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Lydia rang the bell beside the front door, foot tapping impatiently. She had so many notes to review and readings to finish that she was tempted to leave before anyone answered. She had only come because her roommates had threatened to hide all her of textbooks and her laptop if she didn’t do something to finally relax.
Relax, she scoffed. Who had the time to relax?
Even though she had always worked hard in high school, spending most of her time in the library studying for tests and pop quizzes, she was finding that she was very out of her depth in university. Her professor’s lectures were convoluted at the best of times and everyone else seemed to be grasping concepts quickly while she was still struggling.
Her few friends had always teased her about being a bookworm, a nerd, and that she should get out more. Clearly, she should’ve been studying even harder.
Lydia’s mind drifted to the physics problems she still had to complete when the door suddenly opened.
A tall man who looked to be in his late 20s stood in front of her, clean-shaven with a warm smile on his face. Lydia blinked as she took him in. He wasn’t who she was expecting. His shoulders were broad and the white polo he was wearing seemed to stretch taut over his chest. Her eyes moved down to his forearms with all their corded muscles and then further to stare at his large hands.
“Lydia?”
Her eyes snapped back up to him and she could feel a flush warm her face at how he must have caught her staring. His smile was still polite, though he seemed slightly amused. She quickly nodded, hoping he wouldn’t call her out for staring.
“Come on in,” he told her and led her inside into the clean waiting area.
“My name’s Mark,” he introduced himself. “I’m your massage therapist for today. If you don’t mind, we’ll settle all of the forms and payment first. Since it’s past 6pm, the receptionist has already left and it’s easier to get all the administrative stuff done first.”
“Um, yeah sure.”
She bowed her head over the forms, still feeling embarrassed for ogling him earlier.
“So, what brought you in for a massage today?” He asked, as she started ticking off some boxes.
“Oh, I’ve just been feeling a lot of tension in my shoulders and back lately. I’m just really stressed out,” she winced at her own admission.
He nodded. “Are you a student?” His eyes flickered over her but settled on the school emblem on her sweatshirt.
“Yeah, my first year in university. It’s harder than I thought,” she mumbled dejectedly.
Mark gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’s a tough transition for a lot of people. We do get a few students in here from time to time. Hunching over studying and carrying all those textbooks aren’t great for your posterior chain. Is this your first massage?”
Lydia signed the form, handing it back to him, and nodded. “Yes.” A new wave of embarrassment crept over her as she asked, “Um…do I have to be naked for this? I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do…”
A brief look of intrigue flit over his face, before Mark smiled at her reassuringly. “You definitely don’t have to be if you’re not comfortable with it, but it’ll be easier for me to work if there’s no obstructions. Obviously, there’s a lot of touching involved and I might have to focus on certain areas of your body more than others. That alright with you?”
Lydia thought about all of the tension she was carrying, how she felt so high-strung like she might snap at any minute.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I just need to relax,” she sighed.
“Oh don’t worry,” he told her, his smile almost a smirk. “I’m very good at my job.”
Once they were done, he led her into a room where a sturdy looking massage table was fixed to the floor and covered in white sheets. The room was bright and she could hear soft, relaxing music playing from hidden speakers.
“I’ll give you some privacy to undress. Again, it’s up to you how much you want to take off. You can lay down on the table once you’re finished, face in the hole, and cover yourself with the sheet.” With that, Mark left and closed the door softly behind him.
Feeling nervous, Lydia began taking off her clothes, folding them up neatly and then placing them on a nearby chair. She decided to take her bra off but left her panties on before crawling onto the table and covering herself with the sheet.
There was a soft knock at the door followed by an, “All done?”
“Yes,” she called out and heard the door open and his soft footsteps as he entered the room.
The lights suddenly dimmed and her body tensed as he removed the sheet from her back. She could hear him chuckle above her. “A massage is supposed to be relaxing, not nerve wracking. Just try to enjoy this and let me know if the pressure is too much or not enough.”
She heard the click of a bottle opening and then his large, oiled hands began rubbing along her shoulders and back in smooth and practiced motions.
Lydia almost moaned when he worked at a knot in her shoulder blade, using his thumbs to dig firmly into it.
“Hmm, you’re really tense. Good thing you came here,” he murmured in a low voice.
His hands worked across her shoulders, her skin tingling as he dragged his palms across, kneading at her with firm strokes. He worked on her upper back, fingers just skating along the edges of her breasts.
Lydia could feel her face heat up at the touch. No one had ever touched her like this before, and she didn’t want to be weird about it when she was just doing his job.
His hands drifted lower, thumbs rubbing in small circles as he fit them to the contours of her back. When he pressed his thumb into a spot that had been bothering her for days now, Lydia whimpered slightly, catching his attention.
He stopped abruptly. “Too much?”
“N-no,” she stammered, embarrassed. “It just felt really good. Sorry about that.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. Honestly, it lets me know that I’m getting the right spots. You can be as loud as you want, by the way. No one else is here besides us.” His finger dug into the same spot again and Lydia couldn’t help but release a low moan.
“That’s it,” he murmured lowly. “Good girl.”
Her face flushed further and she was glad he couldn’t see it. The sound she let out had sounded so obscene. Thank god he was a professional.
He continued on, Mark’s warm, large hands slowly unravelling all of the knots in her back as she moaned quietly. But he let out a concerned little hum that had her brow furrowing.
“Is something wrong?” She asked.
“It’s just…you’re carrying a lot of tension. It’s a little worrying since you’re so young. I don’t usually offer this to first-time clients but do you want a more in-depth deep tissue massage?”
“Um…” she hesitated, “what would that include?”
“Well, I’d use a firmer touch to really get into those deeper layers of tissue, maybe even use different parts of my body like elbows or forearms to target certain areas. I’d also be way more thorough, massaging sensitive areas like your glutes to hit certain pressure points.”
“Glutes? Like my butt?” She blurted out in shock.
He chuckled. “Yes, your butt. Think about how much you sit down studying all the time. There’s a lot of tension in your hips and glutes and you could really benefit from some release. I’ve done these before with other clients, and they seem to really help. If you’re not comfortable with it though, that’s fine. I’m just kind of worried about how tight you are.”
His fingers dug into her lower back again for emphasis and she whimpered. “See what I mean?”
Lydia mulled over his words. She had been very stressed out lately and getting more cricks and aches in her back than before. And while she wasn’t an aggressive or stand-offish person, she found she was becoming more snappish with people for the slightest things.
Maybe if he did a thorough job then she could go back to studying refreshed, renewed and significantly less hostile.
“Okay…I guess.”
“Great! I’ll start on your lower body now.”
Mark rearranged the sheet to cover her back and pulled it up to reveal her bare legs. He hummed again thoughtfully. “Do you mind if I take off your panties? They might get in the way.”
“Um…no, do what you have to do,” she chuckled nervously.
Lydia tensed when instead of hooking his fingers through the sides of her panties, Mark’s warm hands glided smoothly up her legs, thumbs caressing the backs of her calves and thighs before stopping at the curve of her ass. His thumbs gently grazed her rear before he slowly slid her panties down her legs, the feeling of the soft cotton against her skin making her shiver.
The sheet still covered most of her ass, but she could feel air around her now bare and exposed pussy. Her face flushed even further and an unwanted wave of warmth pooled deep in her belly.
Oh shit, was she getting turned on by a massage right now? Lydia tried to subtly close her legs but she heard Mark tsk above her.
“Be a good girl and keep these spread for me now,” he ordered in a deep voice that had her core suddenly throbbing. He gently pushed her legs apart before picking up one foot and kneading her arch.
All thoughts fled her as he began massaging the ball of her foot, pressing into the points that had her shuddering with how good it felt.
His strong hands continued upward, massaging the tight muscles in her calves and hamstrings, focusing on any spots where she let out small moans or whimpers. He was very good at this, perhaps a little too good. As his hands continued upward, the aching in her core became more insistent and she fervently hoped that she wasn’t getting noticeably wet.
“Do you run?”
The sudden question almost had her sighing in relief. Conversation might help distract her from his warm hands.
“Yeah, it helps clear my head.”
“That’s good. Just make sure you stretch really well afterwards. I can show you some good ones, maybe help stretch you out too.”
The idea of him stretching her out had her cunt clenching, and she bit her lip as his hands drifted to the curve of her ass again. His hands grabbed each cheek before firmly kneading the soft flesh.
His fingers dug into the muscles roughly and she barely contained the strangled, lewd moan that threatened to escape her. His hands slowly pushed her cheeks apart, thumbs treading dangerously close to her anus and her body tensed as she realised that the motion was also spreading her pussy open.
As her lips parted, she could feel the slow ooze of her slick slide down her cunt and she noticeably froze underneath him.
“Everything alright?” He asked curiously.
“G-good,” she stammered. He must not have noticed and she wasn’t going to tell him she was getting off on this. Lydia ignored the way she could feel her heart beat in her cunt and tried to relax.
After some agonising minutes of him massaging her ass, and dragging his fingers along the sides of her hips, he mercifully stopped and covered her legs with the sheet.
“Alright, the backs done. We can do your front now. Turn over.”
Lydia gulped nervously and tried to will the heat away from her face, though she knew it would be futile. She hoped he didn’t mention how flushed she was. He was being a serious professional right now and he didn’t want her to think she was some perverted little girl.
Once she turned over, he stood right behind her head and began massaging down her shoulders towards her arms, rubbing at her muscles and stretching her limbs. Lydia, too embarrassed to stare at him, just closed her eyes and tried to calm down.
He leaned forward a little and Lydia felt his body just graze the crown of her head. She gulped thinking about how close his crotch was to her face. How if she leaned further out, she would be in the perfect position for him to feed her his-
“Lydia?”
Hearing her name had her eyes snapping open and looking into his.
“Yes,” she squeaked. She hurriedly tried to push any perverted images out of her mind. God, she was being such a slut.
“Do you mind if I do your chest?”
“M-my chest?”
“Yeah, I want to be really thorough and work out all of your kinks and that includes your chest. Is that okay?” His face was perfectly calm, unlike hers which felt aflame.
At a loss for words, Lydia just nodded dumbly. Mark stayed where he was and simply pushed the sheet farther down, accidentally pressing his crotch into the top of her head again. She bit back a whimper and could feel a slow drop of arousal gliding down from her cunt and onto the white sheet below her.
Mark continued with his work, grabbing the bottle of massage oil and slowly opening it above her slightly heaving chest. The liquid dripped between her breasts and she gasped as it hit her body. She felt so warm, the liquid was almost a cool reprieve.
He quickly rubbed the oil into her skin before palming each breast in his large hands.
“Hmm, you have pretty big breasts. Must make your back hurt, right? I’m glad I worked out all the knots there.”
Lydia could barely speak, her brain scrambled by how he was softly squeezing her tits, his thumbs drawing slow circles around her nipples until they stiffened and peaked under his touch. He gently pushed her breasts together, long fingers nimbly moving to pinch her nipples before releasing her and starting all over again.
The aching sensation between her pussy was becoming almost unbearable now and she subtly rubbed her thighs together underneath the sheet, almost whimpering at how wet she was. She was certain that the entire table was soaked now.
His hands left her breasts momentarily, only to start back at her neck and shoulders to make smooth, firm strokes down her front, sliding down her breasts and ribcage towards her stomach.The motion had him leaning against her again, his crotch pressing into her forehead with each stroke. She thought she could feel a sizeable bulge, though it was hard to tell from her position, and she had to resist the urge to rub her face into him. God, what was wrong with her?
Mark, finally finished with her upper body, moved to stand next to her middle but didn’t bother covering up her chest with the sheet this time. Instead, he grabbed the other end and lifted it so that only her groin was barely covered now.
“‘Kay, time to start on the legs again.”
His warm hands and quick fingers worked methodically as they kneaded into her tense muscles. She could see the look of concentration on his face and desperately hoped that he wouldn’t notice the wet pool underneath her.
He massaged up her thighs and slowly moved inward, pushing her legs further apart much to her dismay. He moved higher, thumbs rotating in slow circles until he was near her drooling cunt. Maybe he would just think the wetness there was oil?
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he froze slightly and she braced herself for the mortification when he found her disturbingly wet. She wondered if he would throw her out, but instead, he placed his thumbs on either side of her cunt and delicately spread her open. Lydia froze unsure of what was happening, and could feel her arousal trickle down her slit towards her ass.
“Shaved?” He asked in a husky voice.
Startled by his sudden question, Lydia just blinked and blurted out, “Waxed.”
He hummed approvingly. “Good. I’ll be massaging your groin now, and not that it’s a problem, but sometimes it’s easier with less hair.”
Without further warning, he dragged his fingers up her moist slit and gently rubbed against her clit. Lydia gasped at the sensation, her back arching off the table.
“Easy now,” he murmured to her lowly.
“Y-you’re massaging there?” Her fingers dug into the table as her pussy clenched around nothing.
“Oh yeah.” He looked her dead in the eye as he continued stroking her folds, calmly explaining as if he was talking about the weather, “There’s a lot of pressure points in the groin that are great for stress relief. Your clit is just a bunch of sensitive nerve endings and your vagina has your g-spot. I wouldn’t really be doing a thorough job if I didn’t massage these areas too.”
His thumb pressed and rubbed firmly against her swollen nub, causing her to mewl and buck her hips into his hand.
“It’s great that you’re already so wet. Natural lube is always the best,” he said casually before he slipped one finger into her tight channel.
The invasion in her centre had her gasping again. His finger was thick, thicker than hers and she just bit back a groan as he crooked his finger inside her, rubbing along her sensitive walls.
“Definitely tight here. Looks like I'll have to stretch you out after all,” he said in a husky voice.
Her mouth hung open and her eyes closed when he slipped another finger inside her, her cunt stretching to accommodate him. His fingers expertly stroked her sensitive walls, just like they had when he had been working out the knots in her back.
“That’s it, just relax and enjoy it.” His thumb worked on her clit as his fingers began fucking her in earnest. If she thought her moans had been obscene, they were nothing compared to the slick sounds of his fingers moving inside her. Was this really what a massage was like?
His free hand reached up to start kneading at her breast again and all Lydia could do was moan as her hips began thrusting into his hand. She was so close, could feel herself cresting higher and higher-
He pulled his hand away from her suddenly, making her let out a pathetic whine.
Mark chuckled but moved towards the end of the table, pulling her by the hips so that she was closer to the edge. “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”
He bent forward, his head between her thighs and licked a long stripe up her slippery cunt.
“Oh god,” she called out, her thighs trying to close around his head, but he held them firmly apart. “You’re using your tongue?” She gasped.
He flicked at her clit once, sending a shudder through her before answering, “I told you earlier, I might use other parts of my body. The tongue’s a pretty strong muscle and well-suited for targeting this area.”
His head quickly descended again and all Lydia could think about was how good it felt when he licked her cunt all the way up to her clit. He gave it a gentle little suck that had her shuddering before he moved back down, penetrating her tight core with his tongue.
She groaned at the sensation, feeling his tongue lapping at her walls thoroughly. The sensation of it rubbing against her had her letting out a litany of curses, and she bucked into his eager mouth.
He removed his tongue but quickly replaced it with three thick fingers. Lydia could feel her pussy fluttering around him as his mouth moved back to her clit again. She was so close. As if sensing what she needed, Mark stroked her faster with his fingers, trapped her clit between his lips, and sucked hard.
Lydia came with a high-pitched keen, her back arching off the table as her entire body felt like it was being electrified. Her walls clenched hard around his fingers but he continued to stroke her through her orgasm, trying to draw it out for as long as possible.
She finally had to pull herself away when she grew oversensitive and blearily opened her eyes, not sure when she had closed them. Her naked chest heaved as her pussy continued to pulse from the aftershocks.
Lydia could hear Mark’s soft, low murmurs as he rubbed the inside of her thighs gently. She weakly raised her head to look at him and could see him staring at her messy cunt with dark eyes.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” He asked her, licking his lips. She swallowed when she saw how his chin glistened with her cum in the dim light.
“Uh…uh-huh,” she answered, still too dazed by what had happened.
“Now, get onto your front,” he ordered, already putting her legs down and shifting to roll her over.
“W-what? We’re not done?” Her words sounded slurred to her own ears.
“That was just some prep since you’re so tight. Now we’re going to do a thorough pussy massage. Just to make sure you’re fully relaxed. Sound good?” He cooed. Her limbs and brain still felt like jelly so she barely protested when he turned her around.
By now, the sheet had already fallen off somewhere and she was fully naked in the room while he stood clothed behind her. He arranged her loose and lax limbs so that her legs hung over the edge, her cunt pressed into the rounded corner of the table, and her ass raised towards him. He stood in between her legs and she could hear the sound of a zipper being undone behind her.
“A thick, hard cock is really the best thing to massage a tight, little pussy like yours. You really want to feel it.” His voice was so low she barely heard him over the sound of the soft music still filtering through the air.
Lydia weakly lifted herself up onto her forearms and turned to see Mark’s large erection, the tip already flushed red and leaking pre-cum. Her eyes widened in trepidation at how big he was and he smirked.
“Don’t worry. That’s what all the prep work was for. You’re so wet right now,” he dragged the wide head of him through her folds, “I’m sure I’ll slide right in.”
“Now,” she felt him line himself up with her aching hole, “biiiiiig stretch.”
“Oh…fuuuck,” she groaned, throwing her head back, as his thick cock split her open. He slowly eased himself into her but he had been right. With how slick and wet she was, her pussy seemed to welcome him in easily, almost greedily swallowing him whole despite the overwhelming stretch.
She could feel his balls rest against the swell of her ass when he finally bottomed out and she whimpered at how full she felt.
“Good girl,” he praised her as he kneaded and pinched her ass, letting her get used to his girth. “You’re taking me so well. Let me know if the pressure and speed is good for you, alright?”
The slow drag of his cock along her walls had her closing her eyes again and she couldn’t help but cry out when he thrust firmly back into her.
He lowered himself onto her, the fabric of his polo feeling almost harsh against her skin as he grabbed her tits again. “Gotta massage these too,” he growled into her ear as he began pounding into her and squeezing her breasts.
The relaxing, meditative music was completely drowned out by the harsh sounds of his balls smacking into her ass and her high-pitched moans.
Mark’s thrusts alternated between quick and shallow, and slow and deep. The way he had arranged her had her clit rubbing mercilessly against the table and she could feel another orgasm building up with an almost terrifying intensity.
“Hmm, I think you actually like it a little rough. You liked it when I went harder, right?” He palmed her breast firmly with one hand while the other slid down to her ass and smacked her hard.
Lydia let out a sharp cry at the pain but her pussy clenched down on his invading shaft. He chuckled darkly behind her, “Yeah, I thought so.”
He suddenly stopped to hitch one of her legs up onto the table, spreading her even wider for him, and pushed down on her back until she was lying flat against the table again.
Mark fucked back into her harder and faster, and she let out another sharp cry when his cock brushed against that sensitive spot in her cunt that had her pulsing around him. He groaned, “That’s it, take it. You need this.”
He relentlessly rammed himself into her, her cries devolving almost into hiccups at how hard he was pounding into her. With one harsh thrust, her clit slid against the white sheet and she screamed, her body convulsing and shuddering as her pussy spasmed around him uncontrollably.
Lydia’s vision went white as she climaxed, her body writhing in his hold as his own movements became frantic. She could barely hear him swearing as he tried to force himself deeper into her before stilling, filling her with a torrent of warm cum.
The two of them lay on top of the massage table for long moments, breathing heavily like they had just ran a marathon.
She whimpered when she felt him pull his now soft cock out of her thoroughly abused cunt. Lydia knew her pussy was definitely going to be sore tomorrow but she couldn’t care, not after how hard she had just come.
She felt his fingers swipe up the creamy fluids that oozed from her in a thick stream before gently pushing them back in again. Lydia could only tremble as his fingers softly rubbed her still fluttering walls.
“Don’t you feel more relaxed now? Next time you come in, we can try to massage this hole too.” His fingers left her cum-filled pussy and drifted up to her ass crack, rubbing against the tight ring of muscle there.
Lydia whimpered, but she was already looking forward to it.