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Authors name: November (nnnovember2000@yahoo.com)
Story title : Blooming Flowers
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Blooming Flowers
by November (nnnovember2000@yahoo.com)
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A man loses everything due to his addiction to
massages. Well, almost everything. (FFM, fetish)
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This is fun and fiction. Please do not use for profit.
I really had a good time writing this story; I hope you
have a good time read it.
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I admit it, I am addicted too massages. I lost my wife
and my house because of this addiction. O.K. not just
any massages, the massages given by Jamie and Judy, two
Filipino women who own their own massage parlor,
Blooming Flowers. I guess it started three years ago
when I got a free gift certificate for a free massage
at Blooming Flowers. That is how they get you; once you
have experienced the ecstasy of the massage you will
pay any price to experience it again.
At the time I had never had a massage, it seemed crazy
to pay forty or more dollars for something your lover
and you can exchange freely. When I received the gift
certificate I was happily married and worked as a
Junior Executive at a publishing company. I might have
even given the certificate away, if not for the fact
that it was for a special two woman massage given by
the owners, Jamie and Judy. It was also intriguing due
to the fact that it was supposedly an ancient
Philippine style massage, reserved for royalty. So I
said what the hell, it's free and I made the choice
that ruined my life.
I made an appointment for the next week and resumed my
life. When the next week rolled around, it seemed like
a godsend. I was stressed because some of our equipment
at the plant had broken down and we had to transfer at
lot of orders to outside contractors. It was the first
time we had to farm out work and we barely made our
deadlines. So, I was looking forward to a relaxing
professional massage.
I showed up after work the day of the appointment and
fully expected to have to wait, like you do at the
doctor's office. You show up fifteen minutes early like
they require and you do not see the doctor until thirty
minutes after your scheduled time. Anyway, when I
arrived in the reception area, it was full of a lovely
smelling tropical flower scent. The scent was strong
but it seemed to relax me as soon as I arrived.
Another pleasant surprise was that Judy was waiting for
me when I entered the massage parlor. Judy was one of
the most exotic women I had ever seen. Judy might have
been five feet tall if she had been wearing heels; she
was not. Her complexion was a flawless dark tan and her
jet-black hair hung down to the middle of her back.
Judy's face was slightly rounded, her lips were full
and thick and she had those patented almond shaped
eyes.
If she had any flaws it was that her nose was a little
wide. To me, it just made her more exotic. She was
dressed in a thin orange sarong that clung to her slim
body in provocative ways. She greeted me with a smile,
took my hand and led me back to my room.
When we had arrived at the massage room, Jamie was
already there. She could have been Judy's twin except
for the fact her skin was a light creamy color. Jamie
was dressed in a sarong as well, light green. In the
room there was a massage table, another table with
towels and oils, a small shower and a one-man hot bath.
A light drum beat and flute music track played in the
back ground. The girls proceeded to undress me in a
very business like fashion.
Judy removed an article of my clothing and Jamie folded
it or hung it up, what ever was appropriate for the
article of clothing. Once I was undressed, Jamie guided
me into the shower. Jamie washed me with her tiny hands
and a bar of soap that had a tart tropical fruit smell.
When I say she wash me, I mean she WASHED ME. She
boldly bathed my limp penis and my scrotum. Judy even
spread my cheeks and cleaned my anus.
When she was finished bathing me she rinsed me off.
While Jamie was cleaning me up, Judy laid towels onto
the floor to keep me from dripping water onto the
floor. Jamie then led me to the hot bath and helped me
enter.
Once I was settled in the very hot water, Jamie sat on
a little chair in the corner with a very calming smile
on her face. Her light green sarong wet from the shower
was plastered against her skin, showing off her light
curves and I could even see her little brown nipples
through the thin cloth. Judy then started massaging my
scalp in firm gentle circles as the hot water penetrate
my skin and sapped away my strength.
Jamie watched with that every present smile as Judy
massaged my scalp. I had to admit that Jamie was fun to
look at. I studied Jamie's lovely exotic face and tight
little body for a full ten minutes until Judy was
finished massaging my scalp and not once did Jamie look
away or get self conscious about my constant gaze. Once
Judy was finished, Jamie was there to help me out of
the bath with towels to dry me off. At this point, I
was sure that I was the most relaxed that I had been in
my whole life.
Both Judy and Judy dried me off; again they were not
shy about getting to my intimate parts. Jamie made sure
to lift my balls and dry underneath them. Judy even
spread my cheeks and made sure my butt was equally dry.
I truly expected the massage to be completed. I was
pleasantly surprised when they led me to the massage
table and helped me to lie down on my stomach.
They proceeded to massage, spicy scented oils into my
body, with a strength that was hard to believe their
tiny fingers held. Jamie started at my neck and Judy
started at my ankles. I was in heavenly bliss as Judy
and Jamie worked their way to my butt.
Their magic finger removed tension in my body that I
did not even know I had. While they worked on my
backside, my penis began to get erect. I thought
momentarily that I should be embarrassed but I was too
relaxed to bother. Once they were finished rubbing my
back, the lovely ladies helped me turn over.
Judy and Jamie showed no reaction to my erect penis.
This time they both started working at my shoulders.
The long shiny black hair that hung from their heads
draped their Asian faces, giving my eyes something to
focus on while Jamie and Judy worked. They worked their
magic fingers along my arms down to my fingers. I
drifted into a deeper relaxed state as they moved to my
chest. Their fingers seemed to draw tension out of my
flesh and bones.
As Judy and Jamie worked their hands along my chest to
my stomach I felt my penis jerk as a little pre-cum
oozed out of the tip. This did not slowly their
progress, they moved skillful around my throbbing
penis. Once they reached my hips, Judy and Jamie moved
down to my ankles. They started to massage my ankles,
calves and thighs as they worked their way back up my
body.
My penis started bouncing frantically the closer they
came to my balls. As they reached my upper thighs,
Judy's fingers brushed my nut sack sending me into a
mind-blowing orgasm. My body convulsed as I shot long
streams of sperm on to my chest. I shot off three
equally intense blasts that drained any residual
tension from my body held. Then Judy and Jamie
leisurely started to lick the cum off my stomach and
chest. They were careful to not miss a spot of my
creamy white juices.
Judy went as far as too give my penis a gentle stroke
to coax out the last drop of sperm, then she used the
tip of her little pink tongue to scoop off the last
drop of cum from the head of my penis. I was beyond
being shocked by what these lovely blooming flowers did
as I was in an incredibly relaxed state.
Once completed with the clean up of my sperm with their
tiny pink tongues, Judy and Jamie used wet hot towels
to sponge bathe my chest, stomach and penis. They
carefully dried me off and helped me to my feet. Jamie
then helped me dress as Judy handed her each article of
clothing.
Once I was dressed, Judy led me to the reception area.
I immediately made appointments for every Friday for a
whole month. Each session was a hundred dollars apiece,
which at the time I thought was a steal. The reception
area was the only place that Judy ever spoke to me; in
fact I have never heard Jamie speak a word in the three
years that I had visited the Blooming Flower.
This arrangement seemed to workout nicely. I was
completely relaxed even after long weeks of work, I
stopped pressuring my wife for sex, and I started
performing incredible well at work. My performance at
work earned me promotions and large increases in pay. I
was happier which made me more attractive to my wife.
The problems came around slowly but steadily. I was
losing all interest in sex with my wife. She actually
started harassing me about sex. In the end we stop
having sex altogether. My wife repeatedly accused me of
cheating, maybe I was.
This is where the other problem came in. The Blooming
Flower seemed to raise their prices right after I would
get a raise. At first, it did not seem like a big deal
but later the higher prices and the fact that my wife
thought I was cheating caused my wife to demand that I
stop going to the Blooming Flower.
At that time, I was paying a thousand dollars a session
four to five times a month. When I refused, she
threatened divorce. Soon the threat became reality. She
got the house and a large alimony check every month; I
of course received all the bills. There was one lucky
break; the Blooming Flower massage parlor lowered its
prices to two hundred dollars a month. So I was still
able to book four to five sessions a month.
I admit it; I am addicted to Blooming Flower massages.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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