Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/massage.txt

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ON THE MASSAGE TABLE
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     After a full day at home with the kids, you're looking forward to the
afternoon at the club. You arrive a half hour early for your massage
appointment, so you have a drink at the bar.

     "Can I get you another?" I ask, as I set down beside you.

     You glance at your watch, you still have 10 minutes. "Sure, why not."

     We chat for a few minutes, small talk only. I ask why you appear so
tense, and you tell me about your day.

     "Sounds gruesome." I say with a wry grin.

      "And on top of that my husband just comes home and drops on the sofa,
doesn't want to talk, just 'when's dinner?'!" you add with a smile of your
own.

     You check your watch again, seeing that it's time for your appointment,
you get up from the table. "It was nice talking with someone for a change,"
you pause "not much communication at home either."

     "Nor romance." I drop the words heavily, looking directly at your face.

     You blush a bit as you leave the table, "I can't believe I was that
obvious with a perfect stranger!" you chastise yourself. "And he was perfect."

      The massage was wonderful, you hadn't been this relaxed in days. You lay
there, half asleep, as your body was pulled and kneaded until all the tensions
were gone. As was usual, a half hour into your appointment you were asleep,
dreaming of romance.

      As I finished tying your hands, you awakened in a panic. You realize you
are still draped only in a towel, bound, in a room with someone you hardly
know.

      "What the hell are you doing!!??" you blurt out.

     "What you need." I answer.

     "What are you talking about?" you ask, but the possibilities are already
filling your mind.

     As I remove the towel covering your exquisite body, I try to explain.
"You NEED to have some magical, special time with another man, to show you
that love is possible. You want it, but you won't let yourself do anything
about it. Now, you can relax and enjoy it, because you have no control over
it!"

     I move from the massage table, searching through the cabinets. You are
nervous, unsure of your own desires. As I return to your side, you examine
your situation. I have tied your hands to the legs of the table with your own
silk stockings. Your legs are bound in a similar manner with strips cut from
one of the clubs pool towels. You see that I have found what I was looking
for...

     "What is that?" you can't see it since it is difficult to raise your
head.

     "You'll like it." is my only response.

     I begin to rub your breasts. You are well endowed there, so I am using
both hands to work one, moving back and forth. You begin to feel a warm,
tingling sensation.

      "A heating rub?" you question "What is that for?"

      "You'll see." I answer, concentrating on what I am doing.

     The warmth is spreading through your body, and despite yourself, you are
becoming aroused. You start to say something as my hands leave your chest, but
you stop, as your body jerks. I apply the rub to your thighs, pausing
occasionally to nip lightly at your nether lips. You are moaning softly as I
put a drop of the rub on your pleasure button.

     I raise myself from the table, and start getting undressed. You try to
watch, but as the rub heats on your clitoris, your mind is overcome as it
translates the feeling into a need for sexual release.

     "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" escapes your lips as you begin to twist your hips,
trying desperately to get something, anything to touch you there, to bring
this need to a climax.

     Once again, I nip lightly at your sex as I climb onto the table with you.
You plead with your eyes for me to bring your exquisite torment to an end. I
kneel above your chest, my knees below your arms. As I lean forward to check
your bonds, you quickly take me into your mouth.

     "No," I say teasingly, "maybe later."

     You are near mad with desire now, humping into the air. I lay myself
between the breasts I had so carefully coated earlier, press them together and
slowly begin to stroke myself in and out.

     As the heat builds up, so does my passion. In a few short moments, I am
thrusting wildly between your glistening breasts as you try valiantly to lick
my instrument on the upstroke. Just before I spill my seed on your face, I
stop, and slide back down your body.

     It felt like millions of needles were stabbing at your sex. Garbled moans
escaped your throat as you strain against the bonds that hold you. You are
incoherent, writhing, wallowing in the act of sex. Loving the feeling of
boundless sensuality.

     Seeing that you had reached a point of no return, I blow softly on your
clit, enjoying the way your body jerks in response to the slightest sensation.
As my tongue dips into you, your body locks, and your mouth opens as though to
scream, but without sound, at the first of many orgasms rack your body. I work
your tits with one hand as my tongue continues to do it's work. Slowly I
insert a finger into your ass, and begin working it in and out. Another
explosive climax rips through your body, and you drop to the table, limp with
exhaustion.

     You offer no resistance as I roll you over, repositioning your body on
the table, and secure your restraints once again.

     "And how did you like the preview?" I ask.

     You gaze up at me with uncomprehending eyes, your mind still lost in the
myriad sensations coming from your body. Your lips part slightly, and you lick
your lips.

     "Do you want to taste me now?" I tease.

      You nod, and I step to the head of the table. I raise your head in my
hands, and move my instrument to your lips. Your tongue slides out, reminding
me of a snakes, and samples the precum on it's crown. Finding the taste to
your liking, your mouth opens, and you take my length into your throat.

     The tip of your tongue reaches out, and flicks at my testicles, as I
began working my tool in and out of your mouth.

     "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I gasp. "That's the way, keep working your tongue
like that!" I stare down, marveling at the way your lips pucker around my
massive pole.

     "Grlkpmhhhhhhh!" you complain, but only because my grip on your ears has
grown too painful.

     You manage my length as few others have, taking it all. Somehow, it feels
as though you are swallowing with me lodged in your throat, and the
constriction drives me wild.

     "Oh God, it's GREAT!" I shout. "It's wonderful, keep sucking me!"

     My legs begin to tremble, as my moment of release draws near I am
thrusting into your mouth, unable to control myself. Gasping and moaning, I
slam my meat all the way down your throat. Somehow, you manage to swallow and
lick my balls at the same time.

      "CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNNNGGG!" I convulse, firing waves of liquid
love down your gullet. You take it, swallowing again and again, draining me.
As I stumble back, you lose your oral grip on me and jets of my cum shoot onto
your face.

     "Darlin', you are some cocksucker!" I tell you as I recover.

     Relieving my need only reawakened yours. "Take me now! Do it to me hard!"
you beg as you finally find your voice.

     As I move behind you, out of your range of vision, I gesture to the
attendant, who thus far has only watched, out of your sight. We exchange
whispers, and finally he nods and begins disrobing. I return to your side, and
gently place a blindfold on you.

     "I have to move you for the rest." I explain. "I'm going to untie you,
but if you try to escape, it won't go well for you!"

     You nod in agreement, remembering for a moment that you didn't begin this
as a willing participant. I remove your bonds and help you off the table.

      The club is empty now, long since closed. We move out into the exercise
equipment area, as I look for what I want. Finding something suitable, I tie
your hands and feet, leaving you in a standing position, with your legs widely
spaced. The masseuse takes a seat on the machine, his stiffness directly
beneath you. As I step back, I motion for him to guide you down onto him.

     At first you do not realize that your hands are bound to a bar that
moves, so you resist, but as your need grows, you discover that with a little
effort you can lower yourself. As his tool touches the entrance to your
vagina, you drop yourself, engulfing him with one motion. Up and down you ride
him, beginning to use the equipment you are bound to as an aid to your
efforts.

      From behind you, I watch as you begin to lose yourself in the act once
again. My eyes travel up and down your body, focusing on your posterior. I
stroke myself to hardness again, and step forward to join the party.

     You gasp as my tongue flicks over your anal pucker, unsure if the act is
welcome. The unexpected wet, flaming contact drove shivers up and down your
spine, making your asscheeks quiver. Having lubed the passage, I press my
stiffness into your behind.

     "Uhhhhhh.  huuuuuuuuu!" you gasp, ceasing all motion as the intruder
pushes inward, stretching your inner walls to their limits. You feel
discomfort at first, but no pain. As I begin to move within you, you resume
your journey upon the other tool invading your body.

     Now you are consumed with pleasure, no longer feeling anything but the
approach of a mammoth release. Our movements increase in tempo, as we caught a
rhythm. Never are you without a piece of man-meat inside you. Finally, I hold
you at the bottom of your stroke, and the masseuse and I plunge into your body
with an animal like passion. A scream escapes your throat as the three of us
explode as one.

     Later as you are dressing, you ask yourself, "Is this what I really want?
I never fought or even disagreed with anything! Could it be that I need
someone to dominate me, to make me submit to their needs?"

     As you put on your jacket, you notice a card on the massage table.
Turning it over, you read, "Same time next week, Slave."