The Size Queen (Massage Room Mischief)

"The shower is over there!" the massage therapist says before bringing her phone back to her ear.

Chloe releases the doorknob and quickly spins around. "Um...," she looks around and points at one of the doors, "This one?"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah!" the therapist just replies as she leaves.

Shrugging her shoulders, Chloe opens the door just to find another massage room with another guest on the table; a man in his forties or fifties. His oily skin glistens slightly and he has a greenish white face mask on, topped by two cucumber slices on his eyes.

Chloe is about to leave when she notices an irregularity of the towel covering his crotch. There was a slight ridge on one side while the other was straightened out. The college girl glances back and bites her lower lip. Just a quick peek, she thinks and remembers how she dozed off after her own treatment, He won't even notice.

Taking a deep but silent breath, Chloe sneaks inside and closes the door quietly. A few more steps and she stands beside the massage table, gingerly lifting the towel to 'investigate.' Her lips curl into an amused smile as she catches sight of his flaccid penis resting lazily on his groin crease.

Wow! It's almost as big as Jake's! The brunette recalls that tipsy night last weekend when she took the picture that caused the trouble with her mother, And it isn't even hard...

Chloe slowly lowers the towel onto the cock and turns to leave. Would he grow bigger than Jake? She closes her eyes and visualizes how his cock would slowly grow. Too bad I can't touch it..., she thinks but as she opens her eyes again, she spots a pump bottle with massage oil, Or can I?

The brunette bites her lower lip as the temptation tugs at her. If I do it right, he might think it's part of the massage, she rationalizes, And if he wakes up I could just go with the flow and apologize, or jerk him off. Or turn around and bolt before he can see my face.

Taking a deep, quiet breath, Chloe faces him again and rolls the towel down, gradually revealing his limp cock. And even if Mom found out about it, it can't get any worse, can it? The brunette takes the bottle and pumps a good amount of the oil into her palm before reaching out and dripping the viscous liquid along his dark shaft.

With only a little bit of oil left, Chloe lubes up her fingers in her palm and places her fingertips on his dick. Tentatively, she spreads the slippery liquid along his shaft before wrapping her fingers around it. His cock feels warm and soft in her delicate hand. She lifts it off his crotch and strokes it. Slowly. A quick glance at his masked face. Another stroke.

Come on, big boy, she thinks encouragingly, Get up!

Chloe's slippery palm slides over his glans. A slight twitch. Another slow stroke. It grows, doesn't it? A shiver runs down her spine. She glances at his face and gives his shaft a gentle squeeze.

Suddenly, the man shifts. Chloe freezes. Her heart pounds in her chest. A few, tense seconds. Watching his face as his cock swells in her gentle grasp. He's still sleeping, isn't he?

The brunette waits a few more seconds before she moves her hands again. Up and down. Slowly sliding her delicate fingers along his warm shaft.

"Your first happy ending?"

Chloe freezes. His deep, scratchy voice sends a shiver down her spine. RUN! something screams in her head but instead, she replies with a quiet "Mhm..."

"You have to stroke a bit faster!"

Chloe swallows hard but grips the shaft a bit tighter and increases the pace. Her right breast jiggles with every stroke and her nipple stiffens as it rubs against the fluffy fabric of her robe.

"I didn't expected that to be part of the service!" the man says, casually putting his hands behind his head, revealing a ornated ankh tattoo on his inner forearm. "But I won't complain!"

Chloe's watches as the man's veiny cock swells in her grasp, growing thicker and harder with every second. He's definitely bigger than Jake! she thinks, her fingers no longer able to reach around his whole shaft.

She glances nervously at his face again, ready to bolt if he was about to pull the cucumber slices off his eyes. But he just lies there with a small smile playing on his lips. Chloe takes a deep breath and applies more oil on the tip of his dick before using her left hand to enclose his bulbous glans.

"Mmh...," the man groans as her soft palm rubs over the taut skin of his purple tip while the other hand is wrapped tightly around his curved shaft and strokes him in an increasing pace.

The longer Chloe pleases the man, the more she relaxes and finally allows herself to look him up and down. His muscled physique is impressive for someone of his age. Toned abs and arms with just a bit of middle-age paunch around the belly. He doesn't look bad, does he? Chloe thinks to herself, gently squeezing the shaft in her hands. If he only was twenty years younger...

The brunette visualizes a younger version of him bending her over the massage table and pushing his thick cock inside her from behind. The idea sends a shiver down her spine and her pussy twitches in anticipation. My gosh! He'd stretch me in all directions...

Click.

Chloe imagines his strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her naked butt against his crotch, burying every inch of his big cock inside her. Mmmh..., she relishes the thought, tightening her grip around his hard shaft and increasing the pace. And then he twitches ins—

A hand grabs her arm. Chloe gasps and her heart skips a beat. She clutches the thick cock.

"MMH!" the man moans. His slippery cock slides through Chloe's tight grip. Her fingers jolt over the corona of his glans. Until it slips out of her grip and hits his belly. Slap.

Chloe stumbles backwards, nearly losing her balance as she's pulled out of the room.

"What do you think you're doing?" the massage therapist hisses after she shut the door behind them. Her eyes are narrowed and her brows furrowed. "This is not a whorehouse!"

Chloe feels the heat spreading across her cheeks. "I... I'm sorry... I... didn't know—"

"I don't wanna hear it!" the therapist spits and points across the room, "The shower is this door!"

"Y-yes... ma'am...," the college girl replies in a low voice, her eyes lowered.

"And don't you dare to masturbate in my shower!"