Dick Worship And A Massage

I am fascinated by dicks. I am constantly checking out the boys, seeing who I thought had the biggest one. I'm not sure whether this was a porn addiction, or just hardwired into my brain, but I couldn't stop thinking about them even if I tried. I think I could be classified as a nymphomaniac, but I never thought this was wrong. What was wrong was the fact I was still a virgin at 20 years old.

My name is Sophia, and no boys give me the time of day. Unfortunately for me, I was not blessed genetically. I am a prototypical nerdy girl with glasses and freckles, I don't have massive tits and my butt is essentially flat. I am pale and too shy to hold eye contact in conversation. I wish I could blame someone, but I never knew my family, I grew up in foster care, and the parents I was dealt never were home.

I decided today was the day to make my unfortune my blessing. I am not going to college a virgin, I need to see a dick, smell one, taste it, ride it, cum on it. I masturbated just about every night, but one dream in particular stuck with me most nights... I needed to give a blowjob. I can't stop thinking about it.

I have been prepping this plan for awhile now, I work as an assistant at one of the massage therapists in town, and today she is off for vacation, but the walk in customers will not know that. I prepped my own special massage table for today...

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I sat at the front desk tapping my foot nervously. It was Saturday, but surprisingly no one has shown up and it's already past noon. Was I really going to do this? I was so horny I could barely keep the butterflies down in my stomach. There is a growing heat between my legs and I need satisfaction. I figure I could rub one out while I waited so I began massaging my clit, working my fingers inside me until I could glide over my entire vagina. I was so wet, I could feel it running down in between my butt cheeks. As I started going faster, moaning a little, the door swung open and in walked a man in his mid forties.

I yanked my hand from my pants, but could tell he must have noticed.

"H-h-hello sir! Welcome in." I nearly yelled, blushing from my near orgasm.

"Good afternoon.... Sophia." The man replied glancing at my name tag, taking me in with his eyes.

"I take it you're a walk in? What would you like today? I am the only one on staff today." I say back to him respectfully, hoping he sticks around for what I have planned.

"Yes of course, that is fine. I'd like the scents and relaxation full body massage package I read about online. My name is Robert, pleasure to meet you." Robert spoke to me almost with knowing eyes, he was composed, mature, but not like a father, more like an older brother's hot friend vibe. He had greying hair, but a full head of it, striking features, but not movie star level. He must have been a touch over 6 foot, and he was handsome, but not a silver fox. He was pleasant to the eyes.

"Surely, Robert. We'll charge your card after the session to make sure I've met all your needs. Let me guide you back to our room where you can get comfortable." I say, standing up, feeling my wetness has totally soaked my leggings. The fabric clinging to my clit makes me shudder as I take him to the back room.

"Please undress to your level of comfort. After, lay down on your stomach on the table and I'll come back shortly." I say to him as I close the door, hoping he notices what I've done to the table and agrees to it.

I stand outside the door, playing with myself, listening to him get undressed. I plunge my fingers deep inside, holding my breath for the moment of truth.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Yes, I am ready." Robert says, clearly sounding like he is face down.

So I walk in, I see he is under the blankets like normal, but that is not what I care about. But, I'll get to that later, I want this to last. I step over and light the candles and bring them down under his nose so he can smell them.

"Robert, relax. I will take care of you today. You will feel completely satisfied by the time I'm done with you. Let me know when things feel good or bad. I'll begin now." I whisper to him, hearing him grunt in approval or agreement.

So I start the massage like normal, I am an assistant after all. Putting oil on his upper back, working it around, warming it up, while getting into the knots he has gentle but firm. I move slowly down to his lower back, moving the sheet away slightly, noticing he's positioned exactly where I want him to be.

After about 15 minutes of massaging his back and arms, I move to his legs. Rubbing into the muscles of his calves, then up to his hamstrings, I raise the sheet slightly and notice his dick and balls are hanging through the hole I cut into the table. Perfect.

By this point, his breathing had slowed. He may even have thought this was a normal massage, but I just finished his legs and now it's my turn to get what I wanted. I silently dropped to my knees, and crawled under the table.

His dick and balls hung there beautifully. He must have been halfway hard, but it still was about 6 or 7 inches, cut and girthy. I was soaking wet at this point, so horny I could hardly stand it, I sat up and breathed hot air on to his dick, making it flinch.

Even though I was a virgin, I was trained for this by hours and hours of porn. I knew what I wanted and it was to savor this big dick. I took a deep breath and smelled his manhood, gently kissing the tip. I circled my tongue over his dick head, feeling it grow in hardness. I sat up even further and let his dick flop on to my face. It was so heavy, I shifted around rubbing his dick all over my face. I tickled his balls, noticing how full they felt, how large.

"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmm." Robert groaned. My signal to continue.

I had a pillow under my crotch, I needed it for comfort, but now it's utility was giving me an orgasm. I took off my shirt and leggings. I rocked my hips, moaning, I took in the tip of his dick into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, coating it in saliva. Rubbing back and forth on my pillow, my eagerness increased. I started going deeper on his dick.

About 6 inches in, he reached the back of my throat. I kept moving my tongue along his shaft as he pulsed in my mouth. I pushed farther, gagging a little as he slid into my throat. I could feel his head reaching past my tonsils, the heat of his dick was intoxicating. My nose was pressed against the table, a little uncomfortable, but I had to have more.

I started bucking up and down on the pillow. My juices were soaking the fabric now, maybe getting into the carpet too. As I bucked, his dick slid in and out of my throat, making me cough up saliva, so before I could choke, I took his dick out of my mouth and started smacking my cheek with it. I was on fire, this was so worth it.

As his dick rubbed over my face, it smeared my mascara and I started tearing up a little bit. I felt so slutty, I started rubbing my clit again, going harder than ever before. I took his balls in my mouth and rolled them around, sucking and slurping.

I stroked his dick and focused on his balls, I could feel them tightening up. Robert started to clench above the table, groaning. I moved my hands faster on his dick and in my pants.

His balls flexed and I knew it was time. I aimed his dick at my face and tits, stroking and massaging his massive dick. He came rope after rope of cum. It hit my face so hard, painting me and my glasses, and then dribbling down on to my tits. Just feeling the warm cum, the smell was intense, I started writhing and convulsing as I came the hardest I ever have on my fingers. I started squirting and I couldn't control my breathing. I licked up some of his cum and nearly came again.

"Holy shit, that was so good." Robert said, sounding out of breath and tired.

"Ya, it was." I replied, trailing off, hoping this session wasn't done. I heard some heavy rustling above me, but I needed to breathe for just a second longer.

"So how would you like to finish your session?" I chided at him lustfully. But I heard no response.

I started climbing out from under the table, but by the time I got out, Robert was gone. All that was left was $200 dollars. Fuck, still a virgin. Guess I'll need a new plan.

I sat down on the table, looking in the mirror, I was so disheveled. My face and glasses were covered in cum, my mascara streaked down my cheeks, and my tits glistened with whatever combination of liquid coated them. Holy shit I was a sexy slut. I masturbated a couple more times remembering his dick and how perverted I looked.

"I liked this glory hole, I wonder where I could put the next one?"