Courtney Gives Mike A Massage

A special story with lots of pics, I hope you enjoy it...

I put my equipment in the car and drove over to my next client meeting. I had a private session booked over lunch time, those always pay more so I didn't want to be late or my boss would really have it in for me. My name is Courtney and I'm a massage therapist. Usually my clients will meet me at their homes or at work, this time appeared to be his office building. A small office in a strip mall in the suburbs by the looks of it. I grabbed my bag and my table and went inside. The door had a sign saying "Out for lunch, back at 1:00pm" but was unlocked so I went inside. There I found the receptionist, a older lady who was on her way out to lunch herself. I told her I was looking for a man named Mike, and she said he's just in the back door waiting. A knock on the door and in I went, greeted by man at his desk.

"Hey there, you must be Courtney?" the man said.

"Yes sir, you're Mike?" I replied.

"Yes ma'am. You can set up wherever you like, I'll be ready in a second." he said.

He looked a little shorter than me about 5'9", but I was fairly tall for a woman at 6'2". Most guys always seem intimidated by my height but I always give shorter men a chance, otherwise I'd be really lonely. Mike had long black hair and a slight beard growing in, he looked almost Italian in a way. I told him I'd step out to let him change for his massage while I finish preparing, and when I returned I could tell he made up for his height with his time in the gym. "No wonder her needs massage therapy. His muscles are huge! He probably never leaves the gym." I thought to myself. He lay on the table, face down, with nothing on but the towel over his ass.

On the scheduling card I got, it said he wanted the more "intimate" special. That one is a secret that we don't advertise, but customers in the know can ask for. Unlike a traditional massage were I use my hands, in this form I instead use my tits. Often times mental stress, not just physical, is the cause of muscle fatigue. The best way to relieve that stress is through this "intimate massage" technique.

"So Mike, do you have a wife or kids back home?" I asked to make small talk.

"Yeah, my wife Britney. We don't have kids yet though." he said.

"Tell me about her." I asked.

"She's a great woman, wonderful to be around and I love her more than anything. But sometimes she just drives me crazy. I try to put more hours in at work to afford a surprise vacation, and she bitches that I never spend time with her, but when I come home early she gets annoyed at me for seemingly anything." Mike confessed to me. As we talked I was rubbing his calves and outer thighs, a traditional massage before the main event.

"I'm sorry to hear it. I'm sure it's just hormones, sometimes spending time apart will make you want each other more. I know when I'm on my period I can get real crazy." I told him.

"I hope. It just annoys me is all. But enough of that, I'm here to relax. I'll let you do your thing." He said with his face in the table.

I worked over his muscles and didn't find anything that would cause him issue from a therapist perspective, so I moved into the massage side. I walked to the corner of the room and removed the top and bottoms of my outfit. I undid my bra and put it next to my panties on a chair nearby. Then I got out the massage oil and poured it generously over my exposed tits. I have to use a lot of the bottle just to cover myself as my F-cup breasts are quite large. Then, with Mike laying in the middle of my wide table, I got up and knelt over him. My legs on either side of his as I lowered my chest down and pressed my nipples into his back. I rubbed him up and down, feeling every part I could with my soft pillows. His back was glistening from the oil left by my tits and he just breathed in relaxation.

"Oh man, I don't know what you're doing but don't stop, it feels great." He said.

"Don't worry, we've got a ways to go before we're finished." I told him. He clearly didn't know it was my tits rubbing him, otherwise he'd of flipped over by now. Once I got everything on his back oiled up nice I asked him to turn over on his back. I stood at his feet, still naked, with my oily glistening tits facing him as he turned to lay on his back. Before he could speak, his cock shot straight up under the towel which wasn't heavy enough to weigh him down.

"Sweet Jesus! I've never seen boobs like that!" he shouted with his mouth hanging open.

"Just lie back and enjoy them. I'll make it worth your while..." I said pouring more oil over myself. I climbed back up and dragged my hanging tits over his cock, grabbing them and rubbing his stomach up to his upper chest. I spent a lot of time here as it allowed me to get close enough to kiss him, but pulling back just in time. Teasing his lips and his dick, I rubbed my oiled tits around his entire body. I looked at the clock and it read 12:26, I had time but I needed to be quick.

"So Mike, I heard you have a nickname. Mind telling me what it is?" I asked seductively.

"People call me 'Iron Knuckles', kinda like Mike Tyson. I spend a lot of time in the gym boxing and I hit pretty hard so the name just kinda stuck." he told me.

"Well Mike, it looks like your knuckles aren't the only thing that hard as iron right now..." I teased.

"No ma'am, you've done a good job of that." he said.

"I think you've been a good boy, why don't you slide on down to the edge and sit up for me." I told him.

As he sat up, I got on my knees. My massage table was the right height that my tits were level when on my knees like this, not necessarily for this reason, just a happy side effect you could say. So, with me in between his legs, I took my tits and wrapped them around his rock hard cock. The butter-soft skin between my tits was massaging his cock up and down as we locked eyes. I squeezed them together and jerked him off faster, and almost in an instant he lost control.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he shouted.

The first rope hit me across the face, the rest cover my chin and tits in a bath of warm sticky cum. He didn't last long, but I was turned on too, and I knew he had more in him. I stood up, and as he began to apologize for cumming so quick, I put my finger on his lips and said, "Ssh, don't you worry honey. Everything is alright..." as I pushed him back into the table again. This time when I climbed up, I hovered my oily pussy over his cock. Even if he was going soft after cumming, my comment had him hard again right away. I lowered myself down on his shaft, feeling his cock stretch me open.

"Mmmm, Hmmmmm!" I moaned as I sank all the way down. Holy shit he felt good. I started out grinding on him, pelvis to pelvis. He reached for my ass to make me grind harder, and I guided his hands up to my tits. "Oh shit! Fuck!" I moaned as his grip over my tits pulled my torso down onto him. He put a hand around the back of my neck and the other back on my ass and kissed me. Kissing and grinding on his cock, I was in heaven.

"Jesus! Fuck me, YES!" I moaned out like a whore. I felt like a whore, I was a professional, not some little college girl. I wasn't supposed to sleep with clients like this. The tit massages were risky enough as is, imagine if my boss found out I fucked her client. What would his wife Britney think? I didn't know, but right now his cock was filling me up like I had never been. That's when he reached around me and with a tight grip lifted himself up, with me in his arms, and flipped us over. He was now standing with my body laying on the edge of the table. His feet planted firmly on the floor he began to really plow into my pussy.

"Did I tell you, my wife Britney has been annoying me lately. She says I don't fuck her enough but when I try she's not in the mood. We haven't had sex in weeks, maybe months." Mike said.

"Fucking shit! Well you're doing a good job now, keep fucking going! Oh Jesus!" I moaned as he ravaged my poor pussy.

The clock now read 12:48, over 20 minutes we've been fucking. I just hope his receptionist doesn't come back early. My legs dangling freely in the air as he plowed my soft pink cunt. He just held onto my neck and kept my head up, both to look me in the eyes as he ravaged me, and also for me to watch his cock rearrange my pussy. I could feel his cock throbbing as he went all in, then pulled back out. Finally, he began to grunt heavily, and started to slam into me harder. The pleasure he was sending into my pussy made my legs wrap tightly around his ass on instinct. Leg locking him deep into me, he unloaded his second load of hot sticky cum in my pussy. Painting my cervix white with his load, I had the most intense orgasm. The contractions of which caused my pussy to milk every drop of cum from his shaft, and carry his load deeper inside me. I didn't bring protection, because I'm not supposed to fuck the clients. I'll worry about that later.

"I hope I made you feel better about your wife..." I said, exhausted and out of breath.

"You have, baby. So much better..." he replied, giving me another kiss.

I passed him his towel to clean up with, and I used another for myself. We got dressed right as the main door of the building opened. Just in time, 10 minutes earlier and that little old lady would've heard her boss creampie the massage lady. I gathered my things, as he gave me a slap on the ass.

"See you again next time!" I say, walking out the door.

"For sure, I may have to book you for two hours..." he replied.

I loaded everything up in the car and sat back down. I could feel his cum swimming in my pussy. I called my boss and said I needed the rest of the day off. To my surprise she agreed right away. I guess she already knew what happened, this was her regular client after all...

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I hope you like it Mike, Lucinda your story is up next, probably Friday sometime!