A Happy Ending Massage
(Published on Friday, July 18, 2003)
This story was submitted by Toby.

I had no idea what to expect, but I decided that at the very least I could use a massage. So I decided to
find a massage parlour and if I was lucky, maybe one that did the "happy ending" massages.

I found a place that was in a very classy upscale part of town and booked an hour with a woman named Lynn. She didn't give too much away over the phone, but she had a very friendly sweet demeanor, and I was afraid to push it by asking questions, so I just figured I would get the massage, and be happy with it.

I went in and met Lynn. I was absolutely pleased when I saw her. She was very cute. Maybe in her late thirties, nice tight body, she was wearing a sundress that accented her smooth tan legs, and a pair of tan sandals that had most of her foot exposed except for a strap that went over the top of her foot, and two straps that cris-crossed her heels, to buckle above the ankles. Her toes were painted bright red, and she had silver toe rings both of her second toes.

I was happy to at the very least have a nice view for my massage. She walked me in to the room, and told me that she would be back in a few minutes and to get myself ready.

I undressed and lay on the table, choosing not to use the head rest as it would obstruct my view.

She returned, dimmed the lights and started to rub my back.

She made some small talk while she rubbed me down, and after a few minutes she told me that I might be more comfortable using the head rest. I assured her that I was fine, and was enjoying the view.
She giggled, and said, "I always get the foot guys!"

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure! Two of my regulars are foot lovers. One of them has me model my shoes for him. I have over a hundred pair, so I will bring a few in if I know he is coming." She told me.

I wasn't sure if she just meant that they liked to just look at her feet, or if she was actually hip to
the whole "foot love" thing.

"So, if I am not out of line by asking, what do you let them do when it comes to your feet?" I asked her.

"Oh, one likes to suck and fuck them, and the other just likes to jack off while I pose them for him," she very matter of factly told me.

Jackpot!

As she told me this, I could feel her slowly slipping her hands between my thighs. I rolled over to expose my now twitching cock.

"So what do I need to do to be able to suck your feet?" I asked.

"Well, the massage is fourty, and for another twenty, my feet are all yours!" She told me.

I got up and pulled another twenty out of the pocket of my pants, and she sat up on the massage table and started to unbuckle her shoes.

"Is it Ok if I do that?" I asked. I really wanted to get a little sucking action while her shoes were still on, and take them off at my own pace.

"Of course, sweetie. You just tell me what I can do," she said.

I knelt down and carressed her legs and brought her right foot up to my face.

I inspected her flawless feet, and carressed her heel and sides of her foot that were exposed from her
sandal. I leaned in and planted a kiss on the tips of her toes, and then my pace picked up to licks. I licked every part of her foot that wasn't covered by her sandal. When I felt that I could take it no more, I took her sandal off, and was amazed by how soft and creamy her sole was.

I buried my face in her sexy sole, and while licking every inch of her bare foot, I was caressing the one
that was still in the sandal.

I worked her feet for a good ten minutes, alternating between her bare foot, and her sandaled foot, sniffing and sucking each.

Her feet were perfect in every way. Not a flaw. Her toes were freshly painted, and her soles were the
perfect kind of soft. They were slightly salty, but not dirty at all. And they had a slight scent of
perfume. Altough no taste of perfume.

I could hardly take it anymore. I was sucking her feet like a mad man, and wanted to come in the worst way, so I asked if I could come on her feet.

"Go for it honey. If you want to do that you can, but I also swallow, so there is no mess." She said

"Oh my god, this woman is perfect!" I thought as I pulled my dick out, and offered it to her.

She pulled me into her hungry mouth and sucked like a pro. And while she was sucking me, she bent her knees up so she was in the "pose." She was working me into a frenzy. As I felt my balls tighten for the load that was coming, I pushed deep into her mouth and leaned to her bare sole and took her whole heel into my mouth.  I felt the first wave come, and my knees almost buckled on me. I sucked her heel like a mad man, and buried my nose in her toes while I let my load go.

I must have cum a gallon into her mouth, while inhaling her toes, and she just kept sucking and
swallowing.

I was ready to get my stuff together to go, when she told me that I still had a half hour left.

To be perfectly honest, it was so intense that I chose to lay back on the table and finish the massage for the remainder.

She told me about herself, and I found out that she was married to a guy who left her with nothing, and she met someone who told her how to make some easy money, and that is why she was there doing what she does.

After my hour was done, I paid up, and gave her an extra twenty, and promised her that I would be back soon.

That was last week, and I am going back tomorrow. The parlour has other women who work there, and the price is right, so I may see about having another one of the women join us this time.

I will continue this after tomorrow. Wish me luck!