Massage For The misogynist

“I want you to give my wife a massage,” began the email. “She’s a frigid bitch and she never puts out. Though I’m sure she’s a fucking slut when I’m not around.”

I already didn’t like him. I despise the degradation of women. However, I’m always one to hear someone out.

He wanted to arrange a massage for her to get alone and then have the details reported back to him. In his words, “I know the cunt will fuck you. I want to hear what a shitty little slut she is.”

I know sometimes people play with that kind of language. They don’t mean it. It’s a form of role play. It’s not my thing but I try not to judge. But the way he wrote, I got the feeling it was really the way he felt. I arranged to call him to go over details of the proposed massage.

Once he was on the other end of the phone, I knew for sure he was not playing a game. He really despised his wife. I imagine all women are the object of his ire. I agreed to do the massage and to call him afterwards. However, I was sure it would be him who got screwed in the end.

I am a photographer (among other pursuits) and I own a small building that serves as my office and studio. When I bought it, there was another small office set up from a side entrance to the building. I have rented it occasionally but usually it’s unoccupied. I prefer to do my massaging at home, but I use that side office when a little more professional look is appropriate.

That’s what happened in this case as he wanted to tell her that I was someone he had met who gave massages and that he’d set one up for her. He reiterated on the phone that he wanted to know all the details afterwards. As he put it, “Tell me how much of a slut I’m married to.”

I was pretty sure he didn’t know what kind of massages I give. In his mind, it was likely one of those porno deals with 5 minutes of rubbing and then sweaty, grunting sex breaks out for the rest of the time. I didn’t clarify with him because he didn’t need to know.

I was shocked on the afternoon she showed up for her massage. I held the door open for her as she dashed through the heavy rain from her car. Apparently neither of us had seen a forecast suggesting an umbrella would be a good idea. She shot through the door and came to a stop just inside. The shock I got was in her appearance. Given her husband’s voice, vocabulary and general lack of couth, I was expecting someone less stunning.

She smiled as I closed the door and it was like the sun came out. She was girl next door beautiful with brown hair falling over her shoulders. Her yoga pants did nothing to hide the perfect curve of her hip. This beauty was the woman he was so nasty about? I thought him more a dick now than before.

I led her back to the room where I had my massage table set up. I left her there to undress and get ready. Room in my pants was already growing a little scarce as I thought about massaging this amazing body. When I returned she was lying face down as expected. The sheet covered her from the waist down. Her skin was flawless. A golden tan with a few freckles on the back of her shoulders.

As I massaged her shoulders, arms and back I marveled at her lithe form. I love discovering the intricacies of each female form. This is the reason I enjoy massages as much as I do. Every now and then, I find one who almost defies belief. If I couldn’t feel her smooth skin as my fingers glided over it, I might not have believed it.

When I removed the sheet from her legs, they were just as perfect. Not skinny but muscular. Shapely with curves in the right places. I had forgotten all about her husband. My focus was on her alone. Her buttocks might have been the most divine part of her. Just the perfect amount of full and round.

The time had come for me to begin a more sensual touch. Caressing her body from head to toe. I could tell she was enjoying my touch. As I eased my hands up the backs and then the insides of her gorgeous thighs, I spread them slightly apart. I could see, much to my delight, she was not shaved. Her dark hair hugged her round lips. At my first touch, she tensed slightly and then slowly relaxed.

As my fingers continued to gently tease and explore her body, she began to react the way I had hoped. Her breathing quickened and deepened. She every so slightly moved with the rhythm of my touch. When my finger split her lips apart and found her warm, moist secret she breathed in deeply and let out a gentle moan.

When I teased her clitoris with my now wet fingers her toes flexed upward a little. I’m usually in complete control of myself, but in that moment I wanted to dive face first between her legs. I resisted my urge and instead continued to touch her teasingly. After just a couple of minutes she began to come. Her body twitching almost silently except for her gasping breaths. Her anus peeking out between her buttocks pulsed in a steady rhythm.

It’s not unusual for the first orgasm to come rather quickly as, by this time, I have been touching and prepping her body for more than a half an hour. When her orgasm seemed to subside, I suggested she roll over. When she did, I saw that the front of her was every bit as captivating as the back.

The red in her face, from her recent climax, bled onto her throat and chest. Her glassy, innocent eyes nearly took my breath away. Her lips, full and slightly parted begged to be kissed for hours. Her breasts were full and fell slightly to the sides. Her dark pubic hair perfectly accentuated the mound on which it grew.

I set to work on the front of her body. Had she looked at me below the waist, there would have been ample evidence of how much I was enjoying her. It was another adventure of exploration as I discovered all her peaks and valleys. At points she opened her eyes and watched my face. I assumed she could see my near worship.

This time when I began to touch between her legs she spread them apart for me. I soon had a finger, then two inside her. She felt hot to the touch internally. I wanted more than ever to taste her. This time when she came it wasn’t so gentle. Her thighs slammed together clenching my arm between them. Her eyes were closed tightly, her head back and mouth open.

She whimpered a little as she bucked against my hand. Her pleasure was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. If it were a painting it would be a masterpiece.

When her thighs released my arm her eyes opened and found mine. She released a lovely, languid smile. I caressed her body, still lying with her legs open in front of me. Her eyes never left mine as I turned her slightly and knelt down taking her warm, moist sex into my mouth.

Her head fell back again and her fingers laced into the hair on the top and back of my head. I gave one of the most inspired performances of my life. I relished each flick of the tongue, every movement of her lips and clitoris in my mouth. This time her orgasm was even more intense. She cried out a little and pulled my face hard against her. When she again fell silent, I stood and watched her beautiful body rise and fall with her breathing.

After a few moments I helped her sit up and wrapped the sheet around her. She sat facing me on the edge of the table, her beautiful body still mostly visible to me. I had gone back and forth over whether or not to tell her about her husband’s douchiness before or after her massage. I had decided to do it after as before might have ruined her experience.

I held her arms in my hand hoping it was some comfort as I told her what he had asked me to do. She didn’t seem shocked. “He’s an asshole,” she said. I nodded in agreement.

“He got like that almost immediately after we got married,” she continued. “What he doesn’t know is that I talked to an attorney last week and I’m leaving him.”

She let that plot twist sink in for a moment. Then she asked, “What are you going to tell him?”

I said that I planned to tell him she was a perfect lady and wouldn’t even let me touch her. I’m sure my sly smile conveyed my desire to screw him and his plan over. I wasn’t prepared for what she said next, though.

“Call him now.” I looked at her quizzically. “Please?” she asked.

“OK.”

I retrieved my phone from the nearby table and shut off the music app I was using to stream my massage playlist. I found his number and hit send, standing right in front of her.

“Yeah?” He answered sounding annoyed and I assumed he didn’t know who was calling.

I told him I was calling to report what had happened. “That whore fucked you good, didn’t she?”

“No,” I told him. “She was a total lady.”

As I said that, she slid off the table and knelt in front of me. She pulled my shorts down and took my already erect penis into her mouth.

“Holy shit!” I thought.

“What do you mean? She didn’t give it up?” he demanded. “Hello?”

I had waited too long to answer because I was entire distracted by what she was doing. This asshole could have been experiencing this instead of me if he weren’t such a moron.

I gathered myself. “No, she didn’t.” I tried to control my voice which was not easy. “She wouldn’t even let me touch her beyond a traditional massage.”

“What the fuck!?” He was way too pissed for what we were talking about.

She stood up and kissed my neck, letting her body rest against mine. My erection was heavy and full, pressing against her warm body.

“You’ve done this before, right?” I pulled the phone away from my ear slightly so she could hear, too. She continued to nuzzle my neck for a moment, then she began pulling my shirt off over my head.

“Yes, many times,” I said doing my best impression of a contortionist maintaining a grip on my phone while she did her best to dislodge it with taking off my shirt.

“Does that happen a lot?” He sounded like he was having trouble believing me.

She slid back onto the massage table and pulled me between her partially spread legs. She took my now very thick cock in her hand and rubbed the spongy head against herself. I watched it part the hair and the lips it covered, feeling her lubrication spread over it.

“Yeah. Not often, but it does happen.” It was one of the only true things I’d say to him that day.

“Maybe I was wrong,” he admitted. “I really thought she was just a slut.”

Our faces were close together and I knew she could hear him. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. She smiled as though waiting for the rest of the sentence.

After a moment he continued, “I guess she’s just a frigid bitch.”

She nodded as though that’s what she expected. She positioned me directly in front of her warm, wet opening. Her heels dug into my buttocks pulling me in. I helped with by pushing forward. After some initial resistance our combined efforts overcame the inertia of a large object and small hole.

It was all I could do to keep from making a sound. She bit her lip and breathed in deeply. She was hot, enveloping me. As I slid slowly deeper I suddenly wanted to be off the phone. Screw this guy and his….whatever it was.

“See what I have to deal with?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm.” I didn’t but I couldn’t think of anything at all to say. Instead I was slowly moving inside her. Her big brown eyes staring down at the place where we joined turned me on even more.

“Well, shit.” He was moving from anger to disappointment now. “I guess it didn’t work out. Maybe we’ll try again sometime.”

“Sure,” I mumbled. “You have my number.” I hung up and tossed the phone toward a chair in the corner. I missed badly but I didn’t care.

She looked up from where her attention had been previously focused. I put my arms around her and kissed her beautiful lips. She melted into me. The way she held onto me as we moved together was somewhat surreal.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said near her ear. “Perfect.”

She pulled me tighter in response. I kissed her neck and shoulders, smelling the oil I had spread there just a few minutes ago. I slid my hand under her buttocks and lifted her up. Her legs were still wrapped around me. She used them to assist me as I pulled her repeatedly further onto my literally throbbing penis.

“You’re too much,” I told her. “I’ve been lusting for you since I saw you in the rain. I’m not going to last very long.”

“I want you to come inside me,” she said almost shyly. She leaned away from me a little, holding on with her hands on my shoulder as if to judge my reaction.

That just added to the arousal for me. I felt the tightening behind my testicles and I knew it was going to be intense. I continued to move her body on mine. I let out a long, loud breath as I felt my control on my body begin to loosen. Her eyes widened as if to see it more clearly.

With a muted groan the spasms began between my legs, then spread to my back and throughout my body. I felt my body began to empty into hers. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. Watching every expression on what must have been a contorting face. The waves kept coming longer than normal, no doubt a consequence of my prolonged arousal.

I felt my semen began to leak out of her and heard it start to drip to the floor. My hands still held her up but I was no longer coordinated enough to move her. Still watching my face she took care of the motion by using her heels against my buttocks. Just as everything began to subside, I felt a fresh wave of orgasm take over.

It was shorter than the first but still intense. Her face showed her delight and surprise. Finally, I took a step forward and set her back down on the table.

“Did you just come twice?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said trying to catch my breath. “You really got me worked up.”

She smiled and laid her head against my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while. A moment I didn’t want to be over. But eventually, it was. Once we had cleaned up a little, I took her up to my actual office/studio and showed her around and then across the street to my favorite, secret food spot.

While we waited for our order, she put her hand on mine. “Thank you for today,” she said. “I think I needed to know what it felt like to be wanted again.”

I smiled. “I’ll want you anytime you want. In fact, I’ll be dreaming about you later tonight if I’m lucky.”

I told her that she could come back for a massage anytime. Or lunch. Or marriage. She thought that was funny because she didn’t realize I was only half kidding. Maybe not even that much.

I started to think about how it had all started with that email from her husband. But I couldn’t bring myself to actually care enough to remember him.

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