0 comments/ 22180 views/ 1 favorites The Massuer By: EdwardSimms After a good night's sleep Bob felt quite refreshed and spent Sunday doing the washing, cleaning, and tidying up. At around 5.00 p.m. he took a long hot bath, but ended up falling asleep again and had an extremely leisurely soak. It was a full hour later when he woke up and climbed out of a tepid bath, before briskly drying himself off. Bob spent the next few minutes pampering himself, even though he wasn't sure what the time was, and then he got dressed. Cathy was due to call at 7:00 p.m., but he was surprised to find that it was still only 6:20 p.m. Once again, he found himself clock watching and counting down the minutes. The amount of time he had to endure while waiting for the call seemed to last a lifetime. 'What sort of treat could that saucy little mare conjure up over the phone?' he wondered. There was no doubt in his mind that if he tried to guess, he would be completely wrong. Cathy savoured being able to shock him these days. The greater the shock, the more enjoyment it appeared to give her. When the phone rang, Bob paused, and then picked it up. "Good evening darling, are we lying comfortably?" she teased. "Yes Cat." "Then I'll begin. I've just had the most fantastic massage." "By whom?" Bob enquired indignantly. "I phoned an agency and hired a masseur." "Those places have a seedy reputation!" he objected. "I know. That is why I called somewhere a bit more select and expensive. Anyway enough of that. Remember how you're always asking me to remove what remains of my pubic hair? Well I'm just about to have it done for me." "I hope she's gentle with you," he replied in an enquiring manner. "It's not a she. He's young, handsome, and extremely good with his hands!" "Where are you and what have you got on?" Bob demanded. "I'm in my hotel room lying on the bed. I'm flat on my back at the moment, with my legs wide apart. Oh, and I'm completely naked, but don't worry, he's wearing a pair of boxer shorts." Bob felt very angry, jealous, and annoyed, but at the same time, he found that he was becoming extremely aroused. He became so stiff that he began to ache. For a brief moment, he was disgusted with himself, but Cathy's next words soon caused this feeling to pass. "Surprised yourself, haven't you Bob?" "Bitch, even I didn't know how I would react!" Cathy laughed and then uttered to someone, "Ok you may begin and use the fresh whipped cream." "Fresh whipped cream for a shave?" contested Bob. "Of course, we don't want to leave an unpleasant taste, do we?" Shocked as he was, Bob found himself masturbating vigorously. Cathy had no intention of being unfaithful. She had just enjoyed a good massage and was now waiting to be shaved. Once everything was carefully removed though, she did intend having the final delicious treat of being licked clean. 'Anyway, anything else might be risky,' she thought. 'Even with an upmarket agency, it's impossible to be entirely sure what I might pick up from one of their employees!' "What's happening now?" whispered Bob. "Nnnmmph, h-h-he's applying the creammm carefully and slowl-l-l-ly by han-n-nd---aagh!" This was too much for Bob and he began to squeal as he tried to contain himself, but failed. A thunderous volcanic eruption travelled up from his testes, through his manhood, and then exploded all over the place! Cathy hadn't expected the parlour to send her such a fit, well-muscled, handsome specimen of a man. His package also appeared to be quite generous from the position she found herself in, not that she was looking. The masseur manoeuvred his hands with such skill, agility, and tenderness that Cathy damn near had an orgasm just having the cream applied! The shave that followed was quick and efficient. All traces of hair were meticulously removed during the final flannelling stage, with each flannel being replaced by a new one after a few strokes. The action was repeatedly exaggerated, causing Cathy to suffer some quite exquisite sensations. Eventually she attempted to sit up, but she was gently pushed back down. She began to shudder as the muscular figure that had been tending her, leaned forward and kissed her abdomen. He re-applied a small handful of whipped cream to her smooth, clean, naked genitalia, before gently massaging it into her flesh. This was the moment that she'd been waiting for. The athletic looking Adonis moved over slightly and kissed the outer part of her hip, before moving his lips slowly downwards. Once he'd reached halfway down her outer thigh, she felt his lips begin to traverse around towards the inside of her leg. Cathy began to tremble as she felt him start to kiss his way back up the inside of her thigh. The anticipation caused her inner labia to twitch slightly and expand further, her whole flower opening wider than ever before. She felt him kiss all around the area that was aching to feel the presence of his lips, causing her to experience a feeling of utter exasperation. Her entire body shuddered slightly when he finally made contact with her sweet spot. He started to suck and nibble gently at her clitoris, causing her hips to gyrate. Then, to Cathy's utter amazement, annoyance, and horror, he stopped! "What the hell!" exclaimed Cathy, as she opened her eyes. She realised that she had dropped the phone some time ago, but this wasn't the uppermost thing on her mind at the moment. Instead of getting up to leave, the masseur was removing his boxer shorts. Cathy started to panic. This was most certainly not part of the agreement. Slowly her eyes came to rest on the part of him that had just been uncovered. 'Shit! What a magnificent piece of equipment,' she thought. The girth was absolutely eye watering. She carried on staring, not being able to tear her eyes away, while he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees. He lifted one of her legs over each of his shoulders, before shuffling his knees slightly underneath her backside. Suddenly the realisation of what was taking place hit Cathy full force. She made a conscious effort to drop her legs from each of his shoulders. They began to fall either side of him, but before they hit the mattress, his arms were supporting them. He also managed to grasp the small of her back in his large muscular hands at the same time. Cathy's back arched as he lifted her by the waist and shuffled his knees further underneath her. She pushed hard against his abdomen with her hands in an attempt to repel him, but she could already feel the presence of his enormously broad manhood between her legs. It was brushing against the entrance of her extremely well-lubricated cavity. "Go for it!" a voice shouted out. 'Shit, was that me?' Cathy thought. She was utterly disgusted with herself, and tensed every tiny part of her body as hard as she could in an attempt to prevent penetration, but it was futile. His member was already engaged in the entrance of her vagina, and he thrust his hips forward with some force. Cathy became acutely aware of his solid stiffness tearing into her, and the invasion was absolutely agonising. It caused her to squeal and bite deeply into one of the pillows, her eyes watering in the process. After embedding himself deep within her, the masseur froze but still maintained a heavy pressure between his crotch and hers. After a while, Cathy looked up cautiously from behind the pillow. The pain that she'd been experiencing was now subsiding, but she remained acutely aware of his huge presence inside her body, which was being stretched to capacity. She felt his body relax, and then he started to move slowly in and out of her. He was extremely gentle, which also helped Cathy to relax a little. It wasn't long before she started to realise that the more she relaxed, the better the experience became. Before long, she was back in the realm of pleasure, all thoughts of caution gone. Cathy started to experience a gentle burning sensation in her crotch. This sensation gradually intensified as time went on. The pleasurable, non-painful burning caused her hips to move in sync with his. He took the pillow away from her and discarded it. His next move was to take hold of her wrists and pin them to the bed above her head, before bringing his mouth down hard on hers. Much to her surprise, Cathy's body responded to his involuntarily. He was intoxicating her. Their bodies became increasingly damp as they writhed against each other, gradually building up speed and ferocity. The burning within her crotch was becoming so intense that she didn't think she could cope with it for much longer, but at the same time, she didn't want it to stop! Their lips parted as they both struggled for breath. Suddenly, Cathy began to tremble, whilst tightening inside. A momentary vision of his magnificent physique slamming into her groin had been the final straw for her, and caused her brain to erupt. The explosion of sensation that occurred inside her was more powerful than anything she'd ever experienced before! When this combined with his violent orgasm, it blew every fuse in her. Their genitals remained locked together under immense pressure, both of them enduring the longest orgasm they had ever experienced. Cathy felt the full weight of his limp body collapse on top of her. Her head was still spinning. She allowed herself to drift off, whilst taking in the aroma of their combined perspiration and body fluids. A few moments later, she felt him lift his torso. He jerked his manhood sharply out of her body causing her to gasp, while smiling down roguishly at her. Still looking amused, he dressed himself before gathering up all his equipment and packing it away. He handed Cathy a card, leaned down, and gave her a peck on the area that he'd shaved for her earlier. Then, he left the room. Cathy sighed and looked vaguely at the card, before lying back and closing her eyes. Her groin was aching and she felt somewhat exhausted, but at the same time, she felt strangely wonderful. A feeling of extreme satisfaction and thorough relaxation engulfed her. 'How long will the imprint of this handsome stranger---' she quickly studied the card again, '---Marcel remain inside me?' 'Oh no! Bob! Where's the phone?' she wondered in panic. Cathy suddenly became aware that he might still be listening, and she realised that she couldn't think what to say to him. She'd been so pre-occupied that he hadn't even crossed her mind. Finally, Jenny picked up the phone and said, "See you Wednesday," and then hung up. The Massuese Greg Greg was used to being asked questions about professional techniques from Marc. They were acquaintances whose path’s crossed infrequently. Marc always had a question concerning technique or stroke patterns, so it didn’t come as a surprise when he asked for an in-home demonstration on the art of massage. Normally Greg would never accept such a request for fear of his professional reputation. Many couples looked at massage, as a way to introduce sexual activity and Greg wanted nothing to do with that. Almost every therapist had an anecdote about the husband or boyfriend who suddenly whips it out and starts getting it on in the middle of an in-home session. He granted this request, however; for he knew Marc and Chloe had recently purchased a massage table. In fact they had asked his opinion and he forwarded some catalogs for their erudition. He assumed that this was a legitimate request for knowledge. Marc When the appointed day came, Marc couldn’t keep his mind on anything else. He’d always found giving Chloe a massage to be an erotic experience. It was doubly so now that a third party was to be involved. He was in a constant state of excitement envisioning Greg and himself rubbing warm oil all over Chloe’s naked body. Despite her inherent uneasiness with this somewhat public display of nakedness she had acquiesced to his determined implorations that a “massage coach” would improve his technique. He ensured her that Greg was a professional and wouldn’t find her behavior unscrupulous and besides, all she had to do was lie there and be massaged. Chloe Chloe was atop the massage table beneath a flannel sheet when Greg arrived at seven o’clock. She was nude and nervous. In all the years of their marriage no other man had seen her naked. Usually when she visited a therapist it was a woman and she kept her underwear on. She only got massaged in the nude from Marc, who would also be naked, and he used more than just his hands. He’d use his erect phallus as a “massage wand” and rub her forehead, eyes, face, and mouth. With the latter she would stick her tongue out and taste the salty “oil” flowing from his wand. It was upon these whimsical thoughts that Greg entered the room. Marc Marc made perfunctory introductions and showed Greg the setup. He had heated water in the microwave and placed a bottle of massage oil within it. There were towels for them to dry their hands, if need be, and glasses of ice water. Marc knew from experience that massage was hard work. He left the lights on with the pretext of being able to observe Greg during the lesson. Greg For his part he was impressed with what he saw. Marc and Chloe had bought an expensive table of professional quality made out of hard wood that resembled a futon bed on stilts. Chloe was covered to keep her warm as the massage oil allows heat to escape from the body quickly. The oil was warming and classical music was playing from the stereo making for a relaxed atmosphere appropriate for the task at hand. First he reached across the table and lifted the sheet. While looking away he had Chloe turn over so that they could begin with the back of her neck and shoulders. Her face rested within a half-mooned pillow with no center to allow for maximum comfort and breathing. He showed Marc how to trace the muscles in the neck through to the shoulder blades using the weight of his body to lean into his work rather than relying on brute arm strength. He had Marc work the other side of Chloe’s neck while he rolled back the sheet so they could continue their downward journey. With long oiling strokes they each massaged Chloe’s back. Greg gave pointers on Gliding strokes such as circling and feathering and Medium depth strokes like kneading, pulling, and wringing and as they approached Chloe’s softer areas he explained the Deep tissue strokes of thumb pressing, finger friction, and heel of the hand. He exhibited how to massage beneath the shoulder blades by bringing Chloe’s arm behind her back, like a gentle arm twisting, and pressing the thumb into the groove of the muscles. Marc noticed this also had the benefit of exposing the sides of Chloe’s breasts. Marc Marc was actually learning much more than he anticipated and he was slightly puzzled at Greg’s firm professional demeanor. After all he was enjoying himself grandly and had a grand erection to prove it. When Greg had asked her to turn over Marc was the one who watched her in all her naked splendor. Her beautiful breasts, erect nipples, flaxen mound, and glorious ass were all on display and this other guy wasn’t even looking! Anyway he was glad they stood on opposite sides of the table, as otherwise his throbbing hard-on might be more noticeable. When it was time to move on to Chloe’s lower back, he rolled back the flannel covering until the top of her buttocks were visible. Decorum might dictate that he stops somewhere at the level of the hip, but he wanted to see if Greg reacted to Chloe’s exposed flesh. The two men made circling strokes at her mid back in a downward direction. Marc allowed his fingers to ride up furthest under the sheet and so pushed the sheet higher exposing more of her soft globes. It was here that Greg suggested they review the Percussion strokes. This began with hacking, which is a series of light quick “karate chops”, traveling up and down the muscled area. Marc’s pants were strained even further watching her flesh jiggle. Next they did cupping which was the same maneuver except their hands were cupped and this resulted in a rather loud clapping sound as their hands contacted her skin. Then Greg demonstrated plucking which was done high up on Chloe’s buttocks. He gently plucked small portions of flesh between thumb and fingers, lifting and letting go, in essence pinching Chloe’s ass repeatedly. Soon they covered her back and moved down to her feet. Greg brought the sheet up over Chloe’s knees and began instructions on foot and lower leg massage. Greg Greg requested Marc roll the sheet up to do the rest of Chloe’s legs. He would have done it himself except that the way Marc had uncovered her ass before; he wanted to see what he’d uncover now. Marc didn’t disappoint and again rolled the sheet up over her derriere until the lower orbs were exposed. The two of them moved into position at Chloe’s knees, Marc on her right leg and Greg on her left. Greg instructed Marc on the musculature of the leg and showed him some appropriate strokes. Both men noticed that at the apex of Chloe’s legs a muff of hair could be clearly seen. As they moved higher he explained that again firmer pressure could be used on the fleshier parts of the body and did so by pushing deeply into Chloe’s thighs. Marc followed suit on the other leg and they soon were prying Chloe’s legs apart. Again they kneaded and plucked. Only when Marc plucked he also tugged at Chloe’s labia. Her outer lips became completely visible. They were parted and a little saucer of cream was gathering within her most favored resort. Her cunt grasped at their corneas. It was here that Greg suggested they do some body balancing. He sent Marc up to Chloe’s shoulders and he stood along side of her left hip. They each placed a hand at a corner of her body and pressed down. Chloe used the opportunity to grind her clit into the table. She felt a snake-like tingling at the base of her spine and was feeling purged of her limitations. Greg returned Marc’s attention to Chloe’s legs. He told of an experiment recently completed in California that proved you could change a person’s biological clock simply by shining light on the backs of the knees. While Marc was distracted, Greg used his other hand to continue applying long oiling strokes up Chloe’s parted leg. Chloe Chloe had to bite her lip so as not to gasp when Greg’s hand first made contact with her vagina. She could feel his hand moving closer and closer, higher and higher. At first his fingertips just lightly grazed at her pubic hair, but they returned quickly and more insistently, pressing into the flesh of her outer lips, causing her inflamed cunt even more torment. With a final stroke he cupped the whole of her mound and withdrew while pressing from the heel of his hand to the tips of his long fingers. She shuddered involuntarily. Greg As they worked at Chloe’s thighs, Greg could sense her building tension. He noticed the nearly imperceptible way that her buttocks undulated and she pressed herself against the table when they were applying pressure. He felt the tension mount within her as he approached her womanhood and felt the shudder of abandonment when he pressed his fingers within her soft folds. Despite his oil soaked hands he could feel her hot juices on his fingers. He couldn’t believe he had just grabbed this woman’s cunt. It went against years of stoic professionalism. Yet he was caught in the moment. His adrenaline was pumping, his pulse raced, his hands felt shaky, and he wanted more. He drained his water and asked for a refill. While Marc was away he returned to Chloe and made no pretext as to his intentions. He reached underneath her and began manipulating her clit with his skilled fingers. He was completely engrossed in his actions and felt as if there were a cosmic bond connecting them. She responded with her whole being to the slightest caress of his fingertips. He circled her clit and repeatedly traced his fingertips lightly along her inner lips. He knew she was rising towards release so he plunged his index finger into her avaricious cunt. Chloe Her well oiled skin shown of its’ own essence like a jewel. Red flame rose from her depths, animating her loins, and releasing her dew. She was lost in a nether world of surrender and desire. Only one thing mattered now. Her tremendous tension was about to be released in waves of ecstasy. Like water coming to a roiling boil it approached and burst past the point of no return. She rode her orgasm along a dreamy wave of consciousness to a still point where she was as the being of all beings. She was relaxed, satiated, and more content than she had ever been before.