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Free Body Rubs
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
***
The story of how I advertised for ladies who wanted
free body rubs and the success that I had with that in
Denver. (MF, voy, oral, ws, mc)
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When I lived in a Denver suburb a few years back I used
to advertise in the Rocky Mountain Oyster (sexually
oriented weekly newspaper): "Free full body rub for
attractive lady by an attractive young male..." You
could not advertise "massage" unless you were a
licensed massage therapist, but "body rub" was okay. In
those days you could include a phone number in Oyster
ads, which I did.
Of course I got lots of nuisance calls, some at all
hours of the night, but I always got one or two real,
straight-on calls from each ad.
I had a spare bedroom with a massage table I'd picked
up from a local supply house for $150, a tape player
with some soothing music and I had a pretty good line
of patter and a pleasing and reassuring voice.
I had practiced hypnosis for fun some time and although
I didn't really want to hypnotize my "clients" (Hell,
most of them didn't need any more convincing). But I
did use suggestive language to raise their level of
sexual tension. For example, "Now I'm rubbing your
long, lean flanks... they're so beautiful they excite
me." Or, "The cheeks of your bottom are just
delightful, sweetheart," as I squeezed them in circles,
spreading them and pressing them together. "Any man
would love to handle them like I am now." And, "What
magnificent breasts..." or "God! I love pert, teenage
breasts like yours." Like that, you know.
The room lights were equipped with a master dimmer
switch which I used to lower the light level and the
room was decorated colorfully and tastefully I had
bought several of those hand-printed colorful East-
Indian cotton sheets, and they were draped around the
table and across the window.
The room right next my massage room was my master
bedroom. It was equipped with a huge king sized bed
(carefully turned down) with towers and a bridge -- no
one could miss it as we walked down the hall to the
massage room. I kept the lights in there on and dimmed
and I burned various flavors of joss sticks in there
for atmosphere.
The overall combined effect of all these efforts was
irritable for most. All their senses were stimulated:
sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste -- an open
golden box of Godiva chocolates and some Camerbert
cheese and crackers were placed so they could be
reached from the massage table and I handed each client
a glass of a very tasty, chilled white Zinfandel wine
which I kept filled. These amenities were free and I
was generous with them. No one ever refused the wine or
chocolates.
The entire thing was a big success and I enjoyed many
wonderful, dreamy encounters and with some very sexy,
attractive and passionate women. I massaged them for
about an hour, usually. After about 35 minutes I had
them turn over and by the time I worked from their neck
and shoulders down to their thighs, most were begging
for cock. Most of these lovelies, however, I wanted to
go down on before I fucked them. Cunnilingus was one of
my favorite sports. A few of them even sucked me while
still on their stomachs as I walked around the table
harder than a rock.
A few couldn't last long enough for me to turn them
over and let their passion go in only a half hour or
so. I never argued with what my clients wanted,
providing they were wet and squirming -- indicating a
high level of heat. When they were ready, I went to
work in a loving and passionate way. No, I didn't fuck
all my clients, but most were ready for the full
treatment.
Even the ones who weren't willing to go all the way
responded to digital and oral stimulation, which I
offered only to the attractive ones. Most were very
acceptable in the looks department so most of them I
licked and sucked and nibbled. A few brought their
boyfriends or husbands with them but I made it clear
that they were only to watch, but could play with
themselves if they wanted. Most of them did and I saw a
few very nice cocks there.
I always wore a pair of very short cutoff jeans and no
shirt, to show off my lean body well. I was blonde,
blue-eyed, and very nice looking. My cock always
appeared below the cutoffs as it hardened, and the ever
increasing sight of it as I walked around the table
served to excite the ladies very much. Several reached
out and grasped it, squeezing me. I had pretty good
control, or I would have cum way too soon often. As I
mentioned above, some even took me in their mouths, not
being able to resist a hard-on I suppose.
I never lacked for very good sex during those two
years, it was great! But then the Oyster stopped taking
ads that offered body rubs because, I think, they were
getting heat from the massage therapists' organization
in Denver.
It was probably just as well, for in those two years I
almost fucked and sucked my brains out. It made a huge
draw on my ejaculatory reserves. Did I mind? Nooooo.
Many of my "clients" made arrangements for private
meetings in their homes, and I religiously kept all
such appointments. They were all happy and very
exciting. Some were a little kinky, but I was able to
handle the kinky ones pretty well.
Except for one. She was a very beautiful exotic dancer
with long blonde hair and a fantastic long, slim body,
an insatiable sexual appetite and a very vivid and
creative imagination. She had this desire to have me
shove a champaign bottle (with the champaign still in
it) up her butt after shaking it vigorously. She got
high from the champaign coating her intestines, and
loved both the feeling and the effect and wanted this
frequently. It was pretty boring for me after the first
or second time, but for her it was an insatiable
fetish. However, she had redeeming qualities.
One of those was especially endearing. When I had
fucked her for fifteen or twenty minutes or so and felt
the onset of my ejaculation, I would whisper in her ear
that I was ready and she would bathe my cock with her
very hot pee as I was buried deep in her cunt.
The heat of that pee combined with the sheer intimacy
of the act, always brought me to an instant and
superbly intense climax. I never found another woman
who could or would do that. I was trying to learn to
pee through my hard-on while it was deep inside her,
too, but never mastered the ability to do that.
I did find other ways to use ads in the old Rocky
Mountain Oyster to attract willing women and girls, but
those are other stories I'll put into print later...
maybe.
END
[Although I'm not looking for technical, grammatical or
philosophical criticism, Tinman always welcomes
feedback on how my stories affect you and what you do
about it. I will answer all civilized emails sent to:
tinmanjc9@hotmail.com]
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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