0 comments/ 80590 views/ 1 favorites Masseuse By: cynnyr This is one of those stories that you just know couldn't be true. And if it hadn't happened to me, I'd think the same thing. I like to receive massages, who doesn't. And I like giving massages, particularly to attractive women. It's an open invitation to touch her all over, see her nude, very relaxed and generally quite happy. As I said I do enjoy receive massages and tend to get one whenever I can. There have been several masseuses that I've been very attracted to, but there hadn't been the slightest sign of anything less than professional interest. However, a number of years ago I went to see a new masseuse, we'll call her A. She was a little different than a lot of massage therapists I had been to. Just in the fact that she was a lot friendlier and seemed to be unafraid to share information about her personal life. So we talked while she was giving me a massage and it was very pleasant. I should describe what she looked like. She was in her mid to late 30's, dirty blonde hair, about 5'7" maybe #120. She had great legs, small breasts, maybe an A cup. You wouldn't call her gorgeous, but she could turn me on. After about 4 visits I decided that I was going to have sex with her, that I was going to seduce her. And the best way that I could see doing that was to show interest in massage. I started asking how she had learned, what got her interested in doin g it, etc.. Then I ended up suggesting that maybe we could start trading massages, both as a way for me to get free massages and as a way to learn how to give better massages. I'm also thinking that that would be one step closer to fucking her. We traded massages a couple of times with nothing much happening. But finally it started. I was a little over half way done with the massage and she was now on her back. A single sheet covered her body up to just above her nipples. Though massaging her the sheet ended up migrating to just below her nipples. And what nice nipples they were. A deep reddish brown in color, her areola just a bit bigger than a quarter. The nipples themselves were quite big, over a quarter inch in diameter and at least half and inch long. When I noticed them sticking up above the sheet I apologized for exposing her. She said it was ok, didn't appear uncomfortable at all. Then I asked if she wanted me to move the sheet back up and she replied that it didn't matter. Well, I wasn't going to cover her back up if I didn't have to that's for sure. I told her I liked her nipples while still massaging her and working my way up. I asked her if they were sensitive. She said yes. Then I asked if she minded if I licked them. She said no. So I bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth. Sucking on it while slowly swirling my tongue around it. While I was doing this I took her other nipple in my hand and started lightly pinching it. I heard a soft moan from her indicating she was liking what was going on. I then started kissing her and my hands started roaming around her body initially on top of the sheet but very quickly under it and then the sheet came off entirely. Her pussy was completely shaved, which I love. While this was going on she was rubbing my back and ass with her hand. I then kissed my way down her body until I was finally between her legs and I took the first sweet taste of her pussy. She was quite wet by this time and tasted great. After a minute of this I stood up and took off my clothes. I was extremely hard, extremely horny and wanted her very badly. I then bent back down and started licking her pussy again. Now using first one then two fingers inside of her, curled upward and stroking her g-spot while I licked her clit. It didn't take her long to cum from this and once she was done she pushed me back on the table and took my cock into her mouth. I should describe myself a bit. I'm 5'8", dark brown hair and brown eyes. My cock is, well, a bit more exceptional than the rest of me. At 6" long it's not above average, but it is quite thick. A full 6" in circumference. Most women are filled up very well with it. I also have a Prince Albert piercing. Something that makes sex, well, interesting. As she was sucking my cock she would play with my ring with her tongue, flicking it back and forth, pulling on it with her lips. Basically putting me in heaven. Pretty soon, though, I'd had enough of that and wanted to feel my cock inside her. I pushed her back on the table and she spread her legs. What a great thing to see, a woman spread out in front of you, wanting you to fuck her. I leaned over her, kissing her, grinding my cock against her pussy, she was still pretty wet, so I slid around pretty good. Then I positioned myself at the opening of her pussy and slowly pushed in until I was in all the way. I stopped, just reveling in the sensation of her tight pussy holding me. Then I started fucking her, oh, it felt so good. That day I found out that having sex on a masseuse table is a very good thing. It's padded and allows for a variety of positions and activities. I think I fucked her for 20 or 30 minutes, missionary, her on top, from behind, before I was ready to cum. She had come once or twice again during this time. My cock was swelling up and I just couldn't help myself and I started cumming, filling her pussy. Then afterwards we laid on the table and just relaxed, cuddled a bit and let our heartrates slow back down to normal. Well by this now it was about time for her next appointment to come in, so I got dressed and left. This wasn't the last time we had some fun in her office. I did find out later that she didn't like to wear a bra or panties. Masseuse I was hurting badly. I had gotten the leg muscle pain side effect from my cholesterol medicine. There were days during which walking more than ten steps was out of the question and days in which my limit was closer to a thousand steps. Those days allowed me to go shopping, if I could park close by. However there were times I had to ask a store employee to get me a wheelchair. I was forty-two and newly divorced. I was eager to go chase women in bars and fuck but my body would not allow it. I was more than a bit frustrated. My doctor told me I had been approved for massage therapy and as I was driving to the clinic for the first time I hoped it would be a good-looking woman that enjoyed providing happy endings but found that my masseuse was a somewhat younger guy, perhaps in his early thirties He was slim with long blonde hair but he was pleasant enough and his massage was competent so we made appointments for every Tuesday and Friday at four in the afternoon. I would be his last appointment each of those days. We found that some days the massage would do a lot of good. Some days not so much. Some days his massage would trigger pain were there had been none before. On one of those days the pain was high up on my hamstring. He could not get to the area with me wearing shorts so he pulled them off and threw a small towel over my ass and went to work. The fact that it was the first time I was completely naked did not register until I was ready leave; it did not concern me much. The fact that he asked me to take my shorts off on the next appointment did not concern me at all. For all subsequent appointments I simply got naked. Normally all of the sessions were on the back of my legs. Once, when I still wore shorts, he had to work on a quadriceps. On a subsequent Friday afternoon it acted up again and I found myself on my back with my disappointing size cock in plain sight. "I am the new president of the small dick club," I quipped. He laughed and said, "Be ready to lose the next election." I had never wanted to see another's cock until that day. The pain took my mind off that thought for the rest of that session but returned the next time when he treated the same area again. The muscle was fine that day but he spent time working on it and twice I felt a hand brush my cock. I got most of an erection that session. The next session he massaged my legs from ankles to the small of my back. It had been one of the better days for me and I almost fell asleep as he worked on my ass. I thanked him and gave him a bit of a better tip than usual. On my next appointment and I was on my stomach as he began on my legs. I was asleep before he got to my calves. When I awoke He was massaging my ass and separating my ass cheeks. I felt warm oil on my asshole then felt a finger spread it inside. I continued to pretend I was asleep. I don't know why I did so, perhaps it was curiosity. I did know it felt good. Soon he was finger fucking me, then a short pause, more oil, and he resumed finger fucking me with apparently two fingers. At his next pause I coughed and pretended to be waking up and he began to massage my back. We finished the session normally and I gave him the same extra tip I had given the last time. I had not been sleeping well the following week and I was truly asleep when he whispered to me it was time to turn over. I was not surprised my butt and asshole were well lubricated. It happened again the next time and noticed my ass was a bit sore. He may have gotten carried away I thought. He "accidentally" began rubbing his cock over my hands as he moved around me. I never flinched and did not move them, not even when he deposited his covered cock on the palm of my hands. I did not grip it however my fingers involuntarily curled around it and I allowed them to stay that way. I felt his smallish cock become very rigid. One Tuesday as he worked on the groin muscle he lifted my cock out of the way a couple of times. Even when it was erect and out of the way he felt the need to hold it. He held on to it much longer than necessary but with no complaints from me. "Oh yeah. The presidency in your club is definitely a goner," he said as he let go of my erection after a small squeeze. I tipped him better that day. I noticed he had an erection during each session. I did not comment on it because I had an erection before I got up on the table. We both looked but did not make any comments about them. Of course my cock was exposed while his was under his white shorts. I wondered when he had discarded his underwear. I also wondered where our sessions were leading. I did make note that I had not decided on when or if I would stop him. I fell asleep on occasion and awoke to a slippery butt and asshole. I pretended to sleep at times and enjoyed having my ass fingerfucked on those times. I suspected he knew when I was not asleep and held back. I thought he had had fucked me at least once while I slept. Eventually all barriers fell. He took a bit longer than usual to begin and he began on my shoulders. As I looked through the hole in my headrest I could see his cock was hard under his shorts. The shorts themselves were different, satiny with wide leg apertures. He paused to adjust himself and exposed his cock in the process. It was a semi-long skinny thing just like he was. He was right; his cock was definitely smaller than mine. He took his shorts off while under my view and dropped them right under the headrest aperture. He wanted me to know he was as naked as I was. As he worked on my neck and shoulders he kept his cock under the aperture for my viewing pleasure. I was not too surprised to feel that watching his cock dance was a pleasure. He asked me to turn over then walked around and began on my legs and my thighs. His cock was in contact with my body at all times and I decided to keep the palm of my hands upwards. His cock was soon in them and my hand gave it a soft squeeze each time. He again had my cock in his hand as he caressed my groin. My balls were in his hands often. He asked me to turn over again but kept his hand on my cock as I did. As I settled on my stomach he pointed my cock down then placed oil on it and resumed caressing my cock and balls from between my legs. He began the routine on my butt and ass. I felt the table move. He was now straddling me between my legs as he massaged my ass. He lubricated my hole and finger fucked me for a while then he pressed himself to me and slid his cock up in me. I knew he was going to fuck me but had no qualms about it. It was not going to be the first cock in my ass although it would be the first in twenty years. My barracks roommate and I had enjoyed our play but it happened only four times. I had expected to have gay experiences again but never had, until now. There was no pain, no burn, it was wonderful. I loved his cock in my ass. He fucked me slowly, gently and I savored it. He kissed my shoulder and my neck until he suddenly lost it and fucked me hard for a few seconds then draped his body over mine. He waited until he had recovered his breath then whispered, "Turn over" and gave me room to do so. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and he sucked it then rolled a condom over it. Slowly he lowered his ass and inserted it to the hilt in one move. It was obviously not the first cock up his ass either. He whispered, "Perfect, just perfect." He set a long slow pace but that did not help my control very much and I did not last long but he kept slowly fucking me until my cock slid out of his ass. He leaned over and kissed my lips. I welcomed the kiss. We did not speak as I got dressed and left even though both of us were happy with the turn of events. We may have been a bit embarrassed that we were. I forgot to tip him at the end of the session. On our next session he immediately began to suck my cock. I reached for his cock and began to caress it then I pulled him over to me and began to suck his cock at a leisurely pace. He was sucking mine with purpose but it still took several minutes for me to fill his mouth with cum. After my spasms calmed I began to suck his cock with purpose until I found my mouth full of his cum. He again lay over me and we gave each other a long cum infused kiss. "How did you know I would play? I asked. "Because you would look at my groin every time and did not mind when I pressed my cock against you. Because you really enjoyed my play with your ass. By the way the times you were really asleep I did stick my cock in you and fucked your ass briefly. I could tell you suspected I had but when you did not say anything I became encouraged. I have very much enjoyed our last two sessions and the best part is you still have nine appointments left." "That may not be enough for my condition, I will need to see what I can do." We laughed and then he began the massage. Towards the end of the session he had recovered enough to fuck me again. I got my treatment extended another six sessions. We fucked all fifteen sessions with minimum interruptions for a massage. I could have extended them again but by then I was ready and able to chase women and had in fact enjoyed two. They had requested encores. Still, every six weeks or so I imagined the soreness had returned and made another appointment, always at four o'clock, his last appointment for the day. Masseuse: Awakened Joanne Wallman had not had a life of pleasure, and married young to a man she didn't love, but thought she loved. He had made her pregnant without any discussions about children or even engagement. As she found herself in the fourth month, they swiftly arranged for a wedding that was so far off the childhood dreams that she had been carrying in her heart. The only reason for her surviving was the children that came over the years, giving her room to build a role as a mother, but the role of loving wife was nothing she could find within her as time pushed them further apart. The third and last child had moved out of the small apartment she had been calling home for 21 years, and she found that there was nothing left holding her to the cracked walls, so she looked in her cupboards, drawers and on the shelves, and packed a single bag with clothes and another with her belongings before she folded the piece of paper that confirmed her divorce and put it in her pocket. She closed the door, and walked down the stairs to the landlady where she left her key. She didn't need it, the strings keeping her were cut and she was moving on to a better place. Standing by the bus stop like so many times before, she inhaled the scents of the damp street blended with trash and distant pizza, and watched the bus approach her position. Like so many times before, she stepped up and the bus driver looked at her with stern unfriendly eyes as she paid the fare, and sat down two rows behind him. The bus shuddered as it began her journey towards a new life somewhere else. After changing bus a few times, inhaling more than a few scents of hangovers and spicy food, she finally stood waiting on the platform, waiting for the train, feeling the morning rain gently wash away her pain. It was time and Joanne Wallman disappeared into the landscape. After a long long journey through all of her nightmares and horrors, it was time to get out, and she proudly stepped out of the train. She was a new person, her whole appearance was completely different and exactly what she wanted it to be. She wasn't the pitiful apartment prisoner she had been, she was a human with thoughts, feelings and talents. Her disappointments was left behind her in the former prison, and she looked at the train and the reflection of herself in the windows overwhelmed her, she was glowing and her name came to her when she looked down at her own suitcase: Julia Wildfire. It was just another interpretation of her own initials, JW, but her new name made her smile and a happy sensation spread throughout her body. She was free, or rather reborn, to make a new life and learn what this world has to offer. Julia walked towards the main terminal, in the same direction as the other passengers, but her steps showed more confidence than the others around her, and not having to rush anywhere gave her time to enjoy the scenery, the messages on the walls, the colors that made the concrete look like a surreal landscape, the scents of fresh air, the tension of high voltage electricity in the air and her new attitude towards life. She was there to make a lasting impression on people, and it was an adventure that had already begun. She halted when she saw a poster on the wall, and gracefully removed another poster which was covering parts of the wonderful image. It was a pair of hands in black and white with the word "Hilfe!" written in large red letters. The word meant nothing to her, it was a language she didn't know off or understood, but the language of the image was appealing to her and explained exactly what she was going to do. She found her way out on the busy street, and saw a magnificent tall building which appeared to be built entirely with glass. The sun was reflecting in the glass tower and made it spectacular in her eyes, so she started to walk towards it. It must have been a two mile walk before she reached Hotel Majestic Conqueror. She greeted the doorman with a wide smile, and saw how he seemed to melt as she took time to stop and wish him a good day. She continued to walk through the large arches in red and gold, and gave everyone time to notice her as she walked with a pace that revealed her new personality, and gracefully sat down in the lounge suite. It was a theatric role she was playing, like those she had seen on TV. She looked around, and a couple was sitting not far from her discussing something that she couldn't hear, but the woman was obviously annoyed about something in her shoulders or back. A young man in a dark red uniform with discrete golden lines was trying to help, but whatever he did would only make the woman more annoyed. Eventually an older man, who appeared to be the hotel manager wearing a similar uniform only in black and gold, came and this seemed to calm down the woman a bit, but not before she had clearly stated to the entire lobby that her back was aching. Julia stood up, and walked towards the couple, and without saying a word, she reached down with her hand behind the woman's back and felt it. She looked up into the surprised eyes of the hotel manager, while letting her fingertips work their way down the spine. "It would appear as if the muscles are tense and a lot of pressure is building near her fourth and fifth vertebra." She looked down at the couple, first into the eyes of the man and smiled to make sure he didn't feel left out, and then turning to the woman, still with a smile on her face, she talked with a low soothing voice. "Does it feel better if I gently increase pressure here?" And while she continued to have eye contact with the woman she pushed with her strong fingertips in places near the spine. She could see the woman expecting to feel more aches, but as she began to realize that Julia's hands was actually helping she relaxed noticeably. After a while the man poked the woman slightly as to remind her to answer the question, and she let looked up. "Yes." she sighed in relief. Julia continued to slowly give the woman a massage while she explained to her that she had probably been sleeping in a bed that was to soft and by changing the bed to better suit her body the tension would go away within a couple of days. "Hire her, Waters." said the man who had been sitting silently. His voice was full of determination and experience, and when Julia turned to him she could hear the hotel manager answer behind her back. "Yes sir, of course sir." The man took her hand and held it, looking at it as if he was trying to read her palm, and then looked up and explained that he owned the hotel and that he couldn't see such talent be wasted. "You're just what we've been looking for, Ms..." "Wildfire, Julia Wildfire." The afternoon was spent talking with Mr and Mrs Paxton, sorting out the details of her employment. The hotel manager Mr Waters was also at the table, but he rarely said anything as if he was afraid of the older couple. Being new in the city, they arranged for a room to Julia, "nothing fancy" which had suited Julia's limited amount of luggage. "We can't offer you the same salary as other hotels might, we're more of a family here, so we hope that this will be enough, and you get a weeks pay now so you can buy yourself what you need." He handed her a folded piece of white paper, which she took and opened. She had looked at the numbers and felt a bit dizzy. She had never earn this much, nor could she remember her former husband ever earning this much, and she looked at the somewhat concerned faces across the table. "You're going to pay me $100/hour?" "We hope that is enough." Julia didn't know what to say. She was overwhelmed with the fortunate turns of her new life, and the word "enough" echoed in her head. She could feed a small country with this amount. "You get to keep the tip you get, of course." Even more money? What was this place? She smiled a little to cover her surprised feelings, and regained her calm before answering. The held hands and she found that to be so cute. "You're too kind, but this is to much. Eight hours a day will be more than $100.000 a year." "Actually, it's closer to $200.000. You get a five weeks paid vacation to be used freely, the room upstairs and full dental and health plans like the rest of our staff. You do not eat with the guests, but in the dining room for the staff, and the meals are included with the limitation that you don't get to choose, unless you're allergic to something. You get a 50% bonus when working between 6 PM and 6 AM, and if the need for your services should offer you opportunity to work more than those hours, then it's optional. You're paid for the hours you work, but we guarantee you get paid for at least four hours a day." It was all coming to quickly for her to fully understand, but she knew that she was given an opportunity that she couldn't say no to. She sipped some water from the crystal glass, and was about to answer their proposal when Mr Waters pointed out. "Please understand, that you are not given a company car. Any exercise program to stay in shape is to be done outside working hours, and you are not allowed to have visitors in your room. If you have relatives visiting, you'll have to paid for their rooms with a minor discount, and they will be expected to follow the rules as any other of the hotel guests." He handed over a slim volume of the hotel rules. "Read it before signing any papers." He smiled generously, as if he knew that nothing would change her decision. She received the rule book and placed it on her right side, as she continued to talk to them all. She was in ecstasy, and fought hard not to show her feelings to them. She found it harder and harder to have all the emotions bottled up inside her, and with a delicate comment she made them all laugh. The lovely couple announced their departure as dinner was over, and Mr Waters showed Julia to her room on the eighth floor. The room contained a large bed, a chair from where she could watch the cable TV, a small office corner with a desk holding a computer and a few shelves for paper. The room had a mixture of green and brown just like a forest. The bathroom floor and walls were covered with pale pink tiles, and the washbowl and toilet were white. She stood there just viewing the room as if she was in a castle and this was the master bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and smiled as she realized that she only did that because her husband had never allowed her to sit in the chair. She took out the book of rules and started to read. Most of it was common sense, but there were other things that were specifically pointed out so that they wouldn't be missed. Each room was the property of the hotel, and cleaners would come every Thursday and clean them. All personal clothing could be cleaned by the dry cleaner a few blocks away from the hotel, discount given when showing the staff id-card. Uniforms, bedclothes and towels were taken care of by hotel cleaners. Julia closed the book and took a walk down to the lobby where the hotel manager was waiting with a folder containing a few sheets of paper. Julia read them all. Admittedly she didn't understand all that was written, but the few times she didn't, she simply asked and the hotel manager would happily answer. When the last piece of paper was signed, two folders were made with papers. One folder with the copies was given to Julia, the other was kept by the hotel manager, who took out a few items from under the desk. "This is your security key. You've got level 4 clearance, which means you can get in at night when the doors are closed, you get into the staff areas and your own room. It won't allow you into any of the rooms or other hotel guest areas. It's also your id-card, which you can use to proof that you are a hotel staff member. Each time you use it, in any door within the hotel, you're registered, and please make sure you know where you have it at all times. This is your personal nameplate and you are required to wear it while you work. Yours do not contain any other sign than your name, but you will notice that others have flags on their nametags. That shows the languages they speak, so that are guests may know without asking. Finally this is one weeks pay as a starting bonus, so that you may take care of unfinished business or buy something for yourself. Do you understand?" Julia picked up the eclipse shaped nameplate and placed it visible on the left side of her dress, just next to the lapel. She picked up the card and envelope and hid them in her hand, and looked up and nodded. With that, she was instructed to go and pick up her uniform. It was a very nice dark red uniform with gold lines just like the one she had seen on a few already, and the skirt was very nicely cut which made it both easy to work in and elegant. She spent the evening learning about the hotel history and architecture, where the dining room and spa were such, where the conference rooms were and what they were called along with how many they were made for. She took great pride in learning about the hotel so that she would be able to give the guests the best service she could. Then at 1 AM, she called down to the lobby and asked if they could instruct her how to set the alarm so that she would wake up. With a happy but very tired smile, the day ended for Julia Wildfire. Julia woke up the following morning at 6 AM. She took a shower and got ready for her first day, and she was sweet-smelling from the delightful perfume she had purchased. Dressed in the uniform, with her long thick blonde hair in natural waves over her shoulders, she examined herself in the mirror. The thin black stockings and heels made her legs more appealing, and the clear nail polish was very classy. She wore a minimum of makeup, because she wasn't used to wearing any. She was ready, and left the room to get breakfast. Serving porridge was Heidi, a tiny woman with pale skin, thin lips, narrow eyes and light blonde hair in a hair net. She appeared to have no color at all, and seemed very shy. Julia received the bowl and took a cup of tea along with a sandwich with ham and cheese on it. She walked to a table where a few were seated and asked if she could join them. The three ladies, busy with discussing the latest gossip, showed her that she was welcome. They were all very friendly, asking all sorts of questions about Julia's background, some that she didn't want to tell, but the inquiry was soon over when they continued to discuss politics, lipstick and food. She found her first assignment in the lobby after finishing breakfast, and took her things with her to room 1325. She knocked on the door, and after a while it opened and a man about her own age stood before her wrapped in a towel. "Hello, my name is Julia. I believe you've ordered a massage?" "Good, I've been waiting for you, come on in. He showed her in to the room, and she raised her massage table in the center of the room before placing a big towel over it. He dropped his towel and laid down on the table, face down. Julia picked up a bottle of oil and rubbed some in her hands before starting. Her hands kneaded his shoulders while he moaned silently at her touch, and the room laid in silence except for an occasional moan from the man. He was muscular and fairly tall, with some hair on his legs but none on his back. There were dark red strips across his back and each time Julia would slid over one of them would be the time he moaned. She worked her shoulders and back, arms and hands, moving on to his lower back and rear, to finish up with his legs and feet. 15 minutes to kneed is bruised backside with oil, before she broke the contact with him and asked him to turn around. He did so, and laid there with closed eyes and a very erect cock. She didn't know what to do, so she applied some more oil into her hands and started to rub his hairy chest, his shoulders and arms again. About 10 minutes she kept going with thoughts about how to deal with the situation, and when she approached his groin he finally whispered. "Please." Julia remained silent and continued to give him the massage he had requested, kneading his thighs and occasionally feeling his erect member against her arm. She never touched it intentionally, but each time it accidentally happened, she would hear the man moan. Moving down his thighs and away from his urge, she could hear him sighing, and it was perhaps her maternal instincts that made her ask. "What's the matter?" Hearing herself voice her question made her realize how silly it must have been, but she didn't say anything else, slightly afraid that she would say something that would be even sillier. She continued his work while he seemed to be struggling with himself about whether to tell or not. "I broke up with my fiancé about a month ago, and I haven't had sex since then. You're very beautiful which makes it even harder for me right now." It was obvious that he was embarrassed, but once the words started coming, they kept on coming. "I would do anything for an orgasm right now. Please, can you help me? I would do anything, I'll pay you extra, please?" It was time for Julia to struggle with herself as thoughts rushed through her head. Helping him to an orgasm? What did it involve? What would it mean? How much more could she earn? Was it the ethical thing to do? Was it the human thing to do? She kept on going, down his legs and feet, making sure he was entirely coated in oil, finding all muscles and relaxing them, yet the hard-on remained as it had been for several minutes. She looked at him, seeing how pitiful he had become before her, and something inside her made the decision. "300." "Yes, please." Julia filled her hands with more of the oil, warming it in her strong hands and then started to kneed his thighs again, reaching the base of his cock. She pushed her thumbs at the base making it stand up even harder and then made small circles between the base and his tight balls. He moaned out louder as she continued her massage and when she was pleased with her result she suddenly moved on of her oily hands to his cock. She started stroking him with long strokes, from the top to the base, in slow motion. He was pulsating in her hand, eager to receive all the blessings of her hand and end his dry period, and she kept pumping slowly. She stood silent watching his reactions as she continued her handiwork, and when she noticed that his panting became more controlled, she increased the tempo so that he would start panting again uncontrollably. "It feels so great." he said, panting heavily between each word, and Julia smiled a little while she continued. Her hand around his balls pushing them against the base of his cock, making them exposed to her wrist every time she would slide down, and thereby increasing the pleasure of the moment. "Please, your mouth." he panted out. "600." Julia replied without hesitation. Her hand continued to stroke his cock, faster and faster, but he did not answer. He had difficulties laying still, and his legs were trembling in tension as she guided him further and further. She felt the scent of her own sex in the air, and realized how hot this was making her. She stood with her legs tightly together and wiggled her hips while she continued to hand-fuck him. It felt so good to be this horny, and she kept them both going. "Please, your mouth." he panted again, which appeared to be more difficulty. "600." Julia answered again with a long passionate sigh which felt distant to her ears. Julia could see that he wanted to answer, but his cock was shaking in her hand, and without breathing he suddenly started to cum in her wonderful oily hand which kept pumping eagerly as she wanted to feel his cock in more places than just her hand. The sensation of seeing him cum for her, creaming out all of his cum over his belly and chest was so wonderful to see that Julia felt as her body would explode. She needed to cum too, but couldn't risk sticking her fingers inside her uniform, so all she could do was continue to wiggle and rub her legs against one another. He heard him loudly breathing as she came aware of her constantly pumping hand. He was twitching like a fish on dry land as her hand stroked him long and hard. She stopped, only holding him at the base in a tight grip, and gazed at the lumps of semen laid over his oily chest and belly, and with one last tight stroke up, she squeezed out the last of his load. Masseuse: Awakened She released his grip, and wiped her hands with a towel. She waited for the man to gain his strength, and it was obvious that it was taking time. He took his head in his hands, and held it as if he had a headache, and then looked at Julia with glassy eyes. "Thank you." He got up and picked up his wallet. He withdrew three hundred dollar bills from it and placed in her hand. She put the money in her pocket, folded up the massage table and took the lotion case in her hand. "I should rest if I was you. Let your body relax from the massage." She smiled when she saw him laying down in bed, breathing heavily as if he was about to sleep. She closed the door, and started to run to her room where she placed all of her things on the floor. She removed the small black lace panties she was wearing underneath the skirt, and felt her own heavy aroma as she spread her legs widely. With her uniform still in place she began darting her fingers against her clit, and with the vision of his strong cock bursting out cum while twitching in her hand was enough to take her to heaven. She realized that she would scream and pushed her own panties into her mouth like she had done a few times before, and then she lost control of herself. She laid there panting heavily, gagging her own screams with the thin fabric of her panties and filling her nose with the aroma of wet sex while she couldn't help teasing her clit more and more. She felt her orgasm subside and her body became incredibly heavy. Julia had more intense orgasms than Joanne ever had, and she smiled laying on her back in bed, panting from the storming orgasm. She started laughing when she realized that she had one more guest to attend to after lunch. Life could really be wonderful, she thought as she first removed her panties from her mouth and then the money from her pocket before placing the items on the nightstand. Sitting up felt unnecessary, but at the same time it had to be done. She wanted to feelings to last as they could, but the large wet stain in the middle of her blanket was beginning to feel cold and unpleasant, and getting up gave her the view to see the stain that she had caused. It was making her legs weak to see the wet stain shaped at the top from her ass, and she turned to the mirror to see what she looked like, and grinned. She looked as if she had just been fucking. Wonderful! Masseuse: Beneficent Joanne Wallman ceased to exist not because Joanne wasn't worthy to live, but rather because she stood for all the bad things that had happened in Julia's life. The step she had taken to get out of her old life had pulled her into a new exciting existence where she had been given a whole new set of rules to live by. She had been reborn, her conscience awakened, and that life had merely begun and she felt eager to start exploring the new world she had been woken up in. She stood in front of the mirror and her thoughts were simply thrilled with excitement of the last days. Her body that had never before been appealing in her eyes were suddenly very attractive and was glowing of confident. It had been a complete transformation, but one that she had willed to happen, and she had moved her mountain to reveal a mixture of Heaven and Babylon. As her thoughts kept processing the events, it dawned upon her that she had to take a shower in order to be presentable and got out of her uniform. Her light feet took her to the bathroom where she sat down on the toilet and rested while she turned on the water, letting it run for a while to make it warm, realizing that it was not necessary. She was so used to waiting for a minute in order to get warm water, but it was hot already, and so was she. The bathroom was filling up with hot white steam and she entered the running water and let it wash away all the bad things. She stood leaning against the tile wall, while the water was hitting her back like a gentle massage, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it even more. The water had an even temperature, something that she never previously had the luxury of enjoying, but there were many small things that she had not experienced, before her decision. She picked up the pale green sponge and foamed it up with a lot of soap. The lather was bright white and had a rich thick fullness with a sparkling surface, and it felt smooth as silk when she began to wash her long legs. She started humming, an old song by Ultravox. "Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living out a memory of a love that died." The words suddenly raised to her relaxed mind, and she understood what she was singing. Her life, that's what it was, a memory of a life gone by, a memory of a love that died. She sat down on the floor and started to cry. Her hands were shaking, but she didn't know why because she was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. She couldn't remember a single event, not even the birth of her children, when she had been close to this pleased with life. She sang out loud to emphasis the happiness she had found within these tiled walls. "Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living out a memory of a love that died." She stepped out of the shower, clean from head to toe, and with a sense of harmony that extended the boundaries of her skin, flesh and bones. Her entire being was filling the room as she again stood standing in front of the mirror and she started to brush her long wet hair. She was playing with her long hair just like a teenager, and she smiled when she saw herself in the mirror. Coming to her senses she began to dry her skin with a towel, removing the pearls of water that laid sparkling on her soft body, without removing her eyes from the mirror. She wasn't a model, that's for sure, or rather not a model with those 36-24-36 figures, but she was looking at herself and being proud of what she saw. She was the perfect Julia Wildfire. After finding her clothes and putting them on, brushing her hair one last time, and dumping the thought of makeup, she found that she was ready to face the guests of the hotel again. Walking down to the lobby, she spent the following hours helping and guiding guests, providing them with the service they paid for by staying at the hotel. At 1 PM she took some time to eat lunch with some of the other staff members, leaving her enough time before her next appointment at 3 PM. After eating she locked herself in her room, and sat down to learn the computer. She was pleased to see that there were simple instructions to follow, something called a tutorial with step by step instructions, and it was much easier than she had thoughts. She wasn't new to the keyboard, her night class learning how to touch-type was paying off when she finally got the wordpad to work. She typed a few notes to herself, constantly keeping track of time, so that she wouldn't miss being at room 1152 at precisely 3 PM. And as she had planned, the door in front of her at 3 PM had the number 1152 written on it. She knocked on the door, and heard someone running with heavy steps for a while before the door opened. The young man opening looked nervous and his forehead was wet from sweat. Julia smiled a little before saying professionally. "Hello, my name is Julia. I believe you've ordered a massage?" The man looked down the corridor to see that no one else was near, and invited her inside her room without saying a word. His behavior reminded Julia of a schoolboy, making sure he wasn't caught by his parents with a girl. She walked into the room, and looked curiously at the man as he closed and locked the door before turning to her. His held his shoulders low as if he was ashamed of something, enhancing the feel of a guilty schoolboy, and he looked at the floor in silence, so she raised the massage table and placed a towel over it. "It's my first time." he mumbled. "It's okay, we have time, so would you prefer if I looked away?" she replied with a kind tone of voice. "Yes please." he replied quickly. Julia turned around with her back towards the man, and took off her jacket while she heard him undressing behind her and laying down. She remained with her back to him and instead began to talk to him to calm him down. "So are you in town on business or vacation?" She avoided to say business or pleasure, since that could lead the conversation to much. "Business, I'm attending a computer fare." "So you sell computers?" "I'm a programmer, here to promote a new software together with our sales team." Julia turned to the man who was laying face down, relaxing. She picked up the bottle of oil and poured some into her hands while she continued to show an interest to his work. When Julia began caressing his feet and shins, he stopped talking and allowed her to work with his body. She felt a lot of tense muscles in his legs and took the time to treat them properly before moving on slowly further up. She looked up to examine his position and make sure he was laying in a comfortable and appropriate position. She smiled, having a difficult time to hold back her laughter, when she noticed a piece of plastic in the crack between his legs and ass cheeks, but she didn't say anything. If he wanted to have something like that inserted in his rear then that was his choice and nothing she would comment so Without a word spoken, she continued while the young man continued to relax, sinking deeper into the table. Reaching his round rear, the man suddenly sighed. "I thought you would be older." Julia was a bit surprised, but asked calmly. "Why would you say that?" The silence following indicated to her that he was hesitating to answer her, and she said. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything." "I would have liked that." he mumbled. "So how old do you think I am?" she asked curiously. "28." he answered with a low voice. Julia smiled, taking his guess as a compliment, but also told him that she was a bit older than that, and that she had given birth to three healthy children which were his age. Julia took the reactions in his body as a positive sign, and kept rubbing oil into his skin. She could hear his breathing getting heavier and suddenly as she was attending to his shoulder he moaned out loud. She knew she hadn't been the cause, but still carefully looked to see if her actions had been the cause of his moaning, but they weren't from pain but from pleasure. "Is everything all right?" she asked. "I love older women. You have such a wonderful touch. Would I be to bold if I would ask of you for something special?" Julia could hear by the sound of his voice that he was about to ask something that wasn't about giving massage anymore. She let her hands slide over his arms as if she was as calm as ever even though her heart was bounding hard in her chest. She licked her lips to make sure they were moist and also avoiding to sound strange as she answered him with a counter question. "What would that be?" "I would like to masturbate for you, while looking at your ..." He stopped mid-sentence in hesitation, and Julia held her hand still as she asked. "My?" "...your pussy." he ended his sentence. "I'll pay whatever you want." Julia felt as if she was about to faint, but holding her hands steadily on his shoulders held her up. She looked around and noticed the gold ring on his right hand, not left so not engaged. She evaluated the situation and a lot of things had to be taken into consideration when he said. "3.000 dollars?" he exhorted. His offer made her head spin. Didn't money mean anything to him? Regardless if they did or not, they did to her. She could set up a trust fund for her future grandchildren with that amount, so with great doubt in her voice she still answered a simple: "Agreed." He turned around, laying on his back with his cock in his hand already stroking as she took of her panties and walked to his head. She stood with her thighs on each side of his head, just standing still as he frantically kept jerking off with her pussy above his face. He was moaning loudly between her legs and inside she simply wanted him to reach out and lick her or come right away, but she didn't say a word and kept watching in silence. His hand was squeezing hard around his shaft and the secrete was making the head wet, preparing for the ending that was coming closer and closer. She could feel him breathing heavily against her pussy, which was getting wet from watching him, and he stopped breathing. Julia had seen it happen before a few times, she knew it was close so she spread her legs a bit wider so that he could see more of her, feeling how she started leaking a bit into his face. At that moment he came, and the force of his orgasm threw his head up against her wet cunt. She moaned loudly at the sudden contact with his face and squeezed her thighs around his head briefly while she watched him stroke and pump before her. He's cum was shooting straight up into the air, and landing on his legs, over and over again. She felt him rubbing his face in her juices and then he's head dropped down and the rest of his body relaxed. She stood still waiting for him to make the next move. He moved his arms and pushed her away, so she took a few steps back and picked up her panties and put them in her pocket. "Wow." slipped out from the wet face of the man as he climbed up and put an envelope in her hand before laying down in bed. Packing up the massage table and lotion case without a sound, she walked to the door hearing him say. "Can we do that again tomorrow?" "Tell me the reason why." she replied. "Another 3000 dollars." he said with a confident smile. Julia didn't reply, and closed the door behind her. Walking down the corridor she thought about how dreadfully he had misunderstood her question. She had wanted to know why he did it, but maybe his reason simply was that he had 3000 dollars that he had no other use for? Still she couldn't help laughing quitely to herself just thinking of a good looking young man with an apparent good mind for computers and yet having to pay her just so he could see her pussy. The flashback of if all made her realize that it had been nasty to watch him jerk off for her. Simply stroking quickly at the sight of her open slit with no other way to get off. It was nasty to the degree that she felt how her own juices began to seep out and slide down her thighs. Entering the elevator alone gave her the opportunity to quickly wipe away the drops with the panties that still wasn't wearing. She hoped that there were no other guest to attend to at the moment, but reaching the lobby she found that there was. She called up to the room, to know if he was still interested, and a few minutes later she was standing outside yet another door: 2104. She had never been so high up, but she could notice that these higher floors were designed differently with more exclusive furniture in the corridors, the doors themselves had different animals carved into them, and the tiger that was looking at her was very delicately crafted. She reached up with her fingertips to feel the surface, and it was very smooth. The door opened and a young woman opened up the door. Though expecting a man, she still introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Julia. I believe you've ordered a massage?" The woman showed her in with a graceful gesture, and Julia picked up her things and walked in, amazed not to see a room but a small apartment with luxurious furniture. There were a dining table for six, a group of leather couches in a formation heading the huge TV, and a bar counter with glasses and bottles behind it. The woman showed Julia the way to a smaller room which was decorated in blue colors making it appear cold, and in the middle of the room stood a massage table already with a man laying on it. A steaming towel was covering his head and another laid over his waist. She was instructed to begin, which she of course did after removing her jacket. The man had large feet with well shaped toes and toenails. The skin was soft and she took all of these things as a sign that these feet got their share of pedicure. The woman turned on the sound system and the room was filled with the sound of wind, rain and thunder. It made the blue room seem darker, but it relaxed the man even more. The woman left the room and Julia continued her duties. After a while she felt relaxed too by the sounds that were playing, and smiled to the simplicity of not having to keep up a conversation. The legs felt very powerful and firm, and the muscles were clearly showing so the hours must have been countless to get that well in shape. She kept going until she reached the towel covering his waist, wondering if she should remove it or work around it. At that moment she saw the woman enter the room again, wearing a completely different outfit than she had been wearing when Julia arrived. The black lingerie consisted of black heels, fishnet stockings, corset and long gloves. She wore a mask before her eyes and walked like a cat on her hands and knees towards the center of the room. Julia was puzzled by this but continued giving the man his massage, and coming to the decision that she had to remove the towel in order to knead his buttocks and lower back. When doing so she noticed a leather strap going across his lower back, which apparently was holding him to the table. She didn't give it much thought and continued her doings while she saw the woman come closer and closer until she crawled underneath the table. Julia felt the man's muscles come alive, but relaxed again as she worked her way passed the leather and up over his back and shoulders. He was becoming more and more restless which should have been the opposite considering that she was giving him a very accurate massage. The woman made no sound from underneath the table, nor did Julia actually see her or bother to look, but when she felt the woman's hand on her foot she looked down only to see her hand point at a chair in the corner of the room. The gesture made it clear that she was instructed to stop her doings and sit down, which Julia did without understanding why. When she sat down in the very comfortable armchair, she saw the table from a new perspective, and also what the woman was doing. Through an opening in the table hung the man's cock out and the cat-woman were leaning on her hands while licking the tip of the manhood. It was amazing to watch how she kept licking the tip without using her lips or hands. She kept licking for what seemed an eternity, every now and then looking over at Julia and smile. It was clear that she was enjoying to treat a cock this way, in a very erotic and slow way, as if she was carefully exploring every fiber of his thick head. It was as if she was giving Julia a performance, and the man was simply living props on the small stage. Julia couldn't help to find it poetically erotic as the woman kept turning below the table to lick all sides of the exposed cock, and it was also becoming clearer that the man had increasingly difficult to lay still. She could only imagine how crazy she would be if someone would lick her that slowly, but then she would probably enjoy being licked very much since it was one of those things that her husband thought was degrading. The table was beginning to shake as the man was trying to get loose from the fixed position, but that didn't change the tactics that the woman was using. She kept going slowly with her tongue, and every touch was as if someone was licking Julia too. Her body was shaking, and she noticed how she was trying to spread her legs apart, only to move them together and grind herself against the chair. She wanted so desperately to lift her long skirt and push her fingers inside her burning hot pussy, and feel her walls suck her fingers even deeper inside her while kneading her breast with her other hand, but she remained seated where she was, and enjoyed the performance that was going in slow-motion. Time wasn't essential, only lust was and Julia was certainly getting her share. Noticing how the man was fighting hard against the strains that apparently also held his hands, and possibly his head, underneath the towel that was still covering his head. He fought like a wild horse at a rodeo kicking to throw the rider of him, but in this case the rider was below him, and the rider had won. Julia watched as the woman licked the top faster, circling the head over and over still without using anything but her tongue, and then their eyes met. While the woman began to show that she was about to use her lips, moving closer and closer to kiss the tip with her full lips, Julia began thinking: "Please don't." as if a kiss would finish the act. She took her time moving closer and closer, and Julia felt her legs rubbing rapidly against each other, and she let out a sigh that was covered by the sound of thunder when the lips touched the head and began to suck in the cock. Julia felt trapped between what she felt was right to do and the urge to give in, and that paralyzed her in her seat, with her attention directed to the small area below the table. The woman had her lips tightly sealed behind the ridge and turned around so that she was leaning on her arms, chest up. She let go of the cock only to resume the licking, but it became quick and determined, her rapid tongue slapping the head as a contrast to the slow caressing licks she had been doing before. Laying there straight below him, as if she was ready to receive his loads, and the movement of the table became less violent before ending totally when he surrendered to her tongue. Julia couldn't help moaning as she saw him spraying the beautiful woman's face with his white cum, covering her black mask and whirling tongue. Load after load kept covering her face and it looked greasy, messy, but oh how Julia wished she was the one below the table. The thick sauce laying on smooth skin made her lick her lips, also wanting to receive such a rich load of cum, and she saw the woman turning to her and blew her a wet cum covered kiss. Julia felt so jealous, and with that she got up, took her things and left the two lovers. She couldn't stay there any longer, and her room seemed to be on the other side of town, not just the other side of the hotel. Masseuse: Beneficent Finally reaching her own quarters, she put them all of her things, undressed and sat down in her own chair. Her fingers were eagerly on her clit, but it was to sensitive to touch, and she moaned out as she realized that she wouldn't get the quick fix she needed. Opening her eyes she saw the full size mirror, and got out of the chair only to lay down before the mirror. Resting her feet against the wall, she looked into the mirror and saw her own pussy pulsating, and she reached for a cooling lotion, took some on her fingertip and began to rub her knob lightly. It didn't take more than 20 seconds before she was feeling the release come over her and she forced herself to look at her pussy while she was coming, seeing the clear liquid being pushed out by her strong muscles and she relaxed on the floor. She kept her legs widely spread, feeling the cool sensation of the ventilation against her naked skin, and she smiled widely. Waking up a few hours later, from the sound of the phone, she got up and answered. "Julia." "Hello, this is Anna, you gave my husband some massage earlier today. You left in such a hurry that we didn't have time to discuss payment for the services you provided." Julia smiled as she heard the woman's voice for the first time, realizing that she had been to their room without a word being spoken. The voice was warm and full of passion, so suitable for the woman she had been watching. "You don't have to pay me anything. It's my treat." Julia replied with the vision of the couple before her eyes again. "Oh thank you so very much, but if you ever need a favor so I can repay you that way, don't hesitate to call. I'm leaving my calling card for you when we check out. Again, thank you so much." "You're welcome." Julia hissed out while seeing the woman blow her yet another wet kiss. She hung up and looked around seeing her things spread all over the floor. She picked them up, finding the envelope that she had received from the young man, and was pleased to see that the first and last were 100 dollar bills, the other 28 was nothing but 1 dollar bills. 228 dollars instead of 3000 made her increasingly happy. It only meant that he wouldn't contact her again. She placed the envelope in the nightstand drawer, and picked up the other things before laying down in bed. The cold spot was still there in the middle of the bed, but it only felt good against her naked butt as she drifted to sleep. Seeing in the mist of her eyes a last recollection of the events, a gymnastic move from the cat-woman, wrapping her legs around the table from underneath and playing with the cock against her pussy, smearing out some cum in her slit, and Julia recalled that it was the last thing she had seen before leaving their room. Wonderful! Masseuse: Celebrity Joanne Wallman had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. She had been walking in the same path over and over so many times that she no longer knew where she was going, if anywhere at all. A life where her children had made up her entire life, where nothing else would exist. It was when the children had move out, leaving her in an empty world of her own, that she had realized her value or rather how worthless she really was. But just like the ugly duckling had turned out to be a swan, so had the duck Joanne turned out to be the swan Julia Wildfire. She had become more than the pond was worthy off, and moved to a new world where she was appreciated for the talents and skills she had. She wasn't a worthless parasite living off the system, she was most certainly beneficent to society. The dark alleys and stone walls with mold, they were all left to rot for all she cared. The old pots and pans of the kitchen were fading in her memory, just like the piles of dirty clothes that she was required to wash by hand. She didn't care what happened to the father of her children. He never was around to help her when she needed help, nor did he participate in raising the children. All he had on his mind was to work, so that he could save a little. An honorable thing to do, but not the wisest of his decisions. It had alienated him from the rest of the family, so when the kids were old enough, they were more than eager to move. She knew that their decisions were based on the lack of love at home, even if she really loved them, the energy just wasn't there to live and love more than she had. When you find yourself giving and giving without receiving anything, you're soon drained, and Julia knew now that it was what had happened to Joanne, and that was one of most important reason why Joanne couldn't go on living. Julia woke up, enjoying her weekend off. She had been working five straight days, rubbing feet of tired tourists, helping a guest to recover from his back injuries. It had been a full week, and in some cases long hours, but it had also been very rewarding to her. She was participating in life, offering a service and still giving, but now she was receiving as well. Her new found world had become a gate to a new experiences, things that had allowed her to explore her own sexuality. At three occasions had her duties become other than rubbing soar muscles, and each time had been different in their nature, yet still the same. She helping someone to gain sexual satisfaction and without intercourse. She felt like the had been a helpful Samaritan, but what about the fact that she had received payment for her services? Did that make her some kind of call-girl or prostitute? She had been thinking about that, but wasn't able to make that conclusion. She was a masseuse, and among the 27 guests she had been rubbing, only three had been sexually related and in only one case had she touched a persons genitalia. No, she wasn't providing sexual services, they simply stumbled upon her. She smiled as the flashbacks of recent events visualized in her mind. She laid dreaming for a while before pushed the thoughts aside, feeling a bit disappointed that she hadn't had more of those offers land in her lap. Sitting up, she let her hands slide through her hair, before reaching up with her hands to stretch her shoulder and back. It was good to be alive. There was a small sign on the computer screen which caught her attention. She read the text "You have mail" from her sitting position and smiled. Feather, the cleaning lady who's real name was Sally, had taught her what email was and how to use it. Her explanations about email being the same as ordinary mail just sent over the net electronically had been a concept she could grasp. Feather had helped her search for her children's emailaddresses, and she had sent all three of them invitations to come and stay at the hotel a weekend so that they could talk and see each other. She was hoping that they would be positive to the invitation. She got up and sat down in the chair in front of the computer, looked in her inbox and found four emails. Three of them being from Oliver, Laura and Michael, and a fourth which was apparently some sort of commercial stating how you could change your life in 60 days. This made her laugh out loud, they were to late for that, she thought. She deleted the commercial message and re-read the messages from her children. They would all come, that was wonderful news, and Oliver was asking if he could bring his fiancé too. She felt stupid about forgetting that in her email, so she immediately started a new letter to them all. She was looking forward to meeting Olivia, knowing that Oliver had been to ashamed of his parents to introduce her to them. She didn't blame him for that, she just hoped that she could live up to the image of a good mother. Her heart was hoping that there were someone would be joining Laura and Michael too. She was still naked, but she was in no rush anywhere and went back to bed, laid down and rested a while longer while letting her thoughts wander. She was thinking of her children, how she hadn't seen Oliver in four years since he moved out, Laura had moved out at the same time, but had visited at home on two occasions and Michael, counting the days since he moved to be 48. She wished she had been stronger to have provided them with a better home, but she had better resources now, even if she also knew that she couldn't make up for the years that had passed by. She rolled over on her left side, placing both of her hands under her left cheek and curled up. She felt the same as she had felt so many times before, the joy of her children, three healthy strong individuals. She was proud to have been a part of their lives, and hoped they would be willing to let her remain that way. The phone rang, pulling her back to from her deep thoughts, and she reached for the receiver. "Julia." "Good morning, Julia, this is Pamela. I'm sorry to disturb you on your day off, but I would very much like to ask you to work today. I wouldn't call if it wasn't absolutely necessary." Julia laid silent while she tried to remember who Pamela was. She finally realized that she was in charge of special events, so it was probably some kind of happening. She had not heard about any such special event being posted on anywhere, so it puzzled her a bit. "What is it?" "I can't tell, please come down to my office in 45 minutes. I'll tell you more about the details." With a puzzled state of mind she hang up and closed her eyes. It was her way of searching her memories, but she couldn't find anything that would spread light on the situation. While she kept thinking, she got up and began to dress. For a moment she considered wearing the bright red lingerie that she had bought, but it was better to not wear them, so she picked out plain white cotton underwear. Instead of the white cotton T-shirt that she most frequently used, she picked a white blouse which looked a bit nicer, even if the T-shirt was more practical when she was working. She took one final look in the mirror, and found no reason to change her appearance. Her hair was hanging freely, the ends curling up a bit below her chin. She had become more elegant the last couple of days, treating herself to manicure, pedicure and a long awaited haircut. She had felt separation anxiety when her very long hair had been shortened to get rid of the split ends and also to lift her hair some. The result was a more elegant modern woman, well worthy of the name Julia Wildfire. She had also began to appreciate the value of make up, and had enjoyed the color coordinators "lecturing" about what her colors were and how she could use them to enhance her features. While walking down the corridor, she began to think about her children, how they had been the beacons in the darkness of her life, and the fears she had about loosing them. She knew that she wouldn't be pampering them everyday, they were to old for that, but she wanted them all to know that if they ever needed to talk, come and visit, or have a shoulder to cry on, she'd be there. She smiled at a memory of Oliver hiding underneath the bed when she had wanted him to take a bath, and how she had found him and got him clean all over. Reaching the third floor she got out of the elevator, and walked towards Pamela's office which laid on the other side of the brass ring. The brass ring was a large open area on the third floor with an area for relaxation. It featured a large aquarium full of colourful tropic fish and water plants, a few chairs and all surrounded by a brass ring about waist-height. She let her hand slide over the smooth metal and felt how cold it appeared to be. The door to Pamela's office stood open, so Julia went in and sat down while Pamela finished her call. It gave Julia time to look at the small office, which had walls completely covered with shelves and they were filled with papers, books and posters. She wasn't paying attention when Pamela, while still talking on the phone, gave Julia a folder with the Hotel logo on it, but took it from her hand and opened it. Inside laid information about tour-dates for a popular musician, but she found no information about a concert in the city. She kept reading until Pamela ended her phone conversation. "What does this have to do with us?" Julia asked and lifted up the folder with a quick twitch of the wrist. "He's coming here." Pamela smiled with a huge grin on her face, showing of the pride she felt. "But when?" Julia asked, letting her finger slide over the list as to point to a non existing date. "Today. His manager wants him to have his day off in an establishment that he knows provides good service, handles things discretely and isn't near any of his scheduled concerts. He'll be here in 30 minutes and has requested a massage. I said that we would arrange for it by the time he arrives here, so could you help me?" A lot of thoughts went through Julia's mind, but she wanted what was best for the hotel, so she said while looking in the folder "Yes, who needs a day ... 1212?" "Yes, he wanted it to be low profile, so not The Penthouse, The Emperor or The Royal suites. Room 1212 is at the end of the corridor, with a view to the northeast, so I think that's rather low profile." Julia nodded, and left. For some reason she just couldn't stand staying around to see that huge grin on Pamela's face. Picking up her things she went to room 1212 and sat down to wait. She picked up the novel she had begun reading, and turned to page 45 where she continued while she waited for this celebrity to arrive, but like so many times before, the vision of Anna returned to her eyes, the black cat-woman that so perfectly had pleased both her husband and Julia too, and the feeling of wanting to do the same to a man was nagging her constantly. It was as if she had found her sexuality again, and it was screaming for attention. The book, however interesting, would have to wait. She placed it back in her case before she leaned back, closing her eyes to daydream. She heard footsteps, but didn't open her eyes until she heard them coming closer. She looked up to see a man in a long black trench coat and a wide black hat. He was wearing sunglasses, and Julia knew that her waiting was over. He came alone, no bodyguards, no manager, no fans, to relax and sleep in order to charge up his strength. He was holding his key-card and looked at the door as if he was trying to open the door by will. Julia stood up, picked up her things when he'd successfully opened the door. He closed the door when they both were inside, still without uttering a word to her, but she didn't think about that. Those famous people were all so strange, so if this character wanted to be strange by dressing black and being silent, then so be it. She raised the massage table in the center of the room, and looked up to show her client that it was okay to lay down. She was stunned to see the tall slim man sitting naked, wearing only a pair of black boots sitting on the couch jerking while he was watching her. "Come here, bitch and suck my cock." His accent was as she had heard on the radio, a wide, wobbly kind of Australian English, but keeping her cool, she walked over to him and kneeled before him, but in such a manor that her left knee came to push up pressing hard against his balls. She could hear his loud moan as she continued to increase pressure, and when his face was white as a sheet, she said with a calm voice. "Do you wish to continue this or get a massage?" The man was showing signs of fear, and he let go of his cock, and raised his hands over his head. Julia took this as the sign of surrender that it was, and got up on her feet. The man took quick steps to lay down and Julia picked up her bottle of oil and began to rub his body. "So how is it to perform for thousands of people?" She suddenly felt small. She was here alone with a famous naked man, and all she could say was something like that? To her relief, the man answered with his Australian voice. "Not bad. The worst part is the heat on stage, but it's really a very giving experience to perform for my fans. To hear them sing along with me is very rewarding in itself, just knowing that they have taken my words to their hearts is a heartwarming feeling." She smiled as she kept listening to him talk about his music, the fans, managers, radio talk-shows, promoting the album, while she was making his muscles relax underneath his soft skin. They both did what they could to please the other with words and oil, and Julia started to feel sorry for this tall man for the sides he was beginning to reveal. His eyes were closed, so she wasn't sure if he longer knew where he was, but he was talking about his fame, and how it was both a blessing and a curse. How he spoke about the many beautiful women he would meet, fans and groupies, but never get to know who they were. The risk was always that if he met someone he would fall in love with just to find out later that she was only interested in his money and fame, not his personality. How could he possibly know when he met the right one? He opened up his eyes, and looked at her over his shoulder. "I treat people like dirt and dirt like people. I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier, but each time my manager has set up this kind of hideaway, the masseuse would always be more interested in taking care of my penis than the rest of my body. When I saw you, how beautiful you are, I just assumed that it was the same as always. Can you forgive me?" "If you know that you are treating people poorly, why don't you do something about it? And yes, your behavior earlier was not very subtle or appropriate, but I understand and forgive. You're just deserve a spanking for it." She laughed a bit, and he did too as he replied. "That would be nice." They both laughed while Julia continued to rub his body. He had a few tattoos on his arms, one including the words 'Live your dream'. She looked at the tattoo and wondered for a while before asking. "Are you living your dream?" Julia looked at his face noticing lines around his eyes, as if he was trying to close his eyes to prevent seeing something, and he said. "Most people think I'm a very intelligent person, with a profound understanding of life, but that is their image of me. I have almost no friends, simple because I'm afraid to show them how shallow I really am. I began singing as a way to get through my days, but that doesn't mean that I have a greater understanding, that's what others interpret in my lyrics. My dream is simply to find a woman that I love, that loves me for who I am, not because I am famous and rich. So how can I know when or if I meet that woman? Am I wrong to dream about my own happiness when it brings me so much happiness to sing for others, just in a different way? Julia was amazed at the attitude change. From being a total jerk to a sensitive fragile man in just a few minutes, that was incredible. "So what else do you dream about?" He didn't reply, and Julia could see that whatever he wanted to say was something that made him embarrassed, or rather nervous, and she said. "You can tell me if you want to, and if you don't want to it's totally understandable too." He seemed to contemplate if he could, should, would tell her, and she continued with her constant massage. His skin on his back wasn't as smooth and even as the rest of the body, many appearing to be scars, but she made sure that she had treated every square inch of his skin as well as the muscles that were laying tense underneath the soft surface. "I would like to be sucked by a beautiful woman. Lay in her lap, with my hips higher than the rest of the body, exposed to her hands and mouth. Just lay there, slightly uncomfortable, and enjoy her take the time she would need to explore me." "Would you like me to do that for you?" Julia asked, for a moment seeing Anna before her eyes. "Later?" He nodded and moaned as she continued her massage. Her thoughts were like fireworks, popping up new explosion after another, and she had to fight her emotions to first attend to her duties. She asked him to turn around so she could continue, and he did, laying his arm over his face as if he was ashamed of his body. She continued with her massage, smiling as she once again realized how beautiful the human body really was. She continued while they talked about the weather, politics and food, and all other good things that life had to offer. It had been two hours since Julia first meet the tall man in black, and her arms were feeling a bit soar when she was done. She told him to relax while she made arrangements for lunch to be served in the room. It took less than ten minutes before room service knocked on the door. Julia was the one receiving it, to avoid people from seeing who was visiting their hotel. She served him, and left him alone as he began to eat. "I'll return later, at nine, will that be okay?" Julia watched him nod, and then closed the door behind her. Enjoying her time off, she went out to see what she could find out among the many stores in the nearby shopping center. She waved and talked to the many store owners that she had recommended to hotel guests. She didn't know them that well, but she was friendly with them, and they in return were friendly with her. The income the stores had from the hotel guests would probably be a lot more than half of their annual turnover, so it was only natural that they were trying to be on the right foot with her and the other hotel employees. She knew it was a insincere friendship and kindness they were showing her, but it still made her feel quite welcome to visit the hall of glass walls and fake plants. It didn't change her reason for being there, to look around and perhaps shop if there was something that was appealing to her. In the window of the beauty shop, she noticed something new. She went in and talked to the lady behind the counter to find out what it was and what she thought about it. It was a lotion which was made from natural products, and smell and tasted like the fruits which were printed on the bottles. Banana, orange, apple, pear, strawberry and so on. The woman leaned over and whispered in Julia's ear. "They taste much better than eatable panties, so they are quite good for those intimate massages." Julia smiled at the comment, but decided not to buy any of the bottles. She asked for the usual almond oil and peach lotion. The woman asked if she didn't want to try the new product in peach, but Julia declined her offer. She wanted to find out more about it before she started using it, so it was better not to change a winning concept. 3 hours had passed by the time she got back to her room, and it was time to take up dinner to the 'mystery guest' as she'd heard mentioned in the lobby. She picked up the tray from the kitchen and took the service elevator up. She knocked on his door but no one opened. She knocked again but still not a sound. She felt torn as she picked up her id-card, which had been upgraded since she began working, and she opened the door. The room laid in darkness, but she could see the note laying on the floor as light from the corridor fell on it. She picked it up gracefully, and read the few words 'As we agreed.' which made her both curious and a bit nervous. She walked in, and closed the door behind her. There was a low buzzing sound in the room that was unfamiliar to her. She found him in bed, and she was horrified when she saw that he had somehow tied himself up with a large amount of ropes. Underneath his butt was all of the pillows from the bed as well as the cushions from the couch. It all piled up high, making his position more than just a little bit uncomfortable as he had said. He had a large ball in his mouth, preventing him from talking, and his arms behind his back preventing him from untying the ropes. She didn't know what to do, so she ran out of the room, and hid her face in shame as she stopped some distance down the corridor. Masseuse: Celebrity After a couple of minutes she returned to the room. The buzzing sound was still heard vaguely, and the room was just as dark. She had been thinking for a while, and realized that if anyone would find him in that awkward position, what would happen? She felt that he had trusted her, the situation had scared her, but she was back. He was still laying in bed, and she noticed that his eyes were covered by a blindfold, so she moved closer. The buzzing sound was coming from his body, and when she touched his soft penis, she also felt it vibrate. She let her fingers be still around his shaft, while she felt him grow slowly. His cock was coming alive, and she was enjoying the feelingas it became larger in her hand, but at the same time she was thinking about the vibrations and had come to understand that he had some sort of gadget in his anus. It wasn't the first time she had seen or heard of a butt-plug, but she hadn't heard of one that vibrated. She leaned closer and began licking the head, eager to lick it, but at the same time just as eager to get it over with. He had a strange taste, very salty, which made her unease with it, but the more saliva she applied with her mouth, the less of the taste remained. She gripped his semi-hard shaft and let the head slide into her mouth, before starting to jerk him off. She wasn't holding back anything, not giving him the satisfaction of her teasing him. Her hand worked furiously around his shaft, and she kept her mouth still, with her lips tightly sealed around the top. She could hear him moaning through the gag, and he was breathing heavily through his nose. This wasn't foreplay, it was a quick fix, and he was getting there quickly. She felt him getting harder each passing moment, and let herself enjoy the drop of pre-cum that came out at the top. She licked it up, and then she stopped. Taking a few steps back, she sat down on the floor, leaning against a wall. She simply sat there watching as he was twitching and almost cramping in his strange position, but she didn't say a word. She felt exhausted although she had not been doing anything exhausting, she was disgusted, loathing to continue, but at the same time hearing her inner voice screaming to regain her grip of the longing pole that was softening as she sat watching it. She stood up again, feeling strengthened by her time to think, returned to stand by the bed. Her left hand taking his soft penis in a firm but loving hold, while her right hand seeking it's way in between his legs. She felt the end of the vibrating gadget and pushed it, feeling how he got hard in her hand, hearing him moan. Without thinking any further she stroked his cock with long strokes, and lowered her mouth to the erect meat. She licked the top and felt the smoothness of his cock head against her tongue, and felt bolder than she had been before so she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to slide up and down with her fist pressed against her lips as an extension of her mouth. His cock was getting harder and his balls tightening as she played with his nuts with her right hand, feeling carefully with her fingertips the load she had waiting, and the muscle contractions that were preparing. She felt the head grow even bigger, making it smooth as glass, and it fascinated her, so she stopped sucking and her hand job, only to lick the delicious plum that was served to her. She let her tongue slide back and forth, in circles, teasing the top and the rim, just to feel how pleasant it was to lick it. She remembered Anna and the look in her eyes that had made it no secret that she had been enjoying what she did. Were her eyes showing the same expression, she wondered? She hoped so, because it was a God sent satisfaction to lick the smooth surface. The head shook before it began oozing out a little cum, only as a brief warning before load after load came bursting out. She had forgotten what she was really doing, simply enjoyed licking the surface and how it had felt, not paying attention to what she was really doing, and she could hear him struggling for the amount of air he really needed. His nose was wide open, inhaling and exhaling at a rapid pace, and at the same time moaning as Julia continued to enjoy herself with the now slimy surface of the cock. The moans were starting to go into a high pitch before she finally stopped licking, feeling a little bit disappointed that she couldn't continue, but very pleased to have found the bravery to go through with it. She sat down on the floor again, licking her lips and wiping her cheeks clean from the slimy thick white cum she had in her face, licking her fingers as if it was whipped cream. She didn't say a word, simply sat still, waiting for something, some kind of insight or sign. Leaning her head against the wall, enjoying the aroma of the woked chicken and vegetables, sweet tasteful curry and rice. She moved to sit next to the plates and dishes that she had brought in earlier, and picked up the chopsticks with trembling fingers to eat, dropping them to the carpet. Picking up a spoon from the tray she began to eat in silence, the taste in her mouth being Wonderful!