Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

"Do exactly as I say," said Hinley, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his long yellow teeth bared as he panted. "Take off your shirt."

Reluctantly Lynn let go of his monstrous stiff prick and quickly pulled the transparent T-shirt off over her head, tousling her long gleaming brown hair. Hinley opened his narrow eyes for a glimpse of her big wobbling jugs, and he grinned wolfishly.

"Put my dick between your tits," he ordered.

Lynn felt disgust, but she obeyed. It was better than fucking him. She seized his long hot throbbing prick and eased it into the plump warm cleavage of her swelling jugs. When she leaned forward over him, her tits came tightly together to trap his cock in silky flesh.

"Good," said Hinley, his feverish eyes glued to her great melon-shaped boobs. "Now just hold still."

He kept his eyes open, much to Lynn's embarrassment, and he began to jerk his hips, working his wet drooling prick furiously in the tight hot cleavage of her big knockers. He watched his own performance, grinning wolfishly. She felt contempt for him. No doubt he couldn't get his rocks off in the normal way. He liked to humiliate women with kinky acts like this…

"Uhhhhhh!" Hinley's lean ugly face contorted with pleasure as he came.

Lynn felt his hot sticky jism on her chin, neck and tits. She resisted the strong impulse to wipe the stuff off immediately. She sensed that messing her up was part of his kick-and she was right. As Hinley slipped off the table and began to dress, he kept his eyes on her, chuckling softly at the sight of her cum-splattered tits and neck.

He left without a word.

Frowning with disgust, Lynn wiped the sticky jizz off herself and washed up. What a creep, she thought. A good honest straightforward fuck would have been less distasteful than that. Yet she still wasn't sure she'd be able to do that. She was willing to perform a few kinky acts in the course of massaging a customer, but she hadn't signed up for this job with the notion of becoming a whore.

She'd just put her T-shirt on again when the next customer arrived. When Lynn saw him, she felt instant excitement. At last, a good-looking man! She was beginning to think that only middle-aged weirdos came here.

"Hi, doll," he said. "My name's Tony."

He was about six feet tall, darkly handsome, well-built. He was a little overdressed for Lynn's taste, in a natty Italian suit, blue shirt and tie, and several glittering rings-but she wasn't going to be picky. She gave him her best smile.

"Hello, Tony," she said. "Welcome to the Club. I'm Lynn."

"A new girl, huh?" he said, looking her over appreciatively. "Well, Ed sure knows how to pick Lynn readied the table, and Tony began to undress. She stole a look. His broad tan back was clean and muscular, and as he let down his pants, she saw the neat small rounds of his ass in his tight shorts. Yes, Tony was very appealing.

"Get me a drink, will ya?" he said. "Scotch on the rocks, plenty of ice."

"Yes, Tony," she said.

Mixing the drink, Lynn felt her body stinging with excitement. She was a little ashamed of herself for getting so aroused by a customer. It wasn't very professional. But Tony reminded her of all those attractive strangers she'd been seeing on the streets lately. Every night she'd gone home and fantasized about fucking them, while Bill snored beside her. Now she actually had a chance to do it.

Lynn erased the thought from her mind. She wasn't going to cheat on Bill. But she found it hard to keep cool when she returned to the massage room. Tony was stretched out naked on the table, superbly built, tan and tightly muscled. She had the wild impulse to run her hands over that delicious tight ass.

"Here's your drink, Tony," she said. "Are you ready for me to start?"

"Yeah, go ahead, doll," he said lazily, accepting the tall drink and taking a big swallow.

She had to be honest with herself-she could hardly wait to get her hands on him. Eagerly she began kneading his shoulders, giving the best massage of her short career. Tony sighed appreciatively.

"You do a real good job, honey," he said. "You must have had some experience."

"No," said Lynn, "this is my first job."

Tony eyed her with new interest. "Oh, yeah? Well, you sure learn fast."

Massaging Tony was a pleasure, after all that wormy clammy middle-aged flesh. She could almost imagine that they were making love. As she worked her hands down his body, coming closer and closer to his taut tan butt-cheeks, Lynn felt the crotch of her shorts growing moist and hot. She imagined that Tony was an excellent lover..

Watch it, she told herself You're not going to be unfaithful…

But-oh, God, how she wanted to be…

She reached his small tight ass and began to massage both cheeks simultaneously, her hands warm and vigorous. Tony grunted and sighed his appreciation. He spread his legs a little-on purpose?-and in the shadowy space between his muscular thighs she could see the silky black hairs, the limp rosy bags of his nuts.. Again she felt a molten sensation in her crotch.

Quickly she moved onward, away from temptation, massaging his long hard legs. She noticed all the signs of hot horny arousal in herself-her tits swelling up tightly, her nipples sticking out hard and lewd under the thin t-shirt, her pussy puffing up and getting steadily wetter Stop it, she told herself. You can't. Think of Bill…

That was a mistake. She thought of Bill affectionately, but she also had a vision of his dull technique in bed. The same old thing, night after night, for fifteen years. My God, she knew there was more to sex than that. Didn't she deserve more?

"You can roll over now, Tony," she said shakily.

"Okay, baby," he said. "Why don't you take off your clothes, too? I like to look."

Lynn blushed deeply. It was the first time a customer had asked her to take off her shorts. By Ed's instructions, she wore no panties. It saved time, he said. Her hands trembled as she drew off her skimpy costume.

It was hard enough undressing in front of. a stranger, but it was also unsettling to look at Tony as he rolled over onto his back. She gawked helplessly at his broad hairy chest, his flat taut belly, and the silky nest of blue-black curls between his thighs. And his cock.. Oh, God He wasn't as well-hung as that creep Hinley, but Tony's cock somehow seemed much more attractive to her. Clean, pale, unwrinkled… He didn't have a hard-on yet, but she felt a frantic urge to make him that way. His balls were pretty, too, soft and rosy and clean. It was hard to ignore them, to start her massage at his shoulders.

As she approached him, Tony frankly ogled her lush naked body. He grinned appreciatively as he watched her huge creamy tits swaying, and when he glanced at the neat little triangle of fur over her cunt-mound, he licked his lips.

"Baby, you are really built," he said. "Like I said, Ed sure knows how to pick em.

"Thank you, Tony," Lynn said weakly.

The way he looked at her, without disguise or shame, was really turning her on. She felt a sudden burst of hot juice from her cunt, and, with flaming face, she jammed her thighs together. It would be so embarrassing if Tony saw pussy-juice streaming down her legs!

He chuckled softly when she blushed. "You really are new, aren't you?" he said. "How long you been on the job?"

"This is only my second night," said Lynn, leaning over him to begin massaging his shoulders.

Tony reached out and cupped her big swinging tits, molding them softly and expertly. Lynn barely suppressed a deep sigh of pleasure. He rubbed his thumbs teasingly over her big tender brown nipples, and she felt such hot heady pleasure in her pussy that she could hardly keep from trembling.

"Any of the customers ask you to go all the way yet?" he inquired.

Again Lynn blushed furiously. "N-No," she said.