Nudity | Exhibitionism | Massage Therapy | Erotica
A Female Massage Therapist & Naked Cocks
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Nelenna, a once content housewife and neighbor to Andrew and Julia, now found herself in the midst of financial struggles. Her husband, Sean, had left her for Julia, forcing Nelenna to move into a cheap and unkempt apartment in a shady part of town. To make ends meet, she became a massage therapist, trading her once comfortable life for one filled with uncertainty.
Nelenna kneaded the back of her latest customer with her practiced hands while a feeling of unease settled in her stomach. She had seen it too often; men being brazen and exposing themselves while she massaged them, but something else followed: they tipped more money afterward. Distressed by the trend, she still couldn’t deny the extra cash.
The man on the massage table exclaimed, “Your hands are like magic!” as he adjusted himself to reveal his penis and testicles. Nelenna’s face flushed with embarrassment, though she tried to appear calm and composed.
“Thank you,” she said, her gaze averted from his lap as she massaged his thighs. “I’m here to help my clients relax.” Secretly, she pondered why so many men enjoyed having her look at their genitalia even without requesting any other form of intimate contact, such as a happy ending or anything else.
One evening, after tallying up her earnings as a massage therapist for the day, Nelenna sat on the edge of her bed and sighed. Her legs were burning from all of the hours she had spent standing and working around a massage table. She loathed the idea of capitalizing on her clients’ lewd behavior, but her mounting bills and dwindling savings left her desperate for solutions.
“Maybe I should just play along,” she whispered to herself, turning over the problem in her hands. “If they want to show off, maybe I can find a way to benefit from it without crossing any lines. After all, it is just skin they want me to see.”
Nelenna’s face flushed with shame at the thought, but her desperation for financial stability drowned out her doubts. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew she needed those extra tips if she wanted to keep her head above water. And so, with a heavy heart, Nelenna decided to make some changes in her approach to her work, hoping that it would be enough to secure her future and alleviate her financial burdens.
Over the following few weeks, Nelenna observed her male clients carefully, taking note of the various ways they managed to expose themselves to her. Some were bold and brazen, adjusting their position on the massage table in such a way that their cocks would be on full display when she lifted the sheet. Others pretended to stretch, allowing their erections to push against the thin fabric until it slipped off, leaving them exposed. One stood up naked in the middle of the session, saying he needed a glass of water.
“Damn, this sheet keeps slipping,” one man chuckled, making no effort to cover himself as his cock stood at full attention. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Nelenna forced a polite smile and continued with the massage. She couldn’t deny hoping for extra tips even though it made her feel dirty.
“Maybe there’s a way for me to help them make it seem like an accident,” Nelenna mused, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the sheet covering a new client. It was then that she decided to test her theory.
“Oops!” she exclaimed, feigning clumsiness as she accidentally tugged the sheet down, revealing her client’s semi-erect cock. The man looked surprised but didn’t protest, his eyes flickering with interest as he watched her fumble to adjust the cover sheet.
“Sorry about that,” Nelenna murmured, secretly pleased by the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. As the session continued, she found more opportunities to let the sheet slip, each time watching her client’s arousal grow.
“Can you work on my inner thigh?” the man asked, his voice strained with lust. Nelenna nodded, moving her hands up his leg and deliberately applying pressure near his groin. She felt a thrill course through her as his cock twitched, enjoying its newfound freedom outside the cover of a bed sheet. By the end of the session, the man left a sizable tip, further fueling Nelenna’s curiosity about the correlation between penis exposure and earnings.
With each new client, Nelenna honed her craft, devising subtle ways to make their cocks visible without making it seem intentional. She noticed how they responded, some blushing with embarrassment while others reveled in the attention. As her tips increased, so did her confidence, and she found herself growing bolder in her methods.
“Could you turn over for me?” she asked one man, waiting until he was halfway through the motion before “accidentally” knocking the sheet to the floor. The man’s erection was exposed as he lay on his back, and Nelenna pretended to be flustered as she picked up the sheet and took plenty of time before covering him again.
“Sorry,” she said, biting her lip as she glanced at his cock, now fully erect and straining against the sheet. The man merely grinned, his eyes dark with desire.
“Accidents happen,” he replied, and Nelenna knew that he understood what was happening.
As the weeks passed and her financial situation improved, Nelenna felt both pride and shame in her newfound ability to manipulate her male clients. She told herself that it was just a means to an end, a way to survive until she could find something better. After all, she wasn’t really “doing” anything — just “seeing.”
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Nelenna’s eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, noting that her next appointment would be arriving soon. Determined to make the most of these sessions, she devised new tactics to “accidentally” expose her clients’ cocks and see if it led to even more generous tips.
“Is there any area, in particular, you’d like me to focus on?” Nelenna asked as her client settled onto the massage table. She listened closely to his response, mentally filing away the information for later use.
During the course of the massage, Nelenna used subtle touches and carefully placed pressure points to encourage her client’s arousal. She brushed the backs of her fingers against his inner thighs before working her way up to his groin, her touch so light that it could easily be mistaken for an accident. With each stroke and knead of her skilled hands, she noticed the man’s cock growing harder beneath the sheet, straining against the thin fabric.
“Your muscles seem quite tense here,” she murmured, her fingers lingering just below his lower abdomen. The man moaned softly, unable to contain his desire as his cock throbbed beneath the sheet, barely half an inch from her hand. Sensing the perfect moment, Nelenna adjusted her position, allowing the sheet to slip further down and reveal the man’s erection.
“Oops, sorry about that,” she said with feigned embarrassment, pretending to adjust the sheet back into place but leaving it precariously draped over his throbbing member.
Another tactic she employed involved pretending to have to adjust the length of the legs of the massage table. After asking her client to stand up naked so that she could make the adjustment, she would suggest the cover sheet was no longer needed.
She became bolder with each session, her clients’ generous tips fueling her confidence. Nelenna experimented with different methods, such as placing a bolster under their hips to elevate their groins and make it easier for their cocks to slip free from beneath the sheet.
She carefully blended exotic oils to create a seductive massage oil that would tantalize them with its warmth and pleasing smell. As she rubbed her hands over their bodies, the subtle scent left them dizzy with desire, sending tingles of pleasure through every muscle until they reached the brink of ultimate bliss.
Nelenna’s heart raced as she implemented these tactics, a mixture of excitement, guilt, and shame coursing through her veins. She didn’t want to know if it was wrong or not. The financial security it provided was too alluring to resist. And so, she continued down this path, each calculated move bringing her one step closer to the stability and success she desperately craved.
Nelenna’s earnings grew steadily as she became more reliant on these risqué tactics. The wad of cash in her purse swelled, and for the first time since her husband had ditched her to run away with the blonde next door, she felt a sense of financial security. She couldn’t help but marvel at the power of exposed cocks and their effect on her income.
“Turn over for me, please,” Nelenna instructed one of her clients, her voice soft and seductive. As he obeyed, his half-erect cock pushed against the edge of the cover sheet, slipping free from its thin veil. Without even trying to use the cover sheet again, she allowed her eyes to linger on his engorged member before expertly massaging his inner thighs, her fingers brushing against his testicles and making him gasp.
“Sorry about that,” she whispered, feigning innocence while her heart pounded with excitement.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he grunted, his eyes locked onto her cleavage. He tried to suppress his arousal, but it was evident that her touch had ignited a fire within him.
As she continued the massage, Nelenna noticed that her short tank top had moved, revealing the lower curve of her breasts. Her client’s eyes darted between the exposed flesh and her face, his breathing heavy and labored.
“Is everything alright?” Nelenna asked, feigning concern.
“Uh, yeah, just… your shirt,” he stammered, nodding toward the gap in her clothing. Nelenna glanced down, her cheeks flushing with heat as she realized that her braless breasts were partially visible. A wave of pretend shame washed over her, but she forced herself to maintain composure.
“Apologies,” she murmured, pulling her tank top back down and resuming the massage. She tried to ignore the incident, focusing on her work while her client’s erection throbbed beneath the sheet, a testament to the power of her tits.
When the session ended, Nelenna was astounded to find that her client had left an even larger tip than usual. The generous amount sent a shockwave through her, making her reconsider the boundaries she’d set for herself in pursuit of financial stability.
“Is it worth it?” she thought, counting the bills in her hands, torn between professional ethics and the allure of the money.
“Perhaps just a little more,” she decided, rationalizing that a few wardrobe malfunctions wouldn’t hurt anyone.
In the following appointments, Nelenna experimented with strategic clothing mishaps. Sometimes, she would “accidentally” unbutton her blouse too far, revealing the swell of her breasts as she leaned over her clients. Other times, she wore sheer bras beneath thin, white shirts, providing tantalizing glimpses of her nipples as they stiffened under the fabric.
“Wow, it’s hot in here,” she would comment, fanning herself with her hand as her clients’ eyes roamed over her body, their cocks straining against the confines of the sheet.
“Maybe we should adjust the temperature,” they would suggest, their voices laced with lust.
“Good idea,” Nelenna agreed, her heart racing as she actually turned up the heat, knowing full well that her actions were questionable but unable to resist the pull of financial gain.
“Besides, they enjoy it!”
And so, Nelenna continued down this path of ethical compromise, each exposed breast and exposed cock filling her pockets with cash while her conscience barely cried out in protest. And with each passing day, the voice of her conscience grew fainter and fainter, drowned out by the addictive lure of financial security.
As the bills slowly got paid, Nelenna found herself at a crossroads. She knew that her tactics, while morally questionable, were helping her stay afloat financially. Desperate to maintain her newfound security, she chose to push her boundaries further.
“Hey, Nelenna,” one of her regular clients, Tom, said as he entered the massage room. “You look stunning today.”
“Thank you, Tom,” she replied, trying to sound casual. She had chosen to wear a white t-shirt with deep cleavage that was almost transparent when dampened by her sweat from the heat in the room. It clung to her body, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. As she moved closer to Tom, she noticed his eyes lingering on her breasts, which were barely concealed by the flimsy fabric.
“Are you ready for your massage?” she asked, positioning herself so that her cleavage was prominently displayed. Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving her breasts.
“Absolutely, I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he said with a grin.
Throughout the session, Nelenna made sure to bend over and lean in close, giving Tom plenty of opportunities to catch glimpses of her exposed nipples through the sheer material. Each time she did so, she could see his excitement grow, his erection pressing against the sheet that covered him.
“Can you focus on my thighs?” Tom requested, lust evident in his voice.
“Of course,” Nelenna agreed, knowing full well what he really wanted. As she massaged his legs, her fingers crept dangerously close to his cock, causing it to twitch and strain even more against the sheet.
“Oops!” she exclaimed, feigning surprise as her hand brushed against his throbbing erection, “accidentally” pulling the sheet away and exposing him fully.
“Sorry about that,” she murmured, smirking inwardly as she watched Tom’s face flush with arousal.
“Please, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled nervously, his eyes darting between her face and her breasts.
After the session, Tom handed her a generous tip, more than she had ever received from him before. The success of her experiment emboldened Nelenna, pushing her to explore even bolder tactics.
In her next appointment with a different client, Jack, she decided to test the waters by removing her shirt entirely. As she massaged Jack’s back, her bare breasts brushed against his skin, causing him to moan softly.
“Is everything okay?” she asked innocently, feigning concern.
“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, trying to maintain his composure. “Your touch just feels amazing.”
“Thank you,” she replied, allowing her naked breasts to graze against him once more. Jack could barely contain himself, his erection growing harder with every subtle touch.
When the massage was over, Jack gratefully handed her a wad of cash — even more than Tom had given her. It seemed that her willingness to expose herself further had paid off in more ways than one.
As Nelenna pocketed the money, her conscience nagged at her but never for long. She was using her body as a tool to secure the life she so desperately craved.
“A girl has to do what a girl has to do,” she kept repeating to herself.
Nelenna’s schedule began to fill up as clients came back for more, with some of them booking regular weekly visits. Her earnings increased significantly, with her tips often doubling or even tripling what they had been before she started using these tactics. In just a week, she made over two thousand dollars in tips alone. It seemed as though every client left her studio with a satisfied grin.
Despite the influx of cash, Nelenna couldn’t shake the occasional sense of unease that gnawed at her conscience. As she counted her money each night, she found herself wrestling with the ethical implications of her actions. She knew it was unprofessional and morally questionable, but the financial security it provided was too alluring to resist.
“Damn, you’re good,” murmured one of her regulars, Derek, as he lay on the table. His eyes were fixated on the neckline of her thin, white t-shirt, which barely concealed her nipples. Nelenna pretended not to notice, focusing intently on kneading his tense muscles.
“Thank you,” she replied, allowing her fingers to trail along his inner thigh, pushing the cover sheet aside and stopping just short of his erection. She could see the lust in his eyes as he tried to keep his composure.
“Any chance you could, uh, work a little higher?” he asked, gesturing toward his exposed cock.
Nelenna hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew it was wrong, but she also knew that acquiescing would likely result in an even bigger tip.
A surge of energy ran through Nelenna as she considered rubbing all of his body with hot massage oil. “Why should we avoid his cock and balls? It’s skin, too,” she pondered. She could almost savor the thrill of exploring what was forbidden as her hand trailed lower, stopping on his testicles. As she continued the debate going on in her head, she let her fingernails move up the underside of his stiff penis, sending shivers of pleasure through him until they finally reached the head of his shaft. His body shook with bliss from her touch.
“I don’t think I can do what you’re asking for,” she responded, attempting to keep a professional air. “But I do agree that all of your skin should be properly cared for. So, if you want to apply this rejuvenating oil to your penis and testicles, please do.”
Nelenna slowly poured the massage oil over the man’s hands, allowing it to pool in his palms. She watched anxiously as he brought them to his hard cock, eagerly coating it in a layer of slickness. His fingers then moved like wildfire down the shaft, reaching his balls and wrapping themselves around them. Nelenna couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight of the man jerking off in front of her. He moved with focused intent, his breathing becoming shallower and more labored as he worked himself toward completion.
She had never seen a man masturbate before!
And when the session ended, he handed her a generous tip — more than double what he’d given her previously. “You’re worth every penny,” he told her, his eyes lingering on her chest as he left the room.
As the weeks passed, Nelenna found herself becoming more resourceful in her efforts to earn money. The demand was overwhelming, with clients booking appointments weeks in advance just for the opportunity to experience one of her legendary massages.
In the privacy of her apartment, Nelenna struggled sometimes with her choices. She knew that what she was doing went against everything she had been taught about professionalism and ethics. But at the same time, the money she was making allowed her to finally pay off her bills, buy groceries without worrying about the cost, and even start setting aside a little nest egg for emergencies.
It was an emotional tug-of-war, but ultimately, survival won out. Nelenna continued her risqué massage sessions, vowing to do whatever it took to maintain her newfound financial stability — even if it meant compromising her morals and professional integrity in the process. There could not be any value in professionalism if one had died of starvation!
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