Gothic erotic fantasy
– So would you like a happy ending to your massage? Annette Brite asked in that sexy, elegant voice of hers.
– Uh, doesn’t that involve you…uh…rubbing it for me? asked Clive Little.
“Yes, Mr. Little,” laughed Annette. It’s really a euphemism for lightening the hands.
Little didn’t know how to answer. He was still trying to figure out how he ended up here in this salon at seven in the evening.
*****
Little had been searching the last hundred meters for a present for his wife when he noticed the New Age store on the corner of Bachman Road and Matheson Street. He hadn’t noticed it before, so he thought it must be new. He tried to remember what had been here before. Wasn’t it a sex shop or something? Anyway, something weird.
The new store was a complete contrast. It was light and airy with large, wide windows. “Crystal Soul” was painted on the glass door in bright pink crystal letters.
There was little chance, but Little was completely out of ideas at the moment. Maybe they would find something here. You never know.
As he debated whether to go in or not, he almost bumped into a tall, strikingly beautiful blonde girl. She was carrying on a conversation with someone inside, looking back over her shoulder and not seeing Little until she nearly bumped into him.
“I’m sorry,” Little said, moving out of her way.
The girl smiled back at him, brightening Little’s day as her clear blue eyes shone with hidden promise.
Wow, now here’s a beauty, Little thought, unable to look away as she walked down the street, her long blonde hair fluttering as her hips swayed provocatively. Easy Clive, the wife wouldn’t get the joke if she was here now.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to look, he thought, smiling as he turned and walked into the shop.
The girl behind the counter was also attractive. She had long black hair that cascaded down her milk white shoulders in a cascade of curls. Her face was so pale and flawless that it could have belonged to a precious porcelain doll. Her dress sense was a bit unusual though. She wore a heavy black velvet dress that seemed to belong to another bygone era.
It did, however, show off the cream stretch of her cleavage.
– Hello, can I help you?
He spoke perfectly, without any trace of an accent. She somehow managed to manage without seeming arrogant.
Little was a little embarrassed when he realized he was looking at her cleavage. He looked up to meet her eyes, hazel orbs gleaming with amusement.
“I’m looking for a present for my wife,” said Little.
– What kind of present do you think he would like? asked the girl.
“Um, you know, actually I haven’t the faintest idea,” Little replied.
– Men, laughed the girl, rolling her eyes.
When Little first saw her face, he thought of a doll, perfect but cold. He assumed it would be the same if he saw her face in a picture or photograph. It only took a smile to dispel that impression. Her face took on a real animated quality and radiated warmth when she smiled.
She looked like fun.
“We’re not very good at these things, are we,” said Little, smiling.
– Let me help, she smiled, emerging from behind the counter with a wave of her long velvet dress.
“These crystals look beautiful,” said Little, looking at a shelf that glittered with shards of refracted light.
He immediately regretted his comments. He felt like the idiot who walked into Samuel L. Jackson’s comic book store in Unbreakable looking to buy a cartoon for his kid when Jackson’s character was selling art. He tried to save the day.
– But I suppose they have another important function, like…uh…healing or something.
Little did he suspect that he was only making the situation worse. He didn’t understand this New Age stuff at all.
The girl saw that he was stumbling and laughed. She took a crystal from the shelf and stared into its dancing depths.
– Crystals mean many things to many people, she said. For some they have healing properties. Others think they’re just pretty. It’s not bad to think that way. Sometimes healing comes from owning something beautiful.
It seemed to Little that the lights in her hazel eyes danced like crystal lights.
“And then for some they’re just stones,” she said, tossing the crystal back onto the shelf. I don’t think your wife would be impressed by a pretty rock, would she?
Little’s wife, Melissa, was a practical girl. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place, though sometimes he wished she showed a more whimsical side, especially in the bedroom. The girl was right. She was unlikely to be impressed by a pretty rock. Well, it had been an attempt.
“Hmm, that’s not quite as bright, but he might appreciate it more,” the girl said, pulling out a flower-wrapped box of bath salts and oils. A good relaxing bath does wonders for rejuvenating the body.
Little took the box from her. Yeah, maybe Melissa would appreciate that more, provided they made her put the damn things in the bathroom first.
– You should treat yourself too, said the girl. You look a little tense if you don’t mind me telling you. Do you spend a lot of time in front of the computer?
– Is it that obvious? Little smiled, visibly moving his shoulder joint.
– There’s a certain tension that creeps into your shoulders from spending too much time hunched over a computer screen. There it is.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to gently knead the muscles underneath.
– That was nice, Little thought, feeling a warmth spread across his shoulder blades.
His and Melissa’s careers kept them both so busy that they didn’t have time to be as intimate with each other as they used to be.
– As I thought, all tied up, said the girl. We need to give you a good massage to work out all this tension.
– Uh?
– Oh, don’t worry, I’m fully qualified, the girl said, handing him a business card, I work in the evening after the store closes.
Little looked at the card. The name on it was “Annette Brite.”
– Look, let’s do the first session for free. A kind of tasting, said the girl. “I could handle that,” she whispered behind her hand.
Little looked at the smiling girl — Annette — in front of him. She was very attractive — hell, stop looking at her cleavage, Little thought — and the prospect of getting a massage from her was very appealing.
– Now it happens that I have a free meeting tonight at seven o’clock.
Her eyes sparkled.
– What do you say?
– Why not? Little smiled. It doesn’t hurt to try.
– Well done, that’s how I want you, said Annette.
And so Little found herself back at her shop later that evening.
*****
– I’m not sure about the… uh… “happy ending,” Little said.
She wondered what she was doing here and why she felt the need to tell Melissa that she was playing squash with one of the guys in the office instead of telling the truth. It sounds a little too intimate.
– That’s perfectly understandable, said Annette. You can always change your mind later if you want.
– It does not bother you? Little asked. She has to touch other men’s… uh…
– Penises, Annette finished for him. Not at all. It is a perfectly natural way to release stress and tension from the body. Now follow me.
Little was a little hesitant. He knew he was in very murky waters here, but he followed the strange woman to the back of her shop anyway.
– What sign are you Mr. Little? Annette asked as she led him through a small narrow corridor and then up some narrow stairs.
– Sign?
Oh, he meant the star sign, Little thought. Obvious. What was it? He did not pay much attention to horoscopes. What was at the end of february, pisces wasn’t it?
– Fish, I think, answered Little.
“A water sign, as I thought,” said Annette. That’s perfect. Asian massage with soap will be ideal for you.
Asian massage with soap?
Puzzled, Little followed her into a clean, white-tiled bathroom. The bathroom was much larger than Little expected. There was a shower stall in the corner and a large jacuzzi tub to the left of the entrance. What surprised Little was the surface of the floor.
There was a blue inflatable mattress propped up against one of the walls. Annette took it and placed it on the floor.
The bath was half full and covered in thick piles of creamy foam. Humming to herself, Annette selected a small bottle from the confusing array of oils and lotions on the shelves and emptied the contents into the water. He turned on the faucet and a pleasant herbal aroma filled the room.
– Okay Mr. Little, I’m guessing you’ve never had this type of massage before, so let me tell you a little bit about it before we begin. Asian soap massage is a very popular Thai technique where the masseuse uses all parts of her body to massage the client. It’s full body-to-body service and we’ll both be naked. You will find it very relaxing and dare I say a little erotic. Don’t be ashamed if you get excited during the massage. It is perfectly natural. Accumulating and releasing sexual energy is a healthy way for the body to release stress and tension. If you need help with this release, please don’t be afraid to ask. That’s why I’m here.
– However, Annette pointed at him, under no circumstances will I offer any form of penetrative sex. I’m not that kind of girl.
She smiled and her brown eyes twinkled.
– So, are you ready to start?
Little hesitated again. He had used words that sounded erotic. Although he couldn’t deny that he was feeling a little excited, he also felt that he was getting dangerously close to a line he didn’t want to cross.
Annette saw his hesitation and smiled.
– Mr. Little, you don’t have to worry. Our relationship will be strictly professional. I am your masseuse and you are my client. There will be no sex involved. I assure you that your fidelity to your wife will remain intact at all times.
Well, as long as sex wasn’t involved, he wasn’t basically cheating on his wife, wasn’t he…
Little began to unbutton his shirt.
– That’s how I want you, Annette smiled. You’ll be properly relaxed and on your way to better energy flow management in no time.
Annette undid a clasp at the back and stepped out of her black velvet dress. Underneath she wore a black sexy top with white frills. Her flesh was pale, almost alabaster, but her figure…
Wow, why would someone with a body like that hide it from view in such a voluminous dress? Her legs were long and beautifully toned, and her stomach was beautifully sculpted. Her body looked in good shape, but she still had a feminine figure with very inviting curves.
Still smiling, Annette untied the teddy and pulled it over her head. She was completely empty in front of him. Her breasts were large and full and Little had trouble taking his eyes off them as they swayed in front of him. He looked down at the bare folds of her pussy and then hurriedly looked away.
This was not only close to the line; this was on the line and in danger of overturning.
Annette had no qualms about being naked in front of him. He placed a plastic bowl in the bath and scooped out an even mixture of foam and scented bath water.
“If you want to wait a moment while I prepare the air bed,” Annette said, pouring the contents of the bowl onto the blue air mattress. We need to make it nice and slippery.
Little continued to undress as he watched Annette lay down on the air filled bed and begin to rub her body over the plastic surface. Gripping her sides, he slid his body up and down and side to side across the surface, covering her in a sheen of soapy water. Little watched her slide, her legs spread wide and her breasts pressed to the bed. In no time, she was going to slide over his body just like that. The imaginary line disappeared into the corner of Little’s mind.
The mattress creaked as Annette got off and curled up on her side. She smiled and motioned for him to lie down. Little removed her last article of clothing, her panties, and lay face down on the soapy mattress. The mattress was soft and wet, but the water was warm enough that the sensation was pleasant rather than unpleasant.
Little didn’t have much to think about the bed before he felt a weight on his lower back. The center of the airbed pushed down as Annette straddled his back.
– Let’s get you completely wet, Mr. Water Sign, she said.
Little felt a kicking sensation in her back as Annette scooped up a sponge filled with water and soap back. She gently rubbed the sponge over his spine and shoulders, covering him with a layer of soap suds.
Her hands continued to move, light teasing fingers that ran up his spine like spider legs and began to work the muscles of his neck and shoulders. Little sighed as he felt her insistent fingers hunt and smooth out every knot, and tension in his back and neck.
– It feels much better, doesn’t it? Annette said.
– Mmm yes, Little murmured contentedly.
They should have done this years ago.
It was only the prelude to greater pleasures as he felt the gentle pressure of her breasts against his back as she lay on top of him. She began to slide her upper body down his back like she had done earlier with the mattress. She moved her breasts in a circular motion, kneading Little’s body to greater heights of pleasure. He felt his cock harden as he sat between his belly and the soapy mattress.
She had warned him that he would get excited. Of course he would. What man wouldn’t wake up to the sensation of a hot woman rubbing her breasts against his back?
Now that she got him nice and slippery, Annette began to slide up and down his back. She slid over his buttocks and down his calves, letting her erect nipples trace lines on either side of his spine. She grabbed his shoulders and slid back up. Teasing him, she rocked her hips down on his lower back, pressing his erection into the soft mattress below.
Little felt himself melting under her erotic onslaught. If he kept it up, all of his muscles would drain into a large puddle on top of the airbed. That was fantastic.
She slid off of him and then began to slide up and down beside him on the mattress, her breasts like pillows next to him. One leg slid under his and she brought her thighs together in a sheath that brushed first his left leg and then his right leg as she switched sides.
She turned her attention completely to his feet. She climbed onto his right thigh and her expert hands began to work up and down his calves, squeezing and kneading the muscles beneath the skin until they loosened and relaxed. She pulled his leg back until his ankle rested in her cleavage, surrounded by the pads of her breasts.
He really meant it when he said he was going to use every part of his body, Little thought. He could feel the folds of her pussy on the back of his leg as she slid her crotch up and down his thigh, smoothing the thick muscles beneath. Her breasts slid up and down his calves and her fingers, those lovely fingers, worked his toes first and then moved to the sole of his foot.
Little purred with pleasure.
– It feels good? Annette asked.
“Wonderful,” Little replied, enjoying the sensation as he turned his attention to his other leg. I assume you don’t teach. My wife needs to be taught how to do this.
“If I did that, I’d lose all my customers, Mr. Little,” laughed Annette.
She returned to the bowl of soapy water and poured more onto his bottom and between his legs until she made a warm pool around his erect cock.
What happened next took Little completely by surprise as Annette pushed his legs further and then slid her lower body under his. She writhed beneath him, rubbing his cock in the narrow space between their bellies. The feel of his cock moving across her lower abdomen was maddeningly erotic.
This was little more than a professional relationship between a masseuse and her client, right?
Annette arched her body up and over his bottom until she could feel her erect nipples rubbing against his bottom.
More, Little thought as he felt her tongue around his bottom and then dancing up his perineum to tickle his testicles. He writhed in ecstasy as she tickled his private parts.
“Time to get back,” Annette said.
She crawled out from under him and then up the mattress until she was lying next to him. She slid one arm under his chest, grabbed his other arm, and then spun him around in a smooth motion until he was lying on his back, his cock swinging in the air like a pole.
She climbed back up his body and Little looked up at her, absorbed in her beauty. Her milky white breasts were covered in a layer of creamy white foam. She met his brown eyes and then stretched until her breasts rested on his chest. Then it started sliding up and down his body. Little’s face contorted in pleasure as he felt her slippery body rub against his cock. It slid straight down until it fed into the lush channel of her cleavage. Still staring intently into his eyes, she slid back up and Little felt little bursts of pleasure against his skin as her nipples brushed against his.
She continued to slide up and down, gently massaging Little’s cock between their bodies. He lay back, his face twisted in concentration. It was all he could do not to explode.
She slid higher until Little’s chin rested in her cleavage. She leaned down and whispered softly in his ear.
– Would you like your happy ending now?
Little was in no position to refuse. The feel of her body sliding over his caused a fire in his testicles that threatened to get out of control. His penis ached from the need to ejaculate so urgently that it was painful.
– Oh, yes, please, he murmured.
Annette looked into his eyes before kissing him lightly on the lips.
– That’s it. You don’t have to be shy. It is perfectly natural.
She stood up and rolled gracefully onto his stomach until she was facing his feet.
– Now lay back and relax and let me remove all the tension and stress from your body with a nice and healthy orgasm.
Little moaned in delight as he felt a soft hand move around his cock and gently began to pump up and down. Melissa’s face entered his thoughts briefly, but he hurriedly dismissed it. This was just a handjob. It couldn’t even be considered sex.
Don’t cheat on her. Not quite, not exactly.
Her light touches sent off fireworks that brought him to his limit. With a normal girl, Little would have already ejaculated, but with a little touch here and a gentle twist there, Annette was able to keep him perpetually on the verge of release, letting the pleasure build until it was like a roaring campfire through his flesh.
“Now it’s time for something a little special,” Annette said, turning to give him a cheeky smile.
He reached for something lying next to the mattress. The next sensation was one of absolute bliss as she poured a warm, viscous liquid—some sort of thick massage oil, he guessed—over his cock. Her hand gently glided over the liquid with soft sounds as she pumped his freshly lubricated member.
Little let out a long moan of pleasure. That felt heavenly. The liquid sank into his skin until his entire cock was surrounded by a warm glow of bliss. Little was surprised he didn’t ejaculate immediately. Using the fingers of her other hand, Annette applied pressure to certain points between his testicles and the base of his penis, which prevented him from ejaculating.
– What is this? Little asked. It feels wonderful.
– It feels nice, doesn’t it? Annette said, continuing to pump his cock with one hand while the other hand kept him from ejaculating. It’s vaginal fluid from a succubus. My succubus, in this case. You might remember her, she was the blonde girl you saw leaving the store earlier.
Succubus? It wasn’t some mythical demon form… ooh.
Annette squeezed his cock gently and the temporary burst of pleasure pushed all other thoughts aside.
– Succubus are demons that feed on souls. During intercourse they draw a man’s essence into his sexual organs and consume it when he ejaculates inside them.
Her hand continued to pump up and down his cock with wet noises.
– That’s what I’m doing to you now, Mr. Little. I draw all your energy, your soul if you will, right here.
Her other fingers lightly caressed his scrotum and Little arched his back as pleasure coursed through his body. He felt a little strange, like his body and mind didn’t feel quite in sync anymore.
“There are 871 known ways to extract the soul from a living human being,” Annette said, her hand gently pumping the penis. Most of these ways cause excruciating agony to the victim. The succubus method is much gentler. In a moment I will give you an orgasm so strong that you will ejaculate your own soul. I fear this will prove fatal to you, Mr. Little.
– You mean he’s going to kill me? Little asked.
He definitely felt a little strange, like he wasn’t really connected to the flesh of his body.
As pleasant as it was, this session had gone on long enough as far as Little was concerned. He commanded his body to rise and was both surprised and frightened when the command went unheeded.
– I can’t move, he said. What did you do to me?
– You relaxed your whole body, said Annette. She was still lying on his stomach with her back to him, her lubricated hand moving up and down his cock.
Little couldn’t move. He was helpless as she pumped her hand up and down his cock. With each stroke, she drew more of his essence into his swollen testicles, pulling it like a fisherman would land a fish.
– Why me? he asked.
– Please understand, Mr. Little. I hold no grudge and no malice towards you. I simply need a human soul. It was your bad luck to be the first person to come.
She ran her palm over the head of his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure pulsating down the shaft.
“They say that a man’s last moments with a succubus are one of the greatest pleasures of existence,” Annette said.
He reached into a bowl and poured more thick oil onto Little’s cock. He moaned in pleasure as the warm liquid flowed down his cock. His hips pushed up on their own. Annette rode him with serene calm, her fingers gently caressing his testicles, drawing more of his essence into his sex organs.
– Although I am a mere amateur in the arts of pleasure by comparison, I trust you will find my attentions satisfactory.
Her hand slid up and down his cock, making little wet noises as she massaged more of the happy oil into his flesh. Little’s body trembled and shook beneath her.
– Mr.
The pleasure was too great. His testicles were swollen and aching from the need to release the pressure.
“That’s it. You’re close,” Annette said. She took his cock in a two-handed grip and slid her hands up and down.
Little was convulsing beneath her. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring within him, an orgasm powerful enough to tear him apart. Her face contorted from the effort of trying to hold it back.
Annette calmly settled on his convulsing form and squeezed his cock with long, languid strokes. Little felt wetness on her stomach as the juices dripped from Annette’s aroused pussy.
– Relax. Don’t fight it. Most men grow old and gray without ever experiencing such pleasure.
– Wow!
Too much. Too much. his testicles were boiling. He had no control over his body. It was hers. She took his animal impulses and used them to enslave the rest of his flesh. His body was burning with the desire to ejaculate.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Annette said, pumping his cock faster and harder. Your body wants release. Let your body release.
God, it felt so good. He couldn’t help himself. He had to break free. He had to…
– Nghhhhhhh!
Little’s hips jerked upward as his cock erupted like a geyser. He had few moments to experience a true release of ecstasy before the force of his orgasm tore his soul from his body like a tsunami tearing away boats in a harbor. It was carried up and out of the body like ash from an erupting volcano.
For a moment, his essence swirled in the air like silk. He could look down and watch as Annette rode his body with supreme poise, milking every last drop of his essence from his traitorous cock as his body convulsed beneath her. She looked up and fixed him with her sparkling hazel eyes, smiling as her hands grabbed the strands of his ethereal form and began to wrap them around her fingers.
Her eyes loomed closer and closer, sparkling like crystals as their hard edges and angles first filled and then became his world, fixing him forever in a cold, hard prison.
*****
Annette Brite looked at the blood red crystal in her hand and smiled. Here was the human soul he needed.
She stood up, ignoring the creaking airbed beneath her, and looked down at Little’s motionless corpse. His cock was raised like a mast and his face was contorted in an expression of supreme happiness.
“I said I’d give you a happy ending, Mr. Little,” she smiled.
