Anna’s Tales: My Sexual Fantasy

I’m an erotic masseuse. Basically, I give hand jobs for a living. I’ve been doing it for a year. I see approximately fifteen clients a week, which equates to being a happy ending pro. Every guy is different and each client likes his cock stroked in a different way. Some men prefer me to start slowly then end hard and fast. Others like their dicks squeezed tightly while being stroked. If the guy is uncircumcised, I go easy on the tip (too sensitive!) and if circumcised, stroke at full range. Most guys likes their balls played with. Despite the variations, nearly all clients ask what turns me on. They look up at me from the massage table, while I’m hovering over their lubed-up cocks, and beg for a sexual fantasy to send them over the edge. And I deliver.

I fantasize about being with a very beautiful lesbian, I tell them. One with plump, authentic breasts, toned abs, curvy hips, bright pink nipples, and a shaved pussy. And one who knows how to pleasure the female body.

It’s true. Despite the fact that my sexual partners are male, my fantasies—the things I think about when I masturbate, lie with females. Perhaps it’s because I have my hands wrapped around the hard cocks of more than a dozen men each week that causes me to crave the soft, curvy flesh of women. And taste their girly juices. My fantasy woman wears a strap-on and intermittently fucks me while pulling out to suck my nipples and lick my clit. She is relentless and no part of my body goes untouched.

Since the first time I mentally played out this scenario while masturbating, I have never stopped.

It all began when I was working as a Webcam girl. I was new and wanted to get ideas from some of the other girls. What did they say? How did they strip? What kind of sex shows did they perform? I’d view them to get tips and as I watched them spread the lips of their pussies, and throw back their heads in delight, I found myself getting wet. I’d have to leave intermittently from my “research” to quench my own desires under my bedroom sheets. It was then that I realized that pussy turns me on.

One time while I watched a popular camgirl perform, she belted a strap-on with a large dick and then fucked her camgirl counterpart from behind. She reached around and cupped the dangling breast of the fuckee, who moaned in pleasure. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen or keep my fingers out of my pussy. And based on the number of viewers and the amount of tipping that was occurring, I wasn’t the only one enjoying the performance.

And there you have it—the sexual fantasy of Annabelle, The Erotic Masseuse. Usually, I don’t get to finish my story by the time the client comes. But they always come back.