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I had my day job, however during those years, my family needed additional income so I went to a massage school that could employee me during weekend. Having graduated with the highest grade point average, I was accepted at the high-class massage parlor in Washington DC. We did not accept any clients at the parlor; we went to their places. This particular massage parlor just serviced very high-class clients, such as movie stars, politicians, etc. All of my clients were well known people. Therefore, I had to be able to keep secrets all the time. I have been out of the industry for more than ten years and would like to tell some of my experiences.

It was in the fall of 1980. The weather was very bad outside. Thunderstorms blasted over and over again. The rain fell vigorously. I was with my wife and we were having sex. I was pumping her wildly, and was ready to cum when suddenly the phone rang.

“Hello, this is Albert” I answered the phone.

“This is Suzanne from Heavenly Fingers, are you available right now? John the masseur on call is sick today, could you substitute for him?” she begged me.

“How much per hour?”

“Since this is emergency, we will pay you $250,” she replied.

Having financial difficulties, I agreed right away with the rate. I pulled my dick out and told my wife that I had to work right now. She was so disappointed, but she understood that it was a good pay. I took shower right away, and put on my briefs as required by the massage parlor, and also a white shorts and T-shirt. None of us were allowed to wear boxers while we worked. This is to avoid undesirable exposure to the clients.

As I arrived at the room, I met the security guard. I knew right away this must be a high profile individual. They checked me to make sure that I did not carry any weapons.

They walked me to the guestroom of the suite. I was waited for about ten minutes before my client showed up. To my surprise it was Prince Phillip, the husband of Queen Elizabeth II.

“Hi! How do you do?” he greeted me warmly.

“I am fine,” I replied.

“What is your name?” he asked me.

“Albert Donovan”

He was about six two or six three and had broad shoulders. At the moment he wore a white long sleeve shirt, and dark gray pants. He had just come back from a function.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked me.

“I am sorry, I cannot drink while I am on job,” I answered.

“Oh, I see” he murmured.

“I believe you know how much I will pay you?” he asked me again.

“Yes” I answered briskly.

“I could give you extra if you can do good job” he said as he winked his eye. I was puzzled with what he said. A moment later, he started to take off his clothes, down to only his underwear, which were white, classic briefs. He had such a gorgeous body, wide shoulders and a small waist. He was kind of hairy also.

We went to the bed, and he lay down on his belly. I started with his feet, and then to his calves and thighs. I could hear him moan as I pressed hard on his thigh, but it seemed he enjoyed the pressure. After I was done with the legs, I went to the butt. I pulled his briefs down. I was always intrigued by men’s underwear, so I took a peek to find out what brand he wore. They were St. Michael brief’s made by Marks and Spencer. As I pulled the waistband down, the beautiful full butt got exposed. I massage wildly, and he moaned uncontrollably. He kept saying how good it was feeling. I used my special magic trick. I rimmed his ass hole with my finger. I could not believe how he jumped in joy.

“What did you do?” he exclaimed happily.

“This is our trademark trick from our company,” I replied cunningly.

“DO IT AGAIN! It felt so good,” he ordered me. I did it many times. I had a hard-on myself, just by doing this. I massaged his upper body and head. Finally, I asked him to flip over. Then I massaged his chest, and kept going down.

“Sir, one of our trademark tricks in our company is penis massage. Do you want me to do this to you?” I asked him before I proceeded.

“Go ahead as long as it feels good,” he answered me shortly. I got some oil, and played with his stomach. I gave him foreplay first before I went to the target. He closed his eyes, enjoying my skillful fingers. I pulled down his brief slowly. As I pulled it down, the thick pubic hair started to be exposed. The dick was still limp, but it was obvious that it had been hard from the rimming a moment ago.

I put some oil on my palm, and oiled his dick, and then I started to play with his hole again. Within minute, I could see the dick start to come to life again. When his dick was half hard, I took in my hand and I stroked it up and down. It was not more than thirty seconds before his dick was as hard as a flagpole. It was easily 7.5” to 8”. As I pulled back the foreskin, he screamed in joy. I held the foreskin down with my left hand, and I stroke the cock head with my right hand.

“It was good boy,” he murmured.

The cock was getting more and more red. The precum started coming out, functioning as an additional lubrication. As the foreskin got softer, and stayed down at the base of the cock, I used my left hand to finger-fucked his ass hole. While I finger fucked his ass hole, he just looked at the ceiling emptily. Finally, all of my middle finger was in his ass. I worked both ways. I got faster as his breath got heavier. Then at the final moment, he screamed and held the bed rim tightly while his cock head erupted with jets of thick white sperm. It flew as high as one foot. It was the most gigantic eruption that I had ever seen, next to Sean Connery’s. It covered his stomach and chest. He was motionless for about a minute or two. I got a towel, and cleaned him up.

After he pulled himself together, he stood up, and asked me to sit at the sofa. I kept looking at his monstrous red dick that was hanging down between his legs while he was talking to me.

“You are the best man. I have never had an orgasm that was that gigantic and fantastic,” he applauded me. He walked to his bed and put on his briefs before handing me $1000. He thanked me a lot. He called his security guard, and a moment later the security guard showed up. The security guard and I walked out the room. On the way to the elevator, the security guard said, “He is enormous, is he not?” He left with big smile in his face.

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