The Masseurs’s tales – Chapter 1 [MF]

I was merely an adult when I started with the massage therapy as a way of living. If you ask me why I chose this profession back then, I would have responded that it seemed like good money to be made with nothing more than a course, or that I didn’t want to work under a boss. Those would have been utter lies. Now that I´m older and less ashamed of telling the truth, the answer is simple: I was (and am) a horny fuck, and thought maybe, just maybe, this could be the door to get between so many legs… That is the real reason I started in this, and also the reason why I continue to do it. And, oh boy, do I have some stories to share…

Mrs. K was my first one, my breakthrough. I was actually about to surrender, given that all the (few) clients I had till the moment were either guy athletes, or women old enough to be my grandmother. It was through one of them, a sweet old lady that I saw once or twice a month, that I got referred to Mrs. K. I went thinking that it was going to be another boring job, but as soon as I got to her door, my jaw dropped and a little bit of anxiety started building inside me. I wasn’t poor, but definitely struggling a little bit, and all my clients had been normal, working class people so far. So it’s no wonder that when I got there and found myself at the doorstep of a literal mansion, a place that screamed filthy rich, I got little nervous. It probably took me five minutes to recompose myself and be able to press the doorbell.

I was greeted by an old lady, who took me not into the main house, but to another building, considerably smaller than the main house, which was a gym.

‘Mrs K will be out shortly’ she said, ‘she’s just finished her workout and likes to spend 5 minutes in the sauna after that. She has her own massage table right in the back, so feel free to go over and setup anything that you may need.’

I said OK and went about my thing. Put up my little speaker with some relaxing music, got all my oils ready and started warmig up my hands. Just as I was doing this, Mrs K appeared from my back.

‘So, i take it you’re my new masseur’, she said.

I turned around and almost fell on my butt from the shock. Yes, Mrs. K was older than me, but not older enough to be my grandmother. I would have said she was somewhere around thirty, thirty-five years old if you asked me. I would later learn that she had ten years more than that.

My mouth was going up and down, trying to say anything back, yet I could barely think with the image of that woman in front of me. She was wearing nothing more than a towel around her body, and a pair of panties so white that they were almost translucent. Even with with a towel, which didn’t let me truly appreciate her silhouette, you could tell there was something worth admiring underneath. Her dark, long hair ran like an ebony river through her chest, resting on top of her towel until her the boobs, and then hanging all the way down over her belly as if it was falling from a cliff.

‘Yes Mamam… Ma’am’ I said, barely being able to usher the words. I was already fighting not to get an erection by simply looking at her, and my eyes felt like they suddenly had developed a conscience of their own, trying to get a peak into that amazing cleavage, much to my dismay.

‘You can call me K’, she said, smiling. ‘So, shall we?’

I nodded, unable to talk. She got on top of the table, giving her back to me, and let the towel fall. It was just a mere second, but I got a glimpse of what, if seen from the front, would had probably been the best titty-drop of my life, and a little bit of side-boob that was enough to send my young hormones though the roof. She then laid down, putting her chest against the table, and I could see her boobs trying to squeeze out to the sides – it was more than my self-control could take, and I felt my cock rising as fast and hard as it had never done.

‘Well? I’m paying by the hour, so it would be nice if you started.’

‘Right away, just got to put some oil on my hands’ I replied.

Now, where I had put the oils, they where laying right in front of her face, and I didn’t want to pass my wood all over her face. Well, I did, I truly did but not like that. It was a fantasy, yes, but up until that moment I had never really thought it would come true. This was real life, not porn, know what I mean? I thought probably that ended with me minus one client and at least an interview with the police.

Anyways, I had to get that oil, and she was already lying down, her head through the hole in the massage table. So I went and grab the oil, but when I was walking back, I saw her head was now facing to the left, in my direction. I’m not going to lie, my heart skipped a beat for a moment, but her eyes were closed, so I relaxed. Yet, I believed to see a smile in her face.

I started with her back first. Her skin was smooth as satin, and her tan was so natural and even, made me want to lick her. Every flex, anytime my fingers touched and put pressure, aggressively caressing her body, felt better for me than any massage could ever fell on anyone. I haven’t even got paid and already felt like a million bucks, as if I was scamming her. At the other hand, I was doing miracle poses to not let my dick make contact with her, as much as I would have wanted. Everything inside me was a battle between lust and getting my cock down. But just a glimpse of her smell, the aroma of the sweat, strangely sweet and musty at the same time, was enough to get me going again.

‘I’m pretty good back-wise,’ Mrs K. said ‘and today was leg day. Could you put more emphasis there?’ she asked, sounding sleepy. ‘Legs and feet, please’ she emphasized.

‘No problem.’

I got to the far end of the table and grab her right foot by her ankle with one hand, and start massaging it with the other one. By God, even her soles skin was perfect. I could hardly keep my cock from tearing through my pants by this time, and nothing there was helping me. I tried putting all my focus on the job itself but that eagerly showed to be futile.

As I finished with the feet, and started going up the thighs and closer to her crotch, I realized I was about to lose my head.

‘I need a little bit more oil’ I said, as an excuse to step back for a minute or two, but as I was starting to walk, she rose her left feet. Not much, but enough to put it in the way of my cock, to stumble upon it. I came, I froze.

My heart, my breathing, even time itself stopped in that moment. I was secretly hoping something like that would happen, yet now all I could think was ‘oh god, oh fuck’ in an endless loop, unable to move and with a big, wet and warm pool of cum that was about to start leaking through my thin as paper scrub pant.

‘Are you ok?’ Mrs. K said, breaking my cum-and-panic trance, and apparently oblivious to what she had just caused.

‘Uhhh… mmmyeah’ I said, ‘I was just wondering if I could use the bathroom? I promise I’ll make up tenfold for the interruption.’

‘Well, you better do.’ Something in her voice sounded more entertained than angry when she said it, ‘It’s that little door back there.’

‘Thanks.’

I went and tidied myself up, washed my face and recollected my composure. When I got back, Mrs. K was waiting in the same position. As soon as she heard me back she said ‘So, you came back?’ in a playful tone.

‘Would you like me to start again?’ I asked, ignoring the emphasis she put in the word.

‘You can start just above the knee’

I was leaning forward on top of her to reach her hamstrings in just the right angle, when two things happened almost simultaneously. First, I noticed she had lost the panties. I got pinned in place again, beholding what had to be the most beautiful piece of pussy I had ever seen. Her lips were delicate yet just a pinch puffy, the color of bubblegum inviting, inciting me to give a taste that I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to forget. Her asshole on top of that was another delicacy, making the decision of looking at one or the other an impossible task for my brain to handle. My dick was becoming rock hard again, even swifter than before. Then, I felt something press against it, and slowly yet firmly rub against me. I looked down and saw Mrs. K’s feet, one on top of my cock, pushing it down, the other below, going up and down.

‘Nobody told you to stop’ she said, lowering my pants with her feet.

‘Mrs. K…’ I tried saying, but she interjected.

‘I said nobody told you to stop.’

Do you know how hard it is to give a massage while getting a footjob? I can tell you: it’s fucking impossible. I had never had that experience before. Actually, I didn’t even had considered the subject of feet fucking, and now I was feeling a new kind of pleasure that put my brain near to a shot circuit.

‘What’s the matter, massage boy?’ Mrs K. said ‘Don’t you tell me this is your first time with a woman.’

‘N-n-no, Ma-Ma’am…’

My dick was twitching between her feet, my skin going up and down my shaft and head in perfect harmony with Mrs. K’s foot, with the right amount of grip and oil for everything to flow so natural. I was losing myself, about to cum again when it came to me: this was it, this was my dream come true. The thing I always waited for me to happen, was happening right now.

This thought flipped a switch inside me and reinvigorated me to the max. I took both her ankles and put both her feet on the sides of my cock, so her legs would bend in a position that allowed me to reach between them without trouble. I began to massage her inner thighs, getting closer to her pussy with every stroke. She was already moaning when my right thumb went inside her pussy, and both my middle and ring fingers went looking for her clit, applying all my knowledge as a masseur to stimulate it.

‘Yes, yes..YES’ she started yelling.

It seemed like she was having a great time, but I thought it could always be better. Now, I already had my hands covered in oil, and she was not only wet from the excitement, also from the sauna. That made the entrance of my left thumb into her anus feel as quick as it was on her pussy.

‘Oh, yes, massage boy,’ Mrs K. was saying ‘now THAT’S what I’m saying.’

‘You like it, don’t you?’ I said, ‘Feeling both your holes filled at the same time?’

‘I love it. Now this is what I should be paying you for.’

‘You’re still on time’ I said, and with this, everything changed.

I pulled out both my hands, grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over and pulled her to the end of the table. My cock went inside her cunt as if it was a water slide, her legs now in the air, next to my head, and her tits… Ohh, her tits, right there, bouncing in front of my eyes in a mesmerizing dance that rose another fire in me, and made me feel like diamond instead of wood. Her pretty nipples with the perfect sized areolas, that looked like a god made fit to my hands.

Above all this, was her face. We locked each others eyes, and you could see in hers all this lust, pleasure and a little bit of fun in them, like this was a game for her, and she was winning.

‘Cum for me’ she said.

It took a lot of strength not do do it right there, as if it was some sort of a magical command.

‘Cum for me, massage boy.’

I could already feel it. My gauge was starting to get filled, and there was no going back, but I had a mission first.

I reached down with my right hand and started to rub her clit in sync with each and every trust. Then I adjusted based on her moans, creating a symphony of sex worthy of an opera.

‘CUM… FOR… ME’ she demanded between breaths.

Almost there. But I am not a selfish guy. You see, I had already came once that day. She didn’t.

With my left hand, I grabbed her hair, wrapping my hand with it and pulling down. She let out a loud and prolonged moan, and her legs were beginning to twitch. I pulled stronger, grabbed her one tit with my other hand and pulled together for a final, powerful and deep penetration. She did not moan. She SCREAMED out of pleasure. Me? I felt the warmness of cum building up my in my cock, every vein pumping as hard as it is physically possible, and realized it was impossible to hold it any longer. I let out a pump or two inside of her before being able to pull out. Her juices and mine made a sploosh on top of the massage table, but I wasn’t done cumming. My dick was bigger than I could remember, and felt like a red hot iron.

One pump. Two pumps. Three pumps, and so on. My cum keep landing on Mrs K, on her face, her tits, dripping between them, falling into her open mouth. By the time I made my last pump, I felt my body didn’t contain enough blood for both my penis and my heart, and my blood pressure fell down for an instant.

When I regained my composure, all I could see was Mrs K, this hot, sexy and experienced woman, with her perky big tits, those big perfect nipples, her swollen lips, and those beautiful eyes, everything painted over with a layer of my cum, fighting to catch her breath as hard as I was.

‘Well, that was interesting, massage boy.’ she said ‘I wouldn’t mind to hire your services again. Next time, I can teach you a thing or two.’

Mrs K went to the bathroom to change. I pulled up my pants and gathered all my items in the meanwhile. She got out, with a tank top and a short. My cum was still all over her face and cleavage. She a little pile of hundreds in her hand.

‘This should cover today. I believe you know the way out’ she said, as if nothing had happened.

‘I…’

‘I will not pay you to talk. See you next week, massage boy’ she said, and shove me out the door.

That day, I came back with more than a week’s worth of money and a new certainty: this was definitely the best line of work.

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