After the wild masquerade ball and the intense encounters with Wonder Woman and Batgirl, Clyde felt the need to unwind. His powerful body was strong, but even a man built like him could get sore from riding, ranch work, and… other strenuous activities. He booked a private session at a luxurious day spa in Brisbane’s Fortitude Valley — “Serenity Haven.”
He arrived in a simple white t-shirt that clung to his massive chest and arms, and loose shorts. The receptionist led him to a dimly lit treatment room with soft ambient music, warm lighting, and the scent of eucalyptus and lavender.
His masseuse entered shortly after.
Sophia was 29, with smooth olive skin, long dark wavy hair tied back in a loose braid, and a calm, professional presence. She had the soft, curvaceous body of someone who practiced what she preached — full, heavy breasts that filled out her white spa tunic, a narrow waist, and wide, womanly hips. Her warm hazel eyes and gentle smile immediately put people at ease.
“Mr. Clyde? I’m Sophia. I’ll be taking care of you today. Please get comfortable on the table, face down, and drape the towel as you like.”
Clyde stripped down to nothing and lay on the heated massage table, the towel barely covering his muscular ass. Even relaxed, the heavy weight of his 12-inch gift rested thickly between his powerful thighs.
Sophia started professionally — warm oil on her hands, working the tight muscles of his broad back and shoulders. Her strong yet feminine hands kneaded deeply, but as she moved lower, she couldn’t help noticing the sheer size of the man beneath her.
“You carry a lot of tension,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “But your body is… incredible.”
As she worked down his legs, her hands brushed close to his inner thighs. The towel had shifted. Sophia’s breath caught when she glimpsed the thick, heavy shaft hanging there — far larger than anything she’d ever seen.
Clyde noticed her pause. “Everything alright, ma’am?” he asked, voice low and respectful.
Sophia bit her lip. Professional boundaries were crumbling fast. “I… I apologize. It’s just… you’re quite impressive. Everywhere.”
The air in the room thickened. After a moment of charged silence, Sophia whispered, “Would you like me to make this a full body experience, Clyde? Off the record?”
Clyde turned his head to look at her, ever the gentleman. “Only if you truly want to, Sophia. No pressure. Your comfort matters.”
Her answer was to slide the towel completely off.
She asked him to flip over. The moment he did, his massive cock lay thick and heavy across his abs, already swelling under her gaze.
Sophia’s hands trembled slightly with excitement as she poured more oil and began massaging his chest, tracing every ridge of his pecs and abs. Slowly, her hands drifted lower. She wrapped both oiled hands around his enormous girth, stroking him reverently from base to tip.
“You’re so thick… I can barely get my hands around it,” she breathed in awe.
She leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking and licking with genuine hunger, her full lips stretched wide around the fat head while her hands worked the rest of his length. The wet sounds mixed with the soft music as she worshipped him.
Clyde groaned deeply, one big hand gently resting on her back. “You feel amazing, darlin’…”
Sophia eventually climbed onto the table, shedding her tunic and underwear to reveal her soft, curvaceous body. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his massive cock.
“Oh my God…” she gasped as the thick head pushed inside her. Inch after inch stretched her pussy wide open. She trembled, hands braced on his rock-hard chest as she worked more of him inside until she was fully seated, the bulge clearly visible in her lower belly. “You’re so deep… I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Clyde held her hips gently, letting her control the pace. Sophia rode him with slow, sensual rolls of her hips, her heavy breasts bouncing as she took him again and again. The massage table creaked under their combined weight.
He flipped her gently onto her back, spreading her thighs and fucking her with long, powerful, yet controlled strokes — deep and rhythmic. Sophia moaned loudly, legs wrapped around his waist as she came hard around his cock, her pussy clenching tightly.
Clyde brought her to another orgasm before pulling out and releasing thick, heavy ropes of cum across her soft breasts and stomach. Sophia rubbed it into her skin with a satisfied, blissed-out smile.
True to his nature, Clyde immediately shifted into tender aftercare. He helped her clean up with warm towels, then used the remaining massage oil to give her a gentle, soothing massage — his strong hands working her body with care and affection.
He held her against his massive chest afterward, stroking her hair softly.
“You alright, Sophia?” he asked quietly. “Didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled dreamily, nuzzling into him. “That was the most relaxing… and intense massage of my life. You’re something else, Clyde. A real gentleman with the body of a god.”
They lay together for a long while, the scent of oil and sex lingering in the warm room.