I have worked professionally as a massage therapist for over a decade. Every once in a while, not only is a client brave enough to ask for a happy ending, but I am brave enough to comply with her request. This client currently sees me every four weeks....

"Stacy has already signed up for a membership, make sure to give her your best." I remember my manager telling me. Okay, I thought to myself. "Shouldn't be too hard to please this woman, clearly" I thought to myself. I passed the doors into the lobby and called out her name. "That's me!" she called back, standing up and saying bye to her friend. We walked back to the room and I finally got a good look at her. She was shorter, just over 5 feet tall, but her presence was large. Her stare was hypnotic and it was easy to get lost in those big brown doe eyes. She claimed to be late 30s, but had a special youthful energy to her. A lovely green sundress showed off her strong thighs and standing next to her you could smell tangerines and citrus.

Stacy worked as an EMT in the city, and was constantly stressed. The career had taken a toll on her physical and mental health, so she just wanted to get consistent massages to relax. I explained to her the protocol, and stepped out to let her get ready. Her excitement was palpable when I came back in. Lying face down, you could see she had tons of tattoos, including a vibrant and colorful fairy took up her whole back. We started chatting about our tattoos and life in general and I admired her outlook. She wasn't kidding when she told me that her back was destroyed. After having to adjust my pressure twice on her hips(she wanted "firm, but soft..."), she said something that stunned me. "Do whatever you want to me." in the sultriest, sluttiest voice I had ever heard. Every one of her words were dripping with desire. I was turned on.

My hands found sore spot over sore spot before moving on to her arms. She was still face down, and its the perfect position for one of my favorite techniques. You slide your index fingers in between theirs, and use your thumbs to massage the palm. The very second my thumbs dug in, her thumb found my forearm and started to stroke it slightly. I decided to see how far she would want to go. My hands released hers and my fingers interlocked with hers as she clasped my hand. She started stroking my forearm again and looked up from the face rest.

What followed was more of a suggestion of a massage, as my hands moved up and down her thighs. Grasping, and kneading her butt and thighs, she started to arch her back. I took the invitation and started to rub my fingers higher and higher. Before long, they were rubbing lightly over her pussy. She was throbbing and soaked, and the smell of citrus hit my nostrils once more. One hand slid under her torso, up to her chest and started to fondle her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned lightly. "Turn over on to your back" I said. She happily obliged, throwing the sheets down onto the floor.

Now with all pretense of a massage gone, we continued to chat a bit. I asked her if she was fishing for a happy ending. "Yes! I thought I was being too subtle at first!". "Quite the opposite, in fact." I replied. We shared a laugh about how things had been going as my hands worked up her inner thighs and quads. Her legs spread a bit wide and the room began to smell like tangerines. "Can I taste you?" I asked quietly. "Only if I can taste you" she replied, motioning towards my massive erection. My pants slid down and we adjusted positions so she could suck my cock while I went down on her. Her pussy even TASTED like citrus.

A few slurping sounds and muffled moans later, she came and immediately after, she swallowed every drop of my load. We exchanged happy glances before I went to finish the massage with her neck and shoulders. Her eyes kept looking up at me, her brows furrowed and she said "I thought a happy ending was supposed to be at the end?" sarcastically before shooting me a grin. "my manager told me to give you my best" I said. No response followed, as she smiled, shut her eyes and sat to enjoy the moment. Stacy told me that she went online to ask how to seduce a massage therapist and get a happy ending. Her eyes looked back at me and we smiled at each other. "Can we do this again?" she asked. I glanced at the clock and saw we went over time by a few minutes. I told her the massage was over, there was a hot towel for her on the counter and to meet me outside once she was dressed again.

My manager was in his office, and as I poured water from the fountain into a cup, he asked me how the massage was. "I think she liked it" I replied, before heading down the hall and waiting outside of the room. I handed her some cold water as she stepped out of the room. The massage had its intended effect. Her shoulders were loose and she seemed almost drunk. "See you again in four weeks?" I asked. "You fucking bet" she replied with a devious smile as she took a sip of water.

I saw this client for months, but that's a story for another time....