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The Massage

By: Sensuous Storyteller



Alone and naked, Jacquie climbed onto the table to lie down on her tummy. After a brief glance around the room and a deep reassuring breath, she opted to rest her head on her crossed arms rather than the head rest that was provided. Her cute ass was bare and vulnerable and Jacquie lifted her head wondering what to do. Moving her arms so she could brace herself on her elbows she felt a small towel bunch up beneath her. It was small and white but it was no bigger than a dish towel. Realizing that this was all she had to protect her modesty, she quickly spread it over her bottom before lying down again to wait, nervously.

As she waited patiently, her mind began to wander. When she walked into the air conditioned office the first thing she noticed was a very handsome man sitting at the desk in a white lab coat. His named tag told her his name was John. A moment later, John raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. Jacquie felt naked, not nude-naked but vulnerable-naked; as in he could see right through her and into her soul. Startled by the impact of his gaze, Jacquie trembled. Noticing her trepidation, John wanted to put her at ease so he flashed his most welcoming smile.

Pulling herself together and silently admonishing herself for her schoolgirl reaction to him, she said her name but she said it so quietly that he hadn't heard her. Since he was just looking at his appointment book before she came in he knew her name was Jacquie.

Standing up from behind the neat desk, John handed her a clip board with a pen clipped under the lever. 'Would you please have a seat over there and fill this out while I see to the room?' he said as he pointed to the small but nicely decorated waiting area.

'Sure' Jacquie answered but again he barely heard her as he was already walking away from her to what must have been the 'room'.

As she sat down in one of the two chairs in front of a small coffee table with magazines neatly stacked on one side, Jacquie watched his retreating back. She could see that the lab coat was stretched taut against broad shoulders and the fluttering at the sides suggested a slim waist.

Jacquie returned to the questionnaire. She answered the questions quickly since they all seemed pretty common on forms such as these. She had filled out others just like it at the chiropractor's office and the ophthalmologist just the other day. When she was done, Jacquie walked over and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to return to her seat to wait, John came out and asked her to follow him.

Leading her down a short corridor, John opened the door to the room he had been preparing for her as she completed the required forms. John asked her to hop up onto the table for a moment as he kicked a small stool closer so she could get up without difficulty.

John placed a blood pressure cuff on her upper arm and he smiled at her again as he pumped it up and it tightened on her arm. A moment later the air was being released with a hiss and her arm was free. Next he stood before her and opened a couple of buttons of her white silk blouse. He put a stethoscope in his ears and placed the cold metal ring just below her left breast. Her heart was beating at an outrageous pace and she knew he knew why. Jacquie tried not to look at him, not wanting her embarrassment to show but his eyes drew hers to his like a moth to a flame, and he smiled again. As if nothing was said between them with that look, John removed the stethoscope and suggested that she use the bathroom across the hall before undressing and he turned to leave.

Unbuttoning the last few buttons on her blouse, Jacquie surveyed her surroundings. The silky garment slid silently down her arms as her eyes wandered around the room. She saw a small lamp with a low watt bulb and a dark shade to keep the lighting subdued. Reaching between her breasts, she undid the clasp and slipped the lacy white lingerie from her shoulders like a shirt. Her manicured fingers reached back to unbutton her skirt and slide the zipper slowly down before wiggling her hips to aid its descent to her black heeled feet. Standing in only her panties and shoes, Jacquie inhaled deeply noticing the soft sent of musk. On a small utility table next to the flannel sheeted massage table was a potpourri bowl with the scented oil being heated by a small tea light candle. Next to it was an electric bottle warmer and in it was a plastic bottle filled with what she assumed would be the massage oil.

Realizing that John could walk in at any moment and she was still only half undressed, she quickly slid her panties down her shapely legs and slipped them off along with her shoes. Using the little stool, Jacquie climbed back up onto the table only this time, she lay down on her tummy. She knew that John was probably reading her questionnaire to give her time to get ready for him.

Inadequately covered with the small white towel, Jacquie jumped slightly as she heard the door open quickly and she peeked from her crossed arms to see John walk in.

In a soothing deep voice John said, 'Take a couple of nice deep breaths. Allow the soft scent relax you.' Soft music began as he must have turned on the CD player. 

'Trust me, Jacquie. Let me help you to relax and enjoy this experience. It is best not to talk so you can focus only on the feel of my hands as they massage away the stress and pain. Close your eyes and let your senses and my skill take you away. Are you ready?'

'Yes' Her little voice croaked out as she closed her eyes trying to do exactly what he suggested. She took deep breaths and put her hands beside her body and placed her face in the head rest.

With her eyes closed and making every effort to relax, Jacquie felt John moved to her side. Large, warm, soft hands pressed gently but firmly on the center of her smooth back. Each hand separated, as he pressed up to her neck and down to the top of the little towel covering her nakedness. Then just as firmly he slid those talented hands across her back from side to side.

Keeping her eyes closed was not a problem but remembering to breath was. Inhaling deeply to keep breathing was something she consciously had to try remember. 

The CD player sent out sounds of waves crashing on shore and seagulls squawking softly in the background that made her feel as though she were on a beach lying on the warm soft sand somewhere tropical. The calming composition hid the sounds of John picking up the warmed bottle of scented oil so it was a surprise when a steady stream of tepid liquid was drizzled on her back between her shoulder blades.

His warm hands quickly followed to evenly spread the oil across her back. Jacquie was surprised to hear a soft moan escaped from her lips as his hands pressed harder working out the kinks from her tired muscles. Kneading and rubbing her into a state of true bliss, John smiled at her little indiscretion. She could not see that smile but she sensed it. Slippery strong fingers massaged her shoulders and her neck muscles driving away any thought of embarrassment. All she had to remember to do was breath deeply and keep her eyes closed.

Jacquie's eyes popped open and her body tensed as she felt the small little white towel being lifted from her bare bottom. John used it to gently smooth away the excess oil from her back. When the air hit her ass it was all she could do to stay still. Surprise is such a laughable word for how she felt but she was more than surprised at herself that she did nothing about it but lay still waiting to see what was to happen next. Jacquie could not help noticing that when John replaced the towel to her cute bottom, he placed it more on the small of her back than her ass. 

Standing at her side, John took her small hand in his and poured some warm oil onto her tanned arm. His greasy fingers smoothed the oil all the way up to her shoulder and back down again towards her hand. He stroked up and down a few more times deeply massaging her muscles before he carefully massaged her hand. Jacquie could not believe how erotic it was to have your hand massaged. His thick fingers slid very sensuously through her smaller ones as he massaged her palm with his thumbs. The squishy wetness and the slippery sliding were making her feel stimulated. That thought surprised her. How could having your hand massaged excite her? John took each finger and tugged on it gently with one last thrust of his fingers through hers. Shocked she found that she was wondering just how thick the rest of his body was beneath that lab coat of his. 'Thank God, he can't read my thoughts!'

Just as before, John took the little towel from her bottom and rubbed it softly up her arm. He took his time and dried off each and every finger, on by one. Placing the towel back on her bum, he walked to the other side and repeated the same procedure in its entirety with her other arm, hand and fingers.

Letting the soft music whisper in her ear; the erotic scent overwhelm her; and the gentle but firm hands of John massage her to a state of oblivion, Jacquie was in heaven. She could not believe that she had waited so long to come for a massage. She didn't even have to try and remember to breathe any more and she was so relaxed that her eyelids grew heavy and stay closed all on their own. The tenseness left her body as his fingers worked their magic as they danced across her body.

John stood next to her leg and squeezed the bottle of warm oil as trickled down her thigh and calf. John's hands quickly followed the path gliding the liquid over her skin. His strong hands gripped her leg as he stroked and massaged from her knee to the cheeks of her ass; the towel was placed way to high on her lower back to be any hindrance to her bum cheeks. His hands clamped over her thigh and started to rub back and forth from between her legs to the outside; each hand rubbing in a different direction. John went to the end of the table and took her calf and rested it against his chest. His hands artfully caressed her thigh as her shin was warmed by his body.

In this position, Jacquie realized that John had an unobstructed view between her legs. The towel being so far up her back as to leave her bottom bare as well as when he began massaging her legs, he spread them a little so he could reach every part. As the air and surely John's eyes touched her most private spot, she tingled. She knew that this erotic experience was causing her to moisten slightly. She could feel the moisture flow and seep from her sex and with her preference to be clean shaven it would make her swollen labia shine. He would know what he is doing to her.

What was more arousing, his touch; him looking at her? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was near to bursting with excitement.

'Oh God, my feet' She thought. 'He is rubbing the sole of my foot with his thumbs. Ahhhhhhhhhgh.'

Just as he had with her hand, John slid a finger between each and every toe. The oil allowed his thick finger to slide its way in; filling the small space with his thickness. You would have thought her clit was connected to the space between her toes. She was more aware of her leaking slit than she was of his fat fingers now pulling on each individual toe.

As always, John took the towel from her back and wiped down her thigh to her calf and ending with her foot. He took his time as he dried every toe. She knew his eyes were not on the job at hand but he was watching the shiny moist part of her. She couldn't see him but she felt the heat of his gaze as strongly as she felt his hand on her foot. Dropping the towel on her back again, John repeated every erotic touch and deeply massaged her other leg and foot, only this time John did not replace the towel on her body at all. He tossed it aside somewhere in the room.

Standing on the side of the table, John squirted more oil onto her bottom. Jacquie felt the warm oil run down the cheeks of her ass to mingle with the wetness between her legs. Now the sheen on her hairless labia was a mixture of bottled oil and her own special oil. While thinking about how the oil will look and how it felt, John took his thumb and spread a cheek aside to dribble more in the deep cleft there. The oil puddle in the little puckered opening and the excess ran down to join the pool between her legs.

If John had begun the massage this way, Jacquie would have jumped off the table and left the room shocked but she was past the point of no return. A forklift would not get her off that table now. She didn't even know what was coming but she knew she was going nowhere until whatever it was happened. She was so relaxed now. Any possible tenseness she might have felt was keeping herself from moaning aloud. She was so close to coming she couldn't believe it. No one had touched her breasts or her clit or any part of her body that causes her to orgasm yet and she was ready to burst. Her clit was literally throbbing and she could feel her hard nipples pressing into the table.

John's hand gripped the cheek of her ass that was away from him. His fingers were massaging the fatty part of the cheek while his thumb was buried deep into her cleft. The grip he had on her cheek allowed him to open her to his gaze. His hard thumb was pressed firmly against her wrinkled aperture. He pressed harder adding pressure but he did not insert a finger. He knew the pressure alone was enough to send her over the edge. His big hand gripped the other cheek, the one closest to his own body. This time it was his thumbs kneading the fatty flesh and his tantalizing fingers teasing her. His hand gripped both cheeks spreading her wide and then closing them up tight teasing her over and over again. His eyes delighted in the sight before him but he enjoyed the knowledge that Jacquie was in a delicious sort of agony even more. Reaching for the tossed towel once more, John carefully wiped away the oil from her ass but he did not wipe away her natural oil on her lovely shiny shaven lips.

Jacquie barely heard his words when he asked her to roll over for him. Again he said, 'Roll over, please.' This time she heard him but it was as if he were speaking underwater or in a slow motion dream.

Jacquie lifted her body up and rolled to her back. Very aware that she was completely naked and totally aroused, she just didn't care, although she could not look him in the eye as he helped her. 

John noticed the lack of eye contact but he didn't need to look into her eyes to know what she wanted. The wetness between her legs and her hard nipples told him everything he needed to know.

Using her belly button as a reservoir, John poured the oil on her flat tummy. His hands slid across her tummy down to where her sparse pubic hair began to just below her breasts. He knew her nipples were aching to be touched or kissed but he made sure he did not touch them at all, not even accidentally. 

Wiping away the oil from her tummy, John oiled her thighs and shins one at a time. His hands repeated the same movements on the fronts of her legs and he had on the backs. He gently opened her legs a bit to get a firm grip on each thigh thus opening the view to her sex again. His hands massaged deeply and firmly and slid slickly up and down her thighs. His fingers lightly grazed her swollen labia and she nearly jumped from the table from the deliberate sexual shock he had every intention of making her feel.

Jacquie couldn't control herself any longer. Her hips lifted from the table silently begging him for more as soft little sighs and moans slipped from her opened mouth. But John was not ready to allow her the release that her body cried out for. He just took the towel and wiped her thighs and shins dry, carefully opening her legs so he could see the pink pussy greased and wanting.

Moving away, John took the bottle of oil and poured it on to her breasts. Jacquie didn't even try to stop the moan that came from deep inside her. John's talented hands caressed the fullness of her breasts never touching her nipples that were hardened into firm pellets. His hand slid up her neck and chest and slid gently across her shoulders. Suddenly, he stopped. Jacquie wondering what happened opened her eyes to see John standing there staring at her hard nipples. Just seeing him staring at her made them pucker up even more that she ever thought possible. 

'Please, please, don't stop now!' She silently begged.

Staring up at him, she watched as he touched one of her swollen nipples. She gasped.

'I noticed that your nipples are a little dry.' He said in his deep sexy voice. 'I have some ointment that will help.'

He took a tin of ointment out of the drawer and dipped his finger inside. Gently, John placed some cream on her nipple and rubbed it in. It felt so cool on her hot swollen nipple that when he rubbed the cream on the mate, a trickle of wetness flowed from her cunt. The cream caused the air to hit them in much the same way that your mouth feels after eating wintergreen or peppermint. Jacquie knew she was about to explode soon and there was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she wanted to stop it, which of course, she didn't.

Finally, John picked up the oil one last time and he squirted it into the small patch of dark pubic hair. John gripped her thigh gently and spread her leg, squirting her again. It was totally unnecessary as he squirted her where she was already soaking wet and there was no need for any more oil. Her clit was so swollen that the bud had long escaped its protective hood and was standing up begging for John's attention. There was only a second of hesitation before John took his oiled finger and pressed lightly on the sensitive nub. He did not caress or move it, he just touched it. Jacquie's body took flight. With a mind of its own, she flew straight up and screamed. 

"Ohhh God". She was coming, finally! 

Her tummy tightened and flexed, her cunt flowed with honey and her ass cheeks tensed. John knew it was time. His thick fingers slid deep inside her. The fleshy part of his thumb danced across her clit, and then pressed hard as she came. Jacquie screamed. Her hips bucked, her ass trembled and her head rolled from side to side as she came over and over again. And when she thought that her orgasm was ending she felt John's mouth on her juicy nether lips.

"Ohmigod", she screamed as she felt her body lift.

She was on that upward spiral again. His tongue was flicking ever so quickly on her clit before he slipped it down to slide deep inside her sucking and tasting the tangy juices that flowed freely from her body. With his hand still between her legs, he slipped one finger into her ass just as she was coming and she knew now why they call this 'la petite mort' (the little death) She was dying and deliciously so. She came and came, flooding her scented juices into his mouth and onto his hand. 

As John looked up at her, he left his hand between her legs. One finger was still deeply imbedded in her ass, one was buried in her wetness and his thumb was tantalizingly rubbing her tender clit. He lowered his head to capture her nipple and he sucked it hard; his teeth nibbling none too gently on each one in turn. Not believing it possible, Jacquie comes again flowing around his fingers and screaming out his name. 

John watched her come, enjoying the sight of her long shiny hair all askew and her body flopping around like a fish out of water. John watched as the tenseness left her body and she fell limp from her orgasm. He felt it first in her cunt; the walls stopped gripping his finger, her ass wiggled to reject his finger and he heard her sighs of discomfort when his thumb touched her now tender clit. He knew she was done.

He took his hand away and reached for the towel but just held in his hand as he looked down at her relaxed flushed body lying lifeless on the table. Jacquie slowly opened her eyes and dared to look up into his. She saw a comforting look in his eyes and a smile that took her breath away. John reached down between her legs and very gently wiped her one last time. 


The Massage



'You were very, very tense, young lady, I think you should come once a week for awhile until we can relax those muscles for you.'

Smiling sweetly at her, he told her that he would leave her now so that she could get dressed. He suggested that she stop by the desk on her way out and book her next appointment and left. 

Exhausted but feeling more wonderful than she had ever felt before, Jacquie slid to the floor trying to catch her balance on wobbly legs. She gripped the table until she felt capable of standing without support. Reaching for her clothes, she quickly got dressed. In the mirror on the back of the door, Jacquie looked herself while she ran a comb through her hair before leaving. The glow that only comes after great sex illuminated her face and she felt wonderful. Hand on the door, she looked back at the table with its crumpled sheets and secretly smiled to herself before going to the desk to book her next appointment. 

© 2004 Misty's Erotic Stories (revision)

©1998, Misty's Erotic Stories (original)



The Massage



Cindy parked her car in the client space outside the spa. She was smiling despite the horrible day she had just had. She was finally going to treat herself to a massage. She couldn't think of anything she needed worse right now.

She entered the spa and the attendant showed her to the ladies changing room where she could undress and put on one of the nice white fluffy robes that the spa provided. Cindy stripped off her clothes and stored them in the locker.

After donning the robe, she went out to the lobby and waited to be called. She sank down into the overstuffed chair and closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm, so comfortable," she thought. She felt some of the day's stress slip away. She was almost asleep when she heard someone calling her name.

"Cindy?" she heard a deep male voice ask.

"Yes," she answered, opening her eyes and looking up at the young man standing before her. "Wow, are all the masseurs this cute?" she thought to herself.

"Hi, I'm Josh," he said extending his hand. Cindy reached up to shake his hand and gasped at the electric shock that ran thru her at the touch of his hand.

"Damn, calm down girl," she told herself. "You're old enough to be his mother." "Well, maybe just his aunt," she thought, smiling to herself.

"This way, please," Josh said as he gently took her elbow and lead her toward the massage room. They entered the room, which was dimly lit, with soft smoothing music playing in the background.

"OK, I'm going to leave the room for a few minutes and I want you to take off your robe, hang it on this hook, and then lay face down on this table with your face in this opening," said Josh. "OK," smiled Cindy.

She quickly disrobed and laid face down on the table, covering herself with the sheet.

There was a knock on the door. "Ready?" asked Josh. "Yes," replied Cindy.

Josh applied warm scented oil to his hands and started rubbing her shoulders. "You're very tense," said Josh. "Yes, I know," answered Cindy. "Well, just relax and I will take care of those knots," said Josh. He massaged her shoulders for several minutes until the knots had disappeared.

Cindy found herself becoming aroused by the feel of masculine hands on her body. "Stop it," she told herself. It's just a massage.

"Is it warm enough in here?" asked Josh. "Oh yes," answered Cindy. "A little too warm," she thought to herself as she felt her face flush.

Josh took the sheet and pulled it down until it was just covering her buttocks and concentrated on her lower back. As he rubbed her lower back in a circular motion, he occasionally touched the tops of her butt cheeks. Cindy felt her pussy beginning to get wet.

"Oh God," she thought. "Why am I getting so turned on by this guy?"

"Um, could you do my legs now?" she asked. "They've been bothering me all day." They weren't bothering her, she just wanted to get him away from her ass. "Sure," said Josh.

He moved down and started rubbing the back of her legs. Mmmmmmmmm,"sighed Cindy. That was more like it. She felt her whole body relaxing.

Josh massaged her legs, moving higher and higher. As he moved up her legs, he moved his hands down and started rubbing the insides of her thighs. Cindy sighed contently. This was wonderful. Maybe she should get a massage everyday.

Suddenly Cindy felt one of his thumbs brush against her pussy lips. Her body jumped in response. "Just relax," said Josh in a soothing voice. "Easy for you to say," responded Cindy. Josh chuckled softly.

Then she felt the sheet being removed from her ass. She was now completely naked. Wait, was he supposed to do that? But before she could ask any questions, Josh started kneading her ass cheeks. "Oh God that feels good," thought Cindy. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she said aloud. 

Josh extended his thumbs and moved them to the bottoms of her cheeks. He started rubbing across and down until he had his thumbs on her pussy.

"Oh God," moaned Cindy. She should stop this. Really she should. But ………

Josh slowly rubbed his thumbs across her pussy lips feeling the moisture that had already formed there. Unconscientiously, Cindy spread her legs further apart, allowing him better access to her pussy.

Josh moved his right hand down and slowly inserted one then two fingers into her wet pussy, sawing them in and out. "Oh Jesus," groaned Cindy. She lifted her hips off of the table and pushed back at his fingers.

Josh leaned down and kissed the side of her neck sending shivers all over her. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "Noooooooooooo," said Cindy. "Good," replied Josh. "Turn over."

Cindy rolled over on the table. Josh groaned at the sight of her laying there naked. "God, I love this job," he said, grinning wickedly.

"Looks like you have something that needs rubbing too," said Cindy, eyeing the huge bulge in his pants. She reached out and unzipped his pants, pulling out his long hard cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, come here and let me suck that lovely cock," said Cindy. "Hold on," said Josh. He quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed up on the table straddling her head with his legs.

Cindy lifted her head and took his hard cock into her mouth pulling his hips down to her face. She groaned at the taste of him. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to take as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. She relaxed her throat and moved her mouth up and up until she finally had all of him in her mouth, pushing the head of his cock down her throat. She swallowed, causing her throat muscles to contract around the head of his cock.

Josh groaned loudly as he lowered his face to her steaming pussy, inhaling deeply. He extended his tongue and slowly licked down one side of her pussy and back up the other side, teasing her. Cindy bucked her hips up at him, silently asking him to eat her. Josh chuckled softly and dove his face into her pussy, circling his tongue around her swollen clit. "Arruughghgh," groaned Cindy around his cock.

Cindy removed his cock from her mouth and said "Oh yes, eat me Baby." "Eat that pussy." Josh licked that much harder causing her to buck her hips up at him.

She then moved her mouth up and slowly licked his balls, making sure to lick all around them. She then sucked each of his balls into her mouth, gently rolling them around. Now Josh was the one bucking his hips. Cindy chuckled softly, and then moved down to take his cock back into her mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down on his cock, turning her head from side to side to cause more friction.

"Oh Jesus," exclaimed Josh. "Wait," he said as he removed his cock form her mouth and got off of the table. "Get up on your hand and knees," he told her. "I want to fuck that hot pussy." Cindy quickly complied, pushing her ass up in the air. 

Josh climbed back onto the table and got behind her. "Arruughghghh," he groaned as he looked at her glorious ass with her swollen pussy lips were peeking out at him. He thrust his cock into her with one long push.

"Oh yessssssssssss," moaned Cindy. "Fuck me!!!!!!!!!"

Josh grabbed her hips and started stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. "Oh God," she moaned. She started thrusting her hips back at him, taking him in as deeply as she could. He fucked her harder and faster. They were both moaning loudly.

Josh reached down and grabbed her dangling breasts squeezing then. Arruuugghghghh," moaned Cindy. She could feel herself getting close to cumming. 

She started rotating her hips on his cock while pushing back at him. "Oh God, I'm going to cum," she said.

Suddenly Josh felt his cock being flooded with her juices. Her pussy muscles were contracting around his cock trying to milk him.

"Oh fuck," he yelled as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and sprayed his cum all over her ass. "Damn," he groaned as he finally quit shooting and leaned down to kiss Cindy.

They both collapsed onto the table breathing hard. After a few minutes, Cindy raised her head and smiling up at Josh said, "Damn, that was the best massage I've ever had."



The Massage



What a hard day it had been. She had been helping her sister move into the new apartment all day and was tired. She was on the way home when she decided to stop for a few minutes at her friend Bob's house. As she sat down and was talking about her day he brought her a nice cup of coffee as he usually does. He noticed how she kept trying to stretch and look somewhat in pain. "What's wrong, you look sore?" he asked. "Oh that stupid computer desk my sister has, weighs a ton. I hurt my back. That and all the other junk she has. I'm just sore, I'll be ok." He went over and sat on the couch and motioned for her to come over to him. "Sit here" he said pointing at the spot in front of him. "I'll give you a nice backrub."

"Oh that's okay really," she said. 

"Really, it's no problem come on." So she sat on the edge of the couch and he proceeded to work on her shoulders. After a short while she seemed to be relaxing and began feeling better. He expanded his rubbing to her whole back and neck. He would work firmly on her muscles and then gradually get gentler, using his fingernails to lightly scratch up and down her neck. Then he got bold and began running his fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. Then her ears and began touching the back of her neck so softly that he barely made contact. 

"Oohhh Bob, I'm drifting away here! This is wonderful, but I'd better get going." They had been friends for several years. This was the first time he touched her other than an occasional hug. What he was doing to her now was becoming more intimate then she had planned on, but it felt good. "Are you sure, why don't you stay just a little longer, I like giving you a rub," he said. "Thanks, you are a good friend, if you don't mind, just a little more would be nice."

"Sure thing" he said, "but lets do it right, come lay down on the bed so I can give you a good rub, it'll be ok." She thought about it for a few brief seconds. If any other guy had just asked her to go into his bedroom and lay down for a massage she would have surely said no thanks. But Bob she trusted, and she liked him, he was a good guy. So she followed him into the bedroom and laid down in the middle of the bed on her stomach. He sat next to her and resumed the rubbing. He worked on her back, her arms and her neck. He took each finger individually and massaged the knuckle. Then after he turned both hands into jello, he ever so gently touched her inner wrists. 

Lightly rubbing the area where most people have visible veins. He knew she liked what he was doing, her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were going up every time he touched something just right. He moved back to her head, rubbing each ear. Using his thumbs he massaged her forehead and stroked her eyebrows. Then ran a finger down her nose and rubbed her chin. Then thumbs again on her cheeks. Her eyebrows going up and down the whole time. Then he shifted on the bed and started working on her feet. Just like the fingers he spent time on each individual toe. Then the whole foot, especially the area between the toes. Then her ankles. Then he started her legs, it was difficult as she was wearing jeans. He knew the jeans were taking all of the feeling out of it for her, as her eyebrows stopped moving. He moved his head to hers and whispered "do you trust me?." She opened her eyes and just looked at him, not knowing what he meant. "of course" she said. "why do you ask?."

"well" he said, patting her leg, "it's the jeans, they are kind of ruining the rub." Her eyes got wider, her brain was thinking now, what to do, what to say. She thought about how much she really did trust him and this was feeling so good. She thought about the underwear she had worn this day. It was one of her favorite pairs, very soft, purple, it was just a bit on the skimpy side and it fit her a bit loosely. Now she wished she had chosen her most conservative pair. After some thought though she told herself this feels too good to end now. 

So she looked up into his eyes and reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips into the air just enough to let her slide her jeans down. Then took them the rest of the way off. She was still laying on her stomach which made her feel not quite so shy, but there was still a thrill laying there in her panties in front of her friend. He felt the thrill too, I could not help but gaze for a minute, and felt his manhood begin to harden. She kept her legs tightly together, wondering if he could see anything between them. He then started rubbing again. Long gentle strokes up and down the legs, spending time on her kneecaps and behind the knee. Eyebrows on the move again! 

We was gently nudging her legs apart just enough to be able to rub her inner thighs, he could see the crotch of her panties and how loose they fit her. He continued the rub. He moved up to her hips and decided to take a chance, he ever so gently began running his fingers over her ass, feeling her shape, her skin. She did nothing to stop him. It was all feeling so good. He was taking in all that was female about her, and getting more aroused. He gently ran his fingertips over her lower back and with each pass would slide them under her panties more and more, caressing her base ass. Then he went back to her upper legs, making extremely light strokes up and down with his finger nails. 

She had subconsciously moved her legs further apart and he had a perfect view of her panty-covered pussy. He continued the gentle strokes up and down her inner thighs, venturing farther up to her panties, stopping within an inch of her pussy. Although her eyes were closed and she was in heaven, she did notice how close he was getting to her womanhood and part of her was telling her it's time to go home now. The other part of her was getting aroused, she felt a beautiful warm feeling down there, and realized she was getting wet. He had conflicting thoughts as well. He knew if he moved up any farther he would risk losing her trust and maybe her friendship as well. 

The other part of him was longing to feel those panties, to feel the pussy lips underneath. He felt his eyes glazing over with lust, his erection was full now. He cared about this woman, really cared about her, the conflict in his mind was strong. The more he thought the more he could feel his hands shaking, he was nervous, his heart pounding. 

After a long time of stroking those inner thighs his arousal got the best of him and on one stroke up he very gently touched her panties with the side of his hand. It was so gentle he thought maybe she would not feel it. But she did, and her eyes flew open and met his. They studied each others eyes for what seemed like hours while his hand had stopped on her thigh very close to that private area. They were trying to read each others thoughts, they both knew they were on the edge of something that would change things between them forever. 

She felt his trembling hand on her thigh, she knew he was nervous. Then ever so slowly, he moved his hand again, even closer to her panties, as he slid toward her pussy he never broke eye contact, just waiting for a facial expression to indicate he should stop. Their gaze into each other's eyes was intense. Suddenly, he felt the panty material at the side of his hand again. Still looking into her eyes he applied a slight amount of pressure this time and could feel her slit through the material. Her eyes slowly went closed again as he began to rub his hand up and down along her pussy. She didn't mean to, but she let out a quite moan. As he continued to feel her through the material, he slid one finger under her panties at the leg opening. Now gently rubbing her outer lip he felt her heat. Up and down he slid the finger, moving ever so slowly closer to her slit. 

As he reached it and felt the wetness there she let out another moan, this one longer than the first. His erection now harder than he could ever remember it. He slid the finger up and down her opening, stopping to feel her clit with each stroke. Then applying slight pressure he ever so gently slid his finger into her. The moan this time was much louder and longer, her panties were pulled to the side now by his other fingers. He was enjoying the sight of her bare pussy and his finger in her. He continued to finger her as he noticed how irregular her breathing was, and how her mouth was open. Her mind was not there in the room, it was some other place. Suddenly he stopped. And her eyes flew open and looked at him as if to say "please don't stop now." 

He then grabbed the side of her panties and pulled them off of her. Then gently rolled her over onto her back. He pulled her shirt over her head and unsnapped the front hook on her bra. She was now completely exposed to him, he took a minute to enjoy her body with his eyes. He felt her breasts with trembling hands and touched her nipples with his thumbs. He then moved up on top of her, positioning his cock up against her slit. 

He stopped, looked into her eyes and whispered "I love you." Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered to him "I know, I love you too." He then slowly pushed himself into her. She reached down and caressed his balls with her gentle hand. In three gentle thrusts he was all the way in, she could feel his balls resting on the outside of her pussy. He stopped there, and reached his hand to the back of her neck and softly held it as he moved down as kissed her. They explored each other's mouths before he lifted his head up, pulled all they way out and thrust into her again. 

She rolled her eyes back as she let out the loudest moan yet. Then he began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, then more rapidly. He began pounding into her hard and within no time at all she exploded into an intense orgasm. When she did he felt the heat in her pussy and her muscles gripping his cock. A few more hard thrusts and he exploded into her, he pushed in farther than ever, held it there and emptied himself into her. They both laid there as his cock began to shrink in her. They held each other for a few minutes before he pulled out and laid next to her. There they stayed for along time, looking into each others eyes, wondering what would become of there relationship. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"I am wonderful" she said and they kissed again. They fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning he awoke to the sound of the shower. Fear suddenly set in, what had he done? Had he lost a friend? Had he found the love of his life? When she stepped out of the shower she dried off and walked over to the bed naked. She layed on top of him and kissed him. He said "when I said I loved you I meant it."

"so did I" she said, and they made love again. Over the years he had continued to give her wonderful massages almost every night. And their passion for each other never faded. She was the one, the one he had hoped to find all his life, he had finally found her. And he committed himself to making her the happiest woman in the world for the rest of her life. And the best part, they were always the best of friends.



The Massage



My wife and I have been married now for 15 years and we both felt it was time for some kind of change in our lives.

The problem was not to have it be in the form of divorce, which we both agreed on.

I am 39 years old 6 feet tall gray hair, well a mix damn it and My wife Joan is 35 110 lbs. Blond hair blue eyes and great tits, still high and perky for her age.

Joan and I had started to spice things up with the help of a column I had ran into in an adult magazine about 6 months ago.

We would explore our darker sides with the help of a game that involved cards that we had sent out for once a week or so, giving one person control over the other for certain acts like sex acts.

Things the last few weeks had gotten out of hand a bit with me having Joan parade in public practically naked in a short skirt and thong.

We had gone to a club known for such nasty acts and during her dancing with others, at my request, she was handled quite a lot by several men and was both excited and humiliated.

This raised the stakes to our little game all at once as Joan had requested that all the stops be pulled out and the next winner would take all, no limits to the perversity.

I was floored for sure and was reluctant to agree but in the end did.

The night came for the game and Joan pulled out the cards.

We were both nervous as hell not knowing what the other had in mind, if the winner.

We followed through with the game and amazingly enough I was the winner.

Joan's eyes lowered and met the table as I spoke.

After brief thought I knew I needed some time to think so I told her it would be one week from tomorrow and I would let her know not less than 3 days in advance what to expect.

That weekend I searched my mind for things to do, some to elaborate some just seemed stupid or unsafe. Finally it came to me as I read some personal ads on the net.

I would get her a massage, not just any old massage but one from a male that would have the ok to touch her in private places during the massage.

The e mails started off real well as he asked a lot of questions and appeared to be ready to give her the massage of a life time.

He had also promised to have some surprises up his sleeve as well and that got me excited even more. The week went slow and by Wednesday I laid out the plan to Joan, we would go to his place, where he would give her a massage having full control of her, no holes barred you might say.

Joan's eyes lit up then a look of fear passed over her face as she asked a few questions then agreed reluctantly.

I could tell she was excited sexually by the way she acted, but wanted not to let me know as if ashamed of her being turned on by another man touching her.

The night came and I had her dress as he had requested, thong panty, matching bra lingerie style, high heals and with a large over coat over her for the trip.

We arrived at his apartment around 8 pm and he greeted us at the door with a handsome smile.

He was more athletic than the pictures had led me to believe and I could see the nervousness and excitement in Joan's eyes as she carefully studied him as she stood before him.

He introduced himself as Keith and shook both our hands, kissing Joan's.

He led us to another room where to both myself and Joan's surprise was another young handsome male dressed very much in the same attire.

Keith introduced him as Bob and explained Bob and he had attended massage (LMT) school together and on special occasions would work together to combine their skills.

Joan looked nervously at me as my mind swam in the possibilities of the situation and as if coming from someone else in the room I looked at Joan and said, "do as they say, She is yours".

The look on Joan's face was one of a woman being sent to death by her husband in disbelief as the men ushered her over to a padded table in the center of the room.

Keith asked she give him her coat and Joan looking at me while removing it and handed him the jacket. Joan stood practically naked in front of the two men as they both surveyed her beautiful body, both circling around her. 

Keith asked that Joan climb onto the table as Bob left the room returning with a mixed drink for me as I watched.

Keith positioned my wife on the table face down with her arms stretched out strait above her head. I could see her breasts bulging out to the side as her weight pressed down on them forcing them almost out of the skimpy bra.

Keith and Bob both took one side of the table and began to place warm oil on her back and ass.

Keith unbuckled Joan's bra and laid the straps out to the side and began on her upper back, while Bob worked the oil into her pert ass cheeks with both hands.

Both men worked on her this way for 10 or 15 minutes then asked she turn onto her back.

Joan struggled only slightly to keep her top with her as she rolled only to have it fall to the ground as her eyes met mine.

Both men stared at the beautiful young breasts lying on her chest as her nipples grew even as they watched. Both men again started on her front very much in the same fashion as before, Keith reminding her again to keep her hands above her head as they worked together on her front side.

Keith now was rubbing her breasts side to side and around and around as Bob worked first one leg and then the other. I could see the thong had all but disappeared up inside her cleft as Bob worked high on her thighs, her legs still close together.

Joan's eyes were in a glossy stair at the ceiling as her mouth opened into an O shape as I glanced over her body to see what had caused the reaction.

My eyes caught a number of things happening at once as I looked on, Keith was now roughly pinching her nipples as Bob worked the fingers of one hand under her thong massaging her pussy lips and the other from underneath massaging her ass hole.

My attention was drawn back to her face as she said, OH GOD, OHHHHHH, FUCK to my surprise as her hips began to rock and she spread her legs instinctively apart. 

All at once both Bob and Keith stopped and asked she turn again to her front. With a dazed look on my wife's face she turned again to lay on her front as Bob pulled down her panties and off her ankles. Once on her front Keith told us he had as requested a surprise for both of us, then asked Bob to get the fun stuff as he instructed Joan to keep her head on the table but spring her knees up and out to the side.

As Keith helped her into position Bob returned with a box and sat it down under the massage table.

Keith now reached into the box and pulled out two large silver eggs with a wire coming from both as Bob now placed a blindfold over Joan's eyes and whispered something in her ear.

Keith took another clear bottle out of the warm water that housed the massage oil and began to coat the two silver eggs heavily.

Again Bob whispered in her ear as Keith massaged her pussy with one hand while bringing the first egg into position at the entrance of her vagina.

With one slow push it disappeared up inside her as she yelped out of surprise, then Keith did the same with the next, this time getting a more verbal response from my wife.

Now Keith pulled out a control box hooked to the wires and an audible hum could be heard.

Joan's mouth fell wide open and began to mumble swear words like a sailor as Keith laid down the box and retrieved another toy from the box, this time a white 8 inch vibrator.

Again he earnestly lubed the vibrator with clear liquid and then began to push it ever so slowly up into my wife's virgin ass. I was hoping they had understanding neighbors as Joan screamed out, NO NOT MY ASSS, please it's to big, OH MY CLIT, OH GOD YESSSS.

I could see that Bob was giving her some help from underneath by rubbing her clit with his fingers as Keith now pushed the Vibrator home in her ass then switched it on as Bob released her clit.

What happened next blew me away as the men having her on the brink of an earth shattering orgasm started to talk to her from both sides asking if she wanted to come for them and if she was willing to do any thing they asked.

My wife shouted, YES YES, GOD YES, FUCK I NEED TO CUMMMMM.

Both men now removed their clothing and each placed one of her hands on their large cocks and continued to taunt her, petting her hair, pinching her nipples and slapping her oil covered ass, as she stroked their cocks as they requested.

Bob now drew away from her hand and retook his position next to the table near her waist and knelt down lowering first one end and then the other of the table.

Now Keith straddled the head of the table while cupping her chin as he brought his cock to her lips, when he made contact Joan quickly said my name then, OH GOD and opened her mouth wide for his prick to enter. 

They worked together as Keith would tell her to take it deeper as Bob would reinforce every order with pressure on the 8 inch vibrator in her ass.

I watched in amazement as my wife was becoming a trained sex slave for these men right in front of me. Her ass cheeks and stretched ass hole grew red from Bob's spanking and twisting of the vibrator as Keith blew his sperm deep inside her mouth as he ordered her to swallow looking at Bob for some reinforcement as Bob turned all three devises to full.

Joan choked, coughed and screamed around the cock as she gyrated her hips wildly experiencing the largest orgasm of her life as Bob again slapped her ass hard first one side then the other.

The men traded places and with Keith's skilled hands at the controls and Joan's clit Joan was taking another load in her throat and coming again, this time pulling bob even closer to her face with her hands on his ass.

Keith looked my way as Joan panted on the table recovering from two orgasms and winked as they exited the room with the toys still humming away in my wife's belly and ass. I didn't need to be told twice as I walked to her and pushed my cock into her mouth almost immediately shooting my wad in her throat, then just for drill I pushed on the dildo in her ass feeling her then swallowing around my cock.

Keith came back into the room and withdrew the balls from her pussy and vibrator from her ass.

Strangely enough he pushed some more clear liquid in her ass hole immediately after pulling the dildo free. I would soon learn why as Keith pulled her up from the table on shaky knees attaching cuffs to her hands and placing them locked behind her back.

Then as Bob walked back into the room Keith forced her to her knees and one at a time they instructed her to get them hard again.

Joan was whimpering around their cocks, perhaps able to see what was coming better than I.

Keith now backed away lifting her to her feet and as if rehearsed all three walked out of the room and into another room with a large bed.

I could not go in as the guilt of what was about to happen was overwhelming and I knew things were about to go much further than what I had intended them to.

Keith was on his back on the bed and Joan was on top of him, still blindfolded and hands behind her back as the two men positioned her over Keith's large cock.

Joan was saying my name as she was being forced down on to the large cock.

With one swift movement of Keith's hips Joan grunted as the hard member hit bottom inside her. Now Keith bit at her nipples as Bob played with her ass from behind getting much response from Joan as she grunted and cried out for them to stop. Then as urgently as she had protested she began to beg to be fucked as Keith started to push his cock in and out of her at a frantic pace, holding onto her arms behind as leverage as her tits slapped forward and back at his face.

I started to walk away thinking I could take no more when all at once Joan was going ballistic in the other room, screaming, OHHHH, GODDDDD, FUCK, NO MY ASSSSSS, FUCK ME YOU FUCKERS, FU

As I rounded the corner I could see in the mirror Bob had mounted her from behind in her ass and both men were pounding into her as if they wanted to kill her.

Joan's mouth was covered by Bob's hand as he slammed into her ass with abandon as Keith bit at her swinging tit flesh reaching around with his hands holding her wrists.

The blindfold had fallen off and my wife's eyes were as big as saucers staring off into outerspace as if confronted by the devil himself.

Al l at once all the muscles in Joan's body became flexed like a stallion and her breasts became more hard and attached to her chest as noises like I have never heard came from her pussy and the slapping noise between the three bodies changed to a wet smacking sound.

It was obvious she had let lose of loads of fluids as well as one or both the men had come as well. The men crawled away from her as she lay all but passed out on the bed.

Keith motioned me to come in and rolled my lifeless wife onto her back.

Then both Bob and Keith pulled each one of Joan's legs up and out to the side doubling her up with an audible grunt and whine from her throat.

As they pulled her legs against her chest cum ran from her red and swollen pussy and ass, it was amazing and a turn on indeed.

I took my pants off and mounted her for the ride of my life as her swollen muscles contracted around my cock, massaging it all on their own as the men held her legs and talked dirty to her.

Keith covered her mouth with his while holding her hair and French kissed her as I felt Bob's finger in her ass moving about next to my prick. Joan began to move beneath me and moan into Keith's mouth as I shot my load deep inside her.

It was late and Joan was laying silent on the bed as Keith offered us to stay the night so we could drive back in the morning. I agreed looking at Joan and covered her with the blankets after removing the cuffs from her wrists.

Joan was out like a light as us men went into the other room to have a few drinks.

There was a noise from the entry as a young woman entered that Keith introduced as Jill, an exotic dancer that roomed with him. Jill's added company lit the conversation up again and the liquor began to flow freely between the three of us. 

I must have passed out on the couch at some point only to be waked by the sound of loud moans coming from the other room.

I stumbled up and out of the living room to see what the commotion was all about searching the rooms of the apartment in a foggy daze.

I came to the door with the sound coming from it and slowly opened it. Gasping I took in the spectacle in front of me.

My wife was on her back with each leg tied high and out to the head board above her head with her hands pinned underneath her back.

A gag was in her mouth, her nostrils flaring and eyes wide and staring down at the woman Jill between her legs as Bob and Keith sat on each side of her massaging her open thighs with oil.

Jill obstructed my view of what was happening as she laying with her face close to Joan's open crotch as she moved her right elbow slowly as the men watched on.

I slowly rounded the bed only to see Jill's right arm buried in Joan's pussy almost up to her elbow as she worked three fingers to the knuckles in my wife's ass.

A continues moan and whine like an animal was coming from Joan as Keith emptied more of the clear lubricant around Jill's wrist and then her fingers working her ass.

Jill then without removing the other three pulled back just a bit and inserted her pinky while making a cone with her thumb while Keith again added more lube.

Keith and Bob now each placed one hand under my wife's ass and slowly lifted her off the bed while at the same time with their free hand helped spread her ass for Jill's final push.

Joan's eyes rolled in her head as Jill's knuckles passed by her spinster then exhaled as her ass closed around her small wrist.

The men now removed their hands from her ass and beneath her cheeks and each took a full hand full of massage oil and began to work around the stretched openings of my wife's ass and pussy, then back to her leg muscles, alternating between the two areas.

Joan began to rock her hips slowly as Jill lightly touched her clit with the end of her tongue.

All at once Jill took Joan's whole clit into her mouth and sucked with abandon while lifting her up off of the bed using her pussy and ass as leverage while slowly moving her right arm in and out of Joan's pussy in long strokes while shaking the one in her ass.

Joan went ballistic in an orgasm that lasted what seemed like forever as it peaked then would start to fall the two men would pull hard on her nipples, up then out then down. when she started to come down again the two men would roughly massage around her tight stretched holes, then again Jill would bite down on her clit to bring her up again as drool ran down the sides of her cheeks from around the gag.

The trio worked on her like this until Joan passed out and hung lifeless on Jill two arms.

Jill carefully removed both her fists and Joan was untied.

Jill asked that us men leave and her and Joan would sleep in the same bed.

My mind was full of visions of the evening as I drifted off to sleep on the couch.

I woke once to go to the bathroom and check on Joan, and as I passed the room I could her muffled talking. I peeked in only to see Jill holding onto the headboard with one hand while straddling Joan's face as the other hand was busy holding a clump of Joan's hair pulling her head up into position.

Joan was whining and moaning as she ate at the pussy feverishly as Jill spoke in a stern quiet voice.

"that's it, lick out the bottom now, that's right stick your tongue all the way in, now back to the clit"

Jill brought her hand down from the headboard to Joan's pubic area and moved something about getting cries from my wife around the pussy in her mouth.

"Don't make me turn this on again" as suddenly my wife's leg muscles came to life as she raised her ass a good 6 inches up off the bed, whimpered in a horse voice, "NO Mistressssssss, NO NO PLEASE NOOOOOooo". I don't know what Jill was doing to her but I could hear momentarily a hum then the rattling of several or more things clanking together in rhythm with my wife's shaking hips. 

My wife slept for 2 days after that adventure with Keith, Bob and Jill and our sex life is forever changed. Joan goes out a lot with Jill and sometimes comes home late morning the next day, but says she is very happy and has found herself.

As for me I like to watch her with others and realize now I always did but just didn't know it.



The Massage



It was the first of May. The sun was beginning to heat the land up with its promised warmth. The weather was becoming quite enjoyable. I had a date with Jade at 6:00. She was coming over for dinner. I was so excited at the idea of seeing her. I had cooked a rather fancy dinner for just the two of us I guess you could say. But nothing was too much for her. My little lithe beauty. The doorbell rang just as I was taking the rolls out of the oven. She was right on time. I opened the door to see her dressed in snow white from head to toe. 

She was so breathtaking I nearly lost my balance. We greeted each other with hugs and small talk and proceeded with dinner. She was delightful company. I stole glances as best I could of her shapely legs. I remembered the muscular way she has held me when we had wrestled before and I couldn't wait to have her touch me again. Dinner was over with before I could even blink it seemed. Jade stood and fished a slip of paper out of her pocket and handed it to me. I burst out laughing when I realized what it was. Earlier, I had written Jade a personal coupon for a full body massage. I had wrote in it that she would need to bring the coupon in order to redeem her relaxing evening. She had printed it out! I could hardly believe my luck. Laughingly, I told her to remove her shirt and go lay on the bed. I tried to calm my shaking hands as I walked to the bedroom. There before me was an angel in my mind. She was stretched out on her stomach with no shirt on. Her shoulders were moving with each breath she took. Her feet were just the cutest I had ever seen. 

So, I walked to the CD player and selected a slow jazz CD to start the evening off. I playfully asked her if she was ready to be entertained. She laughed coyly and said she was always ready for me to entertain her. I climbed on top of her back and settled myself. My hands touched her back for the first time and the electricity flew throughout my body. Her skin was velvety. The texture seemed to melt between my fingers. Slowly I spread my hands out and watched her skin become alive underneath me. Wordlessly I caressed her tired skin. Nothing needed to be said with us. We were on new ground and we were just letting nature take its course. My hands went to her temples and I pressed in softly to try and relieve her stress. The tips of my fingers massaged gently, kneading her temples. I moved my hands downward to her shoulder blades and began to squeeze gently. The swirl of emotions inside me were exhilarating. She moved almost imperceptibly beneath me and I wiggled my body lower to gain access to her back. My strong hands spread out and her white flesh was almost covered by my fingers. My hands are big and her back was small so it was a nice fit. 

My thumbs began pressing in ever so gently working her kinks out. I leaned up to whisper softly in her ear. I asked was she feeling any better so far. Her mouth whispered a soft yes and a plea for me to continue. I leaned my face down to let her feel my breath on her skin as I pretended to observe her aching muscles. Her skin came alive with goosebumps at the caress of my breath. My fingertips began working downward as my body shifted down more. My hips straddled her legs now and my eyes were roaming over her flesh. She was exquisite. I allowed the palms of my hands to slide down the sides of her torso as I glided them down to her lower back. The jazz was playing softly, a soothing number for sensual massages. My lips turned up in a smile when I heard her murmur a soft "Oh..." as my palms reached their destination. The firmness in her lower back signaled a little more pressure was needed from the hands. I cupped her waist, which fit nicely in my hands, and began to use my thumbs to relieve her stress. The temperature in the room was rising quickly and I couldn't wait to feel those strong legs beneath my caress. Her muscles slowly gave in to my demand. 

I lovingly began to slide my body down lower to work on those legs. Her muscles were clenched tightly. I could see that from the way her cute little toes were curled up. Apparently my touch was having the same effect on her as her body was having on me. Smiling a half smile, I allowed my hands to take one of her legs and gently touch it before I began massaging it. I started at the bottom of her foot, and worked my way upwards. Her little toes began loosening under my touch. She had women's feet. The kind that looked sexy in sandals. I used my thumbs to trigger her pressure points. I knew that this caused blood flow. I wanted her blood to flow directly to her little bud of pleasure while I was massaging her. The music switched to a soft hip swaying number and my hands began to work on her calves. They were firm and smooth like I just knew they were. 

The years of being athletic had marked her for my approval. I kneaded the muscles and flesh and looked up to see her head turned to the side. Her eyes were closed and she was completely concentrating on my touch. My hands slid seductively up to her upper thigh. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath and I knew I was about to go in for the fight of my life. I was trying so hard to control my desires but her whimpering was turning me on. I was soaking wet. Slowly and purposefully I began working just above her knee. Gradually I worked my way upwards. My fingertips reached higher and higher until I was just beneath her mound. My heart was beating quickly as I began to massage the area where flesh meets panties. My heart was pounding and my fingertips had slowed. Slowly, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to bring her skin alive with everything I could muster. Teasingly I switched sides accidentally brushing my hand across her mound. Her gasp let me know that I had done the right thing. My fingertips began working on her other leg, all the while my eyes were focused on her panties. 

They were white and had a small wet spot on them. I knew the time had come. I leaned forward and softly whispered in her ear..."roll over" my lips said as they brushed her ear. I was now straddling her stomach and leaned forward to caress her temples once more. My breasts were right in her face and I could feel her heated gaze upon me. Tenderly, I moved my hands across her face. I caressed her cheekbones, her chin, and rested my fingers on the sides of her neck. I looked down to see her eyes locking on mine. Time stood still as I watched her mouth open and her tongue reached out to perfectly lip her lips. That was all it took. Like lightning, my lips were on hers. Her arms went around my neck and her mouth opened slightly. This was all the urging I needed. Almost imperceptibly my tongue snaked across her lips, gently touching the front of her teeth. She opened her mouth wider and shook her head yes as my tongue darted inside her. I began to explore every inch of her. 

She tasted sweet and tangy. Like a strawberry jolly rancher. Her arms tightened around my neck as the kiss slowed. My tongue was licking the underside of hers and she began lifting it up against the roof of her mouth loving the contact. My right hand cupped her neck and my thumb caressed her chin as I slowly began to fuck her mouth with my tongue. Daringly, my tongue dove in and pulled back only to repeat this movement. 

Suddenly, realization dawned on her and I felt her create a suction on my tongue. She began to suck it softly as I thrust it in and out of her mouth. Electric shocks went straight to my already soaking pussy. My knees were unsteady as I realized she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I pulled back just a tad and bit her lower lip softly. I heard her whimper and ask me not to stop. I began nibbling on her lip, softly biting here and there. My lips began to move slowly downward kissing her throat with much care, The birthmark on her throat was begging me to lick it. So I did. My mouth moved teasingly over to the side and I bit gently on the nape of her neck. She cried out my name and I bit harder. Just enough pressure to let her know I wanted her. I pulled my teeth back and sucked gently. I wanted to mark her. To show that she was mine. So gently I sucked until I saw a cute little mark forming on her neck. 

atisfied, I pulled back and looked into her eyes. I grinned and she smiled softly. I reached out and kissed the tip of her nose and leaned down to whisper, "So, how bout you massage me?" 



The Massage



We have arranged to meet at the parking lot so that we can be discreet. I have no sooner arrived than you pull up beside me. We exchange smiles as I walk to your car and open your door. I take your hand as you step up out of your car and then I take you in my arms.

I greet you with "Hello Beautiful", and then our lips meet as we have finally arrived at the next meeting that we have so longed for.

I feel the electricity flow through my body with the exhilaration of holding my lover and kissing her soft sweet lips. As we finish our kiss we smile at each other and gaze into each others eyes, each of us seeing the fire that is starting to burn brighter. I take your hand and we walk to my car. I open the door for you and you start to sit down, but stop seeing the single long stem rose on the seat. You reach down and bring the rose up and take a deep breath of its fragrance.

You turn to me and start to say, "Thank you", but I cannot resist myself and I take you in my arms again and I ever so softly kiss your lips and hold you close to me. I feel the passion within in me rise as if I am engulfed in a fire that only you can bring to me. As we finish the kiss I open my eyes and see you savoring the moment, your eyes are closed and your face is totally relaxed as a smile creeps onto your lip as you exhale you moan with satisfaction at the incredible feeling a light kiss can bring. You sit down in the seat and swing your legs into the car and I shut the door, move around the car, get in and we are off.

We drive to a quaint little Italian restaurant to have an early lunch. The shades are down and the lights are low to give it that evening feel. We sit at a table for two off in the corner where we can be alone. As we sit there I cannot help myself but stare at you. You are so beautiful, your face is radiant and I can see the flicker of the candle light in your eyes. You smile at me, seeing how my eyes are focused on you and a smile slowly appears on my lips as I take a deep breath to drink in the vision that is before my eyes.

The moment is broken as the waiter puts down menus and asks what we would like to drink. We tell him and then look at the menu to see what we would like. He is back with our drinks and then we order a light lunch. You hand him your menu and then lay your hand down on the table. I hand my menu to him and turn to look at you again.

I move my hand near yours and my finger tips ever so softly brush your skin. It is amazing how such a soft touch can send a flood of pleasure through your body. I see your body contract and the hair stand up on your arm to the pleasure of the tickle. Your lips part slightly and I hear you say, "Ah" and then you let out a little giggle. 

I feel your foot brush against my leg and love the way you gently slide it up and down my calf. I put my other hand on the table palm up inviting you to give my your other hand. You do and I take both of your hands in mine. 

I say to you, "I have dreamed about this meeting since our last one".

You smile and reply, "I know, I thought this day would never get here"!

I lay your hands palm up on the table and gently stroke both of them with my fingertips, starting at your wrist and ending at your fingertips. The feeling is taking your body and mind so much that I see your eyes close and you do even realize that you are moving your head to the left and making a slow circle down. At the bottom your lips part and a breath of air escapes in a weak, "Ooh". As your head gets back up to level you giggle again and pull your hands away from the tickle.

You say, "Stop it or I will have to jump you right here at the table!"

I smile a devilish smile back at you and reply, "Is that a threat or a promise!"

That question will have to be answered later as the waiter sets our food down on the table. I move the items out of the center of the table and lay my left hand down in the center. You put your left hand in mine and we hold and rub hands while we eat lunch and talk about what is going on in the world and or lives. 

As lunch is wrapping up and the waiter is collecting the money you ask me what we are going to do next. I inform you that I have a very special surprise in store for you, but you will have to wait and see what it is. We leave the restaurant and walk to my car; I open the door for you and then let myself in on the other side. As I sit down I feel your hand on my knee and you thank me for lunch. 

I say your welcome by turning to face you and softly kissing your lips again. We softly kiss several times before they start to increase in passion and pressure. As we kiss my hand finds yours and our fingers intertwine, I break away from our kiss and move our hands closer and I kiss the tips of your fingers.

I feel you rub the tip of your nose across my cheek and along my ear and then you softly kiss my earlobe. My head turns and my lips meet with yours again and we kiss with more passion and fire welling up within our beings. We break our kiss and look into each other's eyes and decide we better leave before we give anybody who might be watching a show they won't forget.

We drive for a little bit before pulling into the parking lot of a little motel. You glance at me with a part quizzical part apprehensive look starting to ask me why we are here. I turn and tell you to trust me a little bit and wink at you. You sit back not knowing whether to go through with my surprise or call it off. By now I have parked and have your door open and my hand extended to you. You look at me still not sure of what is happening, but you give me your hand and I lead you to a door to a room.

I open the door and you step in to find that I have my massage table set up in the center of the room, with oil lamps burning to light the room. There is a dozen roses sitting on the desk in a vase and there are rose petals on the floor and the air is softly scented with their smell. You turn to ask me something, but stop because I am standing by you holding out a big fluffy bathrobe.

"Go take a nice hot shower while I get everything set to give you a massage", I say and then smile and wink at you. You are not sure but walk to the bathroom anyway.

You close the door to the bathroom and see that I have sprinkled rose petals in here also. There is a basket sitting on the counter with a big bow on it. In the basket are a poof and a bottle of glycerin body wash, you start to smile. I hear the water turn on in the shower and smile to myself with relief that you are going to let me give you a massage.

The hot water feels good and relaxing running over your body, you open the bottle of body-wash and squeeze some onto the poof. As you lather the body wash the sweet smell of roses comes to your senses, and you take a deep breath. You think to yourself that you hope the massage is as good as this. You rinse and turn the water off.

Opening the shower curtain to get the towel and see writing on the mirror. It says "Thank you for trusting me!" You look at the door, you did not hear me come into the bathroom, you see the door is locked. You smile knowing that I had put that on the mirror before, knowing that if I got you this far you were going to let me massage you.

You dry off and slip on the big thick bathrobe; it feels wonderful against your body, like a big walk around hug. You hesitate before opening the door, but as you open it you see me standing there with a towel draped over my arm and a smile on my face. You smile back and take my hand that is extended to you.

We walk over to the massage table and then I move to stand behind you. You stop not knowing what to do next when you here me say, "Undo your robe and I will take it, lay face down on the table." You slowly undo the ties on the robe and you feel me take it off your shoulders. The robe falls down your arms exposing your nude body to the air, which you now realize, is very comfortable.

I take the robe and lay it on the bed while you lay face down on the table. I move your arms to lie by your side and then take a second to look at your body, God you look fantastic from behind! I move to where I am standing up by your head. I take the bottle of hot baby oil and put a generous amount into my cupped hand. I put the bottle back into the hot water and put both of my hands together over the middle of your back.

I see your body relax and hear you exhale at the feeling of me spreading the hot oil onto your back and buttocks. It feels like I covered you with a blanket that just came out of the dryer and you feel like you could go to sleep right there. I know that and I am not about to let you sleep through the wonderful feelings that you are going to experience.

Your senses are awakened as you feel me start with a light; feathery stroke on your back and buttocks, my finger tips just brushing along your skin and it sends a tingle through your body. 

With your head looking to your left. I place the heal of my hand mid way between your shoulder and your neck on each side. My fingers pointing at your feet and my thumbs are just to either side of your spine, but not touching it. I apply pressure to my hands and then slide them down your back, until I get just to the top of your buttocks. I slide my thumbs next to my hands and then curve my fingers out toward your side and slide my hands back toward your head with less pressure.

When my hands reach the base of your head I massage the backside of your neck with the fingers of my right hand. I do this twice more and then do a light, feathery stroke on your back before turning your head to the right.

As I turn your head to the right and proceed to do the same strokes three times your mind is moving toward entering the zone. The zone where time, troubles and pressures of life do not exist. The zone where your mind is totally and completely focused on the flood of feeling and pleasures that are coming from my touch.

As I finish those strokes on your back I once again I do a light, feathery stroke on your back. You are really starting to enjoy the feeling of my fingertips brushing your skin, it feels so relaxing but it energizes your senses! 

I now place my palms on your shoulder blades, my fingers pointing toward your spine, but not touching it. I slide my hands down the length of your back, pressing into the furrows on either side of your spine. Then I knead your buttocks as if I was kneading dough. A new feeling floods your body as I massage a new area and you like the way it feels. As for me, man I love having your butt in my hands!

I then bring my hands up your side, then onto your shoulders where your arm starts. Then I slide my fingers around the outside of your shoulders and slide my hands toward your neck. I knead the muscles at the base of your neck, and then repeat this several times. I then move my hands and I rub the small of your back with virtually no pressure.

I put the heel of my hand in the center of your buttocks and push, and while pushing I then rotate the heel of my hand in a circle, first one way, then the other. Mmm, it feels so good for me to massage your butt, and Mmm, it looks so good in my hands. I again do a light, feathery stroke over your back and butt. The tingle is becoming a little more intense each time I do it and it is becoming more centered in your body.

I place one hand under your shoulder, and place my other hand atop of your shoulder; and begin to rotate your shoulder gently three times. Then I repeat this on your other shoulder. Then I move to your side, and place hands on your back just beneath your shoulder blades, my fingers pointing toward your head.

I slide my hands forward and curl my fingers over the ridge of your shoulder, pressing the heel of my hand up, folding your flesh between my fingertips and heel. Oh, that feels good, there is nothing like having your shoulders rubbed? You feel the tingle intensify more as I once again do light feathery strokes from your head down to your buttocks and tingle is really becoming pronounced in your hips.

I have your hand-laying palm up; I take the bottle of hot baby oil and pour it in my hand and then spread it first on one arm and then the other. Here comes that tingle again as I do light feathery strokes on your arm and back. I put my hand closest to you on top of your hand, and use my other hand to press while sliding it up your arm. I move to your other side and do the same thing to your other arm.

I take the bottle of hot oil and lightly rub it on your left leg, then on your right leg. Now the tingle almost makes you wince in pleasure as I once again start with a light, feathery stroke on your legs.

I am now standing at your feet; I place my hands in a V shape and slide my hands up your leg to drain it of blood, bringing my hands back down on the side of your leg. I now place my hand just below your buttocks and do hand over hand pulling on your upper leg. I bend your leg at the knee so that your lower leg is perpendicular to your upper leg. I over lay my hands at the back of your knee and slide my hands up the back of your legs; I bring my hands back down the side of your leg.

Now I stroke the top of your foot with the flat of my hand from your toes to your ankle. I hear you moan ever so slightly at the intense feeling of having your foot massaged. I stroke the bottom of your foot with the heel of my hand. Then I grasp your ankle from underneath and hold your foot with my other hand. I rotate your foot three times in each direction. Then I knead the top of your foot.

Then I take your foot in both of my hands, thumbs along the center of your foot. I press inward and up with my fingertips, then I rotate my hands while still holding the same position. I finish off by stroking, rotating and pulling your toes one by one. I work your big toe longer than I do the others and oh does that feel good! I end the toe massage by grasping all your toes and flexing them up and down four or five times.

I gently lay your leg back down and move my hands to your other leg. I perform the same set of massage techniques on this leg and your body enjoys the feelings from this side just the same as your other leg. I finish off with a light, feathery stroke over the entire length of your body.

Oh my, that feels so good, your body is totally relaxed. Your mind is completely idle, thinking of nothing, but very intent to process every touch, feeling, wave of pleasure that your body feels with my touch. With out dwelling on it you are no becoming aware that the tingle is settling in your pubic area and your temperature is rising.

I am now done with massaging the backside of your body. I wonder how you will react when I ask you to turn over so that I can massage the other side. Will you resist, will you hesitate or will you trust me. I gently touch your leg and say, "Sweetheart, turn over so that I can do the other side."

You don't waste a second; you move and turn over with excitement and expectation of your body experiencing the waves of pleasure of having me massage you some more. I am still standing at your feet and I stop and I drink in the vision of the beautiful picture that is in front of me. I take a deep breath and my eyes close slightly at the sight of you. There you are, lying on the table completely nude. Oh God, is there a more beautiful creature anywhere on this earth, no I don't think so.

I marvel at your body, how could anyone not believe in God after observing his most magnificent creation, You! My eyes scan up your sexy legs, to your awesome thighs and your neatly trimmed pubic hair surrounding your most treasured possession. Your cute navel set in the middle of your lovely torso that is topped off with your majestic breast.

Your nipples are hard, partly from the tingle that I send through your body with my fingertips and partly from the slight chill of exposing them to the open air. Your face is radiant as you lay there in all your glory, fully relaxed, waiting for me to massage you some more.

I get a little quirky smile on my face, I can't wait to get my hands on your body some more, and I can think of no better way. I grab the bottle of hot oil from the warmer and squirt it into my hand. I first put the oil on one leg, then the other.

I smile as I feel the tickle of your pubic hair brushing my fingertips as my hand moves by. I squirt more into my hand and gently put it on your stomach and lower chest, my hands just touching the bottom or your breast. I put more on one arm then the other, and then I pause.

This is the second best part of the massage, the best part is coming up in a bit, I put more hot oil in my hands and then I put it on your upper chest. I first go around your breast and then over the first and then the second. Mmm, I love touching you; I am a lucky man that I get to be with such a beautiful woman.

I stop because I do not want you to think I had you turn over just so I could feel you up, I have work to do here, work with a really big smile on my face! You don't move but your skin jumps and the tingle drives deeper into your hips as I start you off with light feathery strokes from your head down to your toes. Your nipples get very hard with this excitement and I know that you are truly enjoying this massage.

I move back down by your feet. I place my hands just above your left ankle. My hands are side by side, palms down. I slide them up to the top of your thigh, then bring my hands down the side of your leg to the ankle.

Then I encircle your kneecap with my hands just under the edge of your kneecap. I twine my fingers together in back of your kneecap and slowly circle the kneecap with my thumbs of both hands. I then stroke your knee, encircling my hands around it and just below your kneecap, working my hands in a circular fashion.

I lift your leg and then place my free arm underneath your leg, reaching towards your buttocks. At the lower border of your buttocks I grip your flesh and move my hand towards me, down your leg, away from your heart. I then place your leg at a forty-five degree angel and massage your calf muscle. I work up your leg from the bottom to your knee, then back down again. I do the same with your other leg and then I finish with light, feathery strokes. As I do this I see your nipples get hard again and feel your leg tense ever so slightly as the tingle is concentrating more and more at your vagina.

I move to stand on your side, I grasp your ankle and flex your leg toward your chest. Then rotate my forearm on your calf muscle, and then your thigh muscle. Still holding your ankle, I flex your leg at the knee toward your magnificent chest, flexing it only to the point of resistance. I then kneed your thigh muscles. I once again do light, feathery strokes the entire length of your body, making sure my fingertip touch your hard nipples, the tingle down below is now turning to heat as the excitement mounts.

Holding your foot in my hand, I make a fist and roll it in the sole of your foot, in small circles. Then I grip your foot in my hands with my thumbs centered in the sole of your foot; I move them in small circles. I do the same on the top of your foot. Then run my fingers down the tendons from your ankle to each toe, and then I pinch gently the valley between each toe. Then finish off by squeezing your foot, holding it with both hands, my fingertips together and centered in the sole of your foot. I do this for the entire length of your foot. I again do light, feathery strokes on that leg and foot, then I repeat the same for your other foot.

Moving up your side, I have your arm laying palm down, I grip your wrist with both hands, my thumbs together. My hands encircle your wrist. I slide both hands up your arm, pressing firmly. I then rest your arm on the elbow so that your forearm is perpendicular to your upper arm. I make a fist and lightly roll it in the crook of your arm, using very little pressure.




The Massage



Then I lift your arm and press it against my side, then begin kneading your arm from the top to your wrist. Supporting your arm with one hand, I massage your elbow with the fingertips of my other hand. I take your hand as in a handshake, taking much care not to put pressure on my wrist.

With my other arm, I grasp your upper arm and then pull down. Holding your arm at the wrist I rotate your arm in both directions, slowly. Then I lay your arm back down, palm up. Holding your hand in mine, I make a fist and roll it in the center of your palm, in small circles. Then I grip your hand in my hand with my thumbs centered in your palm. I work your palm with my thumbs in small circles, while my fingertips massage the other side of your hand.

I turn your hand over and use my thumbs to work the topside of your hand. I work in slow circles using the broad part of my thumb. I end your hand massage by running my fingers from your wrist, across you palm and between your fingers, working the fold of flesh slowly and lightly.

Holding your hand in mine, I encircle your thumb with my hand, then I twist gently as I move from bottom to top. Then I grasp your fingers, one at a time, and fingertip them from your knuckle to the nail, lightly. I rotate each finger, first one direction, then the other. I do the light feathery touches on that arm before doing the same massage and feathery touch to your other arm.

Staying on your side at the top of your chest I place my hands with my fingers meeting in the center. I slide my hands toward your feet, lighting up when reaching your stomach area. Then I cross my hands and bring them up the side of your body with my fingers pointing down. Then I put my hands side by side and lightly massage your abdomen. I finish up with light feathery touches covering your entire abdomen.

Now standing above your head. I begin with light, feathery touches to your chest. Your nipples are very hard, and the flesh of your breast feels silky soft. I place my hands palms-down in the middle of your chest, thumbs lightly touching. I slide my hands forward, lightening up when I reach your stomach, I slide as far as you can toward your genitals, but not touching you there.

I move my hands to your hips, pressing on the bones, then come up your side. Before reaching your armpits, I slide my hands up onto your chest once again. I do this several times and then once again I use a light, feathery stroke over your entire chest area.

I grip each collarbone between my thumbs and forefingers then run my fingers along the collarbone, first toward your shoulder, then toward your breast. Then I cup my hands over your breast and gently rotate them in a circular motion, first one way then the other.

The passion swells within me, along with something else as I finally have your breast in my hands, not just brushing my fingertips on them. I do this as long as I can, but stop not wanting to make you think I am just coping a feel.

I cup my hands at your shoulders and rotate each shoulder. I put a little bit more oil on your chest, and press down with the flat of my hands on your shoulders, fingertips pointing toward your breast. I slide my hands down your body and when I reach your breast, I turn my hands inwards so that my fingertips are facing each other. I continue to move my hands down, going over your breast, then once again I straighten my hands and continue the stroke all the way down. The stroke ends with my hands brought back along your sides, with my fingertips lightly feathering your back.

When my hands reach your armpits, I grasp and lift them a few inches off the table. I place my hands under your neck, palms up. Using my fingertips, I rapidly drum against your neck, keeping the backs of my hands against the table. I drum up and down your neck. 

Next, I turn your head to my left, allowing it to rest in my left hand. With my right hand I begin working in a slow circular motion from the back to your neck to your hairline. I repeat with your head turned to the right in my right hand.

I place my thumbs side by side in my center of your forehead, with my fingers extended to your temples. I press lightly with my thumbs while I rotate my fingertips along your temples. Then I lay my hands on each cheek, my fingers pointing toward your shoulders. I rotate your flesh by pulling up with one hand, and pushing down with my other. I lift your hair from the base of your skull and gently massage your scalp with my fingertips in a light, circular fashion.

I place my thumbs in the center of your forehead, fingertips at your temples, then I gently press while sliding my thumbs to reach my fore- finger, and I very gently pinch my skin above your temple and rotate first in one direction, then the other. I place my fingertips at the top of your forehead in the center and very gently stroke to the sides of my face to your ears.

I very slowly work my way down your face, stroke by stoke to under your chin. I use very light strokes to your eyes, and then your ears. I finish the entire massage with light, feathery strokes covering the entire length of your body. I do this for at least a minute and I do not miss any area of your body with these strokes. 

I stand up straight and smile at you, I still cannot believe that I have this angel, totally naked, covered with baby oil lying right in front of me! As I enjoy the awesome view of your incredible body I move to stand by your side.

Time to let you know that the massage is done. I lean over and very gently kiss your lips. You very slowly open your eyes and see me smiling at you and you smile back. I extend my hand to you and you take it as I help you sit up on the table. I grab a towel and put it over your chest and start to wipe off the baby oil.

"Oh, my God!" you say, "that was so incredible! I am so relaxed but I am sensually aroused".

I smile at you and say, "That is the best thing about this massage", as I continue to wipe off the oil.

You reach up and grab my arm with your left hand and you put your right hand behind my head and pull me to you. Our lips meet and you give me a deep passionate kiss. I can tell you really enjoyed it because you are pulling me to you and breathing hard.

I let go of the towel and cup your breast in my hands. You let out a little moan and kiss me harder, sliding your tongue into my mouth. We continue for a few minutes and then you break away from our kissing.

"You know Mike, you forgot to massage a spot on me", you say.

I look at you puzzled and say, "Really, where"?

You give me a devilish smile and say, "You got me all hot and wet, can't you do something for that"?

I get a big grin and say, "Of course my dear. Lie back down and I will fix that right now".

You swing your legs back up onto the table and lie back. I move to your feet and then I take your legs in my arms. I pull you toward the end of the table and your body slides easily with all the baby oil. I lean over and start kissing the inside of your right knee. I slowly kiss down your leg, listening to your giggle and coo to the tickle and feel your body moving.

I kiss up and around your love box then up your left leg to your knee. I move my head closer and kiss all around you, feeling your pubic hair brush against my cheek. 

I reach up with my hands and cup them over your breast, and then I use my index finger to play with your rock hard nipples. You reach up and take my head and start pulling me to where you want me, but I resist. I hold my head back and make circles around your vagina, each circle gets smaller and smaller as I go around.

Finally I am right above the spot, I take a deep breath of your wonderful smell and then I extend my tongue, low between your legs and bring it up just barely parting your lips. You moan loudly and pull my head toward you.

I hold my head back and keep extending my tongue low between your legs and then moving it up, each time parting your lips more and going deeper each time. Every time I do this you let out a moan and pull my head and thrust your hips at me.

Finally I am deep enough that as I bring my tongue up it brushes past your hard clit. You gasp with pleasure of me hitting the right spot and tug at my head and push your hips forward.

I now stay at the top of your pussy and lightly brush your clit with my pointed tongue, back and forth in a constant rhythm never applying more then a hair of pressure. You are extremely wet and taste really good. I want you to really enjoy this and I have to fight myself to keep from just clamping down on you.

For several minutes I just light flick my tongue back and forth over your clit. The whole time your body is moving in my arms. Your hands and your hips and your moans are all begging me for more pressure so that you can have your release. I decide we have all waited long enough and I press down just a little bit more with my tongue, you groan from deep within and then I feel your body tense and your legs clamp on my head. Your hips are now moving involuntarily against my face and your hands are pulling my head into you as much as you can. 

Then I hear you say in a breathy voice, "Oh yes, oh God yes Mike! Oh God! Oh yes! Mmm, Oh baby"!

As I lean up I take your legs with my arms and pull you more to the end of the table, to where you can sit up. I take your hands and pull you up to me. I take you in my arms and without wasting a second our lips meet and we passionately kiss.

My tongue reaches out and you meet it, then you suck on my tongue. I pull your upper lip in and then run my tongue across your upper lip around and across your lower lip. I pull you tighter to me and move my head to kiss on your neck and then around your ear.

I hold you tight and give you a squeeze. I pull back and then look deep into your eyes, I see the fire burning out of control within you. You reach down and grasp my shirt at my waist and pull it up and taking it off me.

You slide off the table to a standing position in front of me with your hands on my chest. You kiss my lips and then start kissing down my body. Your hands slide down and start to undo my pants. You get the button loose and unzip them before moving your hands to my hips and push my pants and boxers down my legs. As you lean down push my clothing down, my cock springs free of it binds, proudly and firmly standing there.

I feel the tingle of pleasure shoot through my body as your tongue flicks the head of my cock, picking up the pre-cum that has accumulated. A moan escapes my lips as I feel you tongue now lick down the one side under my cock and then back up the other side. I gasp and you take me fully in your hot mouth and slowly bob your head back and forth.

You continue to suck my cock for several minutes while I try to remain standing to enjoy the pleasure. I feel my cock slide out of your mouth and you stand up, put both hands square in my chest and you start to push me backwards. I don’t fight your push as I look into the face of a woman now in control.

As my legs hit the bed and I loose my balance backwards you stop pushing. I land on the bed and see you kneel down in front of me, your hands surround my cock and balls and then I feel you lick the head of my dick again. My eyes close in ecstasy as you once again take me fully in your mouth.

I lose myself in the waves of pleasure that have taken over my body as you move up and down on my cock, your tongue circling my head, and your hands stroking my dick and playing with my balls.

A groan escapes my lips as I feel the pressure building in my balls and the fantastic tickle at the head of my dick. A few more strokes of your lovely mouth and I am about to blow.

"Oh yeah baby, here I cum," I hiss.

You never miss a beat as my hot cum shoots from my cock to the back of your throat. You expertly take it all without spilling a drop as my cock throbs and my balls contract with each pulse of my ejaculation. You continue to suck on my cock until you feel my body start to relax a bit.

I lean up and see you start to crawl over me. I smile at you as our eyes meet. You smile back as I feel you reach between your legs and take my cock and position it at the entrance to your wet pussy. I watch as your eyes almost close as you lower yourself onto me. As I thrust up into you, you lean down and start to kiss me. I meet your kiss and it becomes very passionate as I ram my cock into your pussy and your hips buck back against me.

You then sit up on my cock to allow me to thrust deeper into you. I love the view from hear as I watch your phenomenal tits bounce with each stroke of our bodies. I hear you moan as I reach up and lightly pinch your hard nipples. Then I move my hands down your body and slide my thumb between us to rub your clit.

"Oh, yes baby", you command, "Make me cum"!

You place your hands on my chest to allow you to rock your hips harder on my cock. I thrust back against you trying to go even deeper. My thumb is brushing past your hard clit, slick with your wonderful juices.

I feel your legs grip my body as you throw your head back. You let out a loud moan of pleasure with each deep thrust into your pussy. You are slamming your hips down to meet each upward thrust I make into you. I see your nipples standing out hard and then your body jumps.

"Mmm, Yes, God yes, fuck me hard baby", you shout, "Make me, Cummmmmmmmmmm"!

You orgasm in mid sentence and I feel you pussy clamp and release with each spasm of your hard orgasm. This feeling along with your hot body pumping on my cock send me over the top. I hear you gasp in elation as you feel my hot cum pump deep with in you.

Both of our bodies slow their movement as we each allow the bliss of orgasm to wash over our beings. As your body relaxes, your arms buckle and you lay down on me. After a second you roll off me to lie next to me on the bed. I move up to your back and wrap my arms around you and gently kiss your neck.

We snuggle in each others arms for quite sometime with nothing said. Nothing had to be; our lovemaking said it all. I think you and I are going to have a long fantastic relationship. Can't wait for the next date!



The Massage



"Linda, you're next." My receptionist said to you from behind her desk. You'd been coming to my chiropractic/massage therapy center for about two months now. Ever since you strained your lower back while doing some bedroom calisthenics with Phil one Saturday evening. As of today, you had been to visit twice a week to have your back pulled and receive a completely relaxing body massage. 

Since you had been coming to visit, the outfits you wore had gone from demure in the beginning, to the totally risqué dress you were wearing today. Although you always had to undress and be covered with a towel, at first you had acted shy and kind of frightened. Recently you had been coy and flirtatious during our sessions. Although law didn't require it, I had always had Ms. Carpenter in the room while I worked on your back. This had always seemed to keep you subdued. 

Normally our sessions were in the mornings where your back would already be relaxed from a good nights sleep. Today was different. Today I had scheduled you for late in the afternoon on a Friday.

"So I can feel the tension and misalignment in your spine from a day on your feet." I had told you. And of course you had trusted me and agreed to the end of day appointment.

As usual Ms. Carpenter met you at the door leading down the corridor to my therapy rooms. But today, she took you all the way to the end of the hall, and into a room like you had never been in before. The lighting was not bright but soft and almost dim enough to make things seem slightly out of focus. And the table looked different from anything you had ever seen.

"Have a seat in the chair and the Doctor will be with you." Ms. Carpenter said as she left the room closing the door behind her. Of course you thought you distinctly heard the snap of the door lock as it closed. "It's just my imagination," you thought as you settled into the leather chair and looked around.

"Wow, this is some really strange looking therapy room. Must be some new therapy the doc's working with..."

Little did you know the adventure, which lay in store for you, would prove to be almost, but not quite, more than you could handle.

After you had sitting for about fifteen minutes looking at the strangely shaped massage table which occupied most of the middle of the floor, I walked in.

"Hello Linda." I said as I smiled at you. "Ready for this afternoons session?"

"I guess so" you replied with the slightest bit of hesitation in your voice.

"By the way, I have some new techniques we'll be trying this afternoon, and our session will probably be a couple of hours long instead of the usual 45 minutes. So, I took the liberty of calling Phil and letting him know you'd be late. He said that was fine and for you to be a good girl while I was working on you." 

At the mention of Phil, your head snapped up, and you started to look unsure of things.

"Don't worry, everything will work out fine, and I promise you'll go home more relaxed and feeling better than you have in quite a while. So I guess we ought to get started. You can go ahead and remove your clothes." I stood with my hands on my hips and stared at you.

You stood and started looking around. "where's the changing room?" You asked meekly.

"Oh we don't have one in here, I've seen you naked lots of times, so you can just undress while I get the table ready." As I spoke I began to stare at the outline of your erect nipples poking against the thin cotton of the dress you were wearing.

"Uh, Uh, where's Ms. Carpenter?" You just stood and made no move to begin to undress.

"She'll be along in a few minutes. She's just seeing to the end of day stuff, and locking up the outer offices. We don't have time to wait for her, so you need to go ahead and get out of that dress."

Since your dress was cut low and revealed your bountiful cleavage, you reached down and started to unbutton the bottom four buttons on the dress. "I really think Ms. Carpenter should be in here." You whispered as the dress opened up.

"Like I said, she'll be along in a few minutes. And it's not like I haven't seen you before. So go ahead and get out of the dress, so you can get on the table and get started." I stepped over and reached and lifted the shoulders of the dress so it fell free from your body. With a downward motion, I lowered the dress completely off your arms and slid it over your wrists. 

I walked over and hung it on a hanger on the back of the door.

"O.K. Linda, you can relax, we're gonna get started now." I walked over to the padded massage table and waited. 

You turned around and attempted to cover your nipples with your hands. But as you did, you saw that my gaze had fallen to the thong style panties you were wearing. So you then lowered your hands to try to also cover there.

"Don't worry, I've seen it before, and Phil told me how you were always trying to dress to excite me" Once again a chill went down your spine at the thought of Phil and I having a conversation about you. What had he told the Doc about.... Things you wondered. You felt yourself starting to get excited even though you were still uncomfortable.

"Come on over here and let's get the massage started. I think you have a lot of kinks to get worked out tonight. And I'm ready to start working on them." 

My emphasis on the word Kinks caused you to sharply draw in your breath.

"O.K., But I just wish Ms Carpenter were here." You said as you walked over to the table.

"Just step up on this stool and sit down on the table" I said, as you were forced to brush by me to get to the table.

"Linda, I'm gonna be using a new electrical desensitizing probe on you tonight, ah, your back that is. So I'll really need for you to remove the rings from your nipples."

I stood and watched as you reached down and removed the one from first your left breast, then your right. 

"Is it gonna hurt?" You whispered. By now you were wishing you had worn some stout cotton crotch panties, Because you were definitely starting to get wet.

"Not much, actually, I think you'll begin to cherish the sensations once you get used to them." I said softly with a slight smile. Now I was staring at your crotch, which was barely covered by the thong.

"O.K" you said a little too loudly. "How do you want me to lay?"

"Just slide up on this table and roll over on your stomach." As you complied, you noticed that the leather on this table was warm. Where as it was always cold on the other tables. "Oh this is warm and feels good" you said as you slid into place and lowered your face through the hole in the middle of the table.

"Yes it is, I designed it especially with the thought in mind of the type of massage you are going to receive tonight." I said from across the room.

You didn't know what I was doing, but you could hear the sound of glass tinkling and something being stirred. 

Once again you tried to sound brave and self-confident. "Did I hear Ms. Carpenter coming in the room?" you asked with all the bravado you could muster.

"Relax and take a few deep breathes" I said as I walked over to the table. You couldn't hear me walking on the thick carpet, but you heard my voice grow louder as I approached.

"I'm gonna start with your arms tonight then well work our way down your back to your legs." I stated as I began to massage your left wrist. 

You could feel a warm tingling sensation beginning everywhere my hands touched.

"What is that you're using" you asked. "I can't see what you're doing from here like I can from the other tables."

"It's a new oil mixture I concocted. Phil signed the approval papers for me to try it on you."

With that statement you began to rise up on the table. "Now wait a minute," you said as you started raising up. " Why were you talking to Phil?"

I put my hand on the juncture of your angel wings and pushed you back down on the table.

"This is all experimental, and I wasn't sure you'd go along with it." I said. " So I called and told Phil what I was planning, and he said to tell you he approved and thought it might help you with your problem relaxing."

You stopped pushing back and relaxed on the table, now the tingling in your wrist and hand and begun to get really warm and the skin on the back of your hand was feeling the air in the room move across it.

"O.K. as long as you really did talk to him, then I'll let you try it out."

"Raise your head up for a moment, Linda" 

As you raised I t up, you felt something slip under your throat and pull around your neck, before you could react, it stopped. But it was firmly snugged on your neck.

"This collar will help you keep from hurting yourself and falling off the table. I said as I latched it to the table. You can move in it, but it will keep your face firmly in the hole looking down at the floor and trying to look around at what I'll be doing. It's latched on a slide and you can even turn over without having to release it. But you shouldn't' try it now, because I'm just getting into the massage."

With that I began to rub the muscles from your fingers to the shoulders on your left arm. All the while you were feeling the tingling everywhere I touched. 

I worked on your left arm in silence for about ten minutes. By then, you were getting used to the warmth of the oil, and the collar reminded you of the one Phil put on you occasionally. But it sill bothered you that you couldn't see anything but dark shadows.

"Could we have some light in here?" You asked. "I can't see anything."

"You don't need to see. I'll tell you what I'm doing as you need to know." With that I started massaging the right hand, fingers, and arm.

"Oh, that does feel good, and I like the warm tingle from it" You murmured.

"Good" and that was all I said for the next ten minutes as I finished working on your arm.

"Then as I stopped working, you squirmed a little and said "Whoops I think I need to go to the restroom."

"You can hold it for a while" I said. "And if you can't I have a way you can relieve yourself while you're on the table."

"Ah, O.K. you mumbled." I'll hold it before I go on this table you thought.

"Now don't let this scare you, but I'm gonna do something with the table so you'll be more comfortable." At that, you heard what sounded like buckles being unhooked.

Then you felt your right arm being moved, still on the table to a position forty-five degrees above your head. It stopped when it was pointing into the corner of the room. 

"The table has several movable wings, so you can stretch out in comfort while I work on you" I said as I moved the wing under the left arm to the same position."

"Hey this is alright," You said. At that moment, you felt something slide around your left wrist and tighten it in place. Before you could figure out what it was, your right wrist was also bound in place.

"Wait a minute" You, said. "What are you doing?"

"Just bear with me. These are just passive restraints so your arms won't fall off the wings and hurt you. If you need them off, all you have to do is say so."

For a moment or two you struggled, but you realized they were snug enough you weren't going to be free with out my help.

Then you felt your nipples start to harden, and at the same time, your pussy started to wet itself.

I started massaging your back with the oil and worked all up and down your spine. It was a very relaxing massage, and once again you were lulled into a restful relaxed state. Now, I was massaging from your wrists all the way down to your buttocks. Carefully avoiding actually touching your butt. As you started to get into the rhythm of the massage, you started slowly gyrating your waist and butt. This was starting to feel pretty good.

And the combination of the oil and massage were definitely loosening up the kinks in your back. About then, you felt something strange and new. It was slowly sliding up and down your back. And it was soft and gentle. Then you identified it. It was my tongue.

"Oh, Doc, that feels good, but is this part of the therapy?" You whispered.

"Linda you haven't seen anything yet. Phil told me how you enjoy being tied down and gotten off 'til you can't come again. And tonight, that's what I'm gonna do for you." At these words, you felt your pussy tighten up and your clit starting to swell.

But even though your wrists and neck were tied down, you still bravely tried to move your legs together and twist your butt so it was not accessible to me.

"He even told me what your safe word is. If you need to use it tonight, You can. And right then I'll stop everything and release you. But if you use it, you can never enter this room again. Remember that before you say anything."

At this an orgasm ripped through your body.

As you began to relax from that one, I reached down and slid a belt around your waist. When I cinched it in place, you were unable to squirm, and your butt was exposed so I could do what I wanted and all you could do was anticipate.

Now, I began to rub the lotion all over your butt and the upper cheeks of your ass. Now the warmth was really spreading through you and you could feel the oil on the sensitive skin around your butt.

This tingling was starting your clit to grow again. Now you were starting to really need to use the restroom.

" Doc, I really can't hold it. I've gotta go."

"Here let me show you something," I said, and you felt me doing something to the table below your waist.

It has a removable panel, which exposes your pubis, so you can go, I even have a cup there to catch it. Go right ahead.

Try though you may, you couldn't do it. 

"Look I have to leave the room for a drink, why don't you relax and go while I'm gone."

You heard the door shut, and the room was silent. After squirming to test the restraints, you spread your legs, and relaxed. Sure enough you started to urinate. You could even hear it tinkling into the cup.

Just as your were finishing, you heard me speak up. "You don't think I'd really leave you alone do you?"

You felt the warm flush creep up your face caused by the embarrassment of being seen in this position.

"Don't worry Linda" I said "It's all gonna work out."

With that I began to massage your butt and down both legs. Once again the warm sensation began to spread on fresh areas of skin.

Now you felt your legs spread apart as the table was once again adjusted to get you completely spread-eagled. 

"I don't want to have to tie your ankles quite yet, but I will if I need to Do you understand me, and are you going to cooperate?"

"Yes sir." Was all you could whimper.

"That sounds more like the response you need to be giving me." If you show me that kind of courtesy, I may not have to spank you tonight."

At the word spank, another orgasm tore through your body. You could feel the love juice slowly dribbling from your pussy. "Yes sir." You whispered.

WHACK! I spanked your left cheek with the palm of my right hand. Again, you orgasmed. and moaned. "I didn't hear you" I commanded. And Spanked the right cheek with a resounding WHACK! Another spasm shook your body. 

"I'm sorry sir! Yes Sir I'll be good!" You spoke up loudly.

"That's better. Now I'm gonna go back to massaging your legs unless you have a complaint."

"NO SIR!" You said as you cringed waiting for the next smack.

Instead you felt my hands start to rub up and down your legs from your thighs to your knees.

As I stroked I worked my hands around from the front to the rear to the center of your thighs. My hands continually roaming up in between your legs reaching almost to your swollen lips. But never quite touching there. Now you were getting even more excited and trying to squirm down so you could touch my hand with your lips. But, the belt on your waist held you immobile. 

"Ungh," You moaned as I stroked faster and faster.

WHACK! My right hand raised from your leg and smacked your right cheek before you could even realize it was happening. 

Through the haze of your body spasming, you heard me ask." Did I ask you to make that sound? Don't do it again, or next time I'll get both cheeks."

That sensation of the warm oil and the slightly painful tingle from the spank was causing you to feel another moan building up in your throat. But stifle it you did.

Now I was working from you inner thighs down to your ankles, rubbing kneading the muscles and massaging every inch of flesh. Yes, I knew it was orgasmic.

Then as you were feeling the next wave of orgasms building up, I suddenly stopped.

"Break time" I said as I stood looking at your rosy butt and glistening legs.

"I'm having a soda. Do you want a drink?" I asked as I crossed the room.

"Yes sir." You whispered. " But, sir, how do I manage to drink with my neck strapped down to the table?"

"Oh, I've got the solution for you." 

I walked over and hung a cup of liquid on a hook under your face, a straw was sticking out where you just could barely reach it with your lips and suck down the drink. It burned and you realized it was mostly liquor.

"But sir, I have to drive home." you said after you finished swallowing. 

"It's early and we still have the rest of the night ahead of us yet. So go ahead and drink up. You'll need that before the next stage is over. Now we're gonna get down to the serious massage."

With that I returned to the end of the table and began to work on the massage.

First you felt me slide a finger up and slowly run it around your swollen clit.

As soon as the finger slid away, you felt the tingling begin, but on you sensitive swollen clit, it wasn't just uncomfortable, it was hot! "Ungh" you moaned.

WHACK! WHACK!. Both cheeks felt the sting of open palmed spanks.

Another orgasm burst through the pain in your clit and on your butt. You bit you lip to keep quiet as your body was racked with spasms.

"That's the good girl, you probably want to take a few more drinks of your stuff so the pain will not be as intense."

You stretched you lips and greedily sucked on the straw. The drink tasted of rum and other blends, hardly like it had any soda in it at all. Yes it burned, but you could already feel the heat coursing through your body as the alcohol started to work.

Now you felt me begin the massage again. I was once again rubbing the oil from your swollen pussy lips all the way down your legs to your ankles and then over your feet to your toes. It really did feel good and relaxing, if only it weren't for the hot feeling on your clit and the tingling of your butt, and the sensation taking place all over your body as the lotion had it's effect on you. So caught up were you in this, that the alcohol loosened you up and you felt another giant orgasm building up.

"I'm gonna come again sir" You whispered through clenched teeth. "can I moan?"

"Of course you can, all you had to do was ask." I said as I continued to massage.

Just then your whole body tensed up as your pussy started t flow and the biggest orgasm yet started to shake your body. At just that moment, you felt my fingers sliding into your tight pussy. They were wet, and the fiery tingling started almost immediately.

"OH MY GOD!" You screamed as the orgasm burst over you in wave after wave. Everything you had was tingling and throbbing at the same time.

The warmth in your pussy and on your clit and swollen lips was more intense than anything you had ever felt in your life. Even tied down your body started to shake as the orgasms passed through one behind the other until they all felt like one big orgasm.

You suddenly pulled both legs together off the wings and bent them into a ball.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I spanked your round uplifted cheeks with both hands.

You screamed with pleasure! 

And I stopped and let you lay there and begin to slow down and breath again.

As you started to subside from the orgasmic spasms, I gently reached down and lifted your legs.




The Massage



"O.K. baby, sanity check." I said quietly. "Are you ok? And do you want to go on from here, or stop now. Are you ready to use your safe word yet?"

"MMMM" Was all you could mumble all the while shaking your head from side to side to indicate the no you weren't ready to quit.

"O.K. By the way all the cum dribbling from your pussy has been caught in the cup, and now I'm gonna pour it into your drink so you can have pussy juice mixed with your drink. Nah, I think I'll just hold the cup where you can sip from it here." And with that I thrust it wit ha straw already in place under your lips. You looked at it and saw only an ounce or so of clear liquid. "Go ahead it's all from your pussy, see if it tastes as good as Phil says." 

With the last statement, you sipped from the straw.

"Thank you sir, it was good." You said after finishing.

" Now Linda" I said as I walked back to the end of the table," I'm gonna have to tie your ankles down, because you disobeyed and pulled them from the wings." With that I lifted both legs and placed them back on the wings.

You didn't even struggle as I wrapped the restraints around them and buckled you in place.

Part Two Linda

I think I must have dozed off after Doc strapped my other leg down. I remember him asking if I wanted to use the safe word. And at that time my only thought was "son of a bitch, you give it your best shot!!! If you can dish it out, I can take it!" Little did I know at that time what I was letting myself in for. But I also knew that up until then, we hadn't tried anything more than Phil and I had experimented with at one time or another.... And I really had enjoyed some of the best orgasms in a while.

Anyway, when I woke up, I was on my back and still tied down in the six point restraints. ( Phil told me later that the six point restraint was my neck, waist, and both hands and ankles.)

I don't know how long I was asleep, but I do know what woke me up.

It was the cold wet feeling of something sliding up into my butt hole.

I think the first thing I noticed when I came to, was that not only was I on my back, but my legs were in the same stirrup position a gynecologist uses to inspect our pussy's. The neat thing was, that with the table wings adjusted like they were, my legs were bent at the knees, but they were supported so that they didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all....

Yet, I was exposed for the world to see, and there was nothing I could do about it.

At this point I wasn't blindfolded yet, so I could see what the Doc was doing. What he was doing was sliding something cold and wet up my butt. About that time, he noticed me looking at him.

"Hello Linda," he said as he finished what he was doing. "I'm just getting you ready for the next part of the experiment." Then he winked at me. "Yes, that's right I said experiment. Because tonight we go where no humans have trod before. Not since the Marquis De Sade has anyone dared to push the limit of the human Psyche especially when it comes to pleasure and pain...."

"Of course you know already that Phil told me your safe word. And You know that if you use it, I'll stop immediately, but you also know that you will never be allowed to travel this road again...."

"Doc," I said, " give it your best shot." ( now, I don't know whether it was bravado or the liquor speaking. But, I did know that the son-of-a-bitch wasn't gonna break me, nor was Phil gonna get the satisfaction of finding out I had used our safe word.

The he started fiddling with some dials, and playing with some stuff which was just out of my sight.

After a few minutes of this, the Doc walked around the table and began hooking some clips to my nipples. Yes, they were uncomfortable, and yes they were painful. But I was damned if I'd admit to this SOB.

Once the clips were firmly connected to both my nipples, the Doc stopped and smiled.

"Linda, you really do have beautiful breasts, and your nipples are a thing of wonder. But Phil told me you get off when the pain in your nipples is mild. So I hope you won't hate me later."

When he said Phil's name, I had a mini orgasm. (How much had they talked I wondered.)

"I just hope this is something you can live with. And I Hope you'll always remember the look in my eyes when you think of this moment." Brilliant speech huh?

Just then the Doc came down with this thoughtful look and said " You're perfectly correct. I don't want to remember the look in your eyes." At that he took a blindfold from his pocket and proceeded to wrap it around my head. When he removed his hands from my head, I was completely in the dark. Literally. The blindfold was so complete that I couldn't even see shadows.

"Now, at least I don't have to look in your eyes while I finish this experiment." He said.

"Asshole! Afraid I might know what you're gonna do in advance and prepare for it?" such witty comments were not the normal me. But then I wasn't in the habit of being totally out of control either.

"As a matter of fact, yes." His voice came from somewhere around my feet.

"Linda, I know you had a good nap. And I really think you needed the rest. But now It's time to start again. So if you will, I'd like for you to shut up, unless it's to scream when you have another orgasm."

"Asshole, you might blindfold me, and tie me down, but you ain't gonna shut me up!"

The next thing I felt was something cold against my clit. And then a bolt of lightening shot from my clit to my asshole. 

I screamed! But I also had one of the hardest orgasms I had ever known.

If it hadn't been for the restraints, I really do think I would have hurt myself.

"I'm sorry I had to show you what this machine does so soon. But quite frankly I'm tired of your banter. Phil said you'd enjoy this. And we discussed it a lot. He even signed the papers for the experimental part of this therapy. So you might as well relax and enjoy it, 'cause you are along for the entire ride." Doc said in a whisper.

As I started to refocus on my surroundings. Even with the mask on, I realized how heightened my sense of excitement had become. It was really exciting to know there was nothing I could do, but wait for the Doc's next move.

Even though it had just been shot with a bolt of electricity, my clit felt even larger than it had been when I was strapped on my stomach.

Yet, knowing I was not in control of anything about my person or body, I still felt compelled to flaunt it at the Doc. I really think it was payback for his treatment of me earlier when I was on my stomach.

"So what? This shit ain't gonna hurt me or get me to kow-tow to you. You're just fucking up if you think I'm gonna enjoy getting electrocuted." I whispered. I guess the whispering let him know how unsure I was.

Then it got silent. And all I could hear was my heart pounding and my pulse in my ears. Nothing. All at once I felt something cold being clipped to first my left, then my right nipples. It was tight enough to elicit some pain, but strangely enough I felt my nipples swelling from the pain. 'Dammit' I thought 'my own body is against me!'

"Linda, I take it that when you came to, you didn't notice the hooks on the ceiling. They were there just for the clamps I just clipped to your nipples. With large beautiful breasts like yours, I could only think how nice it would be for you to enjoy them while I am enjoying your pussy." Doc said.

"The clamps are hooked to pulleys which in turn run a rope down to some buckets. Right now, you only feel the weight of the buckets on your nipples. As the evening progresses, I'll add water to the buckets, til your nipples are stretched to the ceiling, or as close as possible."

My breathing got fast, and I felt the beginnings of another orgasm. But, dammit, I wasn't gonna give him the pleasure.

" You got something to drink?" I tried to keep the quiver out of my voice.

" Why of course I do. Here Sip this." And, with that the Doc held a straw to my lips. As I sipped, I noticed it was a slightly salty tasting liquid, but it also had enough alcohol to give it a kick. Although I thought I knew the taste, I greedily sucked it down. I didn't know when I'd get the chance to drink again.

As he removed the straw from my lips Doc said, " I didn't know you liked rum and come so much. I'll have to make you another batch."

Before I could react, I felt the clamps on my nipples start to pull.

"Ungh!" I moaned.

"I just added a pint of water to each cup which is hanging from the pulley connected to your nipples. Every time you get something from me, you have to pay for it. This time it was with a little water added to you tit weights. Next time it might be a little shock to the clit."

Now I was starting to squirm. "Doc, you do know that Phil will be expecting me in a little while don't you?

"Oh he told me not to worry about getting you home at a certain time. As long as you had the best orgasms possible, then he didn't mind how long you stayed." 

Then everything got quiet.

I heard the door open and close. Did he leave? Did someone enter? I had no way to know. Just as I started to get really worried about what was gong to happen next, Music started playing.

"Hotel California" by the Eagles. Now I was getting worried.

All at once I felt a strange sensation on my clit. It was like when Phil licked it only softer. And more gentle than anything I had ever felt. It sent chills through my body. And I started to moan. 'God! It felt good!'

At first it was a slow gently touch, then it began to increase in frequency. Then it got harder and harder. Then I felt it dipping into and out of my pussy hole. Oh yeah! This was really good! All at once I felt my Clit being sucked until it grew even bigger than it had been yet. I tried to writhe my body and drive myself down on the object of my attention. But the restraints held me in place!

Then I felt teeth biting and nibbling on my swollen clit! 'Oh my God!' another orgasm was starting to build up! As I felt it grow, I stopped noticing the clips which were pulling up on my nipples. And I definitely stopped paying attention to my restraints! All I wanted to notice was the sensations my pussy was feeling and the sucking and chewing and nibbling which was taking place on my clit and pussy lips. 'Oh Yeah!' I whispered. "That's it! Eat me raw! Oh yeah baby! That's what I want! Suck my pussy!" Just then I felt something cold touch my clit. A moment later, a jolt pulsed through my body! I don't know if it was electrical or not! But, I do know that I exploded into one of the strongest orgasms I had ever known. My clit felt like it was on fire, and at the same time, it felt numb and swollen and like it had a life of it's own. I was no longer in control of my bodily functions. As My orgasm grew and blossomed. I began to urinate, and scream!

A little while after it started, the orgasm subsided. I felt spent. And now my nipples were getting sore from the constant pulling on them from the clips.

" O.K. Doc, I think this is about enough." I said as I stopped quivering and began to regain my composure. You tasted my pussy. And you got you jollies off. So now, how about lets finish up, so I can go home to Phil?"

Oh, but that wasn't me eating you pussy. It was Ms Carpenter." Another orgasm shuddered it's way through my body.

But' I'm Straight" I whispered.

"When you are being eaten, your pussy doesn't care whether it' a man or a woman." The Doc said from somewhere near the foot of the table.

"And besides, what makes you think a man can eat pussy better than a woman?" I knew Ms Carpenter's distinctive voice right away.

Now, I was wishing I could get free and get away from what surely would be coming next. I really didn't want to be fucked by another woman. But, I also knew that I wasn't in any position to say what I wanted..

Just as I got up enough nerve to say for Ms Carpenter to leave me alone, I felt something cold on both my pussy lips. 

"Relax Baby" said Ms Carpenter " I know you don't want a woman fucking you, so instead, I'm gonna shock your pussy lips 'til you come, or else plead for me to lick and suck your pussy."

Then it began! I felt the tingle of electricity run from my ass (remember the cold wet insertion?) to my pussy lips. That's ok, I thought, I can stand that. Then I felt something on my clit.

"Don't worry Miss Linda." said Ms Carpenter " this is only a suction cup to make your clit swell even larger than it already is."

I was already flowing like a river. the alcohol was having it's effect.) And the sensation of having my clit sucked on by a vacuum cup drove me over the edge again! "AHHHHH!!!!!!" I moaned as I felt the next orgasm hit!

"How about this?" said the Doc. Just then I felt the tingle of a zillion volts of electricity flowing through my ass, pussy lips, and nipples at the same time.

I don't know if I screamed or not. I do know that I was having the strongest orgasm ever when I passed out!

I came to with a nipple in my mouth. It was a nice one, and I could only move my mouth enough to run my tongue over it. 

"I thought you might like that" said Ms Carpenter. Then she pulled it away and stuffed another nipple in my mouth.

Oh well, I thought, If you can't beat them then join them. With that, I began to suck and nibble on the proffered nipple. And actually it was quite nice. I was amazed at how large and soft they were. 

Just as I was getting into it, Ms carpenter pulled away and I felt the clips on my nipples begin to tighten and pull again.

"Linda," said the Doc, " I have just added another quart of water to each cup holding your nipples up. I know this is uncomfortable, but you are the one who has to learn to be a submissive slave for Phil. And that is what we are working on tonight." 

"But I will be good," I whimpered. The tight clips pulling on my nipples were somewhere between orgasmic and painful. I guess they were a little of both.

"You say that now, but we still need to instill a memory in you which will be hard to forget." Said the Doc.

And with that, another jolt of electricity ran through my clit, ass, and nipples!!!!!!

As soon as my scream subsided, I realized I had had another orgasm, and this one was not even expected. I think I had really enjoyed the pain of the shock through my twat and nipples that time!

"Ok. I'm done," I bravely managed to say. "Let me up, you can call Phil now. I'm through playing. I rally mean it."

"Of course you think you do." Said the Doc. "But then, in the past four hours you have been subjected to some of the most intense orgasms of your short life. The thing is we aren't finished yet! You'll just have to wait a while"

"Now, I'm gonna release your legs. Linda, you will co-operate won't you?" said the doc as he started unlatching the restraints on my legs.

"You bet your sweet ass." I thought. "Just let me get free and I'll show you what I'll do."

"Of course, I'm gonna leave the probe in your anus and on your nipples. If you try to get away or anything, then I'll have to use it like this."

And with that, the Doc shot a bolt of electricity through both my nipples. The felt like they were gonna jump off my body! The intensity of the sensation was unbelievable!

"I'll be good," I moaned as the shuddering stopped!

"Good"

Finally the restraints were freed from my legs and I could move and stretch them. It was unbelievably the strangest feeling, having the blood circulating and being able to move them again. By now I had been in this position for so long that I my twat become dry. Even with the stimulation and orgasms. Doc lowered the wings and I finally laid my legs back on them. Then I moved and stretched both legs. It felt good just to have the muscles stretching and relaxing. As soon as I stopped, he again re-strapped my legs to the wings. "I noticed your crotch area doesn't glisten with moisture as it should." he said. With that I felt something wet and cold sliding all over my pussy lips and clit and vaginal area.

"Oh that's cold!" I tried to shift away, but the restraints kept me there.

"It'll be Ok little girl. It's just some Glide lubricant. " Doc said as he finished oiling up my Pussy. 

"Here you need a sip of soda, and I think I'm gonna take that mask off you." As he removed the mask, I realized that it had been hours since I last saw anything of my environment. My vision slowly began to return. I looked around the room again. Everything looked like it had when I first entered. As I looked up, I saw the pulleys hanging from the ceiling. The cords from my nipple clips ran around the pulleys and back down to two plastic one gallon jugs which were half full of water.

"Wow, that's about four pounds of water pulling on each nipple" I thought. Then I looked at my breasts. They were taughtly stretched toward the ceiling. And the clips on them had a wire attached to each one.

"So, what so you think of my little gadget?" Doc asked from the foot of the table. As I looked down his way, I realized he was only wearing a lab coat with nothing underneath it. And his chest looked nice and hairy through the open flaps of the coat. I also saw a little box with wires running from it in Doc's hand. When he saw me looking at the box, he grinned. "Yes, this is where the cause of you electrical sensations have been coming from." With that he jabbed a button with his free hand. Fire shot through my clit. I felt the Orgasm wash through me and the juices begin to flow from my already battered pussy. Did I scream? I don't think so. 

"Linda, I would like to fuck you, but due to my position as your Doctor, I can't." Doc winked at me. 

"But if you were to beg me, then maybe I could forget my oath and help you get the satisfaction you need."

"No, I can't." I whispered. What would Phil think? Could he ever forgive me? I knew he approved of what had happened so far. But I also knew that I never had sex with anyone else without having Phil nearby to protect me and watch over me. Although I had been through a lot with the Doc to this point, I couldn't betray Phil. He was my master. And I was his slave. No matter what, I couldn't let the Doc make me ask for him to fuck me. It was wrong.

"Linda, I know what you're thinking. You don't want to betray Phil. Would it help if he told me that you'd say no, and that it was O.K. with him if you let me fuck you? But you still have to ask me first." Now the Doc took out one of the biggest dildo's I had ever seen and began to lube it up. I know he saw the look of fear in my eyes. No matter how excited I was, I couldn't get something that big into my pussy. It just wouldn't fit. I know it would probably tear me in two before it went in.

"Don't worry Linda, we're gonna work up to this." He then reached under the table and took out a smaller dick shaped dildo. He squirted it with some lube and eased it between my thighs. As I felt the head beginning to slide into my hot wet excited pussy, all I could do was let myself go as another wave of orgasms started to wrack my body. Pumping faster and faster with it, the Doc spoke "Come on Baby, tell me you want my cock in you."

"Ah!!!! Oh God!" I moaned as my body took over and my pussy started to clench and throb with each stroke. Just as I started to slow down and level out form the orgasms, another jolt of electricity shot through my body! This time the spasm, which ran through my body, caused me to pull against all my restraints at the same time. As I raised my head up, I began to choke from the collar being tightened around my neck. The choking sensation only acted to heighten the rush of sensations, which were flowing through my body. Doc just kept ramming the cock-like dildo into and out of my pussy. I don't how long it lasted, but I was spent and completely out of energy when he stopped.

"Linda? You still with me?" he asked.




The Massage



"mmmmm...." Was all I could say.

"I'm getting ready to add some more water to your tit jugs. I'm amazed that you are able to stand the tugging from all the weight. I guess you must be enjoying this." He said as he moved around the table. 'Please, not any more. I'll be good." I whimpered. "I'll do whatever you want. I just need to rest. And I need Phil." I moaned as a tear trickled down my cheek.

"But, you haven't asked for me to fuck you yet. And you know I can't stop this til you tell me how badly you need to be fucked by me."

"Please, not that. You don't understand. I belong to Phil, and if he says it's Ok, then I'd fuck you with all my heart. But, if he says no, then no matter how badly I want you, it won't happen. At that, the Doctor chuckled.

"You were right. She really is yours and she really does love you and wants to obey you." Who was he talking to? I looked around and from what little I could see, there was no one else in the room. Then I heard a door open and close.

"She's my baby." I heard Phil say from across the room. I can't begin to describe the joy, which filled my heart at the sound of his voice. Now things would be fine. Phil would tell the Doc to let me go. And we could go home.

"Linda, baby, you have done good so far." Phil leaned over me and kissed me.

"But you still have to let the Doc fuck you. And you have to get us both off. Think you can do it?" Just the excitement of knowing Phil was there had revitalized me.

"But, where? When? How?" I couldn't seem to complete a sentence.

"I've been here watching over you all along baby." He said. "The mirror over there is a two way glass. I've seen the whole thing. And, I think you have had some of the best orgasms you ever had. And you aren't through yet." With that, Phil reached and tugged at the clips on my nipples. Once again the pain shot through my body. But this time it was OK. This was for Phil. And I'd do anything for him.

"OK, Doc give her a jolt 'til she begs you to let her fuck you. And While you are fucking her, I'm gonna let her suck my cock." OH!!! YES!!!! It was tingling again, but this time it wasn't so painful. This time I could ride the crest of the electrical jolt onto the waves of a fresh orgasm.... My body bucked and tugged against the restraints. Love juice flowed from my pussy like water. 

" OH Yes! Doc, please fuck me. Will you fuck me? I really want your cock inside of me!" I shouted as the orgasm subsided. Before I could say more, Phil unhooked the clips from my nipples. I almost passed out as the blood began to rush back through my tits and my nipples began to return to their normal size. The feeling was unbelievable! Orgasms once again rocked my body. I felt like I was gonna pass out. But before the sensation had subsided, Phil climbed on the table with both legs on each side of my chest and pulled out his cock. I had never seen it so hard and big before. He must have really gotten into the show. As I opened my mouth to speak, he deftly slid the head into my mouth.

"You don't need to say anything Linda.: He whispered. "Just suck this dry" And then he began to drive his hot cock into my mouth and down my throat. Just as I was getting into sucking Phil cock. And enjoying his rhythm, I felt something cold being rubbed between my pussy lips. MY eyes widened as I realized that instead of his cock, the Doc was fixing to fuck me with that big dildo I had seen him oiling up earlier. With Phil Cock in my mouth I couldn't tall him what was happening. I started to buck and writhe but the restraints held me in place.

"That's it Baby, suck this big cock, and let the Doc fuck you." Said Phil as he closed his eyes and rode my mouth, like it was a bucking bronco. Then there was a stretching and painful pushing on my pussy. The funny thing is that it was painful, but no more so than when Phil dry fucked me. As I felt the big cock beginning to work it's way in an out of my tight throbbing pussy, I began to press up and down and try to work my body against the strap around my waist. Then I could work my pelvis up and down on the cock he was fucking me with. It was beginning to feel better and better. My pussy felt like it was filled and tighter than it had ever been. Phil was getting into the same rhythm with me. I was enjoying having both my mouth and pussy fucked by the biggest cocks I had ever felt. Then I felt Phil balls begin to tighten on my chin. He was about to come. And just knowing that in a moment he was going to shoot his thick juicy come down my waiting eager throat made me begin to come also. That's when I went wild and started truly bucking up and down on the Doc's dildo. As Phil began to shoot his load of come in my mouth and down my throat, I began the biggest orgasm yet. I went to mars. It really was an out of body experience. I was looking from the ceiling down on the table at Phil fucking my mouth and the Doc ramming that big cock in an out of my writhing pussy. Just as my orgasm started to subside, and Phil was almost through shooting his load into my throat, an electric bolt stronger than any other shot though my clit! Even with Phil cock in my mouth, I managed to get a scream out! And then I went off on another orgasmic experience. When this one was through , so was Phil, and the Doc was sliding the dildo out of my sore throbbing pussy.

"Well, Phil, you were right. She's one of the best I have ever seen. I never thought she'd last this long. Or take this much. And she really does love you, and is your slave. You're a lucky man."

"No, I'm a privelidged man. She loves me, and trusts me. Tonight we took her to her limits, and she loved me so much, that even at her limit, she still wouldn't betray my trust."

"Either way, Linda's a beautiful lady and you are lucky to have her in your life." I heard Doc say as I dozed off to sleep. EPILOGUE

"Morning darling!" Phil said as he brought the tray into my room. As I slowly woke up and looked around, I realized I was in my room at home.

"What? How? Oh, Phil I had this dream. And you were there and the Doc was there, and it was the best sex I ever had. But, even though he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't let him. I told him I was yours and you had to give me permission. And he shocked me and you watched from behind a glass, and..." Phil gently placed the tray on my lap and sat down beside me.

"Linda, baby, it wasn't a dream. You've been asleep for about fourteen hours. It really happened. It was last night. I'm so proud of you. You were wonderful, and you really made me proud to be your master."

"But, how did I get here? What happened? What about the Doc?"

"After you went to sleep at the clinic, the Doc and Ms Carpenter helped me get you dressed and to the car. Then I brought you home. The last I saw of the Doc, he was feeling of Ms. Carpenters tits and talking about her experiencing his new table."

"You mean it wasn't a dream?" I was now beginning to feel all the aches and tenderness in my pussy and nipples.

"Oh, no baby. It was no dream." Phil leaned over and kissed me. " And you went way past where we thought you could go. From what I saw, I think you actually enjoyed it."

"I think you might be right." I whispered, as the memories came flooding back and with them, my pussy started getting wet all over again. "I'm just glad you were there to watch over me and keep me safe" With that, I kissed Phil and began to ravenously tear into my breakfast.

"I'm glad you had fun baby." Said Phil as he winked at me." I went ahead and made you another appointment for next Friday Evening..."



The Massage



You walk into the room and I'm sitting painting a ceramic house that I use every Christmas.

"What are you doing babe," you ask me as you come in from a day at the office.

"Just trying to finish up these houses for next year. You know how I love to give them away."

Coming up behind me, you wrap your arms around me and reaching down you cup my breasts in your hands and give them a little squeeze.

"Hmm... wanna do some real fun painting," you ask me as you reach for and get out 2 small art brushes and then to the fridge for chocolate and strawberry syrup.

I giggle and reply, "It's more fun with whipped cream though!"

"Mmm.... then let me be your canvas, oh, and I believe we have some of that too". Stripping down, you lay on the bed as I come toward you with the syrups and brushes.

Not having seen where you've gone, I ask, "Ok now where would you like to lie down to do this? "

"How about on our bed?"

"Honey, the bed would make too much of a mess, how about the massage table?"

"Mmm... ok"

"First I'll prepare the surface to be painted by giving you a nice slow rubdown, with almond oil that's been warmed by a candle."

"Mmmmmmmmm..."

I start by digging my fingers deeply into the muscles at your shouders, squeezing them to release all of the days tension that has built up there, moving my thumbs up each side of your spine.

"Mmm yess feels soooo good"

Moving my thumbs up each side of your spine and down into the taut muscles of your gluteus maximus, down your well muscled thighs..

"Oohhhhhhh..."

...... to your defined calf muscles...... to your feet where I rub each toe individually...

"Mmm yessss..."

....... bending to take each one into my mouth and gently sucking on each one, then back up to those hard calves, onward to your thighs, spending several moments to caress each part of them...

"Mmmmmmmmm ohhhhh..."

Really digging deep on each ass cheek to rid you of the tension that's holding on there, then up each side of your torso.... 

"Oohh goddddd...."

Working those shoulders and getting rid of those knots that hide just under your shoulder blades..... turning you over to work on those chest muscles you so love to show off, your upper arms.....

"Oohh yess........"

Kneading your abs till you feel like you're melting, going for those stomach muscles you love bragging about... the six pack as I believe you call it. Sliding my well oiled hands toward your groin...

"Mmmmmmm...."

.......... and on to the front of your thighs, spreading your legs slightly, 

"Oohh god babe........"

......... to reach the soft inner tissue there..... kneading and kneading them 

"aaaaaahhh......"

........... back down to your feet where I soothe the hot soles of them, easing the worlds cares from every part of your body... gliding up toward where your throbbing manhood awaits my touch .......

"Oohhh..."

........... slowly, gently I massage your sac and perinium.......

"Mmmmmm...."

......... working the oils from my hands into your heated flesh, I say, "I don't think were gonna paint today... looks like a massage day to me!"

"Mmm... I don't mind, just make it slow and, mmmm.... make it last."

When I finally reach for your heated cock,

"Mmmmm...."

..... it jumps slightly at my touch,

"Oohh yeah..."

I pour more oil into my warm, soft hands and apply it to your now throbbing member, I make sure that I don't miss even one tiny bit of flesh...

"Oohhhhhhh..." 

....slowly working my hands up and over the head, paying special attention to the area just behind that wonderfully large glans, and then to slide back toward the base, leaving one hand to gently caress your balls...

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

... as the other continues to stroke you, my thumb rubbing lightly over the head spreading the drop of precum over it, lightly running my fingers down the shaft, swirling my hand around it as it rises up to meet my touch....

"Oohh yeah baby...."

.... throbbing with greater intensity and swelling ever so slightly as my hand engulfs the thickening shaft, I increase the speed of my hand slightly, bending to lick the drops oozing from it, with the tip of my tongue, your cock jerks in response... slowly , maddeningly I take the head into the warm cavern of my mouth... still pumping the shaft and caressing your balls...

"Oohhhhhh..."

I start to suck on your meat as you begin to lift your hips in time to the rhythm of my hand and mouth, you, wanting to grab the back of my head and start furiously fucking my mouth, you grab the edge of the table instead...

"Slow down, babe...."

....... because you know if you lose control like that, I will cease all action and go back to massaging your muscles... 

"This is amazing, I want it to last..."

"You gonna cum?"

"Soon,......... just tease me though, don't let me."

"But it's ok babe, I want you to cum all over my tits"...I say, as I lift my shirt over my head and free my breasts to your hungry gaze, "See how excited I am? Look how hard my nipples are, they're just aching for your mouth and lips baby..."

"Oh babe, play with them, feel them for me, yeah just like that..."

"Want me to play with them, baby," bending my neck and holding my left tit up my tongue snakes rapidly out to flick the hardened nub.

"Oh Jesus hon, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

"I know babe, that's the idea here.... to make you spray that man-juice all over them, but if you want, I'll stop..." once more I reach into the oils and coating my hands placing them both on your quivering member, 

"Oohhhh godddd......" 

...... your cock starts to involuntarily jump and twitch as I again bend to lightly lick the milky fluid from the tip of it, I swiftly suck the shaft into my mouth and down my throat, where you can feel my throat muscles convulsing around the sensitive head of your cock and my tongue swirls around the massive shaft of your manhood.... 

"Oh fuck!"

I hear you suck in a deep breath as my hot mouth descends onto your throbbing cock and as I slowly slide my lips back up to the head. I feel you start to shake and quiver so I quicken the pace of my mouth and hands pumping you with renewed vigor as you start to swell in anticipation of cumming....

"Oh babe, here it comes ahhhhhhhhhhh.....aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh... god... oooooooooooooooohhhhhh... yessssssssssssssssssss!"

...I feel you tense up and I slide quickly all the way to the base of your cock. Just as I get there I feel the thick jets of cum hitting the back of my throat, swallowing it as fast as I can but it's such a large amount that some of it slips out of the corner to run down my chin. I continue to lightly suck on your deflating cock and as it slips from my grasping lips, I run my finger up my chin to catch every drop of your luv juice, while you lay gasping for air... I lean over your body and you pull me down to kiss me passionately.



The Massage



After talking with him a few times and looking at his simple web page, I decided to go ahead and treat myself to a massage. He was trying to drum up business, and in the hopes of doing so, the first massage was on the house. How could I turn it down? After all, it had been a stressful week, and I was tense, right?

Never having had a “real” massage, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect or what was considered appropriate dress for such a thing. “What do I wear,” I asked, feeling shy and embarrassed. He told me just a robe would be fine, but I could also wear panties if it made me more comfortable. He was very polite and completely respectful of the fact that I was nervous, as I had blushingly admitted my reserve about this experience.

He was to come to my house and do the massage there, which was a comfort as I would be on my own turf and, therefore, a little more relaxed. I showered and let the hot water run down my body, trying to calm my nerves. I was about to let a man I’d never met see me almost completely undressed, to put his hands on my body. As I thought about it, the water pounding on my body, steam rising, soaping my breasts, my hands trailing down my stomach, and lower, to the inside of my thighs, I began to feel the buds of desire in my belly. “Stop it, it’s just a massage,” I reminded myself sharply, and quickly finished with my shower.

As the appointed time drew nearer I again began to feel nervous about letting this stranger see me and touch me. I drew on my light purple silk robe and sat for a moment, pondering what kind of panties I should adorn. I finally decided on a matching purple silky thong, not knowing if he would need access to massage my ass. “Better to be safe than sorry,” I thought, grinning a bit.

I looked at the clock and realized he was due to arrive in about ten minutes. I quietly sat in the living room reading, trying to get my mind off what was about to take place, hoping I wouldn’t appear to be a nervous ninny when he got there. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, “Right on time,” I thought to myself, relieved that he seemed professional in this small matter.

I opened the door and quickly took in the man that was about to massage me. He was of medium height, his body proportioned well, and even through the casual warm up suit that hung so well on him, I could tell he took good care of himself. He was clean cut and not a bad looking man at all. I stepped aside and introduced myself allowing him into my home. He stepped inside carrying a small duffel bag. I glanced at it and wondered what was inside. “Probably just the oil and perhaps a towel,” I thought.

I showed him to the kitchen so he could warm up his oil in the microwave. As he quickly went about his work, we chatted for a bit, easing my nerves. I then showed him to my bedroom, where we had agreed would be the best place for a massage, the bed being so wonderfully comfy already. I had lit a few candles and turned on some soft music, setting a mood for relaxation. Although, I must admit the candles had an ulterior motive. I had thought about doing it with the lights on, but my shyness getting the better of me, I had lit the candles to dim his view of my body, afraid that he would find the flaws. 

I sat down on the bed not sure what to do with myself and waited for his instructions. I was looking down at my hands, nervously studying them as if they were some strange and new thing I had never seen before. With the same efficient movements he had demonstrated while preparing his oil, he quickly placed a blindfold over my head. I was shocked, but figured it was to help me relax. If I couldn’t see anything, I would concentrate more on the sensations of the tension being rubbed out of me and perhaps, without my vision, I would begin to forget that he was seeing, therefore easing my worry of what he would think of my body. “Yes, that’s exactly why he’s done this” I told myself. What a clever idea.

He took me by the wrists and led me over to the only open wall space in the room, a full mirrored closet. He put my hands above my head, spread apart, and taking one calve, spread my legs apart a bit so I was in a “book ‘em” position. This made me a little nervous as I could not see how I was supposed to relax standing up, but then, having never had a massage, I didn’t question it, figuring I would sound silly.

I began to relax as I felt the warm oil dripping down the backs of my thighs, realizing he was just going to massage me and I had nothing to worry about. I felt his hands begin to rub the oil all over my legs, starting at midthigh, and working down to my calves and ankles. It felt delicious. He poured a little more oil down my thighs, and began to work up them, using those same quick and efficient movements. As he was working the tops of my thighs, I felt the back of his hand lightly brushing across my pussy through my panties. “Just incidental contact,” I thought to myself. Yet somehow those few quick strokes had made me feel…

Again I reminded myself that this was a professional and I had to control my reactions to his contact with my body. It had been a few months since I had last been with a man, and that must be the reason I reacted so easily to such a small thing. His hands began to move up to my ass, kneading and rubbing. He worked there for a few minutes and I loved every minute of it. Knowing that I was starting to get a little moist, I tried to calm myself, hoping he wouldn’t notice so I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed at my lack of control. 

He poured more oil into his hands and moved around to the front of me, positioning himself on his knees between me and the mirrored closet door. With one swift tug of the belt of my robe, it was open. I could feel his warm breath on my belly as he rubbed oil into it, moving slowly around to my hips, his hands following the soft curve up my sides. Still working in a brisk fashion, his hands began to rub oil into my tits. I wasn’t sure if this was standard protocol, so I again kept my mouth shut as I felt him knead the oil into my size 36D’s.

I was sure with his head being so close to my chest that he would hear my heart pounding. Concentrating on my breathing, so it wouldn’t come out ragged and wanton, I desperately fought for control of my body’s responses to this man’s touch. It was a battle I was losing in great fashion.

He began to rise from his knees and he took my arms down as he did so, placing them at my sides. He slid his slick fingers under the thin material of my robe and brought his hands up to my shoulders, the silk sliding off me as his hands rounded my shoulders, I felt the robe fall to the floor. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around, guiding me by my hips towards the bed. As my knees felt the material of the comforter brush them, I felt his had move up to my back, and firmly push me down to the bed, so I was bent over, feet on the floor, upper body lying on the bed. He slid one foot in between mine and kicked my legs apart, so I was again spread eagle, ass in the air. I thought about the fact that had I not worn panties, at this point I would have been completely exposed to this man in the most intimate way.

I felt the warm oil drip along my spine as he poured it onto my back. He again began to knead. I felt the tension in the muscles in my back dissolve as he did his handy work, starting with the shoulders and working his way down, down, down…..

He was again at my ass, kneading and massaging. I felt the sting at the same instant that I heard the sound “thwack” of his hand slapping my ass. Before I could stop myself, my lips parted and a moan escaped them. This was the point in my massage that I completely gave up control of my body to him. I know longer cared what was appropriate, but only what felt good, these sensations, how could I fight them?

Three sharp spanks in quick succession and I knew that if he checked he would find a large moist spot in my panties. I could feel the redness that had risen to the surface of my cheeks from his slaps as he began to rub my ass. I felt his fingers slide under the thin strip of material in my crack. Slowly sliding his fingers all the way up and down, I quivered with delight as I felt his finger slowly circling my tight hole.

I felt his hands slide to my hips, my entire body slick with his oil, he flipped me over so I was facing him, grabbed my ass, and lifted me up so I was laying on my back on the bed, legs spread wide open on either side of him. His hands moved over my stomach to my breasts again, pinching the nipples, twisting them, making me moan again with pleasure. Those hands, those beautiful, firm, wonderful hands, sliding down to the tops of my inner thighs….

I feel him begin to massage my pussy, rubbing my outer lips, making me squirm. His thumbs begin to massage my clit. My hips moving, grinding against his hand, completely of their own accord. He ran his fingers slowly up and down my wet slit. Finally, when I couldn't take anymore, he slid two fingers into my dripping pussy, massaging my inner walls, and all I can think of is how GREAT it feels. Not wanting to deal with the nuisance of the panties, he quickly yanks them off of me.

“Do you have any toys?” he asks in a bit of a husky voice. I direct him to the drawer my eager beaver is kept in. He goes, pulls the vibe out of its hiding place, returns to the bed and very deliberately slams it into my pussy. What escapes my lips this time is much more than a moan, almost a scream of pleasure.

He begins to fuck my pussy with the vibe, turning it on, and letting the clit stimulator that juts off the base slam into my ass as the vibe pounds my dripping cunt. My hips rise to meet his thrusts, wanting to take it in me as deeply as possible. I reach up and begin to pull, pinch and twist my nipples, and suddenly feel the need to please this man. I reach up and pull the blindfold off, turning to get my bearings. 

I’m lying on the bed and he is standing there next to me fucking me with the vibe, his cock so close to my face. I reach out and grab his ass, pulling him to me. I yank down his drawstring pants, and reach for his gorgeous cock, while he continues to fuck me hard with the vibe. He’s already hard, and I suddenly realize I want nothing more than to taste this man.

I wrap my lips around his stiff cock and begin to stroke it with my tongue, sucking hard and fast, taking him all the way into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, his balls slapping my chin as he begins to lose control of himself as well, and he starts to fuck my mouth in earnest. Both of us moving against the other, my hips against his hand, his cock against my mouth. Battling for release on both ends, both coming very close to the point of no return. 

Our pace quickens, and finally I can’t wait any longer for release, letting his cock slide out of my mouth I scream with pleasure as my body quivers, wracked with the earth shaking orgasm that is running through it. I feel my pussy spasm around the vibe, gripping it and pulling it in deeper, and ride the wave of pleasure straight into the next one as he continues to pound the toy into my pussy, my juices running out of me and dripping down the crack of my ass. 

I recover quickly and take his cock back into my mouth, he’s already almost there so it’s not long before he releases his hot sticky load into my mouth. It comes faster than I can swallow it all, so a little bit drips out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I continue to suck and milk every drop out of him, swallowing his tasty cum. He pulls back and drops to the bed, and as I look at him, enjoying the view, I take my finger and wipe the remaining drip of cum off my chin, licking my fingers.

After I showed him out I thought long and hard about the last hour and a half and realized something. It occurred to me that when I was looking at his web page I saw something there that now makes me smile every time I think of it. A little piece of advice for anyone who wants it, any time you see the word specialty in front of another word (ie: massages), make sure you ask what’s so special about it.



The Massage



The doorbell rings. You answer it wondering who could be there. You aren't expecting company and no one is home other than you. You open the door.

There is a tall, red-haired woman standing there. She is dressed in a long black leather coat down to her high-heeled shoes. You move back to allow her entry, captivated by her beauty. You don't know her but your heart skips a beat or two as she walks past into the living room. As she steps up into the room, you realize she has very slim legs, one briefly uncovered.

She has a brief case in her hand, which she places on the floor by the bedroom. How she knows where everything is, boggles your mind. She reaches into the case, pulls out a sign and hangs it on the door. It reads. "Please do not disturb."

She walks over to the phone and turns the ringer off. She then removes a dozen or so candles in soft colors and carries them a few at a time into the bedroom. As you stand in the doorway to your bedroom, she lights incense, lavender you think. She walks past you to turn up the heat just a little. You watch the sway of her hips under that long coat as she heads to the thermostat.

Turning to the stereo, she puts in a CD and presses play. The sound of Barry White crooning about love and promises fills the room. "It feels so good, you lying here next to me, You have no idea how it feels, My hands just won't keep still, I love you, baby…" sings Barry.

She walks back to the case and carries it into the bedroom. She looks over her shoulder at you. Her eyes and a nod of her head beckon you to her. You don't realize what she wants. She crooks a finger, silently pulling you into the room.

She motions for you to lie down on the silky blanket that had been laid out on the floor. You don't know how it got there, but it is in the middle of the room. She still hasn't spoken or removed her coat.

You start to lie on your stomach but she stops you. She helps you to remove your shirt, running her hands over your chest as she lifts it over your head. She is close. You breath in her scent, you smell raspberries. You are a bit uncomfortable with the idea of taking off your pants. Not because you have never been with a woman, but because of the rock hard erection you are sporting. You take a deep breath trying to think of something else entirely.

This effort is defeated as you watch the red haired woman in the coat. She is removing bottles of oils and what, lubricants? She looks down at you lying now on the silk sheet and smiles. Your heart skips a beat again. She kneels down and places her hands over yours. This calms your heart but not your blood. Her finely painted fingers cover your eyes coaxing them closed. You smile, put your head down and reluctantly close them.

You hear her move quietly over to the table with the oils. You look at her. You can't resist. She is looking directly into your eyes. Her blue eyes light up with her smile. "In your eyes, the light the heat, in your eyes, I am complete, in your eyes…" chimes in Peter Gabriel, perfect timing. She moves so that she is standing just out of your reach but within full site. She places her hands on the belt holding the coat closed and unties the knot. She then walks closer to you. 

Her hands grasp the collar of the coat, pulling on it revealing skin. Her eyes lock with yours. The coat slides over her shoulders and drops into a pile at her high-heeled feet. Your eyes move from the coat at her feet slowly up the shapely legs to discover what was under the coat. 

You are rocked to your core. She stands before you in a white lace teddy and nothing else other than her shoes. It is very sexy and subtly revealing only small areas of skin. Your imagination goes wild, as does your entire body. She turns to put oil in her hands. The back of the teddy is a g-string with a bow just at her lower back. You let out a deep sigh and lay your head on the pillow. 

She saunters over to you with the jar in her hands. She places it on the floor, her hands slick with scented oil. She raises an eyebrow when you look at her. She holds up her hands as if wondering where to start. Her face changes to a determined look.

She places her hands on your shoulders lightly resting them there. This gives you a chance to get accustomed to the feel of her hands on you. You really don't want her hands there, rather lower, but focus on where they are instead. Keeping her hands in contact with you, she is taking her time. The rhythmic yet sensitive massage proceeds from long gliding strokes to deeper ones. The oil, warm and slick arouses you. She uses her body weight rather than arm strength for deep strokes. 

Concentrating firm pressure on the muscles of your back, her hands and fingers trace the contours of your body from head to foot easing the tension in your shoulders, gently releasing knots in your thighs and kneading your buttocks. She kneels in front of you to massage your arms. You want to reach out and touch her. Your tongue slips out to wet your lips. All of a sudden your throat is dry. Her breasts are near your mouth. Just a little bit closer now. She turns and gives you a nice view of her ass, tight and round.

She has moved to your legs. You start to feel even more turned on, you struggle to relax and enjoy the sensations. You spread your legs a little further apart and feel her hands respond, gliding deeper between your legs and buttocks. She reaches forward and cups your ass and works down your legs. She brushes by your genitals. She kneads the muscles in your legs working her way back up to your thighs. Her fingers gently fondle your balls. Then move on to relaxing your legs again. You want her to continue. You have to shift, uncomfortable now in this position.

A hand reaches under your hip and one on your shoulder on the right side coaxing you onto your back. Excited you don't even think about the major hard on you have. You roll on to your back anxious to see what is going to happen next. You feel a little dizzy. The blood is flowing more freely through your body now. The massage continues at your feet, snaking along your inner thighs to chest, arms and neck, then back again, swirling around your cock and testicles, sliding between your thighs, hands and fingers kneading and stroking.

She cradles your genitals in her hand and raises her eyebrows again, questioning if you want her to go further. Jodeci kicks in on the stereo, singing "How do you want it, how does it feel..." You nod and your cock jolts with excitement.

Bringing one hand down, she strokes you from the top all the way to the bottom. Then she releases it. Immediately she brings her other hand to the top of your cock and repeats the stroke, creating an alternating motion. Again and again she does this.

Not wanting you too tired, she doesn't allow you to cum. She continues to stroke and massage your cock, bringing you to a peak then moving to massage your thighs or stomach and back again. 

She's astride your thighs and pours some oil onto your chest and down over your stomach. Very slowly she massage it into your skin. You've got eye contact. She watches the effect she's having on you. She leans forward massaging you with her breasts. Her lips meet yours. Soft gentle kisses at first getting deeper and harder, kissing your neck and shoulders. Licking down your chest, flicking your nipples with her tongue, slowly licking downwards she sticks her tongue in your navel.

Then in one long, slow, tantalizing stroke she licks down to the base of your cock. Watching it jerk in response, she wraps her fingers round your cock and barely touching gently start to caress it. One hand stroking your cock the other massages your balls. She licks up and down the shaft of your cock and over your balls. sucking your balls gently drawing them into her mouth then pushing them out again. Running her tongue back up she takes the head in her mouth swirling her tongue round it one way then the other. She starts to softly suck your cock and caress the shaft. Gradually taking more and more in her mouth as she sucks harder. Your cock pulses in response.

She leans forward to kiss you again sliding forward, letting her hot wet pussy rub over your cock. She wiggles her hips so that her clit presses against you. Still kissing you she lifts up so that the head of your cock slips deep inside her. She remains still for a minute or two, you feel her adjust to the size of your cock. Slowly she slides up and down your cock, rotating her hips as she moves. 

Gradually getting faster and harder, she leans back so that you are really deep inside her. She rubs against you, a lovely warm tingly feeling builds up inside you. She moves harder and faster and with a final hard push downwards she cums squeezing your cock hard, making you cum too. 

She lays her body on top of you. Both of you are satiated in the moment. You are still inside her. She has gotten inside you. The thought of this sexy woman and what you have done makes your cock grow hard again. This time…you give the massage.



The Massage



I do really have a massage about once a month and the therapist is a man. Originally, I thought I would be in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt or something like that, but he asked me to take off as much of my clothing as I would feel comfortable in. Not being an exhibitionist and generally not being entirely relaxed with most of my clothing off, I opted for taking off only the shirt. When he came back in to the room, he said it would be easier if I took off the shorts too. Deciding the guy’s only interest was in doing his “job” and that I needed to relax and get over it, I took my shorts off. 

Over the month we have been doing this, he finally asked me if he could unhook my bra because it gets in the way. What the heck was I going to do, say NO? Ok, so the bra gets unhooked and when it comes time to turn over onto my back, it’s a pain to close it and it’s still in the way when he starts to massage the front of me. So, now the sessions take place and I am only in my panties. 

Half the time, I forget I’m supposed to have a massage and only remember it in the evening while I’m driving home from work. So, I’m not paying attention to what underwear I’m putting on in the morning. Since I have some thong panties and other more skimpy types, I’m afraid I’m going to put them on and then end up having to go there! (I have some on right now because it’s so hot out and I’d like to have on as few pieces of clothing as I can get away with and still go out in public. I admit, they also kind of turn me on a little.)

The massage always starts the same way. He has me go in to a private room and it’s dimly lit. In the background there is quite sensual music playing (a CD I have brought from home; it is MY massage after all!) and there is the sound of water tinkling in a small fountain by the door. It’s a small room, maybe 10X10, and at an angle in the middle of the room is the massage table. It stands at about the same height as my hips. There are pillows on a chair in the corner, and the table is covered by two sheets – one to lie on and one to cover myself. He asks me to go in and get ready and tells me he will be back in a moment.

I go in and close the door behind me. I sit on the table, take off my sandals and place them under the chair. I pull my blouse off over my head and fold it, placing it on the chair. I reach back and unhook my bra and my breasts slowly tumble out. It’s cold in the room and my nipples start to get hard, shrinking to about half of their size stand erect. I wriggle my shorts down over my hips and realize I am wearing those darn thong panties! They are made of a shiny material that you can see right through! Great, now what? It’s not like I can go home and change my clothes at this point. I’m already embarrassed and feel like fleeing from the room, but I try to calm myself. Hey, the guy has probably seen it all! What’s a pair of skimpy panties to him? I just lay down on my stomach, as always, cover myself with the sheet and a few minutes later he walks in.

He asks me what kind of massage I want today. Would I like a relaxing one or something more invigorating? I ask him to do a combination of things. I ask him about a massage called Rolfing, because he has just finished his classes in this type of massage. He beings to talk about it as he pulls the sheet down to my waist, starting to work on my back and shoulders. I’m a little uncomfortable because of the panties and feel a bit more “revealed” than usual. I’m also more aware that my breasts are somewhat exposed by the side of my chest, but he insists that I lay with my hands and arms up by my head, exposing them even more. My nipples become erect again and I’m starting to feel aroused. I tell myself, this is absurd. It’s just a damn massage! I’ve had them before and there’s nothing sexual about them at all. Nevertheless, I almost want to apologize and explain the panties, but I know I’d feel more foolish than ever and decide to keep my mouth shut.

He’s telling me about Rolfing and says he would like to try a little of it on me. He proceeds to tell me about an “older” lady (what category does that put me in I wonder!) he’s been working on. It’s a 10-session therapy and it is “somewhat invasive” – but he does this in steps. It’s the first time he has done this outside of class and he’s a little uncomfortable about it as well. He tells the woman what he is going to do before it does it and she says, “Oh, come on! You’re young enough to be my son.” That, he says, embarrasses him even more! 

I tell him that after he gets used to doing it, it won’t be any big deal. He agrees and tells me that he uses intense pressure and a sort of pulling motion on the inner thighs and pubic area – but it’s designed to release muscle tension in those little erotic zones and it’s the only way to do the massage. I have nothing to worry about because I’m sure he’s not going to be using that technique on me, but I start thinking about it anyway.

I’m beginning to feel the heat rise between my legs and my panties feel damp. I cannot quite get my mind on relaxing for this massage and I keep thinking, what if it were you giving me the massage instead of him? He says I feel really tight today and I need to remember to breathe deeply and slowly, while I’m thinking other little delightful thoughts! Shit – I need to get a grip! 

Standing at the head of the table, he is massaging my arms and hands now, up and down and then extends that to my back. He uses his entire arm and leans over me – my head almost up against the zipper on his pants. I can feel the hair on his arms as he draws them across my back; it feels good I must admit.

I imagine that it’s your arms against my back and from my position, I can see a bulge in your pants. I wonder if you are really hard and move my head ever so slightly to get a better look. Accidentally my head bumps into your crotch – boy, am I embarrassed and mumble my apologies, but I could swear you have a hard-on! I’m trying to do my deep breathing…and I sneak another look. Oh my God, I can see the outline of the head of your dick – and it is erect. Oh boy, that’s just what I need to calm down! You ask me if it’s too warm in the room: my entire body feels like the heat is radiating from between my legs and I tell you yes, it feels a little warm to me too. You leave the room to get a fan.

I can’t stand it. I’m so turned on that I reach down between my legs, start stroking myself, and imagine it’s you. I hear the doorknob start to turn and quickly shift back to my position. Oh great that is just what I need, you catching me doing that! You come back to the table and start massaging me again. You are standing at the side of the table and lean your bulging crotch against my elbow as you massage my lower back. Your hands slide under the sheet. You move the sheet down a little further; no need to get the panties out of the way since my entire rear is exposed and you lean a little harder into my elbow. I start thinking that I’m just so incredibly horny that I am putting this image in my own head. No, you’re really not doing what I think you are. I must quit thinking about this. It’s just a damn massage!

But, you do it again. I swear you want something from me, so I move my elbow a little closer and I hear you let out a breath and say “umm…” I move my arm and stroke the back of your thigh where it meets your ass and let my fingers rest between your legs. I can feel your balls with my finger tips.

Your hands are on my ass as you continue to massage me, pulling up on my panties so the thong rides between my cheeks. I can feel the pressure against my already swollen lips and you slide your hand between my legs. I think that if you just touch me, I’m going to explode, but you just rub me against my panties and lightly stroke my bush. I let out a sigh and then remember that there are other people in the waiting room. 

You move back to the head of the table and stand in front of me. Taking your hand, you unzip your pants, which can hardly contain your beautifully hard dick and pull it out. I reach out and gently take it in my hand – the skin feels soft and almost velvety against my palm. I reach in your pants and cup your balls in my hand. I lift them up and rub my index finger behind them and up to your anus. You nudge me and have massage oil in your hand… I put some on my finger and go back to work, stroking that spot over and over again. With my left hand, I take your delightfully hard cock, put the tip of it against my moist lips, and kiss it. Parting my lips, I let the tip of it slide into my mouth as my tongue darts back and forth, tasting that little bit of cum that spills out. I open my mouth a bit wider and let your dick slid to the back of my throat, my lips pressing against the shaft. 

You can hardly stand, but your hips start to pump a little and you place your hands on my head to steady yourself. You are trembling and your eyes are shut as you feel the heat of your body rise. Your hips are thrusting a little more now and I pull and suck on your throbbing dick. I move my hand to the base and tighten my grip; you moan. I can feel your cock sliding back and forth in my mouth and my hand around it. I imagine it inside of me – as you begin thrusting faster and faster. I can tell you are almost ready to cum, I can feel your body tense, and you back off a few inches so I can finish you with my hand. Your cum spurts out and lands on my breasts and the table. You gasp, as your ass tightens and your thighs tremble. 

Having had your orgasm, it’s My turn. I turn over on my back, breasts exposed and you lean over and start kissing them. Your tongue dances in little circles around my nipples and you pull one into your mouth; you suck on it greedily and nip at it a little as your hand finds itself between my legs. You move to my other breast and provide it with an equally delightful treatment, as your hand pulls my panties out of the way. Your hand strokes my pubic hair and you tentatively find my opening with one finger and slide it in. I hardly need any more encouragement and my hips rise to meet your hand. You insert two fingers and slide them slowly in and out, they are slick with my moisture. Your thumb massaging my clit, you can feel me squeezing your fingers as my hips pump up and down. Just when I think I’m going to have my orgasm, you pull your hand away and come and kneel at the foot of the table. Your head is between my legs and your tongue finds that spot again. My legs, like an early morning lily, open for you and you lick away my dew.

You run your tongue up and down the opening; the smell and taste of it turns you on and you are hard again. As the passion in me rises, my lips begin to swell and you put your tongue in deeper and start sucking on that spot again. You take two fingers and insert them as you pull me into your mouth and your tongue circles around and around my clit. You penetrate me deeper with your fingers, moving them in and out. I can feel myself tighten my muscles against your fingers while you suck on me even harder. I start to feel the orgasm rise into every fiber of my being and clamp down on your fingers. My hips rising up and down with your strokes, I shudder and moan – my thighs tighten and I explode with my orgasm – my wetness running out and on to your hand. You rub it on my breasts where it mingles with the cum you left there earlier and rise from your knees to mount me.

The massage table is made of wood with a skirt that runs around the edge. At about the mid-point, there are open handgrips for moving it. You ask me to bend over the end of the table and tie my wrists to the handgrips, a bit tighter than I expect. I remind myself it’s all in fun and do not object. Moving down to the end of the table, you stand with your hard-on pressing against my bottom and begin to tug at my panties, but I spread my legs apart in protest. I’m not so sure I want to be in this position after all, and struggle to try to release my hands, but I can’t. I feel a little panicky, never having been in this position before, and take a few deep breaths. You try to pull off the thong again, but my legs are firmly planted far enough apart that you can’t get them off and they are in your way. 

You threaten to spank me if I don’t cooperate and I tell myself, yea sure, I’ll deck this guy if he even thinks of trying that! I can’t believe you’d try that, decide to call your bluff and stand firm. However, I can feel the blood rushing to my private parts as I stand there. I’m not exactly in a position to fight back. Before I know it, you take your hand and slap my rear end hard! I’m shocked, indignant, and I’m pissed off! “How dare he do that to me!” I think. I’m not moving my legs for anything now, and then you spank me a couple of more times and leave red handprints on my milky white ass. I can feel the sting of their impression and the flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks, but my pussy is beginning to throb. 

I cannot believe I have allowed myself to be put in this position; what the heck was I thinking anyway? This is embarrassing! I’m not about to give in now. Hell, you didn’t even ask if you could fuck me! I’m not going to stand there and just give in like some whimpering little kid. I can still feel the tingle of where your hand landed and you spank my bottom four or five more times in a row. It feels like a smooth wooden brush this time. I can’t see it, but I sure felt it! I can’t quite understand it, but it’s making me so hot that my nipples are hard and I can feel their every movement against the sheet underneath me. My pussy is literally throbbing and my bottom feels like it’s on fire; still I am not about to give in!

Standing next to me, I see you remove your belt and for a split second, I am exhilarated – what is going on here, I ask myself. Now, you tell me that I’ll have to beg you to fuck me and you won’t stop until I do. My slightly befuddled mind doubts that you would carry it quite that far, after all, there is a room full of people outside and they are going to hear it! I hear the leather belt move through the air and land squarely on the tender spot between my ass and thighs and hear the slap as I pull a breath in between my teeth. Immediately you hand lightly strokes the spot – ah pain and pleasure – I’m no longer sure of what I want. My breasts ache for your mouth to be clamped around them and I feel throbbing between my legs.

I hear the belt moving through the air again and it lands three or four more times across my bottom, not as hard, but I can feel the sting of it. You ask if I’m ready to give in yet and I do not reply. Your choice, you say, as you continue to spank me, occasionally using your hand to both tenderly sooth my aching bottom and the next to deliver a smart whack. Sometimes your hand just rests there; sometimes it slides down between my legs making sure I do not forget what you are here for. I can no longer stand it! Between the pain and the pleasure, I am in some other place and must find relief. I finally beg you to fuck me and you tenderly kiss and pat both of my cheeks and you untie me. 

Instead of pulling my panties down now, you rip them off just to prove your point. You take the massage lotion and start rubbing it into my bottom in an attempt to sooth my injured pride. Putting more lotion on, your hand moves down to the mound between my legs and you cup my pussy and push my legs apart with your own, moving closer to me. You’re dick is hard and stands straight out, ready to enter me. Instead, you take two fingers and enter me. Finding me slick with moisture, you let out a little laugh and tease me about it by stating that my body has betrayed me and revealed the truth; you tell me I must have enjoyed it. I say nothing, but your fingers keep sliding in and out of my warm wet cunt and I can feel it start to grip on to them, even though I try to hold back. I’ll show him, I think to myself, but I have no control.

As your fingers slide in and out, I can feel your dick pressed up against me and I want to feel it enter me, but I sure as heck am not going to beg for it! You start rubbing my clitoris and I want to grind against you, as my hips sway ever so slightly back and forth and my legs weaken. I’m not giving in to this – no way, but my hands grip the sheet over my head and I want to tell you “harder, yes there, don’t stop, God that feels good.” Then you stop and just stand there for a few minutes. Slowly, you start rubbing your dick up against my swollen lips, but you don’t enter me, and you keep pushing the head of your penis against that spot and I want to yell at you, but you just rock back and forth. Not enough to give me an orgasm, but just enough to keep me right at the edge and I finally beg you to fuck me

You smile, pat my butt, and enter me – thank God! It feels so good that I moan “Oh yes, yes, please let me feel it deep inside,” and my request is finally granted. You ride me hard and I can hear you groan, your hands on my hips as you thrust in and out, and I hear the wetness of our love making. You reach around between us and begin circling my clitoris with your finger as your hips move your dick in and out of me. It feels so incredible that I almost want to cry, as my cunt throbs and tightens around your cock. I can feel my orgasm coming and pray that you don’t stop moving anything until I’m satisfied. You do not disappoint me, and it comes in beautiful waves that carry me off to some other place and you feel it too, as it pushes and pulls on your cock and brings you to an explosive orgasm. As we both shudder and tremble, your ass tightens and you bend your knees a bit as your cum spills into me. I abandon all hope of pretending not to be loving every minute of our time together. 

Your body spent, you stand up and help me up. Holding me close to you and cupping one of my breasts, you rub your thumb over my nipple, which hardens under your touch. We kiss passionately. You run your tongue down my neck, between my breasts and come back up to my ear. You whisper how you’d love to give me a massage again next month.

I hope you enjoyed my little story – I enjoyed writing it for you. I have an appointment for a massage on Tuesday; I wonder what I’ll think about when he starts rubbing my back? And yes, it is just in my panties… Katherine



The Massage



We are naked on the bed. You are face down, and I am giving you a massage. We have a porn on to heighten the mood, but it isn't really necessary. I start on your shoulder, rubbing the oil in. You can feel my cock starting to grow, nestled nicely between your ass cheeks as I work the oil in. I leave your shoulders, and rub your side my hands caress your breasts. You raise yourself to allow me to work my hands under you, but I resist temptation.

I start to work the small of your back, wanting to get my hands on your nice ass and finally I work the oil into your sweet ass cheeks. I want to follow that line to a pussy that I know is nice and wet, but there is no hurry, we have all the time in the world.

I massage your thighs now. You spread your legs, and I am able to see that dripping pussy for the first time. I just want shove my tongue there, but your massage is not complete. My work takes me to your calves, and then to your feet. You moan in a way I know is more stress relief than sexual. 

You think I'm done, but roll you over and lay your head on my inner thighs. You take my cock in-between your beautiful lips. I fight the urge to let you continue, and pull my now wet cock out of your mouth.

Still massaging you I work the oil into your arms. I lovingly rub one arm and then the next before I finish I put more oil on my hands and start to gently massage you breasts. I noticed your hand go down between your legs and I tell you to stop.

I'm beside you now, not wanting to leave your breasts and rock hard nipples. I work down your stomach, and spread your thighs. I can smell your juices, and it's making me harder. I begin to massage the one thing you really wanted me to, your hard little clit. You Moan deeply when first I touch it.

Your body jerks. I look at your naked body, glistening from the oil you are so beautiful. Your hands go to your breasts as I play with your clit. I leave it be for a moment and slide my finger down between your moist lips; you arch your back, wanting my finger in you. I slip two fingers easily into your pussy, as you grind your hips against my hand.

I feel your wetness, your juices are flowing down to your tight virgin ass. I know you don't want it touched but it get a devilish grin on my face and pull my fingers out of your pussy.

Before you can complain, I slowly slide one finger back into your pussy and the other into your tight ass. You want to complain but the feeling it too good. You moan when my thumb starts to rub your throbbing clit. You get into a grove that I know if I continue you will cum. I don't want you to cum just yet.

I pull my hand away; you protest, until you feel the head of my cock rubbing against your clit. You groan when I run my head between your lips, getting it nice and wet. Then when you aren't expecting it I plunge my cock into your wet pussy. You let out a gasp because you were not expecting it. You quickly wrap your legs around my waist.

Our bodies naturally find a good rhythm. I can feel my balls tighten I want to cum but I not finished taking care you yet and so I pull my cock out of your hot wetness and lay down beside you. You know what I want. You straddle my face and lower you mouth onto my wet cock.

I almost forget your wet pussy is an inch from my face, as your mouth feels so incredibly wonderful on my cock. You take me deep into your mouth, tasting yourself on my hard cock. That is when I open my eyes and see your wet open pussy with in reach of my tongue.

I grab your hips and pull your sweet lips down to mine. I scoop my tongue into your pussy. I taste your honey for the first time. I can not describe the taste. So sweet. I drive my tongue into you. Wanting all of you. I feel you moan on my cock. It feels so good in your mouth. I want so badly to cum.

I then realize that I haven't touched your hard little clit. I flick it with the tip of my tongue. I am rewarded with a flush of your cream. You start to grind your pussy into my face. My cock pops out of your mouth as you groan in pure joy. You tell me to eat you out, that you are going to cum. I keep up the pressure on your clit. I can barely breath as you get closer to cumming, but I don't care. I want your cum. I grab your ass again as you start to scream as you cum on my face. I keep up my licking, and you beg me to stop. You give my cock one last deep throat, before you spin around and are face to face with me. You kiss and lick my face, getting as much of your pussy off my face as you can. You tongue fuck my mouth at the same time you slide your slick hole onto my cock. You are so warm and wet. We keep kissing as you move your hips. You move your hips, not really up and down, just grinding.

We continue to kiss my hands in your hair. You push yourself up, I watch as your hair falls over your face; your eyes are closed, as you ride my cock. I reach out and take your breasts in my hands. You lean forward, pressing them into my hands. We stay like that for awhile, enjoying the feeling, not really fucking but being as one.

All of a sudden your eyes fly open and you get off of me just long enough to turn around and slide back over me. You fuck me hard for a few minutes, then you slow down and put your hands between our legs. One hand is working your clit, the other is milking my balls, encouraging me to cum. I'm fighting it, but then you start to scream, and I feel the warmth of your cum flowing out of you and over my balls. It's too much for me to handle. I grab your hips and slam into you right before I explode deep in your pussy.

Just as I think we are going to collapse into each other's arms, you jump off of me and before I know what is happening you have your lips wrapped around my cock. The sensations are incurable, and they have your desired effect, keeping me hard.

You get on your hands and knees. Shaking your ass at me, you ask me to fuck you from behind. As I approach you, still weak kneed; I see our combined juices trickling out of your pussy. I give your clit a little tap with the head of my cock, before I centre myself with your pussy. You thought I would slowly go into you, but instead I slam my cock into you hard, and I'm rewarded with a gasp and a moan. We fuck nice and hard then I slow down.

I reach under you to play with your clit you orgasm yet again. You try stop me saying that you don't want to cum, you just want to fuck hard. I grab your hips and follow your instructions. You match my thrusts. I can last a little longer, but it is too much for me to handle. With the smell of sex in the air, I let out a deep groan, and cum in you for the second time.

Exhausted we collapse and curl up together spooning, my arm around you, hand in hand, we fall asleep.



The Massage



She was late, but there again the traffic was heavier than usual this Saturday morning and her tardiness had given me that extra little time to tidy the apartment that I shared with 3 other girls who were all first year students at the same Uni as I in Hull.

Christa had 'phoned mid week and expressed a desire to see my newly found rented accommodation. Most of the students I know live like pigs and in that we four were no exception, clothes of both an intimate nature and not strewn where they were taken off, dishes left unwashed for days and a general air of "studenty disarray" pervaded the place which would take an army of industrial cleaners to unravel and make good. But there was just me as Beth, Liz and Sonia had gone home to their families for this extended weekend break.

Truth to tell, that was exactly what I was planning to do until Christa rang. I thought a weekend with my family would be a nice break after not seeing them for more than a month since I moved in here.

Christa's call ended all that and here I was all scruffy and sweaty waiting for her arrival. Was there time for a quick shower before her arrival? Apparently not because just then there was a firm knock on the street door.

I rushed to answer and there she stood complete with suitcase, all 5'2 of her, and looking radiantly beautiful on this fine morning in the English early Autumn. Suitcase? Was she planning to stay a while? Where would she sleep? All these things I wondered as we embraced, and taking her case I led her through to the "best room".

Christa was 35, I knew that much and knew also that she was married to Bob and that she had a son who was nearing his fourteenth birthday. To me then at just turned 18 she was the epitome of grace and slender petite femininity and I wanted nothing more than to be like her when I reached her age. She was my heroine.

"Nice place Em," she said, "certainly better than the pad I had when I was at Uni." She had a history degree, I knew that too because she had taught me in the last two years at school.

I basked in her praise of this grotty place as I gave her the obligatory tour and gasped once as our breasts touched when we both turned to go though one of the doors at the same time. An upturned half smile and a sort of knowing look was all I got from Christa when that happened.

"I didn't realise you were coming to stay Chris," I said when she asked me where she could sleep, "thought you were just coming over for the day."

"Well Bob has gone on a golfing trip and Sam had arranged to go scouting so I thought I'd spend a couple of days with you...if you don't mind of course," she added as an afterthought.

"Gosh no," I stammered, mentally making a note to find some clean sheets to put on Beth's bed for her to sleep on, "delighted Chris, It's great to have you here."

Truth to tell I was more than delighted to be spending the weekend alone with this dark haired, svelte lady with the figure of a pocket Venus that I had secretly admired for so long, and unconsciously my most feminine secretions began to flow as the fantasy, and fantasy it could only be, of the two of us locked in a naked embrace passed fleetingly through my mind.

"Penny for them Em," said Christa, touching my hand and looking up into my eyes. I had been day dreaming that fantasy of us making love and she had awoken me from it just as my tongue was about to enter her soft wetness. Ah well, one can but dream.

"Sorry Chris, I was just thinking of something," I replied, coming back to earth with a bump and combined with the sweat from my endeavours in tidying up the house my feminine leakage made me realise that I needed to clean up, and fast.

"I need a shower," I said, "I didn't have time earlier before you arrived and I feel all scruffy."

Christa laughed and told me I looked divine, a huge compliment from her I thought, but then she said, "Mind if I have one too? My back is killing me from sitting in that little car for 2 hours and a hot shower may do it some good."

Mind? I didn't mind, just the thought of seeing her naked oozed more of my juices into my already too damp panties.

"I could give you a massage if you like Chris, and we can chat at the same time, catch up on things and what's been happening since I came here," I volunteered.

"Ohhh, a massage, I just love to be massaged," said Christa as we made our way to the bathroom, "you go first."

I stripped and she watched! My body isn't bad, not bad at all but I was conscious of her appraisal, especially when the last piece of clothing, my panties of course, with the so obvious dark patch of wetness contrasting with the whiteness of the material finally lay at my feet.

She looked at them for a second and her gaze moved up and rested on my pussy, then moved higher and lingered on my breasts until she finally made eye contact still with that knowing half smile that I found so entrancing. I fled into the shower with reddening cheeks as she began to undress.

At that point I wanted to make myself cum but didn't dare in case she heard my moans of pleasure which would cause more embarrassment and probably frighten her away, and so minutes later I emerged wet and frustrated to be handed a towel by the naked object of my desires as she passed me and entered the shower stall.

"I'll put a sheet on the bed Chris," I said having hurriedly dried off, "because I'm going to use some oil with the massage."

I had no massage oil but I knew where to find some. Beth had given me a massage two nights previously and I knew she had a draw full of different bottles.

I don't know if Beth fancied me but her touch during that session had certainly worked some sort of magic, especially when her deft little fingers wove between my thighs and either carelessly or by design had touched my curly black pubes. We had both gasped when that happened and as I opened my eyes I noticed that hers were dreamily closed, her mouth open as if she were in wonderland. The spell was quickly broken when Liz, another roomie popped in to nosey around and borrow some clothing.

Nothing further had happened between Beth and I but the sensual, sexual feelings she had brought to the fore in me still lingered on and I so desperately wanted to weave the same magic spell on Christa to see what would happen.

Grabbing the first bottle of oil that came to hand and taking it back to my room, I had just spread a cover on the bed when Christa entered and asked me where I wanted her to lie.

Words failed me then and my mouth dried up so I just pointed to the bed whilst rubbing the musky smelling massage oil between my palms. There was something of the show off about Christa as that lithe, toned body posed for me for a second before sinuously flowing belly down onto the bed, arms stretched wide and thighs just parted enough to allow me a glimpse of jet black pubic hair through which I was just able to see the darkling pinkness of her most sacred Holy of Holies.

I asked her where the pain was and she put a hand behind her and pointed to a place on her lower back, but that could wait I thought because I wanted to make the moment last forever and give her the longest and most sensual massage my untrained fingers would allow.

Naked as the day I straddled her buttocks, knees taking nearly all the weight with my pussy resting ever so gently on those gorgeously taut bum cheeks that just craved my later attentions (I hoped), and stretching forward from that position I began to massage her perfect shoulders.

She gasped as I rubbed, the tension in those knotted muscles draining away with every stroke of my oiled but inexperienced fingers as they made their way lower, touching her breasts which swelled invitingly outwards from the weight of her body. Fingers lingered there and fingernails gently scratched the sides of those pure white globes which contrasted so excitingly with the light tan of her body.

Did she move slightly then? Or was it my imagination? There was another gasp from Christa when somehow those same fingers were able to touch a small but extremely hard nipple for the briefest of moments before her weight again pressed it down on the sheet and I withdrew those fingers to continue stroking the rest of her body.

I was really worked up by now, my silly 18 years old barely adult mind playing fantasy games, wanting her, wanting her so very much to reach a manicured hand back and slide a finger, then another into my own sacred opening.

I had by now reached the point where Christa had experienced her pain and moving backwards so that my pussy was resting between her so delectable parted thighs I began the massage anew but noticed that I had left behind a wet patch of my womanly secretions which was disappearing fast between the twin globes of her buns and which surely must soon make contact with her puckered anus which was tantalisingly hidden from view. 

I wanted to lick her then, lick my juices form that wondrous valley but dared not in case it offended her. She began to moan as my fingers touched and massaged her bum cheeks and I wondered if they were moans of sensual pleasure from the finger pressure or whether they were really moans of ecstasy. My fantasy preferred to think the latter but bringing myself sharply back to reality I knew deep down she could not be experiencing the very same feelings that I was and that it was after all a thing in my mind.


Changing position yet again I moved now to straddle her lower back but facing the other way this time. The only contact between our bodies was that of my now very damp pubes teasing her skin. I knelt higher then so that the bodily contact was broken – something deep within me had triggered the start of an orgasm which I was powerless to stop and which shook my naked frame with the force of a tornado hitting a shanty town.

I defy any woman to have a meaningful orgasm and keep completely silent about it and in that I was no exception, but tried my hardest to limit the noise to gasps and heavy breathing. 

Steadying myself once more I resumed my former position and began to stroke those taut white globes from the other direction. Was that a soft chuckle I heard behind me then? Or was my devious mind playing still more tricks? 

There was more than a little wetness oozing from me now and I wondered if Christa had noticed. I thought she must have but there was no indication from her and no conversation between us apart from a gasp of pleasure from her now and then – and my so audible moans from a few minutes before.

Her thighs had opened more I noticed, and my fingers with a mind of their own took advantage of this and delved into the softness between her cheeks, brushing the now more fully exposed cunt lips of the lady I so hoped would become my lover.

She seemed to shudder when this happened so I allowed those fingers to repeat the same movement but this time a little more slowly so as to savour the moment that would probably never return. I was determined that Christa would enjoy what I was doing and took selfish delight in pulling apart those gorgeous cheeks, bending forward to inhale her womanly odour until my face was merely inches form her puckered brown anus. Surely she must notice my hot breath on her most tender skin? I so wanted to lick that dark brown hole and bury my face between those cheeks when I noticed that there was a distinct wet patch spreading on the sheet which had not been there a few moments before. Could it be – could it really be that Christa was enjoying the fruits of my labours as much as I?

A hand tapped my thigh and a husky voice said, "Time to do my front Em."

That was all it took to shake me back into reality and I moved so that she could turn over. As she moved I turned around once more and was now facing this beautiful petite lady whose eyes were still closed but whose mouth had on it a satisfyingly smug little smile, like the cat that had got the cream.

I looked at this vision of loveliness beneath me and before resuming my straddled position above her ready to continue the massage I couldn't help but notice that her jet black pubes were as wet as mine. The fronts of her thighs were awash with her juices and this gave me hope that she would reach for me if I kept on titillating her so. 

I straddled her again then and we were cunt to cunt, my own rubbing across hers with the forward and backward motion of my massaging her breasts. Her mouth opened and she gasped yet again, muttering something impossible to hear when my oily fingers held the globes of her breasts and drew upwards to the tips to nip those alert brown nipples with increasing pressure.

It must have been the movement of my pussy on hers combined with the pressure I was boldly exerting on it that finally tore down her barriers because all of a sudden her smile disappeared to be replaced with a grimace as if she were in pain. Her neck muscles stood out and her belly and thighs became rigid. 

I kept up the movement and began to grind my cunt onto and into hers and was on the verge of cumming myself when she exploded, bucked and writhed beneath me. I leaned forward and kissed her then but so deep was her orgasm and so wrapped up in it was she that I doubt she noticed and so when she finally began to subside I slithered snakelike down her perfect little body to nestle my greedy face between her thighs, tongue gently lapping the juices that flowed so readily from my lover to be.

She felt my probing tongue, that much was apparent and opened herself wider to allow it better access into the dark velvety cavern, the fount of all her femininity. I licked and lapped and drank deep from her, my face covered with her love juices until she came again and washed me anew with an abundance of fresh love which I slurped like the greedy girl I was until she was still.

Her scent was musky and full of heightened sexual excitement, her taste was like nothing I had tasted before and must surely have been the Nectar of the Gods that the ancient Greeks talked about millennia before.

Christa took over at that point and what happened next was a revelation to me as she lovingly licked her own love secretions from my face and where it had dribbled down my neck to the cleavage between my breasts.

She took me to Heaven in a chariot of love that day and brought me back down to earth with a featherlike landing. More and more we wanted of each other and more and more we greedily took advantage of each other's bodies until with a mind blowing crescendo of dual orgasms that soaked us both we came for the last time in a rolling over 69, each vying for position until the inevitable happened and the stars floated between our eyes and the earth really did seem to move.

The next thing I remember was of Christa kissing my face again, so quite naturally I returned the favour and we licked and kissed, kissed and licked, hands resting comfortably between the other's sated thighs.

"I love you Christa," I whispered between kisses.

"I love you too Emma darling," came her equally whispered reply as she began to doze.

"Can we be lovers for ever now Christa?" I asked, fearing that this could not last.

"Oh yess!" came the more alert reply this time, " Oh yes Emma darling, for ever and ever," whispered Christa, my mother.

And we are.



The Massage



It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn't mind, I loved their company, I don't think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my "grown up" friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.

We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and putting the world to rights.

As was usual on these occasions, I seemed to end up having most of my conversations with one of John's friends, a boy of 20 called Iain. Not only was he smarter than most of the other kids and could keep up with me mentally, but we had a similar sense of humor, and he always made me laugh with his wry quips. Often everyone else would end up crashing on the carpet or disappear to bed and he and I would sit talking until the sun came up. We usually flirted a little too, lighthearted stuff, but enough to make our conversations interesting with a slight sexual edge. I love flirting; I happen to think it's one of many dying arts; I look at my daughter sometimes and think how all the subtlety seems to have disappeared from relationships. Her idea of flirting seemed to consist of saying to her fiancé, "I'm horny, shag me now."

Now don't get me wrong, I'm anything but a prude, but I do believe that there's a sensuality that they are missing out on. The art of seduction is so much more subtle than they appreciate, or maybe I'm just older fashioned than I thought!

Anyway, this particular night was at the end of a stressful week for me, I was glad to have gotten to the weekend, and hoped a few drinks and a joint would relax some of the tension from my neck and shoulders, which had been getting more painful day by day as the week progressed. As the night wore on though, and kids fell asleep and went to bed, I realized it wasn't working as well as I had hoped. I rubbed at my neck in a vain attempt to ease some of the muscles, and Iain saw me doing it and asked what was wrong.

"My back is killing me," I explained to him.

"Sit on the floor and I'll give you a massage." He offered.

Now I knew he gave wonderful back rubs because I had seen him give them to other people. He was a black belt in Ju-jitsu and I'm not sure if his understanding of the muscle groups came from there, but he certainly seemed to know what he was doing and I had heard others praise how wonderful they were, so I eagerly agreed and slipped off the couch and sidled over a seats width so I was in front of him, facing forward, between his splayed legs.

He started kneading the muscles at the top of my shoulders, and I could immediately tell why he received so many requests, it was wonderful. His thumbs pushed deep into the painful knots in my neck and shoulders, working the tension out, immediately easing the pain.

"Oh, that's lovely" I exclaimed as his thumbs worked their way down the vertebrae in my neck.

"It would be better if you lie on the floor," he said, "that way I can do your whole back."

Keen to have the pain between my shoulder blades eased the way he was my neck, I immediately found a large cushion to lie on the carpet, and went to lie on top of it.

"You'll have to take your top off." He told me in a matter of fact voice.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a good idea, but he hadn't sounded at all suggestive when he said it, so, thinking that if I'd paid £50 for a professional massage I would expect to undress for it, I did as he suggested, laid my top to one side, and made myself comfortable on the floor. I caught him looking at my breasts in my sheer black bra as I undressed, but he looked away quickly, and I put it down to being a typical guy. When he asked if I had any massage oil I directed him to a massage bar I had in a drawer, and he collected it and warmed the perfumed bar between his hands.

The sweet smell of vanilla and spices came to me as his hands began to work on my back, I loved the smell of the massage bar, and regularly used it as a body oil after my bath because the perfume was so sensual without being too heavy of overpowering.

I hadn't realized just how sore and tense my muscles were until he began massaging them, it actually hurt as he pressed into the muscles on either side of my spine, especially just at the bottom of my rib cage, and I couldn't help a small groan of pain as he pressed heavily on them with the palms of his hands.

"Just relax," he said as he continued unabated "they'll loosen off." And true to his word, as he slowly worked on each muscle over and over, the tension and pain drained away. In fact I became so relaxed I actually thought I may sleep for the first time in a week, the slow languorous hands working their way up and down my spine, and the lovely warm scent of the massage oil, were beginning to make me feel slightly drugged in a very pleasant way. I dimly heard a soft moan come from somewhere before realizing it was me, as the hands worked at the small of my back. The base of my spine has always been an erogenous zone for me, and I suddenly caught myself wishing he would gently nibble there. The realization that I was turned on was something of a shock, but I reassured myself that only I knew the effect this young boys hands were having.

His voice when he spoke to me seemed to come from far away, so engrossed was I enjoying the sensation of warm skilled hands rubbing down my spine.

"Take off your jeans and I'll do your legs too." He said.

Now there was definitely a small voice in my head at this point telling me this wasn't a good idea, he was 16 years younger than me, and although I wasn't entirely sure he was coming on to me, I had more than enough experience to know that it was heading in that direction. Therefore I was a bit surprised to hear myself murmur "Mmmm, yes please." And reach under my stomach to undo my fly. 

I moved up into a kneeling position to slide my jeans down my thighs, the realized my bra was falling off! When had that been undone? 

Embarrassed now and more than a little self conscious, I tried to slip off my jeans without revealing any more of myself. God, how awful, I thought, realizing with dread that the body of a 36 year old with 3 kids is definitely NOT the same as the body of a 19 year old, which I thought was the age of his last girlfriend. Cringing inwardly, and I'm sure blushing furiously ( I always thought blushing was something you grew out of, but seemingly not) I hastily rearranged myself back on the carpet, now naked except for a pair of black lace, high cut panties.

He didn't say a word as he warmed more oil in his hands and began spreading it up my legs, all the way from my ankles to my hips. His position to one side and slightly behind me meant that he probably had an exceptional view of my ass, and I suddenly wondered how much he could see through the lace panties. Could he tell that I was wet? Could he smell me? Was he embarrassed now and wishing he hadn't offered to do this?

Worries drifted as he slowly began kneading the muscles at the backs of my calves though, the feeling was sublime. When he reached the backs of my knees I knew I was in trouble, another erogenous zone, and his thumbs seemed to be instinctually finding just the right spot, with just the right amount of pressure. My breathing definitely got more ragged as I tried to concentrate on not moaning out loud.

As his hands slipped upwards along the backs of my thighs, he suddenly moved, now sitting straddling my legs, as he worked oil into the tops of the my thighs, my hips, and my ass where it escaped the confines of the tiny slip of black lace. His hands on my ass caused an involuntary raising of my hips to meet him, and when his hands slipped down again, thumbs caressing the inside of my thighs, I couldn't help but groan, and my legs parted slightly of their own accord.

The invitation was clearly there, and had he been a couple of years older, he no doubt would have taken it, but instead he just worked his way up and down my body, over and over again, until I felt like I was made of warm toffee.

I felt the need to say something to distract him from my obvious state of arousal, so I made some quip about how he could do this for a living, and that I should be paying him for his services. His reply, that he knew exactly how he would like to be paid, coupled with the realization that his breath was as ragged as mine, showed me that the hunger I was feeling wasn't one sided at all. He was as turned on as I was, and knowing he wanted me too, that he was touching me and lusting after me as I had been him, snapped the last of my common sense and threw it out the window.

I started to move, and he took his weight up onto his knees, raising himself above me just enough for me to be able to roll over beneath him.

His face was flushed, and his eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my face, my body, and my breasts. Still obviously not sure enough of himself to do anything, he merely said "You are so beautiful" in a voice much huskier than normal.

Now I haven't had a huge number of lovers in my time, and those I have had have always been much older than me, and usually very dominant when it came to lovemaking, but in this situation I was obviously the more experienced, and I could tell he was too scared to make the next move. If I had politely said thank you and gotten dressed at that point, he no doubt would have moved away with embarrassed speed, then jacked of when he got home, but that wouldn't ease the ache I was feeling, so I needed to make a move.

Reaching up with one hand, I cupped it around his neck, pulling his face down towards me. He didn't protest or stop me as I carefully brought his lips to mine, and when I slowly ran my tongue over his sensual top lip, I felt a shudder of desire go through him.

I let my tongue gently part his lips and push inside his mouth, his tongue was there waiting for me, gently stroking mine. 

He pulled back from me slightly, looking into my eyes. I had a moment of panic thinking he was about to tell me I had made an awful mistake, but he was obviously just looking for permission to go on, and must have found it in my own lust darkened gaze, as when he lowered his head to kiss me again, all hesitation was gone. This time he controlled the kiss, starting gently, and then slowly adding more pressure as his tongue invaded my mouth, he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth before slowly running his tongue all around the inside edge of my lips. Oh god, he could kiss too!

He lay his body down next to mine, wrapping me in his strong arms as the kiss explored and deepened. One hand began to touch me again, caressing my shoulders and arm, my side and hip, but now the touch was purely sensual, and when he pulled my hip towards him, pressing my body hard against his, I could feel the state of his arousal.

Kissing seemed all he would do though, I waited for his hand to touch my breasts, to tear off my underwear, to do SOMETHING, but although his breathing was labored and he was obviously aroused, he did nothing but kiss me. 

God, I thought, I had done everything but hang a neon sign saying YES above my head, why wasn't anything happening?

Sod it, I thought, throwing all the rules about being ladylike out the window. I was too turned on to stop now, and if he wouldn't do something, I was, and I'd worry about the consequences in the morning!

Rolling him over onto his back, I began to nibble my way down his neck, across his collarbone, and down to his chest, undoing shirt buttons as I went. His breathing told me I was doing ok, and when I lightly bit his nipple between my teeth, he let out a groan of such pure pleasure and need that I suddenly felt like a sex goddess!

Wow, I thought, all my life I had been seduced by men, letting them take control, I never realized what a rush it was to be the teacher for a change!

I moved across to his other nipple, repeating the process, sucking his nipple into my mouth, feeling it go hard against my tongue. I began to work my way down his torso, his body was wonderful, smooth skin over tight muscles, and I wanted to taste every inch of him. His breathing got faster the closer I got to his jeans, and I couldn't help but wonder, had he had a blowjob before? From someone who knew what they were doing and genuinely loved it, rather than some young girl forcing herself to give it a try?

I realized then why older women are better in bed, it's because we have no inhibitions, we've done it all before, and know how to do it right! So, ok, if I was going to do this, I was going to blow his mind! After that massage, he deserved it!

I knelt up as I reached his jeans, and reached forward and undid his belt buckle. He looked uncomfortable now, I could tell part of him wanted me to stop, but it wasn't a big enough part to actually make him stop me. He's shy! I thought, when was the last time I had met a man shy of undressing for me? Actually, I wasn't sure I ever had!

I leant back down to his mouth, and kissed him again, reassuring him as I undid his jeans.

His hands came up to tangle in my hair, his kiss was scorching now, he was so hot!

As I slid down his zip, I retraced my route down his body, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking, and sometimes biting his beautiful skin. When I got to his jeans, he raised his hips this time, all hesitation gone, overtaken by desire. I moved back slightly so I could slide his jeans and boxers down his long muscular legs. Oh God, he was beautiful!

The size of him took me by surprise, how could he have been shy with a cock like that hiding in his jeans? He was huge, and very very hard!

My hand reached out of its own accord and touched him, gently sliding my fingers over his length, his skin was so smooth, so young, I had never seen such a beautiful cock.

I bent towards him, slowly running my tongue from the base to the tip of his shaft, his answering groan sounded excited and shocked at once, and I knew right then that he had very little experience in this area! I slowly licked and nibbled all the way down again, this time moving on to his balls, sucking them one at a time into my mouth, caressing them with my hot wet tongue. His breathing got faster and faster, and his hand came up to grab my shoulder…..oh yes, he liked this! I continued to lick and suck his balls as my hand caressed up the inside of his thigh, gently scratching over the tender skin, then caressing the delicate area behind his balls, I thought about sliding a finger inside to caress his g spot, but didn't want to scare him, so left that for another time, instead moving my mouth back up the length of him to slowly lick my way around the very tip of him, before slowly sucking him into my mouth, a half inch at a time, my tongue circling and caressing every new inch that entered. 

I pursed my lips around the shaft, forming a tight circle around him before slowly sliding him in and out of my hungry mouth, all the time sliding my tongue up and down, around the head, sometimes firm and pointed, sometimes wet and wide as if licking a lollipop. My hand came up to caress his balls as I sucked, each time taking him further inside me, until he was at the back of my throat, and I had to shift my position slightly to get the angle right for him to move further. Concentrating now, breathing on the outstroke, as all air was shut off when he slid inside my throat, he was so big, and tasted so wonderful, I couldn't help but groan with desire. Just knowing I was doing this, turning on this gorgeous boy, turned me on more than I ever imagined. When I sensed his urgency building, I pulled back slightly, letting my tongue concentrate on the most sensitive area at the head of his cock, while my hand moved up to meet my mouth forming a tight O round his shaft, moving back and forward together, faster and faster, tongue moving in crazy circles inside my mouth, until I felt him grow even harder, just before his hot come erupted into my mouth and down my throat. The groan he made came from the depths of his soul, and his whole body arched as he came endlessly into my greedy mouth, still sucking, wanting more of him. 

"FUUUUCCCK!!" he cried as his eruption ended, and his tense body went suddenly limp beneath me. 

I let him slip from my mouth, eliciting another groan as my lips caressed the now ultra sensitive head. I could have laughed I felt so smug, he looked dazed, light headed, and the look he turned to me was so filled with wonder and amazement, that I couldn't resist a cheeky grin as I asked "Was that nice?"

"The universe just exploded out my dick" he gasped, then, pulling me down to kiss him with a very shaky arm, said "That was the most incredible experience of my life, thank you!" before kissing me hard on the lips. I lay down in the curve of his arm, happy and contented to have given him such joy, even though I was frustrated that I had been sidetracked from what I had wanted, which was that beautiful cock inside me!

I hadn't taken into account the amazing energy of youth though; within minutes he rolled over to begin nuzzling my neck, braver now, his hand coming up to cup my breast as his thumb stroked lazily across my nipple.

"Now" he said "However can I return the favor?"

To Be Continued...



The Massage



It was a brisk September morning in Philadelphia. The wind called softly through the trees and the leaves of fall scattered along the drive. Samantha had started her day just like any other, she had her morning run and then she raced home to shower before her appointment. Before her shower she admired herself in the mirror. She was an exceptional beauty with long, straight, brown hair that reached her mid-back. She had a very athletic body with perky c-cup breasts and her skin was a fine tan brown. 

She had been feeling exceptionally tense since her recent break up with her boyfriend of six months, Andrew. Their splitting had been a nasty one after she had discovered him in bed with one of her closest friends. She was trying to forget all that now. She was starting to think of herself and trying to participate in activities that would boost her self-esteem and relax her anxiety-ridden body. She had scheduled a massage for later on that day at the "Palms of Relaxation Massage Parlor" with a masseuse who had come recommended highly by a close friend. She finished up her morning routine, grabbed her bag, and headed out to the parlor. The breeze was stiff outside her small cottage home and her long brown hair whipped in her face as she struggled to get to her car. 

She arrived at the parlor 10 minutes before her scheduled appointment and proceeded to wait in the lounge until the receptionist called her in. Since she had a few minutes to wait, she decided to use that opportunity to fix her wind-blown hair and to apply her candy apple lip balm. Her fingers dipped into the balm and she slowly ran her finger over her lips, smacking them together and thickly coating them with sweet nectar. When she was done, she proceeded to lick the residue off of the tip of her finger. Just as she was sucking the last bits of candy apple off of her fingertip, the receptionist called her into the room. 

"Samantha? Right this way dear." 

The receptionist beckoned her into a dark room that was filled with the sounds of trickling water and ethereal music. The walls were covered with images of people meditating and on the far wall hung a diploma that read:





The Massage



It was day three of the convention, and my back was killing me. The floors of the hotel weren't padded very well, and the resulting damaging effects went straight to my spine. Fortunately my friend Barry, lead singer from one of the bands at the con, and a good friend, is a massage therapist when between gigs, was staying at the hotel, and offered to massage me.

He let me in the room, and wasn't alone. Katie, his sound person and gopher was also in the room. Barry was in my favorite shirt of his (a tight muscle t-shirt with no sleeves), and Katie was weary a pretty flower patterned sun-dress.

"I hope you don't mind that Katie's here. We were going to hit the parties after I massage you," Barry said to me.

"Not at all," I responded. I then asked him for help taking off my corset. He was having a little trouble with the laces, and Katie came over to help. It felt kind of nice having two sets of hands on me.

They got the corset off, and I felt a little self-conscious being the only one topless in the room, but I then got on the bed, and let Barry get to work. We talked about the convention, and how if you couldn't get laid here, you were an idiot, hopeless, or had too high a standard. As Barry talked about the women that he'd been eyeing all weekend, his powerful hands moved dangerously close to the sides of my breasts.

I sighed, and raised myself up a bit off the bed, forgetting totally that Katie was in the room. Barry recognized the subconscious signal I was sending, and cupped my breasts with his wonderful hands. He tweaked my nipples, and I squealed with delight. Barry took one of his hands away from my breasts and began to pull down my skirt. I then felt another pair of hands on my body. It was Katie. I looked at the mirror above the bed. In it's reflection, I notice d that she had slipped out of her sun-dress, her long hair covering her pert breasts. While was stroking my body, she was kissing Barry.

I turned over, and started to unbuckle Barry's jeans. I released his penis from it's now tight imprisonment, and slid it in my eager mouth. He moaned as I worked my tongue around his shaft, and Katie helped him out of the rest of his clothes. Barry was working his hands across Katie's body. Katie then reached down and started fingering my slit, working several fingers into my slick cunt.

Barry was about to cum, and I could tell. He grunted loudly, and he began to spurt his spunk down my throat. I took as much as I could, but a little bit leaked down my chin. I sat up, keeping Katie's glorious fingers in my twat, and kissed her, sharing a bit of Barry in our tongue entwined kisses.

Barry then began to tongue lash my breasts, while Katie and I enjoyed our making out. Katie's mouth joined Barry's, and they raced their way down to Katie's fingers and my pussy. I began to rub anything that I could get my hands on. Katie turned so that her twat was facing me. I started rubbing her ass, and she grabbed my hand and put it on her wet pussy. I began to finger her, as they both arrived at my now aching mound. 

I shrieked as the first of my many orgasms arrived. I then replaced my hand with my mouth on Katie's twat. I parted her folds, and found her clit, and she threw her head back with pleasure. "Oh, goddess! That's the spot! Terri, don't you dare fucking stop!" she said hoarsely. 

She ground her ass in my face, and I began licking her twat like it was an ice cream cone. She moved Barry out of the way, and we were then engaged in a delicious 69. We matched each other lick for lick, building in intensity until we both exploded in orgasmic ecstasy. Barry was definitely enjoying the show; he regained his erection, and was stroking it furiously.

I had to have him inside me. Katie reached over to the night-stand, and pulled out some condoms. She took one out, and went over to Barry. She licked Barry's cock from tip to base and rolled the rubber over his beautiful cock. Since I love it from behind, I got up on all fours, sticking my ass in the air. Barry took the hint, and slid his tool into my slick cunt. He felt so wonderful. We fit together like a key in a lock. Katie positioned herself underneath me, and groped at and licked my breasts.

Barry was pumping me furiously. I pushed back, matching him stroke for stroke. He then stopped, and said, "I need to taste your pussy." He pulled out and replaced his glorious cock with his mouth, if I thought that he was a god with his hands on my body, what his tongue could do to my clit. I shuddered as I came again to his oral pleasuring.

But I still needed him in me. He sensed this and slid under me on the bed. I impaled myself on his still stiff prick, as Katie straddled his face. She did so facing me, and while I was pumping up and down on Barry's shaft, Katie was suckling at my breasts, alternating between each stiff nipple until I could take it no longer.

I let out a guttural sound as I came. This caused Barry to shoot his load, as I could feel his manhood throbbing inside me. Then Katie exploded in ecstasy, cuming on Barry's face. Katie and I collapsed onto the King sized bed on either side of Barry, making his face the middle of a breast sandwich. Oh, goddess, that was glorious.

After a while, we all showered together, but that's another story.



The Massage



I’m lying on my stomach, a towel loosely covering my buttocks, my back bare. My eyes are covered with a blindfold that is made from the softest material I have ever felt. I listen to slow sensual music coming through headphones. There’s a smell to the room that makes me think of a light rain on a tropical beach. The temperature of the room is so perfect it’s seems to be almost nonexistent. Not warm, not cold. 

The herbal tea and music have brought me to a state of relaxation that I didn’t think I could reach. This is a gift from my husband, the ultimate massage. He gave me the gift as a fiftieth birthday present.

I’m thinking that I’m going to owe him a pretty special payback when all of a sudden; with no warning I feel a pair of warm hands on my feet. I jump a little with surprise. The hands gently rub both my feet, after a minute my left leg is bent at the knee and raised straight up in the air. The hands start to work my calve gently but firmly, then back to my foot. No toe’s left untouched.

I sense that these are the hands of a man although it’s hard to be sure with all the senses except touch and smell being blocked out. The hands now move to the other leg. The sensations are taking me almost to the point of sleep. I don’t believe that I could move if I wanted to. 

The hands leave me. The next thing I’m aware of is a warm liquid being slowly dripped on my back. First a drop on this shoulder then one on my lower back, the drops start to fall like a warm rain where only one drop hits you at a time till your whole body is covered.

The rain stops and the hands are back, starting at my neck and working down to my lower back. The feelings are beyond any thing I’ve felt before. With no sight and the music blocking out all sound, the mind can only concentrate on the point where the fingers are touching the flesh. 

At the same time a hand runs itself down each of my sides and starts gently touching and massaging the bulge where my breasts are pushed out to the sides from my lying on them. The touch is so sensual that without even realizing that I’m doing it, I raise myself up just a little so the hands have better access to my suddenly super sensitive globes. The music seems to be timed with this persons touch. It all of a sudden seems to be a bit more intense.

I’m not sure if the feelings I’m having are of a sexual nature, or just a different type of pure pleasure that I have never experienced before. The hands leave my body and I’m left thinking that can’t be all. I know I’m close to the most intense physical feeling I’d ever had.

Once again the drops of warm liquid stare falling, this time on the backs of my thighs, from the backs of my knees to the to the spot where the towel just covers the bottom of my buttocks. The hands are back, gently working the fingers into the muscles of each thigh. Then so lightly the touch is barely felt, they dance from top to bottom and back. Across the top, then the outside of each leg, finally they start to work along the inside. As they tease their way upwards I think they won’t touch me there, sub-consciously hoping they do.

As the fingers get closer to my most private spots, I spread my legs just enough to allow the fingers access if they do continue upwards. They stop and work the flesh just short of my now moist and pulsing pussy. The feel, so close to the magic spot is sending ripples of both hope and pleasure like an electrical charge running up the inside of my thigh, through my womanhood, which has never felt so swollen with desire, and back down the other thigh.

The hands now remove the towel from my backside and start kneading the cheeks of my ass. I feel a drop of warmth drip into my cleft of my ass and start slowly running down between my cheeks. A finger is slowly tracing the same line that the liquid is following.

When it lightly touches the little bud of my anus my whole body twitches. Involuntarily my legs spread apart a little more. Now I know the hand is going to touch me and give me the final release I crave. 

Barely making contact it slides between the now wide open petals of my flower, past my fully engorged clitoris, and the hand cups the soft mound. It starts a massage with the heel on my clit, working the whole area with a circular motion.

The first feelings of orgasm grip me and I’m aware that I’m moaning but I can’t tell how loud because of the headphones. I’m thrusting my whole pelvis into the hand as hard as I can. The hand now slides one, for sure two, maybe three or four fingers into my pussy. They piston in and out faster then I can buck against them. Suddenly my mind and body both go rigid and the fingers find that magic spot and the whole world explodes in the most intense feelings of pleasure my life has known. One, two, three minutes the feeling continues on, finally subsiding to a point of tiredness that I can’t fight.

When I awake I find I’m still lying on the same table but covered with a light blanket. I lift the blindfold from my eyes and see that I am alone in the room. As my head clears I start to wonder if this has been real or a dream induced by the tea I was given. Then I notice the sticky wetness between my thighs, I reach down, touch myself, smile and go back to dreamland.



The Massage



You have been feeling a little stressed out lately trying to juggle all the responsibilities of motherhood and our rather active sex life so I have arranged a special day for you at the Spa where you will be treated to every treatment fit for a queen. I will be looking after Emily so after you give her the morning feeding, I scoot you out the door to La Salon for your 9:30 appointment. I have ordered the best of treatment for you and even a few special treats.

You arrive in the old house and are greeted by a sensational looking redhead who is almost a clone of you in build and height. She is wearing a loose green satin smock that accents the startling green of her eyes. She introduces herself as Megan and she will be your host for the full day of treatments. She leads you to a private changing room - very large and sumptuous in its appointments with a closet for your clothes, a large futon sofa and a wet bar with lots of fresh juices in coolers. Megan asks you to change into a robe in the closet and meet in a treatment room 1 down the hall; she points out the way and then closes the door behind her. You quickly doff your clothes and hang them in the closet and before putting on the soft yellow satin robe (loosely fitting life Megan's), you check yourself over in the mirrored wall behind the futon. Not bad! Guess you can see how I find you so much of a turn on - you almost turn yourself on as you brush your fingers across your nipples, bringing them to instant hardness! Enough of this; better get on with it. Dressing, you close you door and follow the directions and enter Treatment 1.

The room is huge! At a glance, it includes two small pools (one obviously very hot judging from the steam and the other likely cooler. In addition, there is a reclining padded lounge chair, a wide massage table as well as two doors - one marked 'Steam Room" and the other "Sauna". Meagan and another stunning woman - this one a blonde named Sandy - are standing side by side and smiling at you. "Please don't be overwhelmed. Your partner arranged for a full day of spoiling and that is what we are going to do. We will first start you off with a complete facial and body wrap to cleanse the pores. That will be followed by steam, and alternative hot and cold immersions - a lot less onerous and painful than you are likely thinking. Then we will perform a complete body exfoliation - that is removing all body hair except of course your beautiful tresses - and finish with a long relaxing massage. By the time we finish with you, you may have to crawl out of here, you will be so relaxed!"

Although you are a little nervous, you agree to put yourself in their hands for the day. They lead you over to the reclining lounge and have you drop your robe so you are lying naked on the soft vinyl. Since you are in the company of two pleasant women, you are not unduly uncomfortable. They roll over a tub of steaming grey mud-like 'stuff' and start to smooth it all over your body. As they reach your face, they cover your eyes and give you plugs for your nostrils and a tube to breath through your mouth. 

Soon, every inch of your body is covered and the warm the mud soothes you almost to the point of sleep. The gentle caresses of their hands as they apply the soothing coverage are also very relaxing and almost arousing. Just as you feel like you will drift off and the top layer of mud has almost dried, they wrap your body in warm strips of linen and then turn you over to repeat the process. With your head turned to the side and completely cocooned in mud and warm wraps, you drift off into a relaxed slumber.


It seems like hours before they come back to unwrap you and rinse the softened clay from your skin with a lukewarm spray. You skin feels like it is glowing and the pores feel so refreshed. You feel a little weak in the knees so they lead you over to the hot pool and lower you in to relax for ten minutes; then into the cold pool - a shock to the system but only for 5 minutes. Then into the steam room to warm your body and purse you of all the sweat from the mud pack. As you are just reaching the point of fainting from the heat of the steam, the door opens and Megan walks in; she is completely naked and, taking you by the elbow to support you, leads you into a large shower room where Sandy is also standing naked. They turn on the multiple showerheads and the three of you stand under the water - first slightly cool to take the steam heat from your skin and then progressively hotter. As it reaches the right temperature, the two women take loofas and a scented bath lotion and thoroughly scrub every inch of your body including your full (and by now dripping) breasts and the slick wet pussy between your legs. As the friction of the loofas brushes every inch of your already turned on body, you reach over to kiss Megan lightly on the lips while Sandy lowers her head to your breast to suck on your straining nipple! I did tell you this was to be your special day of royal treatment, didn't I?

As the showerheads rinse the soap from your body, Megan and Sandy continue to make love to your turned on body for another half hour until your knees go weak from the orgasms. They have been alternating between your breasts; clit and pussy with some liberal finger fucking in your puckered hole to boot and you have cum numerous times! Sensing that you have reached the end, they turn off the water and, picking up thick soft terry towels proceed to rub your body vigorously until it glows pink. Drying themselves quickly, they lead you over to another reclining lounge, this one equipped with slightly spread and padded stirrups. They settle you in and Sandy, having dressed in a fresh loose gown again, starts to apply a facial treatment and massage from your upper chest to your forehead. You close your eyes as she speaks to you in a soft voice, explaining step by step each of the astringents and lotions she will be using.

You then feel something cool being spread over your legs and up to and around your vulva; as you open your eyes and glance down, you see that Megan is covering you with some kind of gentle depilatory lotion to totally clear off any fine hair you might have. She has even covered your pussy lips and perineum and around your rectum so that you will be completely bald! The lotion they are using, she explains, is a special all natural blend that is very mild and will not burn even the inside of the pussy lips so that you should not worry. It appears she is right since you feel no discomfort at all.

Closing your eyes, you give yourself up again until, about an hour later, you suddenly awake 9must have been so relaxed, you fell asleep) and your face feels fresh and invigorating like it never has and, looking down, see that the cream has been wiped away and your legs and pussy and shining clean and clear. Looking around and not seeing the two attendants, you reach down to touch your pussy - still spread in the stirrups and your fingers glide over a surface so smooth and soft. Reaching lower, you can't feel a trace of even fuzz anywhere all the way to your bum. You can't wait until I get my mouth on you!

The door opens and Megan arrives. She lifts your legs from the stirrups (but not until she runs her hot tongue from your sphincter to your clit so very, very slowly that you groan in orgasm! She then leads you over to the wide padded massage table (it feels so warm to your skin) and lays you on your stomach. For the next hour and a half, her hands - surprising strong for one wit such a gentle touch at other times - kneads your every muscle group starting at your toes and the bottoms of your feet, up your calves and thighs (just brushing softly at your anal opening and pussy and then over your ass cheeks and up your back to your shoulders and neck. With a gentle urging, she rolls you over and starts behind your head on your shoulders and then across your breasts - pausing this time to roll and tease your nipples until you cry out in pleasure - and then down your body to you wet and throbbing pussy where her fingers dwell for at least a half hour and finally down to your feet again.

By this time, you are so very turned on and wired that Megan climbs onto the table - wide enough for two and lays of top of you. You nipples are rubbing together and you feel something marvellous rubbing against your clit; you realize that Megan's clit is so long it is protruding outside her pussy lips and she is quite literally fucking you with it! As she crushes her lips to yours, you scream out as you shake in an orgasm beyond you wildest dreams!

Slipping off you after you have calmed down, Megan kisses you gently, covers you with a soft sheet and bids you to sleep and relax and they will be in to get you when it is time to leave.

An hour and half passes as you dream of making love to me (and Megan's image keeps slipping in from time to time). With a kiss on the lips, Megan, now dressed in her green robe, awakens you and tells you its is almost 4:00 pm and time you have to head home to your family. You can scarce believe how the time has flown but you feel so wonderful, you can't wait to get home and tell me all about your day at the Spa.

Thanking Megan (and asking her to thank Sandy) you try to tip her and find that everything has been taken care of by me. It is my gift of love to you my darling and I hope that it pleased you! 



The Massage



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About six months ago my wife started to regularly go to a "relaxation therapist." It was with a woman named Sarah who she knew through work and did it to earn extra money. My wife, Anna, initially only went as she was offered a first visit for half price was expecting very little from it, I suspect she only went as a favour to her friend. However, when she returned she told me how wonderful it was and what a professional set-up Sarah had. She had converted her second bedroom into a professional looking salon with white walls, changing room with shower, frosted windows and gleaming new equipment. She went on to tell me how she had a back massage, hand rub and a facial massage that was so nice she even nodded off for a moment. Although offered, my wife didn't have the confidence to have a full body massage as she, as like most women, thinks she is too fat (which is rubbish). After that my wife was a regular and would get the occasional free or discounted session from the recommendations she gave.

I never had the desire to go as I felt £60 was a waste when I could buy new DVD's or have a session down the pub for the same money. This changed though after I started getting really bad migraines that the doctor put down to the stress of my busy work schedule. The doctor suggested I go to a relaxation therapist, do more exercise and cut out fatty foods from my diet. Whilst I wasn't the sort of person to follow doctor's orders, my wife insisted and was going to nag me if I didn't do as I was told. She also discovered that I could get up to 80% of the cost of the relaxation therapist back through the good health insurance we had through my work. That was the clincher as I was keen to get something back from the health insurance company to whom I had given a lot of money and never yet claimed a penny.

My first session was booked. Off I went early one evening after a busy day at work and as I got closer the idea of some relaxation seemed like a good idea. I'd never met Sarah before and wasn't sure what to expect. I found the house, an average semi in a nice part of town, parked outside and wandered up the pathway. I pressed the doorbell and I saw a white clad female frame come towards the door through the frosted glass window panels. Sarah opened the door and I was in awe of her presence immediately. Sarah was quite tall for a woman, my height of 5ft. 11, with a curvaceous figure that was perfectly shown off by her white nurses style uniform. Sarah has mousy blonde hair shoulder length tied back in a ponytail and a soft face with petite features, whilst not a fashion or catwalk model, she was sexy rather than beautiful. 

Sarah introduced herself and took my jacket from me before leading me upstairs to the massage room. On the way as I followed her up the stairs I noticed that her uniform was designed for a shorter woman and only just covered the roundness of her bottom, I even caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings which I presumed to be hold-ups. The room looked similar to a dentist's office with gleaming white walls, shiny aluminium surfaces and the centrepiece being a massage table with padded face rest and ergonomic shape. In another corner was a doctor's screen and Sarah handed me a towel and pointed to it as we made small talk about what my wife liked to get done and the weather etc. Behind the screen I began to undress and was unsure if I was supposed to get naked or what, so I put a laugh in my voice as I asked her for the dress code. "You don't have to strip naked if you feel uncomfortable, but I would always suggest that you did." She replied in a compassionate voice, "You can take a shower first if you like." She continued. I felt a little odd stripping naked here with a woman I hardly knew only a few feet away but got to it nonetheless. 

Once naked I put a towel around my waist and walked into the large shower cubical behind me and closed the frosted glass door. It was a huge area and there were two additional showerheads that sprayed your lower legs and feet. I showered quickly as I was now just desperate to get started as well as being aware that my dick was ever so slightly swollen at the thought of having this sexy woman rub me down. I didn't want the added embarrassment of a stonking great erection too. I dried off quickly and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist as I walked out from behind the screens. Sarah smiled at me as I appeared and gestured for me to lie down on the table. 'If you lie on your front first I will do your legs and back first.' Sarah suggested and so I hopped onto the massage table and got myself comfortable on the soft surface that I think had lots of bubbles full of gel or water on its surface. 

Once in position Sarah lowered the table slightly with a remote and from then on she was out of sight. I gasped as she pulled my towel away from me but it was immediately placed back over my arse as she got me into position. I felt out of place at first as she started with my legs and thighs before moving to do my back and shoulders. After 20 or 30 minutes of this I realised what all the fuss was about as I felt so relaxed, almost sleepy relaxed and definitely in my own little world. My one problem however was that I now had a full on erection and it was one of those that felt that extra inch bigger than usual and in desperate need of either a cold shower or release.

My problem was brought to attention when after another five minutes or so Sarah asked if I could roll onto my back so that she could do my neck and shoulders. She sensed my apprehension and giggled a little before saying, "Is your dick all relaxed and hard?" I felt so embarrassed and didn't really answer with anything more than a grunt. 

"Not to worry, it happens all the time to my husband. It is just the way you men are made."

This statement confused me a little so I asked her if any other men got aroused when she massaged them.

"I don't normally do males," she said, "Only I was persuaded by Anna that you were in need of a session with me!" 

Now I felt even more out of place and my dick was beginning to feel uncomfortable being squashed under my body, "I don't mind and I won't think worse of you if you make a tent in your towel as I do your front, you know." 

Sarah was now trying to make me feel a little better and the thought of letting my dick free was enough for me to agree. I felt Sarah lift the towel slightly from over my backside and I gently rolled onto my back away from her. I noticed her looking up and to one side in a professional looking manner to spare me further embarrassment but noticed her willpower fail as her eyes darted to my crotch and away again, so fast that I only just saw it happen. As I straightened up and got myself comfortable I could see my dick pointing skyward and indeed as swollen as it can get, the foreskin stretched back a little so that the purple head and eye were just visible. 

Once settled Sarah lay the towel back over me but I noticed her take another look as she did so but pretended not to notice. This behaviour wasn't what I would expect from a woman but I could tell from her flushed cheeks that the situation was getting to her. We both gave a little chuckle at the sight of the white towel tented over my groin, the tenting effect actually made my dick look even bigger than it was. I was very turned on as Sarah got herself into position to do my front and as such I couldn't help it as I inadvertently tensed my muscles from time to time making my hard-on jerk, the towels movement exaggerating the effect. Again I could see that Sarah was watching my groin area where possible but I could also tell that she didn't want to be caught looking. The jerking movements of my dick were getting more vigorous and more regular which was causing the towel to slip. I was about to readjust it when my brain stopped me. I was now desperate for Sarah to see how turned on and hard I was, her covert glances told me that she wanted to see it out in the open and I wanted her to see it. I was sexed up and was wondering how far this could go, my wife was in the back of my mind but I felt that provided we didn't actually fuck each other she would understand. We had partaken in a group-masturbation with another couple before and had even fucked in front of others. I was clear in my mind and was jerking in a way that was deliberately making the towel fall.

Sarah was just finishing on my shoulders and her face was above mine as she kneaded the tensed muscles near my neck. Then it happened, my towel fell to the floor exposing my dick to her as it continued to twitch desperate for release. Sarah's hand movements slowed and I knew she was staring at it by the position of her head. Sarah then realized where she was and moved to pick up the towel. I called her name and she stopped to look at me, her face very red and flushed but a little grin on her lips. 

"Since you've seen it I see no reason to cover it back up, if that's ok with you!" I said. 

Sarah looked at me as her brain processed the information and then smiled at me saying that she didn't mind at all. She then smiled a big grin and I could see apprehension in her face as she plucked up the courage to say her next sentence.

"Would you like 'it' massaged also?" was what came from her lips and we both knew that this is what we wanted.

I nodded to her as I warned of my closeness to eruption already. She laughed at me and said that she would be gentle with me. Sarah put a little massage cream on her hand and slowly moved towards my dick. Once close she took hold and wrapped her dainty fingers around it about half way up my shaft. Slowly she moved her hand to the base, then all the way to the head before dropping a little faster to the base again. I was in heaven and the sensations told me it would be a quick hand job as her technique was perfect and in a masterful rhythm, she had done this before I was sure! It was less than a minute before I told her it was time and she slowed her up and down movements to prolong my pleasure. It had only been four days since I had had sex with Anna but I shot a load that any porn star would be proud of. It arched a huge string of come over my head and then a second that left a line along the length of my torso, the remainder oozed over Sarah's hand as I looked towards her. Her face was full of lust as she carefully caressed the last of my come from my dick.

Once I had started to calm down from my orgasm Sarah suggested I take a shower to clean myself up as I was covered in spunk. As I stood up she used my chest as a towel and wiped her spunk-covered fingers all over me in an effort to clean them off. I gingerly got up and made my way to the large shower cubicle and turned on the water, which had remained at the same temperature that I had left it set to earlier. As I washed down I was given a fright as Sarah threw the door open and stood in front of me completely naked, her uniform neatly folded over the top of the screens adjacent to us. Sarah was heavenly with a nice tan from head to toe and not a tan line in sight; she had firm tits which looked huge, probably 38 D's or close to it, which sat perfectly on her chest; her legs were long and athletic looking, like an Olympic runner, but still very feminine; and her pubes were neatly trimmed and looked like they too were exposed to the sun or sun-bed regularly. She looked at me sheepishly and asked me if she could join me in the shower to clean up or just help me to get clean. I wasn't going to refuse and took a step deeper into the large cubicle to allow her access. Once in and the door closed behind us we just stared at each other as we took in each others body for a few moments as the warm water sprayed down between us like a wall of water.

Sarah and I had uttered very few words to each other and it wasn't going to change here as she knelt down in front of me and took my soft, yet slightly swollen, dick into her mouth. I just stood there in heaven as she blew me gently but still in a very sexual way, not like a lover but like we were going to fuck for thrills. Once I was hard and throbbing again she withdrew and stood under the water making every inch of her wet. She had me captivated and I pounced on her and fell to my knees in front of her kissing her soft abdomen down towards her soft curls. Sarah had a natural odour about her that was mingled with perfume to create the perfect effect. I held her as she opened her legs and leant back against the shower wall to give me better access, a gasp coming from her as the cold tiles pressed into her back. I was looking at a perfectly formed pussy that had been clean-shaven and was gaping already, telling me just how turned on she was. I pressed my tongue towards her opening and she gasped again as she grasped at my shoulders for balance. I gently eased her lips open with my fingers and took in her innermost beauty before pushing my mouth to her pussy and pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I then withdrew and circled her clit that was now engorged and bigger than any I had seen before. 

As I circled her clit I could tell it was sending her wild as she was breathing heavily and whimpering with every brush of my tongue. When I moved my tongue back into her gaping hole she brought her hand down and started using a finger to rub next to and around her clit, it was obviously too sensitive to touch and she was getting close to orgasm. I sat back on the floor and watched as she masturbated in front of me whilst I opened my legs and took a hold of my throbbing dick. We watched one another wanking for quite some time; both of us getting close and then backing off to extend our pleasures. Sarah then stood back upright and pushed me to one side so that I was lying down in the cubicle. My legs were bent to stop my feet from pushing the door open and then she positioned her gaping pussy dripping with shower water and thicker juices over my face and knelt down over me into a 69 position. I eagerly went at her, but took care not to hurt her clit that was red and desperate to give Sarah her orgasm. Meanwhile I could feel Sarah take my dick back into her mouth and suck hard as she moved up and down on it. This time she wasn't tender, she was fucking me and wanted my come in her mouth, something she wouldn't have to wait too long for. As I lapped at Sarah's pussy, the warm spray splashing over us, she let go of my dick and moaned out her orgasm, her body tensing as a little fluid oozed out of her. She wasn't about to stop though and took my cock deep into her mouth again whilst using her hand to rub the base. I was ready too and shot my second load of the night firstly into her mouth then, as she moved off me, onto her pretty face.

Satisfied we both sat next to each other in silence as we came down from our highs while the warm water continued to spray our bodies. Fifteen minutes passed before I decided to move and hauled myself up to shower properly and soap up my come splattered body. Sarah stood as well and we ended by soaping one another down, each of us taking extra special care with our sensitive groins. I also took plenty of time to ensure her tits were nicely soaped and cleaned. I noticed my fingers were now pruned and decided I really ought to head home to Anna whom would now be waiting for me.

Once out of the shower I dressed and went to pay Sarah but she insisted that her orgasm was better than money and that if I ever wanted to come back it would only cost me giving her an orgasm. I booked for next week and once she was dressed again was lead down and we said our goodbyes. Just as Sarah was showing me out the door her husband came out from the lounge, said hello and introduced himself asking how it was. "Better than expected!" was all I came out with before saying a final farewell, until next week that is. I couldn't believe what we had got up to with her husband so close!

We had three or four sessions like that, but in future sessions we both started out naked and I would fondle Sarah while she massaged my body. We never had sex together as it became apparent that neither of us wanted to go that far. Sarah is the first woman I've known who will often ejaculate a little when she comes and this is sexy for me to watch, particularly as she initially felt a little embarrassed about it.

Sarah would send me invoices that she didn't want paying for (in monetary terms anyway) which my insurance company received from me and in turn sent me a cheque every now and then. I was getting paid for my sessions with Sarah!



The Massage



You lay naked on the bed, the lights low so you can just barely see me. Your hair held back with a small rubber band and quite music playing in the back ground. You close your eyes as the warm oil spills over your back cascading down your sides and covering your torso. My hands begin their dance over your tingling flesh, the steady pressure soft in places and hard in others. You sink deeper into the mattress letting the stress flow from you through my hands and away, you feel both relaxed and rejuvenated at the same time. My slick palms move lower, cupping you ass and kneading away your tension. A pause and then more oil pouring over your legs, my grasp returning, first to one leg and then the other.

Up the length of your calves and back down, each pass my hands making their way higher, closer to your center. 

Finally my fingertips brush your lips, eliciting a squirm and murmur of pleasure to escape your lithe form. Hands slide back down and up again with more pressure, more passion, more persistence. Another pause, you feel the bed shift as I add my weight between your splayed legs. One large hand encompasses each ankle, working slowly up and covering every inch of exposed flesh. A warm splash against your tailbone makes you start as heat spreads down your crotch. A breath of air from my lips caress you nether regions, causing a warming in your wet passage. My chin connects gently at the small of your back and follows my hands up your body. Three points of pressure push you forward and drag back, my whiskers scratching against your spine and bringing shivers from every pore. On the next pass you feel my chin, followed by my chest pressed smoothly into your frame. One slow movement presses you further into the mattress and stills your breath until you feel a retreat flowing down your body to your feet and off again. Almost instantly a repeat of bodies pressing, just a little further, you feel my hardness just pass your folds and slip down to rock your throbbing clit. And then everything is gone again.

The backs of my hands smooth over your inner thigh and make their way to the target of your apex, light strokes brush your outer lips apart allowing me access. My thumb and finger firmly press over one lip, squeezing lightly up and down before moving to its companion. the edges of these maddening pinchers brush your opening on every stroke and then your clit. The hands leave you for a moment and you whimper in anticipation till you feel one tip brush your clit on its journey upwards. Another follows, but stays gently rocking your button as the other makes its way slowly past your simmering entrance. A hook in this intruder places a new pressure on the top wall of your joy. Slowly you feel the pressure increase and circle your G-spot as the slippery digit outside makes your mouth dry and your pussy salivate. Your whole body tenses in violence unleashed and the fingers are drawn away as you catch your breath. My body presses you to the mattress again as a whisper in your ear commands you roll onto your back. 

Dreamily you comply, my hands encircle your neck and you feel your head lift to the press of fingers on your spine. Strength lowers you back to rest and a shocking splash of warm oil covers your chest, making your nipples strain to break free. Delicate hands knead and stretch your breasts and stomach, leading you back to restfulness perched on the abyss. your knees are parted and a warm breeze crawls over your sex.

Tongue tip brushes you open, lingering for but a moment before climbing its way up your body, with stops at the peaks and valleys before entering your mouth. A nudge of flesh at your steaming soul is followed by a steady invasion that fills you to bursting. light fingers and gentle hands cover your body as gentle persistence in your loins builds to juggernaught force. Your body leaps with the bed undermine and yearns for more as one lazy hand traces delicate circles on your clit. You soul screams with wave followed on wave of pleasure and your eyes open to catch mine. One last thrust and the damn bursts wide, both of us caught in the current. Savage quakes make way for glowing release as our juices pool slowly beneath us. A gentle kiss, a mournful withdraw and we are again two until the next time. 



The Massage



This is all true, and it amazes me that it happened to my wife, Cheri, who is extremely modest and rarely would consider going braless. We have been married 22 years, and she and I have three children. We've always had great sex, and she gets turned on quite easily. She can orgasm many times during a good session. She is a tall blonde, thin with 34B breasts and beautiful blue eyes.

Once when we were dating, she left her panties off when we went out to dinner, and flashed me in the parking lot. Normally for her, that's as much public display as she can handle. I would love to have her go braless, tease me with her clothes, or even flash me from time to time, but she is to shy and concerned about not having bigger breasts. She will dress more sexily for me at home, and usually this means she's in a playful and sexual mood. But going out? That's time to be conservative.

She does love getting massages, though. For me, giving a massage is always a prelude to sex, since I can't resist her body, especially once I start touching it. So Cheri will at times schedule a massage with one of the local spas, and get her shoulders or feet rubbed by some lady and get the relaxation she needs from the massage from them. 

I decided that a great gift for her birthday would be an extensive spa experience, including a massage. So I called one of the local well-regarded spas and arranged for a half day session of relaxation – hot tub, body wash, manicure and pedicure, facial, hair, and of course, a massage. She went off that afternoon with my blessing, and with me home watching the kids, and I fully expected her to have a calm, uneventful, enjoyable day.

She came home early in the evening all flushed and excited. She at first avoided my questions, and said, "Later." So I put the kids to bed and went to find Cheri. She was waiting for me in the bedroom. The lights were low, and she had put on a very flimsy nightgown which she never wears (too impractical). I figured this was to thank me for the spa day, but little did I know...

"Come and let me tell you about my day!" She was still somewhat flushed, so I assumed the body wash must have been great. "Sure," I said, changing quickly into my gym shorts and hopping into bed next to her. She propped herself up on a couple pillows, and already I started to get excited by her outfit. The lacy red material allowed a faint vision of her perfect breasts, nicely upturned with pink delicate nipples, which are always sensitive to touch. She knows her body drives me crazy, and it was now!

"So, I checked in for my day at the Spa, and everything was very organized. My day's schedule was given to me, and was was shown to the locker room to change. The lady behind the desk handed me a terry cloth robe, slippers, and a locker combination and pointed the way to my locker. She instructed me to get fully undressed, put on the robe, and walk into the Jacuzzi room to wait for my attendant. She slyly winked at me and told me to enjoy my day."

This all seemed normal, and I still was distracted by the hint of her nipples poking through the nightgown. Why was her breathing so heavy? The thought of Cheri walking around a spa naked under a robe was enticing, and started to pique my interest.

She continued. "I went into the Jacuzzi room and it was a bigger room than I thought. There were three large hot tubs in there, but I was the only person in the room. I sat down on a bench and waited. Then the most startling thing happened. A man walked in!"

Now she had my full attention. What? A man? This didn't seem right, I would never have guessed that men even worked at the Spa! We both sat straight up in the bed. Sheri whispered, "He said his name was Dale, and he was going to be my attendant for the day! He had a copy of my itinerary, and put in on a clipboard. He came over and shook my hand. He was tall, about 6 feet, nicely tanned and really handsome."

"He told me the first step was the body wash, and that was done in the Jacuzzi. He ushered me to one of the hot tubs, and told me to undo the robe."

My mind was racing. She never lets anyone see her naked! She wears one piece bathing suits with liners so you can't appreciate her nipples, and is very careful to never slip up. No low cut blouses, not even a sundress without a built in bra! We were both virgins when we met, and even though she is playful and flirtatious, she had boundaries with all her previous boyfriends. She had done some petting, but from what I heard, she was very shy about her body even then. I doubt there were more than 3 males on this planet who have seen her breasts, and I am lucky to be one of them!

"Dale then eased my robe off my shoulders while instructing me to descend into the hot tub, where the jets and the salts in the water would cleanse my skin. He stood behind me and totally removed my robe!" She was even more flushed now, and I knew this was exciting her. She got a charge out of being naked in front of this man! Cheri seemed breathless, "I didn't know what to do, and I was really embarrassed, but I figured he knew what he was doing and probably did this every day." I wanted this guy's job. I felt jealous but incredibly excited at the same time. Was this guy going to see my wife naked?

I sputtered, "What? He was standing right behind you and you had no clothes on? I assume he turned around to give you some privacy while you got into the tub?"

"Nope."

You can't imagine the feeling of jealousy and excitement coursing through my now pounding arteries. And I was hard as a rock.

"I stepped down into the hot swirling water slowly, and Dale walked around to the front of the tub. He definitely saw my breasts!" I could tell this was exciting her almost as much as it was exciting me. This was new ground for both of us, and both of our reactions were surprising us.

"Dale bent down and adjusted the jets of the Jacuzzi so they were aimed right at me. It felt great and I got so excited. I could see his eyes as the jets buffeted my breasts and made them wiggle, like this." She brought her hands up to her chest and lightly pushed on the sides of both breasts so they shook just a little.

I was amazed. "How did you feel about this?" I asked. Cheri slowed down a little, saying "I was embarrassed but so excited! I was getting turned on watching this man look at my breasts! After about ten minutes or so he said it was time for my pedicure. I was wondering where he'd go while I got out of the tub, but he just grabbed my robe and held it open for me. I didn't know what to do, so I got up and stepped out of the tub. He helped me into the robe and led me to a chair with foot rests."

I was shocked. She was now walking around in front of this man naked, and he's helping her into her robe! I was even more shocked at how excited I felt.

"Dale then proceeded to give me a foot massage. I could swear he could see up my robe. The way I was sitting didn't allow for much modesty." I could picture Cheri trying to keep her legs together while Dale massaged her feet, and not being entirely successful doing it. What a view. Cheri is a natural blonde.

I was going to explode. Cheri sensed my excitement and I think she knew how this would affect me. Why else would she be wearing the red nightie? She grabbed my penis through my shorts. She smiled. She knew, this was really getting to me. She went back to the story.

"Dale rubbed my feet for 20 minutes and then a lady walked in. I was pretty excited by then, you know how much I love having my feet rubbed. She told me it was time for my facial and hair. I was disappointed that Dale was done, but she informed me he would finish with my massage after she did her thing." The anticipation was killing me. Sensing this, Cheri removed the lace panties and reached down. She touched herself fleetingly, bringing her finger up to my face for inspection. It was soaked.

"After the facial, hair, manicure, the lady brought me to a room that had a massage table and soft lighting. Dale was there, smiling. He took my hand and led me to the table. It was warm. Again he stood behind me, helping to remove my robe. I layed down on the table face first, and he spread a light sheet over my butt." She spread her legs in the bed, inviting me forward. I was so turned on I couldn't even see straight, but I leaned into her, entering her easily. I can't remember Cheri being this wet! She grabbed my hips, sensing my need, and slowly guided me in and out as she told the story.

"Dale proceeded to give me the most luxurious massage. He started with my shoulders and neck, slowly working his way down my back." I was entranced. "How did you feel?" I asked. "Wonderfully excited, but I figured this was all business, and didn't anticipate any big deal. On the other hand, when he got down to my butt, he didn't stop at the sheet." She quickened our pace somewhat. " He massaged my butt cheeks firmly and slowly. I could feel, you know, down there, getting incredible wet." Well, she certainly was wet now. I was approaching an orgasm fast. "What next?" was all I could choke out. 

"He rubbed and I could feel my lips pulling apart which gave me a delicious feeling. I was so excited! But I was embarrassed since I could smell sex and I'll bet he could too." I could. She continued. "He moved down to my legs and rubbed them up and down. I swear I could have come if he just kept that up." I felt I could have too. 

"Then it was time to turn over. I hadn't anticipated this, but Dale held the flimsy sheet covering my butt while I flipped over. He held it way up. I expected it to cover my breasts as well as below my waist, but he just casually let it fall over my pubic area, leaving my breasts fully exposed!" She stopped me now, holding me steady inside her. I could tell she was as excited as me.

"He put something cold and wet over my eyes at this point. He massaged the front of my legs, standing at the bottom of the table. I'm sure he could see right between my legs. He would lift them and massage the insides. I was dripping wet, and I know there was a large spot forming on the sheet." She reached down between us and slowly began to rub circles on her clitoris. She never does this with me either, although I'm sure she does this alone. I started to move in her again.

"He didn't really touch me down there, but his hand would graze the spot from time to time. I'm sure it was accidental, as he had to do my upper thighs. I know I was breathing so hard at this time. He moved up my body, although I couldn't see him, I know he was drinking in my body. I don't think the sheet was covering anything at all, so I didn't complain when I felt it side completely off. I can't believe I was lying there, totally naked, in front of a stranger, and I was so excited it felt like I was on fire." I was, and I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. She seemed to be staying with me, increasing her pace with her hand.

"I thought maybe it was over, but then felt his hands on my upper stomach with fresh warm oil on them. He massaged up to my breasts, doing slow circles around them. I didn't think they were allowed to touch them, but I was hoping he would." Did my wife just tell me she hoped some guy would touch her breasts?

"I was breathing so hard, and I was so turned on, and this man I didn't know was tracing around my breasts! I could feel it building in me, I wanted to come so badly. You know how sensitive my breasts are?" She used her other hand to move the straps of her nightie down, showing me the tops of her nipples. I slowed my pace inside her since I was right there, about to come. Cheri, on the other hand, quickened her pace with her hand and grabbed her nipple with the other.

"Then suddenly, Dale took both my nipples in his fingers and began to roll them back and forth. The sudden rush of this made me come!" And she started coming with me as well. She bucked and shuddered, then opened her eyes, looking right at me. "I came twice before he finished squeezing my nipples." I exploded inside her, the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.

Dale helped her up soon after, putting her robe on her and leading her silently to the locker room. Cheri said she sat in chair for about 20 minutes enjoying the wonderful feelings she had just experienced, then got dressed, left a big tip for Dale, and drove home to me. 

No wonder she was so flushed when she got home.



The Massage



He came home with a headache and very tired. He threw his keys on the table in the entry way and dropped his briefcase on the floor. He leaned against the door and sighed. All he wanted was a drink and a hot shower to relieve the tension in his body. He sighed heavily and made his way upstairs, taking off his jacket and tie as he did. He pushed open the bedroom door and dropped his tie and jacket on the chair by the wall. He then pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He undid his belt and let his pants drop and stepped out of them. He walked out of his shoes and pulled off his socks and walked into the bathroom in just his briefs, and turned on the shower. 

The steam began to fill the bathroom as he went to the medicine cabinet and popped two aspirin into his mouth and turned on the faucet and cupped his hand under the water and threw some into his mouth to swallow them. He leaned his head back to swallow them. He turned and slipped his briefs off and stepped into the shower, closed the door, and let the water run over him. He leaned his head back into the water and let the water massage his head. He leaned forward and let the water his neck, rolling his head back and forth to ease the tension. 

He opened his eyes and looked up as the door to the shower opened slowly. He looked over and saw her leaning against the door with nothing on but her bra and panties. She smiled at him shyly and looked into his eyes.

"Want some company?" she whispered softy. 

He held out his hand and pulled her into the shower with him, brought her right next to his body and hugged her close to him. He reached around her back and unsnapped her bra, dragged it down her arms and threw it over the shower door. He then brought her back to him and hugged her to him again. Just feeling her against him made him feel good. 

They stood like that for a long time, when she leaned away from him and whispered for him to turn around. While he did so, she shimmied out of her panties and threw them over the shower door. She reached around him and took the soap and in her hands and began to lather him all over, massaging his neck and his shoulders, running her hands down his back and back up again. He leaned against the tile and moaned and she ran her hands over his shoulders again and smoothed them down his arms. 

He turned around and wrapped his arms around her again and held her against him. He leaned down and kissed her neck. He felt her arms wrap around him as the soap ran off of his body. She reached up and massaged his neck again and then reached up and massaged his temples gently. He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. 

"Feel better?" she whispered. 

He nodded and kissed her gently. He opened his mouth and sucked her lower lip into his mouth slowly. She opened her mouth and kissed him back softly. She leaned back and looked at as water ran over them both. She turned them around to place herself under the water and rinse off the soap. She leaned over and opened the shampoo bottle and began lathering her hair. He smiled at her and turned her around and began washing her hair for her. He loved doing this for her. He turned her around to rinse her hair out and then turned her back around. She leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her tummy and pulled her back against him. They stood like that for a few minutes before she leaned over and turned off the water. 

She turned and motioned for him to open the shower door and followed him out of it. She reached over and turned off the harsh bathroom light, and grabbed a towel to dry him off. She wrapped it around him and dried off his chest and arms, then his back. She bent down and dried off his legs, and then wrapped the towel around his waist, tucked it in and kissed him on the lips. 

"If you go and lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage." She whispered against his mouth. 

"You will?" he groaned, hoping he'd heard her right. 

"Yes I will." She leaned up and brushed her breasts against him and kissed his chin. "Now go lay down and I'll be there in a few minutes." She patted his behind and smiled as he walked out of the bathroom. She began drying herself off and drying her hair, hoping he'd done as she asked and lain down. He looked exhausted and so tired. She dried her hair with a towel so she wouldn't disturb him with the hairdryer. She looked around and grabbed his dress shirt, putting it on and inhaling his scent. She then reached over and picked up the lotion bottle and went out to him.

He was laying on his side of the bed naked, having thrown the towel onto the floor. She leaned against the bathroom door and admired the view for a moment, then pushed away from the doorframe and lit a candle on the table by the bed. She turned off all of the lights and slowly slid onto the bed next to him. She lay next to him, trailing her hand up his back, enjoying the feel of his skin. 

"Are you awake?" she whispered into his ear. 

He mumbled yes and turned his head. She kissed his ear gently and took the lotion, placed some in her hands and began to massage it into his shoulder. She slowly rubbed his shoulder in a circular motion then moved to the other side. She then straddled his back, but didn't sit down fully and leaned forward and began to gently rub her fingers into his neck. She gently rolled each side slowly and gently, and began working her way down his spine. In slow circles with her fingers she worked her way down his spine and then started the process over when she reached his tailbone. She did this for several minutes, and felt him relax under her hands. She felt his breathing deepen and realized he had fallen asleep. 

She smiled to herself and slipped off of him, kissed his cheek and left the room and closed the door. She padded quietly downstairs to the kitchen, where she looked for something to eat. She grabbed a bottle of water and looked for something to make a sandwhich with. She finally found some turkey, cheese, and bacon and pulled them out. She turned on the radio and found the 80's station and danced around the kitchen like Tom Cruise in Risky Business while making her dinner. As she spread mayo on her bread, she thought about making one for him but thought better to let him sleep, since he was so tired. She licked mayo off of her finger and suddenly felt hands on her shoulders. 

"You left me all alone." He said into her ear, slowly kissing her neck. 

"You were very tired, and had a headache." She whispered and leaned her head so he could kiss her neck more. 

"My headache is gone." He turned her around to face him and pushed her up against the kitchen counter. "And I've regained my strength." He murmured before he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. 

She opened her mouth under his and felt his tongue sweep her mouth. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. She felt his hands move up and cup her breasts through the shirt she was wearing. She whimpered into his mouth when she felt him pull back from her. He pulled away slightly and looked down. 

"That's my shirt you're wearing."

"Yea," she murmured. "It was the first thing I found to put on after the shower." 

He undid the first button and kissed her slowly. 

"Have I thanked you for the massage?" he asked, as he undid the next button. 

"No." she whispered. "You don't have to. I was happy to do it for you." Her voice trailed off as she watched him lower his head and kiss between her breasts. He slowly undid the next button and kissed lower. 

"But I want to thank you." He murmured against her stomach, unbuttoning the next button. It was then looking down watching him that she realized he had come down after her completely naked. She reached down and ran her hands over his shoulders. He slowly undid all the buttons and pushed the shirt open and stood back up in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her softly against the lips, moving his mouth against hers slowly, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned into his mouth. 

He slowly began kissing her neck with hot, wet, open mouth kisses which he knew drove her crazy. He reached inside the shirt and cupped her breasts in his hands, gently running his thumbs over her nipples. He heard her panting against his ear, turning him on more. He pulled her against him and tugged the shirt off of her and threw across the kitchen. He turned her around, facing the kitchen counter. He ran his hands up her legs, past her hips, and reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled her back against him. He bent his head, pushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder and neck. 

She leaned back against him and gasped to feel him hard against her bottom. She felt his warm hands holding her breasts and his mouth against her. She moaned aloud and gripped the counter in front of her. 

"Let's go upstairs." She panted.

"No." he groaned into her ear. "Too far." He stroked her back with one hand and slid his hand over her bottom and gently slid his hand between her legs. He felt her warm and wet against his fingers. He slid his hand against her and felt her move her hips back against him. He smiled against her shoulder and pushed one finger into her and heard her gasp. 

He whispered into her ear to lean forward and spread her legs wider for him. She did as he asked and he stepped up behind her and guided his cock to her pussy and felt the heat of her on the head. He moaned and leaned forward, pushing the tip into her slowly. He kissed her ear and pushed a little further. He heard her moan and felt her shift against him. 

"Is this ok?" he panted in her ear, and pushed against her, sliding more of his cock into her warmth. 

"Yes." She moaned. "Don't stop." She pushed back against him and more of him slid inside her. "Oh my God, that feels good." She panted. 

He groaned and pushed all the way into her, feeling her pussy tight around his cock. He pulled her back against him and kissed her neck, cupping one breast in his hand and massaging her mound with the other. He slid his fingers lower and gently grazed her clit with a finger and heard her cry out. He realized she was very close to orgasm and decided to ease her pain first. 

He pushed gently on her shoulders, putting her hands on the counter. He pulled back and began sliding back and forth into her pussy, very slowly rocking against her, listening to her moan and pant and feeling her clench him inside her. He saw her throw her head back and heard her moan loudly. He felt her clench hard on his cock and cry out at her release. He slowed down and gently stopped thrusting and buried his face in her neck, catching her as she fell against him. He murmured gently to her, kissing her neck. 

"That was different." She panted, and held his hands around her. 

"Did you like it?" he whispered, wanting to make sure she did. 

"It was very enjoyable." She answered slowly. She ran her hands over his arms slowly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and kissed his cheek. "But I like facing you and holding you against me." She whispered. 

"Mmm, I understand." He murmured. He slowly pulled out of her, and stepped in front of her. He lifted her up onto the kitchen table. "This does have its advantages." He softly laughed and kissed her, cupping her breasts, he stepped between her legs and pushed his cock to her entrance. He slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her forward. "Come closer to me baby." He leaned forward and thrust his cock deep into her all at once. Hearing her gasp, he pulled back to make sure she was ok. She looked into his eyes. 

"Don't stop, do it again." She begged. 

He groaned and began to pump inside her. He felt her wrap her legs around his hips and grab onto his shoulders. He braced his hands on the table and pumped faster into her, laying his forehead against hers, panting against her lips. She held onto him, urging him with her moans and whispers. She looked up at him and her eyes widened. 

"I'm almost there." She panted. "Don't stop." 

He kissed her hard and thrust harder, feeling her clench around him and arched her back. She cried out against his mouth and gripped his shoulders. She let her head fall back, exposing her neck. He buried his face into her neck and pumped harder, once more, then twice and came, grunting against her neck. His body shook as he came inside her, panting against her neck. He felt her wrap her arms and legs around him. He pulled her up to sit up and kissed her softly. She smiled up at him. 

"I think I've been properly thanked." She murmured. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.



The Massage



Annabelle sat in the lounge of a fancy New York spa drinking hot tea and listening to the gurgle of the fake waterfall. Her white robe revealed the top of her C breasts, her tanned skin and her long legs. Her brown hair was down across her shoulders and her green eyes were bright as always. She was petite and gorgeous by any man's standards, the man on the other side of the lounge stared at her relentlessly. She had been sitting there for five minutes when her masseuse arrived. Her masseuse, who's name was Brittney was curvy and tall. Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail.

"Annabelle?" Brittney asked. The first thing Annabelle noticed when she looked at Brittney was her long legs and how utterly beautiful she was. Brittney noticed the hint of Annabelle's breasts peaking through the gap in her robe. "Follow me." Brittney led the way into a massage room where the lights were turned down. "Here, you can get under the sheets and I'll be back in a second." With a smile she left the room and Annabelle took off her robe and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Taking a moment to glance at her naked form in the mirror, Annabelle ran her hands over her perky breasts and her nipples hardened immediately. With a mischievous smile Annabelle climbed between the warm sheets. Soon came Brittney's knock at the door and she entered. It was all Brittney could do not to rip the sheets off of Annabelle's beautiful body and lick her wet cunt. She restrained herself and got back to her job. "Would you prefer scented or unscented oil?" 

"What does the scented smell like?" Annabelle asked. Brittney walked and got the oil, offering it to Annabelle for her to smell. Annabelle rolled over on the massage table and sat up, exposing her naked breasts. Brittney couldn't help but stare. Annabelle had perfect breasts, large, sensuous and perfectly tanned. Her nipples were large and hard. Annabelle noticed the effect she was having on Brittney and smiled, knowing that this would be a very interesting massage. "I'd like scented oils please." Annabelle said, lying back down on her stomach. Standing above her head, Brittney rolled the blanket down to the bottom of Annabelle's back. 

"Is there any place specifically that you'd like specific attention paid to?" Brittney asked trying to distance herself from Annabelle's naked body that was tempting her. Brittney had always been a lesbian, she had known since she was 16 when she had come out to her best friend and they had had sec that very night. She didn't dare tell anyone at work however, just in case it freaked anyone out. 

"Yes, my lower back has been hurting me." Annabelle said, specifically trying to get Brittney's hands as close to her cunt as possible. Annabelle was bi and knew it well. She enjoyed sex with everyone and had it as often as possible, which was pretty often considering her good-looks. 

Taking some massage oil in her hands, Brittney rubbed her hands down Annabelle's back slowly, starting at her shoulders and going down to the top of her round ass. Her skin was smooth and it sent shivers up Brittney's spine. Walking around to Annabelle's left side, Brittney began to work out the tension in Annabelle's lower back, constantly wanting to inch lower but not daring to. Suddenly, as if she had read Brittney's mind, Annabelle spoke.

"Lower." She said her voice husky and aroused. Brittney's hands went below the top of the blanket so that they were massaging the area where Annabelle's back became her ass. "Lower." Annabelle's voice was insistent and Brittney happily complied. Her hands were now fully massaging Annabelle's ass. It felt fantastic; her skin was soft and her ass hard and toned. Brittney decided to take a risk. She ran her hand down from the top of Annabelle's ass between her butt cheeks until her fingers were at her tight asshole. Annabelle moaned and Brittney took her hands away to get more oil. Taking more of the hot liquid in her palms, her hands went back to Annabelle's ass. "Lower," Annabelle insisted again. Brittney's hands were now below Annabelle's ass and only inches from her cunt which was already wet. Annabelle spread her legs, inviting Brittney to continue. Brittney hesitantly began to massage the area around Annabelle's pussy and she moaned. Brittney smiled at the effect she was having on Annabelle. Hesitantly, Brittney touched Annabelle's clit and she moaned Brittney's name. Brittney touched her clit more insistently and Annabelle twisted herself around on the table. Brittney became terrified that Annabelle was going to throw a fit and get Brittney fired, but instead, Annabelle tore the blanked off herself and spread her legs for Brittney. 

Brittney took a moment to admire Annabelle's long, lean body but Annabelle's voice drew her out of her reverie. "Fuck me goddamn it!" She said and Brittney was more than happy to comply. Seeing Annabelle's open pussy, Brittney rammed two fingers deep inside without warning. Annabelle moaned as Brittney began to pump her fingers in and out, each time hitting Annabelle's g-spot. Annabelle's pussy was tight and dripping wet as Brittney drove her fingers deep inside. Her thumb found Annabelle's clit and began to massage insistently. Within moments Annabelle came powerfully and loudly. Brittney began to be thankful for the fact that they were in the massage room that was separated from the other ones so that no one could hear them. Brittney pulled her fingers out of Annabelle's cunt and sucked the juices from them. Annabelle was already getting aroused watching her. She sat up in the bed and pulled Brittney's body between her legs. Taking her lips quickly, Annabelle and Brittney kissed ferociously, breaking apart for only long enough to remove Brittney's shirt. Annabelle undid Brittney's bra, her DD breasts spilling out of her bra. Annabelle took one in her mouth and sucked on her hard nipple while Brittney massaged Annabelle's tits. Annabelle insistently began to undo Brittney's pants and they were off in a matter of seconds. At that moment, Brittney lifted Annabelle up. Annabelle's legs wrapped around Brittney's, Brittney walked up against a wall and leaned backwards on it. Her hands were grabbing at Annabelle's ass and she inserted her pinky finger into Annabelle's ass. Annabelle moaned in Brittney's mouth, egging her on. She slowly pushed her finger deeper and deeper into Annabelle's virgin ass while Annabelle kissed Brittney harder than she'd ever kissed anyone and ground her hips into Brittney's stomach. Brittney could feel Annabelle's juices flowing against her taught stomach. 

Standing up straight again, Brittney walked back to the massage table, with Annabelle's legs still wrapped around her waist. Annabelle lay back and pulled Brittney onto the table with her. Brittney kneeled over Annabelle's face and slowly lowered her cunt onto Annabelle's tongue. Annabelle sucked Brittney's pussy, getting every drop of juice. Suddenly Annabelle stuck her finger deep into Brittney's ass and Brittney moaned deeply. She had been fingered in the ass but it had never felt like this. She loved the feeling of being fucked in both holes. She began to buck over Annabelle and shortly came all over Annabelle's face. Brittney was going to climb off and reciprocate, but Annabelle's hands on Brittney's thighs kept her there. Annabelle guided her until Brittney's asshole was hovering over Annabelle's mouth. Annabelle pulled Brittney down so that she was hovering just over Annabelle's face. Taking her hands to Brittney's clit, Annabelle began to run her tongue along the outside rim of Brittney's asshole. Brittney had never experienced anything so fantastically erotic. Soon enough Annabelle drove her tongue into Brittney's ass and fingered her clit violently. Brittney collapsed with a powerful second orgasm. 

Crawling down Annabelle's lithe body, Brittney began to kiss Annabelle down her stomach towards her pussy. Annabelle's cautionary hand stopped her. Annabelle spoke the first coherent sentence she had said in a while. "No, I want you to watch me." Brittney smiled widely; this was one of her favorite things. Annabelle guided her to a chair in the corner of the room and sat Brittney down. Climbing into her lap, Annabelle began a lap dance, grinding her hips erotically into Brittney's, her breasts moving with every move of her hips. Spinning herself around in Brittney's lap, Annabelle lay back against Brittney's chest, feeling Brittney's hard nipples pressing into her back. Annabelle began to massage her own clit harshly. Pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt, she came with a screaming orgasm. Brittney didn't let her rest, but instead, swung her around and made her lie with her back on Brittney's lap. With Annabelle's legs spread wide in front of Brittney's face, Brittney didn't hesitate to start to suck on her cunt. First slow, then faster and faster until yet another screaming orgasm ripped through Annabelle's body. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door and a voice came from the other side.

"Brittney, the hour's up, I guess you forgot to set your time, sorry to interrupt." Annabelle and Brittney recovered; Annabelle still sprawled in Brittney's lap.

"Thank you." Brittney said with as even a voice as she could muster. After another strong kiss Annabelle climbed off of Brittney and began to get dressed. Brittney followed suit and in less than a minute they were dressed again. Annabelle moved towards the door and was halfway out when she turned back to look and Brittney.

"From now on, you're always my masseuse." With a smile, Annabelle was gone.



The Massage



It was Friday at 1:00. It had been a bad week. To top it off, a last minute conference call had made me an hour late for my appointment, and I had missed my personal trainer. 

I finally made it to the gym. As I stepped on a treadmill to warm up, I noticed that there was no one around except for a man who was stripped to the waist working with the exercise balls. He was tall, dark and very tanned. His chest hair was thick and unusual because it was so white. I had passed him on the way in, and his man smell had immediately grabbed my attention, taking my mind off my own problems.

He was doing some complicated bridging exercises requiring a good deal of balance, but what drew my attention was how his sweating made his skin even darker. I noticed he was watching me too, which made my nipples stand out in my light-blue sports bra. I wondered if he was thinking about my tan lines the same way I was thinking about his. In my hurry, I had failed to put panties on under my workout pants, so the sweat I was beginning to generate was marking my body in such a way that I was sure he would notice.

Finishing with the treadmill, I walked over to him, looking for another ball for my own routine. He rolled up so he was sitting upright on the ball and picked up a Purdue T-shirt to wipe the sweat that glistened across his upper body. As I approached, I saw him quickly appraising my curves, and I brazenly added some extra swing to my hips. He smiled for me, and I immediately noticed his warmth and his big hazel eyes. I told him that there was not much equipment or many people around, and he said that all the trainers had gone to meeting at another club and that most of the equipment had been locked up. He must have noticed my disappointment and asked if he could help. I told him I normally worked with my trainer and used some weights for resistance. He said, "I'm not a trainer, but I will be happy to work with you." I should have passed right then, but there was something both sincere and sexy about this man, and I was drawn to him.

He gave me the ball, which I used against the wall. He stood very close in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. He applied pressure as I slowly moved up the wall. I gazed at the golden flecks in his eyes as he looked into my big blue eyes. I commented on not having seen him before, and he said he had an office close by that he visited from time to time and that a friend let him use a guest pass for the club when he was in town. He watched the muscles in my belly and thighs straining against the pressure, and I noticed the flair of his nostrils as he drew in my scent. He said I smelled of bubble bath and...something else. From the darkening of those eyes I could tell what he thought it was. I smiled knowingly, and he said, "You have naughty dimples." As I lay on my back, he removed my shoes. First he held my feet so I could do abdominal crunches. He commented that I must wear heels regularly because my calves were very shapely. Then he watched intently as I worked my abs, his gaze alternating from my heaving breasts and dropping to my V where my own sweat was gathering. He then stood over me and placed my feet against his chest. His chest hair and the moisture combined to make it slippery, so I had to concentrate to keep from slipping as he applied more and more of his weight to my straining thighs. I could feel his nipples hardening more as I squeezed them between my toes, and his eyes were becoming more desirous by the moment.

My back was sore, and I told him about the knots I felt there. He rolled me over, feeling them. He commented that he had seen a massage table down the hall and said he was pretty good with his hands. Having felt those long fingers and wanting more privacy, I quickly agreed. 

The room was dimly lit, and I noticed he locked the door as we entered. He held up a towel for my privacy but lowered it again as my eyes made it clear I wanted him to see me undress. Shamelessly I put on a little show. I could tell he enjoyed my full breasts and the job I had done this morning shaving my mound -- the little tuft of brown hair and the lips already plumping up and gaining color. The rose hue spreading out from my breasts and sex drew a short moan from him, but all he said was, "Lie on your stomach." 

Beginning with my neck and shoulders, his fingers felt wonderful as he first applied a lavender-and-sandalwood-scented oil, then used it to sweep away the knots from my difficult week. As he moved to my low back, I could feel his rhythm deep inside. I so longed for him to take my cheeks in his big hands and work them too... I began to softly grind into the table. He stopped for a moment, and I could almost hear the smile as he moved to my feet. The bastard! He kissed each in turn, sucking gently on the bottom, and then began moving up my legs. He spread them slightly, and I knew it was only so he could see and smell my excitement. When he got to the top of my thighs, he paused again. 

This time I said, "Please."

Generously applying more oil, he began small circles on each cheek -- first lightly, then with more pressure. Finally he pulled them apart. He deeply massaged my ass, making me squirm against his hands. He slid his thumbs up and down my crack, caressing my anus and making it open slightly, offering him another set of rounded lips and extending him an invitation. He talked to me soothingly, encouraging me to relax as he slipped his index finger inside and began to lubricate me. Upon his gaining entrance, I could feel him explore me and continue to lubricate me, this time with my own juices. As I lifted my bottom into the air, he carefully slid two more fingers in, making me gasp and come to the very edge where he held me on the plateau, continuing the circles inside, exploring me completely. I pleaded, gyrating my ass in the air as he worked those fingers inside me and whispered, "Relax into the pleasure." As I began to whimper for more, he plunged the fourth finger in. I immediately began crying out and bucked against the exquisite pressure of his long fingers. All the pressure of the work week evaporated as an intense orgasm washed over me. I came and came. He continued to work my ass until I quieted and lay still. He let me rest for a few moments, then said, "Now that you are relaxed, we can begin the real work. Turn over."

He began by voluptuously kissing my mouth, almost bruising my lips. At the same time, he spread oil over my breasts and kneaded it in. I moaned unabashedly around his tongue as the sensations from my nipples connected with my sex, so recently released, deep inside. He sucked in my full lower lip and ravished it. Then he moved his mouth down to my throat, kissing and sucking as he moved along, working his fingers into my chest muscles and then beginning the circles again at the outer edge of breast very gently but very deeply. He lightened up as he moved over the areolas, and his fingertips fluttered over them, causing me to arch my back involuntarily. Finally I begged, "Please suck them now." Ever so briefly, he pulled my nipples into his mouth and lathered them with his tongue. 

"Relax baby." Again the smile -- this time I could see it as he moved on down my body. He filled my navel with oil and began working it into my abs. When he found a knot, he stopped and worked it out. When my belly was completely relaxed, he gently kissed my brown tuft of hair and breathed in my scent.

He said, "I'm not being mean. It is just that, for me to do what I am going to do next, you will have to relax completely and trust me. I promise it will be worth it."

With that, he began massaging my legs, stretching my calf muscles and moving to my upper thighs, to the muscles of my outer hips, and then to my inner thighs. Kneading, stretching, finally reaching my sexual center, he spread the wonderful scented oil all over my most private places, and I moaned, pulsing into it. It felt so good. As he tugged gently on my abductor muscles, my pussy kept opening, giving hints of my excitement. My pelvis lifted, and he slipped his middle finger in until it hilted. The rest of his fingers were bunched in my crotch, pressing outward and making me squirm again. Swirling his finger slightly, he waited patiently for me to settle and gently slipped another finger in. As he twisted his entire hand, it felt wonderful as he massaged and stretched every muscle in my crotch. He explored me, and I reveled in it. He kept telling me softly, "Easy baby, it will come." As he went to three fingers, I hardly noticed he had me so open, and the fourth one felt like heaven. I could feel my fluids flushing around his fingers as I felt the pressure of his thumb gaining entrance. I felt so full I wanted to come then, but he encouraged me to relax into it and I did. He began twisting his hand inside me and rubbing my mound with his other hand. I pinched and pulled at my nipples to take my attention away from the pulsations coming from my center, but it only made things worse. I did not realize what he was doing until I felt his entire hand slide inside me. I had never felt so full and content and excited at the same time. I could feel the waves building as he started to open and close his hand rhythmically in my womb. In a whisper he said, "You can let go now when you are ready."

My orgasm started slowly, deep in my belly where his long fingers massaged me from the inside out. It moved into my nipples, which I pulled and twisted more roughly now. It exploded outward through my vagina and perineum , which were rubbing up and down his wrist. It continued up through my clitoris and mound, which he continued to stimulate with his other hand. My senses were being overwhelmed, and I began to scream, thrashing on the table. Wave after wave hit me, until I thought I could not come anymore, and then once again...

I'm not sure how long it lasted, but it seemed like forever. When it finally started to subside, my body was soaked with sweat. As he withdrew his hand, he covered me with a huge towel. He kissed me deeply and allowed me to rest for a few minutes. 

I have no idea how long I slept, but I awoke completely relaxed. When I reopened my eyes, he was gazing deeply into them. Smiling, he said, "Perhaps we should be introduced. My name is Tim."



The Massage



He had promised that the massage would leave her completely relaxed and refreshed. She lay on the bed her perfect figure rising and falling gently as she breathed. She was wearing nothing save for an eye cover that he had kept from his last flight home from Barbados.

He crouched beside her and silently started to massage each finger in turn of her right hand. Just this action was sufficient to make him hard in anticipation of what was to come. He slowly worked the warmed oil into her skin, working her fingers to flex the joints, sometimes squeezing to apply pressure to the small muscles and tendons, or applying an ever so light touch to sensitise the skin. He looked up and saw her nipples were pert partly from the coolness of the room, partly excitement of anticipation. Using all the will power he could find he did not rush but worked from her hand to her arm, he could feel her soft skin as he carefully smoothed sufficient oil to allow him to work the massage but not so much as to make it too wet and slippery.

He gripped her arm in both hands and carefully kneaded her flesh, stretching the skin, sometimes in long movements up and down her arm, or working around the arm. So excited he could feel his own juice oozing from the eye of his engorged dick which bounced as he worked at giving her the relaxing massage she wanted, scared that he wouldn't be able to hold on till the time was right. He worked his way up to her shoulder kissed her lightly on the lips and moved round to the other side of her and slowly massaged her other hand and arm. He was so excited that he was able to take his own juice and use it with the oil to lubricate her flesh. He was so tempted to use one hand on her and one on himself but knew that despite the ache in his balls he must leave his 8 inch erection for her.

When he reached her left should he again kissed her on the mouth, this time he kissed her longingly using his tongue and as she responded he gently sucked her tongue as if giving her the blow job that he intended her to give him.

He moved her arms up by her head and then got on the bed straddling her so that his legs were trapping her arms. He lent forward and started to massage her legs. He carefully worked her thighs massaging the skin and the underlying muscles relaxing her tired legs. Frequently having to wipe the juice from his dick to stop it dripping on her.

As he worked his way down her right leg he had to lean further and further forward as he did so his rigid member got lower and closer to her lips. As he reached her knees his cock pushed gently at her lips which opened willingly her tongue reaching out to taste him her head craning forward from the pillow in an effort to take his glistening purple head into her mouth.

He moved his hands back up her thigh, raising his knob from her lips. She stopped straining to reach it and he let himself back down. Again as soon as she felt the bead of juice on the end of his cock touch her lips she licked it off and again raised her head in an attempt to draw on his thick glans. Using every last ounce of will power he again lifted out of reach.

As he lowered himself down again she had realised what he wanted. As he worked his way down her leg so his rigid member sank slowly into the warm wet interior of her mouth. Little by little it entered until there was sufficient for her to be able to suck and start working on. He could feel her trying to free her arms, but his legs trapped them. She kept trying to draw more of him into her mouth but he would raise himself slightly to prevent her having control.

As he worked down her leg his cock sank deeper in to her mouth. Where she had been craving for more she now started to push her head back into the pillow as the end of his cock reached the back of her mouth and stared to nudge at the entrance to her throat.

He paused to let her accommodate him and to let the gagging reflex wear off. As he worked his way down to her ankle, he relentlessly continued to push his cock into her throat so he could feel the tight constriction of her throat around the bulbous end of his knob. Every time she swallowed, which was often, he felt her throat tighten and then relax, milking his solid prick. He felt her lips around the root of his cock and knew he could go no further. He gently started fucking her throat with out any assistance from her while he worked his way back up her leg massaging as carefully on the way up as he had on the down way.

He reached the top of her leg and ever so gently brushed the ends of the hairs on her neatly trimmed bush. He felt her body react instantly and noticed the glistening between her legs showing she was as turned on as he was. Working his way up her leg had caused his prick to come up out of her throat. He leant forward to give her a quick kiss on the wet swollen lips of her mons. As he did so his prick went straight to the back of her mouth and down into her throat. As his lips touched her wet lips her body shuddered as if his touch had given her an electric shock. He raised up and drew his cock from her throat but left it in her mouth where she sucked and licked it, trying to scoop more juice from him. He could feel her opening the eye of his knob by pushing the tip of her tongue into it.

As he carefully massaged her second leg he again lowered his pulsing member down into her throat. As he reached her ankle he started to fuck her throat as he massaged her feet and toes. He had total control she was unable to do anything other than let him do what he wanted. The moans emanating from her indicated that she was certainly not complaining.

He felt his balls swell and the ache became almost painful. He speeded up his assault on her throat and could feel his knob end swelling. He tensed as hard as he could to stem the flow. When he could hold on no longer he with drew and pushed back so his turgid member was resting on her face pointing at her large tits.

He couldn't help the sound he made as he finally let himself shoot his hot spunk straight on to her tits. He hadn't seen himself spill that amount of cream in ages. When he had finished he raised up and pushed his softening cock into her mouth where she started to lick hungrily at it cleaning it off and drawing the remnants of his ejaculation from his tube.

He moved his attentions to her body. While the seed was still warm he massaged it into her ample breasts. The already pert nipples hardened under his fingers. As he massaged and tweaked them she moaned where they hurt where they were so swollen with lust. 

He calmed down sufficiently to be able to concentrate on the reason for her coming back to his flat the massage. He carefully massaged around her tits taking care not to concentrate on the sexual areas but to ensure her whole body was massaged and relaxed.

Having stretched the skin and flesh of her belly and body he again concentrated on her tits. They were large enough for him to be able to use both hands on each one in turn. Whilst doing this his semi flaccid cock grew in her mouth where she was still working her tongue and sucking on him drawing more of his pre cum into her hungry mouth. By the time he had finished the nipples were dark and swollen and clearly as sensitive as hell.

He raised himself up her head arching up to try to maintain contact with his now rigid 8 inch cock. As he rose she moved an arm down and tried to close her fingers around the girth of his pulsing erection but was unable to maintain her grip as he pulled away.

He went and crouched between her legs and started to massage the inside of her thighs. He moved forward until he was brushing the hairs of her mons. She moaned and it seemed as if she had come just from that touch.

He started to massage her outer lips. She opened her legs wide and tried to shuffle down the bed trying to impale her self on his fingers. He gripped her to prevent her attempts and then teased the outer edges of the lips, sometimes running deeper into the groove. He could see her clit standing proud of its hood all on it's own like a woman's erection.

She was so wet he could feel where her juices had been running down and pooling in her crinkly tight hole below. He gradually slipped two fingers of his hand into her causing her to arch her back. He searched for and found her electric spot and started to work it watching her face contort as her body released the sexual expectation that had built up whilst he had been massaging her. His other hand found her clit and carefully worked around it eventually touching it sending shivers racing through her body. 

The sweat was evident on her face and body from the orgasms that he was causing to course through her body from the way he was massaging the inside of her went pussy. Her juices were flowing so freely, what weren't being absorbed into her bum flowed on to form a dark patch on the linen. He could smell her sex and could feel that he himself was again dripping his own pre cum from his exited knob.

He worked his way back down the bed and lowered his face to her mons where he licked at her out lips and at the river of juice emanating from her musky quim. He licked the area between her pussy and her arse dry then ran his tongue deep into the groove and up until he reached her rigid little clit. He drew the clit into his mouth and drew on it as she had to his dick. With his spare hand he reached down and found that her juices had prepared her arse beautifully and he was able to gently slide a finger into her tightest hole with ease and start working against the membrane separating it from her pussy. Her moans became louder as she accepted his attention to her anus.

He gently bit on her clit immediately her body tensed, arched and then shuddered as a higher pitched exclamation came from her throat as she sank back onto the bed recovering from the most intense orgasm so far.

He played with her clit and then slipped his tongue deep into her pussy lapping hungrily at her juices, which continued to flow down to her arse. He carefully worked a second finger inter her tightest hole allowing her love juice to flow from her pussy down and back inside her anus.

He could hold on no longer, his cock and balls were so tight he knew he had to have her. He placed is solid fat cock at the entrance to her pussy and parted the lips further than they had been opened so far as he gently eased his staff into her warm soaking fanny. Her breath caught when he was a two thirds of the way in but when he finally stopped with all eight inches inside her, her breathing resumed the heavy regular pace that it had had before. He waited for her to expand to his size and let her insides move to accommodate his intrusion then he slowly started to fuck this beauty with the perfect figure.

He slowly withdrew and then even more slowly eased himself back inside to the hilt it was as if every time he got to the end of his stroke she would orgasm. Occasionally he would withdraw so slowly and then drive his manhood home with sufficient force to drive the air from her lungs in a gasp.

He lowered his head and started to give her big tits a mouth massage. His dried semen was still on her breasts. The skin tightened by the drying spunk. As he kissed and licked her he gradually cleaned his semen from her. This clearly excited her but the taste of his own semen almost took him over the top.

He knew he wasn't going to last too long, as he had been so excited before he had entered her. She was writhing, her hair now bedraggled where it was wet with her own sweat. He increased his pace and knew that he was going to blow his wad. He rammed it home to the hilt and held it there as his cock pulsed and bounced within her jetting time and again as his body ejected his come deep inside her.

He lay with her until his dick had once more become flaccid and both had got they're breathing back to normal.

He turned her over and using some more oil started to massage her back. He gradually massaged the whole of her back shoulders and arms. At first he thought she was going to fall asleep but she rested then moaned gently to his attentions.

He turned himself round and massaged first one leg then the other taking time on each to ensure the muscles were kneaded and stretched to relax them.

When he got to her feet he turned round and gradually worked his way back up her legs. Sitting on her feet he reached forward gradually getting higher and higher up her legs until his fingers reached the honey pot between her legs. He kept going gradually working his fingers deeper inside her pussy. He was pleased to see that he was once more rigid and had a bead of clear juice emerging from his eye. 

When she was moaning and writhing once more he withdrew his fingers and worked them into her still wet tight little bottom. He added some more oil and worked it in with his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers and continued to massage her back gradually working himself back up her legs with every forward motion he made with his hands.

Eventually his rigid member was nudging at the crinkly entrance to her bottom. As he applied a little oil to himself and increased the pressure slightly he saw her anus opening for the tip of his manhood to enter. To his delight she pushed back on him causing his solid rod to disappear into her tightest channel.

He slowly eased the full eight inches into her stretching her sphincter to such an extent that he was scared she would split.

He could feel the heat of her stretched round his shaft for its whole length, it was almost too much. She started to move below him causing the end of his knob to rub and ping on something deep within her. Whatever it was she liked it, within seconds she was in the throws of an orgasm the likes of which he had not seen her have before. He started to move with her and could feel his bollocks swelling. His prick felt as if it was on fire and hurt where it was so engorged and rigid.

Finally he could hold on no more...

With a jolt he awoke to feel his prick pulsing and wet warmth around his balls and rapidly softening prick. He put his hands down and felt that his bed shorts were saturated in semen in one area and stiff with dry semen in another. Whatever the dream was it must have been good and lasted longer than he had! 



The Massage



I laid down on her table and she covered my legs and ass with a sheet. The smell of her massage oil filled my nose as she lubed up her hands. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her fingers came down on my skin and she started to rub my aching neck and shoulders. She spoke, and I listened to her soft voice, her gentle tones humming in my ears as she manipulated my tense muscles and rubbed away the tension.

"How is the writing going?" she asked me- moving down to my lower back. I told her it was going well, I was having fun and trying to figure out a way to convince myself that writing is a calling I should answer.

"I have been reading your blog. It's very sexy," she moved down to my back. I had gotten used to her touch and she no longer tickled me. Her fingers were connected to my skin and she never lost contact with me while she pushed and kneaded my back.

I sighed and moaned gently as her fingers pressed against my right lower back, instinctively moving away from her fingers. I have one particularly sensitive area on my back, I am incredibly ticklish there, but it is also quite an erogenous zone when I'm in the right mood. She knew this, and she knew she had found it. We'd seen each other naked, at different times. Kissed once or twice. Usually revolving around alcohol. Our friendship had been long, sprinkled with sexual innuendo. Flirtatious and genuine.

"Right there?" she whispered to me, her voice deepening a bit. I turned my head and looked at her. She was smiling at me, innocently, her face a bit flushed from the wine- but appearing perfectly calm.

"Mmhmm," I said and moved my hand out and touched her leg. She had on a skirt, which she didn't usually wear. I had assumed she had come right from the office job. She continued to rub the sensitive spot on my back with one hand, while moving making wide strokes on my back with the other.

"I really like the stories about you getting fucked. I found that picture of you with that dildo stuffed inside you. That was really sexy."

My hand gently slipped under her skirt, but I continued only to touch her thigh. Running my finger tips up and down her creamy flesh, I could feel my pussy start to swell. "What else?" I asked her.

"I'm going to do your legs now," she said, pulling the sheet from me completely, "Do you want me to cover you?"

"No." I whispered as the sheet fell to the floor.

Her hands fell on the back of my thighs and she pulled one towards her, opening them a bit. I closed my eyes. Her hands, flat against my skin smoothed up and down the back of my thighs. She always began this way, knowing how ticklish I am. Her finger tips ran along the inside of my thighs- all the way up under the curve of my ass. She stopped and kneaded my lower bottom for a moment, then moved back down, again and again each time getting a little closer to my pussy- but never touching me. "I like the way you describe being filled with cock, or with that dildo."

My fingers ran down to her knee and back up the inside of her thigh. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, she did not move away from me, or even acknowledge that I was touching her. I continued to graze against her inner thigh, feeling her supple skin. I ran my fingers up her thigh until the side of my finger brushed gently against her silky panties before pulling them away. She gasped but continued to massage my thighs.

"Is that ok?" I whispered to her, moving my hands back up her thigh.

Her hands stopped moving on my legs. I opened my eyes again and looked into her eyes. "Yes." she whispered as I touched her once more.

She continued to massage my legs as I kept my palm at the top of her thigh. I moved them back and forth, gently rubbing her pussy through her panties. I ran the back of my fingers up to the top of her mound and down again, feeling her getting wet. I hooked my finger under her panties with one finger and pulled it aside as my other finger pushed between her lips and I felt her slick wetness drip on my fingers. She moaned, and leaned forward onto the table, moving her slim hips to move against my fingers, gently rubbing her and making my way to her sweet hole. I pushed two fingers inside her and she moaned out. delicious. Just like I had always imaged her to be.

"Lift your skirt" I told her. She did as I asked, exposing herself to me. Shaven, save for a thin strip, that I could see through her sheer panties that were pushed aside to make way for my fingers that were moving slowly in an out of her cunt. She gripped the table with one hand, pulled her panties farther to the side so I could see more of her. Her blue eyes were bright and glazed, her red hair resting softly on her shoulders. Her lips fell open and she stared deeply into my eyes, taking quick breaths. The scent of her sweet cunt hit my senses and I immediately needed to taste her.

I let my fingers slip from her sex while I moved off the table and got in my knees in front of her. I grabbed her hands and put them on the table that was now behind me. "Keep them there." I instructed her. Her head threw back as I lifted her skirt to her waist and pulled her panties down. She was stepped out of them and positioned her legs aside me. Her cunt was now just inches from my face as she leaned over me. I moved under her a bit, and stuck my tongue between her legs. She moaned deeply as she felt my tongue hit her pussy. I dragged my tongue up on her licked her pussy. Sucking her lips and tasting her. She was sweet, slick, and clean. I continued to lazily explore her with my tongue- tasting her pussy and inhaling her sweet sex. I knew how she loved the build up as we had many talks in the past about what we like. She moaned and encouraged me- pushing her cunt into my tongue when I hit a spot she liked, and then offering a sexy whimper when I would eventually move away from it.

My fingers had found my own clit and it was hard and aching as well. I pushed my tongue up towards hers and dragged my tongue across it. She let out a deep broken moan as her hard clit throbbed against me. I put some pressure on it, and moved it slowly back and forth. Covering all sides of her with my tongue, pressure, gentle friction. Two fingers rubbed my pussy in hard circles as my tongue continued it's assault on her hot clit. Her hands gripped her table tightly and her hips trembled. I snaked my other hand up her tight and pushed one finger into her hole, feeling her wetness drip down my hand. I pushed against her gspot- firmly, almost hooking at her pubic bone. She was swollen and hot and I continued.

"Don't stop," she called me, "Oh god- don't fucking stop." Dirty encouragement dripped from her lips as I fucked her. My finger and tongue moving together, as my own clit blazed in sensation. "Yes.. that's it." she cried as she opened up for me and wetness rushed from her pussy. I lapped it up, as her knees bent and her hips grounded against me. I pushed one more finger in her as she fucked my face and hand. Wild. Uncontrolled. One hand moved to the back of my head. She took her pleasure from me and I came along with her, lost in her excitement and aching for my own release. I continued to lick and fuck her until said she needed to stop. Exhausted and breathless, she lay forward on her table, her skirt laying across the middle of her sexy ass.

I crawled over to my desk drawer and pulled out my dildo. She smiled wickedly at me, but did not move. I moved behind her and pushed it against her wet hole. I rubbed it against her wet swollen pussy, getting it wet before pushing it inside her. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned, taking in the thick cock. I gave her a second to adjust to it, and then I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, gently. Her ass in the air and her hands at her sides, holding on the the table, so as not to be pushed to the other side. Taking it in. "Harder," she whispered, "Fuck me-hard." I was in heaven. I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, not pulling hard, but enough to increase her excitement and I fuck her with my dildo. "Mmmmm yes." 

Hard and fast, I fucked her as she pushed back against my dildo, my cock, as she came hard on it, but never stopping to rest. She was insatiable and I continued to fuck her, talking to her and telling her to cum again. Again for me baby. I reached under her and gently tugged at her soft patch of pussy hair while I continued to violate her cunt.

She came once more, calling out to me this time as her head threw back wildly and her orgasm gripped her body in white hot flashes. I slowed the thrusts to match hers and let her ride it out and come down, trembling and spent.



The Massage



It had been one of the worst years of my life. I had just gone through a very messy divorce, which had left me strapped financially. Then news came about my father being killed in an automobile accident. Being an only child, I knew my mother would be devastated, especially living alone and having no one else to comfort her during this critical period. As such, I made the only decision that made any sense under the circumstances, I moved back home.

Those first few weeks were filled with a lot of tension and stress. There was so much to do and sift through, but eventually things began to settle back down into some form of normalcy once again. After work we would often sit down for a nice home-cooked meal which mom enjoyed doing for me, and which admittedly I looked forward to as my ex-wife was no kind of cook at all. We would most often then settle in for a movie, laughing, sometimes crying, but thoroughly enjoying one another's company, something we hadn't really done in years.

One evening we happened across a movie called "Full Body Massage". It was erotic, sensual, without the sex. Watching it, I became aroused, and not just because of the nudity, nor the attributes of the actress that were nice to look at either, but because of a memory that came back to me every time I glanced over towards my mother.

When I was young, and after having a particularly hard day, mom would often ask me to rub her back for her. She would lie face down on the couch, I would crawl up and straddle her butt, then lift her blouse, or tee-shirt up around her neck, undo her bra, and proceed to massage her back for her. It was never more than that, and initially was as innocent as it could be. But I did begin to play a curious game with myself, though back then, I'm not even sure I knew what it was I was doing, nor did I ever have intentions of anything ever happening either.

After a time, as I continued to massage mom's back, I would very often include massaging her sides, which would bring me into close contact with just the beginnings of that extra bit of soft flesh just beneath her armpits as I worked my fingers delicately during her massage. For some odd reason, it had become a game with me to see how long, and then how far I could go before she would either shift and reposition herself to prevent my fingers from probing where they shouldn't be, or smile, sit up and end the massage session all together. Mother never said anything to me, one way or the other. There was never a cautionary word, nor a hint that she was aware of my silly game being played. But if she sensed it, or knew what I was doing, she was careful to allow only so much before ending it before I got very far. Very often, long afterwards when I had retired to my bedroom to sleep, I would masturbate with the excitement of whatever progress I had imagined I'd achieved, whether real or fictional in my mind. Again, and it wasn't the thought of this being my mother that excited me, because I had somehow distanced myself from that train of thought. It was simply the "game" the idea that my fingers were in such close proximity to a "breast" that excited me, that and nothing more.

In time of course, I grew up and as I did, the game ended. One that I never did win nor achieve reaching my ultimate goal. I found myself smiling in remembrance of those times, innocent as they truly were, yet exciting too in their own unique little way.

"You're smiling."

"What?" I turned facing towards my mother. She was smiling back at me though with a curious expression on her face.

"Something about the movie?"

"Oh yeah...in a way I guess," I replied feeling a blush begin to spread. "Was just remembering something."

She laughed, "Yeah, me too...it's been a long time since I've even had a massage," she finished.

"You want one?" I said half-jokingly. She giggled like a schoolgirl at the mere mention of it, shaking her head "no". But even as she did, I saw the slight hesitation as she'd considered it. "Really mom, I'd be glad to rub your back for you, just like I used to. Heavens knows you've gone through a lot lately, all that stress..." I left off saying.

At fifty-three, mom was still very, very attractive. She had always worn her hair shoulder length, which gave her an even younger appearance, but she'd also maintained her "girlish" figure as she called it through daily exercise and eating healthy foods.


"Come on," I said standing up from the couch. "Lay down on your stomach and I'll rub your back for you just the way I used to."

The memory, and the image of the "game" suddenly came rushing back to me. I was only wearing a tank-top and pair of sweat shorts. I felt my cock lurch with that old familiar interest, and immediately chastised "it" and myself for doing so. The last thing I needed was to stand there with an erection that would be impossible to conceal under the circumstances.

"Well, ok...that really would feel nice," she conceded as she grabbed one of the throw pillows and positioned herself face down on the couch. Suddenly I was transported back in time, no longer twenty years younger than my mother, but suddenly that much younger self that had so enjoyed playing the "game", one in which I had never achieved reaching my ultimate goal. And even as I positioned myself over my mother's butt, just as I had done so many years ago, I was smiling, nervous, as well as excited as I wondered at what I was actually doing here, or thinking I was doing here.

And like before, I lifted her tee-shirt up towards her shoulders, and then undid her bra just as I had always done before. But unlike those times, and without a word one way or the other, I saw mom pull her tee-shirt up and over her head, tossing it off one side towards the floor, then wiggling, without revealing anything, as she likewise discarded her bra.

"Much better," she said simply, folding her arms beneath her, settling her head comfortably down into the pillow.

I think I had seen my mother nude just once. I'd certainly seen her in various stages of undress, but that fleeting image of her entirely nude when I had once stumbled stupidly into the bathroom as she was preparing to bathe had stuck with me. And now, though all I was looking at was her bare back, that image of her suddenly sprang to mind, and once again I felt the unwelcomed lurch of my prick as it too remembered the image, and the after affects as I later on had crawled into bed.

I spent a great deal of time on her back, far longer than I ever had in a single sitting. The only sound she made, the occasional sigh, the near purr of contentment as I worked and kneaded her sore muscles. As I sat on her butt, I once again saw myself, those initial tentative strokings up and down her sides, inching ever further upwards, one centimeter at a time. As I sat there, I found myself massaging her sides now, once again the game being played inside my head, each centimeter of advancement causing me to hold my breath, so sure that any moment now, mom would shift, reposition herself, her arms or worse, sit up pulling her top back down, ending the massage. Only in this case, I realized, she wouldn't be able to do that, this time she was completely bare on top, and the idea of what she would do when the massage actually came to an end also intrigued and aroused me even more.

"Bobby? Would you mind doing my legs for me as well?"

She hadn't called me "Bobby" since I'd left home. The sound of my boy-hood name made me laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked curiously.

"You called me Bobby," I replied. "It's been years since you've called me by that name."

For a brief second she said nothing. "Sorry, guess it's just because I was half out of it here, your massage feels so good, sort of took me back in time," she replied almost apologetically.

"No need to be, I'm feeling the same way, though admittedly, I don't ever remember massaging your legs for you either."

"You don't have to if you don't want..."

"No, I do...but once again to be honest, I think for me to do any good here, you're going to have to take off your Levi's!"

"You don't mind?" she questioned tentatively. "I'd just be in my panties, though I could run into the bedroom and put a pair of my shorts on."

"Oh for hells sakes," I told her. "You're my mother, don't be ridiculous, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before," I replied before I could reconsider the sound of that. But she laughed.

"Oh you have, have you? I don't recall a time when you might have."

"Well, just once," I said honestly. "But I saw you plenty of times running around the house in just your bra and panties, no difference here."

"When?" She said ignoring everything else I'd just told her.

"When what?"

"When did you see me naked?"

So I told her about the bathroom incident. Told her how I had accidentally barged in on her desperate in need of a pee. The image of that experience once again coming to mind...but there was more. Suddenly, there was more. She wasn't in the tub, or even the shower, she was sitting there on the toilet, but she wasn't going to the bathroom, and she wasn't shaving her legs or anything like that either. Suddenly I remembered, something at the time made no sense to me, so I had not thought about it again, until now.

"Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten about that," she said turning slightly to one side in order to look at me directly in the face. She was blushing. "What do you remember?" she asked hesitantly.

I lied, laughing nervously. "Very little...it was a LONG time ago," I reminded her. "I think you were just getting in the tub, so it wasn't like I really saw anything. Often you called me into the bathroom to tell me something, but you were always careful to slink down beneath the bubbles whenever you did."

She looked at me quietly for a moment, digesting what I'd just told her. "So seeing me partially naked now doesn't bother you?"

"You're my mother," I said simply, as though that explained everything. Then added, "Your pants?"

"Ok, just close your eyes for a second," she instructed.  I did. Heard movement as she shucked off her jeans, repositioning herself back down on the couch again. "Ok," she said somewhat breathlessly, "you can look now."

I have to admit, even though I was prepared for this, I wasn't. Seeing my mother lying there on the couch the way she was took me a little by surprise. I'd expected 'granny' panties or something I guess, she wasn't wearing those, she was wearing a thong! What I saw instead was her twin ass cheeks staring up at me, and they were actually still taut, perfectly molded with skin as smooth as any twenty year old.

"Wow!" I actually said before realizing I'd spoken the word aloud.

"What? You expected me to be wearing granny pants?"

I actually did laugh at that one. "Yeah, guess I was. Never thought you would wear something like that at..."  

"At my age?" she finished for me.

I didn't respond to that verbally, but reached up instead and began working her calves.

"There's some lotion on the nightstand next to my bed," she said simply.

I stood, heading off into the direction of her bedroom when I noticed that my unencumbered erection was preceding me.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. "What's up with that?"  Then I laughed, inwardly. "I KNOW what's up with that," I actually said aloud.

"Robert?"

"Yeah?" I called back to her.

"You say something?"

I realized I had, but replied. "Where'd you say it was?" Pretending stupidity.

"On the nightstand!"

"Oh, yeah!"

I grabbed it, but announced myself as I prepared to re-enter the living room. There was no hiding my erection, not without drawing even more attention to it. All I could hope for was to let her know I was coming, and as she herself was nude, that she would once again simply lay face down with her head in the pillow so as not to accidentally expose herself. As I'd hoped, that's exactly the way I found her when I entered.

"Got it!"

"Ah Robert? If you wouldn't mind, would you mind doing my back again? Only this time with the lotion? My skin really is pretty dry."

"Ah, sure..." I half stammered, repositioning myself on her nearly exposed ass, careful so as not to come into contact with her, though the direction 'it' was pointing in at the moment, made any prospect of that impossible.

"Make sure you warm it up first," she cautioned me.

I filled my hands, then worked them together until the lotion was considerably warmer before applying it on to her.

"How's that?"

"Wonderful," she actually purred.

Long moments passed without another word between us. I continued working her back, finding it much easier now with the aid of the soothing lotion. And as I did, once again, the "game" came to mind. I allowed my hands to begin working along her sides, really digging into her flesh this time, pushing, then pulling as I worked up and down, up and down. Each pass, allowing my finger tips to creep that much higher, watching as I did, seeing the fleshly tid-bit of breast flesh oozing out from beneath her protective arms like syrup slipping away from a pancake. Which is when she moved.

"Oh...sorry!" I exclaimed.

"Hmmm?" she half moaned.

"Maybe she didn't know...maybe it hadn't registered," I thought, and said nothing. I'd been working my hands up beneath her just like I always did. But she had lifted slightly, as though to more comfortably position herself, but she had done so the very instant that I had slid my hands upwards. The simultaneous movement had placed her right breast firmly within my grasping hand. It was there only for a second, the briefest of contacts, but I had actually touched my mother's breast, felt the hardness of her nipple, though even then I recounted that, wondering if it had simply been my over-active imagination. 

I went back to massaging her back, my erection even harder than before, now cognizant of that fact, careful as I leaned forward and upwards to ensure that 'it' once again, didn't come into contact with her.

"That feels good," she announced, "but my sides still feel pretty tight, would you mind working on them some more?"

"Ah sure," I replied. "But to do a really good job, you should probably quit laying on your arms. Then I can work on them a little easier."  Once again there was a moment of silence. "Robert?"

"Yeah?" I responded in a 'Bobby-like' voice.

"Would it embarrass you too much if I were to turn over on my back? I could place a towel or something over my boobs if it would. Then you could work my hips and sides a little easier."

"Of course not!" I said in a non-threatened, non-worried, all grown up now sounding Robert-like tone of voice. "Don't be silly!"

And I was fine with that, until I stood allowing her to roll over onto her back. I followed her gaze, and horror struck me. But as I looked up, she had closed her eyes, no indication of shock, worry or concern on her face that she had seen my obvious condition. "Think I have ok tits for an old broad?" she asked suddenly.

"You're not old," I said defensively. "And yeah...you've got great looking tits!" Once again, having heard myself say that, I imagined her hearing it the way it must have sounded. Her eyes opened, and she smiled.

"Thanks for saying that, even if it's not true. It's been a while since I've heard anyone, including your father say anything like that to me."

"Well they are!" I said trying to sound as complimentary as possible without sounding like some horny teenage kid, though in truth, I was beginning to feel like one.

"Really?"

"Yeah...really!" And then I surprised myself, AND my mother by giving them both a quick affectionate little squeeze. The moment I had done that, I figured the massage was over. Already I could see mother suddenly sitting up, dislodging me from my sitting position within her lap, and bolting for the bedroom. She didn't. Instead, she merely closed her eyes and sighed.

"Been a while since they've even been touched," she whispered nervously.

I coughed, trying to clear my head, trying to think of the right thing to say...something to say anyway.

"So you wouldn't mind it if I went ahead and massaged them with a little lotion for you then?"

"No," she said softly...simply.

"Game...set...match!" I thought inwardly. Never in all my wildest imaginations did I think I would ever get to this point, let alone touch them with my fingertips. Now, here I was sitting on my mother's thighs, sporting a rock-hard erection which I still wasn't sure she hadn't seen, gazing down at her still very beautiful breasts, each tipped with a light brown tiny erect nipple, just waiting for me to actually begin caressing them.

"Yeah, caressing them," I thought to myself. I certainly wasn't massaging them, I was caressing them both, simultaneously. And as I did, I found myself paying particular attention to her nipples, those taut hard little nipples that were becoming even harder, firmer if that were possible.

"Ohhh," she moaned outwardly, unabashedly.

"Feel good?" I pressed, hearing the catch in my own voice, surprised by all of this, surprised to find myself playing with my own mother's exquisite looking breasts, even more surprised, that she was allowing it.

"Yes, but we shouldn't be...you shouldn't be," she finally did manage to say. "It's...it's...not right."

And though she'd said that, and though I had heard her, I didn't stop, and neither did she make any attempt to dislodge me, or force my hands away. Something she could have very easily done.

"We're not doing anything wrong," I said simply. "I'm just giving you a massage, and besides, massages are supposed to feel good aren't they?" I argued lamely. 

"Yeah, but that's a naughty kind of feel good," she admitted, allowing her eyes to close firmly once again, as though she was afraid to look into my eyes, in fear of whatever she might find there. "And I don't think that I'm supposed to be feeling the naughty kind of feel good."

"Then don't think of it in those terms," I offered. "Just let it be a feel good 'thingy' and let it go at that."

I'd given her an out, as lame as it was, and she took it. I continued to massage/caress her breasts, finding with each handful of tit-flesh that I held, my cock seemed to be magically growing in proportion to those thoughts. For a brief moment, I even imagined the bizarre comparison of a Jack and the Beanstalk-like image of my enormous cock wedged comfortably between my mother's breasts.

"You're making me sticky."

"What?" I opened my eyes, they'd been closed. I followed her amused gaze, and once again to my horror, saw what she had so openly referred to. The front of my light grey sweat shorts was soaked thru and thru. A very large round circular spot had spread across the front of them, the excess leakage of my desire dripping down onto her exposed flesh with utter disregard of my precarious positioning. "Oh fuck! Mom! I'm sorry!" It was I who suddenly dashed from the room, into my own bedroom. Though I had closed the door, I hadn't locked it, though I sat on the edge of my bed in complete and total horror with myself. She knocked, but didn't ask to be invited in, she simply came in. And she'd done nothing to cover herself, her breasts still fully exposed, though she did fold one arm across herself as she entered the room, taking a seat beside me on the bed.

"Robert, please...don't chastise yourself, it's perfectly natural, perfectly normal for that to happen with men," she said as normally as though we were discussing the weather.

"It's not that...not really," I said with an edge of excitement still lingering in my tone of voice.

"Besides, it's really all my fault, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying the "naughty" feel good of it, and I shouldn't have been."

"Me too," I admitted honestly.

"Obviously," she laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Listen, lets not make this into any big deal," but once again she laughed, glancing down at my still very hard, very firm, very obvious BIG erection. But her laugh, made me laugh in return. "Not like I haven't seen it before either," she added a second later.




The Massage



Once again I laughed. "Yeah, but that doesn't count, you're all grown up."

"So were you," she near whispered. "Just after you'd graduated from high school, and went to that graduation party. You stumbled into the house at 3:00 a.m. the next morning, remember?"

I did. But I didn't remember seeing my mother. But I did remember what happened next, and wondered.

"What did you see?" I asked pointedly.

"Everything," she admitted.

"Everything?"

"Yeah."

I had gone to the graduation party with my then girl friend Cheryl. We'd been seeing one another on and off for most of high school. We'd kept breaking up however, and I kept going back to her. All it would take is for her to 'offer' a little more than she'd been willing to give the last time we were together, then off we'd go again...for a time. So far, the most we'd done is a little heavy petting, well, mostly me doing all the heavy petting, which she seemed to enjoy. Enjoy to the point that I am fairly positive she'd had a few semi-silent orgasms along the way, though each time she'd had, she'd suddenly change from this aroused horny woman I was with, to an indignant one. Usually soon after, we'd break up once again...for a while.

I remembered how she'd been hinting at me that "this" night was going to be a very, very special night. How that something "more" might happen. And it did, but not nearly as much as I'd allowed myself to imagine it would. At some point during the party, we'd gone outside to my car, slipped into the back seat (at her suggestion) where she finally allowed me to actually finger her, and likewise, actually stroked me. I was nearing the point of climax, told her so in anticipation of staving off the inevitable if she continued, and thus go on to bigger and better things, when she told me "she wouldn't do that," not that far any way.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked her.

"It's gross," she said. "If you want to do yourself, be my guest," she said almost indignantly. "I don't blame you if you do, after all...but I just won't do it for you," she said simply.

That was the night we broke up for the very last time. Though I was hurt, angry, and frustrated, I was still horny as hell. I had come home, but rather than go into the house, or even into my own bedroom, I had gone instead out to the back yard to sit in one of the lawn chairs. I knew that the moment I entered the house, mom would hear the creek of the backdoor, she always did. And no doubt, being as late as it was, would get up in order to check on me, and make sure I hadn't come home too drunk, or too sick or something.

What I had done...was to slip out of my jeans, and proceed to jack myself off to a much needed, much wanted orgasm.

"Where were you?" I then questioned.

Shamefacedly, she admitted, "I was outside having a smoke."

Mother never really was a smoker. About the only time she ever did was after she'd had a fight with dad, or after something had happened that got to her. I swear, she'd had the same pack of stale cigarettes hidden away in the empty coffee can for as long as I can remember. So it wasn't like I didn't know she smoked occasionally, or rarely actually. But I certainly hadn't been aware of it that night.

"And?" I pressed, still wondering how much she knew, how much she really had seen that night.

"Well, you certainly never knew I was there," she began. "I put my cigarette out the moment I saw you come out back."

She didn't need to tell me where she'd been standing. Suddenly I knew. Suddenly I remembered that feeling of maybe being watched, though I had just used that, included that in my masturbatory fantasy, a fantasy that I no longer wanted to include involving Cheryl. So I'd included my mother instead. Imagined her watching me, seeing me as I stood there caressing my prick. The fact was, she had been.

"So you..."

"Saw everything," she completed. 

I'd forgotten how we'd gotten here in the first place. Or why even. It no longer mattered. For whatever reason, she was trying to sooth me, but all she'd done was remind me of a very erotic experience, an experience where I had imagined myself watching her, watching her do what I had once so long ago accidentally caught her doing.

"I guess that sort of makes us even then," I told her. Her eyes widened in surprise, then acceptance.

"So...you did see me, you do remember and know what I was doing!" She said in a combination of embarrassment, and surprise.

I laughed, trying to make light of it. "How could I not mom? I mean that thing was making more noise than your electric toothbrush, and besides being black, it was also half buried inside you when I watched you pull it out and drop it on the floor beside you. But it was already too late, I'd seen enough to know, and wonder, and think about it."

"You...you thought about it?" she questioned.

"For days! I was curious, so then I searched..."

"Searched?"

"Yeah...for your toy. And then I found it, found where you'd hidden it away, amongst other things," I stated without giving specifics. Even in the half light of my darkened bedroom I could see she was blushing furiously, and thought momentarily I had taken things a bit too far.

"The reason..."

"You don't have to explain," I told her.

"No, I want to, you need to listen to me," she began again. "Never once did I cheat on your father, but I did have needs, desires...things that were not being fulfilled. So I turned to masturbation, something I did a lot."

"Mom...really," I made attempt to interrupt once again. "You don't have to explain to me...I know."

"Which is why I'm not ashamed to tell you," she told me. "I knew you and Cheryl were having problems sexually, I knew how frustrated sexually you were...because I was. That night, when I watched you masturbate," she paused. But I heard the words before she even said them. "I masturbated while watching you. I imaged you touching me, touching me the way you did when you used to massage me, that silly little game we played, a game I knew we had no business playing, which is why I always shut things down before they went too far."

"You knew?"

Once again she laughed. "How could I not? When your whole focus turned into nothing more than repeating the same move over and over again, with each one a little more exploratory, a little closer to my exposed breasts. Admittedly, at first I thought it was amusing, your little boy curiosities, harmless really. But then I found myself looking forward to it, actually wondering, excited to see just how far you'd press it."

"Or how far you'd let me press it," I told her catching her off guard.

"Yes, admittedly," she stated. "And afterwards, when you would run off to your bedroom to sleep...to masturbate, I would head off to my room and do the same...with one of my toys."

"How'd you know I did?" I asked once again, curious. And she laughed again, shaking her head.

"Even as young as you were then, you couldn't hide from me the fact that you always had an erection, just as you had tonight...just as you still do now."

Trying to hide that fact was pointless. I still did. And I was still wearing the same pair of grey sweat shorts with the enormous round wet spot pointing that out. 

"How long has it been?" she asked suddenly.

"Almost three years," I said simply. Though it had been just over a year since my divorce. For the last two years of my marriage, my wife and I hadn't had sexual relations of any kind, which was just the beginning of the end for us.

"What about you?" I asked just as curiously. And then she really did laugh. 

"About the same, so I guess we were both going through the very same things at about the very same time."

"You mean you and dad?" "Quit having sex? Yes. About the time I discovered he was having an affair."

Which is what I had caught my ex-wife doing.

"So you haven't done anything with anyone else since?"

"No...you?"

"Nope...nadda."

For a brief moment we simply sat there in silence. The tension in the air was becoming unbearable. Then I felt her hand reach across my lap, grasping fully my somewhat weakening cock.

"Just say the word," she whispered.

"What word?" I screamed inside my own head. "Stop? Continue? What?"

"It's a naughty kind of feel good, I know. And if you want me to stop, just say so...and I will."

Instead, I reached for her breasts, felt them fill my hands just as my cock began more fully filling hers.

"Just this once, and never again," she told me. "This will be the end of our little game, it will be finished, here...now. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I told her.

She had me stand then, and just like that small child ages ago, I felt her pull down my shorts, only this time it wasn't to dress me, or undress me to dress me. When her soft warm mouth encircled my prick, I wanted to melt inside her mouth, right then and there. And I almost did. For the briefest of moments, I wondered how on earth my own father could have given this up for someone else. The way she sucked me, tickled me, pleasured me with her lips and tongue was beyond anything I had ever experienced before with anyone. And when I had reached that point of no return, I stopped her, reluctantly, even though I knew and saw within her eyes that she had wanted to continue.

"Not yet," I somehow managed to breathe. "Later...but right now, it's your turn."

The look on my mother's face was one I will never forget, and always remember. It was one of pure lust, pure desire, and pure wonder. Now it was my turn as she stood before me, as I slipped the tiny black thong down her legs, revealing the treasure of her femininity that was glistening with desire. I licked at her lips, savoring the taste of her nectar, sucked in the tiny bud of her clitoris, felt her shiver as she placed her hands on my head, running her fingers through my hair as she held me there, shivering, quivering expectantly. When she came, it was as though a dam had burst. A dam of pent up desire, frustration, and more. She literally exploded, the sweetness of her honey-dew spraying forth from somewhere deep inside her pussy, splashing my face as though I had stood beneath the shower. She laughed, cried, all the while crying out her joy and pleasures in wild abandon as I continued licking her, pleasuring her until the pleasure became more than she could continue to take.

"Fuck me," she said then. "Don't make love to me, I couldn't handle that under the circumstances, but fuck me...fuck me as a woman," she urged me with a desperation in her voice I had never heard before.

For the moment at least, she wasn't my mother, nor was I her son. She was a pussy that needed fucking, and I was a prick that needed to be fucked. It was that simple. Even the images and fantasies I had had of her, and perhaps she me, began to evaporate with each plunge of my prick inside her. All the frustrations, anxiety, and heartaches we'd experienced along the way began to vanish. Only the sweetness remained. The sweetness of her breasts as I kissed, sucked, and caressed them. The audible sighs of pleasure, a woman's pleasure, reached my ears as I licked, flicked, and once again devoured this woman's cunt in abstract pleasure and ecstasy.  And all she asked of me was that I not climax inside of her. Not that she could become pregnant, as she couldn't, but it was a line for whatever reason she wouldn't cross, and I respected that. Nor did I mind it, as she knelt before me, once again sucking me deeply, fiercely into her mouth. When I came, it was harder and more glorious than I could ever imagine.

I feared for a short time afterwards that that would be it. That guilt, remorse and even sorrow would set in and chase her away from my room, possibly even from my life. It was a surprise then as we lay side by side there on the bed, still fondling, still cuddling, still playing abstractly with one another.

"Whenever you're ready," she said softly still stroking my cock as it slowly began hardening once again.

"But I thought..."

Mother placed a finger against my lips, shushing me just as she'd done years before.

"When the sunlight filters through the curtains, then a new day will have begun. A new tomorrow for both of us."

It did, though we stretched the night for as long as it was physically possible to do. Never again did we even discuss that night, nor make any attempt to become intimate again. The game had indeed come to an end. But we both knew, it was one we'd both very much enjoyed playing. 



The Massage



For the last 5 or 6 years of our marriage, my wife and I have enjoyed spicing up our sex life with adult videos. I noticed how much wetter she got after we watched a lesbian love scene. I asked my wife if the thought of being with another woman excited her and she adamantly said no. 

Recently we went on a golfing weekend to a really nice golf resort and spa. One of the amenities was a free full body massage. I set up our appointments on Friday and Saturday afternoons at 4:30 pm. I asked for the massage therapist to be female and never gave it another thought.

On Friday after we finished our round of golf we went into the Clubhouse lounge to have a couple of beers. Since it was only 2pm, I knew we had plenty of time to get back to the room, shower and change before her massage. We proceeded to have quite a few beers and at 4pm, decided to go back to the Condo we rented for the weekend, shower and get ready. Promptly at 4:30, there was a knock on the door and when I opened it, I could not believe the hot beauty that was there to give the massage. While my wife was getting out of the shower the young lady started setting up her massage table and I quickly grabbed my DVR Camera and set it up on a bookcase facing the foot end of the massage table. I told my wife to just put on the fancy robe the resort had in the closet and to come out to the living area.

After introductions, the therapist instructed my wife to climb up on the table and put her head on the pillow.. At that moment I told them I would be back in about 30 minutes as I was going to run up to the liquor store for some more beer. It took me longer than I expected and I returned about an hour later to find the therapist putting her stuff in her car. I gave her a $20 tip and went inside, where I found my wife sitting on the couch watching TV. We got dressed and went out to dinner. 

I had all but forgotten about the camera until we were packing up to travel back to our home. I grabbed it and threw it into my suitcase and away we went. The following Thursday I was working in my home office when I suddenly remembered the camera and went and retrieved it. I downloaded the disc onto my desktop and proceeded to turn it on. I was not expecting to find what I found.

Right after I left, the massage therapist told my wife that she liked her clients to be really relaxed and she pulled out this huge doobie and lit it up. My wife took a couple of hits off it and then handed it back to the therapist who also took a hit and then set in on the table nest to where they were. She then asked my wife to slip off the robe and she proceeded to star the massage. She asked my wife if she had any areas that hurt her and my wife told her about her sciatica. When she got down to my wife's buttocks, she began to massage her butt cheeks in a rather sensual way. 

Then I saw it-my wife gradually spread her legs out. She kept quiet as the massage therapist went on the he thighs. I couldn't help but notice how close she seemed to come to my wife's pussy as she worked her thighs. She stopped and relit the doob and again they both took a couple of hits and then she started in again on the upper legs. I could see that my wife was getting wet as she laid there. The therapist kept getting closer and closer to my wife's love nest, but never seemed to actually touch her. Then she asked my wife to roll over and she started at her neck with the most sensual looking massage I had ever witnessed. As she went down around her breasts she began to tweak my wife's nipples. The only reaction by my wife was a loan moan. The therapist then began to work her way down to my wife's lower abdomen and then to her legs. My wife was laying totally exposed on the table when the therapist leaned in and ran her tongue right up my wife's slit. Suddenly, my wife grabbed the therapist head and drew her tightly to her pussy. She proceeded to lap on her for about 5 minutes until my wife had what I can only describe as the most mind shattering orgasm I had ever witnessed her to have. Then therapist then leaned in and they shared one helluva erotic kiss, before my wife began to kiss her way down the girls chest to her bobs. She pulled her shirt and bra of and then proceeded to feast at the table of 2 magnificent breasts, while she slid her hand down inside the girls shorts to her womanhood. It didn't take long for the therapist to cum. About 5 minutes later I came bounding thru the front door.

My wife and I had one hot session of sex later that night-I have yet to tell her about the video and of course she has never mentioned her evening either.



The Massage



"A massage? I've been for a massage before, what makes this one so special?" 

"Oh believe me, this is better than a mere massage, it's as if she knows exactly what makes you feel good, you have to experience it to believe it. Just go, you'll see."

He looked at the eager face before him. He had never seen Tom so worked up about anything before. 'Oh what the hell' he thought, let's see what all the fuss is about.

Taking the number that Tom was waving about in front of him, he called to make an appointment....

....The room was softly lit, warm but not too hot. 'Just how I like it' he noted. 

A gentle voice behind him said "Hello, I'm Angelique. If you would like to get undressed in the next room and slip the towel around you, we can get started." Her smile was warm and welcoming. Medium length soft dark hair hung in gentle curls around her glowing face. 'A beauty'he thought.

Undressing and slipping the towel around his waist, he contemplated what could be so different so as to get Tom so excited. Walking back into the main room, the sight took away his breath. 

The softly lit room now housed a large satin covered bed. Candles that flickered gently had been placed around the room, and from somewhere, (though you couldn't tell where) gentle music drifted across the air. A low rumble...'was that thunder I heard'? he loved thunder storms...

"Please..come..lie down."

For once, he felt nervous. His throat was suddenly dry.

"Would you like a drink?" She smiled and held out a glass. 

Taking the glass from her fingers he took a sip. 'Pineapple and coconut, my favourite!' This was getting quite spooky.

Making his way over to the bed, he lay face down loosening the towel around his middle. The coolness of the satin made tiny goosebumps rise on his skin. He felt her fingers slowly trace down his spine, and slowly, he began to relax. 

Warm aromatic oil pooled teasingly at the base of his spine. Her fingers dipped into it and slowly began their ascent to his shoulders, working in small circles, with a firm yet soft touch. 'Nothing strange about this', he thought. A simple massage, a very good one, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Angelique smiled and felt him relax under her fingers. Working slowly, deeply, massaging the muscles along his back, her fingers touched a spot that made him shudder.

'What the hell was that? God! I wish she would do that again!' his mind soared from the sensation. 

Angelique's smile broadened. Now the massage would really begin. Moving in circles around his skin, she fleetingly touched the sensitive spot again and again. A tiny, almost silent moan escaped his lips and the sensations built inside, arousing him like never before. 

'Deeper' he thought, and she pressed deeper.. 'Again!' he thought, and she massaged the spot again and again..

Suddenly she stopped. "Turn over please," she whispered in his ear. He felt as if he were in a dream, he was so relaxed, and yet he was excited to see where this massage would take him.

Slowly he turned over. The satin felt cool under the warm skin of his back. Under the towel precariously draped across his waist, he felt his manhood twitch with anticipation. He took a deep breath and tried to relax once more.

Her hands moved slowly over his smooth chest. The warm aromatic oil made his skin shine in the candle light. He closed his eyes, and let his mind drift. The music sounded a little louder than before, and there was the sound of the ocean in there too. Another low rumble...'yes! that was definitely thunder.' He shuddered at the sound and a shiver ran through his body. Inside his mind, a picture formed. 

.....A secluded beach, the waves moving slowly, caressing the shoreline with its gentle ebb and flow, and, in the distance, a thunder storm moved closer. The low rumbles lasting longer as the storm approached. Suddenly, he was there. Lying on the sand. Angelique was sat tantalisingly astride his legs, her fingers replaced by her warm soft lips, caressing his body in tiny nips and kisses. Once again she found the secret spot that made his mind explode in ecstasy. Her fingers, followed by her lips, caressing it over and over, until he could take no more and, reaching down he pulled her upwards, capturing her lips in a slow lingering kiss. Their bodies glided against one another, as once again she slid downwards. His manhood, now erect and hard sliding effortlessly between her breasts. Once again he reached for her, pulling her upwards, and capturing her lips. Over and over their bodies slid against one another, passionate kisses followed his organs sensual massage between her ample breasts, until finally, they collapsed breathless against one another. Glowing..sated..spent.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, the softly lit room coming into focus. Her beautiful smiling face above his. 

"I trust everything was to your liking?" she said.

His voice seemed to elude him for a few moments. "Perfect," he replied as he smiled back at her, and in that instant he knew, they would spend many more blissful moments together.......



The Massage



It was the afternoon, and Justin was having the longest day. Things at work weren't going how he'd have hoped they would, and for the most part, the whole of all his projects seemed to be collapsing on top of him today. He needed release, and so he was on his way to his favorite spa for a massage. Maybe that would liven his mood, and relax him. The recording industry was a tough business to be in these days.

He arrived about 45 minutes before his appointment and when he walked in the gentle aroma of jasmine and vanilla cascaded over him and suddenly he seemed to feel calm overtaking his muscles. Calm christened his face for possibly the first time all day. As he walked to the counter he saw the women in the spa looking at him. It wasn't that he was particularly attractive in any way. He was slightly overweight, and his job forced him to spend most of his time indoors and so he was as pale as the day is long. His hair was shaggy, coming down just above his neck, and it hung down into his eyes. He wasn't tall, mostly average, and he certainly wasn't toned. No, it was something else about him that made people take notice. There was something about him that women just seemed to know, like when you walk into a room and your eyes immediately focus on someone and you can't quite figure out why, but you'd really like to just get near them. He was, for all intense and purposes, attractive to the opposite sex.

Holly, the girl that worked at the front desk, was a buxom young girl that always seemed a little to happy to see everyone, no matter who it was. The Grim Reaper could walk in and she'd greet him with a warm smile and a happy hello.

"Hey Justin, it's good to see you again," she said, cheer dripping from her voice.

Justin didn't smile, "Today it's just good to be seen. I'm here for my appointment." He brushed the hair out of his face.

"Awww, it sounds like someone is a little crankers today," she fidgeted with her computer while Justin pondered the word crankers and whether or not people should get beaten with a bag of oranges for saying it. "There you go honey, you're all checked in. You know where the locker rooms are... unless you need me to show you."

Justin raised an eyebrow. This was a new level of playfulness from Holly. A small crooked smell fell on his face, and he just shook his head as he walked away from her. She always got to him.

As he got to the locker room and disrobed he thought about Holly. He'd love to fuck her. She was beautiful, but he wondered if she was just as perky in the sack as she was at the front desk. "Oh my god, you make me cum or I'll be crankers tomorrow." The thought made him chuckle a little bit, but oddly enough it also made him a little hard too. His cock wasn't magnificent, but it wasn't bad. It was long enough, probably 6 inches, but the width, that's where he made up for it. He could just barely touch his thumb and forefinger around the shaft, and it had the right curve too. Upward. He had just recently trimmed it too, which made it look a little more impressive than it really was, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

He put on his robe and headed for his massage room. He had requested April today, like he had the last time, and the time before that. She was waiting for him at the door and she smiled, "So good to see you today, Mr. Fox." She ushered him inside.

Justin finally smiled a real big smile, "You are a sight for sore eyes today missy. I'm so ready for this it's not even funny."

She laid the sheet down on the table and excused herself while he took off his robe and slipped between the top sheet and the bottom. He called her back in. As she came in she did not say a word. She simply began to go about her work like she always had.

Her hands were so warm, and her touch was electrifying. The stress of the day melted away with each of her undulating, pulsing squeezes. She started on his legs, and worked her way up his back, and he moaned a little.

"Turn over," she said, and she smiled at him.

As she began to massage his feet Justin watched her, and she knew he was. She was beautiful. Her breasts were nice full C's, and on her small frame they looked huge. She was short, but at the top of her legs rested her best feature, her big heart shaped ass. It was magnificent. It was the kind of ass poets wrote sonnets for. He began thinking about grabbing it, about pulling her long brown hair that stretched almost all the way to it, and bring her lips smashing into his.

He didn't realize that he had drifted off into his fantasy until her hands moved up his thighs. He was startled a little, and even more so to see the tent he was making out of his towel. He looked at her, but she hardly seemed to notice, she just kept doing her job. She rubbed from his knee to his thigh, over and over, but then, as if from nowhere he thought he felt her graze his balls. He shrugged it off, but almost as quickly he felt it again. He looked down, and he saw her staring right at it. She couldn't take her eyes off his hard cock. She looked at him, then back at it, and then it happened. She reached under the towel and grabbed the shaft tightly at the base.

Justin let out a long deep sigh. It felt so amazingly good. April smiled devilishly as she felt his freshly trimmed member. She slowly began to work her hand up and down the shaft, and with every stroke Justin felt the tension of his day fading away. Then he felt the towel being taken away. As he looked down he saw her hand moving up and down his hard shaft, and he was mesmerized. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. As he did so he felt something warm. April was hovering her mouth over the tip of his cock and blowing hot air down the shaft. It sent chills up his spine, and just when he thought he couldn't take it she slid the whole thing in her mouth without touching it, blew out hot air on the shaft, and then slowly closed her mouth around it. The combination of sensations, the warmth of the air, and the hot wetness of her mouth almost made him cum right there. He let out a long, low moan.

Slowly she began working her mouth up and down the length of his shaft going slowly from the base to the tip, base to the tip, base to the tip. Her mouth felt amazing. He was afraid that if she sped up anymore he was going to cum right there in her mouth. This was so amazingly forbidden, and the thought that someone might hear what was going on in here turned him on even more, but if he only knew how wet April's throbbing pussy was right now it would have drove him over the edge.

April got up, and whispered in his ear, "Time's almost up, but I want you to fuck me right here."

Justin's body was on fire. He quickly got off the table and threw her down on it. It made a squeaking noise, but he didn't care, he wasn't even listening. She pulled him down to her and laid a deep kiss on him, "Fuck me!" She seemed to yell and whisper all at the same time.

He pushed her legs over the side so they were dangling off the edge, pushed her back, and grabbed at the waistband of her uniform. He ripped them off, panties and all, down to her shoes. Her pussy was beautiful. It was trim, but not shaved, and there was a nice dark tuft of hair. He could smell her musk almost instantly permeating the air. She was wet. He threw both of her legs up onto his right shoulder and looked into her eyes as he licked his hand and rubbed the shaft of his cock. He let out a deep growl.

The head was between her legs, and pressed against the tight opening between her legs, accentuated by the fact that they were together on only one of his shoulders. He pushed the head slowly into her pussy, "UGHH!" She cried out, and then threw her hands over her mouth. Justin moaned and pushed into her slowly. Her pussy was so hot, and wet that he could hardly stand it. He began slowly pumping in and out of her. As he did he could hear her muffled moans through her fingers. Justin wondered if there were ears pressed against the door. He wondered if they would get caught. The whole thing made him so excited, that it made his cock seem like it was harder than it had ever been before.

"Fuck me like you mean it," April's hands moved away from her mouth for just a second, and that was all the encouragement that he needed. He began pounding her pussy hard. Their bodies were slapping together, and with every thrust April almost screamed out in pleasure. Even though she was covering her mouth, it was still loud.

He could hear her through her hands, "Ohfuck, I'm gonna cum."

Justin smiled at her, "You don't get to fucking cum, my time isn't up yet." He pulled his cock out of her, and he grunted as it came out. He picked her up off the table, turned her around and bent her over it. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and he plunged himself all the way into her again. Her hands grabbed the edges of the table and she had to bit down on the sheet to keep from screaming out his name. Her muffled yelps kept him going.

He felt it building, it was deep within his balls, but it was coming soon. "I hope you're ready to cum now. It's my dime and I'll tell you to cum when I'm ready. Is that what you want?"

She didn't say anything, she just nodded her head.

He watched her ass shake as he pounded her pussy. His strokes were deep and hard and deliberate, and he could see her juices glistening on the shaft of his dick every time he pulled it back. She was so fucking hot and wet. He spanked her and she yelped. It was loud, and he was almost sure someone had to have heard it. He was right on the edge. "My time is up, you fucking cum now," and just as the words left his lips he let out a long low growl. Aprils' pussy tightened around his cock so hard that he could barely move it. April could feel his hot cum spraying deep inside of her, and it only intensified her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she yelled into the bed.

Justin kept pumping into her until all the cum was drained from him. Then, they both stayed where they were, motionless. And then it came... the laughter. "Thanks baby, I needed that," Justin said.

April smiled as he slowly slid out of her, "Just be ready for me when I get home tonight. Next time try taking off your wedding ring."

Justin pulled her panties up for her, "You keep that inside of you, and we'll get it out when you get home. Until then you think of me every time you take a step."

April smiled at him, and he put his robe back on. He was finally relaxed. As he walked out of the room he saw two of the other female therapists that worked there. As he made eye contact with them and smiled, they both blushed and walked away quickly in another direction. Someone had indeed been listening. 



The Massage



WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately.

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

Also there are scenes of unprotected sex. Again, this is just a fantasy. We live in the age of AIDS. This writer is not responsible for any actions of the readers. 

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"How often do you masturbate?" 

"Heidi!" Maria exclaimed.

"Well?" the Latina persisted.

"Aren't you getting a little personal?"

Heidi backed off for a moment. 'Soft sell' she rebuked herself. 'This one is going to need some gentle prodding. She is not as aggressive sexually as you are,' continued her own mental dialogue. And Heidi was aggressive sexually. She was, 38, Dominican and was built accordingly: 36 size breasts which made for a hell of a profile and could get a rise out of a corpse when she wore a white sweater which contrasted nicely with her tan skin; 27 ½ in waist—she would admit she slightly overdid it at Christmas with her family's and friends' dinners; and 37 inch hips—she was Spanish…say no more about flaring hips. She continued.

"Maria, hon, all I am saying you need to be good to yourself. It's been almost a year since the divorce, not to mention the years of separation. And unless you're keeping from your best friend—yours truly—you haven't been dating which means you aren't getting any. And if you're not doing it with someone else, you're doing it with yourself and to yourself."

The redhead, who was in the kitchen removing coffee cups and dishes from the dining cabinet, stopped in mid-motion. She shot a slightly angered glance to her girlfriend through the archway which leads into the living where Heidi was reclining on the sofa. Maria knew she was right but she hated to admit it. If she lost her hands, she'd loose her sex life. It had been that way since splitting from her ex. She definitely didn't want a relationship; she didn't want to get her hurt again. Yet she did have needs. During the years of separation, she was able to block out sex. But when the divorce became final a year ago, she could no longer block of The Need. Her hand hands took care of The Need 3-4 times a week. She didn't like a vibrator or dildo. She just let her hands and fingers work their magic on her 41 year old body. In fact she just recently started tasting herself. Her fingers would ply open her slick pussy petals, slipping between them, entering into her most desirous and eager opening…pumping slowly and then rapidly while her other hand massaged her (literal) hot button. She then would remove her syrup-covered fingers and quickly put them into her mouth to enjoy her own tart wetness…licking, sucking. She had developed this taste for her own nectar from when her ex would kiss her after eating her out. Sometimes when she self-pleasured, she would remove her gooey digits from between her spread thighs and rub the juices on her erect nipples. She would then cup one of her massive breasts and bring the glistening teat to meet her out-stretched tongue. She would then provide the same pleasure to the next breast and nipple. Maria discontinued looking at her friend and turned around to reach upward for the Folgers.

Speaking of masturbating, Heidi was headed in that direction. When her friend turned around to get the coffee, Maria stood up high on her right tippy toes to reach the cabinet door above the sink. Maria's other leg bent into a backward L; her left calf and foot were straight and parallel to the floor. Her bottom left foot, incased in a conservative pump, pointed at Heidi. This caused the redhead's skirt (also a conservative item) to hike upward just under her luscious ass cheeks. This resulted in the Latina's long legs to quickly uncross and become slightly spread. 

"Ewww," she quietly hissed to herself as her right hand also moved quickly…up under her beige miniskirt and rest on her pink bikini panties. The flats of her pointer and index finger began drawing circles on her awakened mons. This was nothing new for Heidi.

The Latina definitely liked men and the hardness they brought, but she had no hesitations about "pitching for the other team" occasionally. She often enjoyed the touch…the kisses…the caresses…the licks…the sighs…of another woman. Maria had become a frequent fantasy for the Dominican. Heidi knew that Maria wasn't really aware of how hot she still was. Maria looked like the redhead from that Raymond show. At work she sometimes wore a skirt just above the knees or had an extra button on her blouse undone but it was never intentional. The girls worked as executive administrative assistants in a law firm and it was this unintentional sexiness that had some of the attorneys—and Heidi—going bonkers over. Maria and Heidi shared adjacent offices and could visually see each other like now, through a doorway. Over the past three months Heidi had begun to notice Maria at the office. On an occasion she would see her friend's sexy thighs and legs when she was sitting crossed legged while on the phone thanks to a hiked-up skirt. Or when Maria was in Heidi's office standing over the front of her desk, the Latina would be treated to her breasts…which still stood proud with little sag. Sometimes during these moments, Heidi would also get a glimpse of Maria's cleavage that seemed to have depth like the Grand Canyon. During one occasion Heidi saw Maria's profile as the redhead was standing straight and bending forward to get copier paper from a bottom drawer. Speaking of bottoms: this bending over while standing straight caused Maria's skirt to become tight over her ass which formed into a succulent letter C. With her well-toned calves and the heels she wore that day—it was an incredible profile shot for Heidi, whose nipples immediately hardened. Many of these little occurrences caused Heidi to touch herself. Discreetly and quickly, she would stroke her pussy under her skirt (like now in her friend's living room.) Thank God Heidi's desk was one of those old wooden ones where you could not see under it. Or sometimes Heidi would give her breasts a quick pass-over with the palm of her hand. One time when Maria was sitting on her chair and pulling out folders from a bottom draw, her legs here slightly parted…giving the astounded Heidi an unobstructed view of her white panties. This caused Heidi's own panties to become moist and her mouth open. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was knocked out of her trance by the ringing of her phone. On the way home that night, Heidi thought about Maria's cunt. Was it hairy? Bald? Did it have a little pubic hair? Whether hairy or little hair: oh the redness of that pubic hair! How meaty were the lips? Did she cum a lot? Was she a screamer when she did? That night Heidi was so horny she fucked her boyfriend at the time so hard, the area below his penis head bled slightly.

Maria had gotten the coffee and was descending from her ballet-like pose. Heidi gave her sex one more fast swipe and pulled her hand from her under her skirt. Her legs hurriedly returned to their crossed position. Maria turned to her friend, smiling. As she did, her great breasts jiggled slightly. Heidi returned the smile, thinking how she'd like to suck her friend's breasts til the next morning. 

"Coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes."

"That's fine."

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As the ladies enjoyed the coffee, Heidi resumed her "sale."

"It's a massage parlor ex—"

Maria cut her off. "A massage parlor? You want to take me to a massage parlor?"

"Let me finish. Yes, it is a massage parlor exclusively for upscale ladies. It's very classy. The atmosphere is Park Avenue. And the way they pamper you? —absolutely incredible: Champagne, Jacuzzi, silk towels and robes, imported scented oils—the list goes on. You can go there strictly for a massage…or more." 

Maria's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The massage," Heidi paused for a second before reiterating the other option,"or the more can be either with a guy or a girl."

Maria's mouth dropped open. 

"I kindda knew you wouldn't go for that but I figured I'd paint the whole picture."

The redhead, surprised at such an establishment, sat back in her chair. "How did you find out about this place?"

The Dominican just grinned. Maria rolled her eyes and asked, "Can you tell me how long you are going there."

"Two weeks. And I have been enjoying this luscious young guy. His name is Gio; he's Italian like you. Can't be no more than 22, 23. He just started there about the same time I began going. Good looking, muscles, six pack abs, well-defined legs, and a cock you would die for. Gotta be 8 inches. He has some girth but it's the length. And when he's slippin' and slidin' out of me, I see stars."

Maria's gently bit her lower lip at this X-rated description. A tremor of excitement ran down to her loins. Then she returned to her hesitant self. "Oh I don't know Heidi…"

"What do you mean you don't know? This kid is perfect for you He's Italian and basically also a newbie in this environment. He told me. He's never done this professionally. He just returned to New York. He grew up in your borough: Queens. Maria, he's young, which means his six-shooter can lock and load in no time. He's handsome, built, hung like a horse AND he's a real sweetheart. Very pleasant and sweet to talk to. He's also interested in pleasuring…not just getting pleasured like most of the male gender is. At least go for the massage. " Heidi could see Maria was mulling this over. The Latina went in for the kill.

"I'll pay for your first session." She could see in the redhead's face she hit pay-dirt. 

"Oh, ok. I'll go. But just for the massage" 

Heidi was overjoyed. She also thought, 'Once she sees Gio, she'll consider the massage the appetizer and go for the main course.'

"Wonderful! We'll go Friday night, right after work."

"But that's two nights away."

There were several sarcastic replies Heidi could respond with.

"Well, you have to just cancel your date with Mr. Clooney and tell ole Georgie-boy that

you have plans with a younger man."

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Friday evening after work Heidi and Maria cabbed it from their 5th Avenue law office to a brownstone tucked between 3rd and 2nd Avenues. When they walked up to the second floor there was a receptionist desk. Maria initially felt like this was a doctor's office. That feel of a medical office was soon replaced with the feel of a high price bordello. The receptionist bore a resemblance to Beyonce only slightly darker and had on a sky blue halter which gave a copious view of her huge breasts and cleavage. There were was a woman, wrapped in a towel, walking by Heidi and Maria arm-in-arm with a 20-something guy who had the physique of Rambo and was wearing a speedo. New Age music played; the walls were a pastel blue; and a slight scent of vanilla hung in the air. To their right there was a lounge area where an attractive woman in a business suite was conversing with two brunettes and a blonde on a plush sofa. One brunette was wearing a thong bikini; the other was in a body-doll outfit. The blonde was decked out in a French maid outfit. All three were in stiletto heels. Business Woman, after a few seconds of deciding, tapped her hand on the knee of Bikini Brunette who at once stood up and extended her hand to the lady executive. The two, smiling, walked hand-in-hand, past Maria.

"I figured a bikini would be the easiest thing to get one of you girls out of," Business Woman softly commented to her new-found friend." The girl chuckled.

Maria was in shock…until Beyonce welcomed her friend.

"Heidi! Sweetheart!" she declared with a wide and genuine smile. "How are you?"

"Hey there, Angelique. I am good. How are things with you?"

"Any better, I'd be a sin."

"I think you already are, Ang."

The ebony knockout cast her eyes to the redhead. 'Heidi wasn't kidding. Her friend still can make a dead man cum. Or dead woman.' "Good evening. You must be Maria. Welcome."

Maria had been thrown for a loop, between Mr. Speedo, Business Woman's decision-making and now this V-neck display of chocolate cleavage. She slightly regained her composure, only able to respond with a simple "Thank you."

Heidi opened her purse and withdrew her American Express card, giving it to Angelique. The receptionist continued her conversation with the newbie while she processed the credit card. "You are so lucky you have a friend like Heidi. If I had a friend who treated me like this? I would never be able to pay them back. And with Gio, too? Jeez. I would do Heidi's laundry for a month. I haven't had a chance yet, but you can bet I would let his cream mix with my chocolate."

The Italian was knocked for another loop. The double-entendre and a vision of this black sex kitten getting banged by a white stud sent shivers down her spine and lower region. She just smiled in response. 

After Heidi finished paying, Angelique handed her two keys. "4 and 5", she announced their rooms. "Enjoy" she offered to both girls, letting her stare linger a second or two on Maria. Heidi directed her friend to the left. Angelique watched the two lovely skirt-covered asses move to the private rooms. She concentrated on Maria's. She already knew what Heidi's rear looked like without clothes. She ought to, after having that Latin ass on her chin several times this month. The other girl's ass looked just as delectable. Angelique had been with a few white men and women but never a redhead. She licked her lips. 'I have serious case of jungle fever,' she mused to herself.

The girlfriends first passed through another lounge area. There was a man sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

"Hi, Rob" Heidi greeted.

The man put down the newspaper from in front of his face. He was white, bald, dressed in all black (two piece suit and T-shirt) and was built like a linebacker. Even sitting down, it was clear that this guy could give Hulk Hogan a run for his money. Muscles grunted in response, gave both women the visual once-over and went back to his paper.

The two friends proceeded toward a door. Heidi said, "He's a Made Man. I don't know which of the Five Families he's with, but this place is backed by one of them." She opened the door for her friend. They stepped in and the Latina closed the door. The sounds and smell of sex hit them both (more so for Maria.)

"Oh yes! Yes!"

"Jermaine, your hands are magic. I love it"

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

"Ahhh, Jeanette, you taste like heaven."

"A little to the left, please. That's the spot!"

"Don't stop, Paul! Don't stop. Harder! Harder!"

"I'm cuminnnnggggg!"

Heidi could see the shocked expression on Maria's face. "Don't worry. This area is sound proof." 

They walked down a hallway with five doors on each side of the hallway. The pastel blue and vanilla scent from the reception continued in the hallway. One door opened. A matronly woman wearing a mink coat walked out hand-in-hand with a blonde guy dressed like a postman. He was behind her and whispered in her ear "Deliveries in the rear again next week? She said with a wicked grin, "Hmmm, perhaps you should try the front door." They both laughed and walked through the door the girls just entered. Maria's head was spinning.

Heidi, smiling all the while her friend was having her senses overloaded by the raw sexuality, stopped in front of two adjacent rooms with their respective numbers on the top part of the door. "Here we are. I'll take 4 because I like foreplay and you take 5 because you're going to come alive!" The Latina handed a key to her friend. "I've got Gio booked for both of us. I'll go first. He'll shower then take care of you. Speaking of a shower, every room has one. Go shower, relax, have some Champagne—there's a chilled bottle in every room—and get ready to be pampered to the max." Heidi gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek, said bye, and entered her room. 

Maria stood next to her room. The aroma of fucking continued to roll through her nose and the moans and groans of passion continued going through her ears. She looked at the key. It was a card key that she needed to swipe like in a hotel. She swiped and entered the room. "Oh this is lovely," she said with a smile. The room, a pastel pink color, was large with plush carpeting in a pink slightly darker than the walls. To her left was a massage table and next to that was a queen size bed. On the wall between the table and bed was a golden shelf with a variety of oil bottles and baby powder. Below the shelf was a chilled bottle of Don Perrion next to three glasses. In front of her was a small bathroom and closet. To her right was another door which presumably led to the next room, Heidi's. Next to the door was a velvet chair. The room was relaxing and elegant. 

The Italian undressed, hung up her clothes in the closet, and stepped into the shower which had a frosted sliding door. After adjusting the water levels, she just stood and let the water rain upon her. Maria was horny. She always had been, but since the other night when Heidi told her about this place she got even hornier. After her friend left Wednesday night, Maria dashed to her bedroom, stripped, and fucked herself into oblivion. She came two times. Then last night in the shower she gave herself such an orgasm she had to hold onto the metal shower guard. She now wanted to masturbate…to caresses her 37 inch breasts…tweak her aching nipples…send her fingers down into her hot hungry hole. No, she decided not to. She decided to get laid tonight. The sights, sounds, and smell of this place pushed her over the edge. The massage would just be a warm-up. She would let this young studster named Gio—who was old enough to be her son—lick and screw her brains out. She grabbed the bar of soap from the dispenser and quickly showered. She toweled off and lay on the massage table, naked. 

"Aye, papi! Aye papi!. Oh papi!" Maria heard her friend as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom. She thought that in a place like this you wouldn't be able to hear in the other rooms but she always had good hearing. She always figured her friend to be a loud senorita. The sound of a male grunting alternated with the Spanish cries of passion. It was starting to get to Maria. The horniness was returning.

"Aye si, papi!" Deme tu pene grande! (Give me your big penis!) 

Maria's breathing was getting heavy. Her nipples became turgid. Her legs opened, with her pussy starting to get moist.

"Oh, Gio! Deme tu pene grande! Demmmmmmeeeeeee!" Their bed started creaking. Maria chuckled to herself, 'A massage parlor/whorehouse with a high-class atmosphere and hourly motel beds.'

"Me gusta tu pene grande, Gio!" (I love your big penis!) Maria's hips started bouncing. She held onto the sides of the massage table. She did not want to touch herself and get off to the erotic wailings of her friend getting screwed. She wanted to get off at herself getting screwed.

"Oh Gio! Oh Geeee-oooooo!" 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he cried.

Maria now clenched the massage table's sides. Her teats were at this time aching. Her cuntal moisture was increasing, and her spread hips were bouncing even more. 




The Massage



The couple's "oh's and ah's" dwindled into kisses. Maria's body responses also started to decreased. Her hands had become white-knuckled as she successfully prevented herself from masturbating. She had willed herself not to climax. The redhead heard her friend talking.

"Oh sweetie, next week you HAVE TO eat me out. I wanted you to be fresh for my friend. Besides, tonight I just needed a good plowing." Maria could hear another kiss. "Come on, get showered and I'll introduce you to her." "Ok," he said good-naturedly.

Maria stopped dreaming about sex for a minute. That 'ok' sounded slightly familiar. She heard the shower go on in the next room. In a few minutes the water was turned off and foot steps could be heard as well as the sound of a towel being rubbed.

"Let me tell you about my girlfriend. She's Italian like you. A divorced mom with one son. She's a redhead. You ever had a red-headed MILF?" Heidi did not give him a chance to answer. "You ever had a red-headed Italian MILF who hasn't gotten laid in years and plays with herself like there's no tomorrow?" There was silence from Gio.

'A MILF?' Maria thought to herself. 'Me? A MILF? I would never consider myself that. Well, hey. Great advertising on Heidi's part. Left the kid speechless. Did she, though, have to mention the masturbation?'

He finally answered. "No." There was a little happy anticipation in the one-word answer. Again, Maria thought she heard that voice before. 

"And I thought it was you who was going to rock her world. She just may do yours," Heidi stated. "Oh my look at that!" the Latina exclaimed. "You're hard again. Aye mama! Already? She's going to love you. Come on."

Maria's heart started racing. She propped herself on her elbows and spread her legs a little further. She wanted to give Gio a memorial first picture of her. She heard the door knob turn. She licked her lips. The door opened. Heidi stepped in first. Maria was shocked to see her friend naked. In a second the redhead instantly summarized her friend had a killer body. 

"Hi," the Dominican said with a girlish tone. It was now Heidi's turned to be immediately—and pleasantly—surprised. She always figured Maria had a knock-out shape and she was right. It was even better because Maria was splayed open like a centerfold. Heidi's left arm was extended backward, holding onto Gio's hand.

"Maria, meet Gio." He entered the room. 

Maria's eyes flew open in total horror. Gio was her son John, who was now standing before her nude with a humongous hard-on. In turn, he had the same reaction as his eyes flared open. Here was his mother without a stitch of clothing, laying in a wanton position expecting a massage and probably more.



The Massage



Having the day off did nothing to lessen the stress in your day. Kids to school. Lawyer to interview. Papers to obtain, which meant unpleasant phone calls to endure.

I could hear the faint hopelessness in your voice when i called to check on you about 3. The day had overwhelmed you. I could see you clearly, seated at your computer, thick woven sweater, snug jeans. Searching for the distraction from recent reality that would settle your thoughts.

I left early searching for the things I knew would ease your mind. leave you in the peaceful cushion of affection and strength that allowed you to believe that anything is possible, and everything would be all right soon.

The plan was simple, the supplies easily obtained, even in the icebound small Maine town. Before 4, I pulled up to your door, and strode to your door. Anticipation of your reaction to my presence warmed me against the frigid weather.

You were so distracted by the events of the day, the door sat unlocked. I slipped inside quietly, the house was silent save the persistent taps and clicks from the computer inside. Lost in the intricacies of your newest creation, I slipped up behind you, placing a steaming cup of tea on your right, and a single red rose on your left. As you begin to turn toward me, I place my hands on your soft cheeks. I lean down and whisper softly, 'Just relax baby, let me love you for a while.'

I feel your eyes close and your cheeks rise into a slight smile as my fingers trace a line along your jaw and over your temples. Reaching your scalp, my fingers fan out, tenderly gliding through your soft blond hair. reaching to the back of your head I remove the clip holding your hair up, allowing it to cascade over your shoulders, and freeing my fingers to begin their journey.

My fingertips fan evenly along the top of your scalp, and I begin a slow and firm circular motion massaging the entire scalp. Releasing your hair fills the room with the fresh clean scent Ive grown to associate with you. and as my hands reach the back of your head, the quiet catching of your breath speaks loudly to me of how much you are enjoying this.

When i find the base of your skull, I pull my fingers together and slowly drift them along the ridge to your ears, up wards along the back of your ears, and then down toward your earlobes. I pinch the lobes, rotating my grip on them releasing the pressure points hidden there. your head is beginning to rock back and forth in time with my circular motion. I rotate my grip up onto the cartilage of your ear, drop down to the ridge of bone behind the ear, and then forward to the hollow just under your jaw. Using all 4 fingers on each side, i softly rotate massaging the glands and muscles there.

Placing my thumbs at the base of your skull I begin to press against the middle of your neck. Firmly gliding from hairline to the curve of your shoulder as my thumbs reach the base of your neck my fingers are placed along the sides. I use the support of my hands along the sides of your neck to begin to rotate your head from side to side and front to back. Stretching your neck, working the knots out as I go. You have released control of your head to me now. It lolls freely as I manipulate you. your breathing is shallower than before, but your skin is beginning to flush as the room gets warmer.

Feeling your head moving freely in my hands, I slide my left hand gently across your collarbone to the top of your shoulder. Pressing down firmly on your shoulder and against your head I'm able to loosen the tender muscles joining your neck and shoulder. Pressing your shoulder forward and back releases more muscles, bringing small gasps from your mouth.

In the soft glow of the screen I can see your lips slightly parted as you breathe softly. Shifting from left to right shoulder, your neck is remarkable, limbered and loose. gripping both shoulders I turn your chair toward me. not facing me, but a quarter turn to the left. I softly slip my hands down your left arm, grasping your delicate, yet strong hands in mine. Using both hands together, your hands feel so small and fragile as I begin to knead at the heel of your palm. slowly circling the soft pads of your palm I can feel the tension leave you visibly. eyes closed now, head back, absorbing the love I am offering.

I continue my journey to the base of your fingers. I take the thumb in one hand and the fingers in the other. After a few minutes, I slide my hands back up your arm, across your shoulder.over the opposite side and back down. Following the same finger and hand procedure, I slide back up your arm, Ending at the base of your skull where I started.

Then I begin the slow descent down your back. But to accomplish this, I need you out of this sweater. Standing to your side, I lean down and slide my hand under your legs. Your arms wrap familiarly around my neck, your chin nuzzled against my broad shoulder. I lift you smoothly and carry you to the bed. Placing you softly among the pillows and blankets, you look at me for the first time. A single tear rolling down your cheek as you try to speak. I gently touch your lips, lean close to you, kissing the tear away. I whisper to you 'Later my love, Just relax. Its just us now.'

Your arms go taut around me, as your body slumps into my chest. I hole you gently for several minutes as your shudders slow, your breathing steadies. My fingers fanned out under the heavy sweater roaming tenderly across your smooth warm skin.

I softly kiss your neck and you loosen your grip and allow me to remove the sweater. Rolling you onto your tummy, I straddle your hips. Knowing this is where the afternoon would lead, I have a small bottle of massage oil to help relax you. Rubbing it into my hands, the scent fills the room. You purr softly, recognizing it, knowing this is to be an extended pleasure for both of us.

I place my slick hands at the small of your back and smoothly glide up. Over the swell of your ribs, along the edge of your shoulder blades, finally reaching the joint of your arms. Flattening my palms I press down and move toward your spine from both sides. Your skin slightly glistens with the oil, leaving you practically glowing in the fading light of sunset. I Pour some oil directly onto you, at the base of your neck, quickly following the stream down your spine with firm fingers, spreading the soothing slipperiness across your entire body.

As I slide my hands across your skin, I match my pace to your steady breathing. My thumbs hard against your spine, palms pressing against your shoulder blades, Fingers tickling your ribs as they dance along your skin. On the way down your spine i place my fingers along either side of your spine and glide in a slow circular motion, finding every knot and tightness, gently pressing it from you.

Looking down at you, I am amazed at the beauty, strength, and genuine love that radiates from you. And so thankful that it is focused on me. My hands sliding across your body are working their magic. Your breathing is deep and even, your muscles are relaxed and supple. Your hips are beginning to ever so slightly rock against me. I cant help but smile.

Moving down your body, I remove your thick socks, revealing your delicate pale feet. I spread oil along the soles, making you tense slightly, but with fingers firm enough that you are not tickled. Using my thumbs to press at the soft points at the base of your heels and rotating forward toward the ball of your foot. Your toes noticeable loosen and relax as i work my way to them, flexing them gently, stretching the tiny muscles that connect all the way to your scalp.

You begin to purr softly as I roll you over and continue to run my thumbs over the top of your foot to your ankles. As I do this I twist your arches slightly against my fingers underneath. Your eyes are gently closed, lost in the feelings and release between us. A delicious aspect of our relationship from our first meeting is our ability to transfer emotion and need from one to the other. This intimate emotional connection increases tenfold with such close physical contact. A wondrous quality neither of us ever knew existed, but has become an unspoken constant between us.

As my hands reach the cuff of your jeans, the first voluntary movement you have made is to deftly unbutton them and raise your hips, offering the rest of your body to me. Pulling from the cuffs as you slide from the waist, we work your legs free. You lay before me, I cannot help but stop to take in the intense beauty. Every time I see you it sends shivers through me. Gentle soft curves. Smooth pale skin. An intoxicating mix of raw beauty, tender innocence, loving sensuality, and fierce loyalty wrapped in the most blindingly beautiful body I have ever imagined. My every dream laid out before me, and offered to me willingly and with deep and abiding love and devotion. How could I not love you in every way possible?

Applying more oil, I begin to run my hands up your calves. Years of heels have left them firm and strong, but also sensitive and responsive to kneading and relaxing. I cup my hands behind your calves, my fingers nearly meeting your shin and begin to strongly squeeze the entire muscle. Gripping it with my whole palm. After a few minutes i can feel your feet go slack and your knees turn slightly, opening your legs lust a slight bit. I also begin to notice a new scent mixing with the oil. again I cant help but breathe deeply and smile.

I lift your right ankle in both hands, resting it on my shoulder. placing both hands at your knees i begin massaging up toward your ankle along your calves. Thumbs digging into the hard muscle, fingers lightly gliding over your soft skin. I repeat the process on your left calf and proceed back up to your knee. Light tickling touches behind your knee bring a soft grin to your face as you snuggle deeper into the sea of fluffy bedding.

I proceed up your left thigh, stretching the tight hamstrings, and firmly sliding my hands down the length of them to the swell of your butt. Circling gently to the sides of your thigh I proceed back toward your knee. I rotate form leg to leg for several cycles your body becoming both more relaxed and more responsive as my attentions continue. your breathing is now deeper, yet still even and calm. your skin is soft but noticeably warmer to the touch. You have a soft purr deep in your chest, and the emerging scent of you dominates the room.

With each pass down your thighs, my hands venture closer to your sex. the softness of your skin glistens with wetness I can feel before even approaching your mound. when your hips begin to rise to my hands, I softly place just the tips of my fingers along the outside of your lips and gently rub the moisture into you. Your lips are beginning to open with wetness and excitement as i massage closer to them. Your hips grind against the pressure. Working to get my fingers closer to you.

I explore you from the tuft of hairs above your slit, to the swell of your ass between your legs tenderly, but constantly moving closer to you. Suddenly, you rise up and my finger dips into the wetness you have created, sliding smoothly to the very opening of your pussy. I hold it just at the opening watching your face as you grind toward me. Slowly I press two fingers into you feeling you flex around me, but not wanting to end this, I push them in and pull them out directly.

For the first time your eyes shoot open at their withdrawal, you see me bring them to my mouth and taste you deeply. sliding my other hand directly to your soaking clit, I share the second finger with you. You suck hungrily at the juices, as you groan at my touch. Knowing you are close, I slide two fingers down to your opening and continue deep into you. Feeling the wetness covering them I search the front wall of you for the spot I want. Finding it just inside and hard against the wall of you, I point directly at it and press using a firm circular motion. At the same time I curl my thumb to rub your clit at the same pace and stroke.

You almost instantly go stiff and cry out as you clench tightly around my hand. Nails digging into my arm, legs wrapping tight around me. Your cum lasts for almost 2 minutes before you relax your grip and fall back to the bed gasping. Exhausted but relaxed and radiant. Your eyes look lazily up at me and your hand gently touched my scarred arm. you pull me toward you kiss me softly and whisper 'Thank you, my love.'

In the fog of orgasm and relief, you drift softly to sleep in mid sentence. I cover you with blankets and place you on pillows to let you rest. an hour later you wake to new smells in the small house. I have pizza for us. Nothing fancy, but your favorite, and something we can share.

You come to the couch dressed in a thick robe and sit gently on my lap. wrapping your arms around me and kissing me deeply you ask, 'what did I do to deserve US?'

Kissing you back i whisper to you, 'This is what we always deserved, now we have it.'



The Massage



Had he ever known she'd be sensual about it.....

There is a chance he may not have written the script as he did. It was written only for him but, somehow it went further than his eyes.

All those advertisements got brushed off as nonsense, or as a trick for unwarranted and distasteful sex. He was not that way. He still is not that way. It turns his stomach and he wants something more.

It does not have to be romantic. It does not need to linger or become anything more. She answered the call on that premise. 

When she heard the tone of his voice, she could feel her heart miss a few beats before pumping hard. The hard pumping made her hold it tight, thinking maybe it would stop the pressure and tightness. There was a subtle release and she caught her breath. 

The phone disconnected and she ran upstairs. A fast shower, a faster meal and she was running out the door. That sweet scent dabbed behind her ear and just beneath her soft supple breast finished off her flowing outfit. Although she preferred them more firm, she knew he was in favor of soft. Soft it was. 

The painted fingernail at the end of her long lean finger rang the doorbell. As her hand left the button, it found its way to her hair, flipping the long strand from her cheek. The breeze fought her on it until he opened the door. She stood on the mat waiting for him to speak, or at least blink. His eyes traveled along her body even though it was draped with a flowing white dress. As the breeze picked up, it pushed her skirt between her legs. 

Realizing she had no undergarments on, his pants got tighter. Finally, he blinked, but paused before opening them again. The end of his deep breath also ended his blink. Smiling, he stepped backwards into his foyer, but kept his hand on the edge of the door. It gave him a bit of cushioning as he rested his forehead for balance. The vision on his doorstep was more than he expected.

Those bare suntanned shoulders supported a thin-strapped dress that draped so softly over her breasts. The outfit offered the slightest tempting bit of cleavage, which he had to refuse. His mind accepted the vision fully. Feeling his cock beginning to harden, he stepped aside and asked her in. 

As she danced past him, the scent of her filled the doorway making him close his eyes tight again in a flash of a fantasy. Once inside, the door closed behind him and he extended a hand to introduce himself. She was thrilled by the feel of his masculine grip. He was impressed by the soft skin but firm hold of her hands. It was such a mutual appreciation, they continued holding hands until the back porch was in front of them.

Although she was there to provide him a service, she immediately imagined what those hands would feel like on her. She asked about where to go to wash up a bit. He led her by the hand. The scented soap and color coordinated towels were a nice touch -- even the lit candle helped to set the mood. She washed her hands, splashed a bit of cool water on her face and returned to him.

By this time, he was already in place on his cushioned table, face down and propped on his elbows so he could watch her as she flowed back to him. Each step was calculated as it swished the material between her otherwise bare legs. Her high heel sandals clicked on the slate floor as she stepped closer to him.

She noticed that the table beneath him was leather. She'd never seen anything like this in someone's home before. He must get a lot of these, she thought. And then her mind came back to his strong, bare, freckled back. She peeked under the top sheet for the presence of a bottom sheet to absorb any drips. He had one in place like a good boy.

On the side table were a slow cooker with water and a few soft-sided bottles bobbing in it. She offered him a choice of scents as well as a choice of oil or lotion. He chose the spicy scent and he chose the lotion. Both lubricants were warm and both were slick but if she got oil on her dress, it may stain. He selected it for her benefit.

She smelled it with her eyes shut to brand her mind with how the whole situation looked and smelled. And so her fantasy began...

He lay there on his stomach waiting for her hands to touch him. The music went on low and a gentle breeze from a fan across the room added to the moment. She spoke to him in a velvety whisper. The bulge in front of him was trapped and could not grow any further in this position. Her well-chosen words melted all other parts of him. The things she said did not require response. Not even a responsive moan was necessary. 

Then she was silent.

He listened hard for her breathing but could not hear it over the gentle hum of the fan and the trickling water garden in the corner of the room. When she saw his closed eyes relax and stop trying to listen to her, she squeezed the cream into a palm and rubbed her hands together. The crackling sound escaped from her palms as she smeared the warm whitish cream between her unstill hands. He readied himself. Not knowing which direction she'd be coming from, he jumped a bit when she placed her lathered hands on his shoulder blades.

That is where she'd begin her journey. The heel of her tender hand pressed on his back below his neck. Slight pressure against his shoulder blades led her down his back. One vertebra at a time, caressing and sliding along his bare skin, she was on her way. It took several minutes to reach his ribs. Back and forth across his back, he tried to flex his arms to tighten his back. As he did, she pressed one hand on the sheet that covered his ass. 

The feeling took him by surprise and he stopped the flex show. Too much focus was on impressing her with his muscular back. She wanted to press her painted fingertips into the softness of this man. Her fantasy included tenderness. It was appealing and even erotic to touch such a strong man and find that bonus softness -- tenderness.

The sheet was slowly turned down exposing his back all the way down to his waist. Fingertips pressing and kneading on his back were alternated with a firm rubbing. It was a whole palm rotation applied in just the right way that made his cock turn excitingly soft. He marveled at how she could be so sensual and make him happy to be flaccid. Her mission was back on target. The slight dip at the small of his back invited a tickling. Hands already covered in the slick warm lotion, she decided to appeal to his unspoken desires in another way. He squirmed on the table as he felt her two hands on his shoulders accompanied by a moist warm sensation on his back. He hardly believed she'd engage her tongue like that. 

With a bit of sucking, she soon had a mouthful of the taste of him. That erection returned in its entirety. The licking went on. Her strong tongue made itself known as she continued her hand movements up and down his back. As the fingertips on her left hand walked up and down his back, her right hand trickled over the edge of his back to approach his chest. She tracked her fingers up and down his side until the tickle feeling passed. Eventually she could slide her fingers beneath him and feel his hard nipple pressed against the cool white sheet. Two fingertips were able to pinch on it and generate a moan. 

She pressed forward more to get more of his tit between her fingers. He did not shift or roll to allow it, but she got there anyway. Feeling his firm nipple between her knuckles made her wet. It brought her to a place where it felt like he might have been pinching hers. But this was better. Her other hand joined from the other side and soon, she had her hands full of his perked-up chest.

With his broad back, the far hand could barely reach. As her arm extended across him, her breasts hung low enough to brush across his back. His head lifted at the feeling but she pushed it back down with a soft, soothing word whispered directly into his ear with her hot breath- "relax". Before she pulled away, she nibbled on his sexy earlobe.

Her hands slid from beneath him for a short spell as they tracked along his tender ticklish sides. When they arrived near his hips, she traced the heart shaped curve of his pelvis where it gave her better access to his groin. 

The feel of his bone led her where to go. As she glided her hands beneath him once again, he lifted his hips to give her better access. Just as she felt that silky hair, his thighs tensed and she slowly, inch by inch, withdrew her hands to continue along the way. Settling his hips again, she returned to the mission. That tender part of him was so sensual and so inviting she could not resist going back for more. This time though, his cock had grown and shifted. It startled her this time to feel that smooth hot swollen head there to greet her fingers.

Teasing him would only be a novelty for so long. She stroked the head and ran her finger along the rim for a brief moment. One hand came out from under him fast, the other pressed along his hip, essentially asking him to roll over. He let out a "mmmm" almost in refusal. 

She took her other hand out and proceeded along the back of him to finish this half of the massage. With a quiet splash, the bottle of lotion was returned to the hot water. She traced imaginary fun designs on the back of his legs with the warm lotion. Her hands began at the first droplets of cream that landed just below his ass. It was always that tender part of his legs that excited her in such a private way. The little beads of lotion were rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until her soft hands blended the cream into his leg. 

She pressed on his ass and massaged one cheek before massaging the other. He forgot all his worries feeling her hands on him like this. She again modified the innocent massage. One hand pressed along his muscle, running up to his waist. Just as her hand reached his shoulder, the other started at the lower edge of his cheek and followed the first one. Over and over, pressure and rubbing and again and again, she added to his sensations. When he felt her bare hanging breasts touch his thighs, he could not picture her straddling his knees. He never imagined she was about to lick the bottom of his waistline.

She gathered as much saliva as she could and gently, respectfully placed it with her tongue during a tender kiss where his cheeks met. Tongue in place, her hands moved to his back again and continued along his body. As they tracked down his sides where his body met the table, she scooped her hands beneath him once more. This time when he lifted his hips, she took advantage of the access he provided. Her fingers met at his cock and clasped together around him.

She took hold of it with one hand and gently slid out her other. The massage of his lower legs would have to wait while his third leg got some close and personal attention. This time, he listened and rolled to his back.

The cool white sheet gracefully draped his cock. He was stiff enough to keep straight in the air while she maneuvered herself along his legs. She tried not to touch her pussy to his legs while they shifted. It was too soon to let him know how truly wet she had become. 

The sheet was lifted from the side, keeping his chest private but allowing her to see his cock. She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth to him. He constricted his muscles to make it dance. As she was about to take it in, he'd dance it away. Her mouth closed and his cock came back at her, tapping her on the lips. This game went on...and he gave in.

After a few short pumps to her throat, she sat up across his thighs, dripping into the space between them and she began the massage of his chest. Lotion on her palms, she rubbed all over his chest to evenly distribute the creamy feeling.

As she smeared it along his body, she blew gently. The tickling sensation was exciting. He felt it through his body and it exploded through his nipples and through his cock. 

Being in the open now, she reached between her own legs to reach for the cock that was barely tapping on her sensitive wet lips. Lotion slathered his balls and made stroking his shaft easier and slicker. 

As she stroked him, he reached to the side table for the bottle. She held his cock straight up in the air and he dripped it into her fist. Sliding up, sliding down, and up again until her fingers hit that fat ridge. When it reached that point, she tightened her grip and forced her hand over to the head. All her fingers tightened to stimulate his cock. With a pinky and thumb wrapped confidently around the base, he felt the pressure mounting. 

His pinched and tweaked nipples became a glorious part of the massage. Her hands alternated.

One hand rubbed up along his chest to his belly and to his fine hairline. As it approached his cock, both hands would remain as the other hand released and trailed, rubbed and massaged the way to his chest and shoulders. She was talented and kept him guessing where her hand would touch next. All the action made him stop thinking. Now he could concentrate on the feelings imparted. 

The feel of her breasts bumping along his face as she stroked his cock. Standing at the top of his head gave her a wonderful view of his full body. The manly curves and bulges of his body were making her wetter.

She slipped a hand from the action upon his chest to take his hand and silently ask for a reciprocal mini massage. He went willingly as she guided his hand between her legs. When he felt her skirt on his wrist, he spread his fingers to greet her pussy. Arm extended over head, they both enjoyed the new perspective. He was able to bring his other hand there as well. Two fingers pinched the base of her clit, just as she pinched the base of his cock. His long strong middle finger tapped at the tip of her. The gasp she let out was not enough to tell him how it felt. But he knew it when she stood so high on her toes. That hand of his caused her to climb back on the bed with him.

As much as she tried to escape his touch, she wanted more of it. Escaping was to keep him as guest of honor, staying was pure pleasure. The mix blended with his tongue on her tender but red lips. Her tongue played with his head, wrapping it around as the rest of his package called out to her. Those tender balls setting so perfectly between his tender thighs were just asking to be sucked and licked. 

As her mouth encased them, she felt her skirt slide to her back. He grabbed her tight by the ass and pulled her more firmly to his face. He knew exactly what he was doing. She could slide her knees away and allow him the tasteful pleasure of doing what he knew best. The shifting feel of his soft then firm tongue pressed against her in all the right spots. Leaving his tongue beyond those tasty lips gave a feeling she had not felt before. Sucking her lips paired well with the tongue that found a sweet spot within.

His massage became a sensual one fast. But then she got the hand job. A bit of flavored oil dabbed in all the right spots kept him massaging and licking her for hours. She wanted to touch and suck him, but he melted her. 

His fingers parted the petals to expose her inner gems and to let the juices flow for him. They were in the powers of his knowing mouth. With all of his focus on her, he began to go soft.

She was more turned on by that stage than when he was solid and upright about to poke her. 

Soon enough her mouth was fully engulfing his cock and balls. Her tongue swirled it around the cavity until he began to stiffen again. They were both so close they spun their hips together as though they were screwing. Each pump up brought that wonderful cock to her throat. Each bounce brought his tongue deeper inside her. With an unexpected slap on the ass, intensity overcame. 

More lotion was applied between them, the dress was torn off and they slid along one another's body. He grabbed her by the ankles and slid her along his body until she was centered over his cock.

She sat up straight and he glided right into her muscled-up tight hole. Once in place, she leaned forward, grabbed his ankles and continued the massage up his legs, sucking on his legs as she went along.

He massaged her ass as it bounced on him. He was able to see himself disappear in and out of her slick pussy as she moaned with desire. She could see his balls press to her wetness each time they bounced. As soon as her creamed-up hand went between their bodies and grabbed for his cock, they started to cum.

Restraining a scream or a yell, the speed of the bouncing slowed and let them do it again.

She dismounted him and continued on with the rub-down.



The Massage



Massage. A new experience for me.

I am lying there on my stomach being kneaded by strong hands, with a tiny little towel doubled folded and laid over my ass. The masseur is a sun tanned body builder type who also has a little towel wrapped around his waste. He has a very hot body of course and is the sort of man every woman wants to fuck. He is slowly rubbing oil into my legs, my thighs in particular. His hands move closer up toward my crotch with every movement. I slowly open my legs a little so he can massage further up my inner thighs. The feeling of his hands is electric. I can feel my dick hardening to his touch, even if it is squashed beneath me. I feel his fingers accidentally touch my balls. Just a slight touch. Enough to make we want to cum already. He is so hot. I see his muscular tanned body next to me, the little towel around his waist. I look at the slight bump made by his dick. I imagine it is getting bigger. Maybe it is. It is right in front of my face now. Only inches away...

He is moving his hands up my thighs now. It feels so good. He once again bumps my balls. He must realise my dick is getting so hard? What can I say? 

"Sorry, but you have a such a hot body. Do you mind if I just suck your cock?"

What if he is not into that sort of thing? A woman only type man. What a waste that would be! My mind starts to wander with desire. I recall the day before when I came home unexpectedly. I heard noises from the bedroom. I slipped off my shoes and quietly climbed the stairs. Through the crack between door and jamb I peered in. There was my wife, naked, on the bed, my brother's hard dick in her mouth. A teen guy was behind her, also naked, pumping his rather slender but quite long dick into her cunt. Another older man was by her head, naked as were they all, slowly stroking his horse like member, waiting for his turn on my wife's cocksucking mouth. The fucking slut! I couldn't believe my eyes.

I knew I should march in, indignant, demand to know what was going on. Order them all from my house, including my wife. But I didn't. Instead I stood there, cuckold that I now am, unzipped my fly, and with difficulty extracted my quickly hardening dick. I slowly began stroking it to a complete erection. I watched as my brother's body arched back slightly, obviously delivering his load of cum into my wife's very willing mouth. When she finally finished sucking and licking his meat she turned to the older man, All the time the teen just kept fucking her, watching the older men. The old guy quickly pushed his enormous cock into her mouth. She was moaning as she sucked. I didn't know she desired such a big cock, or so much of it. It wasn't long before he too delivered his warm load into her mouth. I wished it was my mouth. Finally I saw the young guy spear her hungry cunt with a final lunge of his hot teen cock. They finally collapsed onto the bed. I spewed my load of cum all over the wall. Luckily it is painted white. I quickly, quietly, cleaned up the mess with my handkerchief, and made my way silently back down the stairs. Then I opened and closed the door, calling out that I was home. I imagined the panic upstairs. Too good.

I came back to reality. This sexy hunk was moving his hands toward my crotch again. I felt his hand lightly touch my balls once more. I was sure I was going to cum. 

"Roll over", he smiled. 

This is going to be a problem. A little towel, and enormous hard on. What am I going to do? I try pushing my body over, holding the towel at the same time. The towel slips down onto the floor. I am lying there, hard on exposed, reaching for the towel and feeling embarrassed and foolish.

"Don't worry", I here him laugh. "It happens all the time."

I bet it does. I climb back onto the table, lying on my back. My hard cock lies, pointing upward, on my stomach. He tells me to push my knees up, legs apart. I do so and immediately feel his strong hands sliding up my thighs toward my ass. Suddenly I realise he has injected a finger into my hole. His lubed digit is slowly sliding in and out of my ass. My cock gets even harder. I'm sure I am about to cum. Fuck, it feels so good! He must hear my breathing, getting heavier as I enjoy his penetration.

"Good", he asks?

"Mmmm", is the only reply I can make.

I see him standing by my face. His towel drops to the floor, his great, thick erection springing forward only inches from my mouth. I have never sucked a cock before. My mouth opens slightly, I run my tongue over my lips without even thinking. I want it so bad. So fucking bad. In my mouth, in my ass, anywhere!

He moves from my ass to my cock. I feel his strong hand begin to massage my dick, his

other hand carressing my very full balls. His dick is still in my face. I know what is expected of me, and I am only to willing to do it. I lean over on my elbow, opening my mouth. He moves back, teasing me?! 

"Get up," he commands quietly. "Better on your knees," he adds. 

Obviously a man of experience. I do as I am told. Springing from the table I am on my

knees in front of his lovely strong body, my hand on his prick. I put my mouth to the head, lick his cock hole hoping already for some pre cum. Not yet. I can wait. Slowly I push the head into my mouth. Mmmm. This is as good as I had hoped. So fucking good! I slide my mouth further down his penis, just like I have watched my wife do to me so many times. And now like I have watched the slut do to others!

I slide the member back out of my mouth, my hand still gripped around the shaft. I look up at him for approval, and see it on his face. Obviously I am not doing so bad for an amateur. I pass my tongue down the length of his shaft, something I have always dreamt of doing. So delicious. My tongue darts to the bottom of his shaft, licking his balls. I move my open mouth to his balls, sucking one side of his lovely full sack into my mouth. His cock and balls are shaved. Something I have dreamt about. So fucking delicious!!

I push his delicous sack out of my mouth, with my tongue. I enjoy it so much. Fun even, if it didn't all taste so good. My ass wants him so badly. I wonder if he will? I want his big hard cock in my virgin ass even more than I want him in my mouth. I slip my tongue back up the shaft, back to where it all began. Slowly I slide the head, then as much of the beautiful shaft as I can fit, back into my mouth. I have never seen another man's cock up so close, so personal I suppose, but it feels awfully big. I continue to suck his prick, sliding the weapon in and out of my mouth. I hope I am satisfying him? I've never done it before, but I know for sure I will do it again. Far too good to stop now.

His hand goes to the back of my head, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I can't take any fucking more! I suddenly feel his weapon and body jerk slightly. His cum bursts into my mouth. The only man's cum I have ever tasted was my own. There seems to be gallons of the stuff. I know there isn't but it is filling my mouth. I gobble and slurp, swallow as I fast and as much as I can, trying not to miss a drop of his beautiful juice. I feeling like I am choking on his cum and his dick. 

Slowly he releases me. He slides his softening dick from my mouth. I am licking it, the head for any cum left over, a few last tastes from the shaft before he finally pulls it away from me. I don't want to let it go. I want to whisper to him my hottest desire. 

"Fuck me",. I want to plead. To scream. "Fuck me. Just fucking give it to me!" But I don't. Maybe next time? I can't fucking wait!



The Massage



Living as I do in Las Vegas, I have a wide selection of massage parlors to choose from.

I went to my favorite massage parlor one Sunday about 1:00 PM. It has been my experience that most people do NOT want a massage early on a Sunday afternoon, so I was pretty sure I would not be interrupted.

I went in and greeted the masseuse, June. She is Chinese, about 35 years old, and is quite good looking with long black hair, a nice body (marred by a couple of tattoos), about 5 feet 5, and about 120 pounds. She showed me to a room.

"June," I said, "I want a table shower". One nice thing about this massage parlor is it does NOT charge extra for a table shower.

June smiled at me and left. I undressed and laid down, but not on my face. I laid on my back and started to stroke myself. June walked in.

"Ready for your table shower?" She grinned when she saw what I was doing.

I wrapped a towel around my waist as we walked to the table shower room. As she was running the water over the top of the table to warm it up, she reached back with one hand to stroke my hardening cock.

I laid face down and June started to wash me. Unlike most masseuses, she did not use one of those plastic poofs to wash me, but just used soap and her hand. She washed my back and my arms, then moved down to my legs. She ran her hands up and down, stroking my balls, stroking my thighs, stroking my ass, and even playing a bit with my asshole. She did this for about 5 minutes, going from just stroking my balls to reaching under and stroking my cock (I admit I did raise my ass to help!). It felt sooo good, I almost felt like I was going to cum.

"Turn over."

This time, she started on my front. I reached up and felt her tits through her shirt and bra. I lifted them up and took her bare tit in my hand; it was about an A cup, but with a dark brown nipple about the size of a thimble! She reached down and started to stroke my cock. She did this for so long I finally had to say 

"Are you going to make me cum in here?"

June just smiled and brought her tits to my mouth. I love sucking on them, and it made my cock throb even more.

Eventually we made it back to the massage room. June started on my back, but not with "therapeutic" massage strokes. They were gentle, very light, and very erotic. She stroked from my neck to my ass and back again. After a little time she moved down to stroke my legs, my ass, and my balls. She started using her hair, moving it up and down. God, it felt good! Soon I could feel her breath on my skin as well. She had never done THAT before! Her breath felt so hot and so sweet on my skin. She was a tease, too, doing my back, then down one leg and up another, two or three times, before she moved her mouth over my ass crack and balls. Again I had moved my ass up a little to help her. 

Again the tease! She moved her mouth up to my neck and started kissing and licking my skin, from my neck down to my ass, down one side and up the other, then going down the spine. A tease again! She went down one leg and up the other, licking and sucking my toes on the way.

She finally got to my ass. I could not believe it, but she was licking and sucking all over the cheeks of my ass, teasing me again! She knew I wanted her mouth on my asshole, balls, and cock, but she was going to get there in her own good time.

Finally she was licking in my ass crack, from the top all the way down to my balls and up again, with just a little hint of her tongue pressing on my asshole.

Now she got down to business, licking and sucking my balls, licking and sucking the head of my cock as she pulled it back to face her.

"Do you like?" June said to me.

"I love it! That feels so good. Some more, please."

June left the room for a moment; I heard her lock the front door.

June came back, and took off her shirt and bra, as she had done before. She surprised me by taking off her shorts and panties as well.

"Turn over."

I turned over and my rigid cock slapped my belly. 

June got on the massage table facing my feet and planted her pussy on my face. She had a nice pussy, with brown lips the color of her nipples, but the hair was long, straight, and black' it went up my nose a bit. I started licking her pussy, flicking her clit, long strokes up and down, using my fingers in her pussy, too. While I was doing that, she got back to sucking my cock, licking up and down, licking and sucking my balls, and even using her fingers to stroke my butthole. She came at least twice in maybe 5 minutes.

"Oh God, I want to fuck you so bad!" I said to her.

June got down from the table and pulled a rubber from her shorts. (A little late!) She put it on me and climbed on. She started moving up and down, lying down so I could suck her nipples and kiss her mouth. She was surprisingly tight, hot, wet, and very very erotic. We fucked like rabbits. 

June turned around, so she was facing my feet, putting her very nice ass on display for me. I reached out to touch her butthole.

"Not there, it hurts."

Taking my hand off her butthole, I placed both my hands on her hips to guide them up and down.

After another few minutes, I had her get down and bend over the table. This was not a good position (nothing fit right), so she laid down on her back and we played in the good old-fashioned missionary position. 

Finally, I cried out "I'm coming!"

June did not need to see (she had made me cum with her hand many times).

"Cum on me!" June cried.

I pulled out and came on her belly.

June reached down, scooped up some of my cum, and licked it up.

"I like."

"June", I asked, "what got into you? We have played before, but always the stopping place was my hand on your tits, and you using your hand. Why this, and why now? Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but why?"

"Jim," she smiled, "I was horny, and I know you are a nice man, clean, and I know you would take a long time to cum, so I knew I would have fun."

"Thank you, June. That is one of the nicest things I have ever been told."

We cuddled for a while (not easy on one of those skinny massage tables), then I dressed, tipped her, and left.



The Massage



I have been hinting around to Julie my wife, that I would like to see another man, massaging her and playing with her body as I watched. 

I finally asked her one night as we were laying in bed, "Would you like to get an erotic massage from another man as I watch?". 

Julie hesitantly said, " Yes."

I casually mentioned one day at work with a co-worker that we were looking for a masseuse to give my wife a massage. My co-worker said that he knew of one he and his wife use from time to time, and that he satisfies his wife in every way imaginable. 

I called the masseuse one day, talked with him for several minutes and decided to make an appointment with him to give my wife Julie a erotic massage. 

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One night while Julie and I were in bed I told her, " I had found someone to give her a massage and I think that you will enjoy it." I told her,  "I have him scheduled to give you a massage on Saturday night."

Julie said, "Are you sure about this?"

I said, "Yes I am , I have talked with him and he seems like a nice guy."

Saturday finally arrived. I could tell that Julie was excited.

She kept asking me," What he was like?"

I kept telling her, "It's a surprise."

I took my wife out to our favorite Italian restaurant, and we both had her have a few drinks with our meal. I had arranged it to where this masseuse that I had found would come over to our house after we got back from our night out on the town.

Julie and I came home from our night out, it was about 7:00pm. We both took a hot shower and waited for him to arrive. After 20 minutes we heard a knock at the door. I answered the door. 

Julie called from the bedroom , "Come here would you please?"

I asked Scott to come in, and excused myself and went to see what Julie wanted.

Julie said "I would like it much better if I had massage in the soft bed rather than the hard massage table that he has brought." 

I told Scott, "Julie would prefer her massage on the bed rather than his table."

Scott said, "No problem, I several clients that like to be massaged on the bed rather than the table."

Julie excused herself to the bathroom before Scott could see her. Scott went into the bedroom and spread a blanket on the bed and told me to get Julie ready for her massage by having her remove all her clothing, and to have her lie face down on the bed .  

Scott excused himself to the kitchen to get his oils that he had brought warmed up. 

Julie emerged from the bathroom looking nervous.

I told Julie, "There is nothing to worry about. I had checked this guy out and he is not any threat." It seemed to put her mind at ease.

Once in the bedroom, I helped Julie out of her robe and had her lay on the bed crossways so that Scott could get to her body better.  Julie had really gotten a little to tipsy from the drinks that she had earlier, but was ok.

I said " I am going to help with your massage tonight, so just relax and enjoy your massage."

Julie said, "I will try." 

She had no idea what was in store for her. 

I told Julie that if she became uncomfortable about anything to say so and things would stop. 

Julie gave me a wink and said, "I trust you".

I turned off all the lights, closed all the curtains, and lit several small candles and placed them around the bed. 

I went into the kitchen to tell Scott that Julie is ready. I could tell that Scott was excited about giving Julie a massages due to the large bulge in the front of his pants. 

Scott said "Give me a few minutes. I want to warm my oils up a little more."

Scott and I had talked some while in the kitchen. 

Scott said " Whatever you two feel comfortable with, I will feel comfortable with it too." After a short pause he added, "Are you a jealous person?"

I said " No, I am not a jealous person, I just want Julie to feel special , I will go along with what ever she wants."

Scott smiled and said "Then get ready for an exciting night."

I returned to the bedroom After a few minutes Scott entered the bedroom.

Julie took a deep breath and she said quietly to me, "Here we go."

Scott asked Julie , "Are you looking forward to the massage. "

Julie said, "Yes, I have looked forward to it since my husband had mentioned a massage to me."

Scott said, "Are there any spots that needs special attention?"

Julie said "All over."

Scott just grinned and said, " I think I can take care of those spots to your satisfaction."

Scott said, "Are you ready?"

Julie said, "Yes!"

Scott asked , " Do you have a preference in what type of massage you would like?" 

Julie said ,"I just want it to feel good."

Scott said, "Ok, lets get started."

Scott poured oil on Julies back and massaged her with long strokes, moving from her shoulders down to the tops of her hips, occasionally stroking her sides making sure not to miss her breasts. Julie moaned with every stroke. Scott was working his magic on her. I saw Julie relaxing for the first time in many years. Scott worked on her back for a long time getting all the knots out.  

Scott then moved to her butt cheeks. I could see that Julie was squirming slightly to his touch. With every stroke he would slightly spread her cheeks exposing her anus. It was apparent that she was enjoying his touch...she was spreading her legs slightly and lifting her butt when his hands would stroke close to her ass hole. Scott saw what she was doing, so he ran a finger across her anus. Julie let out a moan when he did . Scott looked at me and smiled when she let out the moan. Both of us knew what Julie was wanting. 

Scott poured warm oil on her cheeks and let it run down into the crack of her ass. When Julie felt the oil she spread her legs and slightly lifted her butt up off the bed exposing her anus and pussy for Scott to see. Scott slid his fingers down the crack of her ass and began rubbing and pushing just the tip of his finger into the opening of her butt hole making sure not to enter her anal ring. 

Julie began breathing even harder and squirming more with each stroke.

While Scott was exploring Julie's butt hole, I was fingering her pussy. Julie's pussy was extremely wet. I could see that the blanket that she was laying on was soaked from her pussy juices that was flowing from her. I slid my fingers inside her pussy, searching for her G-spot. 

I could see that Scott had a hard on thru his pants. I had a raging hard on as well. My penis was struggling for freedom, so I removed my pants and underwear. When Scott saw me removing my pants he removed his also. I was amazed at the size of Scott's penis. It had to be at least 7 or 8 inches in length and very thick. Julie knew that we were removing our pants.

Julie began moving her hands, searching for cock.

I was watching Julie's hand as she searched for Scott's penis. When Julie found his penis she gasped. She was startled by the size of his massive cock. She tried to wrap her fingers around it, but could not because of the girth of his shaft. She began stroking it slowly at first, playing with his large mushroom head, then increasing the speed of her strokes. I could see that Scott was beginning to leak large amounts of pre-cum from the head of his cock. Julie could feel his warm fluid. Julie could not stand not seeing his massive cock and the pre-cum she was feeling with her fingers any longer, so she turned her head looking down to see what her hand was stroking. I could see Julie smile when she saw it for the first time. Julie ran her thumb into the slit of his penis making Scott leak even more pre-cum. 

I was enjoying the sight of Julie playing with another mans cock so much I moved to head of the bed, where Julie still could stroke my cock and where I had a ringside seat of the action that was taking place.

Scott then started massaging her legs. I could see that with every stroke Scott was making on her legs, Julie was spreading her legs farther and farther apart. I could see him looking between her legs, while licking his lips. I could tell what Scott is wanting. He was wanting to run his tongue over and in my wife's pussy. Julie could tell this was very exciting to me by the amount of pre-cum that was leaking from my cock. And as the more excited I became, the more Julie lost her inhibitions with Scott. 

Scott positioned himself between Julies legs. With every stroke of her legs, Scott's hands would go further and further up Julie's thigh until he was brushing the hair between her legs with his fingers. Julie would let out a slight moan and her ass cheeks would flex every time Scott would touch her ass. By the time Scott was done with her legs, you could see the glisten from the moisture that was running from her wet pussy onto the blanket.  Scott finished with her legs and said, "Roll over so that I can do your front."

Julie let go of my cock and rolled over. I could see that Scott was looking at my wife's beautiful big breasts as she turned over. Julie is enjoying two men looking at and touching her naked body.

Julie reached for my cock again and began stroking it.

Scott stood next to Julie's head. 

Scott began rubbing her shoulders and neck. 

Julie said, "That feels sooo good."

Julie was enjoying the massage as well as being touched in her intimate places. Julie turned her head to look at Scott's cock. As Scott massaged warm oil on her neck I could see Julie move her hand to her side reaching for Scott's cock again. Instead of stroking Scott's cock, Julie pulled his cock to her face as she parted her lips. Scott looked down and gently thrust his hips forward, just far enough for Julie to envelope the swollen mushroom head of his cock into her mouth. Julie ran her tongue over the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum off . Scott was enjoying the massage as much as Julie and I was. As Julie licked the head of Scott's cock , Julie stroked me faster and faster. I could hear the wet sucking sounds from Julie sucking on his cock. Seeing and hearing the sounds of Julie sucking on another mans cock excites me more than anything and is something that I will never get tired of. Julie sucked on Scott's cock for some time. Julie craned her neck trying to take in as much of Scott's cock into her mouth as she could. Scott being so long and wide, Julie could not get the entire shaft of Scott's penis in her mouth. 

Scott pulled his penis out of Julie's mouth still hard and moved down to her side to massage the rest of her body. Julie turned her head to me and opened her mouth wanting my penis in her mouth now. Julie took my penis in her mouth and feverishly began sucking my cock. 

Scott poured warm oil on Julie's chest and began massaging her breasts paying particular attention to her nipples. Julie placed her hand to her side reaching for Scott's penis. Finding his still hard penis with her hand she began stroking him. Julie would let out a moan every time Scott would touch and gently pinch her nipples. Julie's nipples got rock hard from his first touch. Scott knew she enjoyed her breasts and nipples being touched . So Scott bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking and caressing her . 

Julie started moving her hips from side to side. I could tell that having another mans hands touching, caressing her body, was turning my wife on. I had never seen Julie like this....... and I had never thought I would see Julie so turned on by a massage. 

Scott continued massaging Julie's breasts. The more Scott would play with her nipples, the deeper Julie's breathing got. Scott was sucking on her nipples, taking one into his mouth then the other. Hearing the sounds of another man sucking on my wife's nipples and the moans that she would let out was driving me crazy.

Scott moved from Julie's breast to her lower belly. Scott poured oil on her belly and began massaging it in. Scott would massage lower and lower until he was running his hands over the little tuft of hair that was over my wife's pussy. Julie had her legs slightly parted, allowing easy access to her pussy.

Scott poured copious amounts of warm oil right onto Julie's hot pussy and began to gently rub her clit with the tip of his finger. Julie began trembling when Scott touched her. I was watching Scott and could see everything he was doing to her. This was such a turn on for me. My wife being touched by another man. Scott looked at me as if for approval to go on. I smiled and nodded back to Scott. Scott nodded back to me. Scott then placed his left hand on Julie's right thigh and spread her legs apart. Scott then reached with his right hand and slid his middle finger deep inside of my wife Julie's wet pussy. I watched as she arched her back and gasped. I could hear the sweet sounds of her wet pussy as she was being fingered by Scott.

After a few minutes of fingering Julie's pussy, Scott lifted Julie's leg and lowered his mouth between her legs. Scott was eating my wife's pussy, and she was really enjoying it, as was I. I watched closely as Scott slid his tongue over her clit. I reached down and grabbed hold of both of my wife's legs and held them in the air while Scott ate my wife out. Her hips began to squirm as he drove his tongue deep into her pussy. Her moans got louder and louder. I could not believe how excited Julie was. 

I asked my wife "Does that feel good to you?"

Julie said, "Yes." 

After a few minutes Scott rose up. He moved up higher between Julie's legs. While still holding my wife's legs in the air, Scott positioned himself between Julie's legs .

My wife Julie knew what was in store next. A really good fucking.

My wife looked up at me and asked, "Are you ok with this?"

I looked down at her and said, "Yes, If you are."

With that Scott took his cock in his hand and guided it to my wife's pussy opening. Scott looked at me. I nodded to him, giving him permission to fuck my wife. Scott tried several times to penetrate my wife's pussy. He was much bigger than I am, so it took several tries before he was able to penetrated her. Julie has a very tight pussy for me , so I can only imagine how tight she was for him. Scott started off slowly. Allowing my wife's pussy to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. Then he started to pump faster.

My wife looked up at me and said, "I love you."

I said, "I love you too." "Does that feel good to you?"

She looked up at me and said, "Yes."

I looked down between my wife's legs . Watching Scott's cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy is the most exciting thing I have ever seen. I was enjoying the sight of Scott pumping his cock in and out of my wife's pussy. Faster and faster Scott pumped. With each pump he went deeper and deeper. I looked at my wife's face as she was getting fucked. She looked so damn sexy and so turned on. I reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, as Scott was sliding in and out of her.

Julie said, "I am going to cum!"

I said, "Cum for me baby"

She shuddered with a orgasm. Then another, then another. . 

Scott was going deep into my wife's pussy. Scott got on his knee's and started fucking her even harder. Julie turned her head and took my cock in her mouth again. Sucking it harder than ever.

I asked her, " Do you like him fucking you?" 

Julie nodded yes.

Watching Scott fuck my wife so hard and fast was getting me close to cumming.

I could see that Scott was getting ready to cum.

I held off until I hear Scott say, " I'm cumming!" 

I couldn't hold it any longer. The thought of another man cumming inside of my wife sent me over the edge.

I told my wife, "I'm going to cum!" 

Scott was cumming deep in my wife's pussy at the same time I was cumming in her mouth.

Scott thrust hard and deep as he came. 

Scott 's body shuddered several times, as he drained his balls deep inside of my wife.

I could feel my body shake as I shot my load inside of my wife's mouth.

I couldn't believe it. Scott and I both filled my wife full of cumm at the same time.

I looked at my beautiful and very sexy wife Julie. Laying there on her back. Scott's spent cock in her pussy and my spent cock in her mouth. Julie looked very, very satisfied and content. As well as Scott and myself.

Scott stopped pumping and was resting while still inside of my wife. After a few minutes Scott pulled his cock out of my wife. It was still very long and thick.

Julie had swallowed all of my cumm and was enjoying the feel of my cock in her mouth. I pulled my cock from her mouth. 

Scott got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. 

Julie and I sat there and visited with Scott for a while. 

After drinking a few drinks, Scott said he had to go.

We all decided that we will get together again soon.

Scott left for home and Julie and I went to bed and made love, then fell asleep. 



The Massage



I have been giving professional massages for four or five years, working out of a back room in my home. I am good. Most of my customers are women; they seem to like to pamper themselves and feel the sensations only an expert can give them. Of course it doesn't hurt that I am an attractive middle aged man with an easy going personality and the ability to make my customers feel comfortable.

Most of the time I go out of my way to make sure my female customers do not see any hint of sexual interest in my attitude toward them. I focus on their muscular issues and spout all kinds of professional jargon about treating their condition, loosening this tightness, strengthening that muscle, stretching this tendon, etc. etc. Most of them get undressed and put on the special shorts and halter tops that I provide. I keep their bodies covered with a sheet except for the area I am working on. I am well aware that if I did anything sexual most women would never come back and I could be arrested.

However this is not always the case. Sometimes I get a customer who shows signs of wanting a little more stimulation. In these cases, I go very slowly making sure I am reading the signs right and not doing anything overt until the woman has gone so far that she has to admit that she was asking for it. And to make sure she can't claim later that I forced her, I make a secret audio and video recording of all my sessions.

Joanna was one such woman. The first time I gave her a full body massage I noticed a pronounced pleasure reaction when I massaged her lower back, my fingers just skimming the top of the crack in her buttocks. She squirmed slightly and made a soft noise. I said nothing and did nothing more that first time. 

The next time she came in she made a point of telling me how much she had enjoyed her first massage. I said I was glad and that I would try to make it even better for her this time. She lay on her stomach on the table and let her legs fall open more than normal. I omitted covering her with the sheet, pretending that I had forgotten. She said nothing. The back of her body was bare except for the halter and loose shorts. 

I dribbled the pre-warmed massage oil on her back and gently spread in over her skin. Then I stood at the end of the table by her head and began kneading her muscles, starting at her neck and moving slowly down her back. It took me a full three minutes to reach her lower back and the top of her shorts. She was taking deep breaths and twisting her torso ever so slightly. 

Instead of stopping at the top of her shorts I let my finger tips slide under and massage the muscles in the top two inches of her ass cheeks. When she made no protest I leaned forward and let the front of my pants make contact with the top of her head. My cock was rock hard and she could not help but feel it.

"Does this feel good?" I asked, moving my fingers vigorously and probing her ass muscles. The implication was that I was asking about the massage, not about my cock pressing against her scalp. I wanted to let her tell herself that my cock touching her was an accident and that she did not have to react to it. However, my hidden video camera would record that fact that she did not protest my leaning my groin against her head.

"Oh yes, that feels really good," she purred.

Still I was determined to go slow and not do anything overtly sexual on this visit. My plan was to wait until the third session, which I would schedule at a time when I could keep her as long as I wanted. If she agreed to this third visit, I knew I had her.

So I proceeded with a normal massage and at the end got out my appointment book. She was sitting on the edge of the table in her halter and shorts as I spoke to her. "I would like to schedule your next session at the end of the day when I can devote a full two hours to your treatment. There are areas that need more work."

When she thought I was focused on my calendar, she sneaked a look at my pants and the unmistakable hump. I did not let her know that I was aware of her interest.

"How about this Saturday at four o'clock?" I said.

"That's okay, but I would have to be home by six to fix dinner for my husband."

"Then let's make it three o'clock to be sure to have enough time," I said as I wrote it down in the book. I did not wait for her agreement. "I will see you then." 

With that I left her so she could get dressed and leave when she was ready. It was all very professional; I wanted to keep her thinking that she might be imagining the sexual overtones. She could come on Saturday telling herself it was just going to be a normal massage, even though she was well aware of her sexual feelings.

At three o'clock on Saturday I was ready for her. The massage room was in a back corner of my house and had walls of thick concrete. When the massive oak door was closed, it was virtually soundproof. No one else was in the house or nearby. I adjusted the lighting so it was soft and low, and I lit some incense sticks. The recording equipment would be activated automatically when she lay down on the table.

At the appointed hour, there was a knock on my front door and I greeted her. My manner was curt. "Good afternoon, Joanna. You are right on time. I like that. Please go into the massage room and change into the shorts and halter. I will join you shortly."

Joanna was naturally a shy person, and on that day she was doubly so. She could hardly look at me. But I noticed that she was wearing a sexier outfit than in her prior visits. Her ample breasts bulged out of a tight sweater, and her ass was clearly outlined by a snug skirt. Without a word, she walked down the hall into the massage room and closed the door behind her.

I gave her five minutes. When I entered the room she was sitting on the edge of the table, naked except for the halter and shorts. She had made no effort to cover herself with the sheet.

"Please lie down on your back and we will begin," I said. While she was positioning herself I went over to the CD player on a side table and started some sensual Middle Eastern music, turned down so that it was barely audible.

"Now I am going to put this cool cloth over your eyes. It will feel good and help you relax."

The cloth I put on her forehead was really a soft bag filled with cooled liquid. It wasn't very cold, more the temperature of cool tap water, and I knew it would feel refreshing. With what I was about to do to heat her up, she was going to welcome a little cooling.

"Let the darkness and the music take you to another place while I massage you," I said soothingly.

"Ummm..."

I began by lightly rubbing her right wrist and the top of her hand. Then I picked up her hand and massaged her palm with my thumb. She sighed and seemed to settle deeper into the table. Without her noticing I slipped a wrist cuff over her hand and clipped it to a ring on the side of the table. Her right arm was immobilized.

"Your hands contain many nerves and respond with pleasure to being massaged," I said. "Now I will do the other one."

Lifting her left wrist I took each finger in turn and pulled gently. When I had covered them all I held her lower arm while I brought the noose of the cuff over her fingers and tightened it on her wrist. A quick clip to the ring and she was effectively restrained on her back on the table, even though she did not yet know it.

She looked completely relaxed and ever so vulnerable lying there. Her firm breasts fell slightly to the sides as they rose and fell with her breathing. The soft fabric halter had elastic at the edges to keep it in place, but it did not offer much support. Her bare stomach invited my hands to begin at the top and slide slowly down. Made of the same soft fabric of the halter, the shorts around her hips covered what I expected were sexy bikini panties. She kept her legs together but that did not hide the hint of treasure between her smooth, plump thighs.

Seeing her like this and knowing that I had her under my power was exhilarating. My cock pushed against my loose pants as hard as it had ever been. I resolved to use my voice to take over her head as my hands took over her body. She was going to learn that she had no choice but to submit to whatever I wanted, and that knowledge was going to free her sexuality to experience things she had only dreamed of.

I positioned myself at the head of the table and leaned over her, putting the tips of my fingers on her bare chest above the halter. My cock touched the top of her head through my pants. In a soft deep voice I whispered in her ear, "Now the real massage will begin."

Before she could react I started moving my finger tips down over her shoulders and neck toward her heaving breasts. When I reached the edge of the halter I did not stop, but let my fingers slide under the cloth and onto the tops of her tits, moving slowly but firmly toward her nipples.

Instinctively she squirmed and tried to raise her arms. When she realized her wrists were tied to the table, she became nervous and anxious. 

"What's going on? I can't move my hands! You have to stop...this is not right!"

But my fingers kept moving and were now teasing her rigid nipples, rubbing them gently between my thumbs and index fingers. At the same time I twisted my hips to drag my very stiff cock back and forth across her scalp. It was time to drop all pretenses and let her know where things stood.

"I am not going to stop and you really don't want me to. In any case it is out of your hands. I can do whatever I want to you." To emphasize the point I pinched her nipples and pulled them to bring her tits upright on her body.

"Ohhh...stop right now. I will report you to the police!"

"No you won't. You see I have a video and audio tape of all of our sessions together. It shows clearly that you wanted more than a normal massage. No one will believe that I did this against your will. After all, here you are late on a Saturday afternoon for a special three hour appointment, dressed in your sexiest clothes."

"Ohhhhh goddddd...what have I gotten into...ahhh..."

All the time I was talking, I was squeezing and manipulating her tits. The halter top had been pushed down so I had complete access. Her nipples were big and hard as giant olives. I poured some massage oil on one breast and began rubbing it in. With my other hand I plucked at the nipple.

"Please...I can't stand this...I'll have to tell my husband and he will come and kill you."

"You don't want to do that," I said. "I have a gun and I would have to defend myself. He could very well end up dead. It's much better for him not to know."

I raised the bottle containing the oil and dribbled in on the other breast, letting it fall on the nipple and then ripple outward. My fingers followed and smoothed in all around, pushing and kneading the sensitive flesh.

She was getting hotter and hotter and starting to moan and breathe heavily. At that point I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth. As I sucked on it I nibbled it with my teeth. Her hips began to move. I put a hand on her bare stomach and started it on its way toward her pussy. She resisted again and twisted her body to try to make it difficult for me to continue.

I could tell that she was highly aroused and knew that if I could convince her that holding back was futile she would submit and release herself to her lust. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth away from her tit and moved to the side of the table. Sitting down on a tall stool I put my mouth near her ear and my right hand high on her bare thigh.

"Now listen carefully Joanna. You have no choice but to obey me. Otherwise you are going to be shamed and your life ruined. But if you do as I say, I will keep our secret and not do anything to embarrass you. You know you have fantasized about this, and now it is really going to happen. I am going to make you do things that will give you pleasures you never imagined. You are going to be spanked and whipped. You are going to be tied in vulnerable positions and your body explored. You are going to be fucked in every possible way. You are going to do things to me that will give me pleasure. Above all, you will surrender yourself to my will."

As I talked my hand moved up her thigh and under her shorts. My finger tips brushed against her panties and felt the wetness. She was sobbing softly but no longer twisting to avoid my hand. It was easy to pry up the edge of her panties and slip my fingers under and onto her swollen pussy.

"Ohhhhhh...please...ohhhhhhh... godddddd..."

There is nothing more exciting to me than the first touch of my fingers on a very wet pussy. The extreme wetness is an undeniable indication of the woman's arousal and loss of control. My fingers can play around in the slippery folds, exploring the ridges and grooves and darting in and out of the ever widening opening. It's like running your hand around in wet clay.

Then there is the challenge of finding and exposing the little nub that will take the woman to the next level. In Joanna's case, a little touch on this bud sent her hips into a humping motion against my hand. But I was not ready for her to cum yet.

"That's a good girl. You are learning. But you need lots of training."

I pulled my hand out from under her shorts and grasping the waist band with both hands, I jerked her pants and panties down and off of her legs in one long motion. "Spread your legs," I commanded.

She shuddered but did as I instructed and I rewarded her with a massage of her exposed pussy. I let my middle finger slide under her ass and gently probe her hole, just to let her know that I could.

While her eyes were still covered I wanted to surprise her with a taste of my cock, which was definitely craving attention. I stood up and quietly removed my pants, watching her rub her legs together to try to replace my hand. She was consumed with lust and beyond caring what happened.

Standing at the end of the table I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her back so that her head hung over. There was just enough slack in the wrist ties to let me do this. Then I pulled a little step stool out from under the table and stood on it so that my bare cock lay on top of her face.

"Lick it," I said. "And don't stop until I tell you."

She did not hesitate. "Ohhhhh...it's sooo hard..." Her tongue worked up and down the length. Now I was the one doing the moaning. She took the initiative to lean her head further back so that she could get her tongue under my balls. Oh god, that felt good. I almost lost it right there.

I wanted to feel her lips around the tip and I pushed my cock down to angle it into her mouth. She groaned and took it, applying suction and her tongue at the same time. I leaned forward and pinched her nipples while driving my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged but kept sucking.

"Guggggg..." Saliva was running out the corners of her mouth, mixed with my gushing precum. Finally, I gave her tits a hard squeeze and then pulled back. It was important to me to make her admit that she was going to be my sex slave before I fucked her.

I pulled up the taller stool again and sat beside her, one hand returning to massage her wet pussy. With my other hand I removed the cloth from over her eyes and turned her head toward me. Tears had damped her cheeks and her eyes were still moist. Her lips were quivering from the contact with my cock and the stimulation from what my hand was doing between her legs.

I looked into her hot eyes and spoke to her calmly. "If you had any thoughts about the power of my video recordings, you can forget them now," I said smiling. "All your sucking and wiggling and humping has been captured on tape."

"Ohhhhhh..."

"You are my sex toy. My little slave to do with as I wish. I am going to make you admit it!"

I thrust a long finger up into her pussy and rubbed my thumb against her clit. She raised her knees to give me better access and let me go deeper into her. Her surrender was complete.

"Ahhhhhhhh...that's soooo gooooddd...I am your sex toy... ohhhhhh... I will do whatever you want...ummmmmm... Just please don't let anyone know...ohhhhh...don't stop..."

But I did stop. I wanted to humiliate her more before I let her have her release. "You will respond to all my commands with 'yes sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir...your hand...sir...please...I need more..."

I slapped her sharply across her face. "I decide when you get more."

She was shocked and began sobbing again.

"Go ahead and cry," I said. "I like it. I am going to bring all of your emotions to the surface. Pain will make you cry and crying will merge with desire and make you let go. Now kiss me—and I want to feel that tongue in my mouth."

Her lips were soft, hot, and moist. I pressed them with my open mouth and waited for her tongue. It came and darted around inside my mouth, licking everywhere it could reach. She didn't want to be slapped again. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her hard against me. With my other hand I pinched a nipple hard enough to cause pain make her start sobbing again, just what I wanted.

It was time to free her wrists and get her into a new position. I stood up and reached over her to release the clips. My voice was harsh and allowed for no argument. "Now get up on your hands and knees with your tits hanging down and your ass in the air."

Between sobs she managed to gasp out a "yes sir" and rolled over on the table. Her ass came up and made a delightful picture. I opened a drawer and retrieved my short, multi thong whip, the one that stung and made a lot of noise but did not cut the skin.

"I am going to give you a sample of what will happen if you disobey me. Of course if I really have to punish you, it will be much worse than this little sample."

SWishhhh----slapppp...swishhhhh-----slappp...swhishhhhh----SLAPPP

Three times I let her feel the thongs of the whip across her ass. She cried out each time, but did not resist. I suspected that she was being turned on by it, and that fact was confirmed when I put my hand up between her legs onto her pussy. It was even wetter than before.

"Such a naughty little slut you are...let's see how you like this..."

I took a well lubricated finger and put it at the entrance to her ass. A little pressure and the tip of my finger was gripped by her sphincter.

"Ohhhhh nooooo...not there...please...I have never..."

"Quiet! What did I tell you about resisting? I am going to have to punish you some more. Now move your knees apart and hold still."

For a moment she did not move, but then I pinched the back of her thigh and her legs parted. Now I had complete access to her pussy. With my free hand I gently massaged her pussy lips as I began to slowly push my finger up into her ass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh...what are you doing...ohhhhhhh..."

She was tight as the proverbial drum and it had to hurt, but her pussy was drenching my fingers. It was obvious that after I got her loosened up anal sex was going to be a big part of our future. I looked forward to thrusting my cock into her ass and making her squirm on it like a fish on a hook. But not that day.

You can call me squeamish, but I don't like fucking a dirty ass. It is much better to give the woman a good enema, or two, before hand. The enema itself gets her (and me) really turned on, while it stretches and cleans her. Plus I have developed some special massage techniques to use on the belly while the fluid is being held inside. I would save that for her next session.

"There. My finger is all the way in. Just relax and it will start to feel good."

"Ohhhh...I don't know...it burns...but your fingers feel so good on my pussy..."

Her ass was beginning to make small circles in the air as she adjusted to my probing finger. I wanted this first anal experience to be exciting for her, so I was gentle as I started to twist and pump my finger deep in her. At the same time I kept rubbing her pussy lips and teasing her clit.




The Massage



"Ahhhhh...ohh goddddddd...yesssssss..."

She was moaning and squirming and getting close. It was time to fuck her. I withdrew my finger and grabbed her hips. With a sharp tug I pulled her down off the end of the table so that her feet were on the floor and she was leaning face down on the table top.

"Grab the edge of the table and don't move," I ordered. 

Still groaning and breathing heavily she did as I said. She was so ready. I lifted her feet one at a time and put them on little platforms that I slid out from the base of the table. These platforms had been designed to raise the victim's hips to the right height for me to take her from the rear.

There was one more thing I wanted to do to her to make sure she associated the ass play with pleasure. I took a string of beads, each one about half an inch in diameter, and after dipping it into an oily solution I pushed it slowly up into her ass. At least ten beads disappeared into her, leaving just the end of the string hanging out.

"Ahhhh..."

This time she seemed to welcome the invasion of her ass, even though she had no idea what I had done. She was going to soon find out.

My cock had waited a long time and was eager to feel the hot, slippery walls of her pussy. I plunged into her in one hard thrust.

"Oh fuck...oh shiiit...ohhhhhh...do me...more...more...harder damn it...ohhhhhh."

No more the shy little woman. Joanna was out of control and loving it. I knew we were both going to cum very quickly. For me the feeling started in my toes and surged up through my body. I leaned back, pushing deep, and took the end of the bead string in my hand.

Just as I felt the hot fluid begin to gush from my balls I pulled the beads slowly out of her ass. The little spheres popped out one a time, stimulating all the aroused nerve endings around her ass hole and sending her into orbit.

"OHHHHHHH...MY...GODDDDDDDD...I'VE NEVER...NEVER... OHHHHH."

I pumped her a dozen or so more times before collapsing on her back. We were both completely spent. After my breathing slowed I whispered in her ear.

"You liked that didn't you, you little slut. That was the best massage you have ever had. And it is the first of many. Your next appointment is two weeks from today."

"Yes sir," she said.



The Massage



My wife and I enjoy massages and frequently give them to one-another as gifts -- for birthdays and other random acts of kindness. It had been a while since I had given her one and I felt she deserved something special. And I knew exactly what I wanted to give her...a massage with a surprise...and a happy ending.

I began my search for the right masseuse. He had to be good looking, with a solid body, strong hands and a nice cock. I wasn't sure how I would determine the last point but I was sure it would all work out. After a couple of days of searching off-and-on I saw an add in the local reader posted by a guy who called himself Lenny who provided "full-service massage." He also claimed to be a Lenny Kravitz look-alike, which would be a bonus because my wife finds him very attractive. She hasn't come right out and told me so, but I think she would like to fuck Lenny Kravitz as a fantasy fuck if that could ever be arranged; so if this Lenny did actually resemble the real deal, this could work out really, really well.

I arranged to meet Lenny for a coffee to discuss my plan.

We met at a mutually convenient Starbucks to discuss my gift to my wife. When he arrived, I was very pleasantly surprised. Not only was he handsome, he was a near spitting image of the real Lenny Kravitz -- dreadlocks and all!! We got acquainted and I laid out the plan. He would come to our home at the designated time and she would know he would be coming (not cumming) to give her a massage and he would do the session at the house. He asked if there was anything "special" I wanted him to do and I saw this as my opportunity and that Lenny and I were in alignment.

I told him in not so many words that I wanted him to be very professional to start with and to give her a top-notch massage, only I wanted him to come very, very close to her private areas but not touch them -- right away. But after a while, I would give him a signal that would give him the go-ahead to begin touching her in a more sexual way...and then to let things go as they may.

The next few days were excruciating! I had always wanted to watch my wife fuck, or be fucked, by another man (a fact that she is well aware of) and it seemed that Saturday would never come. Then, finally, the day arrived and we went about our usual business. I went to the gym, she relaxed and cut coupons and was very much looking forward to her massage. Little did she know what I had in store, or how excited I was about what was to cum.

When I got back from the gym we were sitting and reading while waiting for Lenny to arrive and I asked her if it would be ok if I watched her get the massage. She looked at me a little puzzled and asked, why? I answered by telling her "You know I've always wanted to see you have sex with another man and I am not sure that is going to happen, so I thought it might be nice to just watch you get your massage as sort of a replacement for the real thing. What do you think?" Her response was perfect! She had no problem with it and thought it might even be a little exciting for her, although she had no idea the guy coming to give her the massage was a Lenny Kravitz look-alike and that I had given him permission to have his way with her.

Then right on time the doorbell rang and I suggested she answer it. She got up in her nice tight sweats and loose fitting top, breasts swaying nicely, and went to let him in. When they came back in the room I could tell she was happy...and surprised at how much he did look like the real Lenny. 

Lenny came in with his table and a bag; presumably full of lotions and towels to do his "job" and asked where he should set up. I suggested that he set up right here in the family room, as there was plenty of space (and a couch for me to kick back on and enjoy the action!). My wife agreed and he got the table set up and said that he would leave the room so she could get undressed and under the towel. Before he left the room I asked if he minded if I watched and he said that as long as it was ok with my wife, he was fine with it and went out of the room.

My wife then asked if I was sure I wanted to watch and I told her I was. She then slipped off her sweats, surprising me with the fact that she did not have any panties on, exposing her nicely trimmed mound and awesome legs. She then lifted her top off and asked if I would unsnap her bra, which I did happily. As I released her ample breasts I reached around and gave them a nice squeeze -- full on knowing that in about 30 minutes Lenny would have her luscious tits in his mouth as I watched. Unfortunately, she cut my groping short and said "not now, that guy is in the other room," so I stopped and bided my time.

She hopped up on the table and called him back in the room. When he entered he said, "all set?" and she confirmed that she was and he went to work. First oiling up his hands with what smelled like a citrus-cucumber type lotion and then beginning with her shoulders. He rubbed her slowly and deliberately. Long, strong rubs up her neck and down her arms, down her back and up to her neck again. After a few minutes she peaked at me and I just smiled and winked. She closed her eyes and went back to enjoying.

Every so often I would here her elicit a subtle groan of pleasure, which made me wonder where her mind was. Mine was a few minutes down the road thinking of her taking this handsome man in her pussy and mouth. But we were not there yet.

He methodically moved around her body; up and down for about 20 minutes until he was ready to begin working her thighs. He walked around the other side of the table so he was on her left. Standing by her hips he applied some more of the gently scented oil to his hands and began rubbing her legs at about the knee, maybe a little lower. He started down to her ankles first and then made a nice, long rub all the way up to where the towel covered her ass. He sneaked up about a half inch under the towel and then made another long rub down her left leg. He then did the same thing to the right side a couple of times -- eliciting yet more moans of delight from my wife. After a few moments of this he looked at me and I nodded, giving him the signal that it was ok to push a little further. He then made his first "extra" push up her inner thigh. As I saw him going that direction I got butterflies in my stomach. He went a good two inches up under the towel and she didn't flinch! He then went back down and then started back up again. Only this time when he brought his hands up towards the towel my wife spread her legs a little, inviting him to go up a little further, to which he obliged by going up under the towel all the way to her ass and then down again. For the next pass he did not wait. He immediately began his upward rub, which had my wife spreading he legs even more -- obviously wanting this handsome stranger to see, if not feel, her nicely trimmed pussy. As he moved his hands slowly up both her thighs, and seeing her obvious invitation, he looked and me, I nodded again, and he continued all the way up under the towel and nicely flipped it on to the floor and began massaging her ass and lower back. He rubbed her ass and around her inner thighs, grazing her pussy with his hands. She was obviously really enjoying this, as she was pressing her ass upwards in anticipation of his strokes. After a few moments he slid his hand all the way under her front side so his fingers were touching her pubic mound, slit and clitoris. He rubbed gently for a minute or so and inserted his thumb into her pussy and began simultaneously fingering her and rubbing her clit. 

My wife's breathing was getting heavier and my cock was as hard as it has ever been. She looked at me for the first time during all of this and I just mouthed, "I love You, have fun," and she closed her eyes and went back to ecstasy.

With his right hand on her pussy he brought his left up her rib cage and slid his warm oily fingers underneath her frame until he enveloped her left breast in his strong hand and began sensually massaging her full, natural tit. She was breathing heavier and clearly loving the attention and, as I would later find out, giving me the show of my life.

As he was standing on her left fingering her pussy with his right hand and massaging her breast with his left, her left arm suddenly moved off the table and down around his left thigh, reaching up onto the front side of his shorts, where she pleasantly found his hard bulge and grabbed hold. She started kneading his package and he looked at me - I again just smiled in approval as she rubbed his manhood.

She rubbed him from the outside for a couple of minutes until she clearly needed to feel his bare cock. She grabbed his shorts by the waistband and tugged them down to his knees -- freeing up his nice, long, and hard eight-inch cock that had a beautiful swollen head glistening with pre-cum just inches away from her face.

When his manhood sprang into view, I saw her smile and lick her lips. She moved her hand up to his lower back and pulled him closer, all the way in reach of her full and hungry lips. With one look up at him, and a nice smile at me she opened up and, without losing eye contact with me, took his throbbing cock head into her mouth and began sliding its girth in and out of her wanting mouth. Pulling him closer and closer with each suck, she took more and more of him into her mouth. After a few moments she had ¾'s of him in her mouth and he was moaning nicely. I enjoyed the subtle sounds and the wonderful site of my wife sucking this man's nice cock, as he continued pleasing my wife's body, mind and soul.

I was getting extremely horny watching the events in front of me. I was eased back on our couch rubbing my cock through my shorts anticipating every next moment.

Meanwhile, my wife managed more of him down her throat and turned over onto her side as to get into a better position to take all of him inside. This provided an excellent view for me, as I was sitting at an angle at the left end of the massage table. She was up on her right elbow looking directly back at me with her right leg stretched straight towards me and her left bent all the way up exposing her beautiful pussy to me and offering an awesome view of her breasts, which were swaying oh so nicely as her head moved up and down his inches. As she sucked him with her full red lips, sliding up and down his shaft, he started thrusting towards her mouth, fucking her as she more and more eagerly sucked him.

I was so focused on her enjoying his nice cock in her mouth that I did not notice that she had brought her left hand down to her now swollen clit and was sexily pleasing herself.

I was now really, really hard and was rubbing myself more vigorously. I ached to get out of my clothes, but resisted and kept enjoying the sites with my hand on my cock -- this was her time.

I could tell he was getting close as he was beginning to perspire more and more and he was thrusting in and out of her mouth at a feverish pace. Her tits were really bouncing to the mouth fucking she was receiving and then he cried out "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum and all I could hear my wife say was a very sexy mmmmmmm through her full mouth and then he unleashed what appeared to be a massive orgasm -- but that could not be confirmed because my wife did not miss a drop -- she sucked him dry as he pumped his cum into her mouth until he hunched down and kissed her deeply and massaged her left breast and belly with subtle rubs down to her sweet wet pussy.

He did not waste any time and wanted to return the favor. He placed a soft pillow under her head and layed her back on her back on the massage table and walked to the end and pulled her close to him. He then lifted her legs and put them over his muscular shoulders and kissed his way down her right inner leg and then up her left. I could see him rubbing her clit as he repeated the licking of her thighs until he finally rested down on her surely wet and throbbing pussy.

It did not take long for her to begin moaning and gyrating her hips to his lapping. Her legs were over his shoulders, his tongue was on her beautiful pussy and each one of his hands firmly massaging her breasts.

I was so happy to see her loving the moment as I heard her breathing increasingly get heavier and heavier. I knew that he was enjoying it too because his cock was starting to come back to life and was getting nice and hard again. My wife was moaning so nicely. All I heard over and over was oh yes, oh yes, lick me please don't stop. Lick my pussy, please, God, so good. And then her telltale "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God, I'm cumming" and her legs wrapped tightly around his neck and she thrust her hips up towards his mouth and she came like a banshee into his mouth.

He slowly stood and looked over at me. I was clearly hard and excited but managed to give him a thumbs up, a wink and a smile. Meanwhile my wife was recovering and looked over to me with her sweet brown eyes and smiled -- I blew her a kiss and she layed back down.

Lenny did not waste any time. His eight inches were at full staff again and he wanted to fuck my wife. He stood there over her stroking his cock as she lay there seductively rubbing her body and circling her silver-doallar size nipples with her forefingers, every so often trailing down to her dark brown pubic mound and working her way back up. 

She exchanged glances between me and Lenny. Teasing me and seducing him. Lenny's cock was so hard from his stroking and what he saw in my wife's eyes that he couldn't wait any longer.

He positioned himself at the end of the table and pulled her close. Her legs were spread wide around his hips and he took his big dick and laid it on top of her pubic mound and rubbed her belly and breasts. As she loves to do, she took his cock in her right hand and began rubbing her clit with its head, circling around and around, mixing his pre-cum with her juices. She did this for a few minutes as he occasionally bent over and took her ample breasts in his mouth, alternating from right to left and back again. The site of this handsome man licking my wife's nipples as she stared at me was too much. I love sucking and squeezing her tits and and the site of another man doing it and her enjoying it so much was all I could ask for -- it was awesome.

Then without hesitation she looked deep into my eyes, reached her left arm around the small of his back and guided his long cock into her little body. As the head passed through her opening she mouthed "I love you" to me and pulled him even closer. Two inches, then three. Still gazing deep into my eyes she pulled him closer four, five, six inches in. She licked her lips, bucked her hips and looked piercingly into my soul and guided the last two inches inside her. 

She then placed a hand on each of his hips and began rotating him around and around, pulling him tight as to stimulate her clit while he was still buried deep in side her. They grinded together for a few minutes, her tits swayed beautifully, until he withdrew all of his length except for the head. And then he put all eight inches back in, and then out. Faster and faster he fucked my wife. I loved every moment of it. To this point she had not taken her eyes off of me. He was pumping he incredibly fast by this point and she grabbed his right hand and started sucking his finger.

She knew I loved it when she did this to me because she knows that I know that she is imagining another cock in her mouth as I please her -- and I love the thought of her sucking another man as I make love to her. We have talked about is many times.

So now there she was, taking this man's nice eight-inch dick deep inside her as she imagined sucking another cock. I was in heaven. 

I knew it would not be long before she came again because she was starting to get vocal and really moaning. Lenny was also on the verge. He began making long deliberate strokes that were taking my wife to the edge and back until he left himself buried deep inside her and gyrated his hips just right, fully stimulating her clit. And I knew at this moment her pussy muscles were gripping his cock as it has done to me thousands of times when she is about to cum -- and then it happened -- she looked right at me, deep into my eyes and again cried our...I'm cumming, oh my god I am cumming, so good, god so good I'm cumming, yes cumming ohhhh yyyyeeesssss -- and they came together as Lenny buried his seed deep inside her pussy.

I cannot explain how awesome it was to see her cumming with another man as she gazed into my eyes -- loving every moment of it. Showing me a side of her that I never truly knew existed, although always hoped.

They lay in a tight embrace enjoying the moment as I watched on in complete satisfaction, still extremely hard and feeling the cool sensation of significant excaped pre-cum in my shorts.

After a while, they stood and embraced one-another. And one last time she looked at me deep in my eyes and planted a long two or three minutes tongue kiss on Lenny as she held his semi-hard penis in her hand, parting only at the mouth still holding his cock and thanked him for a wonderful massage. He returned his thanks, kissed her back while cupping her left breast and began to gather his things.

Before we knew it Lenny was gone and I was still on the couch nursing my erecting when my wife sauntered over and sat on my lap, facing me. A view and position I truly love. She looked at me sweetly and asked if I enjoyed myself. I assured her it was all I had imagined it would be and more.

I rubbed her back and came to the front of her breasts and began massaging her sweetness. She pulled my face close and I sucked her beautiful, soft boobs. She grinded her wet pussy on my now throbbing cock. I thought I would cum right then. But she stood and pulled my pants down and quickly stradled me. Taking all of my cock inside her on first stroke. She started where her and Lenny left off, feverishly fucking me. Her tits madly bouncing right before my eyes. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Then down grinding our bodies together. My cock was deep insider her she was fucking me like she had never done before. It was incredible and I took her right breast in my mouth and sucked her nipple just right and she called out again, I'm going to cum Hunny, I'm going to cum again, God I love you, thank you, I love you Hunny, I am cumming!!

And we exploded together in perfect bliss. It was awesome and we kissed and kissed and kissed until we dozed off and napped right there naked on the couch.



The Massage



Lisa opened the door silently. One of those annoying little bells that hang behind a door to announce a visitor's arrival jangled as she stepped into the small sparsely decorated room. A couple of modern art prints hung on the wall above the small simple desk, the only decorations to otherwise break up the monotony of the white walls. The desk had a small vase of tropical flowers, an appointments book and a telephone. Alongside was a small two-seater rattan couch – obviously people did not have to wait long!

A long and exhausting schedule of business calls and visits around Southern Africa had brought her here to Mombasa and this small hotel sandwiched between two major tourist hotels and almost hidden among a forest of palm trees. Business over, her company had offered to treat her to a couple of days R&R before she headed back to America and her family. She thought now about her children, how they would love to run and play in the white sands of the beach or in the blue waters of the hotel pool. Her husband would have loved it too, a chance to soak up some sun and get away from the monotonous dirge of life in the local machine shop. She was the lucky one, Lisa thought, a good job in educational marketing, gave her the chance to travel the world and get away from small town America; an opportunity she relished. But now she was feeling a little selfish; she was enjoying what her family would probably never be able to share with her - a luxury hotel in a far away location.

"Mrs. Williams?" a soft male voice with more than a hint of a South African accent broke her out of her thoughts.

"Err yes, that's me" she turned to face the man who had noiselessly entered the room through a side door and now offered her his hand.

"I apologise," he said, reaching out to take hers; his deep brown eyes looking at her fully. "We have you down as a male guest for some reason." He shook her hand firmly but gently, then turned to the desk to consult the left-hand page. "We tried to call your room when we realised the mistake but you must have already left."

She remembered her long stroll along the beach, the soft warm sand beneath her feet. "Is there a problem then with my massage appointment then?" She looked back into those brown eyes, questioning.

"Well it's late in the afternoon and our girls have all gone. I stayed on to give a sports massage to the last client." He looked up again at her "You are that client but you are clearly not a man or somebody who needs a sports massage." He paused. "What sort of treatment did you ask for?"

"Well," she looked once again into those eyes, "I need to unwind so a deep relaxing massage to free up some fairly tired and aching muscles." He broke the link and looked down.

"Well if you are happy for me to do it, I could give you a short massage now and book you in with one of the girls tomorrow morning?" He paused then the eyes returned to her face. "Of course we would only charge for the one treatment." He gave no clue to what may be going on his mind but he was looking at her for a response.

"Its fine with me – I really need some help to relax and two for the price of one seems a good deal to me." She smiled allowing him to enjoy the warmth of her smile, white teeth contrasting with her red lips and coffee coloured skin.

"OK come with me then" he turned and opened the door through which he had entered. Holding the door ajar for her, he led the way down a narrow corridor. She found herself looking at the figure ahead of her. Traces of grey in his hair gave the way the secret that he was probably the wrong side of 45, but his body looked well toned and fit beneath the white T shirt loose fitting cut offs. He wore no shoes and his arms and legs, like his face was tanned a deep reddish brown from his time here in east Africa.

He pointed to the last door, "If you would like to go in there and make yourself comfortable on the massage table?" He released the door catch and her senses were immediately filled with the smells and sounds of the sea. "I will go and get some towels and oils and be right with you."

The small room had walls of thin reeds, the exception being that which faced her from the doorway. This was largely open to the beach, a warm breeze blowing in from the sea through the glassless window, the far off sounds of the last people on the beach the only sound. Lisa felt herself relaxing. "If the guys could just see me now" she thought.

The massage table was a simple but sturdy trestle covered in soft white fluffy towels. She had been given no instructions – should she undress? She still wore her simple (but modest) bikini from her beach walk. She decided that to avoid embarrassment she should keep this on. She placed her beach robe on the only chair and laid, face down on the table. "To avoid embarrassment" - she was not sure who would be embarrassed her or this middle aged man who was about to provide her massage. Had he seen it all before? "Yes", probably, although in a hotel like this they would be careful not to offend anyone. Was she embarrassed? Well yes she thought, or least she should be, laying nearly naked in front of a stranger – a strange man.

Not that he was strange, he might be nearly old enough to be her father but he was quite good looking in a mature sophisticated way. As these thoughts occupied her mind, she did not hear him enter the room nor the soft click as he turned the little bolt which registered "Engaged" on the other side.

"I have some aromatic oils which I think will help you relax" the soft voice broke the tranquillity and her train of thought.

"Err Yes". "Thank you that sounds wonderful." She was aware that he was moving around the room. She felt the soft texture of the warm cotton towels that he now spread over her legs and lower back.

"This is the nicest massage room. I love to work in here especially at the end of the day. You can smell the warmth and freshness of the sea." She heard him inhale. "I sometimes think I should pay them to work here" she heard a little chuckle and she smiled. She knew what he must mean. "May I?" he added in a matter of fact way.

The unrelated question broke her relaxation slightly. She didn't answer; but felt his fingers untying the simple knot that held her bikini top together. She didn't object, of course he needed free access to her back she reasoned as she allowed herself to fall into a sort on languid state. "This is the life" she thought. She could not see the look in his eyes as he stared down at this beautiful negress who lay before him. He gently warmed the scented oils in his hands.

He had spent nearly all his life in Africa and had enjoyed the company of many African girls and women. Why, he had briefly been married to one, but that was all in the past and the modern horrors of aids and his advancing years – he would be 50 next birthday - meant that he was no longer a young rake. The East African girls he had loved all had such dark skin, almost a true chocolate whereas the West African girls he had known were all much darker – ebony in fact. He smiled to himself, "What did these Europeans know?" Black women were not all the same and it was that rich variety which had so absorbed him throughout his time as a mercenary in West Africa and now as a fitness instructor in Kenya. He had a small stake in the fitness company which operated at this hotel providing the gym and water sports facilities. Many of his young instructors and masseurs had fun with the clients and he prided himself in selecting good looking boys and girls who were also excellent workers.

But now, as he spread the first silky coat of aromatic oil over Lisa's shoulders he wondered again about the rich variety of the African woman. Not that Lisa probably thought of herself as African – what term was it now politically correct to use? Afro-American? Her skin was not black or even a true brown, more the colour of coffee and with all the subtle variations that this can conjure up in the mind. He wondered at how the oil changed the subtlety of the colour, much as a good polish heightened the colour of wooden furniture. He shook himself what was he thinking – he was not concentrating on the job in hand. His hands!

Lisa felt the small change in his hands. Those gentle fingers which seemed almost to stroke her skin now applied firmer pressure. His talented fingers gently pushed and pulled at her muscles, easing away the tension and tautness which had built up over these last 10 days of travelling. She could smell the scent of the oils – sandalwood perhaps? – which now mixed with that of the sea breezes. He manipulated her neck, easing the stresses; soft fingers moving into her hair to caress her scalp. They returned to her shoulders, then her arms, each in turn being gently twisted turned and stretched to relax the muscles. He was fighting hard to concentrate, as he massaged her arms he saw how she lifted slightly from the table, the swell of her breast remoulding. He was in no doubt that this client was a very handsome young woman and he yearned to be much younger.

An early liaison with a beautiful client had proved to be a mistake which had nearly cost him his first job. It had taught him not to mix business and pleasure. But, yet again his thoughts returned to the beautiful woman he saw before him. He knew nothing about her nor she about him. That was always the case. Treatments were always performed with the simple accompaniment of the surf and the wind for music. He had seen a ring so she was probably married. Was she here alone? Did she have a husband with her? Questions which would all remain unanswered.

He moved along her body, his hands moving now down her back, strong fingers firmly pushing against resisting muscles as he tried to relieve the tension he found there. What was she like as a lover? Conservative? Reckless? He shook his head; forcing himself to remove such thoughts from his head. He knew his penis was responding to the sight in front of him and his conjectures. He passed over the towel and started to work on her legs smoothing the backs of her thighs, kneading her flesh with a fresh supply of the scented oils. He was only vaguely aware of the small shift in her posture.

As his hands started to work their magic on her legs Lisa moved her legs slightly apart. She was slowly becoming aroused by the actions of this talented man and she was actually fighting the urge to squeeze her legs together. She was becoming torn between the enjoyment of having this man do such wonderful things to her and the feeling of guilt that it that much more enjoyable because it was a man; a good looking one as well! She felt his hands move to her calves and pushed such thoughts from her mind. She relaxed and just allowed herself to drift away.

His hands detected the slight relaxation as he slowly lifted on her feet in the air and started to manipulate her toes. He was taking his time – it was becoming a labour of love and a task for his own satisfaction as much as hers. He lifted her other foot and only then became aware that the towels draped over bottom had slipped up over her buttocks. Yes she still had her bikini bottoms on, but the material had now all but disappeared into the cleft of her buttocks. He looked, transfixed as the same material had now been drawn tightly over her pussy. He could just make out the shape of her lips moulded by the floral lycra. 

His cock stiffened in his shorts, a discernable bulge now forming. He tried desperately to tell himself to relax as he now had to move to her head to complete the massage. He lowered her foot gently to the bed and moved slowly along side the narrow trestle table.

"Turn over please?" he tried to sound professional but his throat was dry and his voice was croaky. 

Lisa languidly moved to turn onto her back, at the last minute remembering her untied bikini and holding it to the swell of her chest as she did so. In her relaxed state she thought she had caught it in time. He however, saw a small glimpse of her nipple as she arranged herself. His cock sprang further to attention.

He moved to the head of the bed pressing his hard flesh against the edge in a vain attempt to control it. Then he became aware of the obvious; his hard cock was now just a couple of inches from her head and developing a mind of its own! He tried to push lustful thoughts to the back of his mind as he poured a little more of the scented oil on his hands and started once again to work his magic on her skin.

Lisa felt his hands on her neck, finger tips gently probing and manipulating her muscles and tendons. She was aware that he was now very close to her, she could smell his scent as his hands now worked along her shoulders and arms. Her eyes were closed but her inners senses told her she was looking down at her intently. She could almost feel his eyes penetrating her skin like miniature x-rays. His hands smoothed across her chest, now far more of a caress than the actions of a masseur. She had asked for a relaxing massage to help her unwind and now, in most senses she was more relaxed than she could remember for a long time. In another however, she could feel a tension building deep inside her body - a sensual tension.

He looked down as he worked, his hands getting bolder as he smoothed the lotion into her coffee cream skin. His fingers brushed the top of her bikini – accidently at first and then again purposefully as he sought to just touch the swell of her breasts now partially exposed. His fingers moved again, this third time reaching the first few millimetres of her breasts, the circular motion of his fingers making them move. The cups of her bra slipped slightly exposing a little more succulent flesh. His penis stood rock hard, a prisoner between his body and the table edge. Beads of sweat formed on his temple. He was going too far, further than his senses knew was proper, but powerless to stop himself. His body seemed disconnected with sane part of his brain; unplugged from the muscles that now guided his hands. Once again the circular motion of his hands brought him into contact with softness of her breasts – the bra slipped a little further.

"Mmmmmm" an involuntary sleepy sound emanated from Lisa as she gave herself over to the delightful sensations. She should be saying "No", stopping him, but her body slightly -almost imperceptibly - moved towards his exploring fingers.

"OK?" he could barely utter those two letters.

"Mmmmmm Nice" her answer a whisper, the merest of sounds.

His fingers stole under the fabric of her bikini, now grazing the textured skin which surrounded her erect nipple. The next circle and her nipples came into view. Taut brown pinnacles standing proudly on her smooth skin. The sensual part of his brain made a decision - it was now or never.

Gently his fingers lifted the bikini top away from her body, dropping it swiftly, silently, to the floor his warm scented hands quickly replaced the cloth to continue their caress and retain the warmth of her skin. His fingers started to gently mould the fullness of her bosom, spreading the sweet oils over her skin, kneading her flesh.

Lisa was lost in the mists of a sensual haze – all reason or sense of what was proper or correct had long since been expelled from her brain – she drifted slowly but surely into a form of sexual nirvana all focussed upon the points of contact between this man and her increasingly aroused body. Her breathing was becoming shallow, her eyes remained closed, her remaining senses were only dimly aware now of the sounds of the surf lapping against the beach, the gentle breeze wafting over her skin, the smell. "Mmmmmmmmmm what is that scent" her mind mused over the question, the smell of pine and tropical flowers? But there was another scent she could not place. She shifted her position slightly, opening her legs a few millimetres. She was dimly aware of the dampness which had formed between her legs; a dampness now drying slowly in the sea breeze.

He detected the change within her and in that small movement new that he would find no resistance if he went further, that sixth sense in his brain telling him that she was ready to be possessed should he want to.

He leaned forward, now not caring that the slightest movement of her head would brink into contact with his shorts and the rigid pole contained therein. His hands continued to work on her body, teasing her nipples squeezing her breasts. His hand occasionally moved further down her body the circular motions spreading over her flat tummy, leaving a trace of the oil as they went. With every complete movement he returned to her breasts to caress and pull those hard nipples which seemed to grow with every caress. Slowly, very slowly, being careful not to break the bond and the contact, he moved to the side of the massage table. His hands continued to administer their circular caresses but they broadened their orbits moving further over her body. He saw her body shift a little more, a thin clear space now open between her thighs.

Lisa's senses excluded all but the feelings now washing over her prone body. She had never felt this way before, may never again. She had a feeling that this may be a once in a lifetime experience. Her reactions and movements were instinctive. Not aware that she was now fully accessible to his hands. The fire that would soon erupt within her had been lit and nothing was going to stop it taking its natural course.

She felt warmth on her breast as he took one of her engorged nipples into his mouth - the first time that anything other than his hands had touched her flesh. A few seconds later the other breast enjoyed the same light almost featherlike caress of his tongue. This distraction gave him the room and opportunity to embolden his fingers. As his tongue snaked across her nipple, the tips of his fingers traced the edges of her bikini bottoms, feeling the real heat which now emanated from her pussy.

Lisa moaned softly, her overly sensitive nipples responding to every caress as his silken tongue washed over them in turn. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers now passing over bikini bottoms, tracing the damp furrow formed where the tightly drawn material squeezed over her pussy. Even as his fingers snaked around the edges of the material, lightly touching – exploring – her attention remained with the heavenly feelings emanating from the tips of her breasts. She arched slightly as if to put more of her flesh within the reach of his smooth tongue. His fingers now passed over hips tracing the edges of her brief bikini bottoms until they found the simple strings which held the two triangles together.

It was the act of moments to simply, gently pull the loose ends and release the simple knots.

He moved his finger slightly across the top edge of the material until the reached her hip now pressed firmly against his own. Lifting the material gently, he sucked her nipple between his teeth, providing the distraction which he hoped would enable him to reach her fully naked form.

He heard her catch her breath and push up from the table so that her chest could better meet his mouth. At that instant his fingers slide delicately under the material, gliding over her smooth flesh, over the slight stubble to reach those puffy lips which were now exposed to the cool ocean breeze. As his index finger eased between the brown lips, they both felt the contained moisture seep out and over his fingers. Only then did Lisa fully realise that she was fully exposed to this man. Fully exposed to only the second man in her life.

What happened next was impulsive, driven by sheer lust. Lisa's lust.

She threw back her head, arching her body upwards to push her smooth breasts further into his face while forcing her pussy down and over his invading finger. Immediately she went from being a highly aroused woman to a wanton, a caged lioness on heat. Nothing mattered more in the world to Lisa in those few seconds except the need to cum.




The Massage



She began to writhe on the bed, unintelligible noises spilled from her lips as she felt his teeth ensnare her hard nipples, felt his fingers delve into her liquid pussy and then seek that hard little nub of flesh which would provide her release.

His fingers moved smoothly and quickly inside her pussy, the outer lips already open like a spring flower revealing the soft coral pink inner leaves. Juices seemed to boil and bubble from within her as his fingers slide upwards to find her clitoris and ease it from the protective fold of flesh. He stroked it, he massaged it, and he squeezed it. Each gentle action heightening the fire which burned ever stronger inside Lisa. She had never felt like this, her mind racing, unable to comprehend the feelings inside her as his mouth and talented fingers brought her ever closer to the climax she yearned for.

Then suddenly, without warning, she felt him push two fingers deep inside her. Like some two pointed phallus, they tore into her with an urgent strong force. That act was enough to bring her to the apex of her desire.

Juices latterly poured from within her, coating his hands. Her clitoris, on fire from his insistent fingers, was now squeezed against her own flesh as his fingers reached inside her and found her G spot. Her body arched, his mouth sucked her breast further into mouth.

Some primitive moan escaped her as all the air in her lungs rushed out and she reached her climax. Her body shook; eyes squeezed tightly closed, as convulsions coursed through her body,. She forced herself down onto his rigid fingers. She went into some form of spasm as she gulped in a lungful of air, only to scream it out again as another climax raced through her every sinew.

One smaller, quieter climax went through her body as she came back down from the heights of her climax; her new pinnacle. Such was the energy that she had expended she fell back exhausted onto the table. Limp.

She did not feel the soft cotton blanket being placed over her, nor the soft click of the catch as he left the room. It was several minutes before she realised she was alone. Quite alone, with just the soft sounds of the ocean and the darkening skies of an African sunset.

to be continued?



The massage



 This is a true story, and a very special memory. Some of the details may be ever so slightly enhanced for your viewing pleasure...but not very many. 



She is already nude, when you walk into the room, lounging on the bed. She smiles at you, and you smile back. He is dressed, and walking about, lighting candles. His smile speaks makes you wonder what delights are planned for tonight.

You look back at her. Her hair is short, and expertly colored. Her body is tan, and shapely, with full breasts, and tiny nipples. You notice she shaves...

He nods at her and, with one last smile at you, she lies on her stomach, arms stretched out above her head. He places you at the head of the bed, kneeling between her outstretched arms. He reaches into a box and brings out a squirt bottle of oil, a long black crow feather, and a pair of slim throwing knives, placing each item on the bed, one at a time. He passes on of the knives to you. It is slender, with a slight curve. The tip is sharp. Its handle is rough on one side, and has raised images of flowering bamboo on the other. You tingle with excitement as you hand it back.

He then removes three final items from the box: two pairs of black steel handcuffs, and a leather blindfold.

He tells you to blindfold her. You lift her head, and she smiles up at you, with her eyes already closed. You slip the leather over her smooth skin, and she kisses your hand as you pass it over her face.

He snaps one cuff on each of her wrists, then takes you by the hand. His fingers dance over your palms. He tells you your job is to be her restraints. He snaps the other half of each cuff to your wrists. The steel is heavy, and cool on your skin. She tries to pull her arms down, but you keep them straight, and she sighs happily.

He kneels next to her, and opens the bottle. The scent of mint, and cinnamon fills the air. He pours out lines of oil across her shoulders, down her back, across her ass, down her legs. You see her lip as he pours. He starts to massage the oil across her skin, teaseling with his fingertips, then kneading her muscles roughly. You feel her muscles tense, pulling slightly at the handcuffs. She sighs with contentment when he runs his fingertips over her spine. He works his hands across her until her skin glows with oil.

You are so enchanted by the way the candlelight reflects off her oiled skin, you don't notice him pick up the feather. Its not until she gasps and nearly pulls you off balance that you see it. He is running the feather along her inner thigh in smooth strokes. He glides it over the back of her knees, than strokes her silky ass until she whimpers. He teases her back with short strokes, all the way up to her neck. 

He touches the feather softly along the back of her neck, across the sides, over her face. It is very slow, loving..and makes you yearn for a soft touch. Silently he places the feather on the small table beside the bed, and picks up the twin knives. He pauses, staying completely still. A minute passes, and she lifts her head, trying to listen, to sense what he is doing. He smiles, and taps the two knives together. The metallic ring of it makes her jump, and she pulls against your arms. You pull back, keeping her still, and stretched. A husky moan comes from deep within her throat.

He reaches down slowly, and drags the tip of one knife slowly down her spine. She arches her back, and gasps as it makes its way. He takes the other knife in his second hand, and together they trace across her ass, then down each leg. He runs them back up, along the inside of her legs, up her inner thigh, and you watch as she opens her legs wide. You feel yourself go from excitement to heat.

He spins a knife in his hand, so the handle is facing our, and with a quick strike, smacks it against her ass. She jumps and pulls hard. You lean back, keeping her tight as he smacks her ass twice more, then soothingly runs the flat of the blade over the red skin.

He kneels over her back, and brings the tip of a knife to her throat, on tip on each side of her chin. She raises her head obediently, and you can see her breathing increase. He slowly, sensually slides the tips back along the sides of her neck to the base of her skull, and down to her shoulders. Shes gasping, and you see her grinding her pussy into the sheets. You catch the scent of her, musky and warm. Your pussy throbs as you picture yourself in her place. You lose track of time as the runs the tip of the blade over her back, leaving long, thin red lines, that you wish you could trace with your tongue. You feel your heat grow with her every moan.

He runs the rough edge of a knife handle over her back, then between her legs. You watch as her mouth opens, and her fingers dig into the bead spread. He runs first the rough side, then the bamboo side of the handle over the lips of her pussy. She starts making little cries of pleasure. Without warning he stops. and she slumps to the bed. He passes the handle of close enough to your face that you can inhale her secret scent, and you cant help but to breath deeply. 

He reaches a hand into her hair and pulls her face up to you. His other hand tangles in your long hair, and he pulls you down. Your lips meet hers,a nd she kisses you with a fierce hunger. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth and you sigh into her. He pulls you back then, and her tongue flicks over your lips one last time. You are not sure if he was teasing her with that kiss, or you.

He uncuffs your wrists, and commands her to roll onto her back. Your eyes widen as you see her. Her nipples are like little bullets, hard and erect. She spreads her legs as soon as she is still, and you can see her, pink and full and damp. Before you can take your eyes away from her, he recuffs you. He takes a knife, and runs it over her beautiful, delicate face. It teases her cheeks, and runs over the lips that you just kissed. He slips the tip over the vein throbbing in her throat, and you hold your breath with her. He pours oil over her, until her breasts glow, and her nipples strain under his fingers. He uses both blades to make spirals, curving along each breast, before rubbing her nipples with the handle, first one side, then the other other. Her shivers seem to flow through the steel into your body. 

He runs the blade over her flat belly, down till they trace around her sex. Her whole body surges then, and you cant help but moan quietly. You feel dizzy with want. He looks at you, than raises her legs up, around his shoulders. He begins to rub the textured handle over her clit, over her lips. It makes a wet sliding sound, and the scent of her grows stronger. With strength that catches you off guard she pulls, and you fall, catching your self as your face rests against her smooth belly. You can feel how tense her muscles are beneath your cheek. Your shirt pulled up when you fell, and she passionately kisses your exposed skin. Her lips are warm and damp against your stomach, and you cry out softly when she bites down. She moans in frustration when her mouth is stopped by your waistband. You kiss her belly, and she tastes of sweat, and spices. You slide back up her body, feeling her tongue trail along your skin, until you can take one of her nipples between first your lips, then your teeth. She cries out in relief at your touch.

Knowing that he is not done with her, you reluctantly push yourself back up, and pull her arms tight, causing her to gasp anew at your forcefulness. He teases her with the blades for a few more moments, before he sets them aside. He quietly slips his pants off, and you are pleased to see his is as aroused as you are. The pout that was on her face when he stopped touching her becomes perfect surprise as the tip of his cock enters her. You bite your lip, as you see him slide deeper inside of her. She reaches up and grips your forearms, causing your cuffs to click together. 

Her back arches as he slides out of her, and his cock glistens with her juices. You and her gasp together as he slams back home inside of her. He begins to fuck her, slowly at first, but you can see the need in his eyes, as you can see it on her mouth. As his thrusts get deeper and faster, her fingernail dig into your forearms. She runs her tongue over her lips in time with his cock entering her. You hear the sound of flesh striking flesh, and the wet sucking sound of her pussy, and her scent is overwhelming. You long to be free to be touched, to touch. You can feel yourself soaking your cloths.

Her back arches hard, and you can see the muscles in her belly convulse in waves. She cries out, and claws at your arms. He meets your eyes in a moment of impossible clarity, and you see him cum deep inside her, every muscle straining.

He slowly sips from her body, you can scent his salty smell, intermingling with her musk. He carefully removes the cuffs from your wrists. You start to reach for him, start to beg to be touched, when he slips one finger into your mouth. He leans to your ear, and whispers: "Your turn."



The Massage



As I walk into the dimly lit room, the smell of lavender and the sound of soft music immediately assault my senses. The lavender immediately relaxes my sore aching muscles and places my mind at ease. I sit on the edge of the table and begin removing my high heels. My feet ache from a day of meetings, but at least my pedicure has kept my feet attractive and soft. I remove the jacket of my business suit, feeling the warm breeze of the room kiss my now bare arm; it embraces me like a soft lover - gentle and strong. I relish in the feeling as I being to remove the rest of my outfit. Once completely undressed, I admire my figure in the mirror on the door. The hours in the gym have paid off as I enjoy looking at my legs and hips. I'm not super model by any stretch of the imagination, but men still turn their heads when I walk down the street. After this brief moment of ego stroking, I don the plush cotton bath robe and await the arrival of my masseuse.

I wait only a few minutes before Steve enters the room. I have marveled at Steve's body and mind since the first time I came to this spa. His hands are delicate yet strong, his shoulders broad and muscular, his face cherubic yet sinfully handsome. While he is more than enjoyable to look at, his mind is as impressive as his well-toned body. We have talked philosophy on many occasions and I have found that he is very knowledgeable yet he avoids be condescending or pompous. He greets me with a smile and I shyly smile back. If he only knew how many nights I had enjoyed passionate dreams of his wandering hands and soft pink lips exploring my body.

With a gentle touch on my arm, he prompts me to lie onto the table. I stand at the edge of the table and slip the robe off of my shoulders. As I do so, he holds the towel up to cover me. While the towel provides some level of modesty, it unfortunately also covers me in a way that prevents Steve seeing one of my better assets.

He slowly begins rubbing my neck. Beginning at my head, his warm oil-covered hands begin their slow firm dance across my skin. I let out a soft moan as his fingers begin to trace my neck with firm movements, removing the remnants of a demanding day from my body. Slowly yet with purpose, his hands move up and down my neck, venturing out to my shoulders. The warmth of his hands combined with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the massage oil makes my mind forget the day's activities and embrace the relaxing sensations. As my body feels his hands begin to move across my shoulders and gently down my spine, my mind begins to drift away into a welcome, relaxing nothingness.

Steve's hands slowly work their magic up and down my back. Reaching from side to side, I feel his body press against mine as he covers every inch of me with his hands. Alternating between gentle touch and firm strokes, his hands move down the down to the base of my spine. I feel his hands move across my hips, gently kneading and pressing. Every movement of his body against mine feels like a wave of electricity. I feel myself becoming excited as his hands press against my hips. His fingers wrap around my waist and I moan as he pulls me gently away from the table, only to lower me back as his hands slide back around. 

I feel his hands slip under the edge of the towel, manipulating my hips. To my dismay he removes his hands from the towel and skips that which yearns for his touch most. I hear him squeeze more oil onto his hands and the electricity begins again when they make contact with my thighs. He slowly takes both hands; one inside and one out, and begins stroking my leg with steady motions. I feel myself getting wet as his hands slide up and down my legs. Unconsciously I part them wider, wanting his hand to slide higher and embrace my sexuality. To my dismay, his hands maintain their course, moving slowly down past my thighs, onto my calves. 

His hands move with purpose and drive as he magically removes the tightness that has built-up throughout the day. My lips purse and I let out a gentle sigh as his fingers work from my knee to my ankle, relaxing and exciting me more and more with each touch of his hands. I feel my cheeks flush and I bite my lip wondering if he heard the desire in my sigh. I can feel each of his fingers move nimbly down to my feet, gently massaging and working each tender muscle with his touch. As he finishes with one leg, I feel his hands move deftly to the other. I can barely contain my desires as I know he will soon be within reach of my wetness. Surely he can sense my needs as I react to his every touch. 

Meticulously, his hands begin traveling back up my leg. Each gentle massage and stroke sends more shivers through my body. His hands finally return to my thigh and begin the long teasing strokes that stop just below the towel. I moan loudly this time, not caring if he hears - my body needs his touch. Suddenly he stops. Did I scare him off or offend him? As I begin to raise myself up to speak, I feel his hand against my neck. He lowers his lips to my ears and quietly whispers. "Your desires will be fulfilled, just relax and enjoy the feeling." Somewhat embarrassed, but now excited beyond belief, I lay back into the table and wait for his hands to return to my body. 

Instead of returning to my legs, I feel his hand caress the small of my back. Electricity shoots through my body as I feel his body lower towards me and his lips gently meet my skin. He begins softly kissing the small of my back I begin to quiver as I feel this mouth move up my spine. I feel the trail of his kisses as the warm air in the room blows slowly across the path of his touch. His hands move up to my back and I feel them stroke my shoulder. He gently moves my hair to one side, giving him a full view of my neck. His mouth returns to my body, kissing and teasing my neck with his tongue. I begin to turn towards him, wanting to feel his lips against mine, but he stops me with a gentle phrase of "Relax and enjoy". 

He continues tracing my neck with his mouth as his hands begin to make subtle slides up and down my back. I bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. I can feel my body building to a magical point without him touching the dripping wetness still hidden beneath the towel.

He senses me building to a pinnacle and to my dismay decides to tease me even more by stopping. He tells me to lie still and disappears from the room. Moments later I hear him return. I feel his presence at the end of the table. He softly takes each ankle into a hand and gently parts my legs further. His supple hands begin moving up the inside of my thighs. His fingers begin tracing small circles across my skin, my hips raise off of the table begging for his touch. I moan loudly as his fingers begin to trace a light outline around my pussy. His fingers are now cool to the touch as he slides his fingers through the dripping wetness, only pausing briefly to tease me more. 

I feel him lean onto the table, his shoulders pushing my legs even wider. I feel his hands on my hips and his warm breath against my skin from behind. My body begins to tremble as he takes his tongue and masterfully begins teasing my womanhood with alternating short and long strokes. I press back against him, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me, wanting to be filled by this miraculous man. 

His tongue continues to flick against me, building me higher and higher in a tower of pure ecstasy. He takes his now soaking wet fingers and slides them inside of me; only one at first, then filling me fuller with two. My body begins rocking against him, forming a rhythm with his hand. Every movement creates more and more electricity within me. He moves faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Each thrust filling me fuller than the last. I begin to moan, knowing that my climax is near. Just as my body begins to convulse in orgasmic pleasure, I feel him press his fingers deep inside of me and thrust his tongue against my clit, throwing me over the edge of delight. 

I lose track of time and space, my toes curl and every muscle in my body feels stimulated. Steve lowers my hips back to the table and slowly pulls himself from the grips of my hold. 

He gently leans over and kisses me softly. He whispers "I hope you are relaxed now. Next time, the will be more."



The Massage



The elevator doors open, and I place my hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the end of the hall. The door to the hotel room is a deep, dark red, the color of the sun the last few moments before the horizon gobbles it up. I fumble with the key for a moment, trying hard to keep my eyes on the lock, and off the plunging neck line of your black dress. You smile at me, the thin fabric of your dress allowing the slightest glimpse of the lower curve of your breast. Swallowing hard, I slip the card into the slot, and a soft click allows me to turn the knob.

We enter the room, soft music ghosting from hidden speakers in the wall. As we walk into the room, you look around at our surroundings. The room is decorated with an obvious Asian influence. The floors were bamboo, with rugs covering the center. Against the far wall, between two floor to ceiling windows, was a platform bed covered in black silk blankets and pillows. The few pieces of furniture were against the walls. The floor of the room was a large expanse, empty of everything except for the two massage tables.

Standing between the two tables was a woman dressed in a white silk kimono cut off a few inches above the knee. Her deep black hair was up in a bun with two polished wooden sticks crossing through the tight wrap of hair. Her skin was a deep olive color, and she smiled at us, her green eyes crinkling. "Are you ready for your massages?"

You look at me, surprised. I lean close to you, and whisper, "I wanted this night as relaxing as possible." Plucking a glass off of a small table, I hand the champagne to you. You take a sip, and smile at me. 

"I will wait while you disrobe. Please lay facedown on the table when you are done." She turns around, and folds her hands before her.

I hesitate at the idea of removing my clothes in the same room as the masseuse, but when I look over, you shrug playfully, and untie the knot behind your neck. Your dress puddles to the ground around your feet, and I gape at you as you step neatly forward. Now clad in nothing but your black high heels, a pair of black stockings and a sheer lace bra, you step close, nestling tight against me. You lean up and whisper into my ear. "Let's have some fun tonight." 

I'm frozen, your appearance having snatched the breath from my lungs. Your fingers begin unfastening the buttons on my shirt. My chest is bare underneath, and as your fingertips brush my skin, small jolts of electricity creep through my skin. You push my shirt off, and my belt and pants join it shortly. Smiling at me, you turn and walk over to the second table, dropping your bra and kicking off your shoes. Walking straight past the masseuse, you lean down and peel off your stockings. At first she seems motionless, but as you bend over to pull off your second stocking, her head tilts down as she looks over your nude body.

You lay flat on the table on your belly. She speaks, her voice still soft and melodious. "Sir, are you ready?" Her words jolt me out of my reverie, and I push my boxers down to the ground. The room is warm, and I walk over to the first table. Laying down on the firm padded table, I shift around for a moment to try to become comfortable, my erection pressing into the table.

"Sir, I'm going to massage your wife first. I'm going to light some incense around the room and play some soft music. Just relax, and it will be your turn soon enough." A scent of lilac drifts through the room. I turn my head, and turn to watch you.

You have your face pressed into the hole. My eyes trace over the curve of your back, down to your buttocks, and my cock stiffens further. She is standing on the other side, working hot oil into her palms. The shockingly scarlet nails tipping her fingers stand out, and she lowers her oiled hands down to your shoulders and begins rubbing. I can see your body tense at her first touch, and then settle down in relaxation. She begins working the muscles of your upper back, and slight murmurs of pleasure begin slipping from your lips. The entire scene is intensely erotic, and my breathing becomes heavier.

Her hands begin to work lower, to your lower back. All you can see is her feet. They're bare, her toenails painted with the same vivid red as her fingers. Her slippers lay discarded to the side, and you watch her feet rock gently back and forth as her oiled fingers work deep into your muscles. She pauses for a moment, and you feel a spurt of hot oil spray on your lower back. Most of it pools into the hollow of your spine, but a small trickle wound its way between your buttocks. She slides her finger between, catching the oil and pushing it up. As you feel the tip of her finger brush against your ass, your entire body stiffens. 

She begins working the oil into your lower back, but it's different now. You can feel your body begin to tingle with arousal, and your hips begin to move very gently, barely noticeable, in time with her hand movements. You know I'm watching, and the thought turns you on even more. You find yourself terrified that she'll notice your arousal, but simultaneously excited at the thought. She works her hands down further, and begins massaging your buttocks and upper thighs. I hear a soft moan emerge from you, and realize that you are really getting turned on. 

As she finishes massaging your legs, she leans forward and her lips brush against your ear as she murmurs, "You may turn over now, miss." You pause for a moment, and then take a deep breath. You lean up, and turn onto your back. Your bare breasts are gorgeous, and I can't help but begin moving my hips slightly, my cock painfully stiff. She begins working the muscles of your upper arms and shoulders. As she reaches across your body, her upper arm brushes against your stiff nipple. You gasp, your back arching slightly as the sensation ripples through your body. She immediately pulls her hands back. "I'm sorry, miss. Do you wish me to stop?"

"No." Your voice is throaty, and trembling slightly, but there's no indication of doubt in your tone. "No, I want you to keep going."

She considers you for a moment, and then smiles slightly. Nodding her assent, she resumes rubbing your arms, but this time she makes no attempt to avoid occasional contact with your nipples, which are now stiff. Indeed, every few seconds, the smooth skin of her forearm brushes against you, and you moan each time, the sensations intensely erotic. As you begin to moan more and more, I see her lick her lips for a moment. Her eyes meet mine, and there's a question in her expression. I nod, and she smiles.

Reaching down, she cups your right breast in her hand. Your eyes snap open, and she smiles down at you. You don't say anything, but keep your gaze locked on her as she begins rubbing your nipples and breasts with her oil soaked hands. Breathing hard, your moans get louder and more intense. As she rubs, I see your hand drift up to the back of her leg, the tips of your fingers slipping underneath her robe. She smiles lazily, and leans down, taking your nipple in her mouth.

I can't help myself at this point. I reach beneath myself and begin to rub my cock as I watch her suck on your breasts. You are now writhing on the table, your moaning loud and intense. Boldly, you grab her hand, and guide it down between your legs. She responds immediately, and you feel her fingertip slip between your pussy lips. When she feels how wet your pussy is, she gasps slightly, her hot breath against your breasts. You reach over and tug at the knot of her robe. It falls open to reveal a white bra and thong. 

"I want you naked, please." Your voice is insistent, and she nods. She begins to straighten up, but you grab her hand, keeping it between your legs. She keeps rubbing your clit, and you say, "Don't stop, please..."

"I thought you wanted me naked." Her voice is like molten chocolate, sensual and warm.

"I do. But you can't stop." You turn your head, and look over at me. "Come take her clothes off, honey."

I roll off the table, and walk over, my bare cock throbbing. As I get closer, I get a better look. Two of her fingers are slipping in and out of your pussy, slick and shining with your juices. Her lips and tongue are still dancing over your nipples. As I move around, I lean down and kiss your lips. You press your mouth hard against mine, and as your tongue snakes into my mouth, she does something with her thumb that I can't see, and you orgasm, hard.

Your back arches, you thrust your hips upwards, and you cry out into my mouth. Your body trembles, and I rub the palm of my hand against your other nipple. She doesn't stop fingering you, and your entire body convulses as you cum. You tilt your head, and moan into my ear, "Please, strip her body naked!"

I nod, and move behind her. As I work to unsnap her bra, she presses her ass back against my erection. I gasp, and she starts rolling her hips, grinding against my cock. You see this, and a guttural growl comes from your throat. Your eyes are hungry, and I rip the snaps to her bra. When you see it fall to the floor, you pull her close. Her hand keeps working at your pussy, but you pull her nipples even with your mouth, and begin suckling her large breasts, taking each brown nipple into your mouth, biting it, and then sucking hard. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her thong, pushing it off her hips. As she naked before you, you look past her body and groan, "I want more..."

In one motion, I reach around her waist and grab her hips. Lifting her off the ground, I maneuver her body around, spinning her so that her head is between your legs, and her pussy in mere inches above your lips. You freeze for a moment, and I crouch down, my lips on level with your ears. "You want more? Taste her."

You hesitate, staring up at her bald pussy, which is glistening. A drop of her cum falls on your lips, and you lick it off. A wild look comes in your eyes, and you lick your lips. The tip of your tongue extends out, but when it's only mere millimeters from her clit, you suddenly stiffen. Standing up, I see that her face is buried in your dripping cunt, and she's devouring you with an almost animalistic hunger. There is no more hesitation, and you begin lapping the tip of your tongue up and down her slit.

Instantly she responds, her hips swiveling slightly as she uncontrollably begins to grind her pussy on your face. Moans emerge from her mouth, muffled by your thighs and pussy. Enraptured by the display before me, I move over to get a better view of her going down on you. Her tongue is dancing over your swollen clit, first flicking it rapidly, then pressing hard against it, rolling it around. Three of her delicate fingers are deep inside you, and I can feel the back of her hand flex as she strokes your G-spot. You are soaking wet, your cum all over her face and hand, and a wild, hungry look is dancing through her eyes. As I watch, she stiffens slightly as something your tongue does causes a jolt of pleasure to skitter through her body, and she sucks your clit into her mouth, moaning loudly around it.

I begin stroking myself again, walking slowly over to your end of the table. It's warm in the room, and your bodies are dripping with sweat. Your slick bodies are entwined around each other, and as I get to the end of the table, she begins moaning louder. Sensing her orgasm approaching I see you slip two fingers into her bald pussy, and press the tip of your thumb on her ass. Your tongue never stops its frantic dance over her clit. When she feels your thumb on her ass, her breath catches in her throat, and there's a pause while you both prepare for her climax. In one smooth motion, you slip your thumb into her tight ass, remove your fingers, and bury your face in her pussy. You shove your tongue as far into her as you can, the taste of her clouding your senses and driving you wild.

And she orgasms.

It begins as a tremble that rapidly turns into an earthquake. Her hips and chest begin heaving, and she sits up, settling her soaked pussy fully onto your mouth. You welcome it with hunger and begin swirling your tongue around the inside of her pussy. Her moans explode into screams, and her eyes snap open, staring wildly into space as her climax tears through her body. Her juices flow into your waiting mouth, and instead of pausing, you resume your attack on her clit and pussy. As she convulses and howls, grinding into your face, you feel something probe at the waiting lips of your smooth pussy. Before you have time to realize what's happening, you feel my thick, swollen cock slide deep inside you.

I'm dizzy with desire, unable to stop, and I've climbed up on the table and began fucking your pussy in long, smooth strokes. You are soaked, and I can feel you clamping around me as I slip in and out. I look up from watching your pussy swallow my cock, and I see her eyes fixed on our hips writhing together. Without thinking, I lean forward and take your nipple into my mouth, biting it and rolling my tongue around. She reaches down and begins playing with your other nipple.

The total immersion for you is unbearable. You have her pussy grinding firmly on your mouth as your tongue probes deep inside her and your thumb slips in and out of her tight ass. One of your nipples has her fingers rolling it about, while the other is being suckled and nibbled. While all of this is going on, I'm fucking your dripping cunt hard and smoothly, filling you up. You can feel the tip of my cock rolling around deep inside you, pressing hard against your g spot. Feeling that you're close, I pause for barely a breath, and thrust hard and deep inside in one powerful thrust.

Your back arches, and you stiffen as if an electric shock had jolted through your body. Your pussy clamps down around my cock, and I press deeper. I can hear your moans, although they are muffled by her bare pussy still grinding over you. She lifts up for a moment, and swings her legs off, standing beside you. As you writhe around in the throes of your climax, she pushes me upright, and leans down. I keep thrusting in and out of you as she extends the tip of her tongue. When it touches your clit, you spasm powerfully, and scream. The sight of you cumming with her tongue rolling over your clit is overwhelming, and I moan out, "I'm going to cum."

In one motion, she pushes me back a step, and my cock slips out of you. She wraps her small hand around the base of my shaft, and reaches down with her other hand. Slipping two fingers inside of your still cumming pussy, she begins fingering you as she strokes me in long smooth motions. You stare wide eyed at the scene, breath still hitching as you continue to climax. Lights began to pop before my eyes as I feel my orgasm building, and I cry out as the first spurt of hot cum lands on your belly and tits. One hand working each of us, she smiles as we both moan and cry out. After a few moments, the strength floods out of my limbs, and I stumble to the large bed a few feet away. 

As I collapse onto the bed, I look over to see her tongue rolling over your torso, licking up the drops of my cum. As your orgasm finally subsides, she straightens up, and smiles down at you. As she starts stroking your nipple gently, she looks over at me. "Are you ready for your massage, sir?"

To be continued....



The Massage



I'm on the table waiting for the masseuse. My eyes are closed and in my mind I am working on another chapter to my "Sensual, Sexy Massage Therapist" fantasy.

I watch as that hot little vixen goes down on my girlfriend when, in the distance I hear footfalls drawing near.

My eyes fly open and there I see one of the spa's male attendants. He's got sandy, blond hair, cut surfer-boy style, deeply tanned skin, clad in white shorts and a matching tee shirt that cling tightly to his superhero-like body.

I am in total awe and cannot help but stare.

Christ... he looks like a mountain of solid muscle...

He turns to me and says, "Hi, I'm Lonnie."

Silence...

...Silence... still staring…

My mind hiccups and jiggers, sputtering to access the speech functions...

"I ... ah... ummmmm... hi...," I stutter, coughing to buy time. "... I'm Charley."

"Hello Charley… nice to meet you." Lonnie looks down at his clipboard. "You're here for a full body, deep tissue, yes?"

I stare back at him.

Silence...

That's what I said I wanted when I made the appointment. It's just that I'm not so sure about

having a GUY give it to me...

"Yeah...," I finally say. "But... ummmmm.... I wasn't expecting you to be a guy.... Where's Jenna, the girl who usually takes care of me?"

"Oh... Jenna's moved on to another site. Promoted her to manager," Lonnie smiles before finally adding, "Hey man, don't worry about it. I'm a professional."

"It's just that I've never had a guy... well, I've never had a guy touch my body like that," I confide, blushing.

Again, Lonnie smiles. "I hear that all the time. Don't worry about it, man. Like I said, I'm a professional."

More silence as I ponder my decision and every possible implication from every possible angle.

What would it mean to have a guy touching my body for so long?'

What if I get an erection? Does that mean I'm gay?

Is HE gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that...

What'll I do if he tries to put the 'moves' on me?

What if I like it...?

He preps his oils and towels while my head spins with crippling and circular inquiry. Before I know it, Lonnie gets started....

He's a true pro and can clearly sense my unease. So he makes small talk, guy talk mostly: Women, sports, dirty jokes - topics to put my homophobia to rest.

There is a certain quality to his voice - velvety smooth and calm; it makes me WANT to hear him talk. He goes on and on but I'm not hearing what he's saying as I am lost in the sound of his voice.  I close my eyes and relax as Lonnie talks and works away. My apprehensions fade and I drift off into a semi-dreamlike state. I feel my body grow warmer and warmer under his magic touch and before long I am putty in his hands.

Lonnie moves around to the head of the table as he works my upper back, neck and shoulders. His smooth voice seems to project directly into my mind, like I am not so much hearing him talk as I am receiving his thoughts.

He instructs me to flip onto my back and I wordlessly comply. Back to work, Lonnie's powerful hands cradle the back of my head and from there he gently inches me back so that my head hangs back over the edge of the table.

I open my eyes to see that I am looking directly into the crotch of Lonnie's tight, white shorts. From this vantage point I can clearly see an obscenely huge bulge extending down along his left inner thigh. It is very thick and very long, stretching all the way down to within an inch of the cuff of his shorts.

My first reaction is total disbelief.

Nobody has a dick like that!

Then, as if he can read my mind, Lonnie moves in closer so that his crotch brushes across my nose and I feel the unmistakable squish of hot, living flesh under the fabric of his shorts.

Holy Christ! That thing is REAL!

"Getting hot in here," says Lonnie, drawing away. "Mind if I lose the shirt?"

He strips away the tight tee before the question even registers with me. If I cared, I'd notice that his torso is cut like chiseled marble, waxed and smooth like polished stone. As it is, I cannot get over the massive bulge in Lonnie's shorts and the realization that I am aroused...

"You like the way that feels?" he asks as he works away at my upper chest and shoulders with powerful, well oiled hands. The sound of his velvet smooth voice draws my attention and I turn my eyes to meet his.

Lonnie stops and stares at me. He's waiting for my answer.

"Yessssssssssssssss," I whisper as he takes the thin sheet that covers me from the waist down and folds it back to my knees, exposing my stiffening dick.

Embarrassed, flushing red heat fills my cheeks and then spreads through my body like a slow creeping fire. My modest cock stiffens with the sudden rush of hot blood, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of my heart.

"I see...," he says, wrapping his slippery hand around my cock. "How about this?" he asks, 'squoozing' my rock-hard boner. "Do you like this?"

"Oh god..." I gasp. "I... ah... ohhhh..." I sputter.

Already the onrush of orgasm wells up from within my belly. I stare into Lonnie's dark eyes, desperately trying to keep from shooting off in his hand.

Try as I might, my efforts prove futile.

"ooooohhhhhHHMMYYYYYYYYYYYGOD!" I cry as my cock sprays a tremendous load of cum, leaving warm puddles of pearly white cream splattered across my belly and chest.

Simultaneously exhausted, deeply ashamed and burning with runaway lust, I pant and gasp to catch my breath while Lonnie expertly milks the last of my cum from my dick.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm......" he purrs as he brings his jizz-dripping fingers to my mouth. His icy eyes stare into mine.

I've never tasted boy cum before, not even my own, but I know I cannot resist this invitation. I part my lips and one by one, Lonnie slips his dripping digits into my mouth.

"That's right, Charley," he whispers. "Clean that cum off my fingers." He need not prompt me for as I suck each finger dry I am amazed to find that my cum doesn't taste the least bit bad. In fact, it tastes really good. It tastes... it tastes like me. I can't explain it any other way. I work his fingers over with lips and tongue until Lonnie pulls them away from my mouth.

He backs away from the table, turns his back and without a word sheds his shorts. Then he turns again to face me.

"...oh...my...gawwwwwd..." I gasp. His cock is ENORMOUS - swinging low between his thighs. Not yet fully erect, it looks to be 8 or 9 inches long and round as a Red Bull can!

I can't take my eyes off his horse-sized cock. It is my singular focus.

And as I stare, preoccupied with Lonnie's inhuman dick, he steps up to the side of the table and in one smooth display of athleticism, mounts the table, landing astride my chest.

THWAPPPPP - his heavy shaft slaps down hard across my cheek as he perfectly sticks the landing. Kneeling over me, Lonnie takes hold of his cock and waves it over my face. Speechless, I watch as it swells and grows, bigger and bigger - filling out and stretching longer and longer till it extends the full distance from the base of my neck to beyond my hairline!

He looks down into my eyes and smiles. "Are you ready, Charley?" he asks, rubbing his hot dick all over my face. "Are you ready for this big cock?...."

"pppllleeaasseeee..." I whimper.

"Please, what?" Lonnie teases, inching back till the swollen tip rests on my lips. My mouth and tongue work frantically trying to suck him into my mouth. But Lonnie keeps his big cock just out of my reach. "Please, what?" he repeats.

"Please... Lonnie... give it to me..." I plead.

"You want this? Then say it," he says flatly. "You have to ask me real nice. Say, 'Please let me suck your big cock'. Say I like you mean it."

I form the words in my head and let them fly. "Lonnie, please. Please let me suck your big cock. Please???"

He looks down at me as I speak, reveling in my total submission. At first, I am sure he is going to make me say it again. But then, after a still moment or two, he slowly lowers his knob again to my lips.

"Here you go, Charley. Open up..."

...he slowly lowers his knob again to my lips.

Lonnie clasps the sides of my head with his big and powerful hands. A gentle squeeze informs me that, if he wishes, he can crush my skull and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I have no choice but to relax my jaw to take him into my mouth.

"No, boy," he insists. He wants this to be a certain way. "I've got an idea."

With that, Lonnie climbs down, moves to the head of the table and immediately sets to work lowering the back board; adjusting the angle so that I am laying on an incline - feet up. 

"Okay... let's try this again," Lonnie smiles, moving in closer and guiding his long, fat cock down to my lips to lightly rub it over my cheeks and nose. 

"Now... open your mouth, boy. Kiss it... like you're kissing your girlfriend's tit. Give it a nice... long... wet kiss...."

Riding high on a crest of submissive desire, I slather his hot, smooth cock with wet kisses; licking and sucking until I taste something more than his flesh on my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... yeah Charley, drink me. Taste me...," he whispers. I look up into his eyes and comply.

I suck him like I've been doing it all my life. Lonnie's eyes relax into pleased slits; grinning satisfaction spreads across his face.

"Yeah... that's it," he says. "Suck my big dick," his thrusting hips driving his giant cock in and out of my mouth. Soon he moves in perfect rhythm with my sucking and we work together like a single beast.

We pick up the pace.

Lonnie drives his cock to the back of my throat... I suck harder.

At first I gag and choke but manage to keep from blowing chunks. Each time he presses into my gag reflex zone I heave... but every time a bit less than the time before.

He blunts my sensitivity with constant, calculated contact until finally the opening of my throat relaxes completely.

I am wide open for his monster cock!

Lonnie senses my condition. He looks into my eyes and claims, "Now... I'm gonna make you mine."

He drives hard into my mouth - forcing his cock into my throat! It sinks all the way into my esophagus before he pulls clear.

"That's real good, boy," Lonnie says. "You suck my cock better than my girlfriend!" Again he drives deep, setting his pace for the sprint down home stretch.

In and out - over and over - deeper and deeper - Lonnie's cock sinks into my throat until his big, fat balls rest across the bridge of my nose!

"Oh yeah...that feels sooooooo gooooooood..." he sighs, grinding his crotch into my face and just as he attains his deepest penetration.

"AHHHhhhHhHhhhhh!" he growls while Lonnie cuts loose with a tremendous orgasm. His cock jumps and jerks deep down in my gullet, shooting off like a fire-hose - filling my stomach with his cum!

"Drink meeee... suck it ALL, boy!" Lonnie hisses, pumping away at my throat until his thick cock-sauce spills from my nostrils and sprays out of my mouth. He's filled me COMPLETELY! 

Finally, mercifully, he throws his hips back and hauls his dick from my mouth, clearing my lips with a loud, wet, SCHLUPPPPOP!

He grasps his big cock with both hands, aims it at my face and hoses me down with the last of his ocean sized load. 



The Massage



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The Massage



Lesly felt cold leather against her skin. The sensation was causing goosebumps to show up all over her body. She adjusted her towel to cover her exposed skin, but that did nothing to reduce her skin's level of excitement. She was lying face down on a massage table waiting for her masseuse. She had never had a professional massage before, and the anticipation was doing as much to make her hair stand on end than the cold. She wished the damn masseuse would hurry up and get in here. She could hear the soft moans from the woman in the next room over enjoying her massage, and she was getting impatient. 

She squirmed with anticipation as she heard footsteps approaching. From the sound of the footsteps she guessed it was a man, and not a small one.

"Hi, I'm Dave. I'll be massaging you today," he said as he approached the table. "Ready to get started?"

Lesly simply grunted a yes as she looked at her masseuse. He was around six foot tall, average build with light hair and green eyes. He walked to the side of the table and opened the towel that was covering her back.

Lesly tensed up as the cool air of the room hit her freshly exposed skin. Another batch of goosebumps attacked her body as she lay there exposed. She wasn't used to having this much of her body exposed, even though she was confident in her body, and she was noticeably nervous.

"Just relax, don't tense up," said Dave comfortingly.

"Sorry. This is my first time," replied Lesly.

"Don't worry. Just let me know if I'm using too much force," Dave said as he began his massage.

As Lesly felt strong hands on her neck, her concerns melted away into nothing. Dave was gently rubbing the sides of her neck, erasing the tension that built up during her stressful week. As he transitioned into her shoulders, she let out an involuntary moan.

"Is that too hard?" Dave asked concerned.

"That feels perfect," Lesly replied.

Dave continued his assault on Lesly's shoulders as she lay there in ecstasy. Dave was firmly rubbing her tense muscles working from the center of her body towards her arms. He began kneading her arms, slowly working from the shoulder all the way down to her hands. As she lay there enjoying every movement of Dave's strong hands, she felt herself start to get wet. 

Dave walked around the head of the table to the other side of her body, and she noticed that his shorts weren't doing a good job of concealing the fact that he was also getting turned on. The fact that merely touching her shoulders and arms was having this affect on him excited Lesly even more. She knew immediately that the first thing she would do when she got home was get herself off. She needed to cum and she wanted it to be as soon as possible.

Dave finished with her arm began working from her shoulder blades to her lower back. His strong hands were digging into her back, walking a fine line between pain and pleasure. With every press of his fingers, Lesly fought back the urge to moan. He worked lower and lower, now focusing totally on her lower back. With each series of rubs, he got closer to the towel that was covering her ass. She felt him getting closer and was dying for him to rip the towel off and continue. As she felt his fingers rub underneath the edge of the towel, she let a moan of anticipation slip. Then she felt his hands stop and heard footsteps moving towards the foot of her table.

Lesly was soaking wet at this point. She needed to be touched. Her crotch was on fire with desire and there was nothing she could do about it at this point. She tried to grind her hips on the table, to give herself a little release but it only increased her urge. 

Dave arrived at the foot of the table and picked up one of her legs. He began rubbing the balls of her foot, then down into her arch. Lesly tried to focus on her feet to alleviate some of the fire she felt in her loins, but it didn't help. Even the seemingly non sexual sensation of a foot rub was driving her crazy. Dave had now moved on to her calves, firmly kneading the muscle like a baker to a batch of dough. With each move, she felt him spread her legs slightly farther apart. She felt that she was on display for him to see, and the thought of him seeing her most private area aroused her even more. Dave's hands once again reached the edge of the designated massage area as she felt his fingers brush against the towel. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Lesly asked as she felt Dave removing the towel, leaving her completely exposed.

"Don't worry, it's just part of the massage," he said with a sense of urgency in his voice as he began rubbing Lesly's bare ass.

The thought of protesting seemed ridiculous once she felt his strong hands on her ass. The feeling was incredible. Lesly bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud as he roughly grabbed her cheeks. It certainly felt like more than a standard massage. She wasn't even sure she could call it a massage at this point. She felt his hands leave her ass and move to her thigh. She was half relieved and half disappointed with the change of location. He worked higher and higher up her leg until his hand brushed up against her soaking pussy.

"I think this has gone far enough," Lesly said as she clamped her legs together.

"I don't think that's the case at all," Dave said as he pulled her roughly towards him. 

Dave leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Lesly's. At first she tried to fight off the kiss, but she found her body unwilling to cooperate. She found herself passionately kissing back. Dave broke off the kiss and started kissing down her neck down to her naked tits. He sucked on her nipple, biting gently and swirling his tongue around it as he pinched her other nipple. Lesly moaned loudly, his actions sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her entire body. He slid down, kissing her stomach as he went, until Lesly felt his hot breath between her legs.

"Seriously, we are done here," Lesly said as she put both her hands on his head and tried to push him away."

"What makes you think you have a say in what goes on?" Dave said as he roughly pushed her arms onto the table. "You are mine to do what I want with, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

Dave grabbed Lesly by the legs and slid her down the table until her ass was almost hanging off the end. He kneeled in front of her and leaned in, kissing her on the inner thigh. She squirmed in confusion, not knowing whether scream out or enjoy what was happening. Dave put his mouth over Lesly's pussy and she could feel his tongue so close to her clit. She instinctively squirmed trying to force him to touch her.

"You need this don't you?" Dave said as he exhaled on her exposed pussy.

The air from his breath on her wet pussy sent chills through her whole body. He leaned back in and teased her once again.

"Please," Lesly begged.

Dave leaned in and shoved his tongue into Lesly's wet cunt and fucked her with it. Lesly moaned loudly into the empty room, finally getting what she had been longing for since the massage began. As Dave pumped his tongue into her she writhed on the table in pleasure. He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his finger as he turned his attention to her clit. He licked it once and Lesly moaned in response.

"You like that?" he asked as he buried his face between her legs.

He began furiously licking her clit, getting into a rhythm then changing it so the sensation kept changing. He swirled his tongue around her clit and Lesly felt an orgasm building inside her. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it as he vigorously fucked her cunt with his finger. As she was about to cum, he stopped.

Dave stood up and roughly pulled Lesly off the table onto her knees. He stood up in front of her and dropped his pants, his cock staring her in the face.

"Don't stare at it like you don't know what to do with one, suck it bitch," he snarled at her as he grabbed her by the hair. Lesly obediently opened her mouth and licked the head of Dave's cock. As she opened her mouth, he thrust his cock inside and began fucking her face like it was a pussy.

"You like it when I use you?" Dave asked her.

Lesly just moaned around his cock, unable to speak. Dave pulled his cock out of her mouth and dangled his balls in front of her. She obediently began licking and sucking on them. He pushed Lesly onto her back, put her legs over his shoulders and positioned his cock in front of her dripping pussy.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

She just nodded in reply. Dave stuck the head of his cock in and Lesly moaned. She looked at him quizzically as he didn't push in any farther.

"I want you to beg for it," he said to her.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please fuck me now! I need you inside me." She said.

Dave didn't keep her waiting anymore. He thrust the entire length of his cock inside her and started pounding her with it. With every thrust a loud slap filled the room from his pelvis smacking into her ass. He was rubbing small circles on her clit with his thumb as he ravaged her pussy, and she already felt her orgasm building again. He reached up and pinched both her nipples sending her right to the brink. As she was about to cum, Dave stopped pumping leaving her on the edge once again. He picked her up and walked her into the hallway.

"What are you doing?" she asked worried that someone might see them.

He set her down on the tile floor of the hallway and pushed her onto her knees. He smacked her ass hard leaving a red handprint on her cheek before shoving his cock back into her and ravaging her pussy. Lesly didn't know how to handle the situation. She could get seen by anyone who walked into the hall and she was incredibly turned on by it. Dave smacked her ass yet again and she went crazy, thrusting back into him with all her might. He pulled her hair yanking her head back to look up at the ceiling. Dave was pounding her hard and as he slapped her ass yet again she felt it building inside her again. She wasn't going to let him tease her again, so she violently pushed back into his every thrust. She screamed into the hallway as she came, and she felt him shooting inside her as he thrusted. Once he was done, Lesly collapsed onto the floor of the hallway. Dave pulled his shorts back on, walked into the room and grabbed a towel for her. He tossed her a towel and walked away without a word.



The Massage



To put you at ease, I hand you a towel first, and tell you to undress while my back is turned, then lay down on the bed, face down, and to cover your backside if you are at all modest.

After all, you don't want to make it too obvious what you really want. I will have a bottle scented body oil ready to apply. I start out by pouring a small amount of warm oil or lotion in one palm, then rubbing my hands slowly together, making sure my fingers and hands are amply coated. At first I rub the wide part of your shoulder blades, then work my fingers up to the top of your shoulders, from one side to the other, then up the back and sides of your neck to the base of your skull. This seems to help relax you...you just lay there with your face on the pillow, enjoying those sensations you've missed for so long, or maybe you've never felt before.

Using my fingers and thumbs, I work out all the tension in your neck and shoulders. My hands move outward to the edge of your shoulders and upper arms. That's when I hear your first soft moan, when my hands wrap around your upper arms and work slowly down towards your elbows. Taking your right arm in both hands, I hold it tight as my hands move down to your wrist, then pressing into your palm, and lastly, to each of your fingers, one at a time. After that, I move over to your left shoulder, and do the same, down to your fingertips. You whisper aloud, you had no idea how good that could feel, all the way to your fingertips. Back up your upper arms, over the corners of your shoulders, and back up to your neck. Pushing out whatever tension may remain.

Next, I drizzle warm oil between your shoulder blades. My fingers begin to rub it in with a little more pressure. First the wide part of your shoulder blades again, and down your ribs. With just the right amount of pressure, using the heels of my palms, I can usually push out a soft whimper or moan. Hearing that, I continue working the same areas. Down your spine, pressing one hand on top of the other and working down to the small of your back, then slowly back up your ribs, and even the sides of your rib cage. Down your spine again, and up your sides a few times, I touch the sides of your breasts, but just once. You now have to ask yourself, "was that an accident?" You don't know for sure, but your mind is now thinking in other terms....not just about a relaxing massage. As I walk around the bed, you turn your face and can't help notice the bulge in the front of my shorts. Hardly able to speak, you answer softly when I say, "it's so warm in here do you mind if I take off my t-shirt?"

Standing by your left side now, you feel more of the warm oil drizzling into the tiny gully at the small of your back, just above the top edge of the towel, covering your bottom. With one hand on the towel, barely pressing against you, my other hand massages the small of your back, my fingers slowly slipping under the top edge of the towel. Without realizing it, your hips begin the slow up and down motions, hardly noticeable, pressing your mound against the mattress. Your eyes closed, thoughts of sex on your mind, you don't want it to ever stop.

After pouring more oil in my hands, they now make their downward journey, starting on the back of your thighs, just below the bottom edge of the towel. My hands knead your flesh as they move down to the back of your knees. At first it tickles behind your knees, but after a short time, you realize there's a direct connection to the part of your body slowly grinding against the table. You've felt that direct connection before....it comes from deep, passionate kissing, and touching the obvious areas of your body, like your breasts and nipples, and even under your arms, licked gently with a soft tongue. But you never realized how good it would feel when attention is given to the back of your knees. Continuing down your calves, hands rubbing and squeezing the tension down to your feet. Standing at your left side, near the foot of the table, I lift your left leg with both hands, bending it back, then resting your foot on my chest. Both hands start at your heel, my fingers on the top of your foot, my thumbs pressing hard along your arch, then moving up to your toes. Both thumbs squeezing the smallest toe, from bottom to top. Over to the next toe, and the next, and the toe next to the biggest. My fingers even exciting the spaces between your toes. Both thumbs squeeze the underside of your big toe, pushing up from the bottom to the top. Something feels different....surrounding your toe...not like fingers at all. It feels so good, but what is it, you ask yourself. Could this magician...this master of massage...be sucking your toe? Is that his tongue licking like it's the head of a cock?

I return your foot to the bed, walk around the head of the bed, to the other side. Your head lifts from the pillow, eyes following the bulge in my shorts. You lick your lips at the sight of the head of my cock peeking from the bottom of the left leg opening, and then I'm out of eyesight once again. My left hand slides down the back of your right thigh, past the back of your knee, over your calf to your heel. Again I lift your leg, bending it, and placing the top of your foot against my chest. Once again, both thumbs press along your arch, on the way to your toes. Each toe receives special attention from my fingers, and again the same sucking and licking sensation of your big toe. As my hands move back down your foot, and begin rubbing and squeezing your calf, you have no doubt that I'm rubbing the tops of your toes over my left nipple. You can even feel it stiffen as it passes from big toe to pinky toe.

I return your right leg to the bed, and you feel my hands moving slowly up your calf, past the back of your knee, then thumbs pressing against the back of your thigh. Both hands trying to encircle your thigh now, thumbs still rubbing and squeezing. Back down to the bottom of your thigh, and slowly back up, all the way to the bottom of the towel. You're unaware that the towel has slipped off, and fallen to the floor. Hands massaging back down to your knee again. You feel my fingers running up the inside of your thigh...higher, and higher and higher...."how high is he going?", you ask yourself.

Fingers exploring now, touching and probing. Just as you want to raise your ass high in the air, to consent and submit everything you have to me, my hands coax you to turn over onto your back. Not wanting to seem hasty, you slowly turn over, your eyes locking onto mine. "Shhhh," I whisper, with one finger touching my lips, "I know just what you want." My eyes never leave yours as I lean over to kiss you. It's a nice, slow, passionate kiss..... warm, and wet, and deep....the kind of kiss that can go on and on, for hours and hours. You feel that direct connection again, and as if I could read your mind, my left hand touches your wet pussy. As we continue kissing, my fingers touch and begin to explore. When you feel one finger slip into you, your body starts to quiver, and I know you've just had your first mini orgasm.

"You're so wet, and so fucking tight, I whisper. I look down and notice your clean-shaven pussy. There's something about a smooth, hairless pussy that I can't resist. As I stare at what's before me, your hands move down the front of your body, past your navel, and just as I think you've become a little modest, and are about to cover up, your fingers spread your lips apart. Now who's the mind reader, I ask myself? My hands slide slowly up the inside of your thighs and I lean in to lick your inner lips, all pink and glistening with your juices. I can smell your sex as my tongue licks one side, and then the other side. Your hips lift up to meet my tongue as it pushes inside. Probing with my tongue, I lick your inner walls, and places you've forgotten. No one has ever touched you with a tongue the way I do. As I drag my wet tongue over your clit, I feel your body tremble once more, and know you've just had another mini orgasm. My tongue licks all around your clit, but not touching it directly. I look up at you and push one finger back inside. Your fingers run over my scalp and through my hair. You feel a second finger pushing inside and I feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. My cock throbs when I feel how tight your are. I curl my fingers behind your clit, searching for that very special spot. The moment the tips of my fingers feel the small mass of nerve tissue, you let out a moan and your body rocks once more, even harder than the first few times. You feel my fingers inside you, moving side to side, up and down, and all around till you moan and tremble again, and I know I've found your g-spot. No one has ever touched you the way I do. You've read all about it, and have even tried to find it yourself, but always curse the awkward way you have to bend your wrist, never quite finding the elusive little button that's supposed to take you to a higher level. And now, a total stranger has touched you in a way you've never been touched before.

As my fingers continue their massage inside, my tongue finally touches your clit directly. I feel another of your mini orgasms shake your body as my lips circle your clit and the tip of my tongue flicks at it. I watch your face and listen to the way you respond to my every touch. I hear the way your breathing has changed, and the way your tummy starts to rise and fall. All signs of an orgasm building deep inside you. Suddenly, your thighs slam around my face and I hear your muffled screams. I feel the palm of your hand pressing flat against my forehead, trying to push me away. This is the "Big O", but I keep on licking your sensitive clit, my fingers still rubbing your special spot right behind my tongue. My pinky finger touches your little puckered hole for the first time, taking you even higher. Even in your wildest masturbation sessions, with your favorite toy, you've never cum so hard. Why didn't you know to keep the pressure on your clit once you start to cum, you ask yourself.

Suddenly everything stops, and you realize I'm standing at the foot of the bed. You watch as I unzip my shorts with my free hand and allow them to drop to the floor. Your eyes are on my hard cock now. The anticipation keeps your orgasm going. I pull my wet fingers from your pussy, and use your juices to coat the head of my cock. With one hand wrapped around my cock, I start rubbing the head on your clit. You shudder once again. The spongy head of my cock moves down and finds your opening. Your knees, that up until now had been pulled back to your chest fall open. I start the slow, steady push inside, till my cock is buried to the hilt. Your eyes widen at the feeling. It's been so long since you've been penetrated like this. With the back of one of your hands pressed against your forehead, you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of my cock as it starts to move slowly in and out of your still quivering pussy. Slowly, I pull almost all the way out, then push quickly back inside all the way. In and out, in and out, again, and again, and again. Very slow at first, allowing you to feel the full length of my cock deep inside you. My hips start to move in a circular motion, stirring your insides. I pick up the pace, and you can hear the faint grunts and groans from deep in my throat starting, in perfect rhythm with each thrust. I pull your legs up and over my shoulders, my hands pressing against the top of your thighs, thrusting deeper than you could ever imagine.

Your hands move down the top of your chest and over your breasts. I watch as your fingers pull and pinch... even twist your nipples. My cock is slamming in and out of you now. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh is too much for both of us. Sweat pours from my face and chest as your moans become louder, in the same perfect rhythm with each of my hard thrusts. I watch as your eyes squeeze closed. I feel it starting in my balls. There's no way I can stop now, even if someone burst into the room. You scream again and every muscle in my body tenses up. At the same time your 2nd big orgasm hits, I explode deep inside you. Streams of warm cum fill you. I grab your wrists, pulling your hands from your breasts, pulling your arms over your head, stretching them almost out of their sockets. My body collapses over yours. Your knees clamp tight around my hips, keeping my cock deep inside you as the last of my spasms subside. We lay motionless for what seems like hours....our bodies coming down from a sexual high no two people have ever experienced. Our heartbeats slow, and our breathing returns to normal. I kiss your eyelids, your forehead, your cheeks, your chin and your nose.....and finally your mouth again. Laying close to each other, I wrap my arms around you...and hold you close.



The Massage



I had just come from the doctor's office. My shoulder was sore and it was hard to move. The therapy was slow and he suggested a massage. He recommended a place a short distance from his office. He jokingly remarked that I could probably get a happy ending there. I laughed at that not thinking it might be true. I went there and was greeted by an oriental woman of about 40 years old. I explained what I wanted and what the doctor recommended. She smiled and told me to undress and lie on my stomach, then cover myself with a towel. The room was small and lit with very soft lighting, almost romantic. The massage table had plenty of room to move around it. There was a chair and a rack to hang my clothes. I undressed and covered myself with the towel.

The door opened and a woman came in she was about thirty and introduced herself as Kim. Kim was younger then the woman who had greeted me. I didn't notice how attractive she was since all I really wanted was relief from the pain in my shoulder. The massage began at my neck covered my whole back and then she worked on my shoulder for about 10 minutes. At first it hurt but then the pain got better to the point that I thought it was healed. She uncovered me and did my buttocks and legs. Kim then asked me to turn over. She massaged my cheeks, my scalp, my neck, my chest, and then reached for my penis. 

"Do you want me to?" She asked as she moved her hand in an up and down motion, leaving no doubt about what she was offering.

"No thank you." As I handed her a $ 40.00 tip and started to get dressed. 

The next week I returned after the doctor's appointment for another massage. This time the older woman took me into the room and came back after I undressed to massage me. Her name was Sue and the massage was even better if that was possible and my shoulder felt great afterwards. This time as I turned on my back Sue massaged me and then without asking began to jerk me off. I told her it want necessary. I told her I found her attractive but did not want her to feel that I came there for that. I told her that had we been on a date or together somewhere other than here. A place where she would be doing it as something she wanted to do, not as part of her job I would not stop her. I tipped her $40.00 and left as I had the week before.

The following week Mei was there and Sue greeted me and sent me into the room to undress. The massage was so good that I was beginning to doze off when suddenly I realized that there were 4 hands massaging me. I felt a soft kiss on the neck as 2 hands began to caress my scrotal sack.

"This we are not obligated to do"

Then from the other side.

"This we want to do."

Two sets of lips kissed my shoulders then one was gone. The other left as the first one returned only this time bare stiff-nippled breasts were pressed into my back as she kissed my neck. Then the other was back and her bare breasts pressed into the other side.

A giggle and a whisper.

"Turn over please."

I turned over just as Mei pressed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt Sue's tongue begin to lick my cock as it hardened. Then a bare wet pussy settled over my face. I began to lick the offered peach as Mei settled onto my face for a tongue ride. My cock was now hard as a rock as Sue climbed up onto the table and settled down sheathing my hard cock in her very wet pussy. She slowly began to massage with her internal muscles as she rubbed her clit against the base of my cock. Mei's pussy was soaking my face and I heard her moan as she orgasmed, and climbed off my face. She bent down and began kissing me, licking my face clean as Sue began her orgasm. The contractions that signaled Sue's orgasm were powerful enough to bring me along with her to a powerful orgasm. As sue climbed off Mei began to clean me with her mouth. As I left that evening Mei told me that next week I was obligated to stuff her pussy and eat Sue to orgasm.



The Massage



We're away on a spa weekend and I've gone off for a run whilst you have a massage booked at the spa. You arrive in your robe and the lady at reception apologises, your female masseur has phoned in sick and they only have a male one available. You say that fine and the lady takes you through to your room.

He walks in a couple of minutes later. He's tall dark and handsome. Athletic looking. It's warm so he's wearing a polo shirt and shorts. You look at his toned legs and your mind starts to wander. He asks you what sort of massage you would like and you explain that you've been running a lot recently and your back and legs have felt sore. He tells you that he's going to step out of the room whilst you undress and lie on the bed covering yourself in a towel.

You lie on your front and cover your bottom with the towel. He asks if you're comfortable and you say yes and he comes back in. He begins to work on your back and shoulders. He hands a magical and his long smooth strokes are easing the sore muscles. He chats to you about your running and he tells you that he's a runner as well. The image of his legs and bottom in his shorts keeps you pre-occupied. He's working on the base of your back rubbing in little circles and as he moves onto longer strokes you notice him brushing the sides of your breasts. It feels quite nice and he repeats the stroke a few times. He starts working at the top of your buttocks before moving down to your feet. He moves up to your calves and then hamstrings. He notices that your hamstrings are a bit tight and he pays them some close attention. As he works up to the top of your hamstrings you notice the towel is in the way. You're feeling a little turned on by now and offer to remove the towel if it would help him. He appears a little flustered as he removes the towel revealing your amazing arse. He finishes that the top of your hamstrings and you explain that your bottom muscles have been a little sore. He marvels at your figure, he's not had anyone as attractive as you to massage in a long time.

He stands toward the foot end of the bed and you know that he's checking you out. He applies some more oil to his hands and begins to work on your bottom. You notice him making circles on your bottom, kneading them. You know this is deliberate. You notice as he cups your bottom that his finger tips are point inwards, gently brushing your most sensitive parts. At first you wonder whether or not it's accidental but it happens with each stroke and it feels as though it's becoming more purposeful. You're getting more and more turned on a feeling of electricity running through you. An involuntary moan of pleasure escapes your lips before you can stop it. Just as you mind begins to wander thinking what this athletic man must be like in bed he asks you to turn over. He offers you the towel and you wonder how far you can push it, you say that as long as he's fine your fine.

You roll over onto your back and as you roll you see a sizeable bulge in his shorts. Professionally he starts at your feet; you close your eyes but know that his eyes keep wandering upwards. You're glad you shaved yourself into a neat little triangle before you came. He moves up your thighs and turns your leg out a little, he works on your inner thigh and you can feel a heat radiating from you. In your head you're begging him to touch you. He brushes you lips and another moan escapes your mouth. He tells you that he's going to move onto your chest and stomach and you're a little disappointed as he moves up you think that you're going to have to press the issue yourself. He has a huge bulge now and as he makes circles around your breasts you slowly reach up and stroke his bulge. You're not met with any resistance; you can just see him staring at your body. His cock feels massive and you just want to see it. You tug at his shorts and they fall to the ground. You're delighted to see that he's circumcised and he is huge. You turn your head to the side and lick the tip of his cock before opening you mouth letting his cock slide past your lips. You cup his balls in one hand and tickle his perineum. Your head performing long drawn out strokes. He signs in pleasure as he begins to stroke your lower stomach. Your giving him your best work and he tells you what an amazing job your doing.

Finally he touches you and it's incredible, each gentle stroke of your lips feels amazing. He draws away from you and pulls you down the bed so your arse is barely on the couch. He lowers his head and goes down on you. You can tell he's an expert, he knows exactly what to do. Your breathing becomes shallower and after a couple of minutes you feel close to the edge. He lifts his head, removes his shirt and you look at his athletic body. He places the tip of his cock at your entrance and pushes gently. You push back against him marveling at his size. You're already teetering on the edge and as he grabs your hips and rides you hard you cum like never before. This pushes him over the edge and he comes deep inside you. You feel that amazing sense of post-orgasmic glow as you wander back up to your room flushed from one of your best experiences. 

As you enter the room I've got back from my run and am in the shower. I ask you how your massage was and you tell me all about it. I step out of the shower and you can see how turned on I am. You lie me down onto the bed and sit on my cock. You ride me to heaven as you give me the last few details, both of us coming together.



The Massage



"Thanks for agreeing to see me on such short notice," Eron said as she walked through the door and placed her purse on the chair by the desk.

"Sure," Marissa said. "I was wondering when you'd call again."

"I know. It's been way too long. But my hamstrings are really sore after that run a couple days ago. I think I overdid it. It's not feeling much better, even after some rest, and I have to be ready for the race on Saturday morning." Eron rubbed the back of her right leg as she said this.

Marissa threw a sheet over the massage table in the center of her living room. "I'll be back in a few minutes. You can undress and put this sheet over you."

"Okay, thanks." Eron watched as Marissa walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She quickly removed her clothes, folded them, placed them on the sofa, and hid her bra under her shirt. She climbed onto the table and laid on her belly while drawing the second sheet over her body. Eron glanced at her nude-colored lace panties to make sure that her ass looked good. The bottoms of her ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the see-through fabric.

Marissa walked back down the hall. "All ready?" 

Eron replied, "Mmmhmm" through the hole in the head of the table.

"Good. I'll put on some music, and we can get started." She clicked a button on her laptop and turned up the speakers a tad once the gentle music began. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yep." After a pause, "You're going to work on my whole body, aren't you?"

"Of course. I'll give your hamstrings special attention, but I'll do my best to make you feel relaxed all over."

"Good. Thank you."

Marissa rubbed the sandalwood-scented massage oil between her palms to warm it up. She put her hands on either side of Eron's neck and rubbed her shoulders. "Relax, Eron," she said in a calm voice. "Let me do all of the work. Just relax and enjoy it."

Eron took a deep breath in and let it all out. She felt Marissa's hands massage deeper into her shoulder muscles. "Good..." Marissa's hands moved to Eron's arms, hands, and back. She lifted the sheet and placed her hands on Eron's smooth calves. She worked the muscles and kneaded harder once she reached the hamstrings. "Does that hurt?"

"No, it feels good." Eron felt increasingly relaxed. She noticed herself tensing up as Marissa's fingers traveled up the back of her thigh. The side of Marissa's hand brushed against her vulva through her panties. "Was that an accident?" she thought. When she had decided it was, in fact, an accident, she felt the masseuse's fingers brush against her lips again, but more slowly this time. No, that was not an accident. Marissa continued kneading the woman's flesh without saying a word. Eron sensed her wetness and hoped that she wouldn't be found out. Marissa moved her hands up and down Eron's hamstrings and came close to or grazed Eron's crotch every time.

"Is that good? Do you want me to continue, or do you want to roll over?"

"That's good, I think." Eron held the sheet over her breasts as she turned over onto her back.

Marissa moved to Eron's head and massaged her scalp with the pads of her fingers. "Close your eyes. Relax." Eron did as she was told. "Let go of all of the stresses you're keeping in your head."

She bent over Eron's face as both of her hands rubbed the insides of her arms, from her shoulders to her fingers. Eron opened her eyes and found Marissa's C-cup breasts in her face. She spied the exquisite cleavage peeking out of the black v-neck t-shirt. The wetness dripped out of her. "Great," she thought. "I'm going to leave a wet spot." Marissa deliberately ran her hands back to Eron's shoulders. Eron lifted her chin as Marissa's hands again unhurriedly slid down Eron's arms. As she migrated towards her elbows, Eron's lips brushed against Marissa's shirt. Marissa continued to massage and leaned further over Eron's face, pushing her breasts into the woman's lips. Eron could not believe what was happening. Her lips were on a woman's breasts — through her t-shirt and bra, but still. Marissa pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary.

"I'm going to massage your breasts, if that's okay. We're trained to do it, so don't worry. It'll help move things around in your lymph nodes and get the toxins out." So professional, Eron thought. I must be imagining things.

Marissa's hands held two small handfuls of Eron's breasts, and she kneaded in a circular motion. Eron's nipples hardened against Marissa's palms. She heard a small moan release from her mouth. Marissa leaned forward and pushed her breasts against Eron's face as she massaged her client's chest. Eron suddenly became brave and arched her back a bit to let her lips touch the masseuse's breasts held over her face. Marissa continued the kneading of Eron's breasts but Eron noticed that she leaned further so that it was easier for Eron's lips to touch her. Eron let out a small gasp and ached to have her tongue touch the masseuse's skin.

"I'm sorry. Some of my makeup came off onto your shirt," Eron said.

Marissa stood straight up and looked down at her shirt. "Oh, you're right. Maybe I should take it off so that no more gets on it." She stared into Eron's eyes as she spoke. Her tone was still professional, but her words were crossing the line, weren't they? Eron gulped as she heard the t-shirt fall to the floor. Marissa bent over her client again as her hands moved down her belly. Her hands ran back up Eron's torso and stopped at Eron's large nipples, which were completely hard now. Marissa touched Eron's nipples in a circular motion, and another moan came from Eron's lips. Now Eron knew for sure that this wasn't a normal massage.

She wanted more, but she didn't know how to start. She'd never been with a woman before, but she'd often fantasized about it while masturbating. Now a woman was finally touching her, and she froze. Marissa bent over her again and ran her hands down Eron's arms as she leaned her breasts into her face.

Eron finally reached up with both hands and held the large, perky breasts hanging over her face. She rubbed the nipples with her thumbs through the sheer black fabric of the massage therapist's bra. She saw Marissa's nipples harden under her touch. The masseuse unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Marissa lowered her right breast over Eron's mouth. Eron hungrily slathered Marissa's tits in saliva, and Marissa returned the favor by nursing on Eron's tits. Eron had never 69'd like this, but her warm juices proved that her body loved the sensations. Both of the women moaned with pleasure. Eron's hands searched behind her for her masseuse's body, grabbing a handful of the woman's thigh and pulling her closer so that she could hold her firm ass in the slim-fitted black yoga pants.

Marissa moved to the side of the massage table. She pulled out her hair tie and let her long, brunette hair fall over her shoulders. She smiled at her client and bent over to kiss her, letting her hair fall over her face. As their tongues intertwined slowly and lightly, Marissa ran her fingertips down Eron's body from her cheek to her neck, to her breast, to her belly and down to her mound. She let her fingers linger momentarily on Eron's shortly-trimmed hair before putting her middle finger to Eron's clit. She barely touched it while moving her finger in a circular motion.

Eron stopped kissing the woman and looked into her eyes. "More," she pleaded. Marissa used more pressure on the clit and put her mouth over Eron's left breast. Her tongue flicked at her nipple as she sucked. Eron moaned, and Marissa moved down to the end of the table, kissing Eron's body lightly as she traveled. She tugged on Eron's ankles, and Eron scooted down and put her feet flat on the end of the massage table. Marissa bent down to flick Eron's clit with her tongue as she sucked on it, just as she had done to her nipple. Eron moaned even more now. She grabbed Marissa's hair and pushed her face into her vagina. Marissa licked more furiously and dove two fingers inside Eron's dripping cunt. She hooked her fingers to rub Eron's G-spot, and Eron quickly exploded as she felt her orgasm shock her whole body. Marissa felt Eron's thighs tighten around her head. She continued licking her client. Eron grabbed her own breasts and pinched her nipples. She felt another orgasm building as she looked down and watched the hot brunette pleasuring her. A woman was sucking her clit. She still couldn't believe it and was so turned on that she thought she would never stop cumming. Her second orgasm was even harder than the first, and she cussed. "Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Shit, don't stop!" 

When the waves finally stopped, she pulled the masseuse's hand out of her sopping cunt and brought it to her mouth. She licked her juices off of it and ran her tongue around the woman's finger. Marissa walked back to the side of the massage table and slid her yoga pants and black boy shorts off. Eron reached out and touched the masseuse's wetness. Marissa licked Eron's tits all over as Eron rubbed her clit. She loved licking Eron's large, hard nipples while having her clit rubbed. She couldn't get enough of her client's tits. She moaned and sucked and licked and pinched Eron's nipples. She wanted to devour her tits as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She squeezed Eron's tits with both hands as the orgasm ran through her body. She'd been bent over and fucked before, but never like this.

Eron used the wetness dripping from Marissa's cunt to rub the outside of her asshole. Marissa used her own finger to rub her clit as she enjoyed what her client was doing. She continued to lick Eron's tits as both women moaned. Eron pushed her finger into the masseuse's anus, and Marissa came again.

Eron smiled. "I love your technique. The tension in my body is completely gone."

"I'm glad," the masseuse said. "Now, let's get to the shower."



The Massage



I love to give and receive massages, so I wanted to try to make an audio, that would have that relaxing feel to it, but at the same time be erotic, naughty & sexy ; )

I hope you will enjoy it.

And thank you to the listeners that take time to email or post really nice comments & feedback.

Hugs from the Mermaid 

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The Massage



I am a punctual person, as a matter of fact, I am more than punctual. On the norm, I would say I am at least 15 to 20 minutes early for every appointment I have. Unless, of course, I am distracted in some way, then I am only 5 to 10 minutes early.

Such was the case this afternoon, as I arrived 15 minutes early for my 4pm appointment. I wasn't entirely certain what to expect as I pulled into the long driveway. The only thought that crossed my mind, was that I was happy the neighborhood was at least decent.

I had found out about this place from a friend of mine, who told me that if I wanted the best massage to go here. Normally, I am pretty wary of places like that, but it seemed legit when I looked it up, so I made my appointment.

I slid out of my truck and made my way to the front door. Neighbors were outside working on the lawn, cars driving by, just a normal Monday afternoon. Definitely, not a house of ill repute, so I shouldn't have to worry about cops busting down the door!

I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a young lady wearing sweats. She looked to be a mix of oriental and white, her long black hair hanging down to her mid-section. Her small face lit up with a smile as she ushered me into the house and directed me to her studio.

"You can get undressed in the changing room," she said, "there is a place for you to place your belongings and a robe for you to wear. Please remove all clothing."

I slipped behind the changing room door and shed my clothes. Donning the robe, I exited and made my way to the massage table. "Ok, so you want a full body massage, yes? Where are you the sorest?"

"Yes, I wanted a full body massage. I am actually the most sore on my back and hamstrings, from push mowing the yard all weekend."

She motioned towards the table and asked me to disrobe and lay down on my stomach. Following her direction, I slipped off the robe. Suddenly aware that I was now naked before this nubile young woman, I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like underneath her sweats. That was the only thought I needed, as I felt the familiar stirring in my groin area signaling arousal.

Taking her cue, I lay down on my stomach, adjusting myself for comfort. I felt a towel slide over my bare ass, and I knew she was all business. Keeping my face down, I lay there anxiously awaiting her fingertips.

I heard some rustling off to the side, followed by the sound of a mobile cart rolling up next to me. I flinched slightly as her hands touched the back of my calves. I felt some oil being dropped on my legs, followed by her expert fingers beginning to kneed my sore muscles.

Her touch was heavenly, as she worked her way up my legs. All soreness was dissipating rapidly as she worked the massage in and around my sore legs and muscles. Up my calves, she worked, massaging them, sliding her hands up my inner thighs and backsides of my legs.

It was exquisite, only interrupted by her adding more oil to my skin. I felt her hands slide up my inner thighs, pushing the towel up slightly as her fingers brushed against my balls. Electricity shot up and down my spine when she grazed my groin and I am positive I let out a moan.

She worked around my ass, massaging the oil into the backside of my legs and thighs. Her soft, yet firm fingers worked magic on my legs. I felt her hands slide up and cup my balls, gently massaging them and rolling them in her fingers. 

I lifted my hips slightly, and felt her oiled hand run up the length of my hard cock, squeezing me lightly. This time I did moan, and loudly too. I heard her giggle lightly and then she released my cock, sliding her hand back over my balls and between my legs.

I felt some warm oil drop between my legs as she began to rub the area between my asshole and ball sack. Her fingers massaged that area expertly, teasing my poor balls and area around my ass. I don't think my cock has ever been so hard as it was right then, straining against the massage table. It took all amount of will power to keep from flipping her over the table right then and there.

She left that area just as quickly as she got to it, leaving me wanting for her touch as she worked the rest of the way up my back. I have to admit, her hands were wonderful against my sore back as she kneeded all the tenseness out of my system. By the time she was done, the only tense muscle left in my body was the rock hard cock that lay underneath me.

I felt her hands once again slide down my back, massaging their way down to my ass. She slipped up next to me, and I felt the towel slip off my backside. Her hands slid over my asscheeks and cupped my behind. 

I felt more oil dropping onto my cheeks, followed by her soft hands as she massaged my rear end expertly. Then she worked between my cheeks, her fingers working down my asscheeks, grazing my asshole and finishing up at my balls.

As her fingers slipped over my asshole I moaned loudly again and heard her whisper, "Lift your hips a little."

I did as directed, lifting my hips up off the table, pulling myself up slightly by legs. I felt her hand slip around my hard cock once again. The oil slick on her fingers as she gripped my steely pole and began massaging the flesh.

It felt surreal as she began massaging my hard cock with her left hand. I felt something brush against my upper thighs and realized she had moved the towel underneath my waist. Then I felt her right hand back at the area between my asshole and balls.

As she began stroking my hard cock with my left hand, I felt her fingers begin massaging me between my legs once again. I could feel the pressure of her fingers as she alternated between massaging my balls and area in between.

I felt her oil slick fingers slide up my backside, coming to rest against my anus. I almost jumped when I felt the tip of her finger press against my asshole. "Shhh....relax..."

I felt her left hand increase its speed as she steadily jerked off my rock hard cock. Then, unexpectedly, I felt her finger slip into my asshole. My already hard cock strained to grow even hard as she began massaging my prostate in time with her left hand stroking me.

My head began to reel, as she urged me to a kneeling position. My head was hanging and I looked down watching as she simultaneously jerked my hard cock and massaged my asshole. It was intense, and I was ready to explode.

Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of my cock, mixing with her oiled hand, coating my skin and hers. I began to moan uncontrollably, as my cock began to swell ready to explode.

I felt her hand slide down my cock, holding me.  At the same time, I felt her finger slip all the way into my asshole up to the knuckle. It was too much for me and I nearly passed out as her hot mouth clamped over the head of my straining cock.

I came with such force that I felt like I was going to blow the back of her head off with my load. I seemed to cum forever as she continued to stroke my cock and massage my asshole with her finger. 

I watched as she gulped greedily, swallowing every bit of my seed as it gushed into her mouth filling it to overflowing. As my cumming began to subside, my cock was still twitching straining to dump more into her willing mouth.

She dislodged my cock from her mouth and pulled her finger from my ass. She smiled at me sweetly and pushed me back on to the table. I had never felt so relaxed and yet so drained at the same time.

I slipped off the table and thanked her for such a relaxing massage. As I got dressed, I got to know a little more about her. This was her father's house and he was nice enough to set her up with a studio to practice her trade. She had just opened the business a few days before, and hadn't had much business, but was glad she could be of help to me. 

I paid my fee, and with rubbery legs I made my way to the door. 

It was then that I noticed the framed photo on the wall... my coworker, his wife and his young daughter that had just given me the best massage ever...

If he only knew how prophetic his words had turned out...



The Massage



It had already been one hell of a week and it was only Wednesday. I pushed my way out of the door and hurried to the elevator. I stepped inside and held the button for the ground floor, but the doors did not seem to want to cooperate. I was rushing because I wanted to get in a decent gym session before my monthly massage. It is one of the few perks that I afford myself. I got off the elevator and made my way out to the lobby. As I walked out, I quickly checked out my figure in the reflection of the lobby windows, which were dark by now. I was pleased with what I saw, but I had not been to the gym this week due to my schedule. "God, I need this workout", I said out loud. A girl has to stay in shape.

I don't smoke, drink, take drugs and I look after my body. I am a woman who wants to get ahead in life and I realized in college that spending time hanging around in bars or at parties was not conducive to me achieving my goals. Plus, I was always turned off by young, drunken college guys. I prefer my men a little older and wiser in how to treat a lady. I aim to be a millionaire by time I turn thirty-five. I just turned twenty-seven years old and I am well on the way to reaching my goal. I spent two years in college before I admitted to myself that I had no real interest in studying economics. I dropped out of college and started working as an administrative assistant in a real estate office. My father was pissed as expected, but four properties to my name in seven years was all the vindication I needed.

OK, I am still paying down three of my houses, but it is all about equity. The first two years of my degree had given me a solid background in financial management. I just could not stand the thought of being a bean counter for the rest of my life. It all just seemed too safe and sensible. One of the first things you have to learn if you want to make it in investing is that risk equals reward. I find that this applies to just about everything in life.

I know what I want but that does not mean I never look around and see what other girls my age are up to and feel a little bit of envy. Some of them have not even landed a full time job yet and seem quite happy to drink, party and fuck their way through their twenties, like my best friend Angela. I met Angela in college and we still catch up for coffee once or twice a month. Angela and I have quite a bit in common. She is very bright, but not book smart, which is something I like about her. We share the same twisted sense of humour and we are both blonde, but there is little chance of us being mistaken for sisters. Angela is a good three inches shorter than me and has shoulder length, sandy, blonde hair. My mother's side of the family is Norwegian and I inherited her height, fair skin and white-blonde hair, which I like to wear as long as possible. Like me, Angela doesn't smoke or drink. She says it interferes with her dancing. For the last year she has been getting into Latin dancing like salsa and bachata.

Whenever we meet for coffee, Angela begs me to come along and tries to entice me with tales of the various hot European guys she has met while she was out dancing. As much as I like the smooth, tall, dark and handsome clichés she describes, the reality is that dancing all night at salsa bars doesn't mix with ten hour days at the office. I would not classify Angela as overly promiscuous and I swear that she exaggerates most of her stories just so I will come out with her, but she sees far more action than I do, if I choose to believe her stories. I guess every girl has to let her hair down once in a while. I had not been with a man for over four months and, if I was honest, I could do with a reminder that I could still be the object of a man's lust, but not just any man.

I walked out to the parking lot and threw my bag in the car. My gym is only five minutes from the office by car and is run by female management. While there is no official screening process for clients, you do not see the average muscle-bound football and basketball guys that I used to see at the college gym, that would constantly ogle and annoy the girls to the point that it annoying. I guess that is another more thing I do not miss about college. I arrived at the gym and swiped in with my membership card. The girl at the desk beamed at me as I swished past, but she could see I was in a rush and did not want to stop for the obligatory pleasantries. She called out to me and I was forced to stop. Fortunately, she only wanted to confirm that I was still on for my massage. I had less than an hour and promised to be quick. "I wouldn't miss it", I said. She seemed satisfied.

I headed straight for the change rooms and went into auto pilot as I changed into my work out attire. Tonight I was wearing black tights and a snug white singlet. I was ready in three minutes and made straight for the exercise bikes for my normal ten-minute warm up. I prefer free weights over cardio. I have noticed that most of the girls here only use the cardio section, either because they think that free weights will make them bulky or because it is damn hard work, but I am a believer in free weights. Ever since my older brother introduced me to them on his home gym when I was in high school, I appreciated how effective core lifts were. After the first couple of weeks, once I got over the burning and aching in my muscles, the results were right there in the mirror. I am proud of my body. I love the look of my tensed muscles, my gluts and triceps, accentuating my curves in the mirror, but I would never do this when anyone else was looking.

I usually start with my legs and work up my body in order to hit the larger muscles first and get the hardest work out of the way, so I headed for the squat rack. The gym was not very full. There were only a few girls working out in the cardio section which was strange for a Wednesday night. I started with some calf-raises using only the bar before loading on some plates. I had just finished my second set when a man and a woman walked in together into the free weights area. The man was a black personal trainer who was called Shaun if I remember reading his name tag correctly last time I saw him. The woman was a white girl who looked pretty out of shape, probably a new member. Shaun had a cardboard file in his hand and was taking her through a workout and explaining the various exercises. I finished my final set of calf raises and started on lunges. I find lunges require some concentration when dealing with free weights since I do not want to lose my balance so I became absorbed in my exercises. I also like to stretch between every set because stretching increases flexibility as well as aiding muscular recovery. I turned and faced the mirrored wall and I bent down to touch my toes in order to stretch out my hamstrings. As soon as my back was turned I noticed in the mirrored wall that both Shaun and the women looked over. Shaun then quickly looked away.

I finished my lunges and started on squats. I noticed out the corner of my eye that Shaun was taking the white woman through upper body exercises. He was facing away from me and demonstrating to the woman how to execute wide grip pull-up with proper form. He paused at the top of the moment and I could see all of the muscles in his back flexing as they contracted at the top of the movement. He was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt with the gym's logo, which showed off his impressive physique. My eyes travelled down to his ass. His legs were shaved so I guessed that he was either a swimmer or cyclist. His body was muscular and well-defined but not overly so. He did not have the same vascularity as some of the steroid freaks I had seen in here on some days, but his coffee coloured skin seemed to accentuate the curves of his muscles.

I have never been with a black guy and, to be honest, I never really thought about it because most of my friends were white and, even in college, people tended to stick to their own groups. I have read that, genetically speaking, opposites are meant to attract and that explains why it is becoming more common to see blond haired white guys with Asian and South American girls, as well as black guys with blonde girls. However, I suppose that cultural influence and our upbringing still teach us to seek partners with the same race and background and that pressure is still strong today. "Damn he has a nice ass though", I thought to myself.

I decided to play a game. I challenged myself to get Shaun's attention away from his client. I made an effort to slow my sets down so that I was stretching when the woman was lifting and Shaun was checking her form (and hopefully my form too, if my plan succeeded). I waited for the right time and then went into my stretching routine again, making sure to bend over and touch my toes and hold the stretch for a good twenty seconds. I snuck a look in the mirror to gauge Shaun's reaction, but he didn't even glance over. The woman was busy with bench press, trying to balance the bar and keep it horizontal.

I was disappointed but I kept trying to attract Shaun's attention between my sets of squats but to no avail. "Time to up the ante", I said to myself. I finished my leg work out and moved into the rack next to Shaun and the woman to start on my upper body routine. I choose to go for decline bench press, which I do not usually bother with, but this would allow Shaun a perfect view of my cleavage, without the chance of me catching him, if I faced the away from him. I could still check out what was going on using the mirrors on the walls.

I waited for the right time to act and then went ahead trying to make every motion as graceful and sexy as possible, swaying my hips as much as I could without looking ridiculous as I walked over to swap over the plates for heavier ones. I commenced my set and checked my progress in my peripheral vision. Shaun looked over again briefly, but quickly went back to work. Perhaps my plan was starting to work. I usually only do three or four sets of every exercise but I decided to add some extra sets to use my strategically chosen position to my advantages. Between sets, I would pause and arch my back, in a cat-like pose, while I pretended to stretch my triceps out. This seemed to be having the desired affect and Shaun kept stealing glances at me every time I did my little stretching display. I was sweating quite hard from the work out anyway, and my whole body began buzzing with the excitement of my little game.

I was sure I had Shaun's attention now. He kept sneaking looks at my body whenever he could without making it obvious to his client. I then decided to play hard to get and moved over to the other side of the weights area and completed my upper body work with some dips. I did not want to let on just how much I was enjoying the attention and completely avoided any eye contact with Shaun. I usually finish my work out with some abdominal work and some more stretching, so I found an exercise mat and place it near the far wall where Shaun could clearly see what I was doing and I could watch his gaze in the mirror.

I did some crunches to get started, followed by some leg raises which allowed Shaun to get an eyeful of my tight buns every time I lifted each leg. He was looking over every minute or so now and I was having a great time distracting him. I had to finish soon if I was going to be in time for my massage so I decided to finish off with some yoga stretches to give Shaun one least tease before I hit the shower. I spent a lot of extra time in the downward facing dog position and, while I couldn't see his eyes from where I was facing, I'm sure I had his attention while I executed my poses.

I had less than ten minutes to clean up so I finished my stretches and made my way past Shaun and the white woman to the showers. I did not even look up as I went, still being coy. I am positive Shaun's eyes were following me all the way to the change room door as I made my exit. I swayed my hips as I made my exit.

I stripped down as quickly as I could and washed the sweat off with some shower gel. I avoided wetting my hair because I had the massage in a minute, so I just patted my hair and face dry as best as I could and sprayed on some antiperspirant, followed by a hint of perfume. I took extra care to clean my feet since I did not want to be worried about sort of body odors during my massage. I finished up the rest of my ablutions as quickly as I could and made my way back out to the front desk.

My face was still flushed from the work out and the thrill of my little game with Shaun.

"How was your workout?" asked the girl at the desk.

"Great," I replied.

"That's excellent, you're booked into room number two for your massage. You've been with us before?" She confirmed.

"Yes," I said. They had all my details on file.

"Great, then you know where the rooms are. You can let yourself in and one of the masseurs will be in shortly. I'll give you a few minutes to relax. Feel free to pour yourself a drink."

"Thanks," I said and went around the corner to the massage room.

I opened the door to the room and went inside. It was empty except for a padded, wood framed massage table in the middle and a small side table with oils, teas, a teapot and a small candle lit lamp, which I thought was a nice touch. Some soft bamboo music was playing softly from a stereo under the table. I stripped down to my panties and lay down on the massage table face down and placed a towel over my back. I tried to relax by focusing on the music, which allowed me to block out any thoughts of work that threatened to invade my brain.

After a few minutes, I heard the door open and someone stepped inside the room. I couldn't see the masseur because I had my face through the hole in the massage table, but I was greeted with a male voice.

"Hello, how are you this evening?" the voice greeted me. I was surprised, but not by the fact it was a male voice. I had, in fact, stated my preference for a male masseur because, at the end of a hard month of working at my desk, I usually require a vigorous deep tissue massage and male masseurs simply have stronger hands. I was surprised by the deep timbre of the voice. It was low and throaty and asserted an immediate presence of authority.

"I'll just get some oil and we'll get started. My name is Shaun. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes fine," I replied quickly, almost stammering. I felt my heart quicken immediately and my chest tighten. "It could be the personal trainer from the gym. He might do massage work here too," I thought to myself. It was possible there were two different men called Shaun working the same building but not likely. I was embarrassed so I did not dare to raise my torso off the table to look. I made no movement to signal that I had identified him. I heard him approach the side of the table and pick up the oil and start applying it to his hands. The leg of a black man came into view. It has hard to tell because it was dark under the table, but now I was sure that this man was the same Shaun, the personal trainer, who I had just been playing games with in the weights room. It had to be him. My heart quickened again.

He folded the towel down exposing my upper half to the very beginning of the curve of my ass cheeks, but he left my legs covered and started applying oil to my neck, shoulders and back. His hands felt warm and strong. "God I need this," I thought to myself and shifted slightly under his touch to help loosen up my neck and shoulders. Working at a desk means I always get tight in the shoulders, particularly between my spine and shoulder blades and my hamstrings.

He finished applying a liberal coat of oil and started with some slow effleurage strokes all the way from the base of my spine to my shoulders. Normally, at this point I would be trying to let myself go and fall into feeling the tension leave my body, but my mind was preoccupied with confirming the identity of my masseur. There was enough doubt in my mind for me to second guess myself, but I was pretty sure it was him and my mind was starting to anticipate various possibilities. Here I was alone, half naked in darkened room, with a hot, black guy oiling me up and pleasuring my body. I felt blood rush to my head and to my pussy and my lips started to moisten. Shaun continued to work on my upper body with firm, leisurely strokes, paying particular attention to my shoulders, which he could undoubtedly feel, were carrying a lot of my tension. I inhaled and exhaled slowly and deeply.

"Too hard?" he asked, apparently noticing my response.

"No...it's great," I murmured, "you can do it harder it you want."

"Your wish is my command, madam," he said playfully.

"Mmmm," was all I could manage in reply. "Is he flirting with me?" I asked myself.

He was kneading the tension out of me and spending extra effort on the number of knots that had formed around my shoulders. I was really relaxing and enjoying being in the moment with this hot, black man working on me. He used his fingers, thumbs and elbows to iron out the knots wherever they were to be found. I could hear his breathing as he worked slowly and methodically. I wished it would never end.

Shaun finished off my upper body with a hand massage, which is not something I had experienced before. I did not realise how much tension was accumulating in my fingers and hands from typing at my computer, but it was a welcome surprise. He folded the towel back over onto my back and patted me down to get some of the oil to sink into the towel. He finished off with some soothing strokes up and down my back. He moved down to the other end of the table and folded the bottom half of towel up, exposing my legs. I swear that I heard him inhale with excitement in seeing my toned ass and thighs. Then he proceeded to apply oil all over the backs of my thighs and calves. He started some more effleurage on my right leg, just as he'd done with my top half to warm me up for what was to come. Little did I know just how hot it would get. He made long, smooth strokes from the top of my thigh to my ankle.

My pussy was getting wetter now and I could feel a single drop of my come leak out of my inner lips and start to lubricate my labia. I shifted my hips slightly, as if to make myself more comfortable, but really I was trying to push my clit against the table so I could make my pussy even hotter. Shaun kept working on my calves making small circles with his thumbs, before working his way up my thigh. The closer his hands got to my pussy, the more my excitement built.

I was getting fucking turned on and I decided to do something about it. Next time he stroked his way up thigh I allowed myself let out a small moan of pleasure. He quickly stopped applying pressure and asked, "Too much?" He sounded concerned.

"No...don't stop," I cooed, trying to sound as sexy as possible.

"OK, I'll keep going," he laughed. He continued to work his magic.

"Mmmm," I groaned. Part of me thought I sounded like a bad porn actress swooning fake arousal, but I did not care. I had to do something. Shaun kept working my thighs and his hands began to move more to the inside of my thigh and closer to my ass as he completed his strokes. He kept stopping frustratingly short of where I really wanted him to caress me. My pussy leaked more come and it was seeping out into the front of my panties now. My whole body was hot now and it felt like the small room was heating up like a sauna.

He finished with my right leg and moved to the other side of the table. If I was going to make something happen, it had to be now. Shaun began the same routine as before on my left leg. I shifted my hips again and breathed loudly, grinding my pussy into the table more and rubbing the fabric of my panties against my clit gently with a little friction. More juices flowed out, causing my panties to stick to my pussy lips.




The Massage



"Mmmm," I groaned again, "that is magic Shaun. I'm so tense." I gushed shamelessly.

Shaun kept slowly working and kneading my thigh. His hands were all over my thigh now, slipping across and caressing the sensitive areas of my inner thigh. I could hear his breathing. It seemed to get quicker and heavier. I was sure my plan was working, but something told me that he would not cross any professional line without some more encouragement from me. Everything that had happened up to now could be explained away as simply part of the massage.

I slowly and deliberately spread my legs wider, as if offering him access to my ass and pussy, willing for him to take me. He kept his circles concentrated where they had been and did not increase his explorations. "OK, I'll just have to be more obvious," I thought. I began moving my hips in tiny circles on the table. This allowed me to work my clit and lips against the table pleasuring myself, but it also had to leave Shaun in no doubt that I was turned on as hell by now.

"Mmmm Shaun," I moaned again. I titled my hips back slightly raising my pussy and ass up on the table. I even arched my back a little to make the view more enticing. I felt like a cat playing for attention.

Shaun started the next pass from my thigh to my ass again and this time running his hands all over my thighs. I was aching for him to cross the line and rub his fingers on my sopping wet slit. This time, when he got to the top of my thigh, he allowed his hands to stray into my ass cheek and he slowly caressed my ass. I open my legs further and moaned softly again, begging him in my mind to touch my pussy. He gathered some of the oil from my thighs and slowly slid a hand to my ass. I whimpered my appreciation. That was all the confirmation he needed. He kneaded my ass with one hand then I felt him bend lower and reach down with his other hand and rub my juicing wet pussy flaps.

My back arched and I moaned loudly. He wasted no more time and deftly peeled off my panties and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing them to one side. He took my ass cheeks in each hand and fondled them lewdly before wrapping one hand around my left thigh so he could rub my clit, while using the other hand to probe my hot pussy with his fat finger. My pussy lips were so wet that he slipped inside me in a single, fluid movement and I groaned again with pleasure. My hips were moving by themselves now, trying to get more friction on my clit, but he pinned me easily with his arms and had his way with my swollen pussy, using his fingers to lather my cunt up with my own juices.

He spread my lips more and worked in another of his fat fingers, filling my pussy up and making it stretch to accommodate him. My mind flashed back to something Angela had said about a Columbian black guy she had hooked up with from dancing who had a massive cock and I prayed that Shaun would have a nice thick cock to fill me up with. He was still fully clothed at this point, but he whipped his shirt off over his head. I looked back and could now fully appreciate his upper body. His chest was thick and his pecs tapered down the sweep of his lats with that V-shape I love so much to his tight hips. His six pack was pronounced by the shadows of the dark room. I was losing my mind. I was about to be devoured by a fucking hot, black stud and nothing was going to stop me.

I went to turn over but he stopped me and held me in place. Then he circled his thick, cut arms around my small hips and folded me at the knees so that my ass and ankles were pushed together and he could admire me at his leisure, doubled over with pussy and ass exposed on the table. He dropped his shorts and I could see he was wearing white briefs that contrasted with his black skin. There was a massive bulge threatening to break out of the front of his underwear. From what I could see, it looked like Shaun's cock was going to be every bit as impressive as the rest of his body. He bent to drop his briefs quickly and when he stood up his erect cock sprung into view. It stood up proud and menacing and looked to be nothing short of eight inches, but I was more impressed by his girth. I swear his cock was almost as thick as my forearm. "My pussy is going to be sore tomorrow," I remember thinking to myself.

Shaun rubbed his cock against my pussy lips and slapped it against my ass cheeks as if to force more blood into a cock that I already thought was about to burst, judging by the thick veins popping out of it. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there but to my surprise he kneeled behind me and dove right into my pussy with his tongue. I could feel his thick, warm tongue enter my pussy lips. His flattened tongue was as rough as fine sand paper and he knew how to use it. He alternated between slurping away on my hard little clit and thrusting his tongue as far into my cunt as he could. I could feel his chin, with its onset of evening stubble, prickling on my clit and hood.

Shaun played with me in this position until I had my first orgasm. I swear my pussy was leaking come onto the table. He eased off on my clit after I came, which is a good thing, since I get very sensitive after I have clitoral orgasms, but he kept working on my pussy with two fingers, bumping my G-spot. It was lucky that I was not standing because my legs would have been useless as he diddled my cunt.

He moved to the side of the table and gently twisted my shoulders towards him so that my face was level with his magnificent raging cock. I had no choice but to comply with his wishes and went to work on his cock with my mouth. I do like giving head, if I like the guy, and I would have been happy to suck Shaun's prick til his ears popped, but he was far too thick. His cock only got thicker towards the root and I could not even get one hand to close around the base of his monster prick. I could only fit the tip of his mushroom shaped head into my mouth while I jerked him off, but he did not complain at all. I stuck my tongue out and licked the salty pre-come from his piss hole and fluttered my tongue around the ridge of the underside his cock, which he grunted he approval at.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock babe," he growled.

I sucked and lapped at him at best I could. I slobbered all the way down to his duck egg sized balls and took them in my mouth one ball at a time. His nuts were every bit as impressive as his massive black rod and I hummed and sucked on them happily anticipating the massive load of come he had in store for me. Shaun slapped his cock on my lips and growled at me.

"You like sucking on my big, black cock meat, don't you?"

"Mmmm," was all I could produce. It is quite difficult to form words when you are felating a huge prick. His dirty talk was turning me on even more.

He reached around with his long, thick arms and found my pussy again and started working two thick digits back into my cunt. My hips were grinding against the table able trying to get more pressure on my clit but he saw what I was doing and sought to prolong my ecstasy. His cock was swollen and as hard as ebony now and I was craving his dick up inside me.

He moved back behind me and folded me again into the same position as before as if I was as light as a deck chair. I love having my pussy eaten, but Shaun had other plans. He grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands again and spread my ass out before him. He paused and I was going mad wondering what he was going to do with me, to me. He pointed his thick tongue out and fluttered the tip ever so gently against the pucker of my anus. I had a few guys play with my ass with their fingers but it had never really done much for me. I was not a big fan of anal play, but it did not occur to me to deny this black stud anything he wanted and I was like a bitch in heat, crazy with lust. 

He lightly tongued my hole, moistening my ass with his saliva before pausing. Then he did something wild and unexpected. He French-kissed my asshole. It was like he was actually trying to make out with my anal lips like they were a mouth and the feeling was amazing and totally new to me. All the while, he kept rhythmically stroking his fingers in and out of my pussy, bumping on my g-spot each time. I could feel another orgasm building hard and fast from the double assault on my holes. Then it was upon me. Just as he felt my impending orgasm rise, he pushed his fat thumb into past my anal ring. My asshole clamped down hard and this sent me over the edge. My hips started gyrating as spasm after spasm rolled over my body. I had never had an anal orgasm, but this must have been what they felt like. He sucked up my clit while the throes of orgasm shook my body, pumping his thumb into my asshole, tickling the inside of my anal passage and bringing squeals of delight out of my mouth.

Hardly pausing to allow me to collect myself, he turned me over onto my back and, in one smooth thrust, speared me with his cock. His shaft was so thick and hard and my cunt muscles gripped him like a fist milking a cow. He pushed my legs over his wide shoulders and began stroking his mighty pole into me like a fuck machine. He was breathing hard and grunting as sweat started to form on his forehead. Never did he relent with his brutal pace as he pounded his black cock meat into my white girl pussy. I was still near the top of the wave from my last orgasm and I felt another one building already. I find that I am too sensitive after a clitoral orgasm, but my last anal/g-spot orgasm had left me ready for more and I watched my body respond like I was outside myself. To my surprise I came again within a couple of minutes.

This spurred him on. He was like a rutting beast as he powered on and showed no signs of slowing down. He had found the perfect angle to get at my g-spot and held my hips and legs steady as he increased the speed of his thrusting. I had watched some pornos and he was pounding my pussy every bit as hard as I had seen the guys in those movies. I always thought the porn girls were acting with their moans and groans, but I was surprised at the noises coming out of me. "Ugh, ugh, ugh...mmmm...fuck, fuck, nmh, nmh," I mumbled as this bull of a man had his way with me with his giant cock.

He kept increasing his pace bit by bit and my third orgasm rolled over me every bit as intense as the last two. He must have known I was flexible from my yoga antics in the weights room. So then, without removing his giant black root from my pulsating cunt, he simply picked me up and turned me around like a piece of meat skewered upon his prong. I fell forward with my hands on the massage table.

"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch animal you are," he said.

It was not a question. I loved how he just simply did exactly what he wanted with me and how everything he did felt so right. There was no asking of permission. He just went ahead and fucked me like he knew I needed to be. My body responded in ways I had never experienced. My previous sexual episodes had all been with white guys who used to, to their credit, always seek some sort of reassurance that I was having a good time. Maybe it was my repeated grunts and groans, but Shaun needed no such encouragement. He simply fucked me hard and well and I was loving every minute of it.

Another orgasm was building fast and Shaun pushed me flat against the table so my sweat covered titties were mashed against the material. To take the weight off my knees, I simply spread my legs further apart to allow for his weight pushing down into me and his solid pounding. His cock was filling me up perfectly and in this position my cunt tunnel flattered out and lengthened so he could use the entire length of his fuck muscle to ream me out. My next orgasm was upon me and as he felt my pussy spams grab his dick, he slid his thumb back into my asshole. I could feel every bone in his thumb as my anal sphincters clamped down and released with each wave of orgasm bringing me to further heights of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I went crazy.

Shaun adjusted the angle of his hips so that the ridge of his giant black cock head flicked at my g-spot with each thrust and his finger nails scratched down my back. I felt no pain, only pleasure, as he ploughed on. He grabbed a fistful of my hair forcing me to arch my back but his loins had my hips pinned to the table. He was riding me like I was a farmyard nag and he pulled at the roots of my hair, bringing me more jolts of pleasure. I felt so slutty being used by this stud as his sex toy. He waved his thumb under my nose and I could smell the earthy scent of my ass mixed with massage oil and my own juices. It smelt so visceral and nasty. I never had allowed a man to treat me like this before but my body was singing with pleasure as he played me like his own personal fuck instrument.

"God your white bitch pussy is so hot and tight," he hissed from behind me. His dirty talk was making me so hot.

"Your black cock is so fucking amazing. Fuck me harder." I begged.

Shaun let me have it. He grabbed my hair and pushed my cheek down on the table. Then he started alternating his thrusts, starting with a dozen short, quick nudges against my g-spot, before pushing all the air out of my cunt tunnel and ramming his thick tool in me with a dozen more long and smooth strokes. He slapped my ass with his free hand.

"Who is fucking you?" He barked.

"Shaun! Shaun! Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I replied as he was knocking the wind out of me with his long thrusts.

"Whose pussy is this?" He demanded.

"It's your pussy Shaun. Fuck me. Fuck me. Never stop fucking me." I cried.

My whole body was shaking now uncontrollably and I was losing track of where the peaks of pleasure began and ended. He was fucking me so long and deep and bumping my cervix and it was impossible to tell how many times I came because one orgasm blurred into the next.

"You fucking white slut. You're going to make me come." He announced.

He pushed both his thumbs into my ass and starting pumping my pussy double time.

"Unnnnngggghhhh. Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" I moaned. I could feel my asshole opening wider as he stretched me out sending tingles of pleasure up my spine.

"Fuck I'm coming in your cunt." He blurted.

I could feel his cock swell and he slammed into me with one last thrust and pulled my hips back into him as he squirted his potent, black stud sperm into my pussy. His cock pulsated with arcs of his seed and could feel every stream leave his balls and splash into me. He must have shot a dozen ropes of his come into me. This sent me over the edge one last time and I came the hardest I've ever come before. Even once I felt his balls become empty, he kept thrusting his still hard cock into my cunt, prolonging my pleasure. 

Every muscle from my calves, my thighs, ass, back and arms contracted and I threw my head back as I shook with uncontrollable pleasure. I do not know how long my orgasm lasted because I passed out at some point.

The next thing I remember when I work up was lying flat on my back on the massage table again starring up at the ceiling. I turned my head to look around for Shaun. He was leaning against the wall watching me intently.

"God! You're awake," he said. My movement confirmed this to him. "I was worried I was going to have to call an ambulance or something." He said with a straight face.

I could not reply at that point I just continued trying to regain my senses. He had obviously tried to clean me up a little because there was no sweat on me anywhere. He was fully clothed again and had managed to make himself look somewhat presentable considering, what we had just done.

"I'm OK." I said.

"That's a relief," he said.

"I'm OK," I said again, as if testing my own ability to hear myself.

"Good. Good," he said and looked me over for a few moments. He reached into his back pocket and produced a business card.

"OK, your hour is up, but you seem to be carrying a lot of tension around with you. So here's my card. If you are too busy with work, I should make you aware that I do house calls too."

He winked and left without another word.



The Massage



Melinda walked into the Day Spa in Salem, Massachusetts to see about getting some relief from her arduous 4 hour flight from Texas. She tells the attendant at the front desk that she needs a deep tissue massage and was quickly ushered to her room. The smell of patchouli incense attacked her senses and gave her quick flashbacks of several of her erotic encounters, exciting her body, as it was the same incense she used in her bedroom. Looking around the room, she notices what spears to be a small peep hole in the wall. The shift of light in the hole tells her that she is being watched.

She starts to undress and notices the dark nipples on her 34B tits are erect and sensitive from the voyeur display that she is giving. Her excitement is confirmed as sure removes her panties and sees a wet spot from her already dripping pussy.

She quickly glances at herself in the full length mirror, several tattoos adorn her light Hispanic skin and her silky black hair cascades below her breasts to the bottom of her rib cage.

No sooner than she climbs aboard the table there's a soft knock at the door.

"Come in" she says.

"Melinda? Hi, I'm Jay." Says the cute guy that walks into the room. His light blue eyes smiling at her, causing her pussy to dampen even further. "So what are you looking for today?"

"Your dick inside my pussy." She thinks: "A deep tissue massage, please" She says as she sprawls out, face form into the table.

"Normally I play some light instrumental mood music, but that just doesn't seem like your style." Jay says as he puts a cd into the player.

Melinda's ears are rewarded with the first few chords of Poison's "Every Rose Has It's Thorn". 

Jay is explaining the steps he'll go through during the course of the massage but Melinda is not listening, all she is focused on is Jays hypnotic blue eyes, the tattoos poking out from his short sleeved shirt on his tanned arms and the nice package he seems to have in his pants.

Jay turns away to apply some warmed oil on his hands and Melinda gets a nice view of his shapely ass, exciting her more. Jay turns back around and starts to rub the knots and tension out of her shoulders from the long flight. The towel covering her is lowered to expose more of her back so he can massage her shoulder blades and the relaxation of her muscles is having an exciting feeling in her loins. Jays hands start to work the sides and middle of her back and Melinda is trying to will Jays hands to slip on the oil and fall between her ass and thighs.

The cd switches to KISS' "Forever".

A soft moan escapes her lips and Jay asks "Feels good huh?"

Being lost in the moment, Melinda didn't quite hear and rolled over unthinking "Pardon?"

Jays eyes go wide as he see he pert tits with the eraser hard nipples. Realizing her front is exposed; Melinda quickly covers up and lays back down. When Jay returns to the side table to reapply more oil to his hands, Melinda notices the bulge developing in the front of his shorts.

Jays starts kneading the muscles of her calves and is amazed at himself, he has done easily 100 massages and has never had the least bit of arousal, but this exotic beauty seems to be having quite an effect on him. When he moves higher and starts to rub the muscles of her thighs, a moan and a sigh escapes from her again. From his vantage point, he can see under the towel to her steaming sex and suddenly he can hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears.

Warrants "Heaven" starts to play.

"Can you hear me?" Melinda thinks, "We ARE in Salem, a place of magic. You must hear my thoughts. I want you. I need you. I want you to oil me all over and take me and fuck the shit out of me."

Sliding her towel back up higher on her, Jay stammers "Um... You can uh.... Ya know... Roll over"

Melinda smiles at Jays obvious nervousness, and rolls over.

Jay starts to work the muscles on Melinda's shoulders again from the top. The heat of his hands on her already sexually aroused skin causes her blood pressure to rise and pussy to dampen further, even though she didn't think that that was at all possible.

By the time Motley Crues "Without You" plays, Melinda is so turned on that she can't take anymore. She reaches up, grabs Jay by the back of the neck, pulls him down and plants a deep kiss on Jays lips. Caught off guard, Jay gives a muffled gasp and soon lets his tense initial reaction soften and lets Melinda kiss him.

After a few moments, her grip on the back of his head lessens and Jay is able to stand more upright.

Realizing what she had done, Melinda starts to blush slightly and says, "I'm sorry.  I didn't know what came over me"

"It's fine." He says, trying to hide the bulge in his shirts that has become noticeably bigger.

An awkward silence hangs in the air as they stare into each other's eyes. The heat and passion burning in Melinda's eyes is obvious and just land back in and kisses her, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth. Melinda is now lost in his kiss and starts to suck on his tongue, pulling him back in closer. 

Jays right hand slides down her body and cups her drenched pussy through the towel, causing her to moan into his mouth.

Moving his body around to a better position next to the bed, Jay uses his left hand to grab a handful of Melinda's hair, while leaving farther into their kiss. Breaking their kiss and pulling her hair back, Jay buyouts his face into the nape of her neck and begins to nibble on one of her many erogenous zones.

The cd switches to Cinderella's "Nobodys Fool"

Standing up quickly; he whips the towel off of her to reveal her amazing naked body. Pouncing again onto her, Jay takes her left nipple into his mouth sucking it eagerly, while again cupping her shaved pussy, pressing his palm firmly onto it.

"Unh... Oh yes" she moans, feeling the electricity rocket from her tits to her pussy and back again.

Jay easily slips a finger into her sopping wet hole and feels the heat of her insides. Switching to her other breast, he nibbles on the erect nipple, while inserting a second finger into her. 

Jay curls his fingers and brushes the tips against Melinda's G-spot causing her to arch her back and moans deeply as her first orgasm floods her body. Her juices gush from her pussy soaking his invading fingers and running down her ass, pooling beneath her.

When Great Whites "Save Your Love" begins, Jay slides Melinda farther down the table and props her feet near the edge, bending her knees, opening her up wide. Leaning down into his elbows, he takes a long lick along the entire length of her pussy making her breath in sharply. Using his thumbs, he opens her lips to see the glistening pink inside as he buries his face between her thighs.  Pushing his tongue deep into her hole, he tastes the sweetest nectar he has ever tasted in his entire life. Sucking her clit into his mouth and trapping it between his lips, he starts to flick it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, sending shock waves through Melinda's body again.

"Oh fuck that feels so good. That's it, suck my clit. Harder. Oh god. You're gonna make me cum again. Unh. Unh. Unh. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I'm... I'm... I'm coming."

Melinda grabs Jay by the hair behind his ears and pulls his face in tighter to her pussy as the first wave of her orgasm shoots through her body. Her vision goes dark an instant before fireworks blind her as she experiences thee most mind blowing orgasm she has ever had. 

With her hands grabbing handful of hair behind his ears and her thighs clamping down on the outer side of her hands, Jay has his mouth and face drenched in the geyser of pussy cum that explodes from Melinda's cunt, which he readily drinks down. Not letting up on any of his clitoral simulation, Jay feels her body start to go into orgasmic convulsions.

After a few minutes, she has come down from her euphoria enough to sit slightly up and smile at the gorgeous man that had given her the most wonderful orgasm she ever experienced. Pulling him up towards her, she wraps her arms and legs around him and again kissing him deeply. Grinding her wet pussy against the bulge in his shorts lets him know that she is still ready for more.

They break their kiss long enough for her to pull his shirt up and over his head. She reaches down and pushes his shorts down over his hips, releasing his rock hard member. Not wanting to waste any time, she guides him to the entrance of her steaming pussy, and digging her heels into his ass cheeks, jams his cock into her up to hilt. The two both gasp loudly as their coupling explodes their senses and they just state into each other's eyes. 

Slowly, Jay starts to pull out of her dripping snatch, almost all the way, before slamming back in with a satisfied grunt. Quickening the pace, Jay pounds into Melinda's pussy, his heavy balls bouncing off of her still wet ass.

Wrapping her left arm around Jays neck, Melinda leans back onto her right hand and grinds her pussy up and down while he pistons in and out.

Pushing her farther back onto the bed, Jay mounts her, pulling her legs around his neck to get deeper in.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me" he groaned.

Melinda slides her legs down and wraps them again around Jays waist, fucking her hips upward to meet his thrusts. Starting up at his beautiful face, she ironically is thanking the plane ride for being so stressful. She reaches up and pulls his face down to hers to kiss him fully and deeply again.

Whitesnakes "Is This Love" starts to play.

Jay lifts her up and flips them around so Melinda is on top, riding his cock. She starts to grind her pelvis on him, rubbing her clit against him, feeling his cock nestled deep inside her. The feeling for both of them is pure heaven and feels so natural. 

Jay takes hold of her breasts while she is riding him and starts to knead the flesh while using his thumb/forefinger combo to pinch the already sensitive nipples.  The extra stimulation is too much for Melinda and her third orgasm of the hour starts to rock her body.

"Oh, oh, oh. Fuck me, I'm Cumming again. Right, right, right now...." She screams.

The wave overtakes her and her body starts to spasm again, inside and out. The clenching of her pussy muscles are too much for Jay and with a grunt and a push up with his hips, he empties his seed into her willing hungry pussy.

Collapsing onto him, Melinda tries to catch her breath, still feeling the fullness if him inside.  As her eyes scan about the room, she notices a shift of light in the peephole and realizes that their coupling was watched, exciting her more, causing her pussy the spasm again.

Feeling the tightness around his cock again, squeezing more semen from him makes Jay grunt again.

"So, how long are you going to be in Salem? Is there anything else I can do for you while you're here?"

Melinda just smiles.



The Massage



Living in a lively and young part of town meant I was location-poor and couldn't often afford luxuries like massages and pedicures. Thanks to Groupon, though, I had an inexpensive appointment in the outskirts of town for a hot stone massage with aromatherapy, and was more than ready for the relaxation to begin. I dropped my boyfriend off at band practice and headed out of the city.

As the high-rises melted away around me, I thought back to my call for an appointment, in anticipation of what I might find when I arrived. His voice was warm and gentle, maybe African American, eager for a new client from the city to experience his services and spread the word. 

As my memory lingered on the timber of his voice, I arrived at the address listed on the certificate: a run-down, dingy, nearly abandoned building that must have once housed apartments, complete with locked grates on the front and a For Sale sign on the exterior. I began to rethink my wisdom of isolating myself in the outskirts of town with a perfect stranger. 

I knocked hesitantly on the grate and was buzzed in, and entered his studio. Very dimly lit, the entry's décor was almost entirely in black. Now, I am no stranger to massage parlors, but all of my experiences have been in sun-drenched, airy, slightly clinical spaces with a light lavender scent. Here, enveloped in dimness and – what was that thick floral scent? jasmine? – I realized I was in for something completely different.

Antoine greeted me warmly with a handshake, welcomed me and introduced himself. I filled out the requisite form and answered the standard questions: Any sensitive areas that should be handled with special gentleness? No. Any areas that need particular attention? Yes, my neck and shoulders are always tense, so please be sure to spend extra time on them. 

I followed him into the studio, cloaked in darkness with black sheets draped on the massage table. As is standard etiquette, he told me where I could hang my clothes, that it was up to me if I wanted to undress fully, to start laying face-down on the table, cover myself with the sheet, and he would knock before entering. I did as he instructed: removed all of my clothing and made myself comfortable on the table under the dark drape.

That was when I noticed the ambient music. Some of my massage experiences have had soft, soothing music in the background; some not. Some have even played nature sounds, but here Antoine was playing the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Soothing, yes, but perhaps a bit more unrestrained than what I was used to. I tuned in to it, embraced its ebb and flow in my head, and began sinking into a relaxed, semi-conscious mode. 

I barely noticed his soft knock and re-entry, but felt the coolness as he lifted the sheet from both of my legs at once, tucking it neatly (and rather voluptuously) high between them. And so it began, as he plunged his warm, oiled hands up the insides of my legs to the tops of my inner thighs, and drew them back deeply like the tide, only to plunge forth again. Over and over he repeated this til I felt a twinge and the moisture forming between my legs. The combination of relaxation and stimulation was almost more than I could stand, but I could already feel that part of the massage drawing to a close as he stretched my toes, circled my ankles, and softly lowered my legs, covering them again with the sheet.

A warm towel was laid heavily on my back as he sought pressure points in my hips, swaying my buttocks gently from side to side to loosen the joints and center the massage, and then moved on to my back, in long, firm strokes, and I wondered if he might lightly grazing the sides of my swollen breasts crushed below me on the table. Wondered – or longed... When he reached my neck, his strong fingers at once melted me and sent shockwaves through my body, such a sensitive region it is, but by the time he had finished, it was like putty in his hands.

The half hour flew and before I knew it, I was asked to turn over. He held the sheet respectfully up for me to turn, hiding his face with it so that there would be no question of lurid impropriety. Was I stealthily hoping he could see through it with the dim lighting as it was? What was wrong with me?! He is clearly a professional. I would be sorely disappointed and not nearly as relaxed if I started slipping into a fantasy of something that wouldn't end up happening. Stay focused. Stay relaxed. Do not waste this massage experience on a sexual fantasy.

The sheet was raised and he began again with my legs, plunging all the way up to the hip with the outer hand, the other on my inner thigh, never once grazing my nether region, and it's a good thing, too, since he would have felt how wet I had become – or was still – revealing my secret desire to this consummate professional. From legs to hips, hips to sides, where I could feel his body press against my arm as he leaned in. Was it his groin? Was that his cock? Stop, focus, relax – that's not what this is about and you know it! 

Standing above my head, he began to reach behind my neck, then slide his hands over my shoulders, pressing down on my chest, veering to the sides just before making contact with my breasts, sliding his hands along my sides like a sort of embrace and under the small of my back. And then he lifted. Hard. My back arched fully, as the sheet slipped away from my breasts within inches of his perhaps eager eyes, and he held me in that stretch for what felt like minutes, as I felt the cool air on my nipples cause them to stiffen. He did not replace the sheet, but continued as if nothing happened, again, neck, past the shoulders, grazing my now-stimulated breasts, sides, under the small of my back and – up! Fully arched with my ample tits beholden to his hungry eyes. In that position, with my head tilted back to the table, the hair of his trimmed beard tickled my throat, and I stretched further, in the embrace of his hold, hoping this was turning him on as much as it was me. He released me gently to the table and again came at me, this time rubbing the sides of my breasts, but still not touching the quite erect nipples, and stretch – display – and release. The fourth pass, he plowed his hands straight across my nipples and I let out an involuntary moan, and found myself again arched, stretched, observed, and released. 

From there, his hands traveled to my ribs, my belly, my hips, my inner thighs, as his chest loomed just above my face. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to tell him it would be okay if he'd like to touch me – I would sign the consent forms later. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth in a 69 pose while he ran his tongue down my soaking wet slit. I was close. Very close. And then it happened, with the waves crashing over me, like a tidal wave, I came loud and hard right there on his table, with electric pulses coursing through my system, making me tremble in his arms until the sensation had dimmed. I lay breathing heavily there, as he ran his fingers through my hair, passed his hands down my décolleté and over my tingling breasts once again. Then he softly covered me again with the sheet, leaned in close to my ear where I could feel his warm breath, and whispered, "How do you feel?"



The Massage



The massage begins like all of our massages with a shower. First you, hot, slow, relaxing, steaming up the bathroom, taking your time to shave everywhere. Your beautiful pussy, your tight little ass, all the sensitive areas are scraped clean of hair, smooth, ready for touching, licking, stroking. 

You turn off the water and stand in the shower stall, applying body lotion directly to your still wet skin. Arms, legs, belly, taking your time to caress each muscle, even though you know you will be getting attention in just a few minutes. This time is for you to take care of yourself. Now your breasts, heavy, your nipples swollen from the heat. You apply the lotion and squeeze your nipples, gasping softly, already turned on, knowing what is coming. You squeeze your nipples again, harder this time and feel your pussy respond, pulsing slightly, the lips starting to swell, spreading, wanting attention.

More lotion now, avoiding your pussy, teasing yourself, down your lower back, over your round ass cheeks, dipping into the crack of your ass. Both hands now, bending slightly to spread your ass cheeks you apply lotion to your tight, sensitive ass hole. You probe a bit, gasping louder now, wanting to fuck your ass with your fingers but holding off. Back to your lower back and around to the front. Over your lower belly to the top of your pussy, now moving around the sides, simulating the motion you know I will take. You avoid direct contact with your sensitive lips and clit. Back and forth, belly to inner thigh, becoming more aroused by the second.

Finally, you pull yourself together and wrap a towel around yourself and come into the bedroom. You lie on the clean white sheets and I pull the top sheet over you, removing the towel as I do. You close your eyes and relax.

I move to the bathroom and have my own hot shower, not as long as yours but relaxing. I towel off and come into the bedroom. Candles are lit and the lights are low. No music plays, I love to hear the sound of your breath, grasps and moans.

You lie in the middle of the bed, arms to your side. I kneel beside you and whisper softly in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how much I love you. I lower the sheet to your lower back and pour some massage oil on you. I don't warm up the oil as you love the shock of the cold oil on your skin. My hands and your heat will warm it up soon enough. Lower back, shoulders, neck, back, these all get attention as I work out the tension of the day. Arms, hands, back to the shoulders, you deserve this, you are my princess. I can hear your breath deepening, I know that while the massage turns you on, the anticipation of more direct, intense stimulation is almost overwhelming for you.

I like to build slowly, but never in the same way each time. I love to keep you guessing. I move your arms out from your side and work my way around to the side of your breasts, brushing them softly. I feel you roll slightly to give me better access but I ignore the hint. Reaching around I work on your neck and chest, working down to right above the nipple but never touching it. Your breath coming faster now.

I move back to your lower back, pushing the sheet down further, revealing your glorious and shapely ass. I am fully erect now and the desire to stoke myself is overwhelming, but I resist. I spread your legs slightly and move to position myself between them. Starting with your feet, each leg gets my attention, stopping at mid thigh and back to the foot again. I move higher on your legs, spreading them a bit more, I can see your pussy starting to gape, spreading itself, uncontrollably, yearning to be touched and probed. I focus on your upper thighs allowing my hand to move to the very top, feeling the heat coming from you, pushing hard against the muscle at the top of your thigh, probing with my thumb the area between your ass, pussy and thigh, digging into the muscle, knowing the stretching and pushing is moving your clit back and forth again the sheets and is driving you crazy.

Up to your ass cheeks, massaging, stroking, now pulling them apart revealing your tight pink asshole. The temptation to push my tongue into you is overwhelming. I can see your ass spasming slightly, your pussy is gaping further. The wetness is now dripping onto the sheets, your breath is deep and intense now. Sliding my hands along the inside of your ass, brushing your sensitive asshole, gliding along the sides of your pussy, never really touching, just hinting, just grazing. Your back arches and I know you want me to push a finger, or two, or four, or my cock into your holes, either of them, but I stay the course. Your pussy is wide open, gaping, ready to be fucked. Your clit is swollen and red, yearning for direct pressure.

I tell you to turn over, you comply. Your face is flushed, hair still wet and clinging to your face and forehead. Your nipples are rock hard, swollen and red. You pussy is fully open. You spread your legs without being asked, hoping for stimulation, hoping I will lock my mouth around your lips and suck your clit until you come. Hoping I will push my tongue inside you and suck the juices out. I lean over and whisper in your ear. Telling you again how beautiful you are and how much I love you. But I also remind you that you are not to come until I tell you, reminding you that you belong to me and must do what I say. You nod slightly and whisper "Yes".

I stay kneeling between your legs , each time I move to massage your belly and chest my rock hard cock brushes your pussy and belly, causing you to squirm hoping for penetration. I drip massage oil all over your belly, working it into your skin, probing at your rib cage, your taut belly, down to the top of your pussy, pushing hard against the area right above your pubic bone, knowing this sensation moves through to your g-spot and your clit. Back to the underside of your breast, around to the top, and around again. Slowly circling in on your nipple but never touching it. I grab a breast in both hands and squeeze, moving out towards your nipple and stop just short. You gasp, desperately needing the more intense stimulation but knowing it will not come. Back again, squeezing the entire breast, stopping short of the nipple, left then right and back again. 

Back to the top of pussy and again to your breasts. Your nipples are hard as diamonds, swollen. You breath is coming faster now. I look and your pussy is wide open, dipping onto your asshole. I continue to move my hands from your legs, past the side of your pussy, my thumbs first pushing your lips together, squeezing your clit, then pulling them apart, stretching your pussy open, revealing your swollen red clit.

Your pussy is spasming slowly, opening and closing. You try to bring you legs together to bring some direct stimulation to your clit but I tell you to stop, pushing your legs apart further. I move up and I bring my hands to your throat now and you gasp deeply. You love the control you have to give up to let me wrap my hands around your throat, the orgasms you have while I hold your throat are deep and intense. Giving up control of your body is the ultimate release. 

I finally give in to your desire and touch your nipples, first one, then the other, then both, circling, stroking now pinching. Squeezing, pinching, harder now, almost unbearable but you can feel the orgasm building inside you. I take your breast in my hands and squeeze, moving slowly out to the nipple and ending at the tip, pinching hard. Then the other breast, back and forth until your are thrashing on the bed. I take both nipples in my fingers and squeeze and pull hard, you cry out and tell me you want to come, tell me to allow you to come. I whisper in your ear again, telling you how badly I want to fuck you, how sexy you are, but telling you not to come, not yet.

I move around to your head and place it softly in my lap, I tell you to grab your knees and to pull your knees up to your chest. With your head in my lap we can both see your beautiful pussy, open, fully expose, dripping, spasming slowly, juices pouring down between your legs. I dip a finger into your pussy and bring it to my mouth. You taste amazing. Your pussy is ready to explode, you are looking in my eyes, asking me to give you release. 

I move both hands to your breasts and and softly stroke your nipples, round and around, pinching slightly but still stroking. To your neck now, down between your breast, to the top of your pussy, then around the sides pulling your pussy open further. Back to your neck, chest, outside your breast, to the top of your pussy, stretching it open again. Neck, nipples, pinching, pulling, down to your pussy and around, again and again, building.

I decide it is time, I can feel my own orgasm building, my cock dripping, hard against the back of your head.

I grab your nipples and pinch hard and I tell you it is ok to come, you look deep in my eyes and I can see you pussy start to spasm as your first orgasm overtakes you. Not once have we touched your clit and you are coming in waves. I put one hand around your neck and with the other I continue to squeeze your nipples. You come again, and then again. Gasping, crying, thrashing around on the bed and the spasms overtake your entire body.

I put your head on the bed and lean over you. You desperately take my cock in your mouth. You are still holding your knees apart and I reach down and push three fingers deep in your pussy. I curl my fingers until I am against your g-spot, my thumb is rubbing your clit, hard now. I pull hard against your g-spot, rapid pulses, timed with my thumb on your clit.

You scream out and come again. You are sucking my cock hard now and I know I will burst soon. I pull my fingers out of you and rub the palm of my hand against the outside of your pussy, sliding past your clit, over your wet lips, between your ass cheeks to your asshole, and then back, stimulating the entire area. You suck harder now as I move my hand back and forth across your wet pussy. 

I can feel myself losing control, I dip my mouth to your clit and suck hard, with both hands I reach under your ass, two fingers plunging into your asshole the other hand fucking your pussy hard and deep. I push deep in your mouth, fucking your willing mouth. I wait until I feel your pussy and ass start to spasm, as your orgasm overtakes you and I come, filling your mouth. You gasp at the heat, swallowing and sucking, milking the come from my cock. I continue to suck your clit and fuck your wet holes and you come one final time.

Exhausted we collapse on the bed, and fall into a deep sleep.



The Massage



*** This is the first story I have published. Please feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism as it will help me if I decide to write more in the future. 

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Let me start by introducing myself.

Hi, I'm Ben and I am writing about this recent experience because it has given me a lot of pleasure replaying it in my mind and I would like others to share in that experience.

I am a good looking guy so my girlfriend tells me anyway, about 6ft, light brown hair, blue eyes with nice muscle definition and a hint of a six pack. I like to look good for my girlfriend so I do a lot of training and trim or shave my body hair all over. As a result of the running and gym I was starting to ache a bit so after reading a few articles and talking to some friends I decided to go for a massage. I have never had one before so I started looking at a few adds online, after skipping though a few amateur ones that looked more like brothel adds I found a professional looking website that had a few client references on and a price list. I decided 'in for a penny', as it was my first time I would have the full body massage and hopefully that should last me for a while as they wasn't cheap. I phoned up to book an appointment and a female receptionist answered, I hadn't even thought about who would be doing my massage and didn't want to explain to my girlfriend that some other woman had been rubbing her hands all over me, so, I explained to the lady what treatment I was after and then asked her if it could be a male masseuse, she was quite professional and assured me that it wasn't a problem as most male massages were performed by men. We booked the time and date and I hung up feeling more relaxed already.

Three days later with the massage booked at 11.30, I thought I might as well get my monies worth and headed to the gym first thing. I did what I like to call a 'round robin', a full body work out I usually use when I'm going out that evening. I finished about 10.30 giving me enough time to have a good shower and get to the massage parlour.

Walking into the reception I was greeted by a very beautiful brunette with a big smile and a bigger cleavage, as she greeted me I could tell by her voice this was the lady I had booked with. She asked me my name and told me I was in good hands today as it was her boyfriend giving me the massage and he was the best there. She asked me to take a seat; he would be along shortly as he was just preparing the room. I asked her if she would like paying now, she declined saying they much prefer taking payment after so they can make sure you're satisfied and get some feedback.

I was sat waiting no more than 3 minutes reading a motorcycle magazine when the male masseur entered and WOW! I considered myself a full blooded heterosexual man until this point. I mean I had some homosexual fantasies and fooled around with some friends in my teens but no more than a little touching, I read that was normal and it had been forgotten. Now here was one of the best male specimens I had ever seen, he was toned to perfection, like you see on health magazine covers. He had sandy hair and blue eyes with a strong jaw line and the whitest teeth in the biggest smile as he greeted me, wearing a tight light blue top and a pair cream of shorts you could see the shape of every and I mean every muscle.

I thought he must have seen I was staring but he just walked up to me introduced himself as Harry and asked me to follow him to the room, as we walked I couldn't help but take in the indents and ripples of his muscled shoulders, back and eventually his ass. I lifted my gaze just in time as he opened the door and gestured for me to enter. After a little explanation on what would be involved and what oils he would be using he went over to the shelf took a towel and handed it to me, he then asked me to undressed put the towel around my waist and he would be back in 5 minutes.

By now my head was spinning, what was happening to me, all these feelings were surfacing that I shouldn't have. I was constantly trying to reign in my imagination. As the door clicked shut I started to undress in a trance and it wasn't until I was naked with the towel in my hand that I realised it was quite a small towel and would only just goes round my waist. I snapped out of my reverie and fastened the towel the best I could but it still left a slit open down my leg and as it was so tight you could also clearly see the shape of my ass and the bulge of my flaccid cock.

I was stood on the other side of the bed as Harry re-entered the room, looking at him I could feel an all too familiar stirring in my loins and as I took in his magnificent form for a second time I could swear I saw him just looking me up and down like a piece of meat to devour, the thought made my cock twitch and as I look up I was sure I saw a wry smile on his face, but he turned away to the tray of oils.

He started to arranging the equipment and asks me to lay on the bed face down, with more than a little relief I quickly hopped on the bed and got into position I tried to discreetly adjusted myself so I was laying on what was now a clear semi. I'm sure he saw the movement but he displayed no sign if he had, I placed my face in the hole of the bed and finally started to relax as I felt his hands go to work on massage my shoulders.

As his hands worked firmly massaging the oil into the muscles of my back I started to feel more and more relaxed. Eventually I convinced myself I had imagined all the interactions and I was just feeling weird because I was a little bit horny.

I stated to breathe deep and everything felt as I imagined it would. I was just falling into in a semi-sleep when his movements got to my waist, his thumbs were kneading my lower back and started slipping under the edge of the towel, the extra thumbs around the waist were too much for the already tight fabric and I felt the fold break open underneath me, he must have noticed the change in my breathing but he carried on around my lower back and along the towel line.

Feeling no change in him I relaxed assuring myself that this is normal and I was overreacting because of my horny mood. He massaged to the nape of my ass, it was feeling so good and I was just wondering why I had left this so long when he stopped and put the rim of the towel back in place. He then took my arms one at a time and massaged them, starting at my fingertips and worked his way down slowly working every muscle until he reached my arm pit, it sent a strange sensation through me as he held my hand that felt so good I gave myself to it and became completely pliable, relaxing once again into a semi sleep trance like state, he moved around the table and repeated the massage on the other arm, I felt so much better and so relaxed.

He rested my arm back by my side then moved down to the base of my feet, bending my leg at the knee he started to massage my right foot working between the toes and around the ankle, his touch was at just the right pressure to not be ticklish but send amazing shock waves straight up my leg to my groin where my flaccid cock once again responded in kind, after only a few minutes of this manipulation I was fully awake and very horny but he seemed blissfully unaware.

Finishing with the right foot he placed it back down and moved to the left. The same sensations shot down my left leg, did he know he was driving me to distraction, my breathing had now become heavy again but for a different reason, and my cock betraying me completely was at full mast beneath me.

Finally he rested my foot back down, but as he did so I noticed they had been placed about a foot apart stretching the towel tight around the tops of my legs, giving him, from the bottom of the bed a clear view up the towel to my ass and balls. I was about to say something but then I thought this is probably normal, he did say in the briefing that he would get very close to my genitals during the full body massage. I had agreed it was ok as I would be covered. I didn't want to cause embarrassment, my slowly subsiding erection was hidden beneath me and I had been told by a few women that I had a great ass. Besides all that though I was enjoying myself so I kept quiet.

His hands fresh with oil start massaging the back of my lower leg rubbing the heel of his hand into my calf in circular motions once done he re-oiled his hands, then in one smooth unexpected motion he slid his oily palms from the back of my knee all the way up the back of my leg and under the towel breaking it even further apart beneath me, as he reached the top I felt his fingers oh so lightly graze my scrotum then his hands came back to the knee again.

I jumped which he must have noticed because he asked if I was ok. I croaked back that it was fine and started telling myself it's all ok and normal. It was then I realised I was no longer bothered, I was excited, I felt good. I mean it's not like I was going to fuck the guy or something and everything so far could be my perverted imagination, massages are supposed to feel good. So fuck it I thought, just go with the flow.

I cleared my voice and repeated that all was ok and add that I was really enjoying myself and would have to do this more often, he told me "it was always nice to hear when people are enjoying themselves" and carried on massaging my upper leg. As he worked his way slowly up the muscle from my knee to my ass I stared to eagerly anticipate the moment he would brush my scrotum again or start kneading those hands into my firm smooth ass. I was filled with electric as I felt his hands go under the rim of the towel, I could feel the towels fabric tugging along under my body pulling my now rock hard cock with it to the side as his strong hands forced it wider and wider open.

He was now right up where my thigh meets my ass but wasn't going any further, I was ready to burst and felt like pushing my ass back into his grasp like a slut when he stopped. He ran his hands all the way back down my leg then moving to the other side he started to do the same to the other leg. I was so worked up I felt flush and I could feel my cock like a steel bar beneath me, he slowly worked his way up my leg and it was as he reached the rim of the towel on this side I realised to my horror that this was the last part of my back he had to massage, after this he was going to ask me to turn over and as his hands slid under the towel on this side pulling it out, so very little was left underneath me I knew. When I turned over a tent wouldn't be able to hide this erection never mind this flimsy cloth.

The panic had at least started to deflate my once raging hard on but his ministrations on my leg and thigh wasn't helping things. As I felt him finish and run his hands down my legs I used every trick I could remember to get my cock to go down. I lifted my head to one side; he looked at me although it felt more like right through me and in his silky smooth voice asked me to turn over. I hesitated knowing my towel was undone but he had already turned to the cart to save my embarrassment, so a little relieved I rolled over.

I realised there was no point in fastening the towel as his hands would break it open and the fabric could be put to far better use if I draped it over myself and scrunched it up a little over my now semi-hard cock. I said ready and he turned around, fuck me this guy was hot and it may have been my imagination but the bulge in the front his shorts looked a lot bigger than the last time I saw it. Was he getting off on this as much as I was? A thought I immediately regretted it as I felt my cock stir. He walked over and placed the cushion in the face hole and another under my head his torso inches away from my face, so I could really smell that sweet musky aroma he was giving off. I laid my head back and tried to relax again hoping my attempts to hide my enjoyment had succeeded.

He re-oiled his hands, rubbing them together and as he reach for the front of my shoulders I closed my eyes and tried to relax once again. He worked from my shoulders to my chest when he crossed my nipples for the first time, I opened my eyes they had always been sensitive so his touch was electrifying me making me tingle with lust. I focused and he was right above me almost pinning me to the bed with his palms, the muscle on his arms and chest flexing with each movement.

I felt at his mercy, I had never given myself so completely to another person before, the feeling of losing control, letting go, him doing with me what he wanted was a massive turn on and that coupled with his ministrations was driving me wild. He looked straight into my eyes and I suddenly got the strongest urge to kiss him, not a gentle loving kiss but a raw animalistic passionate kiss, our strong arms would lock to each other as our lips connect and part to allow our probing tongues to taste and fuck each other's mouths. Taking his strong jaw and neck in my hand and forcing myself further down his throat.

I was staring and he was staring back but worse than that I was getting hard again the realisation made me brake our gaze and instinctively looked down, he must have seen because he looked at the same time and to my shame we both saw I was ¾ hard and starting to tent the towel covering me. I was mortified and looked back to him but now he was staring, not at my face but at the rapidly growing tent in my towel. I was willing it to go down but looking at him taking in my growing erection meant my cock betrayed me and continued to rise.

He suddenly realised he was staring I think because he broke his gaze and turned to the tray of oils, while there he said to me in a bit of a shaky voice "don't worry about it, it happens all the time and is a perfectly normal reaction". Something told me though that his reaction wasn't normal and when he turned around I knew for certain.

It was very clear he also had an erection, so much so that the outline of his cock was clearly visible now straining against the material and only millimetres from breaking out of the elastic waist band of his tight shorts. He saw where I looked and when I looked back up he looked to be blushing a little and wouldn't look directly at me which was probably a good thing as I had also gone quite red with embarrassment. Seeing him in the same predicament however did help a little and as he tentatively worked his way down my torso and oblique's my tent started to come down a little although the outline of what was under there remained quite clear.

As he massaged my core he remained focused on that area and never looked at my face, I did see him steeling glances at the rise in the cloth and couldn't blame him as I was doing the same. He had also deflated a little which was probably a good thing as I don't think his shorts would have held him in much longer, now though there was a wet spot on the front, he was leaking pre-cum. So was I, but luckily the towel hid mine.

I started to wonder as I stared at the outline what his cock looked like, would it be curved like mine. I could judge the width and length from what I had seen earlier. I moved my gaze up and thought about his hard abs and pecks, his nipples were now erect and I wondered , would they be as sensitive as mine, if I rolled them in my fingers would they make his cock twitch against me.

I stopped then because I realised I was imagining making love to this man. I'm straight and not a confused teen any more. I don't fantasise about men. This was getting very confusing; I wanted him, when what I should be wanting is his girlfriend the secretary. What was wrong with me?

I looked back down as he reached the rim of the towel I was nervous, excited and confused, my cock still ¾ erect was at the rim so surely he wouldn't reach his hands under like he had done on my back. If he did he would have no way no avoiding touching me. The thought pulsed through me causing my cock to twitch right in front of him.

He reached for the towel and I held my breath, did I want him to touch me? I didn't know, I was in a panic but I wasn't making any moves to stop him and as he reached in I closed my eyes and he moved the edge of the towel draped on the bed to in between my legs, he did the same on the other side forming the towel into a pouch over my groin I know I let out an audible sigh of relief so I kept my eyes closed as once again he went to the bottom of the bed and started working the oil on my feet with his skilled hands.

The same sensations I felt earlier came flooding back the tingle shooting straight up to my cock. How could he do this to me I thought as once again the towel around my groin started to lift. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me with a hint of a smile, I returned the gesture and once again ran my gaze down his neck, over his muscled chest and chiselled abs, reaching his hips and groin, I remember feeling happy because he was also at full mast and had a large wet spot where the tip of his cock strained the material of the shorts.

He saw where I was looking and at that point I think we both knew where this was headed.

He moved to the side of the bed as he worked up massaging the oil into my leg, I relaxed a little in my mind releasing myself to the inevitable but my heart was still pounding. We were both now openly but still cautiously eyeing each other when he reached my groin. Re-oiling his hands and standing by my hips he reached in and I'm sure I felt a tremble as he ran his hands over my hips and down my groin, he went around the towel and never touched the bulging fabric, as his hands crossed to the other side of my hips he had to lean over and that's when we reached the point of no return.

As he leaned into the bed the hard shaft of his erection pressed into the back of my hand, I think it was an accident because he jumped a little pulling his hips back, but all this served to do was run the length of his shaft down the back of my hand till I felt the wet of his pre-cum and the hard tip of cock. He froze where he was and without much thought I turned my hand and ran the tips of my fingers back down his cotton clad shaft causing him to twitch violently as I reached the base.

I didn't know but as my fingers had run down his cock I had inadvertently pulled the already strained elastic waist band down freeing the top of his shaft from its imprisonment. I ran my fingers back along the outline of his shaft then three quarters up I stopped. There was no longer soft cotton at my fingertips but the unmistakable feel of skin, silky smooth, warm skin. Harry backed away and I looked down, just before he covered himself with his palms I managed to glimpse his thick shaft and the swollen shining purple head of his engorged cock, it was dripping with pre-cum.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself apologising as fast as he could. I told him "don't worry about it, it's a perfectly normal reaction" he smiled and the relief on his face was clearly visible, as was the bulge in his towel. He pulled off his shorts and asked if I wanted him to continue, I said I wanted nothing more at this time.

Steeling himself and re-oiling his hands he walked to the other side of me and started to massage my leg, I thought he worked his way up to my groin a lot faster on this side but when he arrived there my hand was palm up and a willing recipient to his heavy cock. Though semi erect it was protruding out but still under his towel. Once again I could feel the cotton covered tip of his cock pressing against my palm as he reached over to start work on my hips and groin, I started giving him a massage of my own at this point working my hand over the bulging head and down the shaft of his cock. Changing my grip from hard to soft over and over wanting to feel his flesh once again, rock hard and pulsing in my hand. He in turn was being a lot more thorough with his massage this time around going under the towel between my legs and deep into my thighs.




The Massage



This felt so good I opened my legs to give him better access and felt my scrotum come to rest on the back of his hand; if he felt it he didn't miss a beat and continued work his way between my legs. With one oily hand he massaged the area between my cock and ass with the perfect pressure each time working his way deeper into the cleft of my ass, the other hand was now massaging my pubic area all the way across my body. This meant that each left to right movement went under the towel and between where my fully erect cock was pressing on my stomach.

We might as well have been jerking each other off by now and he must have thought the same because in one motion he turned his hands, the one between my thighs wrapped around the base of my cock and the other he simply rotated to take hold of my hard shaft, it felt so good that I let out a long moan as his oily hands worked their long strokes up and down my raging hard on, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip helping make his grip on me so slick.

It took me a second to recover my senses, then I knew what I wanted I took my hand off of his cock grabbed the towel at the knot and threw it to the ground. It was amazing as his cock sprung free and came to rest pointing at the sky; it was seven inches of the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He was thick and smooth with small veins visible down his gently curving shaft; the pinkie purple head was the perfect sized crown, not to bulbous but had an angry flare like it was waiting to explode. I took him in my hand again and never wanted to let go, my first movement sent a torrent of pre-cum running down the back of his shaft, I ran my hand up over it, scooping it up I started to massage it into the tip of his cock, then down his shaft as more and more pulsed free. His eyes rolled, his body spasmed and he let out a growl from the bottom of his throat as I went to work on that gorgeous cock.

He threw my towel off the bed leaving me completely naked and at his mercy on the bed and as he re-gripped me I looked up watching him stare at me as I had him, My cock was a bit longer by the look but even though I was thicker than the average man Harry had me beat in that department. As I watched him taking in what he saw I realised this was very new territory for both of us. He looked up after a minute and locking my gaze on his, we just stared at each other for a while all the time massaging each other, feeling and taking in the sensations of pleasuring another man in such an intimate and lustful way.

I massaged him as he did to me, I could feel his heartbeat in the pulse of his cock now. It made me feel so close to him but I wanted to be closer, I didn't know how but that is what I wanted. Going with these urges and wanting to hold him tight I squeezed on his shaft with my fist feeling his steel like hard on in my hand, as I saw the pre-cum leaked from the tip I kept my grip but ran my thumb over the slit to spread it around.

This must have done something amazing to him because his legs gave for an instant, in his rush to balance his took his hands of my cock and placed one on my chest and one on the edge of the bed. He was bent over right above me looked straight at me and without any hesitation we kissed. Taking my hands from his cock I raised up as he lowered himself, our lips met a second before our chests I felt his warmth through his shirt, it was wrong so I broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over his head. I took less than a second to take in his naked form because all I wanted was his lips back on mine.

Taking the back of his head in one hand and propping myself up with the other I pulled him into me once again this time as our lips met and I felt his firm chest touch mine I felt good. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out to explore my lover's mouth, he responded and our tongues intertwined our lips mashed together. We must have both been used to being the dominant kisser because it was a beautiful aggressive kiss with each of us wrestling for possession of our lover's mouth.

I slowly lay back as we kissed bringing him with me down to the bed, rubbing my oily chest against him. I took my free hand that was no longer needed to prop me up and starting at his face I slowly worked it down his body feeling his naked chest and torso for the first time. It felt so good having those powerful muscles in my hands. I continued to explore every inch with my fingers as our kiss went on finding his erect nipples and remembering the beautiful torture he had visited on me it was time to see if I could repay him in kind. I took one in my hand and gently squeezed it between my fingertips as he let out a low moan that echoed in my mouth I knew I had my prey.

I took the other in my fingertips but this time as squeezed I pulled slightly, he pulled away from the kiss with a low growl and standing to his full height with every muscle tense he looked straight in my eyes and pounced onto the bed. He knelt with one leg between mine, we looked each other up and down and I don't know what my expression said to him, but he was looking at me like a lion would size up his prey.

Without a word between us he pressed his lips back to mine, the smacking of our lips as we kissed seemed so loud I thought someone must hear us. I could feel our cocks sliding around on each other as he ground his hips into me. My lust taking over and without thinking I placed one hand on the back of his head and the other on his perfectly muscled ass. I pulled on him forcing our embrace to become harder, our entire bodies were writhing like oiled snakes all over each other. I couldn't get him close enough to me I wanted him, all of him inside me.

That thought hit me like a bolt of lightning. Did I really want him inside me?

It took less than a second to decide Fuck yeah I did, if it would sake this thirst I had that made me lust to be with this man I would take him any and every way I could have him. Whilst holding his face tight to mine and fucking his mouth with my tongue I wriggled my body up the fraction I needed, bent my leg out from under him, this forced his hot body away from mine and as my leg slipped free his body fell back on me crushing those rippled abs against my cock and bringing his swollen throbbing hard on to rest between my legs.

It was now he figured out what I was doing and almost with alarm on his face he opened his eyes and pulled away from the kiss. I smiled a small smile to reassure him as I saw the care and fear flash through his eyes, my heart was pounding then I pulled his hips in making the tip of his gorgeous cock slip between my cheeks and touch the entrance to the only virgin territory left on my body.

He placed his hand round the back of my head, gave me the gentlest kiss then closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on mine. Slowly and softly he started moving his hips I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations of him massaging my hole with the tip of his cock, it felt so good and in my heart I wanted him so bad, I felt him finally apply more pressure to gain entrance into me but the tip slipped away.

After the second attempt I couldn't take it anymore I needed him so I run my hand from his ass to the base of his cock, down the length of him till I felt where the only man I had ever wanted in my life was about to give me the fulfilment I craved. I held him there and gave him a soft kiss to let him know it was time.

He got the message and I felt him start to push, I don't know if it was the oil but I felt the head of his beautiful cock slide into me so easily. It made me wince, which I don't think he saw but it wasn't really painful. As he lowered his hips and body, never opening his eyes or taking his head from mine I felt my only male lover take my virginity and slowly fill me up with the only thing I wanted on this plant at that moment.

He came to rest on me and even though he was only three quarters in I felt so full and so happy, opening his eyes he smiled at me before bringing his lips to mine. We kissed but now it was slow and sensual our tongues had ended the war and were now doing a dance between our lips. He started to slowly pull his hips back withdrawing just a couple of inches of his hot pulsing cock from me, we both let out a low moan in unison as the amazing sensations washed over us, then just as slowly he pushed it back in. he did this a few times so tenderly but each time he got deeper and deeper until I felt his pelvis against me and I knew he was all the way in.

He held it there and I will admit it was a little uncomfortable but within what seemed like moments of feeling his hot cock pulse and twitch inside me I was fine, I was better than fine I was having one of the most sensual experiences of my life. Slowly he withdrew from me again but this time nearly all the way, when he push back in his body rolled up over my cock, I was so hard it was hurting and that couple with the sensation of being fucked by this beautiful man nearly made me explode right there between our oiled hard bodies.

I let out a moan and threw my head back and he must have taken this as a good sign because he started to fuck me with long strokes of his rigid sexy meat. I had my head back one hand round his neck and the other on his ass; looking into his now open eyes I used the hand on his ass to pull him into me. We just stared into each other's eyes like there was some unspoken communication between us. I needed him deeper and with each thrust now he tried to comply, getting faster and faster he fucked me till the bed was creaking and threatening to break apart between us.

I was so close to cumming, I didn't know how that was possible at the time although I do now. I do not know if he sensed that or not but he lifted himself up on his arms so I had to let go of his neck took hold of my raging hard on and started his massage once again. His grip felt like ten thousand volts through me. I pushed my free hand on his chest and instinctively found his nipple. Pulling him into me as I pulled on that bud must have done something amazing because I felt him swell in me. This was more than I could take and as he tightened his grip on my dick I exploded like never before I threw back my head but kept my eyes on his and through my blurry vision I saw ropes of my thick cream splashing off of his body and felt it falling onto mine. There was so much cum it covered us in a torrent and my orgasm seemed to go on and on.

The swelling I felt as I pulled his nipple must have been him holding back because as soon as my first load splash off his chest he let out a long loud growl and buried his beautiful flesh sword in me right to the hilt. He placed most of his weight on my hand on his chest I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his eyes were closed but he was trying to open them. He gave tiny involuntary thrusts each time he let a burst of his seed free inside me, he must have filled me with a massive load because I could already feel it running down my ass and soaking the bed beneath me.

When he was finally able to open his eyes he was smiling that big smile and I was smiling right back. He took his cum soaked hand from around my shaft placed it gently on my cheek and relaxed on top of me, we didn't say a word but just looked at each other then kissed once on the lips. I could feel him deflating inside me as we lay there covered in oil and cum.

As the euphoria died off I started to think clearly about what I had done, and more importantly who with, guilt mixed in with my emotions then and he must have felt the same because he lifted his head up gave me an obligatory smile as he pulled all the way out of me and got off the bed. As soon as the head popped free from my freshly fucked hole I felt the torrent of cum follow but he grabbed a towel and immediately started to clean me all over with those amazing hands.

Once done I sat up on the edge of the bed, he was stood in front of me towel in hand and that beautiful cock hanging between his legs. I asked him if he had ever done anything like that before, he told me no he had fantasised but had never felt the need to take it further until he saw me in the waiting room. On hearing this my cock gave its usual inappropriate response and started to get hard and I did my usual thing in this environment and made the joke that when he decides to take things further he doesn't do it half arsed. This got a little laugh as I had hoped.

I sat there on the bed while he looked at the floor and nervously thumbed the towel covered in cum, and then plucking up the courage I told him it had been one of the best experiences of my life. He looked up at me and I saw the relief on him as his shoulders relaxed, he told me it was amazing for him too but he didn't know how to say so or if he should. He told me before this he was sure he was a normal straight guy and now, well this.

I told him I felt exactly the same and really needed to think a few things over and get my head around what had just happened and how it affected my life. I gave him my number in case he wanted to talk some more, actually with him naked in front of me I was getting horny again fast and was already thinking of doing a little more than talking. He took the number down and said he would probably need to chat in a few days we smiled at each other and I got off the bed and started to get dressed.

On the way out I went up to the desk to pay and the lady asked if I had enjoyed my experience, I told her that her boyfriend was amazing beyond words left a generous tip and walked out with a smile on my face.

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We took a few days to think then on the third Harry phoned me up and arranged we arranged to meet for coffee and a chat. We both came to the conclusion that we were normal and then went back to his to fuck some more.

We went out on several double dates with our girlfriends and after a few months of putting feelers out to them found they were both receptive to the idea of watching their men with other men but that's another story.



The Massage



The masseuse's hands are gliding across my skin, working the muscles of my shoulders and back with an expert touch. I sigh with contentment as the tension and stress seem to melt away from my body. It's not often that I get a chance to relax like this. Work makes for long days and things have been even more hectic lately as my daughter had recently moved out of the house and off to college and my son had just started high school. Added to that was the fact that my husband would soon be retiring from the military after 20 years of service. Needless to say there was a lot going on in life which is why today I had called in sick to work, my husband insisting that I take the day off and relax. I argued against this at first, but it didn't take long for my husband to convince me that it would be good for me. He cinched the deal by way of hiring a private massage therapist to come over and give me a good, relaxing whole body massage. 

And thus I am now lying naked, basically, on a fold out massage table in my own living room as this wonderful woman uses her incredible hands to knead and massage all the tension out of my body. At first I was a bit apprehensive about letting a stranger see me naked. I don't have a bad body for a woman in her mid-thirties. I'm a bit on the shorter side, standing at five foot, three inches. I keep my weight around the 130 mark. My husband likes my curves as I have a nice bubble butt and very full set of 36 C tits. Yes, they are not quite as perky as they were in my twenties after having two kids, one of whom I gave birth to straight out of high school, but then again most women in their mid to late 30's can sympathize with that. As for the rest of me I have very long, dark brown hair with lots of curls that my husband loves to run his hands through and grab hold of. Matching my hair is my very deep brown eyes that he constantly tells me he can lose himself in. My skin is a very creamy white, marred only by a few freckles and a couple of faint scars from childhood fights with my older brother. 

The masseuse's hands move away from back as she grabs some more oil that she drizzles out onto my skin. The oil smells good, spicy but with a flowery undertone to it. My back begins to tingle a bit from the slight warming effect that the oil has to it as the masseuse's hands continue to slide over my skin, pushing and kneading on my muscles. She works her way down my back, right to the beginning of my ass, and then back up. My shoulders, my neck, then down each arm. Slowly I begin to drift into an almost dream state. There is only me and this magic pair of hands that continue to eliminate all the knotted up stress in my body. Back to my shoulders. The hands find a particularly difficult spot and work extra hard, to the point that it actually hurts a little, but then the pressure is gone as those magic hands work the tension out and massage it away. I let out another sigh of pure relaxation. 

"She's good, very good," I think to myself as her hands go back to work once more on my neck. Not bad looking either to be honest. About my height with black hair and very blue eyes. She has a slightly olive tan complexion and almond shaped eyes which makes me think she might have some Asian ancestry in her, but it must be faint with the blue eyes. She's younger than I am, late twenties or early thirties, but in good shape. Nice hips and ass, but her boobs are only a b-cup if I were to guess offhand. Still, she is attractive with a pretty face. She's wearing a pair of skin tight black spandex shorts and a simple white tank-top. Her personality is nice as I easily felt at ease with her when she showed up. Now I am lying on her fold-up, portable massage table, completely nude except for a folded in half white towel that covers my ass...barely.

Her hands move down now to my legs, working each one from just below where the towel ends. Slowly they move down the back of my thighs, over each calf, massaging, kneading, and working the muscles firmly yet smoothly. More oil. First one leg and then the other. Finally she ends up at my feet, taking each in turn to massage with her strong hands, using her thumbs to hit all the pressure points. She then starts back up each leg. She once again works each calf, using her thumbs even more to dig deep into the muscles there. I drift even further, awake but so relaxed that my mind just begins to slip away. She reaches my thighs again and I very slightly spread my legs just a little so that she can massage my inner thigh muscles easier. 

Up my thighs her hands glide and suddenly I become hyper aware of just how high her hands are going. Back and forth her hands move over the back of my thighs, kneading the muscle from the inside to the outside with each pass, and less than a fingers breadth away from my very exposed pussy. I actually begin to wonder if she can see it. With that thought I feel a sudden flash of heat rip through my body which makes my sensitive clit begin to tingle. The towel can't be covering all that much, especially with my legs slightly spread. Even better, I just had my monthly Brazilian done just a few days ago, so my pussy is very smooth and bare and easy to see. The thought of her hands so close now excites me as a small shiver ripples through my body. I sigh to cover it, hoping that she mistakes it for just further relaxation, but in reality my mind has gone from drifting to focusing very pointedly on what her hands are doing. Nothing seems to really have changed though as her hands continue to work up and down my thighs, working my muscles, kneading them like dough from the inside to the outside with each pass. But wait, did her hands just get a little closer? I try to remain dormant, not wanting to tense up for fear that I will alert her to just how close her hands are to my now very hot and excited cunt. 

And then it happens, just the barest of touches, there and gone before I can even realize it happened. Was I imagining it? I sigh again, whether in relaxation or excitement I leave it for her to decide. It is now turning into a game. She continues her work like nothing has happened, that everything is ordinary. I lay there, aware but relaxed. I wonder to myself if this is something my husband has set up. We have a very unusual sexual life between our BDSM activities and our slightly swinger lifestyle, but we have never played without both of us being present. Still, he has always told me that if I were to ever do anything without him that he wouldn't have as much of an issue as long as it was with another woman. Could this massage be that moment? I only ponder on this for a second though as I quickly decide I don't care. I've already made up my mind that if this massage has a happy ending for me, then I am going to let it happen. 

But then her hands move...up under the towel and onto my ass. She continues to massage, kneading deep into my muscles there with her thumbs. Now I sigh loudly. I have always loved having my ass rubbed and there is no denying how good this feels for me. For several long minutes her hands glide over my ass, first up high, then down low and right back to the inside of my upper thighs. Several times I feel her fingers make gentle contact with the outer lips of my now superheated cunt. Each time I sigh deeply. She is such a tease. I almost want to yell at her now to just get it over with and rub my aching pussy. But no, the game continues. 

"Time to roll over." Her voice breaks me out of my daydream state. Her tone is very professional, like nothing at all is happening between us. Maybe I am mistaken. Maybe those brief touches were just that and nothing more. Maybe she really has no clue what she is doing to me. I push-up slightly and begin to roll over onto my back. The towel doesn't roll with me too well however and ends up under my butt cheek and hanging off of one hip. Needless to say I am completely exposed and, to be honest, I don't even care. What does please me is that her eyes are wide open and gazing down at my very bald pussy. 

"I'm sorry." Her voice is lowered and I see a slight blush rise in her cheeks. "I've never seen anyone who actually goes full bald down there. May I ask how you keep it up?" She is now looking back into my eyes. 

"I have it professionally waxed once a month. I just did it a few days ago so she is very neat right now." I respond while gazing back into her bright blue eyes. 

"But doesn't that hurt?" She has gone from shy to very inquisitive in a split second. She's obviously wondered about this before but has never met anyone who has any knowledge on it.

"A little. I was very worried about that the first time, but now it is a once a month thing that I just get done and over with. It usually stays pretty bald for about two weeks and then when it starts to finally grow back in, it's softer. I do have to wait for the hair to get a bit longer again before they can wax it properly which is why I have it done once a month. It's much better than shaving in the long run except for the 20 or so minutes of discomfort while I am getting it done."

Her eyes have drifted back down to once again look at my very exposed and bald pussy. "So, even ... well, down in-between?" She asks, once again her voice getting very quiet.

I decide to be brazen about things and spread my legs as far open as I can on the narrow massage table. She slowly leans over and gazes between my legs. I wonder if she can tell just how wet my hot, aching pussy is getting. I don't move and after a moment she stands back up straight and I hear her whisper a single word to herself; hot. A tingle zings through my body and I am almost positive now that things are going to get very interesting. I smile to myself and wonder what is going to happen when I tell my husband about this event later tonight. 

"So, umm....how smooth is it?" Once again a blush has crept up onto her cheeks.

"Much better than a razor." I respond. "There is absolutely no stubble at all. The process takes the hair out at the roots and for about two weeks there is no hair at all." Her eyes are once again glued to my sex, almost like she is trying to feel me with her eyes. I decide to push the game, now very eager to feel her hands do much more than just massage my muscles. "You can feel it if you would like."

Her eyes jerk up and stare back into mine. "Oh, no ... I mean ... err."

"It's okay, I don't mind. You're just curious and that's understandable. Like I said, I just had it done a couple of days ago so right now is the best time to feel it so you can tell how smooth it is right afterwards." I open my legs further by drawing my feet up a little and letting my knees spread out to the sides, completely exposing myself. "Go ahead and feel." My eyes bore back into hers and I can see for a second or two the war within herself to touch my pussy or not. I am pretty sure at this point that she is definitely bi to some extent, but I have pushed the game faster than she is used to. I can't help myself though as my cunt is on fire and I really want some type of release. Besides, she's kinda hot and she really knows what to do with her hands.

And on some level she must know it because suddenly her still slightly oily hand is resting on top of my pubic mound while she continues to gaze intently into my eyes. "Oh, that is smooth." Her voice is low and subdued as her hand moves over my pubic mound. My eyes burn into hers, so close.

"Yes, and it's like that all the way down too. " My eyes lock with hers as my words sink in. Her hand moves, slowly but firmly, down off my pubic mound and in between my legs. Her fingers glide across my lips on either side. The fire inside me erupts to a whole new level and I can definitely feel my juices beginning to flow. "See how smooth that feels?" I ask in a deep, throaty voice.

"Mhmm," she responds as her fingers continue to glide up and down my lips, oh so close but not close enough. There is no doubt in her eyes that she is enjoying the effect this is having on me as my hips begin to make small movements, subtly trying to get her fingers more situated onto my aching cunt. She makes a small smile and a glint enters her eye. "I bet I know what would feel even better." Her voice too has changed. No longer quiet, not anywhere near shy. No, she now knows that she has the upper hand suddenly. And just like that her hand is gone. I make a small whimper at being denied when things were so close. I hear her laugh quietly to herself in response. "Bitch," is all I can think.

What I unfortunately don't realize is I must have whispered it slightly because she looks back into my eyes with a funny little quirk on her face. "Excuse me?" She asks me, her voice slightly elevated.

I stare intently at here and figure I have nothing left to lose now. "I said Bitch. Stop teasing me and just do what you and I both know you want to do. "

"Oh, okay." She says back with a very snarky little attitude. "How about this?" and with that she lands a stinging blow onto my very open and exposed pussy. I cry out both in surprise and pleasure. The heat of the blow and the stinging slap on my clit ripple through my body like an electric current. Suddenly every nerve in my body is focused on my over excited clit. "Oh, you seemed to enjoy that. So you are that type of freak, are ya?" Another smack lands on my cunt, and then a very hard rub around my clit. I moan in response as I attempt to spread my knees further open to expose myself as much as possible. Her fingers glide up and down my suddenly very noticeably wet pussy. "Oh yeah, you like that. Your pussy is all wet, and so smooth. I bet you loved it when I was brushing up against it while I was massaging your legs." I moan again in response. She slaps my pussy again, and again, and again. Each time a little harder, more fire, more sting. Oh, she is good. I moan louder, and then cry out as on her last slap she quickly slides a finger up inside me and finds my g-spot. 

"Wow, you are so hot, and so very wet. " She thrusts her finger in and out of me, each time circling my g-spot with the tip of her finger. 

I close my eyes and moan yet again. "Yes, fuck!!! Oh that feels so fucking good." My voice is husky as the ripples of pleasure rip through my body. I can tell I am already getting close to an orgasm. "Yes, finger my pussy. Make me fucking cum." She gently slips another finger inside of me and starts to thrust them quickly in and out of me. So close. I can feel the pressure building as my body begins to shake. "Yes, that's it.....right there. FUCK!!!!" And I erupt. My body tightens up and then all at once blows apart as my orgasm rips through me. But it's not enough for my masseuse it seems as she quickly uses her other hand to start spanking my clit fast and hard. I scream out as my orgasm suddenly gets escalated to a whole new level. "YES!!!! Fuck, yeah!!!. Spank it you bitch. Spank my cunt!!! SPANK IT!!!" and she does as my orgasm continues to rebound through me over and over, each slap on my clit driving it higher and higher while her fingers continue to pump in and out of me.

Slowly I begin to come down as she finally stops landing blows on my clit and her fingers slow their pace in and out of me. I let lose a long, contented sigh of bliss. She slides her fingers out of me and once again I whimper a bit to myself. That felt so good. She gazes into my eyes with a devilish little smile on her face. She raises her fingers to her mouth and very slowly sucks my juices off of them. "Oh, you taste good."

I begin to respond, but instead a suddenly very masculine voice answers for me instead. "I'm glad you think so, " my husband's voice seems to come out of nowhere as he suddenly appear behind the masseuse. "Because you are going to get much further acquainted with it shortly." 

Oh shit, how long has he been there? What has he seen? I don't know, and secretly a part of me doesn't care. Things are going to get so much more interesting now, of that I am sure. The masseuse and I both gasp out loud as he grabs each of us by our hair, almost jerking me completely off the table in the process as I am a bit slow on getting up off the table. 

"What the..." the masseuse begins to ask something but it is cut off as he grabs her hair even more fiercely.

"Shut up, slut. My slave here has been very naughty and she needs to be taught a lesson to remind her who is in charge of that wonderful cunt of hers...and you're going to help since you were the one she was playing with. Time to show you to the playroom." And with that ominous statement he starts hauling us both down the stairs by our hair and into the basement. 

My mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement. Anticipation. Arousal. Desire. Nervous. A slight shiver of fear. Most of all love. I know that I am going to spend the next hour or so probably tied up and forced to do lord only knows what. I am almost positive that somehow this is all playing out exactly how my devious husband planned it. I wouldn't be surprised at all to find out that he saw the whole interaction between me and the masseuse since he was the one who hired her. 

Speaking of her, I wonder if she is prepared for the events that are about to unfold. I can't help but smirk to myself. Whatever happens it servers her right for being such a tease. I can't help but wonder what she will look like all tied up and helpless. Maybe I will get a chance to enact some revenge upon her body. I can only hope as we both stumble into the playroom.

As the lights come on I am greeted with one of my favorite sites. I often marvel at what my husband has done with this room. It's a fairly big room, taking up about half the basement area. The walls have been done up in a course grey stone blocks, like an old medieval dungeon. Through the center of the ceiling a huge exposed dark wooden beam is easily visible. There is a single window up high on the far wall that is covered by wrought iron bars. The window itself has been treated with a heavy tint. I can see through it from the inside and it allows light in, but you can't see through it from the outside at all. 

The floor is just plain cement but it is very smooth. There are a couple of dark toned throw rugs about the floor, mostly in dark reds and shades of black with old-fashioned patterns on them. All the various pieces of furniture are done up in dark woods. Any cushions are a deep red in color, whether they be leather or heavy fabric. The lighting in the room is very subdued, bright enough to see by but not so bright that it easily lights up the room. Most of the light is from mock torches that are bracketed to the wall. They look realistic enough, even having fake fabric "flames" that flicker about. The other light source is recessed up into the ceiling so well that I can't even see it really. There is also one last light source that occasionally gets used; a standalone lamp that can be used as a spot light for whenever my husband decides he is going to record a particular playtime event. Usually this is kept in the closet at one end of the room, so with it being out I am pretty sure that it is going to be used today...and I can't help but feel a thrill rush through me at the thought.

As for the rest of the room, hanging on the walls are several paintings depicting various forms of BDSM acts. Also hanging from the walls at several spots are heavy metal shackles dangling from chains. We have never actually used them as there are plenty of other ways to tie me up already. They were there simply to add to the overall feeling of the room. Along one wall, near the closet at the far end of the room, was a heavy wooden shelf. Upon the shelf were all the various paddles, floggers, crops, and other things that got used on me during our play sessions. Some of them were nice, some not so nice. More than once I have left the room with my back, butt, and thighs marked up from those toys. An involuntary shiver runs through me at the thought.




The Massage



The rest of the room was taken up by various pieces of furniture. There was a four-poster bed once again in dark wood. There were no blankets on the bed, just a mattress covered in dark red sheets. Along the head board and at various spots on the posts were metal O-rings that made for tie-down points. Beside the bed were several pillows of various shapes and sizes that were there strictly for helping to position my body better for various sex acts. 

The rest of the furniture was similar in color, although the nature of each varied. There was a large wooden cross near the window, a narrow table that was topped with red padding and that, like the bed, had O-rings all around the rim and down onto the legs for tie-down points. There was also a funny bench that looked kind of like a miniature picnic table with padding on the table and seats areas. In reality I straddled the table with my legs and arms bound to the seating areas. That one was nice for both spanking and for when Master decided to fuck me from behind either in my cunt or ass. 

And just like that I realize that my mind has already shifted into submissive mode. No longer is it my husband... he is my Master and I am his slave. I can't explain the mindset completely, all I know is that for the rest of the time I am in this room I will do whatever he wants. He is in control, my body is his. A sense of contentment washes through me and I breathe in deeply. The smell of the room hits me fully now, the wood polish, the leather, the subtle spicy scent of my Master's cologne that he sprays onto the wood to help "mark" his territory. Yes, this is my place, to serve him.

I glance over at my partner in crime. She is standing wide eyed as she gazes about the room. Not in fear, although I am sure that may be running through her a bit as well. No, her look is more of wonder. I assume she must have some experience in this type of adventure, but maybe she has never had a chance to actually be in a room before that was totally devoted to sex such as this one. I smile because ultimately this is my room. My Master devoted a lot of effort into making a room that he could bring me to and give my body the pain and pleasure it craved. 

"On your knees, now." I hear my Master's voice ring out with a very commanding tone. I immediately go to my knees without a second thought. Luckily I am standing on one of the thick throw rugs which helps to cushion my knees a bit. Like a good slave I place my arms behind me. The masseuse attempts to emulate me, but is slow. 

"I didn't say you, slut." She is about half way down when Master grabs her once more by the hair and jerks her back upright. She gasps out in a bit of pain but more in surprise. He hauls her across the room and snatches a paddle off of the shelf. Her eyes go very wide.

"You, slut, are going to receive your punishment first. I can't believe you had the nerve to come into my house and take advantage of my slave like that." He shows her the paddle, all black, but with the word SLUT carved out of it in reverse. I shiver having had the paddle use on me several times. The end results is that it leaves The word imprinted on my skin if it is used very hard. A simple smack does not do the job. This woman is about to have her ass tore up by Master, of that I have no doubt.

With the slut now beginning to whimper, Master drags her once more back across the room and directly in front of me. 

"So, slave, did this little slut make you cum?"

"Yes, Master." I reply. I can't help but have a little smirk. Oh, she is definitely going to get it.

"And are you supposed to cum without my permission, slave?" Master's voice is rough and very much in control.

"No, Master." I know my eyes are alight with the coming game. This is Master at his best. Slightly upset, but really milking the moment for all it is worth. The slut is standing stiff legged and her eyes are wide open. Her hands are both grasping Master's forearm trying to help relieve some of the tension on her hair that he has gripped in his fist tightly. She is breathing rapidly, but I can't help but notice that her nipples are jutting out, easily visible through her white tank top. 

"Take off her shoes and shorts, now." 

I begin to stand to accomplish the task, but Master quickly pushes me back down onto my knees. "I did not tell you to stand." I shuffle over to the slut on my knees and quickly begin to take off her sneakers and ankle top socks. The slut is easily being held in place by her hair still, and the one time she begins to struggle a bit is ended quickly as Master just lifts up further on her hair making her stand on her tip-toes briefly. "Now, now, I wouldn't advise moving or it will just be worse for you."

Her socks and shoes off, I reach up and grab her spandex shorts and begin to slide them down her legs. Underneath she is wearing a silky black thong. As I reach her ankles with the shorts she meekly steps out of them. "Her thong too." The slut whimpers a bit at the order, but I quickly move to comply. As I pull the thong down I get a good look at her pussy. She may not wax, but she has obviously recently shaved. She keeps it completely shaved except for a little black "landing strip" patch of hair right above her pussy. 

"That's good." Master moves the slut a few steps to the right, and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of Velcro cuffs. Letting go of her hair he quickly secures both her hands and above her head. 

"What are you doing?" her meek little voice emerges. 

"Shut-up, slut. You are going to be punished and the more you protest about it, the worse it will be for you." And with that he secures her hands to the beam in the ceiling with a length of rope going from the cuffs up to one of the O-rings on the beam. She whimpers, and then gasps as Master grabs a hold of the top of her tank top and rips it wide open. Her bra quickly follows as it is a front opening top that Master pops open with a snap of his fingers. 

She now stands in the middle of the room completely naked except for the bra hanging by its shoulder straps. I can't help but admire her body. I was right about her breasts, on the smaller side, but her nipples are very dark and long although not quite as thick as mine. The rest of her body has that same olive tan complexion with no tan lines. I bet she tans naked at a tanning salon. 

"Come here, slave." I crawl over the few feet between me and my Master. "I want you to eat out our guest's cunt. You are not to stop until she comes, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." I respond. I turn slightly and quickly dip my head down in between the slut's legs. Using my tongue I quickly bury it into the soft folds of her very wet pussy lips. Oh yeah, she's excited about all of this alright. I can easily taste her juices on my tongue as I begin to lick up and around her clit. She's very sweet with a faint tanginess. Her breath gasps out of her as I begin to flick my tongue back and forth over her clit. Her legs spread apart quickly to allow me better access which I take advantage of by leaning in further and letting my tongue glide back and forth over her wet opening, probing up inside her a bit with each pass. She begins to moan and I delve in more, eager to see how long it will take me to make her cum.

"Yeah, our new little slut likes that. Make her cum good, slave, and maybe my punishment won't be as bad. Feel free to use your fingers too." I eagerly respond and slide a finger up inside her, feeling out her g-spot as my tongue goes back to working on her clit. Her moans are constant now and her hips have begun to move back and forth as she chases my tongue. 

"Oh, Fuck, that feels so good. Yes, right there. Of fuck, eat my pussy. Make me cum." Her voice is getting higher. I intensify my efforts, eager to taste her as she cums. 

"Yes, I bet that feels good, doesn't it." Master's voice takes on that very evil little tone that he gets when he is about to do something bad. I almost laugh out loud as I am pretty sure what's about to happen. "Would you like to cum?"

"OH, Fuck yeah." The slut responds. She is oblivious to the fact that Master is now behind her....with the paddle. 

"I bet you would, Slut." And with that a very loud smack rings through the room as Master takes a full swing at her ass with the paddle. The slut cries out in pain and shock and even I wince a bit knowing full well how bad that paddle can sting. I am pretty sure there is a nice red imprint on her ass right now, with the white letters SLUT in the middle of it. 

"Keep going, my pet. If she wants to cum she better do it, because I'm going to keep spanking her...." SLAP, "until she does." The slut cries out again as the second blow lands. "FUCK!" I intensify my efforts yet again, flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit as I begin to piston now two fingers in and out of her very hot, wet cunt. Her juices are flowing faster now and I can taste her sweet, tangy flavor easily. Her breathing is fast and her moans are almost constant. SLAP, she screams out in pain and pleasure. She is close, but Master is timing it perfectly so that he lands another slap from the paddle right as she is about to go over the edge. 

SLAP. Her ass has to be on fire by now, of that I am sure. I plunge both fingers in deeply insider her and massage hard on her g-spot. Another SLAP and I bury my tongue hard onto her clit, flicking my tongue as fast as possible as I feel her body begin to shake hard.

"OH FUCK. YES!!! EAT MY PUSSY. ..... FUCK!!!" SLAP, and that does it. "YESSS!!!! OH, FUCK, I'm CuuummmmmMMMMMING!!!!" And her body convulses hard as her juices flood out of her. I let her ride my mouth through it, keeping up the efforts with my tongue on her clit, my fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of her. There's yet another SLAP from the paddle at some point, but slowly she comes back down, her legs shaking badly. I slide back from her a little bit. She is soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. Her eyes are glassed over a bit and there is a distinct smile on her face that says she is satisfied. 

Master grabs a hold of her hair. "Just like I thought, a slut through and through." She gasps as Master pulls her head back by her hair so that she is staring at the ceiling. "Now I will have to pay my slave back from the nice orgasm she just gave you." With that Master let's her hair go and then grabs her upper arm. With a quick little pull her spins her in place so that her ass is now facing me. I gaze upon her now very rosy-red ass with several well imprinted SLUT marks scattered across it. I shiver and wonder secretly if that's what he has in store for me. Whatever it is I am sure that he will bring me both pain and pleasure before the day is done.



The Massage



Jojo stretched luxuriously. The warm summer sun brightened the room but the the cool wind off the ocean helped make her stay everything she expected it to be. She rolled off the bed and strolled across to the window, leaning against the frame as she watched the windsurfers slide quickly along the shallows not 50m from her room. Perched up amongst the sand dunes, the airy quiet hotel complex was perfect location for her and her friends to take their "girl time". Maggie was due to get married the following week but had disregarded tradition, and ordered her friends on a sabbatical rather than the traditional hens night. Jojo wasn't complaining; the food, ambience and lifestyle were perfect here, she didn't know if she could even go back to her mundane life after this.

She heard a quiet knock at the door and strolled across to open it, her warm bathrobe wrapped loosely around her. Jackie (Maggie's maid of honor) had recommended a massage if Jojo got the chance, and so she had begged off windsurfing for a leisurely treatment. As she opened the door she was stunned; the build on the tall clean-shaven masseuse temporarily took her breathe away. Dressed in a tight white tshirt, white pleated pants with slicked back dark hair and a twinkling smile, he looked like something out of the glamour movies of the 1940s that she loved. He held out his right hand immediately and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Dan, you must be Jojo, are you ready for your massage?" Jojo just nodded as she felt the firm callused hands, wondering how they would feel on her skin. She reluctantly slid her hand out and gestured into the room, not yet trusting herself to speak. Dan walked in and setup the massage table he carried. "Is here okay?" Jojo nodded again and cleared her throat, which sounded abnormally loud to her.

"That's fine, wherever you want". Whilst he setup the table Jojo had a leisurely look at his strong shoulders and trim waist, his firm thighs and bum flexing as he bent to straighten this support and that. She felt herself becoming flushed, her pulse quickening. "Seriously, its just a massage, calm down" she told herself. Dan finished and stood, patting the top of the table.

"All done. Up you go. You should undo your robe first though." Jojo looked down at the robe which had parted slightly, showing more cleavage than she was used to. 

"Damn," she thought, "I really should have put something on underneath." Still, she undid the sash and carefully laid on the table face down. Dan dutifully turned away but she saw a flash of that cute smile as he did. As she settled herself he turned back and reached for the collar. She had her arms down the sides as he pulled down the back of the robe, baring her skin as he helped her pull her arms through. She covered each breast with her hand as she leaned back, only removing them when she laid back down. Still, she noticed how his eyes lingered on the swell of each as they rested on the table. She hoped he didn't realise how swollen her nipples were, she could feel them pressing against her hands as she had held them. "Get a grip woman, he's just doing his job." She hadn't cum for some time, and even the smell of this toned handsome man was doing nasty things to her tummy, little sparks running up her arms whenever he had touched her. 

As she laid there he started on her feet, strong fingers rubbing the stress away. She almost moaned at how good it felt. This man was an artist, and as he gently moved up to her calves she could feel herself melting, sinking deeper into the table as her body relaxed. She realised she was holding her breathe as his fingers smoothed over the back of her knee and touched her thigh for the first time. She squirmed a little, and with a sharp crack, she felt one of the legs of the table give way, down by her feet. The table started to topple and she started to slide down. Too stunned to react, she felt strong hands around her waist arrest her slide as she half turned. Just for a moment everything was still, as she realised that he was holding her and that her robe had slipped wide open. His right hand was behind her, supporting her back as the other laid on her stomach. Its amazing what she could feel in that instant, how his hands were strong and firm and yet soft and tender. How his face was just inches from hers, concerned. How one eye had these little flecks of grey in the blue. How his bicep felt hard against her hip, electrifying. Then she breathed, and it was broken.

"I am so sorry Jojo, are you alright?" he asked as he gingerly put her down. She grabbed her robe and pulled it up around her, but he could already see her breasts waving around in front of him, nipples hard as rocks. Still, she hoped she had a shred of dignity left. 

"I'm fine, just a little shaken" stammered Jojo. She sat down on the edge of the bed as he stood over her, unsure. 

"I am really sorry, let me just run this table back and get another." He folded the table up as best he could but before he could leave Jojo stood up.

"No, its fine, really. We can just use the bed, just put down a towel." He still looked a little uncertain.

"You sure? I mean, thats fine with me but only if you are good with it." Jojo grabbed the blanket and top sheet and pulled them onto the floor, just leaving the bottom sheet. Picking up a new towel off the hospitality tray she spread it out near the edge. With a deep breath she undid her robe again, this time sliding it off her shoulders and loosely holding it around her waist, breasts swinging freely, open to his gaze. She noticed his eyes never left her nipples as she sank down only the towel, draping her robe over her bum. She rested her head on her forearms as she waited for him to begin. This time she felt the drops of oil as he applied them to the back of her thighs, his hand collecting them as he smoothed them out and began kneading the muscles in earnest. She sighed, as she felt that restful feeling come across her again, but it was different. Whereas before it was pure relaxation, now there was a part of her that remained charged and alive, and all she could think about was the way that his eyes had devoured her breasts, tracing every curve and contour as she had prepared. Even now as his hands gradually moved up the back of her legs she struggled to keep her breathing slow and even, denying the electricity that was shooting through her nerves. 

As he reached near the top of her legs he stopped short, and move his hands back to her knees. A quick pang of disappointment was replaced with the realisation that he had placed his hands on either side of her left thigh, and started to move up, his fingertips working little circles into her sensitive flesh. She felt nervous and fearful, aware just how exposed she was with just the loose robe draped across her midsection, her pussy probably already exposed to his gaze. The thought brought a flood of juices, and she softly moaned. He stopped just for an instant, but then resumed, moving higher. Half way there his fingers softened, less massaging and more caressing now. Jojo though she would go mad as he drew ever closer, as her desire approached fever pitch. He was oh so close now, and she was sure that he could feel the heat from her pussy as she anticipated his first soft touches on her pussy lips, already swollen and wanting. 

Just as she was sure that she could feel the heat from his fingers on her lips they were withdrawn and placed on her right leg, as he started at the knee again. This time, as he moved higher she was on fire, as she struggled to keep her breathing under control. Her nerves sang as his fingers again stroked the soft intimate skin of her inner thigh. He drew closer and closer, and without realising it she edged her legs wider apart. He stroked higher and higher, and her desire rose with him. She almost slid down on the bed, forcing his hand into her soft moist folds but just as she felt she could take no more his hands were withdrawn. For a moment she was lost, but then she felt them again, not on her pussy but on her shoulders. More oil followed as she gradually calmed down, her breathing returning closer to normal as educated fingers worked every knot out of her tense back. She was still on fire, but now she smouldered where before she raged, deliciously savouring every touch. He worked wider, covering every pore until with a jolt she realised that he was touching the sides of her breasts.

"Sorry Jojo, did I hurt you?" She shook her head.

"No, not at all. Please continue." She dropped her head again as he stroked her sides, from her hips to her armpits. As he continued the long strokes she knew that he was covering more and more of her breasts on each stroke, and she arched her back upwards a little to make access a bit easier, hoping he would take the hint. He was only millimetres away from her nipples now, as he stroked up and down, the small callouses on his fingertips only enhancing the delicious feelings. His hands moved away from her sides almost reluctantly to the centre of her back as he resumed the slow circling movements. He moved lower, until he reached the slopes of her buttocks but this time he did not stop. As he moved lower he pushed the robe down until it rested across the top of her thighs, and then he kneaded her buttocks in earnest. She almost cried out in pleasure as he smoothed the flesh this way and that, stretching her cheeks apart before squeezing them back together. His thumbs were so close to her pussy now as he stroked, and the way that it was applying pressure was almost making her delirious. She felt on the verge of cumming, and this without even having been touched. She spread her legs wider, then squeezed them together, trying to amplify the sensations but to no avail. All of a sudden, he stopped, and lifted the robe back so that it was covering her cheeks again.

"Okay, I think your back is done, please turn over." 

Jojo didn't even think or pause, she simply threw off the robe and rolled over, her body lying naked before him. Just at that moment she didn't care; she wanted him to look, to touch, to take her. He paused for a moment, admiring the wanting woman, while she looked back at him. Her breasts and chest were flushed, and droplets of desire on the hair covering her pussy reflected the afternoon sun. There was no mistaking her need.

Once again he started at her feet, only moving faster this time. Jojo closed her eyes as his hands slid up her shins, over her knees and onto her thighs. He slowed as he got to the top of her legs, still kneading as he squeezed her legs, admiring her trimmed snatch and the sensuous waves emanating from it. He slid past and up higher, over her trim stomach and onwards towards the slopes of her breasts. She was almost panting now as he savoured these last few seconds before finally sliding his hands up and capturing a breast in each hand. She sighed as she finally felt the deliciously rough fingers caress and squeeze, pulling her nipples gently this way and that. She dropped her right hand off the side of the bed and curled it around his leg as he leaned over her. Her breasts felt on fire as he continued to play and tease, nipples growing so hard she thought they would burst. She could feel the hard muscles of his thighs as he moved, and she started to stroke up and down his leg, all the way from his cheek to his ankle.

Jojo had had enough, her body needed something more than the endless caresses that she had been getting. She opened her eyes and looked at Dan as he stood over her. She reached up with her left hand and grabbed a handful of his crisp white tshirt, and slowly pulled his face down to hers. She lifted her lips and met his, tongues racing out to entwine. She savoured his flavour, so manly and sexy, as she put her hand behind his head to draw him closer. She was the aggressor now, and had no time for subtlety as she grabbed his right hand from her breast and pushed it down to her pussy, opening her legs wide. She held it there and moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her clit, moving down between her wet lips to the entrance, more juices covering his fingers. She bought her hand back up and raced her other to his pants zipper, struggling to get it down, reaching inside to free his hard cock. She quickly stroked it a few times before she bought her hands back to his head, her lips still playing homage to his. She lifted his head and looked into his eyes for a moment before moving his head down to her breast. She moaned as he captured her nipple and suckled, but she only left him there a moment before pushing his head down. He took the hint and bent further over her, kissing across her stomach until his tongue collided with her clit. She moaned and her back arched off the bed, eyes closed as euphoria washed over her. She grabbed his throbbing cock and leaned forward, taking the tip straight into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the crown as her tongue bathed it all over. She was rewarded with an answering groan from Dan as she sucked the stiffness further into her mouth. Dan's tongue was stroking her clit up and down as he reached down and gently pierced her with first one finger, then another, coating them completely in her juices as he started to move them in and out in time with his tongue. She sucked harder in appreciation as his tongue travelled down to join his fingers, to push deep inside her. His cock felt like steel in her mouth, filling her. She loved his taste, the strength of him. All of a sudden she pushed him off.

"Now Dan, fuck me, hard." She spun on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the edge as she guided his cock with both hands towards her wet pussy. As the head split her lips she leaned back, placing her hands on the bed behind her as her eyes closed, concentrating on the swelling invasion of her pussy. Dan pushed in, so very slow, first the head as it spread her wide, and then as the tight ring of muscle stretched around it, the veined length of him. With just the head inside he began a tiny movement, back and forth, not what she wanted at all. It was delicious, sensual, enthralling, but she wanted more. She wanted, needed to cum. She wrapped her legs around him and forced him in, until he bottomed out. Her mouth opened and closed, swallowing air as the pleasure radiated up her body. Dan moved back out until just the tip was inside and then plunged back in again, spearing her deeply. Jojo grabbed his tshirt and pulled it off over his head, she wanted to feel all his body against her as he plundered her pussy. He drew out again and rammed in hard as Jojo fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wider, surrendering everything. He was still kneeling at the side of the bed, upright as he plunged into her, watching her body as it rocked in time with his, her breasts rolling back and forth, her eyes closed, breath pulling in rapid gasps. He plunged again, over and over. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing roughly.

Jojo could feel her body building as it rocked in time to the thrust of the hard cock in her pussy. The pressure on her clit each time he rammed home was unmistakeable, quickly steering her toward her peak. She grabbed his head and bought it down to hers, kissing him deeply, urgently. His skin pressed along her body inflamed her, and she arched her back as she came, body rigid as he continued to pound into her desperate for completion. He drove deep and his cock swelled even more as she felt the cum explode within her. She came again, and again as she felt his seed gush into her wetness, finally coming down from her peak as he slowed and came to rest on top of her, breathing hard. His cock gradually began to recede, bathed in their juices. He placed his head on her breast and she wrapped her arms tenderly around him as she placed her cheek against slick hair, now covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Same time tomorrow?" she whispered. He nodded, and raised his head to smile at her. She smiled back. "Next time you can leave the massage table, I don't think we will need it." 

Later that day when the girls came back Jackie remarked on how relaxed Jojo looked.

"Told you he was good. Pity he is gay, I would have loved to ride that!"

"What do you mean?" Jojo asked.

"I mean I tried everything on that boy," Jackie exclaimed, "gave him every opportunity, he just didn't want any of it. Oh well, his loss." Jojo smiled.



The Massage



It had been a great run and workout, but today Dina was really feeling it. Two days later, her upper leg and lower back were still sore; sore enough that pain relievers and hot baths were not helping.

Dina decided to get a massage.

Dina asked around and found a place not too far away that was recommended by an employee at her gym. She didn't know him well, but he was enthusiastic about the recommendation, so she made an appointment.

Dina showed up and spoke briefly with the masseuse. Her introduced herself as Cindy, and she was adorable. She was in her late 20s, with a great body, long wavy brown hair, wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants. She had B cup breasts, and from the tightness of the yoga pants, Dina was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties. Dina tried to sneak a peek and confirm, but she didn't want to be too obvious about it.

She showed Dina into the massage room and showed her where the towel was for Dina to change into. She told Dina to completely disrobe and lay on the bench face down while wrapped in the towel. 

Dina felt a bit odd, but figured "What the heck" and started to undress. When she was fully naked, she tied her hair up and she paused briefly to admire herself, turning backwards and forwards, really enjoying how sculpted she was becoming.

Dina picked up the towel, and was somewhat concerned that it just barley wrapped around her body, but figured that no one else would see, and then realized that since it would be draped over her when she was laying down, it didn't matter. 

As Dina slid the towel behind her back, she heard a knock at the door and Cindy walked in. Dina was completely naked, and was fairly certain that Cindy had stepped in hoping to catch her naked. Dina felt weirdly flattered and amused by this, that a hot, young masseuse would want to see her naked, but she wrapped herself up and sat down on the massage table.

Cindy busied herself walking around the room, lighting incense (which Dina wasn't crazy about) and putting on relaxing music. She approached the table and asked Dina to lie down. 

Dina lay on her belly, and Cindy had her lift herself up and slid the towel out from underneath her. She quickly folded the towel and laid it across Dina's beautiful ass.

Cindy slid her hand into a jar of massage oil and began to rub it on Dina's back. 

"I'll start on your back, and work my way down. I want to start loosening up your muscles slowly. OK?" said Cindy.

Dina was getting her back rubbed, and it felt great, so she didn't care.

Cindy was very quickly proving to be an excellent masseuse, and Dina was soon blissfully relaxed. Her mind started to wander, and she wondered why Cindy wasn't wearing any underwear, and the more she thought about it, the more she was sure Cindy had tried to see her naked. Dina started to get tuned on, and her horniness wasn't helped by the fact that a beautiful brunette was rubbing her back, her hands getting ever closer to Dina's ass. 

Just being touched was really starting to get to Dina, and she was getting horny. Plus, picturing Cindy naked started to really turn Dina on, and before she knew it, she was starting to get wet, with visions of happy endings dancing in her head. She had to figure out a way to control this, as Cindy was going to be focusing on her ass and leg muscles very soon, and she would know right away. 

Fate intervened, because just as Dina decided to stop focusing on Cindy's naked body and smooth pussy lips, Cindy, who was standing by Dina's head, leaned forward to rub Dina's lower back. As she did so, her pussy was almost pushed right up against Dina's face. That did it. Dina could sense and smell Cindy's pussy, and she knew the wetness wouldn't stop now.

Cindy moved to Dina's side, and said "I'm going to start massaging your gluteal muscles in your backside and the adductor muscles in your inner thigh now. If anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable, please let me know. 

Dina mumbled, "OK".

Cindy moved around to Dina's left side, and slid to towel off of Dina's body, leaving her completely exposed. 

She took her hands and lifted Dina's left leg up, moving it to the side, with her knee on the edge of the table. She leaned over Dina, and did the same to her right leg. 

After checking to ensure Dina wasn't looking, Cindy took a long, lustful look at Dina's smooth, round ass and at her smooth pussy lips. She couldn't help but notice that Dina was wet, and that her pussy was showing definite signs of arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmm", thought Cindy to herself. "I would love to slide my tongue in there..."

Dina was more aware of what Cindy was doing than her masseuse realized, but wasn't entirely sure of how to react to the attention. All she knew was that it wasn't exactly turning her off.

Cindy started rubbing Dina's lower back, and after a few minutes, was running her hands across Dina's ass, pausing occasionally to put more oil on her. 

Truth be told, Dina was feeling great, and not just because of the images in her head. Cindy was really loosening up her muscles.

"I'm feeling tightness in your sides as well", said Cindy, "So I'm going to focus there as well. The only problem is that we may run long. I have no one booked after you, so I'm OK with it, if you are. I won't charge you for the full hour though. OK?"

Dina dreamily answered, "OK" so Cindy kept going.

Soon Cindy was rubbing her hands up and down Dina's sides, really working her fingertips into Dina's muscles. She kept sliding up, and decided to test Dina a bit. She slid her hands across the sides of her breasts, and Dina let a little moan out.

Cindy paused and rubbed more oil into her hands, and put them back onto Dina's breasts. Using the oil, she started sliding her fingers under Dina's breasts. 

At this point, Dina decided to let her do whatever she wanted to her. She was that turned on, so she "pretended" to shift her body up a bit so that Cindy could cup her breasts. 

Cindy smiled, and knew this beautiful woman was hers to play with.

She briefly massaged Dina's breasts, and ran her thumbs and index fingers across Dina's nipples. She felt them harden in her hands. Another moan escaped Dina's lips.

Cindy worked her way back down Dina's back, and was soon massaging her ass. She was using both hands on one cheek, then the other. 

Kneading each cheek in turn, Cindy would also "accidentally" run a fingertip between them, running the back of her nail across Dina's asshole. With every touch, Dina would feel a jolt of pleasure run through her body.

The silence was broken by Cindy saying "I need to put a small pillow underneath your body so I can stretch your leg muscles as I rub them, OK?" 

Dina lifted her waist up until her knees were straight and her arms and head were still on the table. Dina felt like she was doing yoga, only naked. She knew she was so exposed, but she didn't care. Her beautiful tits were dangling down as Cindy slid a pillow under her pelvis. 

When the pillow was in place, Cindy decided to see if Dina was really ready. She ran her hands up Dina's sides, and took each breast in her hands. Cupping them, she kneaded each one briefly, and then slowly slid her fingers down, grasping each nipple. She gave each one a gentle twist and pull. Dina smiled. 

"Lie back down", said Cindy and Dina did. She was face down on the massage table with her ass in the air.

Cindy ran her hands back down and spread Dina's legs again. 

Starting at Dina's calves she massaged each one in turn, and slowly worked her way up Dina's left leg, first in the back of her leg, then slowly up her inner thigh.

With her left hand on the back, and the right hand inside, Cindy ran her hands up Dina's thigh, just to the outside of Dina's pussy lips, up and back, up and back.

Switching to Dina's right leg, she did the same thing, brushing her hand lightly against Dina's opening lips. 

Back to the left leg, up and down. Then Cindy ran her hand directly through Dina's ass cheeks, pushing her knuckle into Dina's asshole. She felt it give a little under the pressure, so she pushed a little more... and moved on. 

Dina was in heaven.

Cindy started rubbing Dina's lower back with her left hand, and she ran the back of her right hand down Dina's ass again, again rubbing her asshole with her knuckle. She kept it there, running it around in circles, gently, but firmly. She felt Dina's ass rising to meet her hand.

Smiling, she stopped rubbing, and Dina lay back down. When she was back down, Cindy slid her hand lower, and ran her finger all the way down Dina's slit.

"Ooooooooh..." was all she heard. 

Dina was as horny as she'd ever been. She was dripping wet, and wanted this girl to make her cum. She pushed her pussy back into Cindy's hand, and was rewarded with Cindy's finger finding her clit and running circles around it.

As she rubbed Dina's clit, Cindy's thumb found Dina's asshole, and she matched the circles around her clit with gentle pressure and circles around her asshole. She knew that she could slide her fingers inside Dina if she wanted to.

But she wanted to hear it.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?" Cindy asked?

"Yes", answered Dina.

"Are you sure? Because I want to play everywhere." said Cindy.

"Yes." answered Dina.

"Then tell me", said Cindy. "Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want."

Dina paused momentarily, but she knew she was too far-gone. 

"I want your fingers inside me. I want them in my pussy...", said Dina.

"Just your pussy?" Cindy smiled.

"My ass. My ass too. Put your finger in my ass too. I love that. Please, don't stop."

Cindy smiled, and slowly, ever so slowly, she slid her middle finger inside Dina's soaking wet pussy, as deep as she could go. At the same time, she slid her thumb into Dina's tight asshole. 

When they were both inside, she held them there, and gently brought her fingers together.

Dina could feel the pressure inside her, and she moaned, loudly.

Cindy began sliding her finger in and out of Dina's pussy, and tugging at her ass gently with her thumb.

After fucking Dina for a few minutes, she slid her fingers out. 

"Lift yourself up, life yourself the way you were before." said Cindy.

Dina lifted herself up, and when her beautiful ass was up in the air, she was rewarded with Cindy's fingers back on her pussy. 

Cindy started rubbing Dina's clit again; more circles, occasionally flicking across it with her fingertips.

She would slide her fingers up and down her slit, slide one a little bit inside, and then move back down. 

Dina felt Cindy's other hand sliding down her back, towards her ass. She felt it slip between her cheeks, massaging and rubbing, probing and teasing.

"More" she said. "Put a finger inside me again".

Cindy smiled, and slid her index finger deep inside Dina's oiled ass. 

At the same time, she began to push harder against Dina's clit. Circling. Pushing. Fucking. Rubbing.

Dina's orgasm had been building for a while, and though she tried to hold back, she gave up, and exploded. She came in waves, and it felt like she came for hours.

As she started to come down from her orgasm, Cindy stared rubbing again, bringing Dina right back to the edge, and she exploded again. 

Then she did it again and again. It was heaven.

After a few minutes of non-stop orgasms, Cindy slowly rested Dina back down on the table. 

Cindy ran her fingers up and down Dina's back and legs, relaxing her.

She leaned down towards Dina's ear, and whispered "Turn over." 

Dina wasn't sure if she could cum anymore, but she slowly rolled over.

Cindy leaned down, and came back up with what looked like two towels, folded into long rectangles. 

She took one and placed it over Dina's breasts; the other she placed over her pussy. 

"To preserve your modesty", Cindy giggled.

Dina looked up at her, and smiled. 

"No," she said. "I want you to see me. I like you looking at me." With that, she took the towel off of her pussy and dropped it on the floor. Her landing strip and swollen lips were very visible, and she saw Cindy looking down. Smiling, Dina spread her legs open for her. 

Seeing Cindy's reaction turned Dina on, so she spread her legs ever wider, and pulled her knees back.

Cindy stood there, looking at Dina, taking all of her in. She looked so sexy. 

Cindy slid her index in middle fingers deep inside Dina's pussy, twisting them around, and pushing them up against the sponginess of her G-Spot. 

She fingered Dina's pussy, then pulled her fingers out slowly, and brought them to her mouth. She slid them into her mouth and sucked Dina's juices off of them. Dina looked at her and said, "I want some too." 

Cindy leaned down, and kissed Dina's soft mouth, and as Dina opened her lips, Cindy slid her tongue inside, both of them enjoying the taste of Dina's pussy.

Cindy looked hungrily at Dina and said, "I want more..."

Before Dina could say anything, Cindy moved down, spun Dina sideways on the table, and sucked Dina's clit into her mouth.

As she sucked on Dina's clit, Cindy was also sliding her fingers into Dina's pussy.

Dina was dripping so much, that her asshole looked perfect. Cindy smiled to herself and slid a finger into Dina's ass, then another. As she sucked on Dina's clit, and flicked it with her tongue, she fucked her ass with her fingers.

Dina lay there, enjoying the feeling. This stranger was eating her like no one ever had. This was the best she'd felt in forever. She pulled the towel off of her beautiful c-cup breasts, and started playing with her nipples.

Dina loved being rough with her nipples, and was vigorously pulling on them. 

The combination of the pussy sucking, ass fingering and nipple pulling made Dina explode, and she had her biggest orgasm of the day.

A few minutes later, Dina was recovering. Cindy has straightened her out on the table and covered her with a towel.

She leaned in to kiss Dina, and said "Same time next week?"

Dina smiled.

*****

After a few days, Dina was horny again, and went online to find some porn to help her masturbate. Like most times, she went looking for porn involving two women. Dina logged into her favorite movie site, and starting scrolling through the videos. Soon enough, she saw an amateur one that caught her eye. It was called "The MILF and the Masseuse". It seemed a perfect way to relive her experience.

Dina clicked on the video, and all of a sudden a very familiar looking room showed up on her laptop screen. And then, she saw...



The Massage



After a long, hard day at work I arrive at home into your loving embrace. You kiss me and ask how my day was. I tell you I'm tired and that I'm going to lay down as I remove my shoes.

Walking into the bedroom you follow me, stopping me from laying down with your hands on my shoulders. Kissing the back of my neck, your sweet lips feel so warm and inviting. You whisper in my ear to relax and enjoy your sensual massage.

Rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck still, is so lovely. Hands travel down my back, into my pants pockets and I feel you squeeze my butt. I moan, reaching back for you. "No honey, just stay still and relax. I'll make you feel real good." Your words whispered in my ear before your tongue licks my lobe. More moans of pleasure are exhaled from my mouth.

Now, I feel your hands massaging my inner thighs, sending a warm sensation through my groin. Your touch is arousing. My balls in one hand from behind as your other hand rubs my hip, getting closer and closer until you find my now fully aroused cock. My pants bulge from the excitement.

Facing me now, you kiss my lips, unbutton my shirt. Each button gives me a kiss from your sweet lips. One on my lips, then my cheek, now my neck and down my chest till you're on your knees. Shirt is on the floor, your hands rubbing my chest, lips kiss each muscle on my stomach. I'm melting from your love.

Looking up at me, smiling, nails scratch downward, across my abs and to my waist. Fingers smoothly unbutton and unzip my slacks, pulling them completely off, exposing my tight boxer briefs you love me in. You see a wet spot that you made. Pre cum from my hard cock. It makes you giggle, embarrassment showing on my red cheeks, you reassure me how much you like it with your kiss through my boxers, tasting your reward, moaning along with me.

Getting back up, your tongue slithers up my body so teasingly, ending with a kiss on my neck. Telling me to take off my boxers and lay on my stomach so you can massage me, I do as you please.

Naked and vulnerable for you, I await your loving touch. Pouring baby lotion all over my body to start your sensual massage, a line from my neck, down my back, on each butt cheek and the length of each leg feels cool on my skin.

First, you start on my neck. I moan the entire time cause your touch is so erotic. Your hands working my muscles into a relaxed state. I'm putty in your hands. Yours to mold and do as you want. I drift off into ecstasy, loving every touch.

My shoulders melt from your caress. My arms at my sides are like jelly. Unable to move. I feel your thumbs on my spine, fingertips caressing my ribs, going all the way down my back until you reach my ass. Then, tingles course through my spine as you work your way back up my body and down again.

Massaging my ass and working down my legs makes my toes curl. Your hands rub my inner thighs up my groin. Fingers wrap around my exposed balls, squeezing and massaging them.

Flipping me on my back after you teased me enough, my dick is sticking straight up, pointing at you. I see you blush a little. It brings a smirk on my face. You lean in with a kiss, hands rubbing my chest, lips pressed into mine. I'm so aroused by you, needing release. My nipples are twisted in your fingers. Neck sucked on by your mouth. You lick me up my neck making my whole body shiver and ache for you.

More lotion is dripped on my flesh, now burning with passion. Hands stroke me up and down. Thighs being massaged makes me squirm. You tease me. Smiling down at me as you stroke my cock a single time. I moan loudly. Wanting you so bad.

Both hands affixed on my cock, one on top of the other, gripping me tightly, leaning into my ear, breath warm on my skin, heart racing, you whisper "Do you want me to finish massaging every muscle? Don't speak, just...mmmm, moan."

Oh God! I moan with such yearning. Stroking me gently up and down, you moan as I moan, making it so much more pleasurable. I can feel my orgasm is nearing completion already. My moans increase in rhythm with yours.

One hand continues massaging my dick while the other massages my balls. My body arches as I near my orgasm. It only makes you go faster. I moan more and more. So you moan more and more. No longer able to hold back, my cum shoots all over my belly. Moaning your name as I cum, you moaning "Yes, Yes, Yes, cum baby, cum!" Stroking my shaft, releasing every last drop, each hard gripping stroke releases more, squeezing my balls enhances my orgasmic ecstasy.

My long orgasm comes to an end. Body is very, very relaxed from your... full body massage. You clean me up, kiss my forehead telling me to relax, take a nap and that you'll be waiting for me to wake for even more sexual play.

I hold you in my arms as we lay together, me naked and you loving every bit of it, arms wrap around me, hands still massaging me. I drift off to sleep, dreaming about what you have in store for me with a smile upon my lips and your love in my heart.



The Massage



I got into professional massage as a young man because I wanted to touch hot young women's bodies. Period. I didn't have any musical abilities, wasn't great at sports and was only average looking. I needed some way to be able to touch their bodies so I started learning massage.

Like anything as I got better at it I began to care more about the greater good than getting off and by the time I was finished college I was adept at giving massage. I know because it got me laid a lot. 

Yes a lot. 

I had begun to work out, fill out and gain confidence and all that but I was also really good at massage. I learned anatomy, kinesiology, sports massage, therapeutic and sensual massage. I learned everything I could from as many sources as I could. I became a virtuoso of massage. 

I moved to a resort town in California close to Hollywood and I opened a spa in the hopes that I would get to use my hands on the most beautiful woman in the world. Movie Stars.

This was five years ago that I made that move and it worked, not right away, but it worked. At first I had a wide variety of clientele but word spread and before long a visitor came to my spa at the end of the day when I was packing up to close.

I had an accountant and a receptionist on staff and that was it, so it wasn't odd that I was alone when my visitor arrived. She was a pretty woman in her thirties in great shape with perfect hair. I perked up thinking that I might get to work on her when I recognized her from a week before. 

That session had been great. I had lavished her body with care, I treated her to a luxurious massage with scented oils and I gratified her physically turning tight muscles into butter. I had her moaning like a cat purrs and she looked almost faint when I watched her leave. I felt guilty about letter her drive away she looked so out of it. 

Now she was back.

"Hi. You're back soon." I grinned at her to show I was pleased to see her again. I remembered she had a gorgeous British accent just before she spoke.

"Do you have plans tonight?" If she was asking me out she was doing it oddly. She seemed very professional not flirty. 

"No..." 

"Can you take a client tonight?"

"Sure." I didn't mind touching her again.

"Can you do it offsite?" she was speaking rapidly and seemed to be testing me somehow. I decided to become as professional as she.

"That costs extra." 

"Of course. Can you be discreet?" she arched a brow at me but her expression remained neutral, giving me nothing.

I simply nodded 'thinking loose lips sink ships'. She seemed to like that because she smiled a tiny bit, just the corners of her mouth.

"Your client is a very wealthy and famous woman. This is a real honour you are being given but gossip and rumour can be murder in her line of work. You must sign a confidentiality agreement before you can meet her. Your fee may include the inconvenience of silence, but the penalty for breaking the agreement..." she looked around at my simple and somewhat cheap looking spa. "It would ruin you."

"Am I going to be asked to compromise my ethics by your client?" I asked.

"No. Your service will be exactly what you did for me." She smiled a genuine smile then and sighed. "Exactly. That was the best massage I've ever had." I loved how she sounded when she wasn't being a professional, she sounded smoky, sultry and smart. "How soon can you be ready?"

"Do you have a table for me to work on?" 

"No."

"Then give me twenty minutes to finish closing, pack my table and grab some oils and things. You can wait here if you like." I indicated my lobby with its soft chairs and calming décor. She nodded and went to a seat and picked up a magazine off a table. She chose a celebrity gossip mag. 

I quickly finished my cash out and did all the things I needed to do a massage off site. I added one item I'd never taken off site before and I am glad I did.

The blonde didn't introduce herself because we'd already met, but I couldn't remember her name. It bothered me for some reason. I guess because I thought it might help me have sex with her. 

We drove for a while out into the mountains. Before I could ask where we were going she supplied, "We're going to a movie location. My boss is working. The massage will be in her trailer."

"An actress?"

"Yes."

"You said famous?"

"Yes." 

"Got it. Is she... difficult? Is there anything I should know going in?" I hoped I sounded professional. I didn't want it to sound gossipy.

"No. She is a great boss. I love her. She's sweet and funny and generous. But private. She likes to control what gets out there. She is a smart business woman."

I let it go, curious about this actress but unwilling to look like a newb. I tried to act like this was normal for me. This was my dream come true however. I was praying she was some hot young starlet. 

The set was out in the wilderness. No town for miles. We drove through security and past all sorts of trailers with cables snaking out, generators running and people hustling everywhere. It looked like barely contained chaos.

The blonde pulled up to one among many trailers each identical. Leading me to one particular one she opened the door for me as I carried my table and backpack of stuff inside. The living room area was small but big enough for my table. It was full of little items that indicated it was being well lived in. It was neat and girlie but well used. 

The smell was of delicate perfume with a musky sexual odour that perked me right up. I set up my stuff under the watchful gaze of the blonde and I tried not to glance at the closed door at the rear of the trailer. 

When I was finished she pulled out the confidentiality agreement and went over it with me point by point like a lawyer but I was sure she wasn't one. It wasn't harsh, I didn't feel, but it was complex and comprehensive. It took twenty minutes to get through it all. I signed without reservation. 

"Ready?" she asked.

"Not quite. I need a few minutes to warm up my arms and to do a little meditation to centre myself." 

She nodded like she heard stuff like that all the time. In Hollywood I bet she did.

She left me, going back to that door at the end. 

I quickly pulled out the extra item I had brought and placed it very carefully. Then I did stretch and meditate because I needed to calm the fuck down. 

When I was ready I called out just loud enough to penetrate the thin door and not be disturbing. The blonde came out and said "She'll be right out." She came to me and instructed "Take your time and be thorough. She'll call me when she's done." And she left with what looked to be a wistful expression. 

Now, as I said, I'm average looking, a full head of thick dark hair, brown eyes that I'm told are nice and a good build from years of working out. I dress in tight, expensive yoga clothes to show off my body. I want to look tempting to my clients. I want them to feel lust when I massage them, even the ones I don't want to sleep with. That lust brings them back over and over again. 

On the other hand I really do massage well and want people to feel healthy and have the best body they can. I try my best to be charming and genuine. I am a nice guy who likes to have sex with beautiful, sexy, consenting women. I try to be kind while still being dirty minded. It means being in the moment and respectful to anyone I meet but most especially to women.

But I'm a horny guy and I love to touch beautiful women. I have, on occasion, let my touch wander ever so slightly to regions of the body they probably shouldn't when I am with a client. I've let my fingers massage a little more of their breast tissue than I should, but I don't grope. 

I have found myself peeking under the sheet to look at their nipples or bums while I'm working. I'm kind but not a saint. 

Yet something about this situation had me thinking very bad thoughts. I was a little ashamed of myself but I was helpless to stop.

And when she walked in, my biggest celebrity crush, my dream girl, I was inflamed with such lust at the merest sight of her that I felt my cock stir in my tight stretchy pants. 

Wearing a silken kimono she glided into the room and smiled at me shyly. It seemed as if she were embarrassed to be so famous and to have to play this cloak and dagger game with me. But seeing who it was I felt it was probably necessary.

Keira Knightley held out her hand for me to shake and in her perfect English voice said "Hi, I'm Keira." 

I shook her hand and smiled at her like she was pranking me and I loved the joke. "Is Ashton Kutcher going to jump out in a minute?"

"Oh god no!" she gushed and laughed openly. 

I was in love. 

"Okay then. I guess we can begin. I will step out for a moment. Would you please undress and slip under the blanket lying on your front." I pointed to the rear of the trailer. "Is back here okay?" 

"Yes." She said and watched me walk back to her bedroom. 

I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it every limb shaking and tingly. The power of her stare, the intensity of her presence it was overwhelming. I felt like I had been standing in the sun too long, heat stroked and burned. I had kept it together but meeting someone who I had desired from afar for so long in the flesh was a powerful experience. 

And she lived up to it. She was slim, obviously, but it was amazing how petite she really was in person. She didn't look at all anorexic in real life, more elfin. Her eyes were luminous and her skin glowed like no one I had ever seen before. I mean she just radiated light somehow. 

I forced myself to relax and I glanced around the room seeing a bed take up most of the space. It was scattered with different coloured sheets of paper. It was a script but for some reason it had pink, blue and yellow pages seemingly randomly shuffled into each other. 

I caught a glimpse of underwear and bras amid jeans, shirts and dresses piled here and there before I heard her call out that she was ready.

That voice! It was confusing to hear such a familiar voice but without any audio equipment condensing and amplifying it. That was just the naked sound of her actual vocal chords and it sounded more real. 

Yes I listen to vinyl, so what. 

I took a deep breath and put on my best yogi face and walked calmly back into the room.

She was leaning her head on her crossed arms, eyes open, watching me walk over. Her bare shoulders peeked out from the sheet and the swell of her buttocks drew my eye. I looked at her bum and then looked at her eyes and saw her notice me looking at her bum. Her eyes glittered. I think she liked being desired. 

I adjusted her head and arms and began to massage Keira Knightley.

I don't know what you do for a living but in my job this was the utter pinnacle of achievement. The subject was a perfect body to work on, she was relaxed and pliable and very soft to touch. Her muscles were firm but relaxed, she moved with me breathing through my strokes and adapting to how I changed her muscles. 

I was inspired to do my best work not only because of who she was or how I felt about her but because her body was a piece of art that I was being allowed to help perfect. It seemed as if I were allowed to sculpt the very finest piece of alabaster into the form of an even more perfect woman. 

For half an hour I forgot that I was massaging Kiera Knightley and I focused on manipulating the best musculature I had ever been allowed to touch. I was overjoyed to hold such perfect skin and to knead such gorgeous muscle. 

Then she broke my reverie by moaning the most erotic sound I had ever heard. It made my testicles lift and my cock to throb. My mouth went dry and my hands lifted ever so slightly from her skin.

"Don't stop. Do that again, right there." I pressed down and continued to massage her thigh high up near her buttocks. I had pulled her right leg out from the sheet and was working on it. Everything else was covered up. 

"Oh my god that feels amazing. I've been riding a horse in the film." I kneaded the same spot again digging deeper and she grunted with pleasure. "Yeesssss." She hissed as I continued. My cock sprang to life and I worked the spot deeper and deeper until I felt her tissue begin to give and loosen back to its natural form. 

Then I moved my hands higher. I repeated the process eliciting the same sounds and growing more aroused. Then I moved higher and eventually I was massaging her buttock. I was caressing her ass, doing my job, but also indulging in feeling up her perfect butt. 

Clearly she was enjoying it. She was lifting her ass up off the table meeting my deep presses. It was totally carnal, like I was fucking her butt with my hands. Her movements were minimal but signaled her lust loud and clear. 

I worked my way over her entire glute bringing the sheet up over her butt exposing it. Between her buttock her little asshole peeked out as I massaged her flesh. I stared right at it working her cheek and getting off on seeing her anus winking at me as I massaged. 

Then I went to the other leg. I covered up her right but when I uncovered her left leg I exposed all the way up to her ass and most of the other cheek. I could see her pussy pouting down from between her thighs. 

I watched it intently while I kneaded her legs all the way from her foot to her upper thigh again. I watched her nether lips open slightly, then some moisture gather and her labia swell more and more as I once again groped her ass in the guise of a massage. 

I could smell her musk mingle with the essential oils I was using on her skin. I bent close as I once more manhandled her perfect butt, both cheeks this time. I separated her globes and peered at her sweet pink pussy glinting wetly at me. 

I massaged her inner thigh letting my fingers occasionally brush her labia. When she didn't protest, but rather spread her thighs wider by millimetres each time I dug under her, I knew we were on the same page.

I massaged closer and closer to her pussy letting my fingers brush her sex more and more brazenly. Then after enough time had passed to make her moan with need I began to massage her thick pussy lips. 

It was the smoothest baldest pussy I had ever touched. She must have had a great esthetician because there wasn't a hint of stubble around her lips. I worked my hands deeper into her cleft and massaged her clit making her body jump. 

I openly masturbated the most desirable woman I had ever been in the presence of and she squirmed and humped my hand wantonly. I didn't pierce her with any fingers I just rubbed around her lips and clit over the hood. I had to build this up slowly. Take my time. 

The whole time she was panting and moaning under my hands. They were the most seductive sounds I had ever heard. 

I switched position. I moved up by her head and pulled the sheet from her body exposing all of her backside. I massaged down the long muscles of her spine, spilling oil all over her making her slippery and shiny. 

I ran my hands in long strokes that included her buttocks and plunged down between them pressing over her pussy and anus. She sighed and gasped when I ran my fingers over her sensitive holes and when I reached down along her long back my hard cock pressed onto the top of her head telling her how much I was enjoying this as well.

I had to swallow to get some moisture into my throat before I spoke. I lifted the sheet high and stood on the other side of it. "Please roll onto your back."

Behind the sheet I heard her turning and when I saw her face appear she looked like she had just woken up from a long sleep. Her expression was dazed and disoriented. I was being a little bit cruel stopping before she could get off but I was sure she would appreciate the tease later.

I draped her once more and her nipples poked through the thin white sheet clearly as the cloth draped her gorgeous body. Her velvety brown eyes looked up at my face but I didn't make eye contact yet. I was all business as I revealed her left leg and oiled up the front of her thigh. I worked her thigh deeply and soon she was right back in the zone, moaning and sighing as my hands worked magic on the large muscles of her leg. 

This time I didn't take as long to get to her pussy. I massaged up her leg and uncovered more and more of her as I ascended. I pulled the sheet to the side and exposed her hip and lower belly. I worked from left to right moving inward toward her stomach and soon was rubbing her mons, massaging that wonderful swell of flesh just above her succulent slit. 

I pulled the sheet off her more and more and when it was obvious I must have exposed her pussy she simply lay still accepting the treatment. I was still doing my best work but now I was rubbing over her lips and clit once more, making my movements cover large swaths of her skin but focusing on her sex. 

I lifted her thigh up and out spreading her sex before me. I massaged all along her inner thigh and covered her sweet lips with oil, rubbing and spreading her dripping cleft. I was brazenly gazing at her wide spread sex and memorizing the look of those fabulous lips all wet and open for me. 

My cock ached to part those pink folds, the petals of her inner lips unfurled with desire. I was massaging not masturbating at this point but there was hardly any difference. The biggest difference being I was not focusing on getting her off yet. 

Kiera wanted to get off that was clear, but she was also letting me do what I wanted. She didn't say anything or appear frustrated at all. Leaving her bald pussy exposed I worked over her stomach up to her breasts and pulled the sheet from those famous tits. 

I wasn't sure how many movies I had seen her naked in but it was a lot. I had been masturbating over pictures and videos of her tiny tits for years so I thought I had them memorized. But seeing them in the flesh, so small, so firm, the pink nipples deliciously hard and ready was almost too much. 

I saw her smile as my hands found her orbs and begin massaging the soft mounds of her breasts. She moaned as my fingers plucked her nipples and as I squeezed the meat of her gorgeous A cups. 

I've heard men call small chested women boyish but I've never understood that. Small breast to me are delicately feminine. Keira's tiny boobs were soft and smooth, decidedly womanly. The flesh was pliable and yielding to my touch, her nipples a hard contrast that were tight and erect. 

Breathing more and more harshly she trembled under my touch as I caressed her supple mounds. I tweaked her nipples and rubbed them under my palms getting her more and more aroused. Lying before me she was stark naked save for her right leg which was still blanketed by the sheet. My hands roamed everywhere caressing her skin massaging her body and invading her sex. 

I finally began to work her pussy for real, dipping a finger into her slit and curling it deep inside as I sought her g-spot. I plunged in and out of her depth while my other hand fondled her breasts, no massage now, simple pleasure my only motivator. 

In a few moments of concerted effort to get her off I brought Keira to at least two powerful climaxes. She arched up off the bed and fucked my hand as I worked her g-spot and clit alternately. She was passionate and vocal and it had me beside myself with hunger to fuck her lithe body.

It was captivating to see that famous expression as she climaxed her visage so similar to the way she looked when she pretended to climax in sex scenes. To be the person orchestrating that pleasure was even more intoxicating. 

When she collapsed to the massage table after second climax I eased off and rubbed her body all over bringing her back from wherever she went when she came. Her little hand groped my leg and climbed until she found my cock and she squeezed while we both moaned lewdly. 




The Massage



I stepped closer to her head and used both hands on her astounding chest. Her hand massaged my shaft eagerly and she pulled down my waistband and exposed my erection to her questing eye. I looked at her face and saw her eyes widen when she pulled me out.  

I'm not going to expect you to believe me when I tell you about my cock, I wouldn't if I were you reading this but I'm going to go ahead anyway, think what you like. I am above average from what I've read. Just a bit over seven inches long my cock is a little smaller than my wrist around. That means it is bigger than the average woman's wrist and in Keira's case quite a bit bigger. 

I can't say what her other lovers have been like but Keira seemed a bit shocked by my size and she rolled over onto her side to get a good look at it. 

"Oh." She said sounding pleasantly surprised. Her hand wrapped around my shaft and she began to stroke up and down. My hands rested lightly on her side and my fingers stroked lightly along her ribs as she jacked me off watching my cock move in and out of her fingers. 

Then what happened next will forever be burned in my mind. It was the stuff of countless fantasies and the actuality was far, far better than anything I had come up with in my mind's eye. 

When those perfect pouty lips wrapped around the head of my cock I almost fainted. I could feel her warm tongue explore the tip of my knob and I trembled with joy. Her hand still pumped me and her mouth slowly worked further and further down my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper into her famous face. 

Her sculpted features were utterly ubiquitous, appearing on so many magazine covers that it seemed I had seen them every day of my life for the last ten years. Now those famous cheek bones were right in my crotch, those hollow cheeks were hollow because she was sucking on my cock. Those lips that I had seen kiss actors in movies were now kissing my dick. 

And best of all those amazing brown eyes were looking up at me as she sucked my throbbing cock. How could I reconcile what my eyes were seeing with what I had seen on a dozen movie screens? 

Even now I can see it perfectly in my mind, I have too much materiel to work from not to be able to. I have seen her face more than most people I know except family and very close friends. I can see her face moving and speaking in dozens of movies and every so often a shot will be the perfect angle to flash me back to her sucking on my cock. It is amazing.

Keira was very good at what she was doing. She took her time and lavished me with attention, working my pole like she meant to savour my flavour all night. Squirming around she lay on her back. This gave me access to her marvelous tits once more. As I groped her body she pleasured mine. Sucking me fantastically she coated me in her saliva and I could hear the soft sound of suction from her throat as she worked me deep and milked me for cum.

This was easily the best blowjob I had ever received. Much of the delight was because of who it was, but as my body reacted I realised it was also because she was fucking good at giving head. This woman knew what she liked and what she liked was my cock. 

I had a moment of wanting to prolong my pleasure and live in this moment forever but I also didn't want her to stop before I could cum so I let myself go, giving in to the pleasure and raptly watching the most desirable woman I had ever seen struggle to bring forth my sperm. 

I was sure that she wanted to drink my cum, she was putting way too much effort into it not to, working with such enthusiasm that I had no doubt she was after my load. 

So I gave it to her. 

Even now much later I cannot believe it happened. I felt my orgasm coming on I reached down and gently rested my hands on her hair and fucked that world famous face with my completely un-famous penis. 

The burning heat of her mouth, the slip and slide of her tongue working over my shaft and knob, her gorgeous lips wrapped around my tip and stimulating my glans were utterly mind-bendingly amazing. And when I clenched, my body tense with need she worked harder, her fist pumping quickly and her mouth bobbing over me greedily. 

Then, wonder of wonder my orgasm exploded and I had to fight to keep my eyes open to witness the glory of cumming into Keira Knightley's fabulous mouth. 

Oh god I wish I could relive that moment forever. I wish I could truly share it with you. Picture the best orgasm you have ever had from oral sex. Just sit in that memory for a moment, I'll wait.

Recall how much your knob or clit burned under your lover's mouth. The heat, the wet, the tingle of it. Now layer in the greatest love of your life. Imagine it is them doing it, if it wasn't already. It might be tough but just give in to the idea of all that passion mingled with all that affection. The need, the heat the yearning to be accepted giving in to utter fulfillment and approval. I cannot stress this enough, Keira chose to let me do this. She deemed me worthy and by letting me spill myself into her mouth she told me how very cherished I was at that moment.

Now back to you. 

Can you layer in to all that memory the idea of doing that with the person you most desire in the world? Can you do it? Is it someone who you have never been with? Is it a person that you never expected to ever meet but hoped beyond hope that you might? 

That is my memory. This goddess who I had craved for years to be with was now swallowing my sperm. She drank my essence and pumped my cock to milk me for every drop. I came and came unloading years of desire into her mouth. I held my gaze on her mouth and face as she accepted my gift happily. I could see and hear how much she enjoyed it as she gulped and whimpered her desire. 

I grew more and more sensitive as my climax abated and it became too much to handle but I forced myself to remain in her oral grip as long as she was willing to have me there.

Far too soon, but an eternity later, she opened her eyes and looked up at me from past my cock, then she opened her lips and let my cock fall from her mouth. I caught a glimpse of her tongue licking along the underside of my cock as she leaned away from me, her fist still wrapped around my hardness. 

That glimpse is burned on the back of my eyelids. I can call it up whenever I like as if I were taking out a photo and looking at it. My cum on her tongue. My knob, bright pink, between her swollen lips. The shape of her mouth open around me. My god it is my favorite memory. 

But that wasn't the end of our time together.

Keira flopped back on the table and sighed as she wiped her mouth and swallowed my sperm. I was shaking from the orgasm she had given me but seeing her spread before me in all her glory had me vibrating with lust. I bent over and began to suckle those amazing breasts. 

Keira's skin was warm and her breasts smooth and soft. I gripped them, massaging them greedily as I slurped on her hard nipples. My head was close to her throat and I heard her making the most delicious little whimpering sounds as I worked over her breasts. It had my recently satisfied cock throbbing with need. 

Working under the conceit that my mouth was in any way clean I bathed her breasts with my tongue and lips more thoroughly than anything I had ever cleaned in my life. I had been dreaming of touching her breasts for years. I never thought to be able to actually kiss them. 

I worked over both tiny, firm mounds for so long she grew impatient. She moaned and squirmed until I woke from the religious ecstasy I had fallen into while worshipping them. 

I began to kiss my way down her flat tummy, once more marvelling at my luck to be licking the muscles of that famously fit stomach. I delved into her belly button, once pierced, but no jewel sat there now. I worked lower, both of us eager for what came next. 

There was no way I could tease her, not after all the time it had taken me to get to this point. I opened her legs and looked up her body to make eye contact. I looked into those huge beseeching brown eyes and smiled at my celebrity crush. Keira was shaking and her eyes were glazed, the pupils wide open with passion. She managed a smile and I lowered my mouth to her sex.

As my tongue landed on her lips Keira's hips lifted to meet me. She sighed as I stroked my tongue up the length of her slippery cleft and tasted her. She had a lovely, clean, almost flavourless pussy. The smell of her passion was stronger than the taste of her juices and I loved them both. I lapped and explored her vulva making sure to pleasure her as well as- if not better than she had pleased me. 

I gazed up her body as I lewdly devoured her pussy. The way she writhed under my tongue was incredibly sexy, the lean muscles of her body tightened alluringly and she heaved and clenched seductively. 

There was something animalistic and primal about how she twisted and undulated seeking both more from my mouth and less when it became too much. I reached up and groped her breasts once more unable to stop touching those amazing orbs. 

I drank her nectar and tickled her clit and thoroughly enjoyed the experience of going down on such a responsive and beautiful women. Kiera clearly enjoyed having a man eat her out and I put everything I had into making her love my particular style. 

I licked every cranny of her sex while making sure to spend gradually more time licking her clit. I would ravish her tender button for a while until she began to buck her hips up at me then I would slip away and poke my tongue deeply into her vagina or suck her thin inner labia into my mouth. Then when she settled down I would go back for more of her slippery bud. 

When she made a mewling protest I stayed on her clit and sucked it or tickled it for a time. Then when her breathing grew fast and her hips rhythmically humped my mouth I began to suck her in earnest. I worked her clit hard now, pressing my tongue over her button and pressing, then sucking it in between my lips.

My hands fell from her breasts to wrap around her hips to lock my mouth on her tiny nubbin. I flicked it, licked it, spit on it and nipped it. I made her cry out more than once as I found some new way to stimulate her throbbing clit. 

Then finally she climaxed. With her thighs spread wide Keira thrust her pussy up at my face and arched her back, her hands clawing at my table as she came. I drove a finger inside her and curled it around to rub her inner wall, hoping to find her g-spot. She started to shake, her body straining with passion and exploding with sensation. 

I held on and fucked her hot, wet slit with both my finger and my tongue. I did everything I could to prolong the pleasure she was receiving and it worked. She came forever. On and on her climax, or climaxes went. I was grinning into her slit as she whimpered and thrashed on my table her body under my total control. I played her pussy like a violin, making sure to work every string and finger every note. 

Finally she gasped out for me to "Stop, please." Running my tongue all along her sex one last time I lapped up her spilling fluids and grinned up at her from between her thighs. I was as happy as I had ever been to have pleasured that talented woman. 

"Oh God. That was unbelievable.!" she said her accent so crisp even while she slurred from the endorphins flooding her brain.

Her tiny hand reached own and tangled in my hair and she pulled me up the table to her head. She pulled me in and planted a kiss on me, tasting herself on my lips. She kissed me like a lover, like an equal. It was deep, passionate and grateful. 

Licking my mouth Keira smeared her own juices over both our faces as the kiss went on and on. Our mouths began to fuck and I settled my weight on the table and pressed my body to hers. I groped her chest some more and let my eager cock brush along her hip enjoying the sensation of her skin touching my sensitive knob. 

Her hand found me there and she began to stroke my length as we kissed like high school kids exploring a first lover. 

Breaking away Keira moved her face back and looked at me intently. I had seen that look in movies as she assessed a lover. Now I was that lover, incredibly. 

"Please." Was all she said, her eyes warm, hopeful and her expression vulnerable, as if she felt I might say no. 

Amazing.

I positioned myself over her body, between her legs and I aimed my cock at her opening. I paused and took in her body spread before me, inviting me in, her face anguished that I hesitated but her hands on my arms urging me on. 

I hesitated, drawing out the moment. One doesn't just plunge into a life changing event. One must pause and acknowledge the transition if one can. I did. 

Then with infinite care and joyful anticipation I pressed forward easing my cock inside the body of one of the world's most famous people. 

I can't even come close to describing the sensation. There was too much going on, too many factors at play to find the proper words to capture precisely what I felt. I've tried numerous times to write this perfectly but I just don't have the ability. 

It was much like any other sexual experience, her pussy was hot, wet, soft and amazing, but really it was so much more than all that. I felt welcome. I felt desired in a way I had never truly felt. The look on her face as she was filled by my cock was complex and rich. 

Her eyebrows tensed downward; perhaps she was hurting a bit from being filled for the first time in a while. Her mouth opened slightly and the tiniest of sighs escaped sounding like angels singing praise to god to my ears. Her gorgeous eyes opened wide and locked with my own and I was lost inside that brown velvet darkness. 

The heat inside her pussy was incredible and her slippery walls felt utterly smooth and supple around my shaft. I could feel my head pressing her open wider and as I eased in her legs opened wide to accommodate me. 

Then I bottomed out. I was not quite all the way inside her body but I felt my cock bump against the deepest part of her. It felt warm and tight, not hot and wet. She needed time to take me this deep. 

I eased back and began to fuck Keira Knightley. I took my time and made love to her. I did love her right then, more than any woman in my life. I moved in and out of her grip and gazed deeply into her eyes. She gazed back so I was taking my cue from her.  

I could feel her pussy relax even more and accept my entire length. Once I was giving all of myself to her I picked up the pace a bit and she responded by closing her eyes and moaning that amazing moan she'd uttered as I massaged her. 

I settled into a rhythm letting my hips do what they wanted as my right hand began to massage those amazing breasts some more. Kiera opened her eyes and lifted her mouth to me. I kissed her again as we fucked and I groped her tits. 

For her part Keira's hands began to roam over my arms and shoulders, her fingers tracing the muscles of my body, gripping me hard at times and gently caressing me at others. It was wonderful.

We fucked like that, like two lovers reunited after a long absence, for quite a while then she started breathing harder and I increased my pace. I began to drive into her harder than before, but not slamming into her.

Keira gasped and panted and I slowly matched my rate to her sighs and moans. Bit by bit she drew closer to another orgasm and I worked at incrementally fucking her harder and harder. 

When she began to grunt the most delicate, demure grunt you can imagine I smiled and began to drive deeply into her not holding back at all. I wanted to hear her scream if possible. 

I saw her climax at least two times as I started fucking her powerfully. I could see her chest grow red, her face flush and her eyes open unseeing as pleasure flooded her brain. I felt like a king. The King of Sex. 

Then I felt a tingle in my feet of all places. I knew I was going to cum again and I stopped focusing on her pleasure and started to ogle the amazing woman thrashing below me. I was fucking one of the world's most beautiful women. I stared at her as she climaxed below me and felt my own orgasm surge up my length ready to spill into her. 

"I'm going to cum." I hissed. 

"In my mouth." She pleaded between gasps as I drove fiercely into her quaking cunt. 

That plea made my balls clench and sperm surge up my cock. 

I withdrew from her pussy and she gasped at the loss. I scrambled up the table and knelt on either side of her head stroking my cock as my climax threatened to overwhelm me. 

Keira lifted her head and took over stroking me with her mouth and hands. I erupted immediately filling her mouth with the second load of the night. My hands gripped the table and I literally fucked her face, humping my exploding member into her suckling mouth. 

It seemed like she might have been coming too, her body writhed beneath me and she made the sexiest mewling noises as she drank jism from my knob. This climax seemed to go on and on. Waves of pleasure washed over me each time I clenched and squirted more spunk into her slurping mouth. 

One of her hands cupped my balls and the other stroked my shaft as she milked me for all the sperm I had. Soon the sensations grew too much to handle and even though I never wanted her to stop I had to pull my cock from between her lips and sit up high so she couldn't put me back into her mouth. 

Gasping to try and regain my equilibrium I knelt over her, my cock dangling over her flushed face as I tried to calm down. Keira began to lick my balls and even though that was too much for my fried brain I could bare it. I wasn't as overwhelming as her suckling my knob. 

Once I calmed down more, my breathing back to a rate I could sustain without fainting, she took my knob into her mouth once more making me jump. Keira suckled me for a bit, then began to rub my cock over her cheeks and lips easing us both back from the intensity of before. 

It was a powerfully erotic sight seeing her caress her face with my tool and I watched rapt as she smiled while snuggling my cock affectionately. I wish I could fully implant that image in your minds. I was watching one of the most famous faces in the world caressed by my cock. It was happening right in front of me and it was mind blowing. 

Then she lay back and sighed deeply, finished whatever little ritual that had been for her. 

My instinct was to lie down beside her and cuddle, but I felt that would be too much familiarity so I simply climbed off the table. She watched me move with a secret smile and obvious appreciation. I grabbed my oil and poured some over my hands and once more began to massage her body. She sighed and smiled as I worked over her entire front once more. 

I brought her back from the tension of sex into the languid state of post orgasmic relaxation. That was why I was there. To relax her. 

She drifted off someplace while I eased tension from her body once more, then I left her there covered in the sheet as I dressed myself. 

Slowly she shook off the dreamy quality and gathered herself. 

"That was brilliant. Just what I needed. Thank you. Lauren was right, you are very good." 

Lauren, that was the blonde's name. 

"At the risk of sounding rude, I had a wonderful time. Thank you." I said. "I am a huge fan and that was a dream come true." 

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it." she grinned coyly, cheeky in the face of my gushing. 

I smiled back, equally saucy, knowing full well her mouth still tasted of my sperm. "It was the memory of a lifetime." 

"Oh. Just a memory? I had hoped you might want to return. I'm still shooting her all week."

My cock jumped in my pants. "I believe I may be able to come again soon."

"Ah, well that's certainly a relief. I find your services most... satisfying." Keira rose from the table leaving the sheet behind and walked naked to her room, her robe left where it dropped earlier. "See you again tomorrow?"




The Massage



"I wouldn't miss it."

The blonde, Lauren, arrived a few minutes later and paid me. The fee was far more than I had asked for, but nowhere near a bank breaker for Keira Knightley. Lauren seemed curious about what had happened but was too stoic to ask questions as she drove me back to town. 

For the next week I provided the same service for Keira. We massaged and fucked in numerous positions and each and every time she took my load in her mouth and swallowed my seed. We also always ended with her rubbing my cock all over her face gently. It really was some kind of ritual for her. 

When she was done filming she gave me the best tip any client had ever bestowed upon me. She told all her friends about how good I was. Within months I had provided stress relief for no less than five major Hollywood beauties. Each one of them whether married, single, or dating, each one required a happy ending. 

I am the luckiest man in the world.



The Massage



A warm summer evening, the lights are dimmed, scented candles burning, and soft music in the background playing.

A few glasses of wine and enjoyable conversation, flirting, a boast and a challenge accepted. Soon you have undressed and lay down on the bed, with only a light sheet covering your beauty.

I pull the sheet back slightly so I can touch your skin...my hands begin to move across your shoulders, kneading your muscles, my fingers working firmly into them. Applying some massage oil to your back...my hands moving down your sides and then up the middle, slowly working the muscles along your spine up to your neck and across your left shoulder. 

Gradually down your left arm, working the muscles, feeling you relax under my ministrations. Down your arm to your hand where I massage your palm and then each finger individually...softly kissing the tips of each finger before moving to the next.

Leisurely working my way back up your arm and across your shoulders to repeat the process on your right arm and hand...again kissing the tip of each finger before progressing further.

As I reach your shoulder once again I work my hands down the center of your back and then upwards along each side of your body, my fingers brushing against the curve of your breasts as you lay there.

Working my hands back across your shoulders and downwards once more, my thumbs along your spine with my fingers splayed out across your back...down further and further. Feeling you relax even more under the pressure of my hands.

You feel my hands getting closer to your ass cheeks and your anticipation rises...wondering what I will do next.

My fingers caress and cup your ass as my thumbs trace along the outline of your cheeks. Moving my hands to the left to begin working my way down your leg, my fingers brush softly against the inner most part of your thigh causing you to moan lightly and spread your legs just a little...I can feel the heat, see the wetness and smell your arousal...I resist the temptation to stop and take you. 

I continue my way down your left leg...squeezing and kneading your thigh and calf as I work towards your foot...

Leaning over...you feel my breath on your lower back as I gently kiss your skin...my tongue traces the groove between the cheeks of your tight ass and you moan again...raising your hips from the bed...pressing back against my tongue...wanting more...

I kiss your ass and rise up...and you release a quiet sigh of desperation.

Continuing to work the muscles in your leg...down to your ankle and foot...massaging each toe...you feel the heat of my breath and suddenly I am kissing and sucking your foot and toes...again you cry out in pleasure and frustration...

Working my hands upward along you leg...closer and closer to your wetness...brushing your lips as my fingers pass by to your right leg where I again repeat the touching, massaging, kissing and sucking...ever increasing your arousal...

I begin slowly moving my hands upwards, working the muscles in your leg...higher, closer...once again, your anticipation builds as you wonder where my hands and fingers may roam...

Drizzling oil across your ass with one hand as the other continues to move and manipulate your body...my fingers capture the oil as it slips downward between your cheeks...

Finger tips slipping inwards...sliding past your tight ass...touching your wetness...spreading your legs further apart to give me better access...causing me to moan in erotic agony as I gaze upon your beautiful body...

Using my fingers to massage and pinch the outer lips of your pussy...seeing and smelling your arousal has me on edge...you can feel the hardness of my cock through my jeans pressing against your leg as I continue to touch you...my fingers going deeper inside as my thumb presses against your ass...slipping it inside you. Moaning and crying out with need you try to press back against my hand...wanting and needing more...touching you so intimately...feeling, hearing your cries of passion begins to break down my resistance...I need you...

You are close to cumming and I move my hands slowly away causing a whimper of disappointment to escape your lips...

I turn you over and as my hands begin to move across your stomach and chest I lean in and kiss your cheek as you lay with your eyes closed...embracing the feelings coursing through your body..

Pouring oil across your breasts and rubbing it into your chest and stomach.. 

My hands moving upwards across your chest along your neck... You feel my fingers touching your earlobes...massaging across your temples and brushing your cheeks...down your neck...

You feel my breath on your lips and open your eyes slightly to see me close...smiling as I look into your beautiful eyes... closer ...I kiss your lips lightly and then return my focus to pleasuring your body..

You feel my hands slowly traveling downwards...spending time on your heaving breasts, circling your nipples with my fingers...capturing and gently pinching them as they slip through my finger tips..

Further and further down until I once again touch you...there...against your clit and then lower...slipping one...then two fingers inside your body as you cry out in pleasure...

Using my other hand, I massage your pelvis just above your pussy...pressing down as my fingers slip inside you...touching your g-spot...using the finger of my other hand to touch and tease your clit ...massaging and teasing the lips of your wetness.

Moving my fingers inside you again and again drawing you closer and closer until you can no longer hold back and scream out in pleasure as your body convulses as waves of pleasure rock through your pleasure tortured senses again and yet again...

Bending down...I hold you tightly against me...when your orgasm subsides, I hold your face between my hands and kiss you once more...



The Massage



We had given my daughter and her boyfriend Kyle a couples massage package at a local spa as a Christmas present. Kyle always seemed too busy to schedule an appointment and Monika ended up using the entire package for herself. I had teased Kyle several times about loosing out on the gift and jokingly offered to make it up by giving him a massage myself. My massages are usually for my husband, but I have often provided somewhat therapeutic treatment for Monika after strenuous athletic events over the years. 

Earlier this week Kyle had overexerted himself playing basketball with friends and for several days appeared somewhat sore. Monika asked if I would give Kyle a massage to relieve his aches. Feeling that it was a little odd to give her boyfriend a massage I replied that she should learn and encouraged her to give it a try. 

Monika's attempt at treating Kyle's stressed muscles must have left a lot to be desired as last night she asked me to help her with Kyle. I gave in thinking that I could show her some simple techniques and leave the rest to her. I told her to get things ready including some hot massage oil and that I would find them after cleaning up in the kitchen. 

Entering Monika's room, I found Kyle face down on the bed with towels across his rear and shoulders, and Monika sitting in a chair beside the bed reading through a massage instruction book. This seemed a little weird but figured what the heck, she probably needed my help. Taking the book from Monika, I told her to pay attention. 

I moved the towel from his shoulders to his lower back and rubbed some massage oil onto my hands. Starting at his neck I massaged his upper back and shoulders, moving then to his neck and arms. Feeling tense muscles, I really worked his arms and shoulders. After ten minutes he was beginning to loosen up. As I moved from his neck to the sides and top of his head he really began to relax and feel better. 

Back to his shoulders, I worked down his back, removing the upper towel. As I worked to his waist and moved the lower towel a bit, I realized that he wasn't wearing any shorts. Not wanting to appear flustered I rubbed more oil on my hands and continued to work the muscles in his lower back and upper buttocks. 

Moving toward his feet, I fully stretched his toes and arches working each foot and ankle before applying more oil and tackling the still tense muscles in his legs. His leg muscles were relaxing as I worked on his knees and thighs. Figuring it was now or never, I removed the remaining towel exposing his bare ass. Trying to act like a professional, I continued to work his thighs and buttocks. He spread his legs ever so slightly as I kneaded his ass cheeks. Winking at Monika, I told Kyle that he had a beautiful ass but he really should start shaving his balls! The tips of my fingers lightly brushed his ballsack and he flinched, instinctively raising his ass and spreading his legs just a bit. Laying a towel back across his butt, I gently rolled him over to continue to work his legs, being careful to keep a towel covering his now partially erect cock. 

Working on his legs as he lay on his back, Monika and I both noticed that his cock continued to rise under the towel. Monika giggled and teased Kyle about getting and erection in front of me. He replied that he couldn't help it and I assured him that many men got aroused while receiving a good massage. I finished his legs and moved to his chest and shoulders. As I stood beside him, the towel slipped, exposing his full manhood. Without flinching, I covered him and continued what had now become somewhat sensual stroking of his chest and arms. 

Working down his abdomen I removed the towel and massaged his thighs, brushing my arm against what I now saw was a solid eight inches. Oiling my hands again, I cupped his balls and grasp the base of his shaft. None of us said anything as I slowly stroked the beautiful young cock pulsing in my hands. I could no longer resist and placed my tongue just above his balls and slowly licked all the way to the tip. 

As I engulfed the head and shaft with my lips, Monika had moved to him and was kissing his forehead. I pulled off of his cock and began to lick his nutsack. As I felt him begin to tense I moved back to the head to capture the flow and suck down the hot load. 

As I wiped my lips and stepped toward the door, my legs were weak and my head was spinning. I had to leave before I really lost control!



The Massage



Late one night I was just getting off work when I decided to text some friends and see what everyone was up to that night. It was a cool night in spring, almost everyone was either "busy" or going to bed for school or work the next morning. 

One friend said what she was doing but never indicated that she didn't want to talk or she didn't want company. She was stuck at home, doing homework, it was due the next day, but she was having trouble staying awake. I, being the friend that I am, offer my help, whatever I could do to help out. She agreed so I was off to her house in an instant. Taking the next right it was only about seven minutes to her place.

Once I had arrived she was either to enveloped in her work or didn't want to many interruptions, and texted me again 'just come in', she was in her room.

Walking back to her room seemed perfectly normal, it wasn't the first time I had been to house. The hallway was dark as the only lights on in the house were the front porch and her bedroom. I found her sitting cross legged on her bed in front of her laptop. 

She looked up at me and asked, "Aren't you going to school for massages?" 

"Yes... Question mark." I said.

"My shoulders are killing me, could you?" She asked knowing that I would.

"I don't have any massage oil, or lotion or anything, it's not going to be my best work" I start to complain but she cuts me off. "I just need to stay awake, and relieve some of this pain."she says as she rubs her shoulder in vain.

I finally agree and sit behind her on her bed. She is wearing a spaghetti strap t-shirt that looks like she was getting ready for bed, her bra straps are clearly visible. Her shorts have draw strings that are tied in the front. Her bare feet tucked under her crossed legs.

"how am I suppose to massage your shoulders with all of this in the way?" I ask.

She peers over her shoulder and scowls at me, then stands up and goes to the bathroom. A couple moments later I hear the toilet flush and the sink water run. She comes back and sits down on her bed, back to me. Crossing her legs again, I immediately notice her bra straps are gone. 

I start off with the neck muscles, apply light pressure, before moving along her shoulders. I don't lift my hands over the straps of her shirt, instead I push them off her shoulders, and they fall lazily over her arms.

My view is of her head and her back, her hair is only shoulder length, so it isn't a problem. I start pressing my thumbs into her shoulder blades and she arches her back and moans.

"Did that pinch?"

"No, I think you popped something, it felt good"

I continue the massage moving from her shoulders towards the center of her back. Tracing the outline of her spine with light pressure from my thumbs. Moving down along her spine, she arch's her back slightly, inline with the placement and movement of my hands.

Massaging down her back I push her shirt down as I work. I notice that the only thing holding up her shirt are her tits. I move my around to her sides and her shirt falls off of her breasts. 

Moving my hands to her front I massage her stomach. Methodically massaging her stomach and guiding my hands upwards, I brush my hands against the underside of her full D cup breasts. Her breasts are as soft as I thought they would be. 

She didn't move, at first I wasn't sure she noticed. She had to have noticed. I brush my hands against her tits again, this time longer, massage just below them. 

I gather my nerves together and cup my hands over her breasts "massaging" them. She doesn't protest, but continues to type on her laptop.

Tap, tap, tap, she goes on the keyboard.

Suddenly, she catches me off gaurd, "My knees are bothering me," she says.

I instinctly let go and she turns to get off the bed. Standing up, she turns around and I get a full view of her tits. She grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head giving me an even better view of her perfect breasts. Then she gets down on her knees, moving the laptop in front of her. As she goes back to typing, she looks back up at me "are you done?" She asks.

She is on her knees on the side of her bed. Bending forward at the waist letting her breasts fall comfortably onto the bed. I get up and stand behind her getting down on my knees before massaging her neck and back again. 

After about a minute or so, she turns her head to look at me, "are you hard?" She asks.

"No," is my response. Which was the truth at that moment. 

"Interesting," she says.

"That might be my belt buckle you're feeling," I say thinking that she is complaining about something poking her. 

"No, your belt buckle is up here" she says as she reaches around and puts her hand on my belt buckle. "your dick is down here" she says and without missing a beat puts her hand on my, then, soft dick. Leaving it there for a moment almost in disbelief that it is still soft.

With my hands on her shoulders and her hand on my dick, I was left in a very erotic position with a growing hard on.

"Can you get my lower back, too" she asks nonchalantly.

"Sure," I say.

Moving down her back I notice her shorts are more loose now than when I had first arrived, they easily fall in response to my advancing hands. My attention is immediately distracted as I realize she isn't wearing any panties.

It isn't long before I realize her shorts have fallen to the floor and my hands are on her bare ass. 

I return my hands to her back before moving around to her stomach again. My nerves have long since gone, I slowly move my hands down to her groin before I use my index finger on my right hand to rub her clit, and slide my middle finger on my left hand into her wet pussy.

She moans softly as I work her clit, I remove my left hand from her pussy and begin to remove my belt and drop my pants freeing my now hard dick. Lowering my dick, I slide it over her pussy lips and she moans again.

Sliding my dick back and forth over her pussy, making her snatch nice and wet before I enter her. 

"Wait..." she says. 

She straightens up and braces herself against her bed, I stop moving, my dick spreading her pussy lips aching to be inside her. I can feel the juices excreted by her pussy on my dick.

I reach around and grab her tits, pinching her nipples. 

There is a long pause but she doesn't say anything else.

I pull back one final time, she feels the blood rushing through her body and leans over almost laying down on the bed. I push my way into her, I go almost all the way in on the first go. She moans loudly in acceptance of my hard cock into her. 

She arches her back as her first orgasm hits her immediately, her tight pussy squeezes my cock as wave after wave rolls over her.

We have great sex that night, and continue to have sex most nights after that.



The Massage



It had been a great massage until I turned over and realized he was naked and had a huge cock hanging over his big sack. I had thought he paid a lot of attention to my glutes and while it had excited me when his fingers brushed my ass hole a couple of times, I figured it was just part of the process.

I was a little uncomfortable when he had said to turn over because I was a semi hard. When I did turn over, his manhood was only inches from my face. I got even harder and as he reached for my cock and as I avidly opened my mouth he pressed his massive meat into it.

"Is this your first?" He asked as he smoothly stroked my meat. "Cock I mean."

I could only moan around him.

"But you have been thinking about it?" He followed?

"Mmmm." Was all I could reply overwhelmed with lust as my fantasies materialized right in my mouth. It felt so wonderful having his tasty cock in my mouth, to run my tongue and lips over it. 

I could only get about 3 inches of it comfortably into my mouth and he didn't feed me any more. He was a mouthful with only part of him in me. His girth almost filled my mouth but left room to work my tongue over him and savor the feel of something inside me.

Always loving giving oral pleasure to women I had joked that my pleasure center was in my tongue. This was far different. Instead of covering something with my lips and sticking my tongue into someone, I had something entering my body. It freed something feminine in me. My manhood was not shaken and that surprised me as much as anything. 

As he took my sack into his firm grip he said: "Go ahead, find out what you want to know. Enter the world of pleasuring cock. Feel it entering your body like nothing before. Explore the sensations of it on your tongue and through your lips. Savor it cock sucker. You are a man who sucks cock"

"That's right, you are a cock sucker now, embrace it. It means you give pleasure to men with your mouth. Not everyone can or will do this. But you, a man, can and will gladly do it. Suck my cock, man, like no woman ever will be able to. Give the pleasure that few can and take strength from it. Feel the power knowing with just your mouth you have me, a man of certain strengths and power is under your control." 

When I reached for his balls he held my hand and said: "No, not this time. Use just your mouth to take complete control of me. Make me yours. Take some more of me into your power and take me to the limits of pleasure."

He had stopped touching me and had his hands on the table supporting himself. I could see his legs shake as I felt his shaft pulsing and knew I had taken us where I had never been before and it excited me like nothing I had ever done.

I was consumed by what I was doing then and could not believe it. It had been a dark hidden fantasy of mine for so long. Unexplored but always lurking there in the shadows of my psyche. I masturbated to gay and especially bi porn all the time and even had thoughts of cock when with my girlfriends.

As my mouth filled with spit and his precum I worked my tongue over the crown and shaft. I tried to open the orifice in the end to suck more of his juice out of it. It had little or no flavor and I wanted more. The way he felt sliding through my lips felt amazing. I was finally sucking a cock and it was un-fucking-believable.

I was salivating so much and he must have been leaking a lot because my chin and the side of my face on the table were covered with it. His smell filled my nostrils. A combination of fresh sweat and soap,, the oil he used undercut by the scent of what I could only describe as man scent. Far different from the aroma of a woman it was equally arousing to me.

Watching sweat roll down his flat taught stomach I could see his balls pull up tight to his body as the first of his semen flowed into my mouth, I could feel it racing down over my tongue into my throat. I was so overwhelmed with the sheer volume of it. I couldn't keep it all in my mouth and had to swallow. There was so much and it was coming so fast but I had trouble containing it. It was different than his early juice but nothing strong or unpleasant. I was ready for the flavor as I had tasted mine on more than one occasion in many different ways.

And he was right; I was filled with power just knowing I had brought this perfect specimen of manhood in his prime almost to his knees. The sensual erotic pleasure was one thing but the sense of empowerment was stronger.

"Oh my god, take it, suck my cock, feel the power and know that few have ever made me feel like this before. Just knowing I am your first is so fucking hot. Know that you have me completely in your power now. It pleases me so much that I will have to return the pleasure to you." He said as he had to finally move and slowly fucked my mouth as the last of his essence emptied into my body.

"Know now that you are not gay, but that you are a man of certain pleasures and they are more than most. Believe me when I say that the next person you make love to will benefit from it. You have explored a part of you that few know of and even fewer have seen. It will make you more aware of your senses and your partners.

As he slowly pulled his beautiful cock from the grip of my mouth, I was disappointed it was over. I wanted to suck him again, and right then. I wanted him back in my mouth but this time I wanted to use my hands, maybe even more.

As he straightened up his cock hung down, not soft but definitely well used covered by my spit and he was the living picture of so many cocks that I had jerked off to. Wanting to kneel in front of him and take it back into my mouth and feel the power return to him he said: " Now I will do something for you, anything you want."

As he moved to hover over my crotch he took my hot hard cock into his hand I asked: "Anything?"

"Of course!"

Looking into his eyes I rolled over and raised my ass towards him as I spread my legs.

Smiling he said: "So, you really want to experience more of the other side don't you? Good for you, relax and let me bring you pleasure."

Pulling me by the thighs to the edge of the table he had me kneel. I lay forward to rest my head on my forearms as he spread my legs as wide as the table. He started massaging my ass like he had earlier when I was surprised by how aroused it had made me. 

"You didn't think I noticed did you? I knew immediately who you were by the way you reacted to my touches on your ass. I knew you had some wild animal to free deep inside your soul. Finish the process; release the rest of the beast. It is just a side of you that you never wanted to face, but it is natural and should be freed." He spoke almost in a whisper.

As he spread my cheeks wide I could feel his hot breath on my long neglected opening, now about to be freed. Teasing me with just his breath I reached back to take my cock into my hand. Once again he took my hand in his and said: "No hands for this too." 

Resting back on my forearms I submitted to him, trusting that this would take me to yet another level of awareness and sensuality.

As he finally touched my anus with his thumb tips he said: "Relax this portal, let me take you to one of the last places you have often desired but would never allow yourself to go."

"One of" I questioned myself. 

Relaxing my hips to his caress as his hands spread over my cheeks, then my thighs followed as his strong hands worked their way down them. I then realized that I was clenching my ass hole tight and tried to relax there too. He must have seen his because I could feel his hot breath entering me as I opened up. 

As I moaned he speared my opening with his tongue tip. It felt searing hot and as he covered my ass hole with his lips I think I swooned. That's the only way I could describe the feeling. Not one I associated with a straight man until that day. But like so much that day, everything about me was changing, my feelings for sure but my thinking too.

As he spread my cheeks even wider he did what I can only describe as make love to my ass. Quickly I realized it was exactly what I had done with my mouth to his cock.

As he sensed me completely surrender to his oral caress he paused to ask: "Has anyone ever done this to you before?"

"Oh my God, no, never. It has always just been a fantasy."

He continued to explore my past with more questions. 

"Has anyone ever touched you here? Entered you with anything? A finger or toy?"

"No, nothing. I have touched myself in the shower at first and a couple of times when I masturbated, but it was never satisfying. Nothing as nice as this, don't stop. Please don't stop." I confessed and begged.

"No worry there, I said I would do anything to help you continue to free yourself and won't stop until you can take no more."

With all this talk I had lost my erotic edge and my cock now swung limply between my legs as I looked back between them. But that quickly changed as his wet tongue found my secret center again. With his lips covering me he worked his magic on me and I was quickly brought back to full tumescence and the edge of orgasm.

As my cock filled with blood and my balls tightened up against my groin I pleaded: "More, faster, I'm almost there. Fuck! This feels unbelievable, don't stop.

"Catch your essence. Do not waste it, but don't touch your cock. Catch your cum."

As my balls emptied what felt like the biggest load of cum ever I did just that. It felt hotter than I remembered as I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel! It was just that I had my eyes squeezed so tight and the orgasm was so overwhelming I almost blacked out. 

I usually cum with 3 or rarely 4 long hard and quick shots of cum followed by a few of lessening strength. This was more of an explosion out of my body and up through my cock which was waving everywhere. I missed as much as I caught but really didn't care. 

It all seemed to be over so quick when it felt like an eternity as it happened and I had to turn away from his mouth.

"Enough, enough, I can't take anymore." I cried as I turned to face him. He was standing there with a satisfied smile on his face as he said: "Deeper into the dark side? Does it not look so much better out here in the light." He asked me, never breaking our look.

Taking my wet hand into his he licked up my cum with his tongue and sucked it with his mouth. "So much." He said.

Still looking deep into his eyes I admitted: "Just when I thought life couldn't get any better, you do that! Well done young man, well done. You have freed something wonderful and splendid from deep inside of me."

Breaking the gaze I looked down to see his rampant cock standing out straight from his body and it looked huge. I couldn't believe I had that in my mouth.

As I moved back up to the middle of the table I had kept my legs up and spread wanting the feeling I was experiencing to last.

As I was saying: "Thank you so much. I will never forget what we just did." he moved to be at my hip and reached between my legs and touched my taint. When I moaned and spread my legs he said: "It doesn't have to end here there is so much more I can teach you." He now had the tips of two fingers at my opening. In my satisfied and relaxed state they started to slide into me. 

But as he tried to spread them and my hole I couldn't take it and squirmed from his grasp.

"That might take some doing with this monster of yours." I said with mixed emotions. I wanted something in my ass but something of his size would take some doing. 

As I stroked his long shaft I said: "But I would love to have this beauty back in my mouth, if you let me use my hands this time. Let me make love to with my mouth." 

"Of course, but the next time we meet, I want to show you the final pleasure. You have more of that dark side to explore." He said as he moved against the table and presented his monster to me. I quickly took him in one hand as I turned to cover his meat with my mouth.

"You seem to be taking nicely to my cock. Have you decided to give up women for it?' He teased.

"Probably not, but I need to explore this side of me that you help free before I make love to another woman." I confessed as I sucked wantonly on him. It was so much nicer when I could use my hands.

The sensual pleasure of sucking him while being able to touch him was overwhelming but just more of this memorable afternoon. As I savored his meat I stroked his shaft and cupped his sack rolling his fat orbs in my hand. It felt as large as a tennis ball and just as firm. It was then that I first noticed he was smoothly shaved or waxed. When I first sucked him I felt nothing with my hands just my mouth, but now that I could explore I realized how smooth he was. As I could see around his cock and feel his sack I wondered if he had removed all of his hair and ran two fingers over his sack to his fuck hole like he had done to mine. I was glad to find it as smooth as a baby's and easily slid two fingers inside of him to the second knuckle. 

"Oh yeah, you know everything that makes a man cum. And all too soon he started to hold my face and fucked my mouth. I was taking more of his cock than before but there was plenty for my hand to hold so I could feel his cum shoot down it into my mouth. 

Again there was such a quanity, it seemed like as much as the first time and I loved it maybe more if possible. I once again was filled with lust for the act but the powerful feeling it gave me to bring so much pure pleasure to another person was more powerful.

As I milked the last of his juice from his balls I slid my fingers from his ass.

"Just when you think there is nothing more to shine the light on you find something else." he said once again touching my anus." We may have to teach this little hole to learn to open up for me."

"As much as I want that, it surely will take some training." I said looking forward to the wonder of what all this may entail. As I knew I had to leave then of never, I slid off the table and hugging him so that my renewed cock pressed to his and then realized he was easily twice my size.

"In my fantasies the cocks I see are more my size. I don't think I will ever be able to take you inside me as much as I want to feel you spill your seed into me." I say breaking our embrace and reaching for my jeans. 

As I bend over he reaches between my cheeks to tease my hot hole and says: "Let's make another appointment for the last one of the day and I'll show you how to do that. We will need a lot of time like today but it can be done if you want it and I help you relax properly. Unless you want to start with someone else maybe with a smaller member."

Pulling my jeans up and zipping them up I take his cock in my hand and notice that I can only cover half of it with my grasp.

"No, we will find a way and someday there will no doubt be others." I say slowly stroking his shaft. "But I want this to be the first cock that takes me. Takes my ass for the first time. Would you like that?"

Surprising me the final time for that day he holds my cheek and kisses me. Tenderly with his tongue gently exploring my mouth, searching out mine. It is a very sensuous kiss but a man's kiss so unlike a woman's.

Savoring it a moment longer I regrettably break it and move from his reach.

"If I don't leave now, I'll never get out of here. Shall we say next Friday late, in case the instruction takes long?"



The Massage



Knock knock.

I'm standing outside your door, nervously shifting side to side, heart pounding inside my chest. I have been offering for three years to give you a massage, your stiff aching back finally convincing you to accept. I know you are nervous too and I am hoping I can maintain my libido long enough to make this a relaxing experience for both of us.

I hear you approach the door and pause before opening. I wonder if you are as nervous as I am, but I'm glad you are finally giving me a chance to give you this gift.

The door opens and your smile is almost my undoing. Your head dips down and you step back, welcoming me into your home. I pick up my massage table and step inside. 

"Would you like something to drink?"

"I would love a glass of water, thanks"

I'm trying to keep my nervousness at bay. This is supposed to be about relaxing after all. I know when I finally get into the massage, everything will be fine but for now I can't seem to catch my breath and I'm probably fifty shades of red. The cool water soothes my throat and I feel my heat start to dissipate. I can do this... I can do this ... I know I can do this... just breathe through it. I take deep breaths and feel my body start to relax.

You're leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching me... I'm sure wondering what a foolish idea this is and what the hell were you thinking? I look up into your eyes and smile.

"Shall we get started?"

I have a small list of questions relating to medical conditions, allergies and such. I'm taken back to the times when this situation was commonplace for me and feel myself relax a little more.

Soon the table is set up and I head to the bathroom, leaving you to undress and settle yourself between the sheets. I know you are still unsure of this but I'm confident that you will soon start to relax.

In the bathroom, I remove my shoes, socks and sweater, wash up and try to stretch out the last of my nervous energy. I fill the sink with hot water and let the bottle of lavender scented oil warm up.

Deep breathing, deep stretching, I warm my hands look at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I allow the warm glow inside of me to radiate out. I'm ready.

"Are you ready?"

A muffled sound comes from the table. You are face down and waiting for me. I start the music I prepared on my laptop and walk to the head of the table. Finally, my hands rest on your shoulders, only the sheet separating our skin.

"I'm going to start slow and with a light pressure. " 

With my hands still on your tense shoulders I close my eyes and feel your breath, matching mine to yours.

"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."

I fold the sheet down to your waist, pour some warm oil into my hands and slide them with a firm stroke from your neck down as far as I can reach. My fingers glide across your skin, feeling for the tense spots...down to your waist, up to the nape of your neck. Breathing with you and letting my hands explore your back, finding all the places you are holding tension. A knot here and there eases with a bit more pressure. Moving down your shoulders and arms, pulling the tension out through your hands, your body slowly starts to relax, your breathing getting deeper and slower. My mind, breath and hands come into sync with your body, the lavender scent washing over me and relaxing us both further.

"How are you doing? Pressure ok?"

"Feels really good, you can go deeper though"

"Ok... let me know if it's too much."

Now I go back to some of the knots, digging in a bit deeper. Holding, breathing and feeling the release. Long deep strokes along your spine. Pushing down on your shoulders and stretching your neck muscles.

"mmmm..."

I move to your side, my hands keeping contact with your body, working my way lower. Moving the sheet, I expose your right leg and backside. I wasn't sure if you would trust me enough yet to go sans boxers and I smile to see your bare skin. My hands continue their journey along your body, long strokes from thigh to shoulder, searching out your tension and working it out. I lose myself in the process, focussing completely on the muscles beneath your skin...assessing...releasing...breathing. Cover up the right side and move across to the left, my hands never leaving your body. You are deeply relaxed now and almost asleep.

Before we know it a half hour has gone by and I am ready to turn you over. I stand at your side holding the sheet between my body and the table, lifting the far side up a bit and directing you to turn. You are still a bit sleepy and slow to move but soon settle on to your back.

Checking in with you again I ask, "How are you feeling?"

And here's where I make my mistake.

I look into your sleepy eyes and I am lost. Your voice is low and sexy and slurred with sleep and you smile and tell me you feel great. I am awash with warm honey, the air between us thickens with desire. I struggle to keep composed but I think you sense the change in energy and you are watching me closer.

"Close your eyes"

I move down to your feet, uncovering the right one and after oiling my hands again, start to massage. You are still relaxed but there is now a different vibration to my touch. I'm moving slowly up your leg, uncovering as I go. I'm trying so hard to keep my focus on the muscles but the feel of your skin, the hair on your legs, and the catch in your breath as I reach your upper thigh all combine to distract me.

Our breathing becomes shallower and there is movement under the sheet that I am trying to avoid. I tuck the sheet in tight between your thighs and move your legs a bit apart. A little more oil and with long slow strokes from knee to hip I continue. The soft hollow at your hip distracts me and I notice too late to avoid my hand brushing along the length of your cock. A soft groan, I don't know if it was you or me, but I notice your hands are gripping the bottom sheet and your eyes are squeezed shut. The air around us sizzles with a new kind of energy.

I work a little more with your right thigh before covering that side and moving to the other. A deep breath and I start on your left foot. I move a bit quicker on the left leg, hoping to get back into that gentle relaxing state from earlier but once again the soft hollow of your hip calls me to linger. There is now an impressive bulge under the sheet and it is harder to ignore but I make brave attempt.

By now my own body has started to distract me as well. I feel the skin around my nipples tighten and I'm clenching my thighs together. There is a heat rising from me and my throat is getting very dry. With a sigh, I finish the lower half of your body, replace the cover and reach for the glass of water nearby. I'm refreshed by the coolness and move up above your head. Taking a seat in the chair, I place my hands on your shoulders, take a deep breath and force myself to relax. A small reprieve from the sexual tension evolves as I work the deep muscles around your shoulders and neck. I can feel your breath even out and your hands unclench and though your cock is still pulsing with life, we both manage to ignore it for a while longer.

I'm working now around your jaw and pinpointing pressure points around your face. My fingers brush across your lips, up around your ears and finish off around your scalp. Quickly I rub my hands together to create an intense heat and place them over your eyes. Closing my own eyes, I rest here for a minute...breathing with you...letting the heat of my hands pass through to you. Letting my hands finally drop to the table, I leave you with a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you" I whisper and escape to the bathroom. As I close the door behind me, I sink down and drop my head on my arms, thankful that I could keep my promise and make it through without molesting you.

But it was close. So deliciously close.



The Massage



Warning: this story consists of the following (in no particular order): incest, anal, fingering, massaging, and oral. It's a short story that I spent maybe 5hrs writing and editing: okay I edited it multiple times. All characters in this story are over 18. The characters are real people with their names changed for obvious reasons. It's up to you to figure out what you feel is real and what is not. Also, no copy is to be made of this story without the direct approval of the author which is me: LIVE4THEBJ. Now onto the story. 

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I grew up in a household with 2 sisters that couldn't be more different from each other, a mother, and a father that really wasn't much of a father. He was not really worth mentioning but between things he has said, done, and the box of condoms he kept in his vehicle and how condoms were missing past what I took for my own purposes I at least knew I got my sexuality from my father. 

My mother was not a sexual person, or at least did not put out sexuality. Always wearing pants, mostly black and at times went months if not years not shaving her legs. But I loved her just the same. Then again arousing events have taken place with her whether she meant it or not. 

Then there was my oldest sister Lisa whom much was much like mom in many ways aside from shaving her legs. Lisa was 10 years my senior and helped raised me during those times my mom was sick. So it's safe to say she was more like a second mother than a sister. She eventually grew up and went to live her own life first as a corporate woman and later a housewife raising 3 girls. 

Lastly there was Sandy which was 6 years my senior whom was like me in many ways but when we grew up I didn't know it yet. She was the black sheep of the family; tried modeling, got into drugs, the wrong crowd you know the typical story. The one thing that girl knew more than anything is she didn't want to be under my parents rule or under anyone's rule as well as no longer living in that house. Once she reached the age of adulthood she got a van, a camper, and with her boyfriend of the time plus her best friend set off to California. 

Not to bore you the details so I will summarize for the story is about me and Sandy many years later. Not sure if I was in my 20's or my 30's when this took place for it's still fuzzy during those times in my life. But Sandy was again a wild child. Started her life as a hippie in California for 10 years, then came home for several years, got married, then got divorced, and at some point in all of this went to a college taught by hippies the art of massage therapy. 

It's all legit, she is completely certified in our home state as well as the great state of California and made a really nice living from it. I had to assume at the time she was good at what she did for most of her clients were rich people with more money than they needed, and even some were very famous actors and actresses. All clients she acquired were from word of mouth. 

While Sandy lived here I helped her out when I could whenever she requested it; more times than not it was with computer issues which is what I do for a living. Granted in technical terms you could call me a geek, however Sandy called me a genius. The fact is if I was a genius I would be doing something else than fixing other people's screw-ups. But I was good at what I do and it pays quite well especially when you are a field tech. Plus with having a mortgage and a kid you do what you have to do to pay the bills and live what life you can. Not everyone was smart enough to chase their dreams when they had the chance. 

Her payments for my services were IOU's which she promised massages. Now while I read, and get-off on incest stories the thought of my sister massaging me at the time didn't appeal to me. Don't get me wrong, like I said she tried modeling just didn't work out but she has the look. Blonde, thin, decent height, all that jazz. She even has a nice rack which I was lucky enough to see when I visited her in California where her and others did a lot of things naked. Hell I even walked in on her riding her man one morning. That was cool to see for she was going so hard at it I thought she was going to break his dick. I am not kidding, that really happened. 

But focusing on what this is all about, I have major back issue that was due to a birth defect that surgery can't rectify. It's not so much of a problem if I keep my core strong and the weight off. But with me leaving the martial arts the focus on my core wasn't there as much as it should have been and because of that pain started to occur. The pain got to the point I decided to cash in one of her many IOU's to which she was more than happy to do so. 

There wasn't anything sexual about this at least it didn't start that way. She did have me get completely naked, and get on the table and cover my ass with a towel while laying face down which anyone that has been in this situation it's easier said than done without help. But I pulled it off and then yelled to her that I am ready. 

Being my typical sister she decided to fuck with me at first, she lit up some sage using a lighter by her side and doing some new age chant. Thinking to myself how typical, and told her to knock it off and get to the rubbing. She naturally giggled and started to do her thing. 

I have to tell you for a skinny blonde she had some strong hands; I am no small guy mind you. I built up a nice physique between physical sports mostly martial arts and lifting weights for I just love working out. It's one of my many hobbies but it's the only one that I been doing since I was a teenager and it shows. But this skinny minny was putting some pain into me and she eventually noticed. 

"Let me know when I go to hard. This is supposed to be enjoyable not painful." Sandy said. 

I nodded and she resumed. We finally found a grip and pressure that was to my liking and I just let my body relax and enjoyed it. As time went on she proceeded to massage each part 3 to 4 times before going to the next part. During this time I was admiring her legs with my head facing through the headrest and how smooth, shiny and tan they are. 

What I need you to understand while I have many turn-ons especially tits and asses it's a sexy pair of legs that will do me in. It's one of my biggest vices: always have and always will. I discovered this all throughout my life from teachers, to my mom's friends, the MILFs in church and so on. It never has changed; a woman can be ugly as fuck but if she has the gams to die for, I am hard. All I can picture is my head between those legs licking her pussy, and manipulating her with my tongue. 

So it's only natural with my sister being a skinny woman with sexy legs, this appealed to me. My mind doesn't distinguish between right and wrong when it comes to what turns me on, it just knows what it likes and I accepted that. For where is the harm in looking even if it's relative regardless of what society says. 

With my focus completely on her legs watching the tension leave and return as she flexed her foot one way and another, I was starting to get a little bit turned on. Note I wasn't expecting this; I always knew she has nice legs and a perfect size rack but never really affected me. But it is now, and considering I am naked and the only thing covering my reaction is the massage table I am laying on, I might be in trouble. 

Between trying not to fuck the table, and enjoying the massage, Sandy eventually found her way to my lower back where I needed the most attention but it's also where things got interesting. As she was working the lower back the area right before you get to the butt with her thumbs the pain began to finally start to subside. But with the pain dissipating my level of arousal began to increase. 

The sensation were slowly going from my lower back to my butt, and really feeling it in my ass. Unfortunately for me this is one of my sensitive areas. Learning during my marriage that I have a fondness for anal play. Not just giving but receiving too. I am not gay mind you not that there is anything wrong with that, I just love my asshole licked, fingered, or even fucked with a toy of a size that I can handle, and this is something Sandy doesn't know, at least not yet: or so I thought. 

We have openly talked about our sex lives. To things we done, need, want and so on. Like I said my sister and aren't much different when it comes to that, and it's part of the reason we are so close. We truly understand one another. Sex is something we love, and it's something we both need much like how people need food. I still remember years ago when she and I were alone in the living room many years ago out of the blue said "I am horny". Man if I knew then what I know now I would have done something about it. But I didn't, and now we are back into the present time and we yet to ever cross that line. 

So as I was saying Sandy continued forward with her massage, she stopped the thumb method and proceeded to rub/push method from the middle of my back down to my lower back and then eventually it went further to my butt. My initial thought as she did that "Oh boy, now we are in trouble" for it flicked my arousal from a 6 to 10 just like that. Not only that, I naturally said "oh god" as natural as a fart in the wind. I didn't mean to say it, just came out. 

Sandy's reaction, well she paused for a few moments, and then did it again...and again...and again. My response, was a natural one and physical, my hips started to gyrate. It doesn't happen often with me, but when it does it's beyond my control. Once you hit those spots the rest is nature taking it's course. So I had no other choice but to lay there and let it all happen. 

However, looking back at it I have to wonder I am not the only client having this reaction. Think about It, you are naked, and I know just on the Literotica Forums alone many get aroused by such things, and then take how she looks plus my love for incest, it only makes sense I would respond to It. 

Well anyway, bringing you back to the action between all the rubs and pushes, and squeezing of my ass, she paused for moment to get more massage cream which was warm and had a euphoric sent to it. To this day I do not know what she was using, but it was having the desired effect as well as affecting me in other ways not exactly planned. But it gets better, I was not only picking up the scent of the cream, but I was picking the scent of her pussy. With her positioned where my head was, and the pushing and sliding of her hands her crotch was getting awfully close to my nose. While my nose was facing the floor it did not stop the smells reaching my senses. Yum! I just love the scent of an aroused female. 

Even though I never smelled it from my sister before, there was no doubt in my mind my sister was getting wet. In fact, knowing what I know about her, I wouldn't be shocked if she did not have any panties underneath that short summer dress of hers. With her being as much of a slut as I am a male whore I can see my sister wearing the summer dress without the use of panties as a quick easy access to her nether regions for release when the need comes: whether with a partner or self-inflicted. We both have shared our history of needing this, and just come to accept we are very sexual people and there is nothing wrong with that. 

Of course, I didn't acknowledge the scent I picked up on, but I knew, and I am willing to bet she knew that I knew. But we are close, very close, and due to the recent situation we are even closer now than ever. To be perfectly honest, at this point if she had me roll over so she could sit on my face I would have done it without hesitation. 

Anyway, here I am naked and my sister is massaging and working my ass over and over again and I am just responding to it with all the positive signs; sexual or not there was no doubt I was liking what she was doing, but it got even better. After she got more cream she really started to work the butt with more attention on the cheeks and working more towards my crack. It's during one of these rubs where her finger swipe past my sphincter and my reaction couldn't be helped, I moaned and jerked back naturally without any thought to it. 

Not missing a beat she did it again and again using one finger with lots of lube, and the other was lubing and gently rubbing my balls. Clearly the massage went past the norm of what is acceptable but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. Would you complain if your sister was getting you all worked up and started to rub/touch your erogenous zones? If the answer is no, then why are you reading this? 

Going back to that day I remember the pleasures I was experiencing was truly beyond words, and I didn't want it to end. Lucky for me they didn't end, in fact things went a tad further than what anyone would have expected. 

To understand what happened next you have to realize I have and continue to masturbate on a frequent basis, but with masturbation I am known to use toys to myself. To be a bit more specific I am talking about anal toys and I have a nice collection. My all time favorites is a cross between one toy that you enter and use your anal muscles to move around and the other would be my vibrating buttplug that I just love to use while alone in the shower when no one is home. In fact, it's the anal vibrating butt plug that resulted in my very first prostate orgasm. 

Prostate orgasms I have read people trying to explain them, and you really can't. It's an orgasm hard or soft you will cum. A prostate orgasm if it happens when you are standing I guarantee you that your knees will give out. Hell I barely kept standing when it happened and man when it happened it took every ounce of my strength to continue to stand. I almost hit the floor but didn't, and that my friends is a prostate orgasm. 

Why am I telling you this? Well to understand the next part you have to realize anyone that does anal play no matter how small or big the object that goes in helps relax and loosens the anal muscles. Not that it's bad thing unless you are one of those people that put insane objects in their butt, it's actually make the daily duties that much easier. Sorry didn't mean to gross you out but you have to understand that to understand the next part of the story. I promise you it does NOT involve feces so relax.  

So as I was saying, Sandy was rubbing and rubbing the inside of my butt crack and it felt amazing. Take that plus my love for anal play plus me responding to her touch naturally my sphincter began to open a little. Because of that during one of swipes of the finger much like a tire hitting a pothole, her finger sort of just fell into the small opening my backdoor made for her. This didn't stop her though, oh no she didn't stop there, but she did pause and rubbed around the area a little and I just started to moan even louder, and was pushing back even harder. 

But like typical Sandy as I remember she was also a tease. Teasing me like when we were kids but in a different sort of way, she resumed her swiping and rubbing of my entire back crack and all I could think about is if she would just put her finger in my hole at least once. God bless her little heart she did just that. during one of her passes her finger slipped in slightly with little resistance and then she just stopped going in the direction was headed for, and instead was pushing straight in. That is where I started to lose it. 

My breathing was quickening, my hips were shaking, and of course I was pushing back to try to get her even deeper. Each push she would either let her hand go back with the push, or push forward and allow her finger to enter her baby brother's butt. 

To think about how many times I had girls finger, and fuck my ass, and now my sister is fingering it, I was now ready to die a happy man. But I was wondering what was her thoughts, how much of this is having an effect on her past what I smelled with my senses. Where do we go from here? Then she spoke. 

"Do you like that?" 

"Sand you have no idea." 

"Oh actually I do my little brother. Don't forget we both get our hormones from our father, and you and I have many times talked about our sex life. I still remember that time you and I were at that bar and you got hammered and told me about that prostate orgasms you had with that vibrating butt plug." She continues to say "Do you still have that?" 

"Wait? When did I share that with you? I thought you never knew that side of me?" 

"Oh my little silly brother, you forget how hard it is for you to keep a secret when I flirt with you have after you had one to many drinks. Oh the things I can get out of you, and now look at you, naked on my massage table getting fingered by your big sister." Then I heard her moan followed with her saying "now where do we go from here? That is the big question where do we go from here...hmmmmm?" 

Then there was silence except for our heavy breathing and some slight sloshy noise from her well lubed finger going in and out of my ass, rubbing this way and that way almost like she was trying to find my...then she found it...my prostate. Thank you lord she found the male g-spot. But oh no, she didn't stop there. 

Sandy remained silent, working her finger further and further into my ass till I felt her palming my butt and continually just rubbing that sponge area that I just love. Then all of a sudden she just pauses; not stop but paused. For if she was stopping I would assume she would be taking that finger out of my rear. Nope she did just the opposite. 

Then I heard her say, "roll over gently brother" 

Not thinking of how to do it not to mention with my body in euphoria I wasn't sure the best approach till I felt her other hand on my leg and pulling me in the direction she wanted me to go. Going with it I started to roll over to my side with my ass facing her and then her taking control of the leg so she could work with me and help me so I would end up on my back without her finger leaving my ass. 

So here I am, towel fell off and on the floor, I am on my back and her finger still lodged into my ass while pressed firmly against my g-spot. Any other time what happened next would seem like a common direction for this to go, but I never expected her to do it, at the very least to me but she did. I am not kidding when I tell you Sandy reached out with her free hand grasping my iron rod and pulling it away from my body, leaned forward and in one brief motion engulfed my cock so far her lips were pressed to my trimmed pubes. 

There was no hesitation, no kissing, no licking, no slow sucking. My sister went from holding my cock to swallowing my cock and one swift move. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I had my cock deepthroated but usually the woman would work up to that, I never had a woman just open her mouth and swallow my cock whole like it was an everyday thing; that is till now. Not only that, but at that very moment I felt her press even harder and rub faster on my prostate and I just lost it!! 

Screaming and gyrating and basically about to blow my load, words that never really made it to my brain but instead went from my senses straight out of my mouth which from what I can remember and might not be 100% accurate but may have sounded something like this: "OH JESUS CHRIST...OH MY FUCKING GOD...OOOO GOD...OOOO SHIT SAN I AM GOING TO POP...OH...IT'S..." And then nothing. 

Just there with my mouth open, trying to get words out not even thinking of what I am saying or meant to say and yet I remain silent. Just making this ridiculous "O" face I am sure and just I couldn't finish my sentence well if you can call it a sentence. Why? Because I burst forth the biggest orgasm in my entire life of orgasms and I had many. Not only was the orgasm intense but so was the actions of my sister for her she is having an above average size cock deep in her throat, and at the same time I can feel her sucking and swallowing every ounce of cum that I was shooting out went right down my sister's gullet. 




The Massage



The combination of her sucking, swallowing not to mention the prostate massage and the orgasm itself proved to be too much for me and for the first time ever in my life I truly passed out from cumming. Mind you passing out from orgasms isn't uncommon, it happens more times than people realize. This being my first and only time from passing out from an orgasm but I have seen many women passing out during an orgasm. 

After that the rest is a blur, the only thing I remember is parts after coming to, but what was important is how I woke up. I was naked, laying on the massage table with a towel over my private area, and on my chest was a handwritten note that said "Your Welcome." 

Sandy's Words: 

My brother told me about how he was going to write about that day. I have to admit I wasn't crazy about the idea at first. I was concerned who would read it, why, basically all these questions. He explained to me about needing to get it out of his system and then showed me Literotica, the account he uses, the stories he wrote and I then I got It. In fact, I have become a fan of the site myself. 

What I will share with you readers or fellow perverts is my thoughts. I want to get something straight, I love my brother with all my heart. Our relationship for the most part is normal. We do the same shit as other siblings do, just we are a bit more open with each other and we always been that way. 

But the point is you can say we are unique in that fashion; maybe it's more common than people think, and maybe it's not. It's not exactly something people share. That isn't to say I am an incest fanatic like my brother is. I have read incest or as the site calls them Taboo stories, but that is only because he wanted me to better understand what he wanted to do. As to what happened that day, it was a combination of love for my brother, being turned on, and doing what felt right at the time. It's not something I can say will happen again or won't happen again but it's not something we ever discuss past we writing my thoughts for him on this story. 

In short, all I ask is don't ask us for details about our personal lives for we want to remain anonymous, and also respect massage therapy. It's not an excuse to have sex even though it's a very intimate setting. We are there to provide a service, not be your sexual deviant. Okay?



The Massage



It wasn't my first time at this complementary health centre so I knew what to expect. My friend Liz was going off travelling and suggested we both went for a massage before she left. She phoned up the clinic and there were two therapists available, Naomi and Dave. 

I hadn't met either of them but had heard good reports of both from a friend Anna. I also felt pretty confident that I could trust Dave whom I got on the toss of a coin as Anna not only had a body that oozed sex but unlike myself, when she went for a massage always got completely naked. If a man could resist doing anything inappropriate with her, I didn't need to worry - Not that I don't have a pretty good body, I just didn't get hit on all the time like Anna.

"If they have seen one before then it doesn't matter if they get an accidental peek and if they haven't then I have done my bit for the education system." Mind you Anna could take care of herself if anyone did try anything on as she is a black belt at Shotokan Karate, a fourth dan no less. I couldn't take such a blasé attitude, partly upbringing I guess and partly still feeling hurt from when I found my fiancé screwing an underage girl who lived next door to me. That was almost a year before this massage and I hadn't had anyone else in my life sexually since, it was still too raw.

We were at the clinic early and Naomi came down with the forms for us to fill in with some basic information about our health backgrounds etc including what we wanted to get from the massage. I noticed that mine was a bit more comprehensive than Liz's but still completed it in about five minutes. 

Dave came down to lead me up to the room a few minutes early and used that time to ask a few questions based on what I had written.

That done he went through with me the essential oils he proposed to use. Of the two he offered I chose Jasmine to help heal the hurt from my parent's recent death in a car accident, Frankincense to help me stay more centred and Bergamot to help counter my tendency to depression. The last oil was Clary Sage to help with my menstrual pain. Now how many men can you feel comfortable discussing that with!

"What do I need to take off?" I asked. It was easy to ask, Dave had a relaxed manner that meant had he said everything I would have been OK with it, somehow I just knew I could trust him. He put the ball back in my court. "It's up to you, most strip down to knickers, a few take those off as well. The thing to remember is that anything you don't want me to massage, that is fine. One client wanted me to miss out the belly, another her face due to wearing makeup. The important thing is that you are comfortable."

Dave left the room to wash his hands prior to the massage, though the real reason I am sure was just to let me get undressed and cover myself with a towel in privacy.

I went with down to knickers but almost decided to take them off as well. Liz would have been surprised! 

On returning, Dave pumped up the table and then re-arranged the towel so it covered my legs and bum before tucking it into my knickers. (Just a little on the sexy side and allowing me to get the maximum benefit from the massage while still wearing them.

He started massaging my back, kneading the tension out of my muscles but using the whole of his forearms on my back at the same time. I vaguely remember thinking that it felt really good. I may even have said so before I fell asleep.

I woke to feel a towel on my back and the air on one leg as Dave started to spread the oil on it. I had been dreaming and in my Dream, Dave was about 20 years younger, as in the You Tube video I had looked up from the link on his web site of him hanging upside down with a woman with a gymnast's body swinging on him.

Again I felt the tension draining from my muscles as he worked. I also felt myself getting a little wet. I thought, just as well I am still face down as he won't see me blushing. He carried on and after working all the knots out of my muscles, slid one hand under the towel and placed it on the small of my back. He then ran a thumb up the centre of my leg, stopping occasionally. After a few moments I would feel the hand on my back get really hot and he would move on. "I am just working on the Bladder meridian from Traditional Chinese Medicine." He told me.

My mind was elsewhere and I made some sort of acknowledgement of what he had said. I was imagining his hands going just that bit further than they were. Where had that come from? I knew female practitioners had clients ask for, "happy endings" but I could never imagine being so brazen myself! I don't think I have ever had a first fuck with someone when I hadn't had at least one drink first, even if it was a glass of wine over a meal one of us had cooked.

More long soothing strokes followed the meridian massage and then Dave started work on my other leg. When that was finished I was aware that I was even wetter than I had been and probably leaving evidence on the paper couch roll. Dave strategically lifted the towels so I could turn over without showing off my tits. He then did the front of my left leg, then did some stretches on it and some more meridian massage n the liver, gall bladder and one other meridian that I forget.

All the time I was getting wetter and wetter, but fortunately not blushing anymore! My legs done Dave started working on my belly which my exercise regime had kept remarkably flat. Not a six pack but not too far off. Dave noticed and commented that I didn't get that from the walking and cycling to work which was the only exercise I had put down on the form. I told him that as well as some Pilates I also did some crunches and yoga every day.

He made approving noises as he worked those muscles. All too soon, he had done my arms and I was waking up after falling asleep again while he did my face as he finished off with a head massage.

I decided that my next lover would have to get some lessons from Dave. I was soaking!

Dave left the room while I dressed and asked a few questions about how I experienced the massage. I answered as truthfully as I could without giving away that I was as horny as fuck!

I went downstairs to see if Liz was finished yet and seeing the bathroom opposite the door to reception on impulse went in and the next thing I knew was rubbing one out. As I did so I was imagining Dave twenty years younger licking my clit as my thumb rubbed it while my fingers dove in and out of my sopping cunt. I thought of his swollen penis driving in to my cervix before pulling out till the tip was just there again and again as I neared my peak. When it came, the spasms were so hard they hurt my fingers!

I dried up my secretions with loo role and then washed my hands. I came out and then went through the second door to reception where Liz was waiting. She didn't say anything till we got outside but as we neared the wholefood shop down the road from the clinic she said, "You just frigged yourself didn't you?" I wasn't able to stop myself from asking, "How do you know that?"

"Remember our student days? I always knew when you had had a good fuck, remember?"

At that point Dave came out of the shop carrying a sandwich and we both cracked up laughing.

Perhaps next time I will take my knickers off...



The Massage



"This is the place?" Jason said, one eye cocked at the hole in the wall establishment before us. If not for the small painted sign marked Massage, we would have thought it nothing but a backdoor in a seedy back alley.

"Yup, 6 Jian She Road." I pointed to the number on the wall.

Eager to escape the sweltering afternoon heat, I pushed open the rickety door.

A bell rang as we entered. Within, we were greeted by the scent of lavender and the sight of a dimly lit reception. A young man, Chinese, sat behind the counter, looked up and gave us a once over.

"Welcome!" He greeted us. "Here for the massage?"

His fluency in English was a pleasant surprise. Guangzhou wasn't exactly the most welcome place for foreigners and was turning out to be quite a poor stopover for our backpacking trip to Hong Kong. We had even gotten the concierge to write us a request for a massage in Chinese just in case.

"Yeah, we are. Our hotel recommended this place." Jason replied.

"Good, good." He smiled, passing us some forms. "Just fill these out, I'll let the masseurs know we have customers."

And with that, he disappeared behind the curtains in the back.

Looking at the form, I couldn't help but notice how strange it was. And judging by our shared looks, Jason had picked up on it too. I had expected a list of options for a massage. Instead, here was a list of questions. Questions that ranged from age (22), to sexual orientation (straight), to health (no medical conditions)...

"Looks like this really is one of those happy ending places, huh?" Jason chuckled as he filled out his form.

"Yeah, must be."

In minutes, the receptionist was back to take our forms. "Thank you, now come with me."

We followed the receptionist to our 'massage rooms', in reality sections of a large room thinly divided by curtains, each one sparsely furnished with a massage table, a mirror and a bench for clothes.

After showing Jason to his room, the receptionist brought me to mine, the section beside it. Gesturing to the cup on the table, he said, "Kindly strip and enjoy our specially brewed tea, your masseuse will be with you shortly."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone to my thoughts. After a month spent backpacking across Asia, a massage was a welcome respite, and I was more than eager to shed my clothes.

Placing them on the bench, I began sipping at the tea.

The tea was sweet; with a flavour I can barely even describe. As I drank, I could feel the heat flowing through me, making my blood rush and my skin tingle. Strangely, I could feel myself growing hard. A fact that became obvious as I gazed into my own reflection.

In the mirror held a man, tall, broad-shouldered with lean muscle. And a raging erection, fully hard at seven inches long. A special brew indeed.

Blushing hard, I lay myself on the table. Better hide this, I thought to myself, as I tucked my erection comfortably beneath me.

Lying face down, the concierge's words echoed in my mind. "This is a specialmassage parlor. They give the most powerful full body treatments, bound to take the stress off your bones."

Well, it sure was working so far... Lying on the table, I could already feel myself drifting as the heat and atmosphere of the place lured me into a transformative sleep.

–

I was awoken by the touch of hands upon my back. They were rough but sensual, rubbing, pushing the stress from my skin. I felt like a new man, refreshed by my sleep. How long was I out?

With my face to the ground, I could only see shadows of my masseur and the silhouette of her legs as she walked around me.

Whatever she was doing, it was simply divine.

For a second, I heard a female moan somewhere else in the room. Looks like this really is one of those establishments, I thought to myself as I resisted the urge to chuckle.

As the masseur's hands rubbed and massaged my body, tracing across my sides and my inner thigh, I felt sensations I had never felt before. Sensual, hot and exciting. I was surprised I wasn't erect.

Then, I felt her hands press against my butt, squeezing, pushing and damned-near groping them. Anywhere else, I would've felt offended, but here, it was so sensual I only wanted her to continue.

Spreading my cheeks, I felt her fingers trace across my hole, an exciting sensation that nearly made me jolt, and downwards still. That was when I felt it, this spark, this electric sensation that raced through me the moment she touched me there. It made me jolt and give out a feminine yelp. God, since when was I so sensitive?

"Relax..." the masseur said, and it was then that I realized that she was really ahe. "... Relax your body."

Doing as I was told, I relaxed. Soon, I could feel her, no, his fingers trace back between my cheeks. They withdrew for a second, before coming back, slick with oil as they pushed past my sphincter.

"I show you a good time..." He said, and in my wanton state of mind, I could hardly say no.

The fingering, the feeling of it, was utterly erotic, unlike anything I had ever felt before. He was so gentle. The masseur laughed as he watched me squirm, though the sound of it implied it was something he was used to seeing.

Nearby, the distant sound of the woman moaning started to come louder. The thought that the only thing that divided me and her was a curtain was in and of itself, erotic. And I soon began to wonder, was Jason experiencing this pleasure too?

Feeling his fingers scissor in and out of my hole, it sent shivers and thrills down my spine. A thrill that only grew greater when I felt him climb onto the table. What was going on?

That was when I felt it, a hardness pressing against my arse. He was naked! I half-expected him to fuck me then and there, and the thought of it didn't even seem as appalling as it normally would. But instead, I felt his cock rub downwards, towards my crotch and there...

"Ah!" I moaned, in a voice I realized was not my own as I felt the alien sensation of his erection pushing inside of me. Pinning me down by my arms, I felt him slide his cock into a crevice I didn't even knew I had. That was when it struck me... the reason I felt so off, the reason I was so sensitive...

Grabbing me by the tits, he pulled me upright and against him. In the light and within the mirror, I finally saw myself. A busty blonde bombshell, with enormous c-cups, each one pressed against his hands, with a cock sliding into my newly formed cunt.

Behind me, I could barely see him, my masseur. A handsome Chinese man. Indeed, I saw more of his cock than I saw him, and it was enormous. The sight of it pushing its way inside me was enough to disprove whatever notion I once had about the size of Asian men.

"Ah! Fuck! Nugh!" I began to moan, louder than I should, for he was quick to press his lips against my own, silencing me with a kiss.

My first instinct was to reject him, to push him away, but face to face with the raw sensuality of his kiss, I surrendered. I could feel his tongue push past my lips, penetrating me as fully as his cock did with my cunt. I was his to have.

"Quiet." He said, as our lips parted, before he pushed me down onto the table, hard. My tits pressed against the table, he rocked me back and forth, pushing his cock ever deeper inside me with every thrust of his hips.

It made me feel so full, so stretched, and so fulfilled... I could feel the tension leaving my body with every thrust, every kiss and every touch of his skilled fingers. God, the sensation was maddeningly intense. He was an experienced lover, that was for sure.

Ass in the air, tits pressed against the table, I was being used deeply and utterly. It was an experience quite unlike anything I'd ever felt before as a man.

Even then, I could feel him groping my tits, feeling up my body, rubbing me in all the right places. The most wonderful massage I had ever experienced, rocking me to my core.

My thighs quivering, I soon felt my climax approaching. With a gasp, my body began to shake as wave after wave of pleasure rocked it to its core. And as my pussy tightened around his cock, it too began to shoot, filling me up with load after load of white hot seed.

Exhausted, I lay on that table, panting as his cock slid out of me, replacing his hardness with the soft wetness of his tongue. I gasped in shock as I felt him tease and lick at my clit, before sucking his cum right out of me.

Then, turning me over, he pulled me into a kiss, feeding me his salty-sweet cum before beginning to suckle on my tits. We lay there for a while, him teasing my nipples with his tongue and his fingers, exposing me to new and feminine sensations.

Soon however, I began to feel his hardness pressing against my thigh again. Looking up with a sly grin on his face, he asked, "Ready for round two?"

Looking up at his wonderfully muscled body, slick with oil, I could barely say no.

"It'll cost you more..." He said, as he started to pull me into a kiss. I knew then that I was willing to pay anything for this never to end. It is a full body massage after all, and I've still got plenty I want to experience.

–

It was evening by the time the massage ended, lasting two whole hours (more of a testament to the masseur's stamina than anything else) and ending only when the XChange began to wear off.

The masseur showed me to a shower and when I emerged nude in my male form, towelled me off. By the way he glanced at me then, I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't straight. Although, judging by the way my cock twitched at the mere touch of him, I could hardly tell if I was anymore either.

Leading me back to the reception area, he told me my fee, an exorbitant sum; but one I was more than willing to pay. When I asked him about Jason, he told me I'd have to wait a while more for my travelling partner.

"Your friend took a second pill."

The faint and distant sound of female moaning from within told me all I needed to know.

"Tell him I'll head back to the hotel first. I'll leave him to his fun." I said.

And when I emerged from the parlor, I didn't feel an ounce of pressure or tension inside me, exactly as the concierge promised. Did he offer this to every passing tourist? I wondered to myself. Or just the ones who seem open-minded?

–

Jason only returned to the hotel hours later, blushing as he entered our shared room. He was covered in sweat and still reeked of sex and massage oil.

"God, didn't you take a shower there?" I asked, throwing a pillow at him.

"I didn't have a chance to, they were rushing me out at closing time!" He laughed as he headed into the shower.

Above the sound of the shower water, he shouted, "Hey, mind if we stay in the city a few days more? I think we've been missing out..."

"Yeah, sure." Though I had a sneaking suspicion that we wouldn't be spending those days on tourist spots.

As I laid back on the bed, I could feel my cock hardening again. A part of me is thinking of seeing the masseur again. Come to think of it, I never even got his name...



The Massage



"What do you like? What would you like to do? Would you like to try it with me?" Sending the message, I wondered if she will even bother answering. After all, she is a lesbian and much younger, twenty-six to my forty-four.

Surprise, an answer ping from the mailbox announcer, and quickly, too. I open the mailbox, open the one new message. An answer, from Emily. Well, she says that her name is Emily, maybe it even is. "What would I like? No idea. I did not have male sex in a very long time. What do you want to do?"

"I am not sure. How about a Yoni massage?" I answer. Would she even know what a Yoni massage is? Not surprisingly, she does not...

"I don't shave my body hair, especially not pubic," she mails me. "Would you like me to?" Good heavens, body modification, even slight, all for me? But, no. "Don't. I love a full bush."

More emails, back and forth. We agree. We set a time and a place. We exchange real phone numbers, real names, real emails. We exchange photographs, real ones, face and body, but chaste. It is going to happen. "But, please," she writes, "I really want to try fucking. Penetration. Remember."

We meet. She is shorter than I imagined. Short hair, small eyes, small hands, dark jeans and a jacket. Round face. We meet at my car and she sees me watching her come up. "Well," she looks me up and down as she speaks, "Do you like what you see?" I nod. Does it matter? Probably does, but I am too excited by the possibilities. 

We get in the car, drive. A by-the-hour hotel room, not a nice one but large. And has a big shower. Which is good, I am after a day's work. We undress, and I try not to look at her before we get in the shower. But I peek, as she walks to the shower, her buttocks are round, not very big.

We are in the shower, fiddle with the water, delaying the moment when we will turn to each other and look... She turns to me, I turn to her. What will she look at? I am already semi-erect and, unerringly, she looks down and smiles. "Presentable, very presentable," she laughs. Her breasts are medium size, very round, small dark nipples. One is pierced. Her pubic triangle is large, already wet and tangled from the shower water. I turn her round and soap her back and buttocks, she does the same. I can feel her nipples touch my back.

We exit the shower. I dry her and me. How come I lead, I wonder. I lead her to the bed, lay her down, on her stomach. Her skin is fairly light, her buttocks are so inviting, legs are parted just slightly, letting me see a glimpse of her sex, shrouded in shadow.

I pour a dollop of Play Mousse in my hand and start massaging her back. The mousse is not very good, this is the first time I ever used it and... never again. Sesame oil, from now on. She shifts under the massage, presenting her shoulder blades, lifting a hand or a leg in time with the massage. I rub inward, centring the energy. Concentrating on the massage strokes lets me concentrate on her body and take my thought away from mine. I massage her legs, from the ankle up to her hip and thigh. She spreads her legs a bit more, raises her hips, inviting? I can see her sex clearer, lips thick and dark, cleft.

Her skin is smooth. She is muscular, but not very. Youth... My hands glide down her back, kneading her muscles, her buttocks. She is very silent, her eyes are closed. Away, somewhere, inside her head.

My hands travel up her legs, caressing the insides of her thighs, almost reaching her lips, but not quite. She sighs quietly. "Why don't you turn over," I suggest. My voice sounds hoarse and harsh. She does, turning over, lies on her back. The nipple piercing reflects the lamp above, why do I notice this?

I kneel astride her legs, continue massaging them, using more of the mousse, my hands glide over her skin. Every time I lean forward to massage her, my face comes close to her pubic hair. It is very black, luxurious, matted. I can smell her scent, mixed with the mousse. I can glimpse her lips, fleshy, tasty, beautiful under the black triangle. Her breasts rise and fall, slowly, as she breathes or as I run my hands over her sides, almost to her breasts, just touching, almost as if in passing.

Moving forward, slowly, I sit on her hips and start massaging her breasts. My hands glide over, around, over and against around her breasts and nipples, and all the time I am conscious of her pubic hair caressing me, tickling.

With deliberation, I begin to concentrate on her nipples. One finger swirling around the tip. Then two. Then three. Then four. Then all five. Round and round, back and forth. My other hand is resting lightly on her solar plexus, mindful of her breath, her rhythm. Her other nipple, the pierced nipple, feels very different—firmer, stiffer. She gently arches her back, meeting my fingers. Her mouth opens slightly, breaths growing shorter.

"Breathe deeply," I remind her, "breathe."

I move back, between her legs, spreading them to give me space. She opens her eyes, looking at me. I look at her face, half smile, at her chest and breasts, her stomach—flat yet curving gently, beautiful—and at her sex, open before me, glistening, framed by her pubic hair. Her outer lips are dark, the inner ones are pink, dark pink, small drops of moisture already beading on them. 

Pouring some mousse on her pubic mound, I start to massage her outer lips, using my open palm. Small circles, letting the mousse lubricate her hair, feeling and smelling her wetness spread on my hand and on her lips. She shudders and almost stops breathing. "Breathe, don't forget to breathe," all the while pressing my palm against her lips, circling.

Her hips are slowly starting to swing, in time with my hand, her breath is synchronising with mine. Her eyes are closed, yet she is all here, beautiful and excited. I whisper - "May I enter you?" She opens her eyes, briefly looking into mine. Nods. 

I withdraw my palm from her sex and look at her. Her lips are swollen, dark pink, wet. The black hair is wet and matted. Her scent, strong and pungent, overpowers the smell of the mousse. Her little pink clitoris, like a berry, glistens between the swollen lips.

I slide one finger along her lips, enjoying the sensation of her hotness and wetness, so beautifully mixed. Parting her slightly, I hold one of the outer lips between thumb and forefinger and very gently knead it up and down, all the while watching her face. She relaxes, still smiling slightly, and tilts her head back, away, alone. I look back down, to my hands caressing her wet lips, pulling and turning the folds of her lips, in time with her hips. A stroke, five, ten, more... Then I switch to her other lip, repeat, then back. She raises her shoulders from the bed, looks at my hands between her legs, looks at my erection. "You are very patient," she says. I only nod, and let go of her outer lip to run my finger along her entire sex, up to the clitoris, not touching. She sighs, closes her eyes and leans back to present her more fully to my hands, my eyes.

Her inner lips are now very pink, open, wet and inviting... I take one of them between my fingers and pull very gently. Her sex opens slightly, inviting. I massage her inner lips, pulling them, folding them and kneading, gently and slowly. She moves her hips towards me. I place one finger at the opening of her lips, just resting there, letting her hips' movement slide her onto me...

She inhales as I enter her, my finger in her hot wetness, my thumb resting on her clitoris. I pour some more mousse and massage her clitoris very very lightly, my finger resting almost motionless inside her. Then, almost imperceptibly, I allow my finger to move, up and down, curling, twisting, enjoying the sensation of her around me, listening to her breathing, the soundlessly creaking bed, the almost silent sighs she makes. She and I move almost together, one with the other. I try to move in time with her, to match and capture her rhythm.

I place my free hand on her pubic mound and press gently down, pinning her hips to the bed. She tries to raise her hips, pressing back, then subsides. I slowly rotate my finger, twisting it slowly, all the while massaging her inside. Her breath deepens and grows ragged again.

It is difficult to concentrate or remain detached, I want her so much. She is so beautiful and exciting, naked and enjoying herself. I push myself a bit back, lean forward to inhale her scent, almost touching, tasting her. She tenses momentarily, then slides forward slowly, letting her pubic hair touch my lips. Her scent is strong, I long to feel her wetness on my tongue, on my face. She radiates heat and I long to taste her.

Caressing her thighs, my hands slide, almost tickling, up her legs. I feel the silkiness of her skin. Yes, now. I take one of her lips, the outer one, into mine, savour the taste. Her wetness is intoxicating, she tastes of salt and of woman and of wonder. I suck on the lip, feeling its slickness. She gasps, but I am gentle, sucking on the lip, playing with it with the tip of my tongue. Her taste drives me, I want more, I want to feel its magic on me, on my lips, on my tongue.

I slither forward, running my tongue over her lips and clitoris - a brief contact - and through her pubic hair. Over her stomach, to her breasts. I rub myself on her, letting her wet sex mark me with her scent, her dew.

Her body is hot, firm. Its contours, ridges, softnesses, curves and flats are mine. I want to embrace her and lie there, feeling her under me. And yet, I also want to please her, please and tease her body more. Her skin is both salty and sweet—perspiration and mousse. Her nipples are erect, small and dark atop her breasts, the pierced one glinting in the light. I take it into my mouth, suck on it, licking the stud, the nipple, the aureole. Her hand is on my head, pressing down - and I suck harder, pulling the nipple into my mouth, pressing it with my tongue. I caress her sex, wetting my fingers in her, bringing the dew to the nipple and tasting both together, intermixed.

Her body begins to undulate, up, down, up, slowly. Her taste, her scent! I want more, all. I lick my way back down—through her wonderful bushy pubic hair - and look at her sex. She is very excited now - lips are swollen, dark red-pink, wetness glistening between them. I gently squeeze her inner lips together and suck them into my mouth, slowly, letting them slide over the edges of my teeth. She gasps. I let her lips slowly out, then suck them back in, suddenly. She gasps again. And again. Her wetness is salty, I want it all now, and I let my tongue intrude between her lips, slowly slide into her, hot in my mouth.

"Lick my clit," she whispers. I spread her lips with my tongue, lick up and find the little berry. "Ohhhh, harder..." she grunts and I press on her clitoris with my tongue, swirl it, press again. I want to fuck her, but I want to lick more, taste more, have more of her on me.

"Sit on my face, on my mouth," I whisper to her. "Sit on me."

I move from between her legs, lie beside her, and pull her to me. She turns over. Her nipple touches my side, then she slides up, throws a leg over my face. I look up, at her sex, wet and open, as she settles down, her weight pushing her lips onto mine, onto my chin, onto my nose. Her soft, wet lips contrast with her weight. She leans forward, grinding her pelvis onto my face. Grunts.

She starts to rock back and forth, pressing her pelvis on my face, supporting herself on the back of the bed. She is moaning, low and quiet moans, wordless. Her tempo is increasing, becomes choppy. No longer undulating, her thrusts are short, sudden. Her lips engulf mine, her wetness spreads itself, covers my nose, lips, mouth. Even cheeks.

It is hard to get a good angle on her clit, so I just let her rock. Her thrusts are stronger, painful even. I take hold of her hips, trying to guide her angle slightly. Her skin is hot, sticky. Her juices are more pungent now, thicker. She grunts loudly, then suddenly stops thrusting. Her knees clamp around my head as she lets her weight rest on me. I probe inside her with my tongue and feel her contracting, grunting and contracting. I savour her taste, I savour her pleasure.

A moment, two moments later. She tries to rise, but I pull her back on me, my tongue now playing freely, sliding between her lips, Making her gasp and wriggle. Once or twice, I flick a quick and gentle lick at her clitoris. Her gasps are delicious.

Finally, I release her hips and she slides down my body, teasing me with her lips, wet and open, her nipples, mouth. We kiss and she tastes herself on my tongue. "He's very lonely," she whispers, as a cool hand wraps around my erection. "Maybe he wants some friendly company?"



The Massage



You knock on the door, and expect me to answer but you don't expect me to answer naked. Not a body builder by any stretch, but big shoulders and a pleasing shape with bright eyes and a nice smile. 

With no words, I take you by the hand and lead you inside and like a dance, I extend my hand and you are there twirled into my arms with your back to me and in one move, while holding your right coat sleeve, an outward twirl again and your sleeve is off. Another turn and your back is now resting on my chest once again. 

With my left arm I move aside your long hair from your neck and I kiss right behind your ear and I speak for the first time and tell you how much I want you to cum for me. You spin around and our lips touch, you drop your left arm and your coat falls to the ground. The kiss lingers. It's slow and plotting and just the right amount of wet. 

My left hand is holding your right hand, fingers interlocked and in a final twirl, you're now walking beside me, slightly behind me leading you to what you assume is a bedroom. Still with no words. The distant sound of music playing comes closer and louder and clearer as the door opens. 

The scent of vanilla candles fill the air, lighting low with the flickering of the dancing wicks reveal the bed in the centre of the room. It's soft, welcoming sheets feel warm when your hand touches them. With the music playing, the only sense not yet to be triggered is taste and that is solved with another kiss. 

Standing with your back to the bed, embracing with this kiss, makes your knees weak and as you fall back, I'm holding you, guiding you to the middle of the bed. I lay beside you, still kissing. Soft. Wet. Lips locked, with little time for breathing. Still silent with only the music to echo around the room. 

I finally ask you to lay on your stomach, and I kneel beside you on the bed, and I start to explore all parts of your back and neck and your legs and ass, all just touching and rubbing with your cloths on. If the weight is just right, it feels like I'm actually touching skin. 

I can't hold back anymore. I want your soft skin touching mine. So I motion for you to sit and I unbutton your blouse, and again I kiss you. Your bra is off with one hand and your beautiful breasts are exposed. Nipples erect after my hands glide by with a soft touch. Exploring every part of your now exposed body.

I lay you down on your back and unbutton your pants and lower the zipper, and in one motion lift your legs up in the air while pulling your pants from the leg hole up. You help by arching your back and lifting your bum, so they came off fast. Your legs, in the air and in my hand, I take a second to kiss your ankle, and make my way as low as I can go with my mouth. 

Kissing a line from your ankle to the back of your thigh, all the while I'm rubbing your leg, almost tracing the same path with my hands. It's only when I reach the back of your thigh, the paths diverge and my mouth goes back to your ankle, and my hands go towards your panties. 

Finding the sexy lace edge of your red panties, I trace the outline with my index finger. While my thumb so gently rubs your already engorged pussy. I can tell you're wet and I can tell you want more when you moan and move your hips towards my hand. 

I stop kissing you and with both hands reach down to either side of your panties and left up, a move made easy by you again lifting up your ass, while resting your legs on my shoulders. When your panties are at your ankles, I pause the removal and again kiss your ankle, while holding your two feet together in the air. 

The more backwards I push your legs, the more exposed your pussy is and my mouth is making my way there, and the anticipation is strong, but just before I make it all the way down, I stop to savour the beautiful view. 

Your pink lips are noticeably wet and engorged, calling me. Wanting me. But I hold off. I again return to the ankles kissing and now separate your legs and start making my way down again. No teasing this time. No false moves. This time the first second my lips touch your waiting pussy, you know I will not stop until you have been brought to orgasm. 

How a touch can be firm yet soft at the same time? Strong but relaxed. I find your clitoris and focus all my energy on this one magical spot. Drawing circles with my tongue. Inside and out. Then straight lines first up and down. Stop. And start again. Firm and deliberate. Dedicated and focussed on a goal. An orgasm. 

You can feel one approaching and I know because your breathing is different. Your moans are a tell tail heart. They know your secret and I too know you're close. Close to an explosion of release. 

The culmination of muscles and tissues working together in an amazing feeling that almost makes you want to cry. It's close. You want to hold it in that place just before you go over and you try, but it's too strong. You scream a climax scream. 

I hold my tempo and energy and pressure on your clit, because I know where there is one, there is often another hiding. I release pressure only enough to insert a finger into your vagina. Reaching up and in, looking for the g-spot. You moan and your hips tell me I'm close. Just another little bit. 

My mouth covers the whole clit, and I start to rhythmically move my finger in and out and all of the sudden, you are right back to that edge. That place you want to stay at. This is happening again. It's going to explode again. You can't believe it and you're scared and happy all at the same time, because maybe the drop will be higher this time. 

The candles slow their flicker, the music moves to the far distance and your breathing is all you now hear. In, out and slowing to the point that every sense is heightened. A calm first. And now the explosion. And another scream. You arch your back and force my mouth to cover even more of your wet lips and you squeeze your vagina around my finger and I know that you have had another orgasm.

A few minutes later, what feels like hours from the second orgasm, I slowly make my way up to lay on top of you, and kiss you. Your eyes still closed and your body, still ever so lightly shaking, and I kiss you. So soft and wanting. I bite the bottom of your lip and you groan, and I decide that it's massage time. 

On top of you, I get onto my knees and grabbing your shoulders, I gently spin you around onto your stomach. Laying there I see how incredibly sexy your back is and I can't resist to kiss the small of your back. A group of freckles marks the spot and almost form a smile at me. I smile back. 

Hands on your shoulders, I start to gently massage your back, while taking the opportunity to kiss parts that my hands no longer are rubbing. Your back is now my instrument and I'm a musician, playing along with the song on the stereo. Each crescendo or string flourish or cymbal hit is timed with a twist and turn or pressure point, as if my hands are somehow connected to the radio. Controlling the sounds. Making the music. 

My erect penis is laying between your legs close to your swollen lips but not touching. But with every swell of music and move of my hands it dances closer. And with every sense heighten, the slightest touch feels like a throbbing hit. 

I shimmy my way down farther now, so I'm sitting more on your lower thigh, with your legs still close together, I start rubbing the backs of your legs. Up and down. My thumbs coming close to your pretty pink wet parts, but never touching. Just teasing. 

Not too strong, but the right pressure to send you to a state of complete relaxation. The warmest, sunny of a relaxation islands in your mind. Peace and tranquility. Ecstasy in the form of strong firm hands. Wetness and soft gentle kisses. 

I concentrate on your ass cheeks for a bit. Mirroring my motions left and right hand. Up, down around in circles. Sometimes hard and sometimes soft. Marking the line that forms the start of the ridge and then to the top again. So sexy. I drift for a moment to your sexy island. 

Bending down I start to kiss my way up your entire body. My hands lead the way. Touching and warming the skin ahead of a soft, wet kiss. I have to move up now, so my mouth can reach the back of your neck. I've already gathered your long hair into a pony tail and twirled my fingers in a circle, as if I'm using it to pull my body up. You moan. 

I release your hair and it spreads out across your beautiful back, and I put both hands under it and reach the back of your head. I start to massage your scalp, allowing your hair to fall between my fingers. Another moan, so I continue. Matching the rhythm of the music, I use my hands to now play a song of ecstasy. 

I lift up together with both hands, and your hair follows, leaving me just enough of exposure to the back of your neck so I swoop in and kiss you. Yet another moan and I know that I want to kiss you more. So I do. Working from the base of your neck to first your right ear. Back to the base again and now to your left ear. 

My cock is hard and laying between your legs, closer than it has been to your wet lips. Each motion up with my hands on your head and my kissing lips, gets it closer and closer to your pussy. A tease. Slight touch and your wanting it exposed with a groan.

Arching my back, brings me closer to enter and with my hands on your shoulders, supporting my weight, the anticipation is too much. You too arch your back slightly, opening your legs and your want is clear. 

I ease inside and you feel amazing. Warm and wet. Squeezing each part of my erect penis. Your muscles almost pull me in. A moan. I bring my hands to your hips and pull you to me, like your pussy is pulling me toward you. And I'm fucking you. Slowly at first. Each pound in time with the music, but it feels too good to keep this slow pace. 

Faster. Harder. The tempo increases and the sounds of your enjoyment becomes louder and I'm ready to cum, but I you say, "I think I'm gonna cum!" So I take my pleasure off my mind and concentrate on my speed and angle. Slowing my breathing, so as not to change a thing. If you're on this path, this journey to another orgasm, I don't want to take away from it. 

You're moans are louder now, and you've moved your hand to your clit to begin rubbing it in time with my fucking. I feel your muscles tense. I know you're close. You take a deep breath and then let out a scream. Your wet lips and whole pussy begin to convulse around my cock and my mind shifts to close up image of your engorged wet pussy lips squeezing my cock. 

The image is too much. Now it's my time to moan as I explode inside your throbbing pussy. We become locked together, as if stuck by some fast acting glue and as you collapse I do to. Never separating and with my spent cock still resting on your lips we are done. Proud smiles and satisfied minds, done. Happy and completely satisfied done. Done, the best massage ever.



The Massage: A Woman's Pleasure



The room is aglow with candle-light, the scent of orange and spice is in the air. 

As I lay on a comfortable bed wearing nothing but a robe, a man – a stranger - approaches … clad only in shorts. The room is warm and he invites me to take off my robe … he offers a full body massage by way of a bribe. Looking at the strangers' strong hands, shoulders & arms, I wet my lips and agree.

As I remove the robe, letting it fall to the floor, he turns to pick up a bottle of oil. I lay back down on the bed, this time on my stomach, and close my eyes waiting for my treat. I am anticipating his hands, but I still shiver when he touches me – I hear his deep chuckle … that's when I know he'll enjoy giving as much as I enjoy receiving.

His slow, strong strokes relax me and I feel myself starting to sink into a mindless state. As he nears my buttocks, I start to get wet. He quickly moves to my legs, and I experience a brief moment of regret. But his fingers are magic and I am putty again. He kneads his hands down my legs to my feet where he focuses his attention for a while. Mmmmmm … it feels so good.

He has me roll over onto my back. I'm almost drifting away, but I do as he asks keeping my eyes closed. I am enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. He continues rubbing my feet, then up to my ankles and my knees. I squirm a bit as he gets to my hips, but other than a light kiss just below my navel, he ignores my wet heat.

He straddles my legs to massage my stomach & chest, that's when I feel his warm balls resting near my mons. I'm not as sleepy anymore. As he slowly massages up my torso in firm, widening circles, I can feel my breath start to come out faster.

Slowly he moves up to massage my breasts … taking care to avoid the nipples aching for his touch. It is almost torture … I arch my back trying to get him to take me in his hands. Finally! He rubs his oiled hands over my sensitive nipples, gently tugging and pulling on the peaks until they are hard for him. He leans forward and licks one, then blows over the wetness he's made – I moan. He repeats the treatment on the other breast and I moan again.

To make the treat last, he moves to my arms and hands trying to make my body relax again. As he stretches over me, his erect cock rubs against my stomach. My wriggling to get closer alerts him – he chuckles as he scolds me and moves to the side of my body. Now the only touch is that of his hands again. My body releases some tension, and the muscles loosen. It's a sensual roller coaster & I'm anticipating the grand finale.

As he finishes with my hands he asks me to roll over again. I am confused, a little disappointed, but excited – who knows what might come next. As I move I can smell my own musk – as he is near my feet he must smell it too, and I can't help but wonder if it excites him to know he's had this effect on me. That thought excites me.

I'm on my stomach again, my hands over my head as he requested. I feel languid & liquid all over, but especially slick between my legs. Then I feel his warm hands lightly caress my calves – his thumbs make a line up the center back of my leg from heel to buttock. My ass lifts to meet him, but he moves down to my feet and repeats the move. Over and over he strokes my legs like this … I want him to touch me and he continues to tease.

Finally he begins to massage my ass … mmmmm it feels good. His strong hands knead the muscle & flesh, he pulls and rolls as if he were molding me to a new shape. I softly moan with his moves. This feels like heaven.

Without warning he spreads my legs and he uses both hands to massage my sex. I gasp. I writhe. I moan. Within minutes my primed body cums hard. I am panting, but he doesn't stop. He wants me to come for him again. He uses my juice to massage me, paying extra attention to my clit. He likes to be thorough, so he puts two fingers inside me to massage me inside and out. I groan as my hips rock with the movement of his fingers. 

Then he pulls out and tells me to roll over – I do so and spread my legs wantonly for him. His mouth covers me, he uses his tongue, his teeth and his lips to make me cum for him again … and again.

As I lay exhausted but sated, he lightly strokes his hand across my breasts. He leans down to kiss my cheek and murmur praise in my ear. Then he covers my body to prevent a chill and walks away. I want to complain, but I'm so tired. Next time it will be his turn.