an experience with george michael

POV It is nearly the summer of 1988, the talented icon and teenage heartthrob George michael has just started a tour around europe and north america, he was getting stressed out from the heavy work after touring australia and japan, constantly travelling and performing. He needed to relax, so he hired a massage therapist he got recommended from a friend, which is where you, the reader, comes into the story. You get the honours in massaging the legend once a week. You are excited but extremely nervous because you are a massive fan and have a little crush on him, other than the fact you are looking forward to travelling the world with him for the next few months, you're gonna massage him too.

15th april 1988, the tour kicked off 3 days ago in Rotterdam Holland, george had just finished 3 out of 4 nights and today was his day off. You've already seen him perform, the way he not only wows you and the sold out crowd with his immaculate vocals but the way he dances, runs about, throws himself on his knees. You like everyone else, especially the girls are absolutely stunned at how hot he is. Which you then find out he literally was hot, as in sweating, after the show you go prepare the massaging table in his dressing room, freshen it up with essential oils of lavender and honey, he liked to inhale the fumes as it helped with his throat.

He then comes into the room with nothing but a towel and he lies down on the table, you are literally shook by the fact that someone with a massive celebrity status as george is right there, in nothing but a towel, waiting for you. You start doing your job rubbing his tanned back, he starts having a conversation

G: "So how long have you been massaging for?"

YOU: "oh just a few years, in fact it's weird how much i've gone up in my career, now doing celebrities"

G: "yeah, i've heard your really good at your job"

You blush and try not to scream as he tells you that, you know how this is gonna turn out.

He then turns over for you to massage the front and you are shocked by what you are seeing. His gorgeous stunning body covered with dark hair coming down from his chest to his pubic area, you could tell other than being part Greek, he was blessed in the genetics department,

You start massaging the oil into his chest, you like the feeling of the oil being rubbed into his luscious chest hair, as much as you want to you try not to play with his nipples. It's all going fine until you then get distracted by his bulge, he is getting aroused, like he's begging you to have a peek.

G: "oh my god, i'm sorry i hope that isn't making you uncomfortable"

YOU: "honestly, it's fine it happens quite a lot with my male clients"

G: "I'm enjoying this to be honest, as you can kinda tell" he laughs

YOU: "clearly"

You keep rubbing his hairy Greek body until you reach the area of pure bliss. At this point there's no point for the towel, it's poking through.

G: "do you mind if i take the towel off, the towel is making me feel hot"

YOU: "yes, if you want" secretly inside you're screaming and you can't believe this is actually happening. He takes off the towel...

You were too stunned to speak, the fact he was just lying there fully naked, covered in oil and sweat, with an erection... it's too much for you to act professional and ignore it.

YOU: "it seems like that muscle is tense" you proceed to start massaging it, he moans with pleasure, you can't believe this is happening, that this isn't a dream at all

It then escalates, instead of your hands you use your mouth to massage it, your saliva is used for extra lubrication, he is enjoying it. The sexual intimacy continues as you are busy licking his stick, like a ice lolly... except you don't choke on an ice lolly...

He gets up, and strips you, taking off your clothes... you feel aroused as his throbbing cock hits your leg and grinds at your waist as he unstraps your bra...

You get a glimpse of his ass, it's a really beautiful masucline ass. You've always been obsessed with it since he shook and showed off in the Faith video, everyone was obsessed with it. It's your turn to lay on the table, you feel the pleasure as he enters himself inside... 

SEVEN. INCHES. DEEP.

He forces himself in as it nearly hits your internal organs. You cant believe what is happening and struck by the realization "oh my god, I'm having sex with THE george michael, and i love it." you try not to moan as you don't want people to hear, you go crazy as he squeezes and slaps your breasts, he releases himself from your tight grip and he licks and fingers you, this is the best feeling in the world, you don't want this to end. He then puts himself back inside, fucking with loads of energy as if the performances the last 3 nights were nothing

It ends with the happy ending as his precious liquid that quenches your desires squirts out all over the place, you like the feeling of it on your body... you like the taste of it...

He is feeling much better now, after you both clean up he thanks you for the massage

G: "you were wonderful, i can't wait for next week"

You simply say "no problem, can't wait for next week too" :)

You go back to your hotel room, with the few thousand you got paid. You think to yourself "this is gonna be an amazing few months..."