Archive-name: 3plus/massage2.txt

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Archive-title: 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 lay 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 lays 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 lay 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

laying 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 lay 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 -



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