My morning at the massuese [MF]

"Hey Marc, it's Andy. Listen man, with Gendren cancelling that order yesterday, I'm not sure we're going to need you in the office. I think Paul and Emma are capable of helping me with what I need doing, even if they are a bit tetchy with the printer. Why don't you stay at home today, have a three day weekend. Have a bit of fun with Claire while the kids are at school, haha. Alright, see you Monday bud."

A Friday morning and afternoon not at work? That was music to my ears. It isn't like I dislike my job, it's just that the commute from my house to downtown is a nightmare since the mayor tried to implement new traffic laws. A waste of taxpayer's money, in my opinion.

I put my phone back on the dresser, and remove the duvet from my body. Claire had already taken Chrissy and JD in the Cadillac, so it was just me and Toby the Golden Retriever in the house. I removed my boxer briefs, and walked to the shower in the adjacent bathroom. I turned on the water, and soaked myself underneath it. I squirted bodywash in my hands, and rubbed it all over my body. I gave a couple of cheeky strokes to my penis, which turned into full-on masturbation. After stroking him for a good 3 minutes, and a finger playing with my prostate, I orgasmed and rope after rope of cum shot out of my 6" cock. After recovering from my moment of ecstacy, I washed myself down again, cleaning the remainder of my come from my dick.

I left the bathroom with a white towel around my waist, and went back to the bedroom to dry off. Claire was stood there, hands on hips, looking disappointed at me.

"Really Marc? Only two minutes? Whatever happened to that 18 year old kid who was still going for another hour after Lily and I were exhausted at Cumber Creek?"

Claire was 5"5, a C cup, sapphire blue eyes, blonde frizzed hair and wearing my favourite plaid shirt. "That kid had the stamina of a buffalo. I'm old, Claire; I'll probably be dead soon." She laughed "You're 27 Marc, not 57! Maybe if you stopped smoking those Cuban Cigars with Danny, you'd be able to last longer." I shook my head "It's always the smoking with you, isn't it Claire? When the lasagne didn't cook right, you blamed the smoking. When the cat hit by a truck, you blamed it on the smoking; give it a rest, will ya?" Claire shook her head and waved her finger "Well if you don't stop smoking, you will be dead! Why aren't you at the office, anyway?"

"Andy said I could have the day off." Claire looked away from me. "Oh, that was nice of him. Say, you should invite him and Frea for a barbeque some time. That would be nice, right?" I shrugged.

"So, do you have any plans for today?" Claire shook her head, and smiled. "Nope, Jenna and I are going to that new massage parlour on Sixth Street. I saw an advert last week on the internet while I was, er, looking at stuff."

"Porn?"

"No, it wasn't porn! There may have been a naked man on my screen, but he wasn't doing anything." "So that's why you were so eager to shut down your laptop, haha. I thought I smelt wetness." Claire scolded at me. "Hey, do you know what I think would be a fantastic idea; you should come with me and Jenna?" I raised an eyebrow "You think?" "Yeah, come on, be a sport. And besides, you may even get a happy ending." The thought of a stranger massaging my cock was too much to turn down, so I agreed to Claire's proposal.

---

Claire had changed into a pair of tight blue yoga pants, and a emerald sports bra, and the only thing stopping me from pulling her back towards me so I could bury my face in her tight ass was the sound of Jenna pressing her Audi's horn.

"Jenna's here. You got everything?"

"What am I going to need at a massage parlour?"

"I know you, Marc Louis Freisher. I know you are going to fuck your masseuse. I just want to make sure you have protection."

"I'm not going to fuck my massuese, Claire. Besides, she might be 200lbs for all I know."

"That never stopped you sleeping with Bella Aradona."

"What was that?"

"I said Jenna's here. Come on, you know how impatient she gets."

Claire walked in front of me as we left the house, and her butt moving from side to side mesmerized me. I closed the front door of the house as I left, and looked over to the car. Jenna had put the roof down on her softtop, and was blaring out some Calvin Harris from the sound system she had paid for with the money from her divorce.

"Claire, baby! Let's hit the road. I've got an itch that wants scratching by a fine Italian stallion. Hey Marc."

Jenna had always had a thing for me, and I could see her eyeing up my pecs through my shirts.

"Hey Jenna. Nice car."

"Why thank you. Bobby bought it me after we sadly separated ways. (sigh) If only it had worked out."

"Come off it, Jen. We both all know you married him for his money."

"We had a connection that goes far beyond paper value."

"Yeah sure, whatever. We going to get going then?"

Jenna looked puzzled at Claire. "He does know we are going to Gianno's, right?"

"Yes he does. He was rather enthusiastic, in truth. Almost too enthusiastic for my liking."

Jenna looked in the rear view mirror at me, and bit her lip seductively. "Really? You know, we're still in your driveway. We could always go inside your hou-"

Claire interrupted her by putting a finger on Jenna's mouth. "Just drive, baby."

Jenna exhaled, and reversed the car onto the road, and then drove forwards to the masseuse parlour.

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After 20 minutes of driving, and learning how surprised Jenna was that Kendall Jenner could do such a horrible thing to Kourtney, we pulled into the parking lot of the massuese. It was a small one story building, that looked like it could have been an office in the recent past. In all honesty, it looked sketchy as hell, and I was having second thoughts about what I was about to let myself in for. Claire could sense my hesitance, and held my hand, giving me those reassuring eyes that everything was going to be fine.

We walked to the front door, and a well shaven man came out and hugged Jenna.

"Jenna, it is-a good to see you again. And you brought-a friends with you as well. Magnificento."

"Buenos dias, Gianno."

"Jenna, my sweetheart. I am from Milano, not Mexico. I thought I told you that before?"

"It doesn't matter where you are from, Gianno. As long as you make me happy, that's all that matters."

"Who are your friends?"

"This is Claire, my sister. And this is Marc. He's the guy I was talking to you about."

I looked shocked that Jenna was gossiping about me with her massuse, but I won't deny that it turned me on a little.

"Claire, you are as beautiful as the finest art of Michaelangelo. And Marco. Ooft. I hope you as well hung as Jenna told me about."

Jenna playfully slapped Gianno on the arm, and Claire gave her a look of disapproval about her talking about my cock.

"Come inside everyone, before it begins to rain."

---

Gianno had seated us in the reception area, and had gone around his building shouting in Italian for his co-workers to greet us. I was sat in the middle of Claire and Jenna; and as Claire was feeling my arm, Jenna was stroking my leg and my inner thigh. My cock thrusted through my shirts, and I heard Jenna let out a little gasp of astonishment. Before she could think of pouncing on me, Gianno returned with a squadron of beautifully crafted men and women.

"Jenna. Claire. Marco. These ladies and gentlemen are among the best massuses in all if Italy and the East Coast. Feel free to evaluate them before you choose which one you would like to massage you."

I could visibly see a wet patch in Jenna's pants, and she stood up and felt all the men. Claire whispered to me "Who should I go with?" A tall, well built man with dreamy eyes, an afternoon stubble, brown hair; and from seeing through his pants; well equipped caught my attention. He was everything I aspired to be and more. The thought of Claire being treated with a man who was in my eyes the definition of perfection turned me on. I beckoned him over, and shook his hand.

"I want you to treat my wife with the highest regard of respect, you understand? Anything she wants, you give it to her."

Claire looked at me with an open mouth, which turned into a sexy smile, and her adonis led her away to a back room.

Jenna had finished grinding up against the remaining men, and was also in the back room. I heard her squeal; 'Jesus Christ, she isn't playing hard to get.'

Gianno led a stunningly beautiful lady towards me. She was 5"9, a brunette with shoulder length hair, at a guess a C cup like Claire and the most sparkling emerald eyes.

"Marco, this is Katerina. She is originally from Munich, and she came into contact with me after a colleague in Seoul sadly passed away. I would ask that you show her respect when she massages you."

Katerina looked at me rather shyly, and grasped at my hand. "Come, Mr Marco. I shall show you what relaxation is all about.

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We were in another back room of the parlour, and it looked it should have been a doctor's examination room, than a place for pleasure. Katerina had prepared the table, and signalled for me to lie down. As I did so, she laughed.

"No, Mr Marco. You have to remove your clothes."

I didn't need a second invitation, and I stripped down to my boxer briefs. I was about to turn around and lie on the table again, when Katerina stopped me, and pulled down my shorts. She gasped in excitemt at seeing my semi-hard cock and giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Mr Marco, your penis is very attractive to me."

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Mr Gianno would tell me off if he found out."

I picked up my boxer briefs, and threw them at the security camera in the corner of of the room, perfectly covering the lens.

"Mr Gianno doesn't have to know."

I could see that she was taken aback by my forwardness, but then went down to her knees and inspected me.

"Mr Marco, you have the most beautiful penis I have ever seen in my life."

And with that, she put my cock inside her mouth, and began sucking on it. As my dick began to grow, I could hear her moaning, and this was heaven to me, I brushed her hair behind her ear, and she left my guide her head further down my shaft. She gagged on my cum as I shot into her, and sbe was a good girl and took it all.

She took my cock out of her mouth, with strands of cum still connecting my cock to her lips, and pushed me onto the table. She took off all her clothes, and guided my hard cock into her soaking wet pussy as she straddled me. She rode me like an animal, and I groped her tits as she groaned out loud. She must have been there for a good two minutes before I felt her cum all over my cock.

"Fuck yes, Mr Marco. Fuck me hard. Make me cum again. Don't let me stop."

Hearing these words made my climax again, and she screamed a sound only dogs could hear. Her petite frame, and her messed up hair kept me hard as I lay her down and played with her pussy. She was incredibly wet, and her wetness tasted undescribably good. She twisted and turned, as I guide a finger inside her, and licking her clit made her back arch, and she began to spasm with orgasm. If Gianno couldn't see us through the camera, he could most certainly hear us.

I put my hard length back inside her, and thrusted back and forth, making us both moan and groan and swear to the high heavens. She did her best to look into my eyes as I fucked her, but I must have her her in the right spot, because she let her head fall back and left me to satisfy her. I was going to cum again, and I told her I wanted to explode on her face. She got on her knees, and watched me jerk myself thinking about how amazing her tight pussy felt around my cock. I shot rope after rope on her sexy face, and she took me inside her mouth again to suck me clean. We made out for five minutes, and then began to get dressed.

"Mr Marco. That was intense. If you were not a married man, I would ask you to fuck me every day."

I pulled her in closer to me, and shoved my tongue in her mouth. When our lips parted, we stared into each others eyes, before we heard a knocking on the door.

"Marc, are you alright in there? Me and Claire are ready to go if you are."

I kissed Katerina again, and gave her my number.

"Do not be a stranger, Mr Marco."

I gave her one final kiss, before gathering my possessions and waving goodbye.

---

Jenna took a large whiff of my scent as we walked back to the car.

"Hmm, Marc, you smell amazing. What are you wearing?"

Claire was interested as well, and also took a smell. It was the scent of sweat, my cum, Katerina's sweat and Katerina's come.

"Oh my god, you actually fucked her, didn't you?"

I didn't respond, but the smile upon my face gave the game away.

"You fucking bad boy! I told you that you were going to fuck her."

Jenna was turned on to hear this, and as we drove home, I told them all about how I had just had the best sex I had ever had in my whole life.

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