AUTHOR'S NOTES:
In this story, my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something sex addicted male exhibitionist) recalls being gang-banged by the female workers in a massage parlour. This is a CFNM story featuring voluntary male nudity, female-of-male body worship, stripping, mild humiliation, very mild femdom, face-sitting, and group sex scenes. This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are over eighteen. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Group Sex".
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It was a mild spring evening in Sydney, Australia. Typical for me, I was naked and horny as hell.
Unfortunately, my girlfriend of several months, Odessa Prince, had just received some deeply troubling news about the health of her mother, who lived and worked in Tempe, Arizona as a marriage celebrant. Odessa was on the phone to her sisters, and was likely to be occupied for the rest of the night.
I was profoundly worried about Odessa and her mother, but when I get horny, I just have to do something about it, regardless of what might be going on around me. I'm something of a prisoner to my sexuality, especially when it comes to desire, kinkiness, and sensual satiation.
Though not officially diagnosed, I'm a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"] I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly up for sex, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time.
All of that, however, was well and truly parked as soon as the beautiful Odessa Prince and I embarked upon a relationship. She wanted us to be monogamous, and even though I knew it would be difficult, I agreed because I was so incredibly taken with her. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy & Odessa Come Together"] We'd since been having a wonderful time together.
With Odessa unavailable, and with my commitment to our fidelity holding very firm, my only option in the face of such serious sexual need was masturbation. I initially considered rubbing one out while looking at sexy images of hot AF "plus-size" model Ashley Graham on my phone, but I eventually opted to draw on my very considerable wank-bank instead.
In the weeks prior to hooking up with the wonderful Odessa, I'd been very busy sexually, and it was one of those experiences that I conjured up in my mind as I wrapped my right hand around my huge cock and proceeded to stroke away................
At 1:00am on a Thursday morning the previous summer, I stood outside Trixie's, a massage parlour in the hip, grungy Sydney suburb of Surry Hills. The rub 'n' tug joint was hidden in a backstreet, and was identifiable only by a small pink neon sign of a fifties-style pin-up girl looking back over her shoulder. The pin-up girl was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and when the sign flashed, the image changed, and she winked and pulled down her knickers to reveal her curvy butt.
Though I'm a sex addict, I've only paid for sex on a few occasions. I've certainly got no moral issues around prostitution, but I just prefer to try and source my own action instead. I was at Trixie's solely on the invitation of Maeve, a very cute Irish girl who had been part of a surprise ten-woman reverse gang-bang I'd enjoyed a few weeks previously. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Reverse Gang Bang"]
After fucking me, Maeve told me to come and see her at Trixie's if I was ever feeling horny. Maeve worked at the small parlour as a sensual massage therapist from Wednesday to Sunday evening. The cute Irish redhead even promised to give me a discount rate...and perhaps a blow-job too instead of the usual handie. I was more interested in Maeve herself, however, than the discount.
I'd been incredibly turned on by the reverse gang-bang, and I'd been jerking off over it ever since. I was desperate to relive it somehow, and Maeve was the only member of the sexual girl-train that I had any real information on. Maeve told me to drop by if I was horny...and I was indeed horny...
very
horny.
"Come on in, sweetheart," came a deep, mature-sounding voice over the intercom after I pressed the door button. "We've got some lovely ladies for you tonight, darling."
"Thank you," I responded, and was buzzed in.
I walked into a dimly lit entranceway, where I was greeted by an attractive woman sitting behind an ornate gold counter. The woman looked to be in her mid-fifties, and had an incredibly curvaceous figure, which was shown off by a tight-fitting black dress. Her breasts were enormous, and she was displaying a lot of cleavage, which got me instantly excited.
"I'm Trixie," the woman -- who could very safely be described as being in the cougar category -- said with a smile. "Welcome to my parlour, young man. My, you are a handsome one, aren't you?"
"Thank you," I responded. "That's very kind. You're very beautiful yourself."
Trixie had dark brown hair piled up in a messy bun, with strands falling around her classically beautiful face. She had strong, confident blue eyes, and wore large, gold hoop earrings that added to her sexy, classy vibe. Though Trixie was lovely, it was her tits and cleavage that were truly stunning. I had to do everything within my power to not stare right at them.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," Trixie scolded me with a good-natured laugh. "But you're very charming. Come through and I'll introduce you to the ladies. Now, you know this isn't a full-service establishment? We just do sensual massage, okay? We have three lovely ladies tonight."
"Um," I gently interrupted, "I'm actually here to see Maeve. She told me she works here on Wednesday evenings. She suggested I drop in if I was ever, um, feeling horny..."
"And so, you're feeling horny tonight, young fella?" Trixie asked with a giggle, and gave me a sly wink. "Got a little something stirring in your undies? I'm sure we can help with that."
"Is Maeve on tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, she is indeed, young man," Trixie replied. "Wait a minute...wait a minute...are you Matt?"
"Yes...yes, I am," I responded. "Did Maeve tell you I might drop by?"
"Yes, she did," Trixie said, and then fixed me with a wicked, knowing smile. "And she also told us what she did to you with all her friends. You got fucked by ten Irish party girls?"
"Oh, my god," I said, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Yeah, I did..."
"God, we couldn't stop laughing about it...they literally lined up and took turns fucking you?" Trixie asked incredulously. "One by one?"
"Yes, they did," I replied, hanging my head. "That's what happened."
"You were like Jodie Foster in