David Enjoys his Perfect Job

"Lower"

When she gave a low moan I knew I had found the right spot. I let her enjoy my finger on her clit for a few seconds, then I pushed two fingers from my other hand deep into her cunt. When I rotated them inside her she purred with pleasure.

"Rub me harder, I am going to come."

I was now frantically working her swollen clit, and I was also finger fucking her. She has a nice cunt, but it's a big one. Time to add more fingers, four took her over the edge.

"Fuck, it's a big one."

It was. Her back was now arched and she was rolling her head from side to side. When she slumped back onto the massage table I slowly removed my fingers. She now had her eyes closed. While I waited for her to recover I looked at the clock on the wall, it made me smile, three minutes from start to finish. She always comes quickly, but was this a record for her? While I was thinking about that she opened her eyes.

"That was wonderful, you have amazing fingers."

"And you have an amazing..."

She giggled before I could finish. I then left her alone to shower and dress. While I waited I thought about her, how many times was it now? It must be ten or eleven. Despite all those times, and all the things I had done to her, she was still Mrs. Henderson. I didn't mind that, she was a nice lady and she always treated me well.

She first came to the massage parlour that I work at about a year ago, and is now a regular. I would guess that she is in her mid-sixties, possibly older. She dresses well and is obviously very rich. Over time she has told me a little about herself. She was widowed eighteen months ago, which explains why she needs my services.

"David I am ready now."

I knocked before entering. Mrs. Henderson gave me a big smile before handing over an envelope. I thanked her then I leant over and gave her a little kiss on her cheek.

As usual that made her blush, then I got another giggle.

"If only I was thirty years younger."

"Then you would be twenty."

She waved her hand at me before saying, "Don't be silly," but I could tell she liked my flattery, even though it was way over the top.

When she left I placed the envelope in my locker. I didn't need to open it to know how much it contained. She always tipped me the same, and it was a generous amount. On her second visit I had mentioned it, hinting that it was too much. That got a nice smile from her, then she said, "I give my hairdresser what I give you. Both of you provide a top class service," then she looked me in the eye before adding, "And that is the end of this topic."

The shower was nice and hot with a strong flow, just how I like it. My next client was in forty five minutes so I wasn't in a hurry. It was always a pleasure to see Mrs. Henderson, but why did she never want more? It was always simple with her. I would play with her small tits for thirty seconds at the most, then she would open her legs. A few minutes with my fingers on her cunt was enough for her. With what she was tipping me she deserved to be fucked, or at least licked. However I have been working at this place long enough to know that the best course of action is to let the woman dictate what happens.

Twenty minutes in the shower was enough for me. As I was drying myself I thought back on how I had ended up working here. Two years ago I would never have imagined that this was my future. Back then, when I was twenty, I was working in a bar. One day while I was talking with a customer she asked me if I had ever done any acting, that surprised me.

"No, why?"

She pointed to the mirror behind me, "Take a look at yourself. You have the face, and from what I can see you have the body as well."

I just smiled at her, not sure if she was being serious. Then she reached into her jacket pocket and produced a card, it stated she was a Theatrical Agent. She then talked about acting, eventually persuading me to attend a workshop that was run by a friend of hers.

"Try it. After a few sessions Roger will be able to tell if you have any potential. If that is the case then I will sign you up."

I did my best, but after the fifth session Roger took me to one side.

"There is no easy way to say this. On a scale of one to ten you are a one."

I shrugged my shoulders, "That bad?"

"I was being generous when I gave you a one."

That hurt.

"It's a shame, you have the looks to be a leading man. However you might make it as a model," then he spoiled it by adding, "Or a porn star, that is if you have the equipment."

We parted on good terms despite his scathing criticism of my acting. As I was making my way home I thought about his last suggestion, it was his idea of a joke but I was now seriously considering it. And yes I did have the equipment, eight inches. I might not be able to act but I definitely knew how to fuck.

It took me a couple of days to get a screen test. I was nervous but I still managed a good hard erection, they seemed impressed and I was offered a job Aşağıdudullu Escort straight away. I smiled all the way home, I had just got my dream job.

A month later I wasn't sure about it, and at the end of two months I knew it wasn't for me. You would think it was the ideal job for a horny young man, all the cunt you would ever want. However in reality it's hard work. You have to fuck when you are not in the mood, and you have to do it for long stretches. One day I had to come three times, that was twice more that I would have liked. At the end of that day my cock was sore, so I quit and went back to bar work.

It looked as if that was going to be my life, serving drinks and listening to all those sob stories. However just after I had turned twenty one, another opportunity came my way.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you happy with your job?"

I looked at him, he was a new guy, probably just trying to be friendly.

"I am for now, but I am not sure if I will always be doing this."

I then watched as he took out a card from his wallet. If it was something to do with acting I would have to force a smile and politely say no. However when I read the card I was surprised, it wasn't what I had expected.

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