Fucking Jesus

After an early morning yoga practice I decided to check out the local massage parlor. I can usually get a good massage or a good fuck, but not both at the same time. So what will it be today? I pull up into the parking lot. The spaces are marked,”patients only”. There is really nice Lexus SUV in the lot. I wonder if it is another customer. I go to the door. I push it opens. A bell rings. I step inside. I used to go to this place before, but under a different owner. The new owner changed the name, phone number, and installed an ATM in the lobby. Cash only at this establishment. I doubt that much revenue is reported to the local tax agencies. A short, middle age woman who is, around 40, comes out of the room which, I think is the employee room. On my previous visits I saw that the room has a couple of beds a tv, and a small kitchen nook. This woman is wearing grey colored tights and a tight white shirt. Her nipples were sticking out. She has very nice hair. She looks like someone’s mom who is attending a church event. She will probably give a pretty good massage. She is not wearing a cute robe to show off her legs. I say, “I would like a massage.” She says, “come with me. How long would you like? I say, “ one hour please.” She says, “take off and lay face down.” I give her the money. She leaves the room. I hear her going to the bathroom across the hallway. She comes back and knocks on the door. “Are they you ready?” I answer, “yes”. My head is in the little hole in the table. I had put the large towel over my buttocks. She picks it up and checks me out before placing the towel over my back. She gently dry rubs my back. She then folds the towel down to my but. She applies oil on my back with her hands. Then she uses her arms to spread the oil completely. I hear her breathing a bit harder than what is normal. I hope she is ok. She climbs up on the table. Her legs are spread so her crotch is being massaged by my head with each low rub she makes down my back. She bends over so her arms are rubbing my back and butt. She is breathing hard. I think she must be trying to to be turned on or she is trying not make me turned on by her breathing. What she was doing was not really doing anything for me, but it was an ok massage. She gets off the table. She massages my arms by stretching them,and holding each one on her body, just below her breasts. I am not sure what that is about. Her massage is starting to be odd. She keeps asking if it is alright. She is checking very often if everything thing is alright. Then she pulls both my arms above my head, and places my hands on her back. She asks, “Is this ok?” I say, “yes.” I move my hands down her back to her butt. It is nicely shaped butt because it is firm to touch. I massage her butt as she massages my back. She then pulls away. I sit up and look at her. She asks, “what do you want.” I reply. “I want to make you cum.” She smiles and asks again. I stand up. I say again, “ I want to make you cum.” My hard dick is sticking out. She smiles and she pulls off her pants. I reach over to the antiseptic spray and spray my hands. She asks me “how much will you tip me? I look at her, and say, “I will make you cum, and then I want to fuck you. I will give you two.” She nods her head, and indicates I need to pay first. I get the money from my pants pocket. I give her the money. She has her under wear off and she places the money in her cute pink robe that is hanging on the hook in the room. She moves quickly to the table, she sits down and lays back and opens her legs to me. I see a tattoo around her waist. It looks like a belt. Or one of those lace strips around. It is something to cover up a scar. Maybe she had a baby with c section. Her belly looks a bit like a mommy body. Her public hair is brown and thin. She is smiling at me. She pulls her shirt up so her breasts are exposed. Nice looking tits. I lean forward over her and circle my tongue around her nipples. A little flick with my tongue over the nipple and then back to a circular motion. I stand up and reach for the oil on the table. I put some oil on my finger. I reach my hand down to her vagina. I place my middle finger over her slit. I don’t think she needs any oil. She is dripping wet. I lean forward and kiss the other breast. First my sole middle finger moves back and forth. Then I insert two fingers, and each up to that soft tissue. The door bell rings. Someone has come for a massage. I stand up. She says, just a minute. She stands up and puts on that cute pink robe. She opens the door and goes to meet her new customer. I hear an older sounding man ask for a massage. She brings him to the room next to where I am. Is she going to have him wait until she is finished with me. Do I really want to fuck her with a guy in the next room listening to our fucking. I hear her say. “You can wait today for 20 minutes. I am busy right now. Tomorrow I have two young girls from New York coming. You can come and have fun.” I don’t hear his response. I hear a door close, maybe the bathroom door, then I hear the door chime again. Either someone else came to service the guy or he left. While she is out of the room, I see that she left her phone. I touch it and it lights up. There is a picture of Jesus on the lock screen. There is some Chinese characters. I know some characters, but the writing was in a square block. Probably something to make it look modern. Definitely she wants to portray that she is a firm believer in Jesus. Maybe she thought I look like Jesus , and that is why she was turned on by me. She comes back into the room. I ask her, “Is he waiting here? She says, “he left”. I ask her, “do you own this place? “ She says, “my sister owns it. I am here only today. Two girls come from New York tomorrow. I live south of here. Would you come south, or is it too far? “ I reply, “I have been there. There are a lot of massage parlors there.” She smiles, and takes off her robe. She lays back on the table for the second time in just a short while. I lean over her, and kiss her breast with just a bit of teeth. Just a little. My hand and palm goes down between her open legs. I put pressure with my palm while two of my fingers enter her. I can feel her move. Her loud breathing of earlier becomes more quiet. I look at her face. Her eyes are closed. She is concentrating on the movement of my hand and the effect it has on her. Perhaps, she is imagining being fucked by Jesus. She almost looks like she is praying. Well I hope my Jesus hand is doing the job. She shakes and laughs. She has just cummed. She was obviously ticklish. That was fast. My dick had become a bit soft in my endeavor to make her cum. She reaches down and grabs it. It becomes hard enough to for the condom. I open the package and take the condom out. I try to roll it on, but it does not roll. I turn it around and it doesn’t roll on. What is wrong with this. I turn it around it and it starts to roll on. My penis is a bit hard, but it is holding the condom. She pulls me forward. I slide into her. My penis gets harder. I slowly grind her with my whole body. Her breathing is short. She turns her head to the side. She is pretty. She has a nice smell. Both of these increase my desire to finish in her. Being able to cum is more than a physical response. It requires an emotional response. Her looks, her smell, her breathing, all of these things are a stimulus for my erection. All of a sudden, I feel the throbbing. I thrust, and I feel my sperm escape. My penis gets a bit soft. She moves her body underneath me. She is trying to extend her pleasure just a few more seconds, but I afraid that it will come off, so I slide out of her. She looks at me. I smile, and say, “It is over.” I reach for the paper towels. She takes the paper towel, and pulls the condom off As we are getting dressed, I ask her where she will be next. She says, “let me call you, and you will have my number.”