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Hello, it’s been a while since I published. I want to thank you for the many affirmations of stories like Getting to Know Aunt Lorraine, Kathryn the Perfect Secretary, and Jane the Registered Masseuse and Whore. To all those Anonymous commenters who think personal insults makes their ugly comments matter, how about you write a story?

Some folks have said I should finish other series before starting a new one. I get it. I do want to write more about Doris and Her Son and Kathryn, but this is me and how I do things. I hope you like this story. It is loosely based on a real RMT I know and her own journey to a more open mind.

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I am Katie, a Registered Massage Therapist. I am 39 years old, average height, and I am told I have a body men like – especially my big ass and 40Ds. I have long brown hair I usually tie back or up. I am very good at what I do and have a lot of clients – men mostly, but a fair number of women, and a couple of pre-Op Transsexuals.

I opened my own studio 5 years ago and during most of that time, my only thoughts about offering happy endings were that I wish men would stop asking me for them. I was a professional after all. Personally, outside of work, I was very sexual, which my boyfriend, my lawyer, and my brother-in-law all appreciated. I loved to fuck, anally too, and I had mouth skills that made my men quiver.

But at the studio I was all business. I was always pleasant but also very clear about my limits. I did allow undraped massage and didn’t mind seeing all those erections but looking was all I did and trust me I tried to avert my eyes.

Over the last year or so, the lines between work and personal life began to blur. My boyfriend went off to Toronto for grad school. My lawyer got caught fucking his secretary and is not going through a divorce, so he cut me off. And my brother-in-law couldn’t handle the guilt. Each one of them left me within a three-month period.

And all of them told me in person, but only after spending the night with me sucking and fucking for hours. Part of me felt used. But a bigger part of me thought they deserved to remember what they were giving up. Nevertheless, I was lonely and horny, but too busy to do anything about it. I had a few toys, but they were an inadequate replacement for the real thing.

I was hungry and aroused all the time and it began to affect my professionalism. The change was subtle at first. I caught myself looking at hard cocks more often than I did and when the clients saw me looking, I did not stop. I didn’t touch their cocks or balls, but I did start massaging up higher between their legs than I usually did. I loved watching those beautiful penises wagging back and forth.

The men never said a word, but I knew my voyeurism turned them on. Some of them watched me stare at their precum, hoping no doubt I would lower my head and lick it off with my tongue. I may have wanted to, but I didn’t. Never once.

This went on for a couple months, but the men always left with blue balls. And I kept getting hornier and hornier. I got so aroused sometimes I would masturbate on the table in between appointments and then would be turned on wondering if the next client could smell my pussy.

Then one Friday afternoon, things changed. One of my favorite clients came in for a 90-minute session. He was my age, pleasant and kind, a good tipper, and always polite. He also had an incredible cock – thick and cut, a good 10 inches and I did enjoy looking at it.

Carl was my last appointment, so I locked the spa door. The massage was going pretty much as usual until I ran out of massage oil and had to slip out to get another bottle from my supply room. I scurried out but left the room door open, not that it really mattered, but when I returned, I froze in the doorway. His head was toward me, so he didn’t notice me, but what stopped me was that he was massaging his balls with his left hand and slowly stroking his cock.

He had to know I would see this; so, I figured he was testing me. I will admit, there was a voice in my head urging me to go help him, but the sight of his oily cock being teased and stroked by its owner had a certain allure, to say the least.

I was staring at him stroke the head of his swollen cock with the tips of his fingers. I must have been leaning forward because I lost my balance and had to shuffle my feet to stop from falling. Needless to say, he heard me. He didn’t look. He just whispered, “Katie, you can come closer, if you like.”

I repositioned myself to his left side. I kept my distance at first but that didn’t last long. What he was doing to himself was mesmerizing and making me wet. I could feel the dampness. I wondered if there was a wet spot in my yoga pants.

He was stroking himself in earnest now, long strokes, fast then slow. Sometimes he would slap it and then resume stroking. I never saw a man stretch his balls like he did. Hell, I didn’t know balls could stretch like that!

Suddenly he stopped.

I looked at him.

He smiled and whispered, “What do you want, Katie?”

Oh Jesus, what a devil. “You know,” I said.

“You have qiqitv.info to ask me, Katie. Ask me for what you want.”

I bit my lip.”I…I want you to…”

“No, Katie, you have to ask, not tell.”

“Fuuuccck,” I sighed. “Really?”

“Yep.” Then he smiled and said, “Whatever you ask for I will provide.”

I smirked. “Will you buy me an Audi?” I laughed.

Carl chuckled. “I would have to know you better.” He leaned up toward me. “Now ask me.” Then he glanced between my legs and smiled.

This time his tone of voice was clearly commanding. He was ordering me to ask the question. I felt uncomfortable about that, but he had no sooner said that when my pussy gushed a little. I was soaked down there and it was showing.

“Will you make yourself cum please?”

The words just flowed out of me. I wanted this and if I had to ask him for it, why the hell not ask?

Carl resumed his eloquent masturbation. I rested one hand on his chest and another on his upper thigh. Sometimes he rubbed his head on my arm. I was stroking his chest lightly as he stroked and fondled himself and when I grazed his nipples, he arched his back. “Suck my nipples.”

Another order.

His nipples were erect. I leaned over and flicked the tips of both before sliding my mouth over his left nipple and sucking it into my warm mouth. I angled my head so I could still watch Carl work his cock. I scratched his mound while he played with his big beautiful penis. That was as far as I could reach and still suck Carl’s nipple.

Suddenly, Carl grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to meet his. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he looked me in the eye and said, “Get your face close to my cock so you can really see me cum.”

I held his gaze while my pussy pulsed out some more of my juices. Fuck, he wanted his cum to shoot on my face. I nodded and slowly moved myself so that I could lean over his pelvic area and position my face a few inches above his throbbing dick.

His pace was fast and furious now. He had his head arched so he could see me. “Katie,” he said. “You know what I want, don’t you?”

He was a devil. I knew. He wanted to cum in my mouth. I am not an idiot. I smiled. “The actual question is, Will I do what you want.”

I felt a stream of cum spray all over my cheek. I opened my mouth and lowered it over his cock head and took two heavy streams before I gagged and pulled away to receive two more strands on my face. Without thinking, I pushed his hands away and took his cock in my hand. I lifted my head towards his and opened my mouth. Cum drooled out before I could close it and swallow all of it. God, I loved drinking him.

I slowly pushed down on his cock, taking it in my throat and face fucked it for a good ten thrusts until saliva began streaming from my mouth and down my chin. I had seen spit covered women suck like this on Pornhub but until this moment hadn’t realized how hot and erotic it was. I was a mess and both of us were loving it.

Between my gagging and Carl’s grunting, we sounded like animals in heat.

Eventually I stopped deep throating him but held him in my mouth while his erection subsided. I tickled his balls and when he was finally soft, I laid his cock on his belly, gave his balls a few licks and then stood up and said, “Look at my face. Look at what you have done to me.”

Carl grinned. “You look lovely.” Carl looked between my legs. “Wow,” was all he said.

I must have squirted a couple of times while sucking him. My wet spot extended halfway down my thighs. I was so soaked, I dripped a little onto the floor, and I was a bit cold now from all the liquid. I nodded, “Yeh, wow!”

While I wiped off my face and brushed my hair, I watched Carl get dressed. This was the first time I had done anything like this fully clothed while the man was naked. It made me feel powerful for some reason. I knew it was time for him to go, but if he had grabbed me, thrown me down and ripped off my clothes, I would have let him fuck me.

But he didn’t and a few minutes later we hugged and said our goodbyes. Just before Carl walked through the door into the real world, he turned and said, “What will we do next time?”

It wasn’t until the door closed that I said, “Whatever you want.”

I locked the door and turned down the lights and went to the laundry room in back and took off my yoga pants and panties. I rinsed them off and threw them in the dryer. While I waited, I laid on the massage table in the wet spot and masturbated, cumming at least three times, squirting once. I was just getting up when the dryer buzzed.

I decided to clean up the room in the morning, got dressed and walked home. It was a delightful evening, warm and the sunlight was dancing between the trees. For the first time in ages I felt sated, though clearly wanted more. I felt like a new woman. I knew I wasn’t going to fuck Carl on his next visit, but I also knew I wanted to be naked for him and with him. I wanted his mouth on me and his fingers inside of me. I didn’t want to just rush to intercourse.

As I turned the corner of my street, I hard porno also wondered if I should be open to other possibilities with a few of my favorite clients. Many of my men were very attractive and well hung and they always were rock hard when I massaged them. Could being this way with them actually happen?

I didn’t notice until I was settled in front of Netflix that Carl had texted me, 5 times no less. The first four were all one word, “Wow!” The last one asked, “Are you okay?”

“I am,” I responded. “You?”

“I am fine.”

“This was a first for me and unexpected.”

“Me, too. So, shall we do it again?”

“Yes, I think so. Maybe with a few changes?”

“I am open to whatever we want to do.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Would you…consider dressing sexy?”

“How sexy?”

“LOL, how about almost naked sexy?”

“I will take that under advisement.”

For the remainder of the evening I tried to imagine what I should wear for him. I didn’t have much in the way of lingerie or short skirts. I would have to buy something.

Just before bedtime, Carl texted again.

“I would love the chance to make you feel good.”

I didn’t answer, despite the pulse I felt between my legs.

Tomorrow would be a short day. I had only three clients in the morning, a woman, a new male client, and another favorite client, Alvin who was not only well endowed but also attractive. I didn’t imagine he would just start masturbating, but I did wonder if there were ways I could test the waters with him, so to speak. I drifted off still feeling the energy of my time with Carl and wondering if I dared to become more open to extra experiences with trusted clients.

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I woke up early but refreshed. I liked Saturdays because they were only a half day long. I figured I would run some errands in the afternoon and maybe have supper with a girlfriend. The hot water spray of the shower felt so good, especially on my nipples and between my legs. I probably spent too much time on my pussy because when I went to my closet, I started looking for what I could wear. Usually that choice was simple: yoga pants and a loose fitting, conservative blouse, but this morning my usual attire lacked appeal.

I tried on a few tops, all of them scoop-necked, but figured my nipples would be too noticeable, given that I had already decided not to wear a bra or panties today. I tried on a few skirts, short ones and mid calf. The short ones seemed too bold and the long ones rather boring. Finally, I discovered a black dress I hadn’t worn for ages. It was somewhat low cut and just above the knee, but it was a dress that had a zipper from top to bottom. I figured that feature might come in handy.

My nipples did not press through, but I had the option of lowering the zipper as far as I dared to show my ample cleavage, and I liked the idea of being able to unzip it completely or watching a client tug on it to see more of me. The only thing I didn’t like was my white legs. Fortunately, I found a pair of sheer, black nylon stay-ups that felt good wrapped around my upper thigh. Then I topped it all off with a pair of high heels, not the ideal thing to wear when massaging, but I brought along my flats. I figured I would wear them for my first two clients but put on the high heels for Alvin.

I had a hard time recognizing myself. In 24 hours, I had gone from a professional RMT who never offered any type of teasing, much less more. The experience with Carl had caused a quick and powerful transformation. All my professional principles flew out of the window once I did what I did with Carl. I told myself that it was one-time thing with him, but I knew better. I was hungry and the time with Carl was very erotic and sizzling hot.

I had gone without for so long, I needed to change things up. And now, after my time with Carl, my desires were even higher. There was no doubt in my mind I would fuck Carl eventually right there in my studio and I knew if I started fucking him, I would want to do it again. And again.

I guess I could have reserved this kind of thing only with Carl, but I only saw him every two weeks. Besides what if he quit seeing me. Maybe he had second thoughts this morning.

While I looked at myself in the tall mirror on my bedroom door, I saw a hungry, sexual woman. I imagined how it would feel to have a man unzip me, to see my naked body, how it would feel to suck more cock and to fuck. I even wondered to myself if I would take a cock in my ass. I rarely did that with men, even though I liked it. But it seemed like nothing was off limits now. I actually looked myself in the eye and said out loud, “Katie, are you becoming a cock hungry woman?”

As I expected my first two appointments were standard fare. Nice people, decent tippers, but not candidates for anything other than a professional massage. Alvin was at least worth a looksee. He was a tall, husky, black man, muscular but with a few soft edges. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen. Still is to this day. At least 12 inches and thick like a slender woman’s wrist and boy did he reklamsız porno have big balls, about the size of apricots and they were tight, not baggy like some men get.

Always a gentleman, Alvin never “accidentally” touched my ass or tittered on about happiness or asking if my massage included a “full release” of stress. He was all classy. His cock though shot up into the air as soon as I touched him, and it never subsided. Sometimes he would lay there afterward while I began tidying up and I would glance over. Still fully erect. Any woman will tell you. A man with a big beautiful cock who can stay hard like that for an hour or more at the very least gets a gold star on the fantasy bulletin board.

I slipped on my heels and immediately felt like a slut. The zipper down dress and nylons were already across the line of professional attire, but the shoes were a clear statement of lust. My cheeks got warm. I was blushing. Fuck, the things my body does to me. My pussy was wet. He hadn’t even arrived, and I was imagining my hands massaging his magnificent balls while his cock rose hard above them, swollen and waiting for her decision to slip it into her mouth and slowly down her throat.

I must have spent an hour fidgeting with my hair, tying it up or in a ponytail, even tried pig tails, but I decided to let it hang loose. I slid the zipper down then up, trying to figure out how much cleavage I should start the massage with. Like Carl yesterday, Alvin was my last client. He was always on time, so I stood by the door. He walked in a minute early, said hello, and I locked the door behind us.

I am pretty sure he hadn’t noticed my dress. When I walked into the massage room, he was just about to get down on the table, but he froze when he saw me. His eyes took their time taking me all in and his cock was hard and wagging like the tail of the devil.

I smiled. “You like?”

Alvin shot me a smile, then put on a serious face. “Quite lovely,” he said, trying to hide his desire to unzip my dress and… “Okay,” I stammered. “Let’s get to work on those aches and pains.”

I worked warm oil into his shoulders and back, down his thighs and along his ass cheeks. I always did that, but this time it all felt so very erotic and sensual. I was beginning to that my intentions as a masseuse should include more than relieving people of muscular stress. It should include providing pleasant sensations, something more sensual than therapeutic.

This time I not only massaged his cheeks, I caressed them, ran my fingertips across and up and down. I intentionally touched his inner thigh but a fraction of an inch away from his cock and balls. At this stage I didn’t even want to pretend I accidentally brushed up against him. I wanted him to get hungry. When I went deep, I used the pressure to spread his ass apart so he could feel my breath lightly kiss the dark space in between.

He couldn’t help but moan now and again. That was a first for us. The second time he did that, he looked at me and whispered, Sorry, I can’t help it.”

I smiled. “It’s fine Alvin.” Then I patted his ass and said, “Flip over, please.”

I sensed I had the momentum now. As he turned over, I slid the zipper down at least two inches. Now I was showing the cleavage of two full breasts yearning to be free. He noticed right away. He opened his mouth but, as I hoped, he was speechless and looked a bit foolish staring at my breasts with his mouth open. Talk about a metaphor!

I moved toward his head. “Go ahead lay back.” I leaned over him to massage the arm farthest from me. It was an obvious ploy to give him a close look at my breasts. We both knew it, but if I had learned anything from my time with Carl it was that I wanted to get to the fun stuff much sooner.

Alvin was a gentleman, but no one’s fool. He put his arm around me and repositioned me so that his face was between my breasts. He reached up and pulled the zipper down and my breasts fell on his face. Alvin must have spent a good ten minutes licking and nibbling and sucking my nipples. It felt so damn good. His mouth skills caused me to grind his chest. My dress had slipped more than halfway up my ass and there was no denying it. My wet, bald pussy was sliding its juices all over this incredible man’s chest and belly.

The dress was a bit awkward now, so I stopped for a second to take it off. Once naked, Alvin pulled me up across his body, sliding his hands down to below my ass so he could hoist me up over and then down upon his face. He sucked me like he hadn’t had pussy for years. His tongue pushed deep inside, he made slurping noises when he sucked my clit, he slid his face up and down between my labia. He was an animal. He kept sucking me even as my squirt filled his mouth and sprayed across his face and neck.

I had to stop. My legs were quivering. I collapsed on him. He turned and pulled me in to kiss him. His face was soaked, and he tasted like my pussy. That was the best first kiss I had ever had. I began licking his neck and the kissing my way down his chest. When I lowered my head to suck his nipple, his cock was between my legs tapping against my labia as if it were knocking on a door. At one point I sat up and placed his cock between my labia and gave him a slow-motion camel toe rub. I loved watching porn like that, especially when the man would cream between her lips. God it must have felt so warm.

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