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On My Table: Customer Satisfaction
He gave me a huge tip for my special services

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Michael back on my massage table so soon. After all, I had barely just finished giving him a massage, and an explosive blowjob, just a few minutes before.
“You’re back already!” I said as I watched his eyes light up when he saw me walk through the door. I didn’t know exactly what he had in mind, but he was ready — naked, hard, and not even bothering to cover himself with the sheet. I felt my body begin to tingle all over thinking about what would happen during the three-hour session he booked.
This was definitely going to be the best workday I’d ever had.
“Well, your services are amazing, so I decided to take the rest of the day off so I could get some more…and maybe give you some services of my own.”
“Give me services?” I responded, trying to hide my giddiness. This was even better than I thought, even better than the large tips he always left me. “I didn’t realize you had a massage therapy license,” I joked, trying not to stare at the hard on that seemed to dominate the entire room.
“I don’t,” he said as he started to stand up. “But I do like to think I know a little bit about the female body.”
He laughed and his eyes twinkled and danced when he looked at me. He moved behind me and started pressing his naked body against me, making my pussy start to respond when his erection was strategically placed against my uniform.
“I see,” I said as I felt him slip his hands underneath my shirt and start stroking my breasts until my nipples perked up in his palms. He was pleased, and seized the opportunity to rub and pinch my little hard buds, making them even more excited.
He was ready — naked, hard, and not even bothering to cover himself.
“I love your uniform,” he whispered in my ear as he continued massaging my tits underneath it. “Not only do you look hot in it, it gives me easy access.”
“I see,” I repeated, feeling my horniness rise and my breath begin to get faster.
“You look hot in your uniform, but I bet you look even better out of it,” he said. He slipped one of his hands out from underneath my shirt and reached for the buttons. He continued massaging my tits with one hand as he completely undid my buttons to expose my chest with the other. I felt the cold from the air conditioning hit my skin, making my breasts perk up even more.
“You like that?” Michael whispered before beginning to kiss my neck. He continued letting his hands do the walking up and down my chest.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Good,” he said, pressing his body against mine and letting his hands roam until they were resting against my panties, teasing me and making me want more. Then when he started grinding his hard on against my ass, I just couldn’t stand it anymore.
I moved away from him and watched his confused face as I began to take my shirt completely off and let it fall to the floor. His confusion turned to elation as I then removed my uniform bottoms and panties and tossed them on the floor with my top. We stared in each other’s eyes for a few seconds before he charged, coming up behind me and bending me over my massage table.
I rested my cheek against the sheet, thinking about how I always had a fantasy like this and never in a million years believed it would happen in real life. I closed my eyes as his hands ravaged my breasts once again, then moved down and began working on my wet clit. He stroked her and gave her exactly what she longed for from the minute I walked into the room and saw Michael’s naked body on my table.
He meticulously moved his fingers over my clit, clockwise then counterclockwise, making me feel like I could explode before the main course of this delicious encounter had been served. But he gave me a preview when he plunged two fingers inside of me, making me jump a little from the impact of his digits digging in and out, getting deeper and deeper with each motion.
“You like that?” he asked again, as if the moans and the groans that kept escaping my lips weren’t enough approval for him.
“Yes,” I responded breathlessly, enjoying the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of me as he rocked his body back and forth behind me, reminding me of what was to come when he finally sunk that hard, thick cock into me.
“Do you want more?” he asked, making me wonder if, after all this, he would really withhold that pleasure from me.
“Yes,” I said with anticipation I couldn’t hide.
“That’s not good enough,” he laughed, removing his fingers from my pussy and backing his body away from me slightly. Once I could no longer feel his erection pressed up against me, my heart began to pound and I hoped this wasn’t going to be the end of it. After all, he did book me for three hours; he had to finish what he started.
I felt him slip his hands underneath my shirt and start stroking my breasts until my nipples perked up in his palms.
Didn’t he?
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if I should just get up, put my clothes back on, and pretend none of this ever happened. I wondered if giving him a blowjob during the last session was a bad idea, even though I knew he loved it. And I did too.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he said forcefully. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want it; I want you,” I moaned, trying to convey the ache of my pussy the best way I could in words.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Convince me!” he commanded as he moved closer to me, which ratcheted up my desire and anticipation.
“I want it, Michael. I want you. Please give me what I want. Please.”
When I felt him finally push his cock inside of me, I was relieved that he was finally convinced about how much my body craved him. My pussy immediately began to sense the feeling of every vein in his hard on, enjoying how they created friction against her walls and made her want more every time he thrust in and out of her.
He bent his body until his chest rested on my back. His breath warmed up my skin and made me smile. That intimacy only heightened the pleasure as he continued driving himself in and out of me, getting faster and faster by the moment.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted in my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. You feel even better than I thought.”
With that, his thrusts became quicker, deeper, more forceful, by the second. I spread my legs more and lifted up my butt to make sure he could have as much access to my pussy as possible — a move that made his thrusts even deeper, hitting my hot spot and making my moans and whelps of pleasure even more pronounced.
His movements became faster and I held on to my table for dear life, wondering if it could possibly collapse underneath all this pressure. But first, I was able to collapse underneath the weight of all the pleasure Michael was giving me. I felt my pussy begin to show her appreciation in quick clenches around his cock, and he responded in kind, moving in and out wildly until he released his gratitude inside of me.
As his cock shot its appreciation into me, my pussy continued grasping until she could take no more and we were both done. He collapsed his body on mine, panting in my ear and resting his hands on top of mine until our fingers naturally became intertwined.
“Wow,” he said when he caught his breath.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling my satisfied pussy try to squeeze one last bit of pleasure out of him before it was too late.
He meticulously moved his fingers….
“What are we going to do for the rest of the time?”
“I don’t know; I never had a three-hour appointment booked before.”
“We’ll figure something out,” he said with a laugh.
I didn’t know what else he had in store for me, but I couldn’t wait to find out what kind of service my customer was going to deliver.