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Hasn't Your Mother Told You? - 2
by Johndough (no address provided)
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Amanda's journey continues in part two. (MMf, ped,
inc, 1st, mast)
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PART 2
Angela arrived at the back door of EVE'S HEALTH SPA
promptly at 8 and Jim Barnes opened the door to let
her in. He told her to bring her bike in and put it in
the small storage area near the door.
They went into his office and he placed a three page
form in front of her and told her to fill it out. She
started with the usual name, address and phone number
and then turned to page two. Jim leaned over and
pointed to the small lines at the end of each
paragraph.
"No need to read it all right now as time is really
tight today so just initial on the lines and I will
give you a copy to take home and read later. Basically
it says that Eve's is like Las Vegas. What happens at
Eve's stays at Eve's. We respect the confidentiality
of our customers and that means you respect it as
well."
She rushed through her initialing and turned to the
last page where there was a long paragraph with a
place for her signature and date at the bottom.
"We have security cameras throughout the club for the
protection of both our clients and our employees.
Sometimes our clients want to take home memories of
their visit so this is a release that allows us to
give them their tapes if you happen to be included on
some of them."
Angela signed it and dated it.
"All right, let's go up to the audition room," Jim
said.
He picked up her application and led her up the
backstairs to a long hallway with massage rooms on
both sides.
He took her to a door that said "OFF LIMITS –
MASSEUSES ONLY" and led her inside. There was a shower
room at the far end with no curtain, three makeup
mirrors along one wall and a bank of lockers on the
other.
"This is where you report for duty and freshen up
between clients. Just pick a locker and put all your
clothes and backpack in there. Here is a combination
lock you can use that is set to a simple combination
of 1-2-3-4. Just enter those numbers in the roller on
the bottom and it opens right up. If you get the job
you will need to get your own lock but remember to get
one with a combination because you will have nowhere
to carry a key."
Angela looked around for a linen closet with uniforms
or a hamper for dirty ones but there was nothing.
"But where are the uniforms?"
"Hasn't your mother told you? Masseuses don't wear
uniforms. With all the various massage oils and
lotions you use any clothes would be ruined. So
masseuses work in the nude. Now move along because we
have a client waiting for you to audition with."
It took a moment for it to sink in that Jim Barnes
wasn't going to give her any privacy so she just
concentrated on the phrase "you could make thousands"
and put her sandals, shorts and bikini in the locker
and hoped he would approve of her. He gave her a big
smile and said, "You are magnificent. Just like your
mother. You could definitely make a lot of money in
this line of work. Now let's go meet your first
client."
They went into the corridor and started down to the
one room with an open door.
"We wanted to make you as comfortable as possible for
your audition so someone you know volunteered to be
your client. You remember Mr. Porter from school,
don't you?"
As he finished they entered the open door where an
equally naked phy ed and sex ed teacher, Bob Porter
was lying on his back with his thick 8 inch manhood
there for all to see, especially his former student
Angela. When he saw her his cock immediately began to
stiffen and rise to attention.
"Hello, Mr. Porter," Angela said to his cock since she
couldn't take her eyes off it. How many times in class
had he talked of penises and erections and she had
fantasized seeing his penis with an erection and now
that it was happening it was even bigger than she
imagined.
"Oh, please, Angela, call me Bob. You're not my
student anymore. In fact you are through with Middle
School and off to High School next year."
"Hasn't your mother told you that we all go by first
names here?" asked Jim Barnes.
"We never really talked about it."
"Once you have arrived and met your client it is
customary for the client to roll over on his stomach
and have his back massaged first but I see you are
going to have the same problem your mother has. The
sight of her gives her clients an immediate erection
and rolling over on that can be very painful for a
man. Therefore it is your duty as a masseuse and the
cause of the problem to alleviate it before beginning
the massage."
"How?"
"Hasn't your mother told you what to do with boys with
hard cocks? You take hold of it firmly and stroke it
up and down until he orgasms and relives the pressure
inside so he can roll over on it."
Angela stepped forward and reached out her small hand
and wrapped it around this member she had spent hours
dreaming about. She gripped it firmly but with as
little squeezing as she could and slid her hand up to
the big purple head and back to its hairy base. She
was amazed at how the skin just slid along over the
erection inside. It felt so warm and alive and
wonderful.
"Like this?"
"Just like that," Bob said, "you are a natural at
this. Are you sure your mother hasn't had a few
clients over to your house that you practiced on."
"No one. I've never touched a penis before."
"Here at the club it is better to say cock," Jim said
from his seat by the door. "We are a place for fun and
relaxation. Penises and vaginas are fine for the
classroom or clinic where they are spoken of in the
abstract but there is no abstract here so we have
cocks and pussies. There are some words we object to
out of hand like cunt and slut. Those are put down
words and have no place in an atmosphere of equals so
if a client calls your sex a cunt remind him that it
is a pussy. If he calls you a slut tell him in no
uncertain terms that you are a masseuse."
All the time he was telling him this Angela was
stroking Bob's hard cock.
"Do you remember from class why men get erections,
Angela?" he asked.
"So they can put it inside a woman during sexual
intercourse—"
"Oh, my, another clinical classroom term," Jim said.
"Angela this is a place for fun and the fun word is
fucking so feel free to call it that."
Angela nodded.
"So he can fuck a woman with it."
"And what is the goal of fucking—beyond its great
pleasure."
"So that the man will ejac—I mean cum and shoot his
sperm into the woman to create a baby."
"In class when a man does to himself what you are
doing now we called in masturbation just like when you
rub yourself. Around here that is called jacking off.
No one jacks off here at the club, do they, Jim. Not
when they can enjoy a handjob from the masseuse. That
is what you are doing now—a handjob. At home when you
masturbate when do you stop?"
"When I have an orgasm, I mean, when I cum."
"That is the same goal here, to make me cum. But what
happens when man cums?"
"His sperm shoots out."
"Actually it is semen, a mixture of sperm and a
special liquid to carry it. Around here we just call
it cum. The point is that I am about to shoot off a
big load of cum which is normally contained by a
pussy. If it isn't contained it makes a big mess that
has to be cleaned up before the massage can begin so
you need to let me shoot it into your mouth and
swallow it so we don't mess up the room and
ourselves."
"What?"
"Hasn't your mother told you about swallowing a man's
cum or using your mouth instead of your hand to make
him cum which is known as a blowjob?" Jim asked.
"Well, she's not going to let me go with boys until
I'm 16 so I guess she will tell me this stuff then."
"We don't have time to wait, my dear, Bob is getting
very close to cumming so that he can lose that
erection and roll on to his stomach so get your mouth
on it and catch it all and swallow it. Don't let any
slip out. You do want to pass this audition, don't
you?"
Angela bent over and took as much of his cock in her
mouth as she could and began sucking on it like a
straw.
"You don't have to suck on it, Angela, I will be
squirting enough not to need any suction. Just keep
running your tongue around the head. In fact, pull
back so that your lips are sealed around the head and
keep your hand rubbing up and down, just like that, oh
that is so good—get ready—here it comes!"
Angela's mouth was suddenly filled with this substance
that was thicker than water, more like cream but salty
and tangy. She didn't have time to decide whether she
liked it or not she just swallowed so it wouldn't leak
out and ruin her audition. She continued swallowing
until he stopped jerking. Then she did something
totally instinctual, placed the tips of her fingers on
the tube under his penis that is cum moved through and
gently squeezed from the base to the tip like she was
emptying a tube of ketchup and trying to get every
last bit. She did that two more times until she was
satisfied she had gotten every last drop. She let his
limp member slide out of her mouth and then licked it
until it was clean.
"I'd say she passed that with an A , Jim," Bob said
rolling over on his stomach.
"Looked good to me. Now, Angela, you start by
massaging his buttocks and then down each leg making
sure to rub every muscle thoroughly to get out any
kinks or knots. Start with the leg closest to you and
then go around to the other side and work on the other
leg."
She spent three minutes on each leg which seemed to
satisfy both Jim and Bob.
"Now do his arm on that side, then move up and do his
neck and the back of his head and then move around to
the other arm."
This process took her about 10 minutes total.
"Now use the stool and climb up over the client and
sit on his buttocks because it is best to work his
back as a whole and symmetrically. Don't worry. Men
love having an attractive masseuse sitting on them,
don't they, Bob?"
"Absolutely," he replied thinking that he needed to
tell Jim to stop making his masseuses shave. There was
something very erotic about Angela's bush nestling
right at the top of his butt crack and tickling him in
a most erotic way.
Angela spent five minutes doing his back and then it
was time to dismount and have Bob rolled over on his
back.
"Now start with the hip closest to you and beginning
at his waist move on down to his foot then go around
and do the same thing on the other side."
Angela spent slightly more time with the front than
his buttock especially when she was working the
muscles around the base of his cock. She loved to
stroke his thick black bush. It was just as thrilling
to work his inner thigh where she let her hand graze
his ball sack a little more often than necessary. She
was reminded that that was his sperm factory and she
found herself actually craving more of his juice.
"Now just like before work the arm closest to you then
his face and then the other arm."
It took longer on his face than the back of his head
because there were so many muscles but 15 minutes
later she had finished.
"Now all that remains is his torso so climb up and
straddle him like you did before."
Bob Porter was now fully erect again but Jim hadn't
said anything about doing a handjob or a blowjob so
she got up and straddled him and held her pussy over
his erection.
"Well, sit down."
"But I don't want to hurt his cock bending it down or
pushing it up into his stomach."
"Hasn't your mother told you where she puts an erect
penis when it is in the way? There is a perfectly
natural place for it. One that also helps you to stay
on top of him while you work."
"You mean she puts it in her pussy?"
"Most perfect solution in the world?"
"But isn't that sex? I'm still a virgin. And my period
ended two weeks ago. Didn't you teach us that our most
fertile time was around two weeks after a period
ended?"
"You are here as a masseuse not a whore so you are
just doing the most expedient thing to move your job
along. You aren't here to have sex. Now take Bob's
cock and put it out of the way in the most convenient
place for both of you and finish massaging his torso."
Angela reached down and lined the rock hard member up
with her slit that was now slopping wet with her own
juices and slid the head of the large cock along it to
get it lubricated. Then she aimed it at the entrance
to her most private place and lowered herself. She
gasped as the head fully popped into her and lowered
herself some more. She anticipated the tear of her
hymen but soon she was all the way down with her blond
bus mingling with his black one. Then she remembered
the shower with Tom and Barb and the flash of pain as
Tom's fingers slipped deeper within her. He had torn
her hymen after all. She was actually grateful to him.
Now that she was fully impaled she leaned forward and
concentrated on the massage at hand. Five long minutes
later she had finished his torso. She had also had two
small orgasms and was working hard not to fuck the
beautiful prick within her.
Just when she thought she was done and could get the
baby-making monster out of her belly Jim spoke up.
"And now it is time for your finally duty, massaging
his cock with your pussy. Play with those pussy
muscles. Squeeze him. Move up and down on him. Massage
every inch of that hard cock and make him feel better
than he has the entire session."
Angela was happy to comply and began to feel her
former teacher up with her pussy. She slowly lifted up
while she squeezed and then when only his head was in
her slid back down filling her pussy.
"How am I doing, Bob?"
"Beautifully."
"Are you sure this isn't fucking?"
"Well, it is pretty close. Fucking involves both
parties participating."
"How do you mean?"
"Well the man is actively involved like this—"
He cupped her ass cheeks with his hands and started to
buck his hips up into her taking over the rhythm of
their fucking. Angela responded with an orgasm
immediately. Bob kept going until she built up to her
second orgasm and then he erupted inside. His organ
swelling and twitching accompanied by her insides
seeming to turn to liquid put her over the edge with
the biggest orgasm of her young life.
"Oh, my god, we just fucked! I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes."
"Sorry? Why? You passed the audition with flying
colors. Your mother was 14 when she auditioned here. I
was her client back then. Nine months before you were
born."
It took a few minutes before the words he had just
uttered sunk in.
"Hasn't your mother told you who your father is?"
Angela looked up at him in confusion.
"Dad?"
"Hi, honey."
"But you just watched me have sex and didn't stop it."
"Why would I stop it? A good masseuse is prepared to
go all the way. It is one of the clauses you initialed
in your application. You are hired by the way and your
next client is me. Bob will stay and observe."
As he started undressing right in front of her she
lifted herself off of Bob and reached between her legs
to cup her pussy to stop the goo running out of her.
"You came in me?"
"Same time you were climaxing, Amanda. Now you know
what sex is all about."
"But you weren't wearing a condom!"
Jim came to his defense.
"You really need to learn to read what you are
signing. Condoms are never used at the club and pussy
massages are mandatory for all clients. In fact that
is the skill I am going to work with you on right
now."
Both his head and chest hair were grey but his pubic
hair was still dark brown with strands of gray
interwoven. Bob got off the massage bed as Jim took
his place. Angela stood there with her hand still
cupped over her crotch catching excess cum as it oozed
out of her.
"Your mother just drinks it and licks her fingers
clean," Jim said as his pride and joy rose to its full
11 inches of rock hard glory. "Now climb up on me and
show me what skills you have inherited from her."
Angela was awed by the sight of her father's cock and
wasted no time climbing over him and lowering herself
onto him as far as she was comfortable. She felt
bloated but there was still a quarter of him outside
her. She squeezed him as best she could and rose up
and then back down where she was able to take another
half inch more.
"Just keep doing what you're doing and relax and soon
you will have all of it inside you."
Three more times she went up and down and then she was
rewarded with the feeling of her clit mashed between
their pelvic bones and the business end of his cock
was kissing the entrance to her womb at her cervix.
She did her best to ripple her pussy muscles along his
cock as though trying to milk it.
"Oh, yes, Angela, you are a natural! Just like your
mother! Keep doing that. You have the pussy of a
masseuse no question about it."
"This was really mom's first cock?"
"And last for a month. I would have let her start
working right away but she said she had to think about
it. A month later she found out she was pregnant and
came back for a job. Eight months later you came
along."
"If she has been fuck---I mean doing pussy massages
for all this time how come I don't have any brothers
or sisters?"
"She went on birth control after you were born."
Angela just nodded and started to ride her new found
parent as though she really meant it. Soon she
experience mutual orgasm of the incestuous kind and
decided she would have to have many more of them.
"I can start immediately," she said rising off him and
catching their mutual ooze in her hand.
"I hoped you might say that. I booked you with twelve
clients today. Interestingly enough only two want the
full massage you gave Bob. The rest just want pussy
massages."
Angela cleaned her hand off and smiled.
"A full body massage is $75 and includes handjobs and
pussy massages. A handjob is $10 by itself. Pussy
massages are $60. And much faster so you can do more.
By the time this evening is over you should have $750.
When it gets closer to payday the guys can only afford
handjobs but the factory payday was yesterday so we
have lots of call for pussy massages. Go take a shower
and have some lunch you start at one. Most of your
clients are your mother's so I am sure they will treat
you with the utmost respect."
As she showered, Angela thought of her redheaded
friend Susie who was 6 months older than her and had
told Angela that her mother had taken her to the
doctor on her 14th birthday and put her on the pill.
Of course, she didn't have a boyfriend and was told
the same thing that Angela was, she would have to wait
until she was 16 to date. But hormones were hormones
and redheaded Susie was as filled out as Angela and
the males of the species were certainly sniffing
around which was why her mother thought it was better
safe than sorry.
She thought Susie could come and audition Monday and
the two of them could work together. With her red hair
and green eyes Susie was drawing as much attention
from the opposite sex as Angela. She could probably
make big money, too.
Lunch was over and her first client was waiting. He
was John and he was a middle aged salesman with a
gross belly and Angela began to have second thoughts
but she had agreed to do a job and she would keep her
agreement. Luckily John was a quick cummer and she was
off to client number two who was an average Joe—which
was fine because that was his name.
She went to take a shower and rinse out as much sperm
from her pussy as she could before going on to her
next client a big black man named Rudy who was also
big in the one department she had to deal with and he
was also a large cummer. As she showered afterward she
couldn't help wondering if she would become pregnant
like her mother had. What would they say if she had a
half black baby—something entirely possible in her
eyes because he was in so deep it felt like his semen
was squirting right through to her uterus--?
Or a half Asian one as her next client was named Lee
and appeared to be Japanese or Chinese or Korean, she
had no idea how to tell them apart.
The remaining clientele came and went without being
particularly remarkable. Except for a man called Mark
who was in his mid-thirties, an age she had imagined
her father would be until she had met Jim. Mark stood
out because of his red hair. It was almost the same
shade as Susie's. She had never met her parents but
one of them must have red hair. The client was most
appreciative of her services and complemented her on
the remarkable use she made of her pussy muscles in
caressing his cock. It had been an exquisite
experience and he tipped her $20 on top of her $50
fee.
When her final client finished and she showered and
dressed she went to find her dad. Jim was in his
office doing paperwork.
"$770—very impressive for a first day's work," he said
with a note of admiration.
"I was wondering if I could sleep here since I am not
due at my friend Susie's until tomorrow morning—and
since it is summer vacation I was thinking Susie could
use some extra money if you could arrange an audition
for her Monday morning."
"We will be glad to give auditions to any of your
friends. It is good for a woman to have her own means
of making money. But I can't let you sleep here. It's
against club policy."
"Oh," Angela said crestfallen.
"So I will just have to take you home with me."
Angela beamed and ran behind his desk and gave him a
big hug and kissed him on the cheek.
It turned out Jim lived in a one bedroom apartment
with one bed. Angela had no trouble crawling naked
under the covers with him.
"I know what I do is massage but will you teach me
about sex."
"It is basically the same but like Bob said earlier
there is more participation from the man."
With that he kissed her in a most unfatherly way. It
took Angela a moment to figure out how to respond but
she was soon giving back as good as she got. As their
lips locked his hands explored her breasts and belly
and butt and pussy. She ran her hands through his
chest hair and across his taught belly and felt the
cock that had taken her mother's virginity and the
balls that produced the seed that created her.
Soon he rolled her on her back and then moved on top
of her and between her legs. She had been massaging
cocks with her pussy all day but she was always on top
and setting the pace. This was so different. This was
sex, with her father. But it didn't matter because it
felt so different than work. So much better.
Especially when he slid that huge cock into her and
took over the role of pace setter.
He began with long slow strokes and brought her to
orgasm twice before his sped up and she felt that now
familiar swelling and twitching of an orgasming cock
in her pussy. Her 15th satisfied cock in her first
day—even if it was a repeat customer…
In the morning he woke her up with a gentle fuck and
they took turns in his small shower. He took her out
for a hearty breakfast and when they got home she told
him she would see him at work the next day. Then she
was on her bike and heading for Susie's.
When she arrived she met Susie's mom, a good looking
brunette at the door.
"Susie, just went down to the corner store for some
milk. Why don't you take your bike into the garage,
her dad is working on the car. Just come in through
the kitchen door."
Susie rode around where she saw a man working under
the hood of a car. She parked her bike and said,
"Hello, I'm Susie's friend Angela."
A familiar redheaded face peered around the hood.
"Mark?" she whispered. He had a look of absolute
terror on his face. "Don't worry—what happens at the
club stays at the club. I sure won't tell anyone. By
the way I talked to the boss about Susie getting a
job. I made $770 yesterday and that was my first day."
Mark sputtered, "Susie? Massage? $700... Let me think
about it. Her mother can't know."
"Fine by me," Angela said cheerily and went into the
house thinking this would definitely be an interesting
week.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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