Pitcher Perfect

Allison fondled Carlos's ball. Tightening her grip, she stroked the red stitches and relished the hard smoothness in her hand. "You like the way they feel?" a voice asked behind her, startling her from her reverie. Allison's stomach plummeted along with the baseball, which thudded onto the hardwood floor. Crouching to retrieve the trophy, she was thankful to hide her mortification from the man behind her. Breathing profoundly, she composed her features into a mask of stoic professionalism and rose to face her client.

"You've quite a collection," she responded with a tight lipped smile as she placed the ball back on the shelf, in line with dozens of others. Her client, Carlos Colombo, was the star pitcher of the Houston Astros. The den of his mansion was decorated with memorabilia: posters, jerseys, and of course the smooth leather spheres the game was named after. Allison didn't particularly care for sports, let alone one as dull as baseball, but she was passionate about massotherapy, and grateful for a private session with a well renowned athlete as it would hopefully lead to further referrals.

So don't fuck this up

, a voice reminded her reproachfully for the umpteenth time.

"I really love the sport, ever since I was a child. But now I pay the price with my shoulder," he revealed in a thick Spanish accent. He smiled easily, tan skin parting to reveal crooked, white teeth that matched the plush robe wrapped around his built frame. Allison couldn't help but deepen her grin at his adorable yet sexy accent and jovial attitude. Like any female with access to ESPN in the tri-state area, she had of course noticed his striking good looks: brown eyes framed by thick brows, a scruffy jaw that clenched when he pitched, not to mention the wry smile that he threw around just as easily, a refreshing rarity in the stern sports world.

"That's why I'm here to help, Mr. Colombo. I can work the muscles back into proper alignment," she assured him, approaching the massage table positioned in the middle of his study.

"No Mr. Colombo. Carlos, if you please," he corrected as he joined her. She met his shining eyes and felt a part of her melt like the warmed coconut oil on the adjacent stool.

"Sure," she managed to sputter, off-keel from sudden surges coursing towards her core. "Then, Carlos, please lie face down onto the massage table," she instructed, turning her back to coax classical music from her portable speaker and allowing him privacy.

"No face up? Like in American porno movie?" he questioned, his husky voice brimming with laughter. Allison turned to see him correctly positioned face down on the massage table, grateful that he was unable to see her flushed face.

"Not today, unfortunately," she responded as she rubbed lavender scented oil into her small but strong hands.

Unfortunately?!

How could she have let that faux pas slip? Though, it had been many moons since her last sexual experience that didn't involve solely herself and her trusty glass dildo. Furthermore, the beautifully toned body in front of her exuded sexuality and elicited desire. Even if she was blind, she suspected she'd be able to sense Carlos's high, hot charges. She was unapologetically horny with lust, but she was also a professional masseuse who needed to build a reputable client base. "Just try to relax. Nice, calming breaths," she coached both to him and herself.

"Don't say me twice," sighed Carlos as his belly rose and fell rhythmically. Allison began to massage his hard muscles encased in warm skin, the hypnotic music carrying her deep into his body as she felt each fiber. Carlos, she quickly noted, was a perfect patient, maintaining steady breathing and grunting in satisfaction. Allison easily interpreted his sighs of relief, groans of intense pressure, and moans of pleasure. Closing her eyes, she transported herself into his slick body, straightening the fibers into place. As she inched near his left shoulder she felt his breathing tighten.

"Exhale through your mouth," she instructed, pressing into the plaguing knot, eliciting a groan. Carlos shifted his hips on the table. As she delved deeper into his shoulder, he continuously fidgeted, lifting his robed bum into the air. Finally, it dawned on Allison that it was his erection preventing him from relaxing fully into the massage table. He was not her first client to become aroused, but it was the first time that such a reaction stirred something deep inside her. Just inches from her hands his cock was throbbing, and she couldn't help but envision gripping his hardness between her slick fingers, tracing oily trails along his exquisitely crafted abdomen. She felt herself contract inwards, spreading the built pressure throughout her body, then punctured the tension seeping into the dim room. "To heal your shoulder the blood must flow to that area. Right now, I realize that it is surging towards your groin," she stated bluntly. "Why don't you turn over to ease that tension?"

Her client rose and chuckled, "I'm scared your massages are too relaxing. I'm sorry; you are a very beautiful woman. I am only a man," he apologized.

"No worries. Close your eyes and continue to breathe deeply while I work on your shoulder," Allison cooed, lubing her hands in the warm coconut oil and resuming the shoulder massage. Assuring that Carlos's eyes were shut tight, she roved her own over his impeccable torso. She tried to discern the bulging size beneath the robe, but it was too plush, allowing her curious mind the freedom to fantasize about the endpoint of his perfect upper half.

A loud moan from the lips below zapped her attention back to his shoulder. She'd had applied a great deal of pressure to his wounded shoulder. "Your knot has dissipated, but it's disrupted other muscle fibers," Allison diagnosed, omitting that her overzealous applied pressure was the culprit. "To realign the muscle, I need to get under your shoulder blades." She paused, brainstorming as to how to relate the subsequent information. "I need to put my knees on the table, on either side of your chest."

Straddling

would have been the most efficient verb to use, but she could not bring herself to use such an explicit term.

Carlos bit his lower lip in an attempt to contain his wry smile. "

Hágale pues

. Just do it, Miss Allison. I need the shoulder ready for the playoffs." His Spanish voice surprised her, not only as to how deep and husky it sounded in comparison to his English but also because it turned on a dripping faucet deep inside her. She was grateful for the cotton underwear she'd chosen that morning, helping to absorb her increasing moisture. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she climbed up onto the table and kneeled alongside Carlos's torso. She sat on her heels not only to avoid crushing him but also to conceal her wetness, and began to massage the shoulder fibers into place.

Carlos's moans elicited equal satisfaction within her as she provided the pleasuring release. "Sí," he whispered as she circled a dense patch of torn muscle. As her fingers tired, she gradually lowered her hips towards his torso. Focusing entirely on his shoulder, she was oblivious that she'd been rubbing herself over his muscled body until she felt a poke in her lower back. Turning around in confusion she saw Carlos's hardened cock curving towards her ass. The white robe lay discarded on the floor beside them.

Allison faced Carlos as she felt him throb once again into her back. This time, his eyes opened without a shred of apology, and instead were brimming with unfiltered lust. He placed his calloused brown hands upon her hips. Gently he guided her lower, placing her spread legs over his cock. She felt him throb as his hardness split her lips beneath the masseuse scrubs. Her arms were stretched long, hands still rubbing gentle circles around his inflamed shoulder as she continued to slide her covered pussy over his dick, dripping into her panties. Moving her arms aside, he lifted her shirt up and over her head, exposing her slim torso and heaving tits, still partially caged inside her simple lace bra. Carlos ran his tongue across his teeth swiftly before moving his mouth to encompass her hard nipples, pushing her breasts together to fit both in his mouth. She cried out in response, relishing the hot wetness on her breasts and between her legs.

Finally, his hands slid inside her pants, finding her pulsing clit quickly and satiating it with his hot touch through her underwear. With her panties as the barrier between them, the scrubs suddenly seemed cumbersome and claustrophobic. He gave the thin fabric a quick, hard tug, and the subsequent sound of tearing clothes accompanied by welcoming air to her nether regions alerted Allison that he'd managed to rip her out of her scrubs. She looked at him with feverish surprise, that he must have perceived incorrectly as he said, "I will buy new pants."

"Fuck the pants," Allison responded and then quickly added, "and fuck me," as she slid out of the underwear. Grinning at her with the slightest hint of malice, Carlos rubbed her thick ass. He parted her pussy hair and lips and stroked her slit. Keeping his thumb swirling circles into her clit, he inserted one and then two fingers into her tight sex. As he curled his fingers towards her front wall, she arched her back in response, breasts spilling over her defunct lace bra. With each stroke she dripped more and more on to his thick fingers, unable to contain her wetness. She clenched her ass and felt her G spot engorge stiffly as his hand pressed into her stomach, increasing the pressure inside her shaking cunt.

Carlos demanded, "Cum on my hands." She gushed out onto his hands, feeling the rushing release of liquid drip down her crevices. Allison continued to fuck her clit onto his palm, groaning loudly with each wave of orgasm. Stars swam in her eyes as her legs sprawled wide, limp from the orgasm's quaking. Carlos slowly retracted from her sex and closed her splayed knees gently. Her body was putty in his strong, maneuvering hands as they guided her lower half off the massage table. With her legs standing on the ground, he rotated her torso, resting it easily on the buttery leather. Allison felt blood coursing throughout her body, bringing life back into her listless legs.

Warm oil cascaded down her back, followed by Carlos's hands. His wanting cock pressed into her ass as he worked his hands over her back. She enjoyed the opulent luxury of the lubricant cascading over her hips and trickling down her legs... and especially when he began to use his penis to paint the oil over her ass. Her lips quivered with desire as his cock teasingly slid from her ass to her clit, as if deciding which route to take. When Carlos's head reached her opening, she clenched with anticipation in response to his thirsty throbs. "Mmm..." she softly moaned as he began to part her pussy lips.

The baseball player lowered his upper half upon her back, and Allison basked under the warm weight of his body, especially as her nipples stiffened on the slick table. "

Quieres

?" he throatily breathed into her ear, electrifying her right side with a smattering of goosebumps. She remembered enough Spanish from high school to moan in assent, grinding her pussy against his dick, vying for him to fully enter her. Carlos slid slightly into her opening. He spread her ass to delve deeper into her oozy abyss. Filling her bit by bit she felt her dry spell dissipate, the delightfully sharp stretch of her sex over his girth. She'd only managed a quick glimpse of his arousal while straddling him, but his exact size was insignificant to her taut folds that, having become accustomed to dildo, now quaked as he expanded her to her maximum.

When he'd entered her wholly, he paused, allowing her to settle over his firmness. Allison's chest heaved against the table as she began circling her hips, swirling his head inside her pool of moisture. Groaning, he humped back into her while his roving hands found her neck. His thumbs dug into her nape, his fingers caged around her throat she gasped in shock and rapture. Carlos continued pumping into her, controlling her breathing with soft squeezes that her pussy began to mirror as it gripped his pounding cock. As Allison's nails dug into the table, her client's latched around her meaty ass with his unoccupied hand, propelling her body further towards climax with each thrust.

Tension amassed with each vibrating prod, yet Allison also felt it discharge down her limbs, creating a vacuum to be filled by ecstatic euphoria. Carlos changed his grip from her throat to her ponytail which, once smooth and straightened was now barely intact. When he tugged, she arched her back, hovering above the table and giving him the last remaining drops in her trickling cunt. With his member fully sheathed inside her, she joined his heightened moaning as he fucked her more deeply than her dildo ever could manage. Allison's breathing became heaves as her face began to contort, matching the barely-containable compression inside her pulsing vagina. Sensing her closeness, Carlos pulled her ponytail and hips towards his rock-hard body and plunged inside her wildly until she came undone completely, her G spot the epicenter of the quake that reverberated throughout her entire body and into the room as she cried out in waves of orgasmic bliss. In turn, he shot ribbons of hot cum inside her, creating a cascade between their legs.

Carlos continued to pulse lightly inside her. The satisfaction they shared was practically palpable as they both lay on the table, catching their breaths. After taking her exhausted hand in his, he placed it on his once tense shoulder and remarked, "You give me the true release I need. Thank you Miss Allison."

She blinked her eyes open, slowly returning to her senses and met Carlos's fiery gaze, brimming with contentment and gratitude. "You're welcome," she responded demurely as she felt his now unknotted shoulder. When she sat upright it dawned at her that there was a slight problem to solve. Looking over her shoulder to the baseball star she asked, "May I please have a pair of pants to wear home?" with the utmost air of professionalism.