Confessions of an underaged massage therapist
Chapter one – My beginning
I don’t want to go into a lot of detail about my age, since it might cause problems if the wrong person reads this and connects this writing back to me. I have enough problems without that.
Suffice to say, I am just passed high school age, but not a 21-year-old. In the state I live in you must be 21 to be a masseuse and have a license. A LICENSE! How dumb is that? You need government approval to be in a room with a naked stranger, and rub on them? Where is the logic and sense in that? Anyway, that is not the reason I decided to document my “career” as a masseuse. I wanted to write down what my life is like while being a massage therapist. I prefer calling myself a masseuse, but most people can’t even spell that word or might not even know the meaning. But massage therapist is simpler to understand. Masseuse does look better on a resume’ but I haven’t needed one of those since I have given up on getting a real career.
I got kicked out of the house by my mom. She said once I was done with high school I had to move out, and she meant it. She said I was hanging around too much and put a damper on the men that she would bring to the house. Dad has been gone for years and we don’t know if he is alive or dead. She dates men she meets in a bar or shopping and brings them home. If I am there it causes problems. I don’t know if my mom charges men to come home with her, like a whore, or just hints around that she needs help with the rent money. Or maybe she is just a horny woman. At least I didn’t get that trait from a stranger. I am constantly horny and revved up. That is how I got into this massage business.
When I got kicked out, a friend said I could stay with her for a while. She knew someone who had a Massage Salon and needed another masseuse. I did not know what a masseuse was, at that time, but if it paid, I would take it. My friend took me over there, and I got interviewed.
The lady who ran the place was middle aged and Asian. Her American name was Mona. I learned later that most of the Massage Salons are run by Asians since they normally have a steady supply of girls coming from overseas, who need work. Covid and other restrictions have left Mona shorthanded. I went to the shop and Mona led me back to a small office to talk. She said I was very pretty and had a nice figure. She said the men would like me. But I had to understand that there were rules to follow. She told me that she would arrange for me to get the license so I could be a therapist, but the cost would come out of my pay.
She asked me if I had any experience. I told her no. Mona had some videos I could watch in this office to learn what to do. She told me that most men expected a happy ending. I did not know what that was, so she explained it. She said that when the massage time period had 10-15 minutes left, I would start to play with the customer’s genitals. If he indicated I should go on, I would lube up his dick and jack him off. I was astonished. I did not know that is what happened in massage parlors. Mona asked if I was still interested in the job. I told her yes. I needed the money and was intrigued by the “job”.
Mona popped a video in the player, and I watched women give various massage types. Swedish, Deep tissue, and other names that I can’t pronounce. They all seemed the same to me. They all started with the customer lying face down on a table, and he, or she, may or may not be completely naked. You start with the shoulders and work your way down. When time is getting close to the 15 minute mark you ask if he is ready to turn over. Usually they say yes, and you start on his front. This is where the interesting part begins. You have to figure out, discreetly, if he is interested in a happy ending or not. If not, and you started wanking him off, you could get arrested. If he says OK, then you can keep going. I did not like the idea of getting arrested, but Mona told me later that the big tips come from the guys who want it. And most of my money would come from those tips. So, I had to take the risk and size up the customer before doing anything illegal. I was told that I could earn a hundred bucks or more a day from tips if I built up a clientele that wanted my special services. I just smiled about that. I did not admit to Mona, but I am a self-professed cum whore. I love to make men shoot their load. This job sounded better all the time.
I began my new career the next day. It started out slowly. Most customers don’t come in until noon or later. But we opened the shop at 10am just in case there was some early business. I sat there with no walk-in customers until late in the afternoon, so I watched more videos to learn more about techniques. Mona had her regular customers, and I would get the walk-ins. I didn’t have a uniform, and we were just supposed to wear something comfortable but sexy. I wore running shorts and a tank top. I never wear a bra, so my nipples are always prominently displayed. Most men like that.
My first customer was probably a construction worker. He came in wearing work clothes and wasn’t real clean. We have showers available, and I was supposed to ask if they wanted one before we started. He said OK, if I would join him. He was smiling when he said that, and I told him I would, but it was not allowed. He was disappointed but took one anyway. I handed him a towel and said to go to room 3 when he was done. I met him in the room. He was face down on the table, naked, and said he was ready. I lowered the lights and put on some soothing music. I covered his butt with a towel to be proper, and dabbled massage oil on his shoulders. I crawled on his back and straddled his hips as I worked the muscles of his shoulders. I bent over to his head and whispered that he smelled nice, to encourage him to take a shower the next time he came in. I told him I could tell he was in great shape by his muscles. He said thanks.
I worked my way down his back and rubbed his muscles deeply. I kept moving down his torso, then got off to work on his legs. I started at his feet and worked my way up to his upper thighs. This is where it got to the good part. I would casually touch his ball sack when I was reaching around to massage his upper thigh. He would jump slightly, as I bumped them, so I took that as a good sign that he would want more. I worked on the other leg and did the same thing. When I got up to his upper thigh, he raised himself up a bit, indicating that my fingers were welcome to travel further. I touched ball sack again a few times and saw the tip of his penis sticking downward, and getting swollen. I reached under him and pulled his dick out so I could hold and stroke it. He started moaning and telling me how good my touch was. I thanked him and asked if he was ready to turn over. He said “Yes!”
He flipped over and his erection nearly popped me in the face. It was beautifully shaped and engorged. His cock was pulsing and was soon standing at full attention. I stared at it, then at him, and smiled. I said, “well now, it looks like someone needs some special attention”. He said “yes!”.
I didn’t touch his penis immediately. I wanted him to be a bit concerned that I did not know what he wanted, plus it was fun to tease him a bit. I rubbed his firm belly, and traced my fingers past his crotch, to his upper thigh, and began more muscle massage. Then, I bent over to grab more oil, when his hand started rubbing up and down my bare thigh. I guess two can play the thigh game. I liked his touch and let him do what he wanted. I oiled up my hands and gently latched on to his erection. I used a soothing voice to tell him that I could tell he was stressed and needed some relief. He said “yes”. I slowly stroked from his balls up to the velvety head of his cock, thoroughly coating it with massage oil.
His hand was busy snaking its way up my thigh and under my shorts. I felt him sneaking past the edge of my panties, and he squeezed my bare butt cheek. I looked down at him and smiled, and said he had nice hands, and a nice cock. I used both hands to stroke him. I was in no hurry and wanted him to get full benefit of my service. I felt his fingers inching into the folds of my cooch and I was getting wet from his touch and from staring at his lovely prick, which was just inches from my face. The more I stroked him the firmer he grasped my ass until he unexpectedly blew his load. He gasped as he shot cum straight up and on to his belly, then had second and third pulses that landed on my hand and arm. “Wow, you have been saving up for me, haven’t you, sweetie?”, I cooed. “Oh gawd, I needed that”, he said when he was done. “I could tell!”. I leaned over and kissed him and whispered, “I love your cock”. He smiled and thanked me for a wonderful experience. He told me as I walked him out, that he’d never been to a massage place before. I told him I hadn’t either, and smiled. “Please call me when you are ready for another massage”, and I gave him my cell number. He gave me a good tip and promised to call. It was a nice way to start a new career.
Chapter two – On the job training
Another day, early in my career as a massage therapist, a customer I remember well, was a tall, black dude, who was very hesitant to have me as his masseuse. He wanted an Asian chick. He said they knew how to take care of him. I told him I would try to meet his needs, and for him to get ready. I gave him a moment to strip down, and I went into the room. He was sitting on the table, naked of course, and wanted to talk. He said his name was Derrick and he wanted me to just wank him off. I put my hands on his thighs, right between his semi-stiff dick, and told him it was illegal to do that. He said the Asian chicks do it all the time. I looked in his eyes, and said, “for you, I will make an exception”. He smiled and laid on his back and his heavy dick flopped over to one side.
“Do you have any muscles that need attention, baby?” “No, just the one between my legs”. With that, I got the oil, and warmed some in my palms. I grabbed his shaft and coated it until it was shiny and slick. “Is this the kind of treatment you wanted, baby?” “Oh, yeah, give me a good one”. I wrapped my hands around him and told him what a lovely dick he had. I stared at Derrick’s dick and told him, “I want to make it feel really good.” “You are doing it, yeah, oh yeah”.
I used one hand to stroke him and one to rub his belly, so his stimulation was more enhanced. He looked at me and said, “why don’t you get outa those clothes and crawl up on me”. I paused, and thought, why not, he paid for a full massage and is only getting the happy ending part. “Give me a second”. I wiped my hands of oil and locked the door. I pulled off my tank top and shorts. Then I went for the full effect and took off my panties too. “Is this how the Asian girls do you, baby?” “Oh, hell, yeah”.
I crawled up on the table and straddled his waist, facing away from Derrick. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it on my clit. It felt glorious. I hunched up and down on it as I held it against me. I could feel the pulsing heat coming from his erection as it rubbed against my cunt. I wanted it inside me in the worst way, but knew I could not go that far from someone who just walked in. I was already way past the limits of what I was supposed to do.
But no one would know if I used his dick to get myself off. So, I continued to rub his shaft against my clit. I could feel his skin against my nub, polishing it as I moved my hips up and down. In no time at all, I had a crushing orgasm. I nearly collapsed from my perch on his belly, before I remembered why he was there. I continued stroking him and soon he began making noises like he was gonna blow his wad. I told him to “cum for me, baby. Give me your cum. Shoot for me”. And he did. He blasted several ropes of cum that splashed all over my belly. I kept stroking him until all his sperm had been released from his balls. I played with his spunk and licked some off my fingers. I did not mean to do that, but it was a natural thing for me to do. I swung my leg off him without ever losing my grasp of his shaft. I looked at him and said, “feel better, baby?” “Fuck yea”, he said. I gave him my cell number and told him to call me as soon as he had saved up another load of cum for me.
So far, this is an awesome job for me.
I had some walk-ins who either did not want a happy ending, or were too shy to indicate it, so I gave most of my massages without any hanky panky. And that was no fun. Not only did I not get much of a tip, but it was boring too. But there were no bad customers my first month. Bad, as in they smelled bad, or were hairy, or were rude. Most were quiet and reserved. And most had never been there before. Regardless of how they were, I always acted like they were the highlight of my day, and I wanted them to call me when they felt stressed. I would help out. Some may have gotten that message, and some were too introverted to understand. I had given my phone number out to dozens of customers by this time and was now starting to get calls for appointments. I thought that this was a pretty easy way to make a living. Having repeat customers was my goal, and I had to please them for that to happen. So far, so good.
There was one guy who I remember as a favorite. His name was Rob, and he was tall, slim and handsome. He was older than most, and a clean, white collar type guy too, which is always a bonus. He was married, but apparently didn’t get much action from his wife. He liked my massage technique and what I did to give him a happy ending. He was from out of town so he would text me when he planned to be in town. Rob would always make an appointment to make sure that I was available. We soon developed a pattern, where he would sit on the table, naked, and wait for me to walk in. He would hold me in his arms and pull me close between his spread-out thighs. His erect prick was poking up between his belly and my chest. We would kiss, and he would tell me how much he looked forward to this. He would grab my ass and play with me a few moments, then lay on his chest for his massage.
I learned quickly that he liked his ass played with, so when I got to his thighs, I would work my fingers in the crack of his ass with some oil and delicately massage the opening to his butt. He would raise his ass up for more, but I did not penetrate him. I would stroke his cock while he was in this position, and he’d moan and wiggle around. When I asked him to turn over, he was always eager to. I would begin to stroke his shaft and he’d grab my ass with the hand that was on my side of the table. He’d increase the grip on my ass as he got closer to climax, and then he’d blow his wad. Since he was older, it didn’t shoot out of his dick, it just boiled out all over my hand. I liked that, since I didn’t have to worry about a mess. Rob was easy to clean up after, and he gave me excellent tips. I made sure that when he wanted an appointment, I would be there, eager to see him.
Chapter 3 – Getting deeper into my work.
I had women customers, on rare occasions. Most were older, overweight and unattractive. They were no fun to massage. And I never wanted to give those types a happy ending. The idea repulsed me. But one time, a petite lady who came in for a massage, was extra friendly to me. She told me how pretty I was and that she liked that I could speak English. She did not want an Asian girl since most spoke only broken English. She did not like the difficulty in communicating with them.
She got undressed, and lay face down on the table, as I came into the room. This lady was chatty and spoke constantly while face down. I worked her shoulders, then her back and hips, as a normal part of my massage. She raised up, leaning on her elbows, hesitated, then asked if it would be OK for her to get a little extra attention from me? She smiled and I knew what she needed. I smiled back and told her to turn over. She had nice breasts and large nipples, so I began massaging them. She cooed softly, and touched my hair as I bent over and suckled her. I had a nipple in my mouth as my hand traced a line down to her cunt. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. My fingers explored further and found her wet, sloppy pussy, dripping in anticipation. I circled her clit with the tip of my middle finger, and she groaned in pleasure. “yes, yes, oh gawd, right there”, she mumbled.
Some women want to be fingered, while others just want their clit massaged. This lady wanted to be penetrated, so she pushed my finger inside her slit. I stood up and moved down to where I could get a better angle to her crotch. She spread her legs apart and raised up her hips slightly to add to my access. I inserted a couple of fingers inside her twat and used my other hand to continue massaging her clit. Her breathing sped up and her moans were getting louder. She mumbled “more fingers, please” so I eased four into her, and rubbed my thumb against her clit. Moments later she erupted in a powerful climax and squirted out juice all over my hand. I slowed down my assault on her cunt and eased my hand from her hole. I looked at her and she said “Oh goodness, that was perfect. Oh, my….” She has since become one of my regulars.
My client, Rob, mentioned previously, was getting more adept at communicating what he really wanted as we became more familiar with each other. I would always do what he asked, and he started to feel more comfortable in asking.
He would be on his belly as I worked his thighs and hips and played a bit with his asshole. The usual stuff. And he would raise up a bit on his knees, and sort of coax me into inserting a finger in his ass. I would do that, and then stroke his dick with my other hand, pulling it downward. “Oh yea, milk me Sweetie, milk that dick”. He loved it when I did that. When it was time to flip over, I would jack him off. But the next time he wanted me to do more. He asked me to fist him. I was surprised. I did not think my hand would fit up his ass, and then what he made a mess? I told him my concerns. He said he would make it worth my while and laid on his back. I lubed up my hand and put an extra towel under his butt. Then I started working my fingers into his ass.
He was tight back there. He pulled his ass cheeks apart to help with my access. I stroked him with one hand and began slowly penetrating him with my other. I had three fingers in him and looked at him to make sure he wanted more. He shook his head yes. I would pull out, then head back in to allow his rectum to accept my hand. I kept on pushing more of my hand inside him and his muscles began to relax. It was as if a signal had gone to his ass to loosen up. My full hand then easily slipped in. I was up to my wrist in Rob’s ass and he was squirming in delight. I began stroking my hand in and out of his butt and timed it with my stokes to his dick. In no time he climaxed and shot a load of cum out and onto his belly. I had not seen him cum so hard before. I guess having a fist up your ass will do that. We cleaned up and he thanked me profusely. And naturally was very generous with his tip.
Men have wanted to date me who I met in the massage parlor. But my boss told me it was best not to. They were probably just trying to get a free massage from me, she thought. I agreed, and never went out with anyone. My nights were a bit lonely from that, and I was tempted from time to time.
I would be very horny some days and needed my own relief, just like my customers needed theirs. I had a few men who were regulars, who I knew were married, who I felt were “clean”. The first time I remember doing this was very special. I had done the usual massage for the man. It was time for him to turn over. As he was changing position, I quickly stripped down to nothing, and climb on the table. I put my hands on his chest and said, “is it OK to fuck you?” He was puzzled, but then hesitantly said OK. I aimed his bare cock at my cooch and squatted down on top of it. I eased it into my pussy and then paused to look in his face. He was shocked and elated about what I had just done. He told me he had not been bareback in a woman, other than his wife in years. He said it felt incredible.
I squatted on him, then slowly rose up, then down on his prick. It felt wonderful to me too. It had been too long since I had been fucked and this was lovely. I buried him in my snatch and sat there, savoring the sensation. I worked him in and out of me, until my legs began to tire, so I worked my clit until I came close to an orgasm. Then I feverishly hunched his dick until he and I both climaxed. It was incredible. I sat there letting my leg muscles recover for a moment, as I felt his cock still throbbing with aftershocks from his orgasm.
His cum and my cunt juices were oozing out of my slit and draining down onto his crotch. I carefully climbed off and found a wet hand towel to clean him up with. Even though he had not asked for or expected a bareback fuck, he gave me double his usual tip. That was very nice of him. Since then, he and I have done it like that every time. It is nice to have someone I can use like that when I need to take care of my own needs. If Mona, the manager of this shop, knew I was fucking customers, she probably would be aghast. Or, at least afraid that word would get out and we would be raided. But I was very ***********ive. The men I was fucking were as much at risk as me, so I felt it was safe, and fun.
So, there you have it. My story of being a massage therapist. These examples are just some of the stories that I recall from my short career, so far, in this type of work. I don’t consider myself a whore, or even a sex worker. I am a stress reliever. I think that is the best way to describe what I do.
And I look forward to each day, seeing a new man, or woman, who needs some intimate touching and relief. We all have our own way of dealing with stress. An intimate massage is just one way, and I love doing it.
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