Mandy had known Paul for a while. He started out as a customer at the spa. He was friendly and polite, and was a good tipper. He always had a deep tissue massage which lasted for 90 minutes. He never tried anything, and was a curiosity among the customers. He always asked for Mandy, and always asked for more pressure.
He talked a lot, and listened, but never touched. Over time Mandy started doing home visits for him, and got to know his house and his patterns. One year Mandy was unable to get overtime at Christmas. She came under pressure to pay her bills, and it became a distraction.
"Is something wrong?" Paul was on his stomach, with Mandy massaging his calves at the start of the session. His voice was muffled but firm as his face was buried in the sheets.
"No Sir"
"Bullshit. Are you hungry? You're either weak or distracted. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Paul didn't speak. Mandy rubbed his hamstrings, hacking slowly and then faster, rubbing his glutes and hips, before moving up to rub his shoulders and back. Paul closed his eyes. She was so good, so strong.
"You need to put more pressure. Are you tired?"
"No Sir." Mandy tried to lean hard and give Paul the intense massage he loved.
When Paul turned on to his back his eyes were closed. Mandy draped him and started rubbing his shins. Paul stirred slowly, and his breathing slowed. As Mandy worked on him and moved up his thighs, she noticed his cock was hard. It usually got hard at this point but they both pretended it wasn't there, and unlike some customers he had never said anything. As she got to his mid thigh his eyes flashed open and looked into hers.
"When are you going to kiss me? "
Mandy wasn't surprised by the proposition, just from him. She had decided he wasn't that kind of guy, but some thing in her stirred. She liked his boldness, and how personal his appeal seemed.
"Kiss?"
"You can see I'm at attention for you."
They both laughed.
Mandy pulled the sheet off Paul's cock, and looked at it. He was not unreasonably big, but as she held his penis she felt warmth and veins and his life force. It was perfectly shaped, thick at the base but thick at the head. Hard, hot, veiny.
Absentmindedly she stroked it slowly as it appeared to pulse. She bent over and wrapped her mouth around the thick head, not moving but touching it with her tongue. Paul sighed.
"Are you trying to fuck with me?"
Mandy looked him in the eye and said nothing. She started sucking and licking gently.
Paul got harder and started slowly raising his hips. Not thrusting but wanting more of Mandy's attention.
He reached toward her ass, but she backed away from his probing hands.
Mandy seized his cock, sucking the head while working with her hands up and down the length of his shaft.
His body firmed, but then as she closed her eyes she felt him stroke her face. He stroked her neck. He pulled her arm softly but firmly, pulling her to him. He stroked her back, and in a second she could feel her bra loosen. She pulled away, trying to get him to cum, but he hooked his hand in her waistband, gently pulling her to him. His cock popped out of her mouth.
She turned to him.
"Hey. Heey!"
She felt vulnerable, in his house, with his cock in front of her.
"It's not fair. I'm the only naked one. You should join me." Paul smiled.
"I am a professional. I'm not taking my clothes off."
"Are you sure? Do professionals suck cock?"
Mandy flushed as he said it. She signed and stood straight. Reaching into her shirt, she adjusted her bra and put it back on.
"That was a mistake. I am sorry. I have to go. I am not a prostitute."
