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A Massage

By: SomeAussieGuy



A long soft sweet goodnight massage.

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A Massage



Even when she wasn't smiling she was the light of the party. Maybe not for everyone else, but certainly for me. With every sip of Parrot Bay her ruby red lips glistened, and I found myself drowning in her sea green eyes as I downed more Jack. Her smile though, when it did come to life, was a facade, I noticed, and the way she bit her lip and looked to the side every so often, even in the thralls of conversation, led me to believe that something was up. We talked a bit, here and there, before tonight, and I felt we were decently okay friends. I was physically attracted to her, but I wasn't even sure if she noticed me as anything more than a shoulder to lean on, but I let her lean of course, selflessly, tonight most likely wouldn't be too different. 

Guys were flirting with her and she didn't even notice. Well, she probably did, because any other night she was on top of her game, establishing rapports, and flirting right back. Her eyes found mine a few times, almost as if they pleaded for me to get her out of here. I followed her to the refrigerator and as she bent over to pull out something else to drink she immediately bolted upright, placed a hand on her back, and groaned. Instinctively my hand covered her and my other went to her hip, one of my fingertips warmly pressed into the small amount of skin that exposed between her shirt and jeans. 

"Are you okay?" I said into her ear. She bit her lip for the thousandth time that night before pulling away.

"I'm fine." she said, walking away. I spent the rest of the night wallflowering, as there was nobody else that I wanted to be with there more than her. Eventually it came down to her and I, and a completely wasted couple, who were making out on the couch. 

"As entertaining as these two schmucks are," she forced a smile and motioned to the pair, "I'm going to bed. I'm sure you can see yourself out."

We said our goodbyes and she turned to walk down the hallway to her room. I sighed as I stood, turning around to leave, when I heard a bit of a crash and another groan. Immediately I turned around to see her huddled against the wall, cursing under her breath. My arms wrapped around her to hold her up, and this time her hands dug nails into my arms. 

"I'll walk you to bed, it's okay," the smell of some fruity body wash was intoxicating as it wafted the small distance between her hair and my nose, but I mentally brushed it off as I continued to hold her hips and walk with her. 

"Fuck...I'm sorry," she muttered as I lay her down in the bed. "There's a pair of shorts and a tank top in my dresser, could you hand them to me?" she asked as she settled under the covers. I grabbed them and gave them to her before facing the other way and absentmindedly sinking into her bed. I blushed as I saw a black bra fly pass the side of my face and crumple on the floor. "You can look now," she offered. 

I turned to face her and smiled as she was as beautiful as ever. She lay on her stomach, with the blanket falling somewhere along the small of her back, her small breasts pressed against the bed. 

"Are you going to be alright?" I leaned back and rustled her hair with my hand before letting it slip to the top of her back, softly digging fingers into her shoulder blades and the space in between.

"I think so...feel free to keep that up though," she let out a sigh of contentment. Encouraged, I lay next to her, my face inches from hers as I began stroking up and down her back, my warm hands burning into her exposed skin, as well as cooling off when I felt the material of her tank top. She moaned a bit as I reached the small of her back, and I moved the cover down for easier access, her rounded ass clad in skin tight shorts now exposed. I felt my cock beginning to rise and the pressure of it being pressed against the bed didn't help. I looked across to the beauty by my side, her eyes were a bit glazed over, but a true, genuine smile crossed her lips. I bit my lip, a bit nervous of the move I was about to make, but slowly I slide my hand and fingers up inside of her tank top, pressing into and kneading her tan back, paying close attention to each bone in her spine. I continued this, up and down her back, getting closer and closer to her rear with each press, and I noticed her arm splayed out in front of her. I could feel her shift beneath me as I approached her ass, and when my fingers skated across the last bit of skin before the material, she sighed and grabbed a handful of pillow. I licked my lips and smiled as she opened her eyes, innocently and silently asking me what I was going to do next. 

I ran my hand up her back one more time but as I reached her bottom I slid a finger under the material of her shorts, and skirted it around, feeling a bit of the crack of her ass and the perfect globes of her buttocks. Her breath caught in her mouth. As I slide a few more fingers into the material, my other hand pulled her hair out of the way and I softly kissed behind her ear, and then trailed a path down her neck and between her shoulder blades as my fingers tightened their grip on their new-found territory. She softy moaned and then let out a groan of disappointment as I pulled my fingers out of her shorts.

"Scoot forward," I breathed hotly into her ear. She complied and I found myself squeezing her ass and kissing her back. I let my lips travel lower as my fingers began working her thighs, and down her legs, then back up, rhythmically as I kissed the small of her back. As my hand slid up between her thighs, she spread them slightly, and I smiled as I pressed my hand in between. She let out another soft moan as I felt the wetness forming, and I ran a finger up and down her slit. I smiled as she pressed back into me. I stopped only to put my hands on her hips and flip her over, my eyes quickly roaming over her body. Her soft, small breasts were begging for release from her tank as her nipples pressed hardly against the material. She bit her lip as she spread her legs for me, and I quickly slid in between, my mouth finding hers as her hands worked to remove my shirt. I throbbed against her and began bucking my hips and she responded in kind as our tongues hungrily wrestled with each other. My hands skirted up her taut stomach to grab and squeeze her breasts as her tank ran up with them, I hungrily moved to kiss her neck and collar bone before diving into her small but perfect mounds, and her fingers ran through my hair as I lapped at each nipple. 

With surprising force she pulled my face back up against hers as her other arm shot down between our crotches, grabbing my full, thick cock in my shorts, stroking it for a bit before sliding inside of its confines. Her hand was warm and inviting and I moaned into her mouth and bit her lip as she wrapped her fingers around my thick cock. I felt her smile through our kisses as she pulled it out and eagerly stroked it. My hand snaked down as I kissed and bit at her neck again and slid into the front of her shorts and panties, skating over shaved skin and sinking a finger into her already dripping folds. 

"Ahhh fuck," she moaned hotly as I pressed my thumb into her clit and my fingers roved her depths. She arched her back and pressed into my hand as she moaned and breathed quicker. "I need you inside of me," she whispered before biting my ear and helping me out of my shorts and boxers. I pulled her shorts and panties off, as she arched her back to make it easier. My hand absentmindedly stroked my cock as I gazed down at her shiny, shaved cunt, and I smiled as I sunk into her, inch my inch. Immediately she moaned and dug her nails into my back, but I stifled that with my lips, groaning into her and beginning to slowly hump. Her perfect legs wrapped around me and held me tight as she thrust back up onto my cock. We were a perfect machine of lust at that point, building up a rhythm as we kissed and nipped at each others lips and neck. I picked up speed as I throbbed inside of her tight, choking depths. 

Somewhere along the way our foreheads pressed together and we lost ourselves inside each others eyes, our fingers interlocked and our moans and groans became one. 

"I'm close.." I managed to get out as I increased speed one last time.

"Me too," she whispered smiling up at me before her moans increased and her hands squeezed mine, I felt my balls tighten and cum travel through my shaft, exploding out of my head into her, and as I slowed to a stop I felt at home in her warm pussy. I kissed her on last time before sliding out of her, wrapping an arm around her nude form, and falling asleep by her side. 



A Massage



You have been working hard, on your feet for several days in a row, and your arms, back, and legs ache. You decide to book a massage at a new massage parlor that opened up in the neighborhood, to check it out.

You arrive a few minutes before your scheduled appointment, and look around the lobby. There is soft lighting, and several graceful plants. There's a small noise machine on the floor making ocean sounds. The room is slightly warm, and you take off your jacket and notice a small closet with a single coat hanging there, and you hang yours next to it. There's a comfortable looking couch, and you sit down, close your eyes and inhale deeply through your nose, and the air smells fresh and clean. You already feel your mind start to relax, away from the hustle and bustle outside.

After a few minutes like this, you open your eyes, and notice me standing by the door to one of the massage rooms. I'm smiling, as I have been watching you for a few moments, enjoying your beauty, and not wanted to disturb your moment of quiet.

I greet you warmly, and let you know that I have just opened recently, and hope to make a good impression so you'll come back, and more importantly tell your friends to visit. In fact, you are my only appointment today, so I let you know that I'll give you the works.

You look me up and down appreciatively, I'm wearing a snug T-shirt and shorts, and you can see my strong chest and arms, and well-proportioned body. I'm smiling as you gaze at me, and you notice that I am also taking you in.

I go to the front door and put a sign up that says "back in an hour." I explain that my assistant has left for the day, leaving me as the only one at the parlor today. 

I open a side door, and present the massage room to you. You look in to see a comfortable sized room, with a side table with several lotions and oils arrayed on it, and a new massage table with a pillow, and a new, white face towel over it. A thick, plush towel covers the table, and another towel is neatly folded at the edge of the table. You enter the room, and I ask you to disrobe completely, other than your underpants, cover yourself with the folded towel, and call to me when you are ready. I close the door to wait for you to get situated.

You quickly disrobe, placing your clothes in a neat pile on a chair, leaving nothing but a small, pink thong. You climb up on the table, and drape the towel over your body, and ease yourself onto the pillow, loving the soft feel of the towels on your skin. You call to me, and I open the door, closing it behind me.

I ask where you need the most attention, and for a moment a wicked thought crosses your mind, and you squeeze your thighs together. After a brief pause, you say it's your feet and legs. I tell you that I'll start there first, and roll the towel up from your legs, folding it over your ass. You are watching me as I look up and down your legs, and you notice I'm inadvertently biting my lower lip. You know that I am appreciating your body, and you smile. 

I then ask if you have a preference for oils, and you tell me to surprise you. You look over to the side table as I pick up a bottle of jojoba oil and pour a liberal amount in my hands.

I start to rub your feet, massaging the souls of your feet with deep pressure, and your toes. The heel of your foot. It feels so good that a soft moan escapes your lips. Your eyes closed, you quickly start to relax from the massage. 

I use more oil and move up to your calves, working my strong hands and fingers into the muscles, releasing all the tension and ache of being on your feet for all those photo shoots. My hands continue to climb up your leg, to your thighs. I am using my thumbs to apply good deep pressure to the backs of your right thigh, my fingers splayed across you, fingertips working into the sides of your leg like I'm playing the piano. My hands slide higher and higher, up to the base of your ass, then back down again. Now I'm working on your left leg, with my hands starting low across your thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to your pussy. 

I go back to your right leg, and say I want to give some more time and attention to your thighs, and you sigh your approval. You feel yourself both relaxing and yet starting to feel slightly aroused each time my thumbs get close to you. This time, as I climb up to the top of your leg, my index finger brushes the fabric of your panties, and you gasp and open your eyes to look at me somewhat accusingly. I apologize for letting my hand slip, but you can tell that it wasn't a mistake. And you are somewhat surprised to feel that you are a little damp with excitement. 

Your mind is racing, and your heart starts beating a little faster. You tell me to be more careful, but to keep going with the massage. I fold the towel down over your legs and roll it down from your shoulders.

I apply yet more oil and massage your neck, down your right arm, to your hand, and your fingers, one by one. I move to your left arm and repeat the process, and then back to your neck and shoulders, down your upper back. As I move my thumbs in broader circles on your back, my fingers slide to the edge of your back, curling around you to gently caress the sides of your breasts. This time, you don't stop me at all, and find yourself getting even more turned on. 

I work down to your lower back, relaxing all the muscles and then pull the towel down further to expose your ass. I pour some oil directly on your skin, massaging your ass with my hands, and pulling your cheeks gently apart, then back together again. You like the feel of this, and I can tell you are excited, as the smell of the oil is now starting to commingle with the scent of your sex. Your breathing has started to quicken, and you are watching me massage you, noticing a hungry expression on my face. You wonder if I am going to take things further, and if you will try to stop me if I try. I smile at you, and tell you to try to relax, and you smile back, somewhat incredulously.

I ask you to turn over on your back, and you comply. I inhale sharply as you turn on your back, and you know that I am appreciating your beauty. I remove the towel completely, and let it drop to the floor. You turn your head to the side, your eyes at the level of my waist, and you notice a big bulge in my shorts. You can tell that I want you. Your eyes widen in anticipation, and feel open minded to whatever comes next. 

I continue to massage your arms, and down to your chest. I pour the oil on your breasts now, my large, warm hands sliding over your luscious breasts, and start to slowly caress each breast, my fingertips circling your nipple, and now slowly pinching and tugging on one, then the other. Watching them get stiff, and watching your breathing start to get faster as you get more and more excited.

I move down your belly, to the top of your panties. My fingers slide between your thighs, and I say, there's one last place I need to massage, and you grunt your approval, urging me on. My fingers start to slowly circle your clit through the fabric of your panties, and you start to moan as you get more and more excited. Your hips start to grind on the table as my pace quickens. With my free hand, I pull the fabric to the side, exposing your pink pussy fully, the lips swollen and glistening with desire. I slip first one, and then a second finger inside your slippery folds, and you gasp, your pussy tight around my fingers. Your sex is starting to pour from you, and my fingers rhythmically slide in and out, making small come hither movements inside you, bumping your g spot, while my other hand continues to stimulate your swollen clit.

You lift your head from the table, breathing hard, your own hands up to your breasts now to pinch and tug your nipples. Feeling the crest of a massive orgasm building higher and higher. Your scent fills the air, and you clench tightly around my fingers. You cry out in ecstasy as the wave crashes over your body, escaping from you in a gush of pure release, soaking me with your desire.

I smile, slowly removing my fingers from inside you, my other hand slowing its touch on your clit, which is still buzzing with desire, and wanting more. I finally stop, as you collapse back on the massage table, a giant smile spread across your face. I hope you enjoyed it!



A Massage



We met in the parking lot of the corner drugstore. She had answered my craigslist ad for an erotic massage. I told her I would show her ID and that she could always decide to leave. The young, slender, dark hair girl walking towards me had me wondering. She looked so young, she was very pretty. 

I nodded to her and she got into my vehicle. I asked her "everything seem ok? Are you ok going with me?" 

She said yes and I pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the back gate of my resort community. 

As we drove I asked her if she was at least eighteen. She smiled and said; yes she was well over eighteen. That she looked so young because she was half Asian. She told me her husband had suggested she come for the massage. I responded that she could give him some pointers afterwards if she wanted to. The comment about a husband struck me as odd.

As we pulled into my garage I was happily excited. This young woman knew what I was offering, since I had posted a detailed description of the massage. 

She knew that it would be undraped, total body and that it would include anal sphincter, vaginal and clitoral massage. She knew that I would be massaging every inch of her body from head to toe. Even down to individual fingers and toes.

I was looking forward to this more than I usually do because she was so much more attractive than most of my clients. Not that I haven't had some nice ones.

I ushered her into the bedroom. Told her she could use the bathroom and undress in there. We'd be doing the massage on the bed. 

I turned and looked out the window so as to not appear too eager. I was much older than this young lady and was being careful not to creep her out. I am an attractive guy, even to some younger women, but demeanor can mean a lot. 

As the door to the bathroom opened I slowly turned. She came into the bedroom wearing only bra and panties. I was struck at the perfection of her figure. Swell of breasts tapering to a slender waist with flat stomach. Then a gentle flair of her hips. No tattoos to mar her beauty, just a small stud piercing in her belly button. She looked at me and said "Do you massage me like this?" 

I replied "No, you really should take those off, but only if you're comfortable enough." She quickly shed the bra and panties. 

I indicated how she should lie on the bed and watched her as she lay face down. It was hard not to sigh at the exquisite vision before me. She was perfection. Her small perfectly proportioned breasts with puffy nipples. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair just above lovely swollen labia major. 

I began with a light touch around her shoulders. I proceeded a little deeper and felt her relax as I massaged her shoulders and then arms. I massaged her hands, taking them in mine in an intimate gesture, but still kept moving with the massage rhythm. 

It was a real exercise in self-control, since my primal desire was to be inside this perfect creature ejaculating my essence deep into her. That of course wasn't going to happen. 

Now I was moving down her back, taking my time, feeling the muscles soften and relax as I pressed and rubbed. I was approaching her buttocks. Lord I thought to myself, you are indeed the greatest artist. 

I massaged her buttocks and moved down her legs. I massaged her thighs and moved them outward, so a little more of her was exposed. I went down to her feet, massaging, touching. Rubbing between each toe, massaging each toe. I rubbed up on her legs, encouraging circulation towards her core. 

As I moved up to her thighs I began working on the inner thighs, going higher until I was just brushing her vagina. I saw her lips were swollen and I could see moisture glistening from within her labia minor. As I moved upwards, I slipped my fingers between her lips and felt her moisture. She sighed.

At this point I stopped the massage and put an exam glove on my left hand. I took some KY jelly and lubed her anal area, while I held her cheeks apart with the fingers of my other hand. I told her "Take a deep breath and hold it as I slide my finger in." 

She did as I instructed and I pressed gently until she relaxed slightly and my finger slipped into her. I pushed all the way in and then let my thumb fall naturally so that I could gently hook it into her vagina. I gently squeezed in a pulsating action. 

I continued the anal/vaginal massage for about five minutes. Knowing that during that time she would become more sensitive as blood rushed to the area. It was also a period of surrender and acceptance. She lay there quietly. Reacting ever so slightly to my ministrations. 

I was still reveling in the fact that I had my fingers inside this beautiful creature. This in and of itself was worth all my effort in advertising and giving free massage.

My genital area ached with need and my balls felt very full.

After a time, I told her to turn over onto her back. I told her I would keep my fingers in her so she should move slowly. 

As she lay on her back, I put a pillow under her head. With my fingers still in her, I began rubbing her tummy. Then working up to her breasts. I gently squeezed those wonderful puffy nipples and she whimpered a little. Whether in desire or distress I could not tell. I looked down at her and asked "Everything alright? Is there anything else you'd like?" 

She had her eyes closed as she was focusing on the sensations. She asked "Would you suck my nipples please?" 

I responded by leaning down and licking first one and then the other. Finally I gently began kissing and sucking them. She moaned.

As I ministered to her breasts, I put my free arm around her in a partial caressing gesture. I asked her "Anything else you need?" 

I had no intention of fucking this young woman, no matter how badly I wanted to. So when she said "It would be perfect if I could have your cock in my mouth." I caught my breath and with my free hand I took a few moments to drop my shorts and pull off my t-shirt. 

I have mild erectile dysfunction, but my penis was firm and nice sized. I was dripping pre-cum. 

I stood before her naked. As I moved up so that she could take me in her mouth I asked "Is it ok if I cum?" She nodded in the affirmative and took me as deeply as she could in her mouth. 

I continued massaging her anus and vagina, but was really focused on the sensation as she held me in her mouth. She moved in very tiny movements, just enjoying the feel of my penis in her mouth, and no doubt the taste of my pre-cum. I know from experience that it is a salty-sweet flavor.

I only lasted for a few minutes until I felt my ejaculation building. I said "OH, I'm getting close." 

She whimpered as if she needed it. 

Soon I was ejaculating into her mouth, moving in limited thrusts so as not to choke her. 

It was a strong and prolonged climax. She sucked and slurped as my semen ran down her throat. 

After I had finished, she kept me in her mouth for a while. I stood there on shaky legs. Finally I pulled away and asked her "May I kiss you? I'd like to taste myself in your mouth" 

She smiled and we kissed deeply. It was electric and the taste of myself in this exquisite young woman's mouth made me groan.

After we kissed I asked her "Would you please let me return the favor to you?" 

She nodded and I said "I'd love for you to sit on my face while I give you a g-spot massage." 

So she got up, I removed the exam glove and lay on my back. She straddled me and I buried my face between her legs. 

I reached up with two fingers and found her g-spot. At the same time I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. She was so wet and clean smelling. 

Soon my face was wet with her juices. We went on like this for quite a while. She was now grunting and crying out. I exposed her clitoris from beneath its hood and started kissing, licking and sucking on it. I could tell from her movements and groans that it wouldn't be long. 

She came with a huge crying shudder. It was glorious. My wet face felt a renewed gush of warm fluid flowing out of her, into my mouth and all over my face. 

She came down from the orgasm with ever decreasing whimpers until finally she was done.

When we finally recovered, it was time to dress and leave. I asked her if she enjoyed it as much as I did and she said "Just know that you are very good." 

Right before I dropped her off in the drug store parking lot I said "you know I don't know your name." 

She smiled and said "Katie." 

I replied "Well Katie, hope to see you again." She nodded, smiling and waved as she drove away.



A Massage Between Friends



I met her on her day off at her studio under the pretense of getting a relaxing massage, though we both knew what the real purpose of our meeting was: to fuck each other's brains out. We had gone to high school together and had recently re-connected, and quickly found ourselves highly attracted to each other. This wouldn't have been a problem if not for the fact that we are both married now. As it is, this fact only made me want her even more. You see, I love sex with married women. The fact that she is on the plus side only increased my desire for her as I love big beautiful women as well, especially when they are as beautiful as she is, and believe me, she really is beautiful. 

I honestly had no sexual intensions towards her when we initially re-connected, but she is so beautiful and a flirtation developed so quickly that within days I was fantasizing about her constantly and masturbating daily. Our flirtation quickly turned into sexting; sharing our mutual fantasies and desires for each other, as well as explicit pictures. By the time we finally met up, I practically had the entire sexcapade mapped out in my head. That it went down pretty much as I had imagined it did not lessen the excitement or pleasure of it in the slightest. In fact, if anything, it was even better than I thought it would be. 

She told me to undress completely and lay down on her special hand crafted spa bed while she left to "get things ready." I was so excited and couldn't keep my hands off of myself, stroking my cock till I was stiff as a board. When she returned she was wearing nothing but black lace boy shorts and a sexy black corset. She immediately noticed my rock hard erection, giggled and said, "Well I guess you're ready!" Walking over to me with a sly, sexy look on her face, she took my cock in her hand and gently began stroking it. She then bent over and began licking her tongue up and down the length of my six inch shaft before sucking the tip of my cock into her mouth. 

I gasped as I felt her mouth take me in and reveled at the sight of her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. I loved watching it slide in and out of her mouth and she looked so sexy with a full mouth, gazing up at me with those beautiful eyes. It was clear she knew what she was doing as she expertly worked her tongue, mouth, and hands together, stroking me with one hand and caressing my balls with the other. It felt so fucking good and I moaned loudly, especially when she slid her middle finger into my ass. All I wanted to do was fill her mouth with my hot cum, and it didn't take long before I had my wish, shooting a huge load down her throat which she swallowed completely. 

She smiled down at me with a faux innocent look and asked, "I guess you liked that?" 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked her in return. Getting up from the bed I told her to take her corset off and lay down. "It's your turn now," I said. She did as I asked, exposing her incredible breasts to me, and then kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue and it gave me a rush. As we embraced I caressed her tits and pinched her hard nipples causing her to catch her breath. She laid down on the bed and I bent over to suck on her pink nipples. She instantly began moaning as I suckled, nibbled, and licked her wonderfully hard cherries. I loved how hard they were. I could already feel myself starting to get hard again. 

As I sucked on her nipples, I reached a hand down inside her lace panties. Her body stiffened as my fingers touched her clit and rubbed her wet slit. God how I love a wet pussy so much, and her pussy was soaking wet already. I wanted to taste her badly, and to make her cum in my face. I kissed my way down her delightful belly and licked her clit through the soaked lace fabric. She moaned louder and begged me to take her panties off, and I was only too happy to oblige her. Her bare waxed pussy was absolutely gorgeous. She looked amazing laying there, naked with her legs spread wide and I immediately dove in, driving my tongue deep inside of her, savoring the taste of her sex. She was absolutely delicious and I couldn't get enough. But the key to a woman's orgasm is through her clit so I quickly began to concentrate my efforts with my tongue on her hardened love button, while simultaneously sliding a pair of fingers inside her. She went wild with that, thrusting her pussy in my face and grabbing my hair and pulling me as close as she could. I could tell she was as worked up as I had been and wouldn't last long before she came. I then pulled my middle finger out of her pussy and slid it into her ass, which drove her fucking crazy. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she screamed over and over as my tongue diddled her clit and my fingers worked in and out of both her pussy and her ass. I wanted badly for her to cum hard and moments later, I got my wish as she exploded in my face, literally. She had told me that she actually squirted on occasion and I was hoping this would be one of those times, and to my great delight, it was. She very literally came all over my face, gushing her sex juice into my mouth. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced and when she was done cumming, I was once again hard as a fucking rock. Having made her cum on my face, I was now intent on making her cum again, this time all over my cock. 

I climbed up onto the custom built spa bed and positioned myself above her and kissed her again, this time giving her a taste of herself and she responded by sucking her juices from my goatee. She was a great kisser. I loved how she kissed me; very soft and wet without being sloppy wet. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer and we kissed passionately for several minutes, our bodies pressed tightly together and grinding against each other. 

She soon reached down and took my cock in her hand, guiding it inside of her. She was absolutely soaked and I slid easily inside of her, gasping as I did because it felt so good. Her pussy felt simply amazing, so warm and as soft as velvet. Gradually I began to work myself inside her, and then back out right to the tip of my cock, before sliding back in all the way. I fucked her slowly like that for about 15 minutes, kissing her passionately as my aching cock filled her throbbing pussy. I kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, making my way down to her nipples, all the while fucking her slowly, and taking my time. I was definitely in no rush for this to be over. 

She moaned softly as I nibbled on her hardened nipples while I slowly and deliberately penetrated her. "Oh fuck that feels so good," she whispered softly into my ear. "I fucking love how your cock feels inside me. Please don't stop!"

The sound of her moaning and groaning, combined with the look on her face, was driving me wild with lust. She looked and sounded almost as good as she felt, and we were only just getting going at this point. Gradually I began to pick up the pace, fucking her harder and faster, and she got louder and louder as I did. We settled into a perfect rhythm together with her thrusting her hips forward to meet my pounding cock, her hands on my ass pulling me towards her. Damn this woman knew how to fuck! I would pull all the way out to the very tip of my cock and then slam back into her hard and deep. She would let out a little cry with each thrust, "Yes!...Yes!...Yes!" and she was soon begging me to fuck her harder and harder. "Fuck me baby, fuck me hard! Harder! Harder!! Fuck your cock feels so good so deep! Fuck my pussy hard and deep!! Oh fuuuuckkkkk!!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was a good thing I'd just cum in her mouth or I doubt I'd have lasted very long with her looking and sounding so good, but after about 15 more minutes of fucking her like that, I decided I needed her from behind and pulled out of her, telling her to roll over. She did as instructed, facing away from me, ass up and face down, pleading with me to fuck her some more. "Please baby, fuck me! I need your cock inside me again now! Please!!"

Her ass looked so good in front of me like that that I had to have a quick taste. I leaned over and licked her from behind, tasting her pussy first, then licking up her slit to tickle her puckered little asshole with my tongue. This drove her crazy. "Oh God yes! Fuck! That feels good!!" she cried out as I tongued her ass. She reached a hand up underneath herself and started diddling her clit while I licked her ass. "Fuck baby, I need you to fuck me now! Please, I need your cock inside of me, please!" Her voice was filled with wanton lust. 

I love how women look when they are getting fucked from behind, and she was no different. I slid my thick six inches back inside of her doggy style and began pounding her hard, spanking her ass as I did, eliciting more cries of joy from her. After a few minutes, I slid my thumb into her ass. This really got her going. It was almost too much for me to take and I had to slow down to keep from coming. I really wanted this to last. Meanwhile she was really working her clit while I slid in and out of her and I could tell she was getting close again.

I was working my cock into every crevice of her drenched pussy and she was really bucking back hard on my cock. My thumb was fucking her ass at the same time and suddenly she was cumming hard and once again squirting her juices, this time all over my cock. I responded by fucking her as hard and deep as I could and in response her orgasm seemed to last for minutes. In fact, she told me later it was the longest, hardest climax she'd ever had. Her sexual bliss sounded so heavenly that I simply couldn't take any more and I blew my own load deep inside of her, filling her pussy with my hot cum. 

Afterwards we collapsed together and I laid next to her, my cock still inside of her, for about 20 minutes. As I said, it went down pretty much exactly as I fantasized it would, but it was even better than I imagined it might be. The great thing is, sex between two people is never as good the first time as it is once those two people get to know each other. Boy I can't wait to really get to know her.



A Massage Fantasy



The mist swirls around the cozy wooden cottage nestled in the volcano rain forest. A light stream of smoke spews out of the chimney. I walk up to the door and as I'm about to ring the bell, the door opens. In front of me stands Maggie the massage therapist, a full bodied women, but not fat, strikingly good looking with piercing brown eyes, in her mid forties or early fifties. She smiles and introduces herself "Hi, I'm Maggie, you must be David." I nod yes as I notice that she is wearing the sheerest, white gauzy, dress which shows off her buxom breasts nicely. Her firm nipples' pushing their way through is a tantalizing sight. It spurs a tingling in my balls as my cock starts to twitch. I smile back as she ushers me in. Her house is warm and bright and as she leads me down the hall to the massage room I can't help but notice that her dress is practically see through. I can see the nice curves of her butt and when she turns to me I can clearly see her nicely groomed pubic hair that's framing her lush pussy. I glimpse her eyeing me as we enter the room. She smiles "I hope its warm enough for you".

"Yes thanks" I reply.

"What's your comfort level?" she asks. I give her a quizzical look. "Well I like my subjects naked. Does that bother you?" She asks. 

"No, unless I get aroused then that might be embarrassing" I say with a smile. She smiles back and says with a wave of her hand "Guys get hardons all the time. Don't let that bother you. If it happens just relax it won't bother me. I'll be back in a bit why don't you disrobe and lie on the table" as she closes the door. I get undressed and lie face down on the table and cover myself with the sheet. I put my head on the head rest and through the hole I have good view of the floor in front of me.

As I lie there I hear the door open and Maggie walk in. She comes up to the table and gently puts her hand on my back lightly gliding her hand down to my butt and ever so lightly gives my ass a slap. "Well, I don't think we'll need this. Do you?" as she lifts off the sheet that covers my naked body. She then moves and adjusts the pillow that my legs rest upon at the same time she adjusts my legs by spreading them apart. "Hum, that's better. Nice bum." she chirps. She puts her hand on my ass and softly runs her finger along my crack and moves up my back till she reaches my head. Through the head rest I can see her feet as she stands in front of me. Then her white dress falls around her ankles and with a jig of her feet tosses it aside, all the while stroking my head with her hands. As she works on my head and neck she drops to her knees, giving me a perfect view of her nicely manicured pussy, with her pubic hair perfectly trimmed.

She stands and puts her pussy next to my head as she works her hands down my back. She does this several times, each time reaching lower and massaging my ass crack till she reaches my asshole. As she leans forwards her breasts rub against my naked skin. My cock surges with blood and forces my ass to trust upwards. "Nice, very nice" I hear her say.  



She works her way down my body to my left arm. She pulls my arm towards her and my hand reaches her pussy. She let's my fingers play with her pubic hair and reach down to find her vagina. She let's me tickle her clit for just a little bit, and then she moves to the other arm. Again she lets my right hand finds her pussy only this time it's ozzing and wet.

She moves on to my legs lifting each one up, first the left then the right, each leg gets a massage that reaches up to my groin and her fingers touch on my scrotum, and tickle my balls. Each time she does this my cock swells and throbs until I have a huge hardon. Her fingers find my throbbing shaft and stroke it. 

Then she says "time to turn over". 

"I'm afraid I got a bit aroused." I state as I roll onto my back as my hard cock thrusts skywards.

"That's just fine." She says with a smile as she stands behind my head. Her pussy brushing my hair as her hands rub my chest. Her fingers play with my hard nipples and then she leans over and her breasts cradle my face. She moves each breast over my mouth and lets me fondle each nipple with my tongue. As I'm licking her breasts she is flicking her tongue around my navel and nibbling my short hairs. She leans over more, pressing her pussy on to my head, as she nibbles down my happy trail till she reaches my trimmed pubes, biting the longer tuffs of hair in the center. Just as she reaches my stiff cock, she pulls back. She lays her hands on either side of my pubes as she moves to the other side of the table. She rubs the insides of my thighs gently spreading my legs wider. My cock is throbbing so hard I feel it's going to burst. Then a trickle of pre-cum seeps out and a grin comes across her face. "If you want to cum its all right by me."

"If you keep doing what you're doing, I think I will." I groan.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks.

"That's up to you." I moan. With that she leans over and takes some pre-cum off my cock with the tip of her tongue. While all this time she's massaging the insides of my thighs, letting her fingers explore my ass and balls. My cock twitches as more pre-cum oozes out. She stare at my moist cock "I love it when a man comes" she mutters as she licks the top of my dick, taking more pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. She lets it drip off as she pulls back to get a better view. She moves her right hand up and softly grabs hold of the base of my near exploding member, while with her left she keeps on massaging my balls and lets a finger find my asshole. I can't take it any more and mutter "I'm cumming!" She smiles as she gently strokes my shaft until it explodes. The first shot of cum hits her on the cheek. The next two shots splatters on my chest and the rest ooze down my cock. She gently squeezes my dick till the last drop of cum streams out.

With a smile she stands and reaches for a warm damp towel and gently cleans me up. I look up and say "Now that's the best massage I ever had."

"Well, if you enjoyed it you'll have to cum again." She replies with a smile and a wink.



A Massage for Master



Rose brushed a strand of hair from her face, "Ready to get out Master?"

"Yes Slave, dry me off."

Rose pulled the plug in the warm bath water and got off her knees to grab the fluffy white towel. Her Master Ben stood up and waited for her to dry him off. She started at his head and worked her way down to his feet. The air was very steamy from the bath water so her Master got sweaty, however she was drying him off the best she could.

Even though she was naked like she always was when washing Ben, she was sweaty herself from washing her Master and tried to hurry so they could go into the bedroom for some cooler air. When she finished she kissed his feet and waited on her knees for Ben to step out. As he did so he patted her head, "Good girl."

Ben lay down on the bed waiting for his slave to pamper him.

"Master would you like to be rubbed down with powder or lotion today?" she asked.

"Both Slave, but I'm a little hot right now, just massage my feet for a few minutes while I cool off."

Rose replied, "Yes Master."

Rose went to the foot of the bed and rubbed her Master's feet. She really enjoyed doing it and amazingly it relaxed them both. Every few minutes after rubbing them she would lean down and kiss each foot, sometimes even licking them from the heel to toe. She heard a soft snore and shook herself from her reverie. Looking at the clock she thought to herself, "Wow, I've been doing this for over a half our now!"

She got the lotion out and Ben stirred at the quiet noise she made as she walked around to rub him down. Still half asleep he absently stroked her side with his hand as she started to massage him. Starting at his face she rubbed the cool lotion over his cheeks and forehead. Neck, chest and arms are next. She took her time over each section so she doesn't miss a spot. 

They didn't speak much during these weekend massages. Ben because he enjoyed the pampering form his Slave and Rose because she was focused on making it enjoyable as possible for her Master.

She moved down to his cock and balls. Like always it grew at her attention to it and as always that brought a little smile to her face. Focusing on her task at hand she reluctantly left his area and moved to his legs.

"Master would you like to turn over so I can get your backside?"

Ben rolled himself over so she could now do his back. Taking the lotion she rubbed it into his neck. She did her best to do a deep tissue massage there to ease any tensions away. She stroked, rubbed and massaged his neck and upper back for several moments, his little moans of pleasure let her know she was doing it right. She placed light kisses down his back ready to move on to his ass and lower back.

As she was rubbing his ass down Rose couldn't help but rub her thighs together a little. God help her but even doing this for her Master turned her on to some degree. She placed a few kisses on his tight ass, admiring it as she did so.

Her Master did a lot of walking so she took extra time to work over his leg muscles as well. That chore finally done she got the powder out to start at his feet. 

She kissed his feet softly at first but then somewhat harder as she gets into worshiping her Master. Taking the powder she softly rubbed it onto his feet. She noticed a small rough spot on his big toenail and quickly took care of it with a nail file. His feet properly pampered she gave his toes a quick lick and moved back over his legs, ass and back with the powder.

Once again she took her time on his upper back and neck. Not sure if Ben was awake or not she gently shook him, "Master I finished your back, let me powder your front please."

Slowly he rolled back over and Rose powdered his front side starting at his chest, then his cock and balls followed by legs and finally his feet. 

She noticed her Master was once again almost asleep so she decided to massage his feet for awhile. After all it was the weekend, it wasn't like they had anything pressing to do.

Rose kneeled at the foot of the bed and picked up his left foot. She does a couple deep finger strokes with her hand and then took his big toe in her mouth and gently sucked. Still massaging his foot she moved on to the next toe and did that until each toe had been given proper attention.

Fairly aroused by now she took his two middle toes in her mouth and ran her tongue over them, sucking them, licking them. Hungry for more she put down his left foot and picked up the right. Doing the same thing she started with his big toe and worked her way over his toes. So engrossed in what she was doing she didn't notice her Master. He noticed what she was doing and was becoming as aroused as she was.

Rose's pussy was fairly wet by now from what she was doing to her Master. Ben not being able to take much more said, "Slave lick my cock."

Rose looked up from her Master's feet and saw his cock standing at full attention. Seeing it that way made her all the more hungry for her Master. Happily she complied.

Taking his erect dick in one hand she kneeled between his legs and took her tongue and slowly ran it over him from the base to the tip and back down over his balls. Even to the underside of his balls. She gave his balls attention for a few minutes, licking them and massaging them.

Rose wanted her Master. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. She cupped his balls with one hand and took his cock in her mouth. Sliding it in and out she tried to make it as pleasurable as possible. She ran her tongue over the tip and she sucked.

Ben was stroking her hair, completely reveling in the feel of his Slave's mouth on his cock. She sucked his head hard and squeezed his balls a little harder. Then she took his dick deeper, as deep as she could and worked his cock up and down. 

Unable to control himself her Master moaned in pleasure at how she was fucking him with her mouth. Rose wanted her Master to cum, she ached to feel his juice in her mouth. She worked her mouth faster now, playtime was over she wanted his cum. Her Master had a large deep orgasm. A large wad of cum filled her mouth which she swallowed for him.

Exhausted now from all the servicing she had done. She licked his limp dick clean and excused herself to wash up. Her pussy was so wet with need one would've thought she had cum but she did not. Her Master just had that effect on her.

Ben also exhausted from his ejaculation lay on the bed until she came back. Giving each foot a kiss she asked, "Ready to start the day Master?"

He turned to look at the time. It was noon already. "Damn Slave, noon already."

Smirking she replied, "Time flies Master when you are being pampered. Time well spent as far as I'm concerned."

"Yes, good job girl. You earned some relaxing time yourself."

Rose was glad she pleased her Master but her relaxing time would have to wait. After getting permission to get dressed she carried on with some household chores and then some yard work which took most of the afternoon.

Periodically she checked on her Master to see if he needed anything. Taking time to kiss his feet and give his neck a quick massage as she did so. Other than a couple beers he kept himself occupied for most of the afternoon like he usually did on the weekends.

Evening had rolled around and it was time for Rose to be getting dinner ready. They rented a movie they had been wanting to see so as soon as she got it ready they would watch it.

Rose took a quick shower before dinner since she got dirty from the outdoor chores. Feeling much better afterward she put the steaks on the grill and the potatoes in the oven. Her Master opted to eat in his recliner with the movie so once dinner was ready she served him in his chair.

He was nude like how he liked to be when he was home so Rose gave him his grey robe to wear while he ate so he wouldn't burn or spill on himself.

Rose herself was stripped down to her golden collar and a short nightie as Ben liked her to wear as little as possible also. 

While he ate his tender Ribeye steak Rose kneeled beside him on the floor. Usually he had her kiss his feet while he ate but tonight he let her sip on some wine and relax. He would pat her head and stroke her cheek as he ate, even giving her food to eat out of his hand which she hungrily ate up. When he finished she kissed his feet before getting up and quickly brought him some coffee and apple pie.

While the movie played she continued to kneel at his feet. She rubbed them nearly the whole time. A couple times she merely laid her head to rest on them, like the pet she was for her Master.

Once the movie was over they continued to watch some TV until dark. Rose lit a couple candles and some incense in their sunroom for some dim lighting. They both had knocked back a couple glasses of red wine so they were very relaxed and comfortable by nightfall.

"Slave worship my feet."

"Yes my Master," she replied.

Rose gently kissed the tops of his feet, then his toes. She kissed the soles of his feet. She licked his toes next.

"Slave play with your clit."

She did.

She felt her wetness already and she only just begun to serve her Master. Rose wanted to cum this time, she ached to feel her Master's touch on her. She continued to stroke her clit and lick her Master's feet. 

"Master may I cum? I want to so much, Please let me cum tonight!" she cried.

"No Slave girl, not yet. Come suck my cock. Let me feel your mouth fuck my cock."

Rose complied.

Her Master spread his legs in the recliner, a perfect height for her to suck his cock. Hands on the outside of his thighs she put her mouth over his throbbing cock. She made slow movement all the way to the base of his dick taking her time to get the whole thing in.

"Stick your fingers in your pussy girl and get yourself close to cumming but if you cum I will punish you so make sure you don't."

Rose took her mouth off his cock to answer, "Yes Master."

She stuck her first two fingers in her slick pussy. God it felt good. She moaned in pleasure.While she sucked on her Master's cock she fingered herself til she got close to orgasm. 

"Master may I cum now?"

"No Slave, both hands on me now."

Frustrated she pulled her wet fingers out and wrapped them around his cock. One hand gently slapped his balls and the other was around the base of his cock while she continued to suck him to her hearts content.

"Again Slave, finger yourself."

Rose again stuck her fingers inside her pussy and brought herself to the edge of cumming. Again he refused her the release.

Over and over he had her do that until she thought she would scream. Her pussy was all but dripping by now, and Rose was feeling frustrated her Master was doing this. She obeyed him though and never had an orgasm.

The thrust she was making into her pussy she matched tempo to the thrust she made on her Master's cock.

He stroked her head, "That's right bitch, suck my cock and finger yourself for your Master. Suck my cock hard and don't stop. Your mouth, your pussy, it all belongs to me so fuck my pussy like a good little cock sucker you are."

Rose was almost over the edge, "Oh Master please let me come I beg you. I want to cum so bad. Please Master let me cum for you!"

He grabbed the hand fingering her pussy, moved it out of the way and rammed his fingers inside it. Her pussy was very slick, his fingers slid right in and she moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. 

"Master that feels so good, please don't stop let me cum oh god please!" she begged of him.

"Uh uh, not yet my pet. I like how you are all wet and horny for your Master. I like your juices running on my fingers."

He pulled his fingers out,"Here Slave, eat that pussy. Tell me how it's tastes."

Rose stopped sucking his cock and let him slide his wet fingers inside her mouth. Sucking the juices off she replied, "Very good Master. It's very good pussy."

"Good girl."

Sweat ran down her back now from all the time she was cock sucking and also from keeping herself from cumming. Suddenly her Master made her stop. 

"Slave go get some ice."

Legs quivering she got up and went to get a bowl of ice. He took one form the bowl and held it to her clit. Rose gasped at the unexpected cold there. He then ran it over her pussy. Taking a fresh one he ran it down the length of her back, cooling her hot body off.

"That a girl. Cool off a bit. You've been working hard here." 

While he was doing that she was stroking his cock with her hand. She put an ice cube in her hand and put it in her mouth. She started to kiss his chest with her now cool lips, cooling him off as well. The she put his cock in her mouth again the ice cooling his cock and also cleaning it of any sweat. She only kept it there a moment though and gently stroked his cock with her hand until it was hard again.

Refreshed again they went to the bedroom. Rose again sucked her Master's cock for him, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth. She felt her Master's cock throb, he was getting close to the edge.

"Slave ride," he commanded.

Rose got on top of him and mounted him slowly. She almost took herself out of him then rammed down hard. As she did that he slapped her ass. Every thrust she made he slapped her ass. "Harder bitch."

Rose rode him harder. When he stopped slapping her ass she reached around behind her and gently squeezed his balls as she rode him.

"Slave cum."

That was all she needed. Rose allowed herself the pleasure of cumming her pussy grabbing his cock for all it was worth as she did so. The long awaited release so sweet she had a deep orgasm.

"Oh thank you Master for letting me cum!" she gasped out.

A few moments later her Master also came, his cum filling her insides.

Both spent she sat on top of him for a few moments before pulling herself out. She licked her Master clean and then toweled him off to make sure she got it all.

Rose went to kiss each foot and again thanked her Master for letting her cum. 

Half asleep he replied, "Good girl."

She rubbed his feet until he fell asleep then crawled in beside him and joined in sleep herself. 



A Massage for My Lady



Dedicated to Bess.

*

I see you lying on your stomach on top of a table, a robe concealing your ass. The rest of your body is free of clothing. I can see your delicious breasts being squeezed by the table. I feel a stirring in my pants that I massage as I move towards you.

A soft light that is over us baths your body. I ask if you are ready. Not waiting for an answer, I pour cool lotion onto your back. The scent of jasmine and vanilla adds to the scent of sexual tension that wafts from both of us.

You gasp as the first drop touches your skin. I rub the lotion into your back, hearing you purr as your skin glisten. 

"Lower," you tell me.

I rub my slick hands lower and lower, until I reach your robe. Gently, I remove the robe. I rube more lotion onto your ass. This time, I hear a loud moan from you as I spread your legs, getting a glimpse of heaven. 

I rub lower and lower, cupping the cheeks of your ass in each hand. Then, I make my way closer and closer, rubbing your inner thigh. You whimper, saying, "closer...closer."

I move my hands closer to your heat. Your skin burns for my touch. As I slip a finger inside your ass, you sigh, moving your hips. My other hand gently, softly rubs your clit. 

I bring my tongue to take over, licking you, kissing you. From the corner of my eye, I see you lift your body a bit allowing you to pinch your nipples. Your hips are rocking as I take your clit in my mouth, lightly flicking it with my tongue as my finger goes in and out of your ass. All of sudden, you body clenches: your eyes are squeezed shut as you cum. 

Your hips undulate as you ride your orgasm on my tongue. I feel your wetness dripping down my chin. I lick up your back and start kissing your neck. I stand up and turn you over, looking at your body, glistening with lust. Your eyes bore holes through mine with desire. You climb off the table and kneel before me taking my pants off. As you drag my pants down my legs, my cock strikes your chin. You gaze at it, licking your lips. 

"Suck it," I tell you.

You engulf my cock in one stroke. My head is thrown back as I feel your warm wet mouth around me, sucking and moving up and down on my shaft. I grab your head and start to fuck your face. You fondle my balls, trying to make me cum. But I have other plans.

I pick you up, seeing the disappointment in your face. 

"Patience," I tell you, as I back you into a wall. I pick up one of your legs, and guide my cock into you. As I slide into you, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you whisper, "Yeah...fuck me!"

So I do. 

I withdraw until only my head is in you, then ram it in, my balls bouncing against your ass. You wrap your arms around me and loudly moan each time I bang myself into you. Our bodies are slick with our sweat. You pick up the pace, rubbing your clit against me as I fuck you. You go faster and faster, getting louder and louder...

Then I feel it. I feel you cum as I am in you. Your lips find mine as you ride the crest of your second orgasm, our tongues intertwined. I feel the need to cum, but not yet.

I lead you to the table, where I bend you over, your ass facing me. You automatically spread your legs. You are so wet; your juices coat the inside of your thighs and make my clock glisten. I put my fingers inside your pussy, getting them wet. Then, I insert it into your ass, making sure you are well lubricated for what I have in store next. 

I put my cock slowly into your ass. I see you squeezing your nipples, your eyelids squeezed tight as I slide into your ass. Your hands caress my balls, as I let your ass get used to my cock. 

"Yeah...fuck me," I hear you moan, pushing your ass into me. I withdraw until only the head is in you. I slam my cock into you, pulling your hair. Your back arches and your ass grinds into me each time my cock is fully immersed. 

Your fingers rub your clit. I grab you by your waist as I move in and out of you, picking up the tempo as our passion ignites, heating the room with our lust. 

"Oh my god...I'm gonna cum again," you yell.

You moan louder and louder until finally, at the peak, I feel you cum.

I withdraw my cock from you and put you onto your knees, facing me. Your hair is plastered to your head by our sweat. 

"Are you ready for it," I ask stroking my cock.

"Yeah, give it to me," you say, breathlessly.

You are rubbing my balls with one hand, and grabbing my ass with the other. 

"Oh god, so good...soo good," I mumble.

Then, I feel it. I feel my balls squeeze, and I am cumming on you. I see you open your mouth, trying to catch as much as you can. As my orgasm subsides, your hand replaces mine and continues to stroke me, squeezing the last drops out into your mouth.  

My legs are shaking as I kneel in front of you, massaging your breast and I say, "Ready for round two?"



A Massage For My Wife



I handed the money to the masseuse as per our previous discussion and with a cheeky smile she quickly slipped out the door, placing an "on break" sign on the desk on her way past. I took three deep breaths and pushed open the massage room door. 

Gentle relaxation music was still playing at background level as I cast my eyes over the prostrate body on the massage table, with a delicately draped thick, soft towel across the back and buttocks. I picked up the pre-warmed massage oil and poured it on to my hands, then slowly began massaging her feet and calves, running my thumbs deep through the tissue, causing her to moan slightly. 

I worked my hands up and down the backs of her tanned legs, working the muscle with my fingers and the palms of my hands. My hands slid easily across her skin, covering her legs in the warm, sweet smelling massage oil. I lifted the towel to expose her naked ass -"Interesting," I thought to myself.

I reached for the massage oil and poured it straight on to her dark skin, drizzling it across the top of her rounded cheeks like warm honey. I slowly poured it across the cleft of her buttocks, then across the gap at the top of her thighs. I was liberal, the oil running across her round ass and dripping between them. A gasp escaped her lips and she squirmed momentarily as the warm oil dripped between her cheeks. 

I wasted no time spreading the oil around, kneading and pulling at her hard rump. I heard her moan slightly as I worked my hands around her rump and the top of her thighs, massaging firmly, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of my hands slipping and sliding over her skin. Her legs had parted slightly as I massaged the tops of her thighs and I could see her waxed lips starting to part, glistening from the warm oil and her own juices, the lips turning slightly outwards.

I slid my hands between her thighs and began massaging her groin muscles, working my way from her knees slowly up towards her hips. She was squirming under my touch as my fingers would work so close to her warm mound, almost brushing against it, and then working back down the back of her leg to start again.

I kept this pattern of massage up for almost ten minutes; teasing her, playing with her legs. Her breathing became shallower and shallower and I could see her lips getting wetter and wetter, spreading slightly with each tug at the skin of her upper thigh and groin. Slight gasps were escaping her lips as I would work back towards her buttocks, but there were no words to stop more of my attention – in fact her hips strained down slightly towards my touch as I would run my hands extremely close to her wet lips, and then run them back down her thighs – slowly building her frustration.

I shifted my attention back to her round, oiled ass and worked my fingers into the cheeks again, kneading them, pulling them apart to expose her wet lips and creased rosebud. I could no longer resist any longer, my own hard erection straining against my pants, tugging this way and that; dripping with pre-cum and eager for attention. I decided to act.

I moved slightly towards her shoulders and faced down her body towards her feet and started to run my flattened hands down over her buttocks toward the tops of her thighs. I started to move my hands closer and closer to the centre, and then quickly slid my hand between her ass, brushing quickly over her wet lips. She gasped. I kept brushing down her cheeks, and then slid my hand across her wet lips again. Another gasp. She squirmed slightly but again made no move to stop me.

I smiled to myself and started to alternate between two or three strokes down her ass with one that slid across her wet slit, causing it to become increasingly wetter as her breathing became very shallow. I then slid my hand across the small of her back, and with increased pressure, straight between her firm cheeks and onto her wet lips, my fingers pressing against the wet opening. With my other hand I kneaded and pulled at her buttocks, spreading the slightly as I began massaging her glistening lips. 

She gasped loudly, and pressed her hips down against my fingers, easing two of them in to her hot, wet opening. A load groan escaped her mouth as my slippery fingers slid easily inside her. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her lips, rubbing the opening of her slit, the massage oil mixing with her own hot nectar. I was alternating between roughly rubbing her swelling clit and driving my fingers in to her wet opening, while massaging her round, dark, slippery cheeks with my other hand. 

My cock was aching for some attention but I didn't know whether to break my cover. Did she know it was me? Or did she think the pretty young masseuse from before was giving her some extra, centralised attention? I kept sliding and rubbing her wet pussy and could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her breathing was changing and I could see her leg muscles twitching, her toes slowly curling and un-curling and her hips rising up towards my hands.

I moved positions slightly and focused one hand on furiously rubbing her swollen clit while the other played with her dripping wet pussy lips and tight little arse. I rubbed my fingers roughly across her two openings as the fingers of my other hand worked backward and forward across her swollen clit. Her hips rose slightly off of the massage table allowing me even easier access to her dripping, slippery pussy.

I could tell she was very close. I increased the intensity of my rubbing and stroking until I felt her hold her breath; her entire body contracted in front of me, her hips rising from the table, her toes curling beyond what seems possible and she slowly began to shudder. I started rubbing her slit vigorously now, knowing she was starting to ride the wave of a strong orgasm.

I plunged two fingers deep in to her gaping, wet pussy and pressed my oil-covered thumb firmly against her other opening just as the shudders became great heaves and she started to come. Hard. A deep groan escaped her lips with the first big exhalation of air, and then followed with the loud, high-pitched exclamations I've always loved to extract. 

"Yes, oh yes – fuck, fuck, oh, oh – FUCK! I'm coming!" was the rapid fire outburst as her hips heaved off the massage table, driving my fingers deeper in to her soaking wet pussy and forcing my thumb slightly into her tight, puckered opening.

Her shapely hips thrust against my hands as her orgasm rolled through her body, my hands dripping wet with massage oil and her own nectar. I longed to dive face first in to the open slit in front of me and taste that nectar from the source, but I also needed to blow my cover (if I still had it) and get some attention of my own. Her body slumped down flat on the massage table, my fingers still thrusting deep inside her wet opening, her chest heavying – trying to gain her breath, thin beads of perspiration across her entire body. I felt her hand slowly snake its way up my leg towards my rock-hard erection. I spread my legs slightly as her hand grabbed my swollen cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze. 

"You're not as good a masseuse as the girl, but that didn't seem to matter in the end did it?" my hot bodied wife sighed through the hole in the face rest, as my fingers kept sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy.....



A Massage for Samantha



I had been down on my luck lately. Due to corporate downsizing, I had lost two jobs in the past three years. My bills where going through the roof. I soon found it difficult making both my house mortgage payments, as well as the lease on my one bedroom apartment.

A close friend of mine had just bought a house, and suggested that I should move in with him since he had a spare bedroom. I normally would have refused, but with the economy the way it was, I decided it was an option I could no longer refuse. I figured it would be a change, yet had no idea how much. I have been on my own since college, and was now a 37 year old renting out a room.

We moved in on Friday, and spent most of the weekend unpacking boxes. On Sunday, my buddy and his wife decided a break was due, and we all had a barbeque. They invited some friends over, including their former upstairs neighbor Samantha.  

Samantha is a very attractive, single mom that was in the process of finalizing her divorce. She had just taken a job as a telemarketer, and was not used to sitting down for hours at a time. My buddy introduced me to Samantha, and when asked what I did for a living, claimed I was a massage therapist. 

Not being one to lie, I mentioned that I did like giving massages, however, was not certified therapist. He said that I was being modest, and that everyone he has ever talked too has stated that I am really good. His wife chimed in that she absolutely loves getting massages from me, and that it was just like heaven. 

Samantha asked if I would give her a massage and I stated “ Sure, why not.” I half felt like she was joking, so I told her to get a buzz on and I’ll give you “The best massage money can buy”. 

She quickly retorted back ”Cool, how much do you charge?” I was a wise ass, claiming that I normally charge $100 bucks an hour, yet since you where close friends, that I would do it for free. Samantha agreed and we started partying, enjoying the sun and the great weather. As the sun set, people started to say their goodbyes. It was soon only a few of us remaining, when Samantha came up to me to remind me of the massage. Stunned, I said sure; just let me get the room together. I ran up to my bedroom, threw any odd clothes in the closet, and put on a soothing massage disk on the CD player. 

I acted very professional (having had many legitimate massages in the past) and laid out a large beach towel. I warned Samantha that some of the massage oils I use may stain her cloths, and she may want to use one or more towels to maintain her modesty. I then told her that I would be back in a minute after I had washed my hands, and that she should lie down on her stomach.

I returned a minute later, and there she was, with a towel lightly covering her back, obviously naked under the towel. 

I could see her large, nicely round breasts from the side. I had a hard time remembering where to start. 

I wanted to simply jump on the bed because she was she looking so dam hot. 

I focused on the job at hand and warmed some Raspberry scented lotion between my Hands. I lightly started working between her shoulders, softly caressing her upper body. I switched to a warm Lavender oil as started applying more pressure, working from her neck to her mid back, and along her sides. 

I then switched gears, and started working on each leg. I softly held her beautiful long legs, and moved my hand slowly up each. Each time I would move further and further up each leg, until I reached her tight, smooth ass. 

I then cupped her ass and lightly massaged it with some warm oil, rotating around each cheek for a while. She moaned softly, and I asked her if she wanted me to continue, which she said yes. 

I started applying a little more pressure, and would take both hands and slide them up her cheeks to the mid of her back and then up her spine. When I reversed, I would travel down her spine, and continue slowly and lightly between each cheek. I started to repeat this, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. She started to rise slightly off the bed, as I got closer and closer. Each time she would sigh and breathe deeply.

She then started to spread her legs further open, and this gave me closer access to her inner thigh, as well as a wonderful view of her glistening pussy. 

I then shifted once again to her inner legs and thighs, getting so close to her mound, yet shying away at the last second. She was now breathing heavy, and her body was undulating under my fingers. 

Just when she was sure that I was going to finally touch her sex, I switched back to her spine and ass. This time, I was more brazen as I allowed my finger to slide down the crack of her ass, and just sit near her mound. I could feel her tense up as I came close, almost without words begging me to slide in. 

This went on for a little bit, and then I finally took my finger and traced her outer lips. She sighed loudly and whispered yessss! I used one hand, with the fingers spread apart to tease the outer lips, while my other hand still teased her ass. 

She was now gyrating on my hand as she dripped her hot juices on my fingers. I now inserted a finger into her pussy and slowly played with her. She was moaning loudly now and kept saying yes, yes, oh please yes. 

I inserted a second finger and knelt down so that my tongue could tease he clit. She all of a sudden shook and grabbed my head as I brought her to a wonderful orgasm. 

I was continuing to start up this again, yet she said she really needed to stop and rest. We talked for a bit, and she told me she really needed to get her daughter home for school the next day. She felt bad that we did not get to further play that day, and that she owed me big time. I was just glad to she her so happy, considering her recent divorce and the pressure she must have felt. She promised me that some day she would return the favor. 

This was a long while ago, and I have not heard from her since, but I am pleased to hear that she has told some close mutual friends that she had a great time that night, and that indeed, I was very talented.

Hope you enjoyed this real life adventure.

KFPFLA

2003



A Massage for the Ladies



MMmmmm. A massage. Tired from driving, shoulders knotted and tight, your weary body aches and daydreams of the sweet relief of massage. Somehow after meeting, we materialize at my hotel and walking in you see the table unfolded and waiting for you. 

I step outside to give you a moment of privacy while you undress and position yourself on the table with a sheet draped over you. I come back into the room and bring oil that has been heated in warm water from the sink. I stand beside you and begin caressing your body, feeling you out, learning your body with gentle hands. Warm oil on my hands, I knead your shoulder muscles with my thumbs rolling in circular patterns. 

I stretch your muscles with the palms of my hands and roll them under the heel of my palm. I roll back the sheet to expose your back and slowly pour warm oil down your spine. My thumbs

run parallel to your spine, gliding down each side, pushing gently into your back, deeper and deeper with each trip down your back. My fingers splay out to caress your outer back as my thumbs delve into your back straps. 

I move back to your neck and with surprising tenderness rub up your neck and occipits. Pausing for a brief instant, you feel my breath on the backside of your neck and quiver internally with anticipation as my lips close softly on the little soft spot at the nape of your neck. I pull the sheet back up and fold it to the side to expose one hip and leg. 

My hands glide under the sheet to deeply knead the muscles of your ass ( and maybe steal a little grope, too) and then slide down your thighs. Being careful not to let eager fingers travel to places they aren’t welcome, I massage your thighs and ass carefully. I work the outer portion of your hip and thigh and slide down to aggressively massage your calf. 

Slowly, as not to tickle, I lift your foot and massage it with gentle hands. I tug each toe and roll it between my fingers and caress up and down the sole of your foot with my thumbs. My mouth closes over your Achilles tendon and I suck it softly as my tongue strokes it. Then I move higher and suckle the tender backside of your knee and run a teasing tongue up your inner thigh, gauging your response. I move to the other side and repeat the process. 

Upon finishing the legs, I fold back the sheet to expose your back and your ass. My tongue dances slowly up the crack of your ass, tickling as it goes. At the top of the crack, my mouth descends to suckle as my tongues continues it’s dance. Licking lower, my tongue delves deeper and brushes lightly to tease all around your quivering little bud, yet never touch it. 

I lick up your thighs, trailing a wet smear of saliva up each one and my face parts your legs as it buries deeper. Running my tongue slowly up each of the meaty lips that guard the entrance to paradise, I caress your womanhood and heat you to the point of insanity with my breath and the butterfly kisses my tongue is imparting to you. 

One slow flick of my tongue up the middle of your lips parts the slit just barely and my tongue gets its first heavenly taste of your femininity. The next upward stroke finds my tongue burying itself deeper and on the end of the caress it delicately floats across the fragile hood protecting your clit. With just the right amount of pressure, my tongue pushes against the hood enough to partially roll it back and to slide over your clit. 

All the while, I gauge your responses and learn your body’s particular likes and dislikes. I listen to each moan, feel every whimper and sense every tightening muscle that informs me of how to bring you your pleasure. Taking you gingerly in my hands, I roll you onto your back as the sheet slips to the floor leaving you exposed to my admiring gaze. 

The soft lit room puts you at ease and you lie awaiting my next touch. I lean over you and bury my face into your neck, I suck your shoulders and nibble on them with tenderness. I lick up to tease your earlobes and suckle them softly into my mouth. 

Walking to your feet, I kiss your toes and suck each one into my mouth. I lick up your thighs and gnaw on your knees. I kiss up each thigh and tease around the softer spots, then kiss your hips, stopping to bite your hipbones with a ginger mouth. I lick your tummy and up to tease along the bottom of your breasts. My tongue spirals around your tits and closes ever so slowly on the nipples. Each time around the breast, my tongue spirals closer and closer to the tightening nipple. 

I lift your breast with phenomenal tenderness and suckle the soft underbelly, running my tongue along the crack where your breasts meets your chest. I lick out and along the breast to continue my tease around the nipple and suddenly drop my mouth to devour it. I suckle soft, I suckle hard. I roll my tongue around it and caress it firmly and then softly. I use my teeth and bit gently at it, I tug back on it and roll it between my teeth. 

Each touch, each taste teaches me what to do and not to do. I learn what you don’t like and file it away in my memory not to be repeated. Pouring out my tender affections on your breasts, I finally begin my downward descent, kissing and licking as I go. Parting your thighs, I bury my face between them and my tongue flitters like a candle in the breeze as it dances rapidly up and down the velvety lips that cry out for my touch. 

I caress deeply with my tongue, fairly plowing my way through the meaty outer lips as our intensity builds. Slowly and softly, I suck the lips into my mouth and stroke them with my tongue as I pull backwards on them. I use knowing fingers and part the lips to eagerly devour the inner lips and meaty recesses of your womanhood. I suck. I lick. I stroke. I slowly pierce deeper and deeper inside of you with a thrusting tongue.  

I roll back the upper lips to expose your clit. I lick up and down each side, watching carefully to see if you are hypersensitive to touch in that region so I don’t ruin things for you. My tongue grazes each side of your clit and bumps playfully along it. My mouth close over it to suck softly. I suck the hood and fleshy miniature lips in and out with my mouth and stroke your clit with my tongue as I do so. I bring you closer and closer to orgasm and as you cross the brink into release, I pull back to let you enjoy the spasms without my interference. 

Moving back to stand beside you, I kiss you with deep passion and quietly asked if that is how you like your massages.  



A Massage for You



You have no idea how special you are to me, do you? You entered my life as though you were an angel, seemingly knowing that I needed someone. Our friendship blossomed overnight, quickly feeding my soul. Until you, I was slowly dying on the inside, unsure of what tomorrow would bring and not really caring. 

In those early days, you would often stop over at my place first thing in the morning as soon as you got off of work. We would sit and talk for hours sharing our deepest thoughts over a fresh pot of coffee. It was those early conversations that have brought us to this moment…. 

Twenty minutes ago, just after the morning sun set on the horizon, you drove up expecting our morning conversation. I had long ago begun to rely on these special moments with you, cherishing them more with each passing day. I watch out the window as you get out of your truck, your long legs taking long strides towards my door. You let yourself in as you have come to do, a knock no longer being necessary. You find me in the kitchen standing in front of the window taking notice of the dreamy look in my eyes. You quietly walk up behind me, placing your lips to my ear and softly whisper hello into my ear. 

I come out of my dream and whisper hello in return as I grab our coffee off the counter. You follow me to the couch and we take our normal positions, sit side by side, allowing no distance between us. We begin to talk softly, your hand gently caressing my leg. We talk mostly about your night at work. It becomes obvious to me that you have had a long night and are in much need of some relaxation I look into your eyes noticing your tired state has taken away much of the gleam that is normally there. You are so very tired, yet you appear tense as well. I gently remind you that this might be a good time for you to take me up on the massage I have been promising you. You smile in agreement as you slowly move to the floor and sit between my legs. 

I place my hands on your shoulders and begin to press my fingers deep in to the muscles. I move my hand to your neck and gently caress the tight muscles that I find there. I begin to slowly pull your hair softly in an effort to wake up each nerve ending. I return my hands to your shoulders, slightly moving them lower as I try to tug on your T-shirt. You reach down and pull your shirt over your head, allowing my hands to get direct contact with skin.

My hands continue to massage your shoulders, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. Your muscles in your neck begin to relax as your head slowly falls back. I move my hands to the front of your throat as I softly caress your skin. My hands glide across your chin, over your cheeks, as I place a gentle kiss above your brow. I touch my lips to yours ever so slightly but just for the briefest of moments. 

I return to your shoulders once more, gently pushing your body a bit farther away from the couch and me. My hands sliding down past your shoulders to your back. As your body continues to relax I hear a soft moan escape your lips. I push you forward slowly until you are lying on your stomach. I stand above you, straddling your body. I sit on your ass softly as my hands begin to massage your back once more. I massage deeply, first your back, then shoulders, followed by your arms and returning to your lower back. I move my hands to your sides, gently caressing as I bend over and place my lips to your ears. I whisper in your ear that I want you to roll over, you do so. 

I straddle you again, though this time I am on your thighs trying to keep my weight on my knees. I begin once again by massaging your chest, savoring the feeling of your warm skin under my fingertips. My hands begin a journey lower towards your stomach. I move my lips to your chest, softly taking one of your nipples in my mouth. I gently roll it between my teeth, nibbling on it gently. I pull my mouth away and continue my journey lower, spending a sweet moment kissing your abdomen. 

I move my hands to the waist of your jeans as I search for the button. I quickly discover its location. I quickly undo it and the zipper soon follows. My hands begin to pull your jeans lower, slowly exposing your briefs to my hungry eyes. I continue to push your pants lower, exposing your now bare thighs to my stare. I lower myself touching my lips to your legs, gently kissing, as I remove your pants completely. My hands return to your briefs, as I study the outline of your stiff cock. I take my fingers and slowly insert them into the waistband quickly pulling them down, exposing yourself to me entirely. 

I smile knowing exactly what I want. I lower my lips to your cock but stop just short of touching my lips to the hardened tip. Instead only allowing my warm breath to make contact with your soft skin. Your cock gently bounces in response. I open my mouth allowing only my tongue to pass my lips. I gently touch that small portion of my tongue ever so gently to the tip of your hardening cock. I lick your cock so softly that it is almost undetectable. My tongue savors the sweetness of your skin, I open my mouth in response, hungry for more. I open my mouth wider, taking your cock in farther as my hand reaches and grab your balls. I hear you softly moan which only encourages me to do more.

I press your cock deep into my mouth until you press firmly against the back of my throat. My instinct is to gag, but I resist. Instead I force my muscles to relax as I press you in farther. Suddenly I remove your cock from the depths of my throat, only allowing the tip to remain. I repeat the process several times. Each time hearing your moans become louder as your balls become heavier in my hand as they fill with hot cum. I bring you to the edge but then I stop, keeping you there and prolonging your pleasure. 

At this point I stand and slowly begin to remove my clothing. My shirt has several buttons, which allow me to take my sweet time. As I remove my shirt I take my hands and rub them softly over my skin. I allow the shirt to fall to the floor as I guide my guide my hands to my breasts. I quickly remove my bra and release my breasts. My hands gently trail over my nipples as they become harder and take a more erect appearance. I press my hands firmly against the underside of my breasts, raising them to my mouth. I guide my right hand away from my breast, down my stomach, to the waist of my jeans. My fingers travel into my jeans, below my panties and finally into my wet pussy. I moan as I touch my clit, feeling my wetness cover my fingertips. I carefully remove my hand and raise it to my lips so that I can suck off each drop of my juices.

I take my hands and hurriedly undo my pants. I step out of them slowly, giving you the chance to mesmerize each inch of my exposed flesh. I place my thumbs into the waist of my panties and quickly take them down, allowing them to fall to the floor. I stand above you once again as I straddle your body.

I position myself so that I can easily take your cock into my mouth once more. I open my lips pushing my tongue aside to make room for your hard cock. The warmth of your cock warms my entire being. I take this moment to lick off the pre-cum that has accumulated. I hear you moan once again, as you place your hands on my shoulders, urging me to move my body. I move so that my wet pussy is only inches from your hard cock. I press my pussy against you, not allowing your cock access. I rub my clit against the side of your hard cock leaving your cock moist. I lower my body to yours, my pussy lying directly over your hard cock. My hands are on your shoulders as you suddenly roll us over, taking control. I am on my back beneath you, my legs spread wide. Your cock is so close to my pussy that I can feel heat warming my skin. I smile up at you as I begin to beg you to put your cock deep into me. 

You chuckle softly and as a sign of refusal you begin to move your body lower. Your lips touch mine and begin a journey lower, over my neck, gently touching my shoulders and then finally to my breast. Your mouth takes in a nipple, softly sucking it into your mouth and rolling it between your teeth with the help of your warm tongue. 

I moan as I run my fingers through your hair. I add pressure, in an attempt to press you lower but you resist. You continue to suck on my sensitive nipples as you listen to my moans of desire. Your lips finally being to make a trail towards lower areas of my body. You travel from my breasts, to my stomach, to my inner thigh, You have completed this journey without a touch, allowing only your warm breath to alert me to your mouths location. Suddenly without warning your lips make contact with my wet pussy. I moan loudly not from surprise but from sheer pleasure. You take your hands, opening up my pussy slightly, exposing my clit to you. You are impressed with how hard and in need of attention my clit appears to be. First you softly press one finger into me, feeling the softness of my folds and touching the wetness. You slowly lower your mouth closer. Your lips make contact with my clit, gently at first, then with much more force. You take my clit between your lips softly sucking. A soft moan from my throat tells you just how much pleasure you are giving me. 

I begin to beg you to fill me; I need you inside of me. You continue to suck on my clit as my sweet juice pours into your mouth. I reach down with my hands, grabbing at your shoulders, in an attempt to get your cock into my pussy. You resist and continue to pleasure my wet pussy. I feel an orgasm building, starting at my knees and slowly moving towards my throbbing clit. I lift my hips as my orgasm approaches causing my pussy to press firmly against your face. My body begins to quiver as my climax begs to be released. As you hear my moans become louder you move your tongue faster releasing my orgasm and taking in each drop of my juices. 

After drinking in all of my juice, you finally remove your mouth from my clit and begin your quest up my body once again as you leave a trail of my juices behind. Slowly you pass over my breasts leaving kisses in your wake. Your lips finally reach mine and kiss me deeply as I wrap my arms around your neck and we share my sweet juice. 

My legs are spread beneath your hips your cock gently pressed against my wet pussy. I whisper to you that I need you, that I want to feel you inside me. You kiss me deeply once more as you suddenly thrust your cock deep within me, my pussy opening to allow you entrance. You fill me perfectly as I wrap my legs around your waist and pull you farther into me. Your mouth is pressed against my neck, softly sucking on my throat, as you pound your hard cock into me, it feels heavenly. I beg you to give me your cock faster and harder, you do so. The sound of your cock slamming into my pussy is loud though it can hardly be heard over my moans of pleasure. I feel my orgasm building. First in my knees, traveling up through my thighs. My body feels like it is on fire. I warn you that I feel my climax building, I want us to cum together. Your speed quickens as my hands massage the sweat that is on your back. I beg you to cum with me, you assure me that you will. You begin to moan as I feel your balls hit my pussy. I feel your cock pulsate inside of me and the sensation sends me over the edge. Your hot cum begins to fill me and our moans intertwine. 

You continue to slowly move ever so slowly as your cum continues to fill me. You reluctantly begin to stop all movement and lie still on top of me. Your cum is now mixed with my own as it slowly drips from my pussy, forming a small puddle beneath my ass. 


We lay there for some time, with you on top of me with my arms around you. Slowly you roll us over so that you can remain in me. As we lie side by side, there are smiles on each of our mouths, and a feeling of peace between us... *sigh* 



A Massage From My Wife's Friend



My back had been killing me for some time. Actually, everything had been killing me for some time. With all the crazy hours I'd been working, I hadn't exercised in months, and I was feeling it all over. I'd been waking up tight as a knot, and each day of physical inactivity was only making things worse.

The fact that my stress level was off the charts wasn't helping either. My company was going through a transition, which had effectively doubled everyone's workload. Worst of all, my wife was in the middle of a career change, and with her crazy new schedule, we were only seeing each other a few hours a day at best.

She'd been suggesting that I schedule a massage with her friend Bryn for some time, saying that it would do me a world of good. It sounded like a good idea, but I was a bit hesitant. I'd hurt my neck a few years back, and I was kind of afraid of someone handling it too roughly. But my wife kept insisting that her friend was really good, (she'd given my wife a few massages in the short time they'd been friends), so I finally relented, and I was now pulling up to Bryn's house for an hour-long session.

Bryn greeted me at the door with a smile. (According to my wife, we'd met Bryn and her husband before, at a party last year, but I sure couldn't remember doing so). She was fairly tall, with sandy brown hair and a dark complexion I couldn't quite place; not Greek, not Italian, I'd have guessed mixed Asian of some sort. She wore a bulky, expensive looking, chestnut-colored tracksuit and a pair of flip-flops.

I stuck out my hand, "Hi, I'm-"

She cut me off, laughing. "I know who you are? Don't you remember we met at Dave's party last year?"

I didn't, but I thought it would be rude to say that, so I just went with it. "Oh yeah, now I remember!" 

She laughed. "Come on inside. The spa is around the back."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know-"

"No, it's ok. It has it's own entrance around the side, but we can just go through the basement." She led me inside, and we walked through her kitchen and downstairs into her basement. From there it was just a few steps to a door which she opened to reveal a home spa, with darkly painted walls, candles, and in the center of the room, a massage table. 

"Can I get you anything?" she asked. "Coffee? Tea? Water?"

"No, I'm fine." I answered.

She gestured to a small love seat against the back wall. "Ok, well, then, why don't we have a quick chat about what we're going to do today, and then we'll get started. Sound good?"

"Sure." I agreed, and took a seat. She sat down next to me, and spoke right at me, giving me a good look at her features. She was actually very pretty; with deep, intense eyes, a button nose, and a full set of dark pink lips.

"So, Susan tells me you've never had a massage before?"

"That's right."

"Any particular reason you haven't?"

"Um, not really, just never have. I did hurt my neck a few years back, that's probably one reason I haven't. I've been worried about someone being too rough with it."

"I'll make sure to be careful when I work on it, then. Any other reasons?"

"Uh, no, not really-"

"It's just that some guys are little uncomfortable about getting worked on."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Mostly out of embarrassment. A massage involves a lot of touching, obviously, which most guys aren't used to. Then there's the fact that you're more or less naked in front of a total stranger. A lot of guys have a hard time relaxing because of that, and if you're not relaxed during your massage, you're not going to enjoy it."

None of what she was saying had occurred to me before she mentioned it, but now that she had mentioned it, I guess I did start to feel a bit anxious. I tried to laugh it off. "I think I'll be all right."

She smiled. "You sure?"

"Yeah. What's the big deal, right?"

"Right! There's really no reason to be embarrassed, but a lot of guys-" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Like when your back hurts. Most of the time, it's not your back that's the source of the problem, but your legs and butt. So, in order to get the kinks out, those muscles need to get worked on."

"Well, that sounds ok." I said.

"Doesn't it? But I can't tell you how many guys, once I tell them I'll need to work on their butt, which usually means I have to see it...they get all weirded out."

I guess I could see why that would freak out some guys, although I didn't see what the big deal was. "Who cares? Everyone has one, right? You've seen one, you've seen them all!"

"Right!" she agreed.

"Got to warn you, though, mine's not a pretty site!"

We laughed again. 

"So, you're ok with that, right? I just want to make sure."

"Yeah. No big deal."

" All right, then why don't we get started? Go ahead and strip down, lie on the table face down, with your head in the rest, and pull the towel over your butt."

"Even though you're going to see it later, right?" I joked.

"Right!" she laughed. "Go ahead and get set, and I'll be right back."

She walked out, closing the door behind her. I quickly undressed, lay on the table, and pulled the towel over myself. I was squirming around a bit, getting my face adjusted properly in the headrest, when I heard her knock on the door.

"All set?" she asked.

"All set." I answered.

I heard her come back in and shut the door. Being face down I couldn't see anything now but the floor, but I did notice when she turned the lights down a moment later. I heard her humming to herself softly and moving something around.

"Are you warm enough?" she asked, suddenly right next to me.

I didn't think I would be, but I was. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"I usually have on something soothing, like sounds of the rainforest. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, sure, that's fine."

I heard her walk away, and then a few seconds later, heard some very soothing rain forest sounds start up. After that I heard a clicking noise, and realized she was using an electric candle lighter to light up all the candles around the room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and heard her speak again.

"Ok, I'm going to start with your neck, just relax, I'll be very gentle."

And she was. She started softly, using her palms along the sides of my neck, and then gently pressing her fingertips into the back of my head. 

"How is that?" she asked. "Not too hard?"

"No, it's perfect," I replied. 

She did that for about five minutes, just working the muscles, over and over and over again. Staring down through the headrest, I noticed two things; first, that she had removed her flip-flops, and second, that she had very nice feet. They were small and dark, with a perfect French manicure.

She worked my shoulders next, making wide, circular movements with both hands. She pressed down with the heel of her palm, working deep into the muscle but without grinding into the bone at all. Then it was down my back, her hands working deep into the muscles and attacking every knot. 

I groaned as she hit a particularly tough area, and she laughed. "Lot of tension there!"

"Oh yeah." I answered.

"Just relax, let me work it all out."

She did about ten more minutes of lower back before I heard her say, "Ok, I'm going to move the towel down a bit and work on your butt a bit. Ok?"

"Ok," I said.

She pulled back the towel, and tore into my butt it with same intensity as she had done my shoulders and back. It hurt slightly at first, but after a minute or two it started to feel great. 

She was really kneading it full force, really working it hard, and I could hear her breathing harder and harder the more she dug in. In fact, at one point, I suddenly felt her breath on my lower back and I tensed up.

She stopped. "Sorry, did that hurt?"

"No, just a twitch, you know. I'm getting feeling back in that area!"

"I know, you're like one solid knot! Susan said you've been under a lot of stress lately."

"That's true, between work, and her at school so much..."

"Well, now's your chance to just relax, and let all your stress go. I'm going to go a little lower now." She cupped a hand on the bottom of each butt cheek. She placed a thumb right where my thigh and butt connected and kneaded away, balancing her hands on the back of my thighs. The pressure was firm, but it felt great, so good in fact that I was actually beginning to doze off! But what happened next woke me up in a hurry!

I felt her hands working lower and lower, and I felt her thumbs gradually working their way inward on my thighs, until they finally hit the spot. You know the one, the one right underneath my balls! She pressed in hard with both thumbs, and I groaned despite myself.

"Did that hurt?' she asked.

"No, just the opposite," I said.

"Ok, just let me know. I know it's a sensitive area." 

She had no idea! I was almost snorting through a mix of intense pain and undeniable pleasure. No one, not even my wife, had ever touched that spot before. Which made me think, should she be touching it now? I mean, it was actually not very sexual at all (probably because of the pain part), but still...

She must have sensed what I was thinking, because she said, "I know this is a sensitive area, but if you can, try not to tense up when I do this. Best thing is to try to relax your body as much as possible."

"Ok, but-"

"But?"

I was about to ask her if she thought this was appropriate, but then figured it must be, since she'd made such a big deal about people getting embarrassed and all that. Plus, she really wasn't touching my cock or balls, just that area underneath, which was really just as much leg as anything else. So I let it go, and just tried to relax. "Nothing, it's just sensitive, like you said."

"This spot always is. There's a whole group of muscles between your legs and butt and lower back that really never get any exercise, so they're just always in one big knot. Plus, this area here-," she pressed on that same spot again, "This is one of your chakra points."

"My what?"

"Your chakra points? Your body has seven main points in the body where energy sort of stems from, called 'Chakras'. They're sort of nerve centers, at different places on your body. When they get out of whack, you feel it."

"You're not kidding," I said.

She continued working the area with her thumbs, first in circles, then in straight strokes, up and down, harder and harder, and finally, slower and slower.

"Your thighs seem to be where you have the most stress. I'm going to work on your feet a bit, and then we'll do more on the front of your thighs later."

"Sounds good," I croaked.

I'd never had my feet worked on before, but it felt almost as good as when she'd worked that spot between my legs. She dug into my soles, worked my heels, and pulled on my toes for what seemed like forever. I was in heaven, and this time I really did doze off.

I awoke to her whispering near my ear. "Ok, I'm going to have you go ahead and flip over now."

Groggy, I spun myself over. I looked up at her, and noticed she'd removed her tracksuit and was now wearing a baby doll tee and a pair of shorts. It was the first real look I'd gotten at her figure, and I had to admit, it was fine. Those pretty feet held up some perfectly tanned legs, and her shirt has straining to hold in what looked to be at least a set of C cups. 

She smiled at me, then reached over and poured herself a fresh handful of oil. Then she took her other hand and folded the end of my towel upward, exposing most of my legs, almost to the top of my thighs. She leaned in over me and placed a hand on each thigh, about two inches above the knee, thumbs towards the inside, fingers facing out. Her thumbs dug in to the insides of my thighs as her fingers worked the tops. She worked up my legs slowly, inching up slowly, but inching up, nonetheless.

I felt her reach the edge of the towel, which is where I figured she'd stop, but she slid her hands underneath, and kept working upward. Within a second, her hands were more or less cupped around my balls, and she dug her thumbs up into the area right underneath them and pushed in, rubbing the area over and over in a circular motion. The pressure was intense, almost painful, yet felt great at the same time, just like it had when she'd done the same thing on the other side.

She stopped, stood up straight, and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. "Ok, um, for this next part, I need to go a little higher. Is that ok?"

I was feeling so good I couldn't even begin to comprehend what she was asking. "Higher?"

She smiled and wrung her hands a bit. "Yeah, um-" She shrugged. "I need to rub your balls a bit. Is that ok?"

What could I say? I mean, of course I wanted her to, but this had to be crossing the line, right? "Well, it's ok, it's just, that area, is, a little, uh, familiar, you know?"

"I know. It's just that you've got a ton of stress down there, and I'm trying to work it all the way out. But if you're not comfortable with that, we can skip that area."

"I'm comfortable with it, it's just, does that area qualify as 'just another body part'?"

She nodded. "Sure it does. Remember, it's all just muscle, that's all a massage is, just relieving muscle tension. It's like going to the doctor."

If she had been coming at this a different way, I would have probably stopped it there. But there was nothing sexual about her approach. She really, sincerely seemed to be coming at it from a strictly professional point of view. So I relented.

"All right."

"All right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm ok with it."

"Good. I promise I'll be gentle."

She reached up under the towel, and I don't know what I was expecting, but man, she went at my guys full force! She placed a hand on either side of my scrotum, took a ball in each hand, and started rolling them between her thumb and fingers, kneading them in a fairly rough manner. 

She looked up at me. "That's not too rough, is it?" she asked.

It was, but I felt weird about saying so, so I just answered, "No, it's fine."

"Ok, just let me know."

She tugged on sack my slightly, a little to one side, then to the other, and then back to the kneading. Then she flattened out one hand, pressed down on my sack and rolled it around with her palm. On one hand, it sort of hurt, on the other hand, it was the best pain I'd ever felt. And for the first time during the whole episode, I started to feel something stirring. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but the hot girl giving me a ball massage, but it was no use, and I felt myself begin to get hard. 

It didn't help matters that her hands had gradually gone higher and higher, until she was right at the spot where my sack met my dick. I might have been able to withstand just that, but now her fingers and thumbs were being to push up the shaft.

What do I do now? I thought to myself. Do I just keep my eyes closed, and pretend it's not happening? Do I apologize? I opened my eyes and looked down at the towel. There was no denying it; my hard-on had created a pretty good-sized tent. 

I looked up at her, and I could tell she had noticed. 

"Sorry," I offered, sheepishly.

She shook her head. "Don't be. It's a perfectly natural reaction." She smiled a bit. "Just relax, and let whatever happens, happen."

It took a minute for that to sink in. Was she just trying to keep me from feeling embarrassed, or, was she actually encouraging me to get hard? Maybe she was just saying that if it happened to occur, that it was no big deal? I couldn't tell!

And was she going to tell Susan? I doubted it, but still, if it came out that she as trying to be professional, and I got a huge hard-on... and Christ, didn't she have a husband or something? Was he going to come bursting through the door?"

"I've actually been concentrating really hard, trying to make that not happen!" I offered, almost blurted.

She smiled. "Don't worry about it. Just let yourself totally relax. Just let nature take its course. " 

Ok, I thought, that wasn't 'Let whatever happens, happen,' that was encouragement! That was her encouraging me to get hard! Wasn't it? Jesus, who knew at this point!

I weighed it in my head for a moment, then figured I'd just go ahead and ask. Better not to have any misunderstandings! "Are you saying, 'If it happens, it happens'? Or are you saying, 'Go ahead and let it happen'?"

She answered quickly. "I'm saying 'go ahead and let it happen'."

"Let it get...hard?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yep. Just relax and let it go."

"I just didn't want you to get freaked out or anything, you know, since this is all supposed to be nonsexual."

"It's still nonsexual," she replied, pulling her hands away. "See what we've done, is we've sort of chased all the tension in your body to this one spot, from your shoulders down to your feet, and then back up into this area. That's the nice thing about this technique, is that we can sort of centralize it all in one spot, and then work it completely out."

"Makes sense," I said. (Hey, it did!) "I just didn't want to be improper or anything. I mean, I know you're married...and I had visions of you having lunch with Susan and going, 'You know what your pervert husband did?'"

She laughed. "No, it's normal. Don't fight it." She smiled slightly. "I figured you must have been holding back. I mean, unless you've got ED or something, there's usually no way that it can't happen, once that particular combination of spots has been touched for so long. But I know you've been stressed out lately."

Great, I thought. Now she thinks I'm impotent! "No, trust me, it's taken a lot of concentration to keep it from happening!"

She chuckled. "That explains it," she said, her fingers moving up the shaft a bit more. "But now I need you to just relax. And what's going to happen is, everything, all your stress, is going to flow right there."

Well, there you go, I thought. It doesn't get clearer than that. I lay still and tried to just relax, and let 'whatever happens happen', but as soon as I did, I felt myself getting soft! I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but my guy was still shrinking!

"Here," she said, stopping. "This should help you." And with that, she crossed her arms at her waist, and pulled her shirt up and off, revealing what had to be the two most perfect breasts I'd even seen. Fake, obviously, but still incredible; two perfectly round, perfectly solid C cups.

"What are you doing?" I asked, almost gasped.

She dropped her shirt on the ground, then pulled off my towel and took hold of my dick with both hands. "Shhh. It's ok. Go ahead and look at my chest. That should help you get hard."

She thought I needed help? She didn't know how tough it'd been for me not to get hard! But, I'll tell you, as soon her hands clasped my dick, and I got one look at those perfect titties, all bets were off, and I could feel my dick starting to grow again.

"That's it," she said. "See? I knew that would help you."

"It's not that I need help-" I started.

"Oh, I don't mean like that. I just mean, well, you know, there's usually no way a healthy guy doesn't see some boobs and get aroused."

This was so wrong, I told myself. Or was it? Wasn't it just a massage? I looked up at the ceiling, suddenly very guilty.

"Keep looking right here," she said, taking one hand off of my dick and tapping it on her left breast. "Don't fight it. Let yourself get hard."

Staring at that chest was going to make getting hard and staying hard pretty easy! I must have been obvious in my staring, because she chuckled, "I know what you're thinking, and yes, they're fake."

"They're...beautiful." I grunted.

"Thanks." She replied, smiling.

There was no turning back now, she had both hands firmly around my dick, and was just doing incredible things to it; hand over hand motions, long strokes with two hands, slow and forceful, then soft. I closed my eyes, (I couldn't see straight anyway) and let out a deep moan.




A Massage From My Wife's Friend



"That's it, just let all your stress go," she said.

I sat up a bit, opened my eyes, and looked straight into hers, which were dark and fierce. She was breathing just as hard as I was at this point. I looked down at those huge tits again, then back up at her, and then fell back on the table. 

I didn't want the experience to end, but I was beginning to feel the twinge...you know the one. I placed my hand on hers. "Wait, stop-"

"Stop?" she asked.

I could barely speak. "If you keep...doing that...what I mean is....maybe I should...go in the other room and....you know...?"

"Shh," she said. "No, it's ok. When you're ready, just go ahead and let it go."

This was too much! Was she really saying...?

"You...you want me to...to cum?" I asked.

"Mm-hm. In fact, here," she said, stopping and pulling her hair back behind her head into a ponytail. She took a hold of me again, then leaned in so that her face and tits were barely an inch away from my cock." When you're ready, go ahead and release all your stress on to me."

I almost shouted! "You mean....you want me to...cum on you?"

She nodded, placing one hand on my balls while continuing to work my shaft with the other. "Mm-hmm. Cumming after a massage is probably the best stress reliever that a man can get, especially if he cums on someone. The combination of the touch, and the visual sight of transferring all your stress to someone else combined makes it the best possible experience-"

She was still talking, but I couldn't hear a word. I felt myself about to explode. I clinched up, grunted, and watched as a giant load of thick white cum shot out onto Bryn's neck and seeped down her tits. I would have kept watching, but I had nothing left, and I fell back with a thud.

She continued to work my shaft for a few more minutes, slower and slower, and then stopped and used the towel she'd taken off of me to wipe off her neck and chest. She set it down on the edge of the table, and started rubbing my belly with both hands in a very soft manner. Finally she looked up at me and smiled.

"Did that help you release all that stress?" she asked

I nodded. "Oh yeah," I grunted. "Is that...is that a common technique?"

She shrugged. "Um, depends. Some people aren't really comfortable with it. I usually probably wouldn't do it, it usually depends on how well I know the client, and their stress level. In this case, I know Susan, I know you, and I could see how stressed you were, so, you know, no big deal." She moved to the front of the table, above my head, and started massaging my scalp.

A wave of guilt suddenly hit me. "I guess I probably shouldn't mention this to Susan, huh?"

She smiled. "Uh, I'll leave that up to you. But don't worry; I'm not going to mention it or anything." 

Ok," she said, grabbing her shirt off the floor and sliding it back on. "We are done." She placed her hand on my shoulder and gave me a big smile. "Go ahead and take as long as you need, and then just let yourself out through the back door, ok? And tell Susan I said hi!"



A Massage From Sasha



It's a wet Friday afternoon and I've left work early to go get a massage. It's been such a stressful week, work has been driving me crazy and I haven't had a moment's peace so I decided to treat myself. Even getting to the clinic has been such a drama, something came up at the last minute that just couldn't wait until Monday and then thanks to City Rail I had to run from the station to get to the clinic on time.

However, once I stepped through the door from all the hustle and bustle, I took my first step towards relaxing. Soothing music is on in the background and I can smell the calming scent of lavender combined with a refreshing hint of peppermint. One of the clinic staff ushers me into a room and urges me to undress and to pop up onto the table and informs me that Sasha will be with me shortly. 

I'm quick to shuck my shoes and clothes, while briefly assuring myself that when I dressed this morning I remembered to put on decent pair of undies. Thankfully I had donned a respectable pair of black boy leg shorts. Hauling myself up on to the table I arranged the towels over myself as best as I could and awaited the ministering hands of Sasha. I'd been coming to the clinic for a while now and the staff new me well and I'd always requested Sasha. I liked his firm hands and he wasn't shy about getting in there on those hard knots and working them out. He knew I liked it just on the edge between the pleasure and pain required to release my tension. 

I heard the door close and Sasha straightened the towels across my back and legs. Drawing the bottom one to one side to expose my left leg he began on my foot then up my calf and tight hamstrings. One leg was quickly finished and then he was onto the other and into my buttocks. Ooi wow did he really hit the spot. He was a fast worker, quickly my legs and butt were warm and relaxed. Moving round the table he covered up my legs and then began to work on my tight back. It was sheer pleasure to have the knots between my shoulder blades loosened, my shoulders relaxed and my tired lower back soothed. The firm pressure of Sahsa's hands began to slowly lessen and his hands begun long smooth strokes, moving up and down my body. I sighed and relaxed deeper into the table. 

The room was rather warm so I wasn't surprised when he removed both towels off my over heated body. The firm strong hands had become gentle and soft trailing from my feet all the way up my body. It was a pleasant change from the punishing pleasure but totally unexpected. I opened my eyes to have a quick look at the feet as they moved around the table. They kept eluding my sight as they moved up and down my body. Occasionally those hands would slow and hover over the dip in my back or at the back of my knee. Just as I noticed this I also got the slight scent that was purely feminine as that body moved round mine, especially when it came near my head.

Concentrating harder on the movements across my body, I noticed that the hands were smaller and softer than what I was used to from Sasha. Finally those feet came to rest under my eyes and as those hands worked down my back and into my buttocks. Yes, I was not mistaken, those feet definitely belonged to a woman but whose I had no idea. I did notice that whoever this teasing female was that she had damn fine looking feet with pretty polished toes and a silver toe ring on her right foot. Hmm yes indeed!

As I was pondering this change to the normal routine, those hands wandered over my back and down my sides, gently grazing the sides of my breasts. Then they were pushing down the waist band of my undies and tucking the sides into the middle, turning them into a g-string and exposing my butt cheeks for those ministering hands. Hmm, I was too relaxed to do anything about this wench's completely inappropriate behaviour. She continued to stroke and caress my back, arms, buttocks and legs. Each time she moved around my body those hands would steal closer and firmer around the side of my breasts pushed flattened out to the side. I could feel my nipples harden into the towel on the table beneath me. And those hands moved up the inside of my legs, then over my butt cheeks. She had me panting into the table. I could feel the moisture building between my legs and I was sure she could feel the moist heat there each time those imprudent hands moved past. I was in such a haze off steamy desire that I nearly jumped of the table when she spoke "Turn over and keep your eyes closed the rooms very bright". After a few moments of hesitation, I did what I was told. I was enjoying the sensation of this stranger's hands running over my body to ruin the illusion by opening my eyes.

As I rolled over, exposing my erect nipples to those hands I sighed with pleasure as they were freed from the pressure of being squashed into the table. I felt drops of oil fall onto my chest and legs. Those hands were quick to smooth it all over my exposed flesh. It was such a new experience to be massaged over my breasts ah but oh so pleasurable! Those hands continued they're roaming all over the front of my body, occasionally pausing to apply gentle pressure to my nipples and over the heat between my legs. I gasped when I felt a set of lips kiss my left breast and groaned quietly when teeth nipped that same nipple. That mouth then switched to my other breast while a hand dipped down to my undies to grab the bundled up material to pull it tight between my lips and over my clit. She gently tugged at it causing it to grate back and forth over my clit while she continued to nibble and suck my breasts.

I was so relaxed and turned on that once she pushed aside that bunched up material and drove two fingers into me while her thumb rubbed over my clit, I was on the brink of coming. Those delicious lips moved up from my swollen nipples to kiss their way up to my collar bone and into my neck to gently nibble around my ear and flick her tongue all around it. Then she nuzzled back down into my neck to nip and suck my soft flesh. At the same time her sure hands were working overtime strumming my clit and diving in, out and around my swollen lips. Just as I was about to come she moved over to give me a deep probing kiss, then lifted up to whisper into my ear "Happy birthday Mary". She smothered my long moan as I came with a kiss.

I opened my eyes to see just who this "Sasha" was… it was my ex; she was always great with her hands! 



A Massage owed



Scott knocked on her door, and waited. 

"That you Scott?"

"Yeah Cora. Just me."

"Ok. Come on in, I'm getting in the shower, I'll be just a moment. Why don't you lay down on the mat?"

Cora was a massage therapist in her spare time, which recently, there wasn't very much of. Scott, an old friend had been owed one of her fabled massages for a long time, but never seems to have the chance to collect. Today was his lucky day. 

Scott took off his button-down shirt, and left just his thin Thanes t shirt on. The massage mat on the floor was firm, but comfortable. He laid down, on his belly with his arms at his sides, and closed his eyes. The soft "new age" music sounded like wind chimes, dripping water, and some kinds of guitar. Slowly, he stared to relax a little.

He heard the shower turn off, and the door open. He didn't bother to open his eyes. He was, after all, relaxing.

"Don't get up. I'll be right there." Cora whispered.

"That's fine, I wasn't getting up anyway." Scott mumbled, half into the massage mat. A moment later, he felt her thighs around him, as she straddled his lower back. The warmth of her skin soothed him, and made his muscles release just a bit more. 

She started in small circles on the small of his back, where his back worked so hard to hold him up all day. Slowly moving out, and up his back, she worked out knots in his muscles, and carefully caressed his skin. The t-shirt was not cooperating. It bunched, and twisted, and just got in the way.

"...So it will have to go. I'll help you." She ordered. Too mellowed to argue, he wiggled his arms around and tugged up. He was now bare from the waist up. This was not uncomfortable, just a little unusual. He noticed how much nicer, and smoother her legs felt on his back without the cloth between them. She started working again. Rough and coarse, like she was working with stiff clay. Then soft, sesnously like you would touch a sleeping lover. Releasing the last of his stress, she worked his shoulders, traps, and neck and arms. 

"Let me get your lower back a bit better." She was whispering again. While still very relaxing, something her voice sent tingles up his spine. She slid around, dragging her self across him, until she was sitting on him, with her bottom on his shoulderblades. Scott could feel her sofy fleshy thighs on him, and enjoyed it deeply. She started massaging again on the small of his back, and worked toward his legs.

Soon, she ran against his waistband, and belt. She ran against it several times, as if she were trying to move past it. Scott took the suggestion, and undid his belt and pants from underneath him.

"Thank you." Her soft whisper again. Now she pushed his pants half way over his bottom, and started moving back and forth again freely. Cora seemed to be pressing all of herself into him, not just her hands. After a few moments, and a few more bumps into his belt, she asked, "Why don't we just take these the rest of the way off?"

"Sure." A stunned reply to be sure. With a tug, and a wiggle, they were off, and he was naked, with a beautiful woman stroking him. His body tingled with sensual massage, and sexual tension. 

"And... since you are undressed now..." She opened a small bottle, and drizzled oil on his body. With long effleurage strokes, she spread the oil. It smelled of sweet almonds, and sandalwood.

Scott was in a quiet extasy. In addition to the intense physical relaxation, his skin was exhilarated by her touch, and by what she was touching. Her hands roamed across all of his back, bottom, and legs as if it was common to stroke people all over. Working on his strong hamstrings and calves wiped the last of his stress away. His muscles were completely relaxed.

This changed when, on her way back up his legs, she reached between his legs, and firmly grasped his semi-erect member. His eyes finally poped opened. He started to turn over, when she mounted him again. Now on his back, she had pinned his erection between them. Finally, he was able to look at her.

Her hair down, soft, and still damp from the shower, hung sensuously in her face. She wore a spaghetti strap silk nighty, black with tan lace, straps barely hanging on her shoulders, draping the silk down over her collar bones. It draped just gorgeously over her great breasts, and down to the tops of her thighs. Her nipples conspicuously erect through the fabric. The light lace trim brushing softly against her soooth legs. In the back, it hung loosely, draped over her round ass. His hands instinctively caressed her thighs, up and around to that beautiful ass. Under his fingers, all he felt was thin straps, and soft youthful skin. She felt as good as she looked.

"This is one hell of a massage, Cora." he whispered. 

"This is just the start Scott...." she trailed off as she leaned in and kissed him. Her thick full lips were a pleasure like no other. Moist, soft, giving, and receiving. Cora sucked gently, pulling his tongue into her mouth, drawing him into an earth-shaking kiss. No longer only semi-erect, she ground firmly against Scott's throbbing tool. Sliding down his body, she kissed his mouth, cheek, chin, and neck. Scott always had a thing for the spot his neck meets his shoulder, and she knew all about it. Waves of sensation radiated from her kisses, and caused him to twitch. 

As Cora continued to move down, Scott wanted to hold her against him, and feel her body. But when his hands brushed the sides of her full breasts, she grabbed his wrists, pushed them back, and pinned him down. 

"No... You just lie there. I need to do something to you first..." Her voice, still a whisper, seemed more sultry, more erotic and exciting. Unwilling to risk the moment, he gave in to her. 

Her hands now swirled around his abdomen, groin, and legs as if she needed to touch all the rest of him first. Scott's erection twitched with anticipation, until she grasped it and held it still, in the palm of her hand. The massage oil all over her soft feminine hands provided just enough slip for her to tease its shaft. She moved her face down toward it, and like a feline, rubbing her face against it. Scott's leg started to tremble as he opened his knees wider for her. First a soft kiss, just on the very tip... Then a short lick... She was drawing this out... When she finally slipped the tip into her moist lips, Scott let loose a deep moan. 

Cora looked up at his face. It was wrenched with tension, a sexual tension that she was about to release. With one last movement, she spread her lips around it, sucking it in just slightly, and moved all the way down his shaft, to his balls. She pushed it deep into her throat, gaging herself slightly on his flesh. It was so intense for Scott that his toes curled, and hands twisted into fists, and his whole body convulsed. As she pulled back, she sucked hard on him. She could hear him grunt deeply. She was touching on something primal. Once back to his engorged head, she pushed her self down on it again. Scott couldn't resist swearing. 

"MUTHER FUKING SONOFA... UNGH!!!"

She was thrilled with the effect she was having on him. She felt strangely powerful, to make him lose control this way. She even liked the trashy feeling of sucking him, gulping down his cock, and choking herself for him. Cora would not refuse him any pleasure, in any way, and at the moment, Scott couldn't think of anything better. Three times... four times... His whole body spasmed as she pleasured him. Eight... Nine... Ten times... She stopped counting as she moved faster and faster.

Scott's mind was a blur. Not a single coherent through could be made. Her mouth had sucked the rational right out of him. Her hands, scratching his legs, tugging at his scrotum, and teasing all of him only accelerated his impending climax.

She worked like a crazed woman, playing with her self as she got Scott off. She was close to an orgasm of her own. Finally, she heard Scott mumbling...

"I'm going to come... I'm going to come... I'm going to..." Rather than shy away from it, Cora reviled in it, and pushed Scott over the edge by saying, 

"Give it to me, I want it. Put it in my mouth, I want to swallow you..." with his cock still half in her mouth. That was it. He couldn't hold back any more. Reaching down and pulling her head down on it, his cock erupted. She gaged slightly, but when his hand came free, she pushed her self back down onto it. She gulped as much as she could, but still had some splattered across her face and large breasts before he was done.

Scott colapsed, now twisted half off the massage mat, and gasping for air. His entire body was in shock. Cora laid on top of him, with her head on his belly, still dripping with his seed. She was proud of herself. Between gasps of air, she heard him say, 

"Now That's the way to relieve stress...." 

and Cora smiled.



A Massage To Remember



It was one of those fantasies couples often play with in their minds: To have another woman join them in the most intimate of settings – the bedroom! My husband has always been the one with the vivid imagination in our relationship, although association is improving upon mine greatly. Something I have always been thankful for! The neat thing about it for me is; he has always paid special attention to my undivided pleasures! What a lucky lady I am! 

Another woman in our bed... There to pleasure me in new and exciting ways... We had often played with visions of this scenario in our minds during lovemaking. And while I can't say that I ever openly thought about being with another woman before this time, the images we shared often added new levels of excitement to the most erotic of times.

In simplest terms, "fantasy" is defined as: to portray in the mind. The question remains, is that where they should be kept... in the mind, never to be realized? Our unspoken desire would soon see our fantasy become reality... 

As time went on, the more vivid our scenarios would play out during lovemaking. So much so that while closing my eyes, I would begin to actually feel "her" full breasts pressing against me. Oh the wonderful places the mind can take us! During this time, and unbeknownst to me, adoring husband was on a mission... To locate just the right person that would make this fantasy one I would always remember! 

Their initial meeting, he later confides, took place in a coffee shop on the other side of town. Off in a quiet corner they became acquainted, developed a comfort level, and then discussed the "surprise" soon to be bestowed upon me. This was also when he discovered she was a professionally trained masseuse. What a delightful and fortunate development... Arrangements were made! The stage was set!

It was on one of those romantic nights... We had earlier completed a lite-faire dinner and were now relaxing, snuggling together while enjoying a nice bottle of wine in front of the fireplace. Somewhere along the way, I had been prepared a hot bubble bath in our master suite. Later escorted upstairs; soft music filled the air as I was tenderly undressed, placed into the awaiting soaking tub surrounded by candlelight, then served up another glass of wine along with a touch of decadence – chocolate covered strawberries! Thinking he would soon join me, I was informed "This is all for you... enjoy!" I settled back and began to relax further; enjoying the tranquility I had been treated to. Listening to the bubbles as they shimmered about, his parting words were "indulge yourself until I come for you." 

At the prescribed time, she arrived... Quietly they arranged the room, setup the massage table, warmed essential oils, and created an ambiance of flickering candles and the most peaceful of orchestral sounds. Now prepared, anticipating what was to come; they sat back to each have a glass of wine while going over their previous discussion. 

He entered while I was fully immersed into the experience... Feeling his presence, I was greeted with an admiring smile. As I stepped from the tub, then into his extended arms, I was wrapped in a towel and gently patted dry. Thinking there could be no more; to bed with my lover was where my intended destination was focused. But as I often discover, and never ceased to be amazed, he would once again take me to new places... Places I have never been!

We descended the stairs, my mind never imagining what was in store. I, wrapped in the towel he had moments ago draped around me and he, close behind. As we approached, I could hear soft melodies as a calming fragrance permeated its way to my senses. Turning the corner, I was mesmerized by the vision now in front of me. Stepping closer, I could recognize a massage table angled towards the fireplace. "What is all of this?" I inquired with much delight! The answer would soon become very apparent. As she entered the room, he announced "This is your masseuse for the evening." "She is here to pamper you." With that he took me in his arms, kissed me, and as we embraced I heard him say "Enjoy!" "Go with it as you wish." "This, too, is all for you!" He then placed my hand into hers. As we touched for the first time, she immediately placed me at ease. We made acquaintance after which I was led to the awaiting massage table. My mind, thoroughly relaxed from the bath, was now reaching a new pitch. "What do they have planned?" "Was this to be the fantasy we have been toying with for so long?" "Or is this just a massage?" The questions just kept coming. But, the distraction didn't last for long...

It was obvious from the onset that my comfort and pleasure were to be the primary focus of this night! Before ascending the table, I was invited to either remove my towel or maintain it for comfort. I elected to remove it! Now laying there face down, I felt soft linen being draped over my nakedness. Taking it all in, I was almost instantly transformed into a most receptive peace. By the time she moved around the table to face my head, I was falling into a relaxed dream-like state. I first felt her loose-fitting wrap, brush against my hair. It was next that the warmth of her fragrant, oil-covered palms began to work their magic...

Slipping the linen down to reveal my shoulders, she set out to guide me through an incredible passage. I would have never believed possible that the touch of another woman could be so freeing... so exhilarating... so desirable... And this was only the beginning! As she continued, each touch, more than the last, sent new sensations throughout my body. Time pleasingly drifted by as I found myself melting under her touch. I couldn't tell you when it happened? That moment when the linen was totally removed... revealed to her in my entirety.

Her touches were varied by intensity and placement. Still face down, I found myself swaying with her movements as she worked her way down my body. Becoming more limber by the moment, surprising myself in the process, I could feel my thighs spread ever so slightly as her fingertips approached... each pass coming closer then the last. It wasn't long before we would reach a point that would set the tone for was yet to come! 

Then it happened! While massaging my thighs I felt her extended fingers slip, for the first time, between my moistened and now obviously spread legs. I couldn't believe I was doing this! Tingles ran up my spine. My receptiveness didn't go unnoticed because it was then, while moving her tender touches up my body once again, that she perched herself close to my ear and whispered "Would you like me to continue in this way?" The warmth of her breath aroused me further – "I would love for you to!" I replied. With that she gently maneuvered me onto my back. The false sense of security I had while enjoying the encounter face down, had now disappeared. I found myself, for the first time since the innocence of childhood, fully and vulnerably naked; looking into the desiring eyes of another woman!

Watching as she made her way to the head of the table, her hands caressed me, tracing along my outstretched arms... torso... then outlining my breasts, as she continued. I closed my eyes to delight in the moment. As she leaned forward continuing her magic, I was expecting to once again feel the loose-fitting fabric of her wrap. Instead, I was to be surprised by the tenderness of her thighs pressing softly against my head. Remembering my husband's inviting words – I was now willingly going with it! 

Working her way around my body, I once again caught myself spreading my legs open for her approaching fingers. At times her thighs would press against mine as they met at the table's edge. While not overt, her breasts would occasionally brush against me during her welcomed movements. They felt full, firm and ever so inviting. I wanted more!

It seemed as though she would concentrate special attention to every area of me... working passionately as she continued. Massaging my breasts, first one then the other, I could sense her methodical attention to my pleasure. My bodily reactions and soft verbal acceptance to her technique, I am sure, informed her she was doing quite well. It was then that I felt the first flicker of her tongue on my now erect nipples. The sensations immediately worked their way through my being, producing a very distinctive wetness between my legs. She must have sensed the results of her recent actions as one hand went straight down my stomach, landing squarely between my open thighs! Slipping a finger into my waiting pussy, I could feel myself arch to meet her now rhythmic motions as she continued suckling my nipples. 

Her hand and finger movements, so delicately placed, moved with grace and purpose. Spreading my tender folds of wetness to reveal a deeper pond waiting, all I could do... wanted to do, was give myself to her! She massaged my pussy with the same deliberateness she had ministered to me while elevating me to this place. Like the first flicker by her tongue on my nipple that seemed an eternity ago, her fingers danced around my puffed-up clit. The wetness from within provided all the lubrication necessary for her to bring me close to my first of many orgasms I would experience this night.

With fully erect nipples, a puffy, dripping pussy, and highly sensitive clit; the heat building up in my body was intense! She must have solicited assistance from my nearby hubby at this point because the next thing I knew... in the heat of the moment... I felt the drip of an ice cube land on my exposed clit. I arched to what felt like the ceiling as the trickle worked its way down the length of my clit, through my enlarged lips to the table below. It wasn't but seconds later, under her continued pampering, that I reached orgasm number one! Feeling her breasts as she pressed me close, we embraced as I trembled in her arms with uninhibited pleasure... my echoed moans working their way from my mouth. 

Once again her breath wafted across my ear as she whispered "May we move to the bedroom?" Anticipating this might occur, he had again prepared the suite... this time, for our eventual arrival. The covers already turned down, we made our way to the awaiting bed. As I positioned myself in these familiar surroundings, it was now becoming quite clear that the images once played over and over in my mind during lovemaking with my husband, were about to come full circle as reality... 

Without missing a beat, we began where we had left off just moments ago. As we entwined our bodies in passionate bliss, I devoured every emotion, every touch, every nibble, and every kiss upon my body. Her touch soon brought me to another orgasm. Raising my excitement to yet another level, she repositioned, straddling herself over me. I looked up and admired the vision I was seeing. I placed my hands on her thighs as she again began massaging my breasts, only now there was something else added to the mix... 

With each purposeful motion, she would allow her exposed pussy to brush against my bareness below. I could feel my pelvis arch to meet her return. As she cupped my breasts in her hands, my nipples ached to be licked. Without a word she leaned forward, placing the first erect nipple into her warm mouth. I could feel her tongue flick back and forth across my nipple as she caressed the other while awaiting its turn. Never rushed, she then treated me to the lusciousness of her full breasts.

I could feel her pussy rubbing against my torso as she positioned her breast slightly above my parted lips. Pressing her breast against my mouth, her erect nipple entered. I began to suckle her as we moved in unison. My hands inched closer to her inner thighs where I would feel her drenched with excitement. Feeling the fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipple in my mouth, the wetness she now possessed, and the closeness of our bodies, I was breaching the point of having another orgasm.... Then another! Not long thereafter, mutually satisfied and blissfully expended, we languished in one another's embrace.

It was then that he joined us. Positioned between them I couldn't have felt any more pampered, cared for or loved! As our memorable night took us to dreamland, I knew this would be one night I would always remember!



A Massage to Remember



I met a very nice woman, her name was Dottie. She was blonde, made up (maybe too much for 9am), decent shape for her age, but her skin had a weathered look to it...like too much sun for a lifetime. She led me into a dark room, pulled back a curtain and there was my table. Head pillow, tight blankets and sheets, a pillow to raise my knees. 

She asked a few questions, my answers proceeded, she smiled and asked me to get undressed and to start face up. I nodded and moved towards the chair meant to keep my clothes. I could feel her eyes still on me before she turned and closed the curtain to give a little privacy. Before exiting one more question penetrated from her lipstick caked mouth, "are there any places, you don't want massaged?..being a complete professional of course. I said "no everything's fine.." with a coy smile.

She nodded and left, closing the curtain behind her. I grinned and began to undress, placing everything neatly on top of a nearby chair. When finished I remained in my white boy-cut briefs, the kind that expose a nice half moon cut of solid flesh...enough for a handful or a handle...and my long brown hair in a loose ponytail on top of my head.

I pulled back the blanket and sheets, slipping my body into its grasp. Lying face up as commanded I brought the covers just to the top of my breast and closed my eyes. I announced I was ready and she ripped open the curtain with a draft I could feel on my face. She closed it behind her and hastily ran about the room. Picking up a belt with a holster I saw earlier, which housed her lotion. Suddenly, I felt her presence by my face, but I kept my eyes shut, breathing deeply through my nose.

In a caring sort of way, motherly even..well she was twenty years older than I...she asked me to take a few deep, cleansing breaths. I obeyed, as she recognized this she began to lovingly stroke on massage my face..my neck...my breaths remained slow and deep, intentional even with her rhythm. She began like most therapists to meld my chest into my shoulder. 

To my surprise each sweep of her hand, ran gradually lower on my tits. My eyes still closed, I let my body respond accordingly. I started to drift, daydream let my body take my mind into the unknown. My nipples we hard, but I kept my breathing...deep and slow...I think she noticed, even appreciate. I could feel her light touch, slowly encompassing my upper body. Then the pressure grew harder, she pinpointed my muscles...seemed to release them even.

My mind drifted to my own realm. How I would use this table...or how someone could use me on this table. As I started calculating the countless scenarios and positions, the heat building between my legs fueled by my own desires... she brought me back to reality. She took control, knowing I was trying to bring someone or something else into our room...our moment. Even with my eyes closed...I knew she was enjoying this. Her pace quickened, she stroked and pumped her bottle hard each time...deliberately maybe? 

Before I knew it she was half way done with my right leg...each time stroking dangerously close to my inner thigh, grazing her long fingers and nails gently brushing my lips each time....or finding her way high enough to grab my ass with her other hand, clawing and pressing down each time.

She repeated the same pain and pleasure exercise with my left leg. Pressing so hard on my muscles, punishing me, prodding me, using me for her own frustrations...but pleasing me with soft caresses before moving on to another part of my body. I kept my eyes closed, my breaths were still deep and slow, but my blood is what pumped harder than before. With a strong voice and nimble hands, she lifted part of the blanket...exposing me...she asked me to roll away from her and lie face down.

I rolled toward her slowly instead... Letting her see the very treasures she teased earlier with her touch..her grasp. She let out a stiff breath..or was it a moan...she adjusted the blanket to keep my shoulders warm. Almost in a jerking motion she ripped the blanket from my left leg...from my toes, past my ass and to the small of my back, she slowly but careful pulled down my underwear...so it rested under my heavy cheek. She exposed me now, I moaned a little through the hole in the head cushion and she responded.

With each leg she exposed me the same. Opened to the cold, blankets pulled free and carefully tucked between my legs...underwear bunched in a line beneath my ass. She raped my legs, my thighs and my cheeks. Firm strokes, pressing the flesh between her fingers. I remained calm, submissive...allowing her to do with my body what she pleased. I offered no resistance to her touch, to her expertise, I trusted her guidance and the direction she was taking my body.

My legs were covered now, warm to the touch...she moved this time much slower. Her only remaining victim was my back...I was face down, head in a suspended pillow, hair still up, but wild from her previous touch. The blankets gently lifted from my shoulders, slowly exposing more of my flesh along the way. Where was the final destination I thought...I could feel the covers revealing my soft flesh...The blanket firmly placed at my base of my ass. I felt an instant rush pass through me, goosebumps flushed to the surface..so much going on at once...was that her breath at the bottom of my back?

She began to stroke me lovingly, I noticed a change in her demeanor. Her professional distance had closed, I felt with each full run of my back her thighs were pinning my hand to the table. I felt the rock hard bottle in my side...sometimes she positioned it in the palm of my hand...accidentally of course... But it felt like a rock hard cock that couldn't be silenced...I felt my face flushing, my breath quickening...heart starting to race...she moved back and forth...from one side of the table to another; time seemed to stop. 

Suddenly, even with my head down and eyes still shut...I felt a presence to my right. She grabbed my arm and placed it at the small of my back and held it there firmly. I was caught off guard, my heart picked up a knot formed in my throat, but I let her take my body. My breaths still deep and slow...her grip firm, hard and controlling. When released she went to my other side, grasped my other arm and held it just as firm as before, at the small of my back and let her other hand go to work.

My arm was released, I could feel her own reach stretching. Her thighs pressed up against my arm filling my cupped hand over and over again. She was rubbing herself on me each time, using the weight of my body to press the right parts of hers. Her tits rubbed through her shirt across my back, I could feel her nipples through the material easily. Like little diamonds raking across my back. Her hard belt and bottle stroking me, pressing into me with each grab and pull of my muscles.

Once fully covered she began to rake her nails and rub her hands up and down my body. Still face down, I've finished many appointments in this same position. I waited for her command to open my eyes, a sign our time was over. When it didn't come, I felt her hovering close to my face. She held up a corner of the cover and asked me again to roll away from her.

Even with my eyes still closed, I rolled towards her. Letting her see every inch of my body. My rock hard nipples and perky exposed tits. The wet spot between my legs on my cotton white panties. There I was lying face up, wet panties in a ruffle, taught breasts open allowing her to examine my body fully, perfectly, deliberately.

She placed the cover up to my chin and slowly, methodically cased every inch of my face...the slow caress of my neck...her hands united at my chest and rolled down my breasts. I felt her nails on my ribs, her fingers sweeping my belly button. She proceeded to my thighs, the covers still restraining my body to the table. I felt something between my legs grow warm, she positioned her mouth about my mound and pushed hot air through the blanket to strike my core.

My eyes still closed, like a good girl..I let a soft moan escape my lips, my nipples like mile markers on the roadmap of my body signaling through the covers unrestrained. She hastened to my face, leaned down her hair brushing me and whispered "I'm finished sweet girl, take your time getting up. I'll be just outside if you need help."

Once gone, I opened my eyes. Adjusting to the soft light, or should I say lack there of. She dimmed them through our session. I tried sitting up, but my head was spinning and a warm rush flew through my body. As I managed to pick up my used body, I began to slowly dress myself. Finishing, I made my way through the curtain and down the lobby to my final destination.

She stood there a cup of water extended. Her face flushed, her breasts a little firmer than before and her hair slightly disheveled. I greedily drank the water, she watched me take every drop and licked her own lips when some of the water dripped down my chin and onto my chest. I placed my money on the counter and thanked her for the experience. Before turning to leave, she lightly grabbed me by the arm...a twinkle in her eye, a flush of her cheeks, a shortness in her breath.."No, thank you...". Needless to say, I've rebooked for next month... 



A Massage to Remember



It was my last client of the day and I was dreading it, I could see the snow beginning to fall against the window and I knew that if I wasn't carefully, I could end up being snowed in at work and I couldn't think of anything worse. I did decide however to make an effort as I lit the candles and let the aroma of vanilla drift through the air and fill the room. The room was nice and warm and I was ready as I stood there in my plain white uniform.

I heard the bell ring which indicated the door had been opened and stepped out expecting to be rubbing the muscle of yet another strapping young lad who'd pulled something whilst playing some sort of exercise but I couldn't have been more wrong! The young woman who approached me was awe-inspiringly gorgeous with her pale skin and she had an oriental look about her as I followed her into the room and handed her a towel and pointed at an extendible wall to remove her clothes behind, she did so quickly dropping her clothes and delicately wearing the towel, she approached me once more, giving me a smile and then laying down on the bench. For the first time, I properly checked her out and although it was unprofessional, I could feel the twinge of an erection begin as I cheekily peeked under the towel at her well rounded and curvaceous body. I moisturised my hands and began to rub between the shoulder blades, there are many different techniques of the masseuse but I just went with my gut instinct. I used the palms of my hands and felt for tension and I could immediately feel a knot which I pressed my knuckles into and rubbed them again, I heard her mutter something along the lines of 'it feels so good' before she sighed once more and I moved further down to the bottom of her back, I used the base of my hands and pushed up towards her should blades before alternating and pushing down towards her bum. I walked back up to the top of her body and worked systematically, working from left to right, attempting to find any more tension which I could relieve but then I stopped in my tracks. I felt something on the back of my leg and I quickly realised it was her, I tried to ignore it as I began to massage her back with more aggressive techniques such as almost karate chopping her back in certain places, that was returned with "OH YES" but I didn't respond, I never did as it was at the height of unprofessionally. 

She ran her fingers, one by one, up the back of my leg and squeezed my bum. I was almost frozen, I wanted to break it off so I could continue to massage her but I didn't want it to stop. I quickly distracted myself and broke off the contact by asking her if she'd like some music on for the last half an hour, she nodded and I obliged as I knelt down and found the CD in the cabinet. I put it on but as I turned around she was on top of the covers and the towel was hanging off the top of the bookshelf with all my massaging books on. 

I was in complete shock, I didn't know where to look but I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I was fixated and now I could see her curves in full light, it was almost too enticing, I wanted to grab her then and there but I did the sensible thing and locked the door and pulled the blinds down, luckily the music would drown out any noises we now made and I rushed towards her and just grabbed her, now I finally had her in my hands and where I wanted her as I pushed her back and she lied there, not knowing what would happen next but the mischievous smirk on here face meant that whatever it was, she was going to enjoy it. I know despised the tight white trousers which felt like they were restraining me and I tore them off, she was impressed by the strength and before she knew it, the boxer shorts were on the floor and I'd widened her lips and pushed my way inside her. I was instantly hit by the warm, moist feeling as the pink flesh surrounded and clung on to my fully erect penis now. She gasped when I originally pushed my way in and now she felt me find my rhythm and began to moan loudly each time I thrusted my hips as I kept in time with the bassline of the music. 

The warmth of the room had caused me and her to both began to sweat excessively, she flung her head back and let out an ear-piercing scream, I smirked and enjoyed each and every thrust as she moaned more and more. Her fingernails dug into my back and ran down and I could feel my back throbbing from the scratches but it was pleasurable pain and I retaliated as I reached deeper and deeper inside her as I could feel her tight pussy getting more and more moist and I began to slowly rub her clit with my fingers and she began to bite her lip as she stared directly into my eyes and enticed me forward. My lips latched on to her breasts as I sucked on it whilst penetrating. I was constantly doing something which didn't give her time to recover as I knew that she would be struggling to walk afterwards. After all I could always offer her a free massage to help her out when it was over.

She knelt up and the beads of sweat shined off her olive-like skin, before turning around and laying on all fours enticing me to enter her from behind and I obliged with enthusiasm. She moaned and looked back at me, pleased with me so far. Her anus was even tighter than her pussy and my cock burnt from the friction but I enjoyed it and carried on, using her hips to keep the momentum going but I began to tire due to the heat of the room and also the adrenaline was departing from my body so I made the most of the energy I had left as I gave one last flurry of thrusts which resulted in a burning sensation which was gone as soon as it had came as I emptied it all inside her anus and she laid on the massage bed as I pulled it out like nothing had even happened! 



A Massage to Remember



Here it is, the third and final chapter of my story of Dana and her mother. I never intended to even write a second chapter, but the demand for a sequel was huge and I felt I had to give more. I could have rushed into the lovemaking in the second story, but I felt that would cheapen it, so I wrote a midpoint story. Hope you enjoy this last piece.

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Six months. They say a lot can change in such a short time, and for me, that was as true as could be. Just six months ago, I was lusting and desiring my mother, feeling I would never have her. Now, six months later, I was massaging and worshipping her every Friday night. Every Friday, I would get to feel all over her sexy body. Even better was that now she let me massage her the way I wanted to. I could kiss her, suck her nipples and taste her womanhood. I would have never thought I would ever be this close, this intimate with the woman I loved. 

Still, there was more I wanted. I still had not gotten the last thing I wanted from her. I still had not gotten the chance to truly make love to my mother. Each week, I felt we were getting closer to that final, satisfying step. It was not just my own desires that made me think so. It was also what was happening between us, outside of our weekly massage time. Things had changed with us, and I felt she was becoming more receptive to my desires.

About a month ago, things took a great turn. One night when she came home from work, I hugged her as I always did, but this time I took a chance and I kissed her too. On the lips, and I held it. She did not back away, in fact she pulled me closer as we held our kiss. I had to lean my head down a bit, because while my mother definitely had a bigger ass and bigger breasts than I did, I was taller than her. She was smiling at me when we separated. I was trembling after that kiss. That was all the encouragement I needed, and since that night, I have kissed her every day when she came home from work, and other times too.

Another night, while we were cuddled together, watching a movie, I got daring. We were spooning as we watched the movie. Feeling cheeky, I put my hand right on her breast and squeezed. She did not get angry. She just giggled, and she did not move my hand. I kept squeezing, then I began to roll her breast in my hand, round and around. Eventually, she did stop me. "Okay Dana, that's enough for now." She said. "For now." She said, meaning I could do it again. I did do it again, many times. During some movie nights, or other times we would cuddle like this, I would put my hand back on her breast later, though I would just hold it. She never moved my hands away. Sometimes she'd push her chest further into my hand, or put her hand on mine and push my hand deeper into her tits.

In the kitchen, when she'd be making dinner, I'd walk up behind her, put my arms around her and put my hands on her breasts, grinding my crotch against her butt. She would just giggle, and push her butt back against me. I'd start nibbling and kissing her neck, until she'd push me away, telling me she had to finish dinner. Some nights I would do this multiple times, and despite how intense I would get, she'd be equally receptive. I could feel her nipples harden when I would fondle her breasts, and I could see her face turn red, flushed and hot.

Mom was more like my girlfriend now, but I still had not gotten that last thing I wanted from her. With what she was letting me do, I had a feeling I'd have it soon. I'd grope her breasts and butt, I'd kiss her and bite her. I would walk in while she was getting dressed, in her room or after her shower, and she'd never tell me to leave. She'd never reciprocate, never do to me what I had done to her, but I was fine with that. Compared to what I had from her six months ago, this was heaven. No matter what I did, all she would do is smile and giggle, sometimes jokingly chastising me, but never would she get angry. With everything she was letting me do, I was sure soon I would have her, all of her.

After six months, I was anticipating our eventual coupling. After what she had me do when I massaged her, and what she allowed me to do at home, I had a feeling it was near. Six months after I had started massaging her, it all came one eventful night. It was Friday, time for our weekly massage time. Like all other times, I was wet with anticipation and hope. 

My heart was pounding as I entered her room, hoping tonight would finally be the night. Like every time before, she was standing next to her bed, bathed in heavenly light from her bedside lamp. This sight never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She always looked so heavenly like this. I walked up to her and hugged her, and for the first time before our massages, I kissed her. To my surprise and delight, she put her arms around me and kissed me back. Even with our mouths closed, it still made me tremble.

After about a minute, I broke our kiss and set to undress her. It always turned me on to do this. To slowly reveal every inch of my mother's body. Still looking into her eyes, I started unbuttoning her shirt. She always wore button ups before we did this. I'm sure it was on purpose, just to tease me. As I undid the third button, my desire won out and my eyes went to her chest. I began to lightly hyperventilate as more of her chest was revealed. 

At first, all I saw was her cleavage, but more of those enticing mounds were revealed to me as I undid each button. Once I opened the last one, I pulled the sides back and slid her shirt off her body. Once again, I was greeted by the sight of my mother's almost naked torso. All she had on now was her white lace bra, my favorite one. I pulled her into a hug again as I set to undo her bra, kissing the top of her chest and her shoulders. I always acted like it was hard to undo her bra, just to give me a little more time against her. I know she noticed, but she never said a word.

Her bra undone, I stepped back as I slid the straps off her shoulders, then removed the cups from her breasts, revealing those lovelies to my eyes again. Before I worked on her bottoms, I leaned forward and kissed over her breasts and down her stomach, taking a hearty suck of each nipple. "Mmm." She mewed, like each time before. I kissed all the way down to the button on her pants, stopping when my lips touched cloth. I looked into her eyes, smiling as I opened her pants and unzipped them. My eyes went back to her pants as I slowly slid them down her legs, showing me one inch after another of smooth, flawless leg. 

My kisses followed, until I reached her knee. I slid them off of her, she stepped out of each leg. I did not have to worry about socks or anything like that, she was always barefoot at home. It was such an erotic sight, to see my mother in just her white lace panties (also my favorites), they cupped her butt and pussy perfectly, and I saw the wet spot on the front. I gave a long, sensuous lick up her leg as I reached for her underwear, turning her to face away from me. Slowly I pulled her panties off of her, and in my face was now her delicious butt. I licked and bit over those cheeks. Once they were off her body, I turned her to face me again, and planted a small kiss on her sex.

Greeted once more by the sight of my naked mother, I led her to the bed, laying her down. I ran my hand down her body. Across her back and butt and down to her feet, before I straddled her to give her my usual sensual massage. I would only do these for her. No one else would receive this kind of massage from me. There was no one I loved like her. Never once did I skip a step. I always took my time with her, making sure I got to massage and caress every inch of her body. I would kiss her, suck her nipples and rim her ass.

I'd lick and taste her legs and feet, and take large tastes of her pussy. Just like every time before, it got me so wet to do this for her. My heart was pounding, my nipples were hard, my pussy was wet and my breathing was labored. I know she knew how hot this made me. The worst part for me each week was when it was over. I hated that I would have to wait another week before I would get to do this again. I did not want to increase the frequency of our sessions though, I did not want the enjoyment to wane. 

Finished with my massage, I got up off the bed and her, set to leave the room. I went to her, to receive my thank you kiss. Normally, after kissing me, she'd fall asleep. Not this night. After our kiss, she asked me to stay. She wanted to talk to me again. I was scared that she did not want me to do this for her anymore. That would be the worst thing she could tell me. Shaking with trepidation, I sat down on the bed next to her as she sat up, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she rose. I got a thrill seeing that her nipples were still hard. Sitting up now, she turned to face me. It was a little strange, sitting here on my mother's bed, with me still fully clothed and my mother completely naked. It took effort on my part not to just stare at her breasts, or that lovely cleft between her sumptuous thighs. It was thrilling to me to sit with her like this, to continue to view her naked body. 

Scared as I was, it was a small comfort to see she was still smiling. "Now, before I begin, let me just say I'm not going to ask you to stop with our weekly massages. I enjoy them too much to stop them now." She said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least those times were not over. Still, I was racking my brains trying to figure out why she wanted to talk. She took a deep breath, before she spoke again. "Now Dana, I know how much you desire me. Your offer to massage me gave me an inkling, and the way you massage me now only confirms that. Like I said before, when I asked you to massage me the way you wanted to, I'm not mad. I'm quite flattered actually, that someone your age finds me so desirable, even if it is my own daughter." My heart was pounding now. Was this leading where I think it was? Could this night finally be the night I had hoped for?

"I will admit, your desire for me has made me think a lot over the last six months. I've never been with another woman. I never was interested, until what happened between us the last few months. I'll admit, I'm now curious about what it is like." My heart was pounding, could this be it? Would I finally make love to my mother? "So Dana, I have a request." I was still scared. Would she take that step? Would she let me, her daughter, make love to her? What if she just wanted me to find a woman for her? She sighed, like she was mulling over what she was about to ask. She then spoke. "This might be strange for me to ask, but I want to know what it is like with another woman. So honey, will you show me? Will you let me see what it is like making love to another woman?" 

My jaw dropped. She wanted me to make love to her. It was finally happening. I would finally get to make love to my mother, the woman of my dreams. Not only that, she had never been with another woman, and she wanted me to be her first. My mother wanted me to give her her first lesbian experience. I was overcome with joy. I hugged her to me, and kissed her. "I would be honored mom." I said to her, then I kissed her again. For just a moment, our lips stayed closed, before we opened our mouths and deepened our kiss. As we kissed, she put her arms around me, and for a few minutes, we sat there on her bed, kissing deeply. As we kissed, my hand trailed down to her breast and I started fondling it. I rolled and squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple and flicked it with my fingers. I did not stop kissing her while I did this, and she moaned into my mouth as I played with her tit. 

I could feel her breathing quicken as I toyed with her, before I glided my hand further down to her snatch. My other hand resumed playing with her tit as my first hand started rubbing her womanhood. She was moaning more now. In a circular motion, I rubbed over her sex, not yet touching her clit or fingering her. 

She broke our kiss as I rubbed, needing air, and I used this opportunity to kiss down her body and take those dear nipples into my mouth. I licked over her areolas, flicked her nipples with my tongue and then I bit one. "Ohhhh." She yelped. I could see her face flushing again, her cheeks and chest turning pink as her arousal grew. I was still fully clothed, but I knew soon that would change. She was getting very wet, coating my fingers in her feminine fluids. I smiled around her nipple, still sucking and biting, as I put one, then two fingers inside her. "Oh god." She yelled, before she moaned louder as I began to piston my fingers in and out, then made a come hither motion inside her tunnel. "Oh Dana, that feel so nice." She whined. Briefly, I let go of her nipple and smiled at her. "It's only going to get better, mom." I told her, before resuming my suckling. I could feel her vagina contracting around my exploring digits, and I knew she was close. I put my thumb to her clit and rubbed her as I fingered her. 

Stimulated in three places, she came in just a few minutes, already worked up from my earlier massage. "Ooohhhh, yesss." She screamed as she came. It was a small come, but that was fine for me. I had more I wanted to do to her, and to have her tired out now would not do. She was panting hard. I took out my fingers as she opened her eyes, and smiled at her as I put my soaked fingers to my lips and sucked them clean of her divine offering. I could see the look in her eyes of intrigue as I tasted her. I had tasted her from my fingers many times before, but this was the first time she saw me do it. I then pulled her to me and kissed her again, letting her taste a bit of herself on my lips. 

That kiss was short, and I gave her no warning as I broke the kiss and kissed down her body, spending little time on her breasts. I pushed her down to the bed as I kissed lower, until my lips once again touched her most intimate place. She had barely touched me yet, but I was still very wet. Down between her legs, my nose was filled with her scent, and it was magnificent. She was so wet, and I was eager to taste her. I did not hold back. I buried my face in her center, and licked over her lips. She started to gasp at my light licks, before she made a huge intake of breath as I pushed my tongue between them and deeper into her. 

She tasted divine, even better than she did when I would massage her. This time, I was not going to take a few tastes. My hands went to her pussy and spread her lips more, and my face went even deeper into her. My nose was rubbing against her clitoral hood, and I could feel it trying to break free. I took one of her inner folds between my lips and sucked. "Uhhh." She whined, then jumped as I bit. I tugged them with me teeth and she began to writhe. She could not keep her eyes open, especially once I put my fingers in her and stroked deep within. "Oh Dana, that feels so nice. Be a good girl and make mommy come. I'm so close." I would not comply, not yet. I wanted her to come hard, and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could.

She ran her hands through my hair as I ate her. Wanting more, I spread her legs more and put them over my shoulders. I looked with happiness as the petals of her soaked flower opened more for me. I dove in again, licking and sucking her lips and driving my tongue deeper into her. There was something so erotic about kissing where I had come from, kissing and licking where I had entered the world. Now, finally, I was going back in, at least in some way. With her legs spread so far, it parted her butt cheeks and feeling naughty, I licked down over her perineum and briefly tongued her ass. "Oh you naughty girl, I can't believe you do that. No one else has ever done that for me." 

I smiled at that. She deserved to be pleasured in every way, and I was happy to fulfill that. I licked all over her, from her clit to her asshole, tasting her most secret and forbidden places. She was writhing now, so sensually. I had her close, and I knew she'd come hard. I wanted to hear her scream, and as I continued licking her pussy, I put a finger in her ass and another in her channel. I sucked and nibbled at her lovely pearl, and she shook with joy. She was close, and my senses were overwhelmed with her scents and tastes. I moved my fingers faster in and out, and I bit her clit gently. This was all she needed, that final push to send her over the edge. 

"OOOOHHHH DAAANNAAA." She screamed as she came. I continued to lick and finger her as she rode out her come. She was trembling and shaking, her eyes shut in pleasure, her teeth gritted. About half a minute later, I heard her finally gasp and then breathe hard, taking her first breaths after such a hard come. I withdrew from her and kissed back up her body, pulling her up to me again to kiss her, sharing her juices between us.

She soon broke the kiss, and looked me in the eye. "Oh honey, that felt so good. I can't wait to return the favor." She beamed. "Take your clothes off, I want to please you like you did me." I was shaking with anticipation, ready to finally be loved by mom. She wanted me naked, but I wasn't going to undress myself for her. 

"No mom," I said to her, a look of shock filling her face. "I want you to undress me." I told her. I saw a spark of excitement in her eyes. She reached for my t-shirt and quickly pulled it off me, before reaching down and removing my pants. She pushed me back so she could get them fully off, before she took my hand and pulled me back up to take off my bra, then moving down to pull off my thong panties. She was very quick to get me naked, and it excited me immensely, knowing how much she wanted me naked at that moment. As she threw my panties off the bed, she looked back to me and we sat for a moment, just admiring each other's bodies. 

I never thought it would excite me so much to just sit with another woman, but the fact that it was my mother, my dream woman, admiring my naked body made me tremble. Again, my lips pulsed with a desire to kiss her, to claim her. She made the first move, pulling me to her to hug me and kiss me. My smaller breasts consumed by mother's huge mounds. As we kissed, a jolt shot from my nipples to my pussy as I at last felt my nipples glide against hers. She must have felt it too, as she started rubbing her breasts back and forth against mine and our nipples continued to "kiss". Those brief moments when they would catch, before springing apart, got me trembling. Her hands rubbed over my back and down lower until she was cupping my butt. I moaned into her kiss as she squeeze my ass cheeks. I jumped a little when I felt her finger prod briefly at my rosebud. She continued to take liberal feels of my ass as we kissed.

She must have been eager to reciprocate, because she quickly separated her lips from mine and kissed and licked down my body. She stopped at my neck, burying her face in its crook. She kissed all over my neck and bit. "Ohhhh, mom." I mewed. I was overcome with excitement. My dream woman was making love to me. She bit me hard, and I know she left a mark. "Uhhhn" I breathed. She wanted more, and skipped kissing the rest of the way and dove into my breasts. I loved feeling mom's hands on my tits, and her lips sucking my nubs. She licked and flicked, and bit. I was very hot, and flushed. I could feel sweat gathering on my brow. 

I was hot, very hot. She did not spend much time at my breasts. She did not kiss down my stomach either. She jumped straight to eating my pussy. She may not have had much experience in eating pussy, but her enthusiasm was beginning to make up for it. She did not finger me. She just buried her face in my cunt, licking and sucking all over. "Ohhh god mom, this is so awesome. Eat me, eat your daughter's cunt." I screamed. I was overcome with pleasure. My mother was eating me out. My dream woman was tasting my most intimate place. I could not even think right now, words failed me and she seemed to love how dirty my words were, because she ate me with even more gusto. She did not seem interested in making it last. 




A Massage to Remember



Her intent seemed to be solely on making me come quickly. Being pleasured by the woman I loved, that happened quickly. The love I felt for her doubled my pleasure. She did not continue to eat me as I came. As I came, she quickly sat up and pulled me to her. Coming down from my come, she kissed me again, and we spent a few minutes sharing my juices. To taste myself from my mother's lips was arousing on its own. After kissing her, I pulled away and looked her deeply in the eyes. I could see her love for me, and her excitement behind those deep blues.

"Did you enjoy that mom?" I asked her. She nodded happily. "I did honey. I never thought I could enjoy something like this with another woman. Thank you." She said to me. I was smiling, but I had something else on my mind, one last thing I wanted to do with her tonight. "Hold on mom, there is one more thing I want to do with you." I said. I then spread her legs and mine, then pushed my crotch to hers, until our lower lips kissed. We both shook as they kissed. My eyes closed briefly, taking in the feel of my mother's pussy against mine. With both of us so wet, they glided and swept against each other. "Ooooh." We both moaned. I started to push and slide my pussy against hers, and soon she was returning the act. Our nipples continued to kiss as well, springing and rubbing together as our breasts glided over each other. Both of us were moaning and gasping at this moment. 

Our bodies were slick with sweat, and that just made our bodies rubbing together more erotic for me. I was in bliss at this moment, being so intimate with my mom. I could not hold back anymore, and I roughly put my lips to hers. She responded enthusiastically, fiercely returning my kiss. My hands continued to explore her sumptuous body, rubbing her back and cupping her ass, my other hand feeling her tits. She was doing the same to me. I could feel my orgasm coming, the moment overwhelming me, but I saw mother was not there yet, and I slowed down. 

I wanted her to come with me. She moved with me, speeding up when I did, slowing down with me when I slowed the pace. "MMMMMMM." I heard from her, and felt in my lips. I could feel the heat from her body, the pulsing of her pussy, the rapid expansion and contraction of her chest. I could even feel her heartbeat against my own. She was just as into this as I was. I cannot even tell you how long we were together like this, and the longer it lasted, the closer mom came to coming. I could feel her near the precipice.

At this moment, a thought was in the back of my mind. I was as close to my mother as I could possibly be. Our bodies pressed together, meeting in every intimate place. My hand in her hair, hers in mine. Our mouths together in a loving kiss. Nothing separating us, both our bodies bared to the other. I was overcome with joy, and a few tears of absolute happiness escaped me. I finally had what I had wanted most in my life. I finally had the woman of my dreams in a way I had once thought impossible. At that moment, NOTHING could make me happier. That small thought pushed me over the edge, and I came. I came harder than any time in my life. 

I knew it was, because for the first time ever, I passed out. As my vision went dark, I saw the look of complete satisfaction on mom's face, and I smiled, feeling she had come with me. When I came to, I was lying on my mother's bed, my face resting on her bosom. She was smiling down at me, stroking my hair. "Oh my sweet little girl, that was wonderful. Mommy has not felt this good in years. Not since your father died." I smiled a little, happy that I had made this a wonderful experience for her. 

"I was glad to give it to you mom." I said. "I must confess, you were right. The first time I offered you a massage, it was an excuse to touch you so intimately." My breath caught, and I poured my heart out. "Oh mom, this was great for me as well. I've wanted you since I was just starting to feel sexual desire. You were the woman I wanted most. I thought I'd never have this with you. I cannot tell you how happy I am right now." She just giggled. 

"Well honey, it was great for me too. I was apprehensive about this, because you're my daughter, but I have no regrets. I don't care what others would say about what we did, because I enjoyed every moment of it." I was bursting with joy at hearing this. After years of desiring my mother, I had finally had my chance with her. I rose up and kissed her again. Both of us were very tired now, as we fell asleep together in her bed, our arms around each other. I fell asleep with my lips still to hers.

In all honesty, I would have been happy with just this one time. Once was enough for me, to have that one night with my mother. Instead, this was not our only time. This all happened five years ago. After five years, my mother is still my lover. Even at 45, she's still as sexy as she was when she first became the object of my desires. We live together still, like woman and wife. I sleep in her bed now. We wake up together, go to sleep together, and even shower together. We go out on dates. When we're places where people know us, we're just a mother and daughter spending time together. When no one knows us, we are just like any other couple. We make love often, and it is superb. I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life. Mom is all I need, and I know I'll never have another lover. I still cannot believe I have her. I never would have thought that my fantasies would ever become reality. 

And yes, I still massage her every Friday night.



A Massage to Thrill



You sat in your kitchen at home with a cup of coffee and the local paper,You didn't feel on top of the world, the family had gone off to work and school and you were at a loose end. 

As you leafed through the paper you spotted an advert. "MASSAGE!" it said in bold letters, "let our qualified masseurs or masseuse bring your body back to life rid it of its tensions." then gave a local telephone number. 

You thought to yourself "I love a massage," you had had them before and what the advert said was right, they did invigorate. You were tempted, you thought about what you had to do and there was nothing you couldn't leave until another day, so on an impulse you picked up the phone and dialled the number given. 

A female voice answered and at your request she gave you all the rates and times available, she also told you that an appointment with Mr Thomas was available for 2 pm.that afternoon which you pondered on then accepted, every other massage you had experienced had been given by a female, but none were available today, therefore with slight misgivings mingled with a tremor of excitement, you accepted Mr. Thomas. 

You found yourself counting the hours to your appointment, as the minutes ticked by, you looked forward to it more, You took a long hot shower and prepared yourself.

You arrived at the salon on time and presented yourself at the reception, your identity and time was confirmed, and the receptionist asked another young woman to take you up to Mr Thomas's rooms. 

The girl was aged about eighteen and chatted as she took you up the stairs, she told you that Mr Thomas was the youngest and probably the best masseur they had, and was very popular.

She took you into a medium sized room, well lit and furnished, she said you should undress and wrap yourself in a provided towel and then to go through another door where she said Mr Thomas would join you. The girl left and you slowly undressed until you were naked then wrapped the towel around your body and went into the inner room. 

This room was smaller, it had a leather covered massage table in the middle and a washbasin at the side, there was also a smaller table which was crowded with oils and potions you assumed, You also saw that on the wall at the head of the table was a full length mirror.

Just then the door opened and in strode a tall man, slim and good looking in a craggy sort of way and you estimated his age at about 30. He was wearing a loose fitting blue overall.

He came towards you smiling and extending his hand, "Hi I'm Gary Thomas," he said. 

"Hello," you responded and took his hand. 

"Are you ready to go?" 

"Yes," you confirmed. 

"OK climb up on the table and lie on your front, you should leave the towel on." 

"I intend to," you thought to yourself, and lay down with your fist supporting your jaw.

You noticed that by looking into the mirror on the wall in front of you, it was possible to see what was going on behind you.

"I'm going to start on your neck and shoulders, that is where the most tensions are," said Gary and proceeded to knead and pull and push all of the muscles in that area. "Yes you do have some tightness here but we are gradually loosening it up," and he was right, your shoulders were feeling much looser. "I'm going to work on your back now but I will have to lower the towel, Is that OK with you?" 

"Yes, " you nodded, and he lowered the towel until it just covered your bottom.

He adopted a different approach to when working on your back, this time he pummelled and thumped you with the sides of his hands, he was really quite rough with you, then he gripped your flesh and pulled and pushed it back and forth. but as before it did make you tingle and you found were very much enjoying his hands on your body, he was stronger than the women masseuses you had tried before and therefore more effective.

You were quite surprised next when he said he was going to remove the towel altogether and without waiting for your consent, he whipped it away, 

You were now naked in the presence of this man and you looked in the mirror to see him pouring oil onto his hands which he then put on your buttocks, and began rubbing vigorously. First he concentrated on the right buttock then the left one, and each time he switched he ran the side of his hand along the crack of your bum. You could not deny that your body was responding to his touches, you had it in your mind constantly that Gary was a man and he was beginning to fire your female body up.

Through the mirror you watched him as he moved to the bottom of the table and began working on your feet, He bent your legs so that your feet were almost level with his face and he worked one toe at a time. The arousal you had felt inside was now getting stronger, you kept your eyes on the mirror and saw that he was massaging your calves . 

Suddenly, you realised that from the angle he was at, he could clearly see your pussy, 

Because you were so aroused you parted your legs further to give him a better view and you could see that he wasn't missing the chance to look. He now moved his hands to your inner thighs and was doing no more than caressing you, but making sure his hands constantly brushed against the lips of your pussy. You could feel the wetness leaking out of your slit and you couldn't suppress tiny gasps and moans. 

"Please turn over Mrs.Gray," and you could hear the passion in his voice, you turned on to your back feeling immense excitement yourself, and you boldly presented your totally naked front for Gary Thomas's eyes to feast on. He looked down in awe at your lovely body, a body that only your husband had seen in the last ten years. You became overwhelmed by the passions and lust emanating from you.

"Touch me Gary," you whispered and with his left hand he squeezed and caressed your breast, His right hand moved down your body and slipped between your legs, He ran his finger up and down the slit dividing the two lips of your pussy, then squeezed your clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, then carefully and gently, he eased his finger through your parted pussy lips, and deep into your dripping wet love hole. With his thumb he flicked your clit and he moved his finger in and out of your sex

"Ooooooooohhhh," you gasped, "Ooooohhh, I love it you cried, faster faster," 

"I want you, NOW! "shouted Gary urgently." 

"Oh yes yes fuck me Gary I want your cock in me." 

Gary took his hands from you and threw off his overall, he was naked underneath and you just glimpsed his long hard cock.He moved to the bottom of the bed and pulled your legs so that your bottom slid to the edge of the table, he held your legs by your ankles then rested them on his shoulders, forming a long vee, and guided his hard cock past your vagina lips and deep into your welcoming cunt.

"Aaaaaaaaaggghh," you cried out as the full length of his hard knob speared into you.You felt his balls hitting against your bum as he slammed in and out of you. You gripped the side of the table feeling the tension inside you grow to bursting, and you gripped his cock with your pussy lips. 

He felt big and stretched your pussy lips, he drove downwards into your hole and with each thrust his cock pressed against your clit, you tingled all over, your skin burned and your head swam and all at once wave after wave of sensational feelings overcame you and love juices spurted from you making you writhe and lift your body to meet Gary's thrusting, you screamed and cried, your eyes tightly closed and you felt Gary stiffen, then pump rapidly in and out of your sex, and felt his sperm swarm into your inside. He continued grinding into your body, you were tingling so much you felt on fire, and only slowly did he stop. 

He stood between your open raised legs, his cock still inside your pussy hole. "Oh Mrs Gray that was sensational," he murmured, you said nothing, but lay quite still your eyes closed, in shock over what had just happened to you so unexpectedly. 

Gary withdraw his penis from your pussy, you lowered your legs and opened your eyes to see him at the washbasin washing his cock. He dried it, and walked back towards you still naked. You were fascinated by his now limp cock hanging between his legs, "Has that been inside me?" you asked yourself and from the tingling inside your cunt, you knew it had.

Gary kissed you and helped you struggled up into a sitting position. He was obviously worried that you were going to accuse him of taking advantage of you, but you had no intention of doing that. 

"Do you have sex with all of your lady clients?" you asked him. 

"No," he smiled, "I don't, but there are a select group of married females who do come to me just for the sex, Its a private secret arrangement." he stopped and looked you squarely in the eye, "Can I add your name to that list Mrs. Gray?" he enquired. 


"You cannot," you said, then paused and added, "But I may come back again one day." 

"Yes, please do" said Gary, and he left the room, leaving you alone to dress and walk down the stairs. 

"We do hope you were satisfied with your treatment Mrs. Gray. Will we see you again soon?" asked the receptionist. 

"You probably will." you replied, and walked out to your car. 



A Massage Too Far?



My name is Susan and I am a happily married mother of two in her early forties. I have above average sized breasts that have retained most (but not all!) of their youthful firmness. I've put on a bit of weight over the years on my hips and thighs and I have a little bit of a tummy. My girlfriends often tell me how good my body still is, and I often see men, including younger men, ogling me. I am a senior manager in a government agency and I was away on yet another conference. These conferences tend to be dominated by middle aged lecherous men, so I generally avoid most of the late night drinking sessions that go hand in hand with these events. On this occasion I went to the welcome drinks as there were a few people I wanted to catch up with, but I called it a night very early, as I was giving a presentation the next day. After I'd showered, phoned my family, and settled comfortably into bed I got very horny. I'd been doing a fair bit of masturbating over the last 12 months in particular, as the marital couplings had really started to diminish. With wild thoughts of being ravished by a young man with a nice hard thick cock, I started to finger my pussy and rub my clit until I came with a relieving orgasm. 

After that, I went to quickly sleep and the next day I woke up and gave my presentation that went really well. I always find presenting at a conference stressful so I was a both relieved and exhausted and I returned to my hotel room early in the evening. As I was flicking through the folder of information about the hotel, looking for the room service menu, a brochure fell out about in-room massages. I picked it up and absently put it on the small table that is typical of most hotel rooms as I organised what I wanted for dinner. As room service came, I idly read the brochure and thought it would be really nice to have a massage to unwind. When I spoke to my husband that evening, I mentioned that if it was okay by him I'd like to get a massage that evening from a professional. I assured him from the brochure that it was all non-sexual. He suggested that if that's what I wanted then he was happy. I joked about whether he would still be happy if the masseuse was a male, and stereotypically he assured me that if he was, he would most probably be gay anyway. 

I bit the bullet and made a phone call to the number on the brochure. A friendly female voice answered and I asked her if there was a masseuse available for an hour or so that evening. She said sure, she would send Paul over within the hour. I hesitated for a second when I heard a man's name, but I thought what the heck, he'll probably be gay anyway, just like my husband said. I showered and made sure the underwear I had on wasn't too revealing and covered up with the bath robe that was in the hotel room wardrobe. 

An hour or so later, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and met Paul. He was a young stocky guy probably in his early to mid 20s was my guess. He was casually dressed in a polo top with fairly baggy pants. He was carrying a large bag which was obviously his portable massage table and accessories. I invited him in and he looked around for a suitable place in the room to set himself up. We made small talk for a little bit, while he assembled the table and sorted his gear out. Once this was done he explained the massage rules so to speak. That I was always the one in control, and if anything hurt or felt uncomfortable in any way, or if he was touching anywhere where I thought he shouldn't be touching, he would cease what he was doing immediately. He explained that he had seen hundreds of people naked or semi-naked in his line of work, so I didn't have anything he hadn't seen before. I nodded at the appropriate time, acknowledging and agreeing to what he was saying. At the end of his spiel he wanted me to reconfirm that I was comfortable with everything and I did so. Following that he asked me to take my bath robe off and get myself comfortable on the massage bench. He also suggested I wear an eye mask which he said often helped his customers block out any distractions and heighten sensation. 

Paul busied himself, lighting candles and heating oils as I stepped out my robe. I must admit that I did feel a little bit self conscious at this stage as I took my robe off, and laid on my stomach on the massage table. Paul looked quiet hot and I think the only man in the past 15 years to see me in my underwear had been my husband. I put the eye mask on as Paul suggested. The room smelled deliciously fragrant as the aroma of essential oils burning filled my nostrils. I lay back calmly for what seemed like a fair bit of time as Paul continued to fuss about. 

Paul said that he was ready if I was and I responded affirmatively. He asked if I could undo my bra and I did so, cautious not to flash my boobs at him. Once I was comfortable again, Paul placed his warm and smooth hands on my shoulder blades and commenced a sensuous gliding motion, spreading massage oil across my back and shoulders in broad circles. He continued to work his hands over my shoulders and then my back applying firm but extremely comfortable pressure. He moved his hands to the back of my neck and initially it felt like he was caressing me like a devoted lover before he applied more pressure. After giving my neck a good going over, he slid his hands down my sides, in doing so he ever so slightly brushed the sides of breasts that had pushed out slightly as a result of me being flat on my stomach. I didn't object and I felt the slightest tingle in my pussy from this briefest of touches. Paul spent some time working on my lower back, applying firm and even pressure. 

After awhile, Paul let me know he would be starting on my legs. I heard him apply more warm massage oil to his hands and he bent my right leg at the knee and started to massage my calf and ankle. He then placed my leg back down on the massage bench and briefly massaged behind my knee before working up to my thigh. If you'd asked me the previous day, I'd have been comfortable lying down in only my panties while a young man massaged my thighs I would have said no, but I had already melted at the hands of this magician. He continued for what seemed like quiet a period massaging my thighs, the focus of his hands had moved higher and more towards my inner thighs. Just as I thought he might be getting too close to my pussy, he moved around the other side of the table and started the same routine on my left leg. I was only partly relieved at this as his tantalising touch on my bare thigh was exquisite. My mind started to drift to thinking about how, given his expert touch, he must be a great fuck.

Paul went on to massage my arms, my hands with lovely little circles around my palms and tugging ever so lightly on my fingers one by one. I must admit by this stage that I was languidly aroused and wished my husband was here to fuck me afterwards. The darkness of the blindfold helped my mind to wander. 

Paul then asked something which came as a bit of a shock. He asked if I wanted to lay on my back so I he could finish the massage. He must have noticed my surprise and he stressed again that he was a professional and I was in control. I was so relaxed and carefree by this stage though I said yes, even though this meant exposing my boobs to this young man. I momentarily lifted the blindfold and blinked maniacally as I was dazzled by the sudden burst of light, and then sat up on the bench allowing my boobs to sway freely. I laid flat on the bench and got myself comfortable, the naughtiness of it all was turning me on, as I adjusted myself on the bench and placed the blindfold back on. 

Paul positioned himself just above my head and started to massage my shoulders and my upper arms. It was really starting to turn me on knowing that Paul was copping an eyeful of my breasts. He slid his warm hands down my sides from my shoulders downwards and along the sides of my breasts. I was really getting turned on and could feel my pussy tingling from the attentions of his amazing hands. I thought I'd heard Paul's breathing become a bit ragged, but I wasn't sure. My focus was on my tingling body and the deft hands that danced ever closer to my erogenous zones. Ever so slowly and teasingly, Paul's hands and fingers moved over more and more of breasts but without touching the areoles or nipples. I could feel myself lightly biting my bottom lip and just as I was about to let out a sexy moan when Paul took his hands away and moved over to the table as he put more oil on his hands. To my sweet surprise he then stepped back and placed his warm and oiled hands fully on my breasts and started to flick my nipples while applying smooth and gentle pressure to the rest of my breasts. I now let out a moan, leaving no uncertainty that I was immensely turned on. Paul asked if I was okay and if I wanted him to stop. I detected a coy mocking tone in his voice, but I didn't care about that or my husband at that point in time. I just wanted to be ravished by this young hunk. 

While continuing to massage my nipples, Paul bent over and started to softly kiss my mouth. I responded with passion as his tongue delicately but firmly parted my lips and worked its way in to flick rhythmically across my own tongue. He increased the rhythm and pressure on my breasts and I could feel my pussy was soaked, its fragrance was starting to fill the room. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I reached around and found his hard crotch bulge and started to cop a feel of what felt like a nice fat cock of average length. Paul ground his hips towards my busy hands before extracting his hands and lips from my body and scooping me up and sitting me on the edge of the bed. I instinctively reached for his cock again and freed his member from his trousers. My god it was thick, and I knew it was going to fill my hot pussy to the brim. I grabbed it at the base and guided it into my waiting mouth. It was not too long that it made me gag, but thick enough to fill my mouth. I looked into Paul's glittering eyes as I repeatedly slid his cock along the inside of my cheek. It was Paul's turn to moan as I slobbered over his cock and as I did so I reached down with other hand to probe my pussy through my panties, which were now soaked with pussy juice. 

Paul told me that he wanted to lick me, so who was I to complain. I got up from the bed, removed by spanties and laid down on the bed and for the first time in over 15 years I spread my legs to reveal my pussy to a man other than my husband. Paul laid down and started to massage my pussy with his tongue, divinely flicking my engorged clit and then taking it gently in his lips and tugging with them ever so perfectly. I ground my whole vulva against Paul's face, wanting him to simply swallow my sex to put out the fire that was raging there. All the while, he was sliding his fingers lightly up and down my inner thighs, before moving them up and smoothly delving two fingers into my slick vagina, and applying exquisite pressure to the walls of my vagina as he moved them in and out. I could feel the pressure building as Paul increased the speed of his probing fingers and his tongue continued to dance its devilish tune on my enflamed clitoris. It was all too much and I came, releasing a guttural scream and clenching Paul's head in my spasming thighs. I lay back quivering and catching my breath as Paul slowly withdrew his fingers and moved his mouth away from my still pulsating vulva. 

Paul stood up and not surprisingly his cock was rock hard. He moved up on the bed and laid next to me. As our eyes met, his mouth descended upon mine and I could taste my pussy juice as he again kissed me deeply. I reached down and firmly grasped his thick cock again and gently tugged on it. Each tug elicited a deep groan from Paul. Even though I had only just come, I was ready to feel that cock inside me and knew Paul was as horny as hell too. I whispered to Paul to fuck me. He got off the bed and walked to his bag and extracted a condom and a tube of lube. He opened the condom wrapper, with some effort rolled the rubber over his cock and squirted some lube on it. 

Paul laid back down on the bed and I straddled him, grabbing his hard slippery cock and directed it towards my pussy hole. It took a fair bit of squirming to get Paul's cock into me but the instant it was in, I bit my lip as I felt my whole pussy distend around the fattest penis I had ever encountered. I started to ride Paul, slowly at first, as my pussy took a bit of time to become use to the girth, and then gradually with more vigour. Paul was moaning with every stroke and was kneading my well oiled boobs with urgency. I knew Paul was close to cumming so I put my palms squarely on his chest and fucked him hard, grinding into his crotch on the downward stroke With perfect timing he rose to meet every stroke and I could feel my own orgasm build as well from the pounding. As we reached a frenzy of fucking, Paul's strokes lost their rhythm as he came and came hard. I continued to ride him as I plunged into another quivering orgasm, my pussy muscles squeezing the fat cock that was still lodged inside. 

As we both came down from our orgasmic highs, I removed myself from Paul's now softening cock which caused a loud plop as it was released from my stretched pussy. As I looked down I marvelled at how much cum was inside the condom. Paul went into the bathroom and came back out with the condom discarded, but with his slick cock still slightly turgid. Paul grinned at me as he went into his bag of tricks and pulled out a fat black vibrator, about the same size as his cock. He wasn't finished pleasuring me!!!! I smiled lasciviously as he asked me to get on all fours so he could fuck me with the vibrator. My pussy was still slick from the previous fucking, not to mention the stretching it had received from Paul's godly girth. He slid the vibrator straight into the hilt and the overwhelming pleasure of a full pussy overtook me again as he began moving it in and out, withdrawing it nearly all the way out before plunging it back in deeply. He kept up a methodical and teasing rhythm for a time and I intermittently whimpered softly as the vibrations tantalised my pussy walls. Paul momentarily stopped the action as he got himself into position to lick my clit again before sliding the toy back into my welcoming pussy. I was in heaven again as the young Adonis with the wonderful skills worked me to fever pitch again. I was whimpering with every stroke now and pushing my vulva down against Paul's face to extract every bit of pleasure from the tongue lashing I was receiving. Despite already coming twice, I knew with the attention my pussy was receiving that I could not hold on for much longer. I slowly slipped away from reality as nothing else mattered; my pussy was the centre of the universe as I was overtaken by one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I released a low throaty scream of pleasure before slumping forward on the bed, my body simply going limp as my pussy continued to spasm and I gasped for breathe. I was spent. 

After a time, Paul got up from bed and I noticed he was stroking his cock to attention. Paul told me he wanted to give me a facial. After the extended pleasure he had given me, I couldn't let him walk out without giving him what he wanted. Paul took the lead and arranged the pillows on the floor and I arranged myself on my knees. He moved his cock to my lips and I consumed the bulbous head and sucked on it like a lolly as he vigorously stroked the base of his own cock. It didn't take long for Paul to increase the speed of his tugging. He withdrew his cock head from my lips and I knelt motionless as his wrist became a blur around his cock which was only inches away from my face. Paul groaned and his hips shuddered. A stream of semen spurted from his cock, the first blast splattering across my nose and my upper lip. Despite already having cum once, Paul was still able to really let fly with a volume of semen that continued to cover my lips and part of my nose and I felt some of it slide down on to my chest. 

A satiated Paul shook the last drops of semen from his cock and I smiled a cum covered smile up at him. I knew that it was about time to call the evening quits but I certainly could complain as I got much more pleasure than I had bargained for from my one hour therapeutic massage. I had come three times and had also received a huge blast of gooey cum across my face. I couldn't remember the last time I had come more than once in a night. Paul started to pack away his things and I went into the shower to clean myself up. As I emerged from the shower, Paul was dressed and had packed away his massage gear. We bade fair well and as he walked out the door I joked that I would recommend Paul to my friends. 

Now what to tell my loving husband.......................................