Scott Seeks a Massage

Scott stepped into the dimly lit massage parlor, the air heavy with the intoxicating blend of lavender and jasmine. The soft hum of ambient music seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket, instantly calming his nerves. He was a slender man, his frame lean and wiry, with a tight ass that seemed to defy gravity. His chest was smooth, as were his lower legs, but his most striking feature was his seven-inch cock, thick and veiny, hidden beneath his loose-fitting pants. Scott had heard whispers about this place from a friend, who had hinted at the "special" services offered by the masseuses. Intrigued and more than a little aroused, he decided to give it a try.

At the reception desk, a middle-aged woman with a warm, maternal smile greeted him. "Welcome to Serenity Spa," she said, her voice as soothing as the scent of the oils wafting through the air. "Are you here for a massage?"

"Yes, ma'am," Scott replied, his voice steady but his heart racing with anticipation. "I’m Scott."

"Perfect, Scott. I’m Mama Lin, and I’ll be introducing you to your therapist today. Her name is Tia, and she’s one of our best." Mama Lin’s eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, as if she understood exactly why Scott was there. "Follow me."

Scott trailed behind Mama Lin as she led him down a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. The soft carpet muffled their footsteps, adding to the sense of privacy and intimacy. The walls were painted a calming shade of sage green, and the faint glow of sconces cast a warm light on the space. Mama Lin stopped at one of the doors and knocked gently. "Tia, your client is here," she called out, her voice soft but commanding.

The door opened to reveal Tia, a woman in her late twenties with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall. Her eyes were almond-shaped and deep brown, sparkling with a mixture of professionalism and something Scott couldn’t quite place—perhaps curiosity, or maybe even desire. She wore a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and full breasts. Her lips curved into a welcoming smile that sent a jolt of excitement through Scott’s body. "Come in, Scott," she said, her voice soft and melodic, with a hint of a husky edge that made his pulse quicken. "I’m ready for you."

Scott stepped into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the massage table in the center. The room was warm and inviting, with soft lighting that cast a golden glow over everything. A single candle flickered on a nearby table, its scent mingling with the essential oils in the air. Tia closed the door behind him and turned to face him, her smile never wavering. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the table. "You can undress and lie face down. I’ll be right back to start the massage."

Scott nodded, his throat dry. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he began to undress. Tia watched him with a calm, appraising gaze, her eyes taking in every detail of his body. His smooth chest glistened under the soft light, and his tight ass flexed as he bent to remove his shoes. His lower legs, hairless and toned, seemed to glow in the dim room. Finally, he stood naked before her, his seven-inch cock hanging heavy and relaxed between his legs, the head already beginning to swell with anticipation.

"You’re very fit," Tia remarked, her voice neutral but her eyes lingering on his body. There was something in her tone, a subtle warmth that made Scott feel both exposed and desired. "Lie down on the table, and I’ll begin."

Scott did as he was told, climbing onto the table and lying face down. The soft linen felt cool against his skin, and he closed his eyes, trying to relax. The room was quiet except for the soft music and the faint sound of Tia moving around him. He could smell her perfume, a light floral scent that mingled with the oils in the air. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her touch.

When Tia’s hands finally made contact with his back, Scott felt a jolt of anticipation. Her fingers were strong and confident, kneading the tension from his muscles with expert precision. She started with his back, her palms gliding up and down his spine, her touch firm but gentle. Her hands were warm, and the pressure she applied was perfect, easing the hard spots in his shoulders and lower back. Scott let out a soft sigh, his body beginning to relax under her skilled touch.

As she worked, Tia’s hands seemed to linger on certain areas, her touch deliberate and intimate. Her fingers traced the contours of his body, mapping his muscles with a familiarity that suggested she knew exactly where to apply pressure. When she reached his buttocks, her fingers dug deep, massaging the tight muscles beneath the surface. Scott felt her hand brush against his cock, and he couldn’t suppress a soft groan. His cock twitched, beginning to stir in response to her touch.

Tia smiled to herself, her fingers deliberately brushing against his cock again. This time, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her hand rest on his shaft, feeling the warmth and thickness of it. "You’re tense here," she murmured, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Scott’s spine. "Let me help you relax."

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and she began to stroke him slowly, her touch firm but gentle. Scott’s breath quickened, his body arching slightly as pleasure coursed through him. His cock hardened rapidly under her skilled touch, growing thicker and heavier in her hand. Tia’s other hand continued to massage his buttocks, her fingers probing and kneading, creating a sensation that was both relaxing and intensely arousing. The combination of her touch on his cock and his ass was overwhelming, and Scott felt his control slipping away.

"Turn over," Tia instructed, her voice soft but commanding. There was a hint of amusement in her tone, as if she enjoyed the power she held over him.

Scott obeyed, rolling onto his back and propping himself up on his elbows. His cock stood proud and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. Tia’s eyes flickered down to it, a small smile playing on her lips. "You’re very responsive," she observed, her voice laced with approval. There was no judgment in her words, only a professional appreciation for his body’s reaction.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she positioned herself between his legs. Her hair fell around her face, framing her features in a way that made her look both innocent and seductive. Her hands closed around his cock, her fingers stroking him with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate. Scott moaned softly, his head falling back against the table as pleasure washed over him. Tia’s touch was hypnotic, her hands moving up and down his shaft with a skill that seemed almost otherworldly.

As she stroked him, Tia’s other hand reached down to cup his balls, massaging them gently. Scott’s breath came in short gasps, his body tense with anticipation. He could feel the pressure building in his groin, the familiar tightness that signaled his impending release. "You’re close," Tia whispered, her breath warm against his ear. Her lips brushed his earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

"Yes," Scott managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands gripped the edges of the table, his knuckles white as he fought to hold back.

Tia quickened her pace, her hand moving faster and firmer. Scott’s hips bucked slightly, his cock throbbing in her grip. With a loud groan, he felt his orgasm surge through him, his cum shooting out in thick, hot streams. Tia didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned forward, her face close to his cock as she continued to stroke him. The first jet of cum hit her cheek, followed by another that landed on her lips. She smiled, her tongue darting out to taste him. The sight of her lips glistening with his cum sent another wave of pleasure through Scott’s body.

Scott’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, his body shaking with the force of it. When it finally subsided, he lay panting on the table, his cock still twitching in Tia’s hand. But to his surprise, she didn’t stop. Her fingers continued to stroke him, her touch light and teasing. Slowly, his cock began to harden again, responding to her relentless attention. Scott couldn’t believe how quickly his body was recovering, but Tia’s touch was impossible to resist.

"You’re a quick recoverer," Tia remarked, her voice amused. "Let’s see if we can get you to cum again."

Scott could only nod, his body still buzzing with pleasure. Tia’s hand moved faster, her strokes more urgent. His cock throbbed in her grip, the head swelling with pre-cum. With a cry of release, he came again, his cum shooting out in a thick stream that landed on Tia’s chest. She smiled, her fingers still moving as she milked every last drop from him. The sight of his cum dripping down her cleavage was almost too much for Scott to handle, and he felt his body go limp with satisfaction.

When he was finally spent, Tia leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, her lips soft and warm. "You’re all done," she said, her voice gentle. She reached for a warm towel and began to clean him, her touch tender and caring. Scott closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He felt completely vulnerable yet utterly safe in her hands.

Scott lay back, his body relaxed and sated. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, his muscles loose and his mind clear. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.

Tia finished cleaning him and stepped back, her smile warm and genuine. "You’re welcome," she said. "I’ll see you later in the week. Don’t forget to tip Mama Lin on your way out."