**”Full Relaxation Treatment”**

I’d been going to the same spa for months—one of those high-end male relaxation centers where the massages walked the line between therapeutic and *very* hands-on. Natalie was my regular therapist. Tall, curvy, with dark hair always tied up in a loose bun, and hands that could work the tension out of my shoulders like fucking magic. But today, the way she looked at me when I walked in—hooded eyes, a slow bite of her lower lip—told me this session was about to go way beyond just a deep tissue rubdown.

She led me to the private room, dimly lit, the scent of warm oil already heavy in the air. “You’ve been so tense lately,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down my back as I stripped down to nothing. I lay face down on the table, hard already just from the way her voice curled around me.

Her hands started slow, kneading my shoulders, my lower back, her thumbs pressing deep into the muscles. But then her touch drifted lower, fingertips skimming the curve of my ass. A soft, deliberate stroke between my cheeks made me suck in a breath. “You like that?” she whispered, her voice dripping with teasing promise.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned into the table.

Her fingers slid lower, tracing circles near my hole, just teasing at first. I spread my legs instinctively, and she let out a quiet laugh. “Good boy.” The sound of her uncapping a bottle of oil made my pulse jump. Then one slick finger pressed against me, slow but insistent.

I buried my face in the table as she worked it inside, my cock throbbing against the padded surface beneath me. “So tight,” she murmured, curling her finger just right. I hissed, hips pushing back, wanting more. She added a second finger, stretching me open with slow, filthy strokes. The burn was delicious, the pressure unreal.

“Turn over,” she ordered, and I obeyed instantly. My dick stood straight up, glistening with pre-cum, and Natalie’s eyes darkened as she licked her lips. She climbed onto the table, straddling my thighs, her tight black dress riding up to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already glistening, her folds swollen and pink.

But she wasn’t going to let me fuck her yet.

She reached behind her, grabbing the bottle of oil again. Then she guided my cock between her thighs, the hot, wet press of her pussy lips against me maddening. “Want me to ride you like this first?” she purred, grinding against my shaft, coating me in her slick. “Or do you want me to slide that thick cock of yours somewhere tighter?”

I could barely speak, just nodded, gripping her hips. “Your ass. Fuck, please.”

She smirked, lifting up just enough to guide my tip against her tight little hole. The pressure was insane, her body resisting just enough to make me groan. “Relax,” she breathed, sinking down inch by inch, her cunt dripping onto my balls as she took me.

The heat, the unbearable tightness—I saw stars. She moaned, throwing her head back, her nails digging into my chest as she bottomed out. “God, you stretch me so good,” she whimpered, rocking her hips in tiny circles.

Then she started to ride me in earnest, bouncing hard, her ass clenching around my cock with every downward stroke. The slap of skin, her choked-off moans, the way her body trembled—I couldn’t last. I gripped her waist, fucking up into her, hitting deep.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” I barely got the words out before my cock pulsed inside her, spilling hot and thick. She kept riding me through it, milking every last drop until I was twitching and oversensitive beneath her.

Collapsing against my chest, she kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine. “Best deep tissue treatment ever?” she teased, grinding her soaked pussy against my stomach.

“Fuck yeah,” I gasped, already half-hard again. “Now let me return the favor.”