You should really check out the previous chapters of Massage Therapy before reading this one.
As always, comments are welcome. Trolls are not.
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Sarah slowly stroked the cock with both hands. The oil glistened in the low light of the room as her fingers encircled the long shaft. She felt a hard ball of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. Her hands made their way down to the base of the shaft, the head bobbed a bit towards the ceiling. It was certainly one of the bigger, if not the biggest cock she had stroked since she started offering happy endings.
But the size of the cock was not the reason she was on edge. Her hands worked back to the top and and swirled around the head.
"Oh that is niiiiiiice..." Bill, the man on the table whispered. A hand slid under her shirt and began to play with her nipple. He was in his 30s, a bit of a dad bod, and pretty cute.
It was his first session with her but that wasn't the reason she was more nervous than she had been since the first time she had stroked a cock during a massage session.
His hand moved to her other breast as she continued to work his cock up and down. She continued stroking with her right hand as her left moved to his balls and began pulling the sack gently. When his fingers pinched her nipple, she gasped.
"You like?"
The nineteen year-old looked down at him and saw him grinning. She blushed and nodded.
"Come a little closer," he said.
She complied and he was able to use both hands now to work her breasts. They were only B cups, but her nipples were pink and perky and she knew how much they turned men on.
As he manhandled her breasts, Sarah's eyes moved to the storage closet. The door was ajar and the source of her nervousness. There in the dark, her boyfriend Doug was watching the whole thing.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sarah asked for the hundredth time.
"Absolutely!" Doug pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her a long, lingering kiss.
"I haven't massaged this guy before so maybe nothing will happen." She gave him an impish grin.
Doug stepped back. He was tall and lanky. They were both the same age and he had yet to truly fill out.
"That's a good point... take off your bra."
"What?!" She gasped.
"We want to entice him, right?" He leaned forward to kiss her again. This time, he angled his leg so it rubbed against her pussy.
"I don't know..."
"Please?" He whispered. "I don't want to be stuck in that closet for nothing."
She looked up at his pleading eyes. "Oh... ok" After she unhooked her bra and pulled it off under her shirt before throwing it at him.
"And the underwear?"
"WHAT?!"
He laughed. "Just kidding!"
She playfully punched him in the stomach. "You better be."
He looked thoughtfully at her, hesitated, and then blurted out, "How far do they go with you?"
"Huh?"
"Well I know you jack them off, but how far do they go with you?"
Unbidden, Sarah remembered Doug's Uncle Phil pushing her head down to give him a bj. She shook her head. Doug had stopped the bastard and since then she had only done things she wanted. She remembered the touch of her mom's tongue...
