3 comments/ 18419 views/ 13 favorites Most Erotic Massage Experience Possible Pt. 01 By: monicaelwes The salon made no pretence about it. It was not shady. It looked the part. It was modern, stylish, well-equipped and furnished and yes, in its way it was sexist. There were no ugly fat masseuses employed here. We were all attractive and well groomed. We dressed beautifully with enough of our bodies on show to be interesting, but not so much as to be vulgar or look tarty. It did not say one service was on offer then provide something different. The owners had thought everything through and all was done to reinforce the message that they conveyed on the website and what was continued at the salon. And that message was "Visit us for the most erotic massage experience possible." And it worked. We had customers almost queuing round the block. We were generally booked up at least a week or so in advance, although craftily the receptionists left a few slots for businessmen who were in town just for a day or so, and we had an at least fifty per cent return rate. I was thirty-one and recently at the time. I had studied to be a sports therapist and was working at a local gym. That did not pay much so I moonlighted first as a receptionist at a beauty salon and then as a receptionist at the massage parlour or, as the owners liked to call it. 'A unisex beauty salon I had been there less than a month when one of the owners asked if I would like to become a part time masseuse. Naturally, I had learned the basics of massage at college, but had no desire to provide the extras that I learned from the girls was as good as mandatory. "So what do you offer the guys?" I rather naively asked Merna the beautiful Indian girl with who I had become quite friendly. "It depends on the client." "How?" "Well we don't offer anything, that's one of the ways that sets us apart from the rest of the massage places in London." "No?" "They have to ask, it more or less makes everything legal then." "So if they ask?" "As I say it does depends on the guy, but I will do anything from hand-relief, to reverse massage, sometimes oral and now and then full sex." "Wow." "You have to Monica," she said. "That is if you want to earn between one and two grand a week tax free." "How much?" I said almost choking on my words. "Really?" "Yes, my plan is to do it for two or three more years and then have babies and retire." It was some time before I realised that this was a set up. That it was one way the owners recruited new masseuses and I had fell for it. But then what the hell? * I had been in the job for a couple of months. During the first few weeks I offered no more than hand relief. It was scary at first, but I soon got used to it, although in that period I avoided the clients groping hands. I think someone was vetting the customers who came to me for none of them got upset at my rather prudish behaviour. I knew, though, that I would have to change if I was to build a customer base to earn the money my ambitions had settled on. At first I added on topless. I have nice pert, B cup tits, and I am slimly built with a good bum and fair legs. I am blonde well blondish dependent upon my mood and my stylist, with blue eyes. I have been told I am beautiful although I take that with a pinch of salt as it is usually said to girls when a man is trying to get into her knickers. So as I played with the guy's dicks with my tits bare, inevitably of course their hands would wander, sometimes to my bum, but more often to my breasts and nipples. I was a bit charry of that at first, but as with most things I got used to it. Obviously, a topless massage was an extra as was touching and my next offering, sucking my nipples. A happy ending massage, with me bare above the waist and the punter both touching and kissing and licking my nipples cost one hundred and fifty; that was on top of the fifty or so the salon charged them. Over the next month or so I added massaging in the nude and reverse massage to my repertoire. Naturally, a few punters wanted more and during the next month or so I was sorely tempted, as it were, to go all the way. Then one day, I gave in and let a good looking forty something guy fuck me. Although hellishly nervous as we did it, I enjoyed it and actually did cum. So once I had broken my duck I became like Merna and if he was nice, I fancied him and he was willing to pay the price, two hundred for the full monty, I was his. And that's how I became a massage salon, hooker. Over the next few months I developed my own ways of working and dressing. And from that I designed a number of specials that the salon would offer to their VIP clients. My favourite that we priced at five-hundred went as follows. * When I had started at the salon, which was in a low rise, Victorian apartment block just behind Harrods in Knightsbridge, we had to wear white, button up the front, cotton coats like doctors wear. They were tight and made from good quality Egyptian cotton that meant they were partially transparent, particularly when the material was stretched as they always were across the girl's breasts and bottoms. To titillate the punters, sorry clients, the hem of the coat was about four inches above our knees thus, giving easy access to our thighs and bottoms to the guys willing to pay the price to touch us up. Whilst I still wore that coat for my day by day clients, I changed it for my VIP package. But then I changed lots of things for that. Firstly, I dispensed with underwear. Secondly I bought several identical outfits. These were tight, cropped pants that were made from a thin stretchy material, a bit like that used for long johns. They moulded themselves to my stomach, pubic mound and thighs and ended just beneath my knees. My feet were bare. On top I wore a vest or singlet, a little like athletes wear, which was made from the same material as the leggings. That also was tight and was thin enough to illustrate quite clearly my lack of a bra. The salon had a VIP suite that the girls were allowed to use, although we had to pay, when we entertained a client with our special offering. It was a much larger room with a double width table, so two could comfortably lay side by side or, if a two girl massage was the offering all three could be on the table. Off to one side was a bathroom with a double size shower so that three or four could be in it the same time and a kidney shaped bath that could seat six. In the main room in addition to the table there was a seating area with a sofa, two chairs, a coffee table, a fridge for the champagne, floor to ceiling mirrors along one wall and a mirrored ceiling. My client had been selected by the owners of the salon and one of them introduced me to Neil when he arrived at two one afternoon. They had done a good job for me. Neil was good looking, had a nice build with clearly not a lot of excess flesh, longish blonde hair with flecks of grey and was smartly dressed in beige chinos and a dark blue, heavy cotton shirt. Probably in his mid-forties his eyes sort of lit up when I walked into the VIP suite in my long johns and vest! "Well Monica, that certainly is some outfit." Smiling I replied. "Thanks, pleased that you like it." We chatted for a while as the owner poured us all a glass of Champagne and Neil's eyes quite pleasingly to me kept looking up and down my body. "Well I guess I had better leave you two," the owner said standing up shaking Neil's hand, patting me on the shoulder and leaving. "So Monica?" Neil said as we both remained standing. "I need to get a few things so why don't you make yourself comfortable and lay face down on table," I said handing him a smallish towel. "And the towel?" "What about it?" "What shall I do with it?" Smiling I replied." Just lay it across your bottom." I had developed a way of working that went from being suggestive to being almost prudish. For the first twenty minutes or so I gave a pretty straight massage to his back and legs. I enjoyed doing that and I knew that it created a nice mood and atmosphere for both of us. For me it was the pleasure of massaging properly and for the customer it was the confusion I was causing by ignoring anything overtly erotic and implying to him that it was a straight massage. Returning to the room I saw Neil laying on his front and smiled when I saw that he had laid the towel across his bottom in a way where it came half way down the back of his thighs. "Ready then Neil?" I asked resting fingers on his bare back. "Yes very." I let my hand drift slowly down his back, my nails running softly across his smooth, nicely tanned skin. I had learnt that the combining of suggestive moves with clearly straight ones was more of a turn on for the guys. Lifting the towel and folding it so it just covered the crease in his pert bottom I saw that his legs were closed so I could not see his 'tackle' through them. "There that's better," I said patting the towel covering his bum. "I can get at more of you now." But of course I didn't. I worked his back quite vigorously giving him what I hoped was an excellent massage that would actually do him some good. Finishing his back and shoulders I put a light covering of oil on his legs and did them in a similar way to how I had worked his back. I had to pull them open a little way so that I could do the insides of his thighs and of course as I did that the towel moved and I did see his scrotum and the crease between his well-formed cheeks; it was a nice sight. I replaced the towel and finished the massage not going anywhere near his balls, perineum and bum. Wondering how he was feeling I said. "Would you like to turn over Neil?" as I handed him the towel and turned my back so I did not see his nudity. As I expected he had placed the towel so that it covered his genitals. As I walked from one side of the room where I had collected my oil spray round the table to behind his head, Neil's eyes did not leave my body. My nipples had hardened at the thought of what I was now about to do and I knew they, along with the shadows of my areola and pubes would be quite clearly visible to him. He smiled, rather nervously I thought, and I smiled back. Since becoming a massage hooker, as I now think of myself, I have become far more of an exhibitionist and I simply adore men ogling me, but then I guess I have to otherwise I would not be able to do what I do with them. I stood behind his head and looking into his raised eyes said. "Have you ever had a scalp massage, Neil?" "Only at a hairdressers not at er um." "A massage parlour," I grinned running my fingers through his thick hair. "Right, no I haven't." "Well close your eyes as we are going to heaven." My special massages are in three stages that I call straight, arousing and the action. I was now moving from stage one to stage two. Using both hands, I started on his eyebrows. Running my fingertips along them rustling the hairs and then sliding up his forehead and into his hair. I massaged the front of his scalp with all eight fingers and both thumbs gradually edging my way to the crown of his head that I massaged or, more truthfully caressed heavily. I let my thumbs run down the back of his head to find his neck below his hairline. I stroked and massaged that and then whispered. "Lift your head up for me Neil, please." I was starting to turn up the heat and illustrate that whatever he may have thought from the first stage, this was going to be far from a straight massage. Holding the back of his head in both hands, I rested it on my waist just above my tummy knowing full well that any touch of the masseuse's body on a client was a big turn on for them. Pressing that soft and yielding part of my body against his head more firmly than was really needed I slid my hands down and lightly massaged his neck and shoulders. This drew several mmmmm s and sighs from him, but I was not sure whether that was because his head was pressing on my tummy or because of my fingers on his neck and shoulders. "Nice?" I rather needlessly asked as I fished for compliments. "Yes it's lovely Monica." "Wait it gets better." Still resting the back of his head on my tummy I said very quietly. "I am now going to do your face Neil, ever had that done before?" "No." Using just my fingertips I made no pretence of this being anything like a massage, I mean why the hell would anyone need their face massaged for any reason other than seeking a sensual experience? And, so I am told, a face 'massage' is a very sensual experience indeed. I ran my fingertips round and down his forehead and so very lightly across each eyelid several times before going further and sliding them down his nose to his chin and onto his neck. The doing all of that in reverse and carefully avoiding his lips I was ready to go further. Neil was clearly enjoying it, but then I have not had a punter, sorry customer who hasn't, well I don't think I have. This time as I softly and equally slowly ran my fingertips across his closed eyes and over his cheekbones I did not stop as I got to his mouth. No this time I ran one finger along his bottom lip, parting that slightly from the upper one so that my finger slipped inside and ran along the inside of his lower lip. I felt him reacting to that and I slipped my finger along his gum and teeth. Gently I probed those open and slid my index finger, past his teeth and inside his mouth. Like several had before he sucked on it so I pushed it further inside his mouth. I find that to be an amazingly arousing action, but I am not sure why? Is it connected to me simulating sucking his cock or is his feminine side rearing its head? I don't know but with the top of his head pressed against my tummy, one of my hands stroking his chest just above his manboobs and the forefinger on the other simulating fucking motions I finger fucked his mouth "That was brilliant Monica, thanks," he groaned as I carefully laid his head back on the rolled up towel that acted as a pillow for his head. "Thanks Neil, it's time for your chest now," I said remaining standing behind his head. "You ok with lots of oil?" "Yes that'll be fine." I covered his chest with loads of oil and I do mean loads. It ran down both sides of his chest and onto the double layer of paper I had placed on the sheet covering the double bed sized massage table. I took a little time softly massaging, although nearly all pretence of that was vanishing by the second, his shoulders and upper chest. Then putting my hands on his collar bones I pushed forward onto his chest, over each breast, down the other sides, across his lower chest and down to his waist so that my finger brushed against the towel. I didn't push that off, but instead retraced my movement with my hands so that they were back on his shoulders. By reaching as far down his body as I did, I had to bend my body over his face. The first few times I did that I held back a little but on the third surge downwards, I didn't. This time I let my body brush across his face. I let my breasts graze across his face, but at first I guessed he did not realise what was happening. The second time I did it I think he was catching on and the third time that I did it and much slower that time, I was sure he realised what I was doing. And that was massaging his face with my body. Obviously, rubbing my body down his oiled up chest had other effects as well. The oil soaked into my thin, cotton vest with the inevitable result, it became even more see through. But at that stage Neil could not see that, although I knew that soon I would flaunt my near nakedness to him. I repeated the slow downward sweep several times going further down his body and under the towel on each sweep, but still avoiding touching his cock that I guessed was becoming erect. Although not touching that I went close for I slid my hands across his nicely flat stomach and onto the tops of his legs. To get that far I had to stretch as much as I could, which meant that my tummy pressed against the back of his head, my lower chest against his face and my breasts against his chest. "Oh my god Monica," he groaned. I wasn't quite sure whether that was from arousal or near suffocation. Each time I brought my hands back up his slippery body I lingered on his manboobs. Cupping the small amount of flesh as men do to mine I pinched and pulled on his little nipples, not knowing how much pleasure and excitement that gave him. The movements of his body and his hands reaching up and gripping the sides of mine suggested that he got quite a lot. By sliding my body across Neil's head, the singlet had come out of the waistband of the pants so when he reached up his hand went inside the singlet and onto my bare flesh. That felt nice, but it was too soon. From experience I knew that if I let him continue then he would quickly be going for my boobs and then would want full sex. Whilst that was on the agenda and it could be argued that the quicker we got that out of the way the sooner I could get my tip from him and finish. That was not my style though. Selling your body is a difficult psychological concept for any woman and we handle it in different ways. My way was to 'love' the man whilst we were together. That way I treated him as my extra special lover and thus, gave him the best sex I could. I shut everything else in my world out of my mind and committed myself totally to the man and the service he was buying. In addition to that seeming to salve my conscious, it also meant that I actually enjoyed the experience. Moving away I stood at the side of the bed and smiled when I saw his eyes widen when he saw that my singlet was drenched with the oil. My breasts would be clearly visible and my erect nipples would be making dents in the thin, now diaphanous cotton. "Wow," he grinned. Smiling back I took hold of his left wrist, the one nearer to me. Lifting his arm I began massaging the top of it with my other hand. In this position we could look at each other and his eyes wandered from mine down to my waist and back up again, focusing inevitably on my breasts. Resting his elbow on the table I massaged his lower arm and then each finger and the palm of his hand. His hand was very near to my chest and several guys have at this stage reached for my breast, but Neil did not, although I suspected he would have liked to and being truthful, I would not have minded. "Now the other one," I said reaching across him and taking hold of his right arm. I pulled that across his body and placed his hand on my shoulder. Massaging firstly his biceps I slowly moved down past his elbow and onto his lower arm. As I was able to use both hands I lifted his hand from my shoulder and started to massage that. The palm was open and just a few inches from my left breast. I looked into his eyes and could see his lust and desire. Holding his gaze I inched his open hand slowly towards my left breast. Still lightly massaging it I stopped when it was just a couple of inches away from my body and started caressing the back of his hand. Then with our gazes locked I whispered. "Yes?" and pulled his hand so that the gap was closed and he was cupping my breast. "Please Monica, yes," he replied as his fingers sunk into the pliant flesh. I pushed gently against his hand and asked. "Nice?" "Mmmm wonderful," he sighed caressing me. He slid his other arm round me and his hands rested on the left cheek of my bottom. He rubbed that and squeezed the flesh. Holding his gaze I pulled his hand away from my breast and ran my tongue across the palm before I kissed that several times. As I was doing that he lifted up his other hand and went to slip that inside the waistband of the long john lookalikes. "Oh no Neil," I said reaching behind me and removing his hand. "I have not finished massaging you yet." Most Erotic Massage Experience Possible Pt. 01 "Oh yes, my legs." "You got it," I replied moving to the end of the table by his feet. Due to his movements, the towel had slipped a bit so that he was almost showing his genitals. I rearranged it so that he was covered from his waist to about half way down his upper legs. Again I was using the ploy of combining a demure action with tease. He must have known by now, as indeed he would have been told before confirming his booking that sex was very much on the agenda, in fact it was the agenda. But my actions that hinted at something else were all designed to increase his arousal and enjoyment; give a lot and exceed the punter's expectations and they will come back was my motto. Drizzling the oil all over his legs and feet until they were slick and glistening I quickly ran my hands up and down them a few times to rub it into his skin. I lifted one of his feet and rested it on my tummy. His toes were nearly touching my boob and that felt good to me so I guessed it did to him too. I pulled it up a little so that his toes pressed into the softness of my breasts. He pushed his toe more firmly I massaged one foot then the other giving his instep, sole and each toe a nice going over as all the time I pressed myself against it and he pushed back a little. "That's lovely Monica, I have never had that done before." "Good so you are getting lots of first today then." "Yes I certainly am." "We'll have to see if we can find a few more won't we?" "And what might they be?" He asked pushing his foot upwards so that his big toe touched my boob. "Now that would be telling and Neil it won't be you massaging my boobs with your feet." "Sounds interesting." "Yes, but me massaging your legs should be more so," I told him putting his foot back down on the table. In my special massages, I attend to the client's chest from where I had massaged Neil and their legs from where I was standing now, right at the foot of the table. I turned the light classical music up on the iPod and drizzled even more oil onto his legs. Gripping his ankles as I looked into his eyes I slowly pulled his legs open. Then still holding his gaze I slid my hands slowly up his calf muscles, over his knees, onto his thighs and up to nearly the tops of his legs. My hands went under the towel stopped for a moment or two and then started their descent. Pausing momentarily, I then repeated the exercise. Neil's head fell back so we lost eye contact. I repeated that massage process a dozen or so times going inside the towel and nearer and nearer to his balls and cock that I could see from the bulge in the towel was erect, but making sure I did not touch it. I saw that he was now gripping the bed quite tightly and he rolled his head from side to side a few times. I had several other surprises for him with my special. I clambered up onto the bed and knelt between his feet. He looked up and smiled. I slid my hands under his legs behind his knees and smiled back as I lifted his knees up and open pulling his feet up the bed. The towel slipped a bit but stayed covering his male bits. I moved further up the bed between his opened and raised legs and knelt so that my legs were pressing against his inner thighs and my knees were nearly touching his bum. I started to massage his thighs. With his legs above the knees at about a forty-five degree angle to the bed I had to rub downwards until I reached his groin and then up the sides of his stomach until I reached his hip bones. Once there I paused and then reversed the move. "Oh my god," Neil groaned his eyes tightly closed as slowly he rolled his head from side to side. I bunched the towel in the middle of his stomach thus, totally unnecessarily really, but simply adding to the tease and sexual tension, preserving his modesty, at least for the time being. As I slid down his legs and across his stomach several times my fingers went nearer and nearer to his genitals, but still I did not touch them. I had been 'massaging' him for about forty minutes now and I had still to touch him sexually. Neil was an excellent client. Many by now would have been all over me, groping and pawing and taking the control that I wanted away from me. I appreciated his patience and was determined to reward that by giving him the best massage he had ever experienced. We had loads of time for neither the salon or I put a time limit on my specials. Whilst most lasted two to three hours, one had gone on all afternoon for nearly six. My hope was that I could build a client base of specials large enough that I could do just them and not bother with the ordinary stuff. I worked out that if could get the price up to, say, seven hundred quid and I averaged three a week then I could pull in around two hundred grand a year tax free. Nice if you can get it, I thought. It was now time to move on, he had waited long enough, he deserved more and was about to get it. Putting my hands under each leg I slowly slid them downwards until they reached the bed. Then sliding up his groin under the towel, the side of my right hand momentarily brushed against his balls before continuing upwards. His whole body jerked and he grunted. I did it again this time with my left hand and got a similar reaction from him; that was lovely. I repeated that several times before letting the side of my hand graze along the length of his fully erect, but still unseen prick. "Oh yes, yes Monica," he groaned as I ran my fingertips slowly up and down it several times. "Not sure we need this any more do we Neil?" I asked pulling the towel away. "No, not at all," he gasped back as I looked down at the gorgeous cock I was now holding in my hands. I got the oil spray and pressed that several times covering his cock, balls and stomach and making them glisten beautifully. Actually it is not really oil, but looks like it. I use nuro gel. It has all the appearance of oil and is wonderfully slippery and shiny, but it is tasteless and does not stain at all. Hence, I could get as much on my singlets and pants as I wanted and then it would wash off after. As importantly, when either my or, the client's mouth came in contact with the other's body there was not that distasteful oily feel or strong taste. Reaching up I cupped his manboobs and gently squeezed them as easing myself forward I rubbed the top half of my body over his cock with that fitting neatly between my boobs. He groaned with pleasure at the sensation of my body on his as I rocked myself back and forward on his erection. Gradually I was going further, moving up his body, sliding my stomach nearer to his cock and my face closer to his. Then I got my pubic mound onto his erection and rubbed myself on that as his hands reached up, gripped the cheeks of my bottom and squeezed them. I sat up. I knew that both the white top and pants would be as good as see-through from the oil and his eyes on my body told me that was probably true. But just to make sure I sprayed the singlet and then went further down and soaked the pants covering my stomach and pubic area. "Oh fucking hell Monica, what are you doing?" He asked reaching out for me, but I dodged his hands and again lay on top of him and rubbed his body with mine. His hard, long cock felt lovely pressed against me. I reached down for it and took it in both hands. The feel of an erect, oiled up cock during an erotic massage really is wonderful and Neil's was no exception. "Nice?" I asked looking up and catching his eye. "Oh yes. Yes, yes yes, fucking nice," he groaned fondling my hair. I sat up and still holding his gaze I lifted up my singlet and removed it. My tits seemed like magnets to his hands that immediately grabbed them. I didn't mind. I was at a stage where I had committed myself to Neil and the extras and most outside influences had ceased to exist. I squirmed my chest against his hands and my mound against his erection, both felt great. He slithered his hands down my body and into the waist band of my pants. I knew that he could see what he probably most wanted to see through the material that had been transparent by the oil. "Do these come off," he croaked? "Do you want them off?" "Yes, yes I do, I would like them off." Moving so that I was kneeling between his opened legs I smiled at him and said. "Then Neil, yes they do come off." It was a struggle and I found it an awkward process getting the soaked, tight, cropped pants off, but eventually I pulled them over my feet and I dropped them on the floor. I was naked. "Oh god Monica you are gorgeous," he groaned as I laid flat on top of him. With both our bodies oiled up I was able to slither mine against his giving him a nuro massage or as it is more commonly known a body to body massage. As I did that I reached down and once more took his cock in my hand. He went to kiss me, which is something many working girls do not like as they feel it is too intimate. I don't mind though. My thinking was that if you go to the extent of being naked with a guy, there cannot really be anything that is too intimate. So I kissed him deeply and lengthily with lots of use of my tongue and teeth. I slid to one side of him so we were lying side by side our mouths clamped my hand still holding his dick. He started to pump it and began fucking my hand. "I think you need to cum don't you Neil?" "Yes Monica I do, sorry." "No need to be." "Can I cum on you?" He asked. "Yes, where do you want to cum?" "On your tits, is that ok?" I wriggled down the bed a little way so that my breasts were about level with his waist. He sat up as I continued rubbing him. "Jesus, Monica" He groaned pumping more firmly. "Come on Neil, go for it," I grunted loving both the feel of his pulsating prick in my hands and the look of such intense pleasure on his face. And go for it he did for I doubt that I had ever seen quite so much sperm stream out of a guy's cock and onto and between my boobs. ***** Author's Note This is not the end, although Neil has had a happy ending. Look out for Part 2 of this ultimate massage experience!