Massage Therapy
The summer of 1992, oh how it changed my life. I was 23 years
old and working
as a chef in a local upscale restaurant. This particular
week in July was
extremely hot and humid. The temperature rose to well over
130 degrees in the
kitchen and we where downing iced-water like crazy on that
Friday night. It
was early on in the evening and the dinner rush was just beginning.
It was
going to be a long hot night. Nobody in their right mind would
want to cook in
weather like this. Friday's were always rough. The
only thing that we looked
forward to was the Lotto drawing. Every Friday night Susanne,
the dining room
manager, would get the numbers from the TV in the bar. After
writing them
down, she would post them on the bulletin board in the kitchen
saying, "Read
'em and weep fellas". This night we were all looking
for our pot of gold. The
entire state had been going nuts over this jackpot, $87
million!!!!!!! It had been
building for weeks. Let me get to the point. I was the sole
winner of that pot. I
had always told my coworkers, if I had won, I wouldn't
even say good-bye.
Well, I did say good-bye. Don't get me wrong, it was
not that I didn't like the
people I worked with, they were coworkers, not friends.
Believe me when I tell
you, the restaurant business is a dirty business. All of
a sudden, I wanted
nothing to do with it anymore. "Bobby, " I said,
turning to the head chef, " I
know that this leaves you hanging, but, I gotta go."
And, I left. I had no idea
what to do next. I was lucky in the fact that, I have a great
family and I knew
who my friends were. Anyone crawling out of the wood work
would be dealt
with.
Over the next few months I made sure that my affairs were
in order. I spoke
with the investment specialist that my father had used
for well over 20 years. I
made sure that my family was taken care of and that I would
not have to work
another day in my life. My mother and father had done well
over the years and
were nearing retirement. They did not want a penny. My father
did not want a
new house, car, trips or anything else. I could not even
pay off their mortgage,
which had been settled a number of years earlier. I did however
make sure that
they did not want for anything. My older brother was also
doing very well. He
was working as an investment banker in New York City. Eventually
he got
married and moved back to New England. It was a great pleasure
of mine to
pay for his wedding, pay off their mortgage (which they
did not want me to do,
so I did it anyway), and set up a trust fund for my beautiful
niece. Lastly, my
younger sister. She is a special education teacher who
had just graduated from
college. She loved the part of New England where she had
gone to school and
was working. I purchased a nice two bedroom condo for her
and set up a trust
fund for her. It is a shame that our teachers are not compensated
the way
that they should be. My sister has a heart of gold and is truly
gifted in her work
and I love her to death. I have made sure that she will NEVER
want for
anything just because she is in a profession that does not
pay her enough. As
for me? I have followed my dreams. I purchased a house in
a piece of property
in my hometown, on the water. On it, I built my dream home.
My fathers sense
of want and need had been instilled in me to a certain extent.
The only want I
purchased right away was a boat. I needed to fulfill my passion
for fishing. It
was not a very big one either. Enough to get me out on Long
Island sound for
the day. Since then I have indulged my sense of adventure.
I have jumped
from airplanes, been on safari in Africa, fished for Giant
Black Marlin off the
coast of Australia and everything in between. I guess that
is why I am writing.
My adventures. Some of them scary, some fun and some extremely
twisted and
perverted. I decided to document my adventures in a journal.
After finding so
many erotic story sites, I decided to submit some of my own.
I hope you enjoy
my first story. If the response is good, I will post others.
Enjoy!!!!!
What started out as something to occupy my time had grown
into a full time
job. After traveling for quite sometime, settling into
my new home and making
sure my investment were doing okay I needed something to
do. About four
months ago I placed an ad in a local newspaper, advertising
massage services
for "sophisticated women". It was more of an
entertainment publication that
contained personals as well as adult services ads. In my
add was a beeper
number for prospective clients to call. I had decided that
this would be an
upscale operation and would screen my clients carefully.
I could deal with a
rich ugly woman but not a poor one. Two days after the ad appeared
I
received my first page. I had been beginning to believe
that the ad was a
waste of time. I looked at the pager and walked over to my
computer. I had
obtained some software that would tell me the location
of the number. I was
not going to venture into the poorer parts of the are. I plugged
in the number
and was pleased to find the number originated from an exclusive
section of the
state. In our phone conversation I told Linda that the cost
was $500 per hour.
She booked an appointment for that afternoon and gave me
directions. My only
requirement was that she be freshly showered when I arrived.
"Shit, that was
easy", I thought. I decided my services would consist
of a massage of warm oil,
both front and back if so chosen. The client would then be
wiped down and
massaged again with baby powder. Linda turned out to be
an attractive woman
in her early 40's. Her husband was an executive in New
York City and was away
most of the time. I made sure that the massage was very sensual
and I took
my time spending a little more that an hour and a half. From
the section of
town I was in, I knew that there must be other neglected "trophy
wives" in the
area.
She certainly enjoyed the massage and said she knew of other
who might enjoy
my services. Well, word spread and I soon had a regular set
of clients.
Depending on the client, the services expanded into sex,
role-playing and light
BDSM. The more a client wanted the more expensive it was.
The money wasn't
important. I could probably buy their husbands. But, what
the hell, I was
having a ball. On one this particular afternoon, I received
a page from a new
client. She said I was referred to her by Cheryl, another
client of mine. My
relationship with Cheryl had progressed into a role playing
situation in which she
called me Daddy. Amber requested an appointment for later
that afternoon. I
told her I was booked and she offered to pay double. I told
her I would
reschedule my other appointments and be there in an hour.
As always, I asked
her to be freshly showered. Amber answered the door wearing
a long black silk
robe. She was stunning. No more than 32 years old, about
5'6", short auburn
hair and small breasts. This was going to take longer than
an hour. She invited
me in and offered me a drink and I heard some soft new age music
in the
background. I declined and asked her where I could set up
the massage table.
She led me to a glass enclosed terrace that over looked her
back yard and out
into Long Island Sound. She seemed a little nervous and
asked what she was
required to wear for the massage. I told her this was for
her pleasure and that
she should wear whatever felt comfortable. I set up the
table and Amber took
off her robe to reveal a wonderful body. She was wearing
a matching light blue
bra and g-string panty set. Her stomach was flat, obvious
of a workout regime
and her cheeks were flushed a little red from embarrassment.
I told her to relax
and just lie down on the table. As she lay on her stomach I
notice what a
perfectly shaped bottom she had. She asked that I help removed
her bra so it
would not get in the way. Before I began, she offered to pay
me. I told her not
to worry, that could come later. I went on to describe the
service and told her
if she felt uncomfortable in the way I was touching her body
to just let me
know and I would stop. I began with the warm oil on her shoulders
and neck.
Gently rubbing the oil into her soft tanned skin. As I worked
we made some
ideal chit chat and she would occasionally let a soft moan
escape from her lips.
I worked down to the small of her back, noticing her tan lines,
applying some
pressure to relieve any tension. I skipped over her buttocks
and began on the
backs of her thighs. She looked back at me with what I thought
was a look of
disappointment and then smiled and put her head back down.
I worked down to
her calves and her feet. I noticed her breathing had quickened
just a bit.
Working back up her legs I parted them slightly, she did
not resist, and
massaged the inside of her thighs. I came within millimeters
of her cotton
covered vagina. Her breathing had picked up again. I asked
her if she was
enjoying the massage and if I was crossing any lines as I
place my oiled hands
on her buttocks. All she could do is release a pleasurable
moan. I gently
kneaded the oil into her cheeks and noticed a small yet visible
stain on her
panties. She was enjoying this. I then wiped her down with
a linen clothe to
remove the liberal amount of oil I had used. After spending
about a half an hour
on her backside, I asked her to roll over. Once she was on
her back, she stated
that she was a little embarrassed. When I asked her why,
she pointed out the
growing stain between her legs. I looked gently into her
eyes and let her now it
was a reaction I had seen before and there was no reason for
her to be
blushing. On her front side, I started with her feet and
hands. Slowly I
massaged the oil into the skin of her hands and feet. Then
I moved to her well
toned arms. Amber had her eyes closed and was smiling. Her
breathing had
tapered off and there was a pure look of relaxation on her
face. I spent very
little time when I moved back down to her shins. I had come
to find out that
there was very little pleasure derived from having your
shins massaged, it was
all bone. I quickly move to her thighs and her breathing
once again picked up
pace. I accidentally brushed against the cotton of her
panties and heard her
softly say how good it felt. . I moved slowly up to her abdomen
and worked
their defined muscles. Again the spot on Amber's panties
began to increase in
size. She seemed almost in a trance-like state, enjoying
my touch and hearing
the music in the background. I hated to disturb her but,
I needed to ask her if
she wanted her breasts massage as well. She said yes please,
in a somewhat
submissive voice. I liberally dripped the warm oil on them
slowly, drop by drop.
Her breasts firm yet not very big. Not quite a B-cup, I thought
to myself. As
my hands worked over her chest, her nipples harden. I gave
them a playful but
sensual pinch. Amber jerked a little bit in what might have
been a mini orgasm.
I looked up at her face, her eyes still closed and a broader
smile across her lips.
I rolled her nipples between my finger looking for another
reaction. To my
surprise Amber went almost rigid and let out a long breath.
By the look of the bright blue patch on her panties now, I
was sure it was an
orgasm. I grabbed a fresh linen cloth from my bag and began
to wipe her down.
As I worked on her thighs, Amber adjusted her panties and
the outline of her
labia became apparent. Have I mentioned that I was hard
as a rock by now
but, I maintained my composure. When Amber opened her eyes,
she looked at
me and smiled. She asked if I had ever had a client orgasm
during a massage. I
chuckled and told her on occasion and it made me feel good
to know that she
was enjoying it. I began to apply baby powder on her legs,
this time massaging
very lightly. I continued the finger touch massage with
the powder all over the
front of Amber's body, again causing her nipples to
stiffen. I again playfully
teased her nipples and heard her groan. I traced my fingers
from her toes all
the way up to her neck and whispered to her to flip over. Amber
began to
question me about additional services. I told her some
clients had requested an
internal or external cleansing , shaving or my special
service. I knew that would
extract another question, which it did. Amber's face
blushed when I told her
the special service included the same massage she was getting
now, followed
by a cleansing (shower, douche and enema) , shaving of the
legs, armpits and
pubic area, then a second massage which included both a
vaginal and anal
massage. With the mention of the last massage the spot between
her legs
became larger. She turned and looked me straight in the
eyes and asked if we
could continue into the special service. She went on to
tell me that her
husband was older and did not pay much attention to her.
She did love him and
kept herself as attractive as she could, working out everyday
etc. But, it was
to no avail. Knowing that I had another appointment I had
to turn her do. She
again offered to double the price. I reminded her of the
cost, knowing by the
location and size of the house she could afford it. I agreed
and asked her if I
could use her phone. I called to cancel my next appointment
and returned to
Amber still on the massage table. Amber told me that she
would forego the
cleansing, since she douched and gave herself an enema
each morning. It was
part of her daily regime. The I suggested the shaving , she
stated that that
would not be a problem either however she would like the
entire treatment at
another time. I began to think to myself, this woman keeps
herself in excellent
condition, she is a very sexual being and her husband doesn't
touch her? I
decided that I would give her the attention she deserved
and craved.
Now, laying on her stomach, I place my fingers under the
waistband of her
panties and slowly, almost teasingly, began to slide her
panties down. She
raised her hips to make it easier for me and I got my first
glimpse of her vagina.
Her labia glistened with moisture and her hips were moving
up and down slightly
in anticipation. The tan line from her thong was very pronounced
against the
rest of her bronzed skin. I found her tan lines extremely
sexy and was beginning
to have trouble hiding my erection. Again, I told Amber,
if she became
uncomfortable just let me know and I will stop. She smiled
and told me she was
not going to stop the impending massage. I dripped a liberal
amount of oil on
each cheek, then down the crevice in between. I took my time
rubbing the oil
into her buttocks. I did not want to rush, I wanted to be sure
Amber enjoyed
this. I spread her cheeks slightly and revealed her puckered
anus. The skin to
the opening was slightly darker and glistened from the
oil. Amber let out a
pleasurable gasp as my fingers made their first contact
with a very intimate
area. I lightly circled her rim with two fingers, applying
just enough pressure to
make her tingle. She seemed very tense so I knew I needed
to be gentle. While
my right and was making circles, my left hand worked the
small of her back and
her cheeks. Breathing very heavily now, Amber turned her
head to me. With an
expression of pure ecstasy on her face she asked me to insert
a finger into her
anus. I let my fingers linger on her puckered rim and asked
her if she enjoyed
being pleasured anally. Amber replied that nobody had
ever touched her there.
I knew that being gentle was of the essence. I increased
the pressure on her
anus and she instinctively resisted. Bringing my hands
away, I lowered my head
to her ear and whispered for her to relax. I kissed the nape
of neck and let my
hand descend to her crevice. Softly massaging, I let my
tongue trace all the
way down her back. Amber's moans came louder and more
often. I heard her
voice say something about sweet torture.
I was extremely aroused at her reactions. My erection was
throbbing but, after
a moment, I composed myself. My tongue was now at the very
top of her
cheeks. I separated them to expose her little hole and let
my tongue make a
quick pass across it. Amber gasped and went rigid for a moment,
then relaxed.
My tongue danced around her most private passage and I let
my right hand
wander to her outer labia. Amber raised her hips slightly
and I cupped her
pubis. For the first time I realized her vagina was completely
bare. My, she was
so wet. I delicately penetrated her anus with my tongue
and massaged her
outer lips with my fingers. Slowly I spread her lips, being
as subtle as I could. I
did not want the sensation in her vagina to overwhelm the
feeling in her anus.
My fingers explored her inner folds without entering her
cervical canal. I
quickened the pace of my tongue as my finger found its way
to her clitoris. It
felt erect and very hard. My tongue continued to venture
deeper inside her
anus. I knew that I would have to make sure she was completely
relaxed
before I inserted a finger. Being an anal virgin, I did not
want Amber to feel the
slightest bit of discomfort. This went on for about ten
more minutes, teasing
her tight little anus with my tongue and gently rolling
her clitoris between my
thumb and forefinger. Amber's vaginal secretions
covered my right hand. I
thought I had counted two orgasms since I began caressing
her with my
tongue, not earth shattering orgasms but enough to keep
her satisfied. I lifted
my head from between Amber's cheeks and sensually
kissed my way up her
back, sometime lingering for several seconds. I placed
gentle pecks on her neck
and moved to her ear. With a gentle lick, I whispered for
her to roll over.
Amber looked up at me and smiled. Her hand instinctively
moved to her bare
pubis and rubbed lightly. I leaned down and kissed her on
the lips. She opened
her mouth and soon our tongues were dancing passionately.
As our lips were
locked together, I felt Amber's hand caressing my
erection. I wasn't going to be
able to take too much of that. I broke our kiss and let her
know that this was
not about my pleasure. She smiled and rubbed a little harder.
Amber said that I
had made that very apparent and knowing that only turned
her on more.
Saying she needed to see it, she unzipped my khakis and undid
the button on
the top. I stepped back and took off my shirt and let my slacks
drop to the
floor. My boxer shorts hit the floor soon after, freeing
my erect penis.
I stepped forward and caressed Amber's breasts, paying
particular attention to
her erect nipples. With her right hand, Amber masturbated
herself. I reached
for the oil and dripped some on her breasts, belly, and pubic
mound. I went to
work on her breasts and she on her vagina. Now with her hands
oiled up, Amber
engulfed my member with her hand and slowly started moving
back and forth.
Her strokes were both sensual and rhythmic, just enough
to keep me on the
edge. I leaned forward and kissed her amorously. Our tongues
again intertwined
in an erotic dance. Slowly I kissed and licked down her neck,
her fingers
running through my hair. I took one of her nipples in my mouth
and teased the
other with my fingers. I suckled her breast gently and to
my surprise was
rewarded with a few drops of warm sweet milk. I looked up
at Amber a she
smiled devilishly, telling me she lactated since she was
in her late teens. This
was a special girl. I spent more than fifteen minutes teasing
her breasts and
tasting their nectar. Her nipples were very sensitive
and she moaned
continuously in delight, mini orgasms shuddering through
her body. I had Amber
on the verge of a major orgasm now for almost two hours. It
has time I paid
attention to her vagina, which was plentiful with juices.
When my tongue made
initial contact with her protruding clitoris, Amber gasped.
I picked my head up
for a moment to take in the beauty of her bare womanhood.
Her lips slightly
parted and effulgent, her clitoris prominent. I idly began
to lick the outer labia
and massage her anus with my finger. Her hips responded
with a rhythmic
motion, moving upward to meet my tongue. Her secretions
flowed and
moistened my fingers, allowing me to penetrate her rectum
for the first time.
Feeling my inserted finger, Amber mumbled something that
resembled "thank
you". I made little circles with my tongue on her now
engorged clitoris
occasionally slipping it deep inside her vaginal opening.
Both the pace of my
tongue and my finger pick up the pace and Amber became more
vocal. She
cried out with pleasure, saying how good it felt having
a man between her!
legs. After roughly twenty minutes, I thought Amber was
going to
hyperventilate her breathing had become so rapid. Without
warning, her legs
shot straight up in the air, her hips bucking and she screamed
in an explosive
orgasm. I slowed the pace of my tongue and withdrew my finger
from her anus.
At a leisurely pace, I lapped all the secretions from her
lips, thighs and anus,
allowing her to come down from her orgasm. Amber lay there
for several
minutes basking in the afterglow, shuddering a few times
from what she
described as aftershocks as I lightly caressed her inner
thighs.
A few more moments passed and I helped Amber to her feet and
held her in my
arms. We kissed passionately and I asked her if she would
like to be bathed.
Her eyes lit up and she led me to the bathroom. The bathroom
was enormous.
An oversized bathtub sat in the corner that was probably
big enough for three
people. Just next to it was a large shower stall. I stepped
up to run the bath
water and Amber said she would rather I join her in the shower.
I nodded and
opened the shower stall to find three shower heads, one
from each wall. I
turned on the water, let it run for a few moments and had Amber
step in. I
followed just after. My erection had subsided but, that
soon changed as I
began to soap Amber's shoulders with a fruity smelling
shower gel from behind
her. She reached behind with a hand full of gel and massaged
my member to
hardness. I let my hands drop to her breasts and slowly caressed
them, making
her nipples stand straight. I manipulated her breasts
and heard a soft moan.
The water coming from three directions cascaded down our
bodies. Amber's
hands left my erection and cupped mine over her bosom, giving
them a tender
squeeze. Her hands ascended up behind my neck and she arched
her back
causing her warm buttocks to make contact with my penis
and exposing the
front of her neck. I leaned forward and kissed her neck as
she began to grind
her backside into my crotch. My hands found their way down
to Amber's bare
pubis, making contact with her clitoris. Amber shuddered
almost immediately in
a mini orgasm, still gyrating on my member. Turning her
head she kissed me
intimately, then bent forward to! give me access to her
delicate passage. Her
eyes seemed to plead for me to enter her. I told her it was
not necessary for
her to please me. Amber responded by turning and dropping
to her knees and
taking my member in her mouth. I was amazed when her lips
made contact with
my stomach. She reached up and cupped my testicles, massaging
gently.
Waves of pleasure reached every nerve in my body. I stroked
her hair while her
tongue swirled around the head of my hardness. Having been
is this aroused
state for sometime, I was not going to be able to take mush
more of this.
Amber's lips released my member and slid her body up
mine. Giving me a gentle
kiss she said, " I need you inside me." I was more
than willing to oblige.
Again, Amber turned and leaned forward, exposing her moist
vagina, her lips
pouting. I guided the head of my erection to her labia and
softly teased them
by sliding it along the slit. She lunged her hips backward
trying to get me to
penetrate. I became a little caught up in teasing her and
avoided entering her
just yet. I let the tip of my penis linger at her entrance
for a few moments and
let the head slide in, then quickly withdrew. Amber quickly
gulped for her
breath. Again with the tip at the entrance I slid in further
feeling the velvet
walls of her vagina. I set a slow pace knowing if I went too
fast this would end
much too quickly. I concentrated extremely hard, being
sure that I did not
ejaculate abruptly. My hands caressed her hips and cheeks.
I heard her mumble
that she was going cum as her tight vaginal muscles pressured
my erection. I
let my right hand slip underneath to stroke her clitoris.
As soon as I made
contacted, Amber convulsed in a combustible orgasm. The!
heat and wetness
inside her engulfed my member. I had to slow the pace. I let
my hips come to
and almost complete stop and began to pet her back and her
hair. Amber
straightened up, turned her head and kissed me. She was
panting, telling me
that she wanted me to cum inside her. All of a sudden, I no
longer had control
of our pace. Amber bucked her hips quickly and rhythmically,
impaling her self
on my penis. Reaching behind her with on hand she cupped
my scrotum and
squeezed. I released deep inside her womb and grunted loudly,
her internal
walls clamping down hard on me. I felt her body quiver in
one last orgasm. I
withdrew and Amber turned, reached down and caressed me
as I went flaccid.
We embraced and kissed for the next few minutes under the
movement of
water. I let my hands run lightly over her body as she reached
to turn off the
water.
We stepped out of the shower and I grabbed an oversized towel
to dry her.
The terry cloth roamed over her body absorbing the wetness.
When I was
done, I asked her to stand still while I dried myself. I had
noticed some lotion
near the sink, retrieved it and commenced on moisturizing
her entire body. She
led me to the bedroom where I found another long silk robe
hanging behind the
door. I helped Amber put it on and tied the sash for her, then
led her back
downstairs to the sunroom. I placed Amber comfortably
in lounge chair and
went to make her a cup of tea. When I returned, Amber was sitting
quietly
reading a book. I placed the tea on the table next to her chair
and proceeded
to pack up my things. Before I left, Amber told me how much
she enjoyed the
massage and that she would like to book an appointment for
next week. We
made it for early in the morning so I could help her with her
normal routine.
Amber rose and walked me to the door, handing me thirty $100
bills. I kissed
her on the lips lightly and told her to put her money away,
I had enjoyed it just
as much as she did.
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