Chapter 1 Massaging the Massage Therapist

• **Massaging the Massage Therapist**
• "Thanks," Jerry sighed in satisfaction and slowly sat up, tying the towel around his waist.
• "You're welcome, Mr. Maunton," she smiled, glad that he was satisfied... and polite too. Not every customer was like that. Some even leered openly and made suggestive comments. As a massage therapist, they expected her to massage them however they pleased - something she would never do or pretend to do, no matter how deep the pockets of the guys were.
• Some of her colleagues did whatever the "client" wanted and had a lot to show for it while some simply led the men on and also gained from it. But she considered all these unethical and unprofessional. She had dignity and self respect. She refused to be seen as "something" that should be used. Why couldn't they see the therapist as a fellow equal human?
• "Now it's your turn," Jerry suddenly said, distracting her from her thoughts.
• "E... excuse me?", she asked in surprise, eyebrows raised, and wondering if she'd heard him correctly.
• "You've just done a serious job. You must be tired. Everyone deserves some relief," he shrugged as he got up to his feet.
• Kristy was shocked beyond words. She glanced at his face to see if he was joking, but he seemed serious enough. Before she could say Jack, he was slowly and gently making her like down on the massage mat. She had to make a real protest.
• "But you already paid t..."
• "Oh don't worry about that. Just relax," he assured her with a brief smile.
• She still couldn't believe what he was implying and talking about doing, but it was happening nevertheless. Who ever heard of such a thing? At least, she never had. And she knew that it could put her job at risk, but she lay down there anyway as he ran briskly through the buttons on the front of her button down gown, taking them off one after the other with confident fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. She tried to remember what color of underwear she had on, but her mind was a blank. All she could think of was nothing as she held her breath, eyes unblinking, staring at him and trying to make sure that this was not one big joke. In fact, what was the date by the way? It wasn't April 1st, was it?
• "Really, relax," he said again. "I don't bite, you know."
• She nodded her understanding and took a deep breath, her body now a bit less rigid and awaiting whatever was coming.
• When he'd taken her gown off and left her in only her underwear, Jerry reached for the oil and started work immediately. At first, she flinched when his hand made contact with her bare skin, but she soon slowly began to relax when she saw that his touch was very far from rough.
• He started with her toes. With his long fingers, he gently massaged them from the smallest to her big toe, pulling them slightly to free them of any cramp or tightness. A few of them popped, giving testimony to his success.
• After her toes, he moved to the rest of her feet, oiling and massaging her ankles, the top of her feet and even her soles too. By the time he got to her shin, Kristy was fully relaxed. Her legs felt free and re-energized. Who could have thought that the client would be so good at a job he'd hired her to do for him? And so nice and selfless enough to return the favor too... but wait!
• Her eyes flew open immediately and she moved from a feeling of relaxation to one of worry. She couldn't help but wonder, was this massage free of charge?? But in the next second, she was berating herself for being so ridiculous. This guy was filthy rich, what would he need her money for? Why ask and pay for a massage therapist if he needed to be paid for a massage? Clearly, he was only being sweet and unselfish and nothing more.
• "Ohhhh," Kristy couldn't help but sigh out loud as he grabbed her calves and ran the thumbs of his big strong hands up the sides of her thighs, from her knee to her hips. Whew! That action alone had made her feel her legs turn to springboards made of jelly. She felt like she could use them for ten lifetimes without feeling any pain.
• Her eyes were closed and all her worries completely forgotten as those big strong but gentle hands ran up and down her body so expertly. And the best part was that he wasn't even talking or boasting about his skill. What a man!
• "Hmm mm," she hummed with a smile on her face when he ran his hands up her belly. It quivered under his touch and she felt the heat of his hand spreading all over her torso, but unfortunately, he didn't linger.
• He went over to her sides and massaged them firmly, giving her relief that only deliberate exercise usually gave her. And as his hands moved up her body, the heat spread higher and higher. By the time he reached her ribs, she could feel her chest glowing with warmth. That was when she decided to do something crazy.
• She brought up her hands and opened the front clasps of her bra and pulled away the bra cups. Her eyes were still closed, but she felt his hands freeze and heard his breath catch in his throat. Yet, she lay there as if nothing had happened, even though her nipples were clearly hardening due to their sudden exposure to the cooler air of the room. No regrets at all that she had taken off her bra. In fact, she was glad she did. Her chest felt less constricted and she could breathe easier than when she had the bra on.
• "Ahem," she heard him cough after what felt like a lifetime of silence and inaction. Then he resumed his massage. But the uncoordinated manner in which his hands now moved told Kristy that his attention was somewhere else. She didn't need to open her eyes; she knew for sure that he was staring at her breasts and it made her nipples harder than ever.
• "Ahem," he coughed again and she couldn't help but smile. She was proud of her breasts for being so distracting. She had actually taken off the bra so he could find it easier to do her chest, but she never expected him to be this shy.
• Eventually, after a bit of hesitation, he finally decided to massage her chest. The movement of his hands was slow, smooth and deliberate, making her chest warmer than ever. Her breath quickened each time his hands got near her breasts, but he never touched them. He avoided them so carefully that she began to feel frustrated by the suspense. Her charged nipples felt so neglected and she wished so much that he would put his big hands over her breasts and fondle them nicely and slowly. Hell, the thought was so arousing that she began to push her chest upward almost involuntarily. Her breath was becoming faster and more shallow and she needed relief, be it temporary or permanent, just provided it was relief... any relief.
• Oh, to hell with these games. Tired of playing it cool, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left breast. Ssss! Immediately, her back shot off the mat as his warm oily skin made contact with her charged teat. At first, he was shocked and made no move, but when Kristy pressed his hand harder on her breast, he knew what she needed.
• "Ohh," she groaned as he began to fondle her left breast better than her expectations, kneading her boob flesh and flicking his finger over her nipple.
• "The other one," she ordered and he quickly obeyed, grabbing the other breast in his other hand.
• With both of her boobs in his hands, his instincts took over and he began pulling her nipples, massaging them with only his fingers and pinching their tips. Kristy's moans were giving him all the encouragement he needed and before long, he had his wet mouth on her left breast, sucking first one nipple and then licking the other and going back to bite the first one... Kristy could not take it any longer. His sucking, licking and biting work were enough to make her cum, but another part of her felt neglected.
• Her hand shot down to between her legs and she pushed her panties aside and began strumming her clit like a pleasure guitar. Christ! It was like electricity! Jerry was pinching her nipple now and tugging on the other one with his teeth and she could feel jolts of pleasure shooting all the way down to her pussy, making her juices flow unrestrictedly and her strumming fingers on her clit had become a blur. Fuck! Jerry bit down on the nipple in his mouth and she let out a high-pitched scream. A heavy shudder ran through her entire body and she dropped back on the mat, limp and breathless. She'd just had her first orgasm, but it was only the beginning.
• ***
• Kristy lay quietly, eyes half closed as small shudders continued to wrack her body from time to time. She tried to rouse herself, but it just felt better lying down there in her post-orgasmic bliss while Jerry waited patiently all the while without even making a sound. Finally, she was able to make the effort to turn her head to look at him.
• "You're a mess," was the first thing she said when she caught sight of him standing there and staring at her with his towel half undone and his rock hard dick peeking out of it.
• "Come," she beckoned to him and he walked up to her like an obedient slave.
• With just one pull, she got the towel off his waist and he stood stark naked before her, his dick standing hard and proud, nodding invitingly at her. She knew at that moment that she would teach his one-eyed little man a lesson it would never forget. She reached out and grabbed it, pulling him closer with it.
• His cock felt warm and alive in her hand, rock hard and throbbing nicely. She gave it a few strokes, making him hiss and throw back his head in pleasure. Then she increased the speed of her strokes, wanking him mercilessly until he was groaning and jerking into her hand uncontrollably. Yet, she didn't stop. Her grip on his member was warm and oily and she knew that he must be thinking of her pussy as he thrust in and out of her fist as if his life depended on it.
• "Aaaarggh!", he roared and suddenly slammed forward one last time and began shooting his cum into her hand in large spurts. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth hung open as he went on jerking slowly and involuntarily as her fist drained every last drop of cum from his balls.
• "Whew!", he exhaled and slumped down into the nearest chair. But he had no idea that she was not done with him yet.
• Her gaze lingered on his half-limp cock as she turned to lie on her front, presenting him with her perfectly round backside. And just as she expected, his dick shot up to full hardness at the sight of her butt. She winked at him and began to rub her cum-soaked hand all over her butt cheeks, making them shiny and slippery. She massaged his cum into her ass crack, knowing fully well that he was watching every movement of her hands. By the time she slipped two fingers into her throbbing wet pussy, his dick had begun to bob up and down, eager to join in the action.
• "What are you waiting for?", she asked, a clear invitation for him to come pound the hell out of her pussy.
• Jerry didn't need to be told twice. Swiftly, he rushed up to her and got himself into position.
• "Hmmmm," she sighed in satisfaction as he lay full-length on top of her. They were both fully naked now and she felt his warm hard body as it lay over her back, his hard dick already poking her hungry vagina. She spread her legs slightly to give him easy access and he seized the opportunity immediately, sliding his dick into her pussy all the way to the hilt. Then came the pounding.
• She never expected his thrusts to be so forceful. The first one knocked the breath out of her lungs and before she could recover herself and breathe in some air, he was already slamming into her like a sex machine. He buried his face in her hair and held on tight to her shoulders, screwing her hard and fast with long deep thrusts. His merciless pounding shook her body heavily and Kristy's mouth hung open as she gasped and mewled in succession. She'd never been fucked so hard before in all her life! She had thought she would be the one to fuck him senseless, but instead, he was now the one fucking her senseless. Already, her toes were beginning to tingle and her eyes had begun to lose focus, but the bull on top of her was still servicing her as hard as ever. Since he'd cum once, he could last for as long as he wanted, or so she thought, but she thought wrong. He was already beginning to huff and grunt in her ear and his hands were clawing her chest in search of her breasts. It didn't take long for him to find her nipples and he pinched them mercilessly.
• "Ohhhh fuck!", she screamed as jolts of pleasure shot down from her breasts all the way down to her pussy and she exploded immediately.
• "Unnngh yes!", he grunted and slammed wildly into her, flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of his sticky cum.
• ***
• Minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal, she was still wrapped up in his arms and his dick was still lodged in her pussy, now calm but not fully limp. She wondered if he ever got limp. If she clenched her pussy around his cock like she had done a little moment ago, she knew he'd be ready for another round.
• "We should do this every day, you know," he suddenly murmured in her ear. She didn't even think about it. To her surprise, she found herself nodding eagerly and she felt his dick begin to harden. What a stud!