>The next client would have been a Lost Soul but they rescheduled for some reason
>That skull was your first client
>for some reason
>You would have expected a high-ranking demon to show up first, but to your surprise the flaming ball of calcium banged against the door on the opening hour
>After that experience you are happy most demons have a human like form
>Massaging a skull is next to impossible since there is no skin or muscle
>obviously
>That session was mostly spent scratching and petting the Soul like a dog
>They flared up a couple of times and singed your hand
>You had to stop in the middle of it to find your melding glove
>They appreciated it alot since you could reach the good spots after that
>Your scientist friends thought it was weird when you said the skulls "purr", but after a live demonstration it was added to the trivia part of a guidebook they gave out to the colonist
>"Welcome to Mars: The Red Dead planet Brimming with Life and Possibilities"
>They sure like long and complex name those science guys
>After remembering the face a soul makes once you reach the base of its horns you get back to the task at hand and remind yourself of the next client.
>A Hell Knight was next in line
>You've had him a bunch of times so you know what to expect
>His appointment starts in five minutes so you kick back and start to read a book

>Once you finished the fifth chapter, and the stakes had been properly raised for the lovers, the Hell Knight barged into your office
>You glance away from the pages and look at your client
>He is slightly taller than the average Hell Knight and well trained
>To be more honest he is built like a truck
>You're not even sure if he has any fat in his body with how defined every muscle is
>A true greek god if it were not for his eyeless round head, clawed hands and digitrade legs
>You know, everything that makes him an infernal creature from the bowels of hell and not a god
>Still, he is attractive
>At least to the hundred of other demons and humans that flock around him, trying to get into his green shorts
>Speaking of them, you always thought they were a size too small
>They should have ripped apart during his first pair of squats but they still fit him even now when he has gotten bigger.
>Human engineering at it's finest.
>"Sorry boss" he said breathing heavily, "I got, uh, caught up in something, yeah sounds good, so I forgot the time."
"I don't know what you are sorry for" you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "You're right on time."
>It has been well past five minutes since you picked up the book
>But you admit, you expected to finish it while waiting for him
>It's an improvement compared to last time anyway
>"Really? I mean, yeah of course" the Hell Knight said while rubbing his head in confusion.
>He took a seat at the table, which bent to support his mass, and waited for you to start
"I think you've gotten a hang of this so what will it be this time" you asked
>He tought about it for a moment while you prepared the table and looked for some massage oil
>"I would like something to fix the tension I feel. It's in my lower back" the Hell Knight said with a toothy grin
>Not like his toothy grin is any different from his regular one
>"Toothy" works to describe every expression Hell Knights make
"So a back massage with a focus on the lower back... anything else?"
>He took a breath and nodded his head
>"Yeah, I know this ain't your job but... I would like you to check on my front too" he said while squeezing his hands
>You're already checking it out
>But you realize he meant it in a completely professional way
>You think so at least
>"I've been slacking lately and I think everything might have gotten smaller" he said in a worried tone
>You do not believe that yourself but you're supposed to make clients feel comfortable
>You huff and oblige to his wishes
>You begin by placing you right hand on his pecs and squeeze
>Your fingers sinks in but the muscles remain tough and firm, nothing out of the ordinary
>You think about asking him to flex but he got the idea before you
>Your little victory was short lived as, the now, rock hard muscle prevented you from pushing in
>Doesn't stop you from trying and you put everything you can muster behind your next attempt
>It gave away a little and you got a handful of the hard, bone white skin and the muscles underneath
>You look up to tell the Knight this area is as big as last time but you stop at the sight of him covering his mouth
>He groans and his tone gets higher as try to push the pectoral up
>With your other hand you press into his softer abdomen and feel his body tense up
>Some parts of the Hell Knights body are covered in a layer of harder skin that works like armor in their gladiatorial battles
>You honestly had trouble telling what parts were supposed to be hard when he tensed up
>After checking up on his front thoroughly you release the Hell Knight from your grasp
>He whines longingly as he feels your hands leave his body and uncovers his
>You can see his cheeks are crimson red
"You are just imagining things" you tell him, "it's as big, if not bigger, as the last time you were here"
>The table creaks as he shifts his position on the table, he tries to bring one leg over the other but gets stopped by you being in the middle of them
>"Huh... What do you" he asked before realizing what he said earlier, "Oh yeah, right. Thanks Anon!"
>You motion him to lay down on his stomach
>As he does what you asked of him you notice a dark, wet spot on his shorts
>You store that information and you get up on his back, placing your hands a little above his hips
>With your hands in place you dig your thumbs into the flesh and press out from the spine
>Compared to how he tensed up when you touched his front you remember he is not that sensitive on his back
>"You can go harder" the Knight said with, in your mind, a sultry tone
>You decide to go another route and press your elbow right beside his spine
>An "eep" turns into a deep groan as you push your elbow off to his side, forcing the sinews apart with needle point accuracy
>Well, elbow point accuracy
>For him it might be like a needle
>It's a struggle to properly put the right amount of weight behind every move, it almost feels like you're exercising
>But every single rep you do well gets punctuated with a meek "ah" from the demon below
>Once you've done your last rep, and gotten a needy sigh out of your client, you push your fingers in and press your palm against his middle
>You, once again, could not feel your clients muscles bend and bulge to your calm and forceful movements
>It is your favorite part of the process but your clients needs come first
>At least you can enjoy the whoreish moans your client makes
>You never really got used to how loud he becomes once you get into it
>Doesn't help that you're practically humping him to get the power needed to unknot his Dorsi
>If someone filmed this they could sell it as an amateur porno
>"Heey, A-anon" the Hell Knight said between moans, "don't, ah, go any hIgher. I wanted a lower back massage and you've missed a s-spot"
>This is definitely a porno
"Could you be more specific? If I missed something you should have said so earlier" the professional in you said
>He tried to say where but he couldn't get the words out
>You placed your hand on his side where you thought he meant, after that he managed to muster out "lower"
>You trailed your hand further and further down, each stop the Hell Knight pleaded for you to go just a little bit further
>In the end you reach his shorts and he shudders
>"Around there. If it's easier, you can take it off" the Hell Knight whispered
>You understood what he wanted, an internal massage
>You're almost disappointed since it's fun seeing the night squirm underneath you
>But you have teased him enough
>You stand up and hear a disappointed sigh from behind
>You ask him to follow and take off the shorts, they are a little too tight to take for you
>He wearily pushes himself of the table and follows your command
>He hastily unbuttons his shorts and expects them to fall
>But a pole had erected itself in them
>After a quick, and swear filled, struggle he threw them away
>You expected a bit more grace in this porno, but he is an amateur so you give it a pass
>The hindrance was like the rest of him, thick and powerful
>About average in length and it's leaking head poked out of his foreskin
>Comparatively, his balls looked small but you would still have trouble fitting both in your hand
"Seems like I've done some good work" you say with pride, "Now, what did you want again?"
>He does not attempt to embarrass himself again by speaking
>He lays down on the table again and grabs one of your hands gently
>Then he carefully places it atop his ass and spreads it with you
>Maybe the Knight has some grace after all
>After he made his wants clear you felt a need to fulfill them, he is still your client for another half hour
>Surely not because you want to feel your hips clap together in rhythm to his cries of pleasure
>You take of your clothes and get back up on top of him
>Not to be one who does things half heartedly you grab a handful of each of the Knights cheeks and pull them apart
>They are softer than expected and have a clear globe like form to them
>Maybe he did slack off on his squats and deadlifts
>You shake away the image of the demon squatting and place your erect cock in his crack
>You buck your hips forward to tease the hole buried within his ass
>It brused against the entrance and the Hell Knight moaned weakly
>Even though he might want it that way, you're not going to go in dry
>You're not the devil
>You grab one of the oil bottles and pour some on your hands
>You also let a generous amount of oil drip down onto his cheeks, letting it trickle down into the crack
>With the pre-preparation out of the way you grab a hold of the cheeks and squeeze them together
>Looking down you can see the tip of your dick poking out from the globes, it already has got some oil on it
>But not enough
>You pull back and hump him slowly, hotdogging the oiled up ass
>You're still a masseur so you also knead and push his "Maximus" to pretend you are still on duty
>A deep groan can be heard from up top
>Looks like he likes your idea
>You can't complain yourself, when you squeeze his ass against your dick it feels like screwing a virgin
>If you aren't careful you might cum just from this
>With one forceful thrust you see some pre shooting out from your dick
>Seeing that as a sign to slow down you spread his cheeks and stop
>Your cock is all oiled up and raring to go
>The Hell Knights ass is loosened up and shiny, you can even see it jiggle when you spank it
>And the demon is already in bliss just from getting his butt massaged
>Seeing no reason to not continue you move slightly and point your erection against the slick hole
>Gingerly, you press your manhood into the demon and hiss at the tight, warm and wet sensation welcoming you
>You didn't even realize you had already bottomed out until the Knight moaned loudly
>You knew your job was to make people loose but you doubt your own ability to do it so well
>You gyrate your hips, stretching the Knight out a bit more while trying to find his button
>A sharp yelp signalled you found it
>Satisfied with the search you pull out
>The temperate room feels like ice compared to the demon's insides so you quickly plunge back in
>The speed of which surprised the Knight
>He has his hand covering his mouth as to not scream curses
>You still want him to scream
>maybe not curses but you get the point
>You place your hands on his hips and speed up
>You're doing it so fast you're practically bouncing on the Knights ass
>Smacks and claps echoed through your office
>Sounds like a crowd after a good show
>But judging from the muffled noises you think one of them has a gag
>Once you get a good hit on his prostate the gag falls off and a loud moan fitting a beast in heat escapes
>Three more and his tongue rolls out
>A extra hard one and he begs you to go faster
>You spank his butt and he howls in pleasure
>A grope of his back and he inhales sharply
>Anything you try gives off a new, extremely submissive, sound
>Wether it be begging, moaning, screaming or gasping he found a way to make them sound distinct to your actions
>A instrument you sadly don't have the time to fully explore
>Twenty-five minutes of spanking, fucking and groping goes by and your thrusts becomes erratic
>They're short, long, powerful, quick and you have lost control over it
>The Hell Knight has also lost something, his voice
>All the screaming and moaning really tires the vocal chords
>Doesn't stop him from trying anyway
>Your meeting of hips has become incredibly sloppier as you've poured more than a bucket worth of pre into him
>The once loud, majestic claps is replaced by wet smacks as you press harder into him
>You slip and force your entire weight onto his love button
>That broke him
>He tightened up and screamed as more than a half-hour of teasing drools out of his demonic member and out onto the table
>You did not stop
>You kept thrusting while the Knight enjoyed his orgasm and soon met your own
>Your whole body gives up as you hilt once last time and paint his insides white
>It's so powerful some of it forces itself out thanks to the pressure
>Not that you can see it since you have collapsed atop the Hell Knight, trying to catch your breath
>It's not your proudest moment but it feels good enough to ignore everything, even your own body screaming at you
>After relishing in the afterglow you force yourself off and out of the Hell Knight
>Your dick leaves the battered hole with a pop and your cum floods out of him
>He shivers and moans as he feels the hot cum starts to run against his balls
>Once of the table, you spank him one last time for good measure
"You're time is up" you say panting, "Hope you enjoyed yourself. Be sure to schedule another time if you feel tense or your muscles ache"
>The demon nods and pushes himself of the table
>If you thought you came a lot then it's nothing compared to the cleaning you have to do to get the demon spunk out of the table
>As you observe the load the Hell Knight produced his hand slipped and he fell off the table with a thud
>You hurry around the wet plank of wood and help him up
>As you grab his hand you can feel a viscous liquid on it
>It's his cum
>It covers not only his hand but his whole front
>Once you get him up on his feet he leans forward and hugs you
>"Thanks Anon" he says quietly, "I really needed that"
>This wierd, tender feeling of trust shocks you
>None of your clients usually goes this far to thank you
"No problem" you stammer out, "If you need anything my contact is Anon G-1KA500"
>He lets you go with an understanding hum and gives you a goofy grin before walking out the door
>After he left you realize you went off script when you gave him your contact
>You convince yourself it's not that bad and check the clock
>12:54
>Perfect time for lunch
>You feel your clothes stick onto you as you take them on
>Probably a bath also
>As you leave the office you spot the Hell Knights green shorts underneath a lamp
>You can't really believe it
>If this continues on you have to go and make a house call to everyone that has left stuff
>But that's for future Anon to worry about

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