Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Deep Massage (F+M+, massage, sex)
Date: 24 Nov 1995 21:51:02 GMT

			     Deep Massage

	You have just found the place you were looking for. Your
friends said you MUST visit this special Paris massage parlor. They
refused to give you any details, but they promised you would not be
sorry.

	The beautiful woman at the front desk of Chez Child checks
your reservation and lets you into a small shower room. The room is
warm and has bright lights for heating and tanning. You take off your
skirt and blouse, and admire yourself in the mirror. Then you take off
your heels, nylons, bra and panties. You put all of your clothes in a
small numbered locker.

	Most of the small room is taken up by the shower area, and
there is no shower curtain. But the warm lights and the warm water
really make you feel good all over. As you rub soap over your breasts,
you pose for yourself in the mirrors. You like the way you look, and
you are starting to get excited while you watch yourself rub and
squeeze your erect nipples. You turn around and bend over to soap your
legs. You catch a view of yourself in the mirror as you look between
your legs. You spread the cheeks of your ass to rinse the soap off,
and rub your pussy until your inner lips become swollen.

	When you stop the shower, you see the cute french bidet. You
heard about these but never saw one before, so you try it. There is a
soft leather cushion for you to sit on while you spray the warm water
on your pussy. You start to get really turned on, because you can see
yourself really well in the mirror. You spread your pussy lips wide
so the water sprays deep inside you. After playing with your clitoris
for a few minutes, you start to shiver and shake with a beautiful
orgasm. Ummmmmmm.

	While showering and using the bidet, you were waiting for a
green light to come on over the exit door. Now it goes on, and you
hear the exit unlock from the other side. When you go through the
door, you see another small mirrored room. There is a long, narrow,
padded massage table with a towel for you to wrap yourself in. You lie
down on your stomach, covered with the towel and wait for the masseur.
He comes in from a side door. He looks very polite, and professional.
And he is very good looking. But he is blindfolded. He knows you are
there, but he can't see you.

	As he starts to spread oil over your back, the lights start to
get dim. You are really enjoying the massage, which never touches you
in a sexual way. In fact, you start to wish he would slip a hand
under your breast or between your legs, but he doesn't. Suddenly, with
the lights dim, you realize you can see THROUGH the mirror in front of
you into the shower room you just left. It is a one-way mirror.

	In the bright lights of the other room, you see another woman
get undressed. And while your masseur is rubbing oil on you, you watch
the other woman do the same things you did. You watch her pose in the
mirrors while soaping her breasts. You watch her bend over and turn
her ass towards you. And you know that she can't see you. She is just
playing with herself in the mirror. And you watch her masturbate in
the bidet, just like you did. You know the masseur can't see any of
this. Only you can. And he doesn't even know for sure if you are
watching the other woman. You are getting so horny you can't stand it.
You aren't covered by the towel anymore, but he just won't touch your
nipples or pussy.

	You strain and twist your body every way you can to try to
make him touch you sexually. You spread your legs wide while on your
back, but he only rubs the inside of your thighs. You force your
breasts against his hands, but he always misses your nipples. You get
on hands and knees and point your ass and pussy high towards his face.
But he can't see you, and only slightly rubs the edges of your pussy.
In fact, he starts to rub all around your pussy lips, which are now
wide open and hungry. But his fingers never touch the inner lips. You
feel hollow and ache. You push your own fingers in your pussy and, in
only a few seconds, you scream in a wild orgasm, coming almost at the
same time as the woman on the other side of the mirror in the bidet.

	Suddenly the lights get bright. He hands you your towel and
leads you out the back door into a third room. This time HE lies face
up on the massage table, and he pushes his hands into cuffs. You hear
something click, and you see he can't get his hands free. Then the
lights go out completely. As your eyes get used to the darkness, you
realize that you can now see into the middle room. You see the other
woman lie down on the massage table.

	Suddenly you understand. You almost tear his pants as you rip
them down his legs. His swollen cock is yours to do with as you
please, or not please. You straddle his stomach, and lean your breast
into his face, and his mouth closes eagerly over your aching nipple.
You have another orgasm as he sucks on you while you rub your pussy on
his belly. This one is so good that your legs and belly quiver and
shake with it for several minutes.

	By the time the other woman has raised her wide open ass and
pussy into the air, POINTING RIGHT AT YOU through the mirror, you are
ready. You slide the rest of the way down his cock until it fills you
completely. And while the other masseur is teasing the other woman's
pussy, you have the most tremendous series of non-stop orgasms you
have ever had. You almost pass out from head to toe waves of
unbelievable pleasure.

	The lights come on, and you are completely exhausted. You hug
your masseur warmly and kiss his mouth, tongues probing lovingly. And
you whisper, "What is your name? I must meet you again, soon." His
cuffs unlock automatically, and he takes off his blindfold. He softly
locks his eyes with yours, and he lifts and carries you through the
last door. You are still joined, his penis buried hard, tight and deep
in your wet, trembling pussy. Your arms and legs are wrapped around
his strong back. He slides you up and down his penis slowly, once...
twice. And he whispers, "We are not done yet."

	Your masseur carries you into the next room, and carefully
sits in a narrow reclining swivel chair. His strong arms hold you
tightly so that you are not bounced uncomfortably. As he leans back,
he relaxes his grip so that you can move freely. You find yourself
half sitting in his lap, and half lying on his strong, muscular
chest. And he is still deeply embedded in your body. There are no
sides to the recliner. You carefully lower your legs to the floor on
each side of him. His arms are now completely relaxed, but strong and
ready to support you if you lean against them. You slowly try to stand
up, and find that you have enough room to lift yourself completely off
of him. If you wanted to, you could get up and walk away. But you
don't. You are in love with this strong, gentle stranger. All you want
to do is squirm back down, squeezing every inch of his thick cock with
your quivering vaginal muscles. You bury your face next to his neat
beard, rubbing your cheek on the curly bristles between his chin and
his neck. And he swings the chair around to face the other wall.

	Then you remember things aren't always what they seem. When
you look over his shoulder, you know what to expect. You think you
will see that other woman raping her handcuffed masseur. But, you are
wrong. Instead, you see two women sharing one narrow massage table.
The nearest woman is leaning over the near end, with her pussy spread
wide in your direction. She is stretched out on her stomach, and has
her arms wrapped around the hips of the far woman. She is softly
licking and sucking on the far woman's inner thighs and pussy. She is
also dipping her hands in bowls of oil next to the massage table. She
takes the oil and rubs it every place she can reach on the far woman's
body, especially the breasts. You can see her gently squeezing and
pulling on the far woman's nipples.

	In the meantime, a different masseur is getting ready to join
in. He is completely nude, just like the man under you. He has a long
thin hose which is pouring a small, gentle stream of liquid. He starts
spraying the liquid over the near woman's thighs, ass, and pussy.
Then, still holding the hose in position, he steps up to her. Your
view is blocked. But you know he is rubbing his cock in and out of her
pussy, and at the same time is spraying that liquid around his cock
and on her pussy.

	You are so excited by what is going on, that you can't stand
it. You watch the liquid running down their legs and draining into
holes in the floor. Every quiver and shiver of the woman's legs and
ass cheeks is matched by your own quivers and shivers. You lift up and
down on your toes, sliding your pussy up and down your man's cock.
Every muscle spasm in your legs is matched by a muscle spasm inside
your hot, steaming love box. You come, and come, and come until you
almost pass out. When you finally stop moving and collapse on his
chest, you can still feel him inside of you. Every nerve is standing
on end, and your clitoris is buzzing like a bumblebee. Rubbing it on
the base of your man's penis only makes it buzz more.

	The masseur and his partner have apparently finished enjoying
themselves. He strokes her legs and pussy with more liquid, and then
goes over to the far woman. He helps that woman stand up, and the two
of them head for the door. She is leaning heavily on his arm. You see
that she is still shaking from head to toe with spasms. Her fingers
are busy rubbing her pussy, as though she hasn't had enough yet. She
is practically bow legged, as she holds and rubs her crotch while
leaving the room. The door closes behind them.

	Your man gently pulls himself out of you, and leads you into
that room. In the meantime, the near woman rolls onto her back and
slides up to the far end of the massage table. Now, in a flash, you
understand everything. You know what to expect. You know who this
other woman is. Not her name, of course. But you know she watched you
while you showered and masturbated on the bidet. While she was
watching you, she was having her pussy teased. You know she watched
you while you had your pussy teased, in turn. When you were on your
hands and knees begging for your masseur to rub inside your pussy, she
was sliding onto her man's captive penis. When you masturbated
yourself in front of your blindfolded man, she was having a hard cock
climax. But, she didn't see you finally squirm onto your man's cock in
the third room. That was private between you and your man. While that
was happening, she was watching two other women do things. These were
things the two of you were now about to do.

	You feel warm kinship with this woman. She was getting excited
watching you, just as you did with someone else. Now you want to add
your personal touch. You stretch out over the end of the table to
reach her. There isn't enough room for both of you, but that's OK. You
reach your arms around her hips and bury your face in her hot, juicy
pussy. It smells strongly of spices and oils. In fact the whole room
smells like that. You see the bowl of oil on each side of the table.
You dip your hands in the oil and spread it as far as you can reach.
You rub her nipples and gently squeeze them. Her pussy is wide open,
begging for you to stick your whole face, your whole head inside. You
feel her constant, non stop twitching, shivering and shaking. Under
your tender care, the orgasms don't stop. But they become smoother,
more regular.

	Suddenly you feel a warm liquid splash over your own
twitching, itchy pussy. It feels wonderful. Your man is standing
behind you, and is playing with you. He gently splashes the flow over
your thighs, and pussy, and up and down your ass. He even slips a
small finger inside your asshole, but just for a second. It was almost
like he knew that you had an itch there. In fact you itch everywhere
in your crotch. You are busy loving the woman in front of you, but you
are also squirming your ass around. You aim your pussy as high as it
will go, and spread your legs as wide as possible, begging him to give
it to you, hard.

	Then you feel him enter your hot, yearning pussy. Suddenly, he
thrusts hard: once, twice, three times. Then you feel him pushing and
pounding and shooting his hot sperm deep inside you. You go crazy and
explode with orgasm after orgasm, earthquake after earthquake, right
along with him. You feel your cum pouring out, mixing with his hot
sperm. It seems to go on forever, in slow motion. He spurts, you
spurt. He pulses, you contract around his cock. He draws back, you try
to suck him back in like a vacuum cleaner. He thrusts forward, you
squeeze him and spurt at the same time. Over and over. You can feel
the warm hose gushing, his hot cock gushing, and your pussy gushing,
forever.

	Slowly, the volcano subsides. You are on fire. Your face is
burning, your pussy is an inferno of heat and desire. Then you feel
the continued warm (but deliciously cool) liquid from the hose
starting to soothe your burning insides. The liquid continues to
stream all over your pussy and legs, washing you. You finally lift
your face out of the other woman's pussy. You smile apologetically,
because you got a little rough with her. While you were climaxing, you
almost sucked her clit right out of her pussy. But she wasn't
complaining. Her pelvis was pushing against your mouth so hard you
almost split a lip. She is smiling now, and is holding your face in
her hands. Her eyes are shiny, almost as if she is going to cry. You
whisper to her, "Wait for me outside." She nods, and gets up. Your man
slowly pulls out of you and gently rubs down your legs and pussy with
more liquid. Then he massages the inside of your pussy for a few
seconds with his fingers. It is like he is saying "Thank you," and,
"Good bye." Then he comes around the table and helps the other woman
out the door.

	Suddenly you remember. The very first, other woman was
watching this. She and her masseur are now coming into the room. She
was the one that you first saw in the shower. She really turned you on
while you watched her masturbate on the bidet. And you got a good hot
look at her open, straining pussy when she was in the middle room. She
was being teased. Her aching pussy lips were being rubbed all around
but not inside. You watched her frantic wiggling, trying to impale
herself on her man's fingers. You watched her masturbate in
frustration while you were filling your pussy to capacity with your
man's captive cock. She didn't know she was being watched, then. But
she must have been watching YOU a minute ago. She knows the score,
now, too.

	You climb the rest of the way onto the massage table, and lie
down on your back. Your knees are wide apart, and you watch her coming
over to you. There isn't enough room for her, but she knows what you
want. She knows your hot itchy pussy is wide open for her tender care.
You want her cool mouth on you. You want her tongue to lick you inside
and out. You want her to bury her face and head inside you, so that
she can soothe the jerky, quivering spasms racing through your body.
You want to swallow her up with your pussy to fill the aching hollow
need.

	She wants to satisfy you, too. She is gentle. She strokes your
pussy, inside and out, with her lips and tongue, while she rubs your
sides, chest and nipples with her hands. She spreads oil all over you
and soothes your jangled nerves. You almost fall asleep, because she
is so gentle and loving. Her face is buried in you from chin to
eyebrows. But the orgasms don't stop. They are softer now, but still
come in a continuous stream of rolling pleasure. Wave after wave.

	Then, she starts getting crazy. She squeezes your nipples
harder. She sucks and licks faster. Her eyes jump up to meet yours in
horror, and she almost looks like she is BEGGING you to do something.
Then, ZOWIE, her eyes open and close frantically. She sucks so hard
she almost tears your clitoris out. You know exactly what is
happening. She is getting the best climax of her life at the same
time. It is more than you can take. You go into another round of
impossible orgasms, half because of her mouth on you, and half because
of remembering what is was like for you a few minutes ago. The two of
you buck and twist and push against each other. You try to push
yourself down to her end of the table. Her tongue isn't enough. You
want to feel her man's cock. You want him to push it through her and
deep inside of you, deeper than her tongue can reach.

	You want her man, NOW, but it's impossible. There is no more
energy left to do anything. It's over. Time to go home. You stroke
your new friend's face, and you want to hug her till you cry. The two
of you have just shared unbelievable ecstasy together. She mumbles
something to you and you nod. You struggle off the table. You can
hardly stand up. You can't control your legs, because everything is
shaking. If you didn't know better, you'd say you were still having
more orgasms. It sure feels like it. You are horny, and squirming and
shivering and feel hot flashes of pleasure from head to toe. You try
to walk to the door, and can't stop rubbing yourself. You bend your
knees and stick your fingers inside and rub, fast and hard. You can't
stop. It's like scratching an itch. You can't leave it alone, and
scratching only makes it itch more.

	You feel a strong arm around your waist, holding you up. It is
her man. As the door closes behind you, you lean against it. You
reach for his cock with both hands, and pull him to you. He is a
stranger, but you want him. He surrounds your hands with his own, and
helps you squeeze. He gently rubs his tongue across your nipples and
gives both of them a slow, gentle suck, sending sparks through your
pussy. His mouth reaches for yours, and you kiss slowly, deeply,
forever, with tongues probing.

	He then gently rubs your burning love box with his hand. He
softly and slowly itches the inside of your pussy for you with his
fingers. Your vaginal muscles have now settled into a rapid, smooth,
unstoppable orgasm. The rhythm of contractions keeps steady pace with
your racing heart beats. He understands why you are pulling his cock
towards your pussy lips: his fingers just aren't reaching high enough
inside you. Still standing, he gently inserts his throbbing cock into
your perpetual motion squeeze box. The edge around the head of his
penis is exactly what you were begging for. It reaches deep and rubs
all of the hot itchy spots inside you perfectly. He whispers in your
ear "Now it's my turn."

			       The End