Mia felt great. Her full body massage was about to come to an end. The entire weeks stress was pretty much sucked out of her body by her masseur's strong yet gentle hands.
Generally, she was more comfortable being massaged by women, but the previous week had been terrible, and she felt that the extra strength would do her good. Plus, it had been a while since she had been touched by a man, so there was that aspect as well.
Jim had been a perfect gentleman throughout the massage. His hands didn't wander, and neither did his eyes. He was only focused on massaging his client well, and that was what he had done. Mia really appreciated this.
Lying down on her back on the massage table, she lowered her eyes down to look at Jim. He was standing by her feet, finishing up her soles. She smiled.
Between her eyes and his hands was her dark, oil slick body, with a white sheet covering her from the chest through upper thighs. She was wearing just disposable panties underneath the sheet. Yet Jim had made no attempts to touch her pussy or tits. Mia was sure there was no oil on the skin remotely adjacent to her privates.
Though more than his chivalry, Mia appreciated that Jim was a white man. For so many years, his kind had expected people like her to be available to serve them as and when they pleased. She was glad that she was now living in a world where she could make a white man serve her. Something about seeing a white man massage her feet satisfied her deeply.
"We're all done, ma'am" said Jim, with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Already? I don't think so," said Mia.
"Well, you had selected the full--body package, and unless there is a part of your body that I can't find, I'm sure we're done," Jim joked, chuckling a bit.
"I did select the full-body massage, but you haven't massaged my entire body yet. If you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure that I do," said Jim, his smile fading.
"You rubbed my entire body. Now it's time you rubbed my pussy."
"That's not going to happen, ma'am. This isn't that kind of a place."
"Really? I thought only the masseuses didn't give out hand jobs. No one said anything about the masseurs not rubbing pussies. Or is it just because I am black? Oh, that's exactly why! You're racist!"
"What? No! None of the staff here provide any kind of sexual favours to anyone. This is a respectable establishment, and I'd like to keep it that way, ma'am. Now I'm going to leave this room and pretend that this conversation didn't happen. Please feel free to use the showers that are down the corridor. Have a good day."
"Oh yeah? In that case, this establishment is going to lose a lot of respectability when I tell the media what happened here."
"What do you mean?
"I'm gonna tell them about how you covered my mouth put your fingers inside my vagina, and how you called it a 'Nigger Cunt' that you'd consider 'pounding.'"
"That's not true. No such thing happened, and you know it. You cannot lie about things like that."
"Who are they going to believe? A black woman lying down all naked and vulnerable, or a strong white man standing over her?"
Jim stood still for a moment, then sighed. He knew exactly how the situation would play out. He had no reason to believe that Mia would follow through with her threat, but on the slight chance that she did, it would ruin everything for him.
"What you're doing is not right. But if you promise not to tell anyone about what you're asking me to do, I will do what you're asking me to do."
Mia grinned and slid the sheet covering her onto the floor, revealing her boobs that were flat against themselves and her dark, erect nipples. She looked at Jim, who was determined not to look at her.
Mia pulled her knees back, spread her legs, and grabbed her disposable panties and ripped them off. She held onto them for now.
"There's my nigger cunt. Pleasure it."
Jim took a step closer to the massage table and stood right next to Mia's torso. He glanced down just long enough to place his hand correctly onto her vagina and then darted his eyes up to the ceiling.
Mia's pussy was shaved just that morning in anticipation of this very moment, and when Jim's oily hands touched it, it felt better than ever.
Slowly, Jim began rubbing her pussy. Mia wasn't wet yet, but she wasn't exactly dry either. She had been thinking about this the entire massage, and now looking at a white hand pleasure her black pussy really excited her.
Jim made no attempt to look at her, even with his hand down there. Ever the gentleman. The rubbing wasn't doing it for her just yet, so she grabbed his free and and placed it onto her tit. He didn't look down, but he didn't pull his hand away either. It just rested on her boob.
"I know you want this to end soon, so might as well make a girl feel special and give her some attention," said Mia, slightly frustrated.
"Look, you asked me to rub it, and I am doing that. I am not interested in anything else."
"Well, then be ready to keep rubbing it for an hour.
Jim considered this for a moment, then looked down at Mia.
"Alright, what do you want me to do?"
"You could suck on and play with my tits as you rub my pussy, for one. And you be a man and put a finger or two in my pussy."
Jim relented and began fondling her boobs with one a hand, and slid a finger from his other hand in her pussy. Mia smiled. She wanted to close her eyes and relax, but she also wanted to watch this white man pleasure her.
He slid another finger in her pussy and started thrusting them, as he leaned down and took an already erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and bit it slightly, hoping it would quicken this entire ordeal. It did, as Mia really enjoyed having her tits sucked on. And now a white man being forced to do so really did it for her.
She could feel her pussy getting wetter than usual, and she was sure the contrasting skins had something to do with this. Just as she took a deep breath and was about to close her eyes for a moment, Jim jammed another finger in her pussy. She opened her eyes wide open and let out a loud moan. Jim was now pinching one nipple, nibbling on another, and thrusting three fingers in her pussy.
Mia felt her muscles contract as she came. She moaned and panted as the orgasm resonated through her body.
Jim stopped, let go of her tits and pulled his drenched fingers out of her pussy.
"It's done. Now you should leave," said Jim, with his eyes back to the ceiling.
"What's the rush? I'm not done with you yet."
"What does that mean? I did what you wanted me to do. That's it."
"That's not it, though. You relaxed one of my holes. There's another one left."
