5 comments/ 25348 views/ 7 favorites Muff Muncher By: magmaman {There is no real category for this one, so I stuck it in "Erotic Couplings". It's probably not, really. Oh well, I wrote it just for fun anyway.} +++ What?" Justin asked his coworker Jay. "Muff Muncher, dude, you are dead in the water with that one!" He cackled like he had just cracked the world's greatest joke, then headed out to the islands to sell some gas. Justin almost couldn't believe it. The lady UPS driver had walked in with some parcels for the shop. Justin signed for them, her blouse was open a bit and he could see one of the prettiest little titties he had ever seen in his life when she bent over the counter. Her name was Karen, he knew that from the tag on her blouse, she was tall and lean and brown with perfect muscles. It was easy to tell, she had on a short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts, brown of course. Justin loved muscular women, he learned that in his evening massage therapy classes he had been taking. He was going to those classes mostly because he could afford it with the government stipend for training, plus he had seen all the ads on TV about being "independent" and making big bucks. Thinking that with just 6 clients a day at $60.00 a pop, that was $360.00 every day, hell, $1800.00 a week? 52 weeks in a year? Man! He figured in just a few months he could buy the shiny red Corvette he had been drooling over, with that he could pick up women by the trainload! The gas station paid him $8.00 an hour and he was dirty and smelled like gas all the damned time. His fucking Toyota with the green right front fender just didn't seem to impress the ladies much. Doing massages he would smell like Lavender and Almond oil. Justin planned on being stinking rich and doing something that was fun at the same time, what a deal. Karen was muscular, no doubt about that. Pretty in a long and lanky way, she had high cheekbones and a slender nose, not even a hint of makeup. There was something about her that made his dick head up with a mind of it's own. He even liked the way her hair was pulled back in a no nonsense pony tail, and her eyes that were startlingly green seemed to dig right into him like she knew exactly where his head was at. As soon as she was gone he mentioned to Jay that he had just fallen in love. Jay cackled like it was some kind of joke. That was when he made the crack about her being a "Muff Muncher." Justin was thinking no way, that was probably one of the most female of females he had ever seen. She had let him look down her blouse at her tit, too. He even saw her nipple, surrounded by a strip of barely lighter skin, it was soft and pinkish brown, shaped like a Walnut shell with a tiny little tip. Hell, that had to be deliberate, no way could she not have known? He decided Jay was just fucking nuts, or jealous, or something. The little prick had to put down everyone, it seemed like. The next day she was back, two more parcels. Justin went over and signed for them, giving her his biggest and best smile. She once again leaned on the counter, and once again one perfect little tittie hung there in space in plain view. Now Justin was sure, she liked him and was teasing him. No doubt about that at all now. "Say, Karen? I was thinking, would you like to join me after work for a drink down at Tony's?" He asked. Tony's was THE place to head after work with a female, it was where all the action locally was going on. To even talk at all people had to lean in real close to hear over the racket, that probably was part of the plan. It was where he nearly always took a date, if he was hunting for a warm body for the night he normally headed for the Dew Drop Inn. It was quieter there and he could work his best lines on any talent that was available. "No thank you." She said with a bright smile, and then she was gone. Justin was crushed at that. Jay overheard him ask, of course he had to make a deal out of it. "Told ya, ya dumb fuck! That one eats pussy, no way in hell will you get within a mile of that stuff." "She was flashing her boob at me?" Justin protested. "That's because you are a guy, to her you are only part of the furniture!" He snorted, heading back out to wait on someone. Justin grumbled but just went back to work. He was thinking of Karen the next afternoon at his massage classes while he worked on Debbie, the overly soft mid 40's housewife that was looking for a second profession. Justin didn't think Debbie was ever going to make it though, her touch was so light when it was his turn on the table that it was almost like a tickle session. Just his luck to draw her for a practice partner more than half the time. Either that or he drew the gay guy, Dirk. Just once he had gotten to work on Jean, she was blond and a fox and so nice and hard bodied. Working on her he had to really pay attention to keep his hands from drifting underneath the drape. He had even managed to get a peek at her pussy once, it was completely hairless. But when he had let the drape slip off of one of her boobs, saying "Oops!", she had reached down and yanked it back into place and glared at him. Jean turned out to be a fucking bitch. After class that day Sylvia, the instructor, had called him into the office and given him a 30 minute lecture on "proper" draping techniques. Jean, it seemed, was a fucking squealer. Sure, he probably shouldn't have been sneaking a peek at her snatch, but it was kind of pretty. Justin apologized, saying that was all just an accident, he still wasn't very good at draping and he would try to do better. He even took the little booklet she gave him home with him. Of course he never bothered to read it. He just threw that in the pile of other massage books he had never bothered to read. +++ Debbie was on the big side, so much so that her boobs kept rolling out the side of the drape. Afraid of what Sylvia would say if she saw that, he kept yanking on the sheet and tucking it back in. After he had tugged the damn sheet back into place for the umpteenth time, he was thinking maybe he should bring some rope to class and tie the fucking over sized things together. "You need to relax, Justie. They are only breasts, we girls like them rubbed too." Debbie grinned at him. Justin hated being called "Justie." Dirk, the skinny gay guy that was in his class always called him that, no amount of correcting had any effect at all. So of course that was starting to stick. "You know we aren't supposed to do that. The school frowns on it, Sylvia already read me the riot act." He answered her. "Yea, I know, but they hurt and it feels good. You can if you want to. Screw Sylvia and the massage board!" She grinned up at him. Justin blinked at that, then thought what the fuck. They did say that if the client gave permission, some things were OK? Plus they had the little draw curtains between each table for a tiny bit of privacy anyway. He had only barely begun to vigorously rub her titties when Sylvia, the class instructor came by. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "I am massaging Debbie's boobs, she asked me to! She said they hurt, so its..therapeutic!" Justin answered her. Sylvia looked at Debbie. "Yes, I asked him to, it's all right." Debbie said, defending him. She lay there naked to the waist, Justin had one giant breast in both hands, mauling it thoroughly. Sylvia blinked a couple of times, looked at Justin, then back at Debbie. "Well. OK. As long as your client asks, but remember...." And she launched off into her usual spiel about all the laws on draping and the troubles with sexual harassment and possible fines from the massage board for "taking advantage." Justin had heard it all about 20 times. He also noticed Sylvia seemed to be very interested in what he was doing. Either that or she was very interested in Debbie's giant tits. "What a pain in the ass!" He whispered to Debbie as soon as Sylvia was out of earshot. She just giggled. "You can rub my boobies anytime you want to." She whispered, with a tiny trace of a gasp in her voice. Justin laughed at that, he was twisting both of her nipples at the time, having lost his train of thought he had changed from being a therapist to playing. He quickly composed himself and went back to practicing. Hell, he even felt himself get a partial boner going, that was amazing. A boner at Debbie, for God's sake? She was twice his age and twice his size. It was bad enough that when he switched to her legs, he had a losing struggle with himself to keep from trying to sneak a peek at her pussy. He let his hands go pretty high, and getting no response from her at all he bumped the sheet higher than normal, then deliberately dropped his little bottle of oil and glanced up under the drape. It sure was dark and hairy up there. On the way home that night he was thinking that he needed to get himself laid, he was still half hard from having had one hell of a day. Debbie's nipples were soft and the size of the end of a coke can. That had been a kick in the ass. He remembered her fingertips barely tickling his hairy balls a couple of times when they had switched, that had felt damned good. When she had done some overlapping pulls on his sides, the tips of her fingers went way around like she was maybe trying to feel for his cock? She didn't quite make it but she got damned close, way closer than any of the other classmates ever did. Except for Dirk. He had to growl at Dirk a couple of times. He was willing to bet that in a more private setting Debbie just might wrap her hand around his dick. He shook his head to clear that thought, it only made his overly tight balls snug up even more. Damn, Justin felt horny! It had been a few weeks, he hadn't been doing very well since he broke up with his last girlfriend Sara. Sara had no sense of humor at all. When she caught him with his hand up that little oriental gal named Miko's blouse in the hallway at a party, she had thrown a fit, stomped off and wouldn't take his phone calls. He had tried to explain that all he was doing was showing Miko some of the massage techniques he had learned but she didn't buy that at all. Then Miko's boyfriend had gotten upset, yelling something about him being a pervert and going to get his ass kicked, so Justin felt it was prudent to get the hell out of there. Especially since the guy was about 9 feet tall. Yep. Things had been on the lean side lately. The Dew Drop Inn was right on the way. That place usually had a half dozen reasonably good looking units in there, it was worth a shot so he pulled in. Once his eyes adjusted to the damn near pitch black inside, he spotted two women sitting at the bar, right on the end. He headed that way, veering off as he got close when he saw that they both looked to be in their fifties. Dressed to the nines, too. Obviously a couple of Cougars, he was in the mood for someone tall and muscular. The last time he had ended up with one of the older ones, she had damn near killed him. When he finally got the broad back into her clothes and out the door, his pecker was so sore he rubbed some of his massage oil on it. There was a couple of girls and a guy playing pool in the back, they all looked to be underage to him so he stayed away from them, too. He found a table against the wall where he could sit and check out the talent. Fran, the tired looking barmaid with a skirt way too short and way too much of her fake tits sticking out took his order. Justin liked Fran, she always acted like she was excited that he had dropped by. Then he noticed that she was that way with everyone, still, she managed to make him feel special. "Be right back, Sugar." She said, walking away. Justin watched her twitch her ass, she was sure working for the tips it looked like. "Here ya go, Sugar, $2.50." She was back in about 60 seconds with a tall brew. Justin handed her three ones and gave her a little wave, she dropped the change in her cup. He was taking the second swig of his tall beer when he saw her. Karen! Hot damn! Sitting at a table by herself! She had on jeans and a blouse, her hair down, that made her look a lot different but it was her for sure. He started to get up, then an older dark haired woman walked in and looked around. She had very short cropped hair, and she was built like the proverbial brick shit house. Karen looked over at her with a smile and lifted her arm, so Justin paused halfway out of his seat. When the dark haired woman walked over and hugged Karen, Justin sat back down. The two women just sat there and talked. Justin sat there and watched them. By the third beer, he had to take a leak so he got up and went to the man's room. He angled away from Karen and the other woman so they wouldn't see them. Coming back out, he almost ran full tilt into Karen heading down the hallway towards the woman's room. "Excuse me!" She said with that same smile, Justin looked at her and saw those startlingly green eyes flash with recognition. "I know you, aren't you the guy that works at the Gas station over on 2nd?" "Yes, I'm Justin. Nice to see you tonight." He started to slip by her in the narrow hallway. "See you at the shop!" She smiled and went into the room. Justin beat a hasty retreat, he went home and went to bed. At class the next day he drew his name for a partner for the day, just his luck he drew the gay guy. He went through the motions, then they switched and he had to lay there while the guy practiced on him. It made him cringe a little bit, he was thinking that if Dirk touched his balls he was going to smack the shit out of him, but he didn't. He went through the motions like they had all been taught, Justin finally felt himself start to relax, the guy was pretty good. He even gave him a compliment after, Dirk grinned and told Justin that he had great hands too. They left it at that, Justin headed home, but stopped and hit the Dew Drop Inn again. Fran looked even nastier than normal, at one point she leaned over a bit too far and one huge black nipple appeared for a moment. That didn't help Justin's state at all. Her shorts were so tiny half of her butt cheeks hung out the bottom, and he was pretty sure he could see where the top part of her pubic hair had been. Justin was beginning to think it might be worth the effort to tap that. With no sign of Karen after an hour or so, he finally went on home, where he had no choice at all but to yank one off. All he had to do was think of Karen leaning over the counter at work, her perfectly round little tittie just hanging there in space and he finished right up. At work the next day he was on break when the big van rolled up. Justin was at the counter reading a catalog that had massage tables, bundles of drapes already cut to fit, other supplies and things like that. He was just two weeks from getting his certificate, then all he had to do was go down and take the board tests and he would be licensed. Then he would be in the money and out of the damn gas station rat hole. Karen had several parcels this time and the shop had a bunch of shipments going out. The fucking boss dabbled on the online auction sites, then he made Justin or Jay package up the crap. The boss was in his office on the computer 99% of the time it seemed. "Hi, Justin!" Karen called out when she walked in. "Hi, Karen. We have some ready to go, here is the pick slip." He handed her the pickup tag, she came over and leaned down to sign it. Once again, there it was. That absolutely perfect little tittie. Karen signed the form and looked up, catching him cold looking down the front of her blouse. She didn't say anything, just smiled sweetly. Justin flushed at having been caught. "What's this?" She asked, reaching out to pick up the catalog. "Just some supplies I need. I am finishing up my massage classes at the college, I plan on being a therapist. A...body worker. I just can't keep...working here." He couldn't stop himself from blushing at saying that. "Oh, neat! I thought of that too but this job pays so well. Still, I bet that is a fun job, isn't it?" "Yea, I wasn't sure at first but once I got into it, it is really rewarding, being able to help people and make them feel better." Justin spouted the party line, everyone in his class said things like that all the time. "I can imagine. I get massages all the time, I am forever hurting my back from dragging all these packages around." "Maybe someday..you know? When I get my license? I would be glad to work on you." Justin managed. For some reason he felt tongue tied, he was normally fairly smooth around women but something about her? "Maybe. But I usually just go see women therapists." She smiled sweetly, those green eyes looked at him, and then she was gone again. Yep. Of course she goes to women therapists. No doubt about that. Justin sighed and went back to work. The next day the regular driver was back. It was a guy, Justin figured he would never see Karen again. He just did his job, counting the days. A few days later in class he was lying face down as Debbie tickled his back, when she got to the back of his legs he felt her fingertips drift across his hairy nuts each time she ran them up and over his behind. "You can work more deeply on my glutes, I don't mind." Justin told her. Normally he would have said nothing at all but she kept giving little signals and he was curious. "You're sure? I don't want to offend." There was a teasing tone in her voice. "Naw. I'm not bashful." He told her. "Sometimes my upper legs and butt hurt from all the heavy lifting I do at work. Most therapists won't touch me there but it helps. It's really....therapeutic!" He added. "Where does it bother you?" She asked. "Up high...right alongside...my privates." Justin told her. "OK. But keep an eye out for Sylvia, I don't want to listen to her." Debbie giggled. Justin turned his head, he could see the office around the edge of the curtain, Sylvia sat there doing something on a computer screen, probably playing video games. "She's in her office, on the PC." "Oh. Good! Tell me if she gets up, and tell me if this gets to be too much." Debbie oiled up her hands and slid them over his butt cheeks, then right up the inside of his left leg. All of the coyness was gone, even the tickling was gone. She slid her fingers and then her palms right up alongside his groin, paused and then repeated the motion. On the third stroke he felt the back of her hand slide right up the side of his rapidly hardening dick. God that felt good! He let out a moan. "Is this all right?" She whispered. "Lord, yes!" He mumbled, getting a tiny giggle from her. "OK." With her palm against his thigh, stroked all the way from the tip of his cock back down over his balls, then right back up. She spent a good five minutes doing that, moved to the other side and did it again. "What's Sylvia doing?" She whispered. "Still on the computer." "Good. OK, let's try this technique." She giggled again, then she slid her hand and arm way up underneath, her fingertips touched his belly button, then she slowly dragged her hand down across him. She did that a half dozen times, not closing her hand. Justin was as hard as a rock, her palm and her fingers were sliding right up and down his cock and balls. Justin finally could not stand any more, if she had wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a couple of strokes he would have blasted off. "You better stop, or I am going to...." Debbie withdrew her hand, ran it up over his fanny with that tickling motion she did. "How was that, did that ease the....pain?" She giggled again quietly. "Yea, that was great. You will make a fortune as a therapist!" He grinned, sitting up with the drape over his lap. Muff Muncher "I know it will have to be with just...special customers, but I know about men." She grinned. Justin tugged on his underwear and jeans underneath the drape, found his T-shirt and put it on. He pulled out some fresh sheets and made the table. "Your turn!" He grinned, holding up the top sheet while she undressed. Justin worked her over very well this time, in the middle of the session Debbie mentioned that Sylvia was coming so he was working out her shoulders when she got there. Sylvia went back to her office after making her way up and down the row, Justin slid his hands down to Debbie's ass. "How are your glutes?" He asked. "They definitely need work." She answered. Justin slid his hands over her ample behind, finally letting his fingertips slip right up alongside her pussy. Her big hips came up off the table, he gave the sheet a little push with his wrist so that he could look at her naked beaver. It was hairy and wet looking, gaping open. He slid the back of his hand right across her vagina, similar to what she had done to him. He was rewarded with a gasp. Getting no protest, he turned his hand and began to stroke her, she opened her legs and let him. She stifled a squeal when he slid his thumb inside her, letting it rub gently on the firm upper ridges. Big woman be damned, this was fun! She began to shudder, he just kept on stroking her all the way through her climax. Just as she was coming down, she told him Sylvia was coming again. Debbie quickly flipped over onto her back, drawing the drape up tight. "How is it going?" Sylvia asked, appearing at the end of their section. "Fine. I think I got Debbie nice and relaxed this time." He grinned. Sylvia looked at Justin, then at Debbie whose face was flushed. She sniffed a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that they had been doing something. "You guys!" She said, then she turned and went back into her office. Debbie handed him a slip of paper with her phone number after she got dressed. "I would like to stay in touch, since class is over can we get together again?" "Sure, I would like that." He grinned at her, pocketing the number. One month later Justin had his ads running, his little home office all set up with body charts, drapes, everything he would need. Now all he needed was clients. It only took him a couple of weeks to figure out that the real world was different than what the massage classroom taught. For one thing, clients were not exactly lined up to get an appointment, for another, over 90% of them were men. The first week he had a total of zero, the second week he had just one, and that was a heavy set man around sixty that suggested a happy ending would be nice. "We aren't allowed to do anything like that." Justin told him. The old guy nodded and left, Justin knew he would never see him again. Justin kept his job at the gas station, he had to eat of course. He was getting a bit depressed by the third week, even running ads in a half dozen local advertisers wasn't doing the trick. He even went around looking for message boards he could hang his business card on. Finally he did get another client, a woman that was at least 70 with skin that felt like paper. She told him how wonderful he was, but she never called back. Three long months went by, he was averaging two clients per week and it wasn't getting any better. He had already dropped his price to $45 per hour. He was sitting at home one evening when the phone rang. He picked it up, expecting it to be another male voice making hints. "Are you the same Justin that works at the gas station over on 2nd?" A soft female voice asked. Justin's ears perked right up. "Yes, I am. What can I do for you?" He asked. "This is Karen, I was the relief UPS driver? I saw your ad and figured it might be you, so I called." "Oh, hi! Nice to hear from you." "Anyway, I was wondering if you have any openings? I hurt my back again, and the lady I usually see is off sick with the flu." "Yes, I can see you. How soon would you like?" "As soon as possible, please." "Let me check my schedule, just a moment." Justin looked at his watch, it was 6:30. "How about at 8 PM this evening? I usually shut down by then but I will be glad to see you." He told her. "Oh, thank you! I appreciate it." Justin gave her the address, the instant she hung up he jumped up and started cleaning the house. Then he ran in and sprayed down his massage room with air freshener, and hopped into the shower and scrubbed himself. He barely was dry and dressed in clean clothes when she knocked on the door. He opened it, she stood there with that same sly smile. Her hair was down, she had on tan slacks and a pretty pale beige blouse, open at the throat. "Come on in!" He held the door wide. "It's nice to see you again. I remembered you, it was just an accident that I saw your card down at the laundromat." She smiled, walking in and looking around. "You keep a nice house." She turned and looked at him, once again Justin was totally aware of her vivid green eyes. "Thank you. Here is a form I need, please fill it out and circle the areas of the body causing you concern. Then you can undress to your level of comfort in the massage room, I will wash up and be in in a few minutes." "OK. You don't mind if I take off everything, do you? I usually get my massages that way." "No, I am used to it. Whatever is comfortable for you. I have towels in the room, or sheets. I will be back in a few minutes, you can leave the form here on the desk." "OK." Justin came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, picked up the form. He scanned the first page, all seemed normal except she had checked her back as painful. In the body charts she had circled her back.....and her groin! Her groin? He looked again, there was no mistake, she had carefully circled that. At the bottom of the form she had signed it, and drew a happy face alongside. Justin tapped on the door. "Ready?" He called out. "Yes, come on in." He stepped in, she lay face down on the table, fully nude! It took Justin a moment to gather himself, up to now no one had ever done that. He managed to calmly reach for his Almond oil, poured some on his hands and placed them on her upper back. Glancing down, he saw a swelling and reddish looking spot just above her right hip. "How badly is your back hurting?" He asked her, lightly tracing the swelling with his fingertips. "Pretty bad when I try to turn or lift anything...OH! Right there!" She said. Justin went to work, he kept his strokes light, working blood away from the area to reduce the swelling. She was letting out small moans and groans as he worked, he keyed off of that to know what to do next. He could feel the muscle line responding, at first in protest but then it became easier as he pressed his fingers into her glutes, avoiding the sciatic line. After several dozen repeated motions she began to relax, so he moved up and worked out her upper back, sides, then drifted to her arms. At one point he realized she had fallen asleep. She woke up as he was working out her palms and fingers. "I love having my hands worked out like that, thank you." She turned her head on the pillow to smile at him. "Most women do. Would you like me to do your feet, also?" He had hesitated at that since it would put him at the foot of the table and he didn't want her to think that he was..peeking?" "Oh, please! I love having my feet done, too." Justin stepped down and began to work her feet. He could see all they way up between her legs, she was the same tanned color all over with only a slightly whiter area on the inside of her thighs. There was a thin strip of lighter skin across her back, also. Her lips were large, protruding, they actually appeared to be...engorged? There was a tiny bubble of moisture visible. Justin spent a very long time on her feet, and he was sure from her breathing that she had dozed off again. He stood and looked at her body, her Vagina was prominent, beautiful. Finally he stepped up to her side, tuckung his fingers around her hip and side, gently working out the area of her back that had appeared slightly swollen, it now flowed down into the flare of her hip and looked to be almost normal. He placed his hand on the small of her back, he had been so intent on trying to help her and make her feel good that he was not even aroused at her nudity. "Would you like me to do the front, also?" "Oh, yes. Please do my abdomen, and my hips and legs. My nipples are extremely sensitive, please be careful." She rolled over, flashing him that green eyed smile again. She lay back, reaching up to adjust the pillow, then settled back. She did not appear to be the slightest bit concerned about being completely naked in front of him. Her body was hairless, it was obvious that she had herself waxed. She really was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He gulped, then took a deep breath to calm his own sudden reaction. He started by working out her face, then her neck. Down over her shoulders, finally he allowed his hands to encircle the swell of her breasts. She lay there with her eyes closed, as his fingertips traced circles around each breast. As he watched, her nipples snugged up and hardened, then began to elongate. He couldn't help himself, he allowed his fingers to gently brush her nipples. She shuddered at that but didn't protest so he did it again, getting the same reaction. The third time she opened her eyes and looked at him, smiled and closed her eyes again. Justin was thinking her reactions were odd for a woman who is a lesbian, but she was so pretty he couldn't help himself. She let her breath out in a sigh as he shifted to her stomach, pressing the flesh carefully and slowly in clockwise circles. Her stomach rumbled, then rumbled again. She opened her eyes at that. "Sorry, something I ate, I guess." "Here, let me fix that." Justin averted his eyes, lifted her left knee all the way to her chest and pressed it firmly over to the right, then back. She opened her eyes in little slits and looked at him as he did that. The rumbling stopped, he went back to working on her stomach, she settled back, relaxed. Justin began to work on her hips, even though she was fully nude he was not completely sure of himself. It was at this point when he once again thought of the small circle she had made on the chart. "Is there any other areas...that concern you today?" He asked her, feeling for a response. "Yes, but it's rather intimate and I don't know what your boundaries are." She glanced up at him. Justin was careful to not change expression. "You can tell me anything, I am your therapist, I only want to help you." He told her. "OK. Right alongside my...privates? I keep getting this sticky...uhh...pain, sometimes when I am sitting down and sometimes when I am walking. It really hurts, it's like being stabbed." "I see. Have you been to a physician?" "Yes, but they found nothing. Patricia rubs the area out and it helps a lot. But she is sick and...." "I don't mind, I will try if you don't mind." "It won't bother me, you seem to be nice." She said. Right. Lesbian, of course, Justin thought. "Well, let's see." He said, instantly regretting his choice of words. Karen pulled her knees up and opened her legs wide. She reached down and touched herself, right along side her hairless lips. Justin looked, mildly startled at her doing that so easily, so unconcerned. "It's right here, right in this area and down the inside on my leg, sometimes even all the way up and over my....pubic mound." She actually seemed to flush at that, then she grinned. Good grief! Karen was actually asking him to...rub her bare pussy? Justin reached for his oil, got his fingertips very wet with it, then he reached down and stroked up alongside her vagina. He could see her large lips move slightly with each motion. He began to stroke up and down, then down the inside of her leg and back up. She closed her eyes, he kept up the motions. "Is this helping any?" He asked, completely unsure of what he was doing. "A little bit harder, and higher." She muttered. He increased the pressure, lengthened the stokes. He let his fingertips slide up and over her mound, right alongside her clit. She shuddered but didn't open her eyes. He then slightly increased the speed, thinking this was not very therapeutic but then nothing about this session had been. He was basically masturbating her by now, although he had not yet actually touched her clit. Plus he was breaking about 40 massage therapy board laws. It flashed into his mind that Sylvia would shit her pants right about now if she could see this. "That's...so good! Can you...use your...whole hand?" She asked. Justin splayed his fingers, reached down and drew his palm up and over her, letting his fingertips drag. He repeated the motion several times, her hips came up and her body went into a long series of orgasms, it lasted a solid 15 to 20 seconds. Then she collapsed. She lay there quietly, not moving a muscle. Justin stepped lower and began to work out the front of her legs. She still did not move. When she did open her eyes, they had a smoky look. "Can you do the other side, please? Maybe a bit more...firmly?" "OK." Justin moved over to the other side of the table, began to stroke up her inner thigh. This time the pretense was gone, he allowed his fingers to stroke across her lips, reaching deep between her legs and sliding his whole hand upwards from her buttocks. Karen's breath began to come in short little gasps, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her orgasm this time was an explosion. He wiped his hands on a clean towel he kept nearby, then he lightly rubbed her naked body out in long flowing strokes. Finally he was done, he glanced at the clock, it was 10:30. They had been at it nearly 2 and one half hours. He poured a dab of rubbing alcohol on a cloth and cleaned off the oil, then used one of his damp heated towels to wipe her down again, finally drying her off with one of his soft fluffy ones. She dutifully turned over and then back as he did that. "Thank you." She said quietly as he left the room to allow her to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came out. She reached in her purse and handed him a hundred dollar bill. "Keep it. You are very good, even better than Patrica. My...back doesn't hurt at all." Her eyes had a slightly amused look. "OK. Thanks." "How about I come and get another session next week, same time?" She smiled, her green eyes flashing again. "Sure!" Justin reached for his book, made a note. At the door, Karen stopped and looked back at him. "Can some of my girl friends call you? I know several that would love your work. You are good, and no threat at all." "Great! I could really use the business." "One thing. I will tell them that you are...gay?" "Uhhh..No, I'm not...?" "I know. But they don't need to know. Some of them won't come near you unless they think you are." She tipped her head back and laughed, it was like music. "And one other thing. You asked once before, but I couldn't go then. Now I think I would like that drink." She smiled at him. Justin grinned at her. "I can call then? I have your number." "Please. Do that." She leaned over to him and let her lips touch his for just an instant. "Things could get even better!" She winked at him, then turned and walked to her car. Justin went back inside. He was almost hopelessly confused. Karen might be a lesbian, but if she was he was thinking that very likely she swung both ways. In fact, he was now sure of it. Well, maybe not completely sure? It was just a matter of time, he was making plans to get himself some of that. He sat down and popped a beer, thinking. Girlfriends? Sessions with...girlfriends??? Like the one he just did? He got up and walked over to the full length mirror, looked at himself. Then he put his hand on his hip and struck a pose. That made him bust up laughing. What the hell. He could deal with that. Then he was wondering? What in the hell was likely to show up when his phone rang? The next day he was making himself a bowl of chicken noodle soup when his phone rang. "Hi, Justie! This is Debbie, from our class. Want to do a swap?" "You mean massages?" He asked her. "Yea. And...stuff!" She giggled. "Stuff, huh? I can just imagine." He laughed. "Yea, I owe you one anyway." "OK. Be right over." He sat down to eat his soup. The phone rang again before he could get up out of his chair. "Hi, my name is Patricia, my friend Karen referred me to you. Can I get an appointment?" "Sure!" Justin reached for his appointment book. He jotted down the session time, then drove over to take care of Debbie. The massage with Debbie went about like he expected, within 15 minutes of his arrival she had his cock in her mouth and lord could that woman suck! Even better, once he had her down on her back with her heels in the air, he found she could probably milk a Cow with that thing. It was one of the best fuck sessions he could remember having in a very long time, she was beyond eager, she loved it. There was a moment of concern when she told him that he was way better than her husband. He had never even thought about that part, figuring she was divorced or something. "Husband?" He asked, worried. "Yea, but no problem. He can't keep up with me so he told me to go find someone to help." She grinned at Justin. "So I did exactly that!" She threw her head back and laughed. Later, Justin stopped by the Dew Drop Inn on his way home. Fran strutted over to bring him his beer. "Hey, Sugar, the word is around that you are one of the world's best at giving massages." She grinned, leaning over with one of her big fake titties hanging out. "Oh. Yea, but I am just getting started. Say, where did you hear that?" "Girls talk, big guy. Want to give this girl an appointment?" She was still making sure she had her best feature forward. "Sure." He grinned, reaching for his notebook. He jotted down the time. "Oh, boy! I can hardly wait!" She winked at him, then strutted off to wait on someone. There were five messages on his machine when he walked in the door at his house. Four of them were from women, one was from a man asking about him doing a massage on his wife? That was one he hadn't thought of. He grinned to himself. Things were looking up. His very next appointment was with Patricia. Like he had suspected, it was the same short haired woman he had seen with Karen in the Dew Drop Inn a few weeks back. She marched in like she owned the building, in his massage room she tugged the pull over top she had on over her head with no fanfare at all. Her breasts were all but non existent. She didn't show even the slightest concern over nudity in front of him. "I like my ass rubbed, really deep!" She said as she tugged off her pants. There was nothing underneath. Justin couldn't help but look her up and down, her nipples pointed almost straight down, her crotch had a tangle of black hair that went almost all the way to her navel. Patricia saw his glance, she got a suspicious look on her face. "Karen told me you are gay?" It was a question, she had her knuckles resting on her hips. "Oh, not a THING to worry about, sweetie!" Justin said. Patricia hesitated for a moment, then she seemed to relax. She hopped up on the table, he noticed the mass of underarm hair, her waist was about the same size as her butt and her chest? What passed for breasts were just muscular looking lumps, with a flap of skin and two nipples hanging down. She flopped her legs apart, exposing her wildly hairy vagina and butt crack. He looked away for a moment, took a deep breath and gathered himself. Muff Muncher Justin sighed quietly, reached for his bottle of oil. He poured some on his hands, rubbing them briskly together to warm them. "I prefer rubdowns from men, they are lots stronger. But they act like they want to stick it in me. I don't mind getting my cunt rubbed as long as it's a nice looking gay fellow like you." She told him, casting a smile over her shoulder. Justin didn't answer. He couldn't imagine himself wanting to do that. "OK?" She pressed. "Uhhh...OK." He answered. Gay fellow? He thought. Lord. Sixty bucks a pop, six clients a day? Maybe even a tip sometimes? There were going to be good days, and days like this. Oh, well. Justin looked at the almost perfectly square naked body lying on his table. He reached out and placed both hands on her ass. What the hell. It sure beat the fucking gas station.