0 comments/ 51469 views/ 9 favorites The Masseuse By: Dragonfire My wife and I have been married for three years now. We often fantasize about different scenarios while we screw. Most times I think it turns me on more than it does Marianne but there was this one particular fantasy that never failed to get her really hot. She would put on a blindfold and pretend I was a masseuse she had hired for the evening. Sometimes I would see a side of her I didn’t know she had. She would get really wild and get into the part. It was a real turn on just watching her react as she pretended to fuck another man. I always wondered how she would react if she was faced with the real thing. Would she get as hot if she knew it was a real masseuse and not me? I was pretty sure she would get even hotter and the idea of that made me secretly want to see it happen. I guess I had really been keeping an eye out for someone to play the part for several months now but it wasn’t until I ran across Pete that I realized I was serious. We met in a bar and got to talking. It turns out that he is a real masseuse and that made me think, “I wonder what my wife would think of this guy?” He was as tall as me at six feet or so but he was a bit better built from what I could see. “Yes, she would definitely want to fuck this guys brains out if I let her,” I thought, “Especially if his cock is as big as he is!” Then from out of no where I blurted out, “That’s pretty funny, just last night my wife was telling me her fantasy about her, a masseuse, and me and here I meet one!” “What does she look like?” he asked. I pulled out a picture of my sexy wife. She was wearing a black teddy that left the nipples exposed and stretched between her pussy lips. “Wow,” he said, “I’d love to fuck her!” He looked at me to see my reaction and handed me the picture back. “How would you like to really make it happen?” he asked, a little more serious. The next thing I knew I had invited him over to meet my wife the next evening. We planned that he would show up around six and surprise Marianne. He offered to bring a portable message table but I told him the bed would do just fine. I went home that night and had a hard time sleeping. I wondered if I should go through with it but after thinking about it more I realized that I couldn’t wait to see the reaction on Marianne’s face. I didn’t tell her a thing because I had it all planned out to be a surprise. At about three o-clock the next day I told her I had a special treat for her today at six. I told her since she had such a hard week I decided to treat her to something she had never experienced, a message from a real masseuse. Her mouth dropped open and she looked at me with disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said. “Sure, why not?” I asked her, “I know you would love to get a message.” “Mmmm,“ she moaned, “But you know how much that will turn me on!” She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “You’re just messing with me aren’t you?” “No, I’m not,” I told her, “I think you can handle it if you get really hot during your message. I’ll just have to take care of you afterwards.” I laughed to myself because I had no intentions of taking care of her afterwards. Pete and I were going to fuck her all night after he got her so hot she couldn’t stand it any more. Finally I convinced her I was being serious and she looked at the clock. “I have to take a bath and get ready!” she said as she hurried off to the bathroom. From how excited she seemed you would think that I had told her my true plans instead of making her think she was just getting a message. At five thirty Marianne came upstairs wearing a towel. “I’m ready now,” she said. She wasn’t wearing anything but a towel but her hair was all curled and she was wearing make-up and lots of perfume. “I’d say you were trying to impress someone,” I told her. “What makes you say that honey?” she replied, “I’m not wearing a thing yet.” “Yeah, but you smell great and look even better! I said, “ And if we had time I would jump you right now!” “Oh no you don’t!” she said, “You’re not going to mess up my hair before my masseuse gets here.” I wasn’t sure how to take that and I didn’t have time to worry about it because just then the doorbell rang twice. “He’s here babe,” I said and went downstairs to answer the door. I let Pete in and we headed right up stairs. Marianne was standing right where I left her, just froze in place. Her mouth opened in a gasp as we walked in the room. “Uh, hi,” she almost whispered as she looked at Pete standing in front of her. It was obvious she liked what she saw but she was trying not to let me know. Pete unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He opened the briefcase he brought with and took out some body oil. “Shall we get started?” he asked Marianne. “Please do!” Marianne told him, “What do you want me to do?” “Well for starters take off that towel and lie face down on the bed,” he told her as he bent down to take off his shoes. Marianne unhooked the towel and let it fall to the floor. She standing two feet from Pete with her shaved pussy right at eye level. Pete looked up, licked his lips and told her, “Okay, now get on the bed.” “Usually I use a message table that I can walk around. Doing this on the bed I’m bound to get oil on my pants because I have to straddle you,” Pete told her, “Do you mind if I take them off?” “Uh, sure I guess it’s okay,” she said and looked at me, “Honey?” “Go ahead,” I told Pete, “I wouldn’t want you to ruin your pants.” Marianne climbed up on the bed but never took her eyes off Pete as he took off his pants. I swear Marianne was drooling when she saw his cock bulging out of his briefs. I figured he would be big enough for her but I wasn’t prepared for this. Pete was already at least six inches already and he wasn’t even hard yet. Marianne stared at the outline of his huge tool and mouthed “WOW.” Pete grabbed his oil and straddled my wife’s ass. He poured oil all over her back and down the crack of her ass and began messaging her back. He leaned forward and the bulge in his briefs wedged in between her ass cheeks. Marianne was already moaning from his strong fingers on her back when she felt his cock throbbing between her oiled cheeks. She wiggled her ass and spread her legs a little like she was trying to get comfortable but I knew better. Her new position had pushed Pete’s cock against her pussy and was making her moan even louder. Pete was moving up and down her back and pushing his growing cock against Marianne’s pussy. You could see his huge rod straining to break through his briefs. Marianne looked over her shoulder and said, “You look uncomfortable. If Ken doesn’t mind why don’t you take those off too.” Pete looked at me with mock concern and I told him “If Marianne didn’t mind, I didn’t.” He stood on the bed and slipped off his briefs. He tossed them off the bed and squatted back down letting his cock fall right back into place against my wife’s pussy. His cock was really starting to swell and was nine inches and still growing. Pete splashed some more oil on her back and leaned forward again to reach her shoulders. I was standing at the foot of the bed and could clearly see the head of his huge rod pushing between her very wet pussy lips. This was making Marianne crazy as she tried to casually work his fat head deeper into her aching pussy without me noticing. She was squirming under him as he messaged her cheeks and rubbed oil all over. Then he moved down and started on her legs. “Ohhh, that felt so good!” Marianne gasped. I knew she was talking about his cock pressing into her pussy and not the backrub. I finally couldn’t take it any more and I took off my pants and stroked my rock hard cock. Marianne looked over at me and said, “What are you doing?” “I thought I might come over there and stick my cock in your mouth,” I said, “You look so hot I can’t help my self.” Pete had just finished rubbing her feet and told Marianne, “It’s time to flip over now sweetie.” Marianne rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. “Come here and put that big cock in my mouth,” she told me. Then she looked at Pete and said, “And you, I need a lot more of that and since my husband already let you stick your fat head in my pussy I’m sure he won’t mind!” I didn’t mind at all and shoved my cock into her waiting mouth. Pete knelt between her legs and rubbed his cock up and down her wet pussy before pushing the head just inside. “Oh my god, you’re so big!” She moaned. He was easily two inches across and ten inches long. My wife’s pussy was stretched to the limit as he slowly pushed the head in and out of her. Pete reached down and fingered her swollen clit as he pushed in a few more inches. Marianne srceamed, “Yesss!” and started bucking against him trying to work more of his cock inside her. She was cumming already and we were just getting started . I pinched her nipples and she swallowed my whole length. My balls were resting on her nose and she was trying to get me deeper still. She was still cumming and couldn’t get enough. Pete pulled his rod out of my wife and bent over to stick his toungue into her wet mound. “Oh yeah! Lick my clit please!” she pleaded. I pulled out and rubbed my cock on her lips. “Honey, I need to sit on his cock,” she said, “You can still fuck my mouth but I need him right now!” She got up and pushed Pete onto his back. Then she squatted just above him and guided his cock into her pussy with both hands. As soon as she had him inside she grabbed my cock and took it down her throat. While moaning around my cock she sank down to Pete’s balls taking every inch of him into her aching pussy. Pete groaned, “Yeah baby, fuck me good.” He looked up at me and said “Your wife has the tightest pussy!” She was sliding off him until only the head was in her and then forcing his huge cock all the way in in one thrust. Over and over she sank onto him until she was whimpering and just bouncing up and down on him as fast as she could. I pulled out of her mouth and let her go wild on his cock. Her eyes rolled back and I watched her whole body tense as she started to cum. She grunted out “Fuck me harder!” and kept bouncing on his cock. She was cumming all over Pete’s balls. It was running down onto the bed. My wife gets really wet when she comes and when she’s stimulated just right she’ll squirt halfway across the bed. I reached down and rubbed her clit between my fingers and that sent her over the edge. She pulled off his cock and let go a gusher all over his chest. Pete just stared in amazement as she impaled herself back onto his rod. “Cum in my pussy,” she said and milked his cock with that sweet pussy until he started shooting his load deep inside her. When Pete stopped cumming I pulled Marianne off him and pushed her onto her knees. I spread her legs wide so I could see Pete’s cum dripping out of her pussy and rubbed the head of my cock in his cum before sliding myself into my wife. She sounded sloppy wet as I pumped her hard. My ball were slapping her clit and she moaned and came again. I pulled out and shot cum all over her ass and up onto her back. Pete was still hard as rock and he took my place behind her and nudged the head of his cock into her. He reached up her back and rubbed my cum all around using it to message her as he started pushing in and out Marianne grunted every time he buried himself into her and after a good fifteen minutes she started to scream, “More, fuck me, Yes fuck me!” Pete kept it up until she quieted down then he pulled out and said, “Come here and swallow my cum baby!” Marianne wrapped her lips around his cock and tried to take as much of it as she could down her throat. Pete didn’t last two minutes and I saw her cheeks bulge out as he came in her mouth. She was still bobbing up and down on him, his cum oozing out of her lips as they slid along his shaft. She had to get every drop out of him before she stopped. She fell back onto the bed and sighed, “That was the best fucking message I’ve ever had guys, thanks!” Pete got up and kissed my wife’s cum soaked lips. “I better get going now but you call me any time you need another message honey,” I told him we would definitely need him again and Marianne piped up “You better make sure you get his number!” Somehow I don’t think she’ll ever want to play masseuse with a blindfold again. At least not when she can have the real thing. The Masseuse Thanks to everyone who follows my work. I appreciate all the great compliments and messages! -- Mirage * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (19.5 min/mp3) * * * * * The Masseuse Mandy has been under a lot of stress lately. Talking about it with one of her friends she's decides to go get a massage. So Mandy heads off to see a masseuse. When she gets to his studio she notices that there are candles and sweetly scented oils that ignite her senses. The masseuse introduces himself as Antonio and takes her to the room where he will massage her. The room is comfortable and has a nice bed, it is dimly lit and has the most wonderful aromas. Antonio asks Mandy to remove her clothes. Shyly Mandy takes off her clothes and covers herself with the towel that Antonio hands her as he beams a cheeky smile. He tells her to lie on her tummy and he places the towel over her smooth warm ass. He starts to massage her tense shoulders, smearing loads of warm silky massage oil all over her delectable back. Antonio massages her gently at first gradually becoming more intense. He feels her shoulders soften under his expert touch and they begin to relax. Mandy is enjoying the massage as she lets out some sweet feminine sighs. He moves his hands skillfully to her lower back and begins to focus the massage on that area. The feel of his strong warm hands and fingertips ploughing deeply into her cute little ass thrills Mandy. Her body grows warmer and Antonio can sense that Mandy is beginning to feel more comfortable as his hands continue to slide all over her body. His hands drift further down and he begins to massage her shapely thighs and legs. He pushes his hands between her legs and starts to massage her inner thighs avoiding her clearly wet pussy, easing all the tension away. Mandy loves the feel of his hands exploring her body. Antonio then asks Mandy to lie on her back, she seems a little hesitant. He can tell that she is shy but his deep reassuring voice manages to persuade her. He confides in her not to worry, calmly reminding her that she will be totally satisfied by the end of the massage. She rolls over onto her back - Antonio is breathless at the sight of her large, youthful & perky breasts. Still a little shy she reaches for the towel and covers her soaking wet pussy with it. He asks if it would be OK for him to work a little on her breasts as it is a great place on the body to help her relax even more. She is not sure if she should agree but the flickering lights of the candles coupled with the fragrant aromas of sensual oils work their magic - she wants to say no but in a trance-like-state the only word that exits her mouth is "yes". He takes a small hand bowl from a side table and with great precision drizzles warm massage oil all over her tits/breasts and tummy. Each droplet that strikes her sends shivers and wonderful sensations throughout her entire body. Rubbing gently in a circular motion Antonio initially concentrates on her highly erect nipples. He starts to gently touch, rub and tease both of them in turn. She feels another round of chills and relaxes even more, her eyes closing … she lets out a delightfully sensual little moan. Antonio continues to massage her breasts and tummy, sliding his hands right from her jiggling breasts down to her curvaceous hips, thighs and legs. As he moves his hands back up to her breasts he very subtly but intentionally brushes her pussy. So wet is her pussy after all this arousing massage his hand gets coated with her sweet juices. This sends jolts of electricity through his entire body as he feels her wetness all over the back of his hand. Mandy freezes, opens her eyes and stares deeply and intently at him. Antonio apologises with a charming little smile and glint in his eye. As she closes her eyes again Antonio raises the offending hand to his waiting mouth, eager to tease himself with the taste of her sweet pussy nectar. As the massage continues Antonio whispers into Mandy’s ear that he would like to try a new experimental technique on her. Something that will compliment the work he'd been doing earlier on her breasts. She hesitates as usual, and he starts to get a little frustrated with her. He looks straight into her eyes under the hypnotising spell of the candlelight. With a sincere tone in his voice he asks if she is enjoying the massage and, if she is she must trust him. Mandy has been enjoying this most unusual massage very much so far but she feels just a little inhibited and therefore somewhat hesitant. Not wanting the surprises to end Mandy ultimately agrees to allow him to try his new method. He walks away briefly and returns holding a small box.… it looks just like an ice cream container but Mandy isn’t exactly sure and she doesn’t ask.... she wants to trust Antonio and his new method. He takes Mandy’s hands and places them above her head. He tells her not to move them. He puts some of what is in the box on her nipples, it is cold and Mandy squirms. He starts to lick her nipples and squeeze her breasts like a hungry school boy. He teases her nipples and starts to gently bite them. With her eyes closed and in a trance Mandy is not afraid and is enjoying herself immensely. In the meantime he moves his free hand down to her soaking pussy. Mandy starts to object but he motions her to just lie back and relax. She decides not to resist and obeys without question. He plays with her pussy while licking her nipples. He can feel that Mandy is dripping wet. Antonio is getting horny and hard feeling her wet, juicy pussy between his roaming fingertips. Mandy has lost all pretence of shyness by now gets a little bold, asking if Antonio will allow her to "take charge" for a while. Antonio readily agrees, although it is the first time that something like this has ever happened with a client. She orders him to take off his pants. As she lies on the massage bed staring at him caressing her hardened nipples she notices his colourful boxer shorts.... she slides her hand inside to grasp his throbbing bulge. She feels him hardening even further as she pumps him slowly. Becoming more demanding she tells him to play with himself.... As ordered he takes out his cock with his boxers still on. He starts to rhythmically masturbate himself and Mandy gets even more turned on seeing him play like this for her. His cock grows and grows and Mandy fantasises that its the most beautiful cock that she has seen. She wants to taste it and asks Antonio if he would let her. Antonio ecstatically grants her the permission she knew would be hers.... At the thought of him in her mouth Mandy lets out a wicked little squeal. While Mandy is still lying on the bed he positions himself above her face and slowly begins to fuck her mouth. She sucks his balls and licks his cock greedily as he gets harder. He moves his cock in and out of her mouth. He likes the way her tongue strokes the back of his cock. He feels himself getting harder. Mandy puts her now oily hands on his ass and squeezes his firm butt cheeks as she continues to suck him off. As she massages his ass one finger slides down to his butt crack and without warning begins to slide it deep into his tight virginal butt hole. Her angelic sucking gets faster and faster as she drives her finger in and out of his butt. With all the willpower he can muster he pulls away and tells her that she has an incredible mouth ... he kisses her gently at first, then with passion... he loves the aftertaste of his cock on her lips and tongue. He tells Mandy that he has to finish the massage or she will not be completely relaxed and satisfied. Mandy agrees happily. He turns her over onto her stomach and starts to massage her ass, since that is the other place that he has missed. He starts to kiss and lick her ass greedily. He pushes her legs apart and fondles her clit. Her oozing pussy stares him beckoningly in the face. He closes his eyes and remembers that first taste of her wetness from the back of his hand.... Without hesitation he plunges his outstretched tongue deep into her hot, wet pussy. Like a man on a mission he starts to lap & lick her clit and moves his tongue skilfully up and down reaching her ass. He feels her love juices running down her inner thigh and over his chin. He can feel her pussy throbbing as his tongue continues to penetrate her love canal. He knows she loves the amazing attention her pussy is receiving. He pulls a previously hidden vibrator from his pocket and begins to rub it against her pussy, teasing her clit. Spreading her butt cheeks he starts to lick her ass while using the vibrator against her clit. He also starts to use the vibrator to fuck her soaking pussy. Mandy is moaning and groaning and she loves it. She cant take it anymore and lets out a shriek of pleasure as her pussy walls clamp tightly around the vibrator and an intense orgasm pulsates through her entire body. She shudders for what seems like minutes. Without removing the vibrator from her pussy Antonio orders Mandy onto all fours. She moans and tells him that she wants his tongue over her ass and clit some more. In a swift move she shuffles onto her knees thrusting her butt into the air with her head still planted in a soft pillow on the bed. He continues licking and licking her whilst plunging the vibrator even deeper and trying to suck every last drop from her pussy as her juices dribble down. Just when she thought she could take no more she feels the warm head of his penis begin to slowly edge its way inside her eagerly awaiting asshole. The vibrator still purring its magic inside her stretched pussy and against her throbbing clit. As his slippery knob buries itself right up to the hilt in her ass she grabs for the vibrator still lodged in her pussy and starts pumping it herself. Its almost more than she can take - a pleasure overload.... She isn't even sure if the whole episode is real any longer or just part of some incredibly kinky dream. The sounds of this sexy little princess approaching yet another orgasm pushes Antonio right to the edge of his own cumming.... She feels his strong masculine hands firmly grasping her hips thrusting her willing butt forward then back in ever faster movements.... With a deep sigh his rapidly rising cum bursts from his aching balls firing stream after stream of hot thick cum into her tight little ass. To her surprise she can actually feel his cum as it rapidly fills her ass - delivering an amazingly kinky warming sensation deep in her back passage. Like a chain reaction she feels her knees weaken as another incredible orgasm washes over her - close on the heels of Antonio's.... completely satiated she and Antonio collapse in a heap onto the massage bed.... As she drifts into a euphoric semi-conscious state she can still feel Antonio's rapidly softening cock buried in her ass.... Locked in placed by her ring that has clamped itself tightly around it!! The next thing she remembers is awakening as she is being lowered into a steaming hot bath.... Like the personal slaves of old, Antonio dutifully sponges down the Princess's entire body, taking his time to ensure no patch of her delicate skin misses out on the soothing caresses of the cloth.... As she lies in the calming water she knows she will return often for Antonio's "experimental massage techniques". The Masseuse I'm a masseuse but let me get one thing straight right from the start. I am fully qualified in both sports and relaxation massage. I'm also a lesbian so I specialise in massaging ladies only but until I met Sue I had never given a sexual massage to any of my clients. A few ladies have asked for sexual favours during a massage but I always say 'no' as one can't be too careful as they may be from the vice squad. And if anyone rings and asks, the answer is always a firm "no" and I will not let them make an appointment. Now to my story. I had been massaging Sue every Wednesday for about two months. She was lovely, very intelligent and easy to talk with, she had a great sense of humour and was good company. Divorced a couple of years ago she loved a massage after her regular Wednesday tennis games. Relaxing on my table also helped Sue to cope with the stress of bringing up two teenagers. Sue always wore a bikini for her massages and there was never any hint of her being under my hands for anything but massage. I am quite willing to admit that I was attracted to Sue but I had a personal rule to keep my sexuality a secret from my clients. This particular Wednesday Sue seemed very uptight and found it difficult to relax. She was very quiet, if my clients want to talk I will too. If they want peace with relaxing classical music then that's what they get, I have learnt to "go with the flow". I commenced Sue's massage as usual with my client lying on her tummy with her face comfortably settled in the head hole of the table. After pushing her long dark hair to one side I untied the back of her bikini top, applied the lavender scented oil and started to massage her back and shoulders. There was a lot of tension in her shoulders and I spent more time on them than normal, easing out the knots and relaxing the muscles. My hands carried out the familiar patterns up and down her spine, her sides and around the lower back, easing off as usual in the kidney area. I instructed her to take some deep breaths that helped her to relax. Following my regular pattern I retied her bikini top after wiping off the excess oil and then lowered her bikini bottom so that her buttocks were in view but her "private parts" were still out of sight. Sue likes a very firm massage of her buttocks and as I drove my knuckles into her lovely buns she gave a long moan. I asked her if she was ok and she nodded so I proceeded with my knuckles giving her gluteus maximus muscles a good work over. After covering her buttocks with the bikini panties I transferred my attention to her lovely, slim legs. Working my hands from her ankles to the top of her thighs I eased the tight muscles in her calves and thighs. Again I heard low moans as my hands came close to vee at the top of her legs, I noted the sounds but said nothing and pressed on. It was time for Sue to turn over and I signalled this to her in my usual way, the way I do with all my clients, with a light spank on her bum and the instruction, "Turn over please." Sue whispered, "Please do that again." Naturally my first thought was that she wanted some more massage so I replied, "Sure, where, on your back or legs?" To my utter surprise Sue replied, "No, not more massage, I want you to spank me again!" Well, you can imagine my amazement! I have had an interest in spanking and some of it's associated activities for many years. Some years ago I had a girlfriend who enjoyed a light spanking as a turn on before sex, and here I was being asked by a beautiful client to spank her! I moved up to the top of the table and Sue raised her head with a wan smile, but with a sparkle in her eyes. I asked her if she was serious and she said she sure was, her ex husband used to her spank her occasionally but never enough and her unusual needs were one of the reasons they split up. She went on to say that because she knew she could trust me after the last few months of massage she had decided to ask me, if I refused she would just leave and find another masseuse. Sue told me she was really badly in need of a good spanking and would I please give it to her! There was a tension-laden minute of silence in the room as I thought about her request. The wetness between my legs gave me my answer, when in doubt go with the flow! I smiled and nodded at Sue and moved back down the side of the table. I placed my hands on the bikini bottom, gently rubbing them over the contours of Sue's lovely arse. I continued the rubbing for a minute or so and you could almost feel the suspense in the room! A muffled "Please" came from the head of the table as I delayed the spanking for as long as I could. "Patience," I replied, "Good things come to those who wait." I continued my slow exploration of the lovely mounds, mounds that would soon be bouncing under my hands! Suddenly I raised my right hand and brought it down with a soft "smack". "Harder," Sue said, "And don't stop until I tell you!" Spanking harder was no problem for me; I raised my hand again and brought it down with a hard "whack". A sigh of pleasure came from Sue. Without pausing I repeated the spank on the other buttock, alternating my spanks as I warmed to the task. I stopped after about thirty firm spanks and took a deep breath, "Sue", I said firmly, "This spanking will be much better for you if your bottom is bare!" There was silence for about thirty tension filled seconds. Had I gone too far? "Oh yes, Trish, please!" Sue cried. My intuition was right again and I wondered how far I could go with the delightful Sue. Grinning to myself I slipped my hands under her bikini bottom where the warmth of her smooth skin was palpable to my touch. Slowly I caressed her beautiful buns, causing more moans from the very turned on lady on my table. Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased the bikini down off her lovely arse, marvelling as her pink coloured cheeks came into my view. Then I pulled the panties slowly down her thighs, knees, calves and finally completely off over her feet. Her feet were almost touching so I took an ankle in each hand and slowly eased them apart to near the corners of the table. As I moved back beside Sue my hands stayed on her legs, slowly sliding back up over her calves and lovely thighs before just grazing her pubic hair to rest once again on her blushing bum. Without warning I gave her a hard "whack" followed quickly by about 10 more hard spanks, alternating between each glowing cheek. There was a shriek from Sue, "Shit, that hurt, but I love it, keep going." I needed no urging as I was enjoying this as much as Sue. I kept up the pressure, spanking firmly and regularly and moving my spanks down to her upper thighs. Sue was now moaning and gasping with nearly each loud whack. She was squirming on the table and I had to place my left hand in the middle of her back to try and keep her still. My hand was really stinging now and her arse was glowing a lovely shade of pink. I glanced at the clock to realise that my next client was due in about fifteen minutes and gave her six really hard final spanks on her lovely arse. "We have to finish soon Sue, I have another client in quarter of an hour, roll over please." I said as I untied the bows of her bikini top. As Sue turned over onto her back I removed her bikini top to release her beautiful breasts to my gaze and my hands. Sue lay there with her eyes shining brightly and a broad grin on her face. I applied some oil to her breasts and gave them a firm massage; squeezing the soft flesh and making the nipples stand up hard. "Please Trish, before you finish……………" Sue was unable to finish her request. "What would you like me to do?" I asked innocently. "Use you fingers, make me cum pleeeeeeeaaasse!" Sue pleaded, "And do it quickly, I'm on fire!" I let go of my long-held resolution of never to get involved with a client. I could not resist Sue's demand so once again my hands spread Sue's legs apart. Her pussy was very wet as I slid two fingers of my right hand in as far as they would go. I moved the fingers in and out, building her up quickly to what was going to be a great orgasm. Sue was writhing around on the table, moaning with pleasure, and when I added a third finger she just about took off. My left hand at first steadied her and then rubbed her clit as the right hand masturbated her lovely tight pussy. "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!" Sue cried loudly as the powerful climax juddered through her body. I was grateful that the room was soundproofed as she arched her back before collapsing on the massage table. Sue lay grinning at me as she gasped air into lungs while I used a towel to wipe the excess oil and perspiration from her body. "What happened here today must always be our secret." I said as I helped Sue to sit with her legs dangling over the side of the massage table. "Oh yes of course." Sue panted. "Thank you so much, I needed a spanking so badly. I'm so glad I asked you and I'm so glad you did what you did, can I come again?" "Not right now," I replied with a grin as I held out my arms in an invitation to hug. Sue giggled at my joke as she opened her arms to me. A shudder ran through both our bodies as our breasts pressed together and we held each other tight. As our hug ended I could not resist holding Sue's head between my hands and planting a soft kiss on her irresistible lips. As our lips parted I was overwhelmed as I felt Sue's arms wrap around my neck and pull me back into a long deep kiss. "Oh God, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." Sue gasped. "I had no idea you were……..." My words were stopped by another long deep sexy kiss that was broken by the sound of the buzzer announcing the arrival of my next client. "Damn, damn, for once she turns up on time." I swore. "Quick, you'll have to dress." "Yes, yes of course." Sue said with regret as she jumped off the table. "Can I phone you tonight Trish? There is so much I want to talk about." "Yes, please phone me." I said as I changed the towels on the table while Sue slipped into her tee shirt and tennis skirt. "I won't be needing these again." Sue giggled as she pushed her bikini into her bag. "I wish you could stay." I said as I smoothed out the towels on the table. We embraced once more and kissed again, a kiss that somehow promised many erotic times ahead. I reluctantly broke our embrace and move over to open the door. "My bum's still stinging," she whispered to me just before she left the room, "See you soon," She added loudly for the benefit of the waiting client, "And thanks for a wonderful massage." "Goodbye Sue, see you next week." I called as I motioned the next client to come into the massage room. I must admit I had trouble concentrating on my work for the rest of the day as images of Sue's body and the sexy kisses flashed constantly in my head. I waited impatiently for the phone call that evening and was so glad when Sue finally rang around 8.30pm. Sue thanked me once again for the spanking and told me that she hadn't felt so happy and stress free for years. I told her that I was strictly into girls only and that today was the first time I had ever become involved with a massage client. I asked her if she had any experience with other women and she told me of a time she got drunk with a girl friend during their last year at high school. They had kissed a little and felt each other's breasts through their clothes. Sue had been eager to go a lot further but her girlfriend freaked out and they stopped. Since that day Sue had fantasised regularly about lesbian love all through her marriage until our amazing time together today. My eager friend asked if we could spend some time together before next Wednesday and in a flash of inspiration I asked if she could have dinner with me one night? Luckily her two kids were spending the following weekend at their father's so Sue and I made a date for six o'clock Saturday night at my place. After some further chat and lots of giggles Sue had to leave to help a daughter with some homework so we reluctantly finished our conversation. The next couple of days passed slowly as I eagerly waited for the weekend to arrive. I did not have any Saturday appointments so I was able to prepare the dinner and get the house ready by mid afternoon. I showered and was relaxing on my bed in my silk robe around four o'clock when the front doorbell rang. I opened the door and was surprised to see Sue standing there with a worried look on her face, wringing her hands nervously. "I'm sorry Trish, I, I couldn't wait any longer." Sue stammered. "Hey it's ok Sue, come on in." I thought she was going to burst into tears. I closed the door behind Sue; held my arms open and the lovely lady fell into my embrace. I hugged her tight then led her into the living room where we sat closely with my right arm around her shoulders. "Nervous honey?" I asked. "Oh God Trish, I've been so jumpy and edgy the last two days." Sue gave me a wan smile. "I think the kids were glad to go to their father's for once." "Well just relax, there's no pressure on you here, ok? How about a glass of wine to calm you a little?" "Oh that would be wonderful, thanks so much." I jumped to my feet and moved quickly to the kitchen where I opened a cold bottle of Chardonnay. I returned to the living room with two cold glasses of wine and sat down beside my nervous friend. We stayed quiet with our own thoughts as we sipped the wine but I could sense Sue slowly relax as she emptied her glass. "Feeling better?" I smiled as I placed the empty glasses on a side table. "Yes, thank you." Sue said with a slightly forced smile, "But I'll be much better once……………." "How about we don't wait until after dinner?" I suggested as I opened the top of my robe and exposed the tops of my breasts. "Oh pleeeease, could we?" Sue sighed with her eyes glued on my cleavage. I turned sideways on the sofa and opened my arms wide. Sue moaned as she fell into my embrace and we kissed passionately. It had been too long since I had loved another woman and it felt wonderful to know that this was this sexy lady's first time. Our kisses grew longer and I could feel my nipples harden along with the familiar wetness in my pussy. I broke our embrace and held my excited lover at arm's length. "Come into my bedroom baby." Sue jumped quickly to her feet, held out a hand to me and I led her the short distance to my bedroom. We stopped and as we embraced beside the bed I could feel the tightness in Sue's shoulder muscles. Our lips met again in a long sexy kiss with our tongues exploring each other's mouth. "Undress me darling." I said as our kiss ended and I took a step back. "I'm showered, clean and all yours." Sue moaned as her shaking hands reached out and after a little fumbling she managed to untie the bow of my silk robe. "Ohhhhh Trish, you're shaved!" Sue hissed as my robe fell open exposing my breasts and shaven pussy. "All the better for you to lick my dear." I giggled as I jumped onto the middle of the bed and spread my legs wide apart. "Come on darling, make your dreams come true." Sue stood beside the bed with her breasts heaving under her tee shirt and her feet seemingly glued to the floor. I realised that I was rushing things too quickly and that nervousness had suddenly overcome Sue's desire. I wriggled over to the edge of the bed and placed my hands on her shoulders as she stared down at the floor. "Hey darling it's gonna be ok." I said as I stroked a hand gently down the side of her face. "We can go as slow as you like, or just have dinner, if that's what you want." "I want to Trish, I really do." Sue whispered. "It's just…………." "It's only natural to be frightened baby." I said as I gently caressed her neck. "You have fantasised for so long, just take some deep breaths, I understand, I really do." My hand slipped under Sue's chin and I tilted her head until she could see my eyes. "Would you…………..?" Sue bit her bottom lip as the question was left unfinished as she gazed directly at my breasts. "Of course baby." I said as stood up, guided Sue to sit on the bed and grasped the hem of her tee shirt. "First how about we get this off?" Sue nodded and raised her arms in the air to help me pull the tee shirt over her head. I smiled encouragement and kissed her forehead as my arms went around her back and unclipped the bra. I tossed the bra aside and Sue shivered as her lovely breasts fell free, then I squatted and smiled up at my nervous friend as I pulled the sandals from her feet. "Stand up for a sec baby." I whispered as I stood and held out my arms. Sue followed my request and fell into my embrace as our naked breasts squashed together for the first time. "Mmmmmm I can feel your heart beating next to mine darling." I sighed as I ran my fingertips down her spine and under the elastic of her skirt. "Damn you smell so good baby." I could feel the shiver that ran through Sue's body as I my hands moved around under the elastic to rest on her hips. I said a silent little prayer as my fingers found the top of her panties and with one movement I pushed the skirt and panties down to the floor. Sue's knees buckled but I managed to stop her with a push that sent her lying back on the bed. I stood looking down at her with my hands on my hips and said in a mock serious tone. "Hey if you faint I'll have to give you mouth to mouth." For the first time that night Sue giggled, "Maybe fainting is a good idea." "I'd much rather have you awake." I said as I clambered onto the bed and leant back against the pillows. I smiled, held my arms out and whispered, "Come here baby, come suck my teats." "Ohhh Trish." Sue sighed as she moved slowly towards me with her tongue tentatively licking her lips. "It's been my dream…….." "Hush baby." I whispered as I guided her into my arms and held her like a child. "You suck my nipples, they are hard and aching for your touch." Sue moaned and her eyes closed as I guided her open mouth to my left nipple. My nipples have always been very sensitive and I'm sure that if I ever had babies that I would orgasm as they sucked their milk. I started to hum a tune as I could feel and see Sue's body gradually relaxing as her dream started to come true. How lucky I was to have the trust of this beautiful lady who had been sexually frustrated for far too long. Sue's eyes opened with a new sparkle as I gently changed her lips to my aching right nipple. My gaze ran the length of her body, the body I knew so well from the massages and that I would soon be exploring intimately. I had the thought that Sue and I were bonding emotionally as she sucked contentedly at my breast. That thought was reinforced as Sue released my nipple and looked up at me with shining eyes. "Oh Trish, that's the first time I've ever……………….." Sue paused as she tried to find the right words. A few tears ran slowly down her cheeks as she continued, "I was an orphan, never knew my mother…………………." I hugged my emotional new friend against my breasts. "Oh darling, anytime you want to suck my teats, just ask, ok?" I slid down off the pillows and lay beside Sue as she nodded her reply. As I propped myself up on an elbow my free hand brushed some of Sue's dark hair back before I leant over and kissed her forehead. Sue's smile was so much more relaxed as I moved a little lower in the bed and licked the salty marks left by the tears. Our lips met once again in a slow sexy kiss that sent a tremor of renewed anticipation through both our bodies. We smiled at each other as our kiss broke and I pushed myself into a kneeling position. Again I leant forward and after a kiss on her cheek I ran the tip of my tongue over her cheekbone and down her neck. Sue moaned and turned her head aside enabling me to cheekily push the tip of my tongue into her ear. I heard her giggle as my teeth nipped on her ear lobe before my lips worked their way down her neck with little kisses. The Masseuse I raised my head and looked directly into Sue's glistening eyes as she nodded her silent reply to my unspoken question. My excited dark-haired friend was now relaxed and ready for me to continue. My sexy playmate moaned as I lowered my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. I felt one of Sue's hands on the back of my head as my left hand found and squeezed the wonderful firmness of her left breast while my teeth nipped on the hard little bud of her right. As I played with Sue's breasts I could not resist reaching down with my right hand and caressing my fingertips over her hips and down the outside of her slim thigh. "Ohhhhhhhhhh Trish!" I released the nipple from my mouth and looked up at the beseeching expression on Sue's face. "Pleeeeeeeaaasse……….." Sue pleaded. My tongue resumed it trip down Sue's body, teasing her navel before continuing slowly down over her tummy. Then I veered away from her pubes and licked down the left thigh before stopping near the knee. I licked sensuously up the inside of Sue's left thigh but then slid my tongue away just before touching the pubic hair. I waited a short time before moving my finger tips into her pubes, where I quickly found her labia and spread her lips wide apart. "Mmmmmmm oh Sue," I sighed. "You smell so good, here we go baby." I trailed the tip of my tongue around the labia and Sue's hips rose to my mouth as I played with the clitoris and labia before placing my lips right over the slit and kissing gently. Sue moaned loudly as I ran my tongue up and down the layers of the pussy flesh, and then I started tongue fucking my new friend, pushing my tongue in and out of her dripping vagina. I glanced up to see beads of perspiration forming on Sue's face and her fingers gripping the sheets as her climax approached. She was gasping for air and making unintelligible noises as her shuddering body was suddenly swept with an emotional and powerful orgasm. Sue's body arched off the bed and then crashed down as I slipped two fingers into her pussy and slowly but surely finger fucked her to another screaming climax as my tongue and lips played on her hard little clitoris. Finally I removed my fingers and lifted my face from my lover's sopping pussy. Sue's eyes were closed as I moved up and lay beside her. She was gasping in air as miniature climaxes continued to sweep through her limp body. "Open your eyes sweetie." I whispered as Sue's moaning slowly quietened. Sue opened her eyes and smiled weakly, blinking as the late afternoon sun shone brightly through the windows. I propped myself up on an elbow smiling down at Sue as I wiped off some of the perspiration with tissues. "Kiss me baby", I said as I lowered my lips to my novice lover's. As our lips met Sue tasted her own juices on the lips and tongue of her first lady lover. "Feel like you can put some words together yet?" I asked with a grin as I lay down and we hugged. Sue nodded. "I'I think so Trish. Wow that was so powerful, you were amazing." I laughed. "So pleased you enjoyed it my love, I've had a little practice so it comes easily." "When I just relaxed and let myself go it seemed so natural, even after all my doubts and fears." Sue smiled then added nervously, "I hope I can do the same for you." "Just relax for a while baby." I said as I stroked Sue's hair. "I know you'll be great, you just start when you're ready, there is no rush, we have plenty of time." "Just give me a couple of minutes lover girl." "Lover girl, he he, that sounds lovely." I giggled, then lay back and stayed silent. After nearly five minutes of silence I had a flash of inspiration as I realised that Sue was again battling her demons and having a mental struggle to get started. I quickly knelt up beside Sue and said, "Hon, would you like me to help you, to be in control?" A look of relief came over Sue's face and then with a tone of embarrassment she nodded and said, "You are so clever Trish, I have always been a bit submissive when it comes to sex." I flashed Sue a reassuring smile and with a quick movement turned and climbed over her wonderful body, positioning myself to straddle the lovely breasts. I slowly bent my knees until I was sitting on Sue's chest in the traditional sixty-nine position with my arse and vagina only inches from my new friend's mouth. "Oh yes Trish, make me love you." Sue whispered excitedly as she gazed at my damp and shining pussy. They were the last intelligible words to be heard from Sue's mouth for a while as I carefully manoeuvred my bottom back almost to her chin. "Come on Sue, eat me, make me cum." I instructed as I reached back, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face up into my arse crack. "Mmmmmfffffggggg." Sue moaned as her lips tasted the unfamiliar tang of my vaginal juices. "Oh yes, that's it baby." I cried encouragingly as Sue's tongue tentatively explored between my labia. I let go of the handful of hair and leant forward a little to allow Sue a little breathing space. I felt her hands hold her my hips as she guided me into the best position. Sue rested her head on the bed for a few seconds as she gazed at the unusual sight of my arse and pussy. Her tongue licked around her lips before pushing once again into the folds of my vagina. Sue could hear me urging her on and moaning with pleasure as she moved her head back and forward. I was sure that Sue loved the taste of my juices as they ran down into and around her mouth while she worked with determination to bring me to orgasm. As she felt my body shaking with passion Sue lay her head back on the bed and rested for a short time as I moaned with frustration. "C'mon darling, pleeeeaassee." I implored my novice lover. I thought I heard Sue take some deep breaths before I felt her tongue playing again in my pussy. "Yeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss! Right there!" I yelled as Sue's tongue found my clitoris. My long awaited climax started to rush like a train without brakes down a steep slope. My fists grasped the sheets and I screamed as a wonderfully powerful orgasm flooded through my figure. My trembling body collapsed onto Sue's as ripples of pleasure swept along my body like little waves on a beach. I managed to push myself sideways off Sue's body and I lay panting and moaning on the sheet with my eyes closed. I felt Sue move so we were lying in the same direction and I opened my eyes to see her watching me with a look of uncertainty. I wriggled close, hugged Sue and whispered, "That was amazing Suze, what a quick learner you are." Sue relaxed and a wonderful smile brightened her face. "Thank you for taking over, I just, sort of, ah froze…….." "You were wonderful, I had a great cum." I said as I reached out and brushed back some damp hair before placing my hand at the back of her head. I guided her head forward for our lips to meet in a long, soft sensual kiss and we lay nuzzling and cuddling each other for some time. I was pleased to feel Sue's fingertips exploring the curves of my body as we lay together on the damp sheets. A rumble in my tummy reminded me of the time. "Hey, I don't know about you but I could do with some food." "Oh dinner, yes that's what I came here for." Sue giggled as she lay contentedly back on the bed. "You rest there for a few minutes, I hope you like Italian." I said as I hopped off the bed. "Italian is great." Sue giggled again. "Some day I'd like to try Greek." I grinned at Sue's little joke and headed for the bathroom to freshen up before preparing the dinner. I was attending to the salad after placing the pasta in boiling water when Sue came into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw that, like her, I was still unclothed as I stood in front of the kitchen bench. I was very pleased when Sue moved to stand right behind me with her breasts pressing against my back. I shivered as she wrapped her arms around me and tentatively placed a hand over each of my breasts. "Mmmmmm that feels nice." I said as Sue gently fondled my breasts. "I want you to touch me whenever you like sweetie." "Oh I will darling Trish, you can be sure of that." Sue whispered as she nuzzled and kissed my neck. Another shiver ran through my body as Sue started to kiss her way slowly down my spine. I moved the salad and knife to one side as Sue knelt on the floor as her lips moved lower and her hands slid over my tummy and onto my hips. I braced my hands against the edge of the bench as my sexy lover's hands moved onto my arse cheeks and spread them wide apart. 'Surely she's not going to?' flashed through my mind as Sue ran her tongue up and down my crack before pushing the tip against my anus. I yelped with surprise as her tongue rimmed around my rosebud and then pushed itself hard against the puckered hole. I was in heaven as Sue's tongue licked, kissed and played between my spread buttocks. She would trace circles around my anus then push the tip of her tongue hard up against my back passage. My body started to shake as her lips kissed my perineum where no doubt she could taste the juices dripping from my pussy. Sue was making appreciative 'mmmmm's' and 'ooooh's' as she pleasured what I consider to be the most intimate and arousing part of my body. "Oh yeeeeeeeess!" I suddenly shrieked loudly. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I collapsed forward over the kitchen bench as my body juddered violently with an unexpected climax as Sue's tongue continued to play in my arse hole. I was grateful to feel Sue's hands holding my hips as my shaking legs would not have supported me. I was aware of Sue's tongue giving a few last long licks up and down my arse crack before she stood and assisted me off the bench. "My God, where did you learn to do that?" I gasped as I turned and fell into the arms of my wonderful new lover. "I've honestly never done that before, I just wanted to surprise you." Sue giggled loudly before asking in a slightly worried tone, "You did like it, didn't you Trish?" "I love it you naughty brat, you just took me by surprise. Oh God my legs are so wobbly." Sue assisted me over to sit on a kitchen stool and we kissed once again before she took over the preparation of dinner. "You're brat loves to cook." Sue said as she sliced a couple of tomatoes for the salad. "You just rest there and I'll finish the salad." The change in Sue was remarkable from her early arrival not that long ago. The stress and worry was gone and her face glowed with happiness with a radiant smile. I smiled as I watched my sexy lover bounce gleefully around the kitchen and found myself really looking forward to the night ahead. As Sue dished out the meals I quickly set the table and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge. "Hungry?" Sue asked. "In more ways than one sweetie." I replied with a giggle as I poured the wine. "Mmmmmm me too lover." Sue said as she set the plates onto the table. We sat opposite each other and chatted like friends who had known each other for years. We discussed Sue's spanking interests and she was thrilled when I said we must explore all her fantasies thoroughly. "Just be honest and don't be ashamed to tell me anything at all, even if it seems crazy to you. I won't judge you honey, if I don't want to do something I'll say so and we will just move on, ok?" "You don't know what it means to hear those words." Sue said with a long sigh of relief. "Until I started to search on the computer I though I was crazy." "A lot of kinky people out there?" I asked with a grin. Sue blushed and shook her head from side to side. "Oh my, is there ever, I thought I was kinky but……..well enough said." I smiled as I felt one of Sue's legs rub up against mine under the table. "That feels nice, there's something about another woman's touch." "Oh God, tell me about it." Sue looked at the ceiling and rolled her eyes. "After every one of your massages I've had to rush home and ummm, you know." "Tell me Sue." I demanded quietly but firmly. "Give me the details." "Ohhh ummm well ok." Sue gave me a nervous smile and continued. "Honesty eh? Well I like to have a long shower to get the oil off me so I use the massage head of the shower hose, you know?" "Details, brat, details." "Ohhhh, I umm sit on the floor in a corner with my legs wide apart. I use my fingers as well as the massaging water and I pretend the fingers are yours." Sue paused and grinned. "And I cum, after having your hands all over me, oh boy do I cum." "That's better, see it wasn't too hard was it. Do you have a vibrator?" "No I don't, I haven't been game enough to go into a shop." Sue replied ruefully. "Then one day we will go into town to Blyss, it's a girls only sex shop. I'm sure you will find a few things to take home." "Oh my god, that would be wonderful, I've always wanted to try a………." Sue stopped and blushed bright red but continued when she saw the look of annoyance on my face. "Ummm, a butt plug." "Good girl, I'd love to fit a plug up that lovely little arse of yours sometime soon, and a strapon too." I grinned at Sue's open-mouthed expression as I reached over for her empty plate. "I did get that little remark about trying Greek you know. Now you just sit there while I go and get a special dessert for you." Sue beamed as I cleared the plates and glasses from the dining room table and took them into the kitchen. I soon returned carrying a tray with a lace towel covering the contents. Sue looked both excited and intrigued as I walked around the table and stood next to her. "A special dessert for my lovely brat." I said as I bowed and presented the tray to her. Sue took hold of the lace towel and lifted it off the tray. She squealed with delight as an old fashioned timber-backed hairbrush was revealed. "God, how did you know?" Sue asked in wonderment as she stroked the smooth wooden back. "It's beautiful." "It was my grandmother's." I explained. "I just took a calculated guess that a spanker, or should I say spankee like you would like to try it on your backside." "Ohhhhh yes I've tried my Mason Pearson at home by myself, it was good but…….." "Frustrating?" Sue nodded as she continued to examine the hairbrush. "Frustrating is definitely the word." "Come on darling, come with me to the massage room." I said as I held out a hand to my excited new friend. Hand in hand we walked the short distance to the familiar room where I had already made preparations. Apart from a largish cushion the table was empty of towels so Sue could lie directly on the leather. I took Sue in my arms and whispered as we hugged tightly, "This will sting a lot more than my hand did honey, so if it gets too much for you use a safe word. Call out 'amber' if you want me to ease up and 'red' if you want me to stop immediately, understand?" "Oh yes I've read about them, amber and red." Sue replied excitedly as her knees buckled and a shiver travelled the length of her sexy figure. "Easy baby, easy." I said as I helped Sue onto the table where she lay face down over the cushion. "Ohhhhhhhh God Trish, the leather smells so good and I'm so wet, pleeeeeaaassse!" "Shhhhhhh baby." I purred as I stroked my left hand down her back and around her lovely bottom. Sue moaned as I settled my hand in the centre of her back while my right hand rubbed the back of the hairbrush over her bum. I raised the brush a few inches and brought it down with a soft smack against the pale white skin. Sue remained silent as I warmed up her skin by patting the brush all over her lovely moons. Slowly I increased the pressure of the smacks to appreciative noises from Sue. This was the first time I had ever used the brush for spanking and, despite the safe words, I was very wary of using too much force. "Harder please Trish!" Sue's words amazed me but I answered her request with a hard whack on each cheek. "Ouch! Owww! Yes that's it!" Sue cried loudly. The white skin turned to pink as I paddled the hairbrush firmly on Sue's receptive bottom. I loved the way her flesh bounced with each application of the smooth hard timber as I really warmed to my task. Some harder spanks had the pink skin turning to light red as I continued to take the hairbrush to Sue's lovely backside. "Remember the code word." I said as I continued to spank. Sue nodded her head vigorously that she knew the code word but the only sounds coming from her were the 'Oooohs, Aaahs' and little screams of pain and delight as the hairbrush rose and fell. Both her cheeks were now a bright red and Sue was wriggling so much I was having trouble keeping her over the cushion. Her slim legs were kicking with each whack and I was glad that the room was sound proofed even though my neighbours were not close. "Oh God!" Sue suddenly shrieked, "Amber Trish, amber." I slowed my spanking and made sure that each spank was a similar force. After four more hard spanks on each cheek Sue's body began to shake and in a flash of inspiration I stopped spanking and thrust the handle of the hairbrush into her pussy. "Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" I was amazed at the power of Sue's orgasm as her body stiffened then shook violently before collapsing back down onto the table. I pulled the cushion out from under her trembling body as she moaned loudly while her body continued to tremble on the table. My hands stroked her back and legs until she calmed enough for me to roll her over onto her back. I was surprised and concerned to see tears trickling down Sue's cheeks as she lay sniffling on the leather table. I grabbed some tissues and wiped the tears away as Sue gazed directly at my breasts and then smiled weakly at me. I cupped my hands under my breasts and silently offered them to my weepy friend. As fresh tears formed in her eyes Sue just nodded and opened her mouth as I slipped a hand under head and guided her mouth to my right nipple. "Suck me darling, suck me." I crooned as I rocked gently while holding Sue to my breast. I wondered if Sue simply had a breast fetish or was there something more powerful happening subconsciously for my weepy new lover? Perhaps I was substituting in some way for the long lost mother Sue had never known? I shrugged the theories away and determined to assist and love Sue in a way she had only dreamed of until now. "What can I say?" Sue suddenly said as she released my nipple from her mouth and smiled weakly at me. "You are the most loving person I have ever met." I leant forward and kissed her lips gently before wiping away the last tears with fresh tissues. "Let me help you to my bed." I said as I straightened and held out my arms. "My bum still stings." Sue giggled as she eased herself up to sit on the massage table. "I'm not surprised darling." I replied as I helped her off the table and supported her with an arm around her waist. "That was some spanking." "It's what I needed, so much." Sue said as we staggered into my bedroom where I helped her to lie down on my bed. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I said as I gave Sue a quick kiss before heading for the door. "Don't be long Trish." "You can bet on it sweetie." I called back as I headed for the kitchen. Three minutes later I walked back into my bedroom carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. I was a little surprised to see Sue with a finger deep in her pussy. "Insatiable little brat aren't you?" I said as stopped near the doorway. "No, no, I wasn't playing," Sue said hurriedly, "I was just comparing my taste to yours." "Ahhhhhh I see," I said as moved close to the bed and passed a mug to Sue. "And is there a difference?" "I think so, a little, I'll have to do some more comparison." Sue said with a giggle. "Ohhhhhh hot chocolate, yummy thank you sweetie." We sat silently side by side as we leant back against the head of the bed and sipped on the hot chocolate. Since I had started massaging full time I had often wondered if I would ever meet a soul mate? Nearly five years had passed and now, when I least expected it, Sue had suddenly come into my life. I had fancied her since the day we met and now we were lovers sitting comfortably side by side. I said a silent prayer that I have finally found a long-term partner with whom to share my life. The Masseuse "A penny for your thoughts." Sue suddenly broke the silence. "I was thinking how lucky I am to have found you and I hope that today is the start of a long relationship." "You were?" Sue cried with delight, "Oh that would be wonderful, I can't describe how I feel right now." "Probably a lot of relief would be my guess." I said as I took Sue's empty mug and placed it with mine on the bedside table. "Relief is right, but I feel as if a load has somehow been taken off my shoulders." Sue said with a long sigh. "I just feel so happy, so alive." She stopped and kissed my cheek. "When I wake in the morning and find you beside me I'll know that this is not a dream." We fell into a close embrace, hugging and kissing as Sue experienced her first day of lesbian love. I was happy to lie in my lover's arms, content and relaxed with the way the day had turned out but Sue had other ideas. I giggled as Sue nibbled on an ear lobe before whispering, "Trish darling, it's too early to sleep, can I, ummm pleasure you, please?" "Of course sweetie, I told you I'm available anytime. You want me on my tummy?" I asked hopefully as I recalled the arse play before dinner. The tip of Sue's tongue tickled in the hollow of my ear before she whispered, "No, on your back please darling." Sue made a little more room for me and I wriggled into a comfortable position in the centre of the bed with my arms and legs spread-eagled. "You are so beautiful." Sue sighed as she knelt beside me. "Close your eyes please my love." "What happened to my submissive lover?" I asked with a smile before I closed my eyes. "Oh she's still here." Sue giggled just before I felt her lips met mine in a soft gentle kiss. "God I love kissing you, now just relax lovely Trish, let me love you." I could still feel Sue's breath on my cheek and then her lips landed gently and kissed my left eye lid. This was a first for me and it felt so sensual as little butterfly kisses fell on both my eyes. The trail of kisses traced their way down my cheekbone and onto my neck where Sue licked and kissed her slowly down towards my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden even more as Sue shifted a little lower in the bed without her lips leaving my skin. I was tingling with anticipation as the tip of Sue's tongue traced circles around the aureole of my right breast without actually touching my nipple. My lover's lips moved across to my left breast with light butterfly kisses that further teased and aroused. The tip of her tongue traced around the nipple before licking down the curve of my breast and onto my tummy. A short ticklish exploration of my belly button that had me squirming and giggling was followed by more licks and kisses down to just above my hairless slit. "Oh baby, you are so good." I purred encouragingly as I sneaked a peak at my lover. "Shhhhhhhhhhh my darling." Sue whispered as she raised her head and teased me further by pursing her lips and blowing air onto my pussy. "Close your eyes naughty girl." I closed my eyes as my anticipation was replaced by frustration as Sue moved lower on the bed. The touch of her fingertips down the inside of my left thigh was feather-like until her hands gripped the ankle and raised the leg off the bed. I heard Sue emit a quiet moan and then I felt the flat of her tongue lick slowly along the bottom of my foot from the ankle to the toes. This was a first for me and I would never have guessed that having my feet licked could be so sensual. My breasts were rising and falling as I breathed deeply while the lovely Sue licked the bottom of my foot as if it was an ice cream. "You like that lover?" Sue whispered between licks. "Ohhh God yes darling, I've never, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" My words were cut short as I felt Sue's lips surround my big toe as she sucked it into her mouth. My eyes flew open to see Sue's gleaming eyes looking at me as she sucked my big toe as if it was a male cock. Without taking the toe from her mouth Sue lowered my leg back onto the bed then guided my legs together so my feet were side by side. The next ten or so minutes were among the most sexually amazing that I have ever experienced as Sue made oral love to my feet. I was in heaven as her tongue licked and kissed slowly and oh so sensually over and around the tops, sides and bottoms of both my feet. My lover kept glancing at me to see my reactions while taking time to suck each toe individually while murmuring little 'oooohs and mmmms' of appreciation. I could feel my climax approaching rapidly and wanted Sue's mouth to be on my vagina but this was not to be. My wicked lover's hands held my feet together and with her eyes watching my response she lowered her mouth over both my big toes and started to suck. My body erupted into an amazingly powerful orgasm that arched my back off the bed as my hands grasped handfuls of the sheet. Sue jumped and stopped sucking with her mouth open in surprise as she watched my reaction. As I moaned loudly and my body shuddered violently Sue grinned and resumed the wonderful sucking of my toes. "Please baby." I managed to gasp as I pointed my fingers at my pussy. "Ohhhhh yes." Sue purred as she spread my ankles and knelt quickly between my shaking legs. I closed my eyes again as I felt one of Sue's fingers wet itself in my pussy and immediately probe my rosebud. I automatically relaxed my sphincter and moaned loudly as Sue pushed the finger slowly into my arse. I have always loved arse play and I was amazed at the way this novice girl knew how to treat another lady. As the finger pushed in and out of my rectum I felt Sue's lips and tongue on my pussy. My wonderful lover's eager tongue soon found my clit and a few seconds later I screamed as another powerful climax vibrated through my quivering body. My back arched off the bed then I collapsed back down onto the damp sheets. I was moaning and gasping air into my lungs as Sue kissed her way up my trembling body and lay down beside me. She kissed my cheek, jumped off the bed, ran into the bathroom and soon returned with a damp face cloth and a towel. With great care my smiling new lover wiped the perspiration from my face and still shaking figure. "Are you sure this is your first time with another woman?" I managed to gasp after a few minutes. Sue nodded vigorously and grinned, "I promise Trish, today was my first." "Darling, you are amazing." I smiled up at Sue's delighted expression. "I have read so many lesbian stories on the computer," Sue explained. "I guess you were the right girl to make my fantasies come true." Sue paused and looked serious; "I do love to please people Trish." I held my arms wide apart and replied, "Well you sure pleased me darling, if you'll excuse the language, I feel absolutely fucked, in the best possible way." Sue laughed and fell into my arms where we cuddled and swapped tender loving kisses. "Oh I'm suddenly so tired." I said as I yawned loudly. "Sleep time." Sue said as she reached over and turned off the bedside light. "I'm so glad I don't have to go home to tonight." "Mmmm me too darling." I said as I turned onto my right side. "It will be lovely to wake and shower with you." "Ohhhhh shower." Sue shivered as she snuggled into my back. "My love will you shave me in the morning?" "It will be my pleasure honey." I said as Sue's left hand settled on my left breast as she hugged me. "Ahhhh that's nice, goodnight lover girl." "Goodnight darling Trish and thank you so much." Sue kissed my neck, pulled the sheet over us and it wasn't long before she settled into a deep contented sleep. I lay awake for some time with my mind running over what had taken place with Sue since Wednesday's massage. 'What a wonderful world it can be at times' I thought before I happily drifted off to sleep. THE END The Masseuse If you wish to, feel fee to go straight down (sic) to the proverbial good parts. Back in school ("in the day") it was the Henry Miller pages with the turned down corners. Here, it is indicated by an underlined Episode Title. If you are interested in how these real life adventures came to be, please read this short preface. While it is unlikely to get you terribly aroused, it will explain the context of these adventures and, therefore, hopefully increase the titillation factor, as it were. Preface There was a time, here on Literotica, when I was writing a lot of stories. They were all fantasies and mostly dealt with incest as a theme... But to be brutally honest (forgive me, oh reader!), my interest was really in sexual relations with younger women. Incest seemed to me a realistic and rational, if perverted, scenario for why a young women would be in a sexual relationship with a older man rapidly approaching 60 years of age (gee, it even makes me cringe to write my age down!). Hey, whatever! It worked! There were a surprising number of women here who found the subject... hmmmm... arousing. Naughty, naughty! Pull down your panties and Daddy will spank... wait... I almost got off the subject here. At the time I wrote these stories, work and life had conspired to keep me working on the West Coast while my wife worked in the East. Over time, it just seemed as if our trips back and forth became more and more infrequent. Life had left me very lonely and... horny. As a direct result of writing my first story, I began receiving feedback and had subsequent online correspondences with many younger women (actually, they were all younger and only a few who could be even vaguely be called contemporaries!). A number of these resulted in relationships of a sort involving chat sex, phone sex, etc.. The intensity of these relationships even brought me back to writing poetry as well as even more Literotica stories. I met some really amazing women here at Literotica, some barely 20, some in their 30's and 40's. My relationships expanded into webcam sex sessions. I got to tell you, masturbation just doesn't get any better then what I was routinely having. But masturbation is... well... still masturbation. It is one of life's little ironies, that around this time (and before any of the "on-line" relationships became "real") I began to work for a large multi-national oil company in Siberia, the city of Omsk, Russia to be exact. Whatever you may think now about being "sent to Siberia", forget it! Suddenly and most unexpectedly, fantasies of sex with younger women began to actually happen in real life. I quickly became involved with a beautiful 22 year old girl... And there I was, actually doing what I had fantasized about for so long. Both my online and real life behavior, however, was just a symptom of the loneliness and depression I was feeling in my life. Fantasies are fine... but when they begin to take over your life, you have a problem. I began to engage in all kinds and much unhealthier (at least for me and to my mind) sexual activities. I was routinely chasing women both in Russia and Online wherever I could find them. In addition to the women I met socially in dance clubs, etc., I regularly had sex with prostitutes (an aesthetic and monetary bargain in that part of the world, it must be said.)(And far from the "crack whore" stereotype I had long associated with the profession) as well as my ever expanding list of online relationships. For over three years, I had outrageous sexual experiences. I had sex with women on web cam for the entertainment of my online "friends". I had sex with multiple partners. I had sex with 18 year old girls. I was having sex with 2 or 3 different women every week; most in their early 20's. I explored and tested the limits of my sexuality on line and in reality. I was probably lucky to avoid legal problems on several occasions as I pushed various sexual barriers. But things change. So have I. My wife and I have worked to repair our marriage and now are able to live together again. I have broken off all those relationships both in Russia and online. But it occurred to me... "Damn, I have a lot of hot stories to tell!" And this time they are real! And, at least for me, reality is always a plus in these stories. Besides, you might enjoy hearing about them. J As for me? I will recapture my initial attraction to this place. In my still active imagination, it goes like this: You find this strange story description on the list of new stories. You will find yourself immersed as I describe the sexual odyssey I have traveled. I will imagine your pussies getting moist... then wet... (If your cocks are getting hard, I will have to let you think about that by yourself... sorry.), until your fingers slowly tease your nipples into arousal. You find yourself adjusting your panties to make them more comfortable. Your hand lingers... gently caressing yourself. Your lips are growing thick and moist even as you find yourself running your tongue across your other lips, suddenly dry. Your hand caresses a breast, letting your thumb flick across the hard nub that has become your nipple. But I am getting way ahead of myself. I haven't even written the episode yet! But that is what I will get out of this. And what I hope you will get of out of it. If my old friends recognize themselves in these stories, please take this as a sign I occasionally wonder about you... and our sex together. I have a million of these episodes...okay maybe several dozen, each worthy of literary fame and fortune. I will tell them in no particular order of perversion, but simply as they occur to me or my cock to write. Here are some common elements which do not bear repeating for each episode. The Masseuse Her hips began to buck against me. She wrapped her legs around mine and held me deep inside her. I am a big guy but it was all I could do to stay on her as she rolled her hips and clit hard against me. She began to moan louder and louder and then almost shrieked as she held me tight against her with her legs and arms as she writhed in orgasm. I was almost dumbstruck by the power of the woman and her orgasm. I have never been with a woman who had fucked me so hard and well and came so fast. As she began to loosen her grip and begin breathing again... and I slowly began to fuck her again. I pulled her legs forward until I was holding them straight up in front of me. I fucked her as hard and as deep as I could, as her hips rolled back and forth against me. My crotch and bed were soaked with the wet of her. I reached under and began to probe her ass with my finger. It was wet and slick from the flow of her pussy. She weakly tried to stop me but quickly began to moan again and grip the sheets tightly in her hand. I now had two fingers in her ass and I was plunging them into her in counterpoint with my cock fucking her cunt. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, the condom dripping with her juice, and placed it against her asshole, already lubricated and enlarged by my fingers. As I pushed slowly against her, she closed her eyes and groaned but made no move to stop me. I slowly entered her ass as it gripped my cock. Suddenly she was bucking against me, her heels digging into my butt as I tried to stay deep in her ass. She began to cum and cum and cum. Each orgasm punctuated by a shriek, her body tensed and motionless for 4 or 5 seconds, her ass squeezing my cock before she began again. Her pussy continued to produce more and more of her wet until her ass and thighs were slick with the sweet stuff. What can I say? The woman liked to be fucked in the ass. I have never experienced anything like this sex in my fifty some years on the planet. After she had cum who knows how many times, it was as if my cock realized it was finally its turn. From deep within my balls I began to cum, my cock throbbing repeatedly as it had not done for years. I felt her ass get tighter and tighter with each hard thrust into her ass. When at last she squeezed my softening cock out her ass, she began furiously rubbing her soaked pussy and clit against my abdomen and in a few seconds she came one last time. It was all I could do to gasp out "Damn, you are the best lover I have ever had..." And I meant it. ....... Several weeks and five massages later, I would be rewarded with the most erotic massage I was to ever experience. Although we had continued to have amazing sex at my apartment after each massage, she had managed to keep it reasonably professional within the confines of her small salon. By now, however, she was letting me fondle her beautiful ass and body as I desired while I lay naked on the massage table. It was at the juncture in the massage when I rolled over for her to massage my front. Her eyes were heavy with arousal from my playing with her body. She never even looked at my face, as she stared at my fully erect cock, dripping with pre-cum. I heard her sigh as she lowered her head and took me in to her mouth. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth and throat. I watched as my cock slowly made its way between her suctioning lips and then again as she slowly pulled her mouth back until she was licking its head. And then she repeated the exquisite technique I had learned to savor in my bed. Her fingers gently played with my balls. I did not last more than 8 or 9 slow strokes I came hard in her mouth. She sucked down each throb of cum as it erupted in her mouth. By now, I was flopping like a hooked bass on her table. The sensitivity in my cock was as overwhelming as it was exquisite. I gradually relaxed as she kept her mouth on my softening cock until at last she turned and looked at me. I was done for. She slowly began to resume her massage. I moved my hand up her thigh until I reached the crotch of her panties. They were soaking wet. I moved my hand against her pussy and mound until she stopped massaging me and bent over resting her head on my abdomen her face and mouth inches from my almost flaccid cock. My fingers entered her pussy. As I knew it would be, it was wet and slippery. I plunged four fingers into her. She moaned and rubbed her face on my rapidly recovering cock. I began to pump her cunt with my fingers... She spread her legs further apart and I tried to work my thumb into her with my fingers. She moaned again but try as I may, I could not get my whole hand into her. I jammed my four fingers deep into her and expanded them inside her vagina. My thumb was hard against her clit. My hand was dripping with her pussy juice. I pulled my hand out and let two fingers slide into her ever eager ass, even as two others continued to probe her cunt and my thumb rubbed her clit. My other hand gently guided her face downward and she started to suck on my cock again but soon exploded in orgasm, her hips grinding back and forth on my hand. I swear I felt her cum shoot onto my palm. I slowly curled my fingers deep in her pussy and did my best to hold on as her tall strong body writhed against my hand and arm. I let my fingers slip from her ass and pussy down across her wet thighs. She collapsed across me, her face and neck a deep red against her pale, Russian skin. I gently began to caress her wonderful ass. At last she licked her way up and gave me a deep, long kiss. She then recovered sufficiently to finish off a wonderful message, which left me totally relaxed and drained. It was not too long after this memorable night, that she became angry that I would not pledge my undying love to her. My life was way too out of control for any kind of commitment and despite her being without a doubt the best lover I have ever had, deep inside I still knew my heart was held by another and had been for a long time. Sigh... I often remember my masseuse, however; particularly on those occasional lonely nights when my cock is hard and doing the thinking. Well... Okay. Sometimes I think about the time I fucked a lovely hard bodied 18 year old girl for the benefit of English woman and her daughter watching on webcam. Say... that would make a great episode... Or maybe when I met the 25 year old woman in Germany for a weekend of fantasy incest... Hmmmm. Well, we shall just have to see what comes up. The Masseuse At last I was alone. For so long I had wanted to have a vacation in a spot like this with no worries about work or life back home. There were any number of men around, but they all seemed plastic. I mean they were all cast from the same mold and all used the same line. That was bothersome because I had hoped to meet some nice guy and get laid. Sort of blunt, but that's the truth. I had been here six days and had seen the one I wanted, but he sat across from me at the tiki bar and though we made eye contact, he made no indication that he was interested so I just hoped and waited. Now I was at the point of desperation. It's now four in the afternoon and I'm in my room waiting for someone to come up and give me a massage. I had never indulged myself very much but now I was determined to think about myself and to hell with the rest of the world. I had called down almost a half hour ago and they said someone would be up at four. They were late and I lay nude on my bed waiting. This was going to be a first for me so I really didn't know what to expect. As I lay here I thought about all sorts of things, mostly about that guy at the bar and that got me started. Here I was nude and ready and all I had going for me was a massage. My thoughts wandered to him and my imagination took over. I wondered how big he was, how he would be in bed, all the usual things I think about when I get myself excited and masturbate. I sort of played with my nipples until they stood erect and hard, than let my hand wonder down to my shaven pussy. It was throbbing and wet as I toyed with it. My fingers know exactly where to go and what to do and I was moments away from an orgasm and completely oblivious to the world around me. The room was semi dark and my hand now shook more rapidly knowing that it would be only a matter of seconds before I peaked and would cum all over my slippery fingers. My ass lifted up in anticipation when I heard a slight noise at the doorway and turning, I saw him. I could have died. Oh my god, it's the guy from the bar. He smiled down at me and in that sexy low voice said: "Finish, I'll wait." I let my ass drop and jerked my hand away from my pussy. I was mortified. Who? The Masseuse? "Yes" he softly answered "or her substitute. She was overbooked and since I know a bit about how to give a massage, I volunteered. And if you would like, I can do other things too." Than he asked, "would you like me to finish it?" I sort of wanted to be a smart ass and tell him to get lost but than he might just leave and I was in no condition to let that happen so I just lay there. Than he walked over, set his gear down on the floor and sat on the bed next to me. I couldn't speak or even move as he reached out and placed his warm hand over my pussy. I felt foolish and yet he had me so damn hot that I just let him do it. I mean I let him run his warm hands across my thighs, down my tummy and finally dip his fingers into my wet opening. I didn't last more than two minutes before I felt it coming. He smiled down into my face and than moved his wet fingers away and began to stroke the insides of my thighs. He had me almost over the top and deliberately stopped. At first I thought he didn't realize how close I was but no sooner had I calmed down a bit, than he began again. By this time I was getting frantic. I normally am very quiet when I masturbate and cum but this was different. I wasn't controlling this nor was I exactly prepared for what he was doing to me. His touch was something new and quite frankly the newness of it was making it much more intense. He did things that I never thought could be this exciting and I began to softly moan to myself. My ass twisted and turned and my legs kept moving farther apart. I could feel my hips begin to lift and drop almost as if he were fucking me. And those fingers and his hands were teasing me in ways I never thought possible. Beyond just stroking my hot pussy, he was slowly letting his fingers wander from one sort of activity to another. First he stroked me, than he gently took my inner lips and sort of rolled them between his fingers, next his finger or fingers would twist and turn as they worked their way into my wet cunt. Now they would draw out and spread my own wetness up and down the hot sensitive surfaces that lie deep between my lips. Than he would press down with two fingers on either side of my clit and force it to protrude, hard and wet, between them. With his other hand he wet his index finger and stroked the protruding and exposed head of my clit. Again I was sobbing to myself and desperate to cum but again he played his little game of teasing. Again it began to ebb but now he began to let his wet fingers caress the entrance to my ass. His fingers seemed to be gliding over the tight little star shaped hole, taunting it even as his other hand was resting on my breast and gently rolling and tugging at my hard nipples. I was delirious by now. I was sure I was going to make it this time but he must have sensed my closeness because again he changed his caresses and let me drift back. Within the next fifteen minutes he turned me into a quivering mess. He went back to stroking the insides of my thighs and again my legs stretched even further apart. I was frantic and closed my eyes more to avoid looking at him, but just to enjoy what he was doing. Now I just lay there and felt him. The next surprise made me groan aloud. His mouth was hovering over my nipple and his warm breath teased me with the expectation that he was going to put his lips over it. Than it happened all at once. His lips pressed down around my nipple and sucked, his tongue lashed back and forth across its sensitive surface sending convulsive messages to my pussy and he was now entering my vagina with those hot wet fingers. They began stabbing in and out of my oozing opening as I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth down hard on my breast. I orgasmed as never before and I heard my voice scream out. OOOOOOOH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD! MORE! MY GOD DON'T STOP! FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR FINGERS. THEREEEEEEEEEEEE! RIGHT THERE. MY DEAR BABY YOUR KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. If I were doing myself, I would have stopped. I was spent and actually weak from the contractions. The muscles in my groins were burning from the long and unending orgasm and I let my hands slowly slide from around his neck. Now I opened my eyes and looked into his face. My god. Oh my god what he did to me. Was it good Barbara? Honey, that was indescribable. Perfect, I answered. You are a woman's dream. And, and I don't even know who did this to me. What is your name? Blake. Just call me Blake that's about what everyone else calls me. O.K. Blake so your massages are what dreams are made of. But. I mean does it have to be the end? What I'm trying to ask is, well, could we spend some time together so I can give you a reward or something? I smiled at that prospect. Blake smiled and asked. Do you think you owe me a tip? I mean this really was what you needed more than just a massage don't you think? Oh yeah I nodded. It sure was. Than he stood up, turned and bending down kissed me. My arms flew up and ringed his neck trying to make it last, but than he drew away, looked down and whispered, I have to go now. I'm glad I could help, but I really must go. And with out looking back he picked up his things and left as quietly as he had come. I just lay there, sort of in a twilight glow and closed my eyes and envisioned making love to him. I was becoming obsessed with this man and I had only seen him twice, once at the bar and the second time just now when he took me to places I had never dreamed even existed. I lay there for long moments than went in and soaked in a tub of hot water. The muscles in my thighs and the long hard contractions deep inside my womb had left me aching and throbbing. Later in the evening I walked the entire resort looking for him. And finally found him sitting on a bench looking out at the rolling waves as they hissed up on the sandy shore. I stood on the patio just outside the dining room and stared down at him. I now began to wonder about myself. I suppose it was an inevitable question. Am I a nymphomaniac or just a woman with a huge appetite for sex? I mean I never really thought about it because whenever I felt horny I just took care of myself, or if my boyfriend was available we would make love, but now something had changed. Now I realized that on average, I make myself cum two or three times a day and on some occasions I can finish several times in a row. But that man sitting by the shoreline had awaken something I had buried in my mind for so long. I had a hunger now that only he could satisfy, and yet I hadn't even made love with him. Ever since earlier this evening he was constantly on my mind. I wondered so many things about him. Did he always smile the way he did at me? Does he always touch a woman the way he touched me? Does he have someone in his life? And always that question, what would it feel like to have him deep inside my pussy or my mouth. Than there were other questions. Often I had wondered about some of the more daring ways to give and receive pleasure. Anal play for one, bondage for another. After all, I had closed my eyes tightly this afternoon and found each surprise touch to be an erotic adventure. I wanted to walk down to him, but would I dare? I started down the steps to the beach area several times before getting enough courage to continue. I moved to stand behind him. I don't think he even knew I was there because of the sound of the surf washing on the sands but than I moved to the side of the bench and slid down to sit next to him. He turned to glance at me. Than his gaze returned to the ocean. "It's so peaceful isn't it Barbara? The moon sending a path of white light across the water like that." Yes it is. It's almost unreal, I commented. Than he turned to me and smiled. I leaned my face towards his in anticipation of a kiss, but he hesitated and I was about to lean back when his lips brushed mine. I began to float. He had done such intimate things to me earlier, but a kiss wasn't a part of that. Now his warm breath was touching mine and my arms lifted to wrap around his neck. He responded beautifully. His warm hands slid around my waist and drew me close and as I parted my lips I felt his tongue slowly move inside my waiting mouth. My mind was crying out. It was so long ago that I had felt like this and I had forgotten the warm flush that goes with this sort of kiss. It lasted an eternity, but still not long enough. When we broke apart I let my cheek come to rest against his. I wanted to say so many things but nothing was spoken. Oh Blake, sweetheart, just stay here a moment longer with me, I thought. I just wanted to share these few moments with him. I corrected that statement in my mind. Not just a few moments Blake, an eternity. But thoughts are never spoken so he never knew. Now, with one arm around my waist and the other on my thigh he gazed into my eyes as if he knew. I broke the silence and asked the one thing that drove me to come to him. Will you visit with me again tomorrow? I mean do you work here? Are you a masseur? No he answered. I know the girl who runs the shop and she was overbooked and just asked me if I'd help out. That's all. Other than that, I'm a visitor here just like you. I was devastated. But, I mean could you see me again tomorrow? It doesn't have to be like this afternoon was, it could be different. He smiled at me and whispered "not like this afternoon?" I mean we could just be together or something I answered. That smile now turned to a grin and his deep voice seemed to whisper, something different, yes I think it would be different Barbara. Perhaps yes. I'll give you a call if I'm free and we can arrange something. Again that panic coursed thru my body. It wasn't a yes, it was a maybe and I felt the tears of disappointment whelm up in my eyes, but they only blurred my vision, never running down my cheeks. That would be wonderful I answered and than standing he took my arm and lead me back to the patio and into the bar. We sipped those tourist drinks and chatted. I couldn't ask the questions I so desperately wanted to but the answers could wait until I held him in my arms and felt him moving within me. When he asked me to dance I seemed to leap into his arms and I honestly don't know if my feet ever touched the floor. He led me around the floor and it was as if no one else in the world existed. In the end he walked me to my room and I tried desperately to think of a way to get him to come in with me, but I had to settle for another long hot kiss and a polite good night. I shut the door and leaned against it. I was still floating and with each piece of clothing I discarded I thought about him and how I would give him all the pleasure my body could offer. I was inadvertently working myself up into one of my horny moods again and as I slid nude beneath the sheets my hands immediately moved to cover my pussy. Again it was wet and throbbing and even my nipples stood at attention, hard and sensitive as the sheets moved across each. I dipped my finger within my warm slippery opening, dragged it up and over my clit and within short minutes, orgasmed with a suddenness and force that startled me. It was so fast. God I thought, I am a whore. But I love it. And so I drifted off, thinking about tomorrow and Blake. I slept late. I mean I didn't get out of bed until nine. Oh I lay awake thinking. It was sort of an afterglow of the dream I had. I woke up and found that I had taken the extra pillow and crawled atop it and slept with it tightly nestled between my thighs. As a result of the dream, or dreams, I had quite literally soaked the thing with a glistening coating of my own making. I had humped the thing any number of times during the dark hours of the evening and even now my pussy throbbed with that urgency that can be satisfied in only one way. I lay there sort of stroking the wetness on the pillow with my fingers when I decided to reach for my favorite toy. It's a bit noisy, but when I place it over my clit and sort of hold my labia tightly against it, the thing quiets down to a soft purr. So I placed it atop the already wet pillow, rolled over and spread myself apart and pressed my pussy down. It was slow in coming but I did succeed in satisfying my need. But it was nothing like what Blake had done to me. Showering and dressing I went down to get breakfast. I had sort of hoped Blake would be in the dining room, but though it was rather crowded he wasn't among the diners. Finishing my coffee, I went back to my room and slipped into my bikini and went to the pool. Oh I did turn heads, but all the wrong ones. I swam for about a half hour and than lay down on a lounger to dry my hair and get a tan. During that time I had to fend off three guys who fancied themselves to be god's gift to women. I am beginning to hate these egotistical asses. I even got a pass by one of the other women. Desperation drives people to do some strange things. She never came right out with a proposition but she came rather close to it. Around noon I woke up and found that I was dry and slightly pink from the sun. Getting up I walked up to my room and as I got out of my bathing suit I noticed the dark streak of wetness that outlined my pussy in the light blue of the bottoms. God I thought, I can't even hide my thoughts any longer. I called the lodge operator and asked her to page me in the lounge if I got a call and after dressing I went down. I would have masturbated until exhausted if I stayed in my room so now dressed in a very tight sheath with a low cut blouse and a bra with stays that held me firmly up, I ventured down. There were two women sitting at the bar so I joined them, sitting so I would have a good view of the door. Two drinks later I saw him enter. My heart jumped and pounded so hard that my face felt flushed. I had my legs crossed so I wasn't aware of exactly how wet and sticky I was getting until I uncrossed them to stand up. He walked towards me and as I stood shuddering, he slid his hands around my waist and tipped my chin up to meet his lips. That was a kiss that would never be forgotten. I parted my lips, partially opening my mouth and my tongue darted in. His tongue darted past mine and than he began to suck. I felt my knees give and I sort of moved my lips around his to get all from a kiss that was humanly possible. Than a thought passed quietly thru my mind. If his mouth were to do this to my pussy I would die. I wanted him so badly. We must have stayed like that for the better part of a minute before breaking apart. Normally I'm shy but not now. I didn't wait for him to move; I slid my hand down to take hold of his hand and whispered in his ear. My room. Let's go now! I wanted to be alone with him. And he took the lead as we walked to my room. I fumbled for the keys and the door slowly swung inwards. He followed me, kicking the door shut before meeting me midway between the living room and my bedroom. I had turned, waiting for him to walk those four or five paces to me. I watched him approach and saw the expanding bulge that stretched his slacks. I drew a quick breath and as my knees began to buckle I very nearly went down to kneel in front of him and draw the zipper down. I caught my balance and steadied myself as he again slid his warm hands around my waist and drew me close. My nipples grew taunt as they pressed against his chest and I had a fleeting urge to reach up and bring my breasts out. I slid my hand between our bodies and did just that. Now the stays in the bra were forcing my breasts to rub against his jacket and the friction was making my pussy gush. I pressed my lips to his as he swept me up in his arms and began to carry me to the bedroom. I held one arm around his neck for support and let my other hand caress my own breast with its turgid hard pink nipple standing erect. He bowed forward and laid me gently on the bed. I was anxious to undress but just lay there, toying with my nipple and watched him strip. I was waiting to see his pants go so I could see what was the most important thing in the world to me at this moment. He had discarded his loafers, his shirt and now he turned away from me and took off his slacks. His shorts were snugly hugging his ass and I watched as he drew them down. I gasped when I saw the firm round hard globes of his buttocks. My eyes moved to watch the pendulous swaying balls between his legs but I couldn't see his shaft. Turning I understood why. He was magnificent. It stood out and upward almost six or seven inches and perhaps two inches thick. The plum colored head of his circumcised shaft seemed to glisten and I knew he was excited. Now as he came to me, that phallus swayed from left to right with each step and leaning over me he first removed my skirt, than my blouse and bra. My breasts seemed swollen and my nipples stood up hard and waiting. Patiently he wiggled the panties from my hips and down my legs and as they were drawn over my ankles and tossed to the side, I felt his breath puff warmly on my dripping pussy. My legs spread wide before I could control myself but quickly regaining my thoughts I drew them together. Blake, Oh Blake I want this my way baby. Just lay back here next to me and let me have my moment with you. And obediently he did just that. His shaft though erect now rested atop his abdomen and extended almost up to his navel. It was oozing pre-cum which slowly dripped onto his tummy and turning to him I sat up and reached for his cock. Now I ran my fingers up and down his thighs before cupping those balls in my left hand and lifting his shaft up to greet my parted lips. I extended my tongue and lapped the wet droplets, savoring the sweet taste before pursing my lips and plunging his shaft deep down my throat. He reacted with a start but than relaxed again. I was torn between taking all his cum in my mouth and waiting for him to recover or just teasing him to the point of cumming as he had done to me yesterday. I decided on the latter. I moved his shaft in and out of my mouth; my saliva mixed with the clear fluid and seemed to run down his cock. I worked it in and out of my mouth, occasionally driving his hard shaft deep down my throat before returning to twisting my lips around the rim of its head. The Masseuse I expected it even before he did. He thrust up and held the back of my head and sobbed to me. No more Barbara. I'm getting too close now. Let me enjoy you for a while. So I drew my mouth off his cock with a slurping sound and licked my lips salaciously showing him my enjoyment before lying back down. Now he sat up and began by kissing my lips. They were still wet from my delightful taunting and as his tongue slid into my mouth I sucked it as I had his cock. Next he moved his lips to kiss a trail of wetness down the side of my cheek, across my chin, down to the hollow of my neck and towards my swollen breasts. His hand cupped one and he ran his tongue around and round my nipple, never actually taking it. I was squirming by now. He was causing my body to send the most delightful sensations down to the depths of my cunt. I was rocking my ass back and forth waiting for something more. Almost at the same time he drew my nipple into his mouth his hand covered my pussy and as he pressed down his fingers spread exposing both my vaginal opening and clit. I was gushing and I knew it. Than he did something I had never in my wildest imagination thought of. Producing a length of silk cloth from somewhere. He stretched it out and twirled it into a shining rope. It was satin white and almost gossamer in texture. He reached down as if to soak up the wetness between my swollen labia but now began to draw it up and down the recess formed by my lips. The friction of the fabric gliding across my clit sent me skyward. I lurched up, arching my back and dug my heels into the bedding. I screamed to him as he continued to saw the now slippery fabric up and down. My clit was a point of fire as I came. I frantically clutched at his shoulders for support. OH MY GOD! MY DEAR GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE? I was thrashing around and my back arched up as my hands spread wide to capture the bedding. My knuckles were white with the effort and I was at the point of begging him to stop. Somehow I found my fist wrapped around his shaft and I squeezed it for support. I actually forced more of that clear sweet fluid to bubble out and it slowly slumped downward to the bedding, leaving a thin tendril of gossamer like filament connecting his cock's head to it. I gurgled a plea and it echoed and reverberated thru my mind. Now! God take me now Blake! No more! I can't stand it any longer. But he only stopped sawing that damn silken thing up and down my pussy and bent to place his lips over my clit. I arched my back to greet his hungry mouth and lifted my ass high in the air. I hung there as if some mystical puppeteer were drawing my body up on invisible strings. Than when his mouth closed over my hard swollen clit and he sucked it in. I released his cock and raked my curled fingers down his back leaving a trail of red streaks. I wasn't a woman any longer. I was an animal in heat whose only need was to mate. I felt his fingers do that strange dance inside the entrance of my pussy as he sucked harder and lashed my clit with the tip of his hot tongue. I was by now gushing a cascade of my own fluids into his sucking mouth and I felt as if I were going to die. Suddenly the climax was there, and I screeched aloud and fell back to the bed. I lay there numb. I wasn't in this world. I watched him as he moved to kneel between my splayed thighs and as he folded a pillow double and moved it under my ass. Effectively it raised me so my pussy was now held high and level with his cock. Than it began. At first it was a vision. A vision of him holding his cock in his clenched fist and forcing it downward he began to drag it up and down the glistening hot valley between my spread lips. Each time his shaft glanced over my clit a bolt of lightening seemed to shoot thru my womb. Over and over he tormented me before he finally hesitated and I felt my vagina being filled. Slowly he entered. First the head of that beautiful shaft pressed in and stretched me open. Than he drew it slightly back before returning to my slippery opening. Now more entered and still the feeling of being stretched wider to accommodate that shaft and with each slow entry I took a breath. At last I watched in awe as his ass swung back and than drove forward. I gasped as I felt that thick rod move deep inside me and plunge firmly against my cervix. It was hot, hard, big and alive. In and out, over and over he drove it into me and with each stroke the base of his cock forced my clit to be raked by that shaft. Moments later I was enveloped by ecstatic sensations. My hands grasped at the air, my mouth opened to cry out to him and it built up higher and more intense. MY GOD OOOH MYGOD. OHMYGODOHOH DEAR GOD I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER HIS HARD COCK. NOW! MORE! RIGHT THERE, YESSSSSSSS OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS BLAKE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK OH MY GOD FUCK ME DEEPER AND HARDER. IT'S CUMMING NOW. DEAR GOD TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. BLAKE? I AM! BABY CUM WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. FILL ME! MY GOD SHOOT IN ME NOW. MIX. OH GOD FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEEE. SHOOT! I WANT YOUR CUM NOW! My eyes were fixed on his face. I was feeling as if I were somewhere in space and my pussy was convulsing, actually contracting and throbbing around that plunging shaft when suddenly he opened his mouth and in that low tone gasped to me. Barbara, here it comes. My cum! Take it baby. Feel it? Feel it jetting deep in your hot pussy? And so help me god I did. I could swear that I could actually feel the jerking head of his shaft sending plumes of warm milky thick cum splattering against my womb and filling my thirsty pussy up with its flood of heated fluid. Reaching down he clasps my nipples and twisted and tugged at them as we mixed our warm cum and beat it into a creamy froth. My god I thought. It's never going to end. And it seemed as though he convulsed again and again for long seconds before he finally sobbed and lay his body atop me and put his cheek to mine and whispered: Yes Barbara, I'll be yours for as long as you need me. Than I smiled, and rolled him off me, sat up and clutched his shaft and began to suck. I was a whore, but his whore and the world wasn't there anymore because I was where I wanted to be, doing what I wanted to do and tomorrow I would have him take me every way a woman can. He was now mine and all the fantasies I ever had would come true. He slept with me that night and about three in the morning I reached over to assure myself that he stayed. He lay on his back and almost from instinct I reached down to grasp his cock. It was pliable and yet still rather large. I gently lowered my body so that I could lay my cheek on his abdomen and began to slowly stroke it. God he responded quickly and within seconds I felt his shaft swell and expand. It was now at my lips and I extended my tongue to taste the droplet of pre-cum than had formed. I moved to press my lips over the head and slowly forced it down my throat, leaving it well coated with my saliva. He was stirring now but I quickly threw my leg over him and now kneeling over his body, one leg on either side of his lean hips I rocked my body forward and grasping his shaft directed it to my already wet pussy. Now I settled down feeling him spreading me wide as I engulfed it. God I was hot for him and everything seemed so dreamy than when I began to rock forward and back I was forcing that hot shaft in and out, dragging it across my hard and sensitive clit. He was now awake and just held still. I was doing the fucking and it was my show. I twisted and turned, heaved up and dropped down hard, over and over and than began to chant. Yesssssssss oh baby yesssssssss right there, right on my clit. My god he felt so large and he filled me with his manhood. I wanted to make it last but at some point I passed beyond the point at which I was still in control. I began to frantically rise and fall and he slowly reached up and grasped my breasts and than his fingers moved to my nipples. That night, in the dark, I fucked my man and began a series of orgasms that ran from one to another with no more than two minutes between. Now I felt him begin to greet my plunging thrusts with his own. His shaft was now driving deeper and harder into me and I knew he was only seconds away. I moved forwards so I could lay down atop him, his hands left my nipples and crept down to my ass and he held each cheek within a warm palm. He was thrusting up and suddenly sobbed. Take it! MY GOD TAKE IT BABY. And I moaned back in his ear: GIVE IT TO MEEEE. MY GOD, BABY SHOOT IN ME! MORE! FUCK MY PUSSY BLAKE! SPURT NOW! And again I felt the pulsing contractions of his cock as each jet of his sperm erupted deep inside my pussy. He flooded my vagina and soon I overflowed sending streams of his warm thick cum gushing from around his embedded cock, coating my pussy and his balls with my satisfaction. I lay holding him and tried to keep his shaft as deep as possible in my pulsing cunt. Everything has to end, but this was difficult to let go. As my heart began to stop pounding in my ears I whispered in his ear. Do you think you can stay hard long enough to slide up inside my ass? He gasped a low yeah, I can do that. Bend over and let me stand on the floor. With that I rolled over, feeling his cock slip from inside me as he got up. I wiggled to the edge of the bed and knelt for him. I got comfortable and kept my thighs close together trying to keep all his cum inside. It was slowly oozing out and running down the inside of my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and watched. He slowly stroked his shaft, making it full and long again and than he reached out and parted the cheeks of my ass with one hand as his other hand held his cock and slid it up and down the crack spreading his now cooling cum all over my little star of an opening. Than I felt it. The hot massive head of his cock as it pressed hotly against my ass. I suddenly relaxed and just as suddenly he forced his way in. I squealed at the sudden intrusion. This was new to me and being not quite prepared I immediately tried to close down. It felt as if a pliable baseball bat was buried in me. Than as he stroked the cheeks of my ass, I again relaxed and felt him move deeper. I was panting by now and the more he moved in and out he more excited I became. Now he was taking long strokes and I felt the front of his thighs bounce off the cheeks of my ass. God he was plunging a good six inches in and out of me and my breasts were swaying back and forth with each thrust. My fervor grew and now a different but exciting feeling began. I pushed back to take more and so help me god I felt another orgasm begin. I now was in a state of extreme need and began to sob back to him. HARDER! SHOVE IT IN HARDER! GOD DAMN IT RAM IT IN! I NEED MORE. PLEEEESE OH PLEESE GO FASTER. I'M ALMOST THERE. OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MY GOD I AM! I'M CUMMING! SHOOT BLAKE. CAN YOU SHOOT MORE? MY GOD CREAM IN ME AND FILL ME UP! He rammed faster and I was enveloped in another climax that made me begin to drool even as I sobbed to him. MORE! MORE! FASTER! HARDER! RAM YOUR HOT COCK INTO MEEEEEEEEE! I WANT TO BE YOUR WHORE BLAKE. FUCK YOUR WHORE GOOD. HURT ME! GOD IT'S GOOD. Now holding the fronts of my thighs he pulled me tight against him as his shaft began to spasm deep inside me. Though I couldn't feel it I knew he was pumping more cum deep in me and falling down on my one elbow I reached behind and plunged my fingers into my own pussy and with fingers deep inside I could feel his cock thru the thin membrane that separated his shaft from my stroking fingers. I came again than fell forwards with him laying on my back. I was spent and had found a new and different pleasure. Turning my head I mumbled to him? Was I good Blake? Was I good for you? He spoke lowly, My god yes baby, god yes. We showered and dressed for breakfast. A thought suddenly crossed my mind. I had put almost my whole hand inside my pussy that last time. I wonder if he could be talked into trying that using his fingers and hand. I mused over it all morning and decided to find out that very afternoon. The Masseuse Marcus felt old. His shoulders hunched and there were knots in between his shoulder blades that had been there so long that he had forgotten what life was like without them. His hips ached, most days, and it took a good hour and a hot shower for him to get properly moving in the morning. Even though he walked to the office every day, part way there his shins inevitably started to feel like the muscles were tearing from the bone and his calves were rock by the time he finally sat down at his desk. He remembered, vaguely, telling himself a couple of years ago that the pain would go away if he kept doing it. If anything, it had gotten worse. Thirty-four going on eighty, he thought to himself as he settled back into his chair, stretching back against the spring in the backrest and willing his body to relax. No matter what he did, he just lessened the tension. It was never really gone. With a sigh, he gulped at his coffee and realized that it was cold, left over in the carafe from the day before. Shit. What a start to the day. No matter now, he thought, and hauled out the latest report on water quality in the tailing ponds. He knew what it would contain, that the liners had decayed and that the near lethal mix of chemicals that were the byproduct of their process was leaching into the water table in microscopic amounts. He'd known it for nigh on a decade, but no matter how many times he tabled this report past the board, they simply refused to listen. This was version seven and the PhDs out in the field kept running it up the flag pole, hoping it would stick. I guess they think of me as their point man, he chuckled. If they only knew. By noon, he was lost in the details of the report and could feel the beginnings of a real doozy of a headache coming on, the type that sent him home for the day and made him lie in the bath with the lights off, his head nearly completely submerged. Sometimes he could head it off by drinking enough water, so he heaved himself out of his chair and stumbled off to the lunch room to fill up his mug from the water cooler. "My God, you look like shit." It was Maureen Dowd, up from four pulling microfilm from the library. She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking concerned. Maureen was a tall, expatriate American with a blond bob and a healthy dose of common sense. She had a decent body and beautiful eyes, certainly enough to warrant some flirting at the least on most days, but today, flirting was the last thing on Marcus' mind. From Maureen's perch at the microfilm machine, she could see right into the kitchenette. "I feel like it. Headache." Even speaking was a chore, now. Just getting out of the chair and walking to the kitchenette had started his headache in earnest and fifteen feet later it was downright throbbing. His vision was watery and the pain in his sinuses was excruciating. With one hand he deftly filled his mug while the other circled on his temple, pressing hard. "Are you sure you're OK? You really do look terrible." She swiveled in the chair, to face him. At that moment, he suddenly knew that he wasn't, not really. "I think ... I think I'm going to be sick." He could feel his gorge rising and then suddenly there it was. He bolted to the sink in a rush, spilling water from his mug onto the floor in a stream, barely making it to the sink before he threw up in heaves. With his head buried, he could smell the acid and the stainless steel of the sink. By the time he was done, his throat burned and so he rinsed out the sink and drank directly from the tap, rinsing his mouth as best he could. He felt better, a little, now that he had vomited, but it was only a few seconds before the agony in his head started up again. With his head hanging in the sink, he felt like crying out of frustration. This happened four or five times a month and he was well and truly tired of it. "Good God ... I'm sending you home. I'll call Duncan and let him know for you.", Maureen tutted. Duncan was Marcus' boss and Duncan had just reamed out Marcus for his string of recent sick days. Duncan had counted them off right in front of Marcus, an act that made Marcus think of Jesus being whipped by the Romans, because they always counted the strokes. Duncan had implied that Marcus' position with the company was in jeopardy, despite the fact Marcus had twice the seniority of his supervisor, twice the education and twice the work ethic. Duncan hated people with degrees, especially those with more of them than he himself had, like Marcus. In fact, he had told Marcus to his face that he hated people with degrees, knowing full well that Marcus had three of them. Duncan was a dick. "No.", Marcus managed to croak from within the sink, his voice sounding harsh and deep from the belly of the sink. "Give me a break, you just puked!" He could hear Maureen get up and come over. "Too many sick days." "You are going home and that is that. You leave Duncan to me." Marcus vaguely noticed that Maureen's hand was on his back, making tiny circles there. It was comforting and so he let her do it for a while. She even helped wiped up the spilled water for him while he hung there in the sink, nearly scalding water running over his head for relief as he worked up the courage to walk home. The walk itself was a few minutes of hell that he barely remembered, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other in the snow. Just one more foot. Just one more foot. When he got home, he was well and truly prepared to vanish to the tub for a couple of hours with some ibuprofen and a two hour bath, but he noticed that he had an email from Maureen, the first time she had ever written him privately, and so he clicked on his email program in passing. The message was short and in it, she gave the number of a masseuse, Rubina, that she highly recommended. She had taken the liberty of booking him an appointment for the next morning at 10 a.m., tomorrow, which was Saturday. She reminded Marcus in the email that the work benefit plan paid for the entire thing and had included as an attachment the form he needed to claim it. He printed both off because he was a little old school and still liked paper lying around and then went to the tub for relief, thinking that a massage might just be the ticket these days. --------------- He rode to the holistic health centre on the bus the next morning, disconcerted a bit when he saw that the "centre" was in an industrial area, in a strip mall, with a store selling truck accessories as a neighbour. The sign was small enough that he almost missed it, hesitating at the side door of the bus before finally stepping off when he caught the irritated look from the driver in the mirror. His headache was back, but as a dull ache rather than as stabbing agony. Thank God. This was at least tolerable. Inside the centre, however, he could see that the illusion was complete. Vaguely ethnic music, barely audible and largely inoffensive, wafted through the waiting room through hidden speakers. The room itself contained a faux fireplace, some leather couches and several metal shelves for the various products they sold. Everything was very tastefully appointed, with glass and steel being the central motif. The colours were neutral and muted, but again, tastefully chosen, and so the appearance of the whole was peaceful and calm, a stark contrast to the hectic thoroughfare just out front. The girl behind the counter was young, 18 at most, and had a couple of tattoos just poking through by her ears, over the top of her white, buttoned up mandarin jacket she wore. She had nearly perfect teeth, luminescent white skin and hair black as jet, clearly dyed. It was pulled back into a neat pony tail and Marcus got the impression that this was just her day job and that things got decidedly darker when she was allowed her own free will again. "I'm here to see Rubina. I'm her 10 o'clock." "Do you know which Rubina?" "You have more than one?" "Yes." "I have no idea. I was just told it was booked for me at 10. My co-worker Maureen Dowd booked it for me." "Are you Marcus Tennant?" "That's the one." "Ms. Mawji will be with you in a moment." He started to walk away, but then realized that he had heard that name before. He turned back to the receptionist. "Did you say Ms. Mawji?" "Yes." She nodded. "You don't know if she happened to work for Nascent Engineering at one point, do you?" "I really couldn't say, but she'll be out in a couple of minutes and you can ask her yourself if you want." Her tone was perturbed, as if he was bothering her, so Marcus slipped into one of the couches, the only client in the reception area for the moment. He thumbed idly through the holistic magazines he found there, knowing tha the would disagree with just about every article. He chuckled, thinking that there wasn't a lick of hard science behind the entire industry, but it had devotees upon devotees. Clearly, people will find what they are looking for, even if they have to invent it. "Marcus Tennant. Is that you?" Marcus looked up from the article about wheat gluten and saw Rubina standing there, three years older and looking very different than the last time he had laid eyes on her. For one, she had glasses on that made her look vastly more intelligent and, dare he say it, even attractive. She was the type of East Indian woman that lent herself to being larger: average height, slightly thicker of frame and large boned, but he could see that she had lost some weight since her days at Nascent. She looked very fit, but also very professional in her purple scrubs, as if she was a doctor or nurse. She had a largish nose and a square face, but wide, accepting eyes and somehow it all seemed to come together with the glasses as a frame. She looked, well, good. He grinned at her and she grinned back, her face opening up like a flower with her wide-mouthed grin. That was the best part about Rubina, she wore every emotion clearly on her face. She also didn't pull any punches, but that was part of her charm. "It sure is! I was wondering if it was you when I heard your last name. I can't believe Maureen didn't tell me." "I don't keep in touch with many people from Nascent any more. As you can guess, this is a bit of a departure from an engineering firm. I'm a bit of a pariah in this business, to be honest, among the scientific crowd." "No kidding." Suddenly, he was embarrassed at having said it, so he caught her eye and mouthed an apology. She nodded. She mimed with her hands that he should follow her to the back, and so he stepped in beside her, letting himself be guided. As they walked through the oddly disjointed hallway to the back rooms, they made small talk about work, tossing around names they both knew from her old days at the firm. Within fifteen feet, that topic was all but exhausted and Marcus could clearly see that she didn't want to reminisce at all. He tried to remember why she had left, but he found that he couldn't place it. "In here, Marcus. I'll give you a couple of minutes to get undressed and then I'll come in. You can put your clothes over there on the chair." In the darkened room, he could smell a variety of scents, old and mingled, and as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he could see that there was a shelf running the width of the room, with dozens of bottles and jars on it, as well as a small stereo system for background music. One wall was completely covered by a thick velvet curtain the colour of a deep Merlot. Typical massage parlour, he thought. It was warm and comfortable, so he hung his clothes on the rack he found, leaving the chair Rubina had mentioned free. He climbed onto the table, covered himself, and placed his face down through the hole in the addition at the end of the table. Below him, he could see a small bucket, clearly for catching saliva. Well, they must be good if they need that, he thought to himself. He heard a gentle knock and he muttered that he was ready through the hole. Rubina clearly understood him and slipped in nearly silently. She got some music started, adjusted the volume to her satisfaction and then he could feel her, looming over him. She stood there for a second, saying nothing, but eventually spoke. "Marcus, you've let yourself go." "Good old Rubina. Thanks for noticing." He was mildly offended. "Oh, I don't mean anything by it, but you're heavier than I've ever seen you and I can feel the tension coming off of you in waves. I'm going to put some patchouli on because I remember that you like it. Normally, I would put something soothing in the air to calm you, but I'll make an exception." "I like patchouli?" "You did when I had some patchouli scented oil in my hair on our date." "Oh, then I guess I like patchouli." Date. Date. Date. He wracked his brain trying to think of when they had spent any social time together. He had been with Audrey for most of his time at Nascent and Rubina had been with, well, no one. The rumours around the office was that she was gay, or at least that's what many of the women had thought from her comments about their bodies. The only time he could think of was when he had fixed her computer and she took him for lunch, afterwards. She was four years his senior, so he certainly hadn't thought of it as a date, especially since he was with someone at the time. It had been a pleasant lunch, but he didn't remember thinking of patchouli at all. "When we went to lunch?" "Yes." There was an uncomfortable silence and he could hear her pour some oil and rub it together in her hands to get it warm. As she touched his back, kneading softly to get a measure of his tension before going harder and deeper, she continued, "Well, I know you didn't think of it as a date, but I did. You still with Audrey?" "No, she cheated on me with someone from her book club about a year back and I dumped her." "Oh, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." "No, I'm OK with it, honestly. I'm back in my little bachelor pad, re-buying everything. I kind of like the fresh start." "Like a phoenix." "Yeah. That's a really nice way to put it." For the next ten minutes, she kneaded his back, softly, humming along with the nondescript music, then, abruptly, Rubina left the room. She hadn't said a word, so Marcus was completely at a loss as to what had happened. He felt sorry for her about the date, but surely that was old news, having happened at least a couple of years back, and as just a miscommunication of intent. He was just starting to worry when she came back in. "Sorry about that. I just cleared the rest of my schedule until the early afternoon. Now that I've seen what you have going on, I think you and I will need more than the hour. I'll have to take a break partway through to rest my hands, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone this tense." "Am I going to live, doc?" She laughed. "Yes, with my help, you'll pull through, eventually." "It's been a hard year, I guess." "It's that job, Marcus, it really is. Life as a hamster on a wheel. Leaving was the best thing I've ever done. Mind you, I did get divorced right about then, so that was at least part of my issue." He hadn't even known she was married. He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about her at all, her likes, her dislikes, her history, even though she had worked only a few cubicles down for the better part of three years. He couldn't even remember having lunch with her clearly, even though she obviously had memories of the day. He was ashamed at how oblivious he had been. "I'm sorry." She laughed again, her laugh like a child's, without guile. "Why are you sorry?" "I didn't know you were even married. I should have." "Oh, it isn't that big of a deal. He was from my community and I thought that he was the one for a while, but we really didn't get along in the big ways, just in the little superficial ways. Going to the same mosque doesn't cut it sometimes." "I thought you were Hindu." She stepped up to the table again, having re-oiled her hands. "Mr. Tennant, you and I talked all about the origins of the Ismaili sect of Islam over lunch. You told me about how it gained power pre-Crusades in the Fatamid dynasty of the Berbers and spread out from there to Europe through Sicily and then into India as the Aga Khan. I remember being very, very impressed that you knew the history of my religion better than I did myself." "Oh." "You honestly don't remember telling me that you kept your mind sharp by studying a different topic each year? Photography? Medieval History? Native religion? You don't remember any of that? "Vaguely. That seems like a complete lifetime ago." "Well, that year you studied the various iterations of the medieval Islamic Caliphate." "I remember the topic, but not actually doing it." "Marcus, as your friend, you really have to wake up." "Apparently so." "Now be quiet and let me work." She dug in, harder this time, and it was frankly painful. She worked her way around him, one muscle group at a time, unwinding him like a ball of string left too long in a drawer, some knots needing to be all but cut out to free the whole. He could hear her grunting with the effort, clearly putting her all into the work. Partway through, he noticed that she was rubbing up against his hand as it lay inert on the table, brushing against the backs of his fingers with her hip as she worked her way into his back. He tried to concentrate through the discomfort, but he found it difficult. Difficult, that is, until Rubina shifted over that slight bit and he felt the back of his fingers brush against something wiry through her scrubs. She was rotating around his right shoulder, circling it with her hands held like sword blades and it was honestly working. He could feel the muscles scream in torment, but they were also loosening, ever so slightly, as she worked. All of that, though, was on some unconscious level because all he could think of was the fact that her pubic bone was brushing, repeatedly, against his hand. It was warm and slightly sweaty from her exertion, but he didn't mind. In his head, he was picturing what she would be like naked, what would happen if he just opened his hand to cup her, what she would be like kissing, what she would look like down there, dark and moist and with flashes of pink in the brown. The harder she worked, the harder she pushed against him, and as she finished up working on that shoulder, he could clearly feel the outline of her outer lips and the space between them with every push. He could feel the rasp of her pubic hair as it slid against the fabric of her scrubs, too. Eventually, though, she shifted to the other shoulder, moving around the head of the table, never taking her hands off of his back. He could feel her breasts brush the back of his head, conscious of every bit of her movement, following it like a hawk. As she started to repeat her work on the other arm, he prayed inwardly that she would rub up against his hand again, even moved his hand to the edge of the table with what he thought was a subtle shrug of his shoulder, but the angle wasn't right and all he could feel was her hip. She repeated everything on that shoulder and by the time she was done, he could honestly feel the difference. As tense as he was, she was winning the war, humming her way and kneading him like dough until his body finally gave in. She shifted back around to the head of the table, this time leaning way over as she slid her hands down either side of his spine, driving into that area with the meat of her palms. As she did so, her breasts rubbed against his head and then his upper back, sliding back and forth on him. He felt enclosed, like he was in some sort of tent, as he stared down at her feet straddling the saliva bucket. She was grinding her pubic bone on the ring his head was sitting in, too, and he could feel the rock of the entire table as she shifted forward. As she reached down his spine, she could just brush the lower part of his back, not quite reaching all of it. She shifted forward even more, rising up on her toes, and then he felt the tip of a finger slide to his tailbone. He tried to hold back, but he exhaled a bit and she caught herself, pulling back and with subsequent passes down his back, she stopped short of it. The Masseuse By the time she was done his back and neck, he felt worlds better and his lingering headache was gone. "Now, I'm going to start on the lower half. You hold all your tension there, I can see. Had any lower back problems or hip problems in the last while?" She shifted the sheet to uncover one ass cheek, artfully draping it down between his legs so that one full leg was exposed. "I don't remember NOT having them." "Well, now you know that I exist, so come in every couple of weeks and I'll keep you right as rain." "Is it always this good?" She laughed again. "No, normally you get the same hour everyone else does. This is a special occasion. I'll bill the insurance the maximum per visit you are allowed. Don't worry about the rest. It's on me." "Really?" "Yes, really. This might hurt a bit. Your legs are like steel." It did hurt, a lot. Marcus grimaced and hissed with the sharp stabs of pain he was feeling from his calf. The knots eventually worked their way out, though, and within a few minutes, she had everything from the knee down more or less loose, for the first time in his adult memory. She moved her way up to his thigh, knuckling first his hamstring and then the muscles on the sides of his leg, which hurt more than anything so far. He winced on the first pass, but she caught his reaction and lightened up. "Better?" "Much." When she hit his ass, she used both hands, kneading the deep muscles with her knuckles until there was some movement again, then worked the pressure points where the muscles joined his hip cradle, one at a time. All of it hurt, but it was a good hurt, and when she was done, he felt himself opening up again, not so hunched or compacted as he was before. She slipped the sheet around to expose the other leg and then worked on it in turn, with largely the same results. When she was done, she slumped into the chair and Marcus could hear it creak. He could also hear her shaking her hands, working out her own kinks from the work she had put in so far. "I've got to have a break. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not, this is fantastic. You take all the time in the world." She stretched her forearms by bending her hands backward and forward in turn, loosening up the muscles in her hands at the same time, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" "Depends upon the question." "What happened to you?" "What do you mean 'what happened to me'? The same as everyone else, I guess. I got busy, I got stressed, I stopped running, et cetera." "I didn't mean physically. I remember you talking about the proper way to kiss one time and I thought that Audrey must be damn lucky to have someone who actually paid attention to the little things like that. Now, you're kind of like a zombie." Marcus was offended, now. He raised himself up a tad, turning his head to face her. She was sprawled about as far out as she could be, arms and legs splayed out, and leaning back into the chair. "Well, what about you? Hiding out as a masseuse when you've got an engineering degree?" "Hey, be nice. This was my choice. My Dad had a stroke and he needed physical therapy and when I saw the type of effect the physiotherapist had on him, I decided that Engineering wasn't what I wanted to do. I like this." "Oh, I didn't know." He lowered his head back into the ring, "Sorry ... about your Dad, I mean." "Well, I told you that, too, but I guess that slipped past like everything else did. I'm the eldest sister and until I'm married again, I take care of my parents. That's the way things work with us." With another creak, she was back on her feet, walking back to the edge of the table where his right hand was. "I was going to school for this the entire time I worked at Nascent. I thought you knew that." "Apparently, I know almost nothing about you." She ignored him because it was true. What else could she say? "I'm going to do a bit of energy work now. It's not so much massage as a bit of alignment. You should feel a bit of warmth and then some pressure as I align things." She rubbed her hands vigorously to generate some heat and then laid them both on the upper part of his spine. It felt neat, but he really didn't understand how that was going to help him "align" his energy. After 30 seconds or so, she repeated it, and then, using her index fingers and middle fingers from both hands together, pressed heavily on a spot just off to either side of a vertebrae of his neck, holding it in. It was odd and slightly painful, but he could feel the muscles in his upper back twinging as she hit something deeper. He noticed, with a smile, that her pubis was back on his hand, this time up and above it as she arched over his back. He noted also that she could have had easier access, by far, to his neck by doing this at his shoulder, not reaching up from where his hip was. She had noticed. As she pressed, Rubina leaned down onto his hand slightly and he could feel her warmth and the press of something harder there. Whenever she shifted to the next vertebrae down, she rocked against his hand slightly, grinding. By the fourth vertebrae, it was clear she was doing this on purpose, so he simple waited until she was ready for another shift and then ... opened his hand. She stopped dead. They sat like that for a second, her fingers imbedded in his back, her vagina pressed into his palm, and then, ever so slowly, she started to rock on his hand, clearly fucking his hand against the table. He slipped his second finger into the space he could feel, feeling for her clitoris and she gasped slightly as he found it and pressed in on it slightly. Despite all of this, she kept up the fiction of the massage, still moving her way down his spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. When she hit the end and was at his tailbone, she was rocking more firmly and was shaking a little, but she showed enormous self control, more than Marcus would have had, and slid off of his hand. He could feel her heat go away as she maneuvered her way down table to his feat. Marcus could hear a thunk and a shudder in the table, and then he was getting spread apart, his legs going in opposite directions. The table had been made to split down the middle, for some reason, but only to the waist. He panicked a bit. This was really unusual. He could feel a slight draft on his ass and penis, now rock hard, as the sheet that was covering him slid out and almost off altogether. She bunched up the sheet before it fell to the floor outright and laid it over his ass like a band. He suspected that she could see everything from her angle and his heart was thudding in his chest like a hammer. She stepped into the space she had made between his legs and laid her hand on his ass, over the sheet. "Not everyone is into this, so you'll have to let me know when to stop, but there are energy centers at the base of your spine, too. That's what I was reaching for earlier. They are by your tailbone and all I want to do is manipulate them like I have your spine. OK?" Marcus hesitated, but his curiousity got the better of his personal shyness and he mouthed an assent. "What? I didn't hear you." "Yes, yes. Go ahead." She re-oiled her hands again, and the sound of the oil smacking around her fingers turned Marcus on. His hard on, which had returned in spades, throbbed against the table. She resumed alternating the heat and the pressure, re-doing some of his lower vertebrae, one by one. "I'm going to go a bit harder, here. Energy work doesn't strictly work the muscles, but I like to mix the two a bit if I can and this is definitely your tension center." As she worked down, she got firmer and firmer with the pressure, really putting something into it and it verged on painful. Then with a bit of a jolt, she had hit the end of his spine and he could feel her thumbs underneath his tailbone - literally wedged up underneath. She pressed in and he could feel a weird pressure running up the length of his spine. He'd had a few massages in his youth, but nothing like this. Nothing so intimate. She did it again and then again, slightly reducing the pressure with each push. By the fifth push, he could feel himself pushing back against her slightly. Contrary to his initial misgivings, he actually liked this. As Marcus relaxed with the pressing, he started to notice that her thumbs were migrating southwards, ever so slightly with each push. First they were wedged up underneath his tailbone and then they were lower by a minute amount, out of that actual indent. Then they were lower still, off of bone altogether and onto flesh, into the actual crack of his ass. Each time she pressed, she moved downward, just by a half an inch or so. His heart started thumping and thumping and he held his breath, expectant, waiting for the next pressing, willing her downards. He couldn't help himself and he was openly pushing back against her with each press, now, his legs spreading almost against his will. She worked her way down, bit by tortuous bit, teasing him with how slowly she was going. He'd never done anything like this with any of his previous lovers, but the ease with which she was doing it, like it was nothing, had him excited more than anything. How many other men had she done this to, maybe even right on this table? He was so turned on that he simply let her, abandoning all his preconditions. She eventually reached his anus and stroked it with the pad of her thumb, still in time with the pushing she had done earlier, sliding just the barest tip in with each press. Marcus arched his head back, his mouth open, his eyes closed. He was literally going wild, almost bucking his hips, willing her to take the next step, to be inside him. Then, with a pop he felt more than heard, she was. "Oh, God." "Shhhh, the walls are thin." Marcus thrilled. Everything around her thumb was tingling and as she thrust into him, he could feel her thumb hook at the end of its reach, pressing against the front wall of his rectum. Every time she did, he felt a jolt through his penis. He could feel the pressure building and he rocked his penis against the table and then backed onto her thumb, rolling from one to the other, nearing orgasm in ebbs as he moved. She fucked him for a minute or two until he started to shake, took him right to the edge, and then withdrew slowly. His sphincter clutched, rhythmically, as he rode that fine line. He was so close that he did actually ejaculate a tiny bit. He could feel the wetness underneath him. "Mr. Tennant, I think it's time we moved to your front." Rubina pulled out from between the split legs of the table and wedged them back closed with a chunk. She came around to the side of the table and lifted the sheet off, holding it up like a barrier between them. He rolled over, awkwardly, his cock bouncing with each shift of his weight. God, he had to lose some weight; this was uncomfortable. As he turned, though, he noticed that Rubina had averted her head, as if this was still a normal massage. Inside, he laughed. She's just finished fucking me to the edge of coming and she's still playing professional? When he was settled, he reached out with his hand and tapped her leg, leaving his fingertips just brushing her thigh. Rubina lowered the sheet onto him, his cock clearly pitching a tent in the thin material, before smoothing it out along his sides. Incredibly, she kept up with the massage, pulling his left arm out straight and working on his forearms and hand, pulling and manipulating his fingers to stretch the muscles in his hand before kneading them with her thumbs. As she worked her way his his arm, she wedged he hand, palm in and fingers pointed downward, into her stomach, using her body weight as a bit of leverage to keep his arm still, enabling her to use both hands. She worked his bicep and tricep muscles like they were dough, and with each series of kneadings, his hand kept slipping down her stomach, but she'd pause, pull it up, and start again. She eventually reached the shoulder and rotated around by his head to massage his upper chest. As she did, she dropped her breasts into his face and again he was in the tent. As she rocked over him, his eyes closed, he tried to mentally picture where her nipple was and took a half hearted stab at it with his mouth, which made her pull them up out of the way abruptly. "Mr. Tennant, this is my table." "So, I can't touch you?" "No." "Not even a little bit?" "Shut up and lie still." Rubina moved onto his other arm and repeated what she had done, again propping his hand up against her stomach. Marcus even tried to move his hand down onto her vagina this time, but she caught him again, and sharply moved his hand right back up to her stomach. Marcus was getting frustrated, his cock throbbing and his balls getting that vague ache when they have been without release for too long. Shit. That hadn't happened since High School. Once Rubina was done with his arms, she finally moved downwards to where Marcus thought everything would happen, where he needed it to happen to relieve the ache. Nonetheless, she did exactly what she had done when he was on his front, she arftully draped the cloth around his scrotum and throbbing cock, exposing just one leg from the thigh down. Like nothing had happened, she continued, working every so lightly on his feet and shins. Initially, they hurt like crazy and he winced and she worked her way down his shin with her thumb, hitting all the points where his calf muscles attached to the shin bone. "Shin splints?" "Is that what they are?" "Yes, you have small tears where the muscles are coming off of the bone or are torn near the bone. I normally only see that with very avid runners. You must have carried all that tension in your calves for years for them to get tight enough to pull off like that. It's highly unusual." "I wake up with nasty cramps in my calves most nights." "Who are you running from in your dreams?" Marcus thought for a second, unsure, "I don't know." "Whoever it is, she must scare you to death." "What makes you think it's a woman?", Marcus laughed. "It's a woman. With you, Marcus, it's always a woman." Marcus thought for a second, intrigued by the tone she had taken, like it was the most natural answer in the world, really matter of fact. It bothered him that she thought he knew him that well. As Rubina moved up from his shin, she slid her hand up his inner thigh, the back of her hand grazing against his scrotum and ever so slightly against his cock. In a microsecond he was completely alert again, every nerve on fire. He could feel his cock twitching, moving the sheet and he knew that he was wet at the tip, likely showing through the sheet already. She started to knead his thighs, rolling her hands in to his inner thighs at the end of the stroke, brushing his cock with each roll. It wasn't much, just a grace with the back of the knuckles, but it was like fire, every time. He was breathing heavy and knew that he must look foolish, as if he was with a woman for the first time, from all the panting he was doing. He couldn't stop it, though. His desire had taken away all reason. Rubina moved slowly up his thigh and then back down to his knee and then back up again, repeating the whole pattern twice. Whe she finished, she moved up to the tops of his thighs, where his thigh muscles connected to his hip cradle, again finding and releasing the pressure points along his pelvis. As she worked her way along, she snaked her right hand slightly underneath the sheet, moving in tiny circles closer and closer to his cock, her fingers bracing like a spider in his pubic hair, providing leverage for the actual massage. She eventually moved so that her hand was directly under his cock, slightly wedging it up. He could feel her knuckles, oddly rough, so he twitched that muscle and pressed the upper surface of his cock onto her hand. She ignored him, intent on the massage. When she was done that side of his hip, she stopped for a second, tracing her finger through the tiny pool of pre-cum he had left on his lower stomach, just above his public hair. She pulled her hand out from under the sheet and moved around the head of the bed to work on his other side, but traced her finger over his lip, dragging his slickness over him. He caught her intent partway through and slipped his tongue out in time to catch her finger is it traced by, tasting sweet and slightly salty at the same time. On the other side, she repeated the entire procedure, again flipping the cloth over to expose his leg, but this time he noticed that she had not re-covered the first leg. As she pulled the sheet around to get it the way she obviously wanted it, the only portion of his body left covered was his actual groin itself. Again, she started on his shins and the pain drove some semblance of his desire out of his mind, but the pain in his shin was only slightly more than the growing pain in his balls, aching and throbbing because he had spent the better part of the last hour hard on some level. Thank goodness he wasn't on his front or even laying on them would be painful at this point. He wished she would just get him off and then they could take their time after that, but he was more than a little afraid to take the initiative, given the fact she had rebuffed at least a couple of times already. As she worked up his leg, he could hear her breathing, heavier, as she worked his shin in tiny, tiny circles, not hard, but clearly she was getting tired out. Nearly two hours in, her hands must be aching. "Do you need a break?" "No. I'm fine." "You sound like a steam train." "I'm just concentrating. Be quiet." She transitioned to his left thigh, the last spot for her to massage and again resumed her kneading. She brushed against his cock again, but this time more insistent and quicker, as if she was getting tired of the build up as well. He noticed that this leg received much less in the way of ministration. In fact, as his natural tendency to flop left asserted itself, she used the back of her hand to brush his cock back into the center, pretty abruptly, as if it was in the way. He began to sense that this wasn't going any further today and that he would have to masturbate like a fiend when he got home. He hoped he would make it home on the bus without too much agony. The though of sitting all the way home with his balls in a vise of pain wasn't appealing, not at all. As Rubina moved onto his hip cradle and started working her way back inwards to his groin again, she once again spidered her hands as a brace, this time halfway under his cock so that she was pushing it out of the way instead of supporting it. Just like his thighs, she did a quicker job - still effective, mind you - but clearly she was rushing. As she finished, she again shook her hands and forearms, stretching them one by one, and left the table to go to the door, where he heard a small click. He smiled. When she returned, he kept his eyes closed, loving that he couldn't see anything that she was doing. He could hear her breathing and felt her weight against the table, leaning on the front of her hips down with her hands on the table for support. "I just wan ..." "Shhhhh." "But ..." "Shut up Marcus. Really, just shut up." "Oh." Then Marcus felt Rubina's hand, just a warmth, hovering over his cock and in his mind's eye, he could see her reaching for him with a little hesitancy, perhaps even trepidation. She was unsure, despite how collected she seemed on the surface. He realized that he could feel her trembling through the table. Then, like she had made her mind up about something, she acted, hooking the top of the sheet by his navel with a finger, and lifted it off of him in one sweep of her arm. He felt the ever so slight chill of air, felt exposed and open, vulnerable, as if she was examining him for flaws. He wished she would say something, anything. The Masseuse Instead, Rubina touched the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum around, coating the head of his cock with it. Marcus felt like lightning, the head of his cock almost too sensitive after all this time. Rubina left him and re-oiled her hands, again the sound and smells of the oil a huge turn on for Marcus. When she returned, she cupped his balls with her left hand, rolling them around slightly. He hand was warm. She pulled the skin of his cock tight with her thumb and then he felt a ring slide over the head of his cock, warm and slick. She used her pointer finger and thumb to form the ring and it was tight, like a vise. She rotated it around, slowly, and moved it down his cock just as slowly. The effect was fantastic. Marcus knew it wouldn't take long to come at this point, but she was going slowly enough and putting enough discomfort in with the pleasure with the tightness and the little squeezes she gave his balls that he didn't come anywhere near as quickly as he should have. By the end of the first pass, when she bottomed out and pulled the skin of his cock truly taught, he was leaking again and could feel the trail of it as it dripped down into his pubic hair. She re-started, again from the top, and worked her way down, ever so slowly, drawing it out. Marcus was too close, though, and halfway down, he was already going to come. He started to buck against her hands, trying to push his cock through the ring, but she held back, kept up the slow, agonizing pace. Marcus was going insane. He needed to come, needed it now, but this was exquisite, painful and yet sublime. He clutched at the table, his fingers working into the cloth draped over it, his knees rising up of their own accord and it was building and building and then it just started to wash and ... Marcus felt a strong pressure in two places, one at the base of his penis, by the urethra and another one below his balls and he rode there, right on the edge, but with nothing happening. He couldn't breathe and he was sitting up at an angle, all of his muscles of his stomach bunching, trying to will him over the edge, but it just didn't come. He couldn't come. He couldn't fucking come. With a gasp, he slumped back onto the table. "Mr. Tennant. This is my table. I told you that." "Oh, fuck." He was throbbing, his balls in agony, his cock aching for release. It was all he could think about, it was his world, his everything. He throbbed like a machine in his pain. "In fact, from now on, I don't want you to speak unless I speak to you. Do you understand?" "Ungghh." He arched against her hand, which was just draped over him. Please, he thought in his head, pleading. "Mr. Tennant?" "Yes. Yes. I won't speak unless you speak to me, first." "And you won't touch me unless I give you permission?" "Yes. Anything.", and he meant it. Literally anything. "Good." Through his lidded eyes, he couldn't see her, but Marcus knew that Rubina was smiling. He could feel it, honestly feel it. She slipped her hands back around him, cupping his balls and forming the ring exactly as before, and started once more. Within thirty seconds he was on the verge a third time, pushing through the ring, doing more than half the work himself. He could feel that building, finally, and rammed his ass into the table, even his own motion too much, and Rubina circled her way down this cock the last half and inch until he he started to come. As he hit that limit again, the world exploding through him, he again felt the two fingers, pressing hard. Marcus couldn't help himself and he burst out, "Nooooo." The reaction was swift. "Mr. Tennant!", she jammed her fingers into him again, harder, and again he rode the edge of the knife, so close, so agonizingly close, but just unable to slide over the precipice, his skin raw, sweat starting to bead on his forehead and lip. His jaw worked, wordlessly. She leaned close, her voice raw and angry and whispering, "You agreed not to speak. This will not go unpunished again. Would you like me to leave you like this, with your hands tied underneath the table, while I deal with my other clients for the day? I have, you know, and a grown man, a trader at one of the firms downtown, actually cried he was in so much pain." Marcus was beyond thought, beyond even words, and so all he could do was shake his head. He was limp, beaten, just wanting to make it through this ordeal. As Rubina pulled away, she yanked on his arm, pulling him up, off the bed, where he almost lost his balance he was so weak and disoriented. She spun him around, with him unable to resist, and sat him down on the chair. As he sat, exhausted but still on the edge, thrilling, she stripped down the pants of her scrubs and he could see her legs, so dark brown in the dim light as to be almost black, but with a myriad of tiny little white scars criss-crossing them, from the middle of the thighs down. "Yes, this is what my husband did. Razors, where no one would see. I wanted to kill him but in my culture, divorce is bad enough. People die for divorce back in India. When I talked about the phoenix, it was because I knew. The day I walked out on him was the day I was reborn, Marcus. Reborn. Do you get it?" Marcus nodded. "And this is what you need to be, is reborn. What you were has been polluted, though it was fine in its own way. The new Marcus will be fresher, cleaner, more controlled. In a manner of speaking, I'm your mother, which is something we'll have to talk about in another session." She stepped forward as she said this, straddling him and dropping down onto his cock. As he slid into her, grateful for the heat and the wetness, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back over the top of the chair, slipping her mouth onto his neck. With that, she started to rock. "I have three other men like this. You are not the only one and you will not be the only one. Do you understand?" As she was saying this, she bit him, marking around his neck like a collar, each bite making him wince. He nodded, his chin hitting the side of her face. "Excellent. You won't forget me again, Marcus Tennant. Never again." And with that, she took him over the edge, both of them coming together in gasps, her mouth finally moving up to his, kissing him, and as they burst open, like a nova, the chair creaking and groaning with their motion, he felt release, a release bigger and larger than the physical one, something within him snapping altogether. Broken. And yet free. The Masseuse This is my first piece so please be nice. Feedback and comments are always nice. Good or bad. * Jake had been working really hard all day at his office. He was so successful at his new company. The company was only 2 years old and it was already off the ground and running. He didn't have to work for the rest of his life because he was a multi millionaire but he didn't have anything or anyone to come home to so that's why he worked so hard. He was really lonely. He could have any woman he wanted with his money, success, and good looks, but every woman he dated or slept with only wanted his money. That's not what he wanted. He wanted to get married before he died and have a big family of his own. He knew Mrs. Wright was out there and he was going to find her one day. His secretary Leah walked in right when he was reading an article a local newspaper did on him. "Hi Jake" "Hey Leah what's up? You can go home now. I'm about to leave myself." "I know I just wanted to see if you wanted or needed anything else." Jake knew she was one of the women that wanted him. Ever since he first met Leah he knew she was in love with him and wanted him. She was an attractive woman but Jake didn't go weak in the knees when he first led eyes on her. He knew when he first meets Mrs. Jake Bradley, he will go weak in the knees and fall instantly in love with her. But with Leah that wasn't the case. If he wanted to not be lonely anymore then he could easily marry her and then maybe their marriage would end up romantic and happy but she wasn't the one for him. And he didn't want to mess up his chance to be with Mrs. Wright if he was married to Leah. "Thank you very much but I'm good. You should go home." He was rubbing his neck since he strained it and was in a little bit of pain. "Are you ok?" "I'm fine Leah I just pulled something in my neck and my back and it's killing me." "Well I know this would be very awkward consider I work for you so I'm not going to do it myself but can I recommend something?" "Sure?" "Well at the ultimate gym there is this amazing massaging place. I went there and they have the best staff you will feel so much better." "Really I have never heard of that." "Yeah not a lot of people know of it so they never are busy." Jake was really intrigued with this place he hadn't had a good massage in well he had never had a good massage ever. "Do you mind making me an appointment for tonight Leah? I want to get some sleep tonight." "Yeah sure I'll be right back." Jake tried to massage his own neck but it wasn't working out. He looked outside the window at his view of the town waiting for Leah. Once she walked back in she just sat and stared at his ass. He was so perfect she thought. "Ok well Jake you have an 8pm appointment at the gym." He walked over to Leah and gave her a big hug surprising her. "Thank you so much if this place is as good as you say it is I owe you big time." She let the hug linger on and she loved the smell of his cologne. She was head over heels for this man and she wanted him as a husband. She thought it was just lust between them but she feels pure love for this man. She knows he feels something too because they always flirt and the sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Hopefully he feels the same way. "I'll remember that when I need something. I hope your massage goes well." "Thank you and have a good weekend." "You too Jake" He packed up his things and got in his car to go to his house. He thought since it would be early after his massage he could do a light workout. He finally got to the gym and loved the facility. It was so much more public then his home gym but he still liked it. Once he walked in he turned all the heads of every female. They all wanted to know who this new man was. He walked up to the young receptionist who had a slight crush on his already. "Hi I'm Jake Bradley I have a massage at 8." She looked at his eyes and feel in love with him. She then looked down at her book and saw his appointment. "Yes Mr. Bradley you do but you will have to wait for a few minutes because the masseuse that you ordered is in with another person at the moment." "That's fine. How do I get a membership here?" The girl handed his a sheet and a pen. "All you have to do is fill this sheet out and there will be a $20 bill each month." "Ok thanks." He went to the setting area and sat down to fill out the sheet. Some women watched his every move wanting to go home with him and in his bed. They wanted to try and talk to him but didn't want to look stupid so they stayed where they were at. After he was done he walked back over to the desk and gave her the sheet. "Thank you Mr. Bradley. Your massage is ready just walk right through that door." "Thank you for your help." He walked away and once he got in the room he was met by a big muscular guy. Jake prayed to god he was not going to give him a massage since he was so huge. Jake had muscles and he was proud of them but this guy's was over the top. "Hi I'm Tim." He shook his hand. "Jake." He grabbed his hand and shook it feeling he had a tight firm grip. "Nice to meet you, you can relax. I am not giving you a massage." "Ok thanks I don't mean to offend you." "None taken. I get it a lot since I'm so strong I would probably hurt you. But you are seriously getting the best we have she is the most amazing woman. She will make all your pain go away. And to top it off she is a very attractive woman." "Thanks for the advice but I'm not really looking to date anyone." "Ok well go in that room, take your clothes off and put on a towel and she will meet you there in a few minutes." "Thanks." Tim walked away down the hall and John went into the room. It was a pretty large room with a nice comfortable bed. He removed his clothes and wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the bed. He was in slight pain and hoped this will be as good as everyone says it is. "Hey Chloe your 8 o'clock is in the room now." "Thanks Tim I'm almost ready I just need to rest my hands. So how is it?" "It's a man and from the looks of it he is a pretty attractive man. I saw all the women ogling him right when he walked in. This might be the guy for you." "Thanks Tim but I'm not ready for a relationship." "Ok I'm just saying." "Thanks for the tip you're a good friend." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked to where Jake was. She walked in the room and saw he was looking around the room. She could only see his back but she liked what she saw. She could tell he workout with his muscular back. She cleared her throat to get his attention. Jake turned around to find the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Chloe thought the same thing. Green met blue and they both felt something they never experienced in their lives before. Jake moved his gaze all over her gorgeous body from her curly blonde hair down to her luscious long legs. The he stopped at her breasts. She had perfect, real, firm breasts. Chloe moved her gaze to his crotch and blushed at her thoughts of him. She turned and closed the door and locked it giving Jake a view of her perfect ass. He just wanted to be buried in her right now with her long legs wrapped around his waist. He groaned at that thought. "Are you ok?" "Yeah I'm fine. I have a pulled neck and back." He lied. "Ok well let's see if I can get those knots out of you. I'm Chloe by the way." "Jake Bradley." "Ok well Mr. Bradley. "Please Jake." "Ok Jake could you please lie on your stomach" "Sure" He got on the bed and lay on his stomach. Chloe was so nervous because he was such an attractive man. Boy was Tim not kidding. She retrieved some Lotion from the table next to Jake. She had to bend over to get to it and Jake had another great view, He wanted to smack and squeeze that firm ass and he felt so bad since he was getting harder by the second. Chloe came back and rubbed some lotion on is back moving it all over. She then started to move her hands all over his back and squeezed his muscles. Not even 5 minutes into the massage Jake was in heaven and started moaning. Chloe loved to hear this from her patients so she moved harder making him moan louder. For the next half hour Chloe worked on his neck and back and John loved every second of it. He defiantly owed Leah after this. The whole massage Jake just kept fantasizing about taking Chloe against the wall or on the bed making her beg for him and screaming his name. As if she could read his thoughts she stopped for a second and moved away from him slightly. "Am I finished?" He felt so much better. He was satisfied with the massage but wanted to be satisfied in something else. "Oh no I'm just taking a little break you have about half an hour more which will get extended since I'm stopping and you had to wait a few minutes. And if you need more then I can give you another massage since you're my last appointment tonight." Jake was mesmerized by this woman. He got weak in the knees and his heart swelled and he felt something in his stomach that he never has before. This might be the woman he has been searching for. Mrs. Jake Bradley. Chloe felt the same way and wanted him desperately but she didn't know what he wanted so she didn't want to make a fool out of herself. "Ok well I can massage your chest and legs too if you want." Jake didn't even have to think of that answer to hard. A sexy woman so close to his crotch of course he was going to say yes. "Yes please." She told him to lie on his back so she can get to him easier. She moved her hands down his sculpted legs running her hands up and down him. Then she moved to his chest loving the feeling of his abs under her hands. He was built like a Greek god. With her bent over like this, it gave Jake a view down her top. He wanted to feel her breasts in his hands or in his mouth. He groaned again at that thought and knew he was rock hard by now. "Ok this might be awkward but I need to get on top of you." He loved that idea. "I mean if you have to then it's ok." She straddled him and immediately felt his arousal pressing into her center. This made her wetter having his hard erection that close to her wet center. Jake felt it too loving the feeling. Chloe took some lotion in her hand and rubbed it on his chest all around and started to work her hands on his skin. John was in pure heaven. She then moved her hands to his strong arms and massaged them too. She knew he must work out hard. She didn't like big muscles on men but his were perfect just like everything else about him. She needed to massage his shoulders from the front. "Could you move up please?" He could smell her arousal and hear the pleading in her voice he then knew she wanted this just as much as he did. Chloe smelled herself also and blushed slightly knowing he could smell it. Jake thought it was so cute that she was so modest. He moved up so she could move her hands to his shoulders making her legs wrap around his torso. He watched how she was so into his shoulders thinking how beautiful she looked when she was focused. He then knew he had to have her or he would explode. He moved his hands to her back and rubbed it slightly making her stop and look into his eyes. For the second time Green and blue locked and John moved his lips down to hers and claimed her mouth. They both moaned in ecstasy over the kiss. John got up from the bed and took off his towel. Chloe looked down and her eyes bulged out of her head. "Is there something wrong?" He smiled knowing what she was thinking. "No before we go any farther I want you to know I'm not this kind of girl." "I know you are a nice sweet woman and I want you very badly." "I want you too." Then she started to unbutton her blouse and unhooked her bra making her breasts fall. Jake's eyes were glued to her chest he didn't even noticed she finished undressing. She moved towards him and kissed him again wrapping her legs around his waist again. He threw her on the bed and got on top of her. He entered her hard and fast making her moan in slight pain. Jake moved his hips so she would feel better and she did. He took one breast in his mouth and sucked hard loving the feeling of her flesh under his mouth. They were both too worked up for slow loving making but Jake defiantly wanted that later at his house. Chloe began to moan so loud and squirmed under him. "Fuck me Jake please fuck me harder I want to feel all of you." He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't know she was capable of saying those words but it turned him on even more. He dove into her harder while she dug her heels and nails into his back. They were both enjoying this so much and knew they wouldn't last much longer. He moved her leg over his shoulder and pumped into her harder than ever before. Chloe thought she would break in two. She didn't want him to stop. "Chloe I'm about to cum." "Cum inside me I don't care." "Are you sure?" He thrusted into her harder. "Yes I am please." They locked eyes and came together screaming each other's names. Jake filed her with his hot cum. They laid on the bed holding each other. Both of them were silent. "I'm glad I came to this thing." He kissed her on the lips. "Me too" Jake got harder again wanting to fuck her just right after they had amazing sex. No other woman had done that before for him. She could fell it and got on top of him rubbing against his erection. He picked her up and slammed her against the wall and entered her hard again. They both came very quickly after that. Both of them moved to put on their clothes. "Chloe I feel something with you that I have never felt before and I think its love." "I feel the same way Jake." "Will you spend the night with me tonight? I want to make love to your body and cherish it." "Of course I will." She gave him a passionate kiss and they left. That night they made love and fucked in every position they could think of making a few new ones also. They felt so much love for each other. A week later Chloe moved in with Jake and they made love all the time. Now 2 years later they are happily married and have been for close to 2 amazing years. They make the sweetest love everyday of their marriage to show each other how much they really love each other. They had the perfect life all they wanted now was to start a family of their own. They knew they should not have a problem conceiving since they have so much sex. They learned that finding love in the weirdest place could last a lifetime. The Masseuse Roseli is a great masseuse. She is tall and strong. Not really beautiful but she does have a fit body, muscular. She has been providing me massages for years, on and off, but it has become more of a weekly event since I moved to Rio. She knows what I need and enjoy. Our two-hour sessions are pleasant and, at the same time, painful. She twists my body and strikes my muscles in a mix of deep-tissue and Thai massage styles. I don't find Roseli attractive but massaging my large muscle groups always causes me to be aroused. That has never been an issue for Roseli, who has always ignored my arousal, but that has progressively become more a problem for me. I have actually started to believe that Roseli takes pleasure in my suffering. From the time she asks me to turn over to the time she finishes the session with a wonderful head massage, she has my cock hard and throbbing. Every stroke on my quads, on my biceps or on my breasts is a new mix of pleasure and frustration. Since Roseli never seemed inclined to alleviate my suffering, I started booking a different type of massage to start immediately after my sessions with her were done. A couple of escorts I know nearby are more than happy to offer me quick release of my "frustration". Normally a quick blowjob to completion suffices but, once in a while, it goes further than that. I enjoy sliding my hard cock into the girl's ass and fuck it slowly ... while thinking of doing the same to Roseli ... sick, hé?! Last month, though, my life totally changed. Roseli was late for our massage session, not that late for Rio standards, but quite late for her own. She apologized profusely and promised to make up to me. She said she didn't have any clients after me that day and she would be happy to extend my session past its normal time. She asked me to lie down on the massage table, face down, as usual. She started spreading hot oil on my back, buttocks and thighs. She massaged my neck and shoulders a little but stopped all of a sudden. She then did something totally different of previous sessions. She climbed on my back, sat on my buttocks, and started massaging my back from that position. That felt fantastic! Her long strong fingers felt wonderful against my muscles. At the same time, her bare legs rubbing against my legs and buttocks were a pleasure in themselves. But there was more ... I felt something else rubbing against my ass. Something hard and taking its own pleasure on the rubbing ... Then, it hit me: Roseli is a transsexual! Or a "travesti", as they are called in Brazil. The feeling was a mix of concern and arousal. Transsexuals are a big thing in Brazil but I never found any interest in the concept. Well, never till that moment. I was really aroused by the concept that a woman was rubbing her hard cock onto my ass! She eventually dismounted of me and continued the massage standing. Neck, shoulders, lower back and she finally reached my buttocks. She stopped there ... massaging up and down. She stopped a little to grab some more hot oil. Without any warning, she dropped the oil into my ass crack and had her finger follow. She started massaging outside my asshole and asked me, in a coarse voice, whether that felt good ... It took me a couple of seconds but I said "yes!" Upon hearing that, she pushed, first one, than two fingers deep into my ass. The pleasure sensation was unbelievable! I started moaning like a girl but I couldn't stop myself. The pleasure came in waves, unstoppable waves. Roseli controlled the waves with the movement of her two fingers. Shallow, then deep, then shallow again. She stopped and climbed on my back. Without talking and before I could say anything, she slid her hard cock deep into my ass. I screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. She pulled me into my fours and continued to fuck me hard saying "take it into your tight ass, babe, your Roseli will fill it her cum!" ... and cum, she did. I felt the jets of her cum hitting my prostate, giving me even more amazing pleasure. She climbed down and told me to turn around: "let's now finish you, shall we?" She started striking my cock and kissing me deeply. Her tongue invaded my mouth and played with my tongue. She, then, went on to play with my nipples. Finally she moved her mouth to my cock, sucking it deep. I came like I never came before. I cursed, I moaned and I screamed. Just amazing! Since that massage, our relationship has changed. During the last month, I've had the best sex of my life. Roseli has fucked me and let me fuck her. She has taught me how to suck cock and give her pleasure. She has also taught how to be pleasured, continuously. I really didn't know what I was missing ... but now I need a new masseuse, as Roseli's massages have taken a entirely new meaning. :-) The Masseuse & The Landlord This story line was given to me by an unknown reader. He/she contacted me and asked if I'd write it. Well, here it is, I hope that you enjoy it Connie was hanging around her kitchen, awaiting her first costumer of the day. She's a masseuse, licensed by the state to conduct her own massage parlor. Only problem here was the fact that she was working out of her apartment, which was against the complex's rules. So far she hasn't been caught, she tries hard to screen her appointments. Connie is forty years old, long blond hair, combed straight down her back to her waist. Her face has a lot of wrinkles, from the worry of where the next dollar is going to come from. Her breasts are not overly large, but they are firm, round and her best feature. Her waist is getting larger as the years go by and her legs are long and still in pretty good shape. Connie tries hard to keep herself looking good, because her ad is for Erotic Massages. She has had a few customers leave in the middle of a massage, because they were unsatisfied with her. Connie was giving some serious thought to calling it quits and finding a real job to make ends meet. As Connie sat, sipping her coffee, she hear a knock on the door. Getting up to answer it, she turned the knob and started to open it. Suddenly the door was shoved open, and Connie's landlord was pushing his way into her apartment. Connie fell back into the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen table for stability. "What in the hell do you think your doing," she yelled. The landlord, Jim Thompson was about six foot three, 360 pounds, balding, and had the stump of a cigar in his mouth. His beer gut hung from under his shirt and over his belt, and he smelled of bad breath and beer. "Well Miss Connie," Jim said, "I'm your next customer". Connie was really taken aback at this. True she didn't know who her next customer was, but she never in her life thought it would be him. Jim said, "I've seen the ad you run for Erotic Massages, and you know I can have you evicted if you don't do what I tell you". "I know what you can do Mr. Thompson, and I'm sure we can come to some mutual agreement," Connie said. "Oh we're going to agree, that's a fact, because if we don't, you'll be in jail this afternoon," Jim said. "Okay, okay, let's get this over with," Connie said. "Connie, first off, you are not the one that is going to give me a massage, I want your daughter to do that," Jim said. "She not licensed for that," Connie said. "Don't give a dam if she's licensed or not, either she does it, or I call the cops," Jim said. Connie fell to the chair and wanted to throw her coffee cup at that ugly bastard, but she had no choice, she had to follow through. "Okay, I'll talk to her, but your going to go home and take a bath and look half way presentable when you come back," Connie said. Jim turned to leave and just laughed at Connie. "I'll be back in a hour, you better be ready for me," he said. He opened the door and slammed it behind him as he left. Connie went to Betty's room and knocked as she entered. "I need to talk to you sweetheart, I'm in a bit of a bind and I need your help," Connie said. Betty was twenty two years old, stood five three, slim build, bright red hair, cut short, green eyes. She weighed just under one hundred pounds. Her breasts were small, but looked perfect on her. Her butt was her best asset, as it pouted out as if yearning to be touched. Her legs were thin, but nice. Connie went on to explain what the landlord wanted and if he didn't get his way, she'd end up in jail. "Your not going to jail mom, I'll do it for you, but you need to show me what to do," Betty said. Connie took Betty into the spare room and showed her the different creams and oils and told her what to use them for, and gave her a small demonstration on what to do. "Okay Mom, I think I got it, but I'll have to change and be ready for him when he gets here". "I also want you to stay in your room while he's here, no matter what you hear, okay"?, she asked. "Alright, but you do know I don't like this," Connie said. She then went into her room and closed the doors. Betty also went to her room, she removed the clothes she had on and took a quick shower. Coming back into her room, she opened a drawer and brought out a peach color pair of thong panties. Slipping them up her legs, they felt so good. The silk like fabric always made her feel special. Whenever she wanted to masturbate, she'd wear these panties. She then found the matching bra and placed it over her small breasts, clasping it closed in the front. Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw and went to her closet to get a light robe, to cover herself. She then went to the kitchen to await the landlord. Betty did not have to wait long, when she answered the knock on the door. Opening the door she let Jim in to the apartment. He had cleaned up, but to her eyes he was still a fat, ugly, beer guzzling, son of a bitch to her. She showed him back to the massage room, told him to undress and get on the table and she'd be right back. When Betty went back in the room, Jim was lying on the massage table, with a large towel over his large butt. Betty went to the table with the creams and took a tube with her to start on Jim. "Hey"!, Jim said, "Your suppose to be giving me an erotic massage, loose the robe". Betty took off the robe while standing in front of Jim's face. She was just inches from him, as his eyes roamed over her body. He had watched her walk by his office so many times, wondering what she'd look like undressed. So many thoughts had run through his mind that it drove him to the point where he was forcing the issue. His eyes danced over her small pert breasts, wishing that she didn't have to wear that bra. He then let his eyes travel down to her panties and was almost going to make her remove them, along with the bra. He thought about doing that, but hoped that as the massage went on, she might be more willing. When Betty removed her robe, she knew the effect it would have on him. She had heard his lewd comments every time she had walked by him. Betty stood there and let him eyeball her and she hoped that he would calm down so she could get this over with. Moving to his right side, Betty put some cream on her hands and started to work Jim's neck and shoulder muscles. Her hands were like silk on his body, as he closed his eyes and made believe that she was naked while giving the massage. His neck muscle started to relax, as her fingers worked. Jim was so large, in order to reach his neck properly, she had to lean her chest into his side. With all the movements she was making, her nipples started to stiffen. Betty always knew her nipples were her downfall, once they got hard, it wasn't going to be long before her pussy started to get wet. If that happened, she'd want to have a hard cock nearby, and she really didn't want to fuck this fat bastard. As Betty kneaded Jim's shoulder, she was able to back away from him and not have her nipples rubbing against his body. Betty continued working his side, back and lower back, thinking that this wasn't going to be to bad. Betty moved over to his other side and again worked his neck and shoulder. Her nipples were once again getting hard. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn't. The more she moved, the more her bra caressed her nipples and kept her hard. As she went down his side and back to his lower back, her pussy started to get wet. Betty's mind was starting to wonder what size cock Jim had. Was it small, large, short, long? As her mind wandered, she worked on both his legs. She then told him to roll over on his back, and she'd massage his front side. As he moved, she was standing by his feet and got a good look at Jim's cock. It wasn't big, but it was fat, like him. His nut sack was very large, her lips were wetted by her tongue as he moved. Betty's pussy was now drenched, she could feel the fluid dribble down her leg. God she needed a good stiff fuck. Betty worked on Jim's legs from the feet up. When she reached his fat thighs, she kneaded the flesh, like she knew what she was doing. The back of her hand had touched his cock and his nut sack as she worked her hands under the towel he wore. The more Betty had her hands on his inner thighs, the more Jim's cock grew. It wasn't long before his cock was very hard and pushing the towel up from his body. Betty eyed the lifting towel and said to Jim, "This is going to be your one and only massage, if you ever try to threaten my mother or me again, I'll tell the police that you forced me to have sex with you". So what happens from here on, is never going to happen again". Jim agreed with Betty saying, "I only wanted to see you, nothing else". Betty then reached up and took hold of the towel and slowly slid it off of Jim. When his hard cock was in sight, she just looked at it. It was about six inches in length, but thick, real thick. The head was circumcised, and purplish in color. The pee hole was also large, almost three-eights of an inch around. His nut sack was holding two large nuts. Betty placed her hand around his shaft and Jim inhaled sharply. Betty then started to masturbate this hard cock in her hand. Betty shoved her free hand into her panties and felt her moist pussy at her fingertips. Jim was loving the fact that Betty was jacking him off, but what he liked more was the fact that she was also finger fucking herself right next to him. He watched in amazement as her hand moved up and down in her panties. Betty wanted more than this, so she leaned over Jim's legs and placed his cock to her lips. His large cockhead was a lot to put in her mouth, but she managed to do it. Her tongue licked over his pee hole and took in his precum, which wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. She lowered her head further and took in more of his cock into her mouth. Her other hand was furiously working in and out of her pussy. She wanted to cum and cum hard. As gross looking as this man was, she just couldn't help herself. Jim watched as her lips took his cock deeper into her mouth. The more she took, the harder it was for him to believe that this was happening. He was going to push the issue a little further. Jim reached out and unclasped Betty's bra. It fell open and her small breasts came into full view. His hand reached again and encompassed her breast and felt her hard nipple in his palm. Jim tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and Betty took in a sharp breath. Her breasts were very sensitive and each time he pulled on her nipple, she came closer to having a climax. Betty shoved her panties down her legs and onto the floor. Now he could see all of her and she didn't care, she wanted to cum and didn't care who got her to that point. Jim watched as her panties hit the floor, then his eyes took in the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. She had shaven the majority of her bush, and just left a small patch at the top. He could see how small she was, so he sat up a little and reached around her and brought her body up off the floor and over his. Her legs landed alongside of his head and her pussy was right in his face. He licked up her juices that were flowing down her legs and then worked his mouth to her pussy lips. Jim lapped up her outer lips and took in her wonderful aroma. He inserted his tongue between her lips and sucked in her juices. Betty was surprised as to how easy he had picked her up and the fact that she never let loose of his cock from her mouth. She moved her hips over Jim's face and shoved her cunt harder onto him, as she engulfed all of his cock into her mouth. His cock reached her throat and she almost gagged, but was able to hold it back. Her hands were now rolling his balls and one hand was working it's way to his ass. There was a lot of flesh to get by, but she managed. When her finger entered his anal passage, Jim gulped. Betty drove her middle finger as deep as she could in his asshole, she didn't care if hurt, or if he did this every day. Her mouth continued sliding up and down his shaft, as her hand rolled his nuts. She knew she had to fuck him in order to finally cum, so she pulled her body up from his face and her mouth from his thick cock. Turning around over his fat belly, she brought her pussy over his cock and lowered herself onto him. His fat cockhead was pressing at her pussy lips, so she pushed a little harder and it went in. "Oh God, what a fat cock," she grunted. Her pussy was juiced up enough to allow her to lower herself and take in all of his cock. Little by little it went in. Betty was just about ready to cum, his cock was so thick. He brought his hands up to her little tits and when he did this, Betty felt herself starting to climax. "Maul my tits, hard, I want to cum, going to cum," she said. Jim did as he was asked and just about mashed her breast to her chest, as her pussy worked up and down his hard thick cock. "YES, YES!!!, I'M CUMMMMMMIINNNNNNG, FUCK ME HARD," SHE SCREAMED. Her body let loose a torrent of fluid as it racked in orgasm. Her eyes closed, her hips moved faster and she almost passed out from cuming so hard. As she slowly returned to reality, she continued to pump her hips on his fat cock. She wanted his cream in her, she wanted to cum just like that again. Jim watched Betty as her body had shook as she climaxed. He held her up as she almost fell on top of him. Her pussy was so tight on his cock, he knew he was just about ready to shoot his load into her. Unsure if she'd allow him to spunk in her, he just kept thrusting his hips up to meet her pussy. He had not had a woman in a long time. He got himself off just watching fuck flicks and knew that no woman in their right mind wanted to fuck a man as fat as him. Right now his cock was stroking one of the prettiest girls he had ever know, and he wasn't going to stop. Jim felt his cum all the way in his scrotum as it worked up his shaft and shot into her pussy. "God that felt so good," he thought, as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her. Betty felt his rod stiffen even more, just before he climaxed, so she tightened her pussy muscles and worked his cum from his cock. When the first shot hit her cervix, she started to cum again. Both of them felt their bodies rack as the climax hit them. Betty felt each spurt of his cum as it shot from his cock, and each shot made her cum harder. Her pussy pounded his cock, wanting all he had to give her. Jim wanted to shove himself harder, but he was doing all that he could, as his cock started to soften. Betty felt him getting smaller, as she slowed the tempo down. She was still a little irate ate herself for allowing this fat bastard to get to her this way. She had not planned on anything like this, but she was thinking fast, wanting to make him pay. As his cock deflated and fell from her wet cunt, Jim watched as Betty stood up on the bed and turned her back towards his face. Betty bent over, placing her hands on her knees and began to piss all over Jim's belly and face. Her stream hit him unexpectedly, it was warm and coming fast, he didn't move. His cock was starting to get hard. He watched this in movies and never thought it would happen to him. He liked the feel of the warm fluid spraying from her freshly fucked pussy hit him. Betty was surprised at herself, as her body emitted her urine. She had never done this and had never thought of doing it until just now. She had hoped it would make him mad, but it was having the opposite effect on him. As she was bent over peeing, she watched as his cock started to get bigger. Jim spread her urine over his fat belly and watched her pussy as it released more and more piss. It seemed as if she would never stop pissing. His cock was now rock hard once again. Betty watched as his cock hardened, and she continued to piss on Jim. Her pussy was wanting that hard cock inside of her again. With her back to him, she lowered her pissing pussy and sprayed his cock. When she stopped pissing, she placed her cunt over his cock and slid it inside her pussy. His cock slid right in her and she once again hated herself for wanting that cock in her pussy, but she needed it. She lowered herself until he felt his scrotum on her thighs. Up and down her hips went, as his cock felt so good in her pussy. Jim could not believe that she was fucking him again. He watched as her ass bobbed up and down on his cock. He held her ass cheeks as she fucked him, feeling those orbs in his hands, as she worked her pussy on him. Jim held those globes in his hands when he decided to find out what her asshole was like. Moving one hand to the puddle of urine on the table, he drenched his middle finger and brought it to her anal passage. With a slight move his finger slowly entered her ass hole. Betty gave no sign of wanting him to stop, so he shoved his finger in up to the first knuckle. Betty felt his finger at her ass and was going to say something, but she quickly changed her mind and allowed him to enter that sacred area. When his finger slid in she felt her pussy walls tighten on his fat cock. She continued pumping her pussy on his shaft. "Fuck my ass, stick it in all the way," she said looking at him. Jim wanted to please her, so his finger was pushed in all the way. He felt his cock fucking her pussy through the membrane. His finger followed her motion and it preceded to plunge in and out of her ass. Betty was so close to having her climax, as she watched that hard fat cock run in and out of her soaking cunt. She was dripping more juice in his lap as she felt his finger sliding up her ass. The combination for her was something she had never felt before, and she liked it. She liked it a lot. "Gonna cum again, gonna cum all over that fat hard cock of yours," she managed to say. "Go ahead and cum, let me feel you spill your juices all over my prick," Jim said. "Oh yes, yes, I'm close, fuck my ass," Betty screamed. As her orgasm got closer, Betty grabbed her tits and squeezed them, as her ass was being pummeled by his finger and her pussy by his cock. "SWEET JESUS I'M CUMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG," she hollered, as her pussy let loose with the biggest orgasm she had ever felt. Her cunt tightened on his cock and her fluids raced over his cock and flowed into his lap. Jim felt her pussy get tighter and knew she was there. He continued to shove his cock into her pussy as hard as he could, while his finger stroked her asshole. Her juices warmed his cock and scrotum as his balls were bathed in her sweet cum. He could not hold back either, as his cock shot a jet stream of cum up into her warm wet pussy. Two, three, four times he let loose in her and she felt each shot as her body shuddered. She was getting tired, but felt that she needed more. After he finished shooting his cum into her cunt, and he started to get soft, she pulled up from his deflating rod and turned towards Jim. Walking up the table, she sat on his fat stomach and slid into his face. Jim watched as she stood and his finger plopped out of her ass. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he surely would not complain. As she turned, her pussy was still dripping juice on him and as she worked her way forward, she left a cum trail on him. When she sat on his stomach and slid towards his head, he knew what she wanted. As her pussy neared his face, he opened his mouth to receive it. His tongue licked her cuntal fluids and swallowed each drop. He tasted himself and her and loved the mixture. He shoved his tongue into her as deep as it would go, as her hips started to move back and forth over his mouth. His fat arms could not reach around her legs, so he held her thighs as he ate that delicious pussy. He was in heaven and knew in the back of his mind that this may never ever happen with her again. He tongued that cunt with all he could muster. The Masseuse & The Landlord Betty wanted to cum again. She wanted to cum all over his face, make him swallow his own cum from her wet pussy. She had just climaxed a few moments ago and was close again. Her body was reacting quicker that she thought it would, as his tongue worked wonders inside her dripping pussy. Her hip pushed harder on his face, almost choking him for lack of air. "Eat my cunt you fat bastard, suck my pussy and make me cum again," she hollered to him. Jim was close to passing out, as he tried to make this bitch cum, before he blacked out. He got to her clit and sucked it into his mouth and his tongue swiped over it. As he held onto her clit, her body started to shudder. Betty was finally cuming again. Her body liked what he was doing to the point that she reached her climax quickly. "Suck my pussy, drink my cum," she yelled at Jim, as her pussy was once again flowing with juice. Jim tasted her fluids as she drenched his face in warm wet liquid. She was so wet, the juices flowed onto his face and up his nostrils, causing him to start gulping for air. He had to almost throw her body off the table in order to breath. As he brought his upper body up off the table, she fell backwards onto his fat stomach, as he just inhaled a fresh breath of air. He gulped in breath after breath as she laid on his stomach. Her pussy still dripping juice down his chest. The smell of urine and sex hung in the air of the small room. Urine was dripping onto the floor. Cum was stuck all over Jim's upper half and his scrotum. Betty was still breathing hard from her climax. Betty slowly said to Jim, "Take a good look at this pussy, it's the last time you'll ever see it. I did this for my mother, not for you. As she rolled off of him, she told him to get dressed and never bother her or her mother ever again. Betty picked up her clothes, wrapped her robe around her and left the room. She heard the front door slam shut a few minutes later and knew he was gone. Betty hated herself for letting her body betray her the way it did. Although his cock was short, it was fat as hell and it intrigued her. She heard a knock on her door. "Come in mother" she said. As the door opened, Betty saw the tears in her mothers eyes. She hugged her and told her that the landlord will never darken their door again and she was going to see what she could do about lowering their rent within the next few days. Both mother and daughter hugged and cried with one another.