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MDNI. 18+ ONLY.
DO NOT REPOST.
It was a routine for you. On the last Sunday of every month, you treated yourself to a spa day at a local massage parlor. It was like a reward for getting through that month’s work.
You loved the place you frequented. You have been going there for almost a year now. I was owned by a lovely young couple. One worked as the masseuse, and the other acted as the receptionist.
You had already booked this month's appointment weeks in advance, but on the morning of your next visit, you woke up to a series of text messages.
Shoko
7:08AM
Sorry, I can't come in today o(〒﹏〒)o.
Miwa has been sick all morning, and Uta already volunteered to help Momo’s art club.
Gonna send in a replacement. We went to the same school. So sorry again (⋟﹏⋞).
Although you felt disappointed that you wouldn't be able to see the two of them today — chatting with them was one of the highlights of your visits — you didn’t feel mad at them. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like raising two elementary school aged children.
You shot back a quick, I understand! Hope she gets well soon.
It had taken you a while to muster up the courage to make your first appointment with her, knowing that you would need to be fully nude for their full body massage. You finally caved in when your after-work soreness just wouldn't go away. After Shoko worked her magic during your first appointment, you were hooked. You left the place feeling like a new person, and that you had gained a new friend. With Shoko, you trusted her enough to be able to vent about your personal life and gossip about work drama, which kept your mind off of your nakedness.
As you got ready for your day, you became increasingly more wary of having to meet a new masseuse. It surely was going to be awkward, but you felt like you could trust anyone recommended by Shoko, which soothed your thoughts a little.
After a quick shower and a small breakfast, you headed over to the plaza where the spa was located. You were able to find a parking spot near the entrance and quickly made sure you had all of your belongings before entering the building.
At the sound of the door bell chiming, the man sitting behind the front desk looked up.
A man.
You didn’t know why you assumed it would be a woman, but the sight of him sent your mind racing again. This man — a stranger — was going to be seeing and touching you fully naked. You could feel your brain buffering.
He quickly stood up to come greet you, knees bumping the desk that was clearly meant for a shorter person as he got up. “Hello”, he said with a short bow. “My name is Satoru Gojo. You must be the 12 o’clock appointment. I’ll be taking care of you today.” He extended his hand with a boyish grin.
As you shook his hand, you looked up to observe his features. You didn’t know that humans could grow that tall. It was kind of straining your neck to look at his head, topped with the palest hair you’d ever seen. He was dressed in a pair of light gray, loose-fitting scrubs. Peculiarly, in contrast to his professional uniform, he was also wearing a pair of deeply tinted, black sunglasses that obstructed his eyes from view.
Not only did his height dwarf you, but so did his hands. They stood out to you the most of all. Frankly, they were huge, with protruding veins that continued up his muscled forearms. His hand swallowed yours in his grip.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Gojo. I’m Y/N,” you politely said back.
He chucked at that. “No need for the formalities. Satoru is just fine.” He turned around to grab a clipboard from the desk. From what you could see, it held a form attached with some yellow sticky notes covered in what you recognized to be Shoko’s messy scrawl. He scanned it quickly. “It says you’re here for a full body massage with a facial. Also that you’ve been here a lot before and that this appointment has been prepaid. Is that correct?”
“Yes Mr- I mean, Satoru,” you replied, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt. “I usually see Shoko every month but…” You trailed off.
He gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I can treat you just as well as she does.” A pause. “Or even better.” He slid his glasses down to send you a wink, and your gaze met the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.
You felt your face heat up at that statement. Mentally, you shook yourself, trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that popped up. Don’t be weird, you said to yourself. He didn’t mean it like that.
He led you down the hall, towards a room that you were very familiar with — the massage room. As you entered the room, you were hit with a feeling of zen. It was small and windowless, with sage green walls and hardwood flooring. In the far corner was a sink next to a shelf filled with various sized towels. Perpendicular to the sink was a small dresser topped with a few plants that you could ever tell were real or not. In the center of the room was a large massage table. The plush white padding made it look like a soft, inviting cloud.
Satoru crossed the room in a quick few strides to grab one of the towels for you. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “You can undress while I wash my hands. You know what position to lay down in, right?” You nodded, and he smiled again. “Good girl. Tell me when you’re prepared for me.”
Stop thinking dirty thoughts, stop thinking dirty thoughts, you chanted to yourself. You just nodded in response, and he turned to the sink. You didn’t know why you were overthinking so much. Rationally, seeing a male massage therapist shouldn’t be any different from seeing a female.
With shaky hands, you pulled your clothes off. Neatly, you folded them up and set them on the dresser. As you pulled off your panties, you noticed a wet patch had formed at the center. You quickly hid them between your shirt and skirt, hoping he didn't notice how he was affecting your body.
Grabbing a towel, you climbed onto the table, laying on your stomach. You wiggled your body until your face was aligned with the hole at the end. You felt around to make sure the towel covered your private parts before you called out, “I’m ready!”
You heard his footsteps as he approached your side. There were some shuffling noises as he opened the dresser drawer for supplies. “Would you prefer lavender or eucalyptus?” he asked.
“Lavender, please!” you replied. That one was your favorite scent.
You heard a click as he popped the cap open and poured massage oil onto his hands. They made a lewd, slick sound as he rubbed them together to warm it up.
“I’m going to begin now,” he stated, before bringing his hands to your legs.
He started at your calves, slowly kneading his fingers into the muscles there. Luckily, this month, you didn’t have to run around at work very much, so he was able to get that section done quickly. Your body let out a shiver as his hands slid up to your thighs, digging into the soft flesh there.
“Is the room too cold?” Shit, he noticed.
“No, no,” you said quickly. “It’s fine.” You tried to make conversation, since you weren’t used to it being this silent. “So how come I’ve never heard Shoko mention you?” you asked as he slowly worked his way up your thighs.
“I’m a private massage therapist,” he replied. “So I usually travel to a client’s house and work there.”
You hummed in contentment as he continued to rub out the soreness in your muscles. You tried to ignore how you could feel heat growing at the core of your body. “That must pay well,” you noted.
“Meh, it’s not as nice as it sounds. It’s mostly a lot of old ass men. Blegh.” You would practically hear his eyes roll. “This though-”
You swear you could feel his fingertips slide under your towel and graze your ass, but the feeling left as quickly as it came. Maybe you were imagining it.
“I could get used to this.”
You almost whined from the loss of contact as he pulled away from your legs to alternate to your back, guiding his hands up and down, until he felt like he had removed all the knots in that area. You were glad he was no longer touching your legs, so you could rub your thighs together, trying to subtly relieve some of the arousal growing between your legs.
When he moved his hands up to your shoulders and neck, you were unable to hold in a loud moan. You gasped when you realized what had just happened. “I am so sorr-”
He interrupted you with a hearty laugh. “It’s okay,” he assured you. “In my line of work, I get that all the time. “Although,” the tone of his voice dropped lower, “I like it better when it’s coming from you.”
You couldn’t keep lying to yourself. There was no way you were mistaking the sultry tone in his voice. You propped yourself up on your elbows, getting ready to turn around and ask what exactly he meant by that statement, but your voice died in your throat when you saw that he was hard.
Since his hands were still on your back, your view was slightly obstructed, but there was no mistaking the long outline of his cock straining against the leg of his pants. His face was flushed a deep pink, and he was breathing heavily. Clearly, you were affecting his body the same way he was affecting yours.
He sighed concededly, knowing that you saw his erection. He brought his hands up to remove his glasses and set them on the dresser. “If you want me to stop, then I’ll stop, and we can forget this ever happened.” He stared intensely into your eyes, serious.
There was no way you were letting go of this man who had been driving you crazy for the past hour. Boldly, you turned your body over to reveal your chest. As your hips turned, the towel slid off, and you could feel that there was a pool of arousal that had formed, now getting smeared across your ass.
You heard Satoru’s breath hitch as you presented yourself to him. He regained his composure as a smirk slowly formed across his face. “You naughty vixen,” he purred, sliding his hand across your chest. He teasingly used his fingers to brush over your nipple, before grabbing behind your neck to pull you into a rough kiss.
He kissed and sucked on your lips sloppily, coaxing your mouth open so it would accept his tongue. He tasted sweet, like he had just eaten candy. While you sucked on his tongue, his other hand roamed down your body until it cupped your sex, engulfing it under his touch.
You moaned into his mouth as he palmed your fluttering pussy, lubricating his fingers with your arousal. He slowly circled the tip of his middle finger over your entrance before sinking it into your heat, eliciting a moan from both of you.
His fingers were so thick that you still felt stretched out with only one inside you. He pumped it a few times, testing the waters, before deciding to insert another. You whined as he rubbed his fingertips all over your gummy walls, reaching deeper than you could ever achieve on your own. He continued to roughly fuck his fingers inside, feeling around until he found your sweet spot.
“Found it,” he said cockily as you quivered and cried out below him. Your twitching legs clenched around his hand as he repeatedly curled his fingers over and over the same spot until you came. Cum coated his hand as it gushed out of your body, creating an even bigger mess than before.
“Satoru- ah!” You tried to use both of your hands to push his arm away, but he kept his fingers firmly planted inside of you. He kept fucking you at the same pace, grinding the heel of his hand onto your clit, even though you were still shaking from your last orgasm.
Your eyes rolled back as he continued to abuse your insides with his fingers. You quickly felt pressure building up in your abdomen again.
He leaned over to suck at the side of your neck, leaving bruises then lapping at them with his tongue. “Just one more, baby,” he whispered in your ear. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine. “Be a good girl and give me one more.”
As if on command, you came again at his words. You clung onto his arm, embedding crescent moons on his skin as he ripped another orgasm from you.
Satoru smiled wolfishly at the sight below him. From the drool sliding out of the corner of your mouth to the insides of your twitching thighs covered in a shiny coating of cum, you looked absolutely wrecked.
Though blurry vision, you watched him pull his fingers out of your pussy with a wet squelch. His entire hand and part of his forearm was wet with your fluids. Maintaining eye contact with you, he brought it up to his face and licked a long stripe up his hand.
“You taste so good,” he moaned out, sucking his ring and middle finger into his mouth. His tongue darted out to lick between his fingers, lapping up all of your juices. “Do you want a taste?”
You hazily nodded your head. He lowered his hand until it was cupping your face, then pushed his wet thumb between your lips. Obediently, you sucked on it, swirling your tongue over the pad while looking into his eyes. Satoru’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you.
You looked down to see that the tent in his pants was even bigger than before, and a wet patch had formed where the tip protruded.
Satoru noticed your shift in attention. “Oh? Did something catch your eye?” he asked, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, making you gag around it. You felt a dribble of spit leak out and run down your cheek.
He pulled away and used both hands to pull down his pants and boxers. As soon as it was able to, his dick sprang free, hitting his abdomen.
You let out a needy whine at the sight. You reached out your hand to touch him, but he circled his hand around your wrist, stopping it mid-air.
“Nuh uh,” he chastised, shaking his head. “I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.”
With his other hand, he started tugging on his cock, stroking it from the pale hairs at the base all the way to the leaking tip.
The sight of it was delicious. You’d never wanted to put something in your mouth so bad.
“I want to help you,” you said breathily, eyes fixated between his legs.
Satoru’s cock twitched at your admission. “Oh yeah?” he said, cocking his head to the side. He started stroking himself faster. His precum made a loud, wet sound at every move of his hand. “You gonna let me use that pretty mouth of yours?”
You nodded frantically, and he chuckled at your eagerness. It was kind of pathetic how desperate you were for him, but your mind was still in a haze from your previous orgasms.
He released your hand so he could maneuver you into position. He turned your head so that it was now dangling off the edge of the table, giving you an upside down view.
Satoru let out a low whistle at the sight of you. Your reddened face was covered in a mix of sweat, spit, and your own cum. The sight of you sent even more blood rushing south.
He tapped the tip of his cock on your lips, leaving a glossy sheen as he smeared his precum over them. “Open wide, baby,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Pinch me if it’s too much.”
You obeyed his command, allowing him to slowly enter your mouth. You tried hard to focus on calming yourself and breathing through your nose, but the thickness of his cock stretching out your throat was becoming overwhelming.
Seemingly sensing your distress, he brought both hands to your chest, trying to distract your body from the intrusion. You moaned as he massaged and tugged at your tits, his thick digits digging into your flesh.
When the majority of his cock was thoroughly seated in your throat, he began to shallowly thrust himself inside your mouth. His head tilted back, letting out a low groan as your throat contracted around his shaft.
“Good fucking girl,” he purred. “So.” Grunt. “Fucking.” Grunt. “Tight.”
You moaned at his praise, which only spurred him on. He started fucking your throat in earnest now, balls slapping against your face as he chased his release. You could feel him pulsing in your mouth as you sucked the best you could with the small amount of remaining energy you had left.
He openly moaned while he drove himself deep into your throat. It felt like he was actively trying to fuck your brains out.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he got closer to the edge. You could feel him twitch more as you ran your tongue over the veins of his cock, taking in the taste of his skin.
“Get ready for it, baby.” He pulled out, and you let out a gasp for air.
You breathed heavily as you watched him furiously pump his member. His face was flushed red from arousal. Sweat dripped down his furrowed brows as he concentrated on the tightening of his balls.
“Oh, oh f-fuck.” He came with another loud moan. You closed your eyes as he sprayed his release.
He had aimed for your mouth, but it ended up everywhere. He must’ve not been able to get off for a while, because there was so much. It was on your tongue, your cheeks, your chest, in your hair… It laid hot and sticky on your skin. You made sure none of it had gone on your eyelids before opening them.
Satoru gently picked up your head to help you lay back down on the massage table properly. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the lack of oxygen from being upside down for so long, but you felt too tired to even lift a finger. With your head turned to the side, you could see that he looked just as fucked out as you felt.
He smiled at you again, knowing from your state of exhaustion that he did a good job, as he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He did it in an attempt to make himself look more composed, but the sweat and humidity caused it to stick up in awkward angles. Bending down, he pulled his boxers and pants back up, over his softening cock.
You don’t remember much after that. All you had was the vague memory of a towel dampened with warm water gliding over your skin and the herbal scent of whatever mask he applied to your face.
Satoru hummed a quiet tune as he diligently cleaned you up in your half-awake-half-sleeping state. The glide of his fingers was much more gentle as he worked products over your skin.
You became fully awake at the sound of the dresser drawer next to you opening. Groggily blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you found Satoru putting various items in a bag for you.
He turned around and smiled when he felt your gaze on him. “Oh my god, you’re finally awake.” His face then turned serious. “You’ve been asleep for 10 years,” he deadpanned.
You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Shut up.”
“No, look!” He pointed to his head. “It turned white. See!”
“It was already like that, idiot.”
He just shrugged. “Ok, you got me.” He handed you your clothes from the dresser, along with the bag. “Here. Shoko wanted me to give you some things as an apology for not being here.”
You smiled as you took your belongings. “Thanks. I’ll make sure to tell her I got them.”
As you started to put your clothes back on, you immediately realized your panties were missing.
“Satoru…” you started, but he just smirked and patted his pocket, where there was now a panty-sized lump of fabric.
You were too tired to try to get them back, so you just went ahead and put your clothes on without them.
He extended his elbow towards you to lead you back to the lobby. He did a good job at cleaning himself up. He looked nearly identical as to when you first saw him, minus the glasses.
You hoped that you didn’t look you obviously just got fucked. You hadn’t been able to see yourself in a mirror, so you hoped it wasn’t too bad.
When you got home, you immediately went to the bathroom to put away your new goodies. As you took them out of the bag, you realized there was a message written at the bottom of it.
Call me! 080-XXXX-XXXX