I have a side job as an erotic massage therapist in Japan. It is exactly what you think it is - sex services for women. A massage with a happy ending...although depending on the client, sometimes the massage is optional. I’m registered with a shop, clients can either contact me directly or my shop to make an appointment, and the sessions are predominantly held in hotels, but I’ve gone out to personal homes before. In Japan, only paying for PIV intercourse is strictly illegal, so we officially don't offer that, but we do offer everything else for the client.

I've had the pleasure of meeting up with many different women through this. They've all varied - younger, older, married, single. If I had to pick a type I see most frequently though...married women in their 30-40s. They don't necessarily go into full detail about their situations, but I always get the impression that their husbands lost interest in them sexually somewhere along the way.

I remember one such woman I met with last year. The name she gave was Sakura, certainly not her real name. When I get a reservation from my shop, I just get a customer name, date and time, which course they picked, and a location. I literally know nothing else about the customer until I actually meet up with them. Professionally of course her age and looks don't matter. She's a paying customer who picked me, so I'm going to do my damndest to make sure she gets her money's worth. Personally though, of course, I do have my own likes, and having a customer who falls in line with that is kind of like the cherry on top. Some customers will meet at a neutral spot before heading off to a hotel, some will have you come directly to their room. Sakura specified that I was to come directly to her hotel room.

When I arrived at the hotel, I knocked on the door and after a few seconds Sakura answered. She was of an average height, with dyed light-brown hair that fell straight past her shoulders, and a very cute, beautiful face. She was young, late 20s, very early 30s at best. She had taken her shower before I arrived, so she was only wearing the hotel robe, and I couldn't tell what she looked like under the robe yet. I entered the room, and after receiving the cash we sat down for what is called "counseling." Basically we have a survey that the customer fills out, letting us know what they want and don't want and what not. I give this to Sakura to fill out and sit next to her. I casually browse her answers, go off to take my shower, and when I come back it's time to start the service. I direct Sakura to lay down on the bed and disrobe. Sakura takes off her robe before laying down, and I get a glimpse of her naked - holy cow. She's slim but with some large, natural breasts. Nice hips and ass, and shaved. She lays down face-down on the bed as I marvel to myself about how wonderful this side job is.

I imagine every therapist has their own approach to the massage. I actually studied full body massage in the past, so I do like to start off giving a real one. It’s a good way to slowly get to know her body, and relax her. I begin massaging Sakura’s calves and thighs, some light kneading before applying the massage oil. As I massage her we chat, and Sakura tells me that she’s the mother of a 2-year old boy. Her husband lost interest in her sexually almost the day they learned she was pregnant. She tried everything to get him to pay attention to her but all her efforts were in vain, resulting in her using these services. …I dunno what her relationship is like with her husband, but it’s mind-blowing to me that this smokehouse of a milf would get turned down on the regular.

I proceed with my massage, working her ass, then her lower back, then her upper back and shoulders. As she becomes more relaxed we stop the chit-chat. I can tell she’s not asleep at least by the occasional soft moans she’s letting out. I finish working her shoulders and ask her to lay on her back. As she flips over I can appreciate her body in full now, and almost immediately I notice that she’s soaking wet. Visibly wet. I’d love to dive in immediately but…at any rate, I will continue the “massage.”

I drop down back to her legs and lightly work her calves again, working my way up to her thighs. I work my hands to her inner thighs, allowing my fingers to come dangerously close to her wetness. I can feel the heat she’s giving off, and it’s intense. Sakura squirms - she’s no longer relaxed. It’s almost cruel to make her wait…but I will.

I avoid touching her pussy directly, and move my way up her body. I lightly caress her stomach, avoid her ample breasts as they hang heavy on her petite frame. I massage her shoulders as Sakura moans, bites her lip, and twists her legs behind me. Teasing is one thing, but I’m approaching my limit now. I move down and begin massaging her breasts. I lower my body down close to hers and allow her to feel my breath on her nipples. When I finally take her nipple into my mouth Sakura lets out a moan that wasn’t just pent up energy from today, but from the past two years.

After sucking on her breasts for a few minutes I slide up and we begin making out. I put my hand between her legs - the entire region is just soaked. As my finger easily slides between her folds Sakura lets out another powerful moan and arches her back. I play with her clit and finger her for a bit, but as much as Sakura is pent up, so am I. I can’t explain why, but I love love love love LOVE eating pussy, almost irrationally so. I’d do it for free. I’d pay to do it. And right now I absolutely need to bury my head between Sakura’s legs.

I move down and position myself in front of her dripping pussy. The time for teasing has long since passed. I dive in and begin licking her clit, sending waves of pleasure up Sakura’s body. …I think many men feel pressure to make sure that their partners are satisfied in bed. As someone getting paid to do this, there’s that extra bit of pressure. If I can’t make her cum, will she feel like she wasted her money? As I lick her clit I try to change things up - find the rhythm and pressure that gets the best response. Once I find something good, try to keep that going, or even escalate and see how she responds. I can also move my tongue very fast, which I consider to be my super move. Sakura responds very well to this, so I really dig in and work her clit. Sakura’s moans escalate, as she reaches down and grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly as she climaxes in my mouth.

I back off to let her recover a little. I keep my tongue on her clit, moving it slightly together with the pulsating rhythm of her breaths. As I feel her come down from the orgasm high I start moving my tongue more intently, slowly escalating until I get back to my super move speed, and keep at it until she cums again. I do this 2-3 more times to give her intense orgasms, then I slide up to lay next to her. She kisses me passionately, then buries her head into my chest as she lets out the cutest little squeal of happiness.

There’s still around 20 minutes left in her reservation time. If possible I like to leave a little time for the client to either enjoy cuddles and kicking back, or a bit of recovery for a round two. Sakura and I are cuddling together, and she sort of timidly reaches down towards my cock.

“...May I touch it?” She asks, almost in a whisper.

“Of course, you can do whatever you like.” I had kept my boxer shorts on up to this point, but with her expressing an interest I took them off. I am rock hard at this point, have been for a while now. Sakura expresses surprise, both at my size, but somewhat sadly, at the fact that I’m hard.

“Wow…you’re hard?” The way she says this has a hint of disbelief in her voice, as if “why?”

“You are a beautiful woman, and watching you orgasm was an honor and an extreme pleasure.”

Sakura carefully strokes my cock. She’s looking down at it, I can’t see her face, but I can feel the wheels turning in her head.

“...Would it be okay if I licked it?” She asks quietly.

“Of course, you can do whatever you want to me.”

Sakura quickly slides down and with a look at my face for final confirmation, she takes me into her mouth. At first she’s sucking it…politely? But as she sees that I’m enjoying it, it’s like a switch flips for her, and she gets more into it. She’s really working my cock, sucking it like she was hungry for it. It feels amazing, and before long I feel like I’m going to cum.

So, I have to stop her.

Trust me, stopping her is the last thing in the world I wanted. …But this isn’t my time.

“Oh my god, you have to stop.” The hardest sentence I’ve ever had to say.

Sakura looks up, my cock still at her lips. “Why? It doesn’t feel good?”

“No, it feels amazing. And I’m about to cum. And if you want to make me cum I would be happy to, but this is your time, not mine.”

Sakura looks sheepish. “I could make you feel good.” She says this as if she’s surprised she could get a man to get hard and stimulate him to orgasm. …Which is heartbreaking, really. Not only is this woman gorgeous, her sexual energy is amazing.

“In that case, can I ask for one more thing? Would you finger me in doggy?”

“Of course, anything you want.”

Sakura gets on fours and I go behind her. I have her close her legs, and I sandwich my cock between them as I slide my finger into her pussy. Sakura arches her back down and essentially begins fucking my finger as I slide my cock between her wet thighs. She reaches out and grabs a handful of sheets, her moans escalating until she has another orgasm.

Now we’re out of time, so I quickly take a shower and get dressed, while Sakura puts the bathrobe back on. We chat for a bit before I leave, and to date, that’s the last time I saw her. I don’t know if she ever used these services again, or perhaps did and chose a different therapist. Either way, I’m glad she chose me, and while this is true of all my clients, I will certainly never forget her.