Massage Parlour Handjob – The Perfect Summer Vacation Job

Massage Parlour Handjob – not a bad job for the summer holidays!  

I wonder how many of you have had a massage parlour handjob? Quite a few I imagine! I’ve always loved giving massages (and getting them!). I really get off on exploring a man’s body with my hands, spoiling and teasing him, and building up to the moment when I finally reach for his cock. I also love giving massages to women, but that’s another story…

During the long summer holiday after my first year at university, I saw an advert for women to work in a local massage parlour. The British refer to them rather quaintly as massage parlours, even today. My first thought was that it was just a front for a whorehouse, but I kept thinking about what it would be like to work there. That night I fingered myself to sleep fantasising about being a masseuse.

Eventually, I plucked up the courage and dialled the number on the job ad. The woman who answered told me not to be nervous and invited me to come down for an interview. It felt really strange walking into the massage parlour, but it was surprisingly clean and nothing like my mental image of a sleazy red-light brothel.

And so I gave my first massage parlour handjob.  

The woman explained that I’d give each customer a basic full body massage for￡50 and that anything else that happened was strictly between me and the client. She said that there was a house ban on full sex, but I could make big tips by giving handjobs. Most of the guys were very satisfied with a quick massage parlour handjob from a pretty girl.

My first client was a prosperous-looking businessman. He skipped the optional sauna and quickly stripped off in front of me. Then he lay face down on the padded massage bed and I rubbed baby oil into his back. He had a pretty good muscle tone and I enjoyed pinching and kneading his back and shoulder muscles.

As I switched to a slower, more sensual caress, I felt his dangling hand brush against my bare leg. I moved out of reach and began to massage his legs, allowing my fingertips to probe his inner thighs, but always stopping just short of his balls. When his entire back and legs glistened with oil, I invited him to roll over so that I could massage his front.

He shifted eagerly onto his back, exposing his rock-hard cock.  

I pretended to ignore his erection and gently drizzled oil over his chest. Then I took my time massaging his chest muscles, and then his stomach. I could see that he was desperate for me to touch his cock, so I moved to his feet and kneaded and rubbed them instead. Finally, I gave his face and head a fingertip massage. Then I asked him if he’d like anything else.

The guy wanted me to undress and then give him a handjob. He said that if it was good, he’d give me a big tip and ask for me again. He liked to spoil himself with a full massage parlour handjob at least twice a week. For legal reasons, we had to keep our clothes on when we massaged clients, but I like to break rules – especially when there’s a big tip involved.

I peeled off my top and slipped out of my shorts. I let my client fondle my boobs and pull my erect nipples. When he grabbed for my pussy, I opened my legs to let him explore my wet lips. I squeezed baby oil over his hard cock and quickly began to wank him. I sensed that it wouldn’t take him long to cum and decided to bring him off hard and fast rather than tease him.

He soon began to moan and shudder, and then a spurt of hot cum splashed over my arm. I wanked him even faster and squeezed his balls with my free hand. He shot more jets of cum all over my hands. He moaned in pleasure as I continued to slowly massage his cock until it gradually went soft. And so, my first massage parlour handjob earned me a very generous tip! And whoever said size doesn’t matter is a liar – I definitely preferred stroking a big cock than a needledick.

As I was so good at it, I later went on to become a naughty volunteer giving handjobs in the local hospital. After all, I am a very charitable girl…

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