The Massage Therapist: F*cker & Healer

By Mike M. Luster

Open your mind into the electrifying world of "The Massage Therapist: F*cker & Healer," a novel that entwines the allure of forbidden desire with the profound search for redemption.

When Mike, a seemingly ordinary individual, ventures into the tantalizing depths of a massage spa, he encounters Angie, a therapist whose touch promises more than just physical relief. Their illicit encounter sets off a chain of events that pulls Mike into a whirlwind of lust, betrayal, and self-discovery. Set against the vibrant backdrop of the Philippines, this tale navigates the razor-thin line between sin and salvation, challenging the very notions of morality.

Will Mike succumb to the temptations of the flesh, or will he find the strength to transcend his baser instincts? "The Massage Therapist" is a gripping exploration of the human condition, perfect for fans of erotic thrillers that delve into the complexities of the heart and soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike M. Luster
• Release date: Jun 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310708862

Mike M. Luster

Author of romance and erotica novels.

Book preview

Prologue

Ever since I was younger, I knew that there were seven deadly sins.

Living in the Philippines, it's hard to find someone who isn't familiar with the Catholic values that had been instilled in us. With over 113 million Filipinos in the country, I can almost guarantee that anyone can tell you the seven sins off the top of their heads.

The reason they're so deadly is because anyone can become susceptible to it. No matter how righteous or moral you think your values are, chances are, if you have too much of one of these sins, there's a higher probability that you'll commit atrocious acts.

Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride—we are all capable of this and can commit heinous acts if we choose to.

While it may seem cynical to think that we're doomed, our choices could either make us or break us. For instance, if we feel that we can't control our lust, we have a choice to either give in to it or fight it until the very end.

In a sense, this book is about choice and how lust may not be all that bad.

CHAPTER 1

My Chance

My girlfriend and I went out for our weekly massage. We’ve been doing this for six months now.

We were greeted by the receptionist. We told her we’ll have the usual Swedish massage for an hour. The mixture of aromatherapy oils filled the air along with ambient music, creating a relaxing atmosphere throughout the spa.

We sat down waiting for the massage therapists to wash our feet. After a few minutes, they came. I noticed that the therapist who was assigned for me was very attractive with long hair and slight curls at the bottom. It’s lightly blonde, which must have been dyed.

As she washed my feet, I noticed she kept glancing at me and my groin, her desire evident in her eyes. Both scared and aroused, I glanced over to my girlfriend who was reading something on her phone, oblivious to what’s going on.

The therapist finished washing my feet and was now patting it dry with a white towel.

I stared at her before my eyes lowered down to her robust cleavage. Discreetly, she returned my gaze before she slowly slipped her tongue out.

She was seducing me!

The silent trance we were both in was swiftly interrupted when my girlfriend placed her phone down on the plush seats and checked her bag to see if she brought her wallet.

Quickly, the therapist closed her lips, looked down at the basin, and stood up.

The receptionist behind the desk announced to us that unfortunately every couple’s room was taken, but if we’d like, we could opt to have separate rooms for our massages. My girlfriend was fine with it, and so was I.

After all, this was my chance.

Excitement filled me at the prospect but I tried not to show it on my face.

We were instantly led to our rooms. Behind the receptionist’s desk was an archway which led to a hallway of massage rooms arranged on either side. Each room had a wooden partition and lush cloth curtains, separating it from other clients and masseuses to create a degree of privacy.

My girlfriend went to the first room on the left side of the hallway. Mine was further on the right.

My heart beat faster at this. Not only would I have an attractive temptress as my therapist, but my girlfriend would be none the wiser.

As soon as I got to my room, I immediately took off all my clothes. I stood there in my underwear for a second, wondering if I should keep it on, but the thought of the therapist’s tongue brushing against it sent a rush of arousal right through me.

I took it off, lay down on the bed, completely bare and waited in anticipation. My cock was fully erect and I pressed on it gently, hoping to at least hide my boner for now.

A knock on the door interrupted the silence.

A soft voice asked, Sir, is it okay if I come in?

I gulped before my spoke. Yes, please come in. I winced at the slight nervousness in my tone but chose to ignore it.

Despite the dimness of the space, I could see her face and figure perfectly. As soon as she stepped in, everything in the background seemed to fade away and she was the only person who existed.

Her figure was enticing, despite wearing the plain uniforms the therapists had to wear. Her full breasts filled out the tight white shirt, which clung on all the right places. Meanwhile, her slacks did nothing to hide her buttocks and legs. Coupled with a pretty face, she was perfect.

Fuck, she’s so damn hot.

She spoke first, her voice soft yet sultry. Let’s start with your back, sir.

I gulped, attempting to look and sound nonchalant but the tension in my voice was there.

Alright, miss.

She gestured for me to lie on my stomach properly to which I immediately complied. Despite the relief of her not seeing my erection, the arousal was still there and I could feel it throbbing every second.

As she started her massage, I closed my eyes and let out a groan. She started slow and moved methodically, building up the right pressure to soothe the knots and tension I didn’t know I held.

Soon after, she started moving her hands sensually and passionately. I could feel the massage slowly becoming more intimate as her nails scraped lightly against my skin. She pressed her weight against me, and I groaned once more, envisioning her breasts against my skin.

I’ve been here for six months and I’ve never had this kind of massage before, especially from a therapist I never had before. As I tried to recall my previous appointments, I knew this was the first time I was hers.

My thoughts halted when I felt her hands on my thighs. Slowly, she brushed her fingers against my balls and paused, as if she was about to reach something else.

It’s time to massage your front, sir.

Fuck.

Okay, miss, I replied as calmly as I could.

I turned around slowly, making sure to cover my erection with a towel. Even though I wanted her, I was still shy about it, which is everything you need to know about me.

She leaned her face closer to mine, massaging my upper arm.

I looked into her eyes. She returned the stare, no longer hesitant like she did when she washed my feet. I could smell a hint of her perfume, something I couldn’t detect earlier in the eucalyptus-dense waiting room.

My thoughts drifted as I wondered about her.

Is this how she shows her attraction to a man? Is she just playing around? Maybe, she’s high on drugs and couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.

The speculative thoughts continued and I immediately brushed it off.

Her hands moved slowly down my front thighs, massaging them before she brushed against my balls once more.

There was no doubt about it, she did it on purpose.

Nevertheless, I waited for her to make the first move. I wanted to see how far she could take it, but I suppose she couldn’t do much since she was technically at work.

Her hands moved upwards towards my chest. My gaze lingered on her lips and I thought of her sticking her tongue out earlier.

Could she be attracted to me?

I decided to take a shot.

Can you massage my abs lightly?

To my surprise, she responded immediately. Her voice was still soft and sultry as she asked, Is that all you want me to massage, sir?

I resisted the urge to groan. Another rush of arousal ran through me and I was speechless for a few seconds.

Yes, I said, still a little shy but kept my cool. That’s all.

She nodded. She oiled up her palms and rubbed them together, warming them up before she pressed her hands against my lower abdomen. After a few gentle presses and touches, she started moving her fingers in circles against my skin.

My dick reacted instantly when she brushed her fingers against my cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The heat was growing all over my body despite the air conditioner being at the coldest setting.

She touched my dick again, still pretending that she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

I reached out and grabbed her hand with a shaking sweaty palm. I stared at her deliberately and slowly guided her hand lower, allowing her full access to my full erect cock.

She understood what I wanted. Without further instruction, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, starting with slow and gentle strokes. I reached out and touched her chest, feeling her through her shirt as I played with her breasts.

She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, arousal evident in her features as she parted her lips slightly.

Her look of pure lust showed me that I could ask more from her.

I pulled her closer, and slid a hand down her shirt to touch her bare skin. She pressed closer against me in response, not resisting as she tightened her grip on my cock. Her other hand started massaging my balls and I knew I had to respond.

I squeezed her breasts against her silky push-up bra. A soft moan escaped from her lips, while my breathing became ragged from the pleasure that’s slowly building up between us.

Aaahhh… she moaned sweetly.

She pressed her body against my right arm. She wanted more.

I smiled and slip my hand underneath her bra, squeezing her hardened nipples with nimble fingers. Despite not getting a full view of them yet, I could tell they were perfect—not too small and not too big, but firm and supple.

She continued pumping my cock, her fingers playing around the texture of my skin.

I broke down the silence first, wanting to take this further.

I leaned down and whispered to her, You’re so hot, miss…

And before I could stop myself, I pulled away and stood up, letting the towel fall to the floor before I picked her up and placed her on the bed.

CHAPTER 2

Fifteen Minutes Left

She didn’t resist as she laid down and faced me. She gave me an intriguing look, as if she knew me from somewhere and was trying to figure out where. She averted her gaze towards my 7-inch cock as I unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off, revealing lacy black panties.

Her legs were toned and shapely and through the lace, I could see she was well-shaven. The fabric clung to her hips, showcasing her perfect curves.

I whispered to myself, Oh my God!

I slid my hands against her legs, letting my fingers wander across her curves before I gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, revealing her matching lacy bra.

My dick hardened at the sight of her and I was more than ready to fuck her brains out, but I decided to take things slow and savor each moment.

I leaned forward and pulled the bra down to suck her nipple. My free hand roamed down her skin and rubbed against her panty’s crotch, stroking her to get her hot and ready.

She was soaking.

She moaned. Her breathing became ragged and she was biting her lip. She spread her legs wider and slip her panty’s crotch to the side. I rubbed her clit, feeling her growing arousal as I moved to suck on her other nipple.

Oh…fuck me now, sir! she groaned, reaching out and grasping my arms in a tight grip. She closed her eyes in pleasure, her head shaking side to side as if she was trying not to cum right then and there.

Not yet! I replied, enjoying watching her get undone by my hands and mouth.

P-please, fuck me now! she groaned desperately, tightening her grip on my arms.

I ignored her pleas and slipped my middle finger inside her pussy. Slowly, I started pumping in and out of her, feeling her soaking heat within.

I pulled away from her nipple with a pop, moving my lips to her own as she started kissing passionately.

She gasped for air as I moved my finger faster, rubbing inside her sensitive area. I moved my mouth against her neck, sucking on her delicate skin as I grunted.

My other hand played with her breasts, which made her moan louder.

Miss, I whispered against her skin. Keep your voice down. They might hear us!

She groaned and replied softly, her voice filled with lust. I can’t help it, you’re so yummy, sir! You’re driving me insane! Can’t you just shove your dick inside me so I won’t need to beg anymore?! she groaned, practically begging more of me. You’re so handsome and your dick is so big! Please, sir!

I was slightly taken aback. She was finally expressing herself and before I could respond, she grabbed my dick and rubbed it faster, her movements impatient and clumsy in desperation.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The foreplay we had was clearly coming to an end and I knew that it neither of us to hold out for any longer. I leaned closer to her, wrapped her legs around my waist in missionary position.

I placed both forearms on either side of her head. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but notice her distinct mestiza beauty with her light skin.

I couldn’t help but wonder how is she a massage therapist. With a face like that, long legs, and a perfect Coca-Cola bottle figure, she could easily become a model. Another thought came to mind and I knew any hot-blooded man would easily wife her up if she wanted.

There was no way I was going to have another opportunity like this.

I glanced at the wall clock.

We only had 15 minutes left.

I pressed my lips against hers in a passionate kiss and she responded eagerly, our tongues brushing against each other’s in equal passion and need.

She reached down, grasping my cock with a hand and guided the tip inside her.

Not yet, I whispered in-between kisses. Not yet!

I pulled her hand away.

I reached down and grabbed my dick, rubbing the tip against her wet folds, rubbing it against her clit over and over again.

She pushed her hips closer, hoping I would finally thrust inside her, but I pulled away, prolonging the foreplay.

She groaned; her voice hoarse in frustration. Sir, if you don’t shove your dick inside me, I’ll scream and claim sexual assault!

CHAPTER 3

A Close Call

Before I could even respond, I heard my girlfriend calling from outside the room.

Love! Are you done in there?

Shit. I hoped and prayed I didn’t get caught. I didn’t even realize that our time was already up and we still haven’t started fucking.

I replied, forcing myself to sound calm. Five minutes, Love, and I’ll be out there!

Okay, my girlfriend responded, none the wiser.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I was a sweaty mess before the therapist interrupted once more, Come on, sir. Fuck me now and fuck me hard!

The music in the entire establishment drowned her moans and words.

You’re beautiful, I whispered. What’s your name? I asked, finally slipping my cock inside her tight wet pussy.

God, she feels so good.

Ah…ah, my name is…Angie! Fuck, your dick is so big. You’re so yummy, she moaned as I started thrusting in a steady rhythm, making sure she could feel every inch of me.

Keep your voice down, Angie, I warned her in a whisper.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that she couldn’t keep her voice down even if she wanted to. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against hers, pumping harder and deeper inside her as she moaned inside my mouth.

Time was of the essence and we knew we had to be quick. The sounds of the bed’s rails creaked and groaned, every so often banging against the wooden partition of the massage room.

A knock interrupted our rendezvous.

’Gie! What are you both doing in there? The owner is here.

My eyes widened. Fuck, I didn’t want to create a scandal, so instinct took over and I fucked Angie faster, forcing myself to reach to my orgasm in record time.

I could feel myself about to cum, and just as I was about to pull out, Angie grabbed my ass and wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, making me cum inside her.

She sucked my neck as she, too, reached her climax, leaving a kiss mark on my skin. Our bodies were pressed closely together as we both enjoyed the chemical high of sex.

Why’d you do that, Angie? I asked, gasping for air while my brain hummed in pleasure.

Sir, you’re so fucking good, and I really needed it so bad. She sighed, clearly satiated.

Why’d you do that? I asked again and pulled away, quickly getting off the bed and dressed up.

She sat up and used the towel to wipe some remnants of my cum dripping out of her, before she got dressed. She grabbed her phone and showed me her number on the