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Rocky had just moved into the neighborhood. He had seen us drinking out in Rachel’s patio when he stopped by and greeted us. He said he ran a massage parlor in his apartment and he gave us his card.
“All customers are satisfied! I guarantee!”
I had been wondering what he had meant by “all customers satisfied” when I had read over his business card. Rachel had said something when he walked away too.
“Satisfied, huh?” she said, giggling while sipping on her coffee.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, it’s obvious Dani. Don’t be so dense. The guy is a prostitute.”
“Shut up Rachel,” Kathy said.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Who runs a ‘massage parlor’ out of their apartment? Besides, would you blame any girl for hitting him up if they are hard up for some.”
Rachel laughed and it filled the entire street. The rest of them laughed along with her, but I just let my gaze meet the concrete and I wondered if what she had said was true.
Rachel was always really lewd. She made dumb jokes like that all the time. But… I also felt my mind going in a different direction. One that I hadn’t thought of before.
I imagined him pressing me against the massage table, with me lying pro bone and him inside of me. His warm and hard body was pressing against my shoulder blades as he nibbled on my ear, filling me up while he pulled on my hair.
I kept on trying to shake that thought, but it persisted. It had been so long since the kids’ father had left. Dating was hard when you had kids to introduce into the equation. It wasn’t easy, but it was what life had given me, and I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Hi, this is Dani. Your card says all customers satisfied. What does that mean?
I can’t explain what it was that piqued my interest but I would have to say it was probably the glasses of wine mixed with the lack of attention. I didn’t even wait to leave the girls before sending it. I wrote it out, looked it over for about 5 minutes, and then hit send.
Why don’t you come up and I can show you? I don’t have any appointments today.
I told the girls that I would be leaving a bit early so I could sober up before having to pick the kids up. They didn’t notice that I went in a different direction in my car. Or maybe they did. It’s hard to guess at this point, as the only thing that was on my mind was the look that Rocky had given all of us before he walked away.
I went to his apartment and he gave me some water and some towels and a robe. He said that I could keep my clothing on if I preferred, but when he left I stripped down to my birthday suit. I luckily had shaved that morning, so there weren’t any embarrassing little hang-ups to worry about, but I still had some anxiety hanging around in the back of my mind.
When he entered, he made small talk as he approached the table. You have any kids? Do you work? What things do you do for fun? Shit like that. I answered and let my eyes begin to half close in relaxation. It was amazing. His hands were so skilled. He would rub my back and apply pressure in a way that I had never had done before. It was really enchanting. I would let out soft moans and gasps when he would hit the right spot. I could also feel my pussy clenching and becoming wet. I let the mix of his handsomeness, his big hands on my body, and the wine I drank earlier take me away. It was really wonderful.
Suddenly, he asked me something that caught me off guard.
“Um…” he started, his voice a bit shaky, but not overly so. I could sense the nervousness, but I could also hear the tint of eroticism that he dripped into his words as well. “There is something that I do for special customers. I could do it for you. no charge. Would you like the special?”
“Yes,” I said. I didn’t even think about it before saying. It just popped out of my mouth. “I would love the special.”
His hands left my body, and then the towel was pulled from around my hips to down onto the floor. Then I felt the oil that he had been pouring on my back now falling down onto my ass and the back of my thighs. It was cold, and I started to giggle and move, but his hands came down on the lower part of my back.
“Stay still,” he said.
I heard that request… No… I heard that command, and I froze. My walls clenched again. I stopped moving and let him finish pouring the oil out onto my body. Then his fingers began to move. He first started rubbing it into my ass, then moving down to my lips, using the oil as a lube to work with. When he got to my clit and pussy, I began to let out little yelps of appreciation. Oh… It felt so good. He was skilled too. He didn’t spend a lot of time in one specific area. He kept on moving from my clit to the inside of me. He would rub my ass cheeks between all of this, and it seemed like he was enjoying himself.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
Suddenly his index and his middle were inside of me. Inside of me and rocking hard and fast. I let my hands grip the side of the table, clutching it with white knuckles as he continued on. I looked back at him and he was so focused on my privates. He was staring down at me with his brow furrowed and his lips and tongue between his teeth. I came right there. Just by his hand… Holy shit. I let out a cry and I saw a smile crack along his face and I felt it with my entire being.
“Good girl,” he said, and I felt my heart melt away right then after hearing those words.
Suddenly I was being flipped over. My legs were in the air and he had his shirt and pants off. He had his cock out. He was rubbing it along my clit and letting the oil that he had applied assist him in making me feel so fucking good. I went to reach down and grab his cock, but his hand came and grabbed my wrist.
“No. I’m in control. You hear me?” his breath was ragged. It made me almost come right there again for him. “You don’t think I know what you want? You don’t think I know what you are? You can’t even wait an hour before hitting me up. Little cock hungry slut.”
Then he was inside of me. I let out a gasp, and he pushed in deeper. His cock was impaling me. It had been so long, and he was so big, and this was all so sudden, I felt like I was dreaming. But this was real. I opened my legs wider for him as he started to pump inside of me faster.
“I love fucking little soccer moms like you,” he said. “I love bringing you over here and playing with your bodies. And you like it too, don’t you, Dani?”
“Yes, I love you playing with my body!”
He quit talking then. He just let out a series of grunts and huffs as he climbed onto the table. He took my legs and held them up in the air, pressing the back of my thighs against his chest. That was when he started to pound me… I mean really pound me. He was long stroking his cock in deep, all the way to the base of his penis, and then he would pull it out, everything saves for his crown. I had quieted down too for this. I felt like I could barely process anything… My head felt empty. could hear nothing but both of us breathing into the other’s mouth. He kept on pushing harder, grabbing the back of my neck and folding me more, holding on tight while he pummeled my body.
“Fuck…” he let out. “I am going to come. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, oh yes, I want it. I want it. Comeinsidemepleasecomeinsidemeplease…”
I kept on repeating that like some fucked up the mantra. His pace quickened and I felt his member stiffen and then he did it. I felt it gush out of him. It was so fucking hot, feeling his stickiness inside of me right then. I felt his shaft fucking me while he unloaded, and his fluids mixed with mine in a perfect concoction. When he was done, he laid inside of me, holding my face in his hands while kissing my eyelids.
“Thank you,” I said, his lips still playing across my forehead as I spoke. “That definitely left me satisfied.”
He smiled as he looked down at me.
“Be sure to tell all of your friends!”
He pulled out of me and I wondered if I would spread the word, or keep this little secret to myself. I let that thought permeate while laying there as I feel your seed spill out of me.