Massage session

Gentle Hands Massage owed its great success to a location, set in a small side street just around the corner from a strip-club, known for its extraordinarily beautiful girls. Many men who had been driven to near madness by the sexual tease visited them so that they would receive tender loving care.
Anita had been working here during her summer break from university. She was free to work according to her own schedule as she saw fit. Anita never permitted men to have intercourse with her, although she would often lead them on in thinking they might. Her job was to create needs and desires for what was always held just out of reach. They received exquisite pleasures from her hands, and sometimes her lips and tongue, but always done in such a way that it somehow increased their need for more.
She wore a white smock that extended down her thighs about a third of the way to her knees, leaving the top four buttons open. She wore no bra, so her ample cleavage beckoned enticingly.
The room Anita used to entertain her customers had a professional massage table in the center, and was warm and intimate. The lighting came from a pair of floor lamps, and several oriental throw rugs were scattered about the wooden floor. There was a table and a couch against one wall, and on the opposite side of the room two comfortable chairs were arranged for easy conversation, with a small coffee table between them.
Anita always offered her guests a glass of wine as they chatted, especially at the start of a first visit. This relaxed them, and gave her a chance to get to know them and what they needed from her. It didn't take her long to understand a man's sexual desires, and what his erotic triggers were. She was very good at reading body language, and between the lines of conversation.
A chime rang indicating that the receptionist was sending a customer up, a new client. He would have already paid the base rate for a straight massage. Any extras would have to tip to Anita directly. He arrived in her room, and she introduced herself. Smiling brightly, she leaned over to pour wine for the two of them, giving him an enticing view in the process. His name was Will, and appeared to be about forty, of average build and height, dressed in a business suit, without his tie. He was nervous to be there talking with her. But she managed to put him at his ease, and encouraged him to relax and sip his wine.
"So, Will, have you just been next door?" she asked, running a fingertip around the lip of her wineglass. He glanced at her briefly, and then looked down somewhat guiltily, blushing slightly.
"Uh, yeah, I was there for a little while," he stammered. "I saw a card on the table for...here."
"So now you need a little relaxation, right?" Anita said brightly, putting her glass down on the coffee table. "A nice massage to work out the kinks after a long day at work?"
"Uh, yes, that would be real nice," he replied a little uncertainly. He was obviously inexperienced in what to expect.
"Good," she said, standing up. "I'm going into the other room to get my oils. While I'm gone you can get undressed, and then lie down on the table. You can cover yourself up, if you like," she said, indicating a towel that was lying on the table.
She went next door, returning in about a minute with a bottle of scented oil. Will had undressed as instructed, and was lying face down on the table, with the towel covering the lower part of this body.
"OK," she said briskly, "let's see what we can do about those tight muscles." Starting at his shoulders, she began to work his neck muscles and deltoids with strong, deft hands. Anita was actually a skilled massage therapist, having taken courses in the art, and her customers were often surprised at how relaxing and pleasurable sessions with her were, even without the extras. Although it was those extras that kept them coming back, time after time.
After thoroughly working Will's back and arms, down the backs of his legs from his buttocks (still covered) down his thighs and calves to his feet, she had him turn over and worked on his pectorals. Finally, she went to the foot of the table and kneaded the balls of his feet and each of his toes. When she had finished with this, she laid her hands gently on his shins and slowly moved up the front of his legs. She noticed that the towel had started to lift slightly over his groin, although she had not spent any time in that area. Her hands continued to move upwards, finally coming to rest at the top of his thighs, with her fingertips extending a fraction of an inch under the towel.
"There," she said, "all done. Did you enjoy that?" Her hands remained resting on his legs.
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "That felt really nice."
Anita moistened her lips and looked into his eyes. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you?" she asked softly. Her fingertips remained just under the towel, idly moving from side to side.
His breathing grew noticeably shallower. "Yes," he stammered, "I...yes, please..."
"Let's have a look at this, shall we?" she said, pulling the towel aside to reveal his straining erection.
His penis was of average size, projecting upward at a forty-five degree angle. She studied it for a moment, noting the light pink color of its swollen head, and the somewhat darker shade of the shaft. It was visibly throbbing as it continued to grow under her gaze. Each beat of his heart caused it to bob slightly. His scrotum was slightly wrinkled, enclosing two large testicles. The pubic hair was fine and light brown. She ran her fingertips gently up along his inner thighs.
"Oh my!" she said, looking up and down the length of his erection. "Those girls next door really teased you, didn't they? Do you like it when a girl teases your cock?"
"Y...yes..." Will was breathing harder now, almost panting, and his heart must have been racing. He clearly wanted her to touch him badly.
"This will cost you more, you know," she informed him gently, with a little pout. Her finger continued to move along his shaft, light as a feather. "If you're good to me, I'll be very good to you..."
Will swallowed and licked his dry lips. "Yes, I know," he responded, looking towards the chair where his pants lay folded.
Anita smiled and went over to the chair and retrieved his wallet from his pants. Reaching into it she withdrew a fifty dollar bill; she paused, and then took out a second fifty. She looked over to him and raised her eyebrows in a question. Will swallowed again, and nodded. Placing the two fifties on the coffee table, Anita smiled and moved slowly back to him. Her hands reached up to loosen the ponytail, and her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. She undid another button on her smock, so that her breasts were now almost completely exposed.
"Thank you," she said. "Now I want to show you how grateful I am..."
Placing her hand under Will's quivering penis, she cradled it gently in her palm while the single finger resumed its exploration of the underside of the rigid shaft.
"You need this so much, don't you?" she purred. "You need someone to be nice to your big hard cock, someone to touch you. ...Like this..." Fingertips enclosed his shaft and lightly drew up over the head, making tantalizingly brief contact with his most sensitive areas. He moaned loudly and raised his hips in a vain attempt to prolong contact with her hand.
Anita smiled at his obvious need. She intended to make it much worse.
Reaching down between his legs she slowly drew her fingers up to his scrotum, gently scratching in slow circles all around his testicles. While she manipulated his balls with four fingertips, her thumb reached up and lightly flicked the cleft below the head from side to side. She moved her hand slowly up and down, the pads of her fingers pleasuring several of his most sensitive areas simultaneously. Continuing to tease his balls with her fingernails, she brought her other hand into play, delicately feathering the underside of his erection along its entire length, very lightly, at a maddeningly slow pace. She kept her touch light, just enough to tease him along and make him desperately need more. His urgent whimpering told her she was succeeding in that.
"We are going to have such a nice time together," she whispered. "Does this feel good? I love how it feels in my hands, and enjoy doing this to you. I'm going to give you so much pleasure, and it's going to last for a long time."
What followed was nearly an hour of erotic torment that drove him nearly mad. Anita's special talent was to probe and test a man's genitals to determine his most sensitive areas of pleasure, and then to tantalize him until he was just short of what he needed for release. With her hands, and her lips and tongue, she coaxed and toyed and teased, never giving his cock a moment's rest. Her tongue flicked lightly in rapid little licks on his pleasure spots, taunting him.
Whenever she sensed that he was reaching the point of no return she would stop abruptly, and watch as his hips bucked and he groaned in dismay at the sudden removal of pleasure. Then, when his erection had almost completely subsided, the maddening cycle would begin again to the very brink of orgasm, repeated over and over again. She held him in an agony of sexual frustration, deaf to his pleading and whimpering.
Her interest in manipulating sexual desires by using her sexuality, made the job ideal for her. Anita decided that is was time to finish him off, not because she wanted to, but because of the time she had spent.
She reached for the bottle of massage oil and poured a small pool of it into the palm of her right hand, then rubbed her hands together to make them both slippery. Will's cock was rigid. Anita grasped it in her left hand and drew slowly down from the head to the base in one squeezing stroke. Holding it immobile and stretched taut, she placed the palm of her right hand flat against the glistening bulbous head and began to rub her palm in circles all over the sensitive surface of the glans. The almost unbearable intensity of sensation that this produced caused Will to curl his toes and shiver.
When he was at the point of crying out in real distress, her hand slid down from the head to grasp the shaft just below. She held it still for a moment, allowing him relief from the over-stimulation she had just inflicted on him. Then very slowly she began to twist her hand back and forth, rotating her grasp on his penis just below the head. The torment had inflamed every nerve in his genitals, and his entire body was raging in response to every stroke and twist.
She slowly masturbated him to an explosive climax. He cried out and writhed in ecstasy and relief as he erupted in huge ejaculations that sent his sperm shooting into the air. As he bucked and spurted, Anita pumped and stroked it with both hands, providing him with the erotic pleasure it had been denied for the past hour. His semen flowed copiously down his cock and over her hands, and she used it as additional lubrication while she skillfully milked him.
When his cock finally completed its spurts, and his cries had subsided into soft whimpers, Anita gently cleaned him with a soft cloth. She smiled to herself as she tended to him; this, knowing he would be a repeat customer.