A naked hunk face down on the table

You couldn't see a face, but fuck, what a body! You crept into the room and got a better look at the speciman on the table. His hair was short, though looked slightly styled like he worked in real estate. You'd have to see the front to confirm. He had broad shoulders, glistening with oil. They looked heaped with muscle and you wanted to make him flex. His back narrowed as it got lower, making for a trim waist. He was probably a swimmer, explaining why his bronzed skin looked like it was devoid of any hair. Despite his small waist, the towel beneath suddenly ballooned out to cover a big-

"Tha-"

You turned quickly to see three women at the door. One was the receptionist, one was a younger woman holding a bottle of oil and one was an older woman dressed much more professionally. The receptionist and older woman looked ropeable while the younger woman was startled. However, just as soon as they saw you, their expressions softened, before leaving. The younger woman even placed the oil on the floor before shutting the door behind her. This must be what they mean when people ignore you when you're in those situations. But you haven't started yet? As if to answer your question, your unnoticed boner twitches in confinement. You realise how horny you've become just standing here, admiring your naked Adonis. You wish you had immediately pounced on him, those women walking in on you two mid-rut-

"Woah, who are you?"

For a second time, you turn quickly. You make sure to cover your erection though. The nude client was looking up at you, his towel still covering his junk. His hair confirmed some important job, while his face was screwed up in confusion. He was still sexy though, definitely a man who attracted woman by a simple smoulder.

"Sorry, uhh," fuck, more excuses, "your massage therapist had a family emergency, so I'll be taking over."

"Damn," he chuckles, loosening up slightly, "she leaves for oil and comes back a man."

Oh, that's why she left oil at the door. Damn, that's why she left at all. What person would leave someone this sexy unattended? You grabbed the oil as he settled back down, sadly obscuring his perfect face. Slicking your hands (what the fuck do they do?), you start massaging into his back, trying your best to give a good massage. Your ex always complimented your skills. You always pounded him after though, so who knows.

You slowly kneaded his skin like dough. You weren't sure what to look out for. Was that a knot? Was it just his shoulder blade? Was it pure muscle? You didn't know, that's why you only serve drinks at a mediocre bar. You admired how his muscles moved and contracted under your fingers, rippling from each movement. The more you rubbed and touched him, the more excited you got. You began moving your hands down, occasionally applying more oil. The man was silent, not alerting you to anything. That was good enough for you to keep guiding your hands lower. The more you rubbed him, the slicker he got. His entire back began to shine with oil, the lights dancing off his skin. Your cock throbbed as you lost yourself in the touching of this sexy man. You were brought back by the rub of the towel against your hand. You had reached his ass. You stopped for a moment, wondering your next move.

"You can go ahead if you want." he said nonchalantly.

"...what?" you ask, not believing your luck.

"I sit all day, so you can ignore the towel and do my entire backside if you think that's better." he explained.

Oh, right. You may not have fully tested your power yet, but you felt silly for thinking he'd immediately offer his ass up to you. Though he did say "do his entire backside". You planned on doing just that. Removing his towel, you admired his round butt. The thing somehow seemed like it was pure muscle and pillowy flesh. You nearly spread the cheeks, but decided to hold off. You wanted to complete the fantasy. Taking the oil, you slicked your hands before massaging his calves. Like the rest of his body, they were pure muscle. They felt like firm pieces of steak in your hands. You edged yourself upward, grabbing his hamstrings. The upper legs were large and could probably grip your head like an anaconda. You massaged his legs till they shone like his back. All that was left was that big, fat ass.

You took a massive dollop of oil and began pressing on his cheeks. You kneaded the big mounds and watched as they jiggled when you released them. You were tempted to slap them but you were a pretend professional for the moment and focused on completing your job. Unlike the rest of the massage, the man actually groaned in appreciation as you massaged his buttocks. The noise nearly made your leaky cock cream your shorts. His groan was enough to break your will. Holding both cheeks, you spread them open to reveal his hole. Oh, what a sight it was. The crevice between his lumps was spotless from any hair, leaving his untouched hole alone and ****. You squirted more oils and massaged close to the target, allowing it to run into his crack. Each stroke spread them apart to reveal his little hole. Your hands edged closer and closer to the increadingly slick hole. You knew exactly what you wanted to do.