Experiences of a masseuse
– It’s now or never!
I thought as I stubbed out my fourth cigarette, then downed the last of my third cup of coffee. I stood up, straightened my pink dress and looked once more at the nondescript house across the street. As I hurried across the street, I thanked God that I was in a city far away from where I lived. I hoped no one would see me as I climbed the stone steps to the front door.
My mind was racing as I stared at the door,
– It’s crazy!
I told myself:
– You can’t do this… this madness!
Then I remembered why I was pressing the golden handle…I was broke! Completely out of money…nothing in the bank! My credit cards had both been cut, and I had to pay back three weeks’ worth of rent, a few loans from friends by Friday night…plus…I had to eat (and drink, of course!).
– Yes? asked the middle-aged woman behind the desk as she looked up from her magazine.
– I was wondering if… I mumbled, do you have any seats available?
– Free seat? she smiled as she looked me up and down from behind her horn rimmed glasses, What kind of vacancy?
That was always going to be difficult for me. My face was red as I muttered:
– You know… like… you know?
The receptionist turned to a few women sitting in their underwear in the far corner of the room, then back to me:
– Do you know what we do here? It is not like that?
– Yes, I nodded.
– Have you done this before? the woman asked as she looked coldly into my eyes.
– Yes, I lied.
An uneasy silence followed until I finally shook my head.
– No, not really.
– I assume you are a student? asked the woman rhetorically; as she stood up and walked around the desk,
– You ran out of money… right?
I nodded in agreement.
– Your name? the woman asked me as she motioned to the other women.
“Susan…Susan Stranks,” I said as I sat down next to a girl wearing matching red underwear and a pair of white plastic boots, who was reading a magazine.
– Well, Susan, she addressed me in her usual manner, this is a massage parlor… NOT a brothel. We charge what gives the payer a full topless massage. You get a percentage from each customer.
The phone rang so she left me with one of the girls.
– Chloe; can you go through the rest please? the receptionist shrugged and nodded to a young woman in panties and stockings.
Chloe handed me a cup of coffee and offered me a cigarette. As I sipped my drink and puffed nervously on my cigarette, Chloe and Sapphire explained that most guys were happy with a handjob or a blowjob, but some guys wanted “special things.” I looked up in shock but she smiled and told me not to worry as this would bring me more money.
My head was spinning and now I was starting to think.
– So? the older woman asked when she returned. Are you still interested?
I nodded yes and smiled weakly.
– It’s the wrong job for a shy girl! she laughed.
– I’m not really shy, I answered, It’s… just… everything a bit… you know… strange.
Chloe laughed out loud.
– If you think that’s weird, wait until your old math teacher wants you to poop in the shower for him!
When they stopped laughing, Mrs Hunt, the receptionist explained that I needed a ‘working name’. After a bit of teasing, we settled on Bambi because of my big brown eyes and “innocent looks”. I’m quite short and have what guys call a “pretty face” with a slightly chubby nose, shoulder length brown hair and my bra size is an 80B – at least two of my exes have referred to them as naughty “. I think my best feature is my butt, which is round and firm. Because I look so young, Ms. Hunt made me show her my driver’s license to prove my age and then gave me a guided tour and told me where everything is kept. When we got back to the Lounge, she explained the lounge exchange system and we agreed on what afternoons and nights I would be able to work that wouldn’t affect my college work.
– Are you still sure about this? asked Mrs. Hunt again.
I nodded and smiled:
– Yeah… sounds like fun!
– Jesus Christ! Chloe yelled. It’s not Pretty Woman! You won’t find Richard Gere in this place!
Mrs. Hunt scowled at Chloe then told her to take Simon and see what I was made of as she returned to her office.
– Simon? I told the black girl as Chloe left us.
The girl looked up then whispered:
– He is her son.
As she took my arm and led me into the back rooms, I must have looked stunned as she sighed:
“This is your test. You have to give Milker a massage and a handjob in front of the boss; that way she will know if you can do it.
– But… he’s her son! I said with a sharp breath. The girl shrugged and opened a bedroom door.
– This is the bed, there is baby oil on the table and towels in the drawers.
She said to me as I looked around the room:
– Do not worry; take your breasts off, rub his chest and give him a handjob and it’ll be over in a few minutes and as long as you tell him he has a big dick, he’ll give mom a good report.
– Why did you call him Milker? I asked as the door opened again and a large lump of a man appeared wearing a shabby tracksuit.
– You will find out for yourself! she giggled as she hurried out of the room.
– Hello, he said holding out his hand, I’m Simon.
I shook his hand and answered:
– I’m… Bambi.
– I like that name, he chuckled as he started to undress, Bambi was a deer.
– Oh shit! I thought: He is simple!
Before I had a chance to answer, he was naked and lying on the bed, his hard cock sticking out of a forest of black pubic hair.
– Ooh! that looks…huge! I lied, remembering what I was told earlier.
– All the girls tell me that, Simon said as he looked proudly at his cock!
– Can I see your breasts, please?
For a few seconds I had forgotten why I was in a room with a naked man.
My stomach lurched as I unzipped my dress and shook it until it fell to the floor.
Simon’s smile grew even wider when his mother, Mrs. Hunt, entered the room.
– Go on, she told me as she stood by the door with a blank expression on her face.
Simon reached out to touch my breasts as they bounced as I stepped out of the dress. I shivered as his fingers caressed my young flesh and teased my erect nipples. Not sure what I should do, I quickly poured some baby oil on him and started rubbing his hairy chest. As soon as my fingers touched his skin, he started moaning and groaning. My hands were shaking as I worked my way up his stomach knowing that sooner or later I would have to touch his quivering cock.
– Go on, Simon urged me, milk him… go on milking him!
I took a deep breath and curled my oily fingers around his red cock, making him blow hard.
– Yes… yes… yes, he swallowed, milk him, milk him!
My hand was now a mess as I rubbed as hard as I could, the baby oil making my fingers slide up and down with ease.
– Yes Yes Yes! Simon gasped quickly, that’s it… milk him er… oooooohhhhh.
As he laid back on the bed, I watched in amazement as a trickle of white juice ran down his cock on my hand.
– Oh… Bambi, that was… nice, Simon sighed, it was the best handjob I’ve had in months.
– Mmmm me too, I lied again, and they were so big!
– You’ll do great.
Mrs. Hunt exhaled loudly, then suddenly exited.
Simon sensed my uneasiness as I stood in front of him wearing nothing but a tiny thong with a handful of cum.
– You can wash your hands in the sink, he told me while swinging from the bed; his cock already hiding in his shell.
When I returned to the living room, the other two were giggling like schoolgirls,
– Oh… oh… mulge-l, mulge-l!” flush.
– That’s why, that’s why you call him Milker, I warned Sapphire, but… his… you know!
I opened my thumb and forefinger slightly to demonstrate the size of his cock, which looked like an acorn.
– I know Chloe giggled hysterically, It’s like a penis… only smaller!
– Girls, Mrs. Hunt hissed, shut up, there’s someone at the door.
While making a cup of coffee; a tall, respectable man with graying hair entered the reception area and spoke to Mrs. Hunt, the receptionist. After taking his money, he brought him into the drawing-room,
– Girls, this is Mike, can you make him feel welcome?
As if by magic, Chloe and Sapphire suddenly activated their charms and instantly became Sex Goddesses as they tried to charm the man into going “backwards” with them.
– What about you? What is your name? the man turned from Chloe and asked me.
– Oh…um…Up…Bambi! I missed it: But no… I’m not…
Chloe took my hand and smiled at the tall, stylish man;
– It’s her first day and she’s a little shy.
The man beamed:
– First day… eh? Do you want to be with me?
– Go dear! Sapphire pushed me gently, don’t bite!
– If he does, Chloe laughed, charge him extra!
Her joke “broke the ice” and I took his hand and led him into one of the rooms.
I was shaking with nerves and excitement when I asked him if he wanted to take a shower first.
– No thanks, I’m fine, Mike told me as he started to unbutton his shirt. Don’t worry, he assured me, I’ve done this before.
I nervously arranged the towels and oils while he removed his clothes, desperately stopping to look at him.
When it was completely empty, he winked at me and said:
– It would be nicer if you did it topless.
I was flustered and smiled as I nimbly untied the top bow. I let the top fall exposing my perky breasts then as sexily as possible I squirmed out of the dress, making my breasts jiggle as it locked around my knees as he laid down face down on the bed with a towel covering her bottom.
It was only at this point that I remembered I had put on a clean white thong this morning!
As soon as I poured the baby oil on her back, she started talking, which relaxed me. I couldn’t help but think he looked a bit like football presenter Alan Hansen as he rested his head on his manly arms. I wondered if it was his father – probably not, I guessed he wouldn’t have been old enough.
Mike groaned as I dug my hand into his firm shoulders and stroked his neck hard with my fingers, then remembering that Chloe had told me to try to finish him in half an hour, I removed the towel and poured some oil over his hairy bottom. For a guy in his 50s, he was still pretty muscular, which made it much easier for me to squeeze and caress his flesh.
– I’ll be back if you want.
Mike hissed as I ran my hands over his firm thighs.
– I think I’m ready for a little… release now.
– Okay, I told him as he turned his back.
Mike caught my eye as I looked at his stiff cock sticking out of a neatly trimmed forest of grey/brown pubic hair and winked at me again:
– Don’t tell me it’s the first you’ve ever seen.
– No, it’s not, I giggled, it’s just for… the first time I’m doing… this.
– Did you look for a man for money? Mike asked.
I shook my head no as I ran a red fingernail from his hairy testicles to the tip of his circumcised hilt. I then poured some oil on my hand and started massaging it, which had the desired effect of making him moan.
For a few brief minutes, I forgot I was being paid for my services as I rubbed and stroked his lovely cock, even my breasts bouncing on it, which made him gasp with pleasure.
– Suck me… go on… suck! Mike gasped.
Knowing that this would be an important part of my new job, I leaned forward until the end of it was at the level of my mouth; with one gulp I opened my ruby red lips and swallowed about half of his throbbing cock.
Luckily, I love to fellatio and I used all my teenage experience as I ran my tongue around his swollen shaft and ran my tongue over the velvety tip as I continued to rub the tube with my hand.
It wasn’t long before I felt his testicles begin to tighten; so I stood up so he could see my breasts clearly and I rubbed faster until his milky white liquid shot out like a bullet and landed on his stomach. I gripped his shaft tightly and slowly squeezed two more pieces of lumpy spunk out of the tiny hole.
– God, that was good, Mike sighed as I let go of his shrinking member, are you sure you haven’t done this before?
– Only with my boyfriends, I chuckled as I wiped my sticky hands on a paper towel.
As Mike sat on the edge of the bed wiping his forehead, I told him I was going to let him take a shower.
Mike smiled as he placed something in my hand,
– This is your tip. Will you be here all the time?
– I guess so, I grinned as I looked at a beautiful 100 lei bill in my hand.
I left Mike to clean up as I was told earlier and returned to the salon with the financial reward.
Chloe, Sapphire and another girl were almost hysterical as I looked completely devastated with my jaw hanging open.
I stayed another 4 hours; I served 6 other customers and made some more money.
Over the next few days it became apparent that the other girls had their regulars and being the new girl I only got passersby and cheap skates! I didn’t mind because I liked sex and now I was making good money massaging a few single guys and letting them play with my breasts; I wish I had thought of this a few months before. Every night when I got home my dildo went into overdrive as I played with it thinking about all the cocks I had seen and played with! The following Tuesday afternoon, while I was reading a magazine and drinking coffee, Mrs. Hunt put down the phone and called me into the office:
– I have a special request for Thursday at 8.
My ears suddenly perked up at the mention of “special request”, that usually meant extra money.
– What is it? I asked a little scared.
– Don’t be so worried, she giggled, Nina gets all the weird stuff. This guy wants a girl in a school uniform and I thought you’d be perfect.
I agreed when Mrs. Hunt told me that I could charge extra money just for clothing.
On my way home from university the next day I popped into a local charity shop and bought a pair of sparkly shoes, a gray pleated skirt that was too small and a blazer with a black and white striped tie . Back in my apartment, I searched for a white blouse to complete the outfit.
Constantly excited about my new occupation, as soon as I got home I put on my new school uniform with a pair of white panties, black stockings and a black suspender set that I already had. Then I danced around my bedroom listening to a cd, sipping from a beer bottle while looking at myself in my large mirror while practicing how to bend over to show off my stockings and bottom. As I sipped from a second bottle, I thought something was wrong; then it dawned on me! I had to put my hair in pigtails. Once I did this, I was shocked – I looked incredibly young… too young? Damn it! I didn’t care… I was turned on and I looked very, very hot. I opened another beer and lay on the edge of the bed and walked over to the mirror, my stocking covered legs spread wide apart and played with my vibrator. It felt like it took a while to orgasm, but when I did, my orgasm made me dizzy, it was so fierce.
After another boring morning at college, I arrived at the Salon as usual at 2.30 on a Thursday. Mrs. Hunt had given me a key for the more discreet side door, so I didn’t have to endure the nightmare of walking to the front door.
– Do you have something to wear for that guy? Mrs. Hunt greeted me. I told him I had and opened my bag to show him the neatly folded items.
– Excellent, she said to me, put on your normal things for now, he won’t be here until about 8; so make sure you’re free then.
Dressed in a pair of white stockings, a thin white lace thong and a matching camisole, I served two guys as I waited for my mystery client to appear; offering everyone a topless massage, a masturbation and a sloppy blowjob. The older of the two (must have been over 70) caressed my pussy through my panties; pressing deep inside my wet cut as I played with his cock. After ejaculating on my breasts, he asked if he could buy my panties off me. No one had told me this could happen, so I didn’t bring a spare pair with me! After that I always carried two spare pairs in my bag.
The phone rang at 7.30 and Mrs Hunt told me my client was on his way and I should get ready for him. I took my bag from a closet and went into one of the spare rooms to put on my uniform. From the moment I unhooked my bra until I applied my last swipe of red lipstick, my heart was pounding and my stomach was turning.
– Damn it! Nina, (whose real name was Janet) gasped when I finally returned to the living room:
– You look younger than my damn daughter!
I did a pirouette for the girls and a few loyal customers, which caused the short pleated skirt to rise up to reveal my panties, stockings and suspenders. As a fat man asked me if I would go out with him, the front door opened and a short, chubby, middle-aged man with wavy gray hair, dressed in a smart blue suit and shiny brogues, entered in the Salon. He smiled instantly when he saw me, then nodded to Mrs. Hunt.
– For me, I suppose!
Mrs. Hunt took his entrance money, then sent him to the Lounge. It was obvious he was a loyal customer from the way he greeted Sapphire and Jayde, so I relaxed a little when he extended a hand.
– Hi, I’m… George, the man introduced himself, and you must be Bambi.
His blue eyes sparkled as he slowly looked at every inch of my outfit. Without letting him know that I recognized him, I remembered him from the local news as he was a local politician known as ‘Gorgeous George’.
– Do you accept? I asked as I turned around.
– Most certainly yes, he grinned, Certainly yes!
My voice is still a little raspy, but I really overdid it when I asked him if he wanted to come in the back with me, which made Jayde giggle.
– Would the gentleman like to take a shower first? I asked in my best “schoolgirl” voice.
He replied that he would and would like me to sit in the room and watch.
George was very polite and had a wonderful smile and manners as he undressed and hung his clothes in the open robe. I accepted my new role with gusto, panting and laughing nervously as he removed his cotton boxers and went into the shower with his semi-rigid cock waving in front of him. As he showered and quickly dried off, I busied myself bending over, teasing him as much as possible, showing off my stockings, suspenders, and black thong as I tidied up the room. When he was done, his cock looked as hard as rock and was pointed straight at the ceiling. I guessed he had done this before, but the look of eager anticipation on his face was only matched by mine! George rocked onto the bed and lay back, making his cock stick out like a mast. The guy wasn’t my type of boyfriend at all, but the whole scenario turned me on like hell. My nipples were sticking out like little fingers and my pants were sticking to my ass.
– God, I giggled, did I make him like this? while I caressed his cock with my middle finger.
– Yes, baby, you did it, George snorted, and I hope you won’t leave me frustrated. You’re not like that, are you?
His hand was now on my leg and he started pulling on my braces.
– Ooh, I gasped, feigning amazement, I’m not sure I know what to do!
– Just wrap your fingers around it and rub it up and down slowly.
His voice was already getting deeper and hoarse as his fingers caressed my pubis through the thin nylon material of the panties, making me shiver with excitement.
– You sure you should, I continued in my girlish voice as I ran my finger over his purple hand, then the outside of his thick shaft, it would be very naughty.
“Oh yeah, sss,” he moaned biting his lip as I carefully wrapped my little fingers around his hard and began to massage him in my well trained manner. I was careful not to blow it too fast because I wanted to make as much money as possible while having fun too! After a few minutes she took a sharp breath and told me to take off my top.
– But…but…you’ll see my…small breasts, I pretended to be shocked, if I do that.
– I know, he gasped, and I bet he looks dazzling, doesn’t he?
I pursed my painted lips as I unbuttoned the tight white blouse,
– The boys at school say they are too small. What do you think? I casually asked as I dropped my bra on the floor, Are they too small?
– God, no, gasped George again, his eyes popping out of his sockets when he saw my swollen, pink nipples, – can I suck them?
I giggled and leaned over his face. His tongue began to stroke my nipples and small breasts as his hand slipped between my legs again and gently massaged my pussy and stockings. I squirmed with desire as his fingers played with my clit, then loosened it to the side and slid two chubby fingers into my wet pussy, making me moan.
– Ooh, I giggled as he massaged me with his fingers and sucked my nipples, you make me very…excited…and it feels really good!
George suddenly threw his head back and gasped.
– Take off your panties and suck my cock!
I quickly moved away from him and unzipped my skirt.
– With or without rubber? I whispered as I dropped my wet panties down my nylon covered legs.
– Free.
She sighed at the sight of my bald pussy.
– God, I giggled as I leaned forward and began to kiss his throbbing cock as I lifted one leg until it was resting next to his chest on the bed, I feel so naughty!
George kissed and caressed my stockinged leg and continued to dig his fingers deep into my leaking pussy as I sucked and licked his cock and throbbing testicles. I was deciding whether to make him ejaculate; which was my job and I was enjoying the thrilling roller-coaster ride I was on.
He decided for me.
– Ugh…ugh! he grunted as he slid two fingers deep into my fat hole making me squirm in pleasure,
– I’m letting go!
In an instant he threw my head back causing his fingers to go deeper into my pussy as I gripped his throbbing manhood, rubbing it furiously until it was spurting out spurt after spurt of substance milky white flew and splashed on my trembling breasts. I tried to stay calm as I squeezed the last of the ‘man pearls’ out of his velvet crown and onto my tingling nipples, but my legs were shaking and I was in desperate need of an orgasm.
– Jesus, he sighed, it was the best ever!
I nodded nervously and smiled:
– Thank you.
As I shakily wiped his cum off my breasts and neck with a hand towel, George quickly washed his cock and abdomen in the sink.
- Sensual massage
You’ve just arrived at the salon after a long hard day at SAMS Spa where you work as an aerobics instructor and exercise counselor. Every muscle in your body hurts.
As you walk in the door, I can see the exhaustion in your face. You put your arms around my neck. I put my arms around you too and hug and kiss you. Our languages meet and dance together. I feel your heart beating in my chest.
You break the kiss. You bury your face in my shoulder and kiss my neck. After a moment or two, you look up and give me a weak smile that says “thank you.” Your shoulders sag. I look into your eyes They look tired and worn.
– Did your boss give you a hard time today? I ask, even though I know the answer.
– Yes, and it’s always the same hassle over every little thing. You’d think that slave driver would slack off every now and then, but…
– Well, don’t let him get to you, I interrupt you. Forget about that tyrant. I know you love your job and your colleagues. Plus, I have the right solution for those tired, sore muscles of yours. How about I give you a really good massage? I’m sure it would make you feel a lot better. Would you like this?
– Oh! I would like to, you answer quietly. You close your eyes, allowing bliss to overcome you as you think about the full body massage I’m giving you.
I’ll lead you to the room. They slowly remove all of your clothes, kissing all of your erogenous zones as they do so – your lips, your neck, your breasts, your nipples, your belly button and your sex. I kiss your pubic hair several times and run my tongue through your curls. You close your eyes again and moan in ecstasy, enjoying the emotions emanating from your aroused sex. I smile at the thought of your passions awakening.
I take a large towel from the bathroom, place it on the floor next to the bed and place you face down on it with your arms by your side. I quickly remove all of my clothes and kneel over you, straddling your butt. My sex touches your buttocks; it feels good. You can feel it too. A small wave of euphoria runs through your body and you smile. I lean down and kiss your back between your shoulders. I smile too.
I start by massaging the muscles at the top of your neck. After about two or three minutes, I kiss the spot I massaged and move lower down your neck and start kneading the muscles where your neck meets your shoulders. After a few minutes, I kiss the area I’ve been massaging and move to your right scapula. Knead well with your thumb and the rest of your fingers and kiss before moving down your arm.
Every time I kiss the place I massaged, I have to lean forward; my sex and pubic hair crush against your butt. Every time I do this, you raise your hips slightly, pushing your bare ass against my sex. I smile knowing I’m pleasing you. I kiss your shoulder a second time.
I start rubbing the upper part of your arm, kneading it all around, then the lower part and finally the hand and fingers. I work lightly and kiss each area before going further down. I kiss the back of your hand reverently; it is my joy to serve you, to make you happy. After kneading your right shoulder, arm and hand, I move on to your left shoulder, arm and hand.
The massage brings blissful, relaxing joy to your tired muscles as I knead and kiss each area. I can tell by the look of complete serenity on your face that you’re enjoying what I’m doing to your body. I am pleased to offer you this seductive full body massage.
I place my thumbs on your spine and press down, while gently kneading your upper back with my fingers. After a few minutes, I kiss the area on your spine that I rubbed and start moving down your back. You ask me to massage your upper back for a few more minutes before moving on. I’ll do that. You thank me and tell me how well you feel. I kiss you between the shoulder blades. My sex is hitting your butt.
After five minutes, I start on the muscles just below the right shoulder. I massage them and then work the left shoulder. I kiss your shoulders and go to the middle of your back. I pressed hard, kneading the muscles there. A sigh of delight flows from the depths of your throat.
I push myself further down your legs until I’m straddling your thighs. Your eyes are closed but a smile lights up your face as my sex and pubic hair stop touching your ass. I can only imagine what wonderful thoughts are going through your mind. I smile at my own erotic thoughts and kiss the middle of your back.
I run my open palms up and down your entire back and sides – up and down your sides, up and down, from your shoulders to the top of your butt. I press hard against your soft flesh, kneading your muscles.
Every time my hands travel up your back or sides, my sex and pubic hair kiss your thighs, causing waves of ecstasy to radiate across your flesh. You smile excitedly again and tell me how wonderful it feels. And I smile again, wondering if you’re talking about the massage, my sex stroking you, or both. I am happy to serve you and bring joy to your life.
I creep lower until I’m straddling your legs. I massage your left side just under your arms. You tickle yourself and twirl a little. I lean down and kiss you there. I carefully rub your right side and then kiss you there too.
Finally, I rub the middle of your back and then kiss you several times there as well. I run my tongue seductively down my spine. I see goosebumps rising on your skin.
Now I begin to massage your lower back, squeezing the muscles between my fingers. I continue to knead your muscles as I move my hands to your lower parts.
After rubbing your lower back and sides for about three or four minutes, I clench my fist and start randomly pressing my fingers into your back. All over your upper, middle and lower back, I push my fingers into your flesh.
A moan of sensual bliss escapes your lips and you beg me not to stop. I continue to knead and massage your entire back for another three or four minutes. Then I kiss your lower back.
I start massaging your buttocks. I rub the right buttock and then the left. Then I massage both of them and the sides of the hips.
You look over your shoulder again with a sly smile on your lips. You’re asking me if I’m going to kiss your bottom too. I give you a seductive smile and slap you lightly, playfully on each buttock with both hands at the same time.
Then I kiss each buttock — first the right and then the left. I press my sex into your calves.
I move to the left side of your legs so I can rub your legs and soles.
– Spread your legs a little so I can rub your whole leg, I say.
I stroke my hands around your thigh and squeeze gently. Then I run my hands along the sides of your thigh to your feet; my fingers touch the pubic hair of your perineum. I gradually become sexually aroused. A wave of euphoria runs through my body. I smile. I slide my hand down just above your knee and get back on my feet. Up and down your thigh, up and down, massaging your thigh, I do this several times, “masturbating” it.
A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, “Mmmmm.” You sigh and moan in ecstasy.
I smile again knowing that you too are becoming sexually aroused, that I am giving you sensual pleasure.
Now I knead your thigh muscles with my fingers, moving slowly up and down from under your butt to just above your knee. Lie with the right side of your face on the towel. Your eyes are closed again, but I can see the contentment on your face.
I kiss your left thigh a few times from below the buttock to just above the knee. Then I massage your right thigh, repeating what I did on the left, squeezing, kneading, massaging and masturbating. When I’m done, I kiss that thigh one too many times, from under the butt to the knee.
Next, I rub my right calf vigorously, kneading the muscles for a few minutes before kissing it and moving on to my left. After two or three minutes of rubbing your left calf, I kiss it and start massaging your left leg and toes. I play piggy wiggly with my toes, gently pulling on each one. I kiss the ankle of your left foot and move to the right. I give it a thorough rub. I also pull gently on each toe on my right foot.
I kiss the ankle of your right foot and say:
– Turn on your back.
You are doing this.
– Thanks, baby, I say, repaying you by kissing your right toes and then your left.
I stand up and kneel beside you and look into your eyes. I look at your beautiful body towards your sex. I see you are awake. I smile at you. My passion is also burning.
But I don’t intend to rush because the massage will not be complete. I rub the front of your shin, first the left and then the right. I kiss each one before again “masturbating” them and kneading your thighs. I kiss each one when I’m done. I look at your face. Your eyes are closed again; your face is flushed with pleasure.
I slowly begin to rub my groin, running my fingers through my pubic hair. I rub your perineum with my fingers. A moan comes from deep in his throat, “Ohhhhh.” You open your legs, inviting me to massage your perineum. I do it with power.
You sigh again and moan in delight as another wave of passion cascades through your flesh. Seeing the pleasure I’m giving you sends a rush of euphoria through my body as well. I lean down and kiss your pubic hair. He kisses his sex. I lick it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. i can smell your love I am ecstatic with desire for you.
I straddle your hips once more, leaning forward. Our sexes touch; our pubic hairs intertwine. I ignore the emotions radiating through my body as much as possible. I want, I need to finish your massage so I can give myself completely to you.
– Oh baby, please make love to me now! you beg
– No, dear, we have to wait. Be patient, our time will come, I reply.
You resign yourself and groan in agony that your passions cannot receive the satisfaction your body needs, your flesh craves.
I rub your abdomen, pushing my thumbs into your belly button. I run my hands down your sides and back to your stomach. He kneads your stomach and sides several times before kissing your belly button. I sensually stick my tongue into his hole as I look into your eyes.
Then, rising to your chest, I gently massage your left pectoral with my right hand and your right pectoral with my left hand. I run my hands over your nipples; they are erect. I adjust both with my fingers. I rub both pectorals in a circular motion — clockwise on your left pectoral and counterclockwise on your right pectoral — pinching your nipples again as I do so.
Again you moan in agony and beg me:
– Oh baby, how long until you finish? I need it now please!
– I’m almost done dear, just a few more minutes.
You resign yourself to the agony of need again.
But I smile knowing that there is only one thing I must do before I give myself completely to your pleasure. I kiss the area between your pecs, then each pectoral and each nipple. I bite your left nipple and pull at it with my teeth. You squint and sigh as sweet, delicious pain fills your chest.
Now I massage the front of your shoulders, my right hand on your left shoulder while my left hand massages your right. When I’m done, I kiss both shoulders.
Your eyes are closed; Your expression is a mixture of happiness and agony, pleasure and pain. I kiss you lightly, very lightly on the lips. You open your eyes. I lean forward, rubbing my groin against your legs, my sex against your sex. I look into your eyes; they are full of emotion and desire. I kiss your left nipple again and drag it with my tongue. I do the same with your right nipple.
I’m laying on top of you. I grind my sex into yours, my breasts against your pecs. A grunt leaves your throat. I kiss you on the open mouth. My tongue darts into your hole. I can feel you sucking her. Your tongue pushes into my mouth. Osug. I break the kiss. I kiss you on your cheek and each of your closed eyelids. Then I kiss you on the forehead. Open your eyes; I look into them. I smile.
– Baby, I’m yours now.
You reach out and pull me down to you. You kiss me with your mouth open on my lips. Again, our tongues dance together. My right hand massages your pectoral while my left hugs your lower back. Your left arm wraps around my shoulder as you run your right hand through my hair. You crush your sex into my sex. Our passions mingle.
- The masseuse receives a massage
For about a year I had the pleasure of regular sensual/erotic massages with a lovely woman from a nearby salon. As time went on, what started as a paid service became more and more interactive and mutually satisfying. This story records the last session we had before she moved.
I called her from my mobile.
– I just got off the highway and I’ll be with you in a few minutes.
He always wants me to call before I arrive so he can meet me at the door.
The house is in a residential area, easy to reach by car. I park on the street, walk to the house, and as soon as I get to the door, it opens to let me in. He’s in his bathrobe, barefoot, just got out of the shower. I look down into her deep blue eyes, at the smile on her face, and we quickly embrace, anticipating the treats to come. She looks sexy in her bathrobe and has a charming grin.
We go upstairs to one of the rooms. It’s a bedroom with a king size bed, a nice duvet cover and some big pillows. The room has lots of candles, dim lighting, and full-length mirrors along one wall. It has been designed for peace and comfort. I undress, put my clothes on the only chair in the room and take a shower to clean myself.
I dry off and wait in the bedroom until she returns with some ice water for us and a bottle of hot oil. Now he only wears a teddy. I wonder why they bother, because we both know it will stop soon. But I think it’s become a kind of ritual, maybe even a gentle joke.
I hug her and kiss the tip of her cleavage.
– Let’s take that thing down.
And so she does. Watching her take it out is like opening a Christmas present. I never get tired of looking at her. She stands there naked, smiling, knowing that I enjoy looking at her. I make sure to tell him that every chance I get.
Her breasts are full and, at least to me, attractive. A large, pink, erect nipple highlights the tip of each breast. I love nipples. Her skin is clear and smooth. There is a scar from where she had a c-section many years ago. Her pussy is rasa. Her body is firm, almost flawless, the benefit of regular exercise and hard work.
And she trusts me. Months of dating have made her know that I won’t do anything she isn’t comfortable with, that I absolutely respect her boundaries. It took a long time to earn that trust. But it’s worth it. He told me stories of other customers trying to push his limits; he never sees them a second time. An absolute boundary for her is that we won’t have sex, but that’s fine with me.
We embrace, bare flesh on bare flesh. I feel her nipples on my chest. We hug each other tightly, each enjoying the closeness of the physical contact. We sit there for a few minutes enjoying this special natural closeness. Sometimes I move behind her and reach out to caress her breasts; and then i like to feel her cold bottom on my face. She always asks me “whose massage is this” if I do this.
In the past, I would have gone and laid on the bed and she would have massaged me. But today is different. We discussed this some time before and she agreed. I’m going to massage her. Her pleasure today will be my pleasure. And I tell her that today is about her, and not to think about pleasing me at all.
He lies face down on 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 ass.
– Relax and breathe deeply. Know that someone you trust will please you. Know that your pleasure is all that matters today.
And then I start the massage.
I stroked hot oil across her back, down her spine, into her shoulders — long, sensual strokes. She told me I had an exquisite touch, and today she was going to experience it without any requirement from her to reciprocate. I work the muscles around her neck and shoulders — long strokes along her torso ending at her buttocks.
It’s my first time getting a massage and surprisingly I don’t find it particularly erotic on my part, just sensual, relaxing and enjoyable. I thought I would get an erection while massaging her, but I didn’t. What I find most difficult is maintaining long, even strokes and not being clumsy with the hot oil bottle.
I massage more hot oil into her arms. I stroke and squeeze each finger individually. I repeat the blows on the back and along the spine.
With long strokes I go to her feet. I wipe her legs, spread them a little and work her calves, thighs, the beginning of her buttocks. Her pussy winks between her legs. But I’ll leave it alone for now. Back on my feet, I lift her left leg, bend it at the knee, bend it back tight against her body, and then back to lay on the bed. I find the movement extremely pleasurable when she does it to me and I hope she likes it too.
I massage his left foot, massage each toe. I use both hands to circle her left leg and make long strokes down her leg to her bottom. Repeat on the right side; but it’s awkward because we’re on a bed, not a table, and it’s hard to get around her body.
I turn to massage her lower back. He stroked her body up and down. Now she is completely relaxed and purring. She purrs from the first touch.
Time to work on her butt. I massage hot oil on her left buttock, work the flesh, back and forth, up and down. I lie down and work on my right side. Her buttocks are smooth, plump and firm, cool to the touch. I continue to knead each buttock in a circular motion, making sure not to miss anything, making sure to run my hands up the side of her body and even a little below, between her and the bed.
I spread her legs a little more. Her pussy is now more visible. But it’s not time for that yet. I put hot oil in the crack between her buttocks and rub the whole area. My finger enters her rosebud about an inch. He gasps but says nothing, continues to purr. I gently move her in and out of her rosebud, but not too deep. There are wonderful nerves in that area, too often neglected. I love it when he does that to me. She wasn’t sure she’d like it because she told me she’s afraid of anal sex, but she trusts that I’ll stop if she tells me. Do not tell me. I massage the area between her legs, the short narrow area between her rosebud and the beginning of her pussy.
I go back to work on her bottom. And then, for a few minutes, I apply light strokes along her entire back.
I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper softly that it’s time to go back.
As she turns, I clean the finger I used on her rosebud. There was nothing on it, but it’s good to be sure it’s clean.
Now she is lying face up, completely relaxed. She stretches her arms above her head lifting her breasts. The contentment on her face highlights the attractiveness of her breasts, nipples, torso, pussy, legs. Nothing pleases me more than a naked woman who relaxes and trusts me. She is one of the most erotic sights I have seen. Watching a woman in the throes of orgasm is even more exciting and we both know it will happen soon.
I decide to massage his head. I massage his neck, around his jaw and cheeks and the edges of his mouth. I massage her nose and both sides of her face. I pinch his earlobes and knead each ear separately. I place my fingers on her closed eyes and gently rub her lids over her eyeballs. I stop for a moment and hold her face firmly in my hands.
Time to move on to more interesting things.
I massage her chest, skipping over her breasts to her lower torso, massaging her abdomen stopping just above her pussy. I run my finger around her navel. I stand at her head with my arms reaching down through her cleavage to her abdomen. I rub up and down her entire abdomen, then in circles on her lower abdomen below her belly button, back up her midsection to her breasts and draw light circles with my fingers around them.
I dripped warm oil on her right breast, avoiding the nipple but circling it, and firmly stroked outwards with my fingers from the nipple to her chest in simple, firm strokes. I work around the entire nipple this way. Then I grab the whole breast and rub it with oil. For several minutes I have been enjoying the sensation of kneading her breast with my hands. And then I do the same with her left breast.
I go back to the right nipple, squeezing, rolling and rubbing. Then I move to the left nipple: squeeze, roll and rub. I lean down and kiss the right nipple, suck on it for a few seconds and include a gentle pinch. Then repeat with the left nipple. This is just a cursory attention for now. Her breasts will get even more attention later. And I want her to wonder a little bit at this point, to want more attention there. She won’t be disappointed later, I hope.
I move to her feet. I spread her legs further, as far as she feels comfortable spreading them, outside, knees bent, ready for intercourse, but knowing we won’t. For the first time her pussy is fully exposed. She shines, looks like a beautiful flower waiting to bloom, wet with her dew of womanhood. Her scent reaches me, excites me.
I stop for a moment to enjoy the view in front of me. Her legs are spread, offering her femininity for my view. Her eyes are closed, her face has a smile of contentment. I’m glad to see a seemingly endless stretch of skin dotted with her lovely nipples on her shapely mounds, all awaiting my attention.
I massage her upper left leg and thigh. I go straight into her groin and touch her pussy lips “accidentally”. She is clearly enjoying it as her pussy drips more moisture and her torso grows with each movement. I do the same on the right side.
Both hands are now rubbing oil on his abdomen, just above the mound. Circular movements around her mound, but never on it, except for “accidental” touches, cause a decided increase in moans. My hands work much closer. Now there’s no avoiding her pussy. My left hand strokes along her outer lips while my right hand continues to massage her abdomen, just above. The middle finger of my left hand gently brushes directly over her lips. Her torso becomes a determined moan and her lips part ever so slightly. My finger enters her warmth and strokes lovingly in and out. I find his G-spot and stroke it. As my other hand squeezes warm oil over her clit, she gasps.
I enjoy watching her smile with pleasure, totally relaxed and with total abandon.
As I continue to rub and caress her body, she has a small shiver, almost impossible to detect unless you’re looking for it. But I know what to look for, because she told me how she reacts when she comes close to orgasm. She pulls her legs together shyly, as so many women do after relaxing, looks up, opens her eyes, and smiles. She thinks we’re done and doesn’t know there’s more to come. We stop for a glass of water.
I invite her to move up on the bed, where we can lie together (just to relax, she thinks). When she massaged me, we always did this, let’s hug and continue to be tender before completing the session.
As we lay next to each other, content to look at each other and embrace, I begin to lightly caress his face, then begin to caress his body as we lay facing each other. I’ve done this in the past and she said she found that kind of touch from me exquisite. She lays back and it’s time to continue.
I get up on my knees so my chest is over hers and start rubbing mine against hers. Back and forth, I use my entire upper body to rub it. This is one of my favorite things to do. I feel his heat, his skin, his nipples on my chest. And I’m erect. She starts purring again and reaches down to hold my cock. I continue to rub my chest against hers until she seems to have had enough.
Wondering if she would be comfortable with that, I whisper in her ear,
– Would you like me to lick your pussy?
– No, let’s take it slow for now, she replies.
And now I know another limit to respect. Maybe it will just be a temporary one.
– I will get very close, but that’s all, I assure you.
And I honor my promise, as much as I long to taste her sweet nectar.
I take her left breast in my mouth and start to pleasure her nipple. My tongue licks around the nipple without touching it. I suck on his nipple, breathe hard on him, grab him gently and bite him. I love licking and sucking nipples, especially when they are as sensitive and responsive as hers. Meanwhile, my left hand massages her right breast. I continue to work on her left breast and nipple for several minutes, then switch to the other side. I tell her we don’t want the other party to get jealous and she giggles.
Then I start moving down her body, kissing and sucking inch by inch. I stop at her belly button, pay close attention and explore it with my tongue. I reach her abdomen and continue down, blowing warm breaths and kisses all the way.
At my prompting, she spreads her legs, this time again as far as she can, offering me her femininity, obviously aroused, but knowing that I will keep the limits she has set for herself. Kiss and lick on top of her pussy, lick and kiss all around and just on each side. Her musky scent makes me pleasure her there much more than I thought possible. I breathe directly on her pussy as she purrs in pleasure. I touch her mound with my hand, ready for my finger to enter once more and pleasure her center. But she shows that once was enough.
So I kiss and breath on her body as I move back up to her head where once again we lay next to each other caressing each other for a few moments. She nestles her head under my head next to my neck and we hug. Finally we decide to get up. We enjoy another long, tight hug and can hardly resist starting over.
Our anticipated hour became almost two and we didn’t notice. I couldn’t, and I don’t care; her pleasure was mine.
