3 comments/ 74196 views/ 6 favorites A Surprising Massage By: fantasiesinprint As a massage therapist I've learned to take any clients I can get, so I jumped at the last minute appointment call I got when my three o'clock cancelled on me. He asked the usual questions, but then also seemed to be specifically interested in making sure he his privates would be well covered. Considering most guys seem to get a thrill out of the chance of being exposed, it was a nice change to know he wasn't going to be hitting on me. Despite the short notice, he showed up on time. He was taller than me, with a confident swagger and a cocky grin, which made me a little nervous but I remembered his questions on the phone and the feeling passed. I've never come across a client I couldn't handle. My massage rooms are small but work well for me. There's room for my table and a bench for clients to use when they undress. Each room has a music system and a large selection of lotions and oils so I can tailor the experience to the client's wishes. A lighted vanity and sink combination makes the rooms well lit but still relaxing and intimate. I slipped out for a few minutes to let him undress and when I came back in he was stretched out face down on the table. Per my usual routine I assured him that we didn't have to have a conversation unless he chose to and began steadily working on his neck and shoulders. He was quite tense and I must have made some sort of sound because he mentioned he'd been a bit tense lately. We chatted a bit now and then, just about simple things, and then I told him I needed him to turn over. He hesitated and I assured him that I'd close my eyes. That seemed to appease him and he rolled over for me and I started working on him again. He began talking about the last girl he'd dated and how they'd broken up recently. They hadn't dated long, but he'd thought she was something special. I moved the sheet back out of the way a bit and he flinched. "What was that for?" I asked him as I began working his arms. "Sorry," he chuckled nervously, "I'm a bit paranoid about being, uh, seen by women these days. Naked I mean." His hesitancy was kind of cute and I couldn't imagine what he could have done to run some girl off. He must have cleared his throat three times before he admitted that the girl had said their sex life wasn't exciting enough. "Oh honey, don't worry about that, some girls are just a bit wild when it comes to that. Not every girl out there is going to want to do it hanging from the rafters, trust me," I assured him. "Well, it wasn't exactly that," he said, shifting a bit on the bed. "The only way she'd do it was if she got to be on top. She said, well hell, ...she said I was so much smaller than what she was used to that that was the only way she got anything out of it." Now I've heard a lot from clients, but this was a new one. Most guys, on or off the table, like to brag about how huge they are or how well they please their women. I couldn't help but be intrigued, since like many men, he was beginning to make the sheet into a tent. "Oh come on now, you can't be that small. Even I can see that tent you're making there under the sheet," I tried lightening the mood a bit since he seemed a bit upset by his confession. He shrugged, "All I know is what she said. I've never had another woman complain, but maybe that's why none of the relationships worked out." "There's no telling, we women can be fickle you know," I worked his leg, trying to ease the muscles in one of his thighs. As my fingers reached up to his upper thigh, he tensed and flinched again. Slightly irritated at what I was sure was his silly male insecurity, I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Ok hun, just so you'll relax for me, I'm gonna flip up this sheet and give you an honest opinion, ok?" He lifted his head to look at me, probably thinking I was joking. He didn't say a word, but just put his head back down and lay there quietly, which I took as a yes. I reached for the sheet, only then seeing the darker spot of precum he'd leaked out onto it. I eased it back slowly, not sure if he'd let me do it or leap off the table. I'd thought the sheet-tent was a hint of what I'd find, but to my shock the little sheet tent had said it all. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," I blurted out, immediately regretting it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just was surprised, that's all" He sighed deeply, obviously not totally surprised by my reaction. I couldn't help leaning a bit closer, as if that would change what I was seeing. Standing up proudly in the nest of red hair was the smallest dick I'd ever seen. While it was obviously hard as a rock and glistening with oozing precum, to call it three inches would have been to be generous. "Well?" he asked quietly. "Well, it's, um, smaller...." I wiped my hands on my jeans, biting my lip and searching for something diplomatic to say. I rested my hands on his hip, contemplating the situation. When I saw my hand reach out to touch him, I think I was as shocked as he was. When my hand curled around him, it covered his entire cock and I nearly jumped back in surprise when his hand grabbed at my arm, his hips lurched and suddenly a thick stream of cum spurted out of him and all over my hand. "Oh shit!" I jumped back, holding my hand out over him, watching as his cum dripped off my hand and onto his thigh. "Oh fuck, oh fuck I'm so sorry. It was an accident, I swear. Oh fuck," he sat up and all but jumped off the table, kicking the sheet off the other side in his haste. He practically ran around the table, his hands cupped in front of his miniscule dick, and then cowered behind it, constantly apologizing for what had happened. I couldn't help giggling at him, standing there naked, trying to hide something that small behind the table. "It's ok hun. It's a first for me too, but it's ok." I turned and used the small sink to clean off my hands. "Come over here, you can't leave like that," I motioned him to come over to me. "No! I...um...no, it's fine. I'll dress and go," he stammered. Holding out my hand, I went around the table and took his arm, firmly but gently leading him around the table and to the vanity. He stood there, shifting foot to foot, nervously. I reached under the cabinet, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water. "Here we go," squatting down, I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I felt responsible. I should have known that with a dick like that, he wouldn't be able to handle much excitement. I tried to be as clinical as possible while I cleaned him up, but I could tell that despite his spurting on me, he was still very aroused and trying not to react to my touch. "You know, it's not that bad. I won't lie and say it's huge, hun, but it's...cute....in it's own way. And hell, you're a nice looking guy," I tried to console him. When I had him cleaned up, I tossed the cloth in the sink and reached in the cabinet to get him a towel, which he quickly wrapped around him. I stood up and decided to go for the door, telling him to get dressed and come out whenever he was ready. As I walked up to the front desk, my assistant saw me coming and met me at the counter. She asked me how my new client was and I lost it. The giggles burst out of me and before I knew it, I was telling her what happened. She stood there in wide-eyed disbelief and then accused me of teasing her "Would I joke about this?? I'm telling you, he said she only got anything by being on top so I thought I'd relax him by peeking at it, telling him it was huge and that'd be it. Then I pull the sheet back and he's not even a handful! And to top it off, he cums all over the place after I just barely touch it." After going over it again, I could tell she finally believed me. "You've got to be joking. It can't have been that small, he's a normal sized guy. I saw him come in, " she declared. "Trust me," I held out my hand in a fist, " this MORE than covered it!" Thank god we heard the creaking of the door, or else he'd have come out in the middle of our conversation. As it was, we barely had time to straighten up and stop giggling before he was within earshot. My assistant couldn't stop grinning, so I told her to go check on another client so he wouldn't be embarrassed. I tried to knock some off the original charge, since the whole encounter didn't last an hour, but when I mentioned that he turned bright red and seemed horrified. I backed off at once and just quietly took his money and gave him back his change. I tried to return the tip, telling him that $30 was too much, but he flatly refused to take it and apologized again. I told him I'd take it, only if he stopped apologizing and he smiled shyly, before pocketing his wallet and heading out the door. Thank God I listened to that security expert and wired all the rooms for sight and sound. My girlfriends are never gonna believe this! A Surprising Massage Dr. Marcus Cassandra had hardly slept the night before her surgery. Her mind was whirring and clicking like an old-time pocket watch, and she was unable to fall asleep for longer than a few hours at a time. While she was very excited for her metamorphosis and the body she would soon inhabit, it was the getting from here to there that had her especially nervous. A nurse had prepped her and she was sitting on the examining table when a man in a white coat walked in. "Good morning," He said. "I'm Dr. Marcus, your anesthesiologist." Dr. Marcus was not tall, but not short. He had sandy colored hair and deep blue eyes. She felt immediately at ease in his presence. He asked her a few questions about her allergies and her prior reactions to anesthesia. "What procedure are you having done today?" he asked. "A breast lift and some lipo," she answered, looking down. "Ahhh, I see." he said. "Well, I hope you are not offended by me saying this, but you are beautiful, I usually see women in here for those procedures you really need it. But not you." Cassandra lifted her head up and smiled. "Thank you." "Do you have any questions?" "Well, it sounds silly, but I am very nervous about being put under." "It is not silly at all," Dr. Marcus answered. "A lot of people are very nervous about it." "I just don't want to feel anything," she said. "Don't worry. I will use a cocktail of several medications and you won't feel a thing." "My friends tell me I'm crazy for thinking about this, but what are the chances that I'll be awake through it all, and feel everything?" Dr. Marcus gave a slight chuckle. "Very slim. You won't be awake at all. We will be monitoring you and we will know by your heart rate if you feel any pain." "Can I ask you, at what point would a person die from the pain?" Dr. Marcus' eyes got softer and he could tell that she was, indeed, very nervous. "Ms. Waters," he said. "Believe me. A human can withstand a lot of pain. But you don't need to worry about that. The chances that you will feel anything are very, very slim." "That's what everyone says, I'm just very nervous." "I can tell. I can maybe do something that will ease your nerves just a bit. Take the edge off?" he said. Cassandra let out a sigh of relief. "That would be great." "I've been told that I give a good backrub. Let me rub your shoulders a bit." He walked over to the head of her bed and put his hands gently on her shoulders. He circled his hands around her neck and rubbed her shoulders very gently, yet with firm pressure. He pushed his thumbs close to where her neck and shoulders met, his long fingers resting on the front of her chest. Cassandra closed her eyes and rested her head back. "How does that feel," he asked? "Oooh, very good," Cassandra said. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt such an electric touch. Her husband had not touched her in a very long time. And it certainly hadn't felt so good when he did. Cassandra hadn't noticed it immediately, but it felt like Dr. Marcus was moving his fingers down her chest. He was. His thumbs were no longer on her neck. His long fingers were kneading the flesh at the tops of her breasts. It felt very good. "I can actually get a better result if I can touch your skin," Dr. Marcus said very softly. He gently put his hands inside the front-closing hospital gown. The feel of his skin on her skin was like what she imagined the first tingle of lightning would feel like. His hands were warm and felt so firm as they were rubbing her flesh. His fingers were long and his fingertips were on her breasts. He moved his hands lower until his fingers were just above her areolas. Cassandra arched her back into him a bit. She was silently willing him to move his fingers down to her nipples. She felt moisture between her legs and realized that she was really getting turned on. Her nipples were pink and erect. Dr. Marcus lifted his hands up. Her eyes flew open. Why was he stopping? "Do you mind if I open your gown? I can get a better angle that way." He said, as he walked around to the front of the bed. He was standing at the side of her bed, looking at her. "Please, go ahead," Cassandra said. His hand deftly untied the strings at the top of her gown and he opened it up. Cassandra was naked underneath. She felt vulnerable at being exposed that way to him, but felt like every fiber inside her was alive. She was very glad she had just gone in for a Brazilian wax the day before. "Oh, I was right," he said. "You are gorgeous." He looked her entire body up and down. And then he smiled. He took each of her breasts in each of his hands and gently massaged them. He put his fingers underneath and rubbed her erect nipples with his thumbs. Cassandra arched her neck and leaned her head back into the hospital bed. He circled his nipples so very lightly that it was hard to tell that he was touching her at all. Her nipples were so erect. Her body was completely under his power. He circled his thumbs around her erect nipples. She felt a shiver go through her body. He reached for something is his lab coat, "I think it might help you relax if I used some oil, I can more fully massage you that way." Cassandra moaned her acceptance. He squirted some oil on his hands and rubbed them together. When he put his hands back on her body they felt warm and slick. He rubbed the area underneath her breasts, on her stomach. She wanted his touch back on her breasts, but held her breath in anticipation of how far he might take the massage. He took his left hand and gently moved her right leg so that her lips were exposed to him. He then took his opposite hand and moved her other leg. She was completely open to him. Her vulnerability made her even more excited. "You have such a pretty pussy," he said. Cassandra shivered. No one had ever said that to her before. "I know that is it extra sensitive when you have removed all of the hair," he said. "Your beautiful pussy will love being rubbed." He ran the index finger of his right hand down the fold where her lips met her thigh. His touch felt so sensual and light. Cassandra shivered again. It had been so long since a touch had lit such a fire in her. He ran his thumbs up and down her outer lips. Cassandra could feel her clitoris becoming engorged and her pussy beginning to get wet. He used his right hand to gently squeeze her lips together just behind her clit. Cassandra let out a small moan. As he put pressure on her lips and her clit with his right hand, he used his left hand to trace the outline of her lips just below. Cassandra was mentally begging him to enter her, just as she had mentally begged him to touch her nipples. The pressure of his touch on her pussy was magical. Dr. Marcus used his thumbs to run up and down between her inner and outer lips. He gently opened her lips up. "Your pussy is so pink. So beautiful," he said. Cassandra was melting. She spread her legs even further apart. She was so turned on by the idea of him looking at her. At her delicate pussy. He touched her clit with his finger, in very light and delicate circles. His touch felt absolutely heavenly. He took the back side of the index finger of his other hand and rubbed it up and down her lips. Then he took that finger and gently nudged the tip of it into her pussy. "Ahhhhh." Cassandra moaned. He slowly pushed his finger deeper into her, while still circling her clit very lightly with the other hand. Cassandra felt like her clit was going to explode. Dr. Marcus inserted his entire finger and then slowly moved it all the way out. He joined his middle finger with his index finger and slowly inserted both into her wet pussy. He pressed gently downward while circling her clit with the thumb of his other hand. The downward pressure felt so good. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there. He fingers were long and slim and he expertly found her g-spot and began to rub it. She opened her legs up wide so that he could have full access. He responded by crooking his fingers up and continuing the pressure on her g-spot. Cassandra could barely stand the pleasure – it was building up from her pussy to the inner core of her being. Cassandra balled her hands up into fists and involuntarily clenched her pussy and ass. She came in an amazing orgasm. She felt the orgasm pulsing through her pussy in waves. It felt warm, and hot, and wet, and so good. She dug her head back into the table and completely let go. She moaned loudly and her whole body began to tremble. She clenched her pussy around his beautiful fingers. After her body stopped shuddering, she opened her eyes and looked at Dr. Marcus. "Are you relaxed now?" Dr. Marcus asked, with a smile.