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I sunk lower and lower and lower. The cock seemed endless. I could feel it pressing up into my belly, and there was still more to consume. I could feel my anus stretching. Thank God for all of that oil. I could feel my insides stretching to accommodate his massive, bare cock. I had to close my eyes to will myself to not scream. I bit down on my tongue and took a series of slow, controlled breaths. But none of that helped to slow my pounding heart, or calm my spinning mind.

“How does that feel, Mike?” Elaine asked.

“Fucking amazing,” he said with an elated moan.

“Good. Just stay still and relax.” She squirted some oil into her hands and reached down, between my legs, taking my cock. Now I was really frozen stiff. Was she about to jerk me off? Why? What did I do to deserve such a reward? Was she actually happy with what I’d done?

I finally felt the end of his dick as my butt cheeks pressed against his muscular pelvis. He was entirely inside of me—his foot-long dick, stretching my tight butthole wide. I started to bounce slowly up and down, feeling every ridge and vein of his member. It didn’t hurt. It felt really, really strange, kind of like I had to go to the bathroom—or maybe more like I was currently going to the bathroom.

Elaine was doing things with my cock that I’d never even imagined before. She was using her forearms to rub me hard, working my shaft between her fingers, massaging my balls with just the perfect amount of pressure that I was already trembling in a prolonged euphoria. The woman knew what she was doing—she was a pro. She seemed to know the exact perfect spots to rub her fingers to make me tremble and moan.

And then I felt something in my butt—a strange, hot pulsing feeling. It started out small, but it quickly escalated and grew stronger. It felt so good. Every time his cock pressed against that one spot, it felt better and better.

So I started bouncing faster. I started coming down harder. There was a magic button in my asshole and I wanted him to press it as hard and as fast as I could make him. I came down so hard, my butt cheeks slapped into his oiled pelvis. I felt all of the muscles in my body tense up. I felt like I was coming, but it was never-ending, and ten-times more intense. I started moaning, reaching down and sinking my nails into his thighs. He didn’t seem to mind. His cock was as hard as a steel beam, deep in my body.

“I’m about to come,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

“Me too,” I said. I could feel a hot sensation in my cock. It was tingling like mad. Lights were flashing in my eyes. I screamed out loud and then I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came into the palm of Elaine’s hand. Mike came into the depths of my asshole. And my God, it felt so fucking fantastic. I was a squirming mess, inches away from falling off of the massage table and onto the cold floor. Thankfully, Elaine was there to hold me up. She was also there with a soft cloth to wipe Mike’s cock as it slipped out from my butthole, and to catch his creampie as it all fell out of me. She had the whole process worked out to a tee. I was impressed.

“Go get cleaned up and I’ll meet you in my office,” she said to me. “I’ll handle Mike’s payment.”

I got out of there as quickly as I could, happy to be free from the room, but terrified to discover my impending fate. I got the oil wiped off of my butt cheeks and my cock and my hands and I took a seat in the corner of her office.

It was ten minutes later when she came in. She said nothing as she took a seat behind her desk and started scribbling something into her day planner. “Mike booked in for three hour-long sessions next week,” she said. “There’s also a man in the reception room saying he’s got a 12:15 appointment. I’m assuming he’s yours, because he’s not on my schedule.”

“Yeah, he’s mine,” I said.

“That’s in five minutes, just so you’re aware.”

She closed her day planner and stood up. “I’m taking lunch early today. I’ll be back around 1:30. Do you need anything?”

“Um,” I said. What was happening? “No.”

“What should I call you now?”

I just sat there with a blank expression. I didn’t have a female name that I’d been using.

“How’s about Riley. You look like a Riley.”

“Sure,” I said.

She smiled and then left the office for her lunch break.

Why was she acting so cavalier about the whole thing? Why wasn’t she firing me? Why wasn’t she lecturing me? Where was the screaming? Was she saving it for the end of the day, where there were no clients in the building, so she could really lay into me?

It turns out, she wasn’t saving any rage. She had no plans to fire me. I came in the next day and she’d printed out a new schedule for the reception desk that included a whole row for ‘Riley’. I had clients booked in—new clients that she must have booked in. And when I came into the office the day after that, there was a young man sitting behind the desk.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m the new receptionist. Are you here for a massage? Do you have an appointment?” he asked. He reminded me of myself—small, fresh-faced, innocent. How long would that last?

I’d been promoted. I was no longer the receptionist. Now, I was one of the clinic’s massage therapists.

I left the office, got dolled up in a nearby public bathroom, and came back, ready for work. From then on, I showed up for work as Riley. I even showed up for school as Riley. It turned out, I liked being Riley more than I liked being Ryan. As Riley, people liked to be around me. Men couldn’t book in for sessions fast enough. Even my classmates and teachers at school seemed to like me more. I got better grades and everyone wanted to be in my group for assignments, even once I transferred from university over to massage therapy school.

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