THE HAND-JOB PARLOUR

She loved her job. She really did. But being a sales assistant wouldnt actually lead her anywhere,
now, would it. So she decided to transform her sitting room into services to those who needed them
afterhours.
Dim indirect lights, soft curtains, a massage bed, a trip to the lingerie shop was all she needed.
Together with a discreet ad in a specialized magazine.
The first client came that very evening, agreeing to pay what she had earned the whole day at her
job.
She opened the door; a bony short guy wearing thick glasses came in. In a black neglige, she
showed him to the massage bed, soft music playing in the background.
She had watched some videos on the internet to get a grip of the business. She did prepare for it,
you know. She offered strict hand-jobs, not body massages. It was faster and she could schedule as
many clients as possible.
As the guy lay down, she donned rubber gloves, for the appropriate non-personal contact, and some
aromatic oil.
Lowering his pants and underwear below his butt, she analysed the task ahead. The man sighed and
closed his eyes. She took his tiny floppy member in her hands, handling it gently. The man stiffened
at the same time, his tool reacted to her touch.
Pouring some oil on her gloved hand, she closed her fingers around him. She uncapped his glans,
revealing the reddish tip. She touched her index to the slit, hearing the timid guy gasp. Most men did

not know how sensitive the slit was. She massaged it lightly with her finger, he sighed, hardening
instantly.
Its good, isnt it? She said seductively.
She continued until his pre-cum came out in quantity. Her finger used it to caress under his now
rock-hard shaft, from base to tip and back, the provocation so effective, the guy started trembling.
Only then did she get down to real business. Closing her fingers around his hardness, she moved her
hand once. Twice. His breath quickened. She kept the rhythm until his shaft became so extended he
was almost going out of his skin. She increased the pressure of her fingers a little, hearing him gasp
once more. She increased the pace. The man started flexing his bottom muscles. She maintained her
movements, as his member begun to undulate.
I think Im gonna-Im gonna- He blurted panting, his contorted face tomato red, his hands digging
in the mattress.
In seconds, he jerked, spilling abundant content in the air, grunting low in his throat. He relaxed on
the bed, a satisfied half-smile on his face. A scent of semen spread in the air.
He paid and left. Not bad, she thought, as she cleaned the mess, changed the linens on the bed and
lit scented candles.

Her next client arrived right on time. A big bearded man in his forties. He came in swiftly,
approached the massage bed, took off jeans and underwear and lay down without prompting. When
she came near him. She almost startled. His huge rod was already hard, the enormous glans shinny.
I wanna see your breasts. He commanded.
Its more expensive. She declared.
Ill pay.
She freed her round breasts from the negligee, put on her rubber gloves and lathered them with
fragrant oil. As he stared at her breasts, she picked his hard rod, moving along it. He wouldnt need
any foreplay, no. He was practically there!
Squeeze the balls. He directed.
She grabbed his hairy balls with her other hand, thinking that she would ride him effortlessly, if she
had the opportunity. Moist lubricated her at the thought.
Caressing his balls deeply, her other hand moved up and down his hard mast, as it got even bigger.
Pre-cum shone on the tip.
His breath ragged. Suck my dick! He commanded, but knew it to be against the rules.
She only sped her conic movements as he lived his fantasy in his head.
Hm-hm, he grunted. Suck my dick. He repeated, but she did not heed it.
Hm-hm-hm He groaned.
He thrust his butt up; she sped further.

Suck my- ahhhhhhhhhh!!! He cried, his spunk spilling profuse in the air. He fell back totally spent.
She cleaned him with a towel, as his member flopped dead on his belly. When he could manage to
get up, he paid and left.
She realized that seeing those hard members got her aroused. Shed have to use her toys later.

The third client was a middle aged man. He sat on the bed, rather than lie on it.
I want to milk your breasts. He required
Its triple.
No problem.
He unzipped his pants and took out his soft thing. She held his tool, as his both hands held her round
globes, his mouth sucking them alternately. Very sensitive, her nipples pebbled. In her hand, his stick
hardened at once, revealing to be of surprising size.
Make it hard and fast. He directed.
He suckled on her breasts with abandon, making it difficult for her to concentrate. Her hands moved,
nevertheless, as he got harder and harder.
Oh-oh. He manifested in between suckling.
Her hand started going fast, lest his mouth became more daring together with her pleasure. His precum lathered his glans, he suckled more frenetically. His glans became redder as her hand massaged
up and down vigorously. It shone eagerly engorged.
Sitting, his lower body made fucking movements in her hand. He grunted and suckled her whole
breasts.
To intensify his pleasure, she stopped. He emitted a feeble protest. She looked at him naughty. She
rounded her forefinger and thumb around the base of his swollen shaft, squeezing once.
Hmmm. He grunted
She did it again, tighter.
Oh-oh-oh! His fucking movements faster.
She squeezed a third time, driving him mad. She resumed masturbating him, as he seemed to go out
of his mind, eating at her globes frenetically.
Her hand felt his cum going up his shaft; he trembled all over. Only then, his mouth left her nipples.
His spunk jetted up copious at the same time his head bent back in a rough sigh. The room filled with
semen smell afresh.
She had almost come with his suckling and his exploding spurt.

When a man in his seventies entered the room, her arm ached a little. He leaned on the massage
table and opened his trousers to reveal an already erect penis that bore a bluish colour. He had the
smell of an old man about him, but not unpleasant.

I have occasional erections. He explained in a faltering voice. But I did not want to waste my
money today; I took the blue pill, you see.
She prepared for the task, eyeing his droopy balls.
Stand behind me, caress my balls and all the length of me. He preferred.
Standing behind him, as hed required, she performed a lengthy hand-job and he ejaculated a scant
amount, but seemed very happy with that. Still, his dick continued bluish and erect.
I think Ill have to pay for the second round. He requested. Do you happen to have a clit
vibrator? He asked tentatively.
Yes, why? She devolved.
Id like it to vibrate my prostate. He answered with a hint of shame.
No, problem, but theres an extra cost. Money would not stop pouring in, she thought eager.
Fair enough. He agreed.
Sheathing the vibrator in a condom, she lathered it with oil and inserted it in his bent behind. She
put it on.
O-o-oh! His voice trembled, while his bluish mast seemed to elevate even more.
She folded behind his bent body. She caressed his droopy balls, as her fingers tunnelled all along his
bluish erection, the sound of the toy echoing in the room. His enthusiasm increased tenfold, his hips
jerking ahead and back keenly. Intensifying her movements, she did it again, and again. His orgasm
happened more energetic, his squirts longer. He panted, leaning on the bed, exhausted.
The bluish hardness stayed though.
You wouldnt let me penetrate you, would you?
I am afraid not.
I may use it on my wife, then. He said while he zipped up his hard bluishness.
She washed and cleaned everything.
Right now, she was so aroused by all the masts shed handled, she conjectured going and using her
vibrator in the bedroom. Her clitoris felt impossibly swollen, her knickers wet, her breasts sensitive.

The bell rang. The stocky bearded man had returned. So soon?
I want another one. He said, baring his hard as a rock dick.
Rubber gloves, scented oil.
Show your breasts. He demanded, like the first time.
She took off her negligee and stood in only a tiny lacy scrap of cloth.
She looked at his engorged mast, enormous and available, lying on the massage bed, ready and
tempting, its owners eyes shut.

No chance of resisting. Mounting on the bed, she tore her skimpy knickers, took his shaft and sat
delicious on it.
Ooohhh! She groaned.
He opened his eyes and gave a smug smile.
Her clitoris was so puffed; she felt it graze along his rod. She elevated and fell back on him, interring
him totally. Wobbling her bottom, she gyrated around his huge member, making her nub abrade on
his gross pubic hair. Oh, yeah! She moved round and round, as his immeasurable staff stretched her,
causing her clit to pop out even more.
Arching back, her twisting became mindless and downright irrational as he pinched her nipples. Her
orgasm erupted like a volcano from inside out and she screamed in abandon.
In that moment, he turned her over, covering her with his massive body, making her lie across the
bed, her head bending in the air.
She laced him with her legs, while he lunged inside her tearing everything on the way. Fiery pleasure
rebuilt.
He grabbed her breasts and ate on them hungry, his beard prickling them. His vigorous member
thrust mercilessly. Yet, he continued, ramming deeper and deeper, grunting on her breast like a
beast. He shoved more and more, another orgasm built in her. He moved faster and faster, blindly,
panting. She exploded for the second time in a long moan. He impaled her repeatedly with
desperation until she felt his thick abundant flow fill her completely.
All quieted for a while, before they regained their forces.
Disengaging from him, his cum trickled from her vagina on the floor. With a tissue, she squat and
begun wiping his discharge.
He squat behind her, his mast hard anew. He stuck it up her ready cunt, one hand kneading her
sensitive breasts, the other like a vice round her waist. Arching her bottom, she made more room for
his massive erection opening its way in her. This caused her clitoris to protrude eager under her. Her
right index went to massage it, his colossal rod thrust up and up. His movements quicker and
shorter, he impaled her further and further. Her fingers on her clit made it go to the brink as his
humongous tool screwed her. She exploded in an earthquake orgasm, nearly fainting from it.
He thrust once more and froze, his tremendous member undulating in her as he spilled in her with a
monstrous cry. He fell on the floor, taking his depressively floppy tool with him. His bucket of cum
dripped down her thighs.
This would make her salary look like pocket money!

Lisa Torquay July 2015