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Tales of a Tantric Therapist
by Pamela (tynte159@yahoo.co.nz)
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A bored housewife decides to get a job, but ends up
doing rub and tug massages. (MF, work, prost)
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My name is Michelle and at 32 years young, I had come
to the conclusion that my marriage and life were in a
rut, although I dearly loved my husband Tom, he had
absolutely no ambition in life, and this was reflected
by his efforts in the bedroom.
I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a
more fulfilling way of life. I decided that to give
myself means to carry out my ambitions I needed to find
myself a job, but what. I had married young and had
received no worthwhile employment experiences, after
searching through the vacancy columns for days I found
that it was not going to be easy to find something that
would allow me to move into a better lifestyle.
Weeks passed, frustration at my inability to find a job
was beginning to set in. I had almost given up on
finding something suitable, and then I received a call
from Sandra, a friend of several years inviting me for
coffee.
We had not seen each other for some time and while
reminiscing, I admitted how frustrated I was with my
life. Sandra was not at all surprised by this and went
on to tell how she had been through the same sort of
thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by
telling how she had started working as a tantric
therapist. She told how she had come to really enjoy
the work, how it had given her new found financial
freedom. This revelation started to intrigue me and I
pressed her to tell me more.
Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a
ritzy suburb in downtown Auckland, she provided nude
massages, with hand relief. Her clientele were
generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well
for a sensuous session.
Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing
some part time work, I thought for a moment, but had to
say that I thought that I would not be able to take my
clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage
him and give him a hand job. She said don't say no
right away, but think it over. Think about the rewards,
the independence it would give me.
After several days of agonising over Sandra's
proposition I decided that I needed to stop being a
wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of the
rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to
work with her the next day and check things out, to
which I agreed.
That night all sorts of things went around in my head,
I was sure that my husband Tom was aware that something
was amiss, but he said nothing.
The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day,
which I thought had to be a good omen. I put on my best
Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy half cup bra; with
french style high cut panties, garter belt and white
stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked
out my image in the mirror. I had arranged to meet
Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over I began to have
second thoughts about what I was getting myself into,
but before I knew it I as at the address she had given
me, and too late to chicken out as Sandra was waiting
for me in her car, she jumped out on seeing me and gave
me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come.
From the outside the clinic looked no different from
the other expensive looking houses in the street, We
went inside and I was pleasantly surprised at the
tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception
area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day,
greeted us.
Sandra gave me a brief tour of the house, but had to
cut it short because she had a client arriving shortly.
The house had four massage rooms, all with proper
massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel
colours and had candles and incense burners lit. A
futon couch was in one corner of the room while in the
other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered
that the futon doubled as a fold out bed!
Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get
comfortable with the work would be for me to watch her
with her first client of the day if he was agreeable.
We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred'
her first for the day was waiting, I found myself
giving him the once over, he was about forty, quite
tall and well proportioned.
Sandra sidled up beside him and whispered in his ear,
this brought a grin to his face. I'll never know what
she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she
took both our hands and led us off to her massage room.
It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients
by the way they chatted on the way. Upon entering the
room she gave Fred what I thought to be a fairly
intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she
returned she suggested that if I was comfortable
enough, I strip to my underwear, while she gave Fred
his massage.
Well I had come this far it seemed silly to back out
now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around
his waist, I could see that he must work out regularly
as his physique was very good, he threw his towel over
the chair and lay face down on the table, meanwhile
Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the
massage.
Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using
her hands and upper torso had a strange effect on me, I
thought I should have felt differently from the way I
did and I can't explain it but I felt a stirring in my
inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over I
was beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether
it was the sight of a naked man or watching him run his
hands over my friend's naked body I'm not sure, but it
was having a pleasant affect on me.
Fred by this time had become very aroused on was
displaying an erection most men would be proud of.
After using her hands, forearms and breasts to massage
for what seemed an eternity Sandra proceeded to the
foot of the table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred
she "time for my famous body slide".
This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and
down Fred's torso. First she used her breasts to good
effect on Fred's already straining erection, then up
over his chest and up to his face. Pausing she allowed
him to first lick, and then suck her nipples. They both
started making soft noises that left me with no doubt
that they were extremely excited.
While this was going on Fred had managed to slide his
penis between Sandra's legs and when she slid slowly up
and down his erection was getting tantalisingly close
to her pussy. It didn't take genius to see that he was
attempting to manoeuvre himself towards possibly
penetrating her, sensing this Sandra eased herself down
and off the table, commenting jokingly to Fred that he
was a naughty boy. Fred laughed and said, "it was worth
a crack". Sandra was now at the business end of the
massage and started to apply more oil to Fred's penis
with her hands then her breasts, while doing this she
beckoned me to come closer. I slowly edged towards the
table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me
to try and help out, the grin on Fred's face told her
that he was up to it.
At first I didn't know where to look, here was a man
that I had never met, lying naked in front of me with
an erection that I had never seen the likes of, it had
to be at least 9 inches, possibly 10 and thick too.
Unlike my husbands, Fred's was circumcised, and stood
"proud and tall" with large veins that stood out from
the richly purple colour of his manhood.
Sandra seemed to sense my apprehension and leaned over
towards me and gently but firmly took my hand and drew
me to the table. It seemed the two of them had been
through this routine before as Fred also sensed my
unease and discretely closed his eyes. Without the
feeling of being ogled I soon lost the tenseness and
eased my way towards the table and body waiting there.
While still holding my hand in her left hand Sandra was
slowly sliding her right hand up and down Fred's penis.
I watched, fascinated, it wasn't long before Fred
started to squirm a little, showing signs that he was
about to cum, observing Sandra this and slowed her
strokes to prolong his pleasure.
All the time this was happening, Sandra was slowly but
surely bringing my hand closer to Fred's penis, and
before I knew it Sandra slowly removed her hand and
replaced it with mine while still enclosing my hand in
hers.
It was really happening, I was giving a hand job to a
man I had never seen before. His penis slid easily in
my hand, I wasn't sure what I thought it would feel
like, but it felt lovely and warm, it seemed like the
natural thing to do was continue with slow stokes as
Sandra had been doing, but I guess Fred was past
sensuality and was feeling the need to be relieved as
he suddenly reached across me and placed his hand on my
breast.
Although this surprised me I wasn't startled, as the
touch was ever so gentle. With his eyes still shut Fred
suddenly whispered, " Oh fuck" and with that he let go
with a stream of cum that not only went all over his
stomach but spayed over my hand and up my arm, some
even made it onto my best Victoria secrets bra.
Unfortunately the suddenness of this made me jump,
letting go of his penis, Sandra and Fred burst into
laughter at my reaction. Sandra took hold of a tissue
and put it in my hand and motioned for me to wipe up
the mass of cum, it was a strange feeling standing
there cleaning cum from my breasts and the torso of a
man that less than an hour ago was a complete stranger.
It wasn't until Sandra was going through what she
called her, "calming routine" that I suddenly felt
dampness between my legs again, seeing that Sandra was
still draped over Fred's body and they were completely
oblivious to my presence I turned slightly away and
inched my fingers into my panties.
Good lord! I had never known myself to be this wet, it
was all I could do to stop myself from fingering my
pussy, if I had been alone I knew that I would have
been unable, or unwilling, not to bring myself to a
shuddering climax. After a few moments Sandra and Fred
untangled themselves and sliding off the table she took
Fred's hand and led him to the shower.
Suddenly alone, with what I knew would be but a brief
break I plunged my fingers into my pussy and I came
almost immediately, aware that Sandra and Fred were but
a shower door away I stifled my moans and it was all I
could do to stop myself falling in a heap on the floor.
As Sandra and Fred stepped out of the shower they could
hardly not notice the smile on my face and once again
they burst into laughter in unison, they were indeed in
no doubt what I had been up to. Feeling embarrassed by
their discovery I turned my back, discarded my lingerie
and stepped into the shower.
Chapter 02
I stood for what seemed an eternity under the soothing
water that cascaded over my body and a peaceful bliss
came over me. Confused by my reaction to my first
massage experience I justified myself by thinking that
I was turned on by the sexy body that I had been
exposed too. How would I re-act when confronted by a
less than average client?
Gathering my thoughts I pondered my next move. I could
hear Sandra in the next room and knew that I would have
to face her sooner or later, so clutching a towel to my
body I gingerly stepped out of the shower. Sandra was
tidying the massage table and as I came into the room
she looked up and smiled. Well that wasn't too bad was
it she enquired? I had to admit that if this was a
typical example of her work then I knew that I could
cope with being a massage therapist.
Sandra had a gap in her bookings and her next client
was not due for 30 minutes so we finished tidying the
room then went into the lounge and made ourselves a
coffee. All the while the phone in the little office
off the lounge kept constantly ringing, keeping Suzette
busy. This was obviously a very busy little operation.
It seemed in no time at all that the front door bell
rang and Sandra's next client had arrived, she went
down to let him in and returned with him to the lounge.
Sandra introduced him as Ranji, and he smiled and shook
my hand, he seemed to hold my hand longer than you
would normally expect when shaking hands, but at the
time I thought nothing of it. He was tall and quite
slim, 50ish, he had a bushy moustache that was quite
white and contrasted against his very dark skin.
He settled onto the couch but seemed to be unsure of
himself. Suzette came into the room and offered Ranji a
coffee, but he asked for a juice instead. Ranji
followed Suzette into the kitchenette while she was
pouring his juice and I could hear them talking,
although only in whispers, but I did hear my name
mentioned. The conversation continued briefly, then
Suzette called me over.
Michelle, Ranji has requested that you do his massage,
I have explained to him that you have not yet decided
if you want to work with us, but he is quite insistent.
What do you think she asked? I had already decided that
I was willing to work in the studio but this took me
completely by surprise.
I wondered if I was ready to massage on my own. After
some thought I said to Ranji that I thought he would be
better having his massage done by Sandra as he had
originally booked, because I hadn't had any previous
experience and at this would be my very first one.
Ranji's eyes lit up when he heard this and said that he
was sure that my lack of massage skills was not a
deterrent to him. Ranji and I continued chatting while
Suzette went and asked Sandra if she minded if I did
Ranji's massage, she just came over and gave me a big
hug and said welcome to our place!
Suzette took the door fee from Ranji, then suggested
that I use room 3, saying it was next to the room that
Sandra and I had previously used. I led Ranji down the
hall to our room and showed him in. As I shut the door
behind us I could feel the butterflies in my stomach
starting to flit around. Ranji seemed charming and
chatted about his work as he started to disrobe. My
first impression of Ranji was right, he was slim but
not skinny, his very dark skin almost a shine to it. I
handed him a towel as he peeled down his boxers, he
made no attempt to cover himself but sauntered into the
shower carrying the towel.
My moment of truth had arrived, as I stepped out of my
skirt I found myself wondering what Ranji would think
of my body, I hesitated before removing my bra and
panties and caught sight of myself in the full length
mirror beside the massage table, I knew that any man
would love the sight, and before I new it Ranji was
stepping out of the shower. He stood with his towel
partially covering him and casually looked me up and
down.
Now I was self conscious and turned my back to him to
continue undressing. No no, please he said, don't turn
round I want to look at you. "You'll have to get on the
table I said" as I was very aware of his eyes following
my every move. He seemed to realise that he was not
helping his cause by making me nervous, so he climbed
on the table and turned his head. As I continued to
undress I realised that he was still watching me in the
mirror, but at least it wasn't as obvious.
It still surprises me but as soon as I started to apply
the warm oil to Ranji's legs, the nervousness that I
had felt disappeared and it wasn't long before I felt
quite comfortable as I first massaged his legs then
moved onto his buttocks and back.
The music that was being played over the built in
system was soothing and I found myself getting into a
rhythm as I proceeded, remembering the way Sandra had
done the earlier massage. Long slow strokes, at first
reasonably firmly, then easing to be more sensuous
until it was just a very light touch. You must have had
a very good tutor Ranji said, you are doing an
excellent job for a first massage. The touch seemed to
come quite naturally I replied, and I thought to myself
that I was only trying to touch, as I would like to be
touched.
As I moved around to the head of the table to massage
Ranji's shoulders, he dropped his arms from the table
and from here he was able to reach around behind me and
lightly stroke the back of my legs. I had seen Fred do
this to Sandra so I should have been ready. It was
obviously a standard move! It actually felt nice and I
found myself lingering in that position to prolong the
feeling.
As I hadn't moved away Ranji took this as a green light
to further his touching and he slowly moved his fingers
in little circles up my inner thighs, he was obviously
practised at this manoeuvre as I was not really aware
of what he was up to until his fingers were only
centimetres away from my most private parts. I wasn't
ready for him to touch me there so I casually moved so
as to make it awkward for him to reach. He made no
attempt to try and force the issue, and continued with
the gentle caresses on my thighs.
I slowly moved down the other side to the foot of the
table to do a body slide on his back. I applied a
generous amount of oil over my breasts as I had seen
Sandra do and climbed onto the table. When my breasts
first made contact with Ranji's skin I was amazed but
my nipples became hard instantly and as I continued
with the body slide the feeling intensified and I could
feel myself getting aroused, I was getting wet.
Once again I found myself lingering on this part of the
massage, Ranji obviously had no objections here and
just soaked up the sensations he was feeling from the
contact with my breasts. After a while I found that my
arms became quite tired from supporting me, so I
climbed down and asked Ranji to turn over.
As he did I saw that I wasn't the only one that was
aroused, he was starting to get an erection. Even in
this semi hard state he had quite a nice sized cock.
When Sandra had massaged Fred she had applied oil to
his penis as soon as he had rolled over, but I noted
that while she was massaging his legs his erection had
subsided somewhat. I thought I would try and prolong
the expectations and not apply oil to Ranji's penis
until I was ready to do my body slide on his front. My
plan was to use a bit of tease to keep him eager, and I
thought, make the hand relief easier.
My mind kept going back to the massage that Sandra had
given Fred, and I tried to follow the pattern that she
had used. Long slow strokes up his legs, as I moved
further up his legs Ranji slowly opened them inviting
me to massage his inner thighs. His eyes were closed
and I could hear him moaning very softly as moved
slowly past his scrotum and now fully erect penis.
As I moved around the table I found that I was back in
range and it was no time at all before he was taking
advantage of this and started caressing my legs again.
Once again I found myself lingering so as to enjoy the
sensation. Leaning over him I was now using my breasts
on his chest, while using one hand to continue slowly
stroking his legs.
Moving over his chest with my breasts I was able to
very softly blow on his nipples and this had an
immediate effect, his nipples hardened and penis
noticeably twitched. It was pleasing to see his
reaction to my ministrations, so I continued further
down his body and did the same thing to his penis.
Boy did that bring a reaction, his body arched upwards
and I felt the tip of his penis brush my lips. At the
same time he put his hand behind my head and very
softly tried hold my mouth there. I gently moved away
to the foot of the table and climbed on ready to give
him his body slide.
This time I stayed on my knees as I slowly moved up
using my forearms on his thighs and I repeated the soft
blowing as I moved getting closer and to his manhood.
Suddenly I felt wicked, and as I moved towards his
penis I gave a light little lick over his scrotum and
up the underside of his ever increasingly hard cock.
Once again the twitch and a quite audible moan.
Now I moved down a little and used my breasts on his
cock, this had him writhing and once again he had his
hands on my head and was trying to bring my mouth
towards his cock. To counter this move I proceeded
further up his body now he tried to get his mouth to my
breasts. I allowed him to nibble on my breasts. I had
not always found this stimulating but Ranji was
obviously well practised as once again I found my
nipples hardening and a serious wetness developing
between my legs. Time to get down I thought to myself.
Getting off the table I reached for the oil and started
to apply it lovingly to Ranji's penis, he felt warm and
smooth in my hand and I couldn't help but notice the
stark contrast of my white skin against the jet black
colour of Ranji's penis, it was quite erotic, here I
was, a well bred white catholic girl with my hand
around this Indian mans cock, slowly masturbating him
as he lightly caressed my breasts with one hand and
with the other was attempting to get between my legs.
I found myself unable to resist as he slowly inched
towards my pussy, I even shifted my stance to make it
easier for him. I had already cum once today but it
didn't take long for me to reach another orgasm. I
could feel myself starting to quiver and I knew that I
would be unable to hide the fact that I was cumming
from Ranji.
I had been so engrossed in my sensations that I was
initially unaware that Ranji had been talking to me the
whole time, but as my orgasm subsided I could hear him
whispering to me "put it in your mouth" over and over
again. This had an unbelievable affect on me and I
found myself with an incredible urge to do just that.
Slowly I moved my mouth towards his beautifully erect
penis, seemingly unable to stop myself.
Firstly I took just the tip into my mouth, it tasted
slightly salty as pre cum oozed out. He felt so good
that I took more into my mouth until I had all of him,
I could feel him in the very back of my throat. I
wasn't long before this triggered yet another even more
explosive orgasm and as I came again Ranji exploded
into my mouth. I had never experienced a man who had
such a lot of jism, and I was unable to swallow quickly
enough to stop some spilling out of my mouth running
down my cheeks.
We stayed cuddled together for some time and took the
chance to wind down.
The intensity slowly passed and I made my way to turn
on the water in the shower for Ranji, as he entered the
shower I joined him and took the soap and lathered his
body to remove the oil, Ranji put his arms around me
and tried to kiss me, but by now the moment had passed
and I had regained senses. I stepped out of the shower
and towelled myself dry, instead of putting my clothes
back on I wrapped the towel around me.
I busied myself tidying the massage table and replacing
the linen for the next client Ranji dressed quickly and
before leaving the room he gave me a big hug and handed
me a fifty dollar bill. That was really a great massage
he said, I can't believe that you haven't massaged
before. As he left the room I could hear him talking to
Suzette on the way out. The report was good and Ranji
had given me a glowing report card.
I later learned that he was a past master at choosing
new girls for his massage so he could try and take
advantage of the situation!
END
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