****** The Masseur's Tale by Henry G ******
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The Masseur's Tale


A tale about a dirty old man with a heart of gold - a sort of sex-mad male
Florence Nightingale if you like. Any e-mails challenging the accuracy of the
medical content will be ignored - this is a piece of erotic fiction not a
medical treatise.

Comments as usual to henrycom1@hotmail.com


The day I was made redundant was probably the worst day of my life. In many
ways it was also the best. Having obtained a degree in psychology I had joined
a well known car manufacturer as a work behaviour analyst. In this high-power
world it was considered important that the attitudes and work practices of the
employees were well understood to ensure optimal performance. That I was my
job.

The work suited me well because I was basically an altruistic person - I cared
about the needs of others. I was a trained counsellor and worked for the
Samaritans in my spare time. Losing my job was a real body blow. I had worked
for the company for ten years and I had sincerely hoped to spend my whole
working life there. The big problem what should I do next.

My redundancy package had been quite generous but rather than blow it on
unnecessary items such as a car, holiday or house, I invested it. After a
couple of weeks of serious thought I decided to train as a nurse. And so it
was.

Nursing suited me well. I met many people and could help them. Also, and I'm
not bragging, I was very good at the job and soon became well regarded by the
doctors in the hospital where I worked. The real bonus was the ready
availability of tasty young nurses for social recreation.

For the first two years it went well. The difficulties with the National Health
Service, however, meant that I could not spend as much time as I wanted with
the patients and I rarely saw them through to their cure. Also the working
hours were excessive and the pay minimal.

Soon I became frustrated. I had had enough of "working for the man." I had
always had an interest in alternative therapies and during my time at
university had learned about acupuncture, homeopathy, holistic medicine,
massage, aromatherapy and reflexology. I also had a decent grounding in sexual
healing. Given this range of skills it seemed clear that I should set up as a
consultant.

I had befriended several of the doctors at the hospital and they advised me to
get on the local health authority's list of consultants. That way I could take
both referred and private patients. It was a simple matter to prove my
competence with the health authority and I was soon registered. My carefully
hoarded redundancy money financed the purchase of a large detached house in its
own grounds. Part of the house was converted for use as my consulting rooms - a
reception room, my consulting room, a room fitted with a massage table, a large
oval bath/jacuzzi and my other equipment and an observation room with a PC. The
rest of the house was my home.

After a year of hard graft I managed to establish my credentials with the local
general practitioners as a reliable and effective alternative therapist. This
wasn't easy. You must appreciate that I did not have a medical qualification
and there can be a tendency to assume that alternative therapists are
charlatans. This is particularly tricky if you offer sexual healing or
surrogacy. You have to demonstrate that you are ethically sound and you must
operate with strict correctness to ensure no claims of rape. This necessitated
the use of signed consent and a system of chaperoning. Also I did not have
automatic access to patients' notes held by doctors. They could only pass
information to me on referral with the patient's permission.

It took time but "Alternative and Sexual Therapies Consultancy" began to take
off.

I know what you're thinking - the reference to sexual therapy and surrogacy
sounds like an excuse for a little illicit fun and games. Well it does involve
sexual contact and it is usually enjoyable but it has a serious role. Medicine
can only address medical dysfunction. There are many who have problems relating
to their state of mind which need other help. I can provide that. The fact that
I derived great pleasure from it was a bonus.

Before you ask, it isn't easy. To be an effective surrogate you must realise
that it's all about the needs of the patient not you. You must understand the
needs of the patient and how these can be met. You must realise that any
misjudgement could cause more harm than good. Of course all sexual contact is
safe. I have regular AIDS tests not so much to protect my patients than to
protect me. But even if AIDS were not an issue, there is no guarantee that a
patient would not become pregnant.

The biggest problem is how to raise the question of sexual therapy during the
consultation. You can hardly say "I think you need a good fucking and I want to
give you one now!" If sexual problems are an issue I advise the patient during
our introductory conversation that it could be an issue and whether they have
any problems with the issue. They rarely object if it means help.

Anyway, the purpose of my writing this is to some of my cases with you. I have,
naturally, kept the patient's names anonymous.

Gladys W

Gladys is a lovely old girl. In her mid 60's she was born and brought up in the
east of London. She has the accent and sense of humour that goes with this
background. She's led a full life and it was only in the last couple of years
that illness confined her to bed. I was asked to call in twice a week to
provide her with massage both to prevent bed sores and also to ease her
circulation in her legs to prevent problems such as thrombosis.

I was shown into her room by the district nurse who dealt with Gladys' day to
day needs.

"Gladys is a decent soul," the nurse told me. "But watch out she has a wicked
and utterly filthy sense of humour."

"I'll leave you in Mr Jones' capable hands, Gladys and I'll see you tomorrow,"
the nurse told her.

"As long as he knows where to put his hands," the old girl chuckled.

Gladys was lying, propped up, in bed. She was a big girl, to say the least,
with huge breasts which lay like massive mounds over her chest. Remarkably for
someone her age, she had jet black hair without a single grey hair. She wore
her age well and was quite an attractive lady. In her prime she would have been
a real babe. I had plenty of time to give Gladys her massage so I decided to
get to know her first.

"How about a cup of tea?" I asked.

"Lovely, darling," she replied.

I brought in the tea and, after putting the cups down, went to fetch the chair
over and sat down. We started chatting about this and that, mostly about me and
what I do. Finally we got to talking about Gladys' background.

"Fetch that red album over from the table," she asked.

I saw that it was a photo album.

"Sit by me on the bed so I can show you my family portraits."

Turning the page she came to a black and white photograph of a couple on their
wedding day. The woman, in a white dress, was a smaller and younger version of
Gladys. Much thinner but still with those large breasts. As I suspected, she
looked utterly shaggable. Stood beside her was a thin, short man in an army
uniform.

"That's me and my Fred on our wedding day in 1955. He managed to get special
leave from the army to get married. He was a lovely bloke and we were married
35 years. The kindest bloke you could imagine, we never argued. He died of
cancer ten years ago. We had six kids, three girls and three boys.."

"Where are they now?" I asked.

"All gone. One lad got killed in a car accident. The rest emigrated, some to
Canada and some to Australia. I haven't seen any of them for ten years and that
was at Fred's funeral." She spat these words out angrily.

Gladys had a sip of tea and continued.

"You know, Fred had a huge cock," she smiled.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer that. You don't normally expect to be told
something like that. Gladys continued without a pause.

"I nearly shat meself when I saw it on our wedding night. I was a virgin you
know and I'd never seen a bloke naked before. Anyway, this thing was so stiff
it stood vertical. I reckon it must have been fourteen inches long and a couple
across. Its end went bright red when he got excited. He looked really funny,
this thin bloke with this gigantic pole, a bit like a branch on a tree,
sticking out. 'Don't worry girl, you'll get used to it,' he told me. And he was
right, you know. Once he had got it into me, and that was no mean feat, I
couldn't get enough. That's why I had six kids." Gladys fell back laughing.

"Having kids must have been fulfilling," I suggested.

"Not bleeding likely. They gave me backache, piles, huge tits and, as Fred used
to say, a cunt like a bucket. It was lucky that his cock was so big so he could
still satisfy me. And after all that the ungrateful brats buggered off to the
other side of the world and left me on my own." Gladys' voice cracked with
anger and emotion.

She put her head on my shoulder and sobbed quietly.

"You know what's worse? Ever since Fred died I haven't had anyone to give me a
cuddle or a kiss. People think that when you get old you don't need sex.. Well
they're wrong. Everyone needs affection. Not a single day goes by that I don't
wish that someone would give me a kiss or grab my tits. Fred would never let me
walk past him without shoving his hand up my skirt. If I didn't wear knickers
he would stick his fingers inside me before I could stop him. I'd didn't mind,
it was nice to know he found my body so attractive. He was sex mad, and so was
I."

I put my arm around her and gave her a hug.

"How about a nice relaxing massage?" I asked.

"About bloody time you asked," she smiled weakly wiping the tears from her
cheeks.

"You have to take your night-gown off, is that OK?" Some women were uneasy
about exposing themselves to a stranger.

"No problem at all. I'm perfectly happy with what I've got and don't mind who
sees it."

I helped Gladys to sit up and eased her night-gown over her head. Many women
lose body hair as they get older. Gladys didn't. Her armpits were thick with
black hair. Because of her huge breasts and fat belly I couldn't see her crotch
but I guess I would soon verify that she was also hairy there. Her breasts were
incredible - not much smaller than Norma Stitz. Her nipples were at least two
inches across and a dark brown colour. Her aureolae were interspersed with long
black hairs. Her belly and breasts were lined with stretch marks. Most women
hate it when they form but I found it most attractive. Somehow they enhanced
her femininity.

"Do you like my tits," Gladys grinned having seen me staring.

"Outstanding," I husked. "You must have had problems buying bras."

"No problem at all. They didn't make them in my size. I made do with a tight
vest to stop them wobbling." Again she laughed raucously

I rolled Gladys over onto her front. Her back and rear were rippled with fat
and cellulite and were very sexy. I could see reddened areas on her buttocks
which showed possible problems with bed sores. Gently I began applying warm oil
to her shoulders. I chose an oil which would help promote circulation and deal
with potential pressure sores. Gladys moaned quietly as I pushed the oil into
her body, freeing the muscles and releasing her tension.

"You've got lovely hands," she whispered.

Soon I reached her wonderful buttocks. Gladys was fully relaxed, sighing at the
first touch of a male hand on her naked arse for over a decade.

I gently spread her cheeks easing the oil into her crack. The skin in her crack
and the inside of her thighs had a darker, brownish cast. Her anus winked at me
like a brown eye. It looked a little battered with several large haemorrhoids.
Her anus relaxed and opened a little as my fingers ran over it rubbing the oil
into it.

"Ooooh, I love that," Gladys moaned, spreading her legs apart. "Push your
fingers in a bit will you?"

Interesting, I thought.

"You're enjoying that, you dirty girl. I bet you used to let Fred up your arse,
didn't you."

"Of course. I couldn't do without when I was pregnant. Mind you, it hurt like
the devil the first few times."

I oiled my fingers up and gently eased a finger into her anus. It relaxed so
much that I had no difficulty in pushing in a second. Gladys raised her arse
encouraging me to push my fingers in deeply. She gasped quietly before giving a
small shudder. I suspected she had had a minor orgasm just from my rubbing.

I had finished the back and needed to work on her legs. I rolled Gladys over.
She lay on her back, uninhibited, looking sexy. Her breasts and belly flopped
over her sides. Her plump mons was exactly as hairy as I expected and looked
good enough to eat. Gladys shivered as I began working on her feet. As I
expected, the foot massage began to relax Gladys further. I worked up her legs
opening her blood vessels and encouraging her circulation.

"I think that's enough," I told her as my hands reached her crotch.

"What about my chest and stomach?" she asked with a hint of disappointment.

"Do you have circulation problems there?" I asked, winding her up.

"No, but you should finish the job." Gladys wouldn't take no for an answer.

I selected a different oil. This had a slight hint of the active agent found in
spices such as pepper and chilli. Just enough to impart a little warmth and
stimulation but not discomfort. I began on her breasts, which is more difficult
that you might expect. Breast tissue is so soft and mobile that when in
quantity is quite difficult to keep in one place while you massage. I solved
the problem by working on each breast in turn using my hands in opposition.
Gladys' nipples became erect and tight as the combination of my massage and the
oil stimulated them.

I worked down her stomach and over her mons. Gladys gasped as my hand brushed
her clit.

"Yes, that's it, don't stop," she whispered.

I ran the palm of my hand over her vagina, which was slopping with lubrication.
Her labia parted and my fingers entered her vaginal opening, which was slack
and open. I stopped briefly to oil my hand fully and with gently pressure began
to push my hand into her vagina. She parted her legs fully and my hand slipped
in up to the wrist.

Gladys gasped with lust and pleasure.

"Push it in more." She cried.

I pushed. To my amazement my wrist disappeared into her and part of my forearm
entered her before my fist pushed against her uterus.

"That's the ticket, fuck me!"

Gladys had reached down and was rubbing hard at her clit. I began moving my
fist in and out and Gladys began bucking her hips and meeting my thrusts.
Slowly she began to buck faster, her breath speeding up and her gasps becoming
louder.

With a shriek she climaxed. At the same time a jet of her golden urine spurted
from her body hitting my arm above the elbow.

She lay back, red faced, gasping for air. At first I thought that it might have
been too much for Gladys but she gradually she recovered.

"Henry, thank you, that was wonderful. Sorry if I peed on you. I always pee a
little when I come."

"That was no dribble, it was a gusher!"

"It's hardly surprising after ten years of abstinence!" she growled.

"Now come here, I want to do you a favour." Gladys was insistent.

As I approached her she unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My cock was
pretty stiff and jumped out.

"Sorry it's not as big as Fred's," I apologised

"Big enough for what I want to do," came the reply.

Gladys began licking my cock, teasing it. Stopping she reached into her mouth
and removed her teeth. She then took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was
incredible - she took take me fully into her throat without her teeth stabbing
me. The soft but firm ridges of her gums teased my cock as she took me deep
into her mouth. I couldn't last and I moaned that I was cumming.

Simultaneously Gladys started to suck and closed her mouth slightly so her gums
squeezed my cock and rubbed along its length. Normally I ejaculate a large
volume and I hadn't had an orgasm for over a week. When I came it felt as
though my guts were trying to escape out of my cock. Gladys' mouth filled with
my white fluid and she casually swallowed, not spilling a drop.

"Very tasty," was all she had to say.

So started our long standing arrangement. Every week, without fail, I would
visit Gladys to give her massages and she would give me a blow job from heaven.

Gladys had her 70th birthday last year and we celebrated by having an all night
session including the best anal sex I'd ever had, but that's another story.

OK you might say it was unprofessional of me, and maybe it was. It did mean
that apart from the benefit my massage gave to her circulation, the sex both
gave her heart a workout and more importantly it gave her a new perspective and
zest for life. Gladys again felt the pleasure of being touched and loved by
another person.


Judith P

Judith was referred to me by my old hospital. Initially she seemed to be a
straight forward case but soon proved to need special care. Judith was 19 and
had contracted meningitis when she was 18. She had survived the disease with
her life but the blood poisoning resulting had caused gangrene in her four
limbs. Both of her arms had been amputated just below the elbow and both legs
above the knee. She had received physiotherapy in hospital and was fitted with
artificial limbs. Her stumps had however been slow to heal, however leading to
soreness and inability to use the limbs. Her confinement to a wheel chair had
raised the risk of pressure sores and, if that were not enough, she was
experiencing pain from one of the severed nerves in her right leg. Medically,
there was little that the hospital could do - it was over to me to work my
magic.

I arrived at Judith's house at two in the afternoon. The door was opened by an
older woman who proved to be her mother. After I had shown her my id, I was
shown into the lounge where Judith sat in her chair. Judith was a beautiful
girl with long, wavy, deep brunette hair. She looked small in her chair - an
illusion due to her lost limbs. She wore a baggy T shirt and shorts. Her un-
bandaged stumps looked red and sore. She smiled weakly as I said hello.

"I'll leave now," her mother said. "See you at tea time."

I began by asking the usual crass questions such as "How are you." Her replies
seemed indifferent, she seemed depressed - which I suppose was to be expected.

I explained to Judith that I planned to massage her stumps and her ass with
certain essential oils which promote healing. If she wanted, I was happy to
give her a relaxing full body massage. I also wanted to try acupuncture to try
and stop her sore nerves.

"Sure, fine, whatever," came a fairly apathetic response. "We had better go
upstairs," she added.

The trip upstairs was made easier by means of a lift.

"Before we start, do you mind putting me on the toilet?" Judith asked blushing.

I explained that as a nurse I was used to this and it wasn't a problem. I eased
her pants down and left her on the toilet. I set up my equipment in the spare
bedroom in the meantime. Shortly I returned to the toilet and tapped on the
door.

"Finished?" I asked.

"Yes," came a quavering reply.

As I entered the bathroom I could see that Judith was upset. The strong smell
of excrement in the room presaged her next comment.

"I'm sorry but something has upset my stomach, I've made rather a mess," she
sobbed.

As a nurse I had encountered many nasty situations - people had shat, pissed
and puked on me at various times. You get used to it. Her rear was covered with
splashes of diarrhoea. I eased her forward and cleaned her up.

"Don't worry about it, I've seen worse." I attempted to assuage her
embarrassment.

"Would you like to clean up in a warm relaxing bath before we start?" I asked
trying to ease her mind. Judith nodded gratefully. Leaving her on the toilet I
started the bath running. I added one or two fragrances which I knew would
cheer her up as well as lighting some perfumed candles and a vapouriser. Soon
the room began to fill with fragrant steam.

I walked over to Judith and helped her off with her T shirt and bra. Her body
was fabulous - she had the most amazing breasts, large but firm. Each was
tipped with a large dark brown nipple. As I raised her shirt over her head I
could see that her arm pits were heavily bushed with dark hair.

"Henry, could you do me a favour?" she asked. "Without my hands I can't shave
my armpits or trim my pubic hair. I don't like long hair there, it makes me
smelly. Could you trim it? It's not something I can ask my mother to do."

"No problem," I replied, "how do you want me to do your pubic hair?"

"Leave it thick in the front and shave me down below, if you know what I mean."

"OK," I replied, "I'll do it before your bath." I carried her nude body into
the spare bedroom and laid her on a thick towel on the bed. I fished a can of
shaving soap, a pair of scissors and a razor from my bag (I carry everything
with me!).

I can't tell you how sensuous it is shaving a nice pretty girl. Soon her
armpits were smooth and silky and I paid attention to her gorgeous crotch.
First I trimmed her mons until it was covered in a neat triangle of hair. The
hair surrounding her vagina was thick overlapping down her inner thighs and
over her anus. I trimmed it short with scissors first before applying the
shaving foam.

"You have some hair around your anus, do you want that to go too?" I asked.
Judith blushed furiously and nodded. Very carefully I worked knowing that any
slip could cause a painful injury. Soon her lovely vagina and anus were open to
the world surrounded by smooth and slightly red shaved skin. I picked her up
and took Judith back to the bathroom.

She sighed with pleasure as I lowered her into the hot foaming water.

"I can sit up OK in the bath without help," she told me.

"I'll leave you to soak then, give a shout when you want me to wash you," I
told her. Most women like to take their bath undisturbed in private. After a
while I heard Judith call out. Returning I slowly soaped her down using a large
soft flannel. Judith almost purred in pleasure at the gentle soft caress over
her body.

"Christ Henry, you know how to make a person feel good," she whispered.

Once done I lifted Judith out and wrapped her in a large soft towel, gently
patting her dry. I carried her back to the bedroom laying her face down on the
bed.

"I'm going to try and sort this painful nerve out now. You might feel some
strange sensations but it won't hurt," I warned her. "Tell me if the pain
changes."

Gently I inserted a number of acupuncture into the key positions. I then
connected a small box to a needle with an electrical lead. This fed a very
small electrical current down the needle stimulating her body.

"Hey, the pain's fading," Judith gasped.

Leaving the needles to do their work I turned my attention to her buttocks. I
could see the red marks on her buttocks showing potential pressure sores.
Taking some rubbing oil in my hand, allowing it to warm, I gently massaged her
buttocks, slowly rubbing the oil into her satin skin. I worked my hands up her
back warming her muscles and easing the tension from her body.

Gently I removed the acupuncture needles and rolled her over onto her back.
Judith's face was flushed with pleasure. Gently I rubbed oil into the ends of
her leg stumps. Gently so as not to aggravate her soreness. Judith's eyes were
closed and she quietly whispered to herself.

"Oh yes... god that's good..."

As I finished Judith opened her eyes.

"The pain has gone," she smiled.

"The effect may be temporary," I warned her, "but a few treatments should give
permanent relief. Do you want a drink?"

Judith nodded. As I stood up I asked if she wanted to get dressed. I was
slightly surprised when Judith declined.

"I want to lie here warm and naked," she replied enigmatically.

I made her a cup of an infusion of herbs to my own recipe. Judith smiled as she
sipped the fragrant brew.

"Wow, that's good stuff."

"You might find it will give you a slight feeling of well-being. The infusion
contains a small amount of a natural and quite legal herb which has a similar
effect to cannabis. It's quite non-addictive so don't worry."

We sat quietly as Judith drank her tea. I could see her beginning to unwind.

"You know Henry," Judith finally spoke," the worst part of losing my limbs is
that I'll never be able to feel myself or another person. I can cope with not
walking properly but not being able to feel is terrible. I hate having to ask
someone to wipe my bum, I want to be able to masturbate if I want, I want to
feel the softness and weight of my breasts in my hands. It's so unfair."

Judith looked angry rather than upset. This was good, the tea was helping her
unburden herself.

"And to think I'll never have sex again," she continued.

"Why not?" I was surprised," you're still sexy and attractive."

"Tell that to my ex-fiance. Before my illness I had a gorgeous boyfriend. He
couldn't get enough of me nor I of him. We were going to get married. Then I
remember the day he saw me after my operation. He put his hand to his mouth as
though he was going to puke and ran from the room. I haven't seen or heard from
him since."

"Clearly that guy only wanted you to fuck." I had to say something. "It's a
shame you had to find out after your operation. I repeat that you are still an
attractive girl, you'll find someone else."

"I'm going to call your bluff, Henry." Judith looked grim. "Fuck me. If I'm as
pretty as you say you'll want to fuck me."

I looked at her in surprise. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"You claim to be a sex surrogate, well give me some treatment."

"OK, as long as you're sure."

I stripped. Judith looked at my half erect cock with interest. I'm no John
Holmes but my "old man" is certainly plump and long and always ready to give
good service. It's helpful to my work that I never have a problem in getting a
boner and once up I can fuck for quite a time before cumming.

Taking more massage oil I sat beside Judith and began working on her neck. Her
eyes closed and she smiled as the sensations of the massage began to hit her.
Slowly I worked down taking each of her warm, soft breasts in my hands. Her
nipples reacted almost immediately, stiffening against my palms. Slowly down
her flat stomach I rubbed and probed. Judith gasped as my hands rubbed the
sensitive nerves down her sides.

My oily hands ran over her plump mons onto her bald crotch. Her vagina was open
and flooded with her lubricating juices. Slowly I introduced my finger into her
vagina and she immediately pushed up forcing my finger in. I ran my finger tip
over the bumpy area at the front finding her G-spot. Judith's face was flushed
with excitement and her breath quickened. Gently I introduced a second finger
and teased her clit with my other hand. Judith pushed hard against my hand.

I eased a condom over my now rigid cock and climbed between her legs. Slowly,
tantalisingly slowly, I eased into her tight but very wet opening.. Judith
gasped as I pushed in fully, feeling my cock press against her uterus. I bent
my head and took a nipple in my mouth. Sucking I teased the tight bud to full
erection. Judith wrapped her arms around my head pushing my face into her
breast. I continued to thrust slowly in and out of her vagina as I sucked.

Judith certainly knew what she was doing as she matched my thrusts by raising
her hips, achieving maximum penetration. We gradually raised the tempo,
Judith's gasps and cries becoming louder as her passion rose. Soon we hit the
point of no return and gave up any subtlety. We just pounded at each other
faster and faster until with a wail Judith came - closely followed by me.

"Christ, I needed that," Judith gasped. I had already figured that from the
pounding of her heart against my chest. We rested feeling that amazing glow of
well-being that good sex brings. Finally, with much regret, I eased out of
Judith and began to remove the full condom from my cock.

"Henry, don't throw that away," Judith commanded. "I want to taste you juices.
Empty it into my mouth."

Judith tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. I dutifully poured the
white fluid into her mouth. Judith swallowed with every indication of pleasure.

"Yumm," was her simple response.

That first session really was the turning point. Once Judith realised she could
still function sexually as a woman her confidence returned. Soon her stumps
healed and she could use her prostheses. Judith readily learned to walk again
and it soon became difficult to spot her disability. She began attending a self
help group for other amputees and gained confidence from their shared help and
encouragement. She began to realise that amputees were not freaks, just people
without limbs.

Finally, Judith met a guy who wasn't revolted by artificial limbs and they got
engaged.

In spite of my work being complete Judith insisted that I visit her once a week
to give her a special bath and full body massage - always a joy and a pleasure
to do. She didn't need any further sexual treatment, she got that from her
fianc. In any event, Judith thought that my massaging was almost as good as
sex. She also insisted that only I shaved her arm pits and trimmed her pubic
hair, again a task I thoroughly enjoyed.


Rebecca C

Not all my clients have medical problems which need curing in the normal sense.
Many have anxieties which, although unfounded, are real to them and need
counselling. Rebecca was a classic example.

One morning I received a phone call from a local doctor who I knew well.

"Henry, I have a patient here who I think could benefit from your particular
skills. She is a girl of 18 who believes she is sexually underdeveloped and is
therefore a freak and unattractive. We've carried out tests and she is
hormonally normal and has no medical problems. The fact is that her physical
development is at one extreme of accepted norms but she needs help to
understand this. Can you see her?"

I checked my appointments and told him I could see her that afternoon if that
was convenient. It was and the doctor e-mailed me her details.

Rebecca arrived on time and was ushered into my office. My first reaction was
that here was a fresh faced pretty girl with everything going for her.. She had
long blonde hair and was slim. She wore jeans and a large baggy sweater which
hung down to crotch level hiding her shape.

In the corner of my office I have a leather couch by a coffee table. I use this
when meeting clients. The usual "sitting behind a desk" arrangement sets
artificial barriers making it difficult to empathise with the patient. When we
both sit on the same couch it is possible to use open and relaxed body language
ensuring that the patient feels at ease.

I invited Rebecca to sit on the couch while Julie, my receptionist, served
coffee. Rebecca gave the impression of being shy and deferential. She blushed
and smiled slightly as she sat down. I explained that I was not a doctor but
that I operated to the same ethical standards as the medical profession. If she
preferred, Julie could stay in the room as a chaperone.

Rebecca told me that her doctor had recommended me in the strongest terms and
that she was happy not to have a chaperone. To get things rolling I asked
Rebecca to tell me about herself. She explained that she had left school with
good examination results and she had excellent secretarial and IT skills but
her shyness had made getting a job impossible. She spent her time mostly at
home helping her mother with the house work.

I explained that I had been briefed on her problem but I asked her to tell me
in her own words what was wrong.

Rebecca blushed furiously and sat looking at her hands for several minutes. I
sat back, giving her space and time to prepare her response. Finally, with
great hesitation, she spoke.

"The fact is, Mr Jones, I'm a freak. I'm not like a normal woman."

"Please call me Henry," I asked her. I wanted her to try and treat me as a
sympathetic friend. "Start from the beginning."

"It started when I was 12. All the girls I knew started to change around that
time. You know, er, growing breasts and hair in places." Rebecca looked flushed
with embarrassment. "The problem was, I didn't. While the other girls got
sexier, I stayed the same. As the other girls noticed they started calling me
names. Soon I found it impossible to undress in the presence of others."

"I know that is it's difficult but do you feel able to show me your body?" This
was a tricky question but I needed to see what boundaries I had to work within.
Rebecca gasped and blushed.

"No... I couldn't ... it's too awful ..." she sobbed.

"OK, no problem," I soothed. "Can you try and describe your body to me?"

Rebecca sat quiet gathering her resolve.

"Well, it's simple. My chest is as flat as it was when I was 11. I have no hair
at all in my arm pits or in the other place ... you know ... between my legs.
I'm a sexless freak."

"You know that the tests show that your body is working normally?" I asked.

"Yes, the doctor told me but he's just being nice. I know the truth."

"Do you have a monthly period?"

"Y ... yes." Rebecca blushed.

"Well doesn't that prove that you are a normal woman?" I tried to hit her with
cold logic.

"Maybe it does but I know that what I see in the mirror is not what men want."

"What do you think men want?" I needed to push her just a little more.

"They want women with the right shape, er you know, big breasts and wide hips.
They want women who have hair in the right places."

Rebecca was really quite upset now and she began to sob. Logic wasn't the
answer. She needed to see the truth.

I had expected this and had done a little preparation. I have a very large
library of images which I've gathered from a range of sources. From them I had
extracted around 100 photographs of naked women, mostly "amateur" and not
professional models. The common theme was that all were very flat chested and
had shaven pubic hair. The photographs were held on my PC in a sequence
starting with simple shots and then moving onto graphic sex scenes. I now
needed to try and change Rebecca's perceptions and self image.

"Rebecca, I honestly believe you are wrong and I want to try a persuade you to
change your mind. In the next room I have a PC with some pictures that I want
you to see. I want you to take your time but I think what you see might change
your perspective."

I took Rebecca into my viewing room. The PC was connected to a video projector
so that the images were enlarged. There was a comfortable reclining chair and a
remote control. I explained that she could step through the pictures in either
direction as she pleased. There was coffee and booze available and that she
could take as long as she wanted to view the pictures. I hoped that what she
saw would persuade her to take the major step of being able to show her naked
body to me without embarrassment.

I left the room and closed the door. My observation room is so named because it
is fitted with a two-way mirror allowing me to observe what takes place in the
room. Normally the mirror is covered by curtains. Pulling the curtains back I
looked in.

Rebecca was relaxing in the chair sipping a mug of coffee. She pressed the
remote control and the first image appeared clearly on the screen. I could see
Rebecca's eyes widen in surprise. She put the mug down and flashed up the next
few images. All were similar, thin flat chested women with their legs apart
showing their bald crotches.

Unconsciously she raised her hand to her chest as though she were comparing
herself to the images. I guessed she had not seen other flat chested women
before.

Slowly she scanned the pictures sometimes returning the particular images
before moving on. At one point she stood and took off her sweater. Underneath
she wore a tight T shirt which emphasised her flat chest. She stood looking
into the two-way mirror comparing herself to a photograph.

As she reached the images of sex she seemed to become a little agitated. She
eased off her jeans and T shirt and stood in just a tiny pair of white panties
and white ankle socks. While she had no breasts at all, her nipples were large
and prominent. Her body was slim but not thin. In fact she appeared to have the
ideal level of body fat.

Her hand slipped between her legs inside her panties while the other hand
pulled at her nipples. She was obviously turned on by what she saw and I could
see the regular movement of her hand within her panties as she rubbed at her
genitals. I closed the curtain over the two-way mirror and left her to her
private pleasure.

After another half hour the door opened and Rebecca came into my consulting
room. She had put on her sweater but not her jeans. I could see the crotch of
her panties just below the bottom edge of her sweater. Rebecca sat on the couch
curling her feet under her. Her face was a little flushed.

"What would you like to tell me about the pictures?" I asked.

Rebecca thought for a moment and then spoke.

"What I saw was a revelation. I now know that I'm not entirely unique. It was
obvious though that the women shaved, they were not hairless. I don't
understand why they would want to do that."

"Some women dislike hair because it makes personal hygiene difficult, some like
to expose their genitals because they are a thing of beauty, there are many
reasons. For many women pubic hair is a nuisance and nothing more." I
explained. "Did you think the women you saw were ashamed of their bodies?"

"I suppose not otherwise why would they pose for photographs." Rebecca was
getting the message.

"Do you feel ashamed of your body now?" Here came the key question.

"I don't think so. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see that I
really wasn't that different to them. I think I understand now."

"Would you show me your body?" I asked.

Rebecca paused and I could see her chewing on her lip uncertainly. Suddenly she
stood and pulled off her sweater and panties. She blushed as she stood there
naked just a matter of three feet from me.

I'm a pretty experienced bloke but I must say rarely have I seen a prettier
sight. Here was a woman with the body of a child but with a subtle maturity.
Her mons was completely hairless except for the slightest "peach down" of hair.
The upper part of her vaginal cleft peeped between her legs as a thin slit. The
rest of her body was as I remembered, lithe, smooth and infinitely sexy.

"Fabulous! You are gorgeous," I whispered with deep sincerity and intensity
such that Rebecca looked at me in a slightly startled way.

"Do you mean that?" she asked.

"I never meant anything more in my life. Now get dressed before you catch
cold."

Rebecca had taken the first major step it was now a case of reinforcing her
self-esteem.

I realised with more than a little concern that I was experiencing definite
unprofessional feelings about Rebecca. In fact, I had fallen for her and I was
getting all sorts of naughty ideas about her. Of course I didn't know how she
felt about me so I needed to let things ride and see what developed.

Rebecca had had a pretty stressful afternoon and I decided what she needed was
some relaxation. I put this to her.

"Rebecca, I think you could use some relaxation, would you like a relaxing bath
and a massage?"

Rebecca seemed uncertain so I guided her to the Jacuzzi room. Her jaw dropped
when she saw the huge bath which Julie had thoughtfully filled with hot water
and my special blend of aromatic oils. A number of perfumed candles had been
lit to add to the atmosphere. I showed Rebecca how to operate the water jets
and left her to enjoy herself.

Julie was in the consulting room, relaxing on the couch. My highly efficient
and indispensable secretary was seven months pregnant with twins and would soon
be leaving me to raise her family. She was no fool and came straight to the
point.

"She's a real honey that girl. I think she would make a good replacement for
when I leave." She smiled slyly.

"Hmmm, you may have a point there," I conceded. "Let's give it some time before
I ask her."

"Well you better decide quickly if I'm to train her before I leave."

After 15 minutes I slipped into the Jacuzzi room. Rebecca was lying, eyes
closed, enjoying the gentle caress of the water jets. She heard me come in and
opened her eyes.

"This is utter bliss," she sighed.

"Are you ready for soaping down?" I asked.

"I can wash myself," she snorted, mildly annoyed.

"I know but I bet I can do a better job. And in any case it's part of making
you feel good." I replied. "I want you to know what it's like to be respected
and pampered.

"OK," she conceded, "go for it."

I have a special flannel glove which has a touch of abrasiveness which not only
soaps but also tones up the skin. Soon I was vigorously soaping Rebecca's
gorgeous body, making her skin glow and causing her to gasp with pleasure.
After a quick rinse down I dried her with a huge, soft, warm towel.

She lay on my massage table and I set about applying a special massage oil to
her body. There are two key tricks to a relaxing massage. First you must allow
the oil to warm in your hands before applying it to the body. The oil must be
at body temperature. Second, start at the shoulders. These often are the most
stressed area and more importantly they have not sexual connotation. This gives
the patient time to become accustomed to your touch before you hit any
"sensitive" areas. If, alternatively, you were to start on the lower back or
buttocks, it is quite possible that a nervous patient would react badly to such
a direct approach.

Gently I worked the oil into Rebecca's body feeling her soften and relax. As I
reached her rear she accepted my touch on her buttocks without the slightest
reaction. Her buttocks were soft and relaxed and parted as I rubbed, revealing
the tiny pink bud of her anus.

Once her back was finished Rebecca rolled over. Again I began at her neck
moving down. I was pleased to notice that she did not flinch as my hands moved
over her chest. In fact, her nipples hardened as I massaged her. I could see
from her face that she was enjoying the feeling but I took care to not to give
the idea that I was trying to turn her on. I found it more difficult to stay
professional as I massaged her stomach and mons. As my hand glided over her
satin smooth mons I felt her push her pelvis slightly against it. As I started
to move my hands over her legs, Rebbeca grabbed my hand and opening her legs,
pulled it against her open crotch.

"Henry, please fuck me," was her simple plea.

Emotionally I was up for it, professionally I had to be sure.

"You're certain you want this?" I asked.

"Yessss..." she moaned grinding her crotch against my hand.

I knelt between her legs. Her labia lay tight together forming a neat slit. I
eased them apart gently with my thumbs revealing her tiny clit and her vagina.
The whole area had become suffused with blood turning deep pink with her
arousal. I pressed my lips against her mons feeling the smooth softness of her
skin. Unlike women who shaved there wasn't the slightest hint of roughness. I
pressed my tongue against the area above her slit rubbing the base of her clit.
The gentle rotation of my tongue brought light gasps from Rebecca.

Moving down, I gently I took her clit between my lips, sucking and teasing it
bringing further gasps of pleasure. I could smell a slight muskiness as her
arousal increased. I moved my tongue down into her tight but very wet vagina,
extracting a louder gasp as I poked my tongue tip into the opening of her
urethra. Rebecca was beginning to buck her hips trying to force my tongue into
her - she was ready.

Quickly I stripped and pulled a condom onto my stiff "old man."

I gently pressed the end of my cock against her vagina and slowly pushed in and
out just a little, helping her relax and stretch.

"Please push it in!" Rebecca shouted. She wasn't in the mood for pissing about.

With a firm but slow thrust I pushed in. She yelped momentarily when I tore her
hymen but then smiled with bliss as my cock reached the bottom of her vagina.
She lifted and crossed her legs behind my back as I began slow and penetrating
thrusts. Normally I have little difficulty in controlling myself but the ridges
on the inside of her snug vagina dragged along my cock sending the most
exquisite sensations. I desperately thought about none sexual things to take my
mind off cumming. Soon the matter was taken out my hands as Rebecca gave a loud
gasp of pleasure as her orgasm swept through her. I relaxed and felt my own
orgasm flood through me only moments later.

Rebecca lay there shuddering slightly as the ripples of pleasure slowly
subsided. Slowly she opened her eyes and grinned.

"Not bad for a freak, eh?" and she burst out laughing.

I pulled out of her and removed the now very full condom. Rebecca hopped off
the couch and knelt in front of me.

"Fairs, fair," she grinned. "You've tasted me, I want to taste you."

With that she took my dripping cock into her mouth sucking off my semen. She
sucked for a while making noises of obvious pleasure. Finally she released my
now very clean member.

We dressed and sat on the couch with coffee.

"Rebecca, I have a proposition to make," I began.

"I'd love to Henry but I'm a bit sore at the moment." She grinned cheekily.
Rebecca had changed from a withdrawn and shy girl to a ribald and self
confident woman in only a couple of hours. Oh the power of sexual healing.

"That's not what I had in mind." I replied a little sternly. I then explained
about my needing a replacement for Julie and that I thought that Rebecca was
ideally suited for the job. Naturally she agreed without hesitation.

Well, reader, that was the beginning of my demise. Within days Rebecca decided
that she wanted no other man than me and I had come to a reciprocal point of
view. To cut a long story short, we married. The bad news was that Rebecca
insisted on my stopping my sexual surrogacy service. She had no problem with me
giving massage, acupuncture, etc., but sex with my patients was out.

The only exception was that she agreed that I could continue to give Gladys her
weekly workout.

After all, it hardly seemed likely that I would elope with her!