2 comments/ 15383 views/ 3 favorites What a Fucking Massage Ch. 01 By: london_james2010 I never saw or heard from the mysterious Missus Rogers again. Those incredible times in my treatment room became like a dream; a lovely dream, a horny dream and several times the subject of a wet dream. She was every young physio's fantasy and nightmare all wrapped up in one. She was in her forties and very attractive with a great figure and fantastic tits. She had injured her lower back and upper thigh playing tennis and came to the practice where I was employed to have it sorted out. I got that job. It turned out to be so much more than just a job for Missus Rogers was up for all the things we had been warned about at college in Melbourne. Oh yes, by the way I am a twenty seven years old Aussie working in London. She came to the clinic four times. Each time I treated her she opened up more. Not just with her conversation, but also with her legs. Whether she was up for it before she came to the clinic, whether it was my irresistible charm or just how things developed I never found out. But gradually during those four visits she relaxed her inhibitions and coyly accepted the subtle invitations I made with my hands. On the fourth visit she capitulated completely and I ended up finger fucking her to a full, but fortunately not too noisy orgasm As I got back into the routine of being a 'proper' physiotherapist I continually hoped that another Missus Rogers would come across my treatment table. 'No chance though,' I thought, 'that was a once in a lifetime experience.' Although I knew that I shouldn't I did hope, though that every time a remotely attractive woman became my patient she would be like Missus Rogers. I'd been in the UK for just over two years when that experience happened. I was in London for it seemed to have so much more to offer a twenty six year old, very randy Aussie than the rather provincial Adelaide that was my home town. But by Christ was it expensive. Despite being lucky in landing a good job as a, very, junior partner in a physiotherapist practice in the Docklands area of London, money was tight. I had nowhere near the life-style I wanted or, I had to be honest that I could probably have had back in Oz. I wasn't really sure, particularly after what had happened with Missus Rogers that I was really cut out to be a physiotherapist. Although I felt that I was good at diagnosing problems and could treat them effectively I found dealing with women so difficult. I mean what twenty six year old wouldn't have problems massaging half naked women? I suffered from terrible urges when treating them particularly, of course, attractive ones and especially older, attractive ones, like Missus Rogers. As it happens I didn't get that many and those I did get tended to be older, fifty and upwards usually. The really worrying thing that got to me was that age didn't seem to reduce a woman's appeal. This hit me when I was massaging a sixty-eight year old and I got a hard on; well she did have nice tits! I sometimes found the temptation of having a half naked woman lying in front of me, my hands on her bare skin, my eyes catching glimpses of parts of her that I shouldn't, so difficult to resist. Almost a year had passed since that momentous last time with Missus Rogers and nothing remotely promising had happened with any other woman since. This was despite me developing a way of testing the water. So far, unfortunately, probably inevitably and maybe fortuitously all the tests had been negative, but I was, if nothing else, optimistic and I persevered with my little test programme. I'd been told about it by a mate who still lived in Melbourne and worked there in a similar job to me. He was older, well into his late thirties. We chatted on the web quite often so I could keep in touch with what was happening in Melbourne and I'd told him about my problem. "Nothing unusual in that mate," he'd written in yahoo messenger. "We all live in hope, you've just got to shorten the odds a bit haven't you? "How d'you mean, Gordy? "Just lighten your touch Brad when you massage her when she's laying on her front," he'd said. "Run your hands gently up the inside of her thighs going close to her pussy, but not touching. If she likes it you'll see and then you're in, if she gives no signs then back off and you're ok. Simple ennit mate?" So I'd tried that half a dozen or so times and had got no reactions whatsoever. But I persevered; I kept trying, after all the ethics lecturer at Melbourne Medical School had warned my class, "There's a type of woman around who'll want more than a medical massage and most of you are likely to have one on your massage table every couple of years." Gordy had adviser 'every two years is too long mate, you need to shorten the odds and the time by checking in any woman who's a bit tasty.' Jill was about forty-five. A short-haired, blonde with a slightly dumpy body. Nice face though I'd reckoned on first meeting her, immediately putting her into the 'worth a try' category. I'd given her strained upper thigh muscle some faradic and ultra-heat treatment and as usual and proper with muscular problems, was finishing the session off with a massage. As is common with upper leg damage the pain was also in her back meaning that she had to be naked apart from her panties. The slight tear in her thigh muscle was on the outside but nearer to the front so she was lying on her back. I'd draped one towel across her middle and another across her boobs and was working on the muscle. Although a little heavy her legs weren't that bad and under the top towel there seemed to be quite a lot of flesh although I hadn't yet had even a glimpse of any of it. The towel though, rather promisingly, had slipped a little so that almost but not quite, the tips of her nipples were on display. I'd pondered on how to move it from almost, but not quite to something more visually impactful, but hadn't yet come up with anything. As she laid there her eyes closed I remembered Gordy's words and lightened the massage on the inside of her thigh. Nothing, no reaction at all. 'Bugger it' I thought resuming the proper massage on the outside of her leg. "How's the massage Jill? "Er fine, its fine thanks." "Not too deep and heavy is it? "No I don't mind it deep," she replied making me smile at the unplanned, I assumed, double entendre. "Really?" I said letting my voice go higher towards the end of the question. I saw her smile before she replied. "The massage that is?" "Of course, whatever else?" I responded quite jauntily. As I said that for some reason I turned my hand over and ran the back of my nails up the inside of her thigh from just above her knee to almost the edge of the towel that was about six inches down from her crotch. Shit was that a jerk? Was that a sharp intake of breath? Had her eyes close more tightly. Had her hands gripped the edge of the bed? I ran them back down and massaged where the triceps meet the ligaments just above the kneecap as I contemplated what to do next. What to do about two things? Firstly testing the waters further and secondly hiding the fucking great hard on that had reared up in my tight tracky trousers. Looking down at her I saw that the top towel had moved a little more and I felt encouraged that she hadn't pulled it up to cover more of her evidently quite large boobs as she could easily have done. The view of the nipples was still almost, but not as not quite, as previously. I did the same thing again with my fingernails but this time I let my hand brush against the edge of the towel. Not lifting it or moving it or anything quite as obvious as that but just enough so that Jill would have felt me touch it. The tightening in her leg was so obvious to my trained hands, but I couldn't be sure whether that was from sexual arousal or from my nails tickling her. I had to test further to be sure. Mistakes of this nature just couldn't happen Leaving my right hand where it was, resting on her thigh just a couple of inches from her panties I said, "Here let me put this back," as with my other hand I took hold of the towel covering her boobs. "It seems to have slipped," I went on pulling it very slowly up and over her breasts thinking that the material dragging across her nipples would be an extra sensation for her. Her reply gave me a little more confirming information that she was feeling something for her. "Thanks" was delivered in a tight voice that raised my hopes considerably. I still kept my other hand where it had been for a few seconds now with my fingers pressing into the slightly flabby inside of her thigh. "There," I went on. "That's better Jill, all ship shape and Bristol fashion now." She smiled at the referral to Bristol that I had only recently learned was cockney rhyming slang, Bristol City = titty. I hadn't meant it like that but was pleased that she took it that way. "Yes," she said her voice still tight and to my ambitious ear maybe a little croaky as well. I slowly slid my fingers down her thigh and back to her knee determined now to push this as far as I could. I didn't bother with massaging her knee again but repeated the upward movement this time with my fingertips. Slowly, so slowly I watched my fingers inch up her leg until they reached the towel. I stopped with my hand pressing against it and looked at her face for signs of approval or rejection and was pleased that her head had rolled a little to one side and that her eyes were still tightly closed. Things looked promising, but I still wasn't certain. I stopped with my hand again just a few inches from her panties pressing against the edge of the towel and into her flesh. I pushed a little harder into the flesh. I slowly rotated my fingers in a tiny circle. This was so obviously now not a massage for the pressure I was applying was more that of a gentle, loving caress than that of a medical massage. I heard the low, almost inaudible gasp, I saw her head roll further and I felt her thigh muscle tighten That she was aroused I was sure. What I didn't know, though, was whether she was trying to resist giving into it or whether she wanted more. Either way it seemed to me that I couldn't lose. Keeping my right hand exactly where it had now been for over a minute I guessed, I placed my left hand on the long muscle that runs up the outside of the top of the leg. I placed all four fingers and thumb on it just above Jill's knee. Then slowly and fairly firmly I moved it upwards. Along the indented part just above the knee, onto the fuller thicker part half way between her knee and hip and then onto long expanse of muscle that runs almost up to the waist. Still softly rotating the fingers of the other hand on that spot on the inside of her thigh just a few inches from her panty covered pussy, I ran the spreaded fingers of my other hand up and up and up. It went under the towel, it went onto her hip bone and I felt the elastic of the leg hole of her panties. They were smooth and silky. I moved it further taking the towel with it as I slid my fingers across the side of her panties and onto the edge of her pelvis. "Oooooo," my eager ear heard. "Aaaargh," I heard even more encouragingly as the towel slid from her to reveal the stylish satin knickers cut quite acutely from her crotch to the waistband. I saw a few straggling pubes poking out from the elastic round her legs. Her eyes were now screwed together so tightly, her mouth had dropped open and her head rolled unashamedly now from side to side. My heart started to pound. 'I'm in, I'm only fuckingwell in' I thought as with no further hesitation I moved my right hand. It covered those few inches from where it had been caressing her inner thigh to where I so wanted it to be and, hopefully, from Jill's reactions, where she also wanted it to be. I pressed right against her lips. I moved my fingers searching through the satin covered folds of her pussy for that bud that has only one purpose, sexual satisfaction. I must have found it for suddenly her whole body jerked and she arched her back a little. That made the towel on the top of her body slide away from her. Now, the almost but not quite became completely and all for her deep, red, almost brown nipples burst into view. They were enormous both in the diameter of the areolae and the height of the nipple in the centre that was clearly hardened to its fullest. "This ok?" I grunted making little circular movements with my fingers around her clitoris. "Or you want me to stop?" "No, no," she groaned quickly. "Don't stop." I needed no further signs, signals or invitations. I reached out with my left hand and grasped a handful of her sizeable, though rather saggy right tit. I squeezed the flesh and my fingers circled the big, hard nipple. As I pinched that the moan that came out of her mouth sounded so sexy and her whole body jerked. She placed her hand on mine pushing it more firmly against her boob. With my other hand I stroked her a little more firmly now all round her clit and along each of her lips. I got excited. I wanted more, I wanted to see and touch more of her body. Quickly I reached up and grabbed the elastic waist band of her, rather pretty I thought, knickers and, roughly almost, yanked them down so that the waist was part way down her chubby thighs. The gusset, though, presumably due it being wet, got stuck to her lips. That didn't matter, though, for all of her quite hairy mound and juicy cunt were now clearly on sight to me. This was my just reward I thought. My payment for the evident sexual pleasure I was giving her. I didn't hesitate. I waited no longer. With a feeling of such excitement that after all this time my dream was really happening I straightened my hand, I bunched my fingers, and I withdrew them a little. Then without another moment's thought I plunged three fingers right up her cunt. "Oh God," she moaned in between a series of deep, almost animal sounding grunts. Her hand gripped her breast. Her white, painted, quite long fingernails dug into the soft flesh. Her back arched and her bum came off the table as she pushed back against me. I finger fucked her like that as she quickly and, worryingly quite loudly shuddered to a surprisingly strong orgasm. It seemed to arrive very quickly, rapidly reach its crescendo then fade away almost as quickly as it had erupted. "Jesus," she breathed a slight smile on her face as she opened her eyes. I removed my fingers from her. "Bloody hell, phew," she went on as she let go of her breast. "You do that to all your female clients? "No, no, of course not, just the pretty ones that want it" I beamed back at her. She didn't seem all that embarrassed laying there, her panties round her thighs, her tits bare having just been finger fucked by her physio. "Was it ok?" I asked. "It was fucking tremendous, thanks," she replied very confidently. I couldn't help smiling at the profuse way she said that. "You're most welcome, I enjoyed it." She sat up, pulled her panties back into place, turned, dangled her legs over the side of the table and sat there topless. Her tits were big and they did sag and in that position the spare tyre round her stomach was far more pronounced than it had been lying down. Having said all that there was an attraction to her, she was pretty and had lovely hair. Whether I would have fancied her if I'd met her in a club or something I wasn't that sure, but hey what the hell she'd been up for it and we'd both had a good time. That's what sex is supposed to be about isn't it? We still had a few of the forty five minutes allotted to the session left and we chatted. She said things about how terrible I must think she is and she didn't know what came over her and I said the same about me adding the rider that I didn't make a habit of it. "Well perhaps you should," she said smiling at me. "What do I owe you for the, er, extra service?" "Nothing." "What?" "You don't owe me anything, it was my pleasure, I can't charge for that." "Oh I think you could" Jill said placing her hand on my arm. "And quite frankly I think you should." "Yes maybe I should, but it's awfully risky, get it wrong and it's the end of my career isn't it." "Well you just have to find women that want it and wouldn't complain don't you?" "Oh yeah like there's loads of them queuing up for such a service isn't there?" She looked right into my eyes and held my gaze for a moment or two as if thinking. "Actually Brad yes I think there are you know." "Really?" "Yes you'd be surprised at how many women around my age and older there are that need some form of er, um, relief." "You amaze me," I said wondering where this was going as she went on, "And especially from a good looking and intelligent young guy like you." "Well thanks," I replied, almost blushing. "But I'm a physio not a gigolo," I laughed. "No reason you couldn't be both. I know a few girls that would use your service and pay well for it and might then recommend others." "What married women who just want a bit extra as you had?" "Well yes, but also maybe even more." I was finding this interesting and frankly very exciting as we sat there so calmly talking about such an intimate subject just moments after I'd fulfilled one of my ambitions and also one of my dreads. 'Maybe' I thought. 'This could be the answer to getting the sex that was now becoming such a driving force and avoiding the risk.' "What you mean full sex?" I asked. "Yes possibly. I think there are women around who want a straightforward fuck" she said in a very matter of fact way as we stared at each other. I was beginning to wonder if that was what she wanted as she went on. "It's not for me, I got what I wanted and needed thank you very much, but there are those who want an uncomplicated, no strings quickie now and then and don't want the mess and problems of an affair." "Well that's impossible here." "Yes I guess it is but nevertheless they'd also pay for what we did I'm sure. I could send a couple along if you like." * "Jill Chapman said I should see you" the petite, slim, champagne blonde said as I went into the consulting room. She was propped up against the edge of the massage table the white towelling, mid-calf length dressing gown gaping a little at the lapels and falling apart just above her knees that were poking through the gap. I was surprised for I'd heard nothing from Jill since she'd been here a week or so ago. "Oh yes Jill, I remember," I replied a little flustered, but my hopes soaring as I took in the possibilities of her recommendation. I glanced at the record card completed by the receptionist and saw that Phillipa was fifty two. I had never been with a woman that old and I was very impressed at how well preserved she was and what a good figure she had. "What appears to be the problem?" I asked glancing at the medical record again. "Oh yes lower back pain." Glancing up I saw the twinkle in her eye as she said. "Well yes, but also a rather under active husband as well." I couldn't help smiling at the assured way she gave me the indication that she probably wanted the same as I'd given Jill. "So massage is it?" I asked. "Mmmmm yes please" she cooed. Without really thinking I suggested what I would with a 'normal' client. "Ok while I pop out and get a few things would you like to lie on your front and just undo the robe please." My usual practice with women, irrespective of their age, size and fanciability was to leave them as they got onto the table. Before starting any treatment I would then roll the dressing gown down to her waist, grabbing a glance at her flattened tits if she was in the fanciable category before covering her back and her dressing gown covered bum and legs with a large, warm towel or two. If I was not sexually interested I would then pull the dressing gown off without looking under the towel. If she was of interest I would manage to lift the towel after I removed her robe to get a look at her bum and panties, which very occasionally and excitingly were a thong. What a Fucking Massage Ch. 01 I did this with Phillipa, but feeling bold I lingered as I looked at her squashed, small tits and held the towel up as I pulled the dressing gown away. My cock that was already at half-mast leaped to attention when for the first time I saw that there was no panties. This pretty much confirmed that she did want what I had done with Jill. It was, and again as with Jill, I brought her to a fairly quick orgasm after massaging all of her body. This time though it wasn't just one finger induced climax for she had the first one after only being in the consulting room for ten minutes or so. I massaged her again after she had come down from the first climax. Then of course there was absolutely no pretence or reluctance and throughout the massage my hands were all over her. Unlike Jill who had been almost totally placid, Phillipa was very active. She groaned and moaned, grunted and sighed and rolled and writhed her body as I rubbed her clit and squeezed and pinched her tits. She wanted more This time I also got to lick and kiss her tits and to suck her nipples. I didn't think it appropriate to push her for oral or to offer it, after all you can't do everything on a first date can you? Dressed and ready to leave Phillipa came up close to me. Standing on tip toe and putting her hand on my shoulder she kissed me on my cheek and held my hand pushing something into. When she had gone I opened my hand and saw two fifty pound notes! Jill came back a week or so later. "I hear one of my friends popped in, she was most impressed" she said smiling as she lay on the bed. "Oh Phillipa, yes she was very nice and I think she enjoyed it" I replied as I started to massage Jill's back. "Well I've told another friend, Charlotte or Charlie as we call her, she'll be along soon I imagine but she travels a lot with her job. She's a high powered lady in one of the banks in Canary Wharf." "Great, thanks it's er kind of you" I said sincerely, thankful to this woman who was starting to bring such a change to my life. "Actually she's different to Phil and me, well I mean her situation is. You see we are both married and our husbands don't give us the sex we need so what you offer here is so good. Uncomplicated, no strings relief and satisfaction without the guilt of really being unfaithful. See what I mean." Of course I did and told her so. Jill continued as I started on her legs. She wasn't wearing panties this time and I hadn't thought it necessary to cover her up so she was lying on the table completely naked on her back as she quite coolly told me of her and Phillipa's sexual frustration and how great it was to have me available to help them out. "You see Charlie isn't married, I think she has been, but she left him behind. She runs a big department of foreign exchange dealers or something and is always popping off to Frankfurt or New York. She simply doesn't have time for men or building a relationship but she badly needs sex from time to time. But where does she get it?" "I guess you're going to say here aren't you," I smiled. "Well yes but she may need a little more than your hands, as good and as exciting as they are," Jill said smiling as I ran my fingers across her pubic hairs before letting one come to rest right alongside her clit. It really was an incredible scene. A naked woman who wanted me to give her relief lying on my massage table as she told me about her friend who would also need my attention. "Well I don't know how I can, it's impossible here," I replied slithering my fingers along the lips of her pussy. "I'm sure the pair of you will work something out" Jill said very thickly her body tightening, her back arching and her big, floppy breasts starting to heave. "Oh yes," I muttered, my erection feeling ready to burst from my trousers. Jill suddenly put her arm around me and pulled me. "Lick me Brad," she moaned opening her legs wide. "Lick my cunt and make me cum that way." Being an oversexed, young Aussie I was beginning to really enjoy this. I felt as though I'd struck oil and wondered just how long it would go on and how many women Jill would introduce? At times I had to fight back a slight feeling of disgust, I suppose, with myself at what I was doing and I had some worries that she might send along some really ugly, fat or even older women and that I wouldn't find them sexually attractive, but smiled to myself as I thought, "rough with the smooth mate 'ain it?" * Jill Chapman says you have magical hands and that you perform miracles with your fingers." "Does she now?" I said smiling as I looked at Charlotte Mason. She was tall about five eight or nine, slim with short rather severely cropped black hair. Probably early forties I thought. "Yes you come highly recommended," she said without a hint of embarrassment as her rather haughty and superior gaze held mine so strongly that I was the first to back down. Everything about Charlie oozed confidence. Her gaze, her posture her manner and her attitude. She looked every inch the city high flier who knew exactly what she wanted and precisely how to get it. Not at all the type I'd normally go for. The receptionist had shown her into the consulting room that we use to discuss patient's problems before they undress to the level necessary for the treatment that is then carried out in separate room. She was sitting across the desk from me with the chair turned a little to one side so that I had a good view, purposefully on her part I wondered, of her crossed legs up which the black skirt of her "power suit" had ridden. She wasn't at all concerned that she was showing so much leg and, of course, I didn't mind the show, well why would I they were nice legs after all? "Well that's good I'll have to thank her next time I see her won't I?" I replied a little unsettled by the implied sheer power and presence of this woman. "No need I think you've already done that from what I hear, she hasn't looked so happy and content for ages," she said her eyes twinkling as she realise she'd unsettled me. People like her thrive on having the upper hand and putting others out of their stride I'd found. She went off to the changing room her bottom wiggling nicely, but in a rather exaggerated fashion I thought, as she walked out the door. The receptionist showed her into treatment room 3 which is much smaller than one I'd used during the amazing series of sessions with Missus Rogers all that time ago. "OK Brad, here I a," she said as the receptionist closed the door behind her and we were left alone in the small room. She was wearing one of the towelling robes the clinic supplies. Charlie leaned against the side of the table one hand supporting her, the other holding the lapel of the robe. Her piercing gaze and the slight smile on her face seemed to be challenging and slightly mocking me but nevertheless bloody well arousing me. She looked good and she knew that. She went on, "as ready as I'll ever be," pausing before adding, "for those magical hands of yours." "Well Ok, fine, er, that's great so what can I do for you?" I blithered on. "Oh Brad I think you know exactly what you can do for me don't you?" she smiled her hands going to the tie of her towelling robe and undoing it. I watched almost transfixed as she undid it and shrugged it off to stand before me naked. As I looked at her the male and physiotherapist in me combined. The male saw a naked woman before him and heard her implying that he was going to be able to play with her body and make her cum. She was slim but had pert, shapely boobs with small very pointy nipples that to my inexperienced eye didn't look as though they'd been affected by childbirth. They had the sort of youthfulness about them that vanishes after a woman's given birth. But her body also appealed to me on another level for it was fairly muscular and looked to be very fit. Each muscle was quite well defined, there wasn't a spare ounce of fat on her and she looked lithe and very wholesome. "I work out a lot, we have a gym at the bank," she explained, unnecessarily adding to impress I assumed, "for the senior managers." "Well it shows," I replied with genuine meaning, "you have a great body." "Yes I know but thanks for saying so," was the rather arrogant response. "So Charlie what can I do for you?" I asked sounding somewhat innocent. "Oh Brad," she breathed, moving so close to me I could smell her perfume, "I think you know and I think Jill told you didn't she?" I visibly gulped at the sheer forwardness of the woman but nevertheless I felt my cock starting to swell as she went on, "but I understand you can't supply what I really want so I'll have some of what you gave Jill if that's ok?" She came surprisingly quickly the first time. "Mmmm pretty good that's better," she said opening her eyes and looking up at me, "thanks, I haven't had sex for a week or so and I needed that." "Pleased you enjoyed it" I said one of my hands resting on her thigh the other still holding her breast which was firm and trim. "So you'd better do it again hadn't you?" she smiled pressing the hand that was on her boob. I started to gently massage her thighs but decided to try something different, something I hadn't done with either Jill or Phillipa. I poured some oil between her breasts then a little on top of each one and watched it run over her skin. I started massaging her two small tits simultaneously working the oil into each one then running my fingers up the swell to the nipples that I then took between my thumbs and fingers and pulled, quite fiercely. Each time I did that she grunted and rolled her head a little. I pushed the two mounds together and repeated the pulling of her teats. "Oh baby," she cooed, "that's great, that's fucking marvellous don't stop, pinch them harder pull them harder." I did. Pulling on the hardened tips of her tits I probably extended each nipple by almost an inch surprising myself at their elasticity. She moaned and groaned and sighed and grunted her approval and pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me that's marvellous," she went on as I continued. "Oh yes, harder, harder." I could see, hear and feel that she was starting to cum so I slid one hand down and fumbled through the folds at the front of her lips for her clit. As I did that I saw out the corner of my eye her hand move towards me and she grasped my cock through my trousers. I didn't stop her. I began pressing in small circling motions alongside and on her clit as with my other hand I continued yanking her quite amazing nipples "Oh baby," she moaned as she stroked my cock through the tracky trousers, "oh baby yes, what have you got here?" she went on rubbing up and down my totally erect nearly eight inch cock. I felt her pulling at the elasticated waist band as she struggled to get inside my trousers. And then she'd pulled that down over my prick so that was naked in her hands. "Jesus fucking wept Brad, that really is some cock," she said surprisingly lightly, "fuck me, fuck me with it now," she added in a stern and very commanding voice. "No. You know I can't, it's impossible here, it's too dangerous, I'm not allowed to lock the door." "Fuck that, fuck the danger just fuck me," she ordered rubbing my cock quite hard. "I can't Charlie I really can't." "But would you like to?" she asked. "Of course I would." "OK here's what we'll do, you come to my flat, it's only ten minutes from here at, say, eight this evening and you can fuck me rigid with that great big, hard cock. OK?" That really was unexpected and I didn't know what to say at first. "Well yes or no?" she asked curtly. "Sure yes, yes of course if you're sure," I rather lamely said. "Oh yes I'm sure, I'm very, very sure," she went on still stroking me before adding, "but in the meantime make me cum and make me cum hard right now." I was as nervous as hell for the rest of the afternoon. This was taking things a bit far I reckoned. After all it was one thing getting my rocks off using my massage skills in the treatment room on women that needed that little extra but actually going to a woman's home to have sex with her took this to a completely different level didn't it? Or did it? What was the difference my other half argued? After all she wants it and so do you! What's the difference to if you'd met her at a party, as you have so many times and then taken her home for quick shag. That's all it is really, a quick shag. Despite all my inner debate and the real concerns I had I found myself at dead on eight ringing the intercom on a large block of very prestigious apartments overlooking the river with a great view of theThames. "Hi, its Brad," I croaked into the microphone after I'd pressed it with shaking fingers and had heard a curt, "yes" come from the speaker. "Come straight up to 12th floor in the elevator to your right," she said turning the sound off without further comment. It was a palatial, marble floored reception area. I got into the waiting lift that had a sign on it saying "Floor 10 and above only. I should have guessed that she'd have the fucking penthouse shouldn't I? I rang the bell on the huge double doors and waited a moment before it opened and Charlotte poked her head round it. "Hi, come on in," she said from behind the door, "glad you could make it." I walked in and she shut the door behind me leaning back against it. I turned and looked at her and gulped. The white silk robe she was wearing moulded itself to every curve and mound in her body. She looked great and smiled at me as she asked if I'd like a drink. She showed me into the huge lounge furnished in the upper class Docklands standard, black leather and chrome chairs and tables. It really was a most impressive room with floor to ceiling sliding window along one side through which there was a long balcony that looked out over the Thames to the Kent side where the dinosaur of the Millennium Domethat had now become the O2 leered at us. "Very nice place Charlie." "Yes it is isn't it? Plenty of room for me and the cats," she replied smiling and sounding less arrogant and haughty in her own home. We sat and had a couple of drinks with her not appearing to be in any hurry whatsoever. She told me about her job and asked questions about being a physio and how long I'd been in the UK. She was much pleasanter now and I began to quite enjoy being with her. As we sat there talking so the skirt part of the robe would occasionally fall apart providing me with views of her legs that somehow seemed so much sexier than they had when I'd seen them naked earlier today. It was the same when she leaned forward for the lapels would part and I'd see some of her boobs. It was amazing that as I looked down the front of her robe I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her nipples and the prospect of that aroused me so much more than I would have thought after what I'd done to them just a few hours earlier. "You were very good this afternoon Brad," she said completely out of the blue, adding with a bright glint in her eye, "you have a real talent for that you know?" "Er do I?" I mumbled a little embarrassed. "Yes, Jill thought so and she's absolutely right, you should make more use of it you know." She stood up, came over to me and took my hand pulling it to make me get up as she went on, "and on that point let's see what more use you can make of it shall we?" Without any further ado she flung her arms around my neck, squashed her body against mine and kissed me. Her open lips were immediately grinding against mine, her tongue was half way down my throat and her hands were everywhere. It was a little over enthusiastic, but what the hell? I wrapped my arms round her and ran my hands up and down her body under the silk establishing right away that she was, as I'd suspected, naked underneath. As I squeezed the cheeks of her firm arse so she ground herself against me making the half erection I'd had for some time flourish and grow. "Oh yes Brad, oh yes," she moaned as she squashed her mound against it. She pulled her mouth away from mine and started tearing at the buttons of my shirt quickly undoing it and then running her tongue over my chest. Her teeth found a nipple and she bit it, a little too hard really but I was beyond caring. As she sucked and slurped at my chest, that I have to say and I'm not being arrogant, is well formed, muscular and nicely tanned with a light covering of hair, her hand went down my body and squeezed my cock through the jeans I'd changed into after work. "God I want that Brad, I so fucking want that. It drove me bloody crazy this afternoon, being so near to it and not being able to have it," she said very huskily her fingers fumbling at my belt and zip. Although to be truthful it was all happening a little quickly for me and Charlie was taking too much of the lead for my taste I obviously joined in. I slid my hand inside the robe and started to fondle her tits repeating what I'd done that afternoon. Again as I pulled at her incredible nipples so her reactions were quite marked. She grunted, writhed her body a bit and made little moaning noises. It was as if the harder I pulled on them the more she like it and the greater pleasure she got from it, so I pulled on them harder and harder. I did that with one hand while with the other I squeezed and fondled her really great arse through the silk that made it feel somehow even better. It was nicely rounded with strong muscles that alternated between being firm and resistant and soft and yielding to my touch. We continued kissing in an almost frantic way her teeth digging into first my top and then my bottom lips that she sucked into her mouth giving me really weird sensations. No woman had ever sucked my lips like that before and it was a truly great new experience. It also heightened the tempo between us and she was now pushing my jeans and boxers down together in one go as I pulled the top of the robe apart baring her breasts to my hands. "Quick, come quick," she whispered taking my hand and leading me across the room and up a short flight of stairs. I struggled to keep up with her with my jeans and boxers around my knees but I made it to her huge bedroom. That also looked out over the river through a bank of floor to ceiling window along one wall the other being taken up by mirrored wardrobes. In the centre was a huge American style king sized bed with, would you believe, black satin sheets. She sat on the bed and yanked my jeans and boxers off in one go so that I stood before her naked. It was exciting being the one that was nude first for she'd pulled the robe together and was showing none of her lithe body to me. She pushed me almost fiercely onto the bed laying me on my back right in the middle of it. Charlie knelt beside me her mouth again encircling mine her lips once more grinding against mine as she shoved her tongue well into my mouth and again sucked, and chewed really I suppose, on my lips. She really was aggressive and quite dominant and, although unused to it, I found the fact that she was controlling me unusually exciting, although I do prefer being in charge; but then I am an Aussie male. She ran her hands over my body one of them grabbing my cock and rubbing it far too hard for it to be as pleasurable as it should be. The pace and amount she was pumping me at was also a little worrying with regards to me holding out. She was also whimpering and moaning. "Oh yes, yes Brad, I want your cock, I want it." And quite clearly being totally used to having exactly what she wanted she was suddenly straddling me the robe still fully covering her, the silk falling across my stomach and thighs caressing them with its smooth sensual material. Reaching down beneath the folds of silk she took my erection in her hands. There was a moment or two of fumbling as she slid a condom onto my cock before pressing the head of it against her lips and then with a loud grunt shoving herself downwards. The whoosh as her lips engulfed me and then slid quickly down my length was fantastic and the feelings of her tight cunt gripping me was amazing. What a Fucking Massage Ch. 01 But that was just the start for she then started to fuck me. Thrusting herself up and down on me as her fingernails dug deeply into my chest quite hurting me she took her pleasure exactly as she wanted it. I did though manage to get my hands inside the robe to play with her tits and those fabulous nipples. "Harder, harder, squeeze them harder," she growled as I once more repeated the tugging of her nipples. It was actually fairly difficult holding onto her and pinching her nipples in the way she wanted due to the sheer speed she was surging herself up and down on my cock. I tried several time to join in her rhythm with thrusts of my hips but just didn't seem able to get it right so I simply lay there, and thought of Australia, not England! "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned one of her hands finding her clit and rubbing it as the other still dug into my chest. "This is amazing, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cum with me, you randy Aussie bastard." I just about managed to somehow accelerate my ejaculation to meet her with her climax. I too was grunting and moaning as the sperm shot filled the condom. She just seemed to go on and on still bouncing up and down on me, still moaning and grunting, still gripping my chest and still rubbing her clit, At last, though, she stopped and she fell forward her face resting on my chest. She lay there for a while catching her breath. Then suddenly she straightened herself up and in one quick movement lifted herself off my rapidly softening cock and away from my body. Standing beside the bed looking down at me as she casually lit a cigarette she smiled and said. "Hmmm not bad, not bad at all young man." "Glad it was to your liking ma'am," I smiled back. "Oh yes it was most certainly to my liking," she replied undoing the robe and slipping it off. "You in any hurry? She asked. "No. not at all." "Good 'cos I'm gonna have a shower. You hungry, want a pizza or Chinese or something? I hadn't eaten having come straight from work and I told her that I was hungry. "Good," she responded picking up her mobile and calling up a take-out pizza place. She stood totally unselfconsciously looking out the windows naked as she rather forcibly and quite rudely ordered the food then, without another word, mobile still in her hand, marched out of the room. We had sex twice more before I left at around two in the morning. She'd said that she'd have liked to invite me to stay the night but she had to catch a plane to New York at eleven and had a car picking her up at seven. Both times the sex was quite aggressive with her leading and dominating the proceedings. This was the case even when I took her from behind after we'd eaten the pizzas in her luxurious kitchen that she told me she never cooked in. It happened in an odd way. After her shower I'd used the fantastic bathroom that was almost as big as my entire flat and had wandered back into the bedroom a towel wrapped around me. She was still naked and stayed that way even opening the door to the delivery like that. She did though hide herself behind the door but the guy must have guessed I thought. We sat in the kitchen either side of a round table, smoked glass topped and chrome legged, of course. With her still naked I found it hard to concentrate on the food or the incessant conversation she made mainly about her job making it very clear to me just how important she was. The food finished she cleared the plates and as I, at her instruction, poured us both a glass of red wine, she pulled the towel from me. "You look a little overdressed," she murmured her fingers circling my semi-hard cock and starting to rub it. She added, almost coyly, "I assume there's a repeat performance in this isn't there?" Laughing I told her there was feeling pleased and a little relieved that I responded quickly with the hardness of my full erection soon filling her hand. As she turned to wash some remains of the pizza down the waste disposal I went up behind her and, wrapping my arms around her, my hands finding those small but beautifully shaped tits, I pressed my cock right against her tight arse the length of it nestling neatly between the two firm cheeks. I kissed her neck as I caressed her and once more pulled on her "elastic" nipples. "Shit you've got to know my bloody weakness haven't you. You sod." "Mmm yes I have haven't I?" I replied stretching out the rubbery tip as far as it would go. She pushed her arse back against me as she went to turn round. I held her there and pressed her against the work surface surrounding the triple sink unit. I suddenly felt bold and in need of dominating her a bit. "No stay just like that," I said as got hold of my erection. "Fuck off cowboy, I do as I want" she growled as she again tried to turn round. I was, though, stronger than her and I easily restrained her holding her pressed against the sink as I fumbled my cock between her legs. I got it right against her lips as she struggled still trying to turn round. My excitement mounted as I began to dominate her and although she struggled it seemed a little half-hearted to me. I got my arm around her waist and pulled her back a little as I shoved my knee between her legs forcing them apart. "Let me turn round you bastard?" she hissed. "No this is my turn," I replied pushing myself forward. "Fuck off you don't have a turn this isn't fucking scrabble you know," she snarled as her body bucked and jerked. I didn't reply, but removed one hand so I could get a condom on, which isn't easy single-handed. I managed it despite her struggling and concentrated on getting the angle of my entry exactly right. Assured that it was and with her still struggling I suddenly thrust forward, hard and fast. My cock simply flew into her. It went in deeply, as far as I could get it. "Oh my fucking God no. Oh shit you bastard, you cunt," she hollered as she bucked against me. "Just shut up and enjoy it you bloody control freak," I snarled as I started to surge in and out of her taking care not to come too far down in fear she'd make it come right out. Suddenly she changed. She pushed herself further backwards, she stopped struggling and she closed her legs a bit probably, I thought, to increase the pressure of my cock on her lips and insides. She reached behind and grabbed my balls with one hand and with the other started to rub her clit. She just didn't seem able to cede any control and that made me realise why she was still single and had to resort to buying sex. Like that, in her kitchen, with her bent over her sink I fucked her. I fucked her hard, fast and aggressively as I dominated the city high flier bitch. I couldn't believe it when I opened the envelope. I found it in my leather jacket pocket as I walked home, taxis being hard to find that time of night in Docklands and I hadn't wanted to outstay my welcome by asking if I could call one before leaving, and she hadn't offered. Inside were ten fifty pound notes and a business card. Printed on it was, Charlotte Mason Senior VP 020 7459 6666. Nothing else, no name of company, address or e-mail. But written on it a flowery handwriting was. Thanks Brad, we'll do it again real soon C I could hardly believe it. Five hundred pounds for enjoying myself. Five hundred quid for fucking a woman. Wow, what a result!