1 comments/ 158581 views/ 1 favorites Erotic Massage By: Murrayd53 Back in about 1990, I had the opportunity to travel on business from Toronto to Montreal (Canada) for a system implementation that would take about 1 week. I am not really sure what prompted me to want to subscribe to a full body massage, but I did. Maybe it was because I was reading one of those weekly "artsy" type newspapers with the personnel ads in the back and the massage caught my eye. Whatever the reason I mulled it over for several days. Finally on the Thursday I summoned the courage to make a phone call to Chris who was offering a full body erotic massage. I got an answering machine, left my message, name and room number and then waited for a response. Within about 30 minutes later Chris called me back and we chatted briefly on the phone. Chris was available that evening so I invited him over. Now some would say that that was dangerous, what if he was an axe murderer but I had thrown caution to the wind, plus it was in a hotel so I did not consider it to be too much of a problem. Chris arrived within the hour, carrying a large brief case. I invited him into my room and looked inquisitively at the case. He opened it and pulled out a large portable stereo system. He explained that doormen and hotel personnel don't look to kindly to people coming in with these types of systems, so he disguises it to make it look more professional. We talked as he set the stereo up. He explained that he likes to play background music, to set the mood and he could not always count on hotels to have suitable systems. That being done I asked what he wanted me to do. He asked me to strip down and lay on the towel that he had placed on the bed. He asked if I would mind if he removed his clothes also. I said that I did not mind. I knew, or at least hoped where this was going to lead. For whatever reason he left his underwear on. I lay down and he got to work. During the course of the massage I thought he was using oil but as it turned out later he was using baby powder. He said it still allowed the hands to move over the body easily but would not stain if it got on any clothes or other materials. Chris started on my back and worked his way up to my neck, did my head and then started down my arms. For my first arm, he sat on the side of the bed and placed my arm and hand across his legs. As he worked my arm my hand came in contact with his underwear and of course his balls and cock. I presumed that this was done purposefully, but as this was very new to me I did not make any real moves. My hand did twist and turn so that at times it was lying against his crotch area. From my arm he then moved to my backside and then my legs. Let me say at this point that if nothing had happened that the massage alone was worth it. He gradually worked my legs apart as he did each separately. Working his way down them to my feet then back up again. There was no rush on Chris's part. Everything was done slowly and deliberately. My other arm was next and this time he had to get on the bed (queen size) and performed a similar massage to the first. I believe that I had an opportunity to flex my hand and cup his balls and cock this time. After completing my arm, he once again went back to my legs and then asked me to roll over. I had developed a rather large erection some time ago. From here he began at my head and worked his way down. Once again it was slow and deliberate. He worked my shoulders, chest, stomach, hips and crotch, and down each leg working every part of them. When he got to my feet he asked me to slide down the bed so that my legs, from my knees hung over the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and began to work my legs again, first putting my foot on his shoulder and working up to my thighs and then my cock. He then took my cock in his mouth and began a slow massage and suck. What an incredible feeling! Eventually there was no holding back and I shot copious quantities of cum into his mouth. He drank it all down. As my erection began to subside, Chris climbed up on the bed and stretched out beside me, leaning on his arm as he caressed my head and chest and crotch. Once again I had an opportunity to feel him through his shorts although nothing really happened on my part. We quietly talked and before long I was once again sporting a large erection. Chris moved down between my legs and began sucking until I came a second time in his mouth. We continued to caress and cuddle and he said he could do this all night. I thought about it but indicated that I had meetings in the morning. I was also a bit nervous and as this was my first time with another man I did not really know what might happen if he stayed longer. Chris cleaned up, thanked me and left a little later. I have not been back to Montreal and therefore have not had contact with him since, although reliving those moments makes me want to again. This time maybe he would be completely undressed and he stayed longer. Erotic Massage My wife is a fairly proper Southern lady who has a very sexy side that she does not release very often. I was able to convince her to do MMF threesome a few years ago and she responded incredibly by climaxing about 30 times between her two lovers. However, there was only the one occasion and while we have talked about some fantasies over the years, we have had no more actual fantasy sessions. Don't get me wrong. Our sex life is wonderful and we do engage in some fantasy talk from time to time. One recurring fantasy is the one involving an erotic massage. I recently met a fellow online who claimed to be an amateur massage person, although he is not a registered massage therapist. We communicated via email and then phone and I finally arranged a personal meeting. His name is Phil. After spending an hour with him and learning more about him personally, I approached my wife about getting together. My wife is 5'4" tall and weighs about 120 pounds. She has a petite frame which supports her 38 D breasts, a slim waist and slender but very shapely legs. She has dark hair and eyes and perpetually tanned skin due to her Native American roots. Her skin is always tan and smooth and during the summer months she is very brown. She has been under a lot of work related stress lately so I approached her about an erotic massage. Knowing what a voyeur I am she was immediately suspicious but was intrigued and interested. We discussed the possibilities over a period of about three weeks and finally I told her that I had booked an appointment with Phil. We booked the appointment for late Friday afternoon and Phil arrived right on time. I had my wife dressed in a robe and told her she would have to be totally naked for the massage. She told me she did not want to meet Phil because she wanted the massage to be more like one she is used to receiving at the spa. In other words, strip off the clothes, lie down on the table and get a massage. While a bit impersonal, it seemed to work for her and she wanted this to be the same. We all agreed. Phil is 6' 5" tall and fit and trim. He is married with two kids and works in sales. Massage therapy is something he enjoys doing and sometimes he has sex with his clients and sometimes he simply gives them a good massage. All of his clients are women and in most cases the husband is present for the massage. My wife remained in her office while I helped Phil set up the massage table, light the candles, turn on the music and get the sheets on the table warmed up. His table is heated but it takes a few minutes to warm up the sheets. I closed the drapes and made the room dark and cozy and of course, I had my camera nearby. Once the room was ready Phil excused himself and went into another room. I escorted my wife to the bedroom and helped her out of her robe and on to the table. Once on the table I stripped her of her tiny little panties. Now naked she slipped under the sheets face down. It was time for Phil to reappear. I called for Phil and he came in to the room and introduced himself to my wife who was not only face down on the table but had a blindfold on. The music played softly as the table top waterfall splashed in the background. Phil went to work dressed in a pair of nylon shorts and a tee shirt. He had all the tools of the trade including a belt which held the oil bottle and plenty of towels. He also had a set of smooth rocks which were kept warm in a small bin of heated water. Phil started with my wife's neck and shoulders, a place where she carries a lot of tension. He worked his way down her back to the top of her cute little butt. As he massaged her arms he placed her hand on his crotch while moving up and down her arm. Clearly he was aroused and she laid there with her hand on his cock almost as if she did not notice. Once he switched arms he put her hand in the same place on the other side and she slowly started rubbing his cock with her hand. His erection pushed through the shorts and she tried to wrap her hands around his cock very subtlety. She moved her hand slowly trying to make it look like incidental contact but it was clear that she knew what she was doing. He massaged her butt for a while and caressed her anus more than once but he did not linger. He then moved the towel on to her back and went to work on her legs. He started with her feet and moved up her legs one at a time until he was at her inner thigh. He worked very hard on her hamstring area and I watched him graze her pussy with his fingers as he was working high on her legs, first one, and then the other. She seemed to grind a bit on the table, still face down. However, I could tell that he was getting to her as I noticed her moving her butt and grinding her pelvis into the table. Phil told her it was time to turn over and she did so discretely under the sheet. Still blindfolded she was now facing up with her impressive breasts pushing the sheet up in a very sexy manner. Phil was obviously impressed as his erection did not subside. He again worked on her neck and shoulders before moving the sheet down to her stomach revealing her naked breasts. He commented softly to her that she had beautiful breasts and then he went to work on massaging them very softly and erotically. He spent several minutes on her breasts before moving down to her stomach. Phil stood beside her and placed his cock right next to her hand so she could decide for herself what to do next. He moved down her body to her stomach and lower abdomen and carefully moved his fingers along the top of her labia and clitoris. He did not linger so that this was not an overt sexual gesture. He acted very professionally and only grazed her little nub while he was working on the rest of her body. However, she did coil her hand around his cock and moved it up and down while he was working on her abdomen. He lingered momentarily on her clitoris as she massaged his cock. He finally moved the sheet back up over her breasts and removed first one leg, then the other. Again he started with her feet and worked his way up to her inner thigh. As he reached the top of her thighs he grazed her labia lightly with his fingers. Clearly this was having an impact on my wife who was squirming on the table. Finally Phil moved his hand to cover her entire pubic area. She seemed to relax when he did this although he made no attempt to stimulate her just yet. After resting his hand on her pubis and vagina for almost two minutes he slowly moved his finger to her clitoris. He started slowly and stimulated her clit for several seconds. She quickly had her first orgasm and while she tried to restrain herself, it was clear that the build up to this moment had produced a giant orgasm. I knew it was the first of many as she is multi-orgasmic. Phil kept his finger on her clit and pushed her to another climax before inserting his middle finger into her pussy. He moved slowly and she opened her legs to his touch. He pushed his finger into her as far as it would go and then began to move it in and out very slowly and erotically. She responded by pushing back on this finger and raising her butt off the massage table. She was now fully engaged in the erotic moment and there was no turning back now. I kept on clicking away with my camera. Phil brought her to another very noisy climax as she was writhing in the table. She spread her legs wider now, inviting him in. Phil took the cue and pulled her farther down the table. He then moved his mouth to her pussy and licked it slowly. She loves oral sex and can never seem to get enough. He started licking her slowly at first and then more aggressively. The more he licked, the more she moved her butt telling him by her movements that she was loving what he was doing. Soon she came again for the fourth time in just a few minutes and she was just getting started. Phil stuck his tongue deep inside her and tongue fucked her for a few minutes. Soon he was rewarded again as she came very wetly on his mouth. He backed off for only a moment before inserting a finger in her again while nibbling her clitoris. She came again as he withdrew his fingers and stuck them in her mouth. She loves to taste herself, especially after a huge climax and she sucked his fingers getting as much of her pussy taste as possible off his fingers. It was time for more and Phil sensed it as he pulled her to the edge of the massage table. He lifted her legs up on his shoulders as he dropped his shorts to the floor. His erection was standing straight out and was just under 8 inches and very thick. He held her legs up and stood looking down at her beautiful pussy with his cock poised to penetrate her deeply. I could not pass on the opportunity to take a photo of this erotic moment and snapped the picture as he stuck the head of his cock into her very slowly. Clearly he was savoring the moment. He pushed into her slowly but by this time she was so aroused that she wanted it all and she wanted it right then. My wife is normally not very vocal but she told Phil she needed to be fucked and please stick it all in and right now. Phil obliged by pushing his impressive cock all the way into her wet pussy with one deep thrust. He withdrew slowly again before ramming it in all the way to his pubic hair. My wife was writhing on the table raising her ass off the table to meet his thrusts. Once she gets started she is unbelievable and I knew the pleasure she was giving Phil. They fucked like that for a few minutes as I put down the camera and moved to massage her breasts while Phil was fucking her like crazy. She climaxed again and again on his cock while I massaged her breasts and kissed her. I also insured another climax by massaging her clitoris while Phil fucked her vigorously. After another climax I suggested that we move to the bed. Phil actually picked her up while she was still impaled on his cock and moved to the bed. He laid her gently on the edge of the bed and I suggested that she turn over on all fours. I have always wanted to lick her clit while someone else fucked her and I was about to get my wish, watching her up close while getting royally fucked. She settled down on top of me and reached for my cock. I told her not to worry about me as this was all about her. She laid her head on my cock as I took position under her pussy, which was very wet and musky. I started licking her clit as Phil moved to the bed and inserted his cock in her very wet pussy. It was thrilling to see her getting fucked with his cock just a short distance away from me. She must have climaxed at least 4 more times in this position. Finally, Phil pulled away and left me licking her very hot and wet pussy. I moved from my position and pulled my shorts off as I positioned her on top of my cock. I inserted my cock into her vagina as she moved slowly on top of me. Her breasts were mashed against my chest as I kissed her sweetly. We both knew what was next because we had talked about double penetration many times. Phil put a small amount of oil on his cock and slid between her legs. He pushed the head of his cock in very gently while she adjusted to his girth. Phil had clearly done this before as he was very slow and gentle in the process. Once the head was in he moved slowly to insert himself fully into her anal cavity. He pushed all the way in slowly and I could feel his cock pushing against mine. I whispered in her ear and asked if she felt okay. She whimpered a weak yes and began to move on our two cocks. Phil began a slow rhythm in and out as I basically laid still and let the two of them establish a pace they were comfortable with. The feeling was exquisite and she moaned loudly as the pace quickened. It took her less than a minute to climax on the two cocks. She slowed the pace and we waited for her to recover. It did not take along as she started moving again and Phil took the cue and started pumping her ass. He smacked her butt cheeks lightly on each side and she seemed to find a new pace. She rode me hard and told Phil to fuck her harder..........which he did. Soon the room was hot and the smell of sex was overpowering. Phil rode her ass hard and was talking to her as he fucked her ass. She responded by moving up and down on my cock as she was kissing me deeply. Finally Phil could stand no more. He told her he was about to cum and asked if he could cum in her ass. She said yes, yes, please cum in my ass. Phil pounded away at a furious pace and finally grunted like an animal as he shot wads of sperm into her sweet ass. Before he was finished I could hold back no longer and I shot an enormous amount of cum into her vagina. We held that position for a few moments before Phil withdrew and then she rolled over off of me. The three of us laid there for a few moments before Phil excused himself and told us he needed to pack up and leave. I pulled the sheet over my wife and escorted Phil to the door with his table and other massage equipment. I could not wait to get back in the bed with my wife and eat her wet pussy to another climax before we considered the massage complete. There is nothing better than eating a hot, wet pussy that has been royally and recently fucked. It was an erotic massage to remember and somehow I feel like there will be more in the future. Erotic Massage It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. That in itself was a struggle as it was raining and the wind was howling. From under the umbrella I was trying to stop blowing away I saw 42 and noticed that it was a well- kept, mock Tudor, quite imposing house with a neat front garden, gleaming paint and sparkling windows. That made me feel good and gave me some faith in what Ben had told me on the phone. "It's a very clean, tidy house; you will feel at home with me." "Hi you must be Amanda," the tall, quite good looking, grey haired, dark skinned man said when he opened the door. "I'm Ben." I walked in and we shook hands. The place smelt clean, he was clean, he hadn't been leading me astray on that, which gave credibility to the other things he had claimed in the e-mails we had exchanged. He was about 50 with quite long, grey wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. He was slim and talk, quite good looking and had a very upright posture.. That made me think the massage would be wonderful, that he would have the educated hands he claimed and that he would, in his words. "Ensure I had a wonderful time." But I wasn't sure that he actually really offered what I was after. I thought he probably did, I guessed that he would make me cum, but I hadn't been able to summon up the courage to ask him. I followed him up stairs. "OK Amanda, you can change in here," he said showing me into a small bedroom. "The bathroom is next door," he added, leaving me alone. There was a white towelling robe on the narrow bed, which I assumed I should put on. I stripped down to my panties. Should I keep them on or remove them, I wondered looking in the mirror. I saw in the mirror that my long, chestnut coloured hair was a total wreck from the wind and rain and was tumbling down onto my bare shoulders in lank, wet tresses. I grimaced when I looked at my body. I had put weight on my tummy and hips and my tits that had always been full had ballooned up to their double D size, something that always happens when I put weight on. 'Maybe he won't notice' I thought trying to fix my hair into some semblance of order, but that was hopeless so I gave up. There was a knock on the door. "When you are ready Amanda please come across the landing, I'll be waiting" Ben said. I slipped into the robe, knotted the tie, opened the door and went across the landing. Ben was standing just inside the front bedroom, which was dimly lit. There were several candles flickering and some soft classical piano music, probably Bach, playing. Ben had changed clothing. Gone were the jeans and tee shirt. He was now wearing a shorty, silk dressing gown, which, like mine, was tied at the waist, but his was dark blue silk and ended mid-way down his thighs. Where the lapels gaped I could see his fairly hairy chest, the hairs varying in colour from black to silver. His lower legs were bare and he had nothing on his feet that, for some reason I noted had unusually long toes. "Come in Amanda" he said, holding the door open for me. He shut the door behind me and dimmed the lights even more. I was surprised not to see a massage table, but instead there was a mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet with a large blue towel in the middle. "Yes we don't use a table" he said guessing, or seeing my surprise, it's more relaxing on the floor." "Ok," was all I could manage rather hoarsely, momentarily wondering why in earth I was putting myself through this. "For both of us he added" taking hold of my elbow. "Would you like to lie on your front first, Amanda?" I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do about the robe, so I hesitated, with my hands hovering by the bow. He turned his back and picked up a couple of towels from a pile on a table. "Yes take that off please" he said in a rather officious tone. I lay down as instructed, oddly pleased that he averted his gaze. The mattress was soft and warm and had a lovely sweet smell; it was pleasant to lie on and quite relaxing. He knelt beside me and covered my body in two or three warm towels. It was just like being in a regular, straight spa. If it hadn't been for the way he was dressed I would not have even thought that there might be the 'other services' I wanted, but wasn't sure I would request. I had been divorced for a couple of years and I was desperately lonely. My sixteen year old daughter who lived with me in a smashing flat in London Docklands needed me less and less and although I had numerous friends most were married. It's not easy suddenly being unmarried at forty five for most of your contemporaries are married or at least with partners. I'd had a few dates and a couple of flings that had involved sex, but I wasn't satisfied or fulfilled by them. It was like a charade. Neither party expected and in my case certainly wanted, to find love so the whole seduction bit seemed a little false. Other friends, however have told me that they find that the most enjoyable part. To me sex without some emotional involvement is rather pointless. Or so I thought. That is until I did some research and read more about it. Ben started on my back by peeling the towel back a little and pouring warm oil between my shoulder blades. He massaged me fairly deeply all over my upper back and shoulders. It felt good. That finished, he repeated the exercise with each of my legs. Each time merely rolling the towel back to expose the part that he was about to massage and, with both legs, tucking the top in a little round my bum. I was beginning to worry that maybe I had read the situation incorrectly and that this was just a straight massage, so similar was it to all the spa treatments I had experienced. But then I rationalised even if it was it would be enjoyable for he was giving me a good massage and had said that. After a while I had found myself coping ok with the loneliness of being a single woman again. I really didn't mind being by myself and in any case through my new job I was making friends. I joined a tennis club, started a course at a local college and began piano lessons. I persuaded myself that these actions were to enrich my life and meet new friends. Deep down I knew that was a lie. What I was looking for was sex. I was not so much lonely as frustrated. After all during my twenty year marriage I probably had sex on average three times a week; that means I had been fucked over three thousand times. It was that what I missed. But I didn't like dating so I was in a fucking Catch 22, literally! That's when I read about women who use escorts. I was very tempted, but could not bring myself to do it because he would have to come to my home. Oddly, the cold blooded nature of having a stranger I have just met fuck me didn't disturb me that much. It was the detached, business-like nature of it that overcame my normal reservations with dating. Then you have to pretend there is more when there isn't, with an escort there is no pretence. It is a completely transparent transaction; you are there to be fucked and he is there to fuck you. Simple and straightforward. But there is the where do you do it issue and I didn't fancy paying out a hundred and fifty pounds for a hotel on top of the two hundred or so good escorts charge. And you could hardly do it in a car could you? It was I thought to myself, though, something I would treat myself to one day It was then as I was looking at some male escort websites that I came upon a site offering 'Sensual Massage for Discerning Ladies.' I read it eagerly and saw that I could access their site to find out more, email the site or have a telephone conversation with the owner; I did all three. Ben was a friendly guy, very relaxed and reassuring on the phone and explained the whole process clearly and in a straightforward manner. "In the end result Amanda whatever you choose to do you will get a great massage I promise" he reassuringly told me as the final persuader. I was mulling over how it had all happened as I lie on the warm and sweet smelling towel on the sheet covering the mattress. It was then that the massage changed. I felt him roll a towel upwards exposing my lower back, waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. He poured oil onto the small of my back and started massaging that and my waist. His hands were sliding a few inches up my back all round my waist and onto my hips then back and just up the swell of my bum. It was gorgeous. I could feel the sides of his hands keep pushing against the towel that was draped over my bum covering the crease, moving it down a little. It felt as though it had moved quite a way, but in reality it was probably only inches. "Feel good Amanda?" "Mmmmmm, very nice" I groaned back finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms. I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted. "May I?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant, but in any case I murmured. "Yes." He removed the towel. "Oh Amanda what have we here?" He asked, obviously referring to my panties. They were dark blue, lacy, hipster shorts, cut acutely across each cheek of my bum. I didn't reply, I had no idea what to say. "Very pretty, very nice" he said as I felt his fingers run over them sending my arousal level up a few degrees. Nothing happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as Ben, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when my ex had taken 'glamour' photos of me. I may even have slightly wiggled my bottom a little. "Very nice and very sexy" he went on quietly, resting a hand right on my cheek. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as his next words did. "But also, very unnecessary." He didn't ask, he simply assumed and took over; that also excited me. "Lift up a little" he said quietly as he slid his fingers into the waist-band. "We don't want to get oil on them do we?" "Fuck he's taking my knickers off" I thought as I did as he asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what he did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing, classical music playing as this older man, kneeling beside me his bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that he must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy to from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed. I knew then, that with that most erotic of gestures that this was definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn't. His touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, he went nearer to my more intimate places and his body, mainly his knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine. I had expected that when 'the action' started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be top of the agenda. But I wasn't. In fact it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being naked, having his fingers run over my bare bum and have his eyes gaze at me. I had found him removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, his light touches to be soothing yet arousing and his bare legs pressing against my hips and legs exciting. The combination of these did make me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn't sure. But what I did know was that I would do something sexual with this intriguing masseur. I felt him remove the towels covering my legs so that both of them were bare. He shuffled behind where my feet lay on the mattress and took hold of both of my ankles. Without asking, he pulled them apart, wider and wider. He didn't say anything at all but I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt his fingertips brush up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, his cock or all of them? I felt his knees against the soles of my feet, he was pressing there as he caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, he could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions. He lifted one foot. He caressed and massaged that, the ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. He lifted my foot further and pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. And then, he rubbed the bottom of my foot against the silk of his dressing gown; I was not sure, though what part of his body that was covering, well not at first that is. But then I gasped with sensation as I felt the bottom of my foot being pressed against what was obviously his bulge through the silk. He wasn't erect, but there was some hardness there. It was such a charge, I loved it. I felt him shuffle between my opened legs, his knees pressing against my legs, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew he must be staring at my open pussy. His hands found my bum. He squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel him leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation, one that I had never experienced before. I felt him blowing his breath firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him. "Nice?" He asked, moving his face away. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned back. "Good," he went on rewarding me by replacing his breath with his finger running softly right along the length of the crease in my bum. "Are you anal, Amanda?" I wasn't sure quite what he meant so maybe rather naively I asked. "You mean anal sex?" "Yes, do you like anal play as part of your foreplay?" "Yes" I grunted feeling amazed that he was asking such questions. "And penetration?" He asked pressing his finger right in my hole. "Maybe" I sighed loving the pressure, I moaned and jerked again so intense and lovely were the sensations he gave me as his finger slid in a little way. But he stopped. Then he moved his hands up my body and started to massage my upper back, shoulders and neck. To reach them he moved further between my opened legs. Deeper, until the front of his knee lightly pressed against my pussy. That brought another big jerk and moan from me. He pressed more firmly. I pressed back, he pressed more, I tried to close my legs round it, tried to sort of ride it, I suppose, but he stopped me. "Not yet Amanda" he said in a rather schoolmasterly way as he gently admonished me. He moved away and said softly. "I think it's time for your front now. Turn over please." It was so incongruous, I thought, that as I struggled my body over from my front to my back, he averted his eyes. He compounded this charade of being discrete by holding up a large towel, just as straight masseurs do who are trained to avoid looking at the clients' naked bodies. But they only provide muscle relief, not the sexual pleasure I was expecting from him. He laid the towel over me. It covered me from my breasts to my ankles. Laying there on my back, naked and covered in just a towel I got the chance to have a good look at Ben, my masseur. He was better looking than I had at first thought, but I realised he was probably older, possibly late fifties or early sixties, that shocked me for some reason. Kneeling beside me, he leaned forward and placed a pillow under my head, gently lifting my neck to do so: that was a nicely tender touch; I liked his gentleness and consideration. I also liked the way the lapels had now slid very widely apart showing his hairy chest. It was open to his waist; there was no sign at all of a bloated stomach, in fact, what I could see above the tie, looked firm, taught and flat. Nice, I thought. He shuffled from alongside me to behind my head, out of my view. Before he moved out of sight, though, and as he shuffled alongside me, the bottom part of his robe gaped. I wasn't sure, but it looked as though he was naked under it. For some daft reason, considering I was here for him to give me sexual satisfaction, that seemed incredibly exciting and made me want to plunge my hands under that robe and grab at the bulge, my foot had experienced earlier. As Ben gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseur or a hairdresser, my mind was consumed with wondering whether he was naked under the robe. That seemed such an important issue. My mind was buzzing with curiosity and queries. Was he naked, was he hard, how big was he, was he circumcised and would he later offer to fuck me with it, or simply let me hold it? Would he present it to my mouth for me to suck and if he did what would he taste like? Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for he had started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew he would have to be leaning forward from his kneeling position. I frequently felt the silk of his robe, probably the cuffs or elbows, brush across my face; a heady sensation indeed, silk is so sensual, I find. Then I opened my eyes and saw that it was not the cuffs or elbows, but the folds covering him beneath the waist, the part covering his, what I was sure would now be, his erection. I still couldn't see that and how I stopped myself from reaching up for it, I have no idea. It is so unlike me, but I had such a desire to feel and stroke his cock that my body was exploding with want. Perhaps that was his plan, I wondered? I closed my eyes again and gave into the feelings, sensations and emotions that Ben was creating in me. He certainly knew his stuff, both from a technical massage and an arousing a woman angle. His hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller as my breasts flared out from my chest well more small puffs than flares! His fingers, for I think he was just using those now, were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when he moved down a few inches he would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts; up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples. But now, as his hands and fingers slid downwards, each time I felt them push against the towel, the edge of which was just where my breast flesh erupts from my chest. And of course that meant two things. One, that each time he pushed the towel the edge moved up the swell of each boob and two that as he did that, so the edges of his hands touched that beautifully sensitive flesh. Although I knew, or thought I knew, that soon my full breasts would be bare and he would gaze at them, touch them, squeeze and caress and maybe even suck them, and although he, presumably, knew that as well, we both continued with the charade. The charade of pretence, the game of not knowing, the play of anticipation, building the suspense and creating the hope and expectancy of impending sexual delight. The theatre of tease that we all experience some time; it was lovely. I opened my eyes again. The silk of his robe brushed against my forehead as he leaned forward his hands on a downward sweep. I watched them go slowly nearer and nearer to my breasts. They rested against the edge of the towel, the sides of his hands and his little fingers were on my breast flesh, touching it, sending wonderful feelings through my body. The towel moved up each breast. It was now half way up each mound. I could see at the peak of each of them the outline of my brutally hard nipples that were so aroused and erect they were making massive indentations in the fairly heavy towelling material. Erotic Massage I so wanted that towel to go, to be removed, for Ben to slide it away so that my aching breasts were his to gaze at, adorn and do with as he wished. I was so fucking aroused and horny I was sure I would be up for anything. I nearly reached up and pulled the towel from my body, but I resisted that; after all that was not the game we were playing. We were playing by his rules, not mine and they demanded that he, not I remove the towel at the appropriate moment. But like the master arouser he evidently was, he didn't rush, he didn't hurry things; he continued building the moment, keeping me in suspense and on the boil. Playing with me, knowing what I wanted and needed I am sure, but determined not to give it until he decided. After all he was in control, it was his play and he was the master. I closed my eyes again and revelled in the magic moments he was giving me. His hands touched the towel and the slope of my breasts again. They eased the cover further up the slopes of my boobs, which due to my supine position were, I liked to think slightly flattened, but in reality were probably sagging sideways. Again and again it was edged up as again and again he leaned forward his robe caressing my face his hands touching my boobs. I desperately looked to see if I could catch a glimpse under his robe, but the angles were not right and, in any case, the room was too dim for me to see. I could not indulge my voyeuristic desire by seeing his prick, but I could certainly indulge my hedonistic needs by loving the touch of his hands on my flesh. The question my mind was now grappling with was, if and when I would be able to fulfil my exhibitionist instincts and have Ben see my naked breasts and swollen nipples. The other question to which I still needed an answer was just what 'extras' Ben would be providing? It didn't take long for the edge of the towel to climb the mini mountainside of my boobs and for it to sit precariously right on their flame tipped peaks. His hands now had more skin to flitter across. They had the expanse from the top of each orb to just before each nipple. Three to four inches of super-sensitive flesh that he was lightly stroking, caressing, touching and massaging. I was squirming my bum a little, crossing and uncrossing my legs and gripping the towelling covered mattress with my fingers. My breathing was heavier, my eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was slightly open; I was probably groaning and moaning quietly. And then I felt it, then it happened, then, suddenly my breasts were free, they were uncovered, they were bare, they were available and they were ready for him. I didn't actually feel the towel being removed, but I felt the air on my flesh and then I realised it hadn't been removed. Ben had taken the simple expedience of sliding his hands under it, of running them up each boob, of opening his hands up and cupping my tits in his hand. It was quite an unusual feeling to have my breasts cupped and lifted from behind my head, but nevertheless it was lovely. The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost animalistic, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against his hands. It was fantastic. "Oh yes" I sighed as quietly as I could as he squeezed and rolled my tits around. He pinched my nipples; he pulled them and pressed them. He pushed the two more than a handful sized orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, pushing his fingers into the crevice between them. The towel slithered off me; I hardly noticed it going at first, but then I realised with a huge surge of excitement that my breasts were bare. I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at them. "You have lovely breasts Amanda" he whispered cupping and kneading the pliable flesh. "And such gorgeous nipples" he went on pinching them and them pulling each in turn so they stretched to their maximum length. I watched his eyes slowly run downwards and realised that he had removed the other towels as well so that my entire body was exposed, I hadn't realised that had gone so exciting was I from him uncovering my thirty six double D's. It felt wonderful to see the lust and desire in his eyes as I flaunted my nudity at him. He had got it just right. Earlier and I may have been alarmed and embarrassed and later I would have become too frustrated. Smiling slightly I squirmed my body as if inviting his further attention, which of course I was although I still had no idea what that might be. "Mmmm, lovely," he murmured, bending over me so the part of the robe covering his thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight. His hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, into my landing strip of pubic hair, across my mound and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I so willingly opened for him. His fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips before unfolding the pink petals above them. Unlike many men he found my clit immediately, but then that is his job I smiled, revelling in the more extreme sensations now roaring through my body. I opened and closed my eyes and loved the way that each time I opened them I saw that he was staring deeply into them. Although neither of us spoke a word the emotional and sexual exchange was enormous, well at least for me it was. I felt so bold and adventurous, aroused and excited, inhibited, sexually liberated and so fucking turned on I was almost cumming. It felt amazing to have this skilful man at my sexual beck and call to give me the anonymous pleasure I so craved. Knowing that once we finished I would dress and walk out of his life for ever if I chose made me feel so different to any sensation I had before when having sex. He was now squeezing, cupping and pinching my tits with one hand as he caressed, stroked and rubbed my stomach, mound, thighs and pussy with the other. I was gripping the mattress, gritting my teeth and opening and closing my eyes as my head tolled from side to side. I squirmed my body and arched my back illustrating to him my extreme sexual arousal. He knew I was near and knew that he would have to do little to tip me over the edge, but being the expert I could now tell that he was he kept me right on the brink of an orgasm. I couldn't help letting sighs and grunts, little moans and sounds of appreciation escape from my lips as he took me closer and closer to my climax. Seeming to anticipate my every need he removed his right hand from between my legs and he staring intently into my eyes he slowly pulled the tie on his dressing gown undone and let it open. The excitement I had been feeling up to know clocked up a few more gears as, with a little difficulty, he shrugged the robe off and knelt beside me gloriously naked and wonderfully erect. "It's yours Amanda" he said softly. "Oh Ben" I whimpered reaching out and holding it; it felt wonderful. I held it, stroked it rubbed it and pumped it. It was a glorious feeling to be adoring a man's cock as he rubbed and stroked my breasts and pussy. I had no idea if he wanted to or would cum. Maybe male masseurs don't, after all they may have several clients in an afternoon or evening. Equally I had no idea if he would fuck me or not, but that didn't seem to matter. This wasn't about being fucked, it was about me gaining pleasure and satisfaction from a man I had never met and may never see again. It was pure sexual indulgence, nothing more and nothing less. I didn't care about anything other than that. Nothing else was important; just his hands, my bare body and his cock became my temporary universe. His fingers were probing, they were slipping slightly inside me. They were enquiring and seeking an invitation. They were asking my permission. Though considerate and thoughtful it was totally unnecessary, for what they were enquiring about was exactly what I wanted. And that was three of his fingers to be shoved right my cunt. Looking him full in the eye I eased my head up a little, raised my knees and opened my legs. "Yes" I grunted as I felt my lips opening as his fingers slid into me. Somehow that told me that we would not fuck. He would finger fuck me and do other things but penetration and oral from him were not on the menu. That didn't mean, though, I hoped that oral from me was an off menu item for my face was level with and just inches from his delicious looking cock. I licked it looking up at him. He smiled his agreement and pushed it forward a little. I kissed the bulbous end as I felt the surrogate cock of his two or three fingers slide up my soaked, open and so eager channel. But then I felt something else. Somehow he had manipulated his fingers so that one, probably his forefinger pressed against my bum hole. It was enquiring not forcing itself. He was asking the second part of the question he had started earlier. I could have said no, shook my head or wiggle myself away from it, but I didn't. I stayed exactly as I was; legs open, knees raised, his cock in my hand, two or three fingers in me and his finger pressing against my anus. As he pressed and that eased into me so I realised that he had carefully used my juices to lubricate me. The fingers up both my passages at the same time gently pumping really was the most amazing sensation. I closed my thighs round his hand as he started to pump in and out of me and as I began sucking his cock. I am sure we would have made great lovers for we quickly found a perfect rhythm. He had me now. I was completely gone. I was over the top and cumming continuously as wave after wave of wonderful feelings invaded every part of my body. I wanted him to cum and tried to make him, but he didn't. That offended my female ambitions a little, but I realised the difficulties and instead just gave myself in to rubbing his fat cock all over my face as once again I had the most wonderful yet anonymous orgasm. "Call me anytime Amanda" he said giving me a light peck on the cheek as he showed me out the front door of his house. "Maybe Ben, you never know" I replied over my shoulder as I walked down the short pathway leading to the main road. Walking to my car I was soon caught up in the shoppers and other pedestrians. It hardly seemed possible that just a few moments ago I was lying naked on my back sucking the cock of a man I had never met as he finger fucked me to a wonderful orgasm. Smiling as I unlocked my car I wondered just what form my next anonymous sex would take. I didn't have an answer, but I did know that I wanted more. Erotic Massage Julie had driven by the house many times always wondering if the subtle house that was located just outside the industrial park was legit or not. She had contemplated getting a massage and the thought of getting a massage from "one of those" places intrigued her. She had always been so conservative, never taking a chance or do anything wild or out of the ordinary was actually thinking of pulling in and if nothing else checking the place out. Julie had always been intrigued with the idea of being pampered by another woman and if something happened along the way let's just say the idea really turned her on. With her heart racing Julie pulled into the driveway and made her way around to the parking lot in the back so her car would be out of sight just in case. She stepped from her car and walked up to a heavily screened door. She looked up seeing a camera hanging under the eave looking down on anyone that came to the door. Taking a deep breath Julie rang the buzzer. She stood there waiting to see if anyone was going to answer. She could hear footsteps coming toward her from inside yet no one came to the door. She looked at the camera again thinking that whoever was inside was probably checking her out. Then the door opened and a very attractive Korean woman answered the door. She was about 5'4" with raven black hair that came just below her ears. She had a beautiful figure and was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress with a subtle floral print. Julie wondered if she was wearing any panties since she couldn't see any sort of panty line and she noticed the woman wasn't wearing a bra. The woman studied Julie for a couple of moments as if she was trying to figure out why someone like Julie was doing there. "Sorry...we not hire." She finally said with a frown. "I'm not looking for work. I'm interested in getting a massage if that's alright." Julie shot back at her. The woman looked at her as if to say, "You want what?" "Do you massage women, or is it just men?" Julie asked again. "Yes, I massage...you come inside." The woman smiled and held out her hand to Julie, She took Julie's hand and led her inside into what was once probably a living room. She looked around seeing a couch that looked like it came from the Salvation Army store, and a couple of mismatched end tables, and a lamp that looked like it was from the '60's. Despite the questionable decor, the place was neat and tidy and was much nicer than Julie had imagined. "So how much is it for a massage?" Julie asked looking at the woman. The woman pointed to a sign that read 1/2 hour $45...1hour $60. "So what do you get with the half hour massage?" Julie asked the woman. "You get massage, no oil, and no shower after." The woman replied. "And for the hour massage?" Julie asked again. "Ah much better bargain. With hour you get nice massage full body massage with lotion, your choice of Swedish, deep tissue, or..." Julie interrupted her. "Swedish, that's the light touch right?" Julie quizzed the woman. "Yes. It very light touch make you feel very good inside. Plus I work on any problem area, and you get shower afterward." The woman said again. "OK, I'll take the hour massage." Julie smiled. Good choice. You pay now." The woman said holding her hand out. Julie handed the $60 to the woman and followed her into a room. It was dimly lit with soft music playing and the smell of incense but not overpowering. There was a large mattress on the floor and ranks of lotions on the wall. The woman told Julie to undress and that she would be right back. "Do I take off all my clothes?" Debbie stopped and asked her. "Yes unless you want oil on them. Now please get undress and I be right back." The woman said before walking out the door. Julie undressed folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a table. Then she lay down waiting for the woman to return. Julie was still nervous wondering what she had gotten herself into and if she'd made a bad choice. She could still get dressed and leave. She jumped when there was a tap on the door and the door opened. She looked over her shoulder to see the woman return with a smile on her face making Julie feel at ease. "Relax. I give you good massage." She said kneeling down beside Julie. The woman started working on Julie's neck and shoulders as Julie sighed from her beautiful relaxing touch. She could feel the tension and the anxiety leaving her body as the woman continued working her neck and shoulders. As she worked on Julie they made small talk. "So...what you name?" The woman asked. "My name is Julie." She replied. "My name Kim, you enjoy massage so far." Kim asked her. "Oh yes Kim...you have a beautiful touch." Julie answered. Kim continued working on Julie, her soft feathery touches moving down Julie's back. Kim moved her hands along Julie's sides, her palms touching the exposed part of Julie's breasts as she lay on her stomach. Feeling Kim's hands on her breasts even just the small exposed portion sent erotic chill through her body. She wanted more and raised herself up slightly exposing more of her breasts wondering if Kim would get the hint. She felt so wicked but at the same time so aroused. As Kim moved her hands back up Julie's side not only did Kim moved her hands along the more exposed portion of Julie's breasts Kim paused and just held them for a moment. Julie heard herself moan softly from Kim's touch. "You like my touch you there?" Kim leaned forward and whispered in Julie's ear, "Oh YES," Julie sighed. "You naughty girl, you like more special massage?" Kim laughed softly. Debbie felt as if her head was going to explode from arousal of Kim's touch. "Yes...yes I do." Julie said with a slight moan escaping her lips. "Alright...I do for you. When men come in and want special massage I change them $100 more, but I like you. I not charge you more." Kim said with a big smile. Kim then made her way down to Julie's lower back causing her to wonder what Kim had in mind when she offered to do more. She found her heart throbbing again as Kim hands moved down her back toward her ass causing Julie to wonder if Kim was going to touch her there. She was a little disappointed when Kim avoided her backside and moved her hands down her leg instead. Kim started working her left leg paying attention to her feet and calf but Julie's disappointment was soon replaced with pleasure as Kim kneaded her tired calf muscles. After a few minutes Kim's light feathery touches returned as her fingers began to move up the back of Julie's leg. Her hands moved higher and higher up Julie's leg sliding to the inside moving closer and closer to her inner thighs. Julie parted her legs slightly giving Kim better access should she decided to touch her in a more erotic way. Kim's fingers moved along her inner thigh as Julie hoped Kim was going to touch her pussy. But to her disappointment Kim moved her hands back down onto Julie's legs then slowly moved her hands back up and onto Julie's ass. Julie decided to stop trying to anticipate Kim's every move and just relax and enjoy the massage. Adding more lotion Kim began caressing Julie's ass. Kim teased her as she moved her finger tips along the cleft at the top of her ass making Julie squeal. She felt Kim's fingers move along her ass as if she were going to slide her hands between her cheeks any second. As Kim leaned forward Julie felt her foot touching the soft skin of Kim's leg. She realized that her foot was now between Kim's legs and she could feel Kim's dampness on her foot. Just at that moment Kim slipped her fingers between Julie's cheeks, and began moving her fingers up and down her ass pausing as her fingers brushed Julie's asshole. Feeling her fingers teasing her ass sent even more erotic jolts though her body down to her pussy. As Kim continued teasing her she suddenly realized that Kim was moving her pussy along her foot masturbating herself as she eased her finger slowly into Julie's ass. The feeling was unbelievable as Julie raised her hips to meet Kim's probing fingers. Julie felt Kim's other hand move between her legs again only this time her fingers were moving across her labia teasing her as she parted Julie's folds and began exploring her pussy. She felt Kim's lips on her back as Kim kissed her way down Julie's spine to her ass where she started teasing her cleft with her tongue. Julie was about to scream out as her passion started to boil over. "Now you turn over." She heard Kim say just before she was about to explode into orgasm. Needless to say Julie was more than a little disappointed. As she turned over and lay down on her back she saw Kim had taken off her dress and now they were both totally naked. Kim was on her knees smiling at Julie not saying a word as if she were posing for her. Kim cupped her breasts in her hands as Julie watched her rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Kim's nipples were now so hard and erect. Julie thought about taking them in her mouth and sucking on them but now her eyes scanned down Kim's body focusing on Kim's dark bush. Julie found herself wanting to move between Kim's legs just to feel the softness of her bush on her cheek. Julie had often fantasized about making love to another woman and now if things worked out right she had the chance of making her fantasy come true. "You like?" Kim asked. "Yes very much, but why did you stop it felt so good?" Julie smiled Kim just smiled as she poured more lotion into her hand and started spreading it over Julie's legs. She began massaging the lotion in as she moved her hands up Julie's legs still smiling. Then she did something totally unexpected. She maneuvered herself over Julie's left foot and then lowered her pussy down onto her toes. Julie could feel the dampness between her legs as Kim started moving her pussy back and forth over Julie's toes. Julie knew she should have been disgusted but somehow it seemed so erotic. Julie worked her toes between Kim's folds and started gently wiggling them as Kim closed her eyes and started moaning softly. Now it was Julie's turn to pleasure Kim. Kim rose up and started caressing her own breasts began twisting and tugging at her own nipples as Julie continued wiggling her toes in Kim's pussy. Kim was soon moaning and lost in her own passion as Julie watched the expression on her face. Kim was sliding back and forth working Julie's toes around in her pussy and sliding up so her toes were teasing her clit. It was such a turn on to watch Kim using her foot as a sex toy. Just as she thought Kim was going to cum Kim moved so that Julie's toes were now between her cheeks and sliding over her ass. Kim was gasping and moaning as she reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously taking herself toward what was surly going to be a powerful orgasm. Suddenly her body stiffened and Kim was rocked with an orgasm that shook her entire body. After a few minutes Kim smiled and parted Julie's legs. Kim placed her face between her legs and began exploring Julie's pussy. Never had anything felt so erotic, her first time with a woman was going to be better than she had ever imagined. Julie gasped and squealed out as Kim continued running her tongue over her pussy exploring and teasing her to the point that she wanted to scream out in passion. The more she explored Julie with her tongue the more aroused Julie became. Kim parted Julie's folds allowing her juices to flow down onto her tongue as she started running her tongue up and down Julie's wet pussy. Nothing not any kind of fantasy or imagination could have prepared Julie for the divine sensations that she was now experiencing. The more Kim licked and sucked her pussy the more she wanted to do the same to Kim. "Kim...let me taste you to. Come up here and let me taste your pussy...please Kim let me lick your sweet pussy!" Julie pleaded. As Kim raised her head Julie's juices glistening on her lips and chin as she smiled and maneuvered around lowering her pussy onto Julie's face. Julie reached up and guided Kim's pussy down toward her tongue but no before pausing to look at her beautiful sex. Her lips were full and thick and her clit looked large as Julie slowly brought Kim's pussy down onto her face. Her pussy was so wet and warm and filled with her love juices. Her aroma was as erotic as Julie instinctively guided her tongue over Kim's pussy while Kim in the meantime was working her fingers deep into Julie's pussy. Julie continued exploring Kim's pussy taking her time never having licked a woman before. She wanted to take her time and savour every moment of it as if it was going to be her only time to ever experience this. She slipped her tongue past Kim's folds and immediately found her opening where she eased her tongue inside and started tongue fucking Kim. Kim responded by gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy into Julie's face while she took Julie's clit into her mouth and began sucking it while she filled Julie's pussy with as many fingers as she could manage. Julie moved from Kim pussy spreading her cheeks while as she started running her tongue up and down Kim's ass. She found Kim's asshole to be very sensitive judging from Kim's response. Julie eased her tongue into Kim's ass and began tonguing her while Kim was taking Julie closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Julie felt her pussy start to tremble and her clit throb as one powerful orgasm after another surged through her body. Once she had finished cumming Julie rolled Kim onto her back and moved between her legs and filled Kim's pussy with as many fingers as she could manage just as Kim had done to her. She worked her fingers inside Kim's pussy listening to Kim's moans of pleasure. Julie couldn't believe how incredible it was to make love to someone as beautiful as Kim and to watch her become more and more aroused as she made love to her. Julie loved the taste of Kim's pussy as she ran her tongue over it and then took her clit between her lips again listening to Kim's moans of sheer pleasure. Julie continued sucking and fingering Kim's pussy taking her closer and closer to what she hoped would be a powerful orgasm. Kim grabbed Julie's head pushing her pussy into Julie's face as her body shook as the orgasms washed over her. Afterward the two women lay in one another's arms kissing and cuddling until it was time for Julie to leave. From that day forward Julie had a standing appointment every Friday for a massage and a round of beautiful woman to woman love. Erotic Massage by Two Men Two weeks ago James and I invited Dean over to James's house for some much needed exhibitionist fun. We hadn't done anything in a while and I was very eager to have both Dean and James give me a sensual body and butt massage. To our dismay James's brother stayed home that night so we didn't have the house to ourselves. Never the less, we decided to go ahead with it. We were meant to go out clubbing the next day but James and I couldn't decide on what outfit I'd wear to the club, so we decided to enlist Dean's opinion. Since I couldn't change in the toilet and walk to James's room wearing a skimpy outfit, I changed in the room with both James and Dean but hid myself behind the wardrobe door. I was already wet with anticipation and the fact I would be stripping down to nothing with only the door hiding my naked body from the two was a huge rush. I feigned reluctance to change behind the door but secretly I wanted it. I stood behind the door, heart thumping in my chest and stripped down to nothing, then put on the first outfit. I didn't wear panties or a bra. The outfits ranged from tight short/long dresses and crop tops and skirts. James preferred an orange crop top which was so thin my nipples poked out very prominently. As soon as I stepped out from behind the door Dean's reaction was an adamant no! Despite it being a huge turn on for him, it was just too obvious as my nipples were at attention and it was painfully obvious. Dean's favourite outfit was a tight blue short dress. It was very tight fitting and my nipples were once again prominent, but not as obvious as the orange top. However this dress left very little to the imagination as it was clear I was naked under it. I preferred this as it could be adjusted to show more cleavage, and it was obvious I was naked under it. Anyway, after the outfit changes I was well and truely horny. I needed relief and couldn't wait for two pairs of hands on me. I stripped off my final outfit and came out from behind the door. "Oh my God!" was Dean's response. I was standing there naked, my nipples very hard, my freshly waxed pussy wet. James immediately came and kissed me, turning me so my ass was facing Dean and groped my ass, squeezing and kneading them as he knows how. "I don't know where to look," Dean said as his eyes went from my nipples to my pussy. He has a thing for hard nipples and given mine are very prominent, he was getting turned on. "I've already cum like 5 times today but I'm getting horny," Dean informed. I smiled to myself. It was always a turn on knowing I made him (or any guy or girl for that matter) horny. I walked over to the bed and lay down on my stomach. James applied some baby oil on my butt and the massage was underway. James sat on the bed to my right, Dean on the edge of the bed to my left. James had my right side while Dean my left. "Ok, follow my lead Dean," James instructed as he expertly started massaging the oil into my upper thighs. I let out a soft moan as i felt two pairs of hands touching me, firmly kneading my flesh. Dean had admitted he wasn't great at massages but the hope was to teach him how to give a great erotic massage. I loved the fact I was the test subject. Both Dean and James gave me a deep massage as they slowly moved to my butt. I held my breath in anticipation as their hands slowly made their way up my thighs to my ass. I as hoping for some contact with my pussy but alas they moved to my ass cheeks and were soon groping me roughly. James knows I absolutely love to be handed roughly, especially when it comes to squeezing my ass. He expertly instructed Dean on his technique, using his thumb to dig into my ass cheeks, then the palm of his hand, kneading my firm taut ass in circles. I moaned into the pillow as I enjoyed feeling both Dean and James using me. My fantasy has always been to be used by multiple men and women and here I was being slowly teased by two men. "Spread your legs baby," James instructed. Yes I thought to myself, they're going to touch my pussy. Once again I was disappointed as they moved their hands to my thighs again and started making their way back up to my ass. This time however I felt their strong oily hands move up my inner thighs. I knew where this was heading and I got wetter in anticipation. I closed my eyes and waited as they continued teasing me, their strong hands working at my inner thigh muscles, inching their way to my wet, soaking, hot, eager pussy. "Mhmmmmm," I moaned as both James's left hand and Dean's right hand gently grazed the outside of my pussy lips. I knew the point was to tease me but I was finally getting some relief. It was torture, I wanted, no needed more, but I was happy to settle for anything at that stage. Their strong hands continued kneading at my exposed ass and they became more brazen with touching my pussy lips. James spread my legs wide again and they both focused on touching my pussy lips from the side. "Mhmmm, that feels good". James now got in between my legs and showed Dean how to use both hands to really work at my ass. As I've mentioned before in my stories, James is amazing at butt massages. My butt is one of my best assets as I squat constantly at the gym and really work hard to maintain a toned, big, juicy ass. James loves giving me butt massages and has it often leads to me on my knees, ass up in the air, cheeks spread and his tongue licking my ass. I didn't used to enjoy him doing that but the more I realised he enjoyed it, and the reason being he thought I had such a juicy ass, it made me feel incredibly sexy and now I love it. It feels amazing knowing he's getting off pleasing me, that I hold this power over him. I could come out of the shower, get on my knees and he'd dive right in and tease me. I get incredibly wet knowing he loves eating my ass, not to mention it feels great. After some rough but firm massaging, he had me get on my knees and dove into eating me out. Dean just stepped back and enjoyed the view. I felt incredibly vulnerable but it was also incredibly erotic. The fact I was so on show to Dean was a huge turn on. My pussy was gushing, not only from the fact that James was expertly eating out my ass but the fact that I was spread, pussy and ass on show for Dean. Soon I was lying down again and Dean took over the massaging duties. James now was at my left and Dean in between my legs. He was definitely getting better and his eager hands were groping, squeezing, kneading my ass cheeks for all it was worth. He even moved to my pussy lips, using two fingers; on on either side of my lips and teased me mercilessly. I moaned which just caused him to continue and become brave enough to spread my cheeks and gently touch my ass hole with his fingers. That sent shivers through me. Here I was, naked, spread, exposed and being touched in such an intimate spot by another man. I felt like a total slut and exhibitionist, and i loved it! James turned my face to face his and kissed me passionately. We both love my exhibitionist ways; he loves showing me off as much as I love showing off. I felt so loved as he tenderly kissed me and stroked my back and head. He kissed my cheeks and moved to my back, gently kissing my back and running his hands over me. It was an incredibly experience being so tenderly kissed by James while being used by Dean. He was like a kid on Christmas and from what I was told afterwards, had a huge smile as he had his way with me. After about 20 minutes my pussy was on fire. I needed relief. I wasn't at the stage to let Dean touch my clit but I wanted to cum. I lifted my ass up in the air slightly and moved my fingers and started touching my pussy. I shocked myself as Dean continued massaging me but more slowly as his eyes were focused on my fingers working my clit. I was moaning and felt even more vulnerable and like a total slut. I was unashamedly touching myself, for my pleasure as well as James and Dean. "Turn around babe, let us see you play with your beautiful pussy," James instructed. I was so turned on. This is what I had been waiting for, to play with myself for James and Dean. I lay on my back and immediately started playing with my clit. "Mhmmm, oh yes, mhmmmm," I moaned. James's hands were on my boobs, flicking my nipples, squeezing my tits, licking and sucking. Dean was in between my legs staring intently at me playing with myself. I was totally exposed to him and loved it! I was really letting out my inner exhibitionist slut. It felt so natural teasing him and it got me so hot. I moaned out loud when I felt Dean's hands on my leg, gently moving towards my pussy. While he didn't touch me, my mind flooded with thoughts of him touching me. Part of me wished he was brave enough to touch me. i don't know if I would have stopped him. I was so hot, s horny that I wanted more! "Dean, touch my ass," I said as I lifted my ass up from the bed. His hands immediately started groping me. It didn't look too comfortable but I guess he wasn't going to pass up having his hands on my ass. The combination of his hands on me, James licking and sucking my nipples and the fact I was spread, naked, playing with myself with Dean inches from my pussy was too much and I exploded in a massive orgasm. When it hit I started fingering myself furiously, bucking my hips and moaning out loud, totally oblivious to the fact we weren't home alone. "Please finger me," I whispered to James. Without missing a beat I pulled my wet fingers from my pussy and he slid his middle finger deep inside me. I arched my back in pleasure as he wasted no time with easing into it. He started fingering me hard and fast. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, trying to get him deeper inside me. I was soaking and if James's brother was outside, it would have been obvious to what was happening. There would be no mistaking the tell take noise of the slopping noises of a wet pussy being fingered hard. It felt amazing to be so roughly fingered just after my orgasm. After a few minutes of James's intense fingering, I couldn't take any more and pushed his hand away. "Give me your cock," I demanded. Anyone that's read my other experiences knows that when I cum, I have an intense craving for cock. I pulled James's pants down and engulfed his cock. He was semi-hard and was hard quickly. Dean stepped back and just starred intently as i stuck my ass up in the air and sucked James, licking his cock and deep throating it. I jerked him off ensuring my tits jiggled in his face. James reached out and grabbed them, squeezing gently and teasing my nipples. I attacked James's cock. I was eager to have him shoot his load in my mouth, or at least please him as much as I had been pleased. I felt Dean's hands on my butt and even on my pussy. I let him briefly but was still too sensitive so stopped him. He sat back and just watched us as I alternated between sucking, licking and jerking James off. I continued for about 10 minutes of intense sucking and jerking off before James stopped me saying he wasn't going to cum. He later said it was the pressure of being so intently watched by Dean. He took my face in his hands and tenderly, yet passionately kissed me. His hands moved to my ass as i straddled him and kissed him. He was still horny as he hadn't cum but I was exhausted. I stood up, letting Dean and James admire my naked body once more before I changed and we bid Dean farewell. The plan next time is for him to join us at a nude beach in summer (which is right around the corner for us Aussies) and for him to rub sunscreen all over me (not just my ass). Hopefully he'll be brave enough to get naked and I can finally see what he's packing. I've been told he's relatively large. Plus it's always hot watching another guy jerking off watching me play with myself, makes me feel the right mix of sexy and slutty. Once again, we love your feedback and feel free to message us if you're into the same thing.