I've been wanting to write some stories about the people I massage, whilst working as a masseuse in the city of London. The stories are always true and I usually change all names.

I'm not sure where to start, this job is like nothing I have ever experienced before and if I was to write a book, it would be a bestseller. So I'll begin out of order, just writing about what comes into my memory

He was from Bermuda and his name was Mr K. He was a mature man in his mid 50’s and it was obvious he had been very attractive in the past. He still was and I usually met him at his apartment in Norwood, always greeting me at the door, always in his bathrobe.

Mr K escorted me in through his dimly lit flat and already had everything ready and laid out. After our usual small talk, I asked him to disrobe and place himself face down on the massage bed. Mr K followed my instructions and I explained to him that I wanted him to completely relax and enjoy our company together.

Years ago, I had decided to start my massage clients face down, on their stomach, because I found men relax better if they aren't on their back and a strange woman is looking at them and touching them. It seemed easier for them to relax, and they were more involved in the massage by the time I turned them over on their backs.

Mr K responded to my touch very well. He was quiet and somewhat introverted, but I felt that he was experiencing a lot pleasure during the massage. I began slowly, with a couple of long, deep strokes extending from his shoulders down his spine to his buttocks and using the tips of my finger to stroke his cock -- then back up to his shoulders. He moaned inaudibly and I could feel his lower back arch slightly, whilst gliding the tip of my nipples against his back. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down his buttocks.

My heart raced when I saw his cock poking between his legs because the towel moved slightly showing his pre-cum. As I peeked, I could feel the cum dripping from my freshly waxed pussy.

Mr K was enjoying the massage and although he wasn't making any overt signs of wanting me to be more sensual, I felt he wanted me to go further. By this time, my pussy was dripping and throbbing, but I always try my best to refrain myself. I have learned that my main focus is always on the pleasure of the client, rather than my own. It's also very erotic for me because the eroticism of the situation keeps increasing.

Suddenly, silently -- his orgasm began. It surged up, whilst he released a loud moan. It was a powerful orgasm that started deep in his abdomen, coming into the open helping him release all that stress.

Stacey x