A Naughty Sexy Massage With A Happy Ending ♕

Just A Wee Bit Unprofessional

 

Did I ever tell you about how I used to work as a masseuse? It was a great job! I met so many interesting people and made all my clients smile. Oh, I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking that every time it was a naughty sexy massage. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but a lot of my clients really did just want a massage. I’d be lying, though, if I said it never got a little naughty. Let me tell you about one time that I just couldn’t resist being a little unprofessional.

I booked a visit to a guy in his home. Wealthy clients sometimes want a massage without leaving their mansions, so it wasn’t that unusual. This place was like a mansion. This was the kind of house that would make Bruce Wayne jealous! I parked my little car out front and felt like a total nobody as I walked up the big steps to the huge doors. An actual, real-life butler answered the door! He was an old British guy, just like you would expect in a movie. He was friendlier than I expected and led me inside to meet his boss.

The guy was in his fifties. He had a salt and pepper beard and he was built like a bear. Now, you might think that it was his house that impressed me, but I have to be honest, I would have thought this guy was hot if I met him in a cheap diner. There’s something about older men who know what they like that just makes me melt.

Hoping For A Naughty Sexy Massage

Mister Money (you know that’s not his real name, right?) showed me to his private massage room. Can you imagine having a house so big it has its own spa? He had a sauna, a steam room, a pool… and one of the best massage rooms that I’ve ever seen. I was ready to give him a professional service, but I have to confess that I was hoping he wanted a naughty sexy massage instead!

I got prepared while he undressed and lay on the table. Then I got to work with my oils and my skilled hands. I worked his broad shoulders and strong back, finding all the stress and strain that a hard-working man stores there. I melted away all that tension and soon he was making some deep, sexy groans that had me wet and frustrated.

It wasn’t him that suggested the very naughty sexy massage. It was me. I know, I’m a bad, bad girl, right? As I was massaging his thick legs, I let my hand run up inside his thigh and touch something that was full of tension. He was already hard for me.

Time For That Happy Ending!

He was not afraid to take charge. Especially once he knew that a naughty sexy massage was allowed. I’ve always loved men who aren’t afraid to give me orders. He rolled on his back and started to give me instructions about just how to please that big, hard cock. It started with just my hands, but then he told me I had to use my tits. I took his cock between my full, oily tits, making him groan louder than ever.

Is it still a massage if you use your whole body and your tight pussy is filled with his hard, throbbing cock? I think you can still call it a naughty sexy massage, even if it might look like hot fucking to the untrained eye! If you call me for some hot phone sex, I can describe my technique in a lot more detail!