Top Cops 6: Don and Fu Erotic Massage Therapy

Title: “Top Cops 6: Don and Fu – Erotic Massage Therapy”

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when Don, a ruggedly handsome cop, arrived at Fu’s Erotic Massage parlor. Don was known around town for his strict moral code and unyielding professionalism, but every so often, the stress of police work drove him to seek solace in Fu’s expert hands.

Fu was an enigmatic figure, an Asian masseur of mysterious origin. His body was lean and muscular, his skin like porcelain, and his eyes held the mischievous sparkle of one who knew secrets. He greeted Don with a knowing smile, “Back for another session, Officer? You carry so much tension in your body, let me help you release it.”

Don removed his shirt, revealing a torso of taut muscles and soft, dark hair. Fu’s hands slid over Don’s skin, working out invisible kinks. The cop tried to focus on the simple pleasure of the oil massage, but Fu’s touch was electric, sending shots of desire through his veins.

“You’re right as always, Fu,” Don groaned. “I am tense.”

“Shhh,” Fu crooned. “Let the tension melt away. Relax your mind, let go of your thoughts…”

Fu’s hands slipped lower, skimming the edge of Don’s pants. The cop’s breath hitched. This was a departure from previous sessions, but he was too enraptured to protest. Fu began to massage the sensitive skin of Don’s inner thighs, fingers grazing his hardening cock through the fabric.

“F-Fu…” Don stammered.

“Don, my friend,” Fu purred. “You’ve come to me for more than a simple massage, haven’t you? I know how to relieve the pressure in other ways as well.”

With the skill of a sage, Fu unzipped Don’s pants and freed his thick, erect cock. He began to massage the throbbing length, thumb stroking over the sensitive head. Don gasped, head falling back as Fu worked him masterfully. The masseur trailed kisses down the cop’s chest and stomach, tongue swirling around Don’s navel.

Fu took Don’s cock into his mouth, sucking boldly. The cop grabbed the back of Fu’s head, guiding his movements. Fu gazed up at him, eyes hooded with lust, as he bobbed up and down on Don’s shaft. It was a scene of flagrant debauchery, a top cop lost to the grip of a skilled Asian cocksucker. Fu deep-throated Don, taking every hard inch, nose nestling in the cop’s wiry pubic hair.

“Oh, fuck, Fu,” Don panted. “Your mouth… it’s incredible.”

Fu drew off with a wet pop, licking his lips. He stood and stripped off his own clothes to reveal a lithe, muscled body. He was aroused, cock standing proud against his taut stomach. He pressed his body to Don’s, grinding against him. Their cocks slid slick and hot between their bellies.

“I want to make you feel good, Don,” Fu rasped. “Want to give you what you truly need…”

Fu steered Don to the padded massage table. The cop lay back, thighs parted in invitation. Fu slicked his own cock and pressed the tip to Don’s clenching hole. The cop was tight, but Fu entered him with careful patience, inch by inch. When he was fully sheathed, Fu moaned at the searing heat around his cock.

“So good, so tight…” Fu sighed. He began to move, slow and deep. Don writhed beneath him, moaning shamelessly. It was so unlike the stoic cop to make such sounds, and pure eroticism to hear him lose control. Fu bent to capture Don’s lips in a kiss, tongue thrusting into his mouth in time with his cock.

Fu fucked Don in long, languorous strokes, letting the sensations build. The cop’s cock was trapped between their bodies, leaking and rock-hard. Don met Fu’s thrusts, urgent now, chasing his pleasure. The erotic Asian masseur pounded harder, determined to bring the cop to shattering ecstasy.

“More, Fu…. More!” Don groaned. “Harder!”

Fu obliged, a hand reaching down to wrap around Don’s dripping cock. He jacked him in time with his thrusts, relentless. The cop stiffened, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he came, spilling himself over Fu’s fist. Fu thrust deep and let go with a shout, flooding Don’s ass with his seed. Their release seemed to go on and on, waves of sensation cresting and crashing.

They collapsed together, sweaty and spent. Fu found his voice first. “It’s never been like this between us before,” he mused. “You were always strictly hands-off.”

Don chuckled self-consciously. “I don’t know what came over me. The pressure of work, I suppose. This is just between us, right? Top secret?”

“Of course,” Fu assured. “My discretion is absolute. Now, how about I run you a warm bath to wash away the evening’s exertions?”

Don nodded gratefully. “That sounds wonderful.”

As Fu moved to the bathroom, he allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. He had plans for this particular client, plans that went beyond one evening’s pleasure. Fu had ambitions, and a cop like Don, with his drive and commitment, could be useful in his grand scheme. The masseur would have to proceed carefully, coax Don to his side. But he salivated at the thought of bending the cop to his will, shattering another rigid moral code with pleasure.