The Masseuse

Kelly stood up, stepped away from the table, and walked gracefully but rigidly out of the room and into the break room.

"I've never felt more like a whore that I do right now," she exclaimed to Ellen. She could see the steam coming from the sink as Ellen scrubbed her hands in the hottest water that she could stand.

"Well, you're a masseuse in a spa that's well known as being a rub and tug. You technically are a whore. What makes today any different than any other day?" Ellen asked, turning around to face Kelly. Ellen was drying her hands and applying lotion to prevent the hot water from drying out the skin of her soft hands. Ellen was a small, lean Chinese lady with a runner's body, and she took very good care of herself. When she wasn't at the massage parlor, she spent most of her time in the gym, running races or doing yoga. She was wearing purple yoga pants and a purple spandex top to match. The yoga pants showed off how muscular her legs were, and Kelly couldn't help but stare at how flattering the pants were to her bottom. The top showed just enough of her flat stomach to be sexy, but not enough to be inappropriate in public. Ellen's chest was also flat, and the top was thin and tight enough that all of the little curves of her ribs and muscles could be appreciated. The purple was beautiful against the golden brass color of her skin.

"I know I'm a whore in many people's minds. I was going through a bad time when I started this job and needed the money and I don't mind giving hand jobs to customers, not even the crude customers, but this guy is usually very different."

"How is he different? He's a pervert that comes in for a hand job. Please don't tell me that you think there's anything more to it than that."

"I know. I know," Kelly admitted. "But he is different. He is very kinky, but he's always been very respectful and affectionate with me. Today. Today, something was...was different."

"KINKY? Kinky? What are you doing during these massages that is kinky? This isn't a whorehouse; this is a licensed spa. There shouldn't be anything beyond massages and a hand job to keep them coming back!"

"I'm not having sex with the guy, I don't want you to think that, but things have progressed beyond simply jerking him off," Kelly Explained.

"Go on," Ellen requested. She had laid down on the sofa in the break room and Kelly could see the strong outline of her pubic bone and the prettiest, most subtle camel toe through her tight pants. Kelly really enjoyed it when Ellen wore yoga pants to work. She wanted to pet Ellen's hard little body, wanted to caress her hard, bony little crotch and to pull her pants down and enjoy the feeling of Ellen's lips against her mouth. Kelly was starring and when Ellen realized, she rolled onto her side so that she was less on display.

"Well, when he first started coming in everything was OK, you know, normal. Well, normal like other customers. He wasn't rude or pushy, he just enjoyed his massage and when I asked if he wanted a massage 'there', he would say just say 'Yes, please' and let me do my job. He would always request me, and he started touching during the visits, just like all the customers do. Then he started asking if he could put his hands in my shirt and eventually, I just started doing topless massages for him. He was always nice, so I didn't mind letting him look and touch. There are a few customers that I do that for during the handy."

"Yeah, me too," chimed Ellen.

"Well after several months of visiting he asked me if he could cum on my tits, and I let him. After that every time he came in, he would ask to cum on me in a different place and for the past year, he's been coming in and halfway through his hour, he'll pull me onto the table with him and we lay there relaxing and petting each other. It was nice. I am always tired from work and working out, so it was nice to be able to lay down and relax. He would keep an eye on the time and when it was close to the end, he would draw circles on my skin where he wanted to cum and ask if he could cum on me there. It was usually on my chest, but occasionally it was on my back or ass, so I let him. Occasionally he would ask if he could cum on my face..."

"Oh no, tell me you didn't!" Ellen exclaimed.

"No no. He would ask, but I think he was just teasing to see if I would let him. Uhhh the last time he asked, I actually told him he could." Kelly admitted with a sheepish grin. "He didn't do it though. Like I said, he's always nice, very sweet guy. Just kinky. I wish that he would have. It's a turn on to have cum on my face. Oh actually, one time, let me tell you what he did. We were laying on the table petting, and he started getting really hard, harder than I've ever seen him and he was rubbing me and squeezing me harder than normal, but not bad. I was being a little rough with him too. I was slapping his cock and pulling the skin of his balls, so we were both feeling a little aggressive. When it came time for him to cum, he didn't ask if he could cum on me, he just stood up, pulled me to the edge of the table and started kissing me from head to toe. He didn't go down on me, but he opened my legs and was kissing my crotch, and I could hear him smelling my pussy. His hands were roaming all over me and I was about ready to cum, but he wouldn't actually lick me despite my moans. I could tell he was getting ready to cum from me toying with his cock and he got in position to unload on my chest. When he started cumming there was so much that it covered my chest and was dripping down my ribs, so I tried to catch it in my hands to keep the table cover clean. He pulled his cock out of my hand and started licking his load off my chest and tits. He was like a dog lapping up his own cum. When he noticed that I had a handful, he started licking my palms and sucking his jizz off my fingers. I was gasping in surprise and also gasping since it was such a turn on."

"If you enjoyed it, why do you feel bad about it now?" Ellen asked rolling onto her stomach, not thinking about how wonderful her bottom looked in her purple tights. Kelly's heartbeat raced for a second as Ellen wiggled to get comfortable on her stomach. Kelly lifted Ellen's feet and sat at the end of the couch, letting Ellen's feet rest in her lap.

"That wasn't today. That was months, maybe a year ago. For months, well over a year, things have been getting more and more kinky, but he was always nice. Always polite."

"Yeah, sounds like a perv for sure, what else happened?" Ellen rolled onto her back again so she could face Kelly, despite knowing that Kelly would be sneaking peeks at her crotch the whole time.

"So yeah, it's been like that for a while. He would occasionally bring little gifts like candy, a bottle of vodka, you know just little gifts. The first time he brought a present, he asked if he could keep my panties at the end of the session. I told him I didn't have extra, but he produced $20 so I let him have them. Since then, he's taken every pair of panties when he visits. He checked the size and bought some new panties and when he comes, he brings really nice panties and trades the new panties for the ones I'm wearing. If he would make an appointment a day in advance, I'd wear nicer cheap panties to trade for the name brand panties he brings, but he's always a walk-in. There are times when he gets stuck with older panties that are old and sweaty. From the look on his face, he likes those the best. And that's our routine. He comes in, pays for an hour massage, gets a 20-minute massage then we lay on the table teasing each other until he cums on me, takes my panties, kisses me goodbye and leaves."

"He KISSES YOU, Like ON THE MOUTH?!?!?" Ellen snapped. "That's a little much."

"Well, honestly, I am the one that started kissing him. He's so nice and he has always been so sweet to me. I started kissing him on the chest and cheek during the sessions and I impulsively kissed him on the mouth during a session once. He didn't really seem into it, but he went with it."

"You should stop. You should stop seeing him as a client. You should stop going to the lobby and let someone else screen customers or at least check the cameras," Ellen advised. Ellen was buffing her fingernails as she listened to the story. Her feet and calves were still in Kelly's lap. Kelly had rested one hand on Ellen's thighs and was playing with Ellen's toes with the other hand. She slipped Ellen's sandals off and set them on the floor and continued stroking her toes and continued her story.

"I admit, it is a little too intimate, but it doesn't seem dangerous. Even now, it doesn't feel dangerous. Once he did scare me a little bit when he put his hand on my throat like he was going to choke me, and I almost stopped him, but he never put any real pressure on me. He just held me while he kissed my chest and well, kissed everything. I think that was another one of those days where he was feeling aggressive. I think that was one of the times that he flipped me over, got on top of me and dry humped my ass until he blew his load on my back."

"Gross, you let a strange guy get away with a lot. Does he try to fuck you?" Ellen asked. She was keeping busy buffing her nails while listening to Kelly's story. She knew Kelly couldn't help but look at her crotch, so she kept her eyes on her nails to avoid an awkward situation. Her shirt had pulled up, showing more of her stomach and she'd bent one knee and tucked a foot under Kelly's leg trying to get comfortable. Kelly was maintaining her composure but was getting very excited from seeing Ellen's legs open to her and so close she could reach out and stroke Ellen's bean. She didn't know if she should try to touch Ellen or if she should just enjoy the innocence of being so close and not risk it.

"He doesn't try to penetrate me. He's asked before if he could 'be inside my mouth' and he's asked if he could 'cum in here' as he circled my crotch. I told him he could if he took care of me, but he never tried. One time, actually, he showed up with no appointment as usual, requested me as usual, and of course I took him, but I realized that I had an appointment. Ten minutes into the session, I got a message that my appointment was here, so I told him I had to step away for a moment. I got the appointment into a room and went back to him. I told him that I had another client and that I wanted to take care of him if he could wait 30 minutes. The appointment was with a cheapskate, that always gets 30 minutes but tips OK, so I needed to take him. My kinkster, said he would wait but that he wanted to cum first. I knew him well enough then that I knew how to make him cum fast so I moved my butt close enough that he could touch and kiss it and I laid my head near his crotch and started jerking him off. I was wearing yoga pants a lot like these that day and he buried his face in my ass and exploded within minutes. I handed him a towel and went to take care of the other client. When I came back, I started rubbing his legs and stomach and he got hard again almost immediately. I peeled my clothes off and sat on his cock so he could feel how warm I was, and I apologized for having to leave. He just smiled and said that it was fine. He pointed out that it was almost closing time and he had to go, and I apologized again and asked if I could make it up to him. He said yes and pulled me down next to him, got on top of me and pressed his cock in my crotch. I though he was going to fuck me, and I don't know if I would have stopped him. He never tried to penetrate me; he rubbed his cock against my lips a few times really gently then flipped me over. I was hoping he was going to fuck me doggy style, but he just dry humped me. He said, 'I know it is late and you're tired, so I'll finish quickly.' and he unloaded on my back. He tipped me well that day. Both clients did. In about 1 hour I made 2 guys cum and one of them did twice. That was the day before I brought champagne to work. That's where I got the extra cash."

Ellen shifted around and straightened her shirt and pants, and, in the process, Kelly kept her eyes on Ellen's crotch. "I remember the champagne. I thought it was a little strange to get champagne. He's going to end up fu...," Ellen stopped when she heard the front door chime. "I've got this one she said, standing up. He crotch so near Kelly's face, Kelly inhaled through her nose and tried to subtly lean toward Ellen to be closer to the crotch she'd been so mesmerized by for the past 15 minutes. Ellen looked at the camera positioned in the lobby, went to the cabinet and got a pair of long, latex gloves and tucked them into the side of her yoga pants.

"I know this guy that just came in," she told Kelly. "He loves to have a finger in his butt during the release. Does your guy?" she asked, glancing back at Kelly catching her starring at her ass as she walked out of the break room to please the next customer.

Thanks for reading. I hate to leave you on a cliffhanger, but this story is 4 pages already, and the rest of the story will take at least 4 more pages. Comment and let me know what you think of the story. Part 2 will cover an actual event that inspired this story and occurred at a spa that ended with the masseuse walking out "gracefully but rigidly" at the end of the massage. Leave a rating, leave a comment.