Student massage
– I’m sorry, I’m booked this week, but I have someone I can send you to, the harsh voice bellowed into the phone.
I heard about this masseuse from a friend. She was depicted as a blunt battle axe, but with superior body strength capable of crushing any tension. It hurt and I could feel another migraine coming on, I had to push it away. I wrote down the name and number and thanked the old lady.
The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t tell from where. Still, I needed release, so I called her number.
– Naturalapathy, Jennifer on the phone, a younger voice answered.
Ughh, I thought to myself. This city was full of homeopathic spiritualists, herbalists, masquerading as doctors. I didn’t believe in any of that nonsense. They would no doubt try to sell me some nonsense about crystal therapy or the like. But I needed something, so I decided to give it a try.
– Hello, Mrs. Zoeym-a referred to you, she said you take some of her appointments? Do you… massage?
– Sure, we share clients all the time. when would you like to come
– Immediately, I told him, I have a lump in my throat and I feel a migraine coming on, I added.
– Well, you’re in luck, I have an opening in an hour and I have a special cure for headaches, she answered confidently.
– Great, an hour then? I asked.
– Sure, your name?
– Steve Labord, I answered.
– Okay, there was a break, do you know where I am? she asked.
I got her address and hung up. I made sure I had clean clothes and then headed to her office.
I got there around 6pm, it was dark except for one lit office, I guessed everyone else had gone home. I thought the massage business required longer hours than most. I rang the doorbell and the door unlocked. I walked into the foyer and looked at the various magazines and photos on the wall. They were what I expected, psychic amulets, religious orders, newspaper clippings about miraculous healing. I groaned inwardly and hoped she was a competent masseuse.
The door opened and a familiar-looking young woman, no more than 22 years old, appeared. He had long blond hair, an athletic body, dressed in baggy sweatpants and a half-shirt that exposed his pierced navel. She had large breasts and only a little body fat. Again, there was something very familiar about her, but I could tell exactly.
– Professor Labord? she remarked somewhat shocked.
This was. Jennifer Stanley, she was in my critical thinking class. She didn’t do that well, looking around the walls at her mystical paraphernalia, I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t remember it looking like this, but in the classroom many students were buried under layers of clothing or hidden behind books.
– Hi Jennifer. What a coincidence, I said awkwardly.
“Hmm, that’s going to be a little weird,” she said. If you want, I can talk to Mrs. Zoey, she can find someone else, she added.
– If you know what you’re doing, I really don’t care. You will be the first and only…, I added, student of mine to see me undressed though.
I laughed uncomfortably. I immediately regretted saying it. He didn’t even say I was going to undress, I just assumed.
She looked around thoughtfully and seemed to have made up her mind.
– Sure, I think it’s nothing too strange, it’s not like I’m still your student. Oh, and you’ll be pleased to know that I’m a much better masseuse than philosopher.
She laughed lightly and tossed her hair back. The effect made her breasts move, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I swallowed hard and tried to stay focused.
She invited me in and asked me to undress while she left the room. When he came back I was safely tucked under the sheet.
I pointed to one of the posters on the wall. It showed a young girl next to an old woman.
– What it is? I asked.
– That’s me, she said cheerfully. When I was little I discovered that I had the ability to heal people. I cured that woman’s arthritis, she said excitedly. I never mentioned this when I was your student. I thought, as a critical thinker, you would be skeptical. You probably don’t believe in faith healing.
– I believe in results. If you can really heal people, well, I’d like to see that, I remarked confidently. In fact, my headache is getting worse. I hope you can heal her.
I joked, but it was true, my migraine was starting, although it was still early. I hoped that, if nothing else, a massage would loosen the muscles and reduce the headache.
I was quite conscious of my nudity, but I had had many massages before, so I wasn’t too worried. It still felt wrong to be so vulnerable even around a former student. I could tell she was excited herself.
– If you’ll let me, I’d like to try to cure your headache, I know a special technique that always works, she ventured.
“Always, that’s a pretty good report,” I said suspiciously.
– Not necessarily, she replied. Up to you.
– What do I have to lose? I answered. And relaxed on the table.
She began what seemed like a normal massage. He worked my legs and feet, arms and hands, and finally my torso. I felt fine, but the tingling sensation that sometimes accompanies such a massage combined with the headache was making me a little sick. I tried to hide my discomfort, but I wasn’t very good at it.
He stopped and looked at me, as if sizing me up.
– Okay, I’ll do it, she stated and with that she positioned herself next to my head and moved her hands to my chin.
She cradled my head between her breasts and I felt good for a moment. I began to worry about the thin sheet where my slightly hardened erection was getting more blood now. But before I could worry too much, she pulled my head firmly. The pain was intense. I started and tried not to cry out.
– It hurts? she asked. It might hurt a little, but then it will go away, I promise, she said.
With that, she applied strong pressure to my head right where it was attached to my neck. It hurt a lot, but I believed that sometimes pain can turn into healing, especially when it comes to massages.
After what seemed like a few minutes, she released her grip.
– Here, now how do you feel? she asked confidently.
I felt terrible. I was sick to my stomach and the headache was worse than I had ever experienced. At the same time, the fact that she was once my student and I didn’t want to disappoint her,m-a made me try to smile. I almost threw up and fell backwards onto the table. I had tears in my eyes and was breathing hard.
– I’m sorry, Jennifer, it’s much worse, very bad. Maybe it’s because I don’t believe in it, I added to try not to make her feel stupid.
She looked scared and ashamed.
– I’m so sorry Professor Labord, it always worked before I swear, I swear.
– It’s okay, it’s not your fault, I said trying to be convincing, but I had to admit that I felt she was partly to blame.
– Is there anything I can do to help? she pleaded. I’ll give you your money back, she offered.
– No, not really, I said as I tried to pull myself off the table. I can really only do one of two things, toss and turn in bed for a few hours or try to distract myself. I just hope to get home on my bike, I added.
– To distract yourself? What do you want to say?m-a he asked trying to help me up.
I didn’t want to discuss this with a female student. The truth was, there was only one way to distract myself when dealing with a migraine, and that was to engage in some serious masturbation. I could usually keep this up long enough and generate enough endorphins to cancel out a headache if I caught it early enough. I had my doubts about it. She was so intense.
– Umm. I can’t really explain.
I felt another wave of nausea wash over me
– But I’m not sure I can handle the bike. Can I have a little rest here?
I offered as I leaned back to keep from falling off the table.
– Of course, you were my last appointment. And maybe I can help you, how do you usually distract yourself? she offered. I feel so responsible. This has never happened before. Maybe I was emotional because you were my teacher, I don’t know what I did wrong. I really hope I didn’t do any harm.
I could tell she was being honest and seemed so desperate to help me that I decided to go ahead and take a chance.
– Listen Jennifer, if I can, you know… turn me on, I blushed, sometimes it cancels out the pain. It doesn’t always work, but it’s the best I could do. If you don’t have some morphine hidden around here.
She looked a little confused, then realized what I was saying and blushed a little. He looked around the empty desk and then turned to me placing his hand on my thigh.
– Maybe I can help you with that, he offered. I want to do it.
I wasn’t about to say no to this pretty woman with her hand inches away from my hardened cock. I leaned back and closed my eyes in silence.
I felt his hand move across the sheet until it reached my cock. She was cautious, moving so slowly and gently that I barely felt her. But even with the headache, my lower body was responding. I arched my back so slightly that my cock pressed against his hand. She squeezed it a little and began to gently rub it through the sheet.
– It feels good, I moaned through my teeth.
With that he gained more confidence and pulled the sheet off his body. She understood my now fully erect penis well. She seemed a little surprised at his size. I may not have the longest penis in the world, but it is thick, so some women have actually complained about trying to get this inside of them. She didn’t complain though.
With one hand she started stroking my penis even with artistic movements. I was not disappointed. Her massage talents were not lost in this endeavor. He seemed to know exactly how to move his fingers, how firmly to grip, when to relax, when to contract. The pleasure was beginning to eclipse the pain in my head. Then she leaned over the table and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet and I let out another moan.
– I’m sorry, she said pulling away.
– No no. I feel good, don’t stop, I whispered in a hoarse voice.
– You are so big, she giggled I don’t know what I would have done if I had known that when I was in your class, she smiled.
I let my legs part a little as she turned her mouth on my cock. It entered her warm mouth and I felt like heaven. Obviously she wasn’t the most experienced, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. He had something to prove and managed to push a large part of my cock deep into my mouth. I could feel his lips straining to get it all into his mouth.
I moved my right hand a little and felt the material of her top on my hand. I reached out and felt the material give way to the cold flesh. She let out a small whimper as my hand touched her bare flesh. I continued to move my hand up until I felt the soft curve of the underside of her bare breast. Again she sighed and began to suck my cock more energetically. I pinched her long nipple as she continued her aggressive blowjob.
She was really getting into it and I was starting to forget my headache. It was still there in the back of my mind, but all my attention was focused on my “other” head. She was rocking up and down and using one hand to pump my cock in rhythm with her lips moving up and down. The other hand had pulled down his baggy sweatpants and was pressing deep into his legs.
I moved my other hand to her head and grabbed a handful of blonde hair. I curled it around my hand and let her movements guide my hand up and down. The other hand continued to explore her ample chest. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples gently but firmly. Every time I did this, he let out a small gasp.
By now the air was thick with the smells and sounds of sex. Her hips were rolling on the hand between the table and her body. We breathe jerkily. I started pulling her hair to control the speed of her mouth, pumping my hot cock. His other hand left her breast and caressed her hip and round heart shaped bottom. He was firm and strong. I felt her muscles tense as she pressed her pussy in my hand.
As I rubbed her body with my free hand, letting my fingers grip her waist, I began to pull her pants down over her white ass. The strings of her pants were still tied and her pants could only be pulled down a few inches. But when she felt my efforts, she quickly withdrew her mouth from my cock, but kept one hand caressing it, then pulled up and, with lust in her eyes, looked at me pleadingly.
– Oh my God, yes! she begged as she used her free hand to pull at the laces of her pants.
As they loosened, I gave them a good tug and they fell to the floor. She grabbed the wet soaked panties he was in and pulled them down his legs. In an instant she was bare from the waist down. Before I could do anything, she was up on the padded table, straddling my legs and panting. He arched his back and pulled his shirt over his head. Her breasts were pulled up by the t-shirt, then bounced down, bouncing in that delightful way only breasts can.
She almost growled at me as she inched forward and positioned her wet pussy on top of my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, she spread her legs wider and reached for my cock guiding it into her wet hole. There was some initial resistance. Like I said, I’m pretty thick. But it was so hot and wet thatm-a cradled in her steaming hole.
I moved my hands to her sweet firm breast and squeezed them nicely. He arched his back again and began to move slowly up and down, back and forth. Swinging on and off his cock, shem-a ridden like a bronco. I pumped her up and down, lifting her body off the table as I drove my cock deep into her. There was one last moment of resistance, then my cock found the sweet spot and slid all the way into her. She screamed loudly.
I had to keep going into her as she started to pull back slightly. She sang softly in a high pitch. I could feel her orgasm coming. I continued, slowly picking up the pace, ever so slowly. I wanted this to last and I wanted her to climax before me. She rocked back and forth with my movement. He was biting his lower lip and his eyes were closed. I stood up with a long kick and then almost pulled away quickly. As her body began to descend from the thrust, I arched my back and thrust my cock as deep as I could.
As I was doing this, I felt her vaginal muscles begin to spasm on the penis. It was like a fit, her body was shaking inside and out. He was gasping for air and shaking on the spot. I couldn’t take it anymore and with a final series of quick pumps eliciting silent whimpers from her, I shot my load deep into her.
I collapsed on the table, she fell on top of me, crushing her large breasts into my chest. We were both drenched in sweat and burning. Meanwhile, I noticed that the headache was gone. I had a big smile on my face when I fell asleep with her in my arms.
