The Silk Temptation [M27][F45][Massage][BJ][Seduced]

The neon sign outside the massage parlor glowed a sultry red, its promise of “Relaxation” laced with an unspoken allure. Ethan stepped inside, the chime of a bell greeting him as the scent of jasmine and sandalwood enveloped his senses. His week had been brutal—endless deadlines, sleepless nights—and he craved release, though he told himself it was just a massage he sought. The dimly lit reception area was warm, intimate, with silk drapes cascading from the ceiling and the faint hum of ambient music pulsing like a heartbeat.

A petite woman emerged from behind a beaded curtain, her presence commanding despite her delicate frame. Mei, as her name tag read, was a vision of understated sensuality. Her almond eyes sparkled with mischief, her glossy black hair pulled into a loose bun that exposed the slender curve of her neck. Her tight, black uniform clung to her lithe body, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, hinting at the smooth, porcelain skin beneath. She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that made Ethan’s pulse quicken.

“Welcome,” she purred, her voice a soft melody with a hint of an accent. “You look tense. Let Mei take care of you.” Her words were innocent enough, but the way her eyes lingered on his broad shoulders, trailing down to his hips, felt like a caress. Ethan swallowed, nodding, his throat suddenly dry as she led him down a narrow hallway to a private room.

The room was a cocoon of warmth, lit by flickering candles, with a padded massage table draped in silk sheets. Mei gestured for him to undress, her gaze never leaving his as she handed him a thin towel. “Everything off,” she said, her tone teasing, “unless you’re shy.” Ethan chuckled nervously, turning away to strip, his hands fumbling with his belt. He draped the towel over his hips, lying face-down on the table, willing his body to stay calm. Just a massage, he repeated, though the air already felt charged, heavy with possibility.

Mei’s hands were warm and slick with oil as she began, her fingers gliding over his shoulders with a practiced ease that melted the tension in his muscles. She worked slowly, deliberately, her touch firm yet featherlight, coaxing sighs from his lips. “You carry so much stress,” she murmured, her voice low, intimate, as if sharing a secret. “Let me make you feel good.” Her fingers trailed lower, kneading the small of his back, dangerously close to the towel’s edge. Ethan’s breath hitched, a faint stirring in his groin that he fought to ignore.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Your body is so strong,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “I bet it feels even better when you let go.” Her hands slid to his thighs, her thumbs grazing the sensitive skin just below the towel, and Ethan tensed, his cock twitching involuntarily. He clenched his jaw, desperate to stay composed, but Mei’s touch was relentless, her fingers dancing closer to his inner thighs, teasing the line between professional and forbidden.

“Relax,” she cooed, her voice a velvet lure. “You’re fighting so hard, but your body wants to surrender.” She shifted, her hands now working his calves, but her body hovered closer, the faint brush of her breasts against his back sending a jolt through him. Ethan’s cock hardened, pressing against the table, and he shifted, trying to hide it, his face flushing with a mix of shame and desire. Mei noticed, her soft laugh like a siren’s call. “Oh, someone’s waking up,” she teased, her fingers sliding up his thighs again, stopping just short of his balls.

Ethan groaned, the sound escaping before he could stop it. “Mei, I—” he started, but she shushed him, her hands now massaging his hips, her thumbs circling dangerously close to his groin. “Don’t fight it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “I can feel how much you want this. Your body’s begging for me.” Her fingers brushed the edge of his cock, a fleeting touch that made him buck slightly, his erection now painfully obvious beneath the towel.

She moved to his side, her hands gliding over his back again, but her touch was different now—slower, more deliberate, each stroke a tease that stoked the fire in his core. “Turn over,” she said, her voice a command wrapped in silk. Ethan hesitated, his cock throbbing, knowing the towel would do little to hide his arousal. But Mei’s eyes locked on his, dark and hungry, and he obeyed, rolling onto his back, the towel tenting obscenely.

Mei’s lips parted, a soft hum of approval as she took in the sight. “Look at you,” she murmured, her hands trailing down his chest, her nails grazing his nipples, sending sparks straight to his cock. “So hard for me already.” She straddled the table, her thighs brushing his, the heat of her body radiating through her uniform. Her fingers danced over his abdomen, teasing the towel’s edge, and Ethan’s breath came in shallow gasps, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his need.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice a sultry challenge, her fingers slipping beneath the towel, grazing the base of his cock. Ethan shook his head, unable to speak, his entire body screaming for her touch. Mei smiled, wicked and triumphant, and tugged the towel away, exposing his erection. His cock stood proud, thick and pulsing, the tip glistening with precum. “Mmm, so eager,” she purred, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking lightly, just enough to make him groan.

Her touch was torture, slow and deliberate, her thumb circling the head of his cock, spreading his precum with maddening precision. “You’ve been holding back for so long,” she whispered, leaning closer, her lips hovering inches from his shaft. “Let me make you feel everything.” Her breath was hot against his skin, and Ethan’s hips bucked, his cock aching for her mouth. She teased him, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip, a brief, electric contact that made him moan, his hands gripping the table’s edges.

“Please,” he gasped, the word torn from him, and Mei’s laugh was soft, victorious. “Since you asked so nicely,” she said, before taking him into her mouth. Her lips were warm, velvet-soft, sliding down his length with agonizing slowness, her tongue swirling around him. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing, and Ethan’s world narrowed to the wet heat of her mouth, the way she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.

Her dirty talk continued, muffled around his cock. “You taste so good,” she moaned, pulling back to stroke him, her saliva glistening on his shaft. “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? My mouth on you, making you lose control.” She sucked him again, harder now, her hand pumping the base of his cock while her tongue teased the sensitive underside. Ethan’s hips thrust instinctively, his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap.

Mei sensed it, slowing her pace, edging him with expert precision. “Not yet,” she teased, her lips brushing his tip as she spoke. “I want you to feel every second of this.” She licked him from base to tip, her eyes locked on his, the sight of her worshiping his cock pushing him to the brink. Ethan groaned, his body trembling, every nerve alight with need, his resistance long forgotten.

When she finally took him deep again, her mouth relentless, her hand cupping his balls, he couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Mei,” he gasped, his orgasm crashing through him, hot and overwhelming. He came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her mouth, her lips milking every drop, her moans vibrating against him. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she pulled back.

Ethan lay there, panting, his body spent but still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mei stood, adjusting her uniform, her smile teasing. “Come back soon,” she purred, leaving him with a wink. As the door closed, Ethan knew he’d be back, already craving the seduction he couldn’t resist.