Midnight Massage: a Happy Ending

When you can’t find a good lay at the clubs, you can get a midnight massage instead.

I went out with friends dressed in the perfect “fuck-me” dress. My heels were high, and my sexiest thong was visible as my skirt rode up on the dance floor. However, it wasn’t enough to just show off my body. All my friends were making out with someone, and my mouth craved a cock. I noticed many of my friends were leaving the club with partners. I left the club in defeat and started wandering around the city. Eventually, I came across a massage parlor that said “Midnight Massage Special.”

I thought a midnight massage special sounded good right about now.

If I couldn’t find someone to fuck, the least I could do was try to relax. I thought a midnight massage special sounded amazing; it would be sexy to be touched all over, even if it was strictly professional. As I approached the counter, the host asked, “We only have a man on staff tonight. Is that ok?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure,” I said. It wasn’t like I would be with a man tonight otherwise.

The massager was Terry,  a Japanese American man with perfectly tanned skin and almond-shaped eyes. He had perfectly toned arms and soft hands. If Terry was touching me, I might leave here with soaked panties. He led me into the massage room and ordered me to remove my clothes before stepping out to give me some privacy. The room had a massage table, a mirror, some candles, and calming music.

I took off my panties and got on the massage table—I was ready to be oiled and lubricated.

Being naked in that environment made me fantasize about Terry touching me. If he let his hands slip, I wouldn’t stop him. Terry returned and began my midnight massage.

He took off the sheet and grabbed my ass cheeks, pushing my legs apart. I was silently begging for him to slip inside my oiled pussy. For a few moments, he worked his way up to my shoulders and arms… Then back down to my hips and thighs. Terry had me turn over so he could work on my front. He not only massaged my thighs, but he also began to rub my chest, my breasts, then my nipples.

I mumbled, “Oh, keep rubbing there.” Terry gladly obliged. He then positioned himself to my side and slid his hand between my legs.

“You’re beautiful, ma’am,” Terry whispered. He began massaging my clit, then ‘massaged’ my nipple with his tongue and mouth. My eyes opened wide, and I lost my breath. Perhaps I was going to get a good fuck tonight after all. I reached over to open his zipper, but it was just out of my reach. “No, dear, that’s my job.” Finally, Terry’s fingers plunged into my pussy. He pounded me so hard that my head hung slightly off the massage table. “Hush now,” said Terry as he pulled out his cock and went into my mouth. I loved the taste of his cock.

“Feeling more relaxed?” he asked as he flipped me over on my belly. He pulled me to his face and started to tongue-fuck my pussy. My face pressed into the cushion of the massage table, muffling my moans. Terry climbed onto the massage table and rubbed his cock on my pussy. “Are you ready for a deeper midnight massage?”

Terry fucked my oiled pussy and gave me a truly happy ending.

He managed to get his thick cock balls-deep inside me, making me cum harder than I knew I could. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a sign in the massage room. “This is a legitimate massage therapy center; no soliciting sex. Violation of the law will result in prosecution.” My midnight massage special got a heck of a lot more special after seeing that. My pussy squirted over the massage table, but Terry was happy to clean up. After my happy ending, I kept Terry’s business card and gave him a big tip since he was kind enough to provide me with a big tip of his. It looks like I may have a new way to spend my club nights every week.

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