Authors note: this story is mostly fiction. It's a fantasy, except for the middle part. This is my first attempt at a Literotica story.
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This is the story of how I went to a massage parlour for a blowjob and got something quite different. I'm an average looking guy, about average height for a fellow in his mid thirties. I have an average job; I'm a paralegal. I consider myself straight, but I will admit that I'm bi-curious, at least at times. I seem to go through phases where I fantasize about being with a guy, but other times I find that it's a complete turnoff to think about it. I'm very submissive, though. I like to please women, and I've been into femdom ever since I can remember. When I was a kid, I used to let the girls capture me when we played cops and robbers in the hopes that they would tie me up. None of the guys wanted to be on my team.
I never dated much. I'm very shy and introverted, as well as submissive. As a result, I sometimes visit massage parlours. One time I was feeling really horny for a blowjob. I didn't feel like going to the loud clubs, and playing the whole pick up game. I looked on the internet for massage parlours, and I found one close by called fantasy massage. Like most parlours, it said there was no appointment needed.
I was nervous when I walked in the door. You never know what the girls are going to look like, or be like. I guess that's part of the appeal for me. A woman with shoulder length dirty blond hair greeted me at the door. She was tall, and leggy, wearing thigh high black boots. Those types of boots always turn me on. She had big breasts that showed off her ample cleavage. She introduced herself as Jessie. She held a bit of an aura of dominance. "You're here for a session," she more stated than asked. My heart was pounding as I nodded my head, too nervous too say anything. "Follow me," she said.
I trailed behind her like a puppy dog, and breathed in her scent. I was already sporting a very small tent in my underwear. She asked if I had been here before. "Uh, no, but I've had massages before," I replied.
She grinned, and said, "Okay, I'll start the shower for you, and when you're done, you can lie face down on the table for me." She walked out of the room and I stepped into the hot shower. My cock was harder than ever, with the thought of Jessie seeing me naked with an erection while she was fully clothed. Just as I stepped out of the shower, she walked back into the room, and glanced at my erection with a grin. She knew she had power over me.
I hopped on the table and Jessie began to rub me all over, coating me with oil. She rubbed her breasts all over me, and her warm hands kneaded my muscles like dough. She was strong. "Okay, Frank, why don't you turn over for me," she said. I flipped over and she rubbed my chest with her hands, as her hair tickled my face. She smelled wonderful. I though I was in heaven, and looked forward to that blowjob that I wanted. Little did I know, things were going to turn out very differently.
She went lower to my stiff cock, and then grinned. Her grin turned to a giggle and then a full- fledged laugh. My penis is pretty small. It's only about for inches when it's hard.
"You're cock is really small, but it's kind of cute. I've seen guys smaller than you, but you're the tiniest I've seen in a long time," she said in a half-mocking, half-playful tone. I've never had a girl outright laugh at it, and the humiliation actually excited me, as I just got harder. I think Jessie knew this, otherwise it's a very strange way to treat a client.
Jessie stopped laughing and leaned in close to my face. I felt her hot sweet breath on my face as she asked, "Do you want me to suck your little friend? He's small, but I think I can find a smaller sized condom."
At the mention of the condom, my excitement sank. I wanted to feel Jessie's hot lips around my dick, without anything in between. "Couldn't you do it without a condom?" I asked hopefully.
"Sorry honey, I don't do oral without a rubber. There's only one person who works here that would do that for you, but I don't know if you'd be interested. It's a guy. His name is James. He's not here now, but he's on call. I can call him to see if he's available, if you don't mind waiting for about 20 minutes," she replied.
My heart began to pound again. I didn't come here for a gay blowjob, but my bi curiousity began to act up. I wondered what it would feel like to have a guy suck my cock. Would it make me gay if I did it just this one time? Could I go through with it?
"I don't know, Jessie. I sort of want to, but I'm just not sure."
As if reading my submissive mind, Jessie said, "Look Frank, most bisexual guys that I know tell me that a blowjob feels just the same from a guy as it does from a woman. And you don't have to wear a condom. That's what you want right? Why don't I call James just to see if he's available?"
I nodded my head and said, "Okay." Jessie grinned and walked out of the room.
A couple of minutes later, she walked back in the room, smiling. She had what looked like a little carry on bag you'd take on an airplane. "You're in luck; he's available, but before he agrees to come over you have to agree to something," Jessie stated in a matter of fact tone.
"Agree to what?" I asked. I had already agreed to let a man suck my cock. What else could I agree to? Jessie explained.
