Sexercise

"Save some for the girls!" Jane warned her, looking back as she devoured my prick. "After all, we did promise them!" she added.

"Fuckth Thane, ith zit aawaze like thith?" I asked her with my tongue deeply embedded inside her pink delicious split.

"Almost," she said grinning. "Are you up for this?" she asked semi-seriously.

"Oh yeah, he's up!" Candy giggled around my prick.

"Let's hope so," Jane moaned as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Theresa and Angelina can be quite a handful you know!"

"I remember!" Candy said with an edge of awe in her voice. "Oh Brad, I almost wish I could be there to see it when you're with them," she sighed wishfully.

I never heard her say that however, at the moment Jane was screaming at the top of her lungs, some of her pussy juice running down the side of my face, clogging one ear as I leaned forward in an effort to fully swallow her clit.

Too tender to allow me to continue, Jane finally forced me away with her hands. "Enough! Fuck...enough!" she said shaking and quivering. "Oh my gawd Candy, how can you stand living with this man? I wouldn't be able to even walk if I did!" she exclaimed laughingly.

"Why do you think I sometimes have to call in announcing I'm going to be late?" Candy replied. "It's because I can't walk, let alone try and drive the car. I'd be apt to lose control and run over somebody!"

"Oh my...look at the time!" Jane said worriedly. "They should be here any moment now, and you need to go and reopen the shop! Turning towards me, Jane's look became serious, business-like once again. "Brad? You'll find a short terry-cloth robe in the bathroom. Why don't you take a shower, freshen up a little, and then come find us. By then the girls should be here, and I want to personally introduce you to them. Oh, and by the way? That robe? From now on, that's all you need to worry about wearing to work from now on, ok?"

I merely smiled. I was really going to enjoy this new job!

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By the time I had cleaned up and put on my new robe, Angelina had arrived. Jane introduced me to her, telling me that she was their 'Massage Specialist'. She went on to further explain that Angelina had a very specific clientele that she catered to, one of which being Theresa.

I learned shortly after meeting her that she was known for giving what Jane had called very 'vigorous' massages. Only working two or three days a week, she made enough money off those few massage sessions to meet her needs. Angelina had a look about her that was dark and mysterious. She had brown-black hair with deep red highlights that gave her a fiery look. Her eyes were nearly the same color as her hair, and when she looked at you, one immediately felt like all you wanted to do was kneel before her and answer "Yes mistress!"

"Theresa should be here momentarily," Jane told her.

"I'll get the room ready," Angelina answered. "Brad? You will come with me and do exactly what I tell you to do," she stated firmly.

I followed her down the hallway to her massage studio. It was totally different than the one I had gone into with Barbara. Unlocking the door with her own key, Angelina led me inside, pointing towards a rich comfortable looking chair.

"You will sit there and remain quiet unless I tell you otherwise," she instructed. "Soon you will meet Theresa, and as you will see, she is a very special woman. At times, she has brought strangers in off the street with her having them simply sit where you are and watch the massage session. She is quite the exhibitionist, and enjoys having either men or women look on while enjoying her pleasures. For those she convinces to accompany her, they do not leave disappointed!"

If I thought I was nervous earlier, I was downright scared at this moment. Too embarrassed to even part my robe to see if I still had a dick, I worried for the first time since my arrival that I'd even be able to get it up the more Angelina spoke of Theresa's unique sexual needs.

"She likes it rough, and she likes an audience," Angelina continued. "But most importantly of all. Unless you are specifically invited to participate, when she decides you are...or aren't, you will say and do nothing otherwise. Do we understand one another?"

As firm as Angelina was being with me, I couldn't help but wonder what Theresa was going to be like.

Eerily, Angelina had just finished putting on clean black sheets on the massage table having also lit several candles, the only source of light, as well as some incense that immediately added to the intense atmosphere within the room. I waited like a man about to be executed, and wondered briefly if in fact I wasn't about to be.

"She's here," Angelina said looking up as though sensing her arrival. I glanced towards the door thinking she'd entered and I'd some how missed it. Long moments later, the door opened and in walked the most amazing looking woman I had ever seen before in my entire life!

For starters she was very tall for a woman, easily reaching six feet. But it was her coal black hair that caught my attention when she entered the room. Caressing her ankles as she walked, she reminded me a little of 'Cher' though the resemblance ended there. Her skin was coppery colored reminding me of thick rich molasses; her eyes were large, round and cobalt blue in color. Barely acknowledging my presence when she entered with no more than a brief glance in my direction, she immediately began to disrobe. As she did, the only word that came to mind was pure and utter perfection.

I'd never seen skin so smooth, or glisten as naturally as hers did. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a shower, or had arrived from just participating in a 'Crisco' party. Her sex was shaven bare, hinting at only God knows what that lay beneath. Her ass was tight, firm and well muscled. For the first time in my life, all I could think about was fucking it. Something I had never done or experienced before.

"Welcome Mistress," Angelina stated.

Once again, I was taken aback. As tough as I'd thought Angelina to be, Theresa was head and shoulders above that in the raw sensuality she exuded without so much as uttering a single word. Everything she said, she did so with her eyes. Gazing towards Angelina, and then taking in the room ensuring all was as it should be, only then did she turn towards me once again.

"I assume you are Brad?" she asked.

I caught a stern look behind her from Angelina as she glared at me. Almost telepathically I realized the response that was expected.

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

I caught two smiles, one from Angelina that confirmed I'd answered correctly, the other from Theresa, though I wasn't sure at first that it even was a smile. Only the corner of her lip seemed to arch upwards slightly indicating it was. But with a brief nod of her head in accompanying that, I knew that it had been.

Theresa didn't simply crawl up to the table; she seemed to flow onto it like water poured from a pitcher. Facing me from the side, Theresa's long voluptuous body caressed the very table she was lying on. Head down, she opened one eye fixing it firmly on me as Angelina went to work massaging her back. I noticed as she did, there was nothing soothing about her technique either. Digging into her flesh, it looked almost painful to me as I swore the tips of Angelina's fingers disappeared deep into Theresa's flesh.

That eye kept me paralyzed, but in a good way, as she laid there just looking at me causing my prick to harden intolerably. I didn't dare shift as I sat, knowing even as I did that my cock was already worming its way through the opening in my robe like a flower blooming, reaching towards sunlight.

The intensity of the moment was bad enough as I didn't know how to react to anything I was witnessing. But when she slowly ran her tongue, wetting her lips all the while that eye kept staring at me, I thought for a second I would experience an involuntary ejaculation.

Off balance, more than I had ever been, she confused me further by raising herself up just long enough to allow those delicately chiseled breasts to hang freely for a moment before turning her head away from me, lying face down once again.

As Angelina carefully draped Theresa's long mane of hair off to one side, she motioned for me to stand.

"She wants to feel your hard prick touching her body," she informed me.

I had heard no conversation taking place between them. Whatever form of communication they were using was one they'd obviously established a long time ago merely through the subtle changes in her movement perhaps. Obediently, I stood allowing the robe to fall away from me completely. Angelina nodded her head in approval as I approached the massage table.

"Do not touch her face with your prick," she cautioned. "That is for her to decide," she added.

Cautiously, even reverently, I moved towards the massage table. Looking at her, I couldn't even see the subtle movement of breath as she took it. As delicately as I could, I placed my prick along the side of her back, slowly moving it down from her shoulder towards her buttocks. When I arrived just where the soft gentle slope of her ass rose, Angelina's hand came crashing down upon the opposite ass-cheek with a resounding "SLAP!" Shocked, I looked towards her, but by the look in her eye, I knew I was being told to mind my own business and continue to caress her with my penis. I moved along side her again, by this time my cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum that Angelina quickly captured with her hands following along behind me, using it to massage into Theresa's already tender skin.

When I reached her shoulder, Angelina had moved back behind her, working her thighs in anticipation of my arrival near her reddened ass. Once again just before my prick touched the firm surface of her buttocks, Angelina's hand came crashing down in an even harder slap that before, followed quickly by another in rapid succession.

"SMACK! SMACK!"

Theresa groaned, as did I.

I'd begun to move when Theresa once again lifted herself up. Angelina cautioned me to come around to the other side. I did so as Theresa lifted her long mane of hair, covering her face so that I could not see her expression as we exchanged places. Repeating the process exactly as it had been done before, after three specific hard slaps on that lovely ass had been administered, I wondered briefly what I was expected to do next. Angelina obviously knew however. She reached beneath Theresa, expecting from what I assumed to perform some sort of caressing touch to her pussy. By the look on her face however, some secret hidden signal that I did not see caused the stoic Angelina to look at me curiously, surprise clearly etched within her face.

"Come, stand beside me," she instructed in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Taking my hand, she used both of hers by way of explanation. Spreading my fingers a part, she placed the tip of my index finger just inside the moist opening of Theresa's quim. Placing my middle finger at the opening of her ass, she pressed my hand cautiously against her, forcing the barest of penetrations in both openings. Only then did I feel Theresa move, though it wasn't with her body that she did. As though being fed by a pair of hungry sucking mouths, I felt both fingers slowly being gobbled up inside her as they began to slip smoothly, albeit slowly inch by inch as her pussy clenched, opened, and clenched again around my finger drawing it in. Likewise, her ass welcomed the intrusion into that private opening until I had buried both fingers as deeply as I could simultaneously into each.

The sensation was unbelievable! Her pussy was as liquid as wet sticky honey, clinging to my fingers ravenously. Her tight clenching ass just as wet, just as hungry around my middle finger as Angelina finally nodded her head towards me, motioning for me to begin the slow tantalizing finger-fuck of Theresa's inner reachings.

For long languid minutes I stood beside her, easing my fingers in and out of those incredibly warm, wet orifices. Hearing her barely audible moans of pleasure was the only measure that told me what I was doing was having the desired affect on her. The surprised I had seen in Angelina's face was still there as I manipulated Theresa's pussy and as though I'd been doing this all my life, instead of the first time I had ever performed such an act for anyone.

When she came, it was silently. Had it not been for the obvious additional flow of juices leaking out and around my fingers, I honestly wouldn't have known. With a suddenness that took me by surprise, she somehow expelled both fingers from inside her, slipping out with a popping sound that almost humorously embarrassed me rather than her as one might have expected.

One again flowing like water upon the table, she rolled, sitting up. With her hair still partially covering her face, I saw one of her hands suddenly emerge through the thick entanglement of her locks, clasping my prick within her strong firm hand. Glancing towards Angelina for some sort of direction, the look on her face was confused, almost hurting as Theresa drew me even closer towards her.

When Theresa began wrapping long separated strands of her hair around my prick I thought I would die! She caressed me briefly in this fashion, using her hair to further stimulate me, though at the moment, I felt my knees beginning to buckle, wondering if in fact I would be able to continue standing. When she finished wrapping my cock as though having prepared some sort of exotic delicacy to be eaten, she began moving her head backwards, the hair she'd so carefully woven about my member suddenly undoing itself in a methodical tease that threatened to yank the cum from my balls.

It was a pleasured pain that I experienced. So soft was the caress of her hair upon me, yet the tightness of it as it pulled along the length of my skin felt like rope, not quite burning the flesh, but fractioning it just to the point of pleasured agony.

"Fuck me," she said almost too softly. They were the first words since having spoken my name that I had heard come out of her mouth.

Slipping off the table, she turned facing it, presenting her tight firm ass towards me. Reaching behind herself, she spread the delicate pink opening of her ass for me to gaze at.

"Fuck my ass," she near whispered once again. "Angelina? You may lick my cunt!" she stated in a much firmer tone of voice.

Happily, Angelina scrambled down onto the floor between us, forcing me to straddle her as I bent to place the tip of my more than aroused cock at the tiny puckered opening that awaited me.

"Do NOT be timid," she spoke. "Fuck me, and fuck me hard until I say otherwise."

I didn't exactly ram my prick inside her ass, but as the head of my cock slipped through the tiny outer ring of her asshole, I continued onward with the press of my prick as it invaded the deepest recess of her anus.

Below, the sound of Angelina's mouth hungrily working away at Theresa's pussy added to the obscene thrill my mind was trying to comprehend. I felt the touch of one of Angelina's fingers as it pressed against my slowly thrusting cock, separated by the thinnest of membranes as her finger fucked Theresa's pussy, and my prick as it violated her ass.

"Harder!" she commanded.

Now I did begin ramming my cock inside her, pummeling her ass as quickly as it was possible for me to do. I could feel the fuck-butter churning, warning me well ahead of time of the eruption I would all too soon produce if we continued on at this pace.

Straining with the intense effort, I fought against the release that threatened to take away my sanity, the tightness of her ass clenching and unclenching with each and every thrust of my prick inside her.

Seconds later, I felt the moisture from her cunt exploding, drenching Angelina's face as she continued licking her sweet slit. Unlike before, this time she screamed in a wail that caught me momentarily off guard.

"Fill my ass with your cum!" she demanded. And as if on cue, I felt the head of my prick mushroom into orgasm, ribbon after ribbon of my spunk flooding the insides of her ass until having no place to go, it began backwashing itself out of her opening, spraying backwards matting itself in my own pubic hair as I emptied what was left of my climax inside her.

With a "plop", she expelled my prick even more easily than she had my fingers. Almost immediately, Angelina crawled from beneath her looking up expectantly.

"Clean him," Theresa told her.

Angelina smiled beatifically, looking towards me. I'd assumed from the obvious command that she had sent her for towels and soap perhaps. Instead, Angelina all but crawled towards me, lifting my cock as though it were some sort of fragile piece of art before wrapping her lips about its semi-flaccid length. Sucking the essence of my spending, which remained still coating my prick, Angelina bathed it with her mouth ensuring that each and every drop of my orgasm was removed. Only then did she present it for Theresa's inspection.

Satisfied, Theresa held out her hands towards me. "Come, lay upon the table," she spoke softly to me once again.

As I lay on the table face up, Theresa moved to one side, Angelina to the other. In a perfectly choreographed caress, long practiced by what I began to feel, the two women began to run their hands over my body, purposely avoiding my groin, though they came dangerously close to actually touching my now very limp prick. As the sensation of their hands upon me turned more and more needful, so did the same feeling begin to register inside my cock as it almost magically began to rise with renewed desire and arousal.

"He is ready Mistress," Angelina announced moments later.

This time she mounted me from above, straddling my cock with a quickness that took my breath away. Blanketed within her hair as it cascaded over me like a waterfall, I felt momentarily as though I really were drowning. The silkiness of her pussy enveloped me, devouring me in a series of explosive quick strokes that had her shuddering in ecstasy long before I was even aware it was happening. I could feel Angelina's soft hands kneading my balls, then the press of her delicate finger probing my ass. As she slipped her finger fully inside me, Theresa slid off my prick, turning immediately to place her exquisite lips around the head of my prick. As Angelina's fingers did things to my ass I'd never felt or experienced before, Theresa's mouth sought to tear the skin from my member as her teeth grazed my shaft with each upward pull from her mouth.

The scream I began hearing, was my own. Though I had only moments ago poured myself inside her, I found myself again succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure of both women's administrations upon me. As whatever cum I had remaining jettisoned into her mouth, I felt Theresa taking all of it, though not swallowing until fully spent, she released me. Dutifully, Angelina cocked her head, lying it down next to me, mouth open. I watched through dazed eyes as Theresa slowly, purposely allowed the nectar from my prick to ooze from her lips, dropping down into the opening of Angelina's mouth. It reminded me briefly of a mother hawk feeding her young.

The sight of which was bizarre, certainly vulgar and obscene, yet would for me become the most erotic moment that I would ever remember experiencing for the rest of my entire life.

When it was all over, Theresa dressed as silently as she had undressed. Opening the door, she turned one last time to look in my direction as I remained glued, unable to move from atop of the table.

"Next week, bring a friend. But only to watch us," she said simply. Then turned and disappeared.

I looked towards Angelina.

"You are most favored," she stated in more than a degree of jealousy. "Do not jerk off or have intercourse the day before our next appointment," she admonished me. "She will want more of you the next time," she warned me.