Fucking Amy was different. She was to Mrs. K what water is to steam: Mrs K was always boiling and ready to burn with a touch, whereas Amy seemed easy and shy, yet just needed to get the right temperature. Same element, different states.
She came some time after. At first, she was no more than a regular, not really special client. We were almost the same age, me just turned twenty-one on June, she celebrating her twenty-second birthday in late October. Amy played hockey, and at a pretty high level I must say. So, naturally, she needed massages pretty frequently. I had been putting up flyers all around, seizing the momentum my freelancing job was having to acquire more clients. That didn’t net me a lot of new ones, but it did bring Amy to the mix, which was a blessing in itself. Maybe it took a while for it to unveil as such, but I believe it was worth the wait.
Our first encounter, as all the others, were in my “office” – nothing more than a little square separation I would make in my studio with three folding screens and all the space I had between the door and the kitchen. It wasn’t perfect, but the subtle lightning, aromas and relaxing music made it seem a lot better for my clients.
Amy came in at seven-o-clock in the afternoon, some day in late June. Pretty late, but she had a crazy schedule between college and sports. The first thing that struck me about her were her eyes: as blue as the ocean, and deep as well. She transmitted something I hadn’t felt before… Like a backdraft about to happen.
‘Hi! Amy, right?’
Raising her left hand, she took a lock of hair that dangled in her face and tucked it behind her ear. My eyes followed her arm on the way down but got stuck in her chest for a moment, just a quarter of a second, but enough to appreciate a little of each boob trying to squeeze and escape from either side of her tank top.
‘Hi, yes, that’ll be me’ she responded with a shy smile. ‘I’m sorry I asked for the session to be so late, but it’s a difficult life to balance.’
‘No problemo!’ I replied ‘You asked and I said yes, I wouldn’t have given you the appointment if it inconvenienced me.’
‘Oh, sorry, your right, it’s just I’m on a tight schedule with my classes, and we got some important games ahead, and my parents want to…’ She could have continued until infinity if I didn’t say something.
‘So’, I interjected, ‘I’ll take it you’ll want something like a deep tissue massage?’ She looked a little embarrassed, hurt even maybe.
‘Yes, sorry… ’ she responded, with a lower voice tone.
‘No need to be!’ I said. ‘I’ll step outside of this room for a minute and let you get ready. Remember to lay with your head facing down and to unzip the bra once you’re there. If you feel uncomfortable with that, just let me know and I’ll figure a way to work around that.’
‘Okay, thank you’ she said, and I stepped to the other side of the folding screen. The screen was not that thick and, with the lights being in her side, I could see her figure projected on it.
To say I was amused already with her shadow ttitydrop would be an understatement.
She leaned more to the chubby side, with all that little extra weight admirably distributed. Her legs were pretty defined, big and strong, a marvel to look at just by themselves, but a next level view when paired with the trunk they carried. Big, round and powerful, a sight to behold, an ass to long for.
I had not tried anything with another client since Mrs. K., since it still felt like a thin line I was walking on. Anyways, although there was some accidental luck with Mrs. K, I could not see the same happening there. Yes, she was hot. Yes, I almost couldn’t control my erection when I saw her boobs pressed against the table. And yes, I may have started fantasizing a little, yet something was off. Unable to figure what, I got to the job and then, as soon as I put my hands on her back, it hit me: she was so tense. Her back felt like a wall made of bricks. She was kind of petrified. I feared something I’d done triggered her, so I asked:
‘Amy, are you ok? You know you’re supposed to relax, right? Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?’
‘No, no… Sorry,’ she said, ‘It’s just… nothing, don’t mind me. I’ll relax.’
She took a deep breath and let the air out slowly, and I could feel her muscles soften a bit in sync with the airflow. She still remained as a rock, though, so it took a lot get over with that session. That made me disregard any intentions I could have had with her and traeat her like any other client. With the exception, of course, of being rock hard by the end of every session, and jacking off after starting to become a rule. She did start talking a lot again after a few sessions, and so I learned about her. Her parents were putting some heavy pressure on her to be an A grade student, she was starting to fall behind in the hockey team and her boyfriend had left her some months ago.
I started to like Amy. She was cute, yes, and also pretty hot, but she also had this kind of innocence and kindness that were hard to come by, at least in such levels. She started feeling like a friend. That is, until one day, in the middle of a session, she moaned.
I was giving her a relaxing massage, starting, like always, by her feet. While minding my own business, I got distracted looking at her butt below the towel and did a little bit more pressure than intended. She made a sound, low and short, but there was no doubt to me: that was a moan. She tried to play it cool, and I acted like I hadn’t heard it, but then did it again. Sure thing, she let a little moan out again.
‘Amy? Does it hurt?’ I asked faking innocence.
‘Y-yes, a little bit. Maybe you could move pass my feet?’
‘Sure’.
I started moving my hands up, going through her calves all the way to the hamstrings. And when I hit does, she couldn’t hold it anymore. She left out a long, audible moan, and then turned into stone.
‘IM SORRY’ she yelled, getting up and holding the towel against her chest with one arm, pressing those lovely, big and juicy tits and forming an incredible cleavage.
‘It’s okay, Amy…’ I said.
‘No! It’s not!’ she said, ‘It’s just… I… I haven’t been touched in a long time.’
Her face blushed and her legs started shaking. I could see her tremble with every breath, in and out, inhale, exhale. This girl was as embarrassed as she was horny, and I thought I could maybe help her with both. At the same time, what I saw in her eyes felt like terror, like she wanted to run away from that place.
And my boner was lifting up my pants.
Everything was getting confusing.
I rose my hands.
‘Amy’ I said, as calmly as I could, ‘I think we should relax.’
‘You’ve got a boner’ she said, her eyes fixated between my legs.
‘Yeah’ I said.
Her breath began to appease, and her demeanor started to get softer.
‘Do you… Find me attractive?’
The question took me by surprise.
‘I think you’re looking at my response.’ Her face turned turnip red. I insisted. ‘I can touch in ways you haven’t even dreamed about… If you would let me.’
Amy dropped the towel and her big, heavy tits fell in a show for the ages. They were kind of tear shaped, ending in two lovely pink nipples, slightly pointing upward. I was ripping through my pants, yet I felt that this moment was not for me. This was my chance to hook her if I wanted to get her to come back, so this would be all about her.
‘Please, get back on the table. Face up.’
She did so without any complaint and closed her eyes. Her breath was trembling again.
‘I’m ready’ she said.
I stepped to the side of the massage table and grabbed both her tits with my hands, groping them as if they were my firsts. Without hurrying, I started working her nipples, pinching a little, pulling with a bit more rough. She was loving it, like this was the very first time she had gotten such treatment. I suddenly shifted one of my hands down her underwear and rubbed her clit gently while inserting just the tip of my middle finger in her pussy. She felt so hot inside, and insane tight. My cock was throbbing, full of blood, ready to put all my cum inside of her, yet I still didn’t feel like it. Amy started moaning rhythmically, every sound a little bit stronger than the previous one. Her hands were grabbing the edges of the table with such strength that her knuckles were white; her nipples looking straight to the ceiling and hard as ice. I couldn’t resist that and had to put my mouth to good use with the one that was now free. At the same time, Amy started getting wet, to a point were my finger slid in and out without any friction.
‘I believe it’s time to up the stakes, don’t you think?’ I said. She was barely able to shake her head up and down, lost in the fingering sea of pleasure.
I removed myself from her and went to the end of my massage bed, grabbed her legs and put them in the air and around my face, her hips elevated in the air.
‘Now, this is when you really enjoy’ I said, before burying my face between her legs. It was a beautiful pussy, with nice, meaty lips, and a little bit of a bush on top of it. I carefully used one hand to open her pussy, and got to town with her clit. Saying this was a delicious experience would be an understatement: it was heavenly.
To all this, Amy’s moaning were reaching a volume that I had not heard from any other woman. She seemed like a bomb about to explode, and I wanted to get all that explosion on me. I doubled down with my tongue, licking her clit whti circular movements, feeling her legs close like a clamp around my neck. This girl was about to explode. She wasn’t wet; she was leaking. I saw room for improvement there and used her own puss juice as lube to insert finger in her asshole. Her legs contracted even tighter for a second and almost choke me. I took the stakes up a little bit more with another finger and deeper exploration, while sucking and licking her clit in a constant way.
I swear I can not describe the feeling when Amy, with a long, high pitched and sustained moan, let out a river of squirt inside my mouth, on my face and all over my massage table and floor, the sheer hotness of the act making me also cum in the process. Then she let her legs fall again on the table and just laid there, agitated and with a smile o her face.
‘I hope this finally got you to relax’ I said.
‘I’m sorry’ she said, her eyes fixated on my pants and the cum stain in the middle of them, ‘I did nothing for you. Maybe… Next time?’
I nodded with my head and took a seat at the table. Amy approached me and put her hand down my pants, into my boxers and around my half erect shaft. She slid her hand all the way to the top, gathering all the cum I had left, and took that to her face and mouth, licking my cum from her fingers until the last drop.
‘Consider this a special offer’ I said. ‘Next time, you won’t escape from getting railed.’
‘Oh, I’m counting on it.’
Next time was next week. She came at the usual time, dressed in a blouse and a mini skirt. Didn’t bother to even say hello to me, going for my mouth as soon as I opened the door, resulting in a prolonged make-out session. Her tongue and mine found each other in a perfect choreography, rising up the desire in both of us. We kept going as I felt her up through her blouse, then underneath it, cuping her beautiful, massive tits with both my hands. I started to go down to lick them when she gently pushed me away.
‘What’s the matter?’ I said, ‘Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts’.
My dick was fully hard, and in an intense way too. Amy smiled. I could tell she was extremely horny too; she was blushing, and her nipples looked like they could cut glass. She remained silent, and slowly went pass me and to the massage table. She climbed up and got on all fours, her tight skirt sliding up her ass cheeks, revealing that she had no underwear, her udders hanging like a most delicious fruit, waiting for my mouth to reach.
‘You said I wouldn’t escape from getting railed… I’m waiting’ she said, lifting up her ass, getting the skirt retreat again, seeming like and absurd belt now.
My manhood fired up already, and I felt like no more words were needed. I got to the end of the massage table, swung out my cock and slid it right into her, moved more by instinct than thought, both hands firmly grabbing her cheeks.
It is always hard to describe how a pussy feels like, and Amy’s was special. I started railing her hard and heavy, and my got mind clouded by a steam of pleasure that made me feel possessed. It was THAT good. It even took me a few thrusts to notice the round, blue eye that was watching me back from her asshole. I reached out with my hand, and pulled from the buttplug with ease.
‘This is a nice surprise’ I said between breaths. She limited to moan harder as I pulled and pushed, in harmonious sync with my penis, in and out. Push and pull. In and out. Amy’s hands were suddenly snapped to my legs, and her face buried on the massage table. Even so, I could still hear her screams of pleasure, muted by the padded wood, and felt her legs start to tremble. Somthing in me broke, a new barrier burnt by pleasure, and I grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head to the same level as my chest. I am sure that now, her delight could be heard in the whole building, and somehow it made it hotter for me.
‘I want you to cum’ I said, almost growled, ‘So.. you… will…CUM!’. Each word had been spitted with a thrust of my cock, a good push of the plug and a gentle yet reaffirming pull in her hair. Mrs K had taught me well enough.
I started to feel something in my dick, and soon after Amy’s body started acting like she wasn’t in control anymore. She first trembled from head to toes, and vice-versa. Her legs shook and swung, her cunt gripping and letting go, and her asshole did not seem to want to release the plug anymore. Then, for an instant, she just stood still, every muscle of her body clenched, and when she let go with a shriek of ecstasy, a river of squirt went down my shaft and my balls, ending part on the floor, part on the table. This was too much for me, as I felt my cock throbbing, first one, then two, three.. and so on, until I could feel not a single drop of semen left inside my testicles, everything I had now discharged inside her pussy.
I almost fell on my back after that orgasm, my mind blank for a moment. I let go of her hair, and Amy dropped face first on the table, her hips still up, as her knees appeared to be locked in place, giving me a good shot of her wet, cum dripping pussy. The buttplug was still there, but she managed to spit it out without using her hands, which almost got me hard again.
We stood like that in silence for a few minutes, nothing apart from both of us gasping for air.
Then, the clarity hit me.
‘Amy’, I asked, ‘you’re on birth control, right?’.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12vjmle/the_masseurss_tales_chapter_2_amy_m23f22_massage
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