Personal Masseuse

“Is that…?” Brooke asks in pleasant surprise.

“I thought you’d like it.” You reply, pleased with yourself.

You led Brooke to, what you can only describe as, the ‘spa’ room of the suite. The room’s lighting is automatically set to mood lighting; and the aesthetic is definitely calming despite its minimalist decor. There’s a counter with a huge oval sink, next to it is some hotel provided massage oils, and in the center of the room is a lone massage table that has a pillow, and a rolled towel laying on top of it.

“It says the masseuse is only available up to 9PM, unless booked earlier.” Brooke informs you, reading the pamphlet that’s also on the massage table. “Let me guess, the focus group booked an on-call masseuse for us?” Brooke asks.

“Nope.” You honestly answer, getting an intrigued look from Brooke.

“Oh~. Okay. I see where you’re going with this.” Brooke says in realization.

“Are you up for it?” You ask her.

“Depends on who’s getting the massage.” Brooke qualifies.

“Oh, it’s you. Definitely you.” You assure her.

“Final answer?” She asks you, the exact same way teacher’s ask you that question to make you doubt your answer.

“Unless you want to give me a massage instead.” You cave and hedge your bets.

“Aw~, what happened to the confidence?” Brooke teases you.

“Okay! I’m giving you the massage. Final answer.” You tell her confidently, which immediately makes her wince in reaction.

“Oooh~, you missed out on the jackpot. I give great massages.” Brooke says playfully.

“I bet you do.” You say genuinely, but Brooke seems to interpret it as a challenge.

“I’ll have you know, I’m a licensed masseuse.” Brooke says, correcting you for her misinterpretation of your statement as sarcasm.

“I honestly didn’t mean anything by it!” You say, assuring her that you weren’t teasing.

“This is what happens when you start talking like Courtney to me.” Brooke playfully blames you.

“Oh, I’m so~ sorry.” You apologize, playing up the sarcasm like Courtney would.

“Shut up.” Brooke says, pinching you on your side. “I’m serious. I want to — return the favor, so to speak.” Brooke then tells you.

“You are doing me a favor.” You reply, before pulling on the knot that’s tying her silk bathrobe together, revealing her naked torso, cleavage, and pussy to you. “If you ask me, getting to touch your body is definitely a favor — nay, a jackpot.” You compliment her.

“You just did that a few hours ago. How is that a jackpot?” Brooke points out, disbelieving your sweet talk. You approach her closer, and place your hands on her shoulders. You then slide her bathrobe to the side, and it falls to the floor smoothly; leaving Brooke in all her naked glory once more.

“I mean, how is touching your body ever not considered a jackpot?” You return the question to her.

“Okay, lover boy. Calm down on the hype job.” Brooke reacts with a chuckle. “I’m just saying…” Brooke adds, as she pulls on the knot of your bathrobe for it to open as well, revealing your dick to her. “Me getting to touch this…” Brooke sultrily says, as she inches her lips to yours. “... is more of a jackpot, no?” Brooke asks, before giving you a peck on the lips.

“Why not both?” You ask with a greedy smile.

“It might be hard for you to get both. If you touch me again like you did earlier, I might pass out again from your ‘massage’.” Brooke argues, and you can’t help but express that she has a point. “So why don’t I give you a massage first, then you can get your turn?” Brooke suggests.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.” You playfully reply.

“Good.” Brooke says, before pulling your robe to the side like what you did earlier, leaving you naked in front of her as well.

“Then get your ass on the table.” Brooke orders you with a playful wink. You do as she tells you and sit on the massage table instead of lying face down like you assume would be the proper start for a massage.

“My ass is on the table now.” You teasingly tell her, eliciting a sarcastic ‘har-har’ from Brooke.

Brooke then picks up her robe from the floor, getting you to react. “Oh, I was hoping you’d keep the robe off for the massage too.” You tell her.

“I’m actually just picking these up so I don’t slip on them later during your massage; but since you’ve mentioned, I might just put this on if you don’t lie on the table like I asked you to.” Brooke jokes. Even though you know she’s kidding, you still pretend it’s a legitimate threat and make a show of quickly lying belly down on the table so she can see you did as she asked.

“I’m ready when you are.” You tell her.

*SPANK*

“Good boy.” Brooke teases you after she spank you on your ass.

“I usually do the spankings, but I’ll allow it.” You joke, as Brooke gets your robe from the floor as well.

“Looking forward to it.” Brooke replies, while her back is towards you, as she hangs the robes on some wall hooks. Brooke then goes towards the sink to wash her hands. You shift your position to lay on your side, watching her ass jiggle a little due to the small motions she’s making when she washes her hands. You’re so hypnotized by it, that you forget to lay back down on your belly when she turns around.

“Who are you supposed to be? Shawn Michaels?” Brooke asks, referring to your pose on the table, you assume.

“I was going for Burt Reynolds, actually.” You joke, being reminded of his famous naked photo back in the day.

“Yeah~, you’re going to need a lot more body hair to pull that off.” Brooke says with a chuckle.

“I’m sure there’s a trait in the app for that.” You joke back, before turning yourself back to lying belly down, so Brooke can start giving you a massage.

“I wonder what that trait would be called — Wondergrow?” Brooke jokes, as she starts spreading the massage oil on your back with her oiled up hands.

“Sounds dirty for a trait that only affects body hair.” You observe, getting both of you to chuckle.

“Well, the opposite is true, so it’s not improbable.” Brooke comments.

“What do you mean?” You ask back with your eyes closed, allowing yourself to relax to Brooke’s massage.

“I mean, this app of yours has a sense of humor for calling a trait that does what it does ‘Family Comes First’.” Brooke points out, spreading the oil to your neck and shoulders as well.

“Oh, believe me, I was just starting to believe in the magic of the app, and it goes to recommend a trait called ‘Magic Touch’ just to mess with my brain even further.” You recount to Brooke.

“Messing with you or not, it is a fitting name.” Brooke comments. “I’m the one giving you the massage and it feels like I’m the one that’s melting.” Brooke observes, as she starts to massage the area of your lower back, just above your butt, with her thumbs.

“Don’t sell yourself short, I’m melting in your hands as we speak.” You tell her.

“Oh, yeah? So the pressure’s perfect, or do you want it a little harder?” Brooke asks.

“A little harder is worth a try.” You answer, and immediately regret it. “Oh! Softer! Definitely go back to the previous setting.” You retract, right after Brooke kneads a knot near your shoulder blades a lot harder than you expected. It seems the pain you felt was intentional as Brooke immediately starts laughing.

“Not into the rough stuff?” Brooke teases you.

“Not for a massage!” You say a little too defensively, and Brooke laughs even harder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll keep it at the ‘current setting’ as you’d like to call it.” Brooke says, right as she kneads the knot in your muscle again, getting you to react with a gasp of pain. “You do have a knot here though, so we can’t avoid it.” She warns you.

“Be a big boy and push through the pain, okay?” Brooke teases you in a motherly voice, and you can’t help but return the sarcastic ‘Har-Har’ she used earlier.

Close to an hour later…

“I’m going to massage your inner thighs, is that alright?” Brooke asks you.

“Uh~... yeah. Feel free.” You answer Brooke.

It’s already the latter half of the massage, and you’re already laying on your back for this part. Brooke was serious about being a licensed massage therapist. The full body massage she’s giving you is definitely not the kind of massage you were about to give her when you suggested giving her a massage. Hell, your idea of massaging her was kneading her shoulders a bit before teasing her naughty parts. Brooke, though? She’s practically identified all the knots on your body, even that nagging pain you have on your lower back, and relaxed it for you. She even covered your crotch and eyes with towels once you turned around to lay on your back, so that all of you stayed relaxed during the massage.

You asked her about how she became a licensed massage therapist while she was working on your arms. Brooke said it was just one of the jobs that fit well with what she was doing as sideline work while she was pursuing a professional wrestling career.

The gym she used to work at as a personal trainer, the same gym she met Brad and Chad before they started their own gym together with her, had a built-in spa that gave her the idea to do double duty and work as a massage therapist there too.

You’ve closed your eyes for most of the massage since, other than being naked for it, she hasn’t done anything to hint that this will turn to anything sexual. At least…

Not until now.

“I was asking if it’s okay to massage you here too?” Brooke asks, as you finally take off the towel over your eyes to see what she’s doing. Her hands have hiked up the towel enough so that the only part it’s covering is your crotch area… where Brooke’s hands are right now.

“Do I need to pay extra for that or…” You jokingly ask.

“It’s on the house.” Brooke replies with a wink, as she uses her fingertips to tease the skin of your balls.

“Then-uh, yeah. Feel free.” You tell her again, and it doesn’t take Brooke long before she’s massaging and cupping your balls with her hands. You prop yourself up on the table with your elbows to watch what she’s doing, and Brooke immediately places one of her hands on your chest.

“The whole point of this is for you to relax.” Brooke tells you, before exerting some **** to tell you to lie back down on the table. “So relax.” She adds.

“I’ve got this.” Brooke tells you confidently, as she lifts herself up onto the table as well. She then mounts you, facing the direction of your cock, and giving you a view of her amazing back and ass. You give into temptation and move your hands to touch her asscheeks, but Brooke quickly grabs them to place them back on your sides.

“This is still part of your massage, so relax and lie still.” Brooke tells you, right before she bends forward towards your cock, and shows you a perfect view of her pussy. She turns her head to look back at you, with her head still close to your crotch. “Eyes up, lover boy. You’ll strain your neck like that.” Brooke teases you.

“Oh, that’s intentional. I want to strain my neck so I have an excuse to get another massage.” You joke back. Plus, if it takes your neck straining to not lose a view like this, you’ll take it.

“I already told you…” Brooke says, before using her feet push your head down back to the pillow. “I’ve got this.” Brooke adds again, before turning her head and taking your flaccid penis inside her mouth to suck on it.

“Beats doing it in a public restroom, huh?” You jokingly ask, and you get a tap on the forehead with her foot for that one.

Still, Brooke doesn’t stop from sensually sucking on your rapidly growing erection. The entirety of your dick has been inside her mouth to the base since she started; and with it now semi-erect, she’s using her tongue to lick the base of your cock while your tip slowly penetrates her throat deeper as it grows. You can hear her gag a little as your cock becomes fully erect inside her mouth; but she quickly adjusts to allow her to continue deepthroating you for another few seconds, before finally gasping back up for air.

Brooke takes a deep sloppy breath, based on what you can hear, and you can only imagine a sliver of drool still connecting the tip of your cock to her lips. You can feel Brooke jerk you off now with her hand, making sure you’re finally rock hard.

“Look at that. You do have the Wondergrow trait.” Brooke jokes, as she continues to stroke you. You try to lift your head up a little to see a view other than the ceiling, but Brooke’s feet are actually covering everything worthwhile from your angle. Brooke even notices you lifting your head, and she pushes it down again with her feet. You try to move your hands to touch her ass, but Brooke notices that too and stops you by grabbing onto both your wrists. You can feel the sliminess of her saliva on your right wrist too.

“You don’t need to see it, Jay. Close your eyes if you have to, but this is still part of the massage. You don’t have to do anything other than relax.” Brooke assures you.

“Focus on how my tongue…” Brooke says before she licks the head of your dick.

“... and my lips…” Brooke adds, before giving the tip of your penis a kiss.

“... and my entire mouth…” Brooke continues, before swallowing your entire cock once more. The sensation does make you look back to the ceiling again from feeling a spike of unbearable pleasure.

“... massage your cock…” Brooke adds, as she then starts to jerk you off with her hand.

“... and balls.” Brooke then goes down to suck on your balls with her mouth while she continues to jerk you off. She even slaps her cheek with your cock, while she does so.

You finally do as she says and just lay your head back down on the pillow, closing your eyes, and focusing on the sensations from Brooke’s amazing blowjob.

You feel her lick your cock from the base all the way to the head, before wrapping your dickhead with her lips. You then feel her tongue flick the tip of your dick back and forth, before swirling around it. All the while, sucking your cock like a vacuum. She then surprises you by swallowing your entire cock into her mouth, down to the base, flicking her tongue to hit your balls; and then smoothly going back up until you hear her lips make a popping sound, as she frees your dick from her mouth.

“Someone enjoyed that.” Brooke jokes, as you feel one of her fingertips touch the tip of your penis, obviously noticing some of the precum you couldn’t hold back due to her incredible blowjob.

“You told me to focus on the massage. So I did.” You say as an excuse. “You’re lucky I had some self control and haven’t bust a nut already.” You jokingly defend yourself.

“Oh? Why bother with self-control? You can keep going even after you cum right? Magic and all that.” Brooke asks, turning her body towards you, before rubbing your frenulum with her thumb.

“I never really thought of it that way. **** of habit, I guess.” You answer honestly.

“Then let’s do something different for you. Since you kept me on edge for so fucking long that I couldn’t handle how explosive my orgasm was; how about for you, we do the opposite? You don’t hold yourself back, and I’ll try to make you cum as many times as I can until you pass out?” Brooke suggests.

“I don’t think the magic will allow that.” You point out.

“I think it’s worth a try.” Brooke argues.

“Sounds like a direct invitation to chafing.” You counter argue.

“Okay then. How about I stop asking nicely, and I just milk you for all that you’ve got?” Brooke asks, gripping your erect cock tightly between her hands, while still playing with your frenulum.

“So I never had a choice?” You ask her, both scared and aroused. Brooke leans in, your cock still gripped tightly in her hand, while her mouth is now close to your ear.

“No.” Brooke whispers into your ear with finality.

“You’re going to cover me in cum.” Brooke adds, and your cock just twitches in her hands; both at the idea of covering Brooke with your cum, but also because she’s really hitting your weak spot with her thumb.

“Then you’re going to fill me with cum.” Brooke continues, and your dick twitches again in her hands.

“Then you’re going to call me your cum dump.” Brooke doesn’t stop with the dirty talk, and the idea she’s planting in your head really is getting you closer… that and her hot breath in your ear while she continues rubbing your frenulum.

“You’re going to make me shout ‘I’M YOUR CUM DUMP! I’M YOUR CUM DUMP!’ while you use my body for exactly… that… purpose.” Brooke sultrily suggests and you’ve just about had enough of it this combination of stimuli.

“Oh, dear God.” You gasp in pleasure.

“Where do you want to spray it?” Brooke asks, as she jerks the base of your cock while her thumb is still very much stimulating your frenulum.

“Face?” She asks, making you look at her face, and imagine it being covered with your cum. You were about to shout ‘YES!’ but she gives you another choice before you could.

“Mouth?” She adds as an option, before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out; once again, giving you the mental image of covering it with your cum.

“Maybe you’d like to spray it on my tits?” She then asks, before turning her body side to side, making her fake D Cups jiggle side to side, while she directs your dick to point towards it. Instead of answering her, you just let out a groan of pleasure before spraying it all over her gorgeous breasts.

“A tit-man, I see.” Brooke observes.

“No.” You tell her, while you take deep breaths to recover. “I’m an everything-man.” You correct her.

“You might say that, but you still sprayed—” Brooke tries to tease you, but you interrupt her.

“I just sprayed. I didn’t actually choose.” You point out. “It doesn’t matter where I spray first.” You add.

“I’m going to cover your entire body in cum anyway.”

Author's Announcement

I'll be posting "Chapter 0: Prologue" as an Anniversary Special Chapter on July 2. I'll post it as a next chapter after the first chapter of this branch, similar to the Halloween and Christmas Specials. Link to Prologue is here.

Thank you all once again for your continued support throughout my first year of writing!