This morning, I, John, a dad of 52, stood in front of my mirror, adjusting my favourite checkered shirt and slipping into my trusty old blue jeans. My hair, more salt than pepper these days, was combed neatly back. The sparkle in my eyes was brighter today, filled with a mix of pride and excitement. It was a special day because Zoe, my 19-year-old daughter who reminds me so much of her mom, was starting a new job. She chose a smart white shirt and black pants for her first day at a massage parlour, stepping into her role with confidence.
With a heart full of support, I came up with a plan to surprise Zoe. I thought visiting her at work for a massage would be a perfect way to celebrate her new beginning. Upon arriving at the parlour, the soothing scent of lavender and the gentle sound of music welcomed me, but Zoe was nowhere in sight. A friendly masseur approached and guided me to my session. “Welcome! I’ll be taking care of you today,” they said with a smile.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should ask about Zoe, but then I convinced myself I might have gotten the location wrong. Despite the mix-up, I decided to stay. “Well, it’s my day off, and a bit of relaxation sounds just right,” I thought to myself.
As I prepared for the massage, my thoughts wandered back to Zoe, imagining her hard at work somewhere in the building or perhaps at another location. A tinge of disappointment was quickly replaced by a sense of pride in her independence and drive.
Just as I was getting undressed, something unusual caught my eye. There was a small, hidden compartment under the massage table, veiled by a red curtain. “That’s curious,” I mused, but my attention was soon drawn to another feature of the table—a hole not meant for the head but rather an innovative design for added comfort for men lying face down. The masseur noticed my puzzled look and explained, “It’s a special design to help men feel more comfortable, so nothing gets squished, you know your privates. Pretty clever, right?”
I chuckled, appreciating the thoughtfulness, “Ah, that makes sense. Quite considerate!” With a newfound appreciation for the table’s design, I let the earlier curiosity about the hidden compartment slide. It was time to relax and enjoy the moment, letting the skilled hands of the masseur work their magic.
Lying down, making myself comfortable with the table’s unique feature feeding my old shrivelled cock through the hold, my mind was still filled with thoughts of Zoe. Despite the day not going exactly as planned, the warmth of pride for her achievements and the serene environment of the massage parlour washed over me, blending into a perfect moment of peace and reflection.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my cock from under the table. Shocked and confused, I sat up and looked at Claire. I saw Masseur Claire, grinning mischievously as she massaged my back. “We have an expert working on your other needs in the secret part under the table, good sir, so lay back and enjoy,” she said with a wink.
As I lay back down on the massage table, my mind was racing with confusion and excitement. Who was this secret person under the table? And why were they giving me a handjob while Claire continued to massage my back?
But as their skilled hands worked their magic on my cock, all thoughts of Zoe and the mix-up at the massage parlour vanished from my mind. The sensation was intense and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if every touch and stroke was perfectly calculated to bring me to the brink of pleasure.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt a warm, wet mouth engulf my cock. My eyes snapped open in surprise and I let out a moan of pleasure. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt.
As the mystery person continued to suck and stroke my cock, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Claire’s hands were still working wonders on my back, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.
I couldn’t help but let out a loud groan as I finally reached my climax. The mystery person’s mouth and Claire’s hands worked in perfect harmony to bring me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
“Argh, oh,” I came hard as they continued to suck my raging hard cock.
As I lay there, trying to catch my breath after the intense orgasm, I couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery person was under the table. Was it another masseur? Or perhaps a client who had snuck in for some extra fun? Either way, I was grateful for their skilled hands and mouth, bringing me to such a powerful climax. I couldn’t believe they had swallowed my load.
After that amazing relaxation, I got dressed and prepared to leave. Later on in the day, I realized that my phone was missing. I frantically checked my pockets and my bag, but it was nowhere to be found.
When my daughter Zoe arrived home, before I could even ask her how her first day at work went, she handed me my phone with a blush on her face. “You…you left this, Dad,” she said, avoiding eye contact.
I stared at my daughter in confusion, wondering how my phone ended up in her possession. Wait… But before I could ask any questions, she quickly changed the subject. “So, how was your visit to the massage parlour? Did you enjoy it?”
As I stood there, staring at my daughter with a mix of shock and disappointment, my mind raced with a million questions. How could she not know it was me and not hear me as I talked to Claire? How could she be doing such things to strangers?
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find the right words to say. Zoe could sense my emotions and quickly apologized, tears streaming down her face as well. “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t know it was you. I listen to music while I work to take my mind off of it. I don’t like doing it, but I need the money,” she explained, her voice breaking.
I couldn’t believe what my daughter had just confessed to me. She had been the mystery person under the massage table, pleasuring me without even realizing it was her own father. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.
But as I looked at Zoe’s tear-streaked face, my heart softened and I realized that she didn’t mean to do any harm. She was just trying to make a living, even if it meant compromising her morals and boundaries. And in that moment, I realized that I had failed as a father.
I should have noticed the signs, the endless job applications, the late nights out, and the constant need for money. But I was too caught up in my own world, too busy with work to pay attention to my own daughter. And now, I was paying the price for my negligence.
