*Warning:* This 4000+ word erotic story has a happy ending on the massage table, contains graphic language, and explicit descriptions of sexual activity including fellatio, handjobs, masturbating and more. Intended For Mature Audiences 18+ Only.
Erin is a professional massage therapist who wouldn't do happy ending massages... until very recently. She made a one-time exception for her regular customer, Jack, the handsome businessman. She resolves never to do it again. But when Jack asks her for help with a certain premature ejaculation problem, she can't say no.
EXCERPT:
"That's it," I say to him in a whisper. "Lie your head back. Close your eyes. Imagine a woman again... Or imagine me again... Yes, imagine me naked in front of you, spreading my legs for you, OK? Imagine you can see my wet cunt. I'm dripping with anticipation, I'm so horny. You can see my pink lips opening for you. Like a flower. Right in front of you. You can smell my scent. It drives you wild. Look at my pussy. What do you think of it? What would you like to do? I bet you'd like to fuck it, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to put your penis inside?"
Jack nods. "Y-yes," he says, straining. "P-please."
"Of course you would," I say, right in his ear while my hand works away on his cock. "Well, there's nothing stopping you. I'm opened for you. Why don't you just walk right over and stick your nice, hard cock inside me? Why don't you just pound me with that stiff dick? Imagine my hand on your cock is my pussy. Fill me up and fuck me like I need to be fucked. Fuck me like I'm bad. Fuck me like you want to come, deep inside me. You want to spurt in my pretty pink pussy, don't you?"
"I'm... close," Jack bursts out.
I stop stroking him. I take my hands completely off. Jack's cock spasms a few times, but he doesn't come.