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Chapter 4
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My new massage practice had started with a bang. Literally! I ordered a mobile couch and all the paraphernalia needed, including some very sensual fragrant oil. And as a graphic designer, it only took a few minutes to throw together some simple business cards. I was up and running in a week.
Laura seemed pleased. Admiring my couch which I'd set up in my cramped living room, she bent over it and wiggled her bum in my direction.
"Any clients yet?" she grinned.
"As it happens, yes, just the one," I retorted. "But I picked up a few contacts last week."
In truth, Jenny had jotted down half a dozen names and numbers and slid them into my hand at the end of the party. All women. All married. "I'll spread the word for you," she cooed. "And if you want my advice: whatever you charge, double it. These ladies can afford it."
"It wasn't my intention to..." I started but she cut me off with a wave.
"I know talent when I see it and I know you're going to give my friends a very satisfying service." She leaned in to my ear. "And you can pop over and thank me when hubby's away on business." She pecked me on the cheek and winked as I left.
Laura was still wiggling her bottom over the couch.
"So I suppose they'll be wanting some happy endings," she murmured.
"It was your idea!" I exclaimed. "Don't go all bunny boiler on me now!"
"I know! I know! I'm not complaining," she said. "But I think I should be the one to Christen the couch, don't you think?"
I laughed and pulled her up. "You'd better strip then, and lie back."
I tried the best I could to give her a massage, but of course she was wriggling and writhing within minutes. After the second orgasm, she begged me to fuck her, but I insisted.
"This is supposed to be a proper massage so keep still and enjoy it."
"Oh I'm definitely enjoying it!" She chirped as I rolled her on to her back. "I bet your new client must be in heaven!"
"She isn"t as sensitive and twitchy as you," I laughed. Then I leaned in and whispered. "But yes, she seemed very satisfied."
"Show me what you did to her," she said lasciviously. I stared at her for a moment. She looked back with a wicked smile. It felt a little weird talking about another woman, but what the hell, I thought.
I stood at the end of the couch and parted her legs, gliding my hands along the length of her calves and thighs, up towards her pussy. My fingers brushed over the outer folds of her vulva and she shivered. I stroked them, gently squeezing her labia together. She was soaking wet from her earlier orgasms and fluid oozed out. I ran my thumb into the folds and it brushed against her clitoris. She arched her back and moaned loudly.
While my thumb and fingers were massaging her vulva, I brought my other hand up and rested it on her thighs. I gently rubbed her slit with two fingers to moisten them and slipped them into her opening. It tightened around them as she gasped and I could feel that she was close to yet another orgasm.
Laura was breathing hard and moaning as I rocked my fingers in and out of her vagina.
"Harder," she panted. I increased the pace and pressure.
"More," she cried. "Fuck me hard with your fingers!"
Always good at following instructions, I pummelled her pussy, pushing hard up into her cunt and rhythmically sliding, rotating and curling my fingers. The inside of her cunt was pulsing and squeezing as she writhed and moaned loudly. I kept pinching her labia and rubbing her clit hard with my thumb.
She grabbed my hands and pushed them hard against her groin, her pussy gripping my fingers tightly inside.
"Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh yes!" She cried out. It seems her prayers must have been answered because the waters parted and a flood gushed out of her pussy, washing over my hands. Her legs were shaking wildly as she came several times. Or maybe it was one long orgasm, that aspect of the female anatomy is still a mystery to me. It was rather wonderful to watch her, flushed and glistening with sweat, writhing and bucking with our hands clamped around her pussy.
Eventually the orgasm subsided and she relaxed back on to the couch.
"That. Was. Fucking. Amazing." She said after a few moments.
"Glad you enjoyed it," I replied softly, wiping down the end of the couch with a towel. "You realise That's seventy five quids worth of massage?" I grinned.
She grinned back. "Baby, you're not charging enough!"
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My new enterprise seemed to be going rather well. Within a couple of weeks I had several new clients, including Maya of course. I felt the occasional twinge of worry about going into the homes of married women to essentially get them off or fuck them, even though it was wrapped in the pretence of a "professional relaxation massage". God forbid if any of the husbands turned up unexpectedly! But none of the ladies seemed in the slightest bit concerned, welcoming me into their bedrooms with open arms (and legs ha-ha!)
To keep on top (excuse the pun) I started keeping client notes, as any good masseur should.
Maya (husband: Andy). Loves firm pressure, hands and fingers. Awesome BJs.
