Going the extra mile...

Their time was rapidly coming to a close, and Beth was realizing, to her frustration, that her massage wasn't getting the job done. For all her work, Mr.Harden was still very tense.
Tom could see her frustration. "It's okay Beth. It's been a real tough week for me. You've done all you can today. Honestly, I feel a lot better."
"It isn't just your muscles, Tom. Your whole...being is still tense." She eyed the bulge in his shorts. Four months without sex.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had dragged his shorts down, letting his cock spring out. Damn, that's pretty.
"Beth!! What..." Mr. Harden protested, until she close a hand around his shaft and leaned close to his face.
"It's just.... you need to relax, Tom. Stress is a killer. I'm just... finishing the job." Are you insane?! You don't give happy endings! You are a professional.
Well, I'm making an exception. This guy needs it.. and besides, he deserves some pleasure.
She poured massage oil liberally over his cock and balls, and began to rub, stroke and knead his shaft with both hands. This isn't sex, it's just massage.

"Fuck..." Mr. Harden lay his head back.
"Relax, I don't do this all the time. You just... you need this." I don't do this EVER!!!!
{if Formation = 3} He's so sexy, though, and his cock is nice. I bet he could teach me a few things...
STOP THAT! PROFESSIONAL! {endif
}"God...it's been so long." Tom whispered to himself.
"That's the problem..." she worked his shaft, slow and sensual at first, but increasing in speed and intensity until she could feel his balls starting to tighten up before long at all. "Tell me when, okay Mr. Harden?"
"I'm..." he couldn't form the words, just nodded emphatically. Beth grabbed a towel from an end table, that she usually used for excess oil.
"Fuuuuck!!!" Tom shuddered all over, kicking his heels as ropes of cum spurted from his cock, landing on his stomach and dripping across her fingers as she milked him. She squeezed every drop out before wiping the spillage with the towel.

"There... Now don't you feel better?"
"Beth I feel 100% better..." his eyes were full of guilt, though. "But... you're...that wasn't..."
"Strictly business, Mr. Harden." she tried to be nonchalant, though her face was probably as red as a beet.
"Yeah...s..strictly business...."
He excused himself to the bathroom, and Beth fell back against the wall, panting. What the actual fuck was that?
J...just doing my job.
That is NOT your job!
Well, it's a one time thing.
Yeah, he's never going to expect that again. Sure.
She realized her hands were still covered in his jizz. She cleaned them off with the same towel, though she had a brief, ridiculous idea of sticking her fingers in her mouth.
When Mr. Harden came out of the bathroom, with pants and a shirt on, she was already packing her equipment, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
"Are you free for a session tomorrow?"
"I'm off Saturday, Mr. Harden. I'm sorry." She and Brian had a few wedding things to do as well.
"I can make it worth your while." He handed her the money for the session... and an extra $50. "For going above and beyond." He said when she held up the fifty.
"I'll..." she swallowed. {if Formation = 3
} His voice was deep and commanding in her ears, and his eyes held her transfixed.{endif
}"....I'll see if I can swing it..."
"Any time of the day you have, I'm flexible..."
{if Formation = 3
} So am I, Mr. Hottie.
Alright, time to leave. GO!
{endif
}