The Time My GF Got a Side Job

It's a Sunday morning, the sound of Robin's heels echoes the hallway of the hotel where she's staying for an out-of-city weekend-long work conference. Her usually messy red hair, now styled in a ponytail. She's finally free from those boring talks on themes she's already familiar with. Since the first day that Robin checked in she had booked a spa and massage session on the last day as a way to treat herself. And that's all she has in her mind right now.

A good massage, maybe some time in the sauna, and then she'll grab a late lunch before catching her plane back home. She's almost there, the sound of running water and soft music guiding her to the spa's reception area.

The receptionist, a woman with a nametag that reads 'Valerie', greets her with a smile. "Good morning, Ms. Robin. I'm glad to see you're here for your massage."

Valerie says, her voice low and soothing, like the hum of the spa itself. "I've booked you with Marcus, he's one of our best."

Robin nods, smiling. "Sounds perfect."

Marcus. The name rolls off her tongue like a secret, a promise of something more than just a simple massage. She follows Valerie down a dimly lit corridor, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender growing stronger with each step.

Robin is led into a private room, the door closing softly behind her. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the sound of gentle music filling the air.

In the center of the room, there's a massage table, draped with clean, white sheets. Robin takes a deep breath, the scent of the essential oils calming her nerves. It's the first time she's treated herself to a massage. She undresses slowly, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a nearby chair. She feels a shiver run down her spine as she stands naked, the cool air brushing against her pale skin, hardening the nipples of her perky breasts. She enjoys nudism, this feels natural to her.

Marcus enters the room, and Robin turns to face him. He's tall, with broad shoulders and a smile that's equal parts professional and playful, a complete contrast against Robin's petite frame. His hands are large and look like they could do some serious work.

"Good morning," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Marcus. I understand you're here for a massage?"

Robin nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's right. I've been looking forward to it."

Marcus gestures to the table. "Why don't you lie down, face down. I'll give you a moment to get comfortable."

Robin complies, feeling the cool sheets against her bare skin.

She lies flat on her stomach, arms by her sides, and takes a deep breath, allowing the scent of the essential oils to fill her lungs.

Marcus begins to massage her shoulders, his strong hands working out the knots and tension that have built up over the week. Robin lets out a soft moan, her body relaxing under his touch.

"You carry a lot of tension here," Marcus observes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Mmm, yeah," Robin replies, her voice muffled by the face cradle. "Work's been... stressful."

Marcus chuckles, his hands moving lower, down her back.

"Well, let's see if we can't take care of that."

He works her lower back, his hands strong and sure. Robin can feel the tension leaving her body, her muscles loosening under his touch. She lets out a soft sigh, her body melting into the table.

"God, that feels good," she murmurs.

The tension in her body is starting to unravel, her muscles becoming liquid under Marcus's hands.

"I'm glad," he replies, his voice heating up a notch, like the room itself. "You have a beautiful back, by the way."

Robin feels a shiver run through her at his compliment. She's feeling more than a little turned on, her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn't expected.

Marcus moves lower, his hands skimming over the curve of her ass. Robin bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan. His hands doing magic on her muscles, his fingers caressing zones they probably shouldn't with any other client. The line between therapeutic and sensual completely blurred.

Halfway through, her mind wandered. To the feeling of the masseuse's hands. She felt warm and floaty and a little buzzed on endorphins. It's in this blissful and relaxed state that an idea pops into Robin's head. "I could do this as a side job!" The words tumble out of Robin's mouth before she can stop them. She turns her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the face cradle. "I mean, I'm good with my hands, and I've always been good at reading people. Plus, I love touching people. Making them feel good."

Marcus pauses, his hands still on her ass, his thumbs tracing circles around her back hole. "You what?"

Robin turns her head the other way, looking at Marcus. "I said, I could do this as a side job. I mean, how hard could this be?"

Marcus raises an eyebrow, feeling a little insulted by Robin's comment.

However, he knows she isn't trying to be disrespectful. She just thinks this is an easy job. "Well, it's not as easy as it looks, sweetheart. You need to know the body, understand how to release tension."

He says, his hands now moving from her ass to her inner thighs.

Robin feels a shiver run through her body at his touch. "Yeah, I get that. But I'm a quick learner. And I think I have a natural talent for this." She says while turning around, not giving a second thought to the fact that she's displaying her exposed body to Marcus. "Do you mind tutoring me?".

Marcus smirks, his eyes scanning her body, taking in her petite frame, her fiery red hair, and the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"I can't teach you everything in one session," he began, his voice steady and reassuring, "but I can certainly provide you with a crash course. Let's start with the basics." His eyes, a warm shade of brown, held a spark of enthusiasm that belied the gravity of the task at hand. He gestured to the worn-out textbook on the table, its pages yellowed with age and knowledge. "This is your guide," he said, his fingers tracing the spine. "It's not the most exciting read, but it's packed with information that will serve you well." He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and I could see the years of experience etched into the lines around his eyes. "Now, let's dive in," he said, his voice taking on a more animated tone...

After the lesson, Robin leaves the spa feeling refreshed, excited, and quite turned on. Marcus had taken the liberty of massaging her in ways much more private than he would do with any other client. Robin, stubborn as she is, feels this new, spontaneous idea it's the best one she ever had in a while.

She could earn some extra money and enjoy the process. What could possibly go wrong?

She's got to share this with someone, and the only person she can think of is Ethan. She calls his number, hoping he's available.

"Hey, babe," Ethan answers, his voice warm and friendly. "How was your conference?"

"It was fine," Robin replies, her voice breathy with excitement. "But that's not why I'm calling. I have an idea for a new side hustle."

Ethan chuckles. "Oh yeah?

What's that?" Ethan asks, intrigued. He can hear the excitement in Robin's voice, and it's turning him on.

"I got a massage today, and it was fucking amazing," Robin starts, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And I thought, why not do this as a side job? I'm good with my hands, I like touching people, making them feel good."

Ethan is quiet for a moment, processing this new information. "That sounds... interesting," Ethan finally says, his voice low and thoughtful. "You think you can pull it off?"

Robin laughs, a sound like tinkling bells. "Of course, I can. I just finished a quick and "deep" crash course."

Ethan can hear the challenge in her voice, and it turns him on even more. "Alright, babe. I believe in you."

Robin smiles, her voice softening. "I promise, Ethan. Thank you for believing in me."

They hang up, and Robin starts making plans.

Soon, Robin sets up an improvised spa in the guest room with things ordered online. The room is filled with scented candles, relaxing music, and a massage table. She looks around, proud of her setup.

She's made the room look and feel like a real spa. She calls Ethan across the apartment, inviting him over to show off her work. He enters the guest room. "Welcome to Robin's Spa," she jokes.

Ethan looks around and laughs. "Looks nice."

Robin bites her lip, excitement bubbling inside her. "So, now I only need my first client." She says, almost begging him to be her guinea pig.

"Oh, I'm sorry babe, but I'm really busy right now, maybe later tonight?" He said while walking away, watching his phone.

Surprised, Robin's eyes widen and her jaw drops for a second. "Wait, what? You're not going to be my first client?" She stammers, shock and a little bit of hurt in her voice.

"Robin, I'm sorry, but I really can't," Ethan says, looking back at her, his eyes softening. "I've got a ton of work to catch up on. Rain check?"

Robin's shoulders sag, and she lets out a sigh. "Fine, fine. I get it. Work is work." She waves him off, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well, I guess I'll have to call someone to be my first client and start this business" she murmurs to herself.

A couple of hours later, a gentle knock breaks the silence in the couple's apartment. Ethan opens the door to find Daniel, a mutual friend of his and Robin. Daniel is younger than Robin and Ethan, he has a slim physique and wavy, dark brown hair. His facial features are delicate and well-defined, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. He has had a secret crush on Robin since the day they met.

Daniel's wearing a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing a hint of his collarbone. "Hey, Ethan," he greets, flashing a smile. "Robin said she's starting a new business and she called me to be her first client."

"Hi Daniel! Of course" Ethan says, inviting him inside. "Get yourself comfortable, I'll tell Robin you're here."

Ethan walks down the hall, finding Robin in the guest room, preparing the massage table. She's dressed in a loose, short dress, and her fiery red hair is pulled back in a messy bun.

"Daniel's here," Ethan announces, leaning against the doorframe.

Robin's eyes light up, and she smiles. "Great! Send him sin."

Daniel enters the room, his eyes scanning the space, taking in the candles, the soft music, and the massage table. He looks at Robin, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. He had some back pain and zero expectations.

"So, what do you need me to do?"

Robin grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Robin wasn't trained. She knew that. But she'd watched enough YouTube tutorials and remembered enough from Marcus' session to fake confidence. "I need you to undress, then cover yourself with this towel and just lie down on the table, face down. I'll take care of everything else." Robin leaves the room. "Call me when you're ready". She yells through the door.

Daniel nods, his heart racing as he takes off his clothes. His cock is already half-hard, anticipating Robin's touch. He covers himself with the towel and lies down on the massage table, his face resting on the cradle. "Ready!" Daniel yells.

Robin enters the room a few minutes later, carrying a bottle of warm massage oil.

"You ready?" Robin asks, a playful smile on her lips.

Daniel nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Robin smiles, dripping some oil into her hands. She rubs them together, warming the oil before placing her hands on Daniel's back. Her fingers dig into his muscles, her touch firm yet gentle. She works her way down his spine, her hands gliding over his skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Daniel lets out a low moan, his body relaxing under Robin's touch. "God, that feels good," he murmurs.

Robin grins, her confidence growing.

"Good. Let's see if we can make that feel even better."

She moves lower, her hands kneading the muscles of his glutes, her thumbs sliding close to his crease. Daniel tenses for a moment, but then relaxes, his body melting into her touch.

"That's... that's intense," he breathes out, his voice barely a whisper.

Robin chuckles, her hands massaging his ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. "Does this feel good? I learned it in a massage course" She says to Daniel.

"That makes me an expert now, right?" She giggles.

Daniel lets out a soft moan, "Yes, it feels amazing."

"Good," Robin says, her voice low, trying to sound professional. "Now, let's see if we can't make this even better."

She moves her hands lower, her fingertips brushing against the top of Daniel's thighs, just below the towel. Daniel's body tenses, his breath hitching in his throat. Robin can feel the heat radiating off his skin, can see the goosebumps rising on his flesh.

"Ok, now turn around" Robin tells Daniel.

Daniel's towel falls to the side, revealing his hard cock. Robin looks at it, and smiles, taking it as a compliment of her skilled massage. She picks the towel from the floor and places it over Daniel's erect member.

"Shit, sorry about that," Daniel says, flustered. "I didn't mean to... I can't help it, your hands are fucking magic."

Robin laughs, "No worries, Daniel. It's natural. Let's just... let's just focus on the massage, alright?"

She continues her work, her hands moving over his thighs, his calves, his feet. She works her way back up, her hands gliding over his inner thighs, her thumbs brushing against his balls. Daniel lets out a low groan, his cock twitching under the towel.

Robin's hands are driving him crazy, and he's having a hard time hiding his arousal. He bites his lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Robin stops and takes a step back, she smiles at Daniel. "So what do you think? It was good, wasn't it?"

"Are... are we done?" Daniel asks, his voice full of disappointment.

"Yes, this was fun, don't you think?" She says, unaware of Daniel's frustration.

"It was..." He says sheepishly while sitting.

"What's wrong?" Robin asks worriedly.

"It's just that... I'm still feeling discomfort in this area" Daniel says, uncovering his dick again.

Robin's eyes widened as the realization dawned on her, her gaze flicking between her friend and the object of their shared concern. "Oh... I see," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the situation seemed to settle on her shoulders, her brow furrowing as she considered the implications. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, and then nodded decisively. "I guess this was caused by me," she admitted, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "So it's only fair if I fix it," she concluded, her hand reaching up to rub her chin thoughtfully.

Daniel looks at her, hope blooming in his eyes. He knows that Robin is not the type to hold back once she sets her mind to something.

"Really? You would do that for me?" he asks, his voice laced with both surprise and excitement.

Robin nods, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Yeah, I would. Besides, it's not like I've never done this before."

She walks over to the massage table, her hips swaying with each step. She can see the desire in Daniel's eyes, and it's turning her on.

"Lie down on the table again" She commands while covering her hands in moisturizing cream. She grabs Daniel's cock and starts stroking it slowly.

Daniel's breath hitches, his body tensing at her touch. Robin looks down at his cock, a small smile playing on her lips. She admired its size, the way it curves slightly to the left. She leans down, her breath hot on his skin as she whispers, "How does this feel? You like it when I touch you."

Daniel nods, his voice a low growl. "Fuck yes, Robin. I love it when you touch me." Robin's hand speeds up, her grip tightening on his cock.

She watches as it leaks precum, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head, spreading the slick substance around. Daniel moans, his hips bucking upwards, he extends his arm, his hand traveling under her dress grabbing Robin's ass. "Fuck, Robin, that feels so good," he gasps, his voice hoarse with desire.

Robin smiles wickedly, her eyes locked onto his cock. With the other hand she starts massaging his balls, and decides to free him from his discomfort.

She watches as his cock twitches and grows even harder under her touch. She finds herself enjoying it. The power she has over Daniel, the way his body responds to her touch, it's intoxicating.

She feels Daniel tensing under her, his cock twitching as her hand moves up and down his shaft. She can see the pleasure on his face, the way his eyes roll back, the way his jaw clenches, his grip squeezing her buttock. She loves it. She fucking loves it.

She leans in closer, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers, "It's ok, you can cum all over my hand"

Daniel moans, his hips thrusting upwards, fucking her hand. She feels the precum leaking from his cock, coating her hand. She spreads it around, using it as lubrication, her movements are faster, harder.

Daniel lets out a low groan, his body tensing as he gets closer. And then, like a fountain, he erupts, his cock spurting hot ropes of cum onto Robin's hand, onto his stomach, and the table. Robin keeps stroking him, her hand moving fast, her grip tight, squeezing every last drop from his cock.

Daniel's body is shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Robin smiles, her eyes locked onto his cock as it pulses in her hand, coating her skin with his release. She loves the feel of his cum, the warmth of it, the stickiness. She feels a sense of satisfaction, of pride, in bringing him to this point.

"Fuck, Robin," Daniel gasps, his body still shaking from the force of his orgasm. "That was... that was incredible."

Robin smiles, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and desire. She looks at her hand, coated with Daniel's cum.

"Oh, you're so sweet! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!" Robin says, kissing his cheek, proud of her work. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

She grabs a towel from the table and starts wiping off Daniel's chest and stomach, cleaning up the cum that had spilled onto him during his intense climax.

"You have some cum on you" Robin giggles as she wipes it off.

Daniel chuckles, his body still flushed and sensitive from his orgasm. "Thanks, Robin. That was something else."

Robin throws the towel aside and grins at him. "Glad I could help. Now get dressed, please" She says, walking towards the door.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Daniel dresses quickly, his body still buzzing from the intense orgasm. He steps out of the room, Robin is already waiting for him by the door.

"Thanks again, Robin."

Robin grins," You're welcome, Daniel. I'm glad I could help."

Ethan is in the living room when Daniel walks in, he looks up as he enters.

"Hey, how was it?" Ethan asks casually.

"It was great!" Daniel said enthusiastically, but unable to look Robin's boyfriend in the eyes. "Your girlfriend has magic hands".

"I'm glad to hear that," Ethan replied. "Don't forget to recommend her to your friends," he added, unaware of Robin's methods.

"I won't!" Chuckled Daniel while leaving the apartment.

Robin and Ethan waved goodbye and closed the door.

"So, how did it go?" Ethan asked, turning to Robin with a smile.

Robin grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It was fucking amazing, Ethan. I mean, I knew I had a knack for this, but damn, it felt so good."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Sounds like you had fun. Did your client enjoy it too?"

"Fuck yeah, he did," Robin confirmed, her voice thick with satisfaction.

After a couple of weeks, Robin was getting used to the rhythm of things. Her afternoons were filled with back-to-back massages. Her side hustle had started as a curious experiment, but after a few sessions, it had taken on a life of its own. Word was spreading. Her friends, and their friends, were reaching out.

Ethan, blissfully unaware, continued to support her new venture.

He admired her entrepreneurial spirit, and the extra income she brought in didn't hurt either. He loved the relaxed, confident air about her when she finished a "session." She would come out of the room, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes bright and sparkling, a secret smile playing on her lips. She'd brush past him, her skin still warm from the heat of the room, and he'd catch a whiff of the essential oils mixed with something else, a faint, musky scent that made his cock twitch in his pants.

But he pushed the thoughts aside, attributing the stirrings to his imagination, his fantasies running wild. A knock on the door, something that was pretty common since the day she started her improvised massage parlor. This time it was George, a friend from Robin's work.

He's a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties with a shaved head and a thick beard. He had a reputation for being a bit of a ladies' man, but Robin had always found him charming and harmless. As she let him in, she couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in his eye.

"So, you're the one everyone's been talking about," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've heard you've got magic hands."

Robin grinned, feeling a thrill of excitement.

"Well, George, I aim to please." She gestured to the massage table. "After you."

George smirked, his eyes scanning Robin's body. "You look good, Robin. Real good." He began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers.

Robin felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him strip, even though she'd seen so many of their friends naked lately. There was something about the way he looked at her, something primal and raw. She felt her nipples harden under her dress, her pussy growing wet. She had to admit, she was looking forward to this session.

She had seen the way George looked at her at work, the subtle touches, the lingering glances. She knew he was attracted to her, and the thought excited her.

As George lay face down on the table, Robin took her time circling him, appraising his body. He was well-built, his muscles defined and toned. She could see the faint outline of a tattoo on his lower back, the ink peeking out from beneath his shorts. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as she took in his broad shoulders, his strong back, his firm ass.

She poured more oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.

She started from his shoulders, her hands gliding over his skin, her fingers digging into the muscles. George let out a low groan, his body relaxing under her touch.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," he murmured, his voice deep and rumbling.

She moved her hands lower, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, her thumbs pressing into the muscles on either side. She could feel his body responding to her touch, his muscles relaxing, his breath coming out in soft sighs.

She worked her way down, her hands gliding over his skin, her fingers digging into the muscles around his lower back.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Let me help you with that."

She moved her hands lower, her fingers brushing against the top of his ass. George tensed for a moment, then relaxed, letting out a low moan. "Fuck, that feels good," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Robin smiled, her confidence growing. She knew she was good at this. She took her time massaging his butt. Caressing his backside with the tip of her fingers, then applying pressure and gripping tightly. More than a massage it felt like Robin was grabbing his ass with passion. The thought of biting his butt ran through her head.

She took her time massaging each cheek, making sure to hit all the right spots. She could feel his body squirming beneath her touch, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. She knew he was enjoying it. She moved her hands lower, her fingers brushing against the crease of his ass. George tensed, his body going rigid. "Robin..." he warned, his voice strained. "Don't." Robin chuckled, her hands continuing their descent. "Don't what, George? I'm just giving you a massage, nothing more" she said with a fake sweet tone in her voice. Her hands now not only massaging his butt but also running her fingers through his balls. She took her time doing this, enjoying the feeling of his muscles under her touch.

"Ok, now turn around," She said, trying to sound professional but completely failing.

George turned around revealing his hard cock. A cock that Robin knew was meant to be a challenge. She looked at it and the natural instinct of her not being able to back down from a challenge kicked in.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here" She said while grabbing his cock in her hand. She could feel its weight, its hardness. It was a challenge alright, but she was ready to conquer it.

George looked at her, his eyes filled with desire and need. "What are you gonna do with that Robin? Hmm?" He asked, his voice laced with lust.

Robin smiled, her eyes locked onto his cock, her hand stroking it slowly. "Oh, I'm just gonna help you relax like a good masseuse would do."

Robin licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his cock. Pretending to be interested in massaging him, she released his cock and started putting pressure around his thighs. The back of her hand brushes his balls. George's dick started leaking pre-cum. Seeing George so receptive of her touch got her hornier. The constant exposure to naked bodies had begun to take its toll. Each new client, each new touch, only served to heighten her desire. She couldn't pretend anymore.

She leaned down, her breath hot on his skin, her tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum from his tip. She tasted salt and man, and it made her pussy clench with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, and she saw the hunger there, the need.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the sensitive flesh, her tongue swirling around the engorged head. George let out a low moan, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him.

"Fuck, Robin," he groaned. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

Robin smiled around his cock, her lips sliding down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth.

She could feel him hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed, relaxing her jaw, taking him deeper. George groaned, his hips bucking upwards, his cock thrusting into Robin's throat.

"Fuck, Robin, you're deepthroating like a pro." He said, his voice strained with pleasure. Robin pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips, pre-cum and saliva dripping from her chin.

She pulls back. "This? Oh, I'm just massaging you with my mouth because my arms got tired" She said feigning innocence.

George groaned, his cock twitching in Robin's mouth. "Fuck! You're so good at this" he managed to choke out. "I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw your pretty face on my screen. I've jerked off so many times imagining you taking my cock down your throat."

Robin's pussy clenched at his words, her body responding to his dirty talk. She took his cock back into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her lips and tongue working together to drive him wild.

With one hand she massages his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. George's moans filled the room, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her mouth. "That's it, baby," he groaned. "Suck that cock. Take it all. Be a good little cocksucker for me."

The filthy words sent a shiver down Robin's spine, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to taste his hot seed in her throat. She increased her pace, her head moving faster, her lips tight around his shaft.

George's breath came out in short, sharp gasps, his hips bucking upwards, his cock fucking her mouth.

"Oh fuck, Robin," he groaned. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? Sucking my cock while your boyfriend is fucking clueless."

Robin's eyes watered up, but she didn't stop. She loved the way he was talking to her, the way he was using her like a dirty little toy. So different from how Ethan, her boyfriend, treats her. He increased the speed of his thrusts. Grabbing Robin by her hair, indicating the rhythm of Robin's movements.

"I wonder what your little boyfriend would think of you, sucking me like that" George said cynically. "mmph... mmph... mmph..." was the sound Robin could make. It didn't matter what she meant, as George wasn't interested in whatever she had to say. He continued fucking Robin's face, deepthroat tears coming out of her eyes.

Robin felt the taste of his cum increasing on her tongue, a clear indication he's about to cum.

As he thrusts his cock deeper into her throat, she feels his balls tightening and his body tensing. His cock pulses in her mouth, and she feels the warm, salty taste of his cum shooting down her throat. She swallows every drop, milking his cock for all it's worth.

George lets out a loud groan, his body convulsing as he cums in Robin's mouth. He doesn't let her pull back. Robin feels his cock pulsing, coating her throat with his seed. She swallows it all, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks every last drop from his cock.

She finally is able to pull back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a pop, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Fuck, that was good," he says. She looks up at him, her eyes locked onto his, her chest heaving with breath. "Do you feel relaxed now?"

George looks down at her. His cock is still hard, still glistening with Robin's saliva. He looks at her with a mixture of awe and desire, his eyes hungry.

You're something else. I've never had anyone swallow my cum like that before."

"I'm glad you liked it." She runs her tongue over her lips, savoring the taste of his cum.

"So, is this how you treat all your customers?" George asks while putting his clothes back on.

"Let's say you got the colleague discount," She replied jokingly.

George laughed, "Well, I'm definitely going to recommend your services to everyone I know."

Robin smiled, satisfied with her work. "I'm looking forward to it."

George leaned down, gave Robin a quick peck on the cheek. "See you later, Robin." He said before leaving the room.

Robin watched him leave, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She loved her new side hustle. She loved seeing her clients squirm under her touch, loved hearing them moan and groan with pleasure. It was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough.

An evening, some weeks after George came for a massage, Robin was walking around her apartment, tidying up after her latest client. The massage table was folded away, the room returning to its usual state. She sighed, her shoulders slumping with a mix of relief and exhaustion. It had been a long day of helping others relax, and she was ready to unwind.

As she walked into the bedroom, she noticed the time. It was late, and Ethan was, as usual, at his computer, working. She leaned against the door frame, her mind wandering to the day's events.

She had her hands on so many different men today, Daniel, who had become a regular client now, and went for his daily massage, a couple of new guys who knew about Robin from George's recommendation, demanding they should get the same happy ending as his friend. That other guy whatshisname, who had scheduled an appointment with her a couple of times before, he always seems to melt under her touch and would cum seconds after she started the massage. She was now tired, her arms felt really heavy, the unmistakable taste of cum in her mouth. And what was worse... Ethan and she haven't had sex in a long while, either because she was too tired after her sessions or Ethan was too busy with work, stressed about delivering his work before deadlines.

Disappointed, she climbed into bed, the weight of unfulfilled desires pressing down on her. She reached beneath the covers, her fingers closing around the smooth, cool surface of the dildo. The object was a familiar companion, one she had relied on in moments of solitude and longing. She positioned herself, her body tense with anticipation, her legs spread, as she began to insert the dildo, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of her movements, the only other noise the distant ticking of the clock on the nightstand. Her mind wandered, her thoughts a whirlwind of unspoken words and unmet needs. She tried to focus, to lose herself in the sensation, but her mind refused to cooperate, instead fixating on the absence of the touch she craved. Frustrated, she threw the dildo, a broken promise of pleasure and de-stress, across the room and went to sleep.

As the days turned into weeks, Robin's little side hustle became way too overwhelming for her. She never had time to do the things she wanted to do, and she could never spend time with Ethan like they used to.

Her body was aching, her muscles tight, and her sex drive had hit an all-time high. She had spent so much time relieving others, but never getting a release herself.

One afternoon after finishing another massage session, Robin hurried out of the massage room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her expression was one of frustration."It's over," she said, almost shouting. "I'm quitting this business." Ethan, who was in the middle of a Zoom call, turned to look at Robin with a puzzled expression.

"And you and I are going to fuck. Whether you have work to do or not," Robin demanded, crossing her arms and staring at her boyfriend. Suddenly, the Zoom call went completely silent for what seemed like forever. "Well, Ethan, looks like you have more important things to do." A voice coming from his laptop broke the silence. Ethan, completely red-faced, quickly ended the call.

He turned to Robin, his heart pounding in his chest. "Robin, what the hell? You can't just... You can't just demand we have sex right now."

Robin uncrossed her arms and grabbed Ethan by his shirt collar. She dragged him with her into their bedroom.

"Listen! From now on. The only one I'll massage and finish with a happy ending to, it's you" The redhead said with a determined voice.

"Wait... what?" But before he could get a response, Robin pushed him to the bed, pulling his pants down with desperation. "I've wanted to suck this cock for days!" She said,

And before Ethan could formulate a coherent sentence, Robin's hot mouth was on his cock, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

Ethan let out a low groan, his hips bucking upwards as Robin took him deeper into her throat.

He'd never seen this side of her before, never seen this hunger, this primal need. He loved it.

Robin could feel Ethan's cock throbbing in her mouth, could feel his body tensing up. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, her cheeks flushed.

"Oh shit, you're so good. I'm so close to cumming" Ethan says, reacting at his girlfriend's recently improved oral skills.

"Oh hell no!" Robin said, stopping her actions immediately "You can't cum until I have!" Her voice was full of frustration.

Ethan looks at her, confused. He's never seen Robin like this before, never seen this possessive, almost aggressive side of her. But he likes it.

He likes seeing her take control like this. He likes feeling wanted, desired.

"Babe, what do you mean? I don't understand," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Robin's eyes blaze with determination. She climbs onto the bed, straddling Ethan's chest, her skirt riding up to reveal her smooth dripping wet pussy.

"I want you to bury your face in my pussy and make me cum, Ethan. Make me cum so fucking hard that I scream your name."

Ethan's cock is rock hard, throbbing with need, but he does as he's told, his hands gripping her hips as he pulls her closer. He can smell her arousal, can see the wetness on her thighs. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lap at her flesh, tasting her sweetness.

Robin moans, throwing her head back, her hands fisting in Ethan's hair. "Yes, that's it. Lick it good, baby. Taste me. Lap it up like a good boy" Robin moans, her voice ragged with need.

Ethan obliges, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licks her slit from bottom to top, his tongue swirling around her clit before plunging back down. Robin's hips buck against his face, her moans filling the room.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that. Make me cum all over your face."

Ethan licks her pussy with enthusiasm, his tongue dancing and twirling, his mouth sucking and nipping. He can taste her essence, sweet and tangy, and it drives him wild. He can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"That's it, babe," Robin urges, her voice breathy. "Make me cum. Make me scream your name."

Ethan redoubles his efforts, his tongue fucking her pussy, his fingers digging into her hips. He can feel her clit swelling under his tongue, and can feel her body coiling like a spring.

He knows she's close, knows she's about to explode. He sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves, his teeth gently nipping.

Robin lets out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits. Her pussy clamps down on Ethan's tongue, her juices flowing freely as she cums hard.

"Fuck yes, Ethan! Right there! Don't stop!" She screams, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers gripping his hair.

Ethan doesn't stop, doesn't let up.

His tongue continues to lap at Robin's pussy, doing his best until her orgasm subsides, her body going limp. He looks up at her, a wicked grin on his face.

"You look fucking gorgeous when you cum, baby," he says, his voice thick with lust.

Robin looks down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. "That was... that was amazing," she says, her voice breathy. "I needed it so bad. But I'm not done yet." Robin says with a mischievous smile.

She climbs off Ethan's face, grabs her boyfriend dick firmly and presses it against her pussy. "I've been craving a dick for so long" She says while impaling herself with Ethan's cock in a slow motion. Her pussy lips wrap around his shaft, gripping it tightly as she begins to move her hips in a slow grind.

"YES!!!!" Robin's voice could be heard through the whole apartment as she cums a second time the moment she takes her boyfriend's dick inside her. Making her body shake and twitch.

"Fuck... babe I didn't know you needed it that bad" Ethan says confused as he sees Robin lying down over him, almost passed out. He gives her a couple of minutes to recover, before placing her on her back, putting her legs on his shoulders, he aligns his cock at the entrance of her pussy ready to penetrate her deeply.

He thrusts inside her with force, making Robin moan and scream out in pleasure.

"Yes, Ethan! Fuck me harder!" Robin screams out, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her body arching to meet his every thrust.

Ethan obliges, his hips moving like a piston, his cock slamming into Robin's pussy with every thrust. He can feel her pussy walls clenching around his cock, her juices coating his shaft. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, and the way her breath hitched and her back arched with each impact. His gaze was locked on her, watching as her breasts bounced with a natural, sensual rhythm, her nipples standing erect and rosy, a stark contrast to the pale skin of her chest.

He leaned down, his breath warm on her face, as he pressed his lips softly against hers. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration that sent a shiver down her spine. Then, his tongue sought entrance, insistent and demanding, and she opened her mouth to welcome him. Their tongues danced together, their movements fluid and passionate. She could taste herself on him, the sweet tang of her arousal mingling with the familiar taste of him. It was intoxicating, a heady combination that sent a wave of heat coursing through her body. She could feel the heat building between them, the air thick with the scent of their desire.

Ethan pulls back, his eyes locked onto hers. "I love you, Robin." His voice is thick with passion. Robin's pussy clenches at his words. She couldn't believe how much she loved hearing him say that while being fucked. She grabs his face, pulling him down for another passionate kiss.

She grabs Ethan's butt, pulling him closer, her hips bucking against his. "I love you too, Ethan," she says, her voice ragged with need. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

Ethan doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls back, his cock slipping from Robin's pussy with a wet sound. He looks down at her, his eyes locked onto her pussy, her lips swollen and glistening with her juices. "Turn over," he commands, his voice hoarse with lust.

Robin complies immediately, her body tingling with anticipation.

She turns over, her ass presented to Ethan, her legs slightly parted. Ethan wastes no time, his hands gripping her hips, his cock already hard and ready, glistening with Robin's juices.

"You want it like this, baby?" he growls, his voice thick with lust.

Robin nods, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck yes, Ethan. Give it to me hard."

Ethan doesn't hesitate, he guides his cock to Robin's pussy and slams into her, the sound of his balls slapping against her skin filling the room.

Robin moans, pushing her ass backward to meet his thrusts.

Ethan grabs her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulls her back to meet his thrusts. He leans forward, his body covering hers, his chest pressed against her back.

The walls echo the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, the smack of skin against skin, the whispered moans and gasps. The smell of their arousal, sweet and heady, filling the room.

He leans in, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. He nips at her skin, his teeth grazing her flesh with a gentle, almost playful bite, before his tongue traces a soothing path over the spot, erasing the sting with a soft, wet caress. Robin's body responded instantly, a shiver running down her spine, her breath hitching in her throat as she let out a soft, low moan.

Ethan's cock is a piston, slamming into her pussy with brutal force. She can feel every inch of him, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. She loves it. She loves the way he fucks her, the way he takes control. Robin feels the waves of another orgasm building inside of her.

Ethan's cock is hitting all the right spots, filling her completely, making her feel whole. She can feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls grasping at him, holding him in place.

"Fuck, babe," she moans, her voice ragged and breathless. "Your cock feels so fucking good. I've missed this so much."

Ethan lubricates his finger with his girlfriend's pussy juices. With a gentle touch, he spread her buttocks, revealing the tight, puckered entrance that awaited his exploration. He began to insert his lubricated finger into her asshole. The initial intrusion was met with a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing as she was caught off guard by the unfamiliar sensation. But as he continued his rhythmic movement, her body began to relax, her breath evening out as she adjusted to the new sensation.

Ethan groans, his hips moving like a machine, his cock slamming into her with force. "FUCK YES!" Robin's scream is full of pleasure and relief.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching around Ethan's cock with an almost desperate intensity, as if trying to pull him deeper into her. Simultaneously, her asshole tightened around his exploring finger, a sensation that sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through her. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel the tension building within her, the pressure coiling like a spring ready to release. Ethan's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt her body respond to his touch, the sensation of her tightness around him pushing him closer to the edge. He starts pulling back to cum on her back, but Robin has other plans. "Oh no! I want you to fill me" She says, while grabbing Ethan's butt and pushing him deeper into her. "Fill my pussy with your cum!" Robin demands, her voice a mix of desperation and need.

Ethan groans, his body responding to her command. He slams into her, his cock pounding into her pussy with wild abandon. He can feel his release building, can feel his balls tightening, his cock swelling.

He grips her hips tighter, his fingers digging deeper into her asshole as he pistons in and out of her pussy, his cock fucking her with brutal force. "Fuck, Robin" He cums inside her. Several days worth of cum filling her pussy. Ethan comes so much that his cum starts dripping out of her pussy.

She can feel the liquid in her, warm and thick, leaking out of her pussy, running down her thighs. It feels nasty and dirty, and she fucking loves it.

Ethan pulls out of her, his cock glistening with their mixed juices. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. "Oh god, babe! That was amazing! Thank you!"

Robin collapsed beside Ethan, her body buzzing with endorphins. She lay there in the quiet hum of their shared bedroom, sheets half-kicked off, skin flushed, chest rising and falling. She starts lazily playing with the cum dripping out of her, rubbing her pussy with it.

Ethan rolled to his side, his breath still catching, the lazy curve of a grin on his face. He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Okay, but... where the hell did that come from?" His tone was teasing, not accusatory. Just curious. Still slightly dazed.

Robin turned her head, giving him a slow, sleepy smile. "Well, I had so much pin-up tension. And had been wanting a good fuck for weeks!"

Ethan laughed, pulled her closer, and sighed. "Well... I guess I can't let you go that long without sex again."

Robin hummed, content now, her cheek resting against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat still settling beneath her ear, feeling his fingers lazily tracing her spine.

"Promise me something?" she asked softly.

"Anything."

"Tomorrow night," she said, tilting her head up to look at him, "I want you on the table."

He grinned. "Wait... I thought you quit for good."

Robin snuggled in closer, lips brushing his neck. "It's just that I learned about this new kind of massage and I never got the chance to try it on someone."

Robin's voice was soft, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Ethan's chest. "I want to try it on you. I've heard it feels fucking incredible. It's called a prostate massage."

Ethan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but the idea immediately piqued his interest. He had always been open to new experiences, and the thought of Robin exploring his body in a new way was exciting. He bit his lip, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Are you sure it feels good?" he asked, not wanting to disappoint her.

"Trust me babe," she replied, kissing him.

She didn't say anything else.

And he didn't ask.

He didn't need to know how many massages she'd given.

Or how many men had melted beneath her touch.

Or how many times she'd swallowed someone else's pleasure and gone to bed aching for her own.