[FM] how I became a naughty masseuse (pt.2)

Part two! Thank you all for your patience. Caught COVID and nearly suffocated to death, then had no motivation to do anything. Some of this is sexy, some is boring, but it is what it is.

After that first visit where I touched him, BT was open about his requests, but never seemed to be in a rush. I think that is how it made it easier to go along with things, as he wasn’t grinding me down with his ideas, but slowly opening all the doors. FYI, I don’t feel like having to ruin the flow of the story and tell all the times he was talking or telling stories. Just double or triple how many times I mention something, and that is how much he was actually talking and joking.

The next visit he made to the spa I assumed that he’d want the same treatment / more, so I undressed with him after locking the door.

Sidebar: the spa rooms at this hotel have a few amenities which made them unique. You enter from a courtyard with trees and some stone seating to a patio (each room has one) enclosed in privacy glass. It has two pool chairs and some plants, but nothing other than sky and sun really. The back end of the patio has a door that leads to the massage room with a soaking tub and space for the massage beds. The back half of the room is divided into a hallway leading to the entryway for the masseuses, and a room with a shower, sink, chaise built into the wall, and a toilet.

Back to the story, BT was talking and seemed appreciative that I was already onboard with how things were going. He walked over to me and asked if he could touch me. I nodded and said okay, so he kind of gently explored and touched my body, every once in a while his cock would bump into my hip or the top of my leg. He wasn’t really inspecting me, more running his hands along my neck or touching the crease at the bottom of my ass where it hits my legs.

After he was done he said he wanted to do the bath first and the massage second (he had gotten the two-hour massage / bath combo). While I was running the water he started talking about things I was comfortable doing with him, which sex acts were off the table and such.

I started by saying that I wanted to be as safe as possible, as I didn’t want to get pregnant or get an STD. I mentioned that I was fairly vanilla in most things, not into pain or anything involving bathroom activities. He said we should both get tested before his next visit so that we could go further, and asked if I was on BC. I agreed about the testing and told him that it would be mandatory that he wear a condom when it was the fertile part of my cycle, and then when the bath was full he asked me to get in with him.

He sat in the tub and had me in front of him, leaning my back into his chest. He rubbed my sides and breasts while kissing my neck, whispering sweet things and saying how good it felt to touch me after waiting so long. The water was so hot that I couldn’t tell if his cock was hard or not, but he did pull me back into himself a few times.

When we were both starting to get tired from the heat of the tub, he suggested we get out and start the massage. I got out first and dried off, he stood up after the water drained and I went to dry him off as well. He seemed to appreciate it when I took initiative and figured out what he wanted without having to be told.

He laid out and I started the normal massage, but he asked if I could crawl on his back to massage both sides of his neck at the same time. There are a few massage techniques where the masseuse’s thighs are pressed into the bottom of the buttocks (one with the person getting the massage having their legs spread open at the hips like a frog so that the masseuse can sit down between their legs). I had him spread out a bit, and then sat down in the space, massaging his lower back. He sighed deeply, saying that it felt good, and was enjoying feeling the warmth of my body on his. He joked that the only problem was that he didn’t get to see my cute feet and toes anymore.

It brought out my naughtier side, and I grabbed the bottle of oil and squeezed a good amount all over my breasts and stomach before laying down on his back, rubbing myself against him. He moaned again and said that it felt like he was melting, that the skin on skin touch felt perfect.

After a bit of this, I got off the table and he rolled onto his back. He asked for the same treatment, rubbing my body against his, and so I climbed back on top and did the same motions. This time it was far more erotic, because every time I slid down I rubbed my pussy along the top of his crotch and his cock would bounce around against my ass. He let me rub for what felt like hours, all the while grabbing my thighs and pushing me up and down. At times I would put extra oil on my breasts and sit up while he massaged them himself. My alarm buzzed on my watch, letting me know that there was only 20 minutes left of the massage time.

I got off of him and the table, and gave him another handjob. This time taking efforts to go slowly and really let him build up. When I rubbed his balls he moved his hips upwards, and I knew he’d be okay with a finger in his ass. With all of the oil I had used, it slipped in without any resistance. I had to keep my pressure up because he immediately started clamping down on me, and he had to bite his lip to stay quiet. Pumping into his ass while jerking him off felt so powerful, he was just giving in to the pleasure and letting me fully control his most intimate parts.

He grabbed my ass and I could feel his fingers exploring my crack. It only seemed fair to let him, and everything was so slick that he got the tip of his finger in. The angle was a bit wrong, but I whispered to him about how naughty it was that he was trying to finger my ass while I was fingering him.

At that comment he erupted, but instead of stopping I pushed my finger as deep as it would go into his ass and held his cock firmly, watching as his balls tightened and he spurted cum all over himself and my hands.

When he had calmed down I looked at my clock and we had 10 minutes to shower and get dressed, so we ran to the shower and soaped each other up quickly. I had tied my hair up, and because he was scrubbing me pretty diligently most of the oil came off. Before he got out, he kissed my cheek and said that he had a good time and was looking forward to the next visit.

The following week we showed each other our test results at the beginning of the session. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears again, because I knew that meant he’d want to have sex. Everything up until then had been somewhat in the realm of “normal” stuff, but this was going full roar.

He picked up on my tension and rubbed my shoulders after getting undressed and asked me to relax, saying that wanted to savor the experience with me and wasn’t in a rush. He put the money on the side table and laid down on the table, face down. I looked over at the bills and realized it was a lot more than usual, so I steeled myself for what I was about to do.

I used lotion this time, because I didn’t want the mess happening like the previous time. (I ended up not being as clean as I thought I had gotten, and I was itchy for the rest of the day.) With minimal lotion I could definitely feel more of our skin connection, and he noticed it as well. His sighs of pleasure here and then were really affirming, so I put a lot of effort into the back and leg massage, letting my breasts fall on him and teasing him throughout.

When it was time to flip over, his cock sprang up and I figured it was time to jump into the real activities of the massage. I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth, jerking him with one hand and swirling my tongue around the tip. It seemed like it was a surprise to him, because he moaned for me to wait or stop, and then my mouth filled up with his cum while he spasmed hard. I could feel as the pressure bulged his cock in my mouth.

Swallowing isn’t really my thing, so I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth. When I got back he was sitting up and a frown was plastered on his face. Since he had already finished really quickly, I figured he’d want some of the money back or was going to be unhappy. To be completely flat honest, I had gotten used to having a bit more breathing room with money, and didn’t want him to go with a sour feeling on the whole experience, going with a different girl, OR leaving our spa altogether. Before he could talk I told him I was looking forward to working him up again and going all the way before the session was over.

At that, he perked up and asked if he could kiss me as well. I made a joke about how the session was supposed to be about him, but agreed. (I’m not really into having someone go down on me, so I spend most of the time someone is down there trying not to giggle and ruin the mood. It does sound like I’m enjoying myself though, I’ve been told.) I laid up on the table and he crawled on top of me, first sucking around one nipple and then the other. I remember it felt really nice to have him recall that I didn’t like having my nipples sucked or touched much, and it helped me calm down as he explored more of my body.

BT wasn’t one for bullshit or lies, because he seemed to notice immediately that I wasn’t having a good time when he started going down on me. He asked me to flip over and I thought maybe he was going to do me doggystyle on the table, and I was going to ask him to get a condom, but then I felt his tongue on my asshole.

At first I jumped, but then I leaned into it. The feeling was a bit intense and new, but I started to really enjoy it. He wasn’t shy and really gave me a lot of lavish attention, almost pushing me to an orgasm a couple of times. I could feel him touching my pussy and was worried he was going to finger me (his fingers were a bit rough), but was really only checking to see if I was wet.

When he was sure I was ready, he got off the table and grabbed his pants, rolling on a condom and confirming again that I was ready for what was about to happen. I nodded silently and he told me to bring my butt to the edge of the table. I rolled onto my back and scooted down, holding my legs in the air while he lined up. I looked up into his eyes but he was looking down at my pussy, so I grabbed the pillow on the table and did the same, watching as he got closer and closer. When he finally touched me I shivered and he moaned quietly. He said sweet things again, about how long he had waited to do this, and that he was excited I was sharing a part of myself with him. He rubbed himself along my slit over and over, barely pushing inside before pulling back. He was either savoring the moment to its utmost or trying to tease the hell out of me, because I started rocking my hips back and forth trying to get him to just go inside.

On one particular rub downwards, the tip of his cock went inside. After that, inch-by-inch he slowly pushed his way inside until he bottomed out, and stayed there. I felt myself contracting around him, the feeling of being full but not having him move around was making my body react. It was surprising, because I didn’t think I’d be enjoying myself at all for the whole experience.

He pulled out, almost all the way, and then pushed back in a bit faster. He was spreading around my wetness and the sound was obvious as he started to pick up speed. As the noise started to get louder, BT told me to roll over and put my feet on the floor. My toes barely reached, and I had to flex to keep up, but because he had already been inside me, it was super easy for him to get back in from behind.

The sound was a bit quieter now, just the creaking of the table underneath us and his breathing against my neck. As my legs were pinned together he felt a lot bigger, and he was starting to grunt as he whispered about how much he was enjoying having me. I asked him how I felt, and he said that he wished he could have me raw.

I distinctly remember that the lip of the condom was actually catching on my skin down there, so I told him that if he came outside then he could do it.

Never in my life had I gone from full to empty to back to full in such a quick succession. He felt a bit different, but the pain of the condom was completely gone. I remember giving him a moan and saying that it felt much better. He took it to mean that I liked it raw, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood by explaining, so I did talk it up a bit.

He started pumping into me in earnest, holding my neck with one hand while pushing his hand underneath to grab my breast with the other. There was a surreal moment where I had a bit of an out-of-body experience, realizing what I was doing and what was being done to me. It wasn’t where I was either freaked out or super into things, more a feeling of “oh, this is happening, it isn’t just dirty talk or giving some guy a handjob.”

I was lost in my thoughts for a bit and then I snapped back to myself as BT was asking me something. I mumbled “what?” and he asked again if he could finish inside me. As I was still out of it and trying to wrap my head around the idea, it felt like it was taking me a long time to reply, so he whispered that was going to do it, but that he’d make it worth it.

Sidebar again: these days I do enjoy a good creampie, although I hate having to wear period underwear for two days in a row while it all comes out.

As he had already decided for both of us, he started pumping into me harder. When he started to cum it felt like his whole body was going through a spasm, and I could feel his legs shaking against mine, and his balls against my thighs were completely squeezed up and tight. After it seemed like he had shot every last spurt he had, he pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back into me. He slowly fucked me for a while and I could feel as the mess between us was getting slick all around my entrance. It made me feel pretty dirty, and I said something about how he didn’t even wait to answer before finishing inside me, and how sexy I must have been that he couldn’t stop himself.

At that, he pushed in one more time and I felt his balls tighten again. Not as tight as the first time, but he was definitely coming again. With the final effort he pulled out and leaned on the bed next to me. I stood up and grabbed a hot towel, cleaning him off. He held my hips as I wiped his cock and crotch area, then traced along my body and squeezed my breasts a bit before letting me wipe down the rest of his body (including his fairly sweaty brow).

I was leaking all down my legs at this point, and he said he wanted to see it, so I hopped up on the table and he laughed about how much of a mess he had made. After that he said he was ready to shower, so we drank a couple of cups of water and then hopped in. I soaped him up with my body, really working to get him clean and not just act like a sad sponge in there. He got out first and I did the best to clean myself up as well before getting out to chat with him for the last few minutes.

As he was getting dressed he grabbed another bill and put it on top of the stack that was on the table, saying that it was for finishing inside. He said next time he would wear a condom, and I remember joking that it was either that or paying the extra on top. We both laughed a bit and he said that he would have to consider it, but that if I kept up my current attitude then I’d drain his wallet more than his body.

I checked my watch and we still had another fifteen or so minutes left, so I dropped my towel in front of him and undid his pants, smiling while looking up at him. His expression was a bit surprised, but he moaned when I took him in my mouth. I went back and forth between sucking on the tip and running my tongue along his balls. He was talking dirty as I sucked him off, saying things like even though I wasn’t on the clock anymore I still had his cock in my mouth and that I was a good little slut for him.

He said that he wished he could fuck me again, but that he’d just have to take cumming in my mouth again. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed the tip on my lips before saying, “why not?” I tried to have the most coy face I could do, sliding him back and forth along my tongue. At that, he yanked off his polo and threw me back up on the table. Without hesitation he shoved himself into me all the way. The sound of the table was louder than before, but he was like an animal and just pounded away at me, sucking on my skin and churning the cum that was already inside. He didn’t last very long, but the splotchy color on his shoulders and the pressure with which he was grinding himself into me, it was a super intense sight. I felt proud of myself for really giving him a great experience.

When he was getting closer I wrapped my legs around him and whispered in his ear to cum inside me. He made one last push and then held his hips against me and let his body rest on me. I played with his hair a little and then he got up again, laughing at how I had made him sweaty all over again, but that he’d rather be sweaty and have had sex again.

I wiped us up one last time, and as we got dressed he said he’d like to see me off of the massage schedule sometime down the line. I said that I’d think about it, but I did appreciate having things ‘safe’ at the spa, for both of us. He said he’d wait for that, and that if this made me comfortable then he’d like to continue seeing me.

Internally I congratulated myself, I’d really gone off the deep end but I was somehow still me as a person. There were other times I met with him, even going to his hotel room (posted that one already), and I had a couple of other clients as well. If you’re curious, feel free to drop me a message. Hope you enjoyed these memories!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usr0n6/fm_how_i_became_a_naughty_masseuse_pt2