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A week later, John found himself outside the door of Magic Hands. He had booked an appointment with the registered owner of Magic Hands, Summer Raine. He figured if there was any illegal activity going on in the massage parlor, she would know. He’d gone over the financial reports, phone records and tax returns, nothing seemed out of order. So, he decided to visit and wait to be propositioned.
The parlor was on a back street off the main drag, which made sense. It was close enough to the bars to attract after hours clients, without being too obvious and attracting unwanted attention. With a wry grin John laughed as he thought that their plan hadn’t really worked. And if something illegal was going on in the massage parlor, he’d find out.
John was wearing the same faded jeans, with a different crumpled shirt. He’d added a day-old beard to the hair that still needed to get cut. He definitely didn’t look like a cop. Hell, he didn’t even look like he could afford a damn massage. It was the perfect cover for a seasoned vice detective.
With an air of confidence, he walked into the quaint shop and took a casual look around. Everything seemed to be on the up and up and didn’t set off any alarm bells. The beautiful Blasian (Black and Asian mixed) woman at the front desk greeted him with a friendly smile.
“Hi, welcome to Magic Hands, I’m Summer. Can I help you, today?” she asked, cautiously eyeing him.
At first glance, John had to admit the woman didn’t look much like a prostitute, let alone a Madame. She was young, not even thirty. And very petite; barely reaching his shoulder. She was so tiny in fact, she made John feel large and clumsy.
“Yes, my name is Donnie Srisuk. I have an appointment for a full massage.”
“Welcome, Mr. Srisuk. Is this your first time here?”
“Yes... A friend referred me.”
“No problem. I just need to get some information from you, and we can get started. Do you mind filling out this contact form for me?” she asked, handing him a clipboard with a couple of forms attached.
“Sure... No problem.”
Her smile was brilliant as she welcomed him to Magic Hands. Summer was stunningly attractive, and John was instantly floored by her delicate beauty. He could hardly keep his eyes off of her as he completed the short form. He nodded blankly as she explained the process, trying not to gawk. It didn’t work. John couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, no matter how hard he tried.
“So, if you’ll ready, I’ll take you to your room,” Summer politely smiled.
As she led him to a private room, John got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. She was tiny, but very shapely, with a near perfect ass. Summer was in a word, mesmerizing. John hoped that he was better at hiding his identity as an undercover vice cop than he was at resisting the urge to stare at a beautiful woman.
Summer didn’t seem to mind his lustful gaze. In fact, she appeared to be flattered. “Please strip down to your bare flesh,” she said, handing him a thin hospital like robe. “Here’s a robe you can wear, if you’re modest.”
While he undressed, the masseuse left the room. After considering the nature of his assignment, John decided not to bother with the robe. He was well built and fairly well endowed. So, he wasn’t the least bit ashamed of his body. Tossing the robe on a chair, he lay on the massage bed on his belly, and waited. John had booked an appointment for the, Magic Hands Happy Ending Special. He wasn’t sure what the happy ending was, but he suspected it had something to do with sex. So, the detective figured if this was truly a front for prostitution, then Ms. Raine wouldn’t mind his nudity.
The masseuse quietly came back into the room, wearing a short, silk, Kimono like robe. John smiled; he was now convinced there was some validity to the prostitution allegations. Summer didn’t notice his celebratory grin. She smiled professionally and slipped her short robe from her body. She stood straight, with her tiny breasts pushed out, as if for his inspection. John nodded his approval, feeling his dick throb, pinned beneath his body.
Summer immediately went to work, massaging his stiff back muscles. As she massaged his shoulders and back John felt all his pinned-up anger, frustration and stress dissipate. Suddenly, he felt as if he was melting beneath her tiny hands. By the time she climbed onto the bed and straddle his ass, he was in heaven. He groaned with pleasure as her hot pussy pressed onto his ass cheeks. Her long, dark hair brushed his bare back as her fingers worked their magic.
At this point, John’s dick was so hard he couldn’t lie on his belly any longer. This was going to be one of the easiest arrests he would ever make, he quickly decided. He considered busting her there and then, but his body was so relaxed he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Actually, Summer hadn’t done anything worth arresting her for. All she had done was massage his back, while nude. At best, he could get her on an indecent exposure charge. And the prosecutor would probably decline to charge her, since Summer had no prior offenses. Her record was squeaky clean. She’d never even had a parking ticket. John knew he needed more evidence if he wanted his bust to stick.
Hard as a slab of granite, he asked, “Can I turn over now? This position is uncomfortable.”
“Sure,” she answered, lifting up, so John could turn over onto his back. Summer tried not to giggle, as he rolled over revealing his raging hard on. In this position John’s long dick was reaching for the ceiling. Summer ignored it, even though it jabbed at her belly, as she massaged his chest.
Without warning, Summer leaned over and softly kissed him. Her lips were extremely soft and inviting. John didn’t resist. Aroused, he slid his tongue into her eager mouth. Deeply he kissed her, pulling her into his arms.
Summer moaned with pleasure and delight as he massaged her teardrop shaped breasts. She allowed him to caress them briefly before she broke their embrace. Pushing him down on the massage bed, she went back to massaging his chest. Her pussy teased the head of his dick as she did.
John was feeling completely relaxed and thoroughly aroused. It had been months since he enjoyed the warmth of a woman. He was so horny, and Summer was so damn sexy. John tried to resist, but he couldn’t help himself. Losing the battle between right and wrong he did something he knew he shouldn’t have done.
Sure, he was a policeman on a case, but he was also a man. Summer was irresistible, and he was rock hard. John’s body needed her, and he was convinced Summer wanted him. So, he grabbed her slender hips and pulled her onto his big, hard dick. Before she could protest, he lifted his hips and thrust into her.
Oddly, Summer wasn’t surprised by his action. Actually, she expected it. In fact, she wanted it to happen. She whimpered slightly, as his big dick pierced her tight opening. It felt good and she liked it. Pushing him flat on his back, she took control of the action.
With a big sexy smile clued on his face, John lay back as Summer rode his throbbing dick. He savored how tight and wet her pussy was. He loved how his dick felt as she ground deeply onto him. He watched as she squeezed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples, enhancing her pleasure. Her hips swayed back and forth driving him deeper inside of her.
John was too aroused to last long. He was certain he would explode any second. But his beautiful masseuse had other ideas. As soon as she felt his manhood jerk, she pulled up off his thick dick. Wiggling down the table until she was on her knees and elbows, she took hold of the throbbing dick. Summer looked into John’s eyes and smiled at him, before licking his shaft with long, slow deliberate licks.
The flat of her tongue felt amazing on the back of his dick. Wrapping his fingers in her long, glossy, mahogany hair, John groaned in pleasure. He enjoyed watching her as much as he enjoyed her licking tongue. The sensation of lust coursing through his body was driving him crazy. He thrashed on the massage bed, fighting the urge to come.
Summer licked the bulbous head, circling it to flick the tip of her tongue over the edge and into the slit. She concentrated on the little ‘V’ at the base of the head of his dick. She giggled as John bucked his hips and moaned in complete surrender.
Slowly she sucked his manhood into her mouth. Summer was so pretty, and so tiny. The sight of her sucking his dick was almost enough to make the detective come. But she was skilled. Summer knew when he was on the edge. She’d draw back, just enough to make him relax. Then, she licked and sucked him again to bring him back to the threshold of an orgasm.
John lost count of the number of times she had him ready to explode. He reveled in the sight of her taking his long shaft into her small mouth, repeatedly. Her hungry mouth was always busy on his dick. Her head bobbed up and down, as she sucked and licked his veiny cock.
He held her head, enjoying the pleasure that she was giving him. And when she looked up and smiled at him, he breathed, “You’re amazing,” confirming how wonderful she was. Understandably, Summer didn’t verbally respond.
He watched as she licked his manhood from the tip to the base, and back again. Then she sucked the head deep into her warm mouth. When she pulled away, there was a string of pre-cum linking her lips to his dick. It was so erotic, he almost exploded then and there. Everything about the beautiful mixed-race woman was exciting to the Thai man. She knew exactly how to drive him mad.
As Summer lapped up his seminal fluid, John moaned and thrust his hips, to show that he wanted her to take his dick into her mouth. Summer smiled, sensing his need. She moved forward, slightly. And then, in an instant, she deep throated him, swallowing over half of his length.
John gasped as he felt her throat muscles start to milk his dick. He knew that there was no way he would be able to control himself. Once again, her tongue swirled over his erection. Her mouth sucked and her throat milked him. It was over. The vice detective let the sensation of floating take him.
In just a few moments John felt his semen squirt from his dick, right into her throat. Summer’s fingers moved to his anus. He moaned as he felt his balls refill. The massage of his prostate gland tipped the scales. Summers sucking mouth had the detective singing soprano and he was clearly a baritone. The gifted, young woman was so skilled that she kept him coming for several agonizing minutes.
John grunted as the last drop of his scalding cum flooded into the sucking mouth of his beautiful Thai masseuse. Raising her head, she licked her lips. Then she smiled at him. “I take it that you’ve enjoyed your experience at Magic hands.”
“Thoroughly,” John grinned as he pulled her up over his body. He kissed her soft, pouty, lipstick stained lips. His tongue slid into her mouth. His hand grabbed her tiny ass, and held her to him.
John was pleasantly surprised. Their session had been a lot more intimate and intense than he had expected. And although he had sworn never to let another woman into his life, John found himself infatuated with Summer. He felt such an attraction to this tiny woman he didn’t know what to make of it.
They locked eyes and smiled at each other. They shared another tender kiss, before Summer regretfully pulled away. “Thank you for choosing Magic Hands. I hope you will consider us for all of your massage needs.”
“I certainly will,” John nodded. “Thank you. You’re great.”
“It’s my pleasure,” she smiled as she put her robe back on. “You may get dressed now. I will meet you out front when you are ready.”
“Thank you,” he answered.
Seconds later, she was gone. John pulled on his shorts with shaky hands. As he put on his jeans and shirt, he pondered what had happened. He wasn’t certain that Summer had broken the law. When he thought about it, he realized he was the one who initiated the sex act. In fact, Summer never once mentioned sex or money. In retrospect, he decided he had nothing on her. A jury might view the sex act as innocent and mutually consensual. He’d have to visit again.
After pulling himself together, he walked out to the front desk. Summer was on the phone when he came out. For some reason, when she smiled at him, his heart started to pound. With considerable difficulty, he pushed his feelings for Summer aside, and he paid for his massage, making sure he got a receipt.
John needed the receipt to start building the evidence file. He knew his assignment wouldn’t be as easy as he initially thought. Although he needed to see if more than one girl was offering sex for money, he wanted to see Summer, again. And as he made a second appointment, he heard himself ask if she would honor him by being his personal masseuse.
Summer blushed as she took the appointment. She, too, was puzzled by their incredible connection. She’d been abused when she was younger. The experience made her cynical about men and sex. Ironically, it was the reason she ran the massage parlor. It was merely a way for her to have sex, while feeling nothing for the man in the process. Men where only good for sex and money in her opinion. She had never felt anything but contempt for her male clients who came for sex, until she met John.
John literally disrupted her world. Summer felt so attracted to him and so drawn to him physically and emotionally that it had shocked her. She found herself watching him leave, wishing he’d stay, and looking forward to his next appointment. Her feelings for him scared her.
