Maddy closed her eyes for a moment as her dainty hands spread the oil across the man's chest. She could hardly
believe she was going through with this, but -as much as she hated admitting it - this made the most sense.
She knew there was no chance Aryan would ever forgive her, let alone give her back her body, so even if she
ran away she would be trapped as Maddy still, just minus a stable business. At the moment this business was
the only thing keeping her off the streets. This was her home, her massage table was her bed until she could
afford an apartment.
"Everything alright?" Her customer asked, looking up at her.
"Fine." She said, managing to force out a smile.
"You just seem really tense, is all." He pressed.
Maddy had to admit to herself that she was working him hard, but there was something about the firmness of his
muscular torso that made electricity spark up her arms. She could deny it all she wanted, but she was starting
to get aroused. She could feel it in her crotch growing wet, in her hands wanting to touch as much of him as
possible. More than that, she could just 'feel' it... it was as though her entire body was bring itself to
some boiling arousal, and the only release she could get was from her customer.
"It's just been a hectic few days." She explained, but there was a distant tone in her voice as she moved over
his head, her mind off battling itself.
Just then she lent down to massage his shoulders, lower than she had to, and before she knew it her large
breasts had bounced out of their loose blouse and her nipples were dangling an inch from the man's face.
"So sorry!" She apologized as she tucked them back away.
"I don't mind." He admitted, causing her to look up and see a tent pole beneath the green underwear she had
given him to wear.
Maddy suddenly became flustered, some sort of primal instinct taking over and she knew instantly it was
because of what she saw. A burning curiosity formed inside her, a warm glow spreading through her whole body.
She bit her lower lip, eyes fixed on his manhood as she walked slowly, sensually, around the table. Her mind
screamed no, but her body was whittling away at her, egging her curiosity on. She wanted to know what it was
like, why Aryan had loved giving it so much. Did all women like it? Would she like it? A mischievous smile
spread across her lips as she gave in.
"I can massage it if you want?" She offered, placing her hand at the base of his loins.
"Is it any extra charge?" He asked hesitantly.
"Not if I enjoy it." Maddy giggled, hoping up onto the table. "I've never done it before." She admitted,
blushing as she pulled down the cloth and saw his dick standing erect.
Opening her mouth wide, she looked into his eyes as she lowered herself onto it. It felt strange and intrusive
at first, almost causing her to gag. Then she relaxed and began an easy, jerking motion with her neck. Before
long she was contentedly sucking away. The taste was strange at first, but then she got used to it. But more
importantly she found she was enjoying the fact that she was in control. When her lips were wrapped around his
cock, he would do anything she asked.
"Oh, babe!" He exclaimed. "You're a natural!"
She paused in her sucking to look up and giggle, then spat on the tip and working it over with her tongue. He
reached down and grabbed the hair at the back of her head, holding it out of her way. 'How gentlemanly.' She
thought. It had been a sarcastic thought at first, then she realized that her hair actually had been annoying
her - she wondered how women with longer hair could stand it. She could feel her breasts slapping against his
body every time she lowered, soon she was surprised to hear herself moaning as she worked. It was muffled by
the thing in her mouth, but it was still unmistakably feminine.
Now it didn't even require thought. She just rotated between tongue, mouth, spit and hand like a pro. The
seconds blurred into minutes, minutes grouped together and then time disappeared altogether. Her only
indication of time was the increasingly loud and dirty comments the man was making.
"Come on, work it baby!" "That's the way my little cocksucker." "I'm gonna shoot my load all over your tits...
those nice, big tits."
All of a sudden the man was getting up, working himself with his right hand. For a moment, Maddy was at a
loss, then she remembered seeing this happen so many times before, just from a different perspective. Sliding
off the table, she sank to her knees and looked up at the one eyed beasts poking out at her. She winced as the
warm, slimy payload first hit her in the face, landing on her cheek, splattering across her lips and then
rolling into her mouth and down the side of her chin. The next surge landed square on her breasts, before the
rest of it dribbled all across her uniform - the only clothes she had. But she wouldn't realize that until
later.
"Mmmm" She moaned as she licked her lips, feeling satisfied as she looked up at her customer.
"I take it that means you enjoyed it?" He asked needlessly.
Maddy giggled. "You bet."
While Maddy knelt there, running her sticky, sensual fingers all over her body, the man began to get dressed.
"What about the rest of your massage?" She asked naively.
"You did more than enough for me." The man said with a smile. He looked up and frowned. "You have a box
outside your door. I'll fetch it."
'Hopefully there're some clean clothes.' Maddy thought, realizing she had drying cum all over her blouse, not
to mention her face. She made a mental note to make sure she stripped next time - or at least swallowed.
The man left, leaving more than his fair on the box he brought in. Maddy finally pulled herself off the
ground, still feeling a warm glow. More than anything else she was glad that he had enjoyed himself."So is
that why women give head?" She asked herself, cocking her head to one side while she thought about it for a
moment.
Then she turned her attention to the box. It was two square feet in total, plain and unmarked cardboard. But
what was inside?