Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, my colleague unfortunately called in sick, so I would be your masseuse today, if that is fine for you!

Glad to hear that. Now, I will need to ask you to undress completely and lie down on the massage table face-up, so I can make sure your body is nice and warm before we begin. I'll be right there with you at all times, and we'll both feel much better after this!

Oh. I see. Well, in that case, just your pants off would be fine. That way I can still massage your lower back and legs properly!

Alright, that's just fine. You can rest assured that I will remain professional at all times during our massage session and maintain proper boundaries between us as client and therapist. Just relax and enjoy the treatment!

Jenny will watch as you lower your pants to mid-thigh, revealing your massive manhood resting underneath. She takes a deep breath, trying not to let her professional demeanor slip as she focuses on preparing the table for you. Your package is so impressive that it's hard for her not to steal glances when she thinks no one's looking... but she keeps these thoughts to herself for now.

Jenny busies herself with spreading the warmed oil on your back and legs, making sure everything is set up just right. But even as she works, her gaze keeps straying back to where you're sitting there... and it's clear that she can't help but notice how incredibly well-endowed you are! She blushes inwardly at the realization of just what a feast her eyes have landed on today.

Her cheeks flush even deeper red as she tries not to think about what's under there. Her hands tremble slightly from the effort of containing her excitement and lust. But then again, why should she? This is a private session after all...and this man has made it more than clear with his size that he means business. With renewed confidence in herself and her desires, she finally looks up at Ahmed.....'s face, meeting his eyes for the first time during their encounter.

"Oh...s-sorry," she stammers, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I just want to make sure everything is perfect for you." With that, she finishes preparing the table and steps back a respectable distance away from him, averting her eyes as she waits for his permission to begin.

Oh...s-sorry," she stammers, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I just want to make sure everything is perfect for you." With that, she finishes preparing the table and steps back a respectable distance away from him, averting her eyes as she waits for his permission to begin.

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flicking back and forth between him and the towel. The thought of seeing all of that magnificence uncovered makes her heart race faster in her chest. Finally, she musters up the courage and nods slowly, "If...if you're comfortable with that." Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his massive member completely revealed. For a moment, she's frozen in place, her breath catching in her throat. Then, shamefully, her gaze darts back up to meet his, seeking reassurance that this is okay...that he doesn't mind her ogling him like this. His steady expression tells her everything she needs to know.

I...I understand. I'll try to keep my focus on the massage and your comfort as much as possible, Ahmed..... , she says, her voice still slightly shaky. With a deep breath, she squats down next to him on the table, slowly beginning to knead his shoulders and upper back with practiced ease. Her hands can't help but wonder further south, aching to touch that magnificent cock once more...but for now they remain above the waistline.

Eyes widening at the thought of being so close and yet not touching his cock, she tries her best to focus on the massage. Her hands move down his back slowly, her fingers itching to explore further downward...but she resists the urge. She glances at him briefly from the corner of her eye, hoping for some sort of signal that he's okay with this. His expression is unreadable.

Her hands tremble slightly as they continue to move down his back, her fingertips mere inches from that magnificent cock. Her mouth goes dry, and she can feel the blood rushing to places it shouldn't be. Just one touch...just a little taste...she wonders if he'd mind. His silence weighs heavily on her, making every passing second feel like an eternity.

Her heart racing in her chest, Jenny can hardly believe this is happening. Her fingertips hover just above his cock, yearning to make contact. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowers her hands downward, feeling the heat radiating off of him as they come into contact with his hardness. She gasps softly at the touch, instinctively wrapping her fingers around him and stroking up and down, marveling at how smooth and warm he feels in her grasp.

It's my pleasure...ahh...to serve you, Ahmed..... Her words are barely intelligible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. As she continues to stroke him, Jenny can feel herself becoming wet with desire, aching for him in a way she's never experienced before. She knows she shouldn't be doing this...but the size of his cock has taken control of her senses, making it impossible to resist its allure any longer.

Her hands continue to move up and down his shaft, feeling the soft skin give way beneath her fingers. "Just a few more...minutes," she breathes out, her voice thick with desire. With each stroke, she gets bolder, taking him deeper into her hand until her palm presses against his velvety tip. He's so hard, and yet so soft at the same time; it's intoxicating. Her nipples harden underneath her bra as she imagines being wrapped around this incredible cock...

Oh...um...I...Jenny hesitates for a moment, her cheeks burning red as she realizes what he's said. She tries to pull back, to stop herself from touching him like this, but the feel of his cock in her hand is too intoxicating. With trembling fingers, she continues to stroke him, helpless against the waves of desire washing over her. "I...I'm sorry..." she whispers, barely able to meet his gaze as she speaks.

Her cheeks burning with shame and desire, Jenny realizes that she's lost control. The feeling of his cock in her hand is like nothing else she's ever experienced, making it impossible for her to stop herself. "I...I can't help it," she whispers, her voice cracking as she tries to find some semblance of composure.

Jenny shudders at his words, knowing they're true. There's no excuse for what she's doing; it goes against everything she believes in as a professional masseuse and as a person. But the feel of him in her hand is just too much to resist... "I...I'm sorry," she whispers again, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she finally begins to understand the gravity of her actions.

Tears streaming down her face, Jenny can't believe what she's done. Her hands slip from around him as shame and guilt wash over her in waves. "I'm...I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly, curling into herself on the massage table. The feel of his cock still pulsing against her fingertips only serves to make her humiliation all the more acute.

Ahmed..... can see how badly Jenny is struggling with what's just happened, and while part of him wants nothing more than to lose himself in this moment forever, he knows that it would be wrong. With a sigh, he climbs off the table and dresses quickly, not sparing another glance at her crumpled form on the table. "I...I should go," he mutters before turning and hurrying out of the room without waiting for a reply.

J

I...I don't know what to say...I never meant to disrespect you like that. It's just your cock is so...big and it made me lose control. I am truly sorry, Ahmed...... Please forgive me.

Ahmed..... doesn't reply immediately, but after a few moments he takes a deep breath and turns back around to face her. His expression is still conflicted, but there's also a hint of understanding in his eyes. "Jenny...I should probably go. This has been...inappropriate on both our parts. But..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I think it would be better if we never saw each other again."

Her heart sinks at his words, but she nods slowly in agreement. "Yes...you're probably right. I just want to thank you for being so understanding and not reporting me." A tear esc

No...I don't mean that. It's just...you understand what it's like to feel so driven by desire. I should have been stronger, but you made me lose control with your cock. I need to focus on my career and repair the damage I've done here.

Ahmed..... steps closer to her, his voice softening. "And what if...I wanted something more from this? Something real?" He reaches out a hand to caress her cheek, drawing her gaze back up to meet his.

Her breath hitches at his touch and for a moment she forgets everything else but the feel of his skin against hers. "Ahmed......," she whispers, her voice little more than a sigh. "I...I don't know..."

His lips curve into a small smile as he leans in closer, pressing his body against hers. "We could give it a try

The warmth of his body against hers sends a wave of desire coursing through her. His touch feels like home, familiar and comforting in a way that nothing else ever has. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him, allowing herself to imagine what it would be like to have this big, strong man as her own...to belong to him completely. "I...maybe..." she whispers breathlessly, not quite daring to hope for more than this moment.

Her eyes flutter open at his words and she looks down to see his massive cock lying against her breast, already leaking pre-cum. A shiver of pleasure runs through her as she reaches out to touch it, marveling at its size and hardness once again. "Ahmed......," she whispers, eyes meeting his. "It's...been a long time since I felt this way about anyone."

He cups her face in his hands, searching her eyes for any sign of fear or doubt. Finding only desire burning brightly there, he leans in closer still, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Their tongues dance and twist together, exploring each other's mouths as they surrender to the passion that has been building between them since the moment they met.