Her Massage

This is my way of confessing.  They say writing it down and expressing your thoughts will help to eliminate the guilt I feel.  I have been a professional masseuse for twelve years and have never erred so badly.  But this one time I violated the most important ethical principle of the profession.  Not only do I feel guilty about it, but I am also afraid it can only end badly.

She made the appointment by phone – a referral of her mother, a long time customer.  She was familiar with my services and asked for a one hour soothing massage.  The day of her massage a terrible storm came up and all my customers canceled except for her.  She lived close by and had a 4-wheel drive jeep.  I was immediately struck by her beauty and I could see she had a body to match under her neatly tailored winter clothes.

I brought her into my massage room which was a converted bedroom.  It was large and well lit but with hedges outside to maintain privacy.  I had already turned on the space heater for extra warmth and placed a flannel electric blanket over the massage table.  I even had a small heater for my massage oils which gave the room a pleasant scent.  It was a welcome oasis in a white winter land.

“Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.  We’ll start on your back so lay face down.  You may keep your panties on if you wish.”   I gave her a few minutes before I knocked and entered.  I couldn’t help but notice the tiniest black thong lying on the top of her clothes.  I congratulated her on making an appointment when everyone else had canceled.  She asked if there would be a bonus and I told her that we certainly wouldn’t be rushed.

I turned off the electric blanket and folded it down exposing her back.  Her back had a graceful curve that led to a narrow waist.  I began the massage from the top of the table and rubbed her shoulders, neck and upper back.  She immediately expressed her enjoyment by whispering soft comforting sounds as my hands ran up and down her back.  Moving to the side of the table I worked the lower back along with her upper back.  Her skin was soft and supple.  I couldn’t help but notice the sides of her breasts pressed against the table.  I could see their firmness.

I was getting excited.  Something I rarely did.  But I felt my pants tightening.  I massaged a lot of women but seldom were they as young and as beautiful as this woman.  I have to admit her quiet vocal responses to my massage also helped.  When I rubbed her sides she moaned a little louder seemingly encouraging me to massage the sides of her breasts.  But I resisted the temptation.  Moving to the end of the table I uncovered one leg and massaged it with two hands.  My movements were slow and deliberate.   The higher I moved on her leg the louder she moaned, clearly enjoying it.  Her moans seemed to be encouraging me to go even higher.

I did the other leg and repeated the pattern.  Her humming sounds continued.  I decided to take a risk and massage her perfect bum.  I did this with a number of regular customers but seldom with someone I didn’t know.  I did one cheek and then the other kneading and squeezing her large firm gluteus muscles.  She responded positively and so I moved one hand to the bottom of her rump while the other spread across her crack encompassing both cheeks.  I moved gently from side to side.   She had a great bum and I loved massaging it so I spent more time than normal on it.  Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

“Ok, time to turn over.”  I held the blanket up to make it easier for her to turn over, peeking at her exciting figure, catching a glimpse of her full breasts.  I massaged her face and shoulders and arms.  As I pulled each arm stretching it, I managed to drop her hand in my lap letting her feel that I was excited.  It was subtle and quick but she responded with a loud exhale and arched her back a bit.  When I finished with her arms I moved back to the head of the table and began to massage her chest.  Moving my hands around the edges of each breast I pulled and rubbed the muscles and tissues that made up the bulk of each full firm bulb.  She had magnificent breasts.  Even lying on her back they stood proud.  She had quarter sized areolas punctuated with two tiny rosy hard nipples.

“That feels good,” she said, “you have great hands.”  There was a momentary pause before she said, “don’t be shy.”  I wondered what she meant but only for a second.  My hands moved over the tops of her breasts and my palms ran gently across her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned.  She began to move her hips slightly and I decided to spend a little extra time here since she was enjoying it so much.  She reached for me with her arms and I had to break off and stop her from touching me.  She understood and put her hands under her head, smiling broadly.  I returned to her breasts and continued to massage them spending more time rimming her nipples and even pinching them.  Something I had never done with any client before.  She smiled and moaned and wiggled her hips.

Our hour was up.  I had massaged virtually every part of her body and I knew continuing would be dangerous but I knew she wasn’t ready to quit either.

“Are you in a hurry?  I have time if you want to continue.”

“Yes, please.  I am in no hurry.”  My pants stirred at her response.  I replaced the blanket over her chest and moved down to the foot of the table.  I put a tubular cushion under her knees.  This had the effect of spreading her legs.   I uncovered one leg and began to massage it bringing my hands right up beside her most sensitive area to the very top of her leg.  I did this a few times focusing on the upper portion of her legs and using a very gentle touch.  One hand would graze the area where her leg met her torso, touching the sensitive skin on the outside of her lips.  When I finished with one leg I massaged the other in the same way grazing her folds every time I moved.  She was whimpering and telling me what great hands I had and saying ‘yes’ as I came so very close to massaging her pussy.  Her hips moved slightly in rhythm to my hands and she stretched her back from time to time trying to release tension.  I swear I could smell her sweet juices as she continued to moan and wriggle.

I moved to the side and began to massage the soft tissue of her stomach and abdomen.  The blanket now covered her legs and exposed her chest down to her waist.  I moved downward and used my fingers to massage the space between her open legs under the edge of the blanket.  Starting in the crevice where her leg meets I moved closer to the center and pressing all of my fingers over the outside of her lips I massaged them in a circle slightly pulling them apart.  Her pussy became exposed to me for the first time as the blanket slid lower and I was amazed at how completely hairless it was.  It was so smooth it made it easier to massage the skin surrounding her sensitive area.  In addition to pulling her lips apart a bit, I was squeezing her clit between them as I pressed them together.

“How does that feel,” I asked testing to see if she would allow me to continue to violate her sensitive areas.

“Hmmmm, wonderful.”  That was all the encouragement I needed.  This beautiful young woman’s body under my hands raised my excitement to great heights.  I slid one hand across her entire mound from one side to the other, then went from the opposite side with my other hand.  I repeated these strokes rapidly, tapping her mound and gently brushing her clit as I went.  When she stretched and smiled I could feel the tension building in her.  It wasn’t long before my hands began moving in a more vertical motion swiping up and down the middle of her lips which were noticeably swollen at this point.

I could tell from the reactions of her body and her breathing that she wanted me to continue and go farther but I needed to have her verbalize it.  To admit it out loud.  Somehow thinking in my confused state that that would be enough to keep me out of trouble.  She wouldn’t be able to deny her agreement if she verbalized it.

“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked as my palms spread over her lips and went between her legs.  She muttered something that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth caught up in her throat.  “What?” I said.

“Yes, please continue, go deeper.  Yes.”  I dipped one finger into her slit and ran it slowly up from near the bottom of her slit until it rested just under her little nub.  Her swollen lips were puffy and her clit was not very large.  I could feel its stiff hardness inside her lips.  With small movements of my fingertips, I pushed against it.  She groaned and twisted her head.  Her legs spread open a little.  I wiggled my fingertip keeping it in contact with her trigger but increasing and decreasing the pressure of it on her.  Increasing my pace as I went along.  She began shouting encouraging words in no particular order.

“Yes! That’s it! Oh gawd! Faster! Right there.”  I was bringing her close to an orgasm but not sure if I could finish her with my fingertip only.  I managed to move around to the bottom of the table without breaking my rhythm too much and from below I moved my other hand into the crevice between her legs.  I entered her with two fingers and did so easily.  I pulled her opening a little wider and got a third finger inside of her.  Her hips synchronized with the movement of my fingers.

I stopped pressing against her clit with my other hands and instead used it to open her lips at the top by spreading two fingers from inside the deepest folds of her lips.  I leaned forward between her legs, put my head down and kissed her pussy.  I kissed her inside her lips and licked up to her clit.  I began moving the three fingers inside of her in and out making sure to press against the area of her g-spot.  I kissed her clit and then licked it softly.  I surrounded it with my lips and began to suck on it feeling her immediate response.   She arched and screamed and I felt her legs squeeze my head.  I took my hand that had spread her lips apart and ran it up to her breast which I squeezed like it was a ripe grapefruit.  She gushed everywhere.  I felt her pussy contract around my hand, her legs contract around my face, her mouth was gushing unintelligible words.  I held my ground and continued to suck and slide until she began to laugh and push my head away, yelling ‘stop, enough, please.’

I backed off caressing her body with my hand from her breast down to her hip.  I slowly withdrew my fingers from her soaking tunnel.  I stood and had a broad unashamed smile on my face as I looked down over my conquest.  This beautiful young woman would never be mine in the real world but here in my massage parlor I used my skills to seduce her.  And she was so completely mine at that moment.

It was when I finally retreated from the room that I realized how much trouble I created.  Her mother would be seeing me in two days.  When she came out she asked for another appointment and since that time one of her friends has called for an appointment.  I’m worried about what I have started and how this will affect my business.  I should have known better.

© Rushmore Judd, 2010

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Tease and Denial

Men’s orgasms cannot be denied.  The sexual urge is primordial, basic, base.  His mind is attacked by all sorts of perverted images and thoughts.  Until he must seek a release.  Somehow, any way.  Not later but now.  If not now, very soon, while the all encompassing urge grows stronger.

She who learns to tease can amass great power over him.  Keeping him in a state of complete excitement.  Not in some chastity device but fully engorged, hard, straining his own flesh.  Yet avoiding the finality of release for as long as possible.  Driving him crazy until only one purpose drives him.  Torture him, talk to him, feed his fantasies.  Edge him longer than ever before and eventually release him.

For younger men, you may need to release them before starting.  Yes, release them quickly, rest for 5, then begin again.  For some men, you may need to tie them up.  Do so completely.  No holds barred.  No way out.  You may need to excite yourself and this is encouraged.  Fuck him if you want but don’t let him cum.  Easier to control is to sit on his face.  Keep him excited long enough and he will agree to anything you ask.  Don’t be afraid to ask.  Demand and he will obey.  It is his nature.

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Regret

I do wish WordPress was a bit more interactive.  Lots of views, many likes, few comments, no email.  It is what it is, I guess.

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Reluctant Hotwife 6

Part 1 here

Over dessert, she decided to go for it.  He seemed polite.  Perhaps a bit domineering, which wasn’t all bad and treated her husband with modest respect.  According to him he was an experienced bull and had done this before with other couples.

Her breasts were easily seen through the transparent material of the blouse.  The pink tint made her nipples look redder than ever.

They finished, the limo arrived, and soon they were in their room after getting a few heavy stares at the front desk. She asked both men to undress for her and watched them both.  There was something about being in a small hotel room perched on a king sized bed with two men getting naked that made her feel so naughty.  She could almost have an orgasm with just the slightest touch of her sensitive parts.

“Sit over there,” she instructed her husband and naked he sat in the hotel side chair, a relatively comfortable arm chair.  He sat back and let her take a good look at his straining stiff cock.  “Kevin (the name of the bull) come here and undress me.”

He crawled onto the bed.  He was very muscular but lean.  Not an ounce of fat on him but not someone who looked like a gym rat.  His cock was about the same lengths as her husband but a bit thicker and move curved.  He too was circumcised and he had shaved his parts a little while back.  Small short hairs were appearing where he had been bare.

He sat in front of her and admired her breasts as his hands worked their way down the buttons in front.  She shivered from the gentle touch of his hand against her front.  His hands pressed the material against her breasts and by spreading them sideways he was able to expose her breasts completely.  He kissed and sucked on each one as he removed the blouse from her shoulders and arms.  His head moved lower as she laid back.  Lower until her reached the top of her skirt and then with both hands he slid the skirt and the panties off together.  He admired her clean shaven pussy before lowering his head to give it life.

His mouth felt so good on her.  Moving throughout her folds there was plenty of moisture to slide his tongue around.  She was already so primed that she had one cratering orgasm as he ministered to her private parts.  She grabbed his blonde hair and pulled him close.  Taking a peek at her husband who was looking into her eyes she quickly had a second.  God she was dripping and looking into her husband’s longing eyes while another man serviced her was just too much.

“Fuck me now, Kevin,” she demanded and he didn’t waste anytime getting on top of her.  “Do you have a condom?”  Before she could answer, her husband jumped up and got one from his pants throwing it toward Kevin.  After shielding himself, Kevin pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.  He pushed in slowly and she reacted to his generous girth with a squeal.  Once in he rocked slowly, letting her get used to him.

She felt unbelievable.  Seeing her husband’s eager acceptance (he continued to rub himself in the chair) and having a new man penetrate her.  One who felt so different.  Who had such a perfect body.  Her hands reveled while they surrounded his back, feeling each hard muscle.  She felt so filled not that he was that much bigger than her husband but his girth was wonderful and the shape seemed to touch her in places that she had never been touched.

As he sped up she felt like she was slipping away from her body.  Too much stimulation.  Time disappeared for her.  Suddenly, she began to orgasm, a crashing orgasm like a tidal wave hitting the rock coast of Maine.  Wave after wave.  Each an orgasm into itself.  Contractions deep within.

She lay helpless in s pool of wetness.  Did she squirt?  She heard of it and had seen it but never experienced it.  She was spent and couldn’t move as Kevin removed himself from on top of her.  He must have cum, too, she thought.  Her husband had the biggest grin across his face and she waved him into the bed with them.  Hugged and kissed him gratefully.  Kevin was lying on her other side barely awake.

“Can I come inside you, my love?” her husband asked.

“Give me a minute.”

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The Reluctant Hotwife 5

Part 1 is here.

He slipped the maître d’ an extra $100 to get his attention.  He sat them at a table in the back but in the middle of the back.  All the tables were covered with impeccable white tablecloths, silver and lush linen napkins.  Each was freestanding but they were separated enough that conversations were hard to overhear.  That and a few plants and half walls created a sense of space.

There were a number of couples and a foursome in the restaurant already.  She could feel the eyes of the men follow her as she walked through the tables to the back.  The seats were leather and just a bit cool.  She could feel the dress slide half way up her bum when she sat down.  When she crossed her legs, she was aware that her whole leg and much of her hip was exposed.  They sat at a round table for two against a window.

A European busboy immediately came over and introduced himself (maybe a little too much) and poured them water, letting them know their waiter would be right with them.  He was young, had a Slavic accent, and seemed very nervous.  As soon as he left, Pierre, our waiter showed up.  He was very charming and complimented the lady on her beauty, giving her a big smile.  She leaned back so he could get a good look at her bra and said thank you.

She noticed the busboy standing across the way was positioned to see her legs and seemed to be staring at them.  A few times in her past when wearing a dress or a skirt she would open her legs and let some man look if she was in the mood.  But it seemed a bit redundant today although the thought lingered.  She crossed her legs to the other side.  Slowly.  Watching the busboys reaction.

He noticed that the maître d’ was sitting couples so that the women faced away and the men toward us by merely holding the chair for the woman.  When two men came in he sat them at the closest table.  The men at that table scrutinized every part of her in detail.  When she looked around the room all the male eyes quickly averted except for a man with his wife who sat against the wall.  His wife was talking incessantly while he stared off into the distance – at her.  His hand moved below the table and gripped his pants while looking leeringly at her.

She had to admit it turned her on.  Having everyone’s attention.  Moisture soaked her panties and she was glad she had them to soak up her juices.  She enjoyed the way they all the men seemed to succumb to her beauty.  How they all were dying to have sex with her.  How their minds were filled with dirty things they wanted to do to her.  She shifted her legs frequently and even put her knees side by side opening her legs slightly.  She had her own dirty thoughts, thinking about pulling her skirt up higher or opening a few buttons on her blouse while they all watched.

Their service was extraordinary with busboys and waiters continuing to check on their table.  Did they have enough water?  Did they want more bread?  How was the appetizer?  Is the steak cooked properly?  The constant stream of servers who dallied and tried to make small talk was an obvious ploy to get close to her.

The man at the next table bought the two of them a round and passed a note to her at the same time.  The note asked if she needed a Bull.  The man who passed the note was in his late 20’s, dressed in a grey suit which hung rather loosely off of his broad shoulders and thin physic.  She looked him over rather directly and his eyes which were staring at her turned down against her assault.

She leaned over the table to whisper to her husband, “What is a bull?”

“Is that what the note said?  He’s offering to fuck you in front of me?  Do you want to invite him back to our room?”

“Really!”  She was amazed both at the brazenness of the man’s suggestion as well as the willingness of her husband.  It seemed surreal to her, reminding her of the times she would have naughty daydreams in bed while falling asleep.  She gave no indication of a response to the young man at the next table.

“Would you like some dessert?”  The waiter interrupted her thoughts.  “Please, may we see a menu?  Can you tell me where the ladies’ room is?”  Pointing toward the front door, he indicated a hall near the front.  She got up, pulled her skirt down a bit, grabbed her purse and headed for the hall.  Feeling slightly tipsy she strutting through the room watching the men ogling her.  A and as she passed one table she heard a woman gasp.

Oh my god I don’t believe what I am about to do, she thought.  Once in the ladies’ room, she removed her bra and put it in her purse.  She considered taking her panties off too but didn’t know what would absorb her quite readily flowing fluids.  As she exited the room into the hall, she found her note-sending friend waiting for her.

“Hey beautiful.  My friend and I are done eating and I need a response to my note.  I won’t disappoint, I promise.  What do you say?”

“Well you certainly are brazen.  I wonder if your cock is as big as your balls.”

“Well maybe not that big,” he laughed.

“Why don’t you ditch your friend and join us for dessert?  And we’ll see about your note.”

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The Reluctant Hot Wife 4

Part 1 is here

It was her birthday.  When she arrived home, he was dressed in his best blue suit.  He instructed her to shower.  He had reservations at L’Mont, the very high end restaurant at the top of the tallest building in the city.  When she finished washing and putting on her make-up she found a garment bag on the bed with the following note attached: “Happy Birthday, baby.  I hope you decide to wear this tonight.”

She opened the garment bag to find a two piece outfit.  At first, she thought it was too small.  It was a black leather skirt that was about 18 inches long and stopped just below her crotch line.  The blouse was a light pink.  You could see through it to her breasts.  Nice materials, she thought.  Expensive but way too daring to wear outside in public.  She couldn’t think of any occasion to which she would actually wear it.

She walked into the living room barefoot and swaggered out into the living room.  “Here’s your slutty looking girl.  Is this what you want?  Really!”  She stood defiantly before him and saw him melt in front of her eyes.  He was looking her up and down.  A noticeable bulge was forming in his pants.  His mouth was open.  Jesus, she thought, he’s practically drooling and he has yet to look me in the eye.

Her defiance softened as she looked down at him in his pathetic state.  Men could be so single minded.  So easily teased.  She laughed.

“What do you think would happen if I wore this to L’Mont?  They won’t let me in dressed like this!  And if they did, what do you think would happen?”

He paused a few minutes looking her in the eyes for the first time.  “They’ll let you in, for sure.  The Maitre d’ is a friend of a friend of mine and a guy.  He’ll let you in.  And what’s the worst that can happen.  We’re going from a limousine to the front door of L’Mont and back to our room at the hotel.  Oh, did I tell you I reserved a room in town for us so we can drink all we want.  I think it would be fun.”

“You think it would be fun to see men drooling all over me and treating me like a whore, cause that is what will happen.”

“Not at L’Mont.  We can count on politeness there.”  She saw him readjust his member inside his pants.  His eyes were fixated on the naked nipples under her blouse.

“Are you going to have a hardon all night?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Returning to the closet she put on her lacy red bra with the half cups under the translucent material of the blouse.  She added a fresh pair of red panties and her highest heels.  She looked in the mirror and decided to put her shoulder length brown hair into a light bun.  One last touch up and a long look in the full length mirror.  She looked like a high priced whore but a whore nonetheless.  She felt this would be a safe environment to enjoy being a whore.

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The Devil

The devil comes from down there.  Under my feet, but once it rises up my legs it finds a home.  The devil is down there in my pants.  He drives me to do crazy things, to say things, to feel things.  And mostly I don’t mind.

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