Don't Stand Up Your Masseuse

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He was late, again. Owen had slept in and missed his train, and he knew he was in for it when he got to the studio. This was the second time this month he'd been late for an appointment with Evie, and she was going to be none too pleased with him. The last time he had been 20 minutes late for his massage, and it felt like she had pressed even harder on him than usual as if it were some sort of punishment. He also could've swore there was a slight devilish glint in her eye after she finished, as if she got off on all of his grunting and groaning.

Today, by the time his train had arrived, he had missed the appointment entirely. Evie's massage studio was only open for 5 more minutes, but Owen figured that since he had come this far, he should at least go inside and apologize in person. As he entered, he noticed Evie sitting behind the front desk. She glanced up as the door opened, and a smirk broke across her lips. She looked as beautiful as ever, her freckled complexion surrounding a pair of deep brown eyes that you could sink right into.

"Well well Owen, you decided to show up after all," she said through a smile, glancing at the time.

"Yeah I'm really sorry, I slept in and then the train was late, I was - "

"Don't worry, I can still take care of you," she cut him off, with a dark tinge to the last few words. "Follow me." Her instruction was in a slightly demanding tone. Getting up from the desk, she made her way to the room.

Owen followed her through the office, and couldn't help but admire her figure. Her fit thighs and ass moved almost hypnotically as she walked. He couldn't help but sense a strange energy about the whole situation. He wondered why she seemed so fine with him being late, as she was absolutely someone who did not like to be kept waiting.

Owen was laid out on his stomach, face down on the massage table as Evie entered. "Are you comfortable?" she said in a soft voice, as she lightly trailed her fingers up his back. "Just relax, we are going to relieve all this tension that has been building, don't you think it's about time?"

"Ah yes please, my back has been killing me!" Owen said as he eased into the cushion, clearly enjoying what she was doing.

"Mmm, don't worry, I'll take care of you." Evie's voice darkened, as she put her long brown hair into a bob, and pressed her hands commandingly into his skin. She continued to massage his shoulders and back, bringing him to an almost trance like state of relaxation. She slid her hands down his shoulder and, one at a time, stealthily began tying his hands to the table. Before he realized what was going on, it was already too late. He opened his mouth to protest, but she brought a finger over his lips to shush him as she climbed onto the table, and sank her body on top of his, nuzzling in close.

"Shhh now", she purred, kissing his shoulder. "You've been a very naughty boy, keeping me waiting twice now, and tempting me week after week. It's time for me to teach a lesson you most certainly won't forget." She whispered this right into his ear, sending a chill down his spine. Yet, he didn't feel alarmed or uncomfortable. Owen felt completely at ease as Evie pressed her body into his. He could feel her nipples growing hard as they pressed into his back, mirroring his own hardness growing, pressing against the table.

She slid down his body and put her fingers under the waist of his boxers and began to slide them off. He didn't object, and even used his feet to help remove them. He'd almost forgotten he had been tied down at the wrists, and his predicament was becoming more apparent to him, that he was so dangerously exposed.

Evie wrapped her fingers under his hips and lifted them, pushing his ass up into the air, while also freeing his ever growing cock, which now hung between his legs. She tied his ankles to the table as well, leaving him completely at her mercy. She grazed her nails down his ass cheek and thigh before running her fingers over his cock, causing him to moan gently.

"Mmmm, you like that? I can tell it wants to be touched very badly." She began to stroke it gently as the head expanded, leaking with precum onto the cushion below. "My my, what a messy boy you are," her tone growing ever more devilish. She stroked him up and down until he felt like he was about to burst, only to stop.

"Ah don't forget I'm here to teach you a lesson," she said through a laugh, "and it's only just beginning."

Her hand came down hard on his ass, leaving a sharp sting. She ran her fingertips over the mark, admiring her handiwork, only to come down hard with another and another. He quivered with each blow, biting the cushion to stop himself from moaning. His muffled whimpers only seemed to fuel her frenzy, as she began to scratch and bite him all over, everywhere her devilish hands could reach.

"You're doing so well my darling, but we're about to reach the hardest part." She grinned, and stroked her tongue wide and flat over his cock and balls, hungrily licking him and making a mess. She pressed her tongue firmly under his balls, causing him to jolt, and slowly dragged it up to his opening. It danced around lightly before forcing its way inside, as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes went wide at the intrusion, and he tried to squirm forward to escape the strange sensation, but her hands dug into his hips and held him in place. He really was completely at her mercy as she ravaged him.

As he got used to the feeling, it began to feel better and better until pre cum was practically drooling out of his cock. His body began to relax, and Evie knew it was time. She lubed up a long, slender toy, and slid it into his opening, holding his hips steady as he tried to get away. He let out a loud moan as the toy penetrated him in a way he had never felt. Such a strangely filling sensation, as the toy found his spot. She circled it around, exploring inside him, watching eagerly as he quivered beneath her. She buried it deep within him, and moved to whisper in his ear. "Now I've made you all mine, Owen. And I want to hear you say it. Tell me who you belong to, and that you've learned your lesson."

"I belong to you, Evie, and yes I've learned it so very well!"

"That's a good boy," she whispered, biting his ear. "Now, it's my turn." Her hands caressed his body before untying him. "Now roll onto your back. I'm not quite done with you yet, darling."

Owen complied, gasping for breath and wondering what else she could have in store for him. Though his hands and feet had been freed, he remained on the table, the voice in his head that wanted to leave had got quieter and quieter. His cock stood straight up, so thick and full, betraying his excitement. He realized he was enjoying himself, enjoying being all hers, slipping more and more under her spell.

Evie bit her lip, still admiring her prey, before she climbed on top of the table, straddling his face. "Do you like what you see?" She asked, her pussy soaking wet and swollen, her hips swaying back and forth as she taunted him.

Owen's eyes widened. It was clear what she intended of him, her lips were almost hypnotic, as if his mouth was being pulled towards them. A drip of her excitement landed on his lips, which he eagerly licked up. But before he could give an answer, she lowered her hips down, smothering him with her pussy. The wetness surrounded his mouth, and the soft flesh felt so good he couldn't help but start running his tongue over her clit. Maybe I can give her a taste of her own medicine, he thought.

Evie bit her lip and arched her back, a wave of heat rushed through her at the sensation of his mouth on her. He began to eat her out so hungrily devouring her juicy lips as though he hadn't eaten in days. His hands reached up for her, sliding around her waist. She took hold of them and guided them to her breasts, which he played with eagerly.

"Mmmmm thats a good boy, I'm going to come all over that handsome face of yours," she moaned, grinding her hips back and forth and pressing into him, losing any regard for his comfort. "But like I said, I'm not finished with you yet."

She reached her hands down and began to stroke his shaft, eliciting a moan from him which vibrated against her pussy. She wrapped her fingers around his messy head, caressing it up and down, while her other hand played with his balls. His hips began to thrust up and down as he got closer. Evie sped up her motions, getting more moans into her lips in return. "Are you getting close?" she asked innocently.

Mhmmm, Owen moaned into her.

"Well too bad" she laughed, "You are not allowed to cum unless I say so, is that understood?" And with that she stopped, right as Owen was on the edge, causing him to moan frustratedly into her. This tipped Evie over the edge, and she tensed up as the orgasmic rush ran through her. She twitched and let out a loud moan, grinding her hips in circles around his exhausted mouth as he desperately tried to keep up. She relented slightly, giving him a break. But as she pulled away, Owen's tongue followed her hungrily, now tracing gently over her sensitive, soaked lips. "Ahhh you are such a good plaything... I might just let you cum, but not today. Your lesson is not over."

She brought him to the edge again, this time using her mouth, massaging his head with her tongue and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. When it was clear he was about to tip over, she stopped, and began biting him around his waist to cool him down. He gasped and moaned, his hips bucking in frustration, as she ruined another orgasm, his cum pouring out of his helpless cock, as she laughed devilishly and continued to bite him, sliding her fingers to his nipples to give them a pinch.

She slid off of him, and guided him to his feet. She embraced him, scratching her nails down his back and looked deep into the eyes of her conquest. She kissed his chest, grazing her teeth over his nipple.

"I was going to let you go" she said, grinding her hips against his thigh, and running her hands along his still hard and frustrated cock, "but now I want you to fuck me."

She turned around, showing off her round, muscular ass. "Fuck me until I come again," she demanded, wrapping her fingers around his balls, "but if you cum first, you are in big trouble."

Owen wasn't concerned with this warning. Overcome with lust, he pressed her against the wall and slid his long hard cock all the way into her pussy. He felt her muscles relax as she accepted his length, only to tighten around him again as if to remind him who was in charge. He began to thrust, gently at first, as she turned to kiss him. "That's it, my plaything. Fuck, your cock feels so good!"

Her knees buckled as he picked up the pace, slapping his hips into her ass as he began to pound her tight pussy. They moaned together in such rapture at the sensation. He took hold of her hands, stretching them above her head in a V, and pressing them into the wall, as his cock speared deep within her, pinning her hips to the wall with each thrust.

"My you are...still...a...naughty...boy," she panted, feeling the wave of another orgasm coming, "this will....not be your.... last lesson."

As his tip pressed deep inside, right into the perfect spot, Owen was trying so hard to hold back his orgasm. He could see the heat building within Evie, all her twitching and moaning only turning driving him closer to the edge. All he wanted was to keep fucking her until he burst his thick and messy load inside her. But he was overcome with a desire to please his new... mistress.

The thought of her pleasure was strangely fulfilling, and he managed to hold back as she came, pressing her hips back into his, and grinding up and down gently, as he continued to thrust with long, slow strokes. But he could see she was greedy. She reached her hand around and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. "Did I tell you to slow down?" she asked, sternly.

His reprieve was over, and Owen picked up the pace again. But just as Evie was about to enter the throes of another orgasm, he pulled out. It had all been too much, and he did not want to disappoint her.

The disappearance of his filling cock surprised Evie at the worst possible time, and she turned around with a hungry look on her face, only to see his cock leaking more cum from another ruined orgasm. She kneeled down, licking it off of his cock before slapping his balls a few times.

"My my, such a bad plaything to leave me like that," she said with that innocent tone, yet her devilish glare gave away her intent. She looked at the time, however, and realized that was enough for one day.

She stood up and kissed him long and deeply, biting his lip hard as she pulled away. Her hand gripped his balls and shaft firmly in one hand, and she gave him a stern warning. "I'm letting you off easy this time, but I'll see you next week. And we're going to pick up right where we left off."

Evie grazed her nail sharply over his chest and shoulder as she walked past him, through the door. As it closed behind her, Owen was overcome with a strange mix of feelings. Nervous for what was to come, but aroused in a way he'd never felt before...