Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

"Here you are, Harold," she said, smiling broadly. "This will relax you."

"T-Thank you," said Harold, seizing the drink and downing it in one gulp.

"If you'll undress, I'll start the massage," Lynn said soothingly.

Harold blushed right down to his socks, and he turned his back on her as he took off his clothes. Lynn busied herself rearranging the table. She figured she wouldn't have any trouble with Harold. He was too shy to try anything.

She heard him approaching the table-he was breathing heavily-and she politely kept her back turned till he was lying on his belly. When she turned to look at him, she felt another rush of pity. Even his body was ugly.

Poor Harold. He was so skinny, his bones stuck out like-well, a starved horse. He was wormy pale, freckled, and almost hairless. He was blushing hotly.

Lynn laid her hands gently on his bony shoulders and began to rub him.

"Now just relax, Harold," she said softly. "Enjoy yourself. I'm here to do whatever makes you feel good."

Harold didn't reply, but she saw him swallow hard. He rested his face on his arms as Lynn continued the soothing massage of his shoulders and back. He was very tense, his muscles knotted and stiff, his back covered with cold nervous sweat.

"Is this the first time you've had a massage, Harold?" she asked.

"N-No," he stammered, "I do it quite often. B-But-well, I'm bashful with girls. I guess you can tell that-"

Lynn smiled. "That's all right, Harold. I understand. You just relax…

She worked slowly down his back, then onto his small tight pale butt-cheeks. In spite of his ugliness, she felt kindly toward him, and she wanted to do the best job possible. A loser like Harold must have very few pleasures in life. She massaged his limp ass vigorously, making his tight muscles relax. Harold sighed.

"That's very nice, Lynn," he murmured. "You're very good."

"Thank you, Harold," she said. "Now it's time to turn over.

She had never seen a man blush so red. Harold looked as if he might flee in terror. She kept a calm smile on her face as he rolled over onto his back. He clapped his big bony hands over his cock so she couldn't see it.

Lynn couldn't help laughing. "Now, Harold," she said, "you don't have to be that bashful! I'm supposed to massage all of you. Put your arms down at your sides."

He trembled but obeyed. He seemed miserable with shyness. He closed his eyes tightly.

Lynn saw that poor Harold really had something to be shy about. In her brief experience, she'd never seen such a tiny cock. Even fat little Arthur was better hung. Harold's tiny limp dick was no more than three inches long and extremely skinny. His pitiful pink nuts were about the size of ping-pong balls. Again Lynn felt a rush of pity. Poor guy, Nature hadn't given him any breaks at all.

With renewed determination to please him, Lynn began her skillful massage at his shoulders. He was still very tense, but she gradually worked the kinks out of his muscles and made him sigh with sensual enjoyment. She worked steadily down his bony pale body till she was almost touching his soft prick.

Again Harold moved to cover himself, his big bony hands fluttering over his pale dwarf of a dick. Lynn firmly took his hands and set them aside.

"Don't worry, Harold," she said soothingly. "There's no reason to be shy around me. This is my job."

She gently petted his soft little cock, and Harold shuddered violently. Again he kept his eyes tightly closed, probably so he wouldn't have to witness his own embarrassment By now Lynn was determined to give him the time of his life.

"Relax, Harold," she said softly. "This is going to feel good-very very good. I know you'll enjoy it."

She curled her warm soft fingers around his tiny limp dick and began to pump it gently but teasingly, pulling the loose skin right up to the red head, then releasing it. She slipped her other hand under his tiny pink balls, cupped them, and began to squeeze them rhythmically.

Harold sighed deeply, and a faint smile came over his homely face.

Lynn was pleased. At last she was giving him some pleasure. She pumped his tiny soft prick faster, applying more pressure, and she squeezed his red nuts more quickly. Harold began to pant.

"Oh, wow," he gasped. "Oh, golly."

He seemed to be enjoying her naughty massage a great deal, but he didn't get a hard-on. Lynn pumped and pumped, to no avail. Finally she said, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, Harold?"

"Y-Yessss," he said. "If you wouldn't mind, Lynn, I'd like you to take off your clothes and get on the table with me.

Lynn was surprised. That was a very daring suggestion, coming from Harold. "Of course, Harold," she said. "Anything you want."

She quickly took off her clothes and got up on the table. Assuming he wanted to fuck her, like Tony had done, she straddled his skinny hips. But Harold shook his head.

"No, no, Lynn," he said, shaking with excitement. "Turn the other way. Turn around."

Lynn raised her eyebrows. She couldn't imagine why he wanted her to sit that way, but she obeyed. The customer must be satisfied, no matter what crazy thing he wanted. She reversed her position on the table, her raised butt practically in Harold's face.

"Like this, Harold?" she said.

"Y-Yes," he sighed. "That's perfect. Now just go on massaging me, Lynn."

Once more she picked up his limp little prick and flaccid nuts and applied her mischievous massage. She felt a little embarrassed, knowing her naked pussy was open and exposed to Harold's gawking eyes. She wondered what kind of kick he got out of that.

She soon found out.

A dizzyingly pleasurable sensation ripped through her body as she felt something wet and slick snaking through the plump, sensitive folds of her pussy. The moist silky thing tickled into her cunt and out again, teased the hot little nub of her clit. My God, she'd never felt anything so good…

Then she realized that Harold was licking her pussy!

Lynn's head spun with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, she felt pussy-eating was dirty and degenerate. She'd read about it and shuddered, and it was one thing she'd never thought of asking Bill to do. Oral sex seemed so wicked to her.

On the other hand, it felt great. As Harold's big wet tongue flicked teasingly over her ever-horny little clit, circled and caressed the wet mouth of her cunt, and snaked deliciously into the plump pink folds of her pussy-lips, she could hardly keep from squealing with pleasure.

Well, hell, the customer is always right. She certainly wasn't going to protest.

Harold planted his mouth on the tiny red button of her clit and began to suck it, fast and noisily.

"Ooohhh!" cried Lynn.

Damn, that felt great. She'd never felt anything so good in her life. Maybe oral sex was a little kinky, but it sure got a girl hot. She purred, sighed, and wantonly thrust her shapely ass closer to Harold's flushed face. He sucked harder and faster on her clit, and she felt dizzy with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh, Harold," she crooned, "that's soooooo good…"

Harold didn't answer. He just went on sucking her little hot joy-button. The noise was lewdly wet and loud. Lynn went on pumping his soft little prick and balls, but she found it very hard to concentrate on her work. Harold used his tongue to fickle the raw tip of her clit, and she moaned hoarsely and creamed a great burst of pussy-juice that soaked his face.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she wailed, "sooooo nice!"

Still he wasn't getting a hard-on. Lynn wondered what it would take, what kinky act had to be performed before Harold could get a stiff dick. She continued pumping his cock diligently, with no results. It was harder and harder to concentrate.

Harold popped. his wet lips off her clit, leaving the red organ stiff and hot and throbbing. Lynn felt his thick wet tongue sneaking lower between her thighs, into the swollen wet lips of her pussy. He began to suck her there.