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The Masseur

By: iraussieguy



Yes, I'm a masseur but let me get one thing straight right from the start. I am fully qualified in both sports and relaxation massage. I do not ever give a sexy massage to any of my clients, well almost never. I do have a few ladies who have been coming to me on a regular basis who talked me into masturbating them to orgasm at the end of a massage. But, it has always been their suggestion and I always say no to any lady who asks me to make them cum during their first visit to me. You can't be too careful, they may be from the vice squad. And if anyone rings and asks, the answer is always a firm "no" and I will not let them make an appointment.

Now to my story. I had been massaging Sue every fortnight for about two months. She was lovely, very intelligent and easy to talk with, she had a great sense of humour and was good company. Divorced a couple of years ago she used relaxation massage to help cope with the stress in her life. Sue always wore a modest bikini for her massages and there was never any hint of her being under my hands for anything but massage.

This day Sue seemed very uptight and found it difficult to relax. She was very quiet too, if my clients want to talk I will too, if they want peace with relaxing classical music then that's what they get, I "go with the flow". 

Back to Sue. I started the massage as usual with my client lying on her tummy, her face in the head hole of the table. I untied the back of her bikini top, applied the lavender scented oil and started to massage her back and shoulders. There was a lot of tension in her shoulders and I spent more time on them than normal, easing out the knots and relaxing the muscles. My hands carried out the familiar patterns up and down her spine, her sides and around the lower back, easing off as usual in the kidney area. I instructed her to take some deep breaths that helped her to relax. Following my regular pattern I retied her bikini top after wiping off the excess oil and then lowered her bikini bottom so that her buttocks were in view but her "private parts" were still out of sight. Sue likes a very firm massage of her buttocks and as I drove my knuckles into her lovely buns she gave a long moan. I asked her if she was OK and she nodded so I proceeded with my knuckles giving her gluteus maximus muscles a good work over.

After covering her buttocks with the bikini bottom I transferred my attention to her lovely, slim legs. Working my hands from her ankles to the top of her thighs I eased the tight muscles in her calves and thighs. Again I heard low moans as my hands came close to vee at the top of her legs, I noted the sounds but said nothing and pressed on.

It was time for Sue to turn over and I signaled this to her in my usual way, the way I do with all my clients, with a light spank on her bum and the instruction, "Turn over please."

Sue whispered, "Please do that again."

Now I thought she wanted some more massage so I replied, "Sure, where, on your back or legs?"

To my utter surprise Sue replied, "No, not more massage, I want you to spank me again!"

Well, you can imagine my amazement! I have always had an interest in spanking and all it's associated activities, and I had a girlfriend years ago who enjoyed a light spanking as a turn on before sex, and here I was being asked by a beautiful client to spank her! I moved up to the top of the table and Sue raised her head with a wan smile, but with a sparkle in her eyes.

I asked her if she was serious and she said she sure was, her ex husband used her spank her occasionally but never enough and her unusual needs were one of the reasons they split up. She went on to say that because she knew she could trust me after the last few months of massage she had decided to ask me, if I refused she would just leave and find another masseur. She was really badly in need of a good spanking and would I please give it to her!

There was a tension laden minute of silence in the room as I thought about her request. The stirring between my legs gave me my answer, when in doubt go with the flow!

I grinned at Sue and moved back down the side of the table. I placed my hands gently on the bikini bottom, gently rubbing them over the contours of Sue's lovely arse. I continued the rubbing for a minute or so, you could feel the suspense in the room! A muffled "Please" came from the head of the table as I delayed the spanking for as long as I could. "Patience", I replied, "Good things come to those who wait."

I continued my slow exploration of the lovely mounds, mounds that would soon be bouncing and rippling under my hands! Suddenly I raised my right hand and brought it down with a soft "smack". "Harder", came from Sue, "And don't stop until I tell you!"

Doing it harder was no problem for me; I raised my hand again and brought it down with a hard "whack". A sigh of pleasure came from Sue. Without pausing I repeated the spank on the other buttock, alternating my spanks as I warmed to the task.

After about 30 firm spanks I stopped. I got in first before Sue could speak.

"Sue", I said firmly, "This spanking will be much better for you if your bottom is bare!"

There was silence for about thirty tension filled seconds. Had I gone too far? 

Then, "Oh Yes, Please!" from Sue. My intuition was right again!

Grinning to myself I slipped my hands under her bikini bottom, the warmth of her smooth skin palpable to my touch. Slowly I caressed her beautiful buns, causing more moans from the very turned on lady on my table. Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased the bikini down off her lovely arse, marveling as her pink colored bum came into my view, then slowly down her thighs, knees, calves and finally completely off over her feet. Her legs were almost together so I took an ankle in each hand and slowly eased them apart to the corners of the table. As I moved back beside her my hands never left her legs slowly sliding back up over her calves, knees and back up her lovely thighs, just grazing her pubes to rest once again on her blushing bum.

Without warning I gave her a hard "whack" followed quickly by about 10 more hard spanks, alternating between each glowing cheek.

There was a shriek from Sue, "Shit, that hurt, but I love it, keep going."

I needed no urging, I was enjoying this as much as Sue. I kept up the pressure, spanking firmly and regularly, moving my spanks down to her upper thighs. Sue was now moaning and gasping with nearly each loud whack. She was squirming on the table and I had to place my left hand in the middle of her back to try and keep her still. My hand was really stinging now and her arse was glowing a bright pink. I glanced at the clock to realize that my next client was due in about fifteen minutes, I told Sue this and gave her six really hard final spanks on her lovely, glowing arse.

"Roll over Sue," I said as I untied the bows of her bikini top. As she turned over onto her back I removed her bikini top releasing those beautiful breasts to my gaze and my hands. Sue lay there, her eyes shining brightly, a broad grin on her face. I applied some oil to her breasts and gave them a firm massage, squeezing them tight, making the nipples stand up hard as little cocks; I took the nipples between my thumb and first finger and applied pressure. Tears welled up in Sue's eyes. "Too hard?" I asked and she nodded. I immediately released those lovely teats promising myself to get better acquainted with them sometime in the future.

"Please, before you finish make me cum," Sue pleaded.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked innocently.

"Fuck my cunt with your fingers!" she cried at me, "And do it quickly, I'm on fire!"

"My pleasure, Madam," I replied, "And such language from a lady, I'll have to punish you later for such crudity."

Once again I spread Sue's legs apart. Her pussy was very wet as I slid one finger of my right hand in as far as it would go. Slowly I moved the finger in and out, building her up gradually to what was going to be a great orgasm. I then added another finger, Sue was writhing around on the table, moaning with pleasure, and when I added a third finger she just about took off. With my left hand I at first steadied her and then rubbed her clit as the other hand moved in and out.

"I'm cummmmmminnnnngggggg," shouted Sue, thank God the room was soundproofed, she arched her back as orgasm after orgasm swept through her body until finally she collapsed on the massage table. She lay smiling at me as I wiped the excess oil and perspiration from her body.

"Thank you so much. That was the best ever. I'm so glad I asked you and I'm so glad you did what you did, can I come again?"

"Not right now," I replied with a grin as she sat up and wrapped her arms around me with a giant hug. She gave me a big thank you kiss and then busied herself getting dressed as the buzzer went announcing my next client had arrived.

"It's still stinging," she whispered to me as I let her out of the room, "See you soon!"

That night the phone rang and it was Sue. Thanking me once again for my extra service and telling me that she hadn't felt so free and without stress for years. After she had chatted non stop for about 10 minutes I finally got a word in. With crossed fingers I asked,

"Sue, would you like to come here for dinner tomorrow night? We can talk over all that happened today and, if you like, we can explore further your need to be spanked. I have a few implements that I can use that will stop my hand from hurting and with no time constraints we can take our time, maybe you might like to spend the night?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Had I gone too far?

Her reply soon resolved my doubt, "That would be wonderful, absolutely wonderful. What time do you want me to arrive?"

"7.30, and don't be a minute late, or else!" I said with a laugh.

"I can't wait, thank you so much, see you tomorrow night." And the phone clicked dead.

I couldn't wipe the grin of my face as I worked out what I was going to cook tomorrow night, what an experience Sue and I had today, roll on tomorrow night.

Part Two

Sue was five minutes late for our date for which I admonished her.

"I told you not to be late didn't I? I'll have to punish you later for your tardiness."

"Oh I hope so!" Sue said with a smile and a laugh.

We gave each other a hug and I showed her around my home. Dinner was ready to be served so I sat Sue at the table while I served the food and opened a lovely bottle of Australian wine. Wine is always a good relaxer and any inhibitions either of us had soon faded away.

I got Sue to tell me of her spanking interest and her need to be punished. She told me an amazing story about a song she had on an old record called "Tell me a Story". The song had finished with the words "And now the tale's read" after the sound of three whacks. At only three years of age this had stirred an attraction about spanking that had lasted all her life, even though she was not punished as a child. As Sue had told me the previous day she had been spanked as an adult but never to the degree that she needed and she hoped that I would be the man she had been searching for that would make her fantasies come true. Sue told me of some of her fantasies and we discussed a suitable code word to be used if things got too hot! 

The time passed quickly and soon the main course was finished, along with most of the wine. On the CD player Madonna was singing "Spank me!" as I took the empty plates out into the kitchen and returned with dessert – a hair brush on a plate.

"Would madam like to have something different for dessert?" I inquired with a smile on my face, showing the plate to my delightful and delighted guest.

"Oh my God" she cried, "What a different dessert you offer kind sir, I would love to partake of such a feast!"

"You will now obey all my instructions," I ordered with a stern voice, helping Sue from her chair. 

I placed the chair in the center of the lounge and sat down. "Take off your shoes and come over my knees, its time for your dessert my sweet."

Sue stood beside me her eyes shining with excitement, and laid herself across my legs. I put my left hand in the middle of her back to steady her and my right hand moved down her legs and took hold of the hem of her skirt. Slowly I lifted the skirt upwards, exposing her shapely, stocking covered legs. The stockings were supported by a sexy suspender belt and her lovely arse was partly covered by a flimsy pair of knickers. A moan of anticipation came from Sue as I slowly rubbed my hand over the exposed skin and her knickers. 

"I don't think modesty is needed this time," I said as I slid the knickers down off her arse, down her legs and off over her feet. 

Another moan from Sue as she pleaded, " Please hurry up, this waiting is driving mad."

Silence wench I commanded, "I'll start when I'm good and ready, don't forget who is in charge around here!"

I rubbed her beautiful arse some more, spreading the cheeks apart and making a mental promise to myself to get better acquainted with the rosebud later in the evening.

Finally, I could wait no more. I raised my hand and brought it down sharply on her white skin, followed quickly by more spanks, changing from cheek to cheek with each whack. Sue was moaning and groaning with delight, this was what she needed and craved so badly. As my hand continued to rise and fall Sue's skin slowly turned from white to pink, she was wriggling with delight on my lap, her legs thrashing the air. Many moans and yelps of delight were heard as I paused and reached for the hairbrush.

"Ready for your dessert?" I inquired, raising the hairbrush and bringing it swiftly down with a resounding 'smack'.

"Yeeeow, that really stings!" Sue yelled, followed by a "Yaaaow" as the hairbrush descended again. 

I could see the pink skin quickly turning to red as I continued to take the hairbrush to Sue's lovely back side. "Remember the code word" I said as I continued to spank. Sue nodded her head vigorously that she knew the code word but the only sounds coming from her were the Oooohs, Aaahs and the little screams of pain and delight as the hairbrush rose and fell. Both her cheeks were now bright red and Sue was wriggling so much I was having trouble keeping her on my knees.

"MERCY please Mercy!" Sue cried. She was now sobbing as I helped her to her feet.

I stood too and took her in my arms, supporting her as the sobbing and the tears subsided. We hugged each other as she calmed a little, I put Sue at arms length and she was grinning at me through the tears, her body still trembling. I handed her a box of tissues and she cleaned her face up.

"You know Matt, those tears were not from the pain, I was suddenly overwhelmed as I realized that I had finally found someone who can give me what I have so desperately needed all these years. God Matt I am so turned on right now, please make me come."

"My pleasure Madam," I said with a smile on my face as I picked Sue up and carried her into my bedroom. "I think you need a soft surface to lie on for a while, don't you?"

I removed her skirt and softly laid this lovely lady on the bed, raised her legs up to her chest. "Your arse is so red Sue, I think it should stay off the sheets for a while!" I knelt on the floor as Sue held herself wide open for me. I grinned at her and poked my tongue out, she knew where I was about to put my tongue and she couldn't wait.

"Come on, damn you Matt, don't keep me waiting any longer, I'm as hot as hell, inside and out!"

I could see droplets of moisture on her cunt lips as my tongue gently traced it's way around the outside of her labia, then moved it's way to tickling her clitoris. I felt Sue's thighs on each side of my head, virtually locking and holding me in position, as if I wanted to go anywhere else right now.

I could hear her cries of pleasure as my tongue continued to lick her out. I plunged it as far as I could into her wet hole of pleasure, Sue was now bucking on the bed, I felt one of her hands on the back of my head pushing my face further into her groin. I managed to slip two fingers up her as my tongue continued to play with her clit. The bucking and twisting grew into a frenzy until I heard Sue's scream.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop Matt, this is the best ever, keep going, keep going, oooohhhhhh, I'm coming again."

Finally the twisting and heaving subsided, the lovely thighs released their hold on my head as Sue collapsed back on the bed, perspiration gleaming all over her body. I climbed on the bed beside her and kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste her pussy juices on my lips and face.

After we both regained our breath Sue spoke, "Wow Matt, I have NEVER had orgasms like that ever before in my life, I didn't know it could be as good as that. Most of the men I've known regarded going down on me as dirty, although of course they all expected me to give them a blow job, but you were just sensational. Now I know what I taste like too and I can't wait to know what you taste like!"

"Patience Sue, patience. The night is young and I have many pleasures in mind for both of us, that is if you want to stay the night?"

"Want to stay? Of course I do. The hairbrush was fantastic, I want more, do you have any other things you can use on my poor little arse."

"Of course I do, I replied, but let's have a shower and clean up a bit, there is plenty of time for me to introduce you to other pursuits."

After a shower during which I had a difficult time keeping Sue's hands off my cock we returned to the dining room for some Toblerone chocolate cheese cake and coffee. We both remained nude, at ease with each other and enjoying each others company.

"Come with me my darling," I said as I took Sue's hand and led her to the massage room where this had all started yesterday.

"Wait outside the door for one minute," I told Sue. I went into the room and lit four candles that I had placed in position before Sue arrived. The lighting was excellent and added to the atmosphere of the evening.

"Come in Sue."

Sue walked into the massage room and let out a gasp as she saw the assortment of items on my desk. Ropes, a blindfold, two cats of nine tails – one with silk thongs and the other with leather thongs, a variety of leather straps in various widths and thicknesses, a tawse, a couple of vibrators, a crop and two canes.

Sue was riveted to the spot, she couldn't take her eyes off the articles on the desk. "You're not going to use all those on me are you? I don't think I could stand the pain of a cane."

I quickly reassured her, "My Darling Sue, nothing is going to happen to you tonight that you don't want to happen. You know you only have to use the code word and I will stop. You do trust me don't you?"

Sue nodded her agreement, she was breathing quickly and shallowly. I gently moved her over to the massage table and laid her down on her back.

"Don't you want me on my tummy?" she asked.

"Not yet," I replied, "I want to surprise you and pleasure you, I want you to cum and cum some more."

I took four lengths of soft rope from the desk and gently but firmly tied her ankles and wrists to the corners of the table. Sue made no effort to resist. I made her do some deep breathing to help relax her and this had the desired effect. She calmed down and even gave a weak smile as I slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

"What are you going to do now?" Sue asked.

"Silence wench, only speak when spoken to," I commanded with just the right amount of humor in my voice.

As I said that I left the room, closing the door behind me. Nothing like a little suspense to heighten ones' senses. I collected a couple of more items for Sue's pleasure and after about ten minutes returned to the massage room. I was delighted to see Sue taking deep breaths to help her stay relaxed.


The Masseur



I placed the items down on the desk and from one of the containers I took an ice cube. After giving Sue a deep kiss I placed the ice cube on one of her lovely breasts, away from the nipple, Sue shivered and gave a little moan. In ever decreasing circles I rubbed the ice cube on the smooth skin until it touched the nipple. It stood up little a very small penis and got harder as I continued the play. I then repeated the process on the other breast.

"Fuck that's cold!" cried Sue, "But it's turning me on no end, please……………"

I ended her sentence with another kiss, "Patience my love, patience."

From the other container I took one of my special treats. It was a condom which had been filled with water, a knot tied in the end to keep the water in and then placed in the freezer. The result – a frozen dildo! With my left hand I spread Sue's pussy lips and ran the frozen tip of the dildo over her clitoris. Sue gave a scream and arched her back. Then I slowly inserted the freezing cock into her pussy. Sue writhed on the table, only the ropes keeping her there. I moved the dildo in and out, frigging her mercilessly, knowing that she could use the code word at any time. 

"God, this is fantastic," Sue screamed, "Keep going, fuck me, fuck my cunt!"

The heat from her body slowly melted the ice until the dildo became part ice, part water and the water sloshed around inside the condom adding to the sensations inside Sue's cunt. A huge orgasm shook Sue's body as I finally removed the now limp dildo. She lay limp on the table as I removed the blindfold, a big grin spread across her face.

"Wow, that was amazing, where did you get the idea for that? "

"I can only take the credit for that," I replied, "I didn't get it out of a book or magazine, it just came out of my kinky mind."

I took the cat of nine tails from the desk, the one with the silk threads. I gently whipped Sue's breasts, there was no pain but it was somehow symbolic of the control I now had over her. Sue's eyes were shining as I gently whipped down her body, over her panting tummy, across those lovely thighs and finally the ends of the threads flicked her cunt lips, again a shudder of another orgasm swept through her body .

"God, that didn't really hurt at all but it was fantastic! It was so exciting watching your arm rise and fall, I'm having such a great night Matt, it's better than I could have imagined."

We chatted some more and I released the ropes from the table legs. They were however still attached to Sue's ankles and wrists. I gave her some water to drink.

"I've never been tied up before, it's long been a fantasy of mine but I wasn't game to tell you, she confessed."

"Honesty is the best policy at all times with these games," I replied, "I can make it better for you and you better for me if you tell me everything that's going on in your mind. OK?"

Sue nodded her agreement and we hugged each other tight. Gently I laid her back down on the table, this time on her tummy, there was no need for the blindfold but Sue asked for it to be put on so I readily complied. She said it seemed to heighten her senses and it was sooooo exciting! After slipping a pillow under her hips to raise her lovely arse in the air I refastened the ropes to the table legs, a moan of delight came from Sue.

"This is such a turn on, you know Matt I really feel that I can trust you, you almost seem to know what makes me tick, even though we haven't known each other for long."

"Sometimes people connect very quickly Sue, and this is one of those times. It's almost like it was meant to be" was my reply.

Sue could only reply, "WOW!"

I started with a bare hand spanking, commencing softly and gradually warming up Sue's lovely bum and the top of her thighs. Occasionally I would explore between her legs and she was oh so damp once again.

Her lovely white skin slowly turned to pink, apart from a few "Ohs" and "Ahs" Sue took her spanking without sound, that was soon to change.

I picked up an old wooden school ruler from my desk. Unusually long at eighteen inches, the metal strip had long ago been removed so it was ideal to be used as a spanking instrument. I raised it above Sue's arse and brought it down with a crisp "Whack".

"Ouch! That stings," cried Sue.

I wasn't fazed, I continued to use the ruler on alternate cheeks, the colour changing from pink to red. With hardly a pause I swapped the ruler for the cat of nine tails with the leather thongs and raised it high above Sue's sore arse. The cat whistled through the air and exploded across both her cheeks.

"Arrrrggghhhh," screamed Sue, "Not so hard, please."

Sue had not used the code word so I continued. Pausing for a few seconds between each blow, I went about giving her the thrashing she so badly needed. She was twisting about on the table, each blow causing her to scream and use some very unladylike words. After about twenty lashes with the cat I stopped.

Sue was in tears, but amazingly she sobbed, "Why did you stop, Matt? I didn't use the code word. I can't explain it, but every time you hit me it really hurts and I think I can't take anymore, but in the short time between the strokes, all I want is the next blow to land, I don't understand and I don't care, I just know I need some more!"

"OK, Sue, you can have some more. I'm going to give you some strokes with the cane which will be really painful, you tell me how many strokes you want!"

"Oh God, can I stand it?" she cried, still sobbing. "It's been a fantasy for so long and now the time has come, give me six of the best and don't stop until the six is finished, even if I use the code word!"

I bent down beside her head, "Are you sure my darling? No code word? Six strokes? Are you really sure?"

Determination was in her reply, "Yes Darling Matt, six strokes, I must do this to prove to myself that I can take it!"

"OK," I replied, "Here we go!"

I picked up the cane a gave a couple of practice strokes through the air. A shiver of excitement and fear went through Sue's body as she heard the "whish".

I rested the end of the cane over her buttocks to gauge the exact distance I needed to stand away from Sue's quivering body. Then with some trepidation in my own mind I raised the cane and brought it down with a swish and a "Whap"

Sue screamed "Aaaaahhhhh, One!" as a crimson mark suddenly appeared on both cheeks.

Slightly increasing the pressure of each blow, with a good pause between each, two, three, four and five met their mark. Each brought a scream from Sue and each time she counted the stroke, this sure was some brave lady, there were now five red marks crisscrossing her red behind.

At last the last blow fell. "Swish, whack" Yeeeooowwwww!!!!!!!!! Six! Mercy, mercy, Matt."

I grabbed a piece of ice from the container and gently moved it over Sue's red striped buttocks, cooling the heat and the pain. With my free hand I released her wrist ropes and the blindfold and handed her some tissues. She was still sobbing but gradually calming down as the ice had the desired cooling effect. 

Sue raised herself onto her elbows, turned her head and looked back at me, a few tears still falling down her cheeks. I took a new piece of ice and continued to sooth the pain.

"Fuck that hurt Matt, but somehow through the pain I was still wanting it, God it's amazing. Thanks for using the ice it's really cooling my arse down. I'm still as horny as hell, why don't you release my ankles and fuck me stupid?"

My reply took her by surprise I haven't finished with you yet, Sue, lie back down again please.

Sue did as I bade her and I refastened her wrists to the table, she gave a little whimper as she realized that there was more to come. Would it be pain, would it be pleasure?

From the desk I took the two vibrators, a large size one and a small thin one together with a latex rubber glove. I felt up her cunt which was still sopping and slowly inserted the large vibrator. She moaned with delight as she felt it filling her hot cunt. I switched it on to its slowest point and it vibrated slowly inside her. My fingers gently caressed the area between her cunt and her arse hole, Sue was making noises of delight and passion. Then I took one of the small pieces of ice and slowly inserted it into her arse hole, my gloved middle finger followed and I slowly frigged her anus. Withdrawing my finger I removed the glove and spread some lubricant on the remaining vibrator. As I pushed this vibrator against her arse hole her sphincter closed tight.

"Relax, Sue, relax and let me in, I told her. Remember to breath deep!"

Sue did as she was told and the small vibrator slipped ever so slowly into her arse. I turned it on until it's vibrations were matching that of the one in her cunt. Then slowly but surely I increased the vibrations of both at the same time. Sue was brought to a frenzy, she was thrashing on the table still restrained by the ropes, moaning loudly with pleasure. As the vibrators hit their peak revs she erupted.

"I'm cuuuummmmingggg!!!!!!" she screamed, "I'm cuuummmmminnnnggggg!!!!!"

Finally she collapsed on the table, absolutely spent from eruptions inside her. After switching them off I removed the vibrators and released Sue from the ropes. Gently I wiped the perspiration from her body, turned her onto her back and gave her some more water to drink. I continued wiping her down and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

I snuffed out the candles and picked Sue up in my arms, carrying her to my bedroom. Her eyes were glowing with a brightness I had never seen before.

"I'm just so happy Matt, and a bit sore too! What a fantastic night I've had but I'm really tired out, can we sleep now and I'll thank you in the morning?"

"Suits me fine," I replied, lying her on the bed. "I've had a great night too Sue but we both need to sleep, goodnight my sweet."

We cuddled in together, her back against my front and soon we were both sound asleep.

I was woken from a deep sleep by an unusual sensation. Half awake, for a short time I didn't realize what was going on. Then it struck me and I was soon fully awake! The sensation was coming from my cock as I was sucked into consciousness by the lovely Sue. I raised my head to see the sheet moving up and down, so I slid the sheet off Sue's head to watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. 

She paused and grinned impishly at me, "Good morning, my master, how do you like your wake up call, better than an alarm clock don't you think?"

"Cut out that master crap, I'm no more a master than you are my slave, just keep sucking!" I replied as I gently pushed her head back down over my partial hard on.

Sue's reply was to renew her enthusiastic sucking. It wasn't long before her work had the desired effect, I was as hard as a rock. 

Sue suddenly stopped sucking, sat quickly up, straddled me and paused with her pussy just inches above my cock.

With a wide smile on her face she said "I'm not a Flintstone but I can make your bed rock!" And slowly lowered herself onto me. Taking her time she moved gently up and down, the tightness of her cunt around my dick was giving us both the most incredible sensations. Perspiration was glowing on both of us as Sue stopped, my cock fully inside of her.

"Hang on my darling, make this last as long as possible, it's fantastic!" She leant forward and kissed me deeply then sat up straight again. Her nipples were rock hard as I fondled her firm breasts. We were both breathing deeply as Sue remained still, both of us enjoying the erotic sensations happening inside both of us. After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably a lot shorter Sue resumed her up and down movement, slowly at first but then getting quicker and quicker until simultaneously our bodies erupted in one giant orgasm which seemed to go on and on.

Slowly we came back down to earth, Sue remained sitting on my now limp cock, her skin glowing in the soft morning light.

Finally Sue spoke, "God Matt, that was just great, how did you hold on for so long, have you been on Viagra?"

"Viagra? No way!" I laughed, "You know what they say about Viagra, it's like a trip to Disneyland, a two hour wait for a one minute ride!"

Sue and I collapsed in a heap, both laughing and giggling as our breathing returned to normal. We hugged each other tight, knowing without speaking that this was the start of a long, long friendship, where it would lead to neither of us knew, but we did know that there was a lot of spanking, sexy fun ahead for both of us.



The Masseur



He was working away from home and had been for some time now. He missed his family and home comforts and after a particularly hard week at work he was feeling stressed. He considered ways he could relax and distress himself. He was too tired for the gym; the cinema was no fun by yourself and the bars too noisy. Whilst flicking through the welcome brochure in the hotel bedroom he spotted an advertisement for a masseur: Highly Qualified English Masseur – no need to leave the comfort of your room – expert in deep muscle relaxation techniques and aromatherapy.

He thought it sounded just what he needed so carefully dialled the number….

Around an hour later after he had bathed and wrapped himself in a large fluffy bathrobe he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see a petite redheaded woman standing there with a large bag. Welcoming her into his room, he was aware of her slim figure beneath a short, white masseurs overall. Her rounded breasts straining at the buttons that attempted to contain them. She introduced herself as Fee and asked if he had ever had a massage before. He recalled an over exuberant, big-boned masseur from his college days whose speciality was to leave you a physical wreck with neck problems. Fee laughed and smiled, assuring him that she would be gentle. Fee began to unzip her large bag whilst instructing him to take off his robe and lie on the bed, she passed him a large warm towel, “Don’t worry and try to relax, you can cover your modesty with this” she said. Fee turned to busy herself lighting an incense stick, dimming the lights and mixing a blend of fragrant oils to use on him as he lay on the bed slowly becoming accustomed to the atmosphere.

Fee’s touch was gentle and warm as she began to stroke him, the oil helping her small hands to glide over his skin. She started by running her fingers through his hair slowly and gently kneading his head, smoothing out the frown that his face had worn for the past weeks. Down his neck to his knotted shoulders she worked, pressing and stroking, almost draining the pressure from them. With one hand always in contact with his skin she stroked his arms, working the stress from them, rubbing the palms of his hands and gently squeezing and stretching each well-oiled finger.

Wow, this felt great. He was beginning to feel stirring sensations in his groin as he cautiously opened one eye to watch her work. He could feel her warm, oiled hands gliding over his chest, rolling and kneading the flesh. Her dark red, curly hair was tied back except for one long curl that had worked loose. It caressed her cheek as she worked, her face flushed and her eyes filled with a faraway look. The top two buttons of her overall had come open and as she leaned over him he had a perfect view of her tanned breasts and the deep valley between them. With only a towel to cover his modesty he was unable to hide the fact that his dick had become incredibly hard and swollen. He was desperately trying to think of other things but the sight and thoughts of her heaving breasts burned into him.

Her eyes widened as her hands moved down to his stomach and she noticed his huge bulge. She smiled as he blushed and tried to stammer an apology…..

“Shhhhhh,” she ordered as she slowly removed his towel, revealing his hard as rock erection. Her warm, oiled hand gently grasped his throbbing dick and began to stroke it firmly, squeezing the head while her other hand massaged his aching balls. She spread his legs a little and began to massage underneath his balls, stroking and probing, applying a little pressure and searching for his asshole. Still wanking his gorged dick she inserted an oiled finger into his ass. He thought he would cum there and then it felt so good.

Leaning over him she unbuttoned the rest of her overall and let it slip from her shoulders, her nipples hardening before his eyes. He reached out and touched the silky skin, circling his fingers around the swollen nipple. She moaned out loud as he rubbed it between his fingers and leaned towards him as he gently took it into his mouth and sucked and licked it. Underneath her overall she was naked, her soft, tanned skin glowing in the dimmed light. She turned from him and leaned over him, rubbing his hard dick between her breasts then taking her pink tongue and licking along the length of his shaft, right the way down to his tight balls. Her wet lips slid over the head of his dick and began to suck him. He moaned as he watched his dick slide in and out of her hot mouth and his hands reached out to touch her. 

With her legs already parted his fingers found her wet, shaven pussy and began to rub and probe. He was gasping as she sucked on his dick and his fingers fucked her wet hole, she pushed back onto his fingers and continued to suck him greedily. In a flash he had her dripping cunt above his face and her legs straddling him as he lapped at her juices, flicking her swollen clitty with his tongue and licking along her crack. She tasted so sweet as he drank in her juices, he buried his face into her as he felt her beginning to cum. He heard her moaning as it built and felt the tensing just before she finally let go, her wetness leaking out all over his face as he kept on licking and sucking her. He could feel her legs trembling as her cunt muscles spasmed. 

He was ready to explode as she wanked him, keeping her mouth over the head of his hard dick, sucking him and wiggling the finger in his ass, then she stopped and turned around. Her pussy still dripping from her cumming she straddled his glistening dick and, using her hands, guided his swollen member into her hot hole. He watched her face and reached out to touch her breasts as she slowly impaled herself onto him, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and vein. 

God! How he wanted to be inside that tight hole! She slid right down the shaft, covering him with pussy juice, then pulled up again, squeezing his dick with her tight slippery pussy. He grabbed her ass and began to fuck her harder, ramming his cock into her cunt, feeling her hips riding him. Her breasts squashed onto his chest, he could hear her moaning and panting as he fucked that sweet cunt hard and fast. He felt his balls tighten and could feel the cum rising through him, she felt it too and fucked him harder as he exploded into her, cumming and cumming and cumming.

He thought he would never stop as he shot hot spurts of cum into her eager, tight, hot young pussy. Her muscles encouraging him to cum harder and longer than he ever did before, squeezing every last drop from him. They collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed and strangely enough – he felt completely relaxed.



The Masseur



A new client coming today. Recommended by an old client who knew how good my work could be. I've got butterflies in my stomach. I always do when I'm anticipating a new client, especially one specifically requesting a Total Massage.

Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Todd. I've been doing body work for over 20 years. I use an amalgamation of Swedish, Neuromuscular, Thai, Chiropractic and basic instinct in my work. For me the body is a canvas and I paint well-being all over it. The rush of being able to touch someone with my hands and have them feel better for it transcends everything for me. What a gift.

The table is set up, freshly laundered sheet over a mattress pad, a nice bolster for the lower legs. The scents of vanilla, sandalwood and cinnamon waft in the air from the incense brazier. Different colored soy candles are lit all around the room, creating a mellow, sensual ambiance with the incense. 

Hearing a car pull up, I start my special massage music. The wonderful sounds of Peter Kater on the piano accompanied by R. Carlos Nakai on the bone flute fills the room with gentleness.

Then I hear the knock on the door, hesitant, unsure. I open the door and see Joni. I struggle to control my face. She is exquisite. Long ringleted red hair hanging loosely to her waist, striking green eyes over a pert nose, slightly upturned. She is dressed simply, running shorts and a t-shirt. Her braless breasts appeared firm, upright, her nipples easily visible, poking out from her t-shirt.

"Hello," I greeted her, holding out my hand to take hers. "I'm Todd. You must be Joni."

"Hello," she said, her eyes big, unblinking as she took me in. "Yes, I'm Joni."

"Please come in," I said to her, stepping aside and letting her enter.

I watched her eyes as she quickly appraised the room, taking in everything at once. I saw her shoulders slightly relax; a good sign. She too was nervous, but the room's ambiance relaxed her.

"May I get you something to drink?" I offered.

"Um, sure, okay," she said, looking a bit unsure of herself.

"Please, have a seat," I said, indicating a sofa. "What would you like?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know," she said with a laugh. "What are my choices?"

"Well, I've got everything from tap water to bottled water to fruit juice to a full bar. I specialize in rum drinks and Margueritas. There's also beer."

"Well, you sure are prepared," she laughed, sitting back into the sofa. "So, you make a good Marguerita?" she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

"So I'm told," I replied, smiling. "Care to try one?"

"Sure, why not," Joni said, tossing her incredible hair.

"It'll take me a couple of minutes," I told her, opening cabinets and finding my ingredients. "Maybe you'd like to take this opportunity to change into this," I said, handing her a big towel. "No clothes or jewelry, please."

"Oh, sure," she said, taking the towel from me. "Should I just change right here?" she asked, a bit uncertain.

"If you'd like," I replied with a laugh as I filled the shaker with ice. "But you're also very welcome to use the bathroom," I said, indicating a door at the back of the room.

"Thanks," Joni said, a smile splitting her freckled face. "I'll be right back."

I added some Cuervo Gold Tequila, some Grand Marnier, a nice splash of Rose's Lime Juice, then topped it off with some homemade sour mix that I always keep ready. Dipping the top of the glass in a small plate of water to wet the rim, I then twisted it into a container of Kosher sea salt, creating a nice salt rim on the glass. Then shaking the shaker as hard as I could, I shook the drink until my arm hurt, then removed the cap and carefully poured it into the glass, every drop just fitting with a nice head of foam at the top.

I head the door open from the bathroom and turned, the drink in my hand, to see Joni return to the room, the towel wrapped around her body, tucked into her generous cleavage. I noticed her feet, small delicate feet with very straight toes, her big toe and the next two almost the same length. The shape of a woman's feet always tells me something about their body.

I handed her the drink, a smile on my face as her eyes lit up when she saw it.

"Oh, this is beautiful," she said, putting the glass to her mouth. 

I could see her tongue slide out to taste the salt rim, nice and pointed, then she was taking a big swallow from the glass.

"Oh my god," she said, swallowing, a film of the drink's head on her upper lip. "That is one of the best Margueritas I've ever had," she said, taking another gulp. "This is so good!"

"Why, thank you," I said with a smile. "I'm glad you like it. Would you care for a smoke?" I asked, holding up a joint, having been apprised of her indulgence by Denise.

"Oh, god, that would be great," she said. "It's been a while."

"Well, you want to be careful then," I warned. "It's really good stuff and that's a strong drink you've got there."

"That's okay," she said. "I am out of contact for the afternoon to pamper myself," she informed me. "Denise says you're absolutely trustworthy, that I can safely put myself in your hands."

"Well, that's sure nice of her, and it's also true. This is your time and everything will be tailored to your wants and needs," I told her. "You set the limits."

"That sounds wonderful," she said, taking the joint from me and drawing a long hit into her lungs. "Oh, god, that tastes so good," she said after slowly exhaling a huge amount of smoke. "I can feel my head spin already."

"Would you like to get started?" I asked, taking a hit from the joint.

"Mmmm, sure," Joni replied, taking another big swallow from her drink. "This is so good, I just can't stop," she said with a laugh.

"Could you please tie your hair up on top of your head?" I asked, handing her a hair tie. "It will be in the way otherwise."

"Oh, sure," she said, taking the hair tie and putting her drink down.

Reaching up and gathering her hair, Joni began to tie it on top of her head. As she twisted the hair tie around her hair, the towel loosened just enough to slip from her body, revealing her beautiful breasts, freckled, hard pointed nipples sticking out dark cherry-red from the ends. She finished with her hair and caught the towel where it had become trapped between her thighs and the massage table. I could see just a glimpse of bright red hair before she once again covered herself.

"I guess you think that's silly," she said, "covering myself. I mean, you see bodies all the time, don't you?"

"That's true, my work is bodies," I agreed, "but that doesn't mean you can't have a sense of privacy about yours, does it?"

"No, I guess not," she agreed as I passed her the joint once again and she took another deep hit.

"Why don't you get on the table, your face here in this face cradle," I suggested.

"Yes, let's get started," she said, taking one more big swallow from her drink and climbing up onto the table, laying on her stomach.

I tried to rearrange the towel but Joni had lain on it, trapping it beneath her body. Gently pulling on it, she lifted up to allow me to pull it free of her body, turning it to cover her length-wise.

"Do you have any particular problems or limitations you'd like me to be aware of?" I asked, sliding the towel down to the crack of her ass, exposing her back, also lightly freckled, completely clear of any blemishes.

"I'm just really tense," Joni replied. "I need to relax, really relax."

"Okay, that should be no problem," I told her. "Anything you'd like me to avoid?" I asked.

"I'd prefer not to have any unnecessary pain," she replied.

"Well, I have very strong hands," I informed her as I took some Biotone creme into my hands and began warming it by rubbing my hands together briskly. "So you tell me if the pressure is not to your liking or if anything I do is not to your liking," I said, slowly and gently letting my hands come to rest on her back, feeling the heat from her skin on my hands as I slowly slid my hands up to her neck, then back down, spreading the creme all over her back.

"Oh, that feels so nice," Joni sighed, relaxing into the table as I began to work her back.

"Have you had massages before?" I inquired as I began a series of long, firm effleurage strokes from the iliac crest up to her neck.

"Once," she replied, sighing. "But it was more like an oil bath, nothing like this at all."

"Well, I'm just starting," I laughed, "and I don't use oil."

"Your hands feel marvelous," Joni murmured as I continued to effleurage, letting my hands move to the sides of her back, not changing the pressure as I let my hands slide over the swell of her breasts bulging from the sides, noticing with satisfaction that the only reaction was Joni sighing and settling even more deeply -- as if that were possible -- into the table.

I then began to petrossage her lower back, kneading the muscles, concentrating on the quadratus lumborum, the muscle that connects the lower rib to the illiac crest, the origin of nearly all lower-back problems. I could just see the beginning of crease splitting her ass, the gentle but seemingly perfect swell of her ass under the towel. I looked forward to that part of the massage.

"Denise never told me exactly what a Total Massage was," Joni said, "other than it was the best experience she'd ever had."

"Well, that's certainly nice to hear," I replied, once again effleuraging up her back, smoothing things out, and deliberately ignoring the rest of her statement.

"What exactly is a Total Massage?" she finally asked after a long pause, during which I had noticed the slight increase in tension in her back.

"Well, I guess it's different for every person," I hedged, enjoying this part as I ran my thumbs up along her spinal ridge, pressing as deeply as I dared, stopping the pressure when I felt that it would be counterproductive to press any deeper.

"Basically, it means that your whole body gets treated, within limits that only you can set," I explained, once more running my thumbs up her spine, slightly more deeply this time. "All tradition, rules, laws, whatever, are gone; the only thing that matters is you and your body's needs. The whole purpose of massage is to relax, to release, and with Total Massage it is possible to get to the whole body, not hampered by anything but whatever limits you yourself choose to set."

"That sounds like it could be........interesting," she said, finally finding a word, sighing as I began to work the pressure points on the outside of her scapula, right up into her armpit. "Do you have many clients who like Total Massage?"

"No," I replied simply as I gently petrossaged the area I had just been working, delighting in feeling the soft flesh of the side of her breast. "Actually, you're the first person I've ever had that requested a Total Massage the first time. Usually it's a client that I've been working on for quite a long time, where there has been a building of trust. It can be a much more personal experience than even a basic massage, and that's pretty personal in its own right," I explained.

"Would you do a Total Massage to anyone who wanted one," Joni persisted.

I smiled to myself, recognizing her need to feel special, not ordinary.

"Definitely not," I replied, beginning to effleurage her rhomboids, pressing as deeply as possible beneath her scapula as I attempted to unstick the fascia that was causing her rib heads to stick and not float freely. "First of all, I have to like the person I'm working on, more than just as a client. Secondly, I have to have a feeling of trust in the person I'm working on."

"Oh, I guess that's a compliment," Joni said as I reached beneath her scapula, using it like a handle as I gently yet firmly pulled upwards, actually lifting her off the table, stretching her rhomboids. I could see her breast swinging free beneath her, I had lifted her so far off the table. Beautiful hard, erect nipple.

"Yes, though actually it's more a compliment to Denise," I said. "It was her absolute recommendation of you that got you to the head of the class, so to speak," I added as I lowered her back down onto the table and began to effleurage the area to smooth it out. "But then, seeing you, how could I possibly resist working on such a beautiful woman!"

"Why, thank you," Joni said as I began to petrossage the upper trapezius muscles of her shoulder.

"How's the pressure so far?" I asked as I moved around to the head of the table so that I could do some deep stripping with my thumbs.

"Mmmm, it feels great," Joni sighed as I finished and moved around the table to the other side. "Could I have a sip of my drink, please?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, carefully picking it up so that it didn't slip from my slick fingers.

Joni propped herself up on her elbows as she reached for the drink, completely exposing her exquisite breasts to my gaze as she took a long swallow before handing the drink back to me.

"Mmm, thanks," she said, laying back down. "I think that you do make the best Marguerita I've ever tasted."

"That's just because I'm the only person who serves it with a massage," I laughed, starting once again on the other side of her back.

She laughed, then there was a nice long spell of silence as I worked the other half of her back in the same manner. By the time I had finished, her pale freckled skin was flushed a bright red, a good sign. Finishing up her back, I pulled the towel up to cover it, gently running my hands over the towel, making nice to her back which I had just intensely worked on.

Moving down to her legs, I rolled the towel over to expose a leg and ass cheek, letting the towel lay just to the other side of midline. Joni was laying with her knees and ankles pressed together, so I gently slipped a hand between her knees, pulling her leg towards me as far as possible without it slipping off the table.

Now I could clearly see her pussy, as smooth as the day she was born, her inner lips prominently curling out from between her outer ones, confirming my observation of her feet earlier. Her clit was fat, just peeking out from between the folds of her pussy. Above her pussy the star-shaped pucker of her rosebud winked invitingly.

Rubbing some creme between my hands, I slowly and gently applied it to her leg, starting at her lower calf and continuing up to the top of her thigh, then gliding up over her ass cheek, never varying the pressure. Joni lay passively as I continued to spread the creme evenly over her leg, making sure to coat both the outside as well as the inside of her thigh, right up to the point where it joined her body. I could see her pussy starting to glisten with moisture.

Moving back down to her foot, I sat on the edge of the table and began to massage it, my eyes never straying for long from the beauty of her pussy staring at me from between her spread legs. Standing up and bending her leg at the knee so that the bottom of her foot was pointing at the ceiling, I began to work on her long slender toes, each one individually.

"Ohh, that is so nice," Joni sighed, speaking for the first time in many long minutes.

Lowering her foot back down to rest on the bolster, Joni wriggled, settling herself on the table. I noticed that her other leg had moved to the far limit of the table edge, effectively opening her pussy up as much as possible while still keeping her legs on the table. I could just make out the entrance to her pussy as her lips slightly spread open.

Effleuraging her leg firmly from the ankle to the top of her ass, I began to loosen the muscles. Pressing my hands firmly on both the outside and inside of her leg at the same time, I pushed upwards, stopping only when the edge of my hand contacted the juncture of her thigh and body, almost touching her pussy before sliding up over her ass, letting my hand slide up through the crack of her ass, over her rosebud, before sliding back down to her ankle.

Hearing Joni sigh deeply, I repeated this two more times, each time letting my hand slide more deeply into the crack of her ass to the point where I could feel the ridging of her rosebud. Her pussy was now glistening from the juices seeping from it. This was working just perfectly.

Petrossaging her calf, first from the sides bottom to top with the fibers, then from the side, across the fibers, finally finishing with a firm stripping with the thumbs up the center of the soleus, then along each juncture of muscle groups, finishing with more firm effleurage to smooth things out, once more gliding up the outside and inside of her leg, firmly, this time letting the outside edge of my hand graze against her pussy lips slightly as I slid up the crack of her ass.

I then began to very firmly effleurage her leg above the knee, first the outside, then the outside oblique, then square in the middle of her hamstrings, then inner oblique, and finally just the inner thigh, sliding right up until my hand bumped against her pussy.

Joni hadn't moved a muscle. She lay there limp like a rag doll, lost in the massage as I began to petrossage her outer leg from the knee all the way up to the top of her pelvic crest and back again, being careful not to press too firmly on the TFL muscle, which is very sensitive. I repeated this two more times, then moved to the center of her thigh, again starting at the knee and moving up her leg, petrossaging the thick heavy muscles there, continuing up onto her ass, gripping her entire cheek in my hands as I worked, all the way to the top and then back down again. Each time I made the transition from her leg to her ass or visa-versa, the effect of squeezing the muscles in my hand pulled her pussy open, affording me an unimpeded view of the incredibly wet, pink interior, her clit now larger and distended out beyond her prominent pussy lips.

Three times I made this journey, then transitioned to the inner thigh, that most sensitive part of anyone's body. Carefully gripping her adductors as I petrossaged, I worked my way up until my hand bumped into her pussy, then worked my way down to her knee again, repeating this a total of three times. Bringing my hand to my face, I sniffed deeply, smelling her pussy on the outer edge of my hand. I flicked my tongue out, tasting the sheen of juice. I could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts as I tasted her delicious juices.

Now I began to work on her ass cheek, kneading it, squeezing it, massaging it, making sure that my hands frequently dipped deep into the crack of her ass, letting my finger tip lightly press against her rosebud as it slid over it.

Though it all, Joni lay like a rag doll, not making a sound, not moving. I could now see a small spot of moisture beneath her pussy on the sheet as I continued to massage her ass cheek.

Now I moved to apply pressure to her hip pointers, the first one at the top of the socket of the ball of the hip, pressing gently, knowing that it was going to be very sensitive. I heard Joni's intake of breath as I gently worked the spot, then slid up about an inch to the other end where it attached to the lower rib, the most sensitive spot, and even more gently worked that point.

The third and final point was right in the middle of the gluteus maximus, deep. Spreading the fingers of both hands to brace myself, I found the spot and with one thumb pressing down on the other, slowly pressed deep into the muscle tissue until I felt the joint I was looking for, pressing and gently making small circles to stimulate. My spread fingers covered her ass, with the ring finger and pinky of my right hand actually resting on and across her pussy. Pressing a little deeper and wriggling my hand, I let my ring finger and pinky slide between her pussy lips, feeling the hot wetness within.

Joni hadn't moved at all, no reaction to my fingers obviously deliberately sliding gently up and down between her pussy lips. Releasing the pressure of my thumbs on her hip flexor, I blatantly began to massage her pussy lips between my fingers, pulling and stretching them. When I squeezed her clit between my fingers, Joni stiffened and I realized that she was going to have an orgasm. As she began to shudder, I slid two fingers up into her pussy, feeling her pussy spasm and clamp down on my fingers as she came. When she finished cumming I slid my fingers from her pussy, once more firmly rubbing all of it before letting my hands slide up over her ass and then down her legs once more.




The Masseur



"Oh my god, that was incredible," I heard Joni moan from the face cradle. "I can't believe you made me cum like that."

"It's all about release," I told her, pulling the towel back to cover her as I moved around the table to work on the other leg. "You obviously need that."

"I'll say," Joni sighed. "You must think I'm awful."

"Not at all," I said as I began to roll the towel off of her other leg. "You've obviously bottled up a lot of tension and stress in your body, I'm just helping you release it."

"May I have some more of my drink?" Joni asked, pushing up onto her elbows.

"Sure," I said, getting her drink and handing it to her.

I could see her eyes noticing my cock pushing out against my shorts as she drank. I always wore these same shorts, very short with nothing beneath them. It made many things much easier.

"Thanks," she said, handing me her now empty drink and laying back down. "I'm a little warm," she said, lifting her face from the cradle. "Is the towel necessary?"

"The towel is there strictly for you," I informed her. "It's about your security and privacy."

"Well, all things considered, I think I can do without it," she said. "It's just too warm."

"No problem," I said, removing the towel entirely from her body, leaving her laying naked on the table, her legs spread wide.

"That's better," she said, wriggling her ass, settling into the table.

I let my hand slide from the small of her back, down her ass crack and into her pussy, rubbing her for a moment before continuing on down her leg to her foot. Getting some creme, I proceeded to thoroughly cover her leg, all the way up over her ass to the small of her back. I could see a sticky thread of pussy juice from the tip of her clit to the growing wet spot on the sheet beneath her as I sat on the end of the table to work on her foot.

It was all I could do to concentrate on my work, her beautiful pussy spread in front of me, just begging for some attention. But I imposed discipline on myself and did my job, slowly but surely working my way up her leg to her ass cheek. This time when I pressed my thumbs into the final hip flexor in the middle of her ass cheek, I let my ring and pinky fingers slide right up into her pussy.

As Joni moaned I massaged her pussy lips, pulling on them, kneading them between my fingers. She was pressing back against my hand as I began finger-fucking her, first with two fingers, then three, and finally four fingers plunging in and out of her hot wet pussy, all the way up to my knuckles. As I felt her pussy contract in orgasm, I let my thumb which had been resting on her rosebud press into her ass. Joni groaned out loud, pressing back against me, finally collapsing on the table when her orgasm subsided.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as I let my fingers slip from her pussy and ass. "I have never in my life cum so hard. That was incredible."

"Well, you obviously need the release," I commented wryly. "And we're only half-way done."

"God, I don't know if I can take anymore," Joni said, turning her head to look at me.

Her eyes widened fully when she saw my cock standing straight out in front of me, having long since escaped from my shorts.

"Let's get you turned onto your side," I said, "with your head on the table now."

"Uh, sure," Joni said, turning and scooting down the table until she was laying facing me.

I positioned her body with her upper leg bent as she lay on her side. Telling her to lay back, essentially twisting her body, I put one hand on her hip on her ass, the other on her rib cage just beneath her breast, which I could feel pressing against my hand. Catching her knee against the inside of my leg, I pushed with both hands and pressed down with my leg, twisting her.

Crack, crack, crack her back went as it adjusted. As I stood up I could see a slick mark on her thigh where my cock had dragged, leaking precum. Turning her over, I moved to the other side and repeated the same movement, her back once more releasing.

"Turn onto your stomach once more for a moment," I requested as Joni lay there, sprawled in the twisted position from the adjustment, her breasts heaving, nipples hard and erect.

Slowly she turned onto her stomach, her head turned away from me. I checked her neck found it out of alignment and quickly adjusted it, much to Joni's surprise.

"Oh, my, I've never had that done before," she said as I positioned her head so that it was facing me.

"I need to do it one more time," I advised her. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure," she said. "In for a penny..."

"In for a pound," I finished as I adjusted her neck. "There, now on your back, please."

Slowly Joni turned onto her back and for the first time I saw the bright red patch of hair just above the slit of her pussy. On her back her pussy looked entirely different with her clit looking like the tip of a finger as it stuck out from between her pussy lips.

Putting her right hand on her left shoulder and her left hand on her right shoulder, I put my left hand beneath her back right in the middle of her spine, my other hand going around her body to hold the hand in her back. Essentially I was holding her in a loose hug.

"Take a deep breath," I instructed her, checking my grip. "Now let it all out, and don't cheat," I told her, feeling her breath leave her body and at the same time quickly and firmly hugging her to me.

Her back went ccrrraackkkk as the entire thoracic region adjusted like a row of dominos. We both froze in that position for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise, just inches from my own. Then she leaned forward a bit and gently kissed me on the mouth. I responded, sucking on her sweet tongue as she wrapped her arms around my neck. After a minute or so I disengaged myself, smiling down at her.

"Maybe we should finish the massage," I suggested, "otherwise we won't."

"Oh, god, I can't believe there's more," Joni said with a laugh, releasing me.

"We've only just started," I assured her as I stood at the head of the table, an oversized pillowcase folded in thirds length-wise in my hands.

Making sure her incredible red hair was up off of her neck, I put the pillowcase beneath her head and wrapped it around her eyes, tucking it beneath her head. Now she was completely blindfolded.

"Oh, is this the kinky part?" Joni asked with a laugh.

"Most people find it easier to relax if their eyes are covered," I explained. "They're less conscious than they would be if they just closed their eyes. It'll help you to relax."

"Mmm," she said as I held her head, slowly checking the range of motion. When I had her head turned towards me, I leaned forward, letting my erect cock gently touch her lips. I was pleased to see the tip of her tongue protrude from between her lips to taste/see what it was, then her mouth opened and I slid my cock in as she wrapped her lips around it.

I stood there incredulous that this beautiful woman, who had been a total stranger not a half an hour before, was now laying naked, blindfolded, and sucking my cock. And god, could she suck! Though she appeared to be only 5'5" or so, a small woman, I was shocked when I saw and felt her nose pressing against my belly, all 8" of my cock in her mouth and down her throat. It was like being in a milking machine. I could feel her throat opening and closing on my cock, squeezing it. As I watched in amazement I saw Joni's tongue somehow slither out from around my cock to tease my balls.

"Oh, god, your cock tastes so good," she gasped, having let my cock slowly slide from her mouth.

I watched her tongue flick out, licking the droplet of precum that had formed at the slit, then she was plunging herself down on my cock again, literally swallowing it. I began to fuck her face, totally caught up in the nasty turn things had taken. With one hand holding the back of her head, I pounded my cock in and out of her all too willing mouth, burying it completely each time. Incredibly, Joni continued to actively suck me. This was one hot woman!

I then felt the first stirrings in my balls of impending explosion and thought briefly about saving it for a better place, then realized that there couldn't possibly be a better place. I stopped fucking her face and just let her suck me, my orgasm building slowly but surely to that point of no return. Joni had to realize what was coming and she increased the intensity of her sucking as I lost control, cum exploding from my cock, almost buckling my knees with the power of the release.

And Joni just kept on sucking, never giving an inch as my balls slowly but surely emptied themselves into her sucking mouth. Finally I stopped cumming and had to step back away from Joni's merciless tongue. She lay there, blindfolded, licking her lips, a big smile on her face. I could see her mouth full of cum and then she gulped, swallowing, then continued licking her lips, sighing contentedly as she continued to swallow.

"Damn!" was all I could manage to gasp as I stood there, my cock quivering, still standing straight out in front of me. This was one hot woman and I was horny as hell right now. I wanted nothing more than to just fuck her, but I still had half a body to massage.

"Oh, god, please fuck me," Joni begged, her hands between her legs, frantically rubbing her pussy.

"I think we should finish the massage," I heard myself say. What a professional! "There's plenty of time to do a good job," I told her.

"Oh, damn!" she moaned, furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy.

I reached down and grabbed both of her nipples between my fingers, pulling on them, stretching them as far as I could. Joni groaned out loud, her fingers squishing noisily in her sopping pussy. They she cried out, arching her back as I pinched her nipples as hard as I could. Her whole body began to tremble as she had yet another orgasm. I pinched her nipples as hard as I could one more time before releasing them, watching as Joni slowly calmed down, sinking into the table, temporarily sated for the moment.

I moved down to the foot of the table, taking some creme and applying it to one leg, starting at the ankle and moving up to just above the juncture of her leg and torso, taking special care not to touch her pussy which was spread open in front of me, her clit swollen and sticking out from between her unfurled pussy lips.

I worked both sides of her calf, then propped her foot up on the table with her knee bent. Letting her knee fall outward opened her pussy even more. Reluctantly I let her leg slide back down to the table and began to work above her knee. Long firm effleurage strokes up the outside of the leg, the top of the leg, then the inside of the thigh, this time letting two fingers slide into her open pussy as I got to the top of my stroke.

Joni moaned, pressing herself against my fingers which were already sliding back down her leg. I did this a couple more times before switching to petrossage, again working the outside of the leg, then the fullness of her quads, then the inside of her thigh, the adductors. This time, when I got to the top of her leg, I continued on to her pussy, grabbing and massaging and pulling on her pussy lips, then plunging my fingers into her, her pussy now easily accommodating four fingers as I finger-fucked her for several seconds.

I then moved around the table to the other side and repeated everything on the other leg, once again finishing with four fingers plunging in and out of her hungry pussy. Giving her clit one final pinch which caused her to gasp, I then moved to Joni's hand, carefully squeezing and pulling on each finger, moving them side to side to get a lateral release of the middle knuckle joint, then turning the hand over and working the palm with my thumbs, deeply with long strokes from the wrist to the ball of the hand.

And then slowly working the lower arm, both sides, working my way up to her elbow and back down again, three times, before stripping with my thumbs up the center of the arm, deeply, almost to the point of pain.

I then moved to the head of the table, still holding Joni's arm in my hand, bringing it up over her head, hanging limp from the elbow down. Bracing her elbow against my groin, I was able to use two hands to work her biceps and triceps, making sure to glide deeply into her armpit and down her side and back up again. Finishing, I placed her arm by her side and moved around the table to repeat it on the other arm.

Now taking some creme in my hand, I gently spread it across Joni's stomach, hearing her sudden intake of breath at the cool creme. Using some more creme, I effleuraged up over her ribs and breasts, making certain to massage them deeply and firmly, pinching and squeezing her nipples between my fingers. 

Joni's head was back, her eyes covered and her mouth open as I worked her chest and stomach. She had such beautiful breasts, I just couldn't get enough of them. They felt so good in my hands. But it was time to move on, so I pulled a seat up at the head of the table and sat down to work on her neck and head. Firmly I stroked her neck from shoulder to head, both sides and underneath. Then turning her head I massaged the side of her neck with the web of my hand, down and up, down and up, then the trapezoid attachments at the base of the skull. Then it was time to treat the other side of her neck the same way.

Finally I massaged Joni's scalp, then her ears, finishing with my fingers lightly on her forehead. She lay there dead to the world, her mouth open, totally relaxed, her beautiful breasts with hard pointed nipples sticking up in the air, her skin glistening from the creme.

I went to the foot of the table once more, gently pulling on her legs, encouraging her to scoot down the table until her ass was just on the edge. I was holding her legs hooked over my arms, her pussy spread open in front of me. Quickly covering my cock with some of the massage creme, I leaned forward and buried myself in her pussy without any warning whatsoever.

Joni gasped, arching her back and pressing into me as I began to fuck her. Her pussy felt so good; hot, wet, hungry. I couldn't believe how tight she was as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy.

Joni was pinching and pulling on her own nipples as I fucked her. I looked down to see her pussy lips grasping my cock as it slid in and out. Joni was writhing on the table, but when I reached with my thumb and began to rub her big fat clit which was literally bulging above my plunging cock, she exploded on the table. It was all I could do to hold her legs tightly as she orgasmed out of control.

I continued to rub her clit while I fucked her. I had never in my life seen a woman so out of control. Finally I could take it no more, her magical pussy working its magic, and I exploded, cum shooting deep into her milking pussy. Only when I had finished spurting did I stop rubbing her clit and collapsed forward onto her, my face on her magnificent breasts.

After a minute I pushed myself upright again, my now diminished cock still ensconced in Joni's pussy. Reluctantly sliding out of her, I helped her to scoot back up onto the table where she lay limp, her legs splayed open, cum dribbling from her spread pussy.

I walked around the table, letting my hands slide up her body from her stomach onto her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples and pulling on them, pinching them as hard as I could until she gasped, arching her back. I then moved up to her head, letting my hands slide around her throat to her neck, cradling her head and gently taking it through a range of motion, ending up with her head turned to the side, towards me.

Still supporting her head and neck with one hand, I let my other one slide down to her breast once again, squeezing it and easily grasping her rock-hard erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I squeezed, increasing the pressure, Joni opened her mouth to gasp and I leaned forward, letting my cock, covered in her pussy juices and my cum, slide into her mouth.

Without hesitation she began to suck on it and I released my grip on her nipple. It was amazing to stand there and watch this beautiful blindfolded woman sucking my cock that had just spent such a wonderful time in her pussy. She buried her nose in my stomach and sucked and milked my entire 8" with her mouth and throat. It was incredible.

I began to fuck her mouth, gently at first, then harder, feeling the slight resistence as I slid into her throat each time. She just lay there, a willing receptacle. After five or ten minutes I could see that she was beginning to tire, holding her mouth wide open like that. Sliding my cock out so that just the head was in her mouth, I almost fainted as she sucked on it, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. 

When she opened her mouth to gasp for breath, I grabbed her by the legs and spun her around so that she was laying across the table, her head hanging over the edge while I supported her legs on my arms. Joni's sopping pussy was spread in front of me, my rock-hard cock pointing at it. Her pussy juices and my cum had leaked from her pussy and had dribbled down the crack of her ass.

I rubbed my cock up and down in her slit, pressing down on her distended clit, causing her to gasp and arch up against me. Slowly I let my cock slide once again into her incredible pussy. I pumped in and out a few times, then pulled my cock out, letting it slide down to press against her rosebud.

Joni gasped when she felt my cock pressing against her asshole. I could feel her body stiffen, then relax as I began to press harder. Just when I thought my cock would break in two, her ass sphincter relaxed enough for the head of my cock to push into her ass. A garbled scream came from Joni's mouth as I slowly and relentlessly pushed my cock into her ass. It took several minutes before I was leaning up against her body, my entire cock buried deep in her tight ass.

I leaned forward, sucking on and biting her nipples. Joni lifted her head, using her hands to hold mine, and kissed me hard, driving her tongue into my mouth as my cock pulsated in her ass. Then I stood up and began slowly fucking Joni's ass, seeing her pussy gaping open above my cock sliding in and out of her rosebud. I began to rub her clit as I fucked her ass and Joni writhed on the table, bucking against me as I continued to fuck her.

Her ass was so tight I thought it was going to tear skin from my cock. She really seemed to enjoy it, screwing her ass onto my cock as I drove it into her each time. I was holding her breasts in my hands, squeezing her nipples and pulling on them as I fucked her ass. After what seemed like an hour I finally felt my balls begin to churn and I knew that I was finally going to be able to cum.

As I felt myself boiling to the point of no return, I pulled my cock from Joni's ass, spinning her around on the table so that her head was hanging over in front of me as I pumped my cock in my hand. Supporting her head with one hand and wanking my cock with the other, I began to cum, shooting it onto Joni's face. To my surprise and delight she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as I continued to shoot cum, now aiming for her open mouth.

Joni's face was covered and plenty of cum had shot into her mouth when I finished cumming. Gently repositioning her on the table, I put the towel over her and went to the bathroom to wash myself and let her rest and collect herself. When I emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, Joni was sitting up, the towel in a pile beside her, her knees spread and her pussy open to my view.

"That was the most incredible experience of my entire life," Joni told me, shaking her head. "I can't believe how I feel."

"How do you feel?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Well, for the most part, I feel like I've been reborn," she laughed. "And then there's my pussy and ass," she said, "they feel like they've been had by the football team. I had no idea you were so.........talented," she finally said.




The Masseur



"I hope I didn't cross any lines..." I began.

"You obliterated all the lines," Joni said, laughing out loud as I stood in front of her. "If I didn't need to get home and get dinner ready for my husband and children," she said, reaching out and wrapping her hand around my cock, "I'd want some more of this. Can I make another appointment?" she asked, pulling on my cock.

"Of course," I replied, a big smile on my face. "When would you like to come again?"

"God, I've cum more today than I have in the past year," Joni laughed. "How often do you recommend?" she asked.

"Well, as often as you like," I told her. "It's usually an issue of time and/or money for most people. If you can afford it, I'd have at least one massage a day myself."

"I don't know if I could take this every day," Joni said as she slipped off the table to stand in front of me, her hand still wrapped around my cock. "How about we start with twice a week?" she suggested. "We can take it from there."

"That sounds fine," I said, scarcely believing my luck.

"Do you also massage men?" Joni asked, sinking to her knees in front of me and licking my cock.

"Yes," I said, speechless.

"And do you do Total Massages on men?" she asked, engulfing my cock in her mouth.

"I never have," I admitted, my head rolling on my shoulders as she swallowed my cock.

"Would you?" she asked, letting my cock slip from her mouth and licking the tip.

"I don't know," I replied. "I've never done anything sexual with another man beyond sharing a woman."

"But would you?" she persisted, going down on me.

"I've never thought about it," I said, uncomfortable with the subject.

"Is it a matter of money?" she asked.

"Like I said, I've never given it any thought," I said, inwardly sighing wistfully as she released my cock and got to her feet.

"I've got to go," Joni said, grabbing for her clothes.

"Uh, you might want to wash up," I said, raising my eyebrows at the sight of her cum-streaked face.

I heard Joni shriek with laughter from the bathroom and smiled to myself as I took the massage table down. I can't believe this happened. I just can't believe it.

"I certainly did need to wash up," Joni said as she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. "That would have been hard to explain."

"Uh, I take it you don't do this sort of thing often?" I tentatively probed.

"Well, I've never had a massage like this before," Joni laughed, "and, no, I don't do this sort of thing, ever, actually. I've been happily married for almost 20 years," she told me. "I've got a beautiful 18-year-old daughter. I'm a bit in shock that this happened, now that I'm thinking of it."

"Hey, this was a massage, that's all," I told her, making it a point to not touch her. "It was about making you and your body feel better. That's what we did. This is not about anything but that, a therapeutic experience. That's the only way to think about it."

"Well, how much do I owe you for this therapeutic experience of a lifetime?" Joni asked, a smile on her face.

"It's $100," I told her, struggling to keep a straight face.

"That's a bargain," Joni said, reaching into her purse and handing me a $100 bill, then reaching in again and pulling out a $20 and handing that to me too. "Thank you for keeping me in perspective," she said. "See you in a few days, same time?"

"That'll be fine," I told her. "Thanks a lot, Joni," I said. "Don't forget to drink a lot of water for the next 24 hours to help flush the toxins from your system."

Joni walked towards the door and I hurried to get there first, turning the handle and opening it.

"Bye," she said, then quickly turned and put her arm behind my head and pulled me down and kissed me, softly, sensually, her tongue gently teasing mine, then released me.

"Bye," was all I could manage to say as she left, that incredible ass driving me crazy with the memories already.

I collapsed into my reclining chair, exhausted and exhilarated all at once. She had actually paid me! And she was coming back!



The Masseur



I'm not gay. At least that is what I keep telling myself. In high school I played football in the fall, wrestled during the winter, played baseball in the spring/summer. Lettered in all three sports. I was popular with the girls, had a couple of steady girlfriends throughout high school, and in between always had a girl with me. I attended a small college where I played baseball all 4 years. Belonged to a fraternity, did all the frat boy things. After school I moved around a bit, living in several different towns, never really finding a job that kept my interest long. 

A couple of years and towns after college, I was bored with my job, my life. I dated a few women, but nothing long term. I was working out at the local gym, and I befriend the local masseur, Jerome. I knew from years of playing competitive sports that a massage was a great way to recover and relax. Jerome also said it was a great way to make some extra money and meet women. After some talking he convinced me I should do it to. So I enrolled in a class at the local community college and became a certified masseur. 

Well it wasn't as glamorous as Jerome had led me to believe. I had a few short term jobs here and there but nothing regular. I was let go from my day job and with nothing really holding me to that town I moved to another town several hours away, one that was bigger, had more opportunities. I found a regular job in no time, joined the local gym. After a couple of months I convinced the owner to let me offer my services to at his gym for a small fee. I got use of a small unused office but had to furnish it myself. I found a used massage table and some chairs for a cheap price and set up shop. 

Business was slow. I was there most evenings, Monday through Saturday. It was putting a real crimp on my social life and it wasn't paying any dividends. I had 2 or 3 clients a week. Not really worth it. But I met my girlfriend Jessica there. An awesome girl. Small, petite, light brown hair which reach down past her shoulders. She has a killer smile which never stops. I had seen her around the gym a few times, but it wasn't until she came in for a massage that we really hit it off. She became my first regular, and soon we were dating. Sex with her was great, and it wasn't long before I moved in with her. 

I was still trying to make the massage thing work, but I cut my hours to only weekend days, or other times by appointments. My day job kept me busy during the week and I wanted to spend time with Jessica. She had a nonstop sexual appetite. More than once she would show up at my office unannounced, close the door to my office and fuck me right there. She would surprise me at home too. She would meet me at the door totally naked and we fuck in the hallway or the living room. A couple of times she had dinner ready for me, served me while wearing only panties and bra, then for desert pulled out a can of whipped cream. Life with Jessica was great.

In the mean time this guy Paul became a regular of mine. He was older, mid forties probably. He was in pretty good shape, worked out on a regular basis. At first he would come in for a massage once a month or so. Then every couple of weeks. Soon he had a regular appointment every Saturday at 10am, right after his morning workout. At first nothing unusual happened, just another massage. One day while working on his quads he appeared to have a hard on underneath the towel. I didn't say anything or act any different, just continued on about my business.

The next week it was the same thing. This time he caught me eyeing the lump beneath the towel covering him. He didn't say anything. But something intrigued me, so I moved my hands up higher. My hands slipped under the towel, still on his leg. The back side of my fingers brushed his balls. He took a short sharp breath. I did it again, got the same reaction from him. His eyes were closed, but he was grinning. After a couple more times I moved to the other lag, where I repeated the process, every time brushing his balls. I don't know why but I also had hard on. I finished up with Paul, he got dressed and left. I had another appointment right after that, and could hardly contain myself. After that I called Jessica and told her to come down to the gym. When she got there I started to massage her but we ended fucking right there on the table. We had to keep quiet since the room wasn't exactly sound proof. That night when I got home we fucked again. 

The following week Paul had his usual appointment. But I had purposely kept the next time slot open, not sure why. The massage started as normal, like nothing had ever happened. When he rolled over I immediately notice his hard on under the towel. I worked on his thigh, again brushing his balls. He moaned slightly. Moving to his other thigh I continued to brush his balls. "Yeah" he moaned. I was about finished when he slowly pulled the towel away. He lay on the table completely naked. It was the first time I had seen another man's hard on in person so to speak. 

"I've seen the way you've been looking at that, go ahead, touch it."

I didn't know what to say or do. I looked at Paul, he was serious. I looked at his cock, standing up from his stomach. The head purple and swollen. It looked a lot like mine.

"Go away, put you hand on it."

Again I looked at Paul, then back down at his cock. He reached out with his hand, took mine and guided it towards his cock. It touched my hand. The first thing I noticed was how warm it was. It was hard and smooth. With his hand he closed my hand on his cock. I gripped it firmly and he let out a moan. He started my hand stroking up and down on his cock. Moaning again he closed his eyes. 

After a few strokes he took his hand away, but I kept stroking. I couldn't believe but here I was jerking off another guy. And the strangest thing was I also had a raging hard on. I stroked faster, Paul was moaning, his hips starts to push up. With my other hand I reached for his balls. I was surprised hard hot they where, how heavy they were. I squeezed them lightly, causing another moan. His cock seemed to get harder, then it exploded. Paul moaned loudly as his cum shot up onto his belly, I kept stroking, several more squirts of cum shot out. 

When he was done I grabbed a towel and wiped him clean. He got up, got dressed, thanked me then left. He didn't even tip me.

That evening I made Jessica jerk me off before we fucked all night.



The Masseur



This story is for a friend who inspired this story, hope you like it as much as I did writing it! Constructive feedback is always appreciated. 

You come in for a massage and thorough pampering and ask for me by name as you smile at the receptionist. 

"Is Jay in?"

"He's expecting you, Ms. Erin."

She ushers you in promptly as I've cleared my schedule for you. Your eyes light up when you see me in the large room standing next to a padded mat. I smile back 

"I've looked forward to this all week; you're simply captivating."

You undress and grab a towel to wrap around yourself, turning around so I can feast on your lovely form. 

"Really? I couldn't tell."

You look over your bare shoulder at me and wink, wiggling your voluptuous ass. I suck back some drool as I realize I'm slipping into a trance.

"You always do that to me, Erin, best wiggle in the town! Just go over there and have a seat."

I get the collection of fragrant oils from the cabinet as you take a seat on the massage mat, and lie face down. I start by rubbing soothing peppermint oil into your skin and immediately feel the tension in your body as my hands caress your back and shoulders 

"Looks like you need one of my patented full-service massages."

You moan as my hands glide down the delicious small of your back to work and knead the inebriating globes of your sweet ass and round hips, working my hands down and up your unbelievably sexy legs and feet. Messaging your toes one-by-one, I detect the subtle muskiness of your arousal and my ever-hard manhood throbs in my pants

"Oh God! you're amazing, you really know how to pamper a girl. Keep it up."

I smile at the unintentional joke as I work my way back up your oily, smooth legs. Reaching the top of your thighs, I help part your thighs a bit and bend down to inspect your puffy pussy and your hot little asshole. Your slit is dripping and enflamed as I lift the hem of your towel and blow on your excited holes, making you shiver a bit. Then I reach between your legs and start caressing your overheated seam. Up and down, my finger forges its way through your steamy lips, parting them and massaging each between my fingers. Your breath catches and you innocently ask:

"Mmm... is this a new technique you're trying?"

"This is the special massage I save for my favorite customers. You'd be surprised how tense this area gets; its muscles are constantly flexed and they get overworked like any muscle."

"UNG, don't stop!"

"Shh, just relax and let me take care of you."

"Oh baby..."

After a few moments of labial stimulation, your pussy relaxes and leaks profusely as the smell of peppermint and pussy fill the room. I slid my finger into the steamy cleft of your luscious ass and massage around its length, paying much attention to your throbbing asshole, watching you squirm and whimper:

"OH God, please..." 

I smile as I slid my first two fingers deeply into your delicious slit, rubbing your hot pink flesh as your succulence covers my hand. I bring my first two fingers and thumb together around your aching clit and pinch and twist it gently. Your sweet moans turn to purrs and whimpers as you writhe on the mat, gritting your teeth and stammering:

"Mmmm please, make me cum!"

I help you roll over on your back and look in your happy eyes, smiling as I glide my hand up and down your smooth leg.

"Lie back, Erin."

You do as I told, and I reach between your thighs to rub your sopping pussy from top to bottom. Your breathing is erratic and your body is sweating as my fingers pinch and press your sensitive skin. You giggle slightly.

"Oh God, you're somethin' else, baby."

I bend to kiss and lick your aching, hard nipples, nibbling as I suck. While I push my first two fingers into your hungry vagina and cross them inside you as I pump and twist your wet hole. Your liquid sex squishes and pops with every thrust of my fingers, leaking from your enflamed pussy copiously. I tickle your G-spot and tease your clit with my thumb and your sexy purrs turn into loud roars and you thrash and buck wildly as your profuse juices cover my hand, your holes, and pool on the mat under you.

"Oh God baby, that's it, mamma's so close, baby... UUUUNNNHHH"

I withdraw my fingers and trace them down your perineum and draw circles around your cumcovered asshole. You nod helplessly and close your eyes as I raise my fingers back to your yearning vagina and slide my fingers effortlessly into your accepting hole, pumping you tenderly. My tongue works its way into your moist slit to lash your clit and my lips and teeth to nibble and suck the extreme little nub as I pump your hole gently.

"Oh Shit! Yes Yes YES! JAY... oh god, here it cums... AAARRRGGGHHH"

My face is inundated with your generous fountain of cum as you shriek and squeal delightfully, thrashing and undulating with my rhythmic pumps and delicious tremors of your fierce orgasm. You collapse on the mat, panting as you lift your legs in the air.

"You're so delicious Erin."

I slip my fingers from your sated pussy and slide them smoothly into your luscious rectum as I cover your jutting pussy, pumping deeply as your inebriating pussy empties into my willing mouth. You completely relax and settle into the mat, gasping as I inhale your replete pussy and pump your peaceful asshole.

"That's it. Baby... that's it... let mamma quench your thirst... oh god, you're amazing!

"You taste exceptional, as always, love." 



The Masseur



Exhausted.

That was the word to describe how she felt at that moment. Between juggling classes at the University and interning, she was utterly and completely exhausted. If she had to look at another LSAT prep book, she would scream.

Scream and then collapse.

Giona scanned over the message board on the entrance to her cubicle. 

Free Massages at the new spa.

Her eyes opened at the word free and she grabbed the flier on her way out. This would be perfect. She finally had an outlet to which she could relax. 

As Giona got into her silver Chrysler, she glanced over the directions to the spa. What a better way to get back to work than to forfeit her lunch hour with a massage! She checked her reflection in her rear view mirror before grimacing slightly.

Giona wasn't ugly, as she was told, but she preferred to be that way. She never wore makeup... never had to really wear anything heavy. She rolled on some lip gloss and fixed her eyeliner before pulling out of her parking space and taking the short drive to the spa. 

When she finally found parking, she practically ran to the door. She barely saw the man in the front of the door talking on his cell phone.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry,"she bent down to grab her flier.

He smiled at her and her heart stopped. There wasn't anything particularly handsome about him. He was about her height...5'6'' with dark blonde hair and slanted golden eyes. He was a little chubby, in a way that said he loved food, but at the same time, was conscious of how much he ate. She at once however, felt self conscious.

"Um...sorry for running into you like that." She mumbled, her nipples hardening as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"I take it you're here for a massage?" He asked, his expressive eyes twinkling. 

"Y..yes, I am." She almost cried as he took her hand and led her inside. 

Can someone have an orgasm from palm to palm contact? His large, strong fingers stroked her palm as he walked up to the reception desk.

"Anna, this young lady is here for the special, the free massage. I'll give it to her." he flashed another heart-stopping smile. 

"Enjoy your massage!" Anna added cheerfully, shaking her head as Giona was pulled away.

"I didn't get your name?" He asked softly as he pushed open the door to a dimly lit room, a massage table with rich red cloth draped over the lower half.

That voice...

"Woah." Giona breathed.

She'd never been to a day spa before, and even then, she KNEW they didnt all look like this. She felt very vulnerable when she felt the soft brush of his lips against the back of her sensitive neck. "Wait." She turned around and braced her hands to his chest. 

"I don't even know--" was all she could get out before his lips pressed against hers. 

"So soft." he groaned, sliding his hands under her skirt.

"Mmm, good, no panties." he smiled pressing another kiss on her neck, suckling softly on the sensitive flesh. 

"You want me." The words made her melt in his arms as he lay her on the red cloth, her clothes littering the floor behind him. As he lay her down, she whimpered at the feel of his cool hands on her soft, warm skin the contrast of dark against his pale hands extremely erotic.

"Wait." She held up her hand, her fingers twining through his long hair.

"What?" He asked, his lips parted, his tongue ready to delve into the soft folds of her pussy.

"I don't know your name. I mean... if we're going to do something like this...what will I call you?" She asked, her skin growing warm at the thought of screaming his name. 4

She nearly groaned when he laughed and pressed a soft kiss right on her sensitive clit. "You, hun, can call me sir." He said into her pussy. 

His expert tongue ran up and down her slit. Stopping to tease her hole and sliding back up to tease her clit. When it became too much for her, he pressed one final kiss to her quivering flesh and stood.

"Turn over." He commanded. 

When she did he slapped one round ass cheek. 

"Did you like that?" He growled slapping the other cheek.

She whimpered. 

"I.Asked.Did.You.Like.It?" he slapped her ass as each word left his perfect mouth.

"Yes. Yes I love it, sir." She moaned as she heard the rustle of cloth and the metallic sound of the zipper as his pants fell to the floor. 

"What do you want, Giona." He asked, his lips on the dip of her lower back. 

She swallowed and felt her face heat.

"I...I want..."She stammered, unable to think as his tongue rasped over her skin lightly. 

"Do you want me to put something in you?" He asked, and felt her relax.

"Mhmm." she moaned arching her back. 

Whap!

"Yes, sir!" She moaned into the pillow under her face. 

"What do you want inside of you, Giona?" He asked his mouth suddenly very close to her ear.

"Oh!" She groaned as his hardened cock brushed against her soaked lips.

"I want.." she licked her lips as he shallowly thrust his heat against her clit, making her toes curl.

"I want you to put your cock in me." She whispered, her body heating even more as the words slid out of her full, beautiful lips.

"Oh yeah? Like...that?" He growled as he rammed himself inside her.

"Oh, God." she moaned into the pillow widening her legs as his cock slid into her tight, soaked pussy. She shivered as he slowed down to a heart-stopping rocking which caused her to slightly move forward and retreat on the massage table. Her skin tingled as he rested his hands on either side of her neck and started to massage the tight knotted muscles. His hands glided lower and massaged her shoulders. She almost relaxed all the way before he thrust hard into her.

"Mmm didn't want you to fall asleep on me, Giona." She shivered as he quickened his pace and buried her face in her arms as she tried to muffle her whimpers of pleasure. 

She tried in vain to suck in enough air to groan, scream, anything. So she lay there, her fingernails digging red half moons into her palms as she rode out wave after wave of ecstasy until it was finally too much for her to handle and an anguished cry tore from her lips.

"Come here." He whispered as she lay on the table shaking. 

"Baby." She moaned, pushing herself up on unsteady arms to fall into his arms. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He smiled. 

His smile quickly turned pained as she slid down to the floor and encircled his still hard cock with her hand. 

"You didn't come yet." She breathed flicking her tongue over the head before sliding her lips down to meet her fist. 

"Oh, fuck." He leaned forward, hands clenched on the table in front of him as she took him deep.

"I won't last very long if you...shit." He cupped the back of her head, the soft sounds of her gagging driving him nearly to the edge.

"That's it. Oh...Jesus." He felt her smile around his throbbing dick, then jumped when her fingertips caressed his tightening sac.

"I'm..." He started, squeezing his eyes shut as she pushed him over the edge. his seed spilling into her mouth and trickling out the sides.

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby?" She laughed, licking her lips as she pulled away.



The Masseur



I started a brand-new job at COCO Beach Florida. My wife and I moved into a two-bedroom apartment not too far from my new office. I must have lifted something wrong in the move because I developed a lower-back pain. One of my co-workers suggested I met a friend of hers that was a masseur. I laughed it off, but each day the pain worsened. The pain was worsened daily; finally, I asked for the contact information of the masseur. The masseur's name was Carl. I called for an appointment setting one for the same day. Carl explained that he had his massage table set up in his spare bedroom where he could give a massage to people after work hours. 

Carl's house was found in an upscale subdivision which was part of the Country Club. All the houses looked the same, but his house was easy to find by looking for the house number on the mailbox. I parked in his double-wide driveway. Carl met me at the door, inviting me into his home. Carl said. "I am working on my masseur license. I cannot charge for the massage, but donations are always welcome." Carl was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt which allowed me to notice his nice tan. He mentions he worked at the tennis pro shop at the County Club. His massages were on the side. Carl was working on his massage certifications. We sat on the couch drinking a soft drink talking about Coco Beach, my recent move to the area, and a little about my wife.

Carl asked me about my back, where the pain was, when it started, and if I had this injury before. I told him, "This is my first injury of my back and first time visiting a masseur. Carl asked me to walk back to one of his bedrooms. A massage table was set up with oils and other things used for messages. On the table were candles, burning incenses, and different oils. Carl asked me to take off my clothes I did down to my boxes. Carl tossed me a towel and told me to drop the boxers and put the towel on. I wrapped the towel around me and pulled off the boxers. I was not uncomfortable, but I was aware that I was almost naked in a room with a man. Carl directed me to lie face down on the table. 

Carl turned some new age music, something soft and would make you relax. He lit some candles and burned some incense. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall in front of the table, which he turned. He turned the TV to a yoga class with a woman in body stockings doing incredible bending movements. My sense of sound, smell and sight were all being massaged.

I already felt relaxed. Carl spoke in a low monotone voice asking simple questions that I could answer with on the nod of my head or with on yes or no. Carl told me to expect something cold, and he dropped some oil on my back. The oil smelled of winter mint, and in a short time, I could feel the heat warming my back. I jumped when Carl touched me the first time.

Carl's hands felt great pushing and rubbing, and it was not long that I was lost between conscience and dreams. Carl tapped me on my shoulder, and I realize where I was. He asked me to roll over which I did but realized with some embarrassment that I had an erection. As I flipped over, the towel became loose. My erection caused the towel to a tent. Carl said, "Do not worry that is normal."

Carl noticed my erection. I was now uncomfortable to be in the same room with a man with me having an erection. I had to decide if I wanted to stop the massage and leave or to continue. The massage made the pain go away, and the massage now was relaxing my body. I decided to remain but to be more aware of my almost nude condition. 

Lying on my back; Carl was rubbing my legs, moving to my thighs. His hand started to rub the inside my thigh and was just outside the towel. I was going to protest, but Carl stopped. Carl stated, "I think I got the bump out of your back, but you will need to return every day for the next week. I agreed. 

I returned the next day. Carl did not have to ask me to put on the towel; I did the same way as the day before, putting on the towel and then dropping my boxers. Carl asked if I minded him drinking a beer and said "No." He opens a small refrigerator producing two imported beers. He opened both and gave me one. Carl was dressed as he was the day before. The massage was the same as the day before. Today when on my stomach, Carl slides the towel allowing half of my rear disclosed. He continued with a deep tissue massage of my ass cheeks that felt good, too good to say stop. Carl asked to be excused and went to the bathroom. I could hear Carl's pissing, a long steady stream. I am not sure if he intended for me to hear him pee or not. I was aware that I had an erection and could not figure out why, was it Carl's hands touching my body, or maybe the sound of a man peeing.

Today, there was no Yoga on the TV but now showing semi porn of a topless woman on summer break. Today I was more relaxed than the day before, the pain was gone. I was not sure if it was Carl's hands or the beer, I was feeling fine. Carl asked me to roll over on my back, which I did, and again; I was hard, erect and tenting the towel. Carl did not mention my condition. I was on my back with Carl's messaging my face, neck rubbing my lips, my ear lobe, I became flushed. I could feel myself responding to his touch. It was sensorial. Carl's hand went to my chest and massage my arms, hands and then to my chest. I was on a little aware but became more aware that Carl was massaging my nipples. He would rub around each nipple then pinch the nipple causing them to become erect. Carl commented how a man's body reacts the same way as a woman does. He mentions that he would do massages to woman, and they would insist he would massage them. He commented that he was sure that some would have an orgasm. Before I could respond, say stop, or comment he moved on to my feet. If I had to admit to me, the nipple massage was great. That evening after the wife went to bed, I massaged my nipples as I jacked my cock watching porn. I was not looking forward to some nipple play.

The next day I arrived and got ready for my massage. Today Carl was wearing short shorts that not leave much to the imagination. Not that, I wanted to see, but I did notice that Carl had a package of some size. During the massage, Carl would lean over, so his shorts were only inches from my face. Carl and I had a couple of beers this day; I was beginning to enjoying Carl's touch and not necessary the massage. The smell of the oils, the sounds, the sites on the TV, all were arousing. I noted that I would get hard at the first touch of Carl's hands, and when he was working on my nipples, I was ready to shoot.

I was not having any gay wishes, but when I was receiving a massage, I had a wish for sexual release. The massage felt so good; my pain went away leaving me also horny. After each massage, I would go home and with the wife in bed, I secretly jack off. I would rub my nipples as if Carl's hands were touching me. I would shoot off to this fantasy. I returned for my next scheduled massage the next afternoon. The pain was gone, but I had agreed to meet Carl for a week, I had four more days left.

Carl had a good taste in beer handing me one as soon as I arrived. We sat on the couch watching sports on the TV. I have not had too many male friends whom I would socialize. Carl was a nice person, had interesting stories to tell and could carry on an intelligent conservation. He would express his point of view that was different from the norm and then provide supporting comment to prove his point. He had a good point about global warming being a conspiracy for the rich and powerful to control the masses. He had a point about region being another attempt for a few powerful people to control the masses with manipulation, false information and fear. After two beers and at half-time show, Carl asked if I was ready for my massage, and I was.

I entered the room, stripped naked and wrapped the towel around me. Face down Carl started the routine of deep tissue massage. Today on the TV was a light porn movie with a lot of kissing and foreplay but no real showing of the genitals. It was still hot with a big titty woman and men with trim and fit bodies. Carl today was dressed in tight shorts. He removed his golf shirt to reveal a trim and fit body. He had a dark tan. I commented on his tan. Carl said that he could use the facilities at the County Club, and they have a tanning room. Carl said that I could be his guest, and if I wanted, I could get an allover tan. I laughed and said that would be hard to explain to my wife. Today Carl was in a talkative mood.

Carl asked, "How is your back, is the pain gone?"

I said, "Yea, it is gone and your hands are like magic."

Carl said, "I give five to eight messages a week to clients of the County Club. I pack up my things and go to their houses. They tip very well and I sometimes receive a special benefit."

I question, "A special benefit?"

Carl answered, "Yes, for the guys, I would end the massage will an oiling of their cocks and a few strokes of my hand; they climax, and the result of the massage is doubled."

I knew what Carl was offering, and I responded, "Carl's thanks for the offer, but I am not into gay things."

Carl said, "It is not a gay thing. I am not gay. The men I touch are all straight married men like me. I touched your body all over. Did you feel it was gay?"

I agreed, "No Carl; I never felt that your massage was a gay thing. The titty massage does arouse me, but I guess it is natural. It would not matter if a guy was rubbing my tits or if a woman was rubbing them."

Carl continued, "I would like for you to trust me; I have done this with guys before, and it is really relaxing for them."

At this point, in the massage, I was relaxed; my cock was hard, and I knew I was going home and jack of later tonight. I have never had a gay thought about another man but rationalized that Carl would be providing a complete massage. He has done this before with other men, why should I say no.

I told Carl, "Ok, you can oil me up but promise that you are not gay." 

Carl responds, "I am not gay; I am as straight as you are. Now let me change to some real porn that you might like." Carl starts the DVD play showing a hard-core movie with two men and one woman. Carl continues, "I have something that will heighten your climax; you breathe it in through your nose. A couple of breaths hold it in and when you cum it would be unlike any that you have had before." "You owe it to yourself to experience an extreme orgasm."

With three beers, with being all most naked on the table, with being aroused by the nipple play, I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. The offered to be jacked off and to have an extreme orgasm, all I could say was. "Ok Carl I trust you, what do I do now?

Carl told me to lie on my back. He showed me a small bottle open the cap and asked me to sniff. I did, and there was no real smell, but there was a buzz in my nose. Carl told me to sniff again, but this time to hold on a nostril closed and to put the bottle to my nose, exhale completely and then breathe in. As I inhaled I was hit with a wave light headiness, felt like I was floating. In twenty seconds, I was back to normal.

Carl removed the towel exposing my cock. My cock was small only about four inches. It was cut with a large gland. I found that when having sex in the missionary position, I would keep coming out of her pussy. My wife and I had to find another position. The best was with her on top sitting on my cock, but I guess that was too much work for her, and we only done that a few times over the five years of marriage. My wife was a catholic went to high school just for girls. She has a prudish thinking about sex. No anal sex, only oral sex to get her wet or me hard but cannot climax, no extreme positions, missionary or spoon and with my cock size nether was pleasurable with me. I told call of this; I just rather spilled my guts about my sexual frustration at home.

The first touch of Carl's hand on my cock was like a bolt of electricity. Besides my wife, no one ever touched my cock before. The touch of another person on your genitals was a most pleasurable experience. 

I let out a sigh, "Oh God that feels good."

Carl responds, "Yea; I agree, feels good in my hand. You are smaller than most men but have a larger glad. It was this spot here that can really turn you one." He touched around the glad head then on the underside of my gland head. I can feel myself getting ready. Carl had placed a pillow under my head so I could watch. I really did not want to watch, just feel a strange hand on my hard cock. However, for some strange reason I wanted to watch.

I told Carl, "Your hands, oh, I am getting ready to shoot." 

Carl said, "Ok get the bottle to your nose, when you fill yourself cuming, and take a long deep sniff." By the time Carl had finished, I was cuming; I took a deep sniff from the bottle.  I started to float; my mind went blank; my climaxing continue to build but at a much higher pleasure. Carl jacked my cock with one hand and rubbed my gland with the other. I came like a porn star. My cum was shooting out of my pee hole, shooting on my chest, three, four five times. I was still high, floating; my whole-body respond to the release of my cum. I lay there exhausted. Carl stopped holding my cock; it was retreating to it normal small size of less than two inches. I lay there cum on my chest; coming down from a wonderful high. I do not move for several minutes. I stood up because I had to go pee. I walked out of the room naked down the hall to the bathroom. I relieved myself; cleaned off the cum on my chest. Returning to the room, I retrieved my clothes, dressed and went to the living room where Carl had another beer waiting for me. We sat on the couch not saying a word.

After a few minutes, I said, "Wow Carl that was amazing I had no idea that I could have cum so hard. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before sexually. Your hand on my cock was exciting, and then you added the oil and stared to stroke me, I was sorry I came so fast." "But what was that I sniffed?"

Carl responded, "Poppers; Poppers are butyl or amyl nitrate. Nitrates improve blood flow through blocked arteries. Amyl and butyl nitrites increase your heart rate, dilate your arteries and cause your blood pressure to drop. This produces a "rush" as your heart struggles to keep the blood flowing to your brain. This can be enjoyable, albeit brief because you experience a warm flash and intense sexual desire. The effects usually last about 30 seconds to 1 minute, but no more than 2 minutes."

I ask, "Is it dangerous?"

Carl responded, "It can be, but if you are in good health, you should not have a problem. I use them when I jack off." Carl continues, "I do meet a lot of men to give them a massage. Most of them want me to jack them off, and I do because the tip is larger. It is no big deal to me, just another muscle to massage. When someone cums in my hands, I get horny, I do not know why. I am not gay. However, there is some sexual arousal for me."

I ask, "You felt sexual arousal when you jacked me?"

Carl responded, "Yes and no. I cannot explain it; you just have to experience it." 

I did not understand what Carl was saying; usually he was very clear when he spoke. I questioned, "What do you mean I have to experience it? I did, you touching my cock and making me cum."

Carl answered, "No; I mean you need to jack another man off to understand what it is like. I jack guys off every day, but it is not sexual? It is the just physical response; another body functions like sneezing, and an involuntary reflex to a stimulus. However, until you have a guy cum in your hands, you will not know."

Carl said, "It is ok for you to touch me; it is not a gay thing it is only something physical. It would make me feel so good to feel your hand on my cock, better than my own hand." He takes his hand off his shaft. His cock was standing straight up, moving with each heartbeat. I moved closer to Carl. Carl said, "Just touch it like it was your own little cock except you get to play with something bigger." I did just that, I reached out with my hand encircling his shaft in my hand. I could not believe all the sensations I felt, the warmth of his cock, the pulsation of his cock, the smoothness of the skin and the reaction to my touch. It was electrifying; I was receiving sexual gratification for holding his cock in my hand.

Carl started to give me directions, "Yes, that feels good, now with your other hand cup my balls." "Yes, you can slide your hand up and down." "Rub around the gland, like I did you. You have soft hands." 

Carl was sniffing on the popper every thirty seconds. I am holding Carl's cock with both of my hands one on top of the other and still there are two to three inches sticking above my hand. With both hands, I slide up to and over his gland causing his skin moving up and down as I jack. He tells me, "Faster." I start moving faster; Carl takes another sniff. "I am going to cum, do not stop." I have Carl's large cock in my hands. It was aimed straight up. Carl's ejaculation shoot up about ten inches then fell down on my hand, so did the second and third squirt. I did feel Carl's cock hard and jerk with each squirt. It was unlike when I cum. Guess the bigger they are the more they climax. It was fun to hold a larger cock and to experience Carl's climax up close. I move my hand to Carl's gland now covered in warm cum, moving my hand to feel it slide freely with Carl's own lubrication. I held his cock until he was not hard anymore. Carl grabs a towel, cleans the cum from his cock then give me the towel. 

Cleaning cum of another man on my hands, I ponder the past few minutes. I touched another man's cock. My hands jacked his cock, to the point of climax. I felt something when I was doing this. I felt in control that I had power over him. I did; I could control another man be simply jacking his cock. I could make him cum fast or slow, but either way I was going to make him cum. Jacking a cock was the real power and something to enjoy. 

Carl returns wearing short shorts; it grabs two more beer and returns to the couch. We are sitting there on the couch watching the TV drinking beer as if jacking each other off was something normal two people do every day. Carl asks me, "Do you do oral sex with your wife?"

I responded, "Sometimes when she is in the mood."

Carl continues, "A how often is she in the mood?"

I answered, "Not often, about once every couple of weeks."

Carl asks, "What do you like about oral sex? It kind of nasty. I do not like to do oral sex too much taste and fluids for me to be happy." 

I answered, "Well; I do like the taste of a pussy, and each woman has her own taste and smell. Yes, it does getting used to it but it like drinking coffee. Once you get past the smell and the taste you can enjoy what you are doing. I really do not know where to lick and suck; it is a new experience to me. I just keep licking and sucking until she moans and cums. I guess that is what turns me on with oral sex."

Carl says, "I can understand what you are saying, it is the reaction to oral sex that turns you on. But what I like is to receive oral, nothing better than a good blow job. Do you get that at home?"

I could not believe that I was freely talking about sex with my wife to someone whom I met three days ago. No matter, it felt good to get some things off my chest. Carl seemed sympathetic to my comments, and I could not disagree with his comments. I responded, "My wife does not give BJ; she sucks me a little, so I am hard then we have sex. I do not know, maybe because I am small that she does not want to suck me. Maybe you have to have a large cock to get sucked." I looked at Carl; I remembered his huge and hard cock in my hands a few minutes ago. I looked at Carl and said, "How about you, do you get a lot of women sucking your cock?




The Masseur



Carl said, "I have met a few, and they have sucked me to completion."

I interrupted, "Did they swallow?"

Carl continues, "Yes a few of them did, and that was great to know they did not mind. I guess it like getting the woman's juices in your mouth, every swallow a mouth full of a woman's juices?"

I had to brag a little and responded, "Oh hell yes; I had a girlfriend in high school and all she wanted was for me to eat her. Maybe she was why I like to give oral. She would produce a lot of wetness when I ate her, and she would cum in my mouth."

Carl said, "Eating pussy and sucking cock is a lot alike." I looked at Carl about to object to his conclusion when he continued, "Yea, you are licking her pussy where she pees, and sucking cock you lick his pee hole. If there was any dried pee you got the taste from sucking either male or female. She gets wet when you lick her pussy, and he leaks precum, either way you would get fluids in your mouth. She feels pleasure with your lips on her clit, and he feels pleasure with your lip on the head of his cock. When some woman chums, they had a discharge that gets in your mouth. We know that when a man comes he has a discharge that some like to capture in their mouth and swallows. So what am I missing, oral sex with a female is similar to oral sex with a male. Right?"

I could not fault his logic, but I doubted they were the same. "Well, you have some good points, but it is gay for a guy to suck a cock."

Carl continues, "Gay; Gay is that what you are concerned about. Gay is when two guys love each other, and they want to be with each other. Jacking your cock is not gay. Having someone jack your cock is not gay, you just jacked my cock, and you are not gay. Right?"

I say in an agreement, "I am not gay. Jacking your cock was something else. And feeling you cum in my hand because I was jacking you, wow what power I felt."

Carl asked, "You jacked me once, would you jack me again?

I heisted, I wanted to say yes but did not want to appear too eager. "Yes, I would; I want to feel you shoot again."

Carl asks, "Would you suck a cock?" Carl smiles at me and looks at me direct in the eyes. I know what he was asking. Carl continues, "What is the difference if you used your hand or your mouth, the result is the same thing, right.  The guy still cums." "Hand or mouth except a mouth is more erotic and is more like a pussy." "If you get off on the power you have by using your hand, think about the power you would have when you use your mouth." There was a pause, "So would you suck a man's cock to exert power over his climax?"

I thought long and hard about how to answer, "Carl; I know what you are saying and asking, but I have been raised a Catholic and all that I have been told is if guys suck a cock, he is gay. I just cannot change my view on the subject for five minutes." "OK, I need to go now."

Carl asked, "Will you return tomorrow; I hope what happened here today did not make you, not to get a massage."

I responded, "Yes; I would return tomorrow, why I would not return? We did nothing today to be ashamed of, right?"

Carl agreed, "Right see you tomorrow same time."

All evening long I had the flash back on my climax and how nice it was to feel a strange hand on my cock. I also remember what it felt like touching a man for the first time and then the power and control I had. That night I went to bed without jacking. I know I would not mind jacking Carl again but his question about sucking a cock and eating pussy still bother me.

I returned the next afternoon. Carl greeted me with a cold beer smile, short shorts, and a warm smile. We spent time sipping on our beers and watching a game on TV. At half time, Carl said this was a good time for a massage. I went in the bedroom stripped, not caring if Carl saw me. He already had jacked me, so I was over being bashful. Carl started the massage like before, deep tissue massage. Then he asked me to roll over starting to massage my face, neck and chest. This was part of massage that I like the best. My little cock did get hard. Carl asked, "Would you like for me to jack you off."

I quickly responded, "Yes." Carl removes my towel then unzipping his short, letting them slip to the floor.

Carl asks, "Do you want to jack me again?" "I figure we can jack off together."

I smiled at Carl, "OK sound good to me."

I moved my hand off the table and over to where Carl was standing touching his balls then my hand moves up to touch Carl's hard cock. Carl's hand on my cock felt good. One of his hands could hide all of my cock from gland to balls. I realize that Carl has moved, and that he was maybe a foot from my face. He was still jacking my cock, and I felt like cuming then he would slow down, and I would lose the urge. This happened several times. Finally, I said to Carl, "Damn, I need to cum jack me faster, please." 

Carl responded, "I will, but I want to cum too, but you know what I want."

Carl continues, "Sucking cock is like eating pussy; you enjoy eating pussy so just think about that. Think if the power you have over me with your hot mouth being like a pussy for me. You will give me a great pleasure, and I will give back to you pleasure. Here sniff a couple of times on this."

I let go if his cock taking the bottle in my hands and took two large sniffs. Immediately, I start to flow and felt dizzy; my mind went kind of blank. I felt like I did not have a care in the world, all inhibitions were momently gone. Carl leaned forward and pressed his cock on my lips. There was no hesitation, my mouth open and my head turned to accept his male organ into my mouth. Carl said softly, "Oh yes baby, suck my cock, your mouth is so hot, that is it use your tongue; your mouth makes a wonderful pussy."

I did not have all of Carl's cock in my mouth maybe only a quarter to a third. I kept Carl's cock in my mouth using my tongue to explore around the head of his cock and up and down the shaft. Carl says, "Open your mouth, and make your lips cover your teeth." I did as was told. Carl turns my head and extends my neck and could get more of his cock in my mouth. His cock filled my mouth, and I had to learn how to breathe. When he pushed in his cock would block my throat, and I could not breathe. Carl would move his cock in and out pushing a little more each time. 

I could feel my climax approaching, and I started to moan. As I moaned my throat would open up a little and Carl took this advantage to slide deeper. I came with a few jerks of Carl's hand; my body responded as my body relaxed. His cock pushed down my relaxed throat, so his pubic hair was around my nose and his balls on my chin. As soon as he reached the full depth his cock could go, I felt him cum. I did not taste his cum because he was so far back. It felt like I had a cold and that my sinuses were draining down my throat. 

Carl pulls half way out in time for his second squirt to fill my mouth. Then he lets his cock out of my mouth, and the third squirt was deposition on my lips. Carl rubs his cock head on my lips and cheeks. He whispers, "That is it; it is just some pussy juice on your lips for you to taste. Swallow what you have in your mouth. You made me cum; you have a fucking hot mouth. And wow you took all of my cock."

I swallowed his cum and savored the taste. The tasted his cum as first was sweet then bitter, and after I swallowed there was strange after taste that I noticed. Swallowing cum for the first time was not a nasty, or unpleasant. 

Carl asked, "Is sucking my cock like eating pussy?"

I replied quickly, "Better."

I still do not think it was gay to have a cock cum in your mouth, or to have a guy jack you off. I consider that what Carl and I did was only physical. Cuming was a normal body function and if a hand or mouth can make that happen with both parties in agreement what was the harm. I continue to meet Carl for a massage; we also became good buddies.



The Masseur



I wasn't always a Masseur, but it's now my second career and it's a lot more fulfilling than my previous one. Let me explain. Before retiring at the age of 60 about a year ago, my lifelong profession had been that of an Advertising Account Executive. For the record, I am 5' 10", of average build with dark brown hair and eyes and have never had any trouble attracting members of the opposite sex.

I'd been married since I was 21 to a very attractive 20-year-old woman. She's 5'9", has blonde hair and blue eyes; a great figure with large breasts, nice firm ass and gorgeous legs. In the early years of our marriage she was always ready and more than willing to have sex at pretty much any time. However as time went on, her needs very gradually declined. Not that she has ever refused to have sex, but if I didn't initiate things, it just didn't happened. She also went through menopause at the rather early age of 44, which put an even bigger damper on our sex life.

Again, as I have said she had always had a healthy sexual appetite, and had always been willing to have sex in ways other than the traditional missionary position. She used to give wonderful BJ's and even learned to swallow so that she wouldn't have to stop before I was completely spent. She had also been willing to have anal sex from time to time although it was not her favorite activity. The same goes for cunnilingous. She needed a lot faster and harder stimulation on her clit than I could give her with my tongue. Which is why she took a liking to vibrators, either alone or while I was fucking her pussy or ass. 

What she loved the most was when I slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly moved them back and forth until she was sopping wet, and then pushed them all the way up to her G-spot and rubbed her there as hard as I could. She went absolutely wild when I did that, and often that was all it took to get her to have the most intense orgasms. She also used to be able to have multiple orgasms during a single session. The record number of times I had gotten her off in a single session (over about a 90 minute period) was 7 times! Each one via a different method. Once with a cucumber as a dildo, once with my fingers on her G-spot, once with a vibrator in her pussy, once in her ass while she used a vibrator on her clit, etc. No two were alike. She was totally wasted after that session.

Sometimes when she was a little tipsy, or just plain old horny, she would give me a real show. She would turn down the lights, and then lie down on the bed with nothing on but her nylons. She would then bend her left leg and pull it towards her and then spread it outward so that she had full access to her own pussy. With her legs spread apart, her right hand went to her clit and slowly started to rub it, while her left hand went to her left breast and gently pulled on her nipple, all the while staring into my eyes as I watched her doing herself. She slowly started picking up the speed with her hand until she suddenly threw her head back, stretched out both her legs and spread them even further apart and let out a loud moan. She shook for maybe a minute or so until the waves of her orgasm had been spent. Then it was my turn. Sometimes she would just grab my cock and jerk me off. Other times she would ask me to fuck her. One could never tell what she would do until the time came.

In any case, that is all in the past now. In recent years, although still accommodating, she seems to have lost all interest in sex. As is true of many women, as they get older, she has put on a little weight over the years. But even so, she still has a great figure and still turns heads whenever she gets dressed up. She's a knockout in her red blouse, black skirt, nylons and red high heels. Her breasts are somewhat larger now too, which is OK by me. Her butt is still nicely shaped, and her legs are still to die for! Even so, she refuses to put on any kind of sexy lingerie ostensibly because she claims she doesn't feel sexy or attractive. I have bought her many nice and sexy things; many of which she has thrown out without ever even trying them on. Of the few she has worn, she has constantly complained about how uncomfortable they are or how stupid they look! 

I know that I am undoubtedly in the minority in as much as most men's top priority is getting themselves off. For me the greatest pleasure has always been giving my wife whatever it was she needed to get her off and then watching her as she had her orgasm. The more intense and louder it was, the better. Of course doing so often meant that all I got was a hand job after she had gotten off, because after she was done everything was too sensitive and/or sore to touch and I didn't want to do anything that would cause her pain or discomfort. I was OK with that, since like I said my biggest turn on was getting her off. 

So what's a guy to do? I have never cheated on her and I don't plan on doing so. Nor will I stoop to using prostitutes. I had thought about this for a long time and had pretty much resolved to just live with things the way they were. That is until the day I was getting a massage and an idea came to mind. It started when the masseuse was rubbing my lower back and then my legs, in particular the inner side of my upper thighs. It felt so nice I was hoping she would make a move a little higher up where my cock was already getting hard just thinking about it. Alas, she maintained her professionalism and it didn't happen either then or later. But that got me to thinking.

I wondered how many women, who while getting a massage might not have those same feelings and desires that I had had. What if I were to give massages to women? The more I thought about it the more I realized it might just work out for all concerned. I would be able to fulfill my desire of "taking care of women" without having to get them to allow me to actually fuck them. They would get a nice massage in places that they had probably never had one before. Even my wife would benefit since I would not need to bother her as often. And the best part was that I would not be cheating on her since I had no intention of actually fucking any of these other women. I could hardly be accused of cheating if women happened to get off whilst I was giving them a massage.

So, I told my wife I was thinking of becoming a masseur to make a few extra dollars and to keep me busy since I hadn't really had much to do since I had retired a few months prior. She said fine with her, and said that I could practice on her since she too liked getting regular massages. Little did she suspect what I had in mind. So I signed up for courses at the local community college and after nine months of classes graduated, was certified and licensed by the state. An interesting and busy first year of retirement.

Initially I decided to apply for a job at a local Spa since I knew it catered almost exclusively to women. I figured that it would be most important to get to know as many women/clients as possible so as to help me build up a clientele. I had already decided to go off on my own once I had a following, and that came about after only about 6 months. I anticipated that once I got started, I would be able to get all the clients I could handle simply by word of mouth referrals from "satisfied" customers. I did not want to try going to the next level with any client as long as I was still working at the Spa, because I did not want any trouble with anyone complaining to the management or worse. So I played it straight initially.

Things actually went quite well in those early months, and I was getting to know some of the clients pretty well, especially those who came in every week or two. I tried to draw them out by talking to them, but what was more important, getting them to talk to me and being a good and sympathetic listener. It was kind of interesting to find out how many of them were frustrated housewives. Some were extremely attractive, although I have to admit that most were not all that "hot". Regardless, I just gave them all the best conventional massage I could and continued to build rapport with them.

Finally the time came for me to put my plan in action. I rented a small office in a strip mall. The first thing I did was to soundproof the massage room, since I did not want to attract any undue attention should any of my clients get too vocal, which many of them ultimately did. The next thing I did was to install a secret recording device. Not because I wanted to make videos of our sessions, but for my own protection. I was going to make it a point to have each of them actually request that I give them a "complete and full" massage in her own words so that they couldn't later accuse me of sexual assault! This was for my protection. After they made the request, I of course turned the recorder off.

As any new venture, it started slow at first, but it didn't take long before the first of the women whom I had massaged at the spa made an appointment and came to see me. She was also one of those whom I suspected was attracted to me. Her name was Joyce. She was in her late 40's, average height, dark hair, large breasts, nice butt and was very pretty with a wonderful smile. Yet her greatest asset was her legs. Absolutely gorgeous.

After showing her into the massage room, and turning on some nice soft music I gave her some time to get ready. After a few minutes, I knocked and entered the room. I started giving her a regular massage, starting with her upper back, and gradually working my way down to her lower back. I then started working on her legs. Starting on her right leg, I slowly massaged it from top to bottom, giving a few moments of attention to her foot, before working my way back up to the area just below her crotch. Then I did the same to her other leg, all the while repositioning them a little further apart than they had been.

While repositioning the sheet covering her legs, I was able to get a quick glimpse of her crotch and verified that it was glistening, so I knew she was getting wet. Now I was getting close to the moment of truth. After slowly rubbing my way up to the very top of her left leg, giving her a little squeeze at the top, I did the same thing with her right one. I then pushed the button to turn on the recorder before placing a hand on the back of each leg, running them all the way to the top and pausing there. With my thumps on the inside of each thigh, and my fingers grasping her upper thigh area I gently but firmly squeezed, making sure that my thumbs pulled her inner thighs apart, thus exerting a little pull on her pussy. After flexing my hands a few times, and thus transmitting this movement to her pussy, I asked her if she had ever had a "complete and total, full body massage". She asked me what that was. I bluntly told her that it would include those parts of the body that are not normally included in a regular massage, including the area just above where I was massaging her at that moment.

I could hear her breathing a little faster and deeper but then after a few moments (as I continued to massage her thighs) she said yes. I then asked her exactly what it was that she wanted me to do, and she said, "I want you to massage all of my body". I asked her if she understood that it included her private areas, and she said "yes". Then while turning around to get more massage oil, I clicked off the recorder. Then I went back to working on her legs, only this time I moved all the way up to her butt, giving her butt a nice working over. All the while occasionally brushing against her pussy while not actually touching it.

By this time she was starting to move her hips ever so slightly, so I moved my right hand down to the inner thigh of her left leg, while my left hand continued to work on her butt. I massaged her inner thigh for a few moments, before sliding my hand towards her pussy, which was now really wet. My fingers just brushed her outer lips and then moved all the way under her to her clit, which I rubbed for a short while. This is when she really started moaning and moving her butt up and then pushing down on my hand. After rubbing her like this for a little while longer, I pulled my hand back from her clit, turning it palm down, and then started to insert my middle finger into her pussy.

As I slipped it in as far as I could, I heard her gasp and then groan even louder. While pushing my finger in as far as I could, I bent it and started rubbing her G-spot really hard and fast. At this point she almost lost it, bucking her hips up and down on the table and saying things like "yes, yes, don't stop; faster; and fuck me." I then asked her if she had ever had anal sex, and she answered with a rather throaty "no", so I decided to let that go for now. So I moved my left hand under her left breast and started to massage it. That was when she pushed herself off of the table, and getting into a kneeling position with her forearms resting on the table. I then had room to not only massage her tits and squeeze her nipples, but also to slide another finger into her pussy, which I started pumping in and out faster and faster, and occasionally flexing them against her G-spot.

She had her head thrown back and was moaning so loud it was almost a scream. (Good thing I had soundproofed the room.) Finally she yelled out with a loud and long "Ah............" while her body went rigid and started to shake. As her orgasm started to run it's course, I slid my fingers out of her pussy as she lowered herself back to the table. I then gave her a quick back rub as a grand finale, and told her she could now get dressed and come out whenever she was ready.

When she did finally come out, I could see she was a little embarrassed, but I had already decided that the best way to handle this was to ignore it and act as if nothing more than a regular, normal massage had occurred in the other room. I asked her if she would be using cash or check, and gave her a non-committal smile while waiting for her answer. After paying me, she said "thank-you" in a soft voice and turned to leave. As she started walking away, I told her that I would appreciate any referrals she could send my way. I held out a few referral cards towards her, and told her that she should fill in her name on the line asking for the name of the person making the referral. I also told her that for every two referral cards that I got back with her name on them, I would give her the massage of her choice at half price. For the first time since coming out of the room, she looked me right in the eyes, smiled, nodded her head and said, "OK".

Since that time, I have gotten so many clients that I was even able to raise my rates. But it didn't seem to hurt my business at all. But then, I am not in it for the money.