I couldn’t believe it had come to this. I was working at a massage parlor giving hand jobs and blow jobs to strangers. I had fallen on hard times, and my friend had offered me a way to make some extra cash. I told myself it was just temporary, but here I was, a few months later, still doing it.

Jason was one of my regulars. A tall, handsome white man in his early thirties, he always came in wearing a suit and tie, with a briefcase in hand. He was always polite and never pushy, which I appreciated. We would make small talk as I massaged his back and shoulders, and I could feel the tension in his muscles gradually melt away.

One day, as I was working on his back, he surprised me by asking if I did any “extra” services. I hesitated for a moment but then nodded. “Yes,” I said softly, “I do.”

He turned over onto his back, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. “Good,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time.”

I blushed at his words. I had never had sex with a client before, but something about Jason made me want to break the rules. 

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. I did as I was told, stripping down to my bra and panties. He reached out and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped, my body trembling with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the minty flavor of his gum. I moaned softly, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. I arched my back, my body begging for more. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on my skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, exposing my pussy. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I did as he said, my legs trembling with anticipation. He leaned in and ran his tongue along my slit, making me gasp with pleasure. He licked and sucked at my clit, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I was moaning and writhing with pleasure, my hands clutching at the sheets.

He moved up and positioned himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body begging for him to fill me up.