Petite Masseuse Helps Big Dick Client Relieve All His Stress

The doorbell chimed, echoing through the quiet foyer of masseuse Chloe’s private studio. She set down her bottle of massage oil, smoothed the steamy tendrils of hair framing her face, and breathed deeply. It had been a long day working with stressed-out clients, but she always looked forward to her final appointment – a strapping young man named Ryan.

Ryan had been coming to Chloe for months now, always requesting her specifically. He said her skilled hands worked magic on his tense muscles, but she suspected there was more to it. The way his eyes traced her curves when she leaned over, the subtle adjustments in position to graze her breasts against his skin – it was clear he craved more than just her therapeutic touch.

As she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Ryan stood there in all his glory, a towel slung low around his chiseled hips, his bulging muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. His piercing blue eyes met hers, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his full lips.

“Chloe,” he purred, stepping inside. “You’re looking particularly radiant tonight.”

“Thank you, Ryan,” she replied, pushing down the flutter in her stomach. “Please remove your towel and lay face down on the table.”

Chloe busied herself with heating the massage oil while Ryan disrobed. The soft rustle of fabric hitting the floor sent a thrill through her. When he settled onto the cushioned table, she stepped closer, allowing the hem of her latex minidress to ride up her thighs. She could see his package twitch under the crisp white sheet.

Pouring a generous amount of oil into her palms, Chloe took a moment to coat her hands, relishing the warm slickness. Starting at Ryan’s shoulders, she began kneading the firm flesh, feeling him relax into her touch. She worked her way down his back, melon-sized breasts brushing against him with each forward lean.

As she reached his lower back, just above the towel tenting between his legs, Chloe paused, massaging a particularly knotty spot. Her wrist accidentally-on-purpose grazed over the top of the terrycloth. Ryan inhaled sharply, arms flexing at his sides. Emboldened, she stroked him again, registering the rigid outline and heavy weight of his arousal.

“You know, Ryan,” Chloe murmured, kneading lower with each comment. “Most clients like me to focus on the area that needs it most.” She cupped his clothed package and squeezed gently. “Is that the stress you need me to… relieve?”

Ryan shuddered under her ministrations, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Yes, Chloe,” he ground out. “I need you to take care of that. Please.”

Chloe smirked, pleased with his willingness to beg. With a deft flick of her painted nails, she stripped away the towel, revealing his impressive cock. It jutted proudly from a neat thatch of blond hair, thick veins pulsing along the shaft. She licked her lips at the sight.

Climbing up on the narrow table, Chloe straddled his muscular thighs, positioning herself just above his throbbing erection. She looked down at him with smoky eyes, gloved hands coasting up his toned body. With a slow, deliberate pace, she slid her soaked panties to the side and lowered herself onto him.

Ryan bucked beneath her, eyes rolling back as her velvety heat engulfed him. Chloe gasped, relishing the delicious stretch of his hard cock filling her. She began to move, rolling her hips in sinuous figure eights, relishing his protruding tip nudging her aching cervix.

Her breasts bounced freely under the tight latex, swinging back and forth as she rode him with abandon. Ryan reached up to fondle the heavy globes, tweaking her diamond-hard nipples and making Chloe cry out. She was so deliciously full, the feeling of helpless pleasure building with each downward grind.

Chloe’s gloved hands stroked up and down Ryan’s chest as she moved faster, feeling the telltale flutter of muscles signaling his approaching climax. She clenched around him, wanting to feel him erupt inside her. “Come for me, Ryan,” she urged. “Fill me up with your stress relief.”

With a hoarse shout, Ryan exploded, thick ropes of hot seed painting her insides. Chloe followed him over the edge, shaking and moaning as blissful contractions rippled through her core. They rocked together through their ecstatic releases, dripping sweat and fluids onto the table.

Spent, Chloe collapsed onto Ryan’s broad back, both of them panting and quivering in the aftermath. He turned his head and captured her lips in a deep, filthy kiss – tongues tangling, teeth clashing.

Chloe ultimately pulled back, a satisfied grin on her face. She dismounted his sticky cock, adjusting her drenched panties. Straightening her dress, she gave Ryan one last sultry look and sauntered towards the door, hips swaying.

“Same time next week?” she threw over her shoulder.

Ryan, still boneless on the table, could only groan in agreement, already looking forward to their next appointment. Chloe smiled to herself as she locked the door behind her. Another job well done.