Massage Therapy

You should really check out the first few chapters of Massage Therapy before reading this one.

As always, comments are welcome. Trolls are not.

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"Don't walk away from me!" Deb screamed at her daughter.

"I can't talk to you when you are like this!" Sarah stormed into her room, slammed her bedroom door, and locked it. Throwing herself on the bed, a cascade of emotions collided within her. The shame of being blackmailed by Phil. Her mom thinking she was risking the business because of blowjobs. And Doug... Doug, the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach grew, he was the first man that she really felt...

Fuck it all... FUCK. IT. ALL.

When she had calmed down, the nineteen year-old wiped her eyes and defiantly stood. It was time to own up. She walked into the kitchen and could see her mom was on her iPad.

The older woman looked up and, with barely controlled anger, hissed. "Are you ready to talk?"

"Are you?" Sarah fought the urge to let her anger take over. "Are you ready to talk? Not just yell?"

Deb nodded and motioned her daughter to sit.

Sarah sat, but couldn't look at her mom. It was difficult to talk about, but as she started to explain how Phil blackmailed her, it got easier until the entire story was out.

When she ended, there was total silence in the kitchen. Unable to bear it anymore, Sarah looked up and saw a pitying expression on her mom's face.

The older woman reached over and grabbed her daughter's hand. "You know you have to break up with Doug, right?"

Sarah nodded.

"Without Doug, Phil doesn't have anything to blackmail you with."

Sarah nodded again. She went back to her bedroom and tried to figure out what to text Doug.

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Sarah looked up at the chime of the spa's door. Her stomach dropped as Phil walked in with a shit eating grin on his face. "Hey pretty thing. I want a Phil Special."

"Forget it. Your bullshit is over." The nineteen year old hoped he couldn't hear the tremor in her voice.

"Aww... that's cute that you think so..." He walked to the counter and smiled down at her.

"I broke up with Doug and -"

"You think that ends it?" He leaned forward, sneering. "What happens when I tell him now? What will he tell all of your friends? What-"

The front door rang. Both of them turned and Sarah was in shock as Doug walked through the door.

"Uncle Phil? What are you doing here?" Doug asked and then. "Sarah, why are you crying?"

The brunette touched her face and felt wet tears.

"Doug, what perfect timing!" Doug walked over and put a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Anything you want to say Sarah?"

Her face burned with shame and bowed her head. Tears splashed on her arms.

"Alright, I'll tell him..."

"Tell me what!" Doug shouted.

"Your girlfriend here gives happy endings to men here."

"What?!"

"She jacks them off... Maybe even fucks them."

"I don't fuck the customers!" Sarah stood.

"But you do give them hand jobs." Phil taunted. "And blowjobs!"

Sarah met Doug's eyes and then looked at the floor.

"How do you know?" Doug's tone was still furious, but controlled.

Sarah looked up at the question.

"She gave me one..." Phil's smile grew wider. "Gave me more than that after a little convincing."

"After blackmailing me!" Sarah cried out.

"Oh sure, now the whore tries to cover things up."

Doug stepped up away from his uncle and placed both hands on the counter, leaning forward. "Sarah, did you break up with me because of this?"

"It was the only way I could think of to get out of this..." She crossed her arms tightly and felt her face burn. "I'm sorry..."

In a flash, Doug turned to his uncle and punched him square in the nose. The older man staggered back a few steps before falling awkwardly onto his ass.

Sarah gasped in surprise and started to stand, but then had no idea what to do.

"What the fuck!" Phil tenderly touch his nose, a trickle of blood seeping down his left nostril. "What do you think-"

"Shut up!" Doug roared and stood over his uncle. "You are an asshole Uncle Phil and I -"

"Who do you think-"

"I said, Shut. Up." Doug raised his fists and the older man cowered. "You will never come back here. You will never contact Sarah. If I hear you have done either of these things, I will beat the living shit out of you."

Phil sneered. "Oh, I can't wait to tell your mom about your slut girlfriend."

Sarah felt her stomach turn knots, but Doug just laughed.

"And how will you say you know all this?" Doug shook his head. "No, you will keep your mouth shut because if you don't, I will get you disowned from the family."

Phil's sneer disappeared. "But -"

"Shut the fuck up! Everyone in the family thinks you're a creep. This will just confirm it. Now get out!" Doug took a step towards his uncle. The older man staggered up and out the door without a backward look.

Sarah stared at the fleeing man's back and then flinched as she felt arms encircle her.

"Woah... sorry." Doug backed away, hands in the air.

"No.." Sarah felt tears stream down her cheeks. "No, it is just he made me..."

"Shhhhhhhh..." Doug stepped towards her and pulled her into an embrace. "He's an asshole and I'm here for you."

Sarah melted into his arms. "I've missed this..."

He squeezed her tight and then leaned down for a kiss. Sarah tasted the salt of her tears and she passionately responded to his kiss. Things continued and she felt his erection press against her. She moved her hips so she could press harder against it.

Doug broke their kiss. "So Sarah - " His cheeks reddened and he looked away.

"What is it?"

He looked away so quickly, so guiltily that the young brunette laughed.

"Seriously, what is it? I am clearly in no position to judge."

The teen rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... so you give happy endings?"

She started to pull away, but he held her tight.

"Please Doug..."

"No, it's just that after you gave me that first massage... and.. and.. before we started dating. I kind of fantasized about you massaging me and you making me cum..." Now he let go of her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

She went to her tip toes and kissed him gently. "I think you should go to room one, take off your clothes, and get on the table. I'll be with you in a few minutes."

"But..."

"I'm sorry, sir." She crooked a smile at him. "Go get yourself ready and I'll be with you in minute."

Doug's face lit up and he went into the room without another word. Sarah locked the door and turned off the open sign. Excitement warred with nervousness. But beneath it all... a warm glow of, love? Doug wanted her... he had stood up for her!

She felt the huge smile on her face grow even wider as she stepped into the room and saw him face down on the table... and absolutely naked.

"Sir!" She walked over to the table and placed a towel over his ass. "What kind of place do you think we have here!"

"I - uh - sorry." Doug stuttered until he looked up and saw the expression on her face. His confusion melted away. "Just trying to make myself comfortable. My glutes could really use some work."

Her fingernails trailed up his inner thighs and then stopped. "Well get there soon enough sir."

She began at his shoulders and worked her way down his back. "You let me know if you want it softer or... harder."

Doug groaned in appreciation. "It feels great."

She was down in the lumbar region now.

"I... I... was confused." Doug's voice was barely above a whisper. She moved down to his ankles and began to work up the legs. "These past few weeks, I would start to text you, but I thought... I didn't want... I really like you Sarah."

She was at his hamstring muscles now. "I am... I am so sorry. I didn't know what to do with your uncle."

"He's an asshole!" His body tensed beneath her hands and then relaxed. "It's not.. You aren't being forced to give handjobs, are you? I mean besides the asshole that is."

The brunette's first instinct was to lie, but something inside her... she sighed. "It started kind of by accident, but money's been so tight with college and mom is barely scraping by." Her hands stopped. "It just seemed like an easy way to get a little more."

"Do you like it?"

"I..." Again, she resisted the urge to lie. "I do."

"Show me."

Her fingers slid under the towel. She squeezed his ass and then tore off the towel. The teen then began to massage his ass in earnest, kneading one cheek and then the other. She moved her fingers down his crack and tickled his asshole. When he spread his legs, she moved down across his scrotum and then along his left inner thigh and then his right.

"Ohhhhh..." Doug groaned.

Her confidence rising, Sarah knew the effect she was having on him. Moving back up, her fingers gently coddled his balls. When his hips lifted off the table, she whispered, "Why don't you turn over."

Eagerly he flipped. His rock hard cock smacked against his stomach. As her fingernails danced up and down the shaft, their eyes locked. The intensity of their gaze lit a circuit of pleasure between her own legs.

"You feel a little stiff." She crooked a smile. Her fingers gently encircled his head and gave it a gentle tug. "Want me to take care of it?"

He nodded vigorously and she giggled. Her right hand moved down all the way to his balls and then back up to the top. Long, slow strokes keeping her grip very loose.

"I only do this for my special clients..." Her other hand wandered up to his nipples and began to trace around them.

"FUUUCK!!" Doug yelled and Sarah felt his cock throb. Hot cum splashed on his stomach. Surprised, the young woman went with it and continued to stroke him until the spurts ended.

"Ummmm..." Sarah was unsure what to say.

Doug, however, broke into a hearty laugh. "I told you I fantasized about it!"

Relieved, Sarah laughed too, "OK because that was like really quick!"

She reached over to grab a couple of paper towels and cleaned him up. "I guess I don't have to ask if you liked that."

Doug sat up and grinned, "We are not over yet." He stood up. "And you are overdressed." He grabbed her yoga pants and pulled them down." He then picked her up by the waist and lifted her onto the table. Lifting each leg, he pulled her pants completely off. "I may not be a massage therapist, but I remember someone liking my tongue."

Shocked, Sarah almost told him to stop. With the first lick of his tongue, she knew she needed to cum.

"Someone is VERY wet." Doug went back to teasing her. She felt his tongue tracing around her pussy lips. Kissing up and down her thighs and then sliding his tongue back into her.

She grabbed his head pulling him so that he couldn't move around.

"Make me cum..."

He responded by plunging his tongue in and out a few times before moving up to her clit. Each flick sparked new pleasure.

"Oh yeah..."

His tongue flicked faster. She lifted her hips to meet each lick.

"Yeah..."

She felt the pleasure building. God, she loved when he ate her out. His tongue moving in sync with her hips. She gripped his head tighter.

"Close..."

Abruptly he pulled away. Sarah's eyes snapped open. But her words of complaint died on her lips when she saw him standing with his cock sticking straight out.

The massage table was just the right height as his cock brushed against her. He grabbed it and rubbed the head around her labia, wetting it. She thrust her hips out but he pulled away.

"What do you want?" The head of the cock continued to rub up and down her slit.

"Fuck me." She whispered.

"I don't know." He slipped the head in and then back out.

"Fuck me!" She would have slapped that shit eating grin off his face, if it all didn't feel so good.

Sarah gasped as she felt him enter her. He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. She fell back onto the table and let him pick the rhythm. Deep... deeper. He fucked in long, deep strokes. God she loved the feeling of him inside of her!

He pulled out almost completely. His cock head barely sliding in and out. It felt good but also made her want more.

She opened her eyes and saw him looking drinking in her body. "I missed you looking just like this." He continued with the short, little strokes. "I missed how tight you feel." He thrust all the way to the hilt.

Sarah bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

He gripped her thighs tighter and picked up the pace. Fucking her hard. Hard and deep. Sarah felt her own climax building. Each thrust brought new heat of ecstacy. Waves of pleasure built higher, built stronger.

"Yes, like that!" She slammed her hands against the wall behind her so she could push her body against his. "Doug, fuck me!"

Hot pleasure grew and grew until...an orgasm cascaded over her!

Weak with the afterglow, she was a rag doll as Doug gripped her legs and pounded her deep and fast. Her whole body felt limp, unable to even respond to his thrusts. But even that felt wonderful. She felt totally exposed, but trusted completely in her man.

"I love you Sarah!" Doug thrust hard and stayed deep inside. Sarah could swear that she felt his hot cum shooting inside her.

The young woman reached up and passionately kissed him. Her hips moving up to keep him inside of her for as long as possible.

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Deb watched the young couple on her computer screen. She was happy for her daughter of course, but her own mind was a whirl. What was said? Would Sarah still work for her? Did she want her to continue working?

The older woman realized that her hand had slipped between her legs. Deb leaned back in her chair. Sarah clearly wouldn't be home for a while...

Her hand went beneath her shorts and her finger found her clit. With the other, she skipped back to the beginning of the video.