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Massager

By: massagerblore



Hello all. Hope all are doing good. Yeah, lovers and haters are always there, but many thanks to Literotica for helping me to connect to some broadminded and genuine people. For those who think, this is a fantasy/fake/true, you are most welcome to think the way you want to, cannot help or force anybody to think positive always.

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A little about me, I am Nishant, aged 30, from Bengaluru. 

A random day in 2014 my husband shared with me the idea of getting a massage from a male therapist. It well sounded exciting but the thought of a male touching my body was a bit scary. The thought just went at the back of my head. Days went by. During one of our regular monthly trip to a beach resort I decided to get a massage. The resort rules were female to female and male to male. But nevertheless I had to get completely naked in front of her. The whole stripping experience was not so horrible. Instead I was confident. After this experience I wanted to try getting a male therapist but was a bit shy to ask my husband.

You know something called Yoni massage my husband asked me. I was not sure what it was. He then started his detailed explanation. The description made me wet. Yes I'm a sexually active 29 year old woman who is married years and is a mother of a 5 year old girl.

I then told him, "I'm not sure about the yoni massage but I do want to try getting a fully body massage from a male therapist."

"Well why can't we combine a full body massage and a yoni massage together." asked my husband to which I said why not let us give it a try.

Then began the frantic search for a therapist; my husband looked for couple of options. All were willing to offer me a massage but wanted to eventually have sex with me. I lost hope that we will get a good therapist. However my husband kept the frantic search and he found Nishant (we call him Nish). He sounded as a good person and spoke in a professional manner. He even shared his pic with us. My husband shared the link to my Instagram profile, we paid the advance and a date was fixed for the massage.

On the day of the massage I was in Bangalore with my husband. Nish was supposed to come at 11:30am. I got up at 9:30am and after a cup of coffee I took shower. I shaved my vagina in the shower. Nish has asked us to ensure I'm clean shaven. After the shower I wore a pink bra and matching underwear and slipped on my favorite frock and sat on the bed. My husband played a relaxing music on YouTube and we started chatting.

Few minutes later Nish called us. He had reached. My husband went downstairs to fetch him while I waited in the room. Nish stepped into the room. He looked very innocent, soft and well mannered. He was slightly shorter than me. After few courtesy greetings we began to casually chat. I have to admit Nish has a cute butt.

He briefed me about the yoni massage. My husband sat in front of us watching the whole drama. Nish said that he would offer me a back rub to calm me down and help me relax. I accepted the offer and he offer. During the back massage Nish never came near my boobs or butt (though I wish he did). This made me more comfortable and gave me a reassurance that this is a great guy. I closed my eyes and relaxed. He then got down from the bed and asked me to undress and turned around to respect my privacy.

I turned around facing my butt towards Nish and took off my frock, my bra and then my underwear. I was naked and for the first time in front of a male other than my husband. I then turned towards Nish and he said, "Lie down on your abs." I obliged.

He covered my lower half with a towel and started massaging my back. It was a good massage. I was nervous but felt assured as I was not completely naked. Soon I could feel Nish taking the towel off. I was now completely naked and Nish's hand was on my butt. I closed my eyes tight and was a bit conscious, but not for long. He covered every sq millimeter of my butt. I lost my self in this overwhelming attention and touch. In 7 years of my marriage not even once my butt got so much love and attention.

I came out of these thoughts with a jolt. Nish's finger brushed against my vagina. I thought it was accidental. But no, I now felt Nish's fingers slipping in between my butt and rub against my vagina once again. This guy meant business. He then caressed my thighs. I waited for him to rub my vagina once again. But he did not do that. He came really close but then went in the opposite direction. I could feel my vagina getting wet. I was for sure enjoying this.

I was now lying on my back and Nish poured the gel over me. In no time he grabbed my boobs and started massaging them. He went both hard and soft on them. I loved the variation. In between he was a bit hard on my nipples though. I loved when he pinches me. He then went further down and massaged my hip and abs. I loved the soft touch.

Against my mind I could feel my body giving in and my legs part a bit. Nish was now brushing over my vagina but he did not concentrate on it. I knew he was teasing me and yes he was awesome at it. With each brush I got more and more horny.

"Ani the body massage is done, I will now start the Yoni massage" Nish said and went to the washroom to wash his hands. It was few seconds before he was back. I was nervous and did not even open my eyes to look at my husband who was watching all this. I had brought my legs totally close together.

'Hey Ani, are you ready?' Nish asked me. I smiled with eyes shut.

He then grabbed my legs and spread them to the maximum and got in between my legs. Oh my god I was all open in front of him. I could feel the chilly Bangalore wind brush against my vagina. Suddenly I felt oil getting poured over there. I felt some warmth and soon immediately Nish's fingers. A scary wave went through my body but the following ripples of ecstasy overwhelmed me and I started to lose once again. Every time I would go close to giving myself up and then control as my husband was there. I tried this two to three times but beyond it was not possible. "Fuck it I'm going to enjoy told myself" and surrendered to Nish's my hero's magic touches.

He started off with the outside of my yoni. With each touch I could feel his passion increasing and I felt moving into a wonderland where my body belonged to Nish. He went on with my outer part and in his fingers brushed on my clit. I was wet and could feel my juices (metaphor from my husband's dictionary) dripping out of my yoni. He then slid his fingers in side. Till that point my husband had only slid in one finger but Nish slid in two fingers. I could feel my hole expand and a new level ecstasy spread in my body. He massaged my inside and for the first time the sounds of ecstasy came out of me. My sounds were the only music in the room now.

He then pulled out and then began to massage my outer part. Then he would stop and massage my clit and then he would go inside and massage my clit. Oh my god, to say it was awesome would be an understatement.

Then he started doing all the three things at the same time. My goodness, how did he manage it? He was well inside me and massaging my insides, his one finger was giving complete attention to my clit and another finger was rubbing the overall region. Ummmm.

I have read about g-spot but somehow my husband would struggle to find it. Nish exactly new where it was. He was constantly hitting my button (g-spot). This made me shout in enjoyment. He now started fucking me with his fingers every time hitting the g-spot. This made me leak more. There was a slight pain due to the speed. Nish changed his variation every now and then. One second he would do it fast and the very next second he would slow down. But he would hit my g-spot with every thrust.

Then he took his fingers out and went over to my clit. I could feel that he was doing a lot with it but not sure what. I was buried deep into the whole feeling. He then slid one finger in and kept massaging my g-spot and clit at the same time. I could realize that I'm about to come. I also had a sensation that I might urinate.

He increased his speed and passion in hitting my g-spot and my clit. I could hear my own voice and for once I did not care about anything. The urinating sensation became harder. I then came hard, so hard and I must say this was the best. "The best".

Nish kept doing but I asked him to stop as I was about to urinate. He obliged and stopped. He then covered me with a towel and I relaxed. Later I came to know from my husband that the urinating sensation was part of the experience and I might have squirted. Well no problem, I have another session with Nish coming up in Jan 2015. :)

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Hope all have enjoyed reading this. Again, let me tell you, if you think it is fake, it is; if u think its bullshit, it is; if you think it is fantasy, it is; and if you think it is genuine, it is very much genuine.

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For the purpose of this story I am Steve and my daughter is Nancy. She is 28 and I was 48 at the time these incidents took place.

I am a Major Appliance, Furniture and TV Dealer in Elkins, WV. My father left me the business when he died. At the time I is 20 and a new father. There is also about $100,000 and a house. 

My wife and I kept the house and also bought a farm on a mountain road between Belington and Audra State Park. My neighbor takes care of the pasture by grazing his cows there. In addition he keeps me in fresh Dairy Products and quality beef. 

The farm boast's a large barn which I have converted into a garage for a few pet antique cars. 

My wife got involved in politics a couple of years back and spends 90% of her time between Charleston and Washington. That leaves me a near bachelor and my daughter Nancy a near orphan. At least in some respects. 

Neither Nancy or I mind too much. Nancy has taught a few years and then began to take summer and weekend classes at WV University. At my urging she quit working to get a Ph.D. in her first love which is Special Ed.

That's not to imply that I am starved for sex. There is an attractive and divorced school teacher who shows up two or three times a week for mutual servicing. Nancy has seldom been without a companion willing and able to satisfy her urges.

She considers the farm to be her home and she is there whenever she has time off or needed peace and quiet to complete a project. Our ranch type farm house has been completely rebuilt and it's best feature is year round patio on the back with quality exercise equipment and a hot tub. 

While using this area you have a view of the valley and the distant mountains. It is a view that many people in other parts of the country pay millions for. My total investment to date is about $50,000.

Anyhow before the incident described here my sexual feelings toward my daughter were pretty much non existent. In an academic way I knew that she is pretty. I doubted that she is a virgin. I got a bit paranoid when she went out showing too much skin. At times I saw parts of her body that I shouldn't see but they didn't send me to my room to masturbate.

I also has a bit of a tiff with my wife when she put Nancy on the pill and another when she helped her buy masturbation toys. I did surrender easily not wanting to know too much. 

My wife did make a prophetic remark at the time saying something to the effect that if she has the proper toys that she wouldn't be attacking her father. I questioned her remark and she simply said that some teen age girls are sexually attracted to their father. 

Nancy was 18 at the time and I had pretty much forgot the incident. There was the time I happened across a vibrating penis mixed in with Nancy's laundry. Not being sure what to do with it I decided to check her night stand. After all that is where my wife kept her toys. 

Sure enough it has a deep drawer containing an assortment of devices which I'm sure would keep any girl satisfied for a long time. As I returned it there it I did experience a pang of jealousy. I regretted that men were pretty much excluded from the pleasure of toys.

If our hand couldn't do it we were pretty much out of luck. I quickly put the incident out of my mind.

About then the XMAS season started and that along with a couple of other situations kept me away from the farm for about three weeks. 

It was the Friday night before XMAS and I had managed to get to the farm. I was very much feeling the lack of exercise and overwork. It happened that Nancy showed up just as I was fixing myself some supper. As we ate she explained that since we were last together that she had completed her thesis. It had been a lot of work and like me she was somewhat out of shape.

Nancy did the after supper chores as I fixed us a pitcher of cocktails and we found our way to back patio. As I got the hot tub working Nancy began doing the stair step routine. I thought that she was going at it too hard. Then I considered that she was young and quit worrying.

I swallowed half my drink and then did the machines each in proper order. By then Nancy has finished with the rowing machine. My muscles were complaining. They has not done any work for about two weeks. She announced that she was quitting and found and finished her drink.

I retired to the kitchen and refilled the glasses and returned to find Nancy in the hot tub. Although she was pretty much hidden by the bubbles I at first thought that she was naked. Then I realized that she has simply removed her outer garment and was using her bra and panties as her swim suit. 

I couldn't see the panties but the wet sports bra was so sheer that her breasts were not concealed. I couldn't help but admire them. As I looked I saw her nipples began to become erect.

My cock was starting to become erect also. I knew what I might do if she were not my daughter. But she was my daughter and so I got myself under control and mumbled something about getting into my bathing suit.

"Fair was fair." said Nancy "I'm in my underwear, you have to do the same."

Still not looking at Nancy and my cock being back to a reasonably normal size I pulled off my exercise pants. I has on boxer shorts which were bright yellow and has golf pictures here and there. A gift from the previously mentioned school teacher.

I avoided looking at Nancy until my lower half was safely under the water. When I did look at her my daughter has her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. She appeared to be breathing heavily.

I knew what was happening. I was no stranger to the effect of the air driven water pulses against my private place. I had never experienced orgasm from it without the assist of my hand but Gloria, my wife, has on numerous occasions. 

Just then Nancy opened her eyes and saw that I was watching her. "Almost." she said. "Maybe this will help." With that both hands disappeared under the water. I watched her wiggle a bit and then her hand came out of the water. She was holding her sodden panties which she placed on the walkway around the pool.

She saw the look in my face and said "Sorry daddy but I need it bad right now. I've been so busy and Joan went home a week ago. Just don't watch. OK?"

What could I say? I half nodded my head and watched the car headlights on the distant road. Meanwhile without conscious effort I has repositioned myself to take advantage of another pulsing jet.

I took time to pour us both another drink. I gulped mine down and then duplicated my daughters previous action and removed my boxers.

I closed my eyes and settled back into a position much as Nancy was in. I opened them and saw that she was half floating with her head still back and her hands gripping the seat supporting her. I knew that she has stretched herself out to get closer to the pulsing jet.

I closed my eyes again and held my cock in the pulsing water stream. By then I has an urgent need to stroke myself and I did just that. As I approached orgasm I opened my eyes enough to observe that Nancy was apparently finished. Nevertheless I took the final strokes and came. With much enjoyment I might add.

My cum floated to the surface and toward the skimmer. To get there it has to pass Nancy. She scooped it into her cupped hand which she brought up close to her face and mouth. Then she put her hand back in the water and let it float away again.

"I can't imagine that it would taste right after being mixed with chlorine water." she opined.

Then without saying anything more she said quietly. "Past my bed time." With that Nancy picked up her glass which like mine was nearly empty. She climbed from the pool and picked up her panties. 

I did my best not to look but I couldn't help but see and to be turned on a bit by her nicely shaped ass and her nicely trimmed pubic area.

"Thanks daddy. For the drinks too. I will have happy dreams tonight." She kneeled at the side of the hot tub and spoke those words softly into my ear. Then she blew into it then kissed it gently and departed. 

My hard on returned and I fought it down before exiting the pool. 

I just got into my Pajamas and settled into bed when the phone rang. It was Donna, my wife. "I was planning on coming home Tuesday for the holidays. Is that going to be a problem?"

Perhaps I should take time here for more explanation of us and our relationship. First, we are 99.9% open with one another. We have no sexual secrets and we are in full accord on the subject of Nancy. Lastly we do love each other deeply in spite of our apparent separation.

Donna needs almost daily sexual stimulation. Most often if she was not at home she gets it from toys. But she too has her school teachers. A male math teacher in Charleston and a female Social Studies teacher in D.C. There was a real shortage of available men in Washington. 

"Yes. Please do come home. I need you here."

"You sound desperate. What's happening. School teacher hearing wedding bells?"

"No nothing like that." Then I gave her the full account of the hot tub incidents.

"Well she might be working up to something or it may just be a new openness. Time will tell."

"What do I do now. I could go into town and stay there until you get home."

"No, stay there. It's not as if Nancy was a little girl and you are going to rape her. She may still have her father lust and want to have sex with you. Remember she's a sexy 30 year old and quite experienced. She may want to get you out of her system or she may simply want a new experience. The worst thing you can do is run or embarrass her.

If something starts to develop take your clues from her. Don't let her dominate but if she still has that lust for her daddy let her act it out. On the other hand she may simply be horny and in need. Either way it's OK. Believe me."

"But Donna. It's not acceptable."

"Neither was my encounter with my brother Al but we have the best sibling relationship that I know of. Speaking of Al I just might try him again. How about a threesome?" said she in her best teasing manner. 

"Yea. Maybe a foursome. Or maybe a different threesome. My school teacher is not 100% straight and she does admire your body."

"Well now. That's certainly something to fantasize about tonight. What are you wearing?" You can figure out our how we spent our next half hour. Afterward I had a thought that someone was listening in but I didn't really care.

I woke up about 8:00 AM. I heard Nancy about. I got up and I found myself almost staggering because of my protesting muscles. I was paying for my last evening's excess on the machines. 

I hobbled into the kitchen area just as Nancy entered from the other direction. She took one look at me and said. "I see that you're in the same shape I am. Breakfast first and then we need to limber up the old muscles."

Nancy cut a grapefruit and put out some cereal and other fruit. But it was coffee first and then I tackled the fruit and cereal. Nancy finished before I did and disappeared. A few minutes later she went into the master bedroom. She was in there a while and then she came out with a Prelude massager in her hand and a questioning look on her face.

"Where's the Swedish Massager. Mom used to keep it in her toy drawer."

I was totally unprepared for that question. Not only did her familiarity with Donna's toys throw me. But also how to explain that I sometimes sat in the dark on the patio and used the Swedish Massager. It wasn't always the right assist but if I began at just the right point in my masturbation routine it produced dramatic results.

Finally I didn't explain but simply told her where to find it and asked just what was on her mind. "Actually massage was on my mind. I have this massager but I think that the Swedish type has definite possibilities."

Some erotic pictures composed themselves in my mind and without thinking first out of my mouth came a smart remark. "Erotic possibilities or those they were designed for?"

"OH daddy. You are a prude. I admit that the Prelude is dual purpose but the Swedish is mostly legitimate and that's what I want it for this morning."

I buried myself in the task of clearing the table and washing the breakfast dishes. By then I heard Nancy in the patio area and she was fumbling with the Hi Fi when I entered.

A promised snow arrived and obscured everything beyond 20 feet of the floor to ceiling windows. It was quite dark except for the glow from the overhead Infra Red units which made for a very cozy atmosphere. 

Nancy was dressed in a T-shirt which covered her hip's when she stood. Thankfully she was wearing white cotton panties. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was obvious as was the fact that she really didn't need one. Her nipples were erect but I hoped that the cause was the weather and not sexual arousal.. 

At least I told myself I hoped that. After my conversation with Donna I wasn't really sure what I should be thinking. I could feel the carefully built walls falling away. I turned and went back to my room. I quickly showered and shaved and soothed my face with Old Spice. 

Without conscious thought I spread a little on my thighs just as I would occasionally do for Donna. A pair of loose cotton shorts was my only attire as I returned still limping to the exercise area. 

By then I had forced myself back and had 'my head screwed on straight' or so I thought. Nancy was sitting with her legs dangling over the edge of an exercise/massage table. She has a Swedish Massager strapped to her hand and was alternately massaging her thighs and then her waist.

"Come over and do my back from my neck to my toes. Daddy. Please...." As she was speaking she picked up her Prelude massager from the table and handed it to me.

Nancy reached down clearly intending to remove her T-shirt. "Turn your head daddy. I don't want you incapacitated with lust." I did as she asked and just a minute later she said. "OK. Turn around and do me. OP's that came out wrong. Massage me was what I mean."

Nancy was laying on the table her head resting in her crossed arms. She was nude except for the spotless panties. Her breasts were concealed by her upper torso and her arms against her sides. Her nicely curved rump invited me to spank it. I gave it one little swat on each cheek. 

Nancy lifted her butt and wiggled it and said. "Now you have to rub lotion into it and make it better. But do my back first." 

I looked at the massager and it seemed pretty straight forward. It has a handle, a control with several speed choices and an optional infra red hear source which would surround the massager head with controlled heat.

I knew from advertisements that it came with various optional heads several of which were obviously for masturbation. The one in my hand has a round thick head and it was equally obviously intended for massage.

I got the massager turned on and began to massage her neck and upper back. I used the massager in one hand and my other hand as best I could. 

At first it was not erotic. I worked Nancy's neck and shoulder and upper back area hard and I could feel the muscles loosen under my fingers. I worked my way down to her panty line and stopped.

"What next?"

"Well first my butt still stings so rub a little of body lotion into it. There's some in my carryall."

"You mean with my hands?"

"Sure. Why not? I've also got some massage oil in that carryall. Then why don't you finish my legs and hips with that."

"Well your legs, OK but not my bare hands on your bare butt and that's the only way it could work."

"Don't be a spoil sport daddy. Just pull my panty down and do my can. After all you're the one who stung it."

So back and forth we went. One minute I wanted to massage her bare body in the worst way. The next my Puritanical principles came into play. 

I weakened quickly and pulled her panties down. 

First I poured some oil on her ass cheeks and massaged the area thoroughly. I used one hand on each cheek. As my hands moved downward the curve between my thumb and my fore finger seemed to match the line between Nancy's cheeks and her thigh.

I used the lotion only on the red areas but I did massage the area thoroughly and enjoyed the feel of her tight muscled buttocks under my hands. Finishing I felt very proud of myself for not having surrendered to my desire to put a thumb into her pussy. I pulled her panties back up.

I turned the massager back on and did her lower legs. I started working on the upper thighs and fought the desire to move my ministrations to her inner thighs. I lost my fight with myself and moved the Prelude along the panty line slowly toward the inside and her bulging mound. 

Nancy cooperated by spreading her legs allowing access to her entire inner thighs. Now not only was her cunny mound was visible under her panties but also the depression between the puffy lips. Then I noticed a large wet area developing toward the front of the crotch of panties that started the morning being spotlessly clean and dry.

As her thighs vibrated in tune with the massager I noticed a change in Nancy's demeanor. Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed. Her mouth was slightly open and panting. There was an erotic look about her as she seemed to be grinding her pelvis into the table in a slight circular motion.

My hand was no longer in the control of my mind. I pushed the head of the massager against Nancy's pubic mound. Nancy immediately pushed back against it and after just a few seconds she was slamming her pelvis against the table as she orgasmed.

I didn't stop and Nancy didn't stop. We kept this up for several minutes as her mouth spewed out words and sounds that I cannot describe. There was no doubt that they were expressions of satisfaction and love.

Eventually it was finished. I collapsed into a nearby chair and waited for whatever was to come. Nancy still lying on the table was facing me. She opened and looked at me through dreamy eyes. It was a few minutes before she spoke. 

"Thank you daddy. As they say, 'I owe you' and in just a minute I will be strong enough to pay you back." It was longer than a minute until she stood in front of me and put out her hand to help me up.

"OK now. On the table you go." I laid on the table on my stomach. As I did I adjusted my semi hard cock hoping to conceal any erection. Nancy did a professional job on my back and legs and then bade me to turn over.

At that moment my cock was flaccid and I was sure that I has it under control. Before laying back down Nancy handed me a water bottle which I drained before laying down on my back. Nancy was standing on my left about in line with my chest and stomach.

As I lay there I looked upward. I had a delicious view of the underside of a pair of firm well shaped breasts capped with medium brown and very erect nipples. It was then I realized that I was lost. I could feel my cock straining to get out of my shorts.

Nancy watched it's struggle with obvious delight. "I seem to have caused a problem. I take care of it in due time." With those words she began to massage my shoulders and chest. 

My hard on abated somewhat and Nancy moved to my feet and started to move up my legs. When she reached my knees she stopped and put the Swedish massager on her right hand. 

She turned it on and did a through job on my left leg. Her thumb was getting near the hem of my shorts and I was again fully erect. Nancy shifted her hand to my right knee and took her sweet time working her way upward.

I died with indecision. I wanted very badly for her to grab my hard cock and milk the cum from it. I also wanted to be someplace else and free of all guilty thoughts.

Nancy resolved the dilemma. She quit teasing and grabbed my erection through my shorts with the hand which held the massager. I made a feeble move to stop her but she held firm and bent her head placing her lips close to mine.




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"Let me do this daddy. Let's do everything once. Please."

By then I was so close to coming that all I could do was to nod weakly. Then Nancy's tongue began moving back and forth over my lips and I was coming. 

What a come it was. I felt as if I was spurting out cum like a garden hose. My shorts became soaked as did my thighs and lower legs as Nancy's other hand tried to aim the spurts.

"Wow. I do hope the when you come inside of me there's even half that much.

"You are going to come inside of me aren't you daddy?"

At this point the question was academic. Nancy pulled off my shorts and led me by the hand to the hot tub. 

I was still in a bit of a haze so I don't recall seeing her turn on the bubbles or remove her bottoms. But somehow we were side by side in the pulsating streams with our hands on and in each other's private places.

Well anyhow that's how it started. The storm lasted twenty four hours. It was another twenty four until the road was clear. It was another twenty four before I has any interest in clearing the driveway.

Nancy has an incredible cunt and she has control over it. It and my cock seem to fit together perfectly. I did spew copious amounts of cum into her cunt. 

We did the oral stuff too. Up till then my wife was my favorite at giving oral but she must have taught Nancy all she knew. Nancy was as good as her mother and again managed to swallow all the cum I produced. 

I licked her pussy until both her pussy lips and my mouth needed soothing. She claimed that her orgasms if she counted would have broken all records.

Donna showed up just as I finished clearing the driveway. She examined us and pronounced us healthy but tired. She ordered twenty four hours in bed ALONE for each of us. 

Lucky for us all we had food as they say 'up the ying yang' so we didn't starve nor did we leave the house until the day after XMAS. On XMAS plus one we went into Morgantown bought each other expensive belated Christmas presents and a fine dinner. We restocked the larders and returned to the house. 

Two days later we called in all three school teachers who remained till New Years Day.

Anything you might imagine we were all doing during that period has a good chance of being an accurate guess.



Massages Can Be So Good For You...



My business trip was to Kansas City. I had some time to kill, so I went to a massage parlor. I have done this a few times. I am very nervous when I go in...

The asian girl was slim and pretty. She seemed to be about 25 years old. I am not good with guessing ages though. She was wearing a colorful oriental dress. Her tits looked very small. She had short black hair and a pretty smile. She had me take all my clothes off while she left the room. I was already semi-hard. She turned down the lights...lit a candle before she left.

After stripping I laid down on the massage table. I made sure to point my cock downward and spread my legs so that the head was sticking out between my thighs. I'm sure she saw it when she walked in. It is very exciting for me to be naked in front of women. She came back shortly and asked if I was comfortable. Of course, I replied yes. She poured some warm oil on my back and started massaging my shoulders...then back...then she moved to my feet...then slowly up my leg.

As she moved up my legs, she was getting closer and closer to my cock head. A couple of times she actually grazed it...very nice.

Then she moved to my ass...massaging the cheeks...I love that!!! My butt is very sensitive.

With every rub, she would let her fingers go deeper and deeper. Soon, she was actually grazing my hole...oh I was in heaven and completely hard by then. It was slightly uncomfortable laying on my hard cock..

Then, she asked me to turn over. When I did, my cock sprung back and slapped my stomach. She cooed and said 'very nice'...

She poured more oil on my chest, stomach....she began massaging my chest, stomach...coming close but not touching my cock. Then she moved to my feet again and started moving up my legs much like she did while I was on my stomach.

She stopped short of my cock and balls and said that she had to excuse herself. She said someone would be back to 'finish' my massage. This has never happened before. All the other times that I have gotten a massage, the same masseuse 'finished' me. I was kind of nervous.

In a few short minutes, another attractive Asian woman entered the room. While I was there alone and scared, my cock softened a bit. I was still semi-hard but not all the way. I had also leaked quite a bit of pre-cum out of my cock hole onto my stomach. It is very clear and slippery.

The Asian woman was quite a bit older. I would say at least 50. She had a robe on. She had longer gray and black hair and I'm sure was very pretty when she was younger. She also smiled when she came in and poured a little more warm oil on my stomach...she only rubbed my stomach...nice and gently...all around my cock but making sure not to touch it. She would glance at my eyes and then back at my cock while she did this. After only a couple of minutes, I was very hard again. my cock was actually twitching a little bit and moving up and down as my blood pumped through my veins.

She kept smiling and had a gentle touch...her skin was slightly wrinkled but very soft. When I was completely hard, she asked me (in an asian accent) if I wanted her to 'finish'. I asked how much and she said that 'fucky' would be $250 and that 'sucky' would be $150. I asked how much handjob would be and she said $100. I said I didn't have that much and she asked how much did I have. I told her that I only brought $50 with me. She said that I could only get 'touchy touchy' for $50...not a blow job.

I said ok...she seemed a little disappointed but poured a little warm oil on my cock. It slowly ran down my balls and also over my ass.

She opened her robe but didn't take it off. Her tits were bigger than the other girls and they sagged down almost to her belly. Her nipples were very dark and were really large in diameter. Her nipples were only slightly hard. she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast...it was warm and very soft....my favorite kind of tits!

She touch my cock head and slowly started to stroke it...her grip was soft...she encircled my entire cock and slowly began stroking the entire length. With her other hand, she alternated between massaging my balls and rubbing my anus...

I was kneading her tits and her nipples became harder....I lifted them and they were heavy...I love breasts and nipples and heavy and soft tits...

She began stroking a little harder and faster. I could have cum very quickly but I tried to hold off...it felt soo nice...I could not hold off any longer and felt the impending orgasm making its way up my cock....I exploded and shot about 3 ropes of cum onto my stomach and her hand. She kept pumping for a minute or so to push all of my cum out of my cock.

She left the room for a minute and came back with a warm wash cloth. She gently washed the warm cum off of my stomach and also cleaned my balls and wiped the oil of my ass where she had been rubbing my hole...

She left the room for good and I got up and got dressed...I was very relaxed and felt wonderful.

I paid and left with a huge smile on my face!!! 



Massaging Darcie



The small sign hanging in the window of the entryway was innocuous enough. "Oriental Massage" it read simply. If one wasn't paying attention as they drove by, they'd likely miss it, and mistake it for a plain, white house with an odd location. It's not every day that you see a house in the middle of an otherwise commercial/industrial area. But I was observant, and had seen the sign driving to and from work many times. It always piqued my curiosity.

I had a strong feeling about what kind of place it really was. If it was a legitimate massage office, why not advertise with a bigger sign, right? No, this was the kind of place that seemed to value its unassuming exterior, and didn't want to attract the attention of the straight and narrow. I was almost positive that it was the kind of place that frat boys joked about, and businessmen "stuck late at a meeting" didn't tell their wives about.

And yet I couldn't help but wonder what kind of reaction I'd get if I strolled in and asked for a massage. Would the turn me away outright because I was a girl? Would they just give me a massage and send me on my way? Or would I be offered anything "extra?" Not that I'd want anything extra, mind you. I have a rule about paying for sexual release; I don't do it.

Still, idle curiosity can only be contained for so long. Eventually it has to be satisfied.

Months of building my courage had passed before I walked into the entryway. Inside there was a little sitting room with a couple of couches that looked like they were stolen from a Salvation Army drop site. A pair of miss-matched end tables supporting dishes of hard candy and chipped lamps with threadbare shades filled out the entryway. Between the tables was a heavy-looking door with a doorbell. Above the door was a very visible camera. Taped to the door was a two-item price list; half hour session $XX, and hour session $XX. Simple enough.

I rang the bell and waited. I could hear movement inside, but it seemed like I was standing there waiting forever. No doubt, I was being checked out on the camera. Finally the door opened and a rather attractive Korean woman of about 35-40 years of age appeared before me. 

She was short, with short black hair, and deep brown eyes. Her skin was the color of mocha, and looked soft to touch. Her breasts looked fairly large under her tiny blue print dress, and I could tell at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra. I even doubted she was wearing panties, judging from the lack of telltale panty lines on her slender hips. She was barefoot, and wearing a confused look on her face.

"We're not hiring," she said, and started closing the door.

Before she could close the door I told her, "I don't want a job. I'd like a massage."

She opened the door back up and then looked me up and down, one hand on her hip. She had an "are-you-serious?" look on her face, and I almost felt like just shrinking away and forgetting about the whole idea. Maybe this wasn't one of my brighter plans.

Finally, she said, "You want a massage here? You sure?"

I nodded. She shrugged and opened the door, allowing me in. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting when I crossed the threshold, but I was pleasantly surprised. The place was neat and tidy. Giant fans and prints with Korean writing lined the walls, and I could smell incense burning from somewhere nearby. It was fairly nice, more than outclassing anything I had been imagining.

"You want a long massage or a short massage," she asked, closing the door behind me. 

"What's the difference?"

"The longer massage costs more," she said, laughing. I couldn't help myself, and laughed, too.

"No, really the short massage is okay," she said, "but the long massage gives me more time to work on stress areas and trouble spots. It's more relaxing than a short massage, too. For short massages, I don't use any oil, and no shower after."

"Then I'll take the longer massage." Maybe I had misjudged this place. It didn't seem seedy, and she seemed genuinely interested in her work. But then again, she wasn't wearing anything under her short dress that I could see.

"Okay, money first," she said, holding out her hand. I slipped her some bills and she smiled. Holding out her hand, she said, "Follow me."

Taking her hand, she led me towards the back of the 'house,' and into a bedroom-type area. The room was dimly lit, yet still had a cozy feel to it. Against the far wall was a generously padded massage bed with a small white towel draped across the middle, with another white towel folded on top of that one. Against the adjoining wall was a fully blocked out window, and a rack full of folded linens, towels, bottles of oils, lotions, well-worn magazines, and a small radio. Next to that there was a padded chair and an end table with a vanilla-scented candle burning on top.

Motioning towards the massage bed, she said, "Take off your clothes and lay down. I'll be right back."

"Should I totally undress," I asked.

"Unless you want oil on your clothes, yes."

I started taking off my shoes, and she left the room, closing the door behind her. I folded my clothes neatly and put them on the chair, with my socks tucked into my shoes underneath. I was down to my panties, and starting to feel a little vulnerable. I can't explain it now, but for some reason I felt that if I took my panties off and laid down on that table, that'd I'd be crossing some kind of taboo line.

And then I thought, fuck it. It's my life, it's my body, I'm a grown woman, and I don't answer to anyone but myself. There were probably thousands of people across the world who'd done that very thing every day. Granted, I'm sure an overwhelming majority of them were men, but where's the adventure in cow-towing to what society expects of you? It was time to let go and see where this all was taking me. I took my panties off, put them on the chair and lied down on the bed.

A couple of minutes passed as I lay there naked on the bed, trying to clear my head. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want, I told myself. The feeling I'd had getting undressed was passing, and I was ready to relax and enjoy myself. I needed a good massage.

A knock on the door almost made me jump. Looking over my shoulder towards the door, I saw the handle turn, and she entered. She walked over to linen rack, picked up a bottle of oil, and then walked towards me. She picked up the folded white towel I had moved over when I lay down, and used it to cover my butt. Then she asked what kind of a massage I wanted.

"What kinds do you offer," I inquired.

"Swedish, deep tissue, and pressure point," came the response.

"Swedish is soft, right?"

"Very gentle. I only use my fingertips" she said, smiling. She had a very alluring smile.

"Swedish, please." She poured some of the oil into her hands, and then stared working it into my back and shoulders. Her touch was very light, and her hands were incredibly soft. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as she ran her fingers all over my neck, shoulders, and back. She made pleasant small talk with me as she worked her magic. She asked my name, where I was from, what I did for a living, and so on. 

She told me her name was Jin and that she'd been doing massage for about 5 years. As she continued talking to me, Jin stepped up onto the bed, and then straddled my towel-clad butt. She lifted my arms up and back one at a time, and then ran her fingers up and down them. It was one of the most relaxing feelings I'd ever had. But she was only getting started.

She laid my arms back out beside me, and went back to my neck and shoulders. Working her way down, her hands slid to my sides. As she moved her hands lower, they slid across the sides of my breasts, giving me a little shiver of delight. I rose up and little, exposing a bit more of my chest, wondering if she'd do more. On her next trip back up my sides, she grazed the sides of my breasts again. On the way back down, she wrapped her hands around the exposed part of my breasts and let her hands linger before working her way back down. I moaned softly in the back of my throat from her gentle touch.

Jin leaned down and whispered softly into my ear, "You like that, honey?" I sighed contentedly and nodded my head.

"Oh, you're a bad girl, aren't you?"

"Maybe," I whispered.

"Good," she sighed, "I'll make you feel good all over, bad girl."

Then she slid her body down my legs, still continuing to straddle me. Her naked thighs felt wonderful as they brushed against my mine and down past my calves, ankles and feet. Jin picked up the towel covering my butt, and tossed it off the bed. Then she lifted my right leg and put it onto her shoulder, while pulling my left foot directly between her legs. I could instantly tell from the body heat and the tickles of tiny hairs on my foot that I had been right; she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. A familiar warmness crept into my own cunt as I felt her press into me.

Slowly, she ran her fingers up and down the length of my right leg, the motion causing her mound to press over and over into the heel of my left foot. She leaned forward a bit, and ran her fingers all the way up my inner thigh, her hand so close to my pussy that I could feel its warmth. Jin's hand lingered for just a moment, and then slid agonizingly back down, away from me. I groaned disappointedly.

"Not yet," Jin teased, switching my legs out; my right foot now between her legs and my left on her shoulder. But I wanted it so badly! My body and it's arousal at her touch were betraying me. I wanted her fingers on me, touching me, inside me. This woman, this stranger who did this kind of thing all the time for men, was making me crazy. Nothing's going to happen, indeed.

She repeated the process with my left leg, her fingers achingly close to my pussy. I whimpered in delight and desperation. I was so wet that I could feel it running down my thigh. Jin finally set my leg back down, but spread it away from my right. She then straddled my right leg, and slid her way up, finally coming to rest on my lower thigh. I could feel her heat and the tickle of her pubic hair there as she started massaging my butt. Just the top and sides at first, and then slowly working her way towards the middle. Before long, she was running her thumbs up the top cleft of my ass while her fingers ran across the cheeks.

"Feel good, honey?"

"God, yes," I stammered, my voice a breathy whisper.

She slid her thumbs down and pressed them directly against my anus. I moaned my approval loudly as my hips gently bucked back, pushing against her thumbs. I was beyond caring where she touched me, just so long as she touched me.

"Time to roll over," Jin said, as her hands slid away from my ass. I rolled over, trying to regain my composure. Laying there, totally nude and exposed to her, I felt deliciously naughty. My nipples were as hard as pebbles, and my cunt twitched anxiously as Jin rubbed more lotion between her hands. Lust had overcome me, and I'd thrown caution to the wind about the same time she'd thrown that little towel that covered my ass onto the floor.

Jin straddled my waist, her pussy pressed right against my muff, driving me wild. Her hands slid along my shoulders, her fingers tracing my collar bones ever so gently. She worked her hands lower, down the sides of my breasts and onto my belly, and then back up again. Over and over she did that, making my nipples ache to be touched. My own hands worked their way up to Jin's hips, pulling her tighter onto me. She smiled down at me, and feeling brave, I worked my hands up higher. I kept expecting her to stop me, but when my hands reached her breasts and started gently kneading them, she only smiled bigger.

"Your breasts are so nice, Jin," I breathed. At long last, her fingertips slipped over my nipples, making me moan yet again. She started making circles on my breasts that ended with her tugging my nipples before starting the process all over again.

"Yours are so sexy, honey," she said, sliding her hands up my arms. She gently pulled my hands away, and then pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her lovely, naturally full breasts. I bit my bottom lip as she pulled my hands back up, placing them back onto her chest. I gently rolled her breasts in my hands, feeling their heft, then slowly ran my thumbs around her dark nipples. Jin made contented sounds as she slid down my legs. My hands reached for her breasts, but she pushed me back down onto the bed.

Again, her soft, sensual hands slid up my thighs and up to my hips, grazing the very outside of my muff along the way. I groaned every time her fingers glided up and down, brushing so gently against the sides of my mound. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take much more of her teasing. I was about to beg her to touch me, when her hand slid over my muff, her fingertips teasing through my small strip of pubic hair. I sucked in my breath, and it escaped my lips again in a low moan. I closed my eyes and laid back, spreading my legs as far as Jin's straddling would allow.

With her free hand, Jin took my left hand while still rubbing my mound with her other. I opened my eyes and saw that her little dress and ridden halfway up her thighs, exposing her own dark and very hairy pussy. Turning my hand over, she placed it against the warmness between her thighs. My fingers instinctively went to work, gently probing her outer lips as my thumb rubbed against her noticeably swollen clit.

Jin moaned as her own thumb worked its way down to my clit. A surge swept over me and I groaned loudly as my orgasm swept over me. Jin never stopped rubbing my clit as my hips bucked against her caresses and my moans filled the room. She only moaned as she rocked her own pussy against my fingers and thumb.

The waves of pleasure slowly subsided, and I was able to concentrate more on Jin's intensely hot pussy. I slipped a finger into her wetness, hooking it upwards against her front vaginal wall, while still maintaining my rhythm on her clit with my thumb. I sat up, and pulled her closer to me. Without a word, I placed my mouth over her wonderfully dark nipple, sucking and gently nibbling. 

Jin's pussy began contracting around my finger, and her breathing intensified. Her body quivered, her hips bucked against my hand, and she let out a long moan as her orgasm flooded over her. I slipped my finger out of her, and rubbed her outer lips and clit as she shuddered, my lips still locked around her nipple.

Opening her eyes, Jin said, "Oh, baby, you ARE a bad girl!"

"So are you," I replied, still kissing the tops of her breasts, my hand still idly rubbing against her wetness. She giggled, and pushed me roughly back onto the bed. I couldn't help but giggle, too. Jin lied down beside me, and put her arm across my waist. I felt very intimate lying there with her as we both caught our breath. I didn't know that a "naughty" massage could be like this. Maybe I'd been missing out? And then a thought hit me:

"Now, about that shower..." 



Massaging Her



For about a year I had the pleasure of regular sensual/erotic massages with a wonderful middle-aged woman in a nearby town. As time went on what started out as a paid service became increasingly interactive and mutually satisfying. This story records the last session we had, before she moved away. Although there are a few embellishments it is mostly true, and accurately reflects our relationship.

I called her from my cell phone. "I just got off the highway and will be at your place in a few minutes." She wants me to always call just before arriving so that she can greet me at the door and let me in quickly, before anyone notices she has a guest.

The house, old, gray, neglected, and peeling, is in the business district of Salem, between a bridal shop and a funeral home, across from a municipal building. I park down the street, walk to her house, and as soon as I'm at her door it opens to let me in. She's in a bathrobe, barefoot, having just gotten out of the shower. I look down into her deep misty blue eyes, at the smile on her face, and we give each other a quick hug, anticipating the delights that will come. She looks sexy in her bathrobe, and has an impish delightful grin.

The house is old and in disrepair, with holes in the walls, and old brown paint on the wide floor boards. It's in the process of being renovated, but no end is in sight. And she only rents there, but not for much longer.

We go upstairs to the only nice room I've seen. It's a bedroom with a king-sized bed, a nice cover, and several large pillows. The room has lots of candles, subdued lighting, and full-length mirrors along one wall. It's been set up for quiet and comfort. I undress, put my clothes on the only chair in the room, and shower to make myself extra clean.

I dry off and wait in the bedroom until she returns with some ice water for us, and a bottle of hot oil. She's now wearing just a teddy. I wonder why she bothers, because we both know it'll be off soon. But I guess it's become a kind of ritual, perhaps even a tender joke.

I hug her, and kiss the top of her cleavage. "Let's take that thing off", and so she does. Watching her take it off is kind of like opening a Christmas present. I never get tired of watching her. She stands there naked, smiling, knowing that I enjoy looking at her. I do make sure to tell her that most every chance I get.

She's middle-aged, almost 50, no longer a sweet young thing. But I've long ago grown tired of sweet young things, instead preferring the self assuredness and gentleness of more mature women. And I'm no longer a young stud myself. Those times are long gone. But my maturity has taught me how to be gentle, how to put the pleasure of the woman before mine. Mature women seem to appreciate my gentleness and slow pace, whereas sweet young things are just anxious to get me off, take my money, and have me go. Mature women return my attention in spades. Sweet young things aren't really interested.

Her breasts, although no longer as tight and perky as they would have been years ago, are more full and, to me at least, attractive. A large proud pink erect nipple highlights the tip of each breast. I love nipples. Her skin is clear and smooth. There's a scar from where she had a c-section many years ago. Her pussy is shaven. Her body is firm, with almost no sagging, the benefit of regular exercise and hard work.

And she trusts me. Months of encounters have let her know that I'll not do anything she's not comfortable with, that I respect her boundaries absolutely. It took a long time to earn that trust. But it's worth it. She's told me stories about other clients who try to break down her limits; she never sees them a second time. One absolute boundary for her is that we will not have intercourse, but that's fine with me.

We hug, naked flesh to naked flesh. I feel her nipples against my chest. We embrace tightly, each enjoying the closeness of physical contact. We stand there for several minutes enjoying this special natural closeness. Sometimes I move around behind her and reach around to caress her breasts; and then I like to feel her cool buttocks against my front. She always asks me "whose massage is this anyway" if I do that.

In the past I would have gone and lay on the bed and she would have massaged me. But today is different. We had discussed this some time before and she agreed. I am going to massage her. Her pleasure today will be my pleasure. And I tell her that today it's about her, and to not think at all about pleasuring me.

She lies face down at the edge of the bed and hands me the bottle of hot oil. I place one hand on her back near her neck, the other resting just above her bottom. "Relax and breathe deeply. Know that someone you trust is going to give you pleasure. Know that your pleasure is all that matters today." And then I begin the massage.

I stroke hot oil into her back, down her spine, into her shoulders -- long sensuous strokes. She has told me that I have exquisite touch, and today she will experience that with no requirement on her part to reciprocate. I work the muscles around her neck and shoulders -- long strokes along her torso ending at her buttocks.

This is the first time I've given a massage and, surprisingly, I'm finding it not particularily erotic on my part, just sensual, relaxing, and enjoyable. I thought I'd have an erection while massaging her, but I don't. What I'm finding most difficult is maintaining long even strokes and not being clumsy with the bottle of hot oil.

I massage more hot oil into her arms. I stroke and squeeze each individual finger. I repeat the strokes on her back and along her spine.

With long strokes I work my way down to her legs. I wipe off the bottoms of her feet, spread her legs a bit and work on her calves, her thighs, the beginning of her buttocks. Her pussy peeks out from between her legs. But I leave it alone for now. Back to her feet, I lift her left leg, bend it at the knee, bend it back tight against her body, and then back to lay flat on the bed. I find that motion extremely enjoyable when she does it to me and I'm hoping that she enjoys it as well.

I massage her left foot, massage each toe. I use both hands to surround her left leg and do long strokes along her leg right up to her bottom. I repeat on her right side; but it's awkward because we're on a bed, not a table, and it's hard to reach around her body.

I return to massaging her lower back. I stroke across her body instead up and down. She's now totally relaxed and purring. She's been purring since the first stroke.

Time to work on her buttocks. I work hot oil massage into her left cheek, work the flesh, back and forth, up and down. I reach over and work the right side. She has smooth, full cheeks, and they're still tight, cool to the touch. I continue kneading each cheek with a circular motion, careful to miss nothing, being sure to extend my hands down the side of her body and even a little bit underneath, between her and the bed.

Gently I spread her legs a bit more. Her pussy is now more visible. But it is not yet time for that. I work hot oil into the crack between her cheeks and rub along the entire area. My finger enters her rosebud about an inch. She gasps but says nothing, keeps purring. I do gentle strokes in and out of her rosebud, but not too deep. There are wonderful nerves in that area, neglected all too often. I love it when she does that to me. She wasn't sure she'd enjoy that, as she's told me she's frightened of anal sex, but she trusts that I'll stop if she says to. She doesn't. I massage the area between her legs, the short narrow area between her rosebud and the start of her pussy.

I go back to work on her buttocks some more. And then it's a few minutes of light feathery strokes along her entire backside.

I put my mouth close to her ear and whisper gently that it's time for her to turn over.

While she's turning over I clean off the finger that I used on her rosebud. There was nothing on it, but it's good to be sure of cleanliness.

She's now laying face up, totally relaxed. She stretches her arms above her head lifting her breasts. The contentment on her face highlights the attractiveness of her breasts, her nipples, her torso, her pussy, her legs. Little pleases me more than a naked woman relaxing and trusting me. She is one of the most erotic visions I've seen in a long time. Watching a woman in the throes of orgasm is even more exciting, and we both know that will happen in a bit.

I decide to massage her head. I massage her throat, around her jaw and cheeks and the borders of her mouth. I massage her nose and parts of the face on either side. I squeeze her ear lobes and knead each entire ear. I place my fingers on her closed eyes and gently rub her eyelids over her eyeballs. I pause for a moment and hold her face firmly in my hands.

Time to move on to more interesting things.

I massage her chest, skipping her breasts, down to the lower part of her torso, massage her abdomen stopping just above her pussy. I finger around and into her navel. I'm standing at her head with my arms extended down through her cleavage to her stomach. I rub up and down her entire stomach, then in circles on her lower abdomen below her navel, work back up her midsection towards her breasts, and lightly finger circles around them.

I drip warm oil on to her right breast, avoiding the nipple but circling around it, and stroke firmly outwards with my thumbs, from the nipple to her chest, with firm simple strokes. I work around the entire nipple in that manner. Then I grasp the entire breast and rub it with oil. For some minutes I enjoy the feeling of kneading her breast with my hands. And I do the same with her left breast.

I return to the right nipple, squeezing, rolling and rubbing. Then I do the left nipple: squeeze, roll and rub. I bend over and kiss the right nipple, sucking on it for a few seconds, and include a gentle nip. Then I repeat with the left nipple. That's only perfunctory attention for now. Her breasts will receive even more attention later. And I kind of want her to wonder at bit at this point, to be wanting more attention there. She won't be disappointed later, I hope.

I move to her legs. I spread her legs further apart, as far as she's comfortable spreading them, way out, with the knees bent, ready for intercourse but knowing that we won't. For the first time her pussy is completely exposed. It glistens, looks like a beautiful flower just waiting to blossom, moist with her woman-dew. Her smell reaches me, excites me.

I pause for a moment to savor the vision before me. Her legs are spread, offering her womanhood for my view. Her eyes are closed, her face has a smile of contentment. I delight in the sight of a seemingly never-ending expanse of skin punctuated with her marvelous nipples on her shapely mounds, all awaiting my attention.

I massage the top of her left leg and thigh. I get right into her groin and brush her pussy lips "accidentally". She's clearly enjoying this as her pussy drips more moistness and her purring increases with every stroke. I do the same on her right side.

Both hands now rub oil into her abdomen, just above her mound. Circular motions all around her mound, but never quite on it, except for "accidental" touches, elicit a decided increase in purring. My hands work in much closer. Now there is no avoiding her pussy. My left hand strokes along the outer lips as my right hand continues to massage her abdomen, just above. The middle finger of my left hand lightly rubs directly over her lips. Her purring becomes a decided moan and the lips separate so very slightly. My finger enters her warmth and lovingly strokes in and out. I locate her G-spot and stroke it. When my other hand squeezes warm oil on her clit she gasps.

I delight in watching her smile with pleasure, totally relaxed and with total abandon.

As I continue rubbing and stroking her body gives a tiny shudder, almost impossible to detect unless you're looking for it. But I know what to look for because she has told me how she reacts when she cums. She squeezes her legs together, coyly, shyly, like so many women do after cumming, looks up, opens her eyes, and smiles. She thinks we're done, and doesn't know there's more to come. We pause for a drink of water.

I invite her to move up on the bed, where we can lie together (just to relax she thinks). When she's massaged me we've always done this, to cuddle and continue to be tender before calling it a day.

As we lie next to each other, content to look at each other and hug, I begin to gently stroke her face, and then begin to caress her body as we lay face to face. I've done this in the past and she's said that she finds that kind of touch from me exquisite. She lays back and it's time for me to continue.

I get up on my knees so that my chest is over hers and begin rubbing mine against hers. Back and forth, I use my entire upper body to rub her. This is one of my favorite things to do. I feel her warmth, her skin, her nipples against my chest. And I am erect. She begins to purr again and reaches out to hold my cock. I continue to rub my chest against hers until she seems to have had enough.

Wondering if she would feel comfortable with it, I whisper in her ear, "Would you like me to lick your pussy?" "No, let's take it slow for now", she answers. And I now know another boundary to respect. Maybe it will be just a temporary one. "I'll get very close but that's all", I assure her. And I honor that, no matter how much I ache to taste her sweet nectar.

I take her left breast in my mouth and begin to pleasure the nipple. My tongue licks around the nipple, never quite touching it. I suck on her nipple, breathe heavily on it, gently grasp it and nip it. I love licking and sucking nipples, especially when they're as sensitive and responsive as hers. Meanwhile my left hand massages her right breast. I continue working on her left breast and nipple for many minutes, and then switch to the other side. I tell her we don't want the other side getting jealous, and she chuckles.

Then I start moving down her body, kissing and sucking inch by inch. I stop at her navel, give particular attention to it and explore it with my tongue. I reach her abdomen and continue down, lavishing warm breaths, licks, and kisses all the way.

Upon my urging she spreads her legs, this time again as wide as she can, offering her womanhood to me, obviously aroused, but knowing that I'll keep to the limits she's set. I kiss and lick above her pussy, lick and kiss around and just to each side. Her musky smell keeps me pleasuring her there much longer than I'd thought possible. I breathe directly on her pussy as she purrs with pleasure. I cup her mound with my hand, ready for my finger to once more enter and pleasure her center. But she indicates that once was enough.

And so I lavish kisses and breaths on her body as I work back up towards her head, where once again we lay next to each other, stroking each other for a few moments. She nestles her head beneath my head, against my neck and we hug. Finally we decide to get up. We enjoy another long tight nude hug, and with difficulty, refrain from starting over again.

Our anticipated hour became almost two, and we never noticed. I've not cum, and I don't care; her pleasure has been mine.



Massaging Jordan



Today is a very special day for both Jordan and me.

We've spent several weeks IMing after meeting on a dating website. And I'm amazed that we've actually come this far. After all, I'm old enough to be her father. Still, when she saw my picture she said I was handsome. That's a very powerful word when spoken by a much younger woman. And apparently I'm one of the few men she's met on the internet who isn't just looking for sex. 

Our conversations have covered a variety of topics, from everyday to somewhat intimate. I learned that Jordan really needs to be pampered, to have someone pay attention to her and her alone. And I enjoy feeling appreciated when I focus attention on a woman.

So perhaps it's not so surprising that we kept IMing.

After her bout with the flu I wanted to do something really nice for her, but she still didn't feel comfortable enough to meet me face to face. So I suggested to her that I write a story about me pampering her with a sensual massage. If I couldn't actually be there, at least I could let her know how I'd like to pleasure her. She seemed eager and delighted with that suggestion. After all, how many women have any kind of story written about them?

I asked her a number questions to help me write the story, such as where the massage was to take place, what type of massage she wanted, and so on. Jordan had never had a massage, so I had to help her understand that a complete sensual massage would be the most enjoyable, and she took my suggestion.

I told her that for that kind of massage she'd be nude in the story, and that I needed to know what I, the masseur would see. I was a bit shy about asking her questions about her body. But she told me about her tattoos, and even her breast size and the fact that she has sensitive medium sized nipples.

It didn't take me too long to complete the story, partially because I really got into the fantasy. The experience, even though it was just pretend, was quite arousing and kept my interest.

I'd made the story a bit more erotic than I had originally thought I'd make it, and was concerned that she might be offended. So I was quite relieved when she told me how much she enjoyed it, and how she'd reread it several times.

We continued to IM after that, and after a short while she let me know she was ready for a meeting, face to face. I let her choose the location. But we still had to wait for an opportune time, when we could get away without arousing suspicion.

Jordan had given me quite a bit of information about her appearance. Still, I was totally unprepared for the attractive young woman with long brown hair that entered the coffee shop at the appointed time. She looked delightful, and I had a hard time believing that a young woman like her would be willing to meet with a mature gentleman like me.

We had a delightful conversation. It was clear when we had to leave that we'd made a connection, and that a feeling of trust had been established. I guess the weeks of IMing had also helped break the ice.

A few IM sessions later I asked Jordan if she'd like a real massage, not just a pretend one. To my delight she accepted. Not only that, but she said she'd like it to be just like the one in the story. Again, we had problems figuring out how we could get away. But finally today turned out convenient for both of us.

And so today I'll be pampering Jordan, giving her exactly the massage she wants, just like the one in the story.

I arrived at the motel an hour ago and turned up the heat in the room so that she'll be warm during the massage. Then I called her on her cell phone and let her know what motel room I'm in. Now that she's here I tell her how happy I am that she's come, and that I'm looking forward to pampering her.

I give her a hug and notice that she's definitely nervous. So I hold her close and tight. She smells wonderful and I enjoy the feeling of her against me. Slowly her nervousness disappears, and we separate.

"Jordan, I'm looking forward to giving you a massage just like the one in the story. You deserve to be pampered, and so this will be all about you. And just as in the story I'll not use this as a way of getting sexual favors from you. And if there's anything you don't want me to do, just tell me to stop; I'll not do anything against your wishes.

"It's nice and warm in the room because I turned up the heat for you. Although it'll just right for you, because you'll be nude, I'll work up a sweat while working on your body. So I'm going to be in just my underwear in order to help keep cool.

"Now I'd like you to get undressed and then lie face down on the edge of the bed."

I start to strip down to my underwear, while Jordan, just as in the story, undresses completely right in front of me. It's impossible for me not to look as she unveils her charms. She's got a wonderful toned body even after having children, probably because of her constant exercising and belly dancing. I notice the tattoos she's told me about, the ones I've been forced to imagine up until now. She sees me looking and chuckles, "You're watching me undress, just like in the story. But it's ok, and we did agree it would be just like that today."

As she undresses I get a good look at the rose tattoo on her left breast. In the story I had guessed that it would be a single bud with a wisp of green. But instead it's a complete blossom, about the size of a quarter, with small leaves around it. I'll soon know how accurately I guessed about her other tattoos.

She lies face down on the edge of the bed. I place one hand between her shoulders, the other at the base of her spine, press down gently, and pause there for a moment. She's slightly nervous, probably not quite sure what to expect. "Relax and enjoy this gift from me to you. Put your cares out of your mind. Enjoy the warmth and tenderness of my hands caressing your body. Let yourself be someplace beautiful and quiet and safe." And then I begin the massage.

I stand at her head, pour some warm massage lotion into my hands, and begin working on her neck and shoulders. As soon as she feels the warm lotion I hear, "Oh, that's awesome!" With my thumbs I press around the base of her neck and follow down her spine a bit. My hands knead her shoulders to relieve the tension that she's told me needs relief. I continue working on her neck and shoulders until I feel the tension dissipate. As I work on her shoulders I mentally compare the kitten tattoo on her right shoulder to what I had written in the story. It's a small tasteful tattoo of two kittens, one black, one tiger. In the story I had guessed it would be much larger, three kittens in a basket. I really should have asked for additional information instead of guessing.

Having finished with her shoulders I reach over her head with my hands and work all the way down along her spine with my thumbs, as far as her buttocks. By now there is no trace of the slight nervousness that I'd detected when I first touched her. Jordan is relaxed and quiet. She seems to be enjoying this massage, the first she's ever had.

I move away from her head to stand at her side. I pour more warm lotion on my hands and rub it onto her back, starting from her shoulders and continuing in long firm strokes down to her buttocks. I do the side closest to me, and then reach over to the other side. I continue massaging warm lotion into her back for quite some time. By now Jordan is purring, totally relaxed, completely enjoying being pampered. "This is so nice Victor. I never realized how enjoyable a massage could be."

Having finished with her back I move to stand near her feet. With a warm damp cloth I wipe off the soles of her feet and then begin to massage them. First I rub warm lotion over an entire foot, top and bottom, including the ankle. Then I raise her foot into a position less awkward for me. Like all people receiving a massage for the first time she tries to help by bending her leg. "Jordan, just relax and let me do all the work. Don't try to help me. You'll only disturb your own peace and quiet. Just keep loose and relax." With my thumbs I explore and prod every inch of the sole of her foot. Lovingly and tenderly I continue to caress her foot. Then I take each toe between my fingers and massage it gently. The other foot is more difficult and awkward to reach because she's not on a proper massage table. However I manage to find a position that allows me to work it properly too.

Then it's time to do her legs. I take the leg that's further away, bend it at the knee, and lay the calf over the thigh of the leg closer to me, thereby forming a kind of figure 4. With her leg in this position I have an unobstructed view of her groin and I notice the moisture on her pussy. Using more warm lotion I massage the leg, starting at the ankle; I follow the bend in her leg right up into her groin. Because she's so trim I'm able to completely enclose her leg with my hands all the way up to where her thigh meets her groin. I massage deep into her groin, lightly brush her pussy, and hear a contented sigh. She clearly likes that because she sighs again when I brush my fingers over her pussy once more. As I work on her leg I include some preliminary work on her buttocks.

I unbend her leg and return it to its original position. Then I work on the leg closer to me. I continue to brush her pussy as I end my strokes, and I notice the sweet smell of her arousal. She continues to purr and sigh, completely relaxed, enjoying the sensations. "Jordan, I'm very pleased that you're enjoying this." "No one has ever treated me like this before. It's very nice."

Her buttocks are the last part of her body to be worked on while she's on her stomach. Before starting I take a good look at the butterfly tattoo to see how accurately I had guessed its appearance in the story. I guess I really struck out there. In the story I assumed it would be small and blue. At least I guessed the size right, but it's red, orange, and yellow outlined in black. I guess I'll have to go back and fix the story.

Now I pour warm lotion into my hands and start to work on the cheek further away from me. First I tenderly caress it, and then begin to knead it deeply and firmly. In order to get complete access to it I put one of my hands deep in her crack. With my thumbs and fingers I press and explore every inch of her cheek as she continues to purr and hum with pleasure. 

After doing the other cheek the same way I work inside her crack. As I drip some warm lotion directly between her cheeks I hear "Oh wow that's nice!" As I stroke inside her crack my hand rubs over her rosebud. There are very sensitive nerves there. I drip some lotion directly on her anus (she gasps) and then bend a finger and use the knuckle to massage the entrance. There are more nerves deeper inside, but I don't want to risk distressing her by penetrating there today; it can wait for some other time. Finally, to finish the massage of this area, I again brush my fingers over the lips of her pussy now dripping with her juices.

To finish I sprinkle powder up and down her back and distribute it with several minutes of light feathery strokes. Then I bend over and whisper in her ear that it's time for her to turn over.

As she turns over I'm treated to the view of her beautiful full breasts tipped with their proud erect nipples. She smiles and I see light sparkling in her brown eyes. "I'm enjoying this so much. I'm so glad I decided I could trust you."

"Jordan, you're a very beautiful woman, a feast for the eyes. I'm truly enjoying pleasuring you. I don't know who is enjoying this more, you or me. Perhaps we're even."

I decide to start her front massage by working on her head and face. With my fingers I massage her temples and her forehead. I massage her cheeks, squeeze in and around her jaw and massage her chin and neck. Gently I massage her eyes, careful not to apply too much pressure on them. And then I squeeze and fondle her ears.

I grasp one of her hands in one of mine and extend her arm up over her head. I have to tell her to keep loose and let me do all the work. I rub warm lotion the entire length of her arm, across her armpit and over her breast, and repeat a few times. Then I massage just her hand, first in its entirety, and then just the palm, and then each finger separately. I lay her arm down next to her and work on the other arm.

Then I reach over her head and proceed with long strokes down over her breasts and chest, around her navel decorated with its rings, and end just above her pussy. Her purring shows that she's enjoying this and so I continue massaging her this way for several minutes.

Her wonderful breasts are next to receive my attention. With my fingers I apply light and slow strokes, smoothing outwards from the nipple of one of her breasts. Then I gently massage it using a kneading-like motion, lifting and pressing it. With both hands I gently twist her breast clock-wise and counterclockwise, being careful to not twist it too much. When I drip warm lotion directly on her nipple I hear a distinct "Ohhhh." And as I gently rub and twist it between my fingers I feel it grow hard from the stimulation. I finish massaging the breast by applying moderate pressure all around it. And then I give my attention on her other breast.

I move down to the foot of the bed to work on her legs. I spread them a bit and bend them at the knee. Her center is now open to my view, completely unobstructed. As I massage warm lotion into a leg along its entire length I enjoy the feeling of her smooth soft skin. Her inner thighs receive extra attention and my strokes continue right into her groin, while my hands brush her pussy at the end of each stroke. All the while Jordan continues to purr and sigh with pleasure.

I look up for a moment to take in the sight of her wonderful relaxed body. Her torso is enveloped in a flawless expanse of beautiful smooth skin. Her full breasts rise and fall in time with her relaxed breathing. She is an image of sensuality and eroticism. I could easily just look at her for hours.

But now it's time to finish the massage. I look forward to bringing her to the ultimate enjoyment of sensuality.

I pour a small amount of warm lotion directly on her abdomen, just above her pussy. And I massage there slowly in circles. "It's awesome what you're doing," I hear. After a few minutes I reach down and begin massaging warm lotion across her entire mound. As I drip warm lotion directly on her clitoris she gasps but says nothing. One hand continues to explore her pussy while the other slowly fondles her clitoris. I continue this way for several minutes while her arousal builds. Her breath begins to come faster and faster and suddenly a shudder shakes her entire body. "Ohhhh my God, that was so fantastic." As she comes down from her release I continue to massage the entire area until her breathing finally returns to normal.

With a warm damp cloth I wipe her groin to remove all her juices and the warm lotion. Then I sprinkle powder up and down her front and distribute it with light feathery strokes. I also carefully and thoroughly powder her breasts.

She lies there so relaxed and contented and looks so beautiful. I take one last long look at her, lean over and kiss each nipple and her forehead and whisper in her ear that the massage is over. I hear, "Ummmm that was nice" "Jordan, just relax there for a bit. I'm going to jump into the shower to freshen up."

When I return to the room Jordan is still lying on the bed, but she's moved away from the edge. She looks at me and says, "Come over here and lie next to me for a bit." As we lie facing each other I automatically begin to caress her. We cuddle and enjoy the feeling of our bodies against each other. And there we remain, peaceful and content in each other's arms until we have to return to the real world.



Massaging Judy



Judy and I had become casual guests of a swingers club in a fairly exclusive area on the outskirts of the city. On an occasional Friday or Saturday night, we would head to the Fantasy Exchange where we would co-mingle with a dozen or so other couples to either be spectators or, on some occasions, active participants.

Most of the couples at the Fantasy Exchange were younger than us, mid-20s to mid-40s, most of them being quite attractive and definitely fit. Judy loved to watch the hard bodies of the young men and usually found it nearly impossible to keep her hands off these gorgeous hunks with thick cocks.

On one Saturday evening, our hosts Beth and Sean announced that the Fantasy Club would be holding a special session for women only on the following Wednesday. Men were not be admitted with the exception of the partner of the woman who would be chosen as the "massage student."

Well, being one never to pass up the chance of receiving an erotic, sensual massage, Judy raised her hand when Sean asked for volunteers.

"I think we have a winner," Sean announced. "Yes, Ms. Judy has been officially selected as the Fantasy Exchange's prime subject for next Wednesday's massage treatment. Women only will be allowed on the premises with the exception of Judy's husband, Jim," Sean clarified to all.

For the next several days, all Judy could think about was her special treat coming on Wednesday. I knew that she was really excited about the prospects of being erotically stimulated in front of me, as well as in front of all the other women.

When Wednesday rolled around, Judy was really heated up. "What should I wear?" she asked me. I want to look my absolute best for you, darling." she commented.

"Does it matter?" I countered. "You'll be nude on a table within minutes after we arrive. Besides, you always look super hot when we go over there," I reminded her.

"Oh sweetheart, you are so thoughtful! But I want to really turn you on tonight when you are watching me," my wife smiled at me.

It wasn't long before we were at the club's front door where we were greeted by a super hot-looking Beth.

"Come in, guys" smiled our scantily-clad hostess. Let me take you to out Stage Area where you can relax and get comfortable."

We were then led down two hallways and entered a dimly-lit room which featured a stage as well as audience seating for about 30 women. 

The stage had a mattress, set up for the show, just at the front edge of the viewing area. It was hard to make out just who was in the audience as most of the room was fairly dark.

"Jim, we have reserved a seat for you right at the front of the stage so you can have a perfect look at Judy tonight," informed our hostess.

"Judy, you come with me and we'll 'prep' you for the show. Are you ready, dear?" asked Beth.

Judy nodded, her mouth dry and nearly speechless, she was so excited of the prospects of having her body attended to by a young stud.

I took my seat right at the stage's center front and anxiously awaited the show to begin.

After about 5 minutes, Beth led my wife to the bed while about two dozen women cheered her on from the sudience. Wearing a see-thru pink gown and thong panties, Judy was indeed ready for anything this night.

Beth then announced: "Tonight, Ms. Judy has volunteered to be the model subject for a truly erotic massage. Now ladies---and yes, you, too Jim---will be given detailed instructions on just how to have your partner stimulate you with an erotic massage. For tonight's masseur, we have the honor of having King Paul, the well celebrated dancer you have all heard about."

It was then that King Paul entered the stage. Paul was a dark-skinned athletic-looking man of about 35, super fit with a friendly smile. Paul was wearing only a pair of blue shorts which clearly outlined his cock.

The lights in the audience dimmed even further while a spotlight now shined on the stage where Judy, Beth and King Paul were standing.

Both Beth and Paul escorted my wife to the mattress and insturcted her to lay face down. Beth handed Paul some rubbing lotion while she grabbed a rose-scented oil for herself to apply to Judy's body.

Together, Paul and Judy applied the rubbing stiumlants to the backs of Judy's legs. I could immediately tell that Judy was hot as she parted her legs ever so slightly.

The massage couple wored the oils into her skin, rubbing her feet and up her the backs of her legs, all the way up to her thighs. 

After about 5 minutes of this, Beth asked Judy how she felt. "Wonderful," beamed Judy. "Please keep doing this to me."

I could tell that my wife was having the time of her life as her legs began to open more and more. Beth ran her finger up to Judy's thong panties while Paul did the same on the other side. 

Beth then leaned over to Judy and asked her if she wanted the panties removed. "Oh, yes, please, take them off," urged my wife.

With one quick motion, Beth slid Judy's thong off her ass and down her legs, removing the undergarment and exposing Judy's soft white butt for all to gaze upon.

Paul poured a new bottle of oil onto Judy's butt while Beth worked the oil onto the cheeks of my wife's ass. I could see Beth take control of the situation, inserting a finger into Judy's tight rosebud.

Judy was truly beside herself now, her legs spread wide, her ass exposed and her anal cavity being filled by Beth's finger.

The, Paul rubbed a finger of his right into Judy's bottom as well. Now my wife was geting reamed by two fingers, one from each of her massage therapists.

Now Judy does not always go in for anal activity; however, when fully aroused, she could become a real wildcat. This was definitely the case as she was having her cute little round bottom penetrated by both of her attendants.

Paul and Beth momentarily ceased their massage. Beth walked over to King Paul and smoothly pulled his shorts off his well-defined frame.

The women in the crowd ooohed and ahhed when Paul's mammoth cock came into view. Paul's cock was exceptionally thick and at least 8 inches in length while not yet completely hard. 

Kneeling down, Beth took Paul's black tool into her mouth, slowly working her tongue over the head of the cock, then sliding her mouth all the way down the shaft.

Paul tried to stand still while grabbing the sides of Beth's head. His black pipe was thrusting in and out of Beth's mouth, glistening in the spotlight of the stage. His cock was now distinctively longer and quite hard.

I had to admit I was a bit jealous by now. Paul's cock was a massive piece of black flesh, a rock hard instrument that would soon be inside my wife. I was wondering if Judy would be able to take all of this man's meat! Maybe not!

"OK, Judy, I want for you to be totally relaxed now?" instructed Beth. "Are you ready?"

By now Judy was ready for ANYTHING, and that included this 11-inch black cock.

Applying some to lotion to his cock, Paul moved into position behind my wife. Arching up, Judy felt the tip of this man's cock pressing at the entrance to her shaved pussy. Beth, meanwhile, had applied some oil to my wife's cunt as she, too, recognized a potential "fitting" problem for Paul.

"Ahhh," exclaimed Judy as Paul pressed the head of his cock into her cunt. Allowing Judy to get comfortable to this tight fit, Paul relaxed for a moment before dipping farther into her cunt.

Judy pushed back, enabling the cock to enter her cunt inch by inch. Paul gradually eased his tool a good 6 inches inside Judy's box. Judy began to really work it inside herself, getting another two inches into her wet area.

Paul began to really thrust into her now. Everyone in the audience was getting a perfect view of my wife being fucked by a black man.

I could tell that my wife was experiencing multiple orgasms. Paul kept up his attack on my wife's cunt while sweat began dripping from his forehead.

Beth meanwhile was alongside Judy, spreading the cheeks of my wife's ass while occasionally stroking Paul's balls while he fucked away.

Then, I saw Beth go over to reach for more lotion. She returned to the action and began pouring oil all over Judy's buttocks. Beth began to rub the oil into my wife's butt, spreading her sheeks at the same time.

With Judy's legs spread far apart now, Beth took a black dildoe and rubbed it against Judy's backdoor opening. To my surprise, the dildoe slid into Judy's asshole quite easily. Now, my wife was being fucked incredibly hard by this bacl stud in her pussy while her hostess had embeed a black dildoe into her ass!

It was a two-pronged attack. In and out went the cock and the dildoes, now synchronized in step: the dildoes into Judy's ass, Paul's cock into her pussy.

Judy was getting DPd but good.

After about 5 minutes of being double-teamed in her asshole and pussy, Judy was on the verge of total ecstasy. Beth removed the dildoes and spread Judy's ass cheeks wide open.

Now, we could all see from the audience the "gape" of my wife's brownie. Her asshole had been stretched, and stretched as far wide as humanly possible.

Paul stopped his fucking to give Judy a chance to breathe and relax. For soon, Judy was to experience the ultimate fantasy. Her asshole was begging for Paul's cock!

Judy was instructed to get up and approach Paul. Beth then guided Paul's big cock right into Judy's open mouth. Judy began to suck on this black cock for all she was worth, nearly devouring the entire manhood.

"Judy is really enjoying sucking on Paul's cock," announced Beth. "And with good reason I know. Judy will soon have Paul at his fullest length possible," continued Beth.

As my wife continued to suck on this beautiful cock, Beth asked Judy what she wanted next. "Judy, darling, your ass has been stretched so wide. Why do you think this has happened? Do you want something more inside that cute tight asshole of yours, do you?" posed Beth.

Judy nodded affirmatively. 

"Tell me, my child," continued Beth, "what do you want inside that asshole of yours? Do you want King Paul's black cock inside there, do you?"

Judy screamed, "Yes, I want his black cock, I want his cock deep in my asshole. FUCK MY ASS!"

Upon hearing this plea, Paul withdrew his member from Judy's mouth. Then, he had Judy turn around, lean over the mattress and positioned himself right behind her.

Leaning forward, Paul placed the head of his cock at Judy's rosebud. Beth, meanwhile, spread the cheeks far apart and again used some oil to help with the insertion.

Moving his cock right into the center of Judy's anal cavity, Paul inserted the head of his dick right into the tight opening.

I could hear several of the women gasp. Here was a petite woman, age 45, about to have her ass plugged to the hilt by the thickest of black cocks any of us had ever seen.

The cock made its way into the tight hole, Paul stopping for a moment for his prize subject to get accustomed to the pressure of his cock.

Judy's eyes were popping out of their sockets. Her heart was racing, her plams sweating as she felt her tightest and most forbidden of holes being invaded.

Paul had about 5 inches of his cock inside the ass of my wife. Then, with one mighty push, another 3 inches of his manhood popped inside the anal ring.

What a sight! This dark man's huge cock was gradually working its way into Judy's back door. Then another inch made its way past the ring. He had to have at least 9 inches of thick meat inside this perfect asshole, an asshole made to be taken and fucked raw by a black stud.

Finally, King Paul had worked all of his 11 onches into Judy's forbidden tunnel. 

And then, he began to thrust away. Now, the rubbery sheath of Judy's anal ring had given way completely, enabling all of Paul's dick to be embedded inside this warm love area.

Faster and faster he fucked her. Drilling harder and harder, reaching the total depths of the rectum, Paul was in full control now.

Judy was having orgasm after orgasm.

"Please, fuck me in the ass! Deeper, baby, deeper!" cried Judy.

Paul could not continue to hold back his love juices. With a staccato of strokes, Paul began cumming hard into my wife's backdoor. One juice shot after another, Paul came inside her hole. Giving his cock one final lunge, I could tell that this black man had completely emptied his cum inside this forbidden entrance.

Totally spent, Paul eased his cock from Judy's asshole. Immediately, Beth pushed on the sides of my wife's ass cheeks, spreading her backdoor so all could see just how ravaged her rectum had been used.

A few seconds passed, then a gush of white cum spurted from Judy's asshole. Beth bent down and placed her tongue and mouth right on the Judy's anal opening, and began to suck the cum right out of the ass and into her own mouth.

Judy had experienced the ultimate this night. Needless to say, I came buckets myself as I had also experienced the ultimate fantasy: seeing my wife of 25 years being sodomized by an 11-inch black cock.



Massaging Madonna



Last night I dreamed that I gave Madonna a massage. 

I work in a famous health and beauty salon in Knightsbridge. I've been there for two years and am one of their most experienced masseuse. I have famous clients and although I am very professional I have to admit that the sight of their naked bodies gives me a thrill, particularly the women.

I hear her before I see her. Her accent cuts through the posh English atmosphere. 

"What the fuck is going on?" 

"I'm sorry Madam..."

Now it's the voice of the manager,

"... but Claire has been involved a car accident on her way to work" 

She's persistent: "But I always have Claire, shit! why wasn't I told?" 

I hear the manager's voice calm and reassuring. 

"It happened this morning, we couldn't reach your mobile and your PA said you had already left"

"Shit - now what am I going to do?"

I peek out of my room. She's standing there facing the manager. Her back is turned to me but I catch my breath. 

Her hair, worn long, gleams as it falls down past her shoulders, my eyes move down, past her tight silk shirt to her bum, perfectly displayed in tight satin combat pants. Her hands rest aggressively on her hips and as she shifts the weight her bum cheeks move sensually beneath the thin fabric.

The manager catches sight of me and says something quietly. The beautiful hair starts to turn and one of the most famous faces in the world looks angrily in my direction.

The manager leads her over talking in her reassuring way. 

"Sadie is one of London's leading masseurs. I'm sure you'll find her every bit as expert as Claire"

I'm looking nervous but I expect she's used to that in all the people she meets for the first time.

She's looking unimpressed. But the manager continues, delivering what she considers will be the most persuasive argument. 

"Sadie has many other famous clients: Kate...Naomi...Gwyneth...and Britney books her solid whenever she's in town"

The beautiful eyes soften. She looks at her watch. Her luscious lips part into a hint of a smile. She looks at me, stares into my eyes, sees something she likes and then speaks:

"Ok, lets go"

She brushes past me into my small treatment room and I close the door She walks over to the table and leans provocatively against it.

Her lips are moist and gleaming. She folds her arms under her tits and her nipples press through her silk shirt. Her tight pants enhance her long legs and as she moves the fabric is caught suggestively in the V of her crotch. She speaks, in a rather teasing manner:

"OK Sadie, Claire knows what I like, how about you?"

"I have Claire's notes" I reply seriously. She smiles and says softly:

"OK let's begin"

I reach for a towel and indicate the dressing room. But she just laughs.

"I haven't got fucking time for all that" 

With that she unbuttons her shirt and slips it off. She's wearing a plain white bra, simple but perfect when set against her toned, tanned flesh. She reaches behind her and the bra falls away. Her tits are stunning, still firm with big sexy nipples that are already aroused. 

I'm breathless, desperately trying to say calm and professional. Of course, I've seen her naked, everybody has, in books, magazines and movies. But this is so different, she's just inches from me, I could almost reach out and touch her. 

And, lets face it, that's exactly what I'm going to do.

She's very matter of fact. She slips off her trainers and unbuckles her belt. Then she slides the pants off. She straightens up to put the pants over a chair and gives me a view of her white thong. I can't take my eyes off the V shape, pure white against her tanned skin and filled out with her plump mound. For a second, I forget where I am and get that wonderful feeling between my thighs.

I come to and she's staring at me. She's giving me a quizzical smile that I'm sure many favoured men have witnessed - and maybe a few women. 

But then she reaches down and the thong is off. She's almost completely shaved with just a thin 'landing strip' of pubic hair. She poses for a minute, her eyes are locked on mine and her lips still form that teasing smile. Then she sits up on the table, swings her legs over and lies back. 

Completely naked, relaxed and waiting for me to give her a full body massage.

I have my own special blend of oil. I walk behind her and ask her to sit up. She slips a band over her hair and I begin to massage her shoulders. I pour the oil in my hands and work at the muscles. I'm good and within minutes she's sighing gently.

I take my time but soon I've finished her neck, shoulders and arms. She lies back and I carefully start on her face. I know every place to apply pressure and she's now totally relaxed. But my finger brushes her full lips, and they part, wet and succulent, I leave my finger there for less than a second, her eyes open and she's gazing intently at me. She smiles and then relaxes again and quietly speaks:

"I think you could be better than Claire"

"Thank you" I say feeling flustered. I need more oil so I go over to my case. As I bend to open it I hear a little giggle. Her voice sings out teasingly:

"Hey Sadie, you're a bit of a dark horse. You look so fucking proper in that fucking nurses' outfit"

I stand up and turn, looking puzzled. She's leaning over and smirking at me.

"But underneath that starchy outfit I can spy a naughty little thong...tell me your secrets Sadie" and she giggles again.

That bloody uniform, we're always complaining that you can see through it but the management (mostly male) don't care. 

But then I look at her and see that she's flirting with me and, suddenly, I feel sexy. My tarty thongs have been my secret, my rebellion against the stiff atmosphere of the salon, and now I'm sharing it with...her. 

I take more oil into my hands and cup her right tit. The nipple is unashamedly erect but, as I gently massage the taut skin around her pinky-brown circles, it seems to swell even more. The oil slowly dribbles down its length and I catch it between my finger and thumb and slide the oil off. As I gently pull on her nipple and release it I hear her sigh.

Now both her breasts glisten with oil. My hands mould them and pinch them and my thumbs circle the tips of her nipples.

Oil trickles between her tits and runs down over her belly. I lean across to catch it and my sleeve rubs against her skin. Her eyes jerk open.

"What the fuck was that? I'm getting really relaxed and then I feel that shit against my skin"

"I'm sorry" I say, trying unsuccessfully to roll my sleeve up.

She glares at me and snarls.

"I didn't pay to be rubbed down with fucking cheap cloth...take it off"

"Sorry?" 

"Take the fucking thing off or I'm out of here"

I pause, think, then - what the hell? Just the slide of a zip and then the whole boring uniform slides to the floor. I have quite small tits so I don't wear a bra. 

So, except for a pale pink thong with a little diamond above my arse crack I'm now standing there - naked in front of Madonna.

She looks me up and down and blows me an ironic kiss. Then giggling she turns over on the table so I can do her back.

I pour the oil into the little dip just above the rise of her buttocks. I smooth it over her back and work on the muscles. As I put my weight into digging deep into the tissue I lean across her and my nipples brush against her back. This happen several times, she wriggles with pleasure and the sensations in my nerve-endings almost cause me to lose concentration. 

Now I'm covered in oil too - and sweat. Is it my strenuous actions or the proximity of my nude idol? I'm not sure but what happen next really gets me glowing.

I trickle oil into the crack of her arse. I watch her cheeks move sensually as the warm liquid reaches, first, her anus then the outer lips of her cunt. With the flat of my hand I massage first her right cheek then her left one. Her bum is firm and toned. The skin is beautifully elastic and my fingers dig into the soft rubbery flesh. I now manipulate each cheek and as they part I glimpse her tight pinky-brown arsehole. 

The intimacy of this moment shocks me. This is a sight reserved for lovers and now it's mine. I feel moistness between my thighs, my thong feels tight, forcing apart the swelling lips of my cunt.

In the heat of this moment I forget what I'm supposed to be doing. My finger drenched in aromatic oil investigates the opening of her anus and within seconds is sucked in. I pump the finger slowly as the tight walls try to grip it. 

She reacts, her buttocks clench, but then as my finger sinks deeper she relaxes and gives a long low moan. Lubricated with oil, I slip a second finger into her greedy arsehole and rhythmically fuck her.

Her cunt lips gleam. It could be oil but I'm sure it's juice. I can't believe it, little old me with my small tits, big bum and bandy legs - and I'm stimulating the sexiest woman on earth.

She moans again and her thighs part. Her cunt is totally beautifully and I'm drawn to it. I trace the edge of her lips with my thumb until I find the hood and reveal her clit. It rises to my touch as my thumb ever so gently massages it. I lean closer and closer and replace the sensation of my thumb with the touch of my tongue. My tongue bathes in her moist lusciousness, it finds her clit and teases it. 

Her movements once languorous become more violent. She gasps and her buttocks squirm with pleasure. Then she turns over, her legs wide, her cunt thrown open to me. I move round to greedily gorge myself. 

And then her hand moves upwards.

I feel it blunder up my oily legs, grab at my bum, then find its target between my legs. A rude finger forces my thong aside and slips up into my juicy cunt.

The sensation of pleasure forces me upright. I feel like I'm pivoting on her searching finger. But then she speaks huskily:

"Let's do 69, lets both have a fucking good time, 69 eh babe?"

I slip off my thong, walk around to the top of the table and climb on. Her gleaming brown body lies before me and it's all mine to enjoy. I kneel above her face and then lean forward towards her splayed legs. 

As I go to bury myself in her cunt I sink down and my arse rests on her face. She grabs my cheeks and pulls them apart and her tongue tickles that place of ecstasy between my arsehole and my cunt. My tongue slips into her and her tongue slips up into me. Our oiled bodies move together then stretch, then tighten, while our moans intermingle as we lose ourselves in lust. And then the door opens.

Naked and exposed, we both look up. The door opens more and Cameron Diaz walks into the room. Dressed in a towelling robe, she stops and coolly surveys us. She smiles, lets her robe drop to the floor and steps towards the table...

...but that's another dream!



Massaging Maggie Grace



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Celebrity: Maggie Grace

Codes: FF, Cons, Oral, Fingering, MFF

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Nicole 'Nikki' Adamson sat in the private area of the fancy hotel in down town Los Angeles, idly tapping away at her phone to her boyfriend Paul. The two had met on a popular message board through their love of textual role playing, not the dungeons and dragons type, the type where you would write out the actions of your character and the person on the other end of the screen would write a response. Sort of a niche market, but then again with the internet being so encompassing, you were always bound to find a new niche. The brunette masseuse hit the send button on her phone and threaded her small hand through her hair. Looking up at the clock that hung off of the wall, she chewed down on her lip gloss covered lips and then checked the sheet of paper that she had been given when she had started her shift today.

It was fairly late, well past nine in the evening now and it was always quiet. Twirling some strands of hair in her fingers, Nikki debated texting her boyfriend to get him to come over and keep her company while she awaited this client. Her boyfriend, while he didn't work there, was popular enough with the night management that they never really had an issue with him turning up at all hours of the night to see her. He would always bring them some fresh food from his own job at a local convenience store, so some warm cookies or muffins was often enough to keep their silence. 

The spa wasn't quite subterranean but it was near enough. Artificial light was constantly pumped into it and the smell of freshly cut grass blended with a fine woodland pine did give off the impression that they were close to the forests. The spa itself was filled with sterile white tiles with the occasional sea foam blue and green tiling that littered the walls leading into the hot tub and swimming pool area just to the side of the three massage tables where Nikki was currently sitting. More often than not, when she was here by herself on a 'just in case' basis, such as she was tonight, her boyfriend would come and stay in the pool splashing her like the grown man child he was.

Smiling at the thought, Nikki's tongue ran over her pink lips before her phone buzzed to life, letting her know she had a response. Her brown eyes lit up at the sight of the sender from the new message. It was from Paul.

'Sure! We can IM something if you want? Who do you like?'

Nikki pondered her answer briefly. Her boyfriend was always so good at keeping up with her lesbian tendencies and she had made sure he knew that while she considered herself bisexual, she definitely leant more towards the female side of the spectrum. Still, he loved her and that was all she could ask for sometimes. Running a thumb over her lips, Nikki tapped out a response.

'Maggie Grace?'

'lol! You really like her huh?' Paul responded. Guilty as charged. She thought to herself. Ever since they had cuddled on the couch and watched the Taken movies, Nikki had gotten herself a pretty big crush on the young, female star. Smiling, she popped off the last button of her polo neck to reveal her cleavage fully to the currently empty room. Lifting her phone up, she snapped a photo of her chest and then sent it back to her boyfriend with a message attached.

'See what you get if you do this for me?'

'Okay, so you and Maggie Grace?'

Nikki grinned and was about to respond when the door to the spa swung open. Managing to button the bottom two holes, she stood up to greet the mystery entrant to the room. Laying her phone down on the side of the little alcove she was sitting in, she moved outwards and her jaw dropped at who was in there. Standing in little black shorts, peep toe pumps and a long, fashionable sun yellow coloured blouse with a set of sunglasses on was Maggie Grace!

She beamed at Nikki and lifted her glasses up off of her eyes so she could look the masseuse in the eye.

"Hi! I'm so sorry I'm late! Traffic was a total bitch." Maggie explained, walking up to Nikki to shake her hand.

"Oh... Oh that's quite alright Miss..." Nikki looked at the sheet discretely to see that Maggie had given the name Kimberly Mills, just like her character in Taken. Smart idea, makes sure no one would focus on her purely because she was famous. "Miss Mills. I've only just gotten here myself." Nikki lied, gesturing for Maggie to walk inside.

Doing her best not to gawk at the celebrity who had walked into the insides of her own private parlour, Nikki followed the woman inside and headed over to the smaller table that was filled to the brim with oils and various other items that would help relax the former star of Lost. Following her in, Nikki wondered just what her silky smooth skin would feel like in her hands. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tried to push those thoughts from her mind. The last thing she should be dealing with is being turned on as she worked on her client. Super, super unprofessional! 

"So, I'm totally aching all over right now. I really want to just get all of these kinks worked out you know? So, like where do we start?" Maggie asked, looking over at Nikki with a hand on her hip almost as if she was playing the part of a typical valley girl.

Keeping up appearances, Nikki nodded her head and clasped her hands together. She walked over to the table she would be using to massage Maggie and then tapping it lightly with an open palm.

"Okay Miss Mills. Why don't you just strip down to whatever feels comfortable for you and I'll wait outside while I close off the spa."

Nikki then offered the woman a smile and moved over to the front door, her hand gliding over the counter where her phone remained. She should have hidden it away but with the way Maggie was behaving so far, there wasn't much reason to expect that she would be bothered by her phone being out. Grabbing one of the laminated A4 pieces of paper that was used to let other members of staff and other guests of the hotel know that they were not to come into the spa. 

Walking out, Nikki stepped through the double doors and stood in front of them dutifully after setting up the piece of paper. As she bit down on her bottom lip, Nikki's naughty mind started to wander as to what could happen. Would Maggie be interested? She'd never given out that impression in the media but how often had Maggie even spoken about her sexual orientation? She could be straight as an arrow and Nikki would be cursing the fact that Paul wasn't here to nail her instead. Or would the delicious blonde want Nikki to strip her uniform away and ride her there and then on the desk?

No! No... Bad Nikki! She scolded herself, definitely not wanting to get turned on when she was going to be with a super sexy client like Maggie Grace. Turning around, Nikki poked her head in the door to see Maggie had climbed onto the desk and was waiting patiently for her. Strolling back in, Nikki walked over to the oils and slowly lathered her hands up with something suitable for a first time use. Making sure her hands were sufficiently doused in it, she turned to look at Maggie's exposed torso and took a deep breath before pressing her hands against the beautifully tanned skin.

"Okay, so I'm going to start off slow and gentle but I will bring the pressure up. If it's too much, just say something, I don't want you screaming on my massage table." Nikki joked, running her hands around the shoulder blades of the TV and movie star.

"Aww why don't you want me screaming?"

That actually put Nikki back a little. Was Maggie flirting with her? She offered a polite laugh and shook her head.

"Not if I can help it. I consider myself a pretty competent masseuse so the last thing I'd need is for you to file a complaint against me or something."

That brought out another laugh from Maggie who simply lifted her head up off of the bed to speak to the masseuse in the room again.

"Oh don't worry. I wouldn't tell anyone."

That did give Nikki reason to pause, but she continued to rub and massage at the shoulders of the blonde who was lying on her table. Her fingers dug in and then came out, working in circles and various other patterns against the shoulder blades of the blonde headed woman. As she did so, Nikki's mind started to wander yet again and she couldn't help but wonder just what her boyfriend would think of her working on the famous Maggie Grace as she was right now. Making a face, Nikki knew exactly what he would think of it.

'Pretty damn hot.' That was exactly what he would think of it all. She moved a little closer to the table and started to work her fingers down towards the small of Maggie's back as the seconds ticked by with just the two of them inside the small spa. Should she try and engage the woman in conversation? She probably should. Massages were always awkward at the best of times but when the masseuse had a crush on her client? Yeah, that was just a recipe for awkwardness. She had opened her mouth to speak but was cut off when she felt two hands run along the back of her knees.

Stopping exactly what she was doing, Nikki looked down and saw Maggie had extended her arms and had her hands on the back of her legs. What was she? Nikki didn't get her answer in the strictest sense of the word. Instead, Maggie simply opened her mouth to speak.

"Just relax. I think we both know the best way and most fun way to take out stress." So, Nikki continued to rub at Maggie's back while the blonde ran her hands up and down the back of the standing woman's legs. The blonde didn't seem bothered at all at what she was doing and as her hands ran up Nikki's legs, the masseuse was actually amazed to feel her hands slip up under her skirt and come up to squeeze her ass under her uniformed skirt. 

"Maggie! We... I..."

"I knew you knew who I was!" Maggie declared triumphantly, not letting her hands leave Nikki's ass and almost squeezing it to declare her dominance over it. Lifting her head up to look at Nikki, Maggie smiled and then tapped her ass gently before taking her hands away from her and sitting up on the bench before her.

"I saw your phone. I wasn't snooping but that guy Paul thinks you have a pretty big crush on me?"

"Well... I..."

Maggie slipped up off of the bed, letting the clothing she was using to hide her modesty, fall to the table, her breasts and entire front exposed to the room. Swinging up and wrapping her legs around Nikki's waist in almost one smooth movement, Maggie had Nikki close against her. Brushing some of Nikki's brown hair to the side, Maggie ran her thumb over the chin of the masseuse before slipping it up to her lips. Her thumb slipped between Nikki's lips and Maggie smiled at her as Nikki sucked on it gently for her.

"Why don't you tell me what you want?" Maggie asked, looking at Nikki who now had her own hands running along the outside of the blonde's legs.

"I... I want you." Nikki said, her brown eyes lifting up to meet Maggie's green ones. The blonde grinned and the two met in a passionate kiss in the middle of the room. Maggie's grasp on the white polo Nikki was wearing tightened as their mouths parted and their tongues slipped into each others mouths. Their arms linked around each others bodies as they explored one another's mouths, moaning in pleasure at how they were treating each other. When their kiss broke, the looked at each other and Maggie moved forward to nibble on Nikki's ear lobe gently.

"I want you to take your top off."

She unhooked her legs and sat back on the table, watching the masseuse as she stepped back and took the shirt by the bottom. Lifting it up over her chest, Nikki tossed it aside, reaching behind herself she unclasped her bra and tossed that in the general direction of her shirt as well. Nervously awaiting what Maggie was to say, Nikki looked up at the movie and TV star, waiting for her to say something.

"Wow..." Maggie finally breathed, smiling up at Nikki. "Who would have thought you'd have such an awesome body under that polo."

Nikki blushed and shifted in position as she looked up at Maggie and then down at the floor.

"I wouldn't say it's awesome..."

Maggie slipped off of the table and moved over to where Nikki was standing. Placing Nikki's hands on the curve of her own ass, Maggie lifted her lips up and pressed hers against Nikki's mouth. The masseuse linked her arms around the back of Maggie's neck, the two women embraced in the middle of the room. Their mouths parted and their tongues slipped into each others mouths, moaning for each other as their breasts rubbed against each other and they caressed one another's perfect bodies. Maggie's tongue withdrew and she gingerly kissed Nikki on the lips before playfully swatting Nikki on the rear.

"That is definitely awesome too."

Nikki grinned and kissed Maggie on the lips softly again, this time catching the bottom lip of the Hollywood star between her teeth so she could tug on it gently. Her lips left Maggie's and the brunette kissed her again quickly before teasing her.

"I wouldn't say it's awesome." That wasn't a lack of confidence or embarrassment. That, was a daring statement for the blonde to challenge. Maggie stepped forward and unfastened Nikki's skirt, keeping her green eyes locked intently on Nikki's brown ones. The skirt slipped down Nikki's legs and hit the floor in a puddle around her feet and before the brunette could do anything to remove it, she had been spun around and pinned against the side of the table. The masseuse had her hands on the table and she gripped down against the soft fabric as she closed her eyes and let out a soft breath as she felt Maggie's lips press against her shoulder blades and then up to the top of her neck. The blonde brushed some of the strands of Nikki's hair aside, she was aided by Nikki who swept all of her hair over the one shoulder Maggie wasn't working on.

Maggie kissed her way down Nikki's spine, placing a kiss against every little segment of the spinal column. Her arms closed around Nikki's waist and kept the masseuse still, not that the woman would want to be anywhere else! Nikki let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt Maggie's tongue slip out of her mouth and flick against her skin. Her head fell back and her eyes closed softly as if that would accentuate the pleasure she was feeling.

Slipping her hands all over Nikki's body, Maggie ran them in two different directions. Her left reached up to her chest while her right one headed down towards Nikki's entrance. What the blonde wasn't aware of was that Nikki had shaved down there quite recently. Maggie didn't mind though. She could have been as hairy as a monkey down there and she would still be as interested. Cupping Nikki's breasts, swapping from the left and to the right at her own whim, Maggie continued to tease the generous mound while kissing against Nikki's back. Sliding her finger along Nikki's entrance, the former star of Lost and the Taken series, looked up at the back of the brunette's head and grinned.

"Does that feel good Nikki?"

"Yes..."

"What was that Nikki? I couldn't quite hear it."

"Yes! Yes it feels good Maggie!" Nikki breathed, her mouth open in an almost permanent, panting position. She let out a soft whine when Maggie's finger found her clit, it moved in a slow, steady circle rubbing at the hardened nub as the masseuse was left moaning against the table. Her head shot up in a whipping motion as Nikki's ass was smacked by the blonde who was now pressing her body against the woman. Smacking her ass again, Maggie grinned at the moaning noise Nikki made as she was spanked by her.

"What do you have Nikki?" Maggie asked as she licked along the spine of the woman who was bent over the table, her ass pushed out firmly for her. "An. Awesome. Ass." Maggie said with a smile on her face, her hand slapping the skin with every last word.

"Awesome..." Nikki moaned, her nails digging in tightly to the bed as Maggie worked on her. The blonde was merciless right up until she slipped her finger inside of the brunette. Pumping her finger in and out slowly, Maggie loved how Nikki's folds squeezed her tightly. Finger fucking her, Maggie's hand continued to fondle Nikki's generous chest while she toyed with her entrance.

"What would your boyfriend think of this Nikki?"

"He'd think it was pretty hot..." Nikki whimpered, nodding her head and biting her bottom lip as Maggie toyed with her. Maggie's finger continued to slip in and out of her while Nikki moaned for her.

"I bet he would. This does look so good. How does he fuck you Nikki? What's his favourite position?"

"He... Oh shit... He fucks me from behind. Doggy style. He can smack my ass and... Fuck... Pull my hair too."

"I bet you sound so hot cumming around him. Does he have a big dick?"

"Ye.. Ye... Yes!" Nikki moaned, her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as Maggie's finger continued to probe her slippery slit. 

"Does he fuck you hard? Make your pussy sore?"

"God yes..."

Maggie added another finger inside of Nikki's entrance while her other hand cupped and squeezed the brunette's chest firmly. With two fingers pumping in and out of Nikki's slit, Maggie's thumb and index finger tweaked and tugged on Nikki's left nipple, moving it from side to side almost as if she was trying to tune a radio. Her tongue ran over Nikki's neck and onto her shoulder blade while she fingered the slippery entrance.

Nikki's eyes had almost rolled into the back of her head from how well Maggie was fingering her. Adding the feeling of a tongue against her neck and the brown haired masseuse was in sheer pleasure. Her nails were at the constant threat of breaking as she buried them deep into the cushion of the bed. The wood was pressing against her stomach and she knew that there would be marks there but as her body reacted, she realised she didn't actually care any more. Reaching a hand cautiously down between her legs, Nikki started to rub against her clit while the other hand grabbed down firmly at the bed to try and keep herself upright.

The blonde in the room let her hand move away from Nikki's chest and held her hand on Nikki's waist, keeping the brunette bent over at the waist while she pumped her index and middle fingers in and out of the slippery slit she was probing. She nibbled against Nikki's neck gently as she resisted the urge to take the fingers out of Nikki's pussy and lick them clean. Pushing them in and out of her, Maggie twisted them from side to side before alternating the stroke process inside of the masseuse now turned fuck toy for the former star of Lost. 

Nikki let out a whimper of displeasure when she felt Maggie withdraw her fingers. She lifted her head up from where it was currently residing, looking intently at the mattress on the massaging bed, and tried to get an answer from the blonde. She yelped in pleasure as she felt Maggie take a fist full of her brown hair and then her tongue against Nikki's ear lobe.




Massaging Maggie Grace



"Get on the bed."

Nikki complied, hopping up on the bed and keeping her legs spread, allowing the blonde to inspect the wetness that had leaked down to the thighs of the masseuse, marking the brown haired woman with her arousal from where Maggie had been playing with her. She bit down on her bottom lip but then dutifully opened her mouth when Maggie offered the brown haired woman her fingers. Nikki could taste herself on Maggie's fingers and she closed her eyes in pleasure, licking up the sweet liquid off of the fingers.

Maggie stepped a little closer and was pleased to feel Nikki's legs close around her. Slipping her right hand back down between Nikki's legs, Maggie slipped her hand right back inside of Nikki, her other hand squeezing at Nikki's chest as the two women kissed each other hotly. Maggie's fingers started to move, hitting all the sweet spots inside of Nikki, her tongue swiping at Nikki's, trying to stop the brunette from moaning, not that she minded of course. Her fingers pumped in and out of Nikki, working the brunette to an orgasm was Maggie's current main job and it was one she was doing an expert job of. The brunette had her legs locked tight around Maggie's back, her feet locked just above the blonde's ass. 

The brunette was panting heavily and hotly now, her pussy was so close to exploding around Maggie's fingers that Nikki could barely keep it together. Her back had arched, firmly shoving her chest out towards the blonde as her hips had started to buck upwards to Maggie's pleasure. The brown haired woman let out a moan of pleasure and her walls tightened once more. Her nails dug into Maggie's shoulders and she threw her head back in pleasure as she let out a scream of pleasure, cumming hard over the blonde's fingers.

Maggie grinned as Nikki climaxed so fiercely around her fingers, the blonde slowly pulled her fingers out from Nikki's slit and made a show of running her tongue along the inside of her fingers, licking up all of the juices that were running down her digits. The blonde woman took Nikki's face in her hands and brought the brunette up to kiss her softly. Maggie purred with pleasure as Nikki pulled her closer and the two were enclosed in a passionate embrace in the middle of the small spa room that was currently hiding the hottest secret in the hotel.

As their tongues withdrew from each other's mouths, Nikki gently licked Maggie's lips before kissing Maggie on the cheek and working her way around to the blonde's neck. Nikki's expert hands slipped up Maggie's back and stroked against her shoulder blades, exploring the body of the sexy TV and movie star who was now standing between her legs. The masseuse moved her hands down to Maggie's ass, digging her nails into the rear of the Taken star and spinning her around so that they had now swapped positions; Maggie was sitting on the bed while Nikki was now standing up. Nikki's lips started to work their way down Maggie's body, leading feather light kisses all over Maggie's tanned body as the blonde scooted back on the table and laid back, allowing the brunette to climb on top of her and explore her.

Maggie's eyes closed slightly as she felt Nikki kiss against her skin. Her lips worked their way down from her neck towards the top of her chest. Maggie shivered in delight when she felt Nikki's tongue escape from her mouth and flick against the hollow part of her neck all the way down to Maggie's chest. The blonde opened her eyes to look down at the brunette, who had her eyes closed quite happily as she kissed and licked at her bronzed skin. She shivered in pleasure at the feeling, actually feeling very pleased with the fact that she had in fact decided to go to the beach that weekend to make sure her body was ready for the filming season.

Nikki loved the taste of the skin of the film actress in her mouth, her hands slithered along Maggie's arms, tracing along imaginary lines against the blonde's out stretched appendages. Meanwhile, her tongue was working down towards Maggie's breasts, the sight of her nipples poking out begging for attention made the masseuse smile quite happily to herself. Opening her mouth, her tongue sneaked out and traced a small semi-circle around the hard nub, tasting the skin in her mouth while her hands ran over Maggie's arms.

"You must have been with a girl before huh?" Maggie breathed, her head falling back and studying the ceiling intently as she felt Nikki's tongue and lips all over her body. 

"I'm bi." Nikki admitted, licking along the curve of Maggie's breasts down to the other tit, making sure to give each of her breasts equal attention.

"Lucky me..." Maggie sighed, closing her eyes as she felt Nikki tug against her nipple.

"Lucky both of us." The other girl admitted, working her way down Maggie's frame, dragging her tongue down towards the blonde's stomach. Tracing every little part of Maggie's stomach, Nikki flicked her deep brown eyes up to look at Maggie as her tongue trailed around Maggie's navel. Kissing against the skin, Nikki looked into Maggie's eyes and slid her hands down to Maggie's B cup breasts. Squeezing them gently, Nikki's tongue slipped inside of Maggie's entrance, tasting her leaking entrance instantly.

Maggie did her best not to clamp her legs down instantly as she felt Nikki's tongue inside of her. Her eyes shot open and her body shook as Nikki's tongue slipped inside of her. She lifted her head up and looked down at the masseuse between her legs, watching while biting down on her bottom lip as she was eaten out. The urge to cry out and moan for Nikki was swelling up inside of the actress, instead, she reached down and took a fist of the woman's brown hair and kept her close to just where she wanted her to be.

Nikki pushed her tongue in and out of Maggie's slit, tasting the juices that were pooling out of the actresses entrance. Adding some style, Nikki continued to fondle Maggie's chest, squeezing and teasing the actual breast and then the topping of her nipples. Licking against her, Nikki began to work on eating out Maggie Grace.

Crying out in pleasure at the contact, Maggie's hips rocked upwards and bumped against Nikki's face, trying to cram the whole of her snatch into Nikki's mouth. She let out a soft whine when she felt Nikki's hands take hold of her legs and keep them spread. Nikki's nails ran along the inside and outside of Maggie's spread legs, exploring the blonde's skin as the masseuse slipped her tongue in and out of her. It felt so good and Maggie Grace couldn't help but shiver in delight at the feel of Nikki eating her out. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Nikki who was lying down against the foot of the massaging bed and quite happily licking against her.

Nikki was working in as many tricks as she knew how to, the brown haired woman had her eyes closed and was slipping her tongue in and out of the slippery, silky entrance of the blonde actress. Eating up her folds, Nikki relished how Maggie moaned and the way her twitching legs felt in her hands. Nikki's nails lightly scratched against the tanned skin of Maggie Grace, she made sure to map every noise the actress made to her memory so she knew exactly how to make the blonde woman's toes curl. The feeling of Maggie's fingers in her hair let the masseuse know that she was working along the right lines. 

Every little thing that Nikki was doing to her made Maggie shiver in pleasure and almost beg for more. Instead, the actress did as best as she could and threaded her fingers through Nikki's brown hair, keeping her in place and while letting her have some breathing room, she kept her exactly where she wanted her. Her legs were constantly twitching, sexual currents of pleasure were rippling through her body and she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be climaxing all over Nikki's face and tongue. While she had never really considered being with a woman before, the sight of the attractive masseuse and knowing that she was interested in her seemed to make for a perfect sexual cocktail.

"Nikki... God! So good!" Maggie cried out, holding her new lover in place while her hips rocked up and down, rubbing her slit up against Nikki's face as her brown haired lover started to deepen her tongue action.

"Mmmmm! Mmm!" Nikki moaned into Maggie's slit, her tongue working up and down and then to the left and to the right. Exploring every little part of the actress, Nikki pushed her tongue all the way inside of her and then held the blonde close against her own face as the silky walls she was tongue fucking clamped down around her tongue and then exploded. The girlfriend, who really should not have been doing this, pushed her tongue in and out of Maggie as she moaned and squealed for her.

The iron grip Maggie had on Nikki's hair started to loosen as her orgasm subsided. The feeling of Nikki's tongue against her slick tunnel made the blonde whimper and shiver with delight. Having had a leaving lick, Maggie giggled with pleasure and then looked down at Nikki, managing to lift her head just so she could stare down at the sexy woman who was now softly kissing against Maggie's stomach. The brunette looked up at her, smiled and scooted up to kiss Maggie on the lips. The blonde didn't mind so much, the taste of her own juices on the brunette's lips, but the feeling of the both of their arms linking together to embrace in a kissing hug made Maggie feel a lot better.

What felt like an eternity passed before Nikki lifted her head up off of Maggie's lips and she heard her phone buzz to life. Almost being brought back down to Earth, she sighed and gave Maggie a goodbye kiss before slipping off of the table and walking over to the small alcove that served as the desk area for the spa. Lifting up the cell phone, Nikki unlocked the screen and read the text message. Her eyes widening and her jaw dropping, her right hand coming up to cover it in shock.

"It's from my boyfriend. He's right outside!"

Maggie sat up on her elbows, looking over at the brunette before smiling from ear to ear.

"So? Invite him in!" Maggie said, a devilish grin creeping across her beautiful face.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Bring him in here! I want to see his face!" 

Nikki grinned at the suggestion, looked down at her phone and then started to key out a response for Paul to come into the room.

As the mere minutes passed, Nikki was starting to have doubts. Could she really watch her boyfriend have sex with Maggie Grace? How would he react? Would he be mad at the fact that she had cheated on him with her? Her fingers ran along the side of her phone absent mindedly, looking at the double doors and waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. 

Almost on cue, Maggie walked up behind Nikki and whispered in the brown haired woman's ear. Her hand caressed Nikki's ass and she kissed her on the shoulder. "It'll be all right... Trust me, I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend. It'll be fun!"

Nikki wasn't sure what sold it to her, whether it was Maggie's hand, the kiss or the thought of watching Paul screw Maggie, but whatever it was, she was starting to warm up to the idea and her silky inner walls started to moisten again. Nikki put down her phone and as soon as she had done Maggie gave her a reassuring kiss, her tongue glided through her lips and played with the brown haired woman's own pink organ. Nikki pulled her close, their naked bodies intertwined against the cool tile of the alcove.

The door to the spa opened and the women were able to see the man of the group walk in. Immediately, his jaw hit the floor. The sight of another woman and his girlfriend naked, kissing so hotly as if they were in a porno almost knocked him clean off of his feet.

"What are you doing-" His sentence was cut short when he realised that Nikki wasn't just hooking up with any other woman. "Aren't you Maggie Grace?" He asked, seemingly aware of the unique set of coincidences from his earlier conversation with Nikki. Paul was talking to Maggie's chest!

"I am! So you must be Paul... Care to join us?" Maggie said with a grin, squeezing Nikki on the ass.

Paul looked at his girlfriend who simply offered him a reassuring smile to tell him it was all right. Nikki bit down on her bottom lip as she watched her boyfriend strip down. Paul kept himself in shape so he didn't disappoint. He was a little over six foot and had a lean stomach from constantly playing tennis and working out at the gym. Nervous for her boyfriend, Nikki looked over at Maggie who was slowly stroking the back of Nikki's spine.

Pleasantly surprised, Maggie looked Paul up and down, drinking in the sight of the now naked man. 

"You didn't tell me your boyfriend was so cute... And so hung!" Maggie beamed, regretfully stepped away from the masseuse and knelt down before him. Wrapping her hand around the base, Maggie stroked the shaft slowly before greedily pushing herself on Paul's large member. Nikki stood up and kissed her boyfriend on the lips, his hands grabbing her breasts, kneading them and playing with her nipples nowhere near as expertly as Maggie had done but Nikki honestly didn't care any more.

Maggie's head bobbed up and down on Paul's dick, her mouth humming gently as her hand moving up and down in rhythm with her mouth. Pushing her head down further and further, Maggie's hand slipped down to his balls and gently held them in her hand as she took more of his dick inside of her warm, wet mouth.

She pulled her mouth off of his length as she managed to deep throat every last inch of the big, meaty prick. 

"I hope that's not all you've got for me big boy." She teased, stroking his cock with both of her hands while looking up at the dating couple who had now broken their own kiss. Taking the lead Maggie pulled Nikki down onto the floor and dived between right between Nikki's legs. This time, she was going to go down on Nikki! Her tongue lapped upwards, tasting the brunette's delicious cunt only adding some flavour to it by pressing her teeth down, grinding them against her clit. 

Rearranging themselves into a more suitable position, Maggie was now kneeling above Nikki's pussy while the blonde actresses own slit was there for the taking and the boyfriend was ready to fuck her. He moved up behind her and guided his shaft deep into Maggie's own dripping wet pussy. Maggie let out a gasp of pleasure slightly as he plunged his whole length deep inside of her. Nikki watched up between Maggie's legs as her boyfriend pumped for all he was worth deep inside of Maggie. 

As he stroked inside of her, Maggie was working Nikki's cunt, she had inserted two fingers into the masseuse's snatch and her thumb was rubbing in a slow, steady figure eight motion on her clit. Nikki's breath grew heavy, as did Paul's and Maggie's. We were all reaching their own heights of pleasure. Despite only joining the two girls mere moments ago, Paul was the first who was going to blow. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!". His moans were just a series of repeated curse words but then, they were interrupted by Maggie's own set of moans, Maggie's pelvis was swaying violently as her orgasm washed over her, her warm juices flooding around Paul's prick and leaking onto Nikki's face.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her vibrating lips were all that Nikki needed. Her own ass was bouncing of the floor as her second orgasm of the night washed over her. The culmination of all of the two other orgasms seemed to make Nikki's own orgasm seem so damned powerful. Nikki's eyes clamped down shut tight and she squealed in pleasure. They were all coming together. 

What seemed to be an hour, but was probably only a simple couple of seconds passed and the collection of women and man seemingly fell apart. Paul fell out of Maggie's slit, falling back onto his legs while looking at the entrance as Maggie fell forward, her hips being pushed upwards, her cheek pressing against the cool tile of the spa as she tried to recover from her own orgasm. She let out a moan as her ass was squeezed by Nikki and she lifted her head up to lick against Maggie's slit, tasting her insides and licking her tongue deeper and deeper inside of the blonde's pussy.

As if by magic, Nikki took her tongue out of Maggie's entrance and had nearly all of her boyfriend's sperm on her tongue. Wriggling out from between Maggie's legs, Nikki reached down and held Maggie in her arms as her lips landed on Maggie's and they softly kissed each other, sharing the seed between the two of them. Both girls moaned as their tongues became intertwined and they shared the warm offering Nikki's boyfriend had given them.

They both moaned softly and their lips parted, staring into each others eyes, they grinned and looked over at Paul.

"Hope that's not all you've got for us lover." Nikki said with a grin, beckoning him over to them.



Massaging Maxine



It was the day that I had been dreading. Dragging myself out of bed was an extreme effort; my arms and legs felt heavy and sluggish and I looked back longingly at the comfort of the warm sheets I had just vacated.

Ever since I had been fortunate enough to land the job at the health club, I had known that Maxine Walker was going to be trouble. Maxine was around the same age as myself and therefore much younger than her husband, Frank Walker, the owner of Walkers Health Club and, of course, my boss. 

It was clear that Mrs. Walker liked to look after herself – she was usually to be found working out in the gym or relaxing in the sauna – so it was almost inevitable that, at some time, she was going to ask me, the newly appointed masseur, for an appointment.

When the appointment was finally made it wasn't me who actually took it. At the time, my young assistant Annie was on duty and it wasn't until I got back from lunch that I saw Maxine's name in the appointment book. There were quite a few snide looks and giggles from the rest of the staff, but not from Annie. I had been seeing this petite nineteen year old for the past two weeks and all I then got from her was a stare that told me to be very careful!

In the kitchen I swallowed a strong cup of coffee and threw on my tracksuit. I was already feeling guilty for not completing my usual exercise routine and so decided to jog the two miles to work. Maybe some fresh air in my lungs would make me feel a little better about the day ahead.

When I arrived at work Annie could see that I was rather perplexed. I was greeted with a stony glare.

"It's probably worse than you think." She said anticipating my concerns and not helping in the slightest. "Look at the appointments book."

I stared down at the open page she was pointing at. My eyes were immediately drawn to Maxine's name. 

"Well, it's still there. She hasn't cancelled." I said gloomily.

"No, look here."

I looked again. My stomach turned over and I felt sick. Next to Maxine Walkers name was another name, equally well known to me and equally worrying – Frank Walker.

"Both of them?" I asked in a half gasp.

Annie nodded slowly. "What are you going to do?"

"Simple." I said. I had already made a decision regarding my appointment with Mrs. Walker. The fact that there was now her husband to contend with as well was just another inconvenience. 

"I'm going to do my job. I'm going to be completely professional and keep my eyes and hands where they should be."

Annie puffed out her cheeks and grunted. Clearly she didn't believe a word I was saying.

"Seriously." I continued. "No funny business; just a normal massage."

"I hope that's not the normal sort of massage you gave me yesterday evening." Annie grinned. 

I smiled back. What had started off as a sort of training session had ended with both Annie and I completely naked on the floor under the massage table and my hard cock buried deep inside her tight little pussy!

"Completely professional." I concluded. Then thought to myself: "and afterwards you can suck me off!"

The double appointment had been booked for 10am so I had just under an hour to prepare my equipment. I had just spread a clean fluffy towel over the table and washed my hands when I heard a knock at the door.

My boss's wife stood framed in the doorway. Her blonde hair looked freshly washed and fell to just below shoulder level. She wore a nice light summer dress and high-heeled sandals on her feet. Walker was behind his wife in his usual dark suit. I greeted them both politely and stood back to allow them access to my domain.

"I get undressed behind here, do I?" Maxine asked indicating a high screen.

"I'm afraid so. Until we get the changing room completely finished this is all we have. Most customers don't seem to mind."

"I'm not surprised." Maxine replied cryptically and looked me up and down approvingly.

As his wife disappeared behind the screen, Frank Walker made himself comfortable on a long bench a little back from the main massage table.

"Don't worry about me," he said as he folded his arms across an expansive stomach. "I'll just watch. Check out your technique. See you in action, so to speak!"

Usually, of course, I would have baulked at an audience; a massage is a very private experience. But Walker was my boss and I got the distinct feeling that if I put up any resistance to his demands, I wouldn't be in the job for very much longer. I nodded my agreement.

"There's a towel on the chair, Mrs. Walker." I called over the screen. "We can start as soon as you're read .."

"I'm ready now, Paul."

I tried my best to keep my eyes from looking at the blonde woman wrapped in a towel that now stood before me but it was impossible. Maxine was an extremely attractive woman and any mans eyes would have wandered – let alone his hands!

I swallowed quickly and tried to think of something non-sexual. The last thing I wanted was to get a hard-on in front of my boss and his wife.

Silently noticing the prepared table, Maxine wandered over and sat on the edge with her legs hanging over. The yellow towel covered her body from just above her breasts to a few inches above her knees. 

"I've heard very good things about you, Paul." She said. "I keep telling Frank that we were very lucky to get you. So, now is your chance to prove me right. I want you to make me feel good!"

As she finished the last sentence, Maxine swung her long tapered legs up onto the table and rolled over onto her stomach. I swallowed again and tied to recall my earlier promise: Be professional. Just do your job.

Maxine's feet and lower legs felt warm as I picked each one up in turn and luxuriantly massaged her toes and deep arch. 

Her head was buried in the pillow and I thought that I caught a very quiet moan of satisfaction as I began my work. I smiled to myself; it's always good to know that what you are doing is working.

My eyes drifted over to my boss as he sat against the wall and looked on. He seemed impressed with my skills but there was something else in those deep black eyes of his: perhaps impatience?

Maxine's skin felt soft and warm beneath my hands as I slowly worker some aromatic oil into her ankles and calves. Every now and then I could hear a quiet moan so I knew that what I was doing was appreciated. Her skin was superb – very well looked after – and reacted well to the oil and my fingers. I began to worry less about the inappropriateness of the situation and concentrated more on my craft. I was becoming more and more engrossed in my work and didn't notice when the worst thing that could possibly have happened, suddenly happened.

"Oh shit, sorry Mrs. Walker. I..er…I'm sorry!" I blurted out incoherently as saw that the towel that she had been wearing had become loosened and had slipped to the floor. Out of politeness I turned my back for a few seconds so that she could re-cover herself.

For a moment the room was silent, but when I turned around again I was shocked o see that Maxine had made absolutely no effort to replace the towel. She was still lying face down on the table, but was now completely naked.

"Er…Mrs. Walker…don't you want to …er…?"

I looked over at Frank Walker, a panicked expression crawling over my face. I was sure that I was going to be blamed for this mishap and subsequently find myself without a job.

"What are you waiting for?" Frank Walker asked with a sly grin. "At least you can see what you're doing now!"

It took a while, but slowly the truth of the matter began to sink in. I had heard of this before but never actually experienced it: watching his wife was how Frank Walker got his kicks!

"So, you want me to continue with massaging Mrs. Walker? Naked?" I asked.

For a second, the Walkers shared "a moment". He looked at her and she turned those big blue eyes back up at him. They both smiled.

"Actually, no." Frank started. Here it comes, I thought. I'm going to get fired here. "I think I'd like you to fuck her."

It was said so matter-of-factly that I wasn't sure that I'd heard correctly. I must have looked a bit dim just standing there with a vacant look on my face because Frank slowly repeated himself.

"I want you to fuck her, Paul. I want you to caress her body and then use your young cock to make her happy. I want you to fulfil her. I want you to satisfy her. I want you to fuck her hard!"

I didn't need to be told three times and Walker's last words were still ringing in my ears as I bent my head and slowly kissed the twin globes of Maxine's buttocks as she lay on the table.

As my head lowered I could feel the heat emanating from between Maxine's legs. Again I felt her soft skin but this time with a brush of my lips. The sweet scent of her sex filled my nostrils as I licked gently and lovingly between her cleft. I could hear her moaning again but now they were moans of lust rather than of innocent satisfaction. 

Maxine's hands rested on her ass cheeks and gently parted the two orbs. I looked deep between her legs; the puckered, star shaped entrance to her ass and the neatly shaved lips of her vagina. My tongue delved deeper, brushing against a clitoris that looked swollen and distended – much like my own cock by that stage – and I felt her shiver beneath me.

My hands roamed her body. Her breasts fitted perfectly into my hands and the nipples – now hard and erect – dug into my palms. I could feel her reacting to every twist and turn of my tongue and was happy to let her writhe beneath me as she climbed towards her orgasm.

"Keep going, Paul." Walker said breathlessly from the sidelines as I continued to tongue his wife's pussy and ass. "I can see she's almost there. Make her cum for me, Paul!"

I did just that. Driving my snake-like tongue deep into Maxine's pussy, I rolled her nipples roughly between my fingers. Her first cry of ecstasy was only a low moan but that soon increased in pitch and volume until the shrill groan that she uttered sounded like it came from deep within her soul. As her body shook and trembled and her butt pushed back up into my face I was treated to a wonderful cascade of her juices as they flowed out of her slit in a torrent and poured into my waiting mouth.

Licking my lips appreciatively I stood back and looked down at the blonde woman still writhing through the final throes of her climax. My shorts were off in a second and I stroked my already hard shaft to full attention.

"That's a fine looking young cock you have there, Paul." Frank Walker commended me. I smiled back but was really much more interested in what his wife thought about it.

"A fine young cock for a fine young cock-sucker!" He continued. "Let Max go to work on that big dick, Paul. I know you'll enjoy it!"

That situation suited me just fine and as I moved to the edge of the table, Maxine rolled over to face me. Her expression was already one of complete and total lust but her eyes actually seemed to light up when she saw my erection swing menacingly in front of her face.

"Mmmm…a nice hard cock for Maxine!" she cooed as she grasped my shaft and pulled me towards her. "And all for me!"

The last few words were a little muffled due to the fact that Maxine Walker had stuffed the entire head of my throbbing tool into her mouth. I felt the warm wetness engulf me wonderfully. Her painted fingernails teased the sensitive underside of my balls and her soft lips formed a perfect seal around my wide cock-head as she started to suck me noisily.

Taking my eyes away from the top of Maxine's blonde head for a moment, I glanced over at her husband. I was aware that this was all probably his idea and that he was getting as much excitement out of the proceedings as anyone was. Frank's suit pants were pooled around his ankles. A modest but fiercely erect cock was gripped tightly in his fist and his jaw moved wordlessly up and down as he masturbated silently.

Maxine's expert lips had brought me close to climax on two occasions now, but each time she had sensed my impending orgasm and stopped herself from taking me over the edge.

"Paul?" She gasped as she allowed my cock to spring from between her lips; "I want you to fuck me now."

I could see Frank watching his wife closely now as she clambered back up onto the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees. Her legs were well spread and we could both see her two wet holes as she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me.

"It's time to do it now, baby." She cooed softly. "Time to fill me up with that big, juicy cock!"

Moving behind her I positioned myself so that Frank had a perfect view of my cock and his wife's vagina. I teased her slowly running my cock-head through the soft, wet folds of her labia and grazing her clit on each pass. 

Maxine was going insane with lust. Her long, blonde hair – now matted with perspiration – clung to her face and made her look like a wanton whore. Her ass was pointed up and her head down as she gasped and panted; begging me now to push my cock inside her.

With a smile I suddenly lunged forward. I gave her no warning, no chance to prepare herself. Her pussy was already dripping wet and my length slid effortlessly in.

My hands scooped up her swinging, pendulous breasts as I ploughed roughly into her depths. My fingers once again found her swollen, pink nipples and submitted them to further abuse; twisting and pinching them mercilessly in a fashion that I now knew she favoured. 

Maxine's grunting and moaning were now not the only sounds and I looked over at Frank just in time to see a thin stream of sperm ooze from the end of his quickly wilting penis.

"Oh, God!" Maxine suddenly cried bringing my attention right back to my task in hand. "I'm cumming again!"

I could feel her whole body quake beneath me and her internal muscles contract around my cock. Quickly I licked the length of my finger. Her ass was right up in front of me and as I slowly inserted the digit deep into her anus she exploded in one of the fiercest orgasms I have ever witnessed.

With my finger still buried in her ass and my cock deep in her tight pussy, I fucked Maxine walker right through her climax. Her body was writhing and thrashing around and I had to use all my strength to hold her steady as my own orgasm unleashed. As I pulled out of her twitching hole, jet after jet of thick jism splashed against her two dilated holes and trickled down between the cleft in her buttocks. It was one of the most erotic sights I think I've ever seen.

Now, a little rested and in the clear light of day, I was starting to get worried again. With my cock buried deep in Maxine's willing pussy, I had of course given no thought to the consequences of my actions. Although The Walkers had been more than keen for the situation to develop as it had, there was no guarantee that they would still be thinking the same way now. I felt an uncomfortable silence surround the room.

"Do you like your job here, Paul?" Frank Walker finally asked.

Shit, I thought. Here it comes. They've had their fun and now I'm out on the street!

"Yes, Frank..er..Mr. Walker. Yes I do."

Looking at my boss, now deep in thought but with his limp, wet cock still hanging between his legs made for a comical sight. I waited for his inevitable words of dismissal.

"That's good, because you have a job here for life!" Maxine Walker interrupted. 

I glanced over at her and was surprised to see her sitting naked, cross-legged on my massage table with three fingers buried deep inside her vagina.

"Really?" I asked looking back over at Frank.

"Of course!" My boss replied. "Just as long as Maxine has her weekly appointment, you have work here for as long as you want it!"

I suddenly felt the tension drain out of my body. I was safe. A job for life they had said.

"The pleasure will be all mine Mr. Walker." I said emphatically.

"No, the pleasure will be all Maxine's! Every Tuesday at 10am!"

I laughed but, as I looked over at the masturbating blonde, I realised that my work for this week was not quite finished yet!



Massaging Mike's Mom



Mike Johnson and I have been friends since before high school, and grew up just a few blocks from each other.  We’re both now 19 and in college.  This summer we are back in our hometown and see each other every few days.  He is working part time for a retail store, and I’m studying therapeutic massage three days each week.

Yesterday we planned for me to come over to his parents’ house after lunch and hang out at their pool, which is very private and secluded with a high fence and trees around it.  When I arrived, I came around to the side of the house to the private entrance to their backyard.  As I’ve always done when visiting their home, I tapped on the gate and walked on back around the hedge to the pool area.  There was Mike’s mom, Judy.

Judy is a knockout.  She is 38 years old, and looks 25.  She is petite, only about five feet tall, trim and lean, and with the greatest set of breasts I’ve ever seen - not that I’d ever actually seen them bare, but they are often on display in the tiny bikinis that she usually wears around their pool.  Yesterday was no exception.  Judy was lying on a padded area on the ground reading when I appeared and greeted her.

“Hi, Ben.  Mike said you’d be coming over.  He asked me to apologize for him.  His manager called a few minutes ago and asked him to come in to work because another worker called in sick,” Judy explained.

“Oh, all right, Mrs. Johnson,” I replied.  “I’ll come back another day.”

“Would you like a coke or a beer, while you’re here?” she asked.  “You might as well relax and enjoy the pool awhile.”

“A beer would be great,” I said.  “Thanks.”  I was glad to have an excuse to hang out with her.

“Have a seat.  I’ll get a cold one for you,” Judy gestured to the comfortable pad strewn with pillows as she went into the house.

I said down against some pillows beside a short table.  In a few minutes Judy returned with a beer for me and one for herself.  As she leaned over to put the beer on my table, her breasts hung deliciously in front of me, only slightly supported by the tiny bikini top.  I tried to avert my eyes, but no doubt my interest in the view was obvious to her, as her knowing smile and twinkling eye suggested.  She took her time arranging the coaster and slowly pouring my beer into a glass, seeming in no hurry to stand up, all the while allowing me to gaze furtively at those beautiful mounds.

We sat and chatted for several minutes.  Mike’s dad works 8 to 5 in an office and Judy does freelance writing from home.  She explained that she was taking a break to enjoy the perfect weather this afternoon.

Conversation turned to my therapeutic massage program, in which Judy seemed quite interested.

“Do you get lots of hands on practice?” she inquired.

“Some, but never enough,” I replied, interpreting her question as an intriguing opening.  “I never get tired of giving massages, and always learn from the different ways that different people respond.”

“Well, we might have a match here,” she grinned.  “I love massage too, but rarely have the opportunity.  Care to practice on me?”

I could hardly contain my glee at the prospect of being able to finally get my hands on this beautiful woman, who had starred in many of my masturbation fantasies for years.

I invited Judy to lie down on her stomach as I retrieved a bottle of massage oil from my backpack.  I squeezed some of the oil onto my hands and started massaging her feet, gradually progressing up her legs.  Her bikini bottom was a thong, and as I approached her buttocks, she sensed my hesitation.  “Anything that’s not covered is fair game,” she volunteered.  “Go ahead and massage my butt if that body part is included in your method.  I’m not shy.”

So, I proceeded to knead her gluteus maximus muscles for several minutes, trying to maintain a professional manner.  After all, this was the mother of my friend, so I didn’t want her to think I was turned on.

After a few minutes, it was time to continue my progression up her spine to the lumbar and thoracic areas.  She reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top, saying “Here, let me get this strap out of the way for you.”  I proceeded to work my way up her back and down each arm.  The bulges of the sides of her ample breasts were tantalizing, but I resisted the urge to touch them.

“Now it’s time for the front,” I said.  She promptly rolled over on her back, holding her bikini top to her breasts but not re-hooking it.  She just positioned the small fragments of cloth to cover her nipples and put her arms out to her sides, ready for me to massage the front of her body.

“Some clients like to have a cloth over their faces during this part,” I explained in a professional voice.  “It gives them a feeling of privacy.  What’s your preference?”

“Nice idea,” Judy responded, turning to her side and reaching for a small towel, which she folded and placed over her eyes.  That movement caused her bikini top to slip to the side as her soft, flowing breasts shifted, exposing one nipple.

I tried my best to not let my massage technique be affected by the delicious sight before me.  Her smooth round perfect nipples are dark brown and about the size of a half dollar.  I again returned to her feet, working my way up her thighs and to her tight stomach.  The side-to-side motion of my hands on her abdomen caused her tiny bikini top to slip even further, now exposing both nipples.  

Perhaps feeling the cloth changing position on her breasts, Judy lifted the cloth from her eyes and noticed that her breasts were now entirely revealed.  “Oh, my,” she exclaimed in mock surprise.  “What have we here?  Oh, well, I guess there’s nothing left to hide.  Do you mind if I just get this out of the way?  Or, would you prefer that I put it back on?”

“Whichever way you are more comfortable, Mrs. Johnson,” I replied.  “If you would like for me to include your breasts in the massage, they should be bare, of course.”

“Do you usually massage breasts when you work with females?” she inquired.

“Many women are shy, and prefer not to have their breasts massaged,” I answered.  “But others find it pleasant and relaxing.”

“Well, like I said, I’m not shy,” Judy reminded me, tossing her bikini top aside and replacing the towel over her eyes.

So, I proceeded to massage her torso and breasts, attempting to maintain a strictly professional manner as my hands worked that amazing soft flesh.  I kept reminding myself that this was therapeutic massage, not a sexual interaction.  But my throbbing erection told me otherwise.

When I finished, I sat back as Judy slowly began to move from her deeply relaxed state.  “Wow, that was great!,” she said softly.  “Thanks a million.”

Without bothering to replace her bikini top, Judy sat up, cross-legged, and took a couple of deep breaths to reawaken her body.  After a few moments, she asked, “Would you rather I put my top back on?  I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.  It just seems that since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in being bashful.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, Mrs. Johnson,” I replied.  “Besides, you have beautiful breasts.”

“I guess I am pretty lucky in the chest department.  I like it that you appreciate the boobs of an older woman,” she chuckled, fishing for a compliment.  She leaned back, arms outstretched behind her for support, and looked down at her chest.

“Oh, I do!”  I glanced at her breasts but tried not to stare.

“Ben, I appreciate that you are trying to be discreet, but you can look at them all you want.  You won’t embarrass me.  In fact, I like the attention.”  She clasped her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest with a little wiggle, making her soft breasts to sway from side to side.  “Feast your eyes,” she said with a smile.

I accepted her invitation to gaze at her breasts without looking away.

“Do you like the jiggle effect?” she asked, twisting her body quickly side to side, causing her gorgeous tits to flow across her chest.  “Men seem to like that.”

“Oh, yes!”  I said, following them with my eyes.  My erect cock was pushing hard against the end of a cul de sac in my shorts, so I discreetly pushed it to the side with my hand to relieve the pressure.

Judy noticed my movement and smiled.  “Looks like I may be causing a problem there,” glancing at my crotch.  “Maybe we should change the subject.  How about if I give you a massage now?  I’m not a pro like you, but I was paying attention to your technique and could give it a try.”

The prospect of this beautiful, nearly naked woman caressing my body was more than I could have hoped for.  However, I had a problem . . . 

My penis is nearly eleven inches long when erect, and at this moment it was throbbing.  To hide my frequent erections, I often wear bulky knee-length shorts and an over-sized tee-shirt so there’s plenty of cloth to cover the evidence.  I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to conceal my erection from Judy if she massaged me.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I answered.

“But I would really like to.  Lie down here and let’s get started,” she directed.

Feeling unable to resist, I stretched out, stomach down on the pad.  “You don’t expect me to be able to give you a proper massage with all those clothes on, do you?” Judy queried.  

I slipped my shirt over my head, hoping she would be satisfied with that.  No such luck.  “How am I supposed to massage your thighs and buttocks with those pants on?  Off with those too,” she insisted playfully.

“But I’m not wearing underwear,” I protested.  With a wave of her hand she dismissed my objection.  I was out of excuses.

I managed to get my shorts off without displaying my eleven-inch throbber, and quickly laid down on it, safely hidden.

Judy started as I had, with my feet and worked her way slowly all the way up to my neck, shoulders, and arms.

“Ok, time for the front,” she declared, foreclosing all options. 

“But, I’m not wearing anything,” I objected weakly.

“Ben, remember, I’m a mother and an adult woman.  I’ve seen penises before.  Don’t worry about it.”

“But I’ve got a har. .  I mean, an erec . . .” I mumbled incoherently.

“You’re a healthy young man.  I would expect you would have an erection in this situation.  I’ve seen those too.  You were very professional as you massaged me; I’ll be equally professional with you.”

So, I rolled over on my back, exposing my huge cock to Judy’s gaze, trying to swallow my embarrassment.  Her eyes widened as she saw its size, but otherwise didn’t react.

“You might like to put the towel over your eyes to help you feel more private,” she said as she reached over me to get the towel.  As she reached, her bare breasts hung only inches above my face.  She seemed to fumble longer than necessary with the towel, giving me a few precious moments to admire her delectable mounds.  She placed the folded towel on my eyes, nudged my arms out to my sides, and instructed me to relax and enjoy.

Judy proceeded to give me an excellent massage from foot to neck.  As she worked around my upper thighs and hips, her hands barely grazed my scrotum a couple of times.  As she massaged my abdomen, her hands brushed the underside of my rigid cock, causing it to jerk in spasm.  Otherwise, she didn’t touch my genitals.  But knowing that she was no doubt feasting her eyes on my monster boy while I was effectively blindfolded was so erotic I could feel precum oozing out and dripping on my abdomen.  

Although I could see nothing, when she reached across me to massage an arm, her nipple brushed my lips once.  “Oh, Ben, I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to make this harder for you . . . so to speak,” she added with a smile in her voice as she realized her double entendre.

“No problem,” I croaked.  “I didn’t mind at all.”

“Your self-control is admirable for a young man, Ben,” Judy continued.  “Most young guys would get aggressive when they are turned on as much as you obviously are.  I appreciate your maturity.  Stay still and I’ll make the same ‘mistake’ again”.  She then intentionally brushed her breasts over my face and teased my lips with her nipples.  I followed her instruction and stayed completely still, not even moving my lips or tongue to lick or kiss those delicious nipples.  In a short time her breasts brushed the towel off my face, so I had a full view of the bountiful sight above me.  Judy seemed intrigued with my ability to contain my urge to take control

Sitting up, she said, “Well, Ben, it looks like your body is pretty relaxed except for one part,” glancing at my throbbing cock.  “Would you like for me to massage that muscle too?”  I was only able to nod my assent.

Judy straddled my upper thighs, put some massage oil on her hands, took my cock firmly in both hands, and began to stroke it with excruciating slowness.  Each time her slick hands passed over my corona, I felt a spasm that brought me ever closer to orgasm.  But she kept her motion slow enough that I couldn’t climax.  A few times she rubbed my cockhead over her puckered nipples, which were at about the same height.  From my viewpoint, my cock looked huge against her petite body and slender hands.  Only her ample breasts seemed in proportion.

“This massage doesn’t seem to be relaxing your big muscle, Ben.  Maybe I should stop,” Judy said, teasingly.  She knew I was getting desperate.

I shook my head no, terrified that she would leave me in this unbearable state.

“But wouldn’t you be embarrassed if you had an orgasm now?,” Judy asked.  “After all, I’m your friend’s mother.  I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“That would be OK,” I croaked.  “In fact, I really need it.”

Judy seemed to contemplate this, continuing to slowly stroke my aching cock, precum seeping from the end.  After a few more minutes of this teasing, Judy proposed, “I’ve noticed that you and Mike like to play competitive games - would you like to make a bet with me?”

“What kind of bet?” I asked, worried about what torture she might have in mind.

“Put your hands behind your head.  If I can’t make you move your hands within thirty minutes, without hurting or tickling you, then I’ll give you an orgasm.  If you move your hands, you’re on your own.  Deal?”

“Deal,” I said, not knowing whether I could withstand for a whole half hour the tortuous tension that Judy was so skillfully causing.

So the contest began.  She stroked me close to orgasm several times, then sat back and watched my aching cock bounce in the air, seeking one more moment of stimulation.

After several minutes, Judy reached for her beer, which caused her breasts to sway enticingly just over my face.  She stayed in that position a few moments, jiggling her breasts within inches of my hungry eyes.  Her temptation was nearly successful, as I yearned to reach up and caress them.  Taking a sip of her beer, she said playfully, “Oh, how inconsiderate of me, having a drink without offering you one.  But since you can’t move your hands, how about if I let you lick beer off my breasts?”  With that, she poured some beer in a shallow saucer, dipped one breast, and brought the nipple to my mouth to suck.  She repeated this several times, until my thirst was quenched but my lust was only intensified.

Returning to my genitals in seriousness, she spread my legs and sat between them.  She grasped my scrotum just above my swollen balls in her left hand, squeezing just hard enough to extend them away from my body.  She hooked her left index finger around the base of my cock.  I didn’t know then why she was doing this, but I soon found out.

By gripping with her left hand and slowly stroking my cock with her right hand, Judy was able to sense when semen was beginning to enter my cock and to feel the  involuntary contraction of my balls as my orgasm neared.  By stopping her stroking at just the right moment, she could bring me excruciatingly close to orgasm.

“You’re a tough one, Ben.  I have only five more minutes to overcome your self-control,” she said tauntingly yet playfully.  “Looks like I’ll need to bring out the heavy artillery.”  With that, she stroked my cock until she felt semen begin to enter the base of my cock, and my balls tighten up.  She stopped stroking immediately, keeping her left-hand grip.  One small drop of semen oozed from the tip of my cock as I groaned in agony.  Judy watched, entranced.

“All you have to do is move your hand to your penis and stroke it, and relief is yours in seconds, Ben” she taunted.  “How about it?”

All I could do was make a guttural sound like “No.”  My tension was nearly unbearable, but I was determined to win this contest.

“OK, then let’s try it again.  Let’s see how much pressure you can stand.”  She repeated the procedure, letting one more drop of semen emerge, her left hand sensing the exact moment for her right hand to stop stimulating me.  I writhed in agony, thrusting my eleven-inch cock helplessly into the air, desperate for one more touch.

“Well, Ben, it looks like you’ve won the contest.  But your reward will be on my schedule.  I’ll let you have a complete orgasm, but you won’t know exactly when.”  With that warning, Judy repeated her teasing several more times over the next 20 minutes.  Each time, I hoped desperately that this would be the time of my deliverance.  Finally, she continued stroking slowly as I began to ejaculate.  Then she plunged my cock deep into her left breast, rubbing it on her nipple as I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot semen directly at her nipple.

When I was totally spent, Judy said, “Relaxed now?  Do I give a good massage?”  I could only nod appreciatively with a smile.

As we lounged in exhausted silence, Judy remarked, “Now I know why Mike calls you ‘horse’!”




Massaging Mother



Joseph was 18 when his parents split up. He was an only child and his father ran away with a woman he worked with. So, he lived with his mother. His mother, Catherine was an attractive woman especially for a 40 year old. She had back problems, and went to physical therapy 3 times a week. The therapist recommended that she get back massages 3 times a day. A professional masseuse was quite costly, and she couldn't really afford it. Joseph began massaging his mother's back for her. He learned as he went, but became quite talented at it. He had been massaging her back for over 2 months, when "it" happened. Catherine had just climbed out of the bathtub after a nice long soak in the hot water. She put her terrycloth robe on and exited the bathroom. She went to her bedroom, and instead of just lowering the robe like normal, for some reason, she took it off.

She laid on the bed, and yelled for Joseph. Joseph ran into her bedroom in his briefs. He straddled his mother's lower back and began to work on her shoulders. She softly moaned as he caressed and massaged her shoulders and upper back. He slowly rocked himself back and forth, unconsciously rubbing his crotch against her soft ass.

His young cock began to stir, as he rubbed it against her. As he grew longer, harder and thicker, his cockhead began to stick out from the waistband of his briefs. His young 8 inch cock was now fully hard, and he continued rubbing it against her soft ass crack. She softly moaned, and began to slowly grind her hips. Joseph was quite excited now, and he saw the precum glistening on the swollen head of his young penis. It acted as a lubricant, and his cock slid along her ass and brushed against her pussy.

Catherine stiffened, and moaned. Joseph, quickly pulled his cock from between her legs, and tried to hide it in his underwear. "Oh baby, don't stop!" she moaned. Joseph slid his briefs off, and began rubbing his thick naked cock between her legs. He could feel the moisture and the heat from her pussy. Catherine moaned as she felt her son's hard cock slid across her juicy pussy lips. He rubbed the swollen head against her wet pussy hole, and she thrust against him. His cock head slid inside of her pussy, and she moaned loudly.

He thrust hard, and fully slid inside of her tight wet pussy. Catherine grunted, and gyrated her hips beneath him, as he began to slowly fuck her. "Oh God baby" she moaned. Joseph grunted as his mother's pussy tightened around his cock. He moved his hips slowly, driving his long thick cock deeply into her.

Catherine's body began to quiver, and she moaned loudly as she came. Her pussy tightly holding her son's long thick cock inside of her. Joseph began to fuck her faster, balls slapping against her soft ass as he pumped away inside of her. "Oh God baby, cum for me" she yelled. "Mmmm, yes fill mommy's pussy with your sweet cum" she grunted. Joseph moaned as the first hot jet of his cum erupted into her. Catherine moaned, and climaxed again, as she felt blast after blast of his hot cum squirting inside of her. "Mmmm, yes baby, it's so hot and good" she moaned. Joseph thrust furiously inside of his mother's pussy, emptying the last of his cum into her. Catherine quickly slid from beneath him, and took his large cock between her lips.

Joseph moaned as he felt his mother's tongue slide across his sensitive cockhead. "Oh God, mom" he yelled. He thrust against her mouth, and she eagerly accepted him deep into her throat. "Oh mom" he moaned. She quickly swung her hips around, and was now straddling her son's young face. She lowered her dripping pussy against his mouth, and he hungrily thrust his tongue inside of her. He tasted his cum as it dripped from the hot hole, and combined with her sweet pussy juices, it tasted rather good. He hungrily lapped at her pussy, playing with her swollen clit. Catherine moved her mouth up and down on her son's large cock. She savored his tasty young juices as they seeped from the large pulsating head. Joseph's tongue slid deeply into her tight pink hole, and he wiggled it playfully inside of her.

Catherine moved her mouth quickly up and down her son's thick cock, as she felt her orgasm approaching. "God I hope he cums with me" she thought, as her pussy exploded with waves of ecstasy. She moved her hips fast, grinding her pussy against his mouth. He tasted her sweet pussy cum as it flowed from the pretty pink hole. He grunted as his cum began squirting into her talented mouth. Joseph thrust upward cramming his long cock into his mom's throat. Catherine greedily gobbled up his sweet young cum as it splashed against the back of her throat. Her pussy spasmed as she came again. Joseph quickly fucked her with his pink wet tongue, rubbing her swollen clit with his index finger. She gasped, and his cock slid from her mouth. She took it into her hand, and furiously stroked him, watching as the white cream oozed from the magnificent head. "Oh God baby" she moaned.

Catherine climbed off of her son's face, and pulled him towards her. Their lips lightly touching as he climbed on top of her. He pressed his cock against her wet pussy, and easily slid into her. Joseph thrust his cock deeply inside of his mother, making her moan loudly. "Oh God baby" she moaned. "How many times can you go?" she asked. 

"I don't know, mom" he whispered as he began to fuck her. Catherine wrapped her long legs around his young ass, holding him deeply inside of her. He pressed his mouth over hers, and thrust his tongue against hers. They passionately kissed as he pumped slowly in and out of her hot pussy. Catherine's mind clouded over as her orgasm hit her. She moaned and thrashed wildly beneath him. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and he shot his cum into her. Joseph continued to pump his cum into his mom's pussy as they french kissed.

He pulled his cock from her wet pussy, and lay beside her. Catherine held her son tightly as she fell asleep. Catherine awoke early in the morning and Joseph's young hard cock was pressed firmly against her as he slept. She reached behind her, gripping the thick shaft. She held it tightly in her hand, and began to stroke him. Joseph remained asleep as she slid beneath the covers and took him into her mouth. She slowly and softly sucked his long cock. Inhaling his young manly scent. She lightly cupped his balls, and took him deeply into her mouth. Joseph awoke with his cock deep in his mother's throat. She looked up at her handsome young son, and continued to suck him. Her tongue slid up and down the thick pulsating shaft, and he moaned loudly. "OH God Mom" he moaned. Catherine felt his cock throb, as his hot cum erupted into her mouth.

Catherine hungrily swallowed every tasty drop, making her son's young body gyrate wildly. He thrust against her mouth, emptying his cum into her. Catherine moved her mouth up and down his slick hard cock until the remaining droplets of cum oozed from the pretty head. She climbed back up, and kissed Joseph. "Mmmm, go back to sleep baby boy" she moaned. They snuggled, and fell asleep. Joseph still massages her back to this day. His wife, thinks he is a really good son for making trips to his mom's house everyday to massage her. Little does she know.



Massaging Mother



It started out rather innocently, out of a necessity but culminated into a life altering experience.

Ratna and her husband Sunil got into a car accident. They were lucky it was very a minor one. Sunil scathed scratch free, however, Ratna complained about neck and back pain. Sunil took her to their family doctor. He prescribed some pain killer and told her to get professional massage for her neck and back.

Ratna was surprised that she even fooled her doctor. She was not hurt at all. She was just trying to get more attention from her husband. After 20 years of marriage the passion in their life had all but gone. More and more Sunil was devoting most of his time towards his business. Sex between them became as infrequent as rain in hot Indian summer. She still fondly remembered when she was the centerpiece of his world and love making was as frequent as monsoon rain. Now Ratna considered herself lucky if her husband made love to her just once a month. It was far from what her sex starved body needed to satisfy her carnal desire. 

She had just turned forty. She kept herself in very good shape. She could easily be mistaken as a woman of thirty years old. Sunil was 7 or 8 years older than her and as her sexual desire was growing his was waning real fast. 

Another thing that had fueled her desire, was her friend Surma's bold and naked advices. Surma was living overseas and came to visit her family. She was a very modern and sexy woman. Shyness was never an adjective that could be attributed to her. She encouraged Ratna to find a young stud as a lover. 

"Look girlfriend, you are still a very young and sexy woman. Pretty soon father time will take over your body and before you know it, it will be all over." Surma advised her with the confidence of someone who knew what she was talking about. "Find yourself a young lover and let him fuck your brain out. Don't let cobweb grow in your pussy. "

Ratna could not help but laughing at Surma's comment of cobweb growing in her pussy. She knew it was easier said than done. She was not sure if she had the guts to cheat on her husband. If she did, it had to be with someone she could trust one hundred percent. 

Before Surma left she gave her a dildo and couple of porno magazines. She had never seen fuck pictures like this before. The magazines were full of pictures of couples engaged in anal, oral and vaginal sex. In her entire life she never experienced the pleasure of anal or oral sex. Her imagination began to run wild. She started fantasizing about getting fucked by a faceless huge cock in every which way possible. In reality her dildo ended up being her fantasy cock and became her constant fucking companion. 


"Where I am going to find a professional masseur?" Her husband asked on their way back from doctor's office.

"Don't worry, I will be fine without one." She said with all the womanly indication of not really meaning it.

"No, honey, I'll give you massage myself if I can't find anyone." He assured her. That would be fun she thought. She would finally get some attention from him after all and it might turn into something that she had been craving all the time but getting it only scarcely. 

That afternoon Sunil came home with a young man carrying a small bag in his hand.

"Ratna, this is Suresh, He is a professional masseur. He would give the massage you need."

Suresh was a young good looking man and he greeted her in traditional Indian way, putting his hands together and saying 'namaste'.

All of a sudden a cold spell took over her. The idea of another man beside her husband touching her seemed too farfetched for her psyche. She might have been having fantasies about other man, but in reality she was still very conservative and meek. No one except her husband had ever touched her since she had grown up. She grew cold feet immediately. She took her husband to bedroom.

"Are you out of your mind?' She vented her frustration on him, "I won't let a stranger touch my body."

"Honey, this is part of your treatment. Think him as your doctor or nurse." He desperately tried to convince her.

"Absolutely not! Either you do it or no massage." She expressed herself adamantly and Sunil knew his wife well enough to realize she would not buzz from her decision. 

He reluctantly let Suresh go and even more reluctantly agreed to massage her himself. Under any other circumstances it would make him happy that his wife only wanted him, but fact of the matter was he had been too busy with his business and putting up 15 to 16 hours day. Even though he loved his wife very much he just did not have much time for her at this juncture of his life. He was hoping it would change for good in the near future when his business really got going. 

Ratna took her clothes off and laid herself face down on the bed. She was getting excited anticipating her husband's touch. She started feeling dampness in her pussy already. Sunil came over her and pour some of the massaging lotion that the doctor gave them and began to rub Ratn's neck and shoulder. Ratna cooed and her body began to relax. She began to think that her fantasy of an erotic massage would finally be materialized.

Then his cell phone rang and it kept on ringing. Business talks and erotic massage would never go hand in hand, she thought. To her dismay, he kept getting calls one after another. In frustration, she abruptly jumped up from bed and went into the shower. If it was five years ago, Sunil would have followed her in the shower immediately and the whole thing would have ended in a delicious fuck. Hoping against hope, she desperately wanted to hear his footsteps through the bathroom door. None was forthcoming as he kept on talking on the phone. 

"Honey, something came up. I have to go now. We'll do the massage tomorrow. See you at dinner time." He shouted from the bathroom door and quickly existed without waiting for her response.

Ratna took comfort in knowing that her faithful dildo won't let her down. She fucked her pussy with her rubber lover and relieved herself.

Next day Sunil made a great effort to massage her. He took his cell phone out and turned it off. Ratna was very pleased at his gesture. He began the massage. Just when she was totally relaxed and enjoying her husband's rub down, there was a knock at the door. It was their 19 year old son, Anil. 

"Baba, phone call for you in the drawing room. He said it was an emergency." Anil informed his father.

"Anil, come here. Massage your mother's back while I take the call."

"No." She protested.

"What's the problem now? He is your son, not a stranger." By saying that Sunil went to answer his call.

So much for an erotic massage, she thought. She was really upset at this development. Still lying face down, she quickly pulled the blanket up to her waist to cover herself. Anil began to massage his mother's back as his father told him. 

Sunil and Anil alternated few time massaging her in between his phone calls. Suddenly Ratna realized the difference between two of them. Her husband was massaging her just for the sake of it, without putting any real efforts. His gestures made it clear he rather be somewhere else, like at work. On the contrary her son was massaging her forcefully. He was forcing her back down harder and she was feeling the pressure on her breasts. Her nipples were rubbing against soft fabric of the bed sheet and they quickly became erect. His knees and hands even touched her buttocks few times sending a chill sensation through her. She unintentionally began to get wet between her legs. She wanted to have this feeling when the massage started, but not from her own son. 

"God, what I'm thinking. He is my son." She reprimanded herself and quickly took control of her emotions. She immediately ended the massaging session and went to take a shower. She was very upset with herself about having sinful thoughts about her own son. But her sexual urges were so strong she could not help but to touch her pussy. Pretty soon she was fucking her pussy with two fingers and experienced a soothing orgasm.

"I have to go out of town for three days." Sunil told them at the dinner table that night, "Anil can massage you when I'm away. Your college is closed for summer, right son?"

"Yes, baba. I don't mind if it is okay with ma." His son responded diplomatically. 

Ratna's dilemma: To fuck or not to fuck her son.

Now, I was really mad at me for refusing to get massage from the masseur. My refusal had given rise to this current predicament. I did not want to get touched by my son at my present perpetual horny condition. But if I had said no, it might show my weakness. I grudgingly agreed, hoping to keep my emotions under control at all times.

Early next morning Anil took his father to airport and came back around 9. 

"Ma, can I massage you now. After that I want to play some cricket."

"Sure, son. Come to my room in about five minute."

I told myself it would strictly be just massage. Under no circumstances I would think about sex. I had to stop my fantasies and just enjoyed the rub down. Part of my brain that controlled my moral values told me that I could do it. I felt good at my strong resolve.

I stripped myself except for my petticoat and laid face down on the bed like yesterday. Anil joined me momentarily. He spread his leg and positioned his knees on both side of my waist and began massing my neck and shoulder. His warm and strong touches felt so good! 

He leaned forward few times. Was that his manhood that touched my ass? My resolve melted faster than ice cream in hot Indian summer. My pussy began to twitch and started getting wet. There was a contradicting fight brewing inside my brain again. Part tof me urged to control my urges, other part that controlled my sexual desire was telling me to go with the flow and let the chip fall where it may. 

Anil moved to my feet which his father never did. He pulled my toes and fingers and popped them. He then started moving up my legs. How far would he go, I asked myself. More importantly how far would I let him go? He stopped at my knee joints and again moved up to my back. This time he let his hands slid down my sides. My breasts were large and firm. They were squashed on the bed sheet. But because of their ample size, part of the flesh had overflowed at both my sides. His hands touched my exposed flesh for few seconds and moved on. Goose pimples popped up all over my body. Was he teasing me and trying to test the threshold of my tolerance? Or was it just innocent massage from his part? I desperately wanted a strong manly hand to fondle my breasts. For a moment I thought if I would roll over and expose my top. 

"God, what I am thinking?" My morality won over my urges. I quickly got up covering my breasts with a towel and told him that was enough for one day. I also thanked him and told him he did a wonderful job.

"Thank ma. I am glad you liked it. I was little worried at the beginning. Now, I am going to play cricket with my friends. See you later."

Thank god, the young man had a cool head over his shoulder. After he left, I took my dildo and made love to it many different ways. A good orgasm always had cooling effect on me. After I cooled off, I began to feel terrible for my sexual arousal at my son's touch. I had to stop this charade of massage before things might go out of control. I decided to tell him I had gotten better and would not need massages from him any more. This type of strong logical reasoning really made me feel better. My moral conscience had won the day over my sexual desires. At least so I thought. 

Next morning we had breakfast together. Then exactly at 9, he announced that it was time for massage.

"Okay, come to my room in about 5 minute." I could not believe my ears when I heard what I just said. 

Whatever happened to my strong resolve and my morality? Was not I supposed to tell him I no longer needed massage from him anymore? But it was too late. I went into my room trying to reason that this would be last time I would let him massage me.

I normally never wore panties at home. That day I decided to wear one of my black panties. I knew against my fair skin, it would look very sexy. I took all other clothes off. I put a small towel over my breasts and laid me down on the bed.

He joined me few minute later. His eyes widen when he saw me almost naked. I turned over. As I was turning over my towel slipped little bit and he got a good look of my exposed boobs for a fraction of a second. 

"Today, I want you massage my back and as well as my legs, okay baby?" I tried hard to keep my voice as normal as possible. But it was tough. Within my brain two sides had been waging war already.

"OK, ma." He responded in a rather shaky voice. 

He did not spend much time on my shoulder or back. He quickly went down to my feet. He also barely kneaded my feet just for a while. As I suspected his hands quickly moved up to my thighs. The massaging lotion made my smooth skin ever more silkier and softer. His hands kept slidng in and out of inner and outer part of my thighs. Slowly his hands got very close to my pussy. Any closer he would touch the forbidden part of my body. He probably could feel the heat of my soaking pussy. I wondered if any of pubic hair was poking out of my panties. Part of me wanted to part my legs wider for him, but I could not. His hands moved up to my buttocks. 

He started massaging my behind through my panties. He pushed down my spongy flesh hard and squeezed them. I felt the pressure all the way down to my clitoris. Then he began to play with my ass checks. He spread them wider and closed them quickly. He did not know it, his motions were spreading my swollen pussy lips also. However, after a short while, just like other parts of my body, his hands moved on. 

He slid his oily hand at my both sides and just like yesterday touched my slightly exposed side of breasts. Only difference was yesterday he barely grazed them and today he tried to squeeze them.

In the endless contradiction within my mind, his last action triggered a forceful response from my sexual side. I wanted his hands on my breasts. I wanted those hands to massage them. So, I decided to play a game with him. I turned over and placed one arm across my breasts. I knew that barely covered my ample flesh. 

"I want you to massage my chest." I purposely did not mention the word breasts, "But you have to close your eyes."

Looking at my half exposed breasts his eyes almost popped out.

"Okay, ma." He barely able to say those words and like a good boy closed his eyes.

I poured a good amount of lotion on my exposed boobs and grabbed his hands and placed them on my mountainous flesh. My nipples were already hard and they became harder at his touch. This boy was a fast learner. He started rubbing my boobs in a circular way and at the same time putting downward pressure. It felt so good that I moaned softly for the first time. I closed my eyes, so that he could take a peek at what he was doing to my breasts. We began to play 'peek at boobs'. The moment I opened my eyes he would close his.

Was it still a massage? I thought to myself. The whole thing was so erotic that my pussy was completely soaked and my whole body began to shake. A wet spot was clearly visible at my crotch. I desperately wanted to touch me between my legs. If I had read it correctly, his condition was not any better. His manhood had formed a very noticeable tent in front of his pajama sporting a round wet spot.

He was kneading my breasts sitting on my right side. He decided to change position and came over me. He placed his knees on both side of my waist. His penis stood menacingly through the thin material of his pajama. By the look of it, I thought it must be larger than only other penis that I had ever seen, which was his father's.

Straddling over me he began to knead my breasts again. He was not pretending not to look anymore, he was looking at them with glazed eyes. I had never seen this look of him ever before. He seemed to have transferred into a different person altogether. Occasionally, he lowered himself and his hard on touched my groin, just over my pussy area. 

Was it still a massage? I thought to myself again as he lowered himself on me and stayed there. I felt the hardness and the heat from his rod. His penis touched my pussy through his pajama and my panties. To my utter surprise he began to push his body back and forth. My god, he started dry fucking me. 

Should I stop him or should I still pretend that it was part of massage? 

His penis touched my clitoris through our clothing. I moaned out loudly. We both started breathing harder and harder. Suddenly he looked at me with those glazed eyes. His body became rigid.

"I need to go." He told me in a harsh and dry voice.

Before he could move, his entire body shook violently and a long wet line appeared along the entire length of his white pajama. He hurriedly turned around and sprinted towards the door, leaving a trail of his seed on the floor. May be I should have stopped him and let him enjoy his orgasm. But I could not as at that very moment my body exploded into my own orgasm.

Whole day I kept asking me now what? I let two sides of my brain debate it over again. 

My moral side was telling me, "Please stop. You have gone far enough. It is your son, your blood and flesh we are talking about. If you decided to go further you might ruin your relationship forever. Don't fuck him."

My sexual side blew that logic away, "Oh, grow up. You have already fucked him. Only thing you did not do was putting his cock into your pussy. Now go all the way. Did you not see the pleasure in his eyes? Did you not enjoy the touch of his penis on your pussy? Screw the moral values. Moral values do not satisfy your physical needs. Just think how his big penis will fill your pussy up. Beside because he is your son, he will be safest fuck you would ever have. He loves you and he would never tell anybody. "


Last argument was very strong as I felt my sexual side was getting stronger and stronger. My lust had won over. I decided to fuck my own son. To paraphrase my friend Surma, I'd get the cobweb out of my pussy. Once I made the momentous decision a calmness descended over me. I began to feel relaxed and under control.

I was eagerly waiting for Anil to show up. But where was he? After he unexpectedly came in our earlier massage session, he abruptly left my room and I had not seen him since then.

He stayed out of home all day and returned around 9 at night and tried to sneak into his room. I stopped him at his door step. He was very nervous and was avoiding eye contact with me. Poor thing, he thought he had done something wrong and I was mad at him.

"Ma, I am not hungry, but I'm tired. I'll go to bed now."

"What 's wrong honey? Are you sick? Come here let me feel your temperature."

Very reluctantly he came closer. I placed my hand on his forehead.

"There is nothing wrong with you. Listen I cooked your favorite fish. Go take a shower and I'll have dinner ready in no time. After you eat you will feel much better."

Half hour later we sat down for dinner. I did most of the talking and he did most of the eating, even though he was supposedly not hungry. After dinner he wanted to retreat to his room but I forced him to stay and watch TV with me. 

"Your father is coming back tomorrow." I told him.

"Yes, his flight will arrive at 6 in the evening." 

Then there was a long silence. Finally I decided to make my moves. 

"I enjoyed your massage very much. Did you enjoy it too?" I asked him.

"So, you are not mad at me for what happened?"

"No, why should I be?"

His face brightened up.

"To show that I am not mad, I want you to do a special massage that we have not done yet." I tried to hide my lewd proposal of fucking my own son under the disguise of massage, "This massage happens only between a man and woman. You have to promise me that you would keep this secret as long as you live. Would you like that?"




Massaging Mother



His eyes got wider. He could not say anything as if he had choked in excitement. 

"It is also okay if you do not want to massage me that way. I will not force you to do anything against your will."

"No, no! I will massage you any way you want." He excitedly nodded his head up and down.

"Come to my room in 15 minute." I smiled at him and went to my room. 

Oh, yes, I locked my moral values in a deep dungeon within my brain and threw the key away already.

I undressed and sat on the edge of my bed waiting eagerly for Anil to arrive. He came wearing only his pajama short. He already got a hard on. He looked at my naked body and smiled nervously. I motioned him to come closer. When he came within my reach, I pulled his short down. His penis sprung free few inches from my face. God, it was big, at least one inch longer than his father's. 

I touched his beautiful penis and took it in my palm. It was hot and rock solid. An lustful electric shock began vibrating through my body. My pussy started getting wet.

"You have not massaged me in one place yet. Do you know what I am talking about?" I asked him.

His nervous face was precious. He managed to mumble something.

"You have not massage me here." I pointed a finger towards my pussy, "And you need this special beautiful tool of yours to fu... I mean to massage me there." I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft. It was pulsating in anticipation. My palm already got moist with his pre-cum juice. I laid myself down and spread my legs and pulled him over me.

We didn't need any foreplay. The forbidden taboo act about to happen was stimulating enough. My starving pussy was juiced up already and more than ready to embrace his huge penis. I guided his shaft over my vaginal opening.

"Now lower yourself, little bit more and push...yes...just like that...easy does it....oh....yes baby....you are doing fine." I encouraged him all the way as his massive penis penetrated me. It filled me up completely. It expanded my pussy in every direction and touched the deepest part inside. 

His whole body now resting atop me. My breasts were smashed into his chest. I could feel his breathing near my ears. His balls were touching the part between my pussy and anus. But buried ball deep into my pussy, he just remained there motionless. At first I thought he was resting, but over a minute passed and he did not move a muscle.

"Now baby, you have to start massaging my pussy." I whispered very softly into his ears.

"Ugh....." He looked into my eyes with a dreamy look. 

"Like this." I pushed my groin up.

"OK, ma."

Like I said before, he was a quick learner. First few moves were clumsy and half hearted but with my help pretty soon he found the rhythm of fucking. He began to slide his penis in and out of my pussy effortlessly. Every time, he sank his tool deep into me I raised my hips from the bed and pushed him upward. Each time he plunged into me, my love juice spluttered out of my pussy and soaked our pubic hairs. 

As he began sucking my nipples, I decided to talk dirty. I read in one of the magazines, talking during fucking could be very stimulating.

"You like fucking mummy?"

"Yeah."

"Say it baby. What you like?"

"I like fucking mummy."

"Good boy and mummy likes fucking you. Is mummy's pussy tight and slippery?"

"Ah ha."

'No, say it."

"Mummy's pussy is very tight and very slippery."

"Now then fuck my pussy faster and harder."

He picked up the pace and to my delight started pounding my pussy as hard as he could. I tightened my pussy muscles and began flexing them around his sliding tool. I had never been fucked like this nor participated in a fuck like this in my entire life. But like all good thing, I began to see the ending of our first fuck in sight.

He took his mouth off my nipples. He was breathing heavily and his entire body stiffen. 

"Ma, I am going to......"

"That's okay honey. I can not have babies anymore. Shoot your seeds inside mummy's pussy. Fill me up with your cums."

I felt his first eruption deep inside me. He kept spewing his hot and sticky seeds into me.

"Yes baby....mummy is cumming too. Please don't stop. Fuck me faster and harder... ohhhhhhh.. ohhhhh.....it feels soooooo goooood.....you are such a gooooood fucker...mummy loves you very much."

"I love you too ma."

I did not know if I passed out or fell sleep immediately after the most wonderful and forbidden fuck of my life. When I woke up in the middle of the night and first thing I realized that my life had changed forever. I fucked my own son who was sleeping in a spoon position right next to me. I felt his semi hard penis at my ass crack. I pushed my ass back into him to capture more of his penis into my ass crack. It immediately began to grow and touched my ass hole. It sent an amazing sensation through my body. I never experienced sex through the back door. Instantly, I decided to go all the way and loose virginity of my ass to my son. I began to grind my ass on his now rock hard manhood.

He woke up to and started fondling my breasts. My nipples responded by getting hard under his palm.

"Want to do it again?" He whispered.

"If you want to fuck my ass, than you have to lubricate it." Though he never mentioned ass fucking, I expressed my desire or may be lust to him, "Go get the Vaseline from bathroom."

I took his throbbing rod in my hand. I loved the way it pulsated on my hand. I made it sleek and slippery in no time with Vaseline. Then I raised my ass up in front his face and asked him to lubricate my tiny tight hole. His fingers felt so good inside my ass and my pussy began to get moist real quick. Both of my holes were ready for his penis. This time I wanted it in my virgin anus.

He came behind me. He slapped my ass checks with his hard on few times before placing his cock head at my ass entrance. My whole body tensed up at the anticipation. 

I screamed out loudly in pain as he pushed almost half of his shaft inside my anus with one push. It seemed like he tore apart my ass.

"I am sorry ma. Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" He showed his concern. 

"Just go slow, honey. I am still virgin down there."

"Sorry ma."

He took snail's pace to push remaining few inches of his penis inside my ass. Which was just fine with me. When he was all the way in, I felt my ass muscles expanded and relaxed. Just like morning fog, my pain disappeared suddenly. I started feeling frisky again. 

"Now baby, fuck mummy's ass harder." I urged him on and like a good boy that he was he started pumping my ass back and forth. His balls were slapping at my pussy. As he was banging me I kept pushing my ass back into his groin. He leaned forward and got hold of my boobs. He started tweaking my already hard nipples. 

"Ma, you have very nice boobs." He finally started talking. Until now he was either grunting or saying 'yes' or 'ugh'.

"How about my ass?" I teased him.

"Your ass is very nice too. Firm and tight, so is your pussy."

"You have a very nice body too, specially I've fallen love with your penis." We complemented each other, "You know what I want you to do now? I want you put your fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me."

He quickly removed one of his hands from my boobs and placed it over my soaking pussy. I moaned loudly when he inserted two of his fingers into my hole. What more a horny woman could ask for, I wondered.

My ears were being nibbled by his warm lips. His penis was buried balls deep into my anus. His hand was fondling my breasts and now he was finger fucking my pussy. It felt like my whole being was involved into this wonderful fucking that he was giving me. 

I felt he was stiffening up as his breathing became erratic. He was showing clear sign of his impending fire work. I wanted to climax at the same time with him. I started grinding my pussy muscles hard on his fingers and at the same time pushed my ass up to his groin as far as I could. 

He shot his load first, deep into my ass hole. I climaxed a moment later. He kept fucking my ass through his ejaculation. His semen began to ooze out of my hole down my legs. His penis was making sloshing sound as it was moving in and out of my cum filled ass. Finally we both collapsed into each other arms.

After a while I went to bathroom and came back with wet towel soaked in soap water. I thoroughly cleaned his penis. I wanted to keep it clean, because deep down in my mind I was sure I was going to suck this wonderful meat one of these days.

Whole next day we fucked each other like two sex crazed rabbits. I was impressed by his stamina and how quickly he learnt everything. We fucked until about hour before we set out for airport to pick my husband up.

"How is your back honey? Did Anil give you good massage?" First thing he asked when we got in the car.

"Oh, yes. He is a quick learner. He started out unsure, but now he has become an expert. Few more massages like this I would be hundred percent cured in no time." I told him with a broad smile.

"Good, it is settled then. He is our family masseur from now on." My husband announced. 

"Well, you have to increase his allowance if you want him to work that hard." I winked at my son behind his father's eyes. He was thoroughly enjoying the insinuation of my double talk with his father.

"Yes, of course. We will talk about it when we get home."

Somehow I knew my son would not mind doing his new job.



Massaging Mrs. Lindsay’s GILF Feet



Caroline Lindsay came home from a long day at work, tired. The short-haired, 60-year-old divorced blonde with a lean, sinewy body had just poured herself a glass of wine when the bell rang. At the door was Kevin, her best friend's 19-year-old son from down the street.

"Hi, honey, come on in, what's up?" Caroline asked, ushering the strapping young man in the door.

"Hi, Mrs. L., my mom wanted to know if you had that pot she brought over the other night when you guys had dinner," he said.

"Sure, sure I do, I should've returned it already," Caroline smiled, walking into the kitchen. "I love it when your mom and I have dinner, two old single girls..."

"Oh, Mrs. L., you're not old, my mom's not either," Kevin said brightly.

Caroline turned to smile at Kevin. The 19-year-old had turned into such a handsome young man, his athletic body clearly visible, his tight jeans hugging a remarkable ass that Caroline had noticed and pretended not to. Was that a bulge in his pants, she wondered, the prim and proper older woman quickly shooing the thought from her mind.

"That's sweet, Kevin," she said, giving him a hug, trying not to notice the bulge and holding the hug longer than she should have. "Uh, lemme get that pot."

She did when a severe cramp hit her right foot, making her wince in pain and lean on the counter.

"Mrs. L, what's wrong?" Kevin said, concerned.

"OWWW!!" she hollered. "Damn it, got a cramp in my foot and calf...it's nothing...owww!"

"Sit, sit down, over there," he said, pointing to the living room couch. "I'm really good at this, I took a physiology course at school and massage was part of it, I can help you..."

"Oh,OK," Caroline said a bit nervously. "If you say so."

She sat on the couch, Kevin beside her and he pulled her right foot up on his lap, both feet actually to make it easier to get to the outside right foot that was the cramping one. He slipped off her dress shoe and Caroline sat, in black dress slacks and white blouse, as Kevin's long, strong fingers dug into her foot through the low black sock she wore. She was amazed how good it felt. Too good, in fact. Her pussy tingled.

"Wow...Kevin,that's terrific, honey...you really do know your stuff, huh?"

"Yeah, that's what my mom says," he said shyly, digging his fingers into her moist socked foot.

"You...you massage your mom's feet, too?" she said somewhat nervously.

"Yeah, she's on her feet a lot and she seems to like my work," he said confidently.

"Well...you're certainly...good at it, young man," she said in a tone far naughtier than she would have liked. "It's...it's uh...quite nice actually...st...stimulating, I guess is the best way to put it..."

Kevin blushed and looked nervous. 

"That's...that's what mom says, too," he said slowly, forcing out the words.

They sat in silence a long moment.

"Uh, is it gone, the foot cramp, Mrs. L.?" he asked.

"Yes, honey, it is," she said, but then added hesitantly. "But...my calf, my right calf...still a little crampy...could you..."

"Oh sure, Mrs. L., of course," he answered quickly.

With a trembling hand, he slowly slid up the pant leg revealing a remarkably smooth, muscular calf for a woman her age, slender but supple, hard. He pulled it up to her bony knee and wrapped his big hands around her shin, feeling the smooth flesh, looking at the freckles, watching the slightly wrinkled meat of her calves fold and move and flex. He felt his cock stir below that calf. And so did Caroline. He gulped and now used one hand to massage her muscular calf, the other to work that foot again. Caroline moaned.

"Oh my God, Kevin, you are soooooooooooo good at this," she hissed. "It feels..I mean, there are other areas...it's like it's all connected..."

"It is, Mrs. L., there's a lot to it, there's parts of your foot I'm rubbing connected to other...other parts of ...uh, your body..."

She looked into Kevin's nervous eyes and smiled a seductive smile she didn't even know she had. She felt her pussy wetten and tingle as he worked that part of her foot, involuntarily moving her slim hips.

"I must say...it's feeling good, Kevin...I think maybe too good, is that naughty of me," she found herself asking.

"Oh, no, Mrs. L., feeling good is....is good...."

"But I'm feeling it...well....you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do," he said shyly. "My....mom says the same thing..."

Caroline's eyes widened at the thought of this young stud massaging his pretty mom's feet until her pussy tingled. Caroline's was getting soaked as he rubbed and she thought of that sexy, forbidden behavior between mother and son.

"Really," she growled. "OK...I don't feel so badly..now...oh, Kevin, don't stop, it just feels...so damned good..."

"I know," he groaned, his cock in full flower and pressed into the gently undulating meat of her right calf as he kneaded it. "Mrs. L., your calf...it's so strong...you have great legs, do you know that? Is it OK to say that??"

"It's OK, son, it's OK," she giggled, resting a hand on his shoulder and involuntarily massaging it, squeezing the hard muscle there and doing it harder as he dug his capable hands into her socked foot and solid calf. "Please...harder, Kevin, harder..."

"Yes..Mrs. L..." he moaned, obeying her.

"That's right, yes, Mrs. L," she cooed darkly, eyes closed, her orgasm rushing to greet her, her hand digging into his shoulder.

And then she came. Not loudly, not thrashing, not over the top but rather a grinding, softly pumping one, her hips moving slightly, her thighs clenching and relaxing. She heard herself grunting softly, felt her pussy soak in her panties, felt her thighs trembling, felt the heat of her calf and foot against Kevin's hands. When she opened her eyes, Kevin's were staring, wide, into hers. She smiled as her orgasm abated and the tensed muscles in her thighs and calf relaxed.

"Does...does your mom have the, um, same...same reaction, Kevin?"

He looked at her and blinked, nervously.

"Uh...in fact, yes, she does," he said softly. "Is that wrong, Mrs. L.?"

"No, no, not at all, young man," she smiled, stroking his face in her bony, small hand. "Not at all..."

He continued to rub her calf and foot.

"I, uh, apologize for my sweaty sock," she giggled softly. "It must smell something awful.."

"Oh, no, Mrs. L., it smells great!" he said all too eagerly, regretting it immediately. "I'm sorry..."

She looked at him with a dark smile.

"Don't be, son," she hissed seductively, amazed at her words and tone, too far gone to stop now. "Smell it."

"What?" he asked wide eyed, his hands freezing on her calf and foot.

She lifted the right foot, wiggling it in his face.

"I said smell it," she said dominantly, totally unsure she should, totally sure she couldn't stop. "Smell Mrs.L's dirty socked foot!"

He groaned, took the foot in his hands and pressed his nose into the moist bottom, inhaling the crisp, acrid aroma deeply. As he did, Caroline looked at his crotch; his cock was fully erect in his tight jeans.

"Uh, Kevin," she said as the boy continued to inhale deeply the moist vapor of her sweaty black sock, her calf muscle rotating in a ball as she wiggled her toes, pinching his nose between them, causing him to groan loudly. "Does...uh...does your mom ever...do anything... to you after you do...what you do to her?"

He stopped and looked at her, his nose pinched in her scissoring toes. He blinked.

"Well, uh...I..uh..."

"Kevin," she said firmly. 

"Well...my mom has great legs, too, Mrs. L., and her calves...they're small and muscular...like...like yours and...."

She got the message and pulled her foot from Kevin's face, resting both calves on his lap, pulling up the pant leg of the other one, feeling his boy heat rush into her supple flesh. She reached down, boldly, unsnapping his jeans, her eyes never leaving his, hers heavy lidded, his wide open. He wiggled.

"Shhh,shhh..." she hissed. "Let Mrs. L. handle this...or rather, CALF this!"

He gulped and blinked as she peeled open his jeans and gasp as a thick, 9-inch cock popped free, the biggest, meatiest she'd ever seen. She looked at it between her slightly spread calves. It bobbed its leaking head onto her thickening calf muscle.

"My my how you've grown, I've never seen one this big...Does your lovely, leggy mother do this, son?" she growled, sitting back and letting her meaty calves slowly encircle his throbbing manhood, resting on his bloated balls, making him gasp and grip to sofa cushions, watching in wide-eyed wonder a woman three times his age grip his cock. "Does she use her calves on you like Mrs. L. is?"

"YESSS!!" he hissed, leaning back, eyes closed, thrusting up into the meaty maw of Caroline's succulent, freckled. "Oh God yessss!"

"Good, good," she cooed, sitting back, hands behind her head. "Let Mrs. L's calves repay you for your wonderful massage, boy! And do let me know if I do it better than your mom!"

She bit her lip watching Kevin hump up into her scissoring calves, and squeezed them around his cock, flexing and relaxing her supple muscles, making them quiver and vibrate around it. She squeezed harder, stopping his thrusting.

"I said let Mrs. L. do it," she said in a slight snarl, amazed at her sudden dominance. "Let my calves do it..."

He groaned as she eased the squeeze a bit. She let her calves slip up around the thick head, coating the insides with his copious precum and then slipped them back down a bit but leaving the thick calf muscles locked securely around the head, knowing how hot it must feel rubbing the back of his dick. She watched his reaction as she slowly squeezed harder, pulsating her calf muscles, throbbing them on his trapped dick, vibrating the fleshy meat, her socked toes twisted together. She felt his and her orgasm building and rapidly quivered those calves on him.

"Tell me, Kevin," she hissed, quaking her calf meat on his pulsating prick. "Does your mother quiver her calves on you like I quiver mine on you now?"

"n...no...Mrs. L..." he stammered.

"Good, good," she cooed. "And what does your mother wear when she does this with her calves to you? When did she do it last?"

"Yesterday," he moaned, running his hands over her shiny, freckled shins, creasing the wrinkles in them, letting his fingers run over them. "She...she'd just come from the gym...had on those little knee-length tights and white socks and sneakers...god, Mrs. L., that feels so good..."

"I know it does, Kevin, I can see your cock leaking cum in my calves...do you leak your wetness into your mom's socked calves? Do her feet smell when you lick them?"

"Yes...yes, they smell awful...not like yours, yours smell...so ...sexy, Mrs. L..."

She felt her and his orgasm building as she smiled darkly at him, watching him watching her undulating calf meat ripple and wrinkle around his massive, leaky cockhead.

"Rub my feet, rub them the way you did before!" she snarled. "Now, Kevin, NOW!"

He obeyed and she came the instant he put his hands on her socked, smelly feet, and so did he. She felt the first jet squirt into the meaty clamp of her scissoring calves and she came harder, squeezing his dick, watching him thrash through an orgasm that left her calves and shins entirely covered in a thick blanket of his steaming sperm, from bony knees to her black socks. It took him a full minute to stop coming and when he did, he was panting, sitting back, looking down as Caroline smiled and spread her legs, huge clumps of his come bridging between them and his cock.

She couldn't believe what just happened and lapsed back into her Mrs. L mode of a sweet, gentle woman, embarrassed by what she did – and trying to ignore the excitement of it.

"Now..Kevin," she said calmly, wiping his wet cock on her socks and putting it gently back into his pants, zipping it up. "We must never speak of this again, agreed?"

He nodded. She felt naughty again, looking at his face, then down to her cum-streaked calves, thick gloppy wads of his stuff clumped on her shins and calves and socks.

"And what does your mother do with the cum she scissors out of you with her calves, Kevin?" she asked, slowly lifting her legs in front of Kevin's wide-eyed face.

"Uh...she...she makes me wipe them off...Mrs. L...."

"Oh, pity, she doesn't make you LICK them clean, Kevin, after all, it IS your mess, isn't it?" she growled darkly. "Do you want to lick your hot cum from my shins, my calves, my socks, Kevin? Do you?"

"Uh...I ...I don't know, Mrs. L...I never..."

"Lick, boy," she hissed.

She put her left foot on his shoulder, balling that cummy calf and held the right one before his mouth, a tremendous amount of come coating the thick muscle and shiny shin and black sock. He gulped and stuck his tongue out. Impatiently, Caroline held his head in her hand and smashed the come-covered calf onto his face.

"Don't be shy, Kevin," she growled. "Suck Mrs. L's come-coated calf, go on, lick it all up!"

Kevin moaned and obeyed, attaching his worshipful mouth to his mom's best friend's muscular, knotted calf and slopped all the cum he could into his mouth, tasting it, swallowing it. Caroline moaned and her pussy went wet again as she felt his hot tongue and lips explore every inch of her wrinkled, hot calf meat, cleaning it, sucking it off her sock, her shin, her bony knee. She quickly switched legs and now Kevin slavishly devoted his face to that one, slurping in every ounce of his incredibly thick, hot, clumpy come, eating it all down as Caroline shivered in orgasm, rolling the muscular ball of meat in her calf on his mouth. She finally released his head from her hand and slipped her legs down, putting her feet on the floor, standing up.

She bent to kiss him, using her tongue to clean his comey lips and shoot it into his mouth playfully, his eyes wide open and staring into hers. She broke the kiss and let a strand of cum bridge between their mouths and then stopped, giggling, walking to the kitchen, Kevin watching her calves flex and flow under the sheen of wetness on them, the muscles sexy and sleek. She got a paper towel and cleaned herself off, pulling her pant legs back down and then returned to the living room where Kevin stood, red faced.

"It's just something that...that happened, Kevin, no need to talk about it again, and certainly no need to tell your mother, all right?" she said, arms crossed.

"No, no, Mrs. L., of course, of course," he stammered, moving toward the door.

She hugged him warmly, and framed his face in her bony hands, smiling.

"It'll be our little secret," she said firmly. "And if I get another cramp...."

He brightened.

"Of course, you know where to find me!"

He left and she sat, glass of wine in hand, thinking.

"Susan really does have great legs, too," she said to herself of Kevin's mom, her best friend. "The two of us...and Kevin..."

She shook the thought from her head. But it never would really leave..