R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

The very next day Terry was prepared to handle her first customer. Frances Iden had fitted her out in the customary skimpy bra, and hot pants. She glanced at herself in the mirror, as she prepared to take on her first customer, and she gave herself an approving note, breathing softly. "Not bad – not bad, at all!"

And then, her first customer entered. He was a husky blond man, with curly blond hair intense blue eyes, and with a wry smile he asked. "You, Terry?"

"Yes," she smiled.

"Well, I'm here to get a body shampoo and a massage," he grinned good-naturedly.

"Alright," Terry smiled, leading him past the massage table, and opening the small louver door that opened to the tile shower.

"Come in here," she said, and then reaching for a bottle of shampoo, she promptly began pouring it on him.

"That feels good," he grinned at her.

"Get you real clean," she nodded. "Alright, now – you're ready…"

"You didn't apply it all over," he informed her. "I'll turn around and you can rub it over my back and over my butt."

Terry did as she was told, and then, adjusting the shower to a comfortable temperature, she gestured, "There it is – all ready!" He stepped into the shower, and it didn't take long for the bubbly, soapy shampoo to cleanse his body. But all the time the water was playing across his body, he was looking at her with hot desire burning in his loins.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he smiled.

"Yes," Terry nodded, "but I think I'm just as good at giving a massage as some of the old ones are, I'll tell you that…"

"Good," the virile young blond man smiled, his penis suddenly lengthening as he looked at her, and then she broke his concentrated glance by reminding him, "You are here to get a massage – aren't you?"

"Oh, yes – yes," he laughed, a bit embarrassed that he hadn't tried to conceal his attraction. He lay on his stomach, and turning back to her smiled, "I'm ready…"

"Alright," she nodded, and her hands began sliding over his back ever so smoothly. Using some of the body massage oil, she found it easy. Focusing her fingers on the spine she tried to rub deeply at the spinal nerve centers, and as she did so, it caused her husky male patient to comment, "You know something, you're very good at this – you really are!"

"Thank you," she said, and went on rubbing. Finishing the deep massage on his spines, she moved down to his buttocks. Gripping the flesh, she began kneading it just as Laura had explained to her. Then, she let her hand slip between the crack in his behind and he told her quietly, "I'm enjoying this – yes – yes, this feels fantastic!"

She sensed that directly behind has balls, around the prostate, he was finding it particularly pleasurable. By pressing down hard she was managing to achieve quite a bit of success.

"Ohh, do I like that you've got a great touch," he told her. "Yes – that feels fantastic – say, maybe you could do some other things for me…"

"You know the regular price," she reminded him, "and just the body shampoo and massage are included in the ten dollar massage."

"There's twenty more in it for yoo, if you'll do what I want you to," he smiled.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to undress and get up here with me," he informed her.

"Alright," she agreed, "but don't forget the extra twenty…"

"I never do," he assured her, and instantly she realized he was a regular customer, and that the place was no more than a flimsy front for selling sex.

Terry took her time stepping out of her hot pants, and she removed her bra last. All the time the blond male was watching her closely.

"Oh, you look great – a real beauty – say, make sure that door is locked…"

Returning to the door Terry tried the lock again. It held fast. "I check this the moment a man enters the room," she smiled. Then, going back to the massage table she asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"That's what I like," he grinned excitedly.

"What is what you like?"

"You're asking me?" he explained. "A lot of these know it – all dames try to tell the man what they'll do. You didn't put it that way at all. You told no what you would do – anything I want…"

Not wanting to disappoint or disillusion him, Terry nodded, "As you like it…"

Then he got down to business. "Well, the first thing I want, honey, is to feel those juicy knockers brushing against my butt. I know that would be nice and stimulating."

Terry went over to the table, got up on it, and let her generous-size breasts brush across him there. He became immediately excited.

"Ohh, does that ever feel good to me," he panted. "Ahhh, yes – yes…"

She noticed he was pushing his behind up, and wiggling his buttocks all over the place. She liked the idea of him pushing up to her, as she pushed down to him. The double action of buttock wiggling, and breasts brushing created erotic excitement for both of them.

"Now, honey – use your tongue…"

She began licking on his back, and continued the breast brushing, but the man knew what he wanted, and explained, "I mean on my buttock, my ass."

This was a long distance from massage, but Terry realized now that anything goes, and she knew it wouldn't be fair to cheat him out of the stimulation he had every right to expect.

"Alright," she agreed, and she moved farther down his body. And his ass arched up, and his hands went back, as he spread the cheeks in open invitation for her tongue to commence it's lovemaking at his anus.

Closing her eyes, Terry let her tongue slide out, and she started licking the inner walls of his buttocks. This was what the blond man required to complete his erotic excitement.

"Oh, yes, honey – that's what I like – your sweet tongue licking on my sweet asshole."

Now, the disdain she had originally felt for licking out his asshole vanished, and she suddenly found herself enjoying it. She liked the anonymous factor. This was a man she'd never seen before, would probably never see again. He only knew her first name and she didn't know his name at all. A nameless asshole, a nameless tongue, connecting in a most intimate of genital relationships, and yet a very meaningful one. One in which every part of the body was accepted, loved, kissed, licked, petted. A surge of delight, and joy-welled within her, and she vowed she'd give this man the most fantastic love making he'd ever, had in his whole life.

"Oh, wow," he exclaimed, as the realization that this woman was on fire with her tongue, passionately licking, lashing, stimulating him there. His behind wiggled in response to the pleasure he felt going through his body, and she intensified her tongue manifestations of sexual excitement.

"You like this, huh?" he smiled. "Got a nice ass – ohhh, baby – this is beautiful – beautiful!"

Terry's tongue slid up there smoothly, and he held his ass cheeks apart for her, making it easy for her tongue to slide up there, and love.

"Yes! Yes! Faster! Ohhh – just like that! I'm flipping out, baby. Ohhhhh – ahhhhh, that's it. Slide that tongue up there honey! Suck it! Suck it!"

It wasn't taking him long to discover just how much this new girl was enjoying eating his asshole out. He knew he'd give her more than twenty for action like this. But now wasn't the time to tell her. He was just glad that Terry's tongue was on fire for his hot asshole, as she jabbed it up there savagely.

"Lick it," he cried excitedly. "Lick my asshole out – ahhh, ohhhh – yes – yes, baby, lick that asshole!"

Terry was swiftly discovering that as she would enjoy it more when her tongue slid up there, that he'd arch up all the more, allowing her easy access.

"How's that? Can you get way up there?" he delighted in the erotic sight of her face being buried in his behind. He liked the idea that he had a woman who'd do him with enthusiasm, and not this half-hearted mechanical-sex. He'd had enough mechanical-sex for a lifetime.