but my schedule was full. Already I knew to not schedule these sessions in the middle of the day anymore. Jada's body positively demanded more attention. 

But I had to make do, so I spread her lips apart with two fingers and ever so gently applied pressure to her clit. Small circles of my thumb soon had her bucking her hips in pleasure, begging through words and body to be fucked. I obliged with my other thumb. She practically started ramming her body onto my two thumbs, trying to get the pressure she obviously craved. It was an awkward position for my body, but it felt right in the moment. Lastly, I took the pointer finger of my lower hand and inserted it into her asshole once more. Within seconds she was crying out in pleasure and cumming with wrist-breaking force. I felt her pussy clench down on my thumb and her anus clamp onto my finger. Her lubricant poured out of her like a faucet creating a small puddle underneath her. 

Eventually, she calmed down and her holes released my trapped appendages. It was a glorious feeling to literally feel her body give me permission to leave. She had taken from me what she needed. I washed my hands and started cleaning up from the session as she recovered. 

"Well, Jada, that brings our session to a close. It was an absolute pleasure getting to work on you and I hope to see you again sometime real soon." 

"Shit, Tre. That was the hardest I think I've ever cum. Here's an extra hundred dollars for your extraordinary efforts. I will see you next week!" 

She left my room and I pocketed the money. I had the best fucking job in the world. But I couldn't enjoy myself or enjoy the afterglow. My next signature massage was starting in twenty minutes and I had a lot of work to do in order to have a professional workstation for her. This client was one I had had before, a woman in her early thirties who worked in finance. She had wavy brown hair, smaller breasts, shapely legs, and one of the most erotic orgasms I had ever seen. Her name was Danielle and I had been working on her for a few months now. 

I finished prepping the room just in time for the knock on the door. I welcomed Danielle at the door and received a quick peck on the lips for my trouble. She shucked her clothes and sat on the bed, completely unconcerned with how her body might look. She was there to be relaxed and blasted into the stratosphere. She had been begging me for the last month to just have sex with her and with each session we progressed closer and closer to that forbidden domain. She was a strong woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. But I knew I couldn't cross that line with her. I needed to maintain a strict separation between work and fun. It was bad enough that Darlene, my first signature client, and I regularly had sex together. I had promised myself I wouldn't do such a thing again. But... Danielle was tempting, I have to admit. 

I began my regular massage on her back and legs though I might have rushed through it a bit. Her ass was always an enjoyable portion of the massage, but today I was particularly wanting to work on her other erogenous zones. So when she flipped and I got to rake my gaze over her naked body, I decided to work a bit more on her breasts, armpits, and the areas surrounding her vulva. It wasn't long before I felt Danielle get worked up. She was easily arousable. 

I had placed her legs off to the side, giving me unimpeded view of her clit and labia. I found pressure points that I liked to activate and began digging the pads of my fingers into those. Danielle relaxed into my touch and began breathing deeply through the different waves of release she experienced. Once I felt her body fully relax, I changed the method of touch. I drew my thumbs up and down her slit with gentleness in mind. She shivered with anticipation as I pulled her labia apart revealing her swelling clit. I ever so slightly dragged the pad of my pointer finger down over her most sensitive spot and Danielle positively gasped with delight. I added more oil to my hands, silently thanking the gods for massage oil safe for internal usage, and inserted the tip of my finger inside her. Danielle typically preferred clitoral stimulation, but I think I was convincing her that some men did in fact know how to make a woman cum from penetration. I went slowly and only went in an inch before pulling my finger back out. I knew to really make her feel good I was going to have to build her up into a frenzy. 

I checked the clock. How in the hell could time have gone this quickly? I was almost out of time. But I couldn't rush it. 

I paired the gentle fingering with a circular rhythm on her clit. Her moanings intensified. 

I pushed my finger deeper, curling it up into her G-spot. Her hips bucked towards me. 

I added a second finger and commenced the scooping motion. Her juices flowed.

"Get your tongue on me. Now, Tre!" Her voice demanded. I obeyed. 

I replaced my finger with my tongue and resumed the pattern I had started. Her breathing was rapid fire and her back was arching off the table. You could tell she was about to burst into a climax so strong that I could only dream of having one like it. Her juices were tangy, strong, and well mingled with the coconut oil I use. Not my favorite tasting pussy, but not a bad one by any means. I realized Danielle was at the point where she needed me to shift it into high gear in order to send her over the cliff. I lost the pattern with my tongue and started lapping away at her clit. My two fingers were fully inside her and come-hithering away on her G-spot. Her voice crescendoed into a full-blown scream as she orgasmed so deliciously into my mouth. I pulled back and withdrew my digits as I sensed her body heading towards overload. 

I stepped away from the table and wiped my face and hands off. I tended to wait to wash my hands (and now face) until the client was out of the room. I never wanted them to feel like I was eager to rid myself of their scent or taste. I looked back and saw Danielle pinching her nipples and starting to rub her clit again. My god the woman wanted another orgasm. Then again, if my body could experience that level of pleasure multiple times I would never leave the goddamn house. I stood by and admired her body and technique. She turned her head towards me and started mewling at me. If you've never heard a woman be so desperate for you to touch them that their voices became almost pathetic in desire, then you haven't pleasured a woman enough. I approached the table and she started yanking me close and trying to pull at my pants. But I grabbed her hands and held them back. 

"I'm sorry, Danielle. But your session has to end now. I have other clients to see today. But if you want to..." I couldn't believe I was about to offer this. "I can book you for another session next week at the end of the day so we don't run out of time like this. What do you say?" I let my voice drop into a lower register, a commanding and demanding one that lets a woman know she will be perfectly taken care of by this man. She nodded at me, still clutching at the drawstring on my scrubs. 

"Please can I just taste you at least?" She panted this out as she resumed her frantic motions at her clitoris. You could tell she was trying to get one more orgasm in before getting dressed.

"Next week, Dani. We'll have our fun. But... you can finish up in here. This room smells too much of sex to use it for my next appointment anyway. I'll let you wrap up and leave when ready." I was about to step away but how do you resist licking a pussy when it's so clearly opened up for you. So I thought 'fuck it' and stepped back in front of her. I dove onto her womanhood like a man released from prison and settled her legs on my shoulders. No longer was this a service provided. This was a treat to be taken. I lost all sense of technique and just ate away at this delicious snack set before me. But she didn't care about technique, not anymore. She was just screaming again asking me, no, begging me to fuck her.

I so wished I could but settled for a tongue fucking. I pushed my tongue inside her and pressed my nose into her clit. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, but time ceased its momentum for me as I had my fill and she orgasmed with explosive power. Her legs wrapped around my head, trapping me in this bent-over position. She kept cumming. I sensed her have multiple orgasms within the span of a few seconds. Then she collapsed back with a groan emanating from within her soul. She was satisfied. And I was soaked. My face was covered in her cum, my shirt had wet spots from the splashing effect of the intensity of her climaxes, and the table had a swimming pool of her juices. 

I slowly got up from Danielle's entrance, took a mental picture to which I would masturbate later, and cleaned myself up from the mess I had made. 

Well, time to go work on another client. Just another day's work at Therapy with Tre.