A brand new story after a long time...All reader feedback is welcome...Enjoy! R.B.
My wife and me used to own a massage studio in the center of New York. During the last months of 2005 business wasn't going very well and there was always great tension between us. This tension had a strong influence on our sex life, which had become a rarity. There were constant arguments between us and she would blame me for everything. The situation had reached a critical point and something had to be done right away. I wanted to save our marriage but she had completely different goals. I learned this the hard way...
It was my last appointment for the day. I was really tired and I couldn't wait to go home and get some rest. It was a half an hour session, so I was planning to service the client as fast as I could and get over with it. When I entered the room, I saw a tall, well-built guy lying on the bench and waiting for me. He had already taken off his clothes and he had covered himself from the waist down with a towel. He was lying face down. I greeted him politely and started spreading my massage lotion all over his body. He had very broad shoulders, strong arms and as I found out he had shaved all body hair. I thought that he must be a body builder or something but I didn't care to ask. The client was very quiet. He seemed to be enjoying my services but he obviously wasn't in the mood for talking so I remained silent myself. I started massaging him gently from the neck down to the waist and all the way to his feet. I realized that I needed more lotion and went to get some from a drawer. I turned my back at him and when I returned with the lotion I saw him staring at me. He had turned around and now I could see his muscular chest. But that was not the most important thing. His cock was standing at attention creating a huge bulk under the white towel.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't finished yet, you'll have to turn around again. There is more work to be done on the shoulder and the spine area."
He didn't say anything but he turned around indifferently. Disobedient clients were a very rare phenomenon and I was really pissed off that this had to be the case in my last appointment for the day. On top of all that, I dropped the bottle of lotion and had to bend over in order to catch it. As I was bending over, I felt a strong hand groping my ass. I was surprised and enraged at the same time. Not only wasn't he following my instructions but he also had the nerve to touch me inappropriately.
"What do you think you're doing? " I yelled.
"I'm grabbing that hot ass of yours!" he said in the most natural way.
"That's it, mister, get dressed and get the hell out of my studio! Our session is over and I never want you to come back, do you understand?"
"Listen, bitch, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours. First of all, you're gonna suck my rod and then we'll take care of your little virgin butt!"
"Get out, now, or I'm gonna call the cops!" I screamed as loud as I could.
The stranger got up from the bench with a swift move. He was huge and I was no match for him physically. I was terrified. He approached me and grabbed my neck almost choking me to death. Then, he lifted me from the ground and said:
"You either swallow my shaft or I'll choke you to death!"
He wasn't joking. We were all alone in the studio and there was nobody there to save me. I had no choice. I would give him an oral service in order to save my life.
"O.K. You win! I'll do as you say."
"That's my boy. Now, get on your knees and suck me off!"
His cock had become semi hard from the fight but it was already very big. I couldn't believe what was going on. A massage session had turned out into having to suck another man's dick. I felt humiliated, being on my knees and getting ready to perform my duty.
"Come on! We haven't got all day! Show me what a good cocksucking slut you can be!" he said smiling.
I grabbed his pulsating cock and reluctantly started licking his helmet. He had a big, long, mushroom-headed rod with two heavy balls hanging underneath it. His shaft was already leaking precum and that made my work even more difficult. I licked his cockhead like a lollipop but that wasn't enough for him.
"Put it in your mouth and start sucking it real hard!" he ordered.
I took half of his member in my mouth and kept it in for a while in order to get used to the idea. But he wasn't going to give me the time I needed to adjust to the size of his monster. He had reached his full size now and he was very horny. He began pumping my mouth with full force, pushing his rod deep inside until it hit the back of my throat. I could not breathe. I gasped for air but he didn't care.
"Choke on it, bitch! How does it feel to deepthroat a real man?"
He grabbed both sides of my head and pushed it towards his throbbing manmeat. My lips touched his pubic area. My mouth had opened wide and I had managed to swallow the full length of his shaft. This face-fucking went on for a while and then he pulled out giving me a moment to breathe freely.
"See? It's not that bad after all! You just have to get used to it. I'm pretty sure you'll become a perfect cocksucking bitch! Now, lick my balls and suck each one separately. I want to watch you worshipping my balls like the true slut you really are!"
He was holding his rod in an upright position, giving me full view of his bag and allowing me to please him the way he wished. He shoved my head towards his balls and stuffed my mouth with them. I licked them gently, massaging them at the same time. It was just a natural reaction being a professional masseur but he thought I was enjoying it.
"You little slut! You like giving head and sucking another man's balls! So, let's get back to business!"
After saying that he shoved his cock in my mouth once again and started fucking it really hard. He was gradually increasing his speed as my tongue involuntarily licked his peehole. I realized that he was about to cum. Not only had I sucked him off but I was about to eat his cum as well. He confirmed it right away.
"Now, show me what a good cumbucket you are! Get ready to swallow my hot cream into your throat!"
He kept hammering my mouth for another minute or two and then he spurted his white lava in my mouth, forcing me to swallow his load until he poured in me his last drop. I couldn't take it all. I choked and I started spitting some cum on his balls. That infuriated him. He pulled my hair and ordered me to clean him off. I obeyed, hoping that this would be the end of my torture. I was wrong. He stood there for a few moments to catch his breath and then he called out a name very familiar to me:
