Oana’s erotic story
Mr. Popescu was not the only teacher at Oanei high school who wanted her. Mr. Stan was walking past Popescu’s classroom during lunch when he heard Oana tearfully begging Popescu to be with her again. Stan, feeling an inexplicably stronger than usual urge to be near her, stopped behind the slightly ajar door and listened.
– Please, speak more slowly, Oana, whispered Popescu.
– I miss you, she whined, imitating the voice of a spoiled little girl, writhing in his lap and sulking.
Placing his hands on her cheeks and looking gently but firmly into her eyes, Popescu gathered all his strength to resist her and said:
– Honey, it’s over between us.
– Maybe after I graduate in two months, you will come toVip Zone and will you see me naked? she asked.
Stan’s face lit up when he found out he worked in an erotic massage parlor.
– Maybe, said Popescu.
Satisfied with that answer, she got off his lap and left the room. When he reached the door, Stan heard her say more to himself,
– Now I need a new teacher.
This was just the encouragement Stan needed. He was a year older than Popescu, as tall as him, not as handsome, somewhat hairier, had a slightly bigger belly and was starting to go bald; but Stan still had hopes that he would be good looking enough for Oana to be her new boyfriend. Later, he taught them in history class. He noticed her admiring eyes as she displayed her vast knowledge of Imperial Rome: lecturing on the Emperor Claudius and his promiscuous wife, Messalina. She then put the girls into groups to discuss what she had just lectured on and went from group to group to hear how the discussions were going. He went behind Oana and, not knowing where he got the courage from, he stealthily put his hands on her buttocks. Startling, she took a deep breath, her heart beating faster.
Still with his hands on her ass, he asked the group she was a part of if there was any trouble.
– No, sir, she answered in a breath, turning and looking him in the eye.
She clearly didn’t object to his wandering hands and he squeezed her bottom to take advantage of her indulgence towards him. She grunted slightly in pleasure and pretended to cough so the other girls in her group wouldn’t suspect anything.
I can’t believe I had the guts to do that, he thought as he walked away from her.
After class, he followed her down the hall as she talked to Giullia, listening the whole time.
– I can’t take it anymore, Giullia whispered. I want to catch you right here, rip off all your clothes, and beat you up right in front of everyone.
– Wait until I get home from the massage parlor tonight. I finish at 11, answered Oana.
– So how long is the drive home?
– Just about ten minutes, dear. The place is on Mihail Kogălniceanu street. It’s a short walk home.
Now Stan knew where to go that night: the Vip Zone. He also knew why he was called a VIP. What he didn’t know, however, was how he could be so fortunate as to hear such crucial information freely offered from Oana’s lips.
That evening he told his wife he was meeting an old friend for a few drinks and would be back home around 11. He had to drive to the Vip Zone on the other side of town so it took him about half hour to get there: impatient, trembling with impatience.
When he walked in and saw her by the front desk, she greeted him with a grin from ear to ear.
– Hello sir!
– Do you work here, Oana? he asked in feigned surprise.
– Yes, she answered, reading on his face that he wasn’t really surprised.
– What kind of massage would you like, sir? Just a massage or a bath and massage?
– A bath and a massage, please.
“Okay,” she said, still smiling, with a twinkle in her eye to let Stan know what the euphemism “bath and massage” really meant and that she was more than willing to provide him with that service.
– Would you like me to massage you? The other girls are all with clients now.
– Sure.
He smiled and his breathing became labored.
– All right then: follow me.
He led him into a private room. To the right, after the front door, was the massage table, and to the left was the bathtub. A separate room at the back had a toilet.
– Do you need to use the toilet, sir? I recommend. Two hours ago I was massaging a naked man’s back and he really liked it; then suddenly there was a wind – very strong and nasty. Totally ruined the mood, she giggled.
– Yes, that’s a good idea. I’ll use it, he said, walked in and closed the door.
As he pulled down his pants to sit on the toilet, he heard her turn on the water in the tub.
“In case you’re shy, sir, I’ll put some bubble bath in the bubble water,” she said. When you’re done there, get out, take off all your clothes and get in the water. I’ll be back in about ten minutes.
She left the room to get some soap and lube for Stan’s cock.
He quickly finished in the bathroom, got out, undressed and got into the tub. As he was proud of his now partially erect cock, he turned off the water early so that it only reached his hips, leaving his pubic hair and part of his penis exposed through the bubbles.
She returned to the room and, stirred by his immodest display, giggled with pleasure.
“Okay then let’s get started,” she said as she knelt down by the tub.
She lathered the soap and spread the lather on his neck, shoulders and back. Then he soaped her chest, lightly pinching her nipples. He moaned in delight. After that, she moved her hands down his hairy stomach; she poked her finger into his belly button and giggled. Oddly enough, she knew who Stan’s fantasy girl was just by the look in his eyes: she didn’t like the shy, submissive guy like Popescu did. Sensing the vibes she was getting from him, she correctly sensed that he liked the bad girl type, and she, ever the consummate actress, played the role flawlessly. As she soaped his torso, she frequently brought her hand down to make contact with his increasingly erect cock.
– Okay, can you get up now, sir? she asked. I need to get to your cock.
– No problem.
Smiling, he stood up, fully exposing his phallus, which was even bigger than Popescu’s.
– Good. Now I can clean your penis and scrotum.
Giggling and grinning, she lathered her hands and moved one hand up and down his almost fully erect phallus while her other hand soaped his scrotum, tickling his testicles. Admiring his big cock, she didn’t take her eyes off him. Holding him close to her face, the ever-kneeling girl pursed her lips as if to kiss him. Then he sprinkled water all over her genitals to rinse them.
– Can you get down on all fours now, please? I have to wash your ass.
– Good.
He did as instructed and she got more lather on her hands to soap up his bottom and anus. As he rubbed the soap on his buttocks, he squeezed and opened them frequently, exposing his anus, which was brown from his fresh poop on the toilet. Getting more lather on her index finger, she placed it deep into his rectum, massaging his prostate as she cleaned it completely. His anus changed from brown to pink.
– This is a thorough massage, he moaned.
She giggled in response.
After rinsing off the soap, she asked him to stand up so she could clean his feet. As he lathered them, she gazed adoringly at his phallus, which was pointed directly at her mouth. He moved it towards her and slapped her across the cheeks. She let out a high-pitched giggle at his cheekiness.
– You are bad, sir, she said with a smile. He tried to put it in her mouth, but, ever the tease, she wouldn’t let him.
Finally the bath was finished and she used the shower head to rinse off the remaining soap. First, she rinsed his back and buttocks. Then, telling him to turn around, she rinsed his front, always looking at and admiring his erect cock. There was some suds on it and she held it as she rinsed it off as she pursed her lips and widened her eyes. Then he got out of the tub and she toweled him dry, gently caressing his genitals.
After that, she got on the massage table. His erection made it difficult to lie on his stomach at first, but as she rubbed his back, he became less erect and so he could straighten up. He then grabbed her buttocks and vigorously massaged them, often opening them to expose her anus, which he looked at curiously. (She had a few gay friends who she knew would like Mr. Stan, and the idea of seeing one of them having anal sex with her history teacher excited her.) She inserted her finger into his rectum again, massaging – the prostate is short; grunting loudly, he loved the feeling! Then he massaged her legs.
Finally he had him turn over and lie on his back. The moment he was waiting for was coming! He smiled as she massaged his arms, chest and stomach. Again, she pinched his nipples and put her finger in his navel: he sighed in pleasure. The closer her hands slowly moved to his phallus, the heavier his breathing became. She massaged his thighs, legs and soles, never taking her eyes off his erection. The suspense and sense of anticipation she created by saving the best for last was calculated: she knew the delays and the seductive gaze would keep him fully erect without her having to touch his cock , though he obviously would have wanted that. In this way, her own sense of anticipation kept her vagina as wet as a laboratory flask filled with water.
Finally, she began to gently massage his scrotum and testicles: her movements caused his phallus to sway back and forth like a tree branch during a typhoon. Then, as she began to touch his cock, he suddenly remembered:forgot to go to an ATM before coming to the massage parlor! Did he have enough money in his wallet?
– Can you give me the pants, please? he asked her. I want to see how much money I have.
Without taking her hand off his cock, she reached down and picked up his pants. He took out his wallet and looked inside: he didn’t have enough money!
– Oh, no, he said. I don’t have enough.
“Oh, good,” she said, taking her hand off his cock. No completion for you.
He got off the table and stood in front of her.
– Look, Oana. You like? he asked, looking down at himself.
– Oh, I really like him, she replied, always looking down at his cock and smiling. She tickled underneath with her index finger, bit her lip lightly and giggled.
– Well, you can do me a favor and just end me… That is, if you like “him” that much.
Smiling slyly and because she liked to tease, she said cruelly.
– Not.
When she said that, she lightly slapped his cock underneath and giggled as she jumped up and down.
– Why not? Why do you want to leave me like this?
– Services must be paid for, sir: I have already done more for you than the money you have is worth. Plus, I like seeing him beefed up. If I make you let go, he’ll go soft and not be as sexy to me.
All the while, as she said this, she continued to play with his phallus and testicles and giggled.
– How about I take you out to dinner then?
Still looking at, playing with, and admiring his erection, she said, wide-eyed and smiling:
– Mmm, that sounds delicious.
– When and where? he gasped.
– Wine the Vip Zone tomorrow night. Bring a lot of money so I can lap dance for you. TomorrowI will youto missmy body bare: every inch of me exposed, nothing left to the imagination. You can touch me everywhere too: no area of my anatomy is off limits. Then you can buy me dinner.
– All right.
– Good, she said, always smiling and moving his cock like a gear shifter in a car.
He gave him the money he had on him. Moving his phallus up and down as if to shake his hand, she said:
– It was a pleasure doing business with you, he chuckled.
He put his clothes back on and she gladly helped him stuff his still erect cock into his now bulging pants. They hugged and she rubbed her belly against the bulge in his pants. Before he turned to leave the room, she gave him one last tickle. They said good night to each other and he left.
– Don’t worry, Mr. Stan. Tomorrow night, you will see welcome marks on your mouth, pussy and anus. But tonight, those three welcome signs are for Giullia.
