Healing hands
The sign in the shop window read: COUPLES MASSAGE – 75% DISCOUNT.
– This is a bargain! Sarah said, grabbing my wrist to drag me towards the ad. I stumbled after her, trying my best not to drop the three bags of clothes, two new pairs of shoes, and the assortment of expensive jewelry she had bought in the past five hours.
Of course, they all belonged to him.
– Honey, look at this! Sarah said, showing one of her platinum polished fingers. It is even cheaper than the price of a single massage.
– A hundred dollars an hour, I read aloud, acutely feeling the pain in my shoulders and back. I had to admit, after being reduced to being my girlfriend’s carer, a full body massage sounded like a fantastic idea.
A few months ago, I would have laughed in her face at such a request and forced her to iron her own stupid clothes. Not that I would have gone shopping with her in the first place. Her place in our relationship had been that of the submissive, the tamed princess. At the suggestion of a massage, I would have forced her to strip down to her panties and dance for me like the concubine of an ancient king. I might have ordered her to massage my naked body herself. Why pay a professional when you have a perfect girlfriend at home?
This is how our relationship was supposed to work. That’s what I was used to.
It’s funny how quickly things change.
– Sounds like a good deal, I admitted.
Sarah nodded happily.
– It is not like that? And since I paid for lunch and breakfast today, not to mention this month’s rent, I think it’s only fair that you pay for the massage.
I stifled the urge to moan. A year ago, I was Sarah’s superior at McCarthy & Smith, making almost twice as much as she did. Buying expensive meals, clothes and beauty treatments was the foundation of our relationship.
You probably think I’m an idiot for relying on money to win a girl’s affection. You might be right. But back then I had more than enough to do, and the luxuries that softened his rough demeanor were nothing more than trifles.
It was also a kind of personal challenge. Sarah had a reputation for being like an ice princess. She was widely considered untouchable, no matter how attractive, wealthy or outgoing her suitors appeared to be. It didn’t help that she had one of those straight-out-of-college bodies: lean, with perky breasts and a big but remarkably toned ass. The way she walked attracted the attention of all the men: shoulders back, chin high, stepping quickly in loud heels. Adding to her charm were her delicate features and meticulously groomed hair and that faint floral scent that lingered wherever she passed.
Looking at it from my office, I knew I had to have it. To conquer it.
And I had the patience to do it. I wasn’t worried about the competition. I had tamed more than my fair share of women in college, from airy bimbos to hot jocks to pink-haired feminists. And my competition was even rarer at work. It helped that I took better care of my body than most of my male colleagues.
After weeks of subtle flirting, all I needed to seal the deal was the right moment: closing a big case, an office party, a few bottles of champagne. I rammed Sarah hard but allowed her to make the first move. When he laughed at one of my little alcohol-fueled jokes and pressed his hip against my thigh, we both knew it was time.
We hung out that night for hours. That was the key to winning a woman’s heart, laying the pipe the first chance you got. The puppy dog eyes he gave me the next morning told me all I needed to know. Sarah was mine.
It didn’t take long to have the office princess on my little finger. Within a week she was my steady girlfriend. Imagine my delight, to have the most desirable girl at work bring beer as I lay on my designer sofa, legs spread, cock waiting. I not only tamed her, I trained her. At the snap of my fingers, she dropped to her knees, mouth open, tongue dripping, just like I taught her. Sometimes I let her do all the work, pleasuring me while I sipped a beer and enjoyed the game.
Life was damn good.
Then the economy tanked. The company was forced to downsize and lay off half of its staff. The highest paid employees were first on the chopping block. Guess who topped the list?
Sarah, who had worked directly under me in an assistant role, kept her job. She even received a high promotion. That hurt me in a personal way. I had spent all those months not only by pulling her into hell, but also learning everything I knew. For the bigwigs at M&S, giving her my old position was the natural course of action.
How could I have known she had the bosses on her little finger?
A few months later, she was making more money than I ever had.
– Good? Sarah said. Don’t stand there like an idiot.
– Of course I’ll pay, baby, I said through my teeth, doing calculations in my head. On top of my two checking accounts, I have a few hundred dollars left. That meant I had to treat Sarah with the utmost courtesy and respect. The girl was covering my entire share of the rent, although I swore I’d pay her back once I got back on my feet. Not that I would have asked him to pay for anything when he first moved in.
God forbid to leave me alone. I would have to move in with my parents, and they lived in the province. I could never find a new job.
– You are the best, my love! Sarah said, standing up on her toes to give me a kiss.
On the cheek, of course. He hasn’t given me a real kiss in weeks. Our frequent, sloppy kisses felt like a distant memory.
Sarah clung to my arm as I walked into the massage parlor. The dim orange lighting seemed to drown out the pale walls and chairs. Soft classical music played from an unseen speaker. The design was too simple, like it was recently set up. It took me a moment to notice the tall, statuesque blonde standing behind the counter. She wore an immaculate Chinese dress with a short mandarin collar. More visibly, her heavy bust strained against the silky white material.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sarah giving the girl a stern look. She always got a little jealous around more “well endowed” girls. Especially when I was around. Maybe that’s what Sarah needed to soften her towards me. A little competition.
– Welcome to the Vip Zone, said the blonde, with a slight Scandinavian accent. I tried my best not to look as she bowed her head down, her breasts bobbing under her dress. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra. Smiling, he stood up and spoke to Sarah instead of me.
– Are you interested in our couple’s massage today? I saw you noticed our sign outside.
“It just seemed like such a good deal,” Sarah said, giving a fake laugh that wouldn’t have fooled even a child. We couldn’t resist going in and taking a look!
I knew my girlfriend was hot with jealousy. Although Sarah’s face was thin and beautiful, she had always been aware of her smaller than average bust size. Her brunette hair was shiny and soft, the result of countless frequent beauty treatments, but it couldn’t compare to the aura of a natural blonde. It didn’t help that the masseuse towered over her. With the way Sarah was acting, maybe I shouldn’t have paid for a massage after all. Although I really wanted that blonde’s hands all over my legs and back…
– My name is Astrid, the blonde introduced herself, straightening the pair of golden braids that hung from her broad shoulders.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my friend’s eyebrows twitching.
– You are our last customers of the day, so please follow me in!
Sarah held her chin up as Astrid led us through a curtained door. As I walked down the hall, I looked at the ceiling, the walls, the floor – everywhere but the tall blonde in front of me. Her ass was not only big but also strong. So did her muscular thighs, tugging at the hem of the dress with each long stride. I marveled that the thin white fabric could contain such an athletic body. She was an imposing presence for the girl I wasn’t used to. She dominated the room and my attention.
Even more reason not to look directly at Astrid. If Sarah caught me watching, I’d be sleeping with the bums in the nearby park.
The room Astrid took us into was larger than I expected for a massage parlor in a shopping mall. I put Sarah’s shopping bags in the corner while I looked around. An assortment of red Christmas lights lined the walls, simulating the soft flicker of candlelight. A pair of parallel massage tables sat in the center, separated by a thin rice paper divider.
– For what, Astrid? Sarah asked sharply.
Her attempt to take control of the situation.
– Just to give you some privacy, sweetie, answered Astrid sweetly.
“I don’t see the point,” said Sarah. This is a couple’s massage, right?
– Studies have shown that people can relax their muscles better when they feel that fewer people are watching. It’s better for your body and your health.
Sensing Sarah’s hesitation, Astrid continued:
– It is not transparent, but it is very thin. You’ll know right away if… what’s your name, dear?
– David, I said, keeping my eyes on the massage table.
– You will know immediately if your David has gone somewhere, said Astrid.
Sarah tossed her hair back and smiled like a schoolgirl.
– Oh, that’s the last thing I’m worried about. If my boyfriend ran away, it wouldn’t take me long to find a new one. In a way, it would be doing me a favor!
The two laughed while I kept my tongue in my mouth. Then, as Sarah continued to laugh with her eyes closed, I caught Astrid giving me an appreciative look. She licked her thick pink lips. Her lustful gaze was pure sexual electricity. I had an immeasurable urge to run my tongue over her mouth, nose, cheeks. Lick it up like a scoop of vanilla ice cream…
I felt myself getting stiff in my pants.
– And what’s your name, dear? Astrid asked Sarah.
“Miss Jones is all right,” Sarah said, as if their little exchange of laughter meant nothing to her.
I almost cringed at the comment. Sarah could be a real bitch when she wanted to be.
But Astrid took it carefully, gesturing to a small table with a stack of paper and pens. “Miss Jones, David, please complete these questionnaires.” I’ll be back in five minutes with my partner. As Sarah looked at the questionnaire, Astrid gave me a devilish wink.
– I promise you will like our massage!
“I’m sure we’ll like it, Astrid,” Sarah said, pushing the tall blonde away.
I slipped my hands into my pants pockets, trying to hide the tent in my lap. The moment Astrid left the room, Sarah’s smile disappeared.
– This place is total shit! Can you believe that nonsense?
I held my breath. Had he noticed all the signs Astrid was sending me?
– Why you say that? I asked innocently.
– He had the courage to call you dear! Sarah said. And face me.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
– I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by that.
Sarah looked me up and down.
– You are right. I’m sure he didn’t.
Smiling, she sat down by the table and began to fill out one of the questionnaires.
– Let’s get this over with. First question. Do you have any…
Trying my best to control my irritation, I sat down across from Sarah and began writing answers. If I had known that our relationship would have ended up here, I would never have taken Sarah. From the way the blonde moved, I knew she had an unreal body wrapped in that Chinese dress. Sarah was doing her fair share of cardio, but no amount of exercise could give her the shape of a Norse goddess.
– DAVID! Sarah said, reaching out to pinch my earlobe.
I flinched, shocked that he had taken such liberties with me. Like I’m her disobedient child!
– Are you even listening to me?
– Of course, dear, I lied, wincing in pain.
“Sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you,” Sarah said, letting go of my ear to fold her arms. Finally. Where is that blonde to give me a massage?
Sarah jumped in surprise when I heard a knock on the door. A second later, Astrid strode into the room, followed by a small, smiling Chinese woman. She had her hair in ponytails and was swinging her fists as she walked. Despite her stature, her legs looked sturdy and strong, her forearms thick and well defined. She was standing with her feet shoulder width apart, like she was ready to kick someone’s ass. Even I found myself a little intimidated, despite our large size difference.
– You must be Miss Jones! said the Chinese woman, stepping into Sarah’s personal space. You can call me Mei Ling. I am your personal masseuse today. Now stand up so I can see what I have to work with.
Sarah stood up stiffly as Mei ripped the paper from her hands.
– I’ll have a lot of leg work and you have lower back problems? I guess that’s normal for a woman your age.
Sarah made a horrified face.
– What do you mean with a woman my age!
– Come on, Miss Jones, Mei Ling said, taking Sarah by the fingers and leading her to the massage table. Aging is nothing to be ashamed of. Take off your clothes and lie face down. Mei Ling will fix you right away.
– Fix me? Like I’m some kind of—” Sarah stammered, staggering after the little Chinese girl.
Her face was contorted with indignation, but instead of scolding the masseuse, she pursed her lips and began to unbutton her expensive blouse.
– I guess you’re the expert here. I trust you know what you are doing.
I was almost speechless. The powerful Sarah Jones, the great queen of the firm, reduced to an obedient little girl. And in just a few seconds! It took me weeks to get a smile out of her!
– Oh, Miss Jones, said Mei Ling haughtily, you are moving too slowly! You really need this massage!
Sarah’s face turned even redder when Mei Ling slid in behind her.
– Come on, let me help you.
Sarah tried to reach back to stop her, but the Chinese woman slapped her hands away, giggling lightly.
– I can undress very well if you just…
– Stay still!
Mei Ling’s tiny hands went to work. In what seemed like seconds, she had Sarah’s skirt and blouse in one hand and her expensive high heels in the other. All Sarah had left was her satin underwear.
– All done! Mei Ling chirped, throwing the expensive clothes under the table as Sarah crossed her arms over her bare chest. Now lie on the massage table with your arms at your sides, face in the cradle. You are a good girl…”
– What do you think about my partner? Astrid whispered in my ear.
I shivered at the heat of her breath. When had he gotten so close to me? Before I could answer, I felt his hand on my left cheek. She squeezed hard. Possessive.
– Do not speak. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the table. Now.
Mei Ling giggled like a teenage girl, tugging at the waistband of my girlfriend’s big panties.
– These are for old ladies, Miss Jones! She let the belt break and Sarah screamed in pain. Stupid girl, I can’t give you a massage if you’re wearing these!
Sarah looked horrified. She was in her thirties and age was a constant worry for her. The amount of money she spent on beauty products every year could feed a village in Africa. In her defense, she used to wear sexier lingerie before our relationship soured.
To my surprise, instead of scolding her, Sarah started crying and apologizing.
“I suppose I could go buy a new pair,” she said. Or I could take them out, if that would help.
– This is not that kind of institution, Miss Jones! Mei Ling warned her.
I noticed how her hand rested ever so innocently on the inside of Sarah’s left thigh, her nails biting into the flesh.
– We are professional masseuses. Do you think that because I am Chinese, I offer such services?
– Not! I’m not implying that at all! Sarah cried. I just want to say that I don’t have any…
Mei Ling slapped Sarah’s left buttock, giggling wickedly.
– I guess it still happens. Everyone makes mistakes. Miss Jones can borrow Mei Ling’s pair.
Mei Ling reached for Sarah’s panties and pulled them past her thighs, calves, ankles. Sarah buried her head in the cradle of her face and whimpered, trying to hide her shame. Mei Ling then reached under her red dress. She moved her hips from side to side as she lowered a pair of pink panties to the floor.
They were the kind of underwear you’d expect from an eighteen-year-old girl. Bright pink and white cotton with a thin stretch of fabric that ran across the girl’s bottom. More cute than sexy. Sarah’s lingerie was mature and provocative. Not in a hundred years would he have worn such a juvenile pair.
What kind of massage was this?
“Mei Ling,” Sarah said, “I don’t think it’s right for you to…
– This kind of underwear is better for massage, Mei Ling interrupted. So, you know, it’s a thong with pink and white stripes. This will help you feel young again, Miss Jones.
Sarah squirmed helplessly on the massage table as Mei Ling slipped her thong over Sarah’s legs. When he reached my friend’s bottom, he pulled the string deep into the crack of her bottom.
– That’s right. Is better. I can massage you properly now.
– Mei Ling! Sarah protested, wiggling her big ass.
– What are you complaining about now, Miss Jones?
– These panties, well, they feel a little wet.
Mei Ling lowered her hand for another heavy blow, this time punishing Sarah’s right cheek.
– Miss Jones, I hope you won’t complain about the whole massage! And I expected you to thank me for lending you this pair. I have never done this for any other client you know!
– Mei Ling, I am…
Mei Ling grabbed Sarah’s brown hair and pulled her head from the cradle of her face.
– Act your age and look me in the eye when you apologize.
To my amazement, Sarah’s face was bright red and her cheeks were wet with tears.
– You’re right, Sarah admitted. I’m sorry, Mei Ling. I shouldn’t have spoken to you in that tone of voice. I hope you will forgive me.
Mei Ling ruffled Sarah’s hair. She pushed the powerful lawyer’s face back into the face rest and laughed.
– You don’t have to cry about it!
– Didn’t you hear me? Astrid hissed behind me. I said take your clothes off.
Wasting no time, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Pushing it aside, she reached around my chest and pinched each nipple. Once they were hard, she pinched them both at once and dragged me to the massage table.
– This hurts, you know, I whispered, trying not to show any reaction.
Partly to look strong, but mostly to hide from Sarah. The way Astrid pinched my nipples sent waves of pleasure through my ass and legs. I’ve never had a woman touch them so hard. What did this Norse goddess do to me?
“Toughen up,” Astrid said, turning me around before pushing me back against the table.
I fell into a sitting position, staring at her gently swaying breasts. Then the blonde dropped to her knees, her face inches from my feet. I could appreciate her full shape now, the way her hips curved and the little fat around her midriff. I could also smell the citrus and lavender on her skin. An overpowering scent, it was sharp and sweet enough to make my head spin.
Astrid unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down.
– Boyfriend? Sarah started to say at the sound.
But Mei Ling scolded her and gave her a quick slap on the bottom. My erection was strained by my boxers all the while, almost laying the masseuse on my face. To my surprise and delight, Astrid began tracing my shaft through the fabric, running her firm fingertips from the tip of my cock to my testicles. There he held them tightly, possessively, rolling them in his palm.
– It’s not bad, she said slowly. It’s not the biggest I’ve seen, though.
In doubting my size, the primal, animal side of me began to take over. I was seconds away from stripping and stuffing all twenty inches of my cock past those beautiful pink lips of hers. To rub against her tongue. To sink my entire manhood deep into her throat. To feel her golden braids slap my thighs as I made her cry. To feel like the man I was.
Fingers shaking, I reached for the waistband of my boxers to free my manhood.
Astrid slapped my hands.
– David, she said sternly, professionally, please lie face down on the massage table.
I almost grabbed Astrid’s braids in my fists and made my way with her, but I could tell from the blonde’s stern expression that she wasn’t kidding.
– Are you okay there, baby? Sarah’s muffled voice said, trembling slightly.
– Uh, yes, dear, I replied, looking deep into Astrid’s crystal blue eyes. Heart pounding, I lay on my chest, reaching between my legs to guide my cock down toward the massage table. At least he could please me if he wanted to.
– Astrid is going to start my massage now.
– Just make sure she doesn’t do anything…
Sarah’s voice trailed off with a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream. Punctuating it were a few loud sipping sounds. Feeling a little worried, I lifted my head from the cradle to look, following their shapes through the wall of rice paper. Mei Ling sat astride Sarah’s legs, both hands kneading the flesh of her shapely buttocks. Mei Ling was bent over though, and her face seemed uncomfortably close to Sarah’s ass. Close enough for her tail to touch Sarah’s bottom. I almost said something, but Astrid pushed my shoulder with one hand.
– I’m sorry, Miss Jones! Mei Ling said. Your buttocks have many deep knots. I will have to work on them more. Please be a big girl and try to keep your voice down.
– Yes, of course, Mei Ling, Sarah whined. Just please, not so…ooh…so deep!
“And now it’s your turn,” Astrid whispered, nibbling the same earlobe that Sarah had nibbled earlier. He let it escape her lips with a sound. I realized that my body was shaking as I put my face in the support. Did this woman wake me up or was I afraid? Or both?
I gasped as a splash of oil landed on my back. In an instant, Astrid’s hands were sliding over me, stroking the oil in circles before rubbing it onto my shoulders. Her fingers touched my skin, almost teasing me, but barely coming down to massage my neck. Then she moved down to the center of my back, pressing with her palms, leaning against me with her body weight. The oil began to heat up and her hands spread their heat down my arms, sides and hips. I could feel all my stress begin to dissipate. My thoughts began to drift into nothingness, and Astrid’s hands became my entire world. It felt wonderful.
On the opposite side of the rice paper wall, Sarah screams passionately. There was the sound of flesh slapping. Mei Ling chuckled. Sarah was grunting and moaning. It was impossible to tell if he was having fun or suffering.
I started to lift my face from the stand.
– It’s good?
“I’m sure Miss Jones is taken care of,” Astrid said, pushing me back.
Now he was using the length of his forearms as a rolling pin, pressing the hot oil into my muscles.
– Isn’t it, Mei Mei?
– Oh–oh–oh yes! Mei Ling chirped. Miss Jones’s body is so firm, so taut. Too much stress. I have to…go…deeper…
Sarah screamed even louder and Astrid took the opportunity to reach under me and squeeze my nipples. I convulsed in pain, but Astrid just laughed.
– I’m glad you came today, she whispered in my ear. You and your little friend need to release some tension, and so do I.
And how are you going to do that? I wanted to ask her, but with my face in the support, it was impossible to speak without Sarah hearing me. Astrid’s hands ran up my back once more, only this time she pulled my boxers off my waist and revealed my bare ass. She pulled them past my ankles and I heard her toss them aside. Then I felt his oily hands massaging my buttocks. He ran his fingers down the outside of my legs before tracing down my inner thighs, coming within inches of my testicles. Then he moved away and repeated the process again.
Closer, I thought.Just a little closer.
And Astrid came closer, just not where I expected. Her fingers began to slide down the crack of my ass, nails tickling the base of my testicles for the briefest of moments. She slowed her long strokes as her fingers began to encircle my ass. My back involuntarily arched at the touch and I let out a soft moan.
– Are you okay, my love? Sarah cried in a pained voice.
– I’m fine, I managed to gasp as one of Astrid’s fingers poked the entrance of my virgin rosebud. Now start with the lower back. I will…
Astrid removed her finger and spread my buttocks wide. I gritted my teeth as her fingers pricked at the entrance of my hole. Breathing heavily, I felt my toes curl, fingers gripping the sides of the massage table. My hips bucked in response to Astrid’s teasing and she laughed. That made me blush with embarrassment. I knew I should have stopped her. I wasn’t supposed to let a woman or anyone touch me there!
Instead of standing up and ending the massage, the only protest I could make was the slight movement of my hips. Then I tried to tense my buttocks, shielding my precious anus from Astrid’s prying fingers.
– No hiding, said Astrid.
One of her oily hands slid down my butt and thigh. Then I felt her oily, silky fingers wrap around my testicles perfectly.
– Oh, hello, David.
She gave my family jewelry a little handshake.
– Nice to finally meet you.
I relaxed my ass, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Weak.
These were my testicles.
The most precious part of a man.
Held, literally, in the palm of a strange woman’s hand.
She pulled them away from my body as if she wanted to get a better look at my anus. The tips of her fingers touched the underside of my cock, gently massaging the now fully erect twenty cm. My face contorted in frustration. Why didn’t he give my penis the attention it deserved? Wasn’t she impressed by the size, now that she had finally seen it?
Despite my difficulty, I found myself desperate for Astrid’s approval.
I felt her climb onto the table, straddling my legs. The presence of her body on mine felt good. It felt right. If I was a man in the desert, Astrid was a glass of ice water. And I was damn thirsty.
I felt his hot, heavy breath on my right leg. The heat crept closer, closer, until I felt his teeth biting into my butt. I squeaked in surprise, barely able to contain myself. I listened to Sarah’s reaction, but she was lost in her own massage, all the clapping and moaning, contrasted with Mei Ling’s delightful moans.
Astrid giggled. Her breath now moved to my anus. It was frustratingly close. I felt something hot dripping between my crack, but it wasn’t oil. Is she… drooling in my anus?
My breath stopped, replaced by something small and firm. The tip of her finger. I whimpered like a bitch in heat, back arched, body trembling and desperate as one of her fingers plunged past my rosebud. My hips bucked from the hot, slippery intrusion. A little pain shot through me, but it wasn’t bad. Still, I felt my red face dripping with sweat, shame. I had never let a woman touch me there before. Heck, I hadn’t even tried.
– Boyfriend?! Sarah said, between her little staccato grunts. Uh-are you okay?
– Yes, I managed to gasp.
Astrid buried her finger all the way inside my ass as I tried my best to respond to my friend.
– I’m… totally… fine…
“You don’t have to worry Miss Jones,” Astrid said as she twisted her finger in circles, feeling my insides as she slowly massaged me. I’m just a little hard on him, that’s all. To get rid of all the tension.
– O-oh, well… Sarah moaned in response, followed by that oily, slapping sound and Mei Ling’s immature giggle. That worried me. If Astrid was taking such liberties with me, what was that demon doing to my girlfriend?
I almost pushed myself to look through the wall of rice paper. I almost expressed some kind of protest.
Instead, my hands dug into the sides of the massage table as Astrid slipped a second finger into my ass, twisting her hand back and forth as she explored my insides. He moved excruciatingly slowly, pushing only a few inches at a time.
Never mind Sarah. I had my own problems to worry about!
To my relief and slight disappointment, Astrid removed her fingers from my ass. I felt the cold air touch my hot insides. Then I saw his shadow moving under the massage table. Her pink toenails appeared directly under my face.
He slapped my bottom hard.
– Lie back, said Astrid. It’s time to start the next part of the massage.
Taking a deep breath, I removed my face from the holder. The air felt as cold as a winter day on my red, sweaty face.
Astrid was sitting by the table. I looked at her heaving chest, those fleshy breasts of hers and the thin fabric that kept them away from me. She smiled at me, looking pleased. Like she knew something I didn’t. I hid from her without thinking, like a scared teenager on prom night. I have never felt so small and weak in front of a woman.
Astrid nodded slightly.
– Continues.
I rolled over, panting heavily. Looking at the rice paper wall, I realized that Mei Ling’s figure was stretching across my girlfriend’s ass. Her hands were massaging Sarah’s shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth. I had never seen a massage like this before. Sarah was panting heavily, though her head remained firmly in the face support. He seemed to be doing his best not to make a sound. Mei Ling, however, let out small squeaks from the effort.
“Listen to me carefully, David,” Astrid said, stepping around the table so that she was standing directly above me.
I wanted to complain about what she did to my anus, but the blonde was shockingly beautiful, even upside down.
– I’m going to give you a very special massage now, so it’s important to relax as much as possible. I don’t want to hurt you by mistake. It might not feel good at first, but I promise you’ll start to like it if you do what I say. Keep an open mind and be nice and relaxed. Understand?
I looked into her perfect blue eyes. After he had worked her ass, I knew that this was going to be anything but a normal massage. My younger self would never have dreamed of letting a woman touch me the way Astrid did. But Sarah had changed me over the last few months, breaking my self-esteem and pride. I needed this goddess and her privacy. I had to let her use me in any way she liked.
– I think I’m ready, Astrid.
Astrid caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers, smiling warmly. The sight made my heart melt. I felt like a teenager again, eager to be touched for the first time.
– Get up a little towards me. Now drop your head back over the edge.
I obeyed, sitting up on the table and leaning my head back. I looked at my heavy breathing touching the fabric of her dress. I was inches away from her hips, her thighs, her legs…
– Best to close your eyes for this part, she said.
The moment I closed my eyes, I felt Astrid’s hands close around my neck, massaging gently. I heard her walk forward, felt the warmth of her body close to my face. The thin fabric of her dress tickled my nose and I breathed in her citrus-lavender scent. But there was still a smell underneath. Unlike many women I had smelled before. She pressed her pussy lips to my nose, only it was bigger than any pussy I had felt before. A heavy, fleshy bulge that rested comfortably against my lips.
I felt Astrid release my neck with one of her hands. Her fingers slid between her bulge and my mouth.
My heart started beating fast.
Astrid took a step back, moaning quietly. I heard the sound of a zipper, then felt something hot and fleshy pushing against my forehead, my nose, my lips. Astrid moved forward to place the meat over my chin as a soft, hairless sack suffocated my nostrils. The smell was intoxicating.
Then I realized.
Astrid had a penis.
A huge penis!
Horror gripped me. Playing with my ass was one thing, but putting a cock all over my face was too much. I reached out to push Astrid away, but she grabbed my wrists with her strong hands and pinned them to her hips.
– Keep your hands here, David. Hold on tight.
With the flesh of her testicles covering my nostrils, I had no choice but to breathe through my mouth. Astrid took the opportunity to push the mushroom tip of my cock past my lips. The bulbous head stretched my mouth to the limit. I felt it squeeze past my cheeks, tongue and the roof of my mouth before finding its true target: the entrance to my throat.
Doing my best to keep my throat closed, I grabbed Astrid’s hips and tried to push her off. I screamed for her to get away from me, but my words came out muffled on her cock. She seemed to mistake my resistance for encouragement. Before I could protest further, I felt her silky thighs wrap around my ears and cheeks, squeezing me gently. I was trapped.
“I really needed this,” Astrid whispered, caressing my cheek lovingly as her other hand gripped my neck. I tried to stop her from thrusting further, but her smooth, sweaty scrotum had completely engulfed my nose. The moment I drew air through my mouth, Astrid shifted her weight forward, sinking more of her great womanhood deep into my throat. I scooped him up and swallowed the flesh, flicking my tongue desperately. My struggle made her thighs tremble.
-You do–ah–well–ah–there–oh, my dear? Sarah asked.
“He’s doing great,” Astrid answered for me, moaning as the tip of her cock pressed against my taste buds. Now I give him a special massage. Isn’t that right, David?
I moaned into her girlish flesh as I slapped her thick hips like a fighter coming out of a submission. If I didn’t breathe soon, I was sure I would have choked to death with her cock in my throat. My efforts left Astrid and Mei Ling shaking with laughter.
“Don’t worry so much,” Astrid said, tugging on my nipples as she crawled back. With painstaking care, he removed his cock from my throat. I gulped and gasped for air as her member released, spraying hot saliva all over my chest and throat. Astrid made room for me, freeing my head from her thighs and my nose from her smooth scrotum.
Red faced and panting, I looked up at the golden goddess standing there smiling at me.
– Are you ready for more? Astrid asked.
For some unknown reason, I nodded in agreement.
Beaming, Astrid cupped my chin with two fingers. He slapped his dripping cock against my left cheek, my right, and then rubbed my forehead. Then he brought the tip to my lips. This time she used my tongue as a slide to dump all my femininity down my throat. Her testicles choked my nose and eyes, filling my vision. I licked his cock passionately, carelessly, unsure if I was trying to fight back or please him. When I felt her cock couldn’t sink any deeper, I felt my lips on her pelvis, kissing the base of her cock.
Astrid was moaning openly now, sounding like a porn star, savoring every bit of pleasure she was taking out of my body. She started rocking her hips back and forth, slowly making my neck. But because of the size of her and her testicles, it was impossible to breathe. I slapped her thighs, her hips, her ass. She cooed in response, reaching up to pinch and stroke my nipples.
I screamed into Astrid’s cock. The only answer he gave me was a deep, satisfied sound. So I sucked hard, desperately, savoring her sloppy, salty flesh. I could feel every vein throbbing with my aching tongue. My needs no longer mattered, I finally understood. My life is worth less than Astrid’s pleasure. My survival depended entirely on whether the goddess dickgirl was pleased with my performance or not.
I’m not sure how long I sat on my back with her cock on my neck. After what felt like fifteen minutes, but could have been thirty seconds, she grabbed my neck like a flashlight and exposed her cock from my throat. Her sweaty testicles came off my nose and eyes. I shivered at the sight of her cock, hovering inches above me. She clenched her fist, jerking all twenty inches of her sloppy cock, dripping semen and saliva all over my face.
– Please, Astrid, I choked, my chest heaving. No special massage.
– Does not like! Mei Ling said. But little Sarah likes my special massage. It is not like that?
– Yes, Madam Ling, Sarah answered immediately. You are the most skilled and beautiful masseuse in the world. Little Sarah was such a stupid and immature girl to doubt you.
I looked at Sarah through the rice paper wall, shocked. When had they started calling each other by different names?
Astrid put her hand on my face, absently tugging at my nose, my lips. Like my mouth was just a toy for her.
– The most skilled and beautiful, Mei Mei? Seriously?
With Ling a race.
– Oh, Astrid, don’t be jealous! I don’t care if clients prefer my services!
Astrid’s eye twitched.
– I guess I’ll have to start special massage number two.
I watched her frown as she circled the massage table. Seizing the opportunity, I tried to get up and escape. My blonde dominant was ready for me. She choked me with one hand while the other grabbed my testicles, squeezing them with her ring finger and thumb. He put me back on the massage table and held me with both arms.
– On the chest again, David, said Astrid, this time in a professional tone. It’s time to finish your treatment.
– Yes, Astrid, I answered without thinking, turning onto my chest.
Why was I listening to her so easily? What is happening to me? Then I felt his hands on my hamstrings, holding tight for balance as he climbed onto the table. He put his knees between my thighs and spread my legs.
– Miss Astrid, I said, enjoying the sound of her name on my tongue. Can I make a request?
– What is it? Astrid replied, looking impatient.
– For this next special massage, I said breathlessly, please be gentle with me.
Astrid laughed heartily, as if I had told her a truly hilarious joke. He lowered his hand down my ass, hard. The pain was sharp and I couldn’t stifle my scream.
– I can’t become good and deep if I’m gentle, she explained. I want you to feel it tomorrow. He brought his lips to my face, sipping at the entrance to my ear. To remember me all your life.
Astrid pecked my neck before walking away. I heard the fabric rustle. Then her dress flew off, landing on the floor in front of me.
