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She was completely nude. She had an even, all over tan on her beautiful, proportional body. As he massaged and caressed her shoulders, and then her back, Mark tried to recall her name.

Was it Kathy? Katie? He finally decided it was Katie. He continued caressing her, then began kneading her muscles with a firm grip, relaxing them. She moaned in satisfaction, “Oh, gawd, you know what you’re doing, don’t you? Can I take you home?”

It was a common comment by women on his massage table. As usual, he chuckled and replied, “Sure thing, gorgeous.”

They both know he did not mean it. She almost meant it, but not really. Her fiancé probably would not appreciate it.

As Mark continued the full body massage, working her thighs and calves, she sighed and moaned occasionally, subconsciously flexing her hips upwards as she became increasingly aroused, her womanhood moist, the scent of her arousal filling the small room.

He was not always fortunate to get such good-looking customers. So, he really appreciated ones like this. The curvature of her buttocks was perfect, her legs toned from working out.

He took his time working on her feet, pressing his thumbs along the bottoms of them. A lot of people did not know the bottoms of a woman’s feet could be an errogenous zone, but he did.

When she rolled over for him to do her front, he was impressed with her medium sized breasts and her flat tummy too. He massaged her arms slowly, then her breasts, careful not to stimulate her nipples, just working the fleshy area around them.

When he got to her midsection, he skipped down to her ankles again and worked his way back up the front of her legs.

He took his time at her thighs. She was still occasionally flexing her buttocks, subconsciously lifting her sex towards him. He gently caressed and massaged around her vulva without touching it… but close enough that her lips were pressing in against her swollen clitoris.

“All done. I hope you enjoyed.”

Katie groaned. She regarded the older man’s physique. He was muscular, but not inordinately so. He had a fantastic bubble butt that had her motor running even before he started with those magic hands.

He was nude also. One of the perks at this exclusive, women’s only establishment.

She sighed softly, “You know damn well what you did to me. How much for you to finish me?”

Mark rested a hand gently on her thigh. He spoke kindly, “That is entirely up to you, depending on how happy you are with the service. I can take care of you with my hands, or I can go down on you. As you can see, I am not permitted to have intercourse with the guests.”

She could see. It was another thing which had turned her on, although his talents as a masseuse would have been enough.

At his midsection was a custom made, clear plastic chastity device which had been locked on by the management. This device was unique, however. It was not a small tube bent downward to prevent an erection. Quite the opposite. It had been made to fit his impressive length and girth while tumescent and pointed straight up with his impressive erection inside. Yet neither he, not a guest, could touch his turgid member.

He escort bursa added for effect, “As you can see, you had an effect on me also.”

Katie sighed again, the lust in her voice apparent. “So, you can take care of me, but you get nothing? Hardly seems fair.”

He smiled in agreement, “They will unlock me at the end of my shift.”

Katie considered the situation. Normally it was reversed, the guy she was with got off and many times she was left wanting. Now the guy was going to take care of her, and by design she did not have to do anything for him. All about her. Worth paying for.

“Fuck, this is hot. Go down on me… please?”

Mark slid a small stool on casters, the kind you would see in a doctor’s office, over to the end of the massage table. He popped a locking tab and slid the section where her legs rested apart. This allowed him to slide ride up to the object of his attentions.

Her plump shaved nether lips glistened with her juices. She was more than ready, more than needy.

Damn he loved his job.

She was SO ready that he could have just dived right to her bud and finished her in a minute. But where was the fun in that? Mark loved cunnilingus, loved the responses he could be illicit from women, and… if he did it up right, wealthy women like Katie paid well.

So, instead he tenderly suckled her inner thighs, slowly working his way up to her labia, increasing her need incrementally even more. Now that this was not “just a massage”, he raised his hands to her breasts and began expertly tweaking her erect nipples.

He was going to raise her to a fever pitch before he allowed her to cum, so that her orgasms would be Earth shattering, not simply relief. There was a fine line between frustrating a woman and ratcheting up the intensity of her arousal. Mark knew where that line was and had experience reading a woman’s reactions so that he stayed on the right side of it.

Eventually, he sucked each of her labia gently into his mouth, sucking on them and bathing then with his tongue.

“Oh, gawwwd… mmmmm…”

Using his pointed tongue, he slowly outlined the perimeters of her sex, then gradually worked his way inward until he had explored every inch.

Katie was unknowingly flexing upwards, wanting his tongue on her bud. Wanting to cum.

Instead, he gave her pleasure by delving his tongue as deep as he could into her canal, lashing upwards as if trying to reach her G-spot. She instinctively pressed against his face, subconsciously trying to help him reach it.

She mewled and whined softly.

Finally, he softened his tongue and massaged her bud with its flattened surface lightly.

“Oh, fuck yeah…”

He began lashing back and forth, up and down, swirling around it while continuing to flick her nipples with his fingers.

Katie clasped her fingers into his hair, practically levitated off of the table and cried out as orgasms overtook her.

He was gentle, but he did not let up, making certain the ecstasy lasted as long as possible.

When she collapsed, her release spent, Mark kissed and ran his tongue over her inner thighs and her outer labia… görükle escort fewer sensitive areas… as she calmed. Katie figured he was just helping her relax, until she felt what his experience had told him would happen.

She felt her arousal return… that tingle, that need… when she thrust herself towards his face, asking for more, please…

He began again, giving her even more powerful orgasms.

“OMG… F-f-f-f-u-c-k! Auugh!”

And then he did it again, and again.

When he finally stood, and she sat up, she looked down at his big, plastic encased member, incredibly hard and pulsing, leaking pre-cum, the picture of unrequited need. He wanted her desperately but could not have her. She felt the arousal all over again. Wordlessly, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face back between her thighs as she fell back.

She rasped, “Again… damn this is empowering… why do I love that you can’t cum??”

This time he dove right in with no preamble, sucking and lashing her swollen clit, although tenderly because she must be tender by now.

He asked, “May I penetrate you with my fingers?”

She almost laughed; he was so businesslike. “Absolutely, please…”

Mark gently inserted two fingers, curled them into a “come hither” angle, and began expertly massaging her G-spot, which he found quickly.

“OMFG!”

Katie found herself building quickly to orgasm, and to unfamiliar sensations of incredible intensity.

Mark recognized the signs, even if she did not. He increased the tempo with his fingers while maintaining contact with her clit as much as he could. Soon she was fucking his face, overwhelmed with what was happening to her.

Then, it happened. She began screaming, she lifted her butt up and Mark held her ass to support her as she came and ejaculated.

She soaked his face and chest, and the room behind him. He loved when he got to service a female ejaculator, it was so rewarding.

Katie was beyond delirious in her ecstasy… it was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had… her first time squirting.

When she collapsed, Mark let her lower body down gently, then got a body towel to cover her. She was nearly unconscious.

When she came around several minutes later, she saw him with a towel and cleanser wiping down the walls she had soaked with her ejaculate. His impressive manhood was still making its plastic cage bounce upwards.

She spoke softly, embarrassed, “OMG, I am so sorry… I’ve never done that before…”

Mark stopped what he was doing and went to her, holding her hand, “You have nothing to apologize for. Not many women get to experience orgasms like that. I love being able to do that for those of you who can. Did you enjoy it?”

She looked at him like he was insane, “Of course I enjoyed it! It was fantastic! Thank you so much.” She kissed him to emphasize her sincerity.

As she dressed and made her way to the front desk, he continued cleaning. The rooms had to be sanitized between clients. Between the mess she had made on the floors, walls, and the cushioned table, in addition to the shower he needed, he would lose nearly an hour before he was available for the next woman.

Oh, well. It was worth it to have given her the experience, and hopefully his erection would have dissipated by then. A woman who watched your member tumesce as a result of touching her usually became aroused. A lady who saw you excited as soon as you entered the room assumed you were a perv.

Mark hoped Katie tipped well, since he would probably have one less client for the day now.

He managed to fit in four more clients for the day. Two for massages only, two wanted happy endings.

None of them had smoking hot bodies like Katie had. But Mark understood he could not be picky. He tried to provide the same terrific experience to all of his clients, regardless of size, age, race, it did not matter. Since the spa was a bit high end, most of the women had the resources to take good care of themselves. He had never come across a guest who smelled bad or had poor hygiene.

Besides, in Mark’s experience, every woman looked beautiful with a blissful expression on their faces during a proper massage. And regardless of their looks otherwise, all of them looked radiant and gorgeous when enraptured by a good orgasm.

Yes, he loved his job.

That evening when he checked out with the boss, he found he’d had a very good day. $3,000 in tips and Katie’s phone number on a piece of perfumed note paper. Katie had been very appreciative, $1500 of that had come from her alone.

He kept the phone number but would not use it to set up a date.

The spa management had very strict rules against dating the clients or seeing them outside of the spa. If women could get “serviced” for free at home, they would have no reason to come back. As it was, Mark’s talents were incentive to return often and pay well.

As he slid into the passenger side of his truck, he looked at his girlfriend, Mandy, behind the wheel. He was reminded that Mandy also had strict rules against him dating the clientele. She was quite proud of his talents. It also turned her on to no end that he spent his days pleasuring women while locked up, growing increasingly frustrated and needy.

His vivacious girlfriend grabbed his crotch, fondling his caged member. She toyed with the key which hung around her throat by a chain. “Good and ready for me, I see! Let’s get home and get that thing off… I am gonna fuck your brains out after you give me what you gave those other bitches…”

He knew Mandy was being playful. She did not really have any hard feeling for the clients he serviced. And they did not have a traditional chastity play arrangement. She held his key simply, so SHE knew he had not tripped and slipped his dick into one of those “bitches” during the day. She was as ready as he was to remove his prison.

An hour later she had enjoyed her own orgasm at the tip of his tongue and urged him to move on top of her. As that beautiful dick spread her open, she sighed with pleasure. “How did we do today, stud?”

When he told her, Mandy giggled, “Oh boy, momma needs a new pair of shoes!”

Mark had to laugh at that.

Mandy latched onto his biceps, “Now, work out all that pent up frustration… fuck me hard, use me… pound the hell out me and fill me up, baby…”

So, he did. The ladies the next day were going to wonder about the scratch marks down his back and the bites on his pecs that were left when Mandy orgasmed with him.

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