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First Man

By: Martins



Guys remember the first time they kissed a girl. The memory is usually a vague one as it probably happened so long ago. Guys also remember the first time they had sex with a girl. Often this memory is purposely vague as first time sex was most likely an inexperienced, premature ejaculatory event.

Nevertheless, all guys have experienced these first ever events, admit to them readily and embellish upon the circumstances to others. However, fewer guys have experienced another first time event, almost never admit to it and need not embellish upon the facts because I promise you the event was very intense.

What could this mysterious event be, you ask? Well, guys are intensely sexual creatures. And few heterosexuals will admit their homosexual curiosities, let alone admit to acting on those curiosities. But being sexual creatures, some times you find yourself in the right place, at the right time and magic just happens with someone of the same sex because of this intense male sexuality coupled with those curiosities that many secretly harbor.

My name is Mike and his name was Stan.

We were roommates in college and were just finishing our senior year at the University. Now being college roommates meant we knew each other well and had talked about nearly everything but naturally we had this male ego thing. Because of this macho thing we had going, if Stan had any homosexual curiosity, that's one thing I didn't know about him.

I mean he didn't walk around the dorm naked and he'd make homosexual jokes a lot. It was his thing.

We were athletes and physical education majors. We had plenty of girlfriend practice for sure. So bragging was over girl conquests and the mention of homosexual activity was done to ridicule each other, not something you explored.

Nevertheless, I'll secretly admit I was curious. I even bought a dildo a couple of years earlier and found that masturbating with the dildo up your ass was a great experience although I rarely got to use it because guaranteed privacy in college is hard to come by. And I certainly didn't want Stan to know.

Now I don't know if it was because I had learned in a sociology class the week before that some studies had shown that virtually all males had thought or fantasized about having a same sex experience whether they would openly admit it or not. Or whether it was because Stan and I found ourselves in a hotel room with only one bed that started it my to thinking. Or maybe it was both.

Either way, we were two hundred miles away from the college and going to attend a friends wedding that weekend. The hotel only had a room with a double bed. Stan made some comment at how he had a virgin ass and we'd take the room if I could restrain myself.

Stan was always using homosexual humor. It's why the sociology study kept popping into my mind. Was he homophobic or was it his way of working through his homosexual curiosity? Maybe I was thinking too much, but that course got me thinking about what others true thoughts were deep down.

Now I didn't agree to the weekend in order to test my theory that Stan had hidden desires similar to mine. In fact, it never entered my mind. Until we learned the city where the wedding was being held had little in the form of nightlife, so we were relegated to watching TV in the hotel room. Stan ordering porn on the TV didn't help.

We each took turns in the shower in between porn flicks; mostly, cold showers to cool off. So the last porn flick we watched, we were ready for bed. There we were under the covers in just our underwear. Each of us wore those tight whitey jockey shorts. 

We edged to our respective sides of the bed as far as we could as if there was a brick wall between us. The covers were pulled up to our bare chests and naked couples fucked feverishly on the small screen. It was getting dark and the light from the screen flickered about the room.

As the porn flick ended, Stan noticed more than the end of the film. 

"Wow Mike." He got up and disappeared briefly in the bathroom.

"What?" I asked.

"Take care of that before you go to sleep with me man." He walked back in the room and pointed at the bed sheet over me. I looked down and sure enough, I had an erection that tented the cover up. Stan tossed some lubricant on the bed then turned off the TV. 

He quickly slipped into bed before I thought to look to see if he had an erection. To be honest, I had been admiring his tight ass as he walked to the bathroom. Those hidden desires had been surfaced by the porn and Stan's muscles were stimulating.

"What, you want to see me jack off?" I offered actually secretly hoping he'd say yes. I probably would have gotten up the nerve to do just that right in the same room; if he had said so, but he didn't.

"Naw man. I just don't want you to get dangerous with that thing is all with the lights out." He said.

"Chicken." I said.

"Faggot." He replied as he turned off the light. It was his favorite comeback.

"Tight ass."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You couldn't handle it." I said.

"You ain't got enough dick." Mike rolled on his side and pulled the covers up to go to sleep.

"You've been peeking. And you call me a faggot" I put the lubricant on the nightstand and pulled the covers up to go to sleep as well.

"Just stay on your side." 

"But you make me hard." I teased. It was a typical exchange between us; but always in humor. I never seriously took it beyond the joking.

"Go jack off." He said, on his side facing away from me.

"Come on Stan. You got hard watching the porn too, didn't you? Why don't you go jack off instead?"

"I can control my dick."

"Let's see."

"Go to sleep or go jack off Mike."

"Stan has a hard on." I sang. Now I realized I was testing the waters to see how far Stan would go with his joking.

"Do not." He said.

"Prove it."

"It's bedtime. You can't handle a man's dick."

"Bet you do." He seemed to want to keep playing the game so I reached on the outside of the covers and pretended to grope for his dick.

"Go away. Pervert." He said and pulled the covers tighter. 

"Come on Stan. I'll jack off if you will." It seemed like a safe comment. Not heterosexual or homosexual. Just building on his suggestion that I jack off and I would have settled for a mutual jack off session as a way to fulfill my same sex curiosity. But what I didn't expect was what I call the moment.

You know what I'm talking about. It's that moment when you're with someone. It's an awkward moment as you cross a boundary. If the other person rejects the crossing of the boundary, then the moment becomes a disaster.

Like if you touch a girls breast for the first time while you're making out; if she is offended and pushes your hand away, it will probably be your last date with her. It's a disastrous moment.

On the other hand, if the other person accepts your boundary crossing and crosses it with you; then the moment becomes a beautiful one and changes the whole relationship.

Like touching the girl's breast. If she moans and urges your to feel her some more rather than rejecting your advance; then there are no longer any barriers between you. It's a defining moment that pushes things further. It's a magic moment.

Stan and I reached one of those moments in our teasing that night which we had done countless times before in the dorm rooms. But in past times, a defining moment never happened. We just dropped the joking and that was the end of it. Looking back, maybe we each were waiting on the other to test the waters by stepping over the boundaries we guys set between each other.

I reached under the covers and pretended to grope for his dick. I guess that was one of those types of tests. It was a defining gesture that could go either way if you will.

He was still on his side facing away from me. I expected him to stop me but hoped at best he'd then relent and agree to jack off before we went to sleep. I could at least get to see his dick which although we were roommates, guys were still pretty macho about that sort of thing and didn't parade around naked very much.

But it didn't work out the way I had planned. Oh, if Stan had been truly homophobic it might have worked. He would have jacked off in macho fashion and we'd gone back to bed. But we had one of those moments that the situation presented.

As I reached under the covers, Stan didn't stop me. He protested verbally but as my hand reached over his hip, he just held onto the sheet as I slid up behind him and reached over.

I could have grabbed his dick immediately. But I was sure he would stop me. Oddly he didn't. I was lying on my side directly behind Stan. My dick strained against my underwear and barely touched his underwear. I faked trying to find his dick by feeling of the bed in front of him but he just laid there in verbal protest but not stopping me.

"Go away." Stan said.

"Where's your dick?" I teased.

"It's big enough you should be able to find it." 

"So you do have a hard on." I said.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I will if I can find it."

"Go ahead." He said it like it was a dare. So I summoned up the nerve and slid my hand toward his body and found the bulge that I knew I'd find straining against his white jockey shorts. I half expected the game to end there.

I felt its length through the fabric. He was hard and about the same size as my own dick. It was then that the moment occurred. Stan didn't say anything and neither did I. I just held his dick in my hand for a moment. He accepted my hand on his dick.

Without saying a word I then slipped my hand slowly inside the elastic waistband and pulled it down enough to free his erection. I then grasped his dick with my hand and caressed it for a minute.

Now if Stan were homophobic; this was his chance to pull up his shorts and tell me so. But it didn't happen. Instead he said nothing. The joking and teasing stopped. I slowly caressed the velvet softness of his erection while nervously waiting his reaction. It was the longest few seconds I can remember.

If having another guy stimulate him sexually had ever entered his consciousness, we were entering a defining moment. Apparently, the sociology study was correct.

That's when the moment occurred. Stan hummed softly and moved his hips toward my hand in a slow fucking motion as if to fuck my fingers. I stroked his dick gently and slid closer to his back. So close in fact that my own dick pressed against his ass.

Stan felt every move because he then pressed his ass against my dick. At first, I thought maybe he was just getting comfortable. So I slowly pressed my hips forward against his ass, pushing my dick against him even firmer. Stan hummed again and pushed back against my dick with his ass.

He was reciprocating my every motion. His fantasies were my own and we had crossed that boundary. And if that were so, then a simple juvenile circle jerk was not going to quench our mutual fantasies.

If there had been barriers of nervousness, reluctance and macho posturing before; those walls suddenly disappeared. The change was sudden.

A spell fell over us at that moment. I remember the dark room was pierced by a soft light filtering through the window casting long shadows as our eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room looked like a black and white movie.

It was quiet. My heart began to pound in my chest. My breathing quickened. For some reason, I had a strong desire to continue pushing boundaries. Because now I knew we must share hidden desires. I wanted him. So I leaned forward and kissed his neck. Stan hummed.

I rubbed his dick some more and finally he moved his hands toward his waist. But it was not to stop me; it was to remove his underwear. He slid them off and kicked them off his ankles. I grabbed my own underwear and did the same. We both were suddenly naked.

There is something indescribable about two men naked in a bed. Silent. Hearts pounding; light filtering softly through a darkened room. The possibilities were endless. The mood of the room changed dramatically.

I was reached over Stan's hips again after slipping off my underwear and caressed his dick some more. He was still on his side with his back to me after we had freed ourselves of our only clothing. Instinctively, my dick pushed against his ass. He hummed and moved his ass against my dick.

I rubbed again, allowing my dick to slide between the cheeks of his ass. He sighed softly. I released his dick and grasped his hip and slowly rocked my pelvis forward and back, my dick gliding up and down between the cheeks of his ass again. Stan moaned this time.

Kissing his back, I slowly dry fucked his backside. It may seem awkward, but it felt so natural. But it was in those moments that an erotic atmosphere began to fill the room. Soft moans and heavy breathing hung in the air as our two male bodies began to writhe.

You could hear our breathing and the crinkle of the bed sheets as we gyrated against each other's flesh. We dry humped. My dick pressed against the firm cheeks of his ass. His ass squirmed to feel my dick.

For a moment I wanted him to turn over and kiss me. But instead, he reached back and grasped my dick and helped rub my dick against his ass. It made me wonder if he secretly had a dildo of his own. 

"Stan. Your body feels good." I kissed him below his ear. It was all I could say at the time.

Stan moaned. He released my dick and raised one leg up. My dick slipped between his legs from behind and the tip of my dick bumped against his balls. I grabbed his hip and again dry fucked him between his legs a few times. 

We were simulating fucking. We wanted each other. Our bodies were aligning themselves with the other.

I kissed his neck and had an overwhelming desire for this man came over me. I reached down and did something I had never fantasized about but it was instinctive and spontaneous. I felt between his ass cheeks with my hand and found his puckered asshole and ran my finger around the rim a few times.

"Do you want me?" I kissed his neck as I fingered the rim of his ass.

Stan moaned.

Do you want me? I asked again trying to push my finger in his ass gently, rubbing it more firmly.

"Yes." He whispered.

"What do you want me to do?" I rubbed his ass with my hand from his balls to the small of his back then down again as I kissed his neck.

"Fuck me." He said softly. 

"Are you sure that's what you want." I rubbed again and stopped at his asshole testing its rim with my finger. My tone was hypnotic and didn't seem to be my own.

"I want you, Mike." Stan said.

I reached back behind me and grabbed the lube that was on the bedside table. As I did I heard the covers snap and Stan had kicked them off of us and rolled onto his stomach.

As I lay on my side my heart leapt at the sight. Stan and I lifted weights as part of our athletic program. We both were toned. The dim light shimmered off his skin. His shoulders were broad and his back muscles were clearly defined by the sharp shadows of the moonlit room. 

His broad shoulders tapered quickly to a narrow waist. His ass was round and tight as he lay on his stomach. Sure I had fantasized about my homosexual curiosities but never thought I'd be so aroused by the sight of a naked man in bed with me. It was more beautiful than in my dreams.

Stan's body looked so manly and strong in the subdued light of the moon glimmering through the window. But at the same time, lying on his stomach with his bare ass waiting for me; he seemed so vulnerable as well. 

I lubed up my finger and rubbed it between his ass cheeks. I quickly found his ass hole and inserted a lubed finger. Stan moaned. I lubed it some more and inserted it again even more slowly. He relaxed and let my finger slip within him.

I was content to finger fuck him for a while. My eyes drifted from the rippled muscles of his upper torso to the sexy curve at the small of his back that gave way to two firm mounds of flesh that formed the tight buns of his ass cheeks.

Between those mounds my hand caressed his ass and my finger fucked him gently. Stan spread his legs so I could gain more access. He moaned and clearly enjoyed the sensation.

Soon I was able to add a second finger with more lube. Stan moaned and I found myself humming as well. Stan was soon slowly raising his hips to meet my finger probing. It was long rocks of his pelvis, like he was fucking the bed below him in slow motion.

I began kissing his back while I finger fucked him. I kissed between his shoulder blades then to the back of his neck. Stan turned his head to the side. I kissed his cheek as well.

"Fuck me, Mike." He whispered. 

What was surprising was not his words but their quality. This guy who was always making homosexual jokes with a deep voice and macho mannerisms mouthed the words in a sultry tone that belied his masculinity.

"I want you, Mike. I want you inside me." He added; his voice dripping with desire.

I got up from my place beside him. I let my finger slip from his ass hole and crawled behind him and knelt on the bed between his legs.

As I lubed up my dick, my mind began to grasp what we were doing. My best friend lay before me; face down on the bed, hugging a pillow under his head, his legs splayed wide and the mounds of his ass directly in front of me. He was waiting.

My dick throbbed. The lubricant glistened on its shaft. Slowly, I rocked forward on my knees and lowered my pelvis behind him. I guided the head of my dick between the firm folds of his ass cheeks.

It sunk between his mounds of flesh. Stan spread his legs wider and reached back with both hands to spread his ass cheeks open for me. You'd think we had done this before. Maybe we each had done this in our dreams but now the dream was coming true.

In the subdued light, I could see his puckered ass hole still glistening with lube. I pressed the head of my aching dick against it and pushed gently at first. Then as I encircled the rim of his ass I applied more pressure and soon the folds of his ass began to give way like the iris of a camera lens opening.

Those folds slowly enveloped the head of my dick and invited more of my flesh to enter. Mesmerized, I watched every millimeter of my velvet shaft snake its way into the depths of that wondrous cavern. 

As he felt me enter him, Stan released his grip on his ass cheeks as my body followed my dick. I lowered myself onto my lover ever so slowly. I felt my dick continue its slow descent until the cheeks of Stan's ass meshed with the front of my hips. 

Lying on Stan's back, I was then fully impaled within him. We lay motionless for a moment and enjoyed the union. I kissed the back of his neck then instinct and lust took over.

Slowly, I slid my dick back just a little then slowly pushed it forward into my lover's ass. Stan moaned. I repeated the motion. Stan moaned again. I rocked my hips a little faster the next time. Stan groaned even louder. We were fucking. We were making love.

"Your ass is so tight." I whispered in Stan's ear.

"You feel good, Mike."

"Damn you do too. I want you man."

"Fuck me, man. Damn your dick feels good."

"I want you, Stan." I drove my dick deeper within him. His ass accepted me easily now. We fucked steadily.

The room was filled with the sounds of humping. We moaned and grunted. The sounds were clearly masculine. A musty smell of sex began to rise in the air. 

The bed strained under our gyrating bodies. Our fucking was just fast enough to want more but not quite fast enough to gain the friction I needed for orgasm. Our bodies continually desired more and more of each other's flesh.

So our bodies danced an erotically forbidden dance. Two men were joined in intimate union. Flesh molded with flesh. The shaft of a male dick continually impaled itself within another man's ass over and over. It was the most erotic experience of my life.


First Man



Soon I noticed that Stan would raise his hips to meet my thrusts but would also dry fuck the bed on which he laid as I fucked his ass. I was on the verge of cumming but feared thrusting too hard into his virgin ass as he called it. Stan gyrated up to meet my thrust then dry fucked the bed only to repeat the motion.

Nearing exhaustion, I let the full weight of my body press upon Stan as I lay on top of him. Stan stopped dry humping the bed and we lay motionless for a moment to rest. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the room. Our bodies were now lubricated with a fine mist of sweat.

"Damn, I love fucking you Stan."

"You dick is nice." Stan said as he tilted his ass back against my dick, which rested, inside his ass.

I slowly eased my dick in and out of Stan's ass in a slow fuck. I wanted more of him. I leaned close to his ear.

"I want to feel your dick too, Stan."

I didn't wait for Stan to respond. Slowly, I pulled my dick from his ass. The temperature of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth of his ass that my dick had become accustomed to.

As soon as my dick popped from his sphincter, I rolled off of him and lay on my back beside him. Stan rose to his knees as I stared up at him. First he lifted one knee over my leg, then the other. I spread my legs to give him room to kneel between my thighs.

I had a good view of Stan's pectoral chest muscles and the tight striations of his abdominal muscles referred to as a six pack. As I lifted my head slightly to watch him kneel between my legs, the muscles of my abdomen tightened as well revealing my own hard work in the weight room.

My eyes had adjusted well to the dimly lit room. I could see every muscle on Stan's naked body as he squirted lube on a finger and played with my ass hole. My dick glistened with lube as well, having been freshly plucked from Stan's ass.

I raised my hips as Stan inserted one finger and soon two. I'd learned how to relax my ass hole from my masturbation sessions with the dildo, so I quickly wanted more than his finger.

"Fuck me, Stan." I said looking up at him.

Stan squirted lube on his dick. I planted my feet firmly on either side of Stan and pushed up so as to tilt my ass for better access. Stan positioned his dick just below my balls and pressed it against my ass hole. With my legs spread wide and a man's dick up against my ass, I felt terribly vulnerable. 

Stan's dick was gleaming with lube in the low light. Our eyes met. Stan pushed forward slightly. I allowed my sphincter to relax and accepted him. I felt a squish of lube as he slid within me.

The squish was followed by a fullness I can't describe. Warmth and tingling spread over my thighs and groin. I could feel every inch of his dick glide into me and the more he filled me, the more I desired.

As soon as I was fully impaled, Stan rocked his hips back and began to slowly fuck me. As he supported his torso above me, his pelvis thrusted back and forth; the vision was incredibly erotic. It looked like an animal in heat, fucking its mate.

My heart pounded. Sparkles would occasionally flicker in my vision. The musky scent of sex rose above us again. Our sweat mingled. Low grunts and groans echoed softly in the room. To someone nearby, they would have thought two animals were humping in the darkness with the heavy breathing, the grunts, the groaning bed and the occasional slap of skin on skin.

The sounds we emitted were inhuman. The smell was an aphrodisiac; musky and warm. Beads of sweat began to form on our bare skin. 

I spread my legs to accept him as much as I could. I wanted all he could give me. Stan was finally able to glide inside me as he would a pussy. His grunts grew louder and my groans rose to meet each thrust.

I wanted to touch my dick, which tingled and bobbed between us. But I knew I would cum if I touched it. Stan then began to thrust purposefully and guttural sounds escaped his throat.

"Mike, I'm cumming. I'm going to..."

"Cum in me Stan. Fuck me. Oh, damn Fuck me..."

Stan grunted. His body was no longer his. He began to shudder. I quickly grabbed my dick and began to jack myself off. But it didn't take long.

As Stan spilled his warm fluid inside me; my hand slid easily up and down my lubed dick. My ass hole quickly spasmed then clamped tightly onto Stan's dick. White cum erupted from the end of my dick and streamed into the air in arcs between us landing in plop after plop onto my chest and abdomen. 

Our bodies continued to shudder together for a few moments. Stan's grunts turned into sighs and I milked the last drops of pearly fluid from my dick.

In exhaustion Stan collapsed on top of me and into my arms. He left his dick inside my ass but I could feel warm cum seep from around it and trickle down my ass to the bed.

Sticky cum squished between our chests and my slippery dick pressed against his washboard abdomen. But we didn't care. Our lips met. We kissed; softly at first, then our tongues searched for its mate. We kissed deeper as our tongues met then swirled in a dance of their own.

I don't remember Stan withdrawing his dick from my ass. We simply fell asleep in each other's arms that night. Sticky cum melded between us, white liquid oozed from my ass and sometime during the night Stan's dick slid out as well and plopped on the bed below my balls.

We simply fell asleep in each other's arms.

We didn't say much when the sun rose the next morning. Light through the window illuminated our nakedness. I ran my fingers through Stan's hair and as he awoke I wondered how he would react. He leaned up and kissed me. Then we showered; together this time.

For the first time I tasted a man's dick that morning. We took turns sucking each other's dick in the shower. We couldn't keep our hands off each other as we dried off and I dropped to my knees in the bathroom and sucked him again. Only I wouldn't stop.

Stan fucked my mouth. He grabbed my head. His now familiar moans soon began and I savored his velvety smooth shaft that slid between my lips. Finally, his dick twitched and cum filled my throat. I sucked him dry and swallowed his cum. It was salty and I rose to kiss him and share the remnants of his lovemaking.

Stan knew I needed a morning release and bent over the bathroom counter. We watched our reflection in the large mirror as I lubed his ass then fucked him doggy style. 

Not long after I grasped his hips, the room filled with grunts of my own and I sprayed cum inside of Stan. As I pulled out, white cum followed which I licked briefly to clean him up. I couldn't resist and it was incredibly intimate; licking my own cum as it oozed from my lover's ass.

We cleaned ourselves and got dressed. The rest of the weekend after my first night with a man was a blur. Oh, we looked at the girls that were introduced to us at the wedding festivities but at night we left a mess for the maid to clean the next morning as we fucked and sucked much of the night.

Now just because that was my first taste of man sex doesn't mean it was my last. There was something powerful about it. And suffice it to say that Stan and I enjoyed rooming together that last year of college.

Oh, and the macho stuff. It was still there and the homosexual jokes? That didn't stop either. But I finally knew the true meaning behind Stan's demeanor. And he & I were the only ones who really knew each other's desires; after that first time.



First Massage



Rick had never had a massage before, and he didn't have the nerve to look into getting one for himself. But his friend Ray gave him the excuse.

"You should try Dawn. She's registered, she's trained, she's really good, you'll feel great," said Ray, as the two of them stumbled out of a long rehearsal.

The idea kept preying on Rick, day and night. He found himself fantasizing more and more about having a woman massage his body. He had very little body hair, and he imagined the masseuse's hands easing oil sensuously into his smooth skin. 

But then he would catch himself. He felt that if he was going to have a massage, it should be a real massage, for the right reasons, not a veiled hope of getting off with some woman who probably wouldn't have the slightest interest in him anyway. After all, this masseuse was licensed, experienced, and probably had to handle lots of patients every day. Why would his body be any different from the others?

But his mind would drift to his big cock, to the women who told him they were surprised by how sweet he tasted, to images of himself in the mirror, lithe, young, coordinated. He pictured the masseuse as being young, blonde, intelligent, sensuous. Then he'd catch himself again, suddenly fearing that he'd lie down on the massage table with a hardon. He vowed to keep his mind off sex if he ever did have the massage.

Finally, Rick decided that if he promised himself to be as professional about getting a massage as he expected the masseuse to be about giving one, he would go ahead and call her.

Once he made the call, it seemed too easy. He had an appointment.

On the day of the appointment, he drove to the masseuse's address, and couldn't contain his elation at doing something he longed to do. He imagined that all those other drivers and pedestrians who saw him in his car would love to change places with him if they only knew where he was going.

As he walked up to the door and rang the bell, he caught himself again, wiped the grin off his face, vowed to appreciate the massage in a mature way, and promised himself he'd keep his mind off sex. It was going to be a healthy experience.

Dawn answered the door and welcomed him in. His chest swelled as he took note that she was blonde, somewhat petite, with a nice figure, wearing shorts and a T shirt. She was friendly and relaxed, and sat him down to ask if he had any special areas she should focus on. He explained this was his first massage and he just wanted a good rub to get things circulating.

She smiled and led him to the table, told him to take off his clothes and get under the sheet; she'd be back when he was ready.

"Um...should I take off all my clothes?" he asked.

"Sure, whatever you're comfortable with. It's easier for me to work if you take them all off," she said as she sidled out of the room.

Rick realized this was her apartment, and it felt warm and homey. The professional massage table had a pillow and a sheet, and as he eased himself onto the table, he couldn't believe he was naked under a sheet waiting for a beautiful woman to come into the room and touch him all over.

No, he was not going to go there. Stay serious, he told himself. But what if he got a hardon? He'd have to suck in his breath and relax. But what if? OK, he said to himself, she must be used to dealing with this. He'd just excuse himself and make clear he had no intentions.

"Are you ready?" Dawn asked gently from outside the room.

"Uh, yeah, I am," said Rick, and he realized he was sweating slightly from anticipation. He tried to relax and act as if he got massages every week. He tried to feel quite normal as Dawn entered the room somewhere behind him, and drew up close behind his head.

She picked up his head slightly, rocked it, and massaged his face, which sent away some of his worries. He let himself go and felt like he could handle this situation responsibly, and enjoy it, too.

Dawn oiled her hands and walked to the other end of the table to work on his feet, and Rick felt tingles of excitement, which he relaxed away. But as she worked up his thighs, he had to shift his head to one side and concentrate on his breathing to send away the arching of his cock.

Dawn moved to his side to work his hand and arm--and gave Rick an unexpected gift. The moment she massaged his forearms, Rick got a hardon. This time he couldn't keep it down. Every time she delved into his forearms, his cock bobbed up stronger. He had never had a clue that his forearms were an erogenous zone.

Finally, he summoned the courage to say, "I'm sure you've seen this plenty. I'm sorry, but I can't help my erection. I didn't know my arms were so sensitive."

Dawn mumbled quiet words of reassurance, slid up his arm, and pulled it across his body, narrowly avoiding the tent covering his cock. As if trying to keep a low profile, his cock was curved in an hard arch up to his belly button.

She moved back behind his head again, and he heard her shake out more oil onto her hands.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed, first small circles, then larger and larger circles, going down his chest and back up his sides, first down his pecs, over his nipples and up his ribs, and then down towards his belly button and up the sides. Each time, she stroked a little farther towards his stiff cock, bobbing under the sheet.

Rick's mind tugged so hard at him that he had to let it go. After all, how could she know what he was thinking? He may as well enjoy his thoughts. He couldn't hide the hardon anyway.

Now he saw himself, in his mind, reaching over his head as Dawn reached forward. He saw himself grabbing her ass through her shorts and pulling her onto the table on top of him. He was hugging her ass to him with his head between her legs, in 69 position.

But he wasn't actually doing anything of the kind. He was being good to his promises. Still, his arms were tense and seemed ready to rise up as he imagined reaching around to pull her down and feel her pert ass behind him.

Dawn was rubbing down over his nipples, and reaching down his belly toward his hardon and pulling back up his sides, when suddenly, the strangest thing happened. Rick yawned.

And as he yawned, with eyes closed, he suddenly tasted the roughness of dry cloth in his mouth. The cloth of a T shirt. A T shirt with a breast in it. Dawn had seen his wide open mouth and had placed her breast right in his mouth.

Reality split.

Rick's mind knew exactly what was going to break open now: his arms would release from their trap and embrace the small of her back, and then slide around front to hoist up her T shirt and let the skin of her breast into his wet mouth. He would suck on her hard nipple, and she would glide her warm hands under the sheet hooding his arching hard cock. It was reaching so desperately for her. She would let her oiled hands slide down his belly under his cock and grab hold of him from its base.

Meanwhile, he would cup both her breasts and bring her nipples together so he could fit them both into his mouth at one time, and suck and nibble at them. And she would moan and pause for a moment as she stroked his cock from the base up to the nib.

Frantically his hands would undo the snap and zipper of her shorts, and she would break away from his cock to help him get her out of her shorts. Then he'd pull her by the ass over on top of himself while sliding his tongue from her belly button up to her soaking wet pussy, where he would bury his mouth.

He would fall into another world as he felt her mouth close on his cock and take it in, down to the root, while he lapped up her juicy cunt, sliding from clit through her slit up to her asshole and back until he nibbled his way back to her clit. He would press his lips around her clit and suck the little clit into his mouth and diddle it lightly and furiously with his tongue, every which way.

He would knead her ass and she would be sucking his dick, holding his balls, and then, because she was trained and knew bodies so well, she would slip her oiled finger into his asshole and up to his prostate and...

But the shocking taste of dry cloth in his mouth, and his determination to be professional, made him deny to himself that there was a breast in his mouth. And a harsh reality broke in on his dreams.

He backed off his mouth from the T shirt, and it wasn't easy, because Dawn had really thought his mouth was reaching for her breast, so she had let herself put it right in that gaping hole, thinking he was dying to suck on her. With his erection bobbing at her and begging for help, her professionalism had cracked. But this guy wasn't even asking for anything! It drove her over the edge, but only for a moment.

He managed to extricate the breast from his mouth, and even pretended blindly that nothing had happened, that it had been an innocent little collision.

Dawn finished the massage, and excused herself so that Rick could get up and dress. She headed straight to her bedroom to change into dry panties and clean shorts.

By way of thanking her, Rick gave her a long hug and made another appointment. This time, she was the one that vowed to herself to stay on the professional side. 



First Massage



Ever since I had my first massage 3 years ago I have been hooked. I would say on average I get a massage once a month now. Most of the time I will try different places in search of the best massage. However I think my first massage is going to be pretty tough to bet.

I work out both cardio and weights on a pretty regular basis. My legs had been really sore and just tired. One of my buddies told me that whenever his legs start to feel like this that he goes in for a massage and it really seems to help. He actually gave me the name of the place that he usually goes to and the name of the therapist. I made an appointment however I had to go to a different therapist as the one that he went to was not available for a couple of weeks. 

I had know idea what to expect when I showed up for the massage. When making the appointment the lady told me to show up 15 to 20 minutes early to fill out paperwork. When I walked in I was kind of surprised to find that this place was a nice hair saloon with a spa service. After checking in at the front desk I filled out some type of medical questionnaire and turned it back in. Soon after this a young attractive lady came out and introduced herself to me. She walked me back to the room that we would be in and asked me a few questions. I told her I had never had a massage so didn't really know what to expect. She was very nice and told me to just relax and feel free to ask her any questions as we went on. 

After the interview she took me out of the room to a dressing room that had a locker and a shower right there in the room. I was blown away by how nice everything was. She told me to go ahead and take off my clothes and then put the robe on and when I was done meet her in the room next to the dressing room. She took me there and I saw some really nice comfortable chairs and each of them had a foot bath next to them. 

She asked me if I had any questions. I said actually I do have one questions. I told her it might be a stupid question but I wanted to make sure. When she told me to take off all my clothing did she mean to leave my boxers on? She said I always tell people that they will get a better massage if they are totally nude. However it is totally up to each individual as to what they are comfortable with. With that I went into the dressing room and the therapist told me she would see me in a few minutes.

As I started undressing I was starting to get pretty excited. I have always been a guy that for some reason loves the thought of a girl seeing my cock. I don't want to get caught doing something that I am not supposed to do which is why I asked the therapist about the boxers. As I took off my boxers and stepped into the robe I suddenly felt something in my cock. I was starting to get a little bit excited. I didn't think much of it so I opened the door and walked into the room and sat down in the chair the therapist told me to sit in. I put my feet into the water and began to relax.

After a couple of minutes Kim the therapist came into the room. As I said earlier Kim was a very attractive lady. I would say she was probably in her mid twenties and had a very active body. Average sized breast and a great ass. Not that I had been looking.

She asked how I was feeling and I told her I was doing great. She then sat down on her knees and started rubbing my feet while they were in the foot bath. This felt great but it really threw me off guard. As I said I had never had anything like this before. Where she was sitting made her eyes right in line with cock. I was wearing a robe and had taken off my boxers. She was moving my feet and legs a bit and my legs were a bit spread. The robe had come apart a bit in the middle. As Kim continued to work on my feet I started to get a bit excited. I began to open my legs a bit more. She was talking to me and ever once in a while she would look up at me. The foot massage went on for about 10 minutes by the end my legs were spread just enough for her to get a peek of my cock. Just before she told me to follow her in the massage room I notice that she took a very quick glance between my legs before getting up. 

As I got up and walked into the room I was glad when she told me she would give me a minute to get undressed and under the towel. She told me to start out face down. After she left the room I took a second to get my cock back under control so I could lay down. I was very excited about the fact that I was going to be laying down naked with a very attractive lady rubbing all over my body and the only thing covering me would be a towel. As I laid down I made sure that my cock was between my legs. Having never had a massage I was not sure what to expect when Kim return.

I few seconds later Kim knocks on the door and then enters. She asked if the temperature in the room was OK and I told her it was great. 

She then started on my back and shoulders. As soon as her hands touched my back I was instantly hard. I know this was not supposed to be a sexual touch but I couldn't help but feel it. As she moved down my back she pushed the towel lower. In doing this I could tell that the towel was now right at the cress of my butt. She continued to work on the lower part of my back and also continue to make small talk. Our conversation was very nice and also very professional. I told her as she was working that everything felt great. 

What happened next I believe is what keeps me come back to get massages (I would find out later that all massages are not near this good). 

With the back done she now folded the towel to expose my ass and my left leg. I could not believe it. The towel was now only covering my right ass check and the upper part of my right leg. As she started to rub my ass I let out a soft moan. I was in heaven. She was rubbing my ass and it felt great. I couldn't believe that she was actually even spreading my checks a bit. She was probably within two inches of my asshole. As she was doing this I starting thinking about my cock. My cock at this time was push up against my right leg. I could tell that the towel was covering it now. However if she did the same thing to the other side there would be no way that she didn't see it. This was great.

She finished up with my ass and she moved to my left hamstring. As she did this she kind of pulled it away from my body a bit to spread my legs. The rubbing on the hamstring felt great and then she started doing the inside of the hamstring. I couldn't believe how close she was getting to my balls. She keep moving closer and closer and closer until finally I could feel the outside of her hands touch them. However as she touched them she continued to work the inner part of my leg. She probably touch my balls 10 times over the next minute. Finally she finished up with the hamstring and moved to my calf and finished up. I couldn't wait to see what happened with the other leg when she moved the towel. After the calf was done she did a couple last long stokes of my leg from the calf to the butt and once again touch my balls with the outside of her fingers. She then covered me up and moved around to the other side.

She had to know that my cock was pressed on the inner side of my right leg. The question was would she do the same thing with the towel. If she did she would have a perfect view of my cock. If she rubbed my right leg the same way she did my left leg she would be constantly touch my cock.

As she moved to the other side she slowly moved the towel to reveal my ass. However this time she didn't reveal my whole leg so she couldn't see my cock yet. She did the same thing with my right check as she did with my left. The last few minutes we had not talked at all. I was to busy thinking about her touching my balls and if she would touch my cock. As she was rubbing my ass she said "how is everything so far?" "Is everything OK?" I instantly replied back with "it is absolutely great." "You are very good at what you do."

I think she asked this to make sure that what she was doing wasn't too much for me. Because as soon as I answered the question she moved the towel that was around my right leg. I know my cock was now right there for her to see perfectly. She started as before on the outside of my leg and then moved towards the inside. My cock by this time was probably 3/4th its' full size and probably about as big as it could get in the position I was laying. Was she going to touch my cock? If she wanted to massage the inside of my leg she would have to. Sure enough she moved towards the inside of my leg and the outside of her hands were now in constant contact with my cock. She was rubbing the inside of my league and moving high and higher up. Her hands were now so far up the inside of my leg that the back of her hand was touching my cock and the back of her fingers were now brushing my balls. My breathing was getting a little bit louder I could tell. This went on for a couple of minutes before she moved to my calf. She finished up as with the left leg with a couple of long strokes of the leg from the calf to the butt and touched my cock a couple more times. She then covered me back up and told me it was time to roll over. 

By cock was still pretty hard so as I rolled over onto my back I was trying to figure out where to put my cock. It was hard to do but I was able to push it between my legs for the time being. I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen with me laying on my back. Kim moved to the right side of my body and folded the towel over. My cock was kind of between my legs with the head under my left leg a bit. I could tell when she moved the towel that it was no problem at all for her to see my balls at this point. 

Maybe I should say this now. I am very clean shaven downstairs. I started shaving my pubic hair with clippers about 3 years ago and then decided that I would try shaving it bald last year. I love the way my cock and balls fell and look without any hair at all. 

So back to the massage. She worked the upper part of my leg and to be honest worked all the way between my legs. I couldn't believe that she was pretty much doing everything but grabbing my cock. On this leg she didn't even move down past the knee. After a few minutes she returned the towel and then moved to my other leg.

She now moved the towel back and with the angle that my cock was down towards the under part of my left leg she could see everything. She continued to work the upper and inner part of my leg. At one point her left hand was rubbing the inside of the upper part of my leg with the back of her hand all over my cock and her right hand was rubbing just above my cock in my lower stomach. I look up at her a couple times while she was doing this and she had a smile on her face. 

She finished up on the upper part of my leg however just before she put the towel back over me she took three last strokes between my legs. Before she was rubbing my leg and the back of her hand was touching my cock. However the last few strokes she actually rubbed my cock with the inside of her hand and she wasn't touching my leg at all. It was all I could do to keep from coming.

She then put the towel back over my leg and moved up to my chest and face. Nothing too exciting with my chest except for now I could pretty much look at her face to face. She was constantly smiling as was I. When she moved to my face and started rubbing it she said something that really turned me on.

"You really do have a nice close shave." As she did that she looked directly down towards my cock and smiled. 

I said, "I try to keep it smooth" knowing that she was not talking about face at all. 

She then said, "Me to. I think I am going to try to get me boyfriend to work on his shaving."

With that she said OK your 90 minutes is up. She told me to take my time getting up and then to go back to the dressing room. If I wanted to take a shower that was fine and she would meet me right outside the dressing room with some water when I was done.

I put the robe back on and walked back to the dressing room which was only about 10 feet from the room I had the massage in. That is a good thing because I had a raging hard on that was sticking straight out. When I got into the dressing room I took a shower and shot the biggest load of cum I have ever shot all over the shower. 

I then dressed and opened the door to the dressing room. Sure enough Kim was sitting right outside the door to the dressing room with a glass of water for me. I am not sure what happened but when I opened the door and Kim handed me that glass of water I noticed her nipples were hard as can be. I am pretty sure she must have taken off her bra to give me one last piece of heaven. I gave her a very very nice tip and she gave me her card and showed me to the front where I was to pay.

She told me to give her a call sometime soon for another massage.

After paying I went ahead and booked another appointment with Kim for a month later. I was very sad when they called me a couple of days prior to my appointment and told me that Kim was no longer working there. I asked where she was working and they wouldn't give me that info. I went ahead and had another therapist but it wasn't anything like Kim's massage.

Since my first massage I have had probably 25 massages and none have come close to this experience. However it doesn't keep me from continuing to look to find that perfect massage. 



First Massage



Only the second half of this is my writing. A female online friend started the story off and I promised to finish it for her. I also promised her I'd publish it. I edited her part slightly so that the story is told from a single point of view, but otherwise the ideas and tone are hers. 

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I found out later that you'd always been good at massage....with your husband, anyway. He always used to tell you that you made him so relaxed, so unwound, so excited! Now he was gone, and you had to support yourself somehow.

And then one day you found yourself with the advertising cards you'd made, ready to stick one up in the phone box across town. Dare you? You needed the money really badly. Before you could, there was a soft knocking on the window. You jumped and turned around, dropping the card on the floor. You'd been caught in the act.

There I was, standing there smiling. You were obviously flustered, with tears welling up. I bent down, picked the card up and read it. You stood looking at the floor, ashamed you'd come to this. I placed the card back in your hands and you looked into my face.

I smiled again, trying to make you feel comfortable. Seeing your distress, I took you by the arm into the pub across the road, and ordered you a large brandy. We had a good honest chat and I explained that I understood, as you told me everything. After 2 or 3 glasses, you seemed more relaxed. It turned out that we enjoyed each others company.

Before you knew what you were doing, you were asking me back to your place. You explained that you needed me to help you overcome your first time! If you knew you were ok, then that would make it so much easier for you. You explained that you didn't want payment if things worked out ok - I would always be welcome for a freebie anytime!! I smiled and took your hand, and lead you out of the pub.....15mins later we arrived at your house. The brandies had made you relaxed, and a little giddy!

You left me in the room to undress and lay face down on the massage table, as you nipped upstairs to get changed. You seemed relaxed now and not at all nervous and now feel like you've known me all your life .........it's also been a very long time since you'd had the company of a man. This is going to be a night to remember!

As you walked into the room you dimmed the light and lit the dozen or so candles around the room. You looked towards me, and saw the look of lust in my eyes...you have a clinical ever so short dress on with the zip down the front pulled low down, showing your ample cleavage, bulging out. You turned around and bent over the side table to get a bottle of oil. You could probably feel my eyes on you when I notice that you have no knickers on! The bottom of your cheeks, your hairy bush and your lips were just showing through!

You turned round and walked over to me. You poured some sweet smelling oil over my shoulders, and started working the oil in using hard circular movements, digging your thumbs around my shoulder blades. I started to moan softly. You moved your hands down, your thumbs rubbing into the sides of my spine, moving further down to the base, back up, and bending over me to reach both shoulders. You applied more oil and I could feel your tits pressing against my back, your soft breath against my neck.

You moved around to face me. You stood a foot in front of me, and pulled the zip all the way down, letting your dress fall to the floor. You had a silky see-through bra on, and I can see that your nipples are stretching the silk hard and trying to burst through. Looking further down, I can clearly see your knickerless cunt and a now hard clit and full lips showing beneath your thick bush. I reached one arm towards your cunt, my middle finger feeling between your lips feeling your juices, and with my wet finger circling your hard clit. I know that you haven't had a man in ages, and I can see that you're more wet and swollen than you've ever been. You're going to make this last, because you could cum now just standing there with me now, my three fingers pushing up inside you!

I think I know how you're feeling. I slide my fingers out of you and grab your hips and pull you into my face. Your juices are running down my chin as I take your clit into my mouth and suck on it like a small cock. You move away to my side and clamber astride my back. You apply more oil, or so I think, and you rub my shoulders. I can feel your warm cunt sliding over my back, it's so wet. You place your own hand between your legs, and slide your fingers in, covering them with warm cunt juice and feeling the warm friction of your flaps on my back. You massage my arms, shoulders and neck. My head is on one side, my eyes are closed and I am in ecstasy! You can well know how uncomfortable I must be laying on a rock hard cock.

You move your hand onto my cheek and slowly feel my lips, pushing the tip of your finger inside. I suck, open my eyes and look into your face and smile. You smile back...I know the taste of love juice. I now know what I've been massaged with. The smell of it lingers in the air along with sweet smelling sweat, off both of us.

You lift your body off me, letting me turn over. We are face to face! You lift yourself, letting my bent hard cock spring to full life in front of you. You gape at my large throbbing, inviting, suckable hard shaft!!! It rests against your stomach, the head so swollen, and pre-cum is runs down the shaft. You sit with your legs over mine... your cunt is nestling against my balls. You run a finger around my tip, and you take a long look at it covered in my pre-cum. You slowly place it between your lips and watch my reaction.

I grab hold of your finger, and shove it into your mouth, watching you suck hard as if it were itself a cum-covered cock. My hand moves over to your cunt and I slide my fingers into you, covering them in your juice. You surprise me by pulling my finger into your mouth. You taste yourself, and smile at me while your tongue laps up your own tangy juices. You push another of your fingers inside yourself and when you take it out you rub it around my lips and then into my mouth. I suck hungrily on it......

I lie there smiling, tasting you on my lips and watching you savour your own taste as well. You are still astride me, and my eyes focus now on your body even more....from your smirking, moist lips down your neck to your big stiff-nippled tits, I can't get enough. You thrust them forward as my eyes bore into them. I look over your belly and then down onto your wet, hairy cunt that has two big pink flaps sitting on top of my rock hard cock. As you see my eyes following your prize, you roll your hips around, grinding your clit onto my hard prick. I can see you're preparing to get serious, and your desire is starting to take control of you.

Your thrusting becomes firmer and more urgent, and you press your slick flaps down onto my cock harder than before. I can see the concentration in your face as you grind over me, and you involuntarily grab first your tits and rub, then your nipples and tweak them firmly. I know you're shy but doing this on top of me you look so dirty, so filthy and wanton, that I wonder how you can call yourself shy. You look like you were made to have admiring men watching you get off. Soon you can stand no more and squat over me, your tits dangling over my chest as you grab my cock and direct its tip toward your soaking cunthole. I grab them and squeeze gently even as you lower yourself down, we can both see my hard cock sliding into you. You lean forward again and press your tits onto my chest as you rock your hips to get your clit firing. I can feel the hard clench of your tight cunt on my cock, and feel the juice seeping down over my balls.

Soon you're riding me like I'm a horse and bouncing up and down as you pant and moan. My hands spread all over you, there isn't a part of you I haven't now touched or had my fingers in. Sweat covers you all over but you don't care, you just want and so desperately need a good fuck. You are taking out on me all the frustrations of your long dry spell, and I'm so glad to have needed to make that phone call this morning! Your legs get tired and you need a rest, so you stand, my cock flops wetly back onto my belly, and you step over me.

I stand and walk up behind you, grabbing you first by the hips so I can pull your arse cheeks back onto my slick cock, then they slide up your body to your tits - I can't resist them! - and we spend a moment gyrating smoothly, our sweat providing the greaser that allows this. Soon I press you gently forward and you rest your elbows on the table and present your arse crack to me. I know you're already well primed but I just can't help reaching in between your legs and grabbing a good handful of your crotch, quite roughly this time, and working it around with my fingers. Your shoulders slump forward as you enjoy this unscheduled probing. Before long I remove my hand and spread your arse cheeks with my fingers so I can see your wet hole.

As I slide into you from behind I again feel the tight grip, though my cock still slides in easy because you're so wet. I have my hands on your hips so I can now guide you and control the pace, and you allow this opportunity to just feel a cock in you and enjoy being fucked. Your tits swing back and forth as I slam my cock into you, I'm close to losing control. Your head falls onto your arms and your legs spread further, a sure sign you're nearly ready to cum.

You're now a moaning, quivering mess, your clit a dark pink and almost bursting. You can feel that I'm about to explode as well, as we're in perfect rhythm as we fuck. You grab the other side of the table and press your arse back even harder and I know you're about to cum.....I pump harder still and then after one, two, three, and four thrusts I see you collapse exhausted onto the table while I grab your hips and pull your cunt firmly back onto my swollen cock which is spurting a jet of cum into your hole.....I collapse forward onto your back and we're almost stuck together with sweat and a mixture of thick cum. When I recover I slide my dick out of you and stand back.

Cum is oozing out of your now swollen cunt and dribbling over your clit and pubes, and even down your thigh. I smile and walk around to the other side of the table and stand in front of you so you can lick the juice of my almost smoking cock.....you do this gratefully and soon my balls are clean of juice.....and there you keep lying....waiting for me to return the favour of a massage. 



First Massage



She took a chance. Not knowing if he was the real deal. He seemed nice enough. Very attentive but she wondered if she was repeating an old pattern with him.

Well, he had offered and a massage would sure be nice. She worked so hard and she deserved it. But she knew he would probably get horny and try something.

Hoping he might, she asked him to come over.

An hour later, after frantically cleaning then showering, she was naked on a massage table with some guy who could be an axe murderer for all she knew.

But he had kind eyes and she wanted kindness for a change.

His hands moved across her body with a knowing strength. He knew how to relieve her tensed and bunched muscles. She kept thinking this might be a mistake, to be here with this man. They had only just met. But she felt her trust build as his voice washed over her and he paid attention. 

My god he paid attention. So intensely as his eyes never left hers. He even remembered where she left off her story when they were interrupted by the waitress at dinner two nights ago.

He really was listening. "This is new", she thought. It can't be real. But his eyes kept focused intently on hers. That was dinner and this was now. An entirely new level of intimacy.

Now she was on 'his table'; his realm and he knew it.

Relaxing slowly, she began to give herself over to the need to be touched. She felt the expert way he found sore spots and hidden hurts relieving them with deft fingers.

He was, above all, respectful and caring. But this was only a massage, right? It would end and he would go, after he saw her flaws. Once her body was revealed, he would run. 

But he stayed.

And he never let his focus pull away. He stayed. Touching her. Feeling her.

And she gave in even more. 

He asked if she was comfortable. He checked in with her. "Who does this with such masterful control?" She thought. Head to toe, he had done a thorough professional massage.

Moving above her head, looking into her eyes, he asked if she would like him to massage her breasts. This man who she had just met wanted to give her pleasure. Afraid, worried, she swallowed and said a breathy "yes". It's only her breasts after all.

He took his time. No quick rush to awkwardly fondle like some teenage virgin. 

He knew where and when and how hard. God, she needed this.

Oiled hands moved across her breasts, touched her nipples, rubbed her "mother's battle scars" he called them. Said they were a badge of honor. He took his time, she became warm and wet as she felt her lust rising.

He made sure that she felt safe and warm. He asked her if what he was doing felt good.

He was learning her. All she could reply was a low sound of "Mmmm".

As he continued, his hands worked all over her body, came back to her eager breasts, then moved again,but she trembled when he touched her thighs or rubbed across her stomach. 

He watched. She trembled. More warm oil spilled down between.

Then he asked her the question she wanted yet feared to hear. "Do you want me to go further?" He asked. Did she want him to go further? Hell yes-God no!

She amused herself with her thought. How much did she trust him? It was so new and her life was so full already. A new man to get in her way of raising kids, her work, someone else demanding her attention. That's all she needed right now.

Then she heard herself say - yes.

And his hands moved.

Down over her legs, across her hips.between her thighs. Oh, his hands knew a woman's body well, her body, so well. No rushing, exploring.

Slowly and rhythmically. Patiently and intensely. When she opened her eyes, he was looking right at her face. She was surprised, he smiled. He was learning her.

The waves of pleasure were building, tides of warmth and love and safety and more. So much more. He slipped in and out. Felt her swell, her legs parted as he gently guided them to move.

Thoughts came and went, fleeting across her awareness like a movie of her life. 

Fingers soothed her and excited every millimeter of her skin. She began to smell her own arousal. Musky and wet. 

Then he began in earnest sensing the time was ripe and that she was ready. His fingers became direct and pressed just a little firmer. He widened her, moved in and out of her. Stroked her, found the connection between her clitoris and her G spot. Never before had she felt that.

The first time she came was like a song. A concoction of desire moving in her belly. The slow stirring of all her inner needs in a black cauldron, smoldering, heating up and bubbling. An intoxicating brew that became immediately addictive.

But he didn't stop.

This place was usually the end. That's where she could bring herself from her own masturbation and some others had too.

But he didn't stop. 

He was going further. She felt something she never had before. A new pleasure that was only ever hinted at. Where other lovers were never as knowledgable or attentive, he has a skill. Where did he learn this?

He was teaching her something and this was unexpected. She thought she was in some kind of control with him, that she could tell him to stop at any time if it began to feel awkward. That particular power had left her a few minutes ago.

She learned that she could never bring herself to this level of ecstasy on her own. As soon as she reached a certain point where she could leave her body and float, her hand would falter and slacken.

This level of pleasure required someone else. Someone who paid attention and created trust. Someone who cares, let her fears sleep for a while. What ever it was, she wanted, no, needed more of it.

Then, the realization of what she had been missing crept in just as her awareness melted away.

Another orgasm. 

Toes curling, hands moving to find his strong arms. She had to touch him to reassure he was in control, to ground herself. She felt the muscles under his skin tighten and flex as he kept his focus on her pleasure.

She came quicker, one right after the other. Cresting and floating on wave after wave. Then finally, the dam broke, any more stimulation and the world would cease to exist. One more...oh. 

Silence, no sound. No table under her, no light in the room, no smells. Just her body completely free of all that made up her life. 

Thoughts were gone. 

Time was gone.

Sound.

Breathing. 

Heart beats. 

Then touch.

Still, warm hands on her skin. 

She became aware of light, slowly dawning through her closed eye lids. 

His smell, heat from his body. Every sensory experience was heightened.

Then she felt his gentle lips on hers. The world came in slowly. New feelings replaced the old. 

She pulled him in deeply and passionately. Longingly.

He had reset her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck. Hanging on like a child. His eyes, blue and gold still looking into hers.

He let her return little by little. Slowly remembering who and where she was.

Her life would be so different after this.

"This needs to happen again" she thought.



First Massage for Mrs. 'M'



It was the third week in August and a Wednesday, the slowest day of the week at our mountain resort-retreat and the bosses only day off. It was even slower because a Faith Bible Church group had booked the entire resort, and they weren't doing any extras. They had meetings in the morning, then broke up for sightseeing and shopping trips. Almost no one came in to the Spa for massages and facials, though a few had manicures and pedicures in the Gallery area. 

I was re-stocking the massage room with towels when I became aware of an argument between a husband and wife. They couldn't see past the bushes to the open frosted window, so I heard almost every word. The wife didn't want to see some Civil War battlefield with her husband, and didn't care to spend any more time with the other wives, either. She said she would read in her room, but her husband thought that would look bad. That set the woman off on a harangue about appearances and living other people's lives, at the end of which she said that maybe she would get a massage. The husband thought she was joking, but she opened the door, said she was serious and told him that she'd see him at 5 to get ready for dinner. He protested to a closed door for a second, then walked away mumbling.

I tried to look like I hadn't heard a word, and smiled when the woman looked at me and asked if I could fit in a massage. She was a nice looking, conservatively-dressed brunette, probably in her late Thirties. 

"I've never had a massage in my life, but I think I need one right now."

"Well…" I responded, but that's the only word I got out.

"Please, I need a massage. I'll take any time."

She was pleading with me, and I saw her eyes water a little

"Okay. I can fit you in right now. May I ask your name?"

"Arlene M____________________. I'm with the Faith Bible Church group."

"Okay, Arlene. There's a robe in the dressing room. I'll prepare the table. Come out when you're ready."

I put a "No Entry" sign on the door and locked it. A minute later, Arlene called out, asking about the cost. I told her that Wednesday's were normally slow, and that we had a half-price special. Arlene practically bounded out of the dressing area, she was so happy to hear that news. She began chirping away in excitement, excused herself for babbling, for being nervous, and then asked if it was okay to leave her underwear on for modesty.

It was. I asked her to lie on the table face up and proceeded with a basic head, neck and scalp massage. Arlene enjoyed the touch and kept talking, perhaps out of nervousness. I heard more than I needed to about her dissatisfaction with the church, what a scandal it would cause if anyone knew a man had massaged her, general husband problems, etc. Eventually she wound down, talking less and less, but making more and more "Mmm" sounds. She was really enjoying it.

I took extra time with the head and neck massage, then began on Arlene's feet. She was extra sensitive there, and stretched a little or jumped each time I hit a pleasurable spot. I put a creme on my hands and continued, delighting in the sensations it was causing her. I rubbed each toe individually, each millimeter of flesh a dozen times. I had nothing to do and it was slow, slow, slow, so why not? I was liking this attractive and friendly woman, and the "Mmmm unnnh" sounds she was making were a turn-on. 

At the thirty minute mark I asked Arlene to turn and lie on her stomach so that I could do her back. 

"You'll have to take undo your bra and take off the robe, but I'll cover you with these towels. She sat up, turned away from me and reached behind her to unsnap her white brassiere, then lay down with her hands tightly at her sides. I pulled her robe down to cover the bottom half of her body, put a towel over the robe, then removed only the robe, leaving just a folded towel from the small of her back to the back of her knee. 

I began working on Arlene's back and neck. She loved every touch, and arched her back or made sounds of pleasure at the finish of each stroke. I worked up, down, back, across and repeated each move in reverse. She was especially receptive to my massage of the lower back area, and I palmed the area just above the band of her plain white panties in slow circles for a good five minutes. 

When finished with Arlene's back I began working her ankle and calf on the right leg. She jumped at my touch on several occasions, and continued making "Mmm-mmm" sounds and another one that sounded more like Umm-nnnhhh". It's hard to translate sounds into writing, but it translated easily into a hard-on for me. I spread her legs a little and worked each calf lovingly. When I moved on to the area behind her knees, she seemed ticklish. She didn't tell me to stop, though, so I continued. I pulled up the towel and gently spread Arlene's legs a little more to work on the area just above her knees. The skin was smooth and soft, with just a trace of veining. I noted the remnants of muscular development and definition, thinking that this would have been a very pretty leg ten or twenty years ago. It was still attractive now. Moving higher, I noted the minute lines, dimpling and fine hairs that give any leg character. When I was in my teens just the sight of this area of a woman's body would have made me hard. 

I worked higher still on the leg, noting how Arlene's hand clenched and unclenched. This was thigh and inner thigh, area not exposed to strangers, much less felt by them. I was feeling it, though, and Arlene had no apparent objections. She was breathing rather hard, though, which I took to be a good sign.

My hands were now under the towel and I circled Arlene's thigh with both hands and continued a circular motion. Arlene almost stopped breathing as the back of my fingers brushed against the cotton of her pantie crotch once, then twice before my hands descended and I began work on the other leg. I was trying to be professional, but I could now see white cotton pantie crotch and a spot of moisture dead center. It wasn't normal to touch a woman's labia when massaging her, but she didn't know it. She was just going along because she thought this was what the Rest Of The World was used to.

I began working on Arlene's left leg, taking my time. Each square inch of flesh got its due. It was hard not to rush, hard not to give a perfunctory massage to the lower leg, then begin working on the sensitive thigh, but I didn't. My reward was an extra, involuntary spread of the legs when I got above the knee. It was an unconscious move, but subliminally, I knew it meant Arlene was ready for more. I was not her lover, but her body didn't know it.

"I'm enjoying this so much. Why did I never get a massage before?" Arlene murmured. 

I didn't answer. I worked higher on the left leg, halfway between knee and rear. I peeked at Arlene's panties and noted the spot in the center of her pantie crotch had grown. She was definitely getting wet. I sniffed the air slowly, hoping for that beautiful scent of a woman, but it eluded me

What did not elude me was the sound of animal pleasure as my hands worked higher on the soft thigh before me. Each time I reached new heights, I heard a quick intake of breath and saw a tightening of the butt muscles. By the time I reached the softest portion of thigh--- where it meets the derriere---I was hearing what could only be called whimpers of pleasure. Arlene was in heat. She probably hadn't been teased and touched this way in years—if ever. I began a slow circular movement with my hands that once again brought the back of my index finger in touch with the crotch of this sweet and needy woman. She clenched her muscles as my hands went back and forth across the soft protrusion of her damp panties, pushing herself back daintily against the too-light pressure of my fingertips. It was only a movement of an inch at most, but she moved. Not only did she not mind my light and intimate massage, she wanted more! I smiled to myself and stopped.

I heard a loud sigh as I asked Arlene to turn back over and let me work on her chest area. I held a folded towel discreetly over her in order to cover her breasts, then began a gentle massage of her stomach, sides and the area above her breasts, working from one side of the table, then another. 

At this point, I regretfully informed Arlene that her hour was up, but that we could do a Two Hour "Swedish" or "Full French" if she wanted. She asked the time, then asked about the difference between the two. I explained that more oil was used in the "French" than the "Swedish", that more private portions of the body were worked on and both involved nudity. Arlene thought for a second.

"I'll probably never do this again. Might as well go for it all. My husband won't be back for hours."

The Full French then?

"Unless you think the Swedish is better."

"No. The French. By all means. You do unernatand the nudity and touching part. It's very intimate."

"Whatever others get is fine by me."

I smiled in agreement and began by applying a cool masque to Arlene's face and eyelids. Once her eyes were closed I removed the towel from her breasts and and began applying a warm crème from the warming drawer across her chest and breasts. She was a "B" or "C" cup and she had dark areola with small erect nipples. I took my time with the massage, being as professional as possible, working every area of the stomach and chest, but still taking a few extra moments or two to tease the nipples. I heard Arlene's moans grow louder and watched as she lifted herself slightly each time a nipple wedged between my moving fingers for a prolonged touch. She was hot! This was one aroused lady. What would her bible study group say if they could see her now!

I put a special soft paper over the chest area to protect the applied areas and asked Arlene turn over. Then I removed the towel covering her rear and feasted my eyes on the womanly ass in panties before me, the legbands creasing the fullness slightly where thigh met buttock, the overall roundness. And though I enjoy the sight of a woman's butt in panties, they had to come off.

"Lift please" I asked as I took the sides of Arlene's panties in my hand. She paused only briefly before lifting her midsection to allow me to slip her panties off. 

This was a moment to treasure. In one moment I could see two full labia partially covered by wet dark hair, a thin strand of secretion from her pussy clinging to the inside pantie crotch and two pale ass cheeks defined by the lines of her no-doubt modest bathing suit. What a treat!

I resumed my massage, beginning at the neck and moving slowly down. I applied the hot crème liberally, getting oohs and ahhs as I worked in the sweet scented lotion across the back and sides. This time as I reached the buttocks I did not stop. Each pale pink round cheek was liberally coated and massaged for 5 minutes. Arlene's star shaped anus was clearly visible at the end of a trail of small dark hairs that led to her glistening vagina. Each woman was different here, too. I had time to absorb the details as I lovingly stroked both cheeks, sometimes trailing a fingertip lightly across her sensitive anus innocently, just to see her clench her rear.

As I moved down, my hands brushed Arlene's labia, causing her to gasp and push into the table involuntarily. This was one more slice of heaven, and Arlene twitched as I massaged near her outer labia en route South. I would come back to that area, but in good time.

The thighs, sweet as they are, couldn't hold my interest long, but it was a mistake to give them short shrift, and the longer I took, the sweeter the ultimate release----if there was to be one. 

Thighs, knees, and right calf were each massaged, then finally the ankle and foot again, with extra crème being allocated to the sole, toes and ankle. When this was done, I pulled out the stirrups at the bottom of the table and gently asked Arlene to turn, scoot down and place her feet in the stirrups of our deluxe table. She did as I asked, murmuring "I had no idea".

I smiled and continued my massage on the left foot and began working up. I confess to doing mediocre work, for as soon as Arlene settled back down on the table, I fixed my eyes on her dark pubic hair and the pink and womanly lips that divided it. I worked the calf in a fog and gave scant attention to the knee as I closed in on the prize pussy before me. The soft thigh got a little more attention as I slowed my pace. I could clearly smell Arlene's sweet pussy now, and I could see a thin trail of liquid from her vagina down towards her puckered anus. Pulling over the stool, I spun it to give me a little extra height and began the most pleasurable part of my work. Each hand now massaged a side of the vagina before me, caressing closer and closer to the swolen labia, the two engorged sentinels to the lighter pink folds of her insides. Arlene jerked as my thumbs pulled her labia apart, revealing her moist and delicate inner lips. I began a massaging action with the index fingers and thumbs of each hand that trapped the pearl-like clitoris, and sensed an orgasm was near. Mere seconds later, Arlene, conservatively dressed Arlene, a woman who probably never swore, a woman who rarely wore shorts and was never seen in a bathing suit outside a close circle of friends; who probably sat in the front of her church on Sundays, was coming. Her vagina gaped wetly open before me and she began a quick humping motion accompanied by a muffled scream of pleasure as I delicately massaged her clitoral fold with my fingers. Her orgasm lasted at least twenty seconds, and she came up off the table before settling back down. I rested my fingers and thumbs for a minute and patted her gushing vagina with a cloth, then resumed a massage of her inner thighs and pussy. The area was all wet now, but that made it easier almost, and before long an amazed Arlene was building towards a second orgasm as I once again teased the area around her clitoris gently, closing in on the little wet bud with a tickling motion of my fingertips. Arlene arched her back and raised that dark hairy pubic mound off the table in a series of sweet huffing, puffing unnh…..unnnh…..ununhh noises and she came again, trembling, with a loud Ohh---aahhhh—UNNNNHHHH!

There was time for a brief rest, and I used that time to caress the legs extending before me. Hands reached out to caress my hair, and sweet words of thanks filled my ears. I kissed a thigh without thinking, and felt Arlene jump. There was more passion in her, apparently. I kissed the other thigh, and got a similar reaction. I kissed higher up on the leg, close to that sweet pussy, and saw a smiling Arlene raise her head and look at me pleadingly. I kissed once more very slowly, her eyes meeting mine, this time in the wet hair right next to those sweet lips. A smile and pressure on the back of my head told me everything: Please kiss me again…It's okay if you kiss my pussy!

The mmmm's and the unnnnhhhss started all over as I began to lick and suck her tender labia, lingering over the sweetest and most delicate parts, before teasing her shiny clitoris with my tongue. It was a thrill to watch her raise yet again to meet my oral caresses, to know the passion that she was feeling. Rising had the effect of exposing her anus to me once again, so I gripped one ass cheek with my hand and caressed that star-shaped spot lightly with one thumb. Either my tongue or my thumb was having the desired effect, for I heard the loudest moans yet and Arlene started bucking in her stirrups. Thinking the end might be near, I pushed my thumb lightly into Arlene's anus, and began sucking on her clitoris in earnest. That did it. Arlenes legs came out of the stirrups and locked around my head tightly. She wanted to lock me to her pussy, to fasten my lips to her sex. 

Whatever sensations she was feeling now grew to overwhelming proportions as she began bucking and jumping for what seemed like thirty seconds. I tried to hold her down, to breathe and simultaneously suck her clitoris, a difficult task, but I succeeded. Her breath came in gasps between another series of unnhhhhs and ohhhhhs and I could feel spasms rip through her via my slightly inserted thumb in her rear. Gradually her body lowered back to earth and the massage table.

I didn't know what the right thing to say at that moment was, so I said nothing and continued to lick and very lightly kiss the area around the shiny wet vagina before me. In time Arlene began speaking in whispers, telling me that what happened was the most intense hour in her life. I smiled, kissed her hand and said "For me, too."

Arlene rested another minute or so, then I spent a few minutes cleaning her. That done, she rose, put on her robe, gave me a hug and changed. I got another hug after she changed, then off she went to her room, but not before giving me a hundred dollar bill and a kiss—on the cheek, which was ironic. Now a hundred dollars may not seem like a lot of money, but it was to me. After all, I was just an older looking college kid with a summer job in the resort's laundry department, whose duties included stocking the Spa with towels!



First Massage Parlor Visit



This is my first submission, so be easy on me. I’m no English major, but have enjoyed this site for many years and decided to contribute some of my real life sexual experiences, well at least the real memorial ones. I welcome advice and want to thank all of you people who have given me many great stories to read.

About ten years ago in a small town in Maine, I was sitting at home watching the news when a story came on about a massage parlor in one of the near by cities that had gotten into some trouble. Apparently a wife of a patron of the parlor had found out that he had been going there and when confronted he caved and told her the whole story of how he would go there and receive a massage and a hand job and be on his way. Well apparently this didn’t settle to well with momma and she got in contact with the local authorities and they began an investigation, resulting in a lot of litigation with no hard evidence to do anything with other than makes a few lives a little more difficult.

Although I found the story amusing and got a good laugh out of it all, it also spurred my thoughts. I began wondering what this was all about. I had always found hand jobs very exciting for some unknown reason. I guess we all have our things, but I began wondering how much, how long, what the girls looked like, and the basic how to go about this. I remembered the name of the place and looked it up in the phone book and found it right away. I can still remember the butterflies in my stomach when I began dialing the number. When a lady answered I asked how much a session was. She told me that it was twenty-five dollars for a half hour and forty dollars for an hour. I asked if there were any other cost and she told me that tipping was encouraged and I asked what the typical range was and she told me that the usual ran between twenty and eighty dollars depending on the arrangement. I didn’t press the question about what arrangements could be made, I didn’t want her to think that I was a cop, reporter, or angry citizen. She asked if I would like an appointment and I said yes and scheduled one for that day after I got out of work. 

After what seemed to be a longer day than normal, I left work and headed for the parlor. I arrived and the butterflies began fluttering in my stomach. For some reason this feeling stuck with me every time I visited a massage parlor. After parking I walked over to the stairs and walked down to where the sign lead me. I opened the door and walked in to find a very nice setting. A few couches and a fish tank decorated the room. The lighting was dimmed slightly, but certainly enough to see everything real well. I saw two women sitting on separate couches. Both were young and very pretty. I approached the desk and gave her my name, paid, and she asked me who I would like to be with and she said each name while pointing to each of them. Of course not knowing a damn thing about who to pick and what to expect from the whole situation let alone what to expect from either woman, I chose what I thought to be the prettiest one there, imagine that. 

She got up and asked me to follow her with a big smile. We walked into a side room and she introduced herself again and asked what I wanted. I had no idea and it must have shown because she asked if this was my first time. I said yes and she asked how I had heard about the place and I told her I saw the story on the news and wanted to see what it was all about. She seemed to accept that and asked if I was a cop and when I said no she asked me to touch one of her tits. My first thought was “this is a good beginning”. I did as she asked without any hesitation and she began telling me that a clothed massage was twenty, topless was forty, full nude was sixty, and a reverse rub down was eighty. Still now knowing I asked if a happy ending was included in all the prices. She said yes, but as the option got higher so did the happiness. Still not knowing and only speculating I opted for the nude massage. She the asked me to disrobe make myself comfortable and she left the room.

I don’t think I ever stripped faster than that day. I was naked and sitting on the table with a hard on that a cat couldn’t scratch when she walked back in. She smiled when she walked in and came toward me. She than stood in front of me started taking off her clothes off. I watched her strip and some how I got harder. I have to stop and say that this is a true story and truth be known, I’m what I would call average, about seven inches. 

After she was naked she got up close to me and began some small talk while sliding her hands on my arms and legs working her way down to my cock, which she gave a few strokes. She then asked me to lie down on my stomach. After laying down she began massage my back, legs, and ass. She worked her way down my lags and then to me feet. I was really enjoying the massage and began really relaxing. My butterflies had gone away and my hard on began going down some, just from the wonderful massage she was giving me. It was actually a body rub, but it really felt wonderful. 

After she worked on my back and legs she came around so that she was standing in front of my head working on my back and neck from that angle. I looked ahead of me and I was looking at her fully shaved pussy. That’s when it turned sexual as she was making it real sexual now. She rubbed slower and more sensual. Sliding her hand real slow up and down my back. Again, not knowing I asked if touching was allowed. She said yes and that I could touch her where ever I wanted to. I reached out with both hands and rubbed her ass, which was firm, and her skin felt so soft. I began rubbing up and down her legs and back up to rubbing her ass. By now my cock was hard again and struggling to get out from beneath me. She then asked me if I wanted to roll over, without any thought I rolled over exposing my hard cock. She smiled and asked if I liked the massage so far. I smiled and said that it was more than I expected. She said just wait it gets better from here on out. 

She came around to my side and began working on my legs. I could have cared less about my legs as it took her out of my reach and I couldn’t get a hold of those great looking tits. She worked her way up to my cock grazing my balls making my cock jump in anticipation. She the worked on my chest, now she was back in reach and I began feeling her ass again and reached over with my other hand and began playing with her nipples. They began getting hard and I wanted to suck them real bad. She must have known what I wanted because she lowered her tit to my mouth and I started sucking her nipples moving back and forth from one to the other. She now had one hand under my head holding it up to her tits and her other hand was rubbing my balls and playing with my hard cock. Things were beginning to heat up quite a bit as I switched from tit to tit. I’m not sure if it was just part of it all, but she seemed to be enjoying herself letting out a few moans, I know I sure was. She reached down and put some more lotion on her hand and began slowly rubbing my cock. I laid back and was rubbing her ass and working my hand in between her legs from behind. She parted her legs slightly allowing me more access to her bald pussy. She would look at me and smile and ask if she was doing everything right. Let’s see I have a pretty lady naked in front of me who is stroking my hard cock while I play with her bald pussy, hell ya everything was OK. 

I was fingering her pussy when she began really working my cock. She started talking some dirty talk to me, which did wonders for the effect. 

You like me stroking you cock?

Yes I love it.

You like my shaved pussy?

I love bald pussies.

Keep fingering me, it feels good. Add another finger. You have a nice cock.

Thanks, you have a great body.

Thanks. Just let me know hen your getting ready to cum.

It won’t be long, I’m beginning to feel it.

Come on baby, cum for me shoot that load for me. Finger my pussy while I stroke your hard cock. Come one honey, shoot that load.

I’m going to cum.

Yes baby, shoot it, shoot it real good, 

I started cumming. I hadn’t been laid for about a week and hadn’t jerked off for about three days so I had a healthy load stocked up. I started shooting and she was trying to angle it up on me, which she did for the most part. My first shot landed just under my chin and the second shot landed on her left tit, which she giggled at. I shot about six ropes and began coming down from it all. She slowed her pace down and was gently stroking my cock and smiling at me. 

I laid back and she cleaned me up. She picked up while I got dressed and she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She asked if I was coming back and I couldn’t help but smile and say oh hell ya. She smiled and showed me to the door and I walked out with all the days stress wiped away. I knew that there was nothing that was going to keep me away.



First Master



The guard opened the cell letting the Mistress of Training in. The Mistress was a mature yet beautiful woman, who was wearing a lovely and revealing evening gown. Her hair was bound in a braid running almost to the floor.

She turned to the guard and asked, "No one's tried to train her?"

"No, Mistress," The guard replied.

"No one's entered her cell?"

"No, Mistress."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good!" She turned to look at the naked girl cowering in the far corner of the cell and smiled. For most women, this would be a warm smile, but for her, any smile would look wicked.

"I don't know why he would want an untrained virgin, but since he is paying handsomely, I won't complain." She flashed the new slave another smile, making the girl cringe even further.

The Mistress then turned back to the guard. "Get her ready, usual outfit. And make sure no one lays a hand on her! Last thing I need is a grumpy customer."

"Yes, Mistress!" With that the guard hurried off to carry out the order.

The Mistress then kneeled in front of the girl, cupped her cheeks, and turned her face to meet her own. "It's a pity, though. I would've enjoyed training you."

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She was escorted down the hallways by the guard to the room of her destination. The long brown cloak she had covered everything but her face, so the other guests didn't get any ideas. Eventually, they reached the room where her new master was waiting. The guard knocked on the door and awaited an answer.

"Yes?" A man's voice was heard through the door.

"I'm here to deliver your purchase, sir," the guard replied.

To the girl's surprise, the door opened revealing a handsome, tall, young man. He was a full half of a foot taller than her. "Oh good! Let her in and then you may leave."

The girl walked nervously into the room and the guard slowly closed the door, leaving her alone with this man. It was a luxurious looking apartment, with a large bed and fireplace. A couple of chairs dotted the area and the carpet was plush and soft.

His voice brought back from her awe. "All right, let's see what you got." His eyes had a hard look to them, as if he meant business.

She looked at him confused, not knowing what to do.

"Your robe! Take it off! Let's see what you look like."

She nervously and reluctantly let the cloak fall to the floor revealing her in a simple cotton shift that barely covered her hips. Her slender and smooth legs were completely bare as well as her feet. Scared of what might happen next, she crossed her legs and tried to cover herself as best she can, unable to look at her new master.

He studied her over, clearly amused at her attempt at modesty. After a moment, he walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear, "You're really cute, you know that?"

Despite how warm he felt to her, she couldn't help but yelp and cringe away from him. She was so scared; it was all she could do to keep herself from crying.

"I'm being serious. I really think you're cute. There is no reason to be afraid of me. As long as you obey me, I will make sure you will come to no harm." His words had their intended effect as she partially regained her composure. He gently lowered her arms to her sides and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm not like most other masters, I won't strap you to any machines, and I won't punish you for the sake of doing so." His soothing words suddenly took a hard edge, "But I expect obedience and submission from you, understood?"

She slowly turned to look at his lovely face and almost got lost in his eyes, but she reluctantly nodded.

The edge never left his voice. "When I ask you a question, you say 'Yes, Master,' or 'No, Master.' Understood?"

"Y-y-yes, M-m-master," she slowly stammered out as she quickly came back to the reality of the situation.

A smile came across his lips. "Good! Now, for starters, let's see you take off that shift." He let go of her and stood at her side to watch...

She fearfully lowered her eyes to the floor and started wringing the lower part of the shift, unknowingly letting her white panties show.

After a few seconds reached out and gave her a swat on her butt. "Do it!" He commanded.

She let out a yelp and slowly and reluctantly pulled it up and over her head. She then dropped the shift to the floor and quickly covered her tiny breasts with her arms, feeling a chill come across her body.

He returned behind her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. This time she didn't cringe so much, recognizing more and more how warm his hands felt. She let him coax arms back to her sides, feeling the goose bumps on her nipples form.

He reached around her arms and started running his hands over her chest. "You're breasts are rather small, but I love the way your nipples stand out," he told her as he started to gently roll her nipples between his fingers, and started to plant soft kisses on her shoulders

She fought the urge to struggle as he violated her in this way, but as he continued, she started to feel somehow pleasured at his amazing tenderness. But before she could fully relax, he knelt down and grabbed hold of her panties. She gave another yelp and tried to block him.

"Let go..." he warned. "Let go, or else."

Hearing the menace in his voice, she let go and brought her arms over her breasts again, nearly crying. She shut her eyes tight, fearing what he might do to her if she continued to fight him.

Unheeding of her reaction, he lowered her panties to the floor and told her to step out, which she reluctantly did. "Go sit on the bed. I got some catching up to do," he instructed. She quickly sat down, relieved for all the standing. On the bed she quickly crossed her legs and tried to cover up as best she could with her arms.

She nervously watched as he started to undress himself. He wasn't very muscular but he seemed fit. Her nervousness nearly turned to fear and then awe when he finished. She had seen her father's penis accidentally once, but this one was quite a bit bigger than his! He bent back down and picked up the robe and "clothes" she wore, then turned around, and to her great shock, threw them into the fireplace. 

"You won't need those anymore," he told her as he walked toward her. He stopped right in front of her, with his cock just dangling below her chin. At first she seemed hypnotized by it, but quickly came to and looked away blushing.

He let out a slight chuckle. "It's ok, stare at it. You're going to get really acquainted with it in a moment." She gave him a bewildered look for a moment, and then he commanded, "Kneel on the floor."

She quickly got on the floor and pressed herself against the side of the bed, still trying to cover herself. He sat himself on the bed next to her with his legs wide open. "It's time for your first lesson. Before anything else, you must learn to pleasure me. Come around between my legs."

She slowly and cautiously crawled around his leg and sat on her knees in front of him, keeping her distance from his cock and still not letting her private areas be seen.

"In order to please me, you're going to have to stop covering yourself like that. Lower your hands from your breasts. I've already seen and touched them anyway, right?" His last sentence made sense, and she let her arms slowly to her sides.

"Now come closer, come right up between my legs." She obeyed, but tried to keep as much distance between her and his hanging manhood.

"Hehe, is my cock making you scared?" He grinned at her reluctance to be near his member. "Your first task is to touch it. Just reach out and touch it, understand?" Her eyes filled with panic as she looked back and forth from his face to his penis.

He finally grew impatient at her reluctance and reached to her nipple and twisted it hard. "I said touch it!" She gave a cry in pain and covered her nipple. Chastised, she reluctantly reached out and touched a finger on his cock and quickly pulls away. After a few more seconds she again reached out and softly lays her hand on it, this time keeping it there.

"Good girl. Now take it in your hand. There you go... feel how warm it is?"

"Yes... Master..." she timidly replied, still wanting to let go of it.

"You're doing good. It won't bite you or hurt you in any way. Now start stroking it." She felt her curiosity build as she follows his command. To her amazement it started to grow and harden in her hand. She had never seen this happen before! It seemed both dirty, yet somehow fun. She kept stroking it watching raptly at the change in it.

She was drawn back to his face by the groan he let out. She looked up and saw the ecstasy in his face. Soon he regained his composure and stopped her hand. "You learn quickly," he said with a big smile on his face. "Now for the next part: kiss it."

Again, uncertainty reared its ugly head. Touching was ok, but kissing it?? There was no way she could do that! No way! She doubted she could fit it in her mouth even!

Again he lost his patience and gave her other nipple a sharp twist. This time, as she cried out, he grabbed her head and forced it down, shoving the head of his cock into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but his arms were just too strong. A feeling of helplessness washed over her as his cock kept her mouth wide open, and she couldn't help but start crying. Tears started running down her cheeks as she sobbed around his manhood.

"Cry all you want, but you're going to suck my dick. I told you not to disobey me. If had just done what I said, when I said it, I wouldn't be forcing this on you. Now you have a choice. Either cooperate fully, or the punishments begin, understand?"

The crying stopped and she slowly nodded her head.

He started gently stroking her hair and smiles. "Good girl, now bob your head up and down my cock. Take in as much as you dare without gagging, ok?"

Guided by his hand she complied, moving her lips up and down his shaft, but didn't go more then an inch below the head. She was careful not to let her teeth graze his skin. As she continued, she picked up his scent in her nostrils and his taste on her tongue. A strange sensation entered her lower body. She quickly realized she liked what she's doing! She liked his cock in her mouth! She got more and more enthusiastic in sucking him.

"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeesssssss...." he moaned. "You're a natural at this! I'm definitely keeping you around!"

After a few minutes, he gently grabbed her hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Wow! I don't wanna come, just yet. I got other lessons for you. Sit on the bed."

Her eagerness was starting to show through as she did what she was told, almost hopping onto the bed.

"My, getting into this, are we?" he asks with great amusement.

She looked away from him, unable to say a word. It was true that she was aroused by this, but she didn't want to admit it.

He went on. "Spread your legs. I haven't properly seen your pussy, yet"

Again she blushed as she shyly opens herself to him. Her pussy lips could clearly be seen with a few thin wisps of brown hair above it. He noticed how it glistened. Clearly she was turned on. "Oh nice... that is so.... nice!" he exclaims.

Hearing his words, her face turns an even deeper shade of red. She may have been turned on, but she was still nervous.

It was his turn to kneel between her legs. "It's time for a quick reward, then your next lesson." He said, and then lowered his head to plant a kiss on her lower lips.

Now the feeling in her loins spread throughout her body. It was the greatest thing she ever experienced! First his kisses, then his tongue as he licked up and down her slit. Instinctively, she gripped the sheets of the bed tight, enjoying every moment.

After about a minute he kissed his way up her body and sucked on her nipples, sending more waves of pleasure through her. But this attention didn't last long.

Soon after, he stood up and reached for his cock and positioned it near her still virgin pussy. "It's time for lesson number two. This is what a cock and a pussy were meant to do." Again she was nervous, but this time it was joined by excitement and desire. "Are you ready?"

She nodded nervously, not sure of how this was going to work. No man had ever done this to her before, and scared her.

With that, he nudged the tip into her. At first she felt a sharp pain and cried out in response. "Please, Master, stop! It hurts!" she cried, but he ignored her pleas. After a few more thrusts, he finally broke through.

She screamed at the stinging pain. It felt like she was being torn apart! He waited a minute for her to calm down with his cock now buried to the root.

"You have a very tight pussy. I can feel it squeezing my cock." He flexes himself inside of her. "You feel that?"

"Y-yes, Master..." She whimpered.

"Good. I'm going to fuck you, now. The pain will eventually go away, so don't worry. Just relax and you will enjoy."

He began pulling his cock out to the head then thrusting all the way back in, slowly at first, but picking up in pace. True to his word, the pain went away and the strange feeling in her loins came back stronger than before. Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips as the feeling grew even greater,

She could no longer hold her silence. "Oh Master! I love this! Please keep fucking me!" It wasn't long after that the feeling burst inside of her. Her pussy contracted involuntarily around her master's cock as it continued to penetrate her. Her voice grew ragged as she cried out in utter ecstasy. Finally, to the surprise of both, her pussy gushed out all over him and the sheets they were on.

After a minute of this she fell exhausted, happy for this to happen. Still, she was a slave, and she knew this.

True to that thought, he wasn't finished, yet. "Now it's time for the final lesson. After this, your basic training will be complete."

She kept breathing heavily, but nodded her head.

"Good!" he said, then extracted himself from her and started stroking himself, keeping his cock hard. "Turn over, and get your knees under you." She tiredly complies. "Now raise your ass in the air". Again, she tiredly complied.

He spread her cheeks apart, revealing her puckered brown hole. He placed the tip of one finger in and probed around, trying to open it up.

It was then she realized what he was going to do. Lust was quickly replaced by fear as she nearly panicked. "Please, Master! Please don't!!"

"Be quiet!" he barked at her, and gave her a sharp spank. "Your only purpose is to please me, remember?"

The feeling of helplessness nearly overwhelmed her again as tears welled up in her eyes.

"If you relax, it will go smoothly; resist and it will hurt no end. Either way, I'm fucking your ass, got it?!"

"Yes, Master..." She couldn't stop her sobbing as he readied his penis for entry.

"Now, relax yourself and let me in." He placed the tip of his cock on her asshole and pushed himself in.

The pain was excruciating! His cock was going to rip her in half and leave her dead! Her ass involuntarily tried to push the foreign object out, but it wouldn't budge.

He made another sharp spank. "Relax!" She yelped and forced herself to comply.

"It huuurrrrrts! Master, please!"

Again he ignored her pleas and slowly pushed about half of his cock in. From there, he started to fuck her again, this time barely moving, feeling her contract around him.

"Ohhhhh... your ass... You're asshole's so tight! I love it!"

He continued to fuck her, still going slowly, but gradually increasing the distance he moved with each thrust. Although the pain continued, a dark perverse pleasure started to bloom inside of her.

Before she could fully realize that feeling, however, her master grunted heavily and stopped moving. She could feel his cock shoot something into her. He had come.

He extracted his now limp penis from her aching asshole and then tiredly opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a collar. He wrapped it snuggly around her neck and he lay her down on her side. He came in behind her and held her close to him, fondling her meager breasts.

"Now that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he whispered in her ear.

"No, Master"

"Good girl. This collar says you belong to me, now. I own you, body and soul. From now on, you will wear nothing but this collar. You are not to remove this collar, except to bathe. 

"You will wait on my every whim. You will fuck where I want, when I want, and who I want Obey me in all my commands, and I will honor your body. Disobey and I will punish it. But judging by your performance, punishments should be few and far between."

"Thank you, Master"

"Now let's sleep. We have a long time to get it all right."

With that, gave her breasts one last squeeze and kissed her neck, then closed his eyes for the night. She followed soon after, unsure of what the future might bring.