Massage Therapy: Short Story

Summary: Goro invites Ashlyn over to his place at the end of her shift.

Ashlyn leaned against the counter of the nurse’s station, her hazel eyes dulled with exhaustion as she read through the last of her shift notes. Her curly black hair was pulled up into a messy bun, strands clinging to her caramel-toned face from a long day spent rushing between patients. Her fitted navy scrubs clung to every curve of her body—her full breasts strained subtly beneath the V-neck, and her shapely hips and thick thighs shifted restlessly as she adjusted her weight. She was drained, an overworked goddess. 

She was just about to return to her last patient when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Curious, she tugged it free with one hand, glancing down at the screen.

Goro: “You want to fuck tonight?”

Ashlyn’s cheeks and lower belly burned with a surge of arousal. She reread the message, her lips parting slightly, her chest rising. Her fingers clenched around her phone as the image of him invaded her mind. His bony bony hands, that filthy grin, and that fat, veiny cock, always helped her get into the mood.

She bit her lip and replied with a single word.

Ashlyn: “Where?”

Seconds later, another buzz.

Goro: “My place. But I plan on keeping you all night… your husband won’t be home, right?”

Her pussy pulsed. A warm gush of arousal seeping into her panties as her knees shifted slightly, subtly rubbing together behind the counter. God, the idea of being kept, of being used all night by that depraved old man, made her breath come fast.

Her lips curled into a sly smirk as she typed a reply.

Ashlyn: “He usually comes home late. But I can always make an excuse.”

She stared at the message before sending it, savoring the anticipation curling in her belly. Then she hit send. 

Ashlyn tucked her phone away and let out a shaky exhale, her thighs pressing tighter, the slick warmth between them making it harder to concentrate. Her shift wasn’t over yet, but mentally, she’d already clocked out. 

All she could think about was Goro, her elderly Japanese lover who seduced her all those months ago. That fateful day when he convinced her to let him give her a massage felt like ages ago. Her mind was filled with all the naughty things they’d do together later. The way he’d fuck her, fill her up in all the ways her husband couldn’t until she was trembling, drenched, and ruined made her so horny and excited. 

Though the last hour of her shift was going to feel like an eternity. 

-

Ashlyn pulled into the dimly lit parking lot, bringing her car to a slow stop in one of the open spots near a lamppost. The apartment complex ahead of her looked old and worn down, with stained walls, rusted stair railings, and flickering lights that cast eerie shadows on the cracked concrete. Definitely a place she expected a person like Goro to live in since he owned his own massage parlor. It had this sketchy, seedy vibe that made her glance over her shoulder twice. But oddly enough, it also made her strangely aroused. 

She sat there for a moment, the engine still running, phone glowing in her hand. She unlocked it and opened the last message he sent.

Goro: “Bldg 4, 2nd floor. Door 205. Backside.”

With a soft exhale, she turned off her car and grabbed her purse, adjusting her coat to cover the cling top and sweats she’d changed into back at the hospital. Her heart was pumping fast, and her panties were already embarrassingly damp. She’d been wet ever since he sent that text during her shift. 

Before stepping out, she pulled up her messages again and opened her husband’s threat. 

Ashlyn: “Hey, babe, just got called in for a night shift. One of the nurses flaked last minute. Don’t wait up, I’ll be home in the morning.”

Sent. Delivered. Read. 

She watched the “typing” bubble pop up for a second, then disappear. No reply. Probably too busy or just didn’t care, as always. But it worked either way. She slipped her phone into her purse and stepped out into the cool night air. 

Traversing the complex felt like walking into another world. She passed old laundry rooms with creepy fluorescent lights, a cracked vending machine, and a row of apartments with barely drawn blinds. Her footsteps echoed softly as she climbed a narrow metal staircase. Her skin prickled with tension, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. 

She rounded the walkway to the back of the building, her eyes scanning for the number 205.

And there it was. 

The door looked old, paint chipped, a worn doormat curled at its edges. She paused in front of it, her breath coming shallow, thighs clenched tight under her coat. Her pussy throbbed, wetter than it had been all day. She could feel the heat pooling there, and the slick fabric of her panties sticking to her folds. 

Her finger hovered over the doorbell, and she pressed it. 

She didn’t have to wait long before she heard the door unlock. It creaked open slowly, revealing Goro standing in the soft glow of the overhead light. He wore nothing but a thin, loosely tied blue silk robe. The fabric clung to his wiry frame, draping over his shoulders and falling open just enough to hint at the lean, sinewy muscle beneath. His chest was dusted with sparse gray hair, his legs were bare, the hem of the robe brushing just above his knobby knees. He stood barefoot on the worn floor, his bony toes curled slightly against the carpet.

His weathered face lit up at the sight of his caramel goddess. That familiar, wrinkled grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his small eyes narrowing with quiet satisfaction. “Ah… Ashlyn,” he said in his soft, raspy Japanese accent, the syllables of her name rolling off his tongue. “So beautiful tonight… You come just like I hoped.”

Ashlyn smiled faintly, her stomach fluttering with a mix of affection and arousal. “Hi, Goro,” she murmured, stepping forward and casually pressing her soft lips against his. The kiss was brief, familiar, and intimate. Something they’d done many times before, as if she belonged there now, as if this was part of their routine. 

He hummed with delight, eyes glinting as he reached for her waist. “Come, come. Take off shoes. Make yourself at home.”

She stepped inside, letting him guide her in, and the door shut behind them. 

His apartment was small and dimly lit, cozy in its own way, but far from perfect. The place had a distinct Japanese aesthetic. Cultural mats covered portions of the floor, paper lanterns hung from the ceiling corners, and a small shrine stood quietly near the back wall. But there was so much clutter: folded laundry left on a chair, empty tea cups scattered about near the sink, and the faint, musky scent of incense and something more primal hung in the air. The aroma hit immediately, thick and heavy, and her pussy clenched at the scent she now associated with him. 

Ashlyn’s eyes scanned the room as she slid her coat off and took off her shoes near the door. Her belly churned, and the damp heat between her legs made her shift subtly in place. 

It was messy and a little grimy, but it was unmistakably his. 

And she was already dripping. 

Ashlyn glanced around with a soft smile. “It’s… kinda nice,” she said, her tone playful. “Very you. Has character.”

Goro chuckled under his breath, padding toward her with that sly glint in his eyes. “Character, hm? I take that as compliment,” he replied, his accent thick and voice low. 

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them and pressed her back against the wall. Her breath hitched as the cool surface met her spine, but then his mouth met hers, and things spiraled.

Their lips crashed together in a wet, hungry smack. Ashlyn moaned into the kiss, her hands instinctively sliding up his sides beneath the open folds of his robe, feeling his naked body beneath. His tongue pushed past her lips, slowly and deliberately, tasting her sweetness, claiming her. He smelled like incense and musk. Her knees wobbled as his male scent filled her senses. 

Goro broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I been thinking about this all day…” Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand cupping her ass through her sweat pants, the other palming the side of her face. She gasped softly, her thighs pressing together as the heat between them grew. 

“Come,” he muttered, pulling away and taking her hand. His grip was firm, his stride slow and eager as he led her down the short hall to his bedroom. 

The room was small. Barely big enough for the modest bed shoved into the far corner. A single lamp glowed on a bamboo nightstand. There was a futon mattress on the floor rolled up tightly, and a folded yukata tossed over a chair. Simple yet lived-in. 

Ashlyn stepped inside, slipping her purse onto a nearby table, her hazel eyes still observing the tight, but intimate space, when she heard the soft click of the door behind her.

She turned her head slightly and saw Goro’s hand sliding the lock into place. He looked at her over his shoulder, eyes dark with carnal lust.

“You stay here tonight,” the old man said, voice thick with promise. 

Ashlyn swallowed, heat rising in her chest. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

Goro licked his greedy lips, his gaze raking over her body with lecherous precision. With a quiet huff, he undid the loose knot at his waist, and the silk robe slid open and fell to the floor. Ashlyn’s lush lips slightly parted with satisfaction the moment her eyes dropped to her prize. 

His cock was already hard and standing proud, thick and veiny, jutting out from his lean, wiry frame. It was always obscene on him, far too big for a man his age and build. But she’d felt it inside her enough times to know it wasn’t just for show. It was real, and it ruined her every time.

Ashlyn salaciously licked her lips, her eyes burning with desire. Without a word, she reached for the hem of her fitted top and peeled it up over her head, revealing her smooth caramel skin and full, perky bare breasts beneath. Her nipples were already stiff. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats and slowly slid them down her curvy hips and thighs, taking her panties with them. A strand of wetness clung to her inner thigh as she peeled her socks off with her pretty, white painted toes. 

Naked now, her skin flushed with heat, she walked toward her lover.

They met at the edge of the bed, mouths locked together again, messier this time. Their teeth grazed, lips were wet, and tongues danced. Goro grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her hips against his as their bodies ground together. Ashlyn giggled playfully against his mouth, her slick clean-shaven pussy brushing against his thigh.  

They stumbled back onto the bed, barely managing to stay upright as they collapsed together. Goro lay back with a groan of satisfaction, his big cock standing tall against his stomach, twitching slightly with primal need.

Ashlyn crawled between his skinny legs, strands of her hair falling in waves as she dipped her head. Her lush lips brushed his leaking tip, soft and teasing, before she slowly wrapped them around him and took him into her welcoming mouth. The old man hissed through his teeth, his bony fingers threading through her curls. 

She bobbed her head gently, using her tongue to swirl and stroke along his throbbing shaft, while adding skillful circular motions that made his mind melt. His size stretched her lips wide, her jaw already feeling somewhat sore, but she loved the feeling of his heat against her tongue. 

As she sucked, her free hand drifted down between her legs. Her slender fingers slipped through her wet folds and moaned more around his cock as she teased her clit. The pleasure shot through her in waves, her fingers curling slightly as she started to pump them into herself. 

Goro let out a deep, guttural groan as his hips bucked upward. 

“Ahhh… yes, Ashlyn… just like that… hai… oohhh,” he muttered in his thick accent, his voice low and full of hunger. 

Ashlyn kept going, the wet sounds of slurping and the slick squelch of her fingers in her pussy filling the small room. She wanted to please him, to tease him, but she also wanted him inside her. Soon.

Goro’s head lolled back against the pillow, his beady eyes fluttering shut as deep, heavy moans escaped his throat. His bony toes spread and curled against the sheets, twitching with pleasure as Ashlyn’s warm, wet mouth slid up and down his thick shaft.

“Ahhh… sugoi… so good…” he rasped, voice strained, his accent more pronounced through his pleasure. “Kimochi ii… Ashlyn… aaah…”

Each slurp echoed in the cramped room, obscene, wet, and desperate. Ashlyn glanced up, watching his face twist in ecstasy as she dragged her tongue along his veiny length. But her own need was burning now. Her thighs were slick, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she teased herself. She wanted him in her. Now.

She pulled off with a lewd pop, thick strings of saliva connected from her swollen lips to his pulsating top as she sat back on her heels. Goro groaned in protest, but he knew better things were to come as he watched her climb up onto him. 

Ashlyn swung a leg over his narrow hips, straddling him, her body hot and flushed in the dim light. She reached up and tugged the band from her messy bun, letting her thick black curls fall in wild waves around her face and shoulders. Her hazel eyes locked onto his, gleaming with lust. 

She wrapped one hand around the base of his slick cock and gave it a slow pump, rubbing the tip along her soaking slit. Goro let out a shaky breath, gripping her hips with eager fingers.

Ashlyn didn’t tease for long. 

With a soft, breathy moan, she began to lower herselft, the head of his cock parting ehr slick folds. Inch by inch, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching wide, clenching greedily around his length. 

Her eyes fluttered back. “Fuck…” she whispered, her hips twitching as she took him deeper. “So big…”

Beneath her, Goro groaned through his teeth, his hands tightening around her waist as he felt her familiar warmth envelope him. 

“You feel… incredible…” he uttered. “So tight… always so tight…”

Alshyn let her hands rest on his chest, steadying herself as she sank all the way to the basem seated fully on his cock. Her breath came in shaky gasps, her thighs shuddering from the stretch and overwhelming pleasure pulsing deep within her core. 

She stayed still for a moment, adjusting, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by her hung, Japanese bull.

Then, with a slow roll of her hips, she began to ride.

Ashlyn moved in slow, deliberate circles as she eased herself up and down his thick cock. The bed beneath them creaked with every lewd motion, old springs groaning under the rhythm of their bodies. Her caramel thighs flexed with each bounce, her full curves bearing down on Goro’s smaller, wiry frame.

He groaned again, his wrinkled hands gripping her waist at first, but quickly sliding down her her plush ass. His fingers spread across her cheeks, kneading the soft flesh as he watched the way her body took him so deeply. 

“Augh… yes… yes… Ashlyn…” he moaned, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her back entrance, teasing her while she rode him with growing urgency. The contrast between her curvy, strong frame and his lean, bony body only made things more sinful. She completely engulfed him, overpowering his size, yet letting him take control in all the ways that mattered. 

Ashlyn leaned forward, her breath hot and heavy against his lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples brushing his skin, slick with sweat. Their eyes met, half-lidded and wild. Without a word, she lowered her mouth onto his and kissed him hard.

Their lips met in a wet, starved clash, tongues immediately dancing in sync. Goro groaned into her as she moaned softly back, sloppily swapping saliva between them. Her hips never stopped moving; grinding down, milking his cock with each pass. 

He squeezed her ass tighter, guiding her rhythmn, encouraging her to fuck him deeper, harder. The creaking of the bed grew louder, filling the room along with the sound of flesh meeting and their muffled moans between kisses. 

Ashlyn pulled back, panting heavily. “You like being under me, huh?” she murmured, her voice breathy and teasing.

Goro’s smile was wicked, his hands still full of her ass. “I love it… You feel like heaven,” he growled, thrusting his hips to meet her, making her gasp as he hit just the right spot inside her. 

Ashlyn whimpered and dove back into his mouth, kissing him fiercely as she rode him faster. Her pussy clinging around him as if begging for release. 

Her breath hitched, her moans rising in a pitch as her hips began to stutter. Her white painted nails dug into Goro’s chest, her thighs trembling as she bounced faster, grinding down on him with desperate, lustful thrusts. The heat in her belly surged to its peak. Then, she broke. 

“F-fuck—Goro!” she cried out, her voice shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. “Ouuuuhhhhhhh!

Her pussy clenched violently around his cock like a coiling anaconda, milking him, fluttering in mind-melting waves. A gush of wet cream spilled out around him, dripping down his shaft and onto his heavy balls, soaking his crotch. Her entire body quivered, and her moans turned into soft whimpers as her climax pulsed through her like an electric current. 

“Gah… so tight… so good… sugoi…” Goro groaned, barely able to hold himself back from spewing his load inside her right then and there. The sight of her cumming all over him, the fee of her hot walls spasming around his cock was all too much. 

He grabbed her hips firmly, lifting her off his cock with surprsing strength leaving a wet, sticky pop. She gasped, still shaking, but let him move her without resistance. Her body fell forward onto the mattress, arms trembling as she pushed herself onto her elbows. Her ass rose high, glistening with sweat, her folds still twitching and wet with her juices. 

Goro got behind her immediately, his bony hands gripping her hips with urgency. He hudied his cock back to her entrance, rubbing his head through her messy slit before lining it up again. 

“Ready for more?” he asked. 

Ashlyn only nodded, biting her lip and looking over her shoulder, her curls damp and clinging around her flushed face. 

He pushed in, slow and deep. 

“Mhhmm, fuck, yes…” she hissed, her fingers gripping the sheets as he filled her again. Her pussy welcomed him back eagerly, slick and throbbing. 

Goro began to thrust, hip slapping against her shapely ass as he fucked her from behind. The bed rocked with their passion, the headboard tapping against the wall. His fingers dug into her smooth skin, pulling her back onto him with each deep stroke. 

Ashlyn moaned into the mattress, her back sexily arching as her boobs bounced with every thrust. “God… yes… ah ah ah… fuck me, baby…”

He groaned in response, his pace increasing, the sound of their slapping skin and heavy breaths echoing off the walls. 

Their bodies kept clapping together in a perfect rhythm they had perfected ever since they started this affair. Goro’s hoips slammed against Ashlyn’s ass, his cock driving deep into her slick, tight pussy from behind. The messy sounds of sex filled the air, joined by the humidity of their hot bodies consuming the small space around them.

“Hmm, ouuhh… give me that cock, Goro… fuck me harder… deeper…” Ashlyn panted, glancing over her shoulder with her lips parted, sweat trickling down her temple. “You like this pussy, old man?” 

“Ahhh… hai, hai… so good… so fucking good,” Goro grunted, his voice thick and slurred with lust. “Kimochi ii… Ashlyn no manko… so warm… so wet…”

Ashlyn moaned loudly at the filthy praise, her walls fluttering around him. “Hmmm, look what you’re doing to me… You made me cum so hard, baby. I fucking creamed for you… You’re the only one that can do that to me…”

He snarled, grasping her hips tightly, then suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her arms from behind. 

“Hm? O-oh?” she gasped, caught off guard. 

Without answering, Goro straightened up and pulled her body with him, forcing her to arch her back against his chest. He hooked his arms under hers and locked them behind her back, his wrists trapping hers as he held her in place. 

Ashlyn’s belly fluttered with excitement, being pinned like that—her legs spread, his cock buried deep inside her as she moaned uncontrollably. 

“Hmmm… yes… hold me just like that. Fuck, Goro—what are you doing to me?”

“Shhh… just feel,” he whispered hotly into her ear, his breath tickling her neck. “You’re my slut… I take control.”

He thrust harder now, pounding up into her from behind as he held her arms in place, her body trapped against his skinny old body. Her tits swayed wildy with each connecting motion, her nipples stiff and sensitive from the friction. His cock hit deeper in this angle, rubbing agianst the sweet spot that made her toes curl.

Ashlyn moaned shamelessly, her voice high and sultry. “F-fuck! Don’t stop! Goro, you’re going to make me cum again! Ouuuuhhh!”

“Unnn… Ashlyn… kawaii bitch… you’re mine tonight,” he grunted, his voice labored and husky. 

Her cries grew louder, her entire body shaking in his grasp. Her arms were still locked behind her, her back arched, her thick thighs quivering as he pounded up into her from behind with relentless force. Every stroke hit that perfect, devastating spot inside her, pushing her past the edge once more. 

“Ahh—fuck! I’m cumming! Fucckkkkkkk!” she screamed, her voice cracking as her pussy clamped down around his cock.

A rush of slick cream gushed from her, soaking his shaft as her second orgasm tore through her. Her legs gave out under her, but Goro held her steady, panting against the back of her neck with a strained growl. 

“Augh… gah… Ashlyn…” he hissed, his control crumbling. 

He released her arms and let her fall forward onto the bed, her chest hitting the mattress with a breathless moan. In one smooth motion, Goro shifted, his knees planting on either side of her thighs as he crouched low, feet braced on the mattress, gripping her waist tightly. 

He fucked her hard and fast, using the new angle to bury himself even deeper, slamming against her ass with every furious thrust. 

Ashlyn moaned into the sheets, lost in the overstimulation. “God—yes—keep fucking me! Give it to me, Goro! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His voice broke into ragged Japanese murmurs, his face scrunching in bliss and strain. “Kuso… so good… can’t hold it!”

Then, his body jerked. His thrusts slowed and deepened, his back arched, and a guttural moan ripped through his throat. 

“EEAAAYYYAAAHHHHHHH—ASHLYN!”

His heavy balls tightened, then contracted hard. He shoved himself to the hilt inside her, driving his cock as deep as it would go and came. Thick hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, coating her insides, filling her completely. He stayed there, twitching, groaning, his hands digging into her hips as he emptied himself inside her. 

Ashlyn gasped, feeling his warmth pour into her, her pussy still pulsing as if milking every last drop.

Goro slowly slumped forward, panting heavily against her back, his cock still buried deep inside her soaked, quivering cunt. 

“Such a good fuck,” he whispered, giving her ass a playful spank. “I’m not done with you yet…”

-

Some time passed in the warm, musky haze of Goro’s dim bedroom. The sweat on their bodies had somewhat dried, their breaths had steadied, and the tension between her legs had since melted away, but she still craved for more. 

She lay on her side now, her back pressed against Goro’s bony chest, his thin arms wrapped possessively around her torso. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the gentle creak of the bed as Goro moved again, his cock sliding back inside her slick, leaking folds from behind.

Ashlyn exhaled a shaky breath, eyelids fluttering as she curved her back slightly, giving her Japanese lover a better angle. “Yes… Just like that, Goro,” she purred, a soft moan slipping from her lips as his hips began to rock into her.

He groaned low in his throat, his hands lazily gliding over her stomach, then down to her hips. The thrusts were slow now, deep and unhurried, each one savoring the way she wrapped around his cock.

“You feel so good,” he muttered against the back of her neck, kissing her nape. “Soft… warm… addicted to this…”

Ashlyn smiled lazily, her breath catching again when he angled just right, his tip pressing against her cervix. “You say that every time…”

“Because it’s true,” he chuckled, slowly grinding into her again. “You were made for me… and Layla too, hehe.”

She rolled her eyes even as she moaned in response to a deep thrust hitting her weak spot. “Ugh… of course you’d bring her up while you’re still inside me.”

Goro cackled, shameless and smug. “Why not? Mmm… both of you… so perfect. I think about you all the time. When can I fuck you together again?”

Ashlyn huffed out a breath, the amusement not quite hiding her arousal. “Didn’t you just see her like… two days ago?”

“Yes,” he said plainly, kissing the back of her shoulder. “Not enough. I want you both again. Soon.”

Ashlyn shook her head, gasping softly as he rolled his hips and pushed a little deeper. Her walls hugging him tighter. “You’re insatiable, you dirty old bastard.”

“Maybe,” Goro whispered into her ear. “But you like it, no?”

She didn’t argue, her fingers slid between her thighs, stroking herself as he continued to fuck her from behind, their bodies locked in a slow, inimate spoon. It was filthy, tender, and it was exactly what she needed. 

Their bodies began to pick up speed, their sensual movements giving way to something needier, rougher. Goro’s grip tightened on her hip as he thrust harder, each stroke deeper, more deliberate, his pelvis smacking softly against her ass with every motion. Ashlyn moaned, her fingers still gliding over her clit as her body rocked with his.

“F-fuck… Goro…” she breathed, arching into him, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder. “Harder… don’t stop…”

Goro grunted into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Mmm… you want it again? Such a needy slut.”

“Yes—just like that—god—” Her voice cracked into a whimper as her third orgasm built rapidly. Her body tensed, her legs curling slightly as he pussy clenched down on his cock once more. 

She came again, softer this time, her whole body pulsing as pleasure rolled through her like a slow wave. Goro wasn’t far behind.

His strokes grew shorter, heavier, and more urgent. “Ashlyn… I’m… ngghh—”

She could feel it. The way his cock throbbed inside her, how his hips stuttered before sinking balls deep with one last, shaking thrust. He groaned low in his chest as his cock twitched, spilling his hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside her for the second time that night. 

Ashlyn purred softly, her hand falling away from her aching clit as her body relaxed into his. Goro wrapped an arm around her chest and held her close, his breathing still jagged in her ear. 

A quiet silence settled between them. Only the hum of the fan and the slowing beat of their hearts remained. 

Ashlyn blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “God… I could go again,” she murmured, her lips curving into a tired smile.

Goro chuckled, his hand idly groping her soft breasts. “I’d keep going all night… if you didn’t look like you're about to pass out.”

She laughed lightly. “Yeah… I guess that twelve-hour shift caught up to me after all…”

He kissed her shoulder, pulling her tighter against his chest. “Sleep, Ashlyn… we still have all morning…”

Her eyes drifted shut, her smile still faint on her lips. Filled, spent, and finally at peace, she let exhaustion pull her under, cradled in the arms of the one man who ruined her in the best possible way…