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The first time Jon went in for a massage for his back pain, he got more than he bargained for, but he certainly couldn't complain about the service.

At the end of the day, his back felt worlds better than it did before, and he was able to return to his job, whether or not he was actually happy with that fact.

"Guess there's a reason why my insurance is paying for this," he grumbled, as he made his way back to the massage parlor. It was his fifth visit, and though he'd only ever given the practice a chance because he was forced to, he found himself feeling a little bit better, every time he ended up going for a treatment.

A massage was only a temporary solution to a permanent problem, however, and that meant he'd be coming back for years, if he didn't end up getting surgery, or preferably, a different job.

If this is the downside to that, I'm not really gonna complain...

Jon wasn't dumb enough to turn away from a good time, and though Dawn, his masseuse, was incredibly skillful with her paws, she had a certain fancy for Jon that she didn't feel for any of her other patients. Whenever he was in need of another treatment, Dawn would cancel whatever appointment came after his and move it to another day, wanting more than the usual hour time slot to perform her healing rituals upon him.

Simply put, she never stopped her paws at his back, anymore, and though Jon felt the tiniest sliver of guilt about the fact that they were breaking a social taboo, such feelings were always washed away by delicate, caring paws that treated Jon's slim, lithe figure like a map; pawtips moved skillfully and knowingly across the best path of travel and highlighted every special stop along the way, like a set of seasoned travelers on a familiar expedition.

Though he was overreaching his bounds anymore, Jon couldn't help lifting his shirt up just a little bit before Dawn even made her way out to the receptionist desk that afternoon.

"You know...we typically prefer that our customers leave their clothes on until they're escorted into the back," Dawn murmured. Her lips thinned with a professional frustration, but in the telling orbs of her amethyst eyes, Jon could see that she was pleased to have his presence once again, and without a need to be, she was sly about crooking one of her pawtips by the side of her desk, knowing Jon would catch the signal and make his way over.

Familiar as he was with their routine anymore, Jon was still trembling with the littlest bit of nerves as he walked across the small waiting room, toward the actually massage parlor in the back. "My sincerest apologies," he replied, trying to act the part of a gentleman. "I'd hate to cross such inappropriate lines."

Dawn smirked and rolled her eyes. " Bull. Shit. Just get back there and make yourself comfortable, hm?"

There was something about the way that Dawn managed to keep a professional, no-nonsense attitude about their relationship that was an unusual turn-on for Jon. She always kept full control of their appointments, and she made it clear that she wasn't going to take any guff from Jon or any other male, even if she did quite enjoy his company.

She was a powerful woman, and Jon tried to think about anything else as he made his way into the back and stripped his clothes down. Quickly forming a pile of fabric on the floor, Jon stepped out of his shorts and went flat on his back on the table, before pulling a towel over his lap.

Covered only from the ends of his thighs to the slim birth of his stomach, Jon took in a deep, nervous breath and closed his eyes. He always tried to look more relaxed than he actually was, and his ears were the only thing to alert him to the quiet, approaching steps of Dawn's footpaws.

"You're supposed to be coming here to get a back massage, Jon."

There was a hint of distaste in Dawn's voice, but Jon was used to that. He even grinned at the sound of her voice as he nodded knowingly to her, his eyes still closed. "I'm aware, but I feel like I've been working my stomach harder because of my sore back. Perhaps my core muscles could use some attention?"

Thin, lightly tan fur covered Jon's midsection, and being little more than peach fuzz, it allowed Dawn to easily see the small ridges and lines of taut, toned abdominal muscles. They were impressive enough to gaze upon, and Dawn snickered as she decided to play along.

"I mean, I'm the medical professional here, but I guess we can go with your theory," Dawn chided him as she closed and locked the door behind her.

Jon opened cracked his eyes open a touch as he felt wide, open palms resting just below his chest. His ploy worked, but it only did because Dawn decided to go along with his idea, and somehow, knowing that she was still in control of everything only added to Jon's enjoyment. He couldn't keep low, rumbling growls from escaping the base of his throat as Dawn kneaded her pawtips into the middle line of his abdomen, causing the tense muscles around it to release and relax, as if she was the one controlling his nervous system.

He certainly felt like he couldn't move when her pawtips hesitated at the edge of his towel. She was giggling quietly, and he couldn't quite tell that she was staring at his bulge under the towel, watching it jump and react each time that she found a sore or sensitive spot. "Seems that everything is still...shall we say, working?"

"T-that's gooooooood..." Jon drawled out as her claws tickled their way down to his waistline, but realizing she was actually addressing him, he shook his head and tried to avoid getting so dreamy. "I, uh...I mean, that's good! That's good to hear. Yeah."

Giggling once again and waiting at the edge of his towel, Dawn rolled her eyes very lightly before casting her gaze back to Jon. "It certainly is, my little otter. Shall I lift this towel and get to the real massage...?"

"A-actually," Jon cut in, bringing a look of surprise to Dawn's expression, "Before you do...c-could you massage my tusks?"

Jon was clearly nervous to ask, and it left the puma with a little confusion, knowing everything else they'd shared together. "I'm not as familiar with facial workings," she admitted, "But I can certainly give it a try, if you'd like."

Dawn had no idea just how satisfied Jon would be, even as she leaned over his body, allowing her breasts to smash down and settle against his abdomen. That particular act was enough to leave Jon flushing, but as her pawtips tickled and brushed against his fangs, his face tensed up, and a low, desperate rumble escaped his lips.

"Y-yeah...like that," he groaned, as Dawn rubbed the long, thick tusks and gazed over them curiously.

She'd never known someone to enjoy having their teeth toyed with before, but Dawn wasn't about to question the pleasure that she offered to her favorite client. Instead, she smiled and inspected his tusks as she caught his cock springing to life out of the corner of her eye, bouncing up with such powerful throbs that it cast the towel up and away, leaving his entire package exposed.

"This...this is a first for me, Jon," she confessed, "But I can't argue with results like that, can I?"

Jon wasn't entirely aware that his member was exposed until he felt a set of delicate pawtips swirling around the very tip. A sharper gasp escaped him as one of his tusks was stroked and teased, right in time with a curious, brushing glance against the tip of his pulsing manhood.

Though he tried to fight it, he shuddered violently against the massage table and cried out with delight as he experienced a pleasure that he'd only been able to dream of in the past. "Fuck...f-fuckin' hell, Dawn!" her name passed through his lips at the top of his lungs, and his eyes winced shut as he tried to hold still for her skillful paws, though he simply couldn't keep from trembling.

"Yes, I'm right here," Dawn teased him as he cried her name. She felt a warm, moist rush between her legs when he called out to her, but she refused to touch herself, even if she knew that Jon wouldn't mind it. This was about him, and she didn't want to take anything away from her focus on his satisfaction, both as a customer, and as her occasional dalliance.

The massage carried just past his member as she slipped her open palm along the smooth, stretchy skin of his sack, and after a quick, teasing fondle of his balls, her lips curled into a simply devious grin.

She held her paw against the underside of his long, thick rudder tail and rocked her knuckles back and forth against the flesh, knowing that the act would force his tail to go flat, just after filling with a delightfully calming sensation. Wagging at first, and then settling down, the tail stayed out of the way as Dawn slid her pawtips further and further along, until she felt something warm against the very ends of her digits.

Thanks to her work, Jon's asshole was quiet relaxed and accommodating, as she pressed a single pawtip just barely into the passage and wiggled it slightly, giving the otter a brief chance to adjust. "I...I know I shouldn't do this," she admitted, and for the first time, her voice sounded just a bit wobbly as she pressed her digits further in, "But you just have such a magnificent cock, Jon...and your ass is so warm, so fun to play with...I just can't help myself!"

Dawn held control over the situation, but her vulnerable state was endearing to Jon, who was going to console her...until she slipped her pawtips into his ass and began massaging his inner walls gently. "No, y-you should! You should d-definitely do this!" he tried to encourage her as she slipped her second paw from his tusks. Spitting right into her palm, she wrapped it around the base of his manhood and began rapidly swirling around the flesh, knowing that she could bring him to an orgasm in seconds if she just kept up her work.

She found it cute, and perhaps even a little silly that Jon would try to talk her into such an act, so she had no problem casting a half glare, half smirk in his direction as she leaned further down on his body and brushed the delicate fluff of her cheek against the tip of his cock, allowing a little precum to spill into it. "You're a terrible influence on me Jon...and that's wasteful. I'd rather you be a terrible influence in me."

Jon's eyes shrunk with panic. Their fun, erotic massages had never been taken to such a level, and though he expected her to hop right onto his member, he wasn't at all disappointed when he felt a second pawtip join the first in his backdoor and slide right up to his prostate. Pressing against the sensitive organ with a crooked, hooking gesture, Jon was caught off guard, and realized exactly what Dawn meant as she opened her muzzle wide and sealed it over the tip of his cock.

He didn't have a chance in the world to stop his body from reacting, as a violent, thick burst of cum splashed against the back of Dawn's throat. Every bit as skillful as she was lustful, the puma was easily able to gulp down the first volley, but she started gagging just slightly as the otter physically revealed that he'd been saving quite the load for her.

"D...Dawn...f-fuck, I wasn't...wasn't expecting that! I c-can't stop it... I'm cumming!" he cried out, even as his entire abdomen went tense, forcing his cum to spray as deep as it could reach before Dawn swallowed it down into her throat. She knew that her tongue and the roof of her maw were painted with the mess as she continued swallowing around the tip of his member, and her tail gave a quick flicker of delight as she gulped down the very last of the salty-sweet fluid.

One tiny trickle broke from the corner of her muzzle as she stood up straight and adjusted her top. Jon's member was left to hang slightly as errant seed and saliva dripped from it, landing on his own thigh. "Ah...ahem. Well then, it looks like we're just about out of time!" Dawn cut things surprisingly short. She knew that they were already over the allotted time, and she gestured to the back exit as Jon got the message.

She winked at her favorite customer, and he offered a silly, wide smile of ecstasy as he made his way into the back office.

Checking for a mess before she opened the door, Dawn adjusted her clothes one last time and peeled her hair back as she made her way back into the waiting room. There was a female vixen waiting for her at the desk.

"Thank you for being so patient...I had some extra business to attend to," Dawn suggested, as she greeted her next customer.

"No worries," the vixen replied, "But...uh...you've got a little something right here," she said, gesturing at the corner of her muzzle.

Turning beet red and widening her eyes, Dawn frantically tried to lick the drop of cum from her muzzle as her customer wondered about what kind of establishment this might actually be.