Although Gerda, like myself, is a European, I first met her in the United States following the second world war. She was a qualified masseuse in her native country, but when she arrived in her new home, found that as such, it would be difficult to earn a decent living.
But Gerda was and is not the type to allow difficulties to stop her. In addition to her professional skills, she also had going for her the fact that she was then young and beautiful, with a stunning figure. By stunning, in this case, I mean she stood five-ten and weighed one hundred and fifty-five pounds, none of which was fat.
Her flaxen hair framed a face that was strong, yet smiled easily. It was as though her face was the label which told of the contents of the package: strength, warmth and beauty, fortified by a higher than average intelligence.
Knowing that she was not able to establish her own salon immediately on her arrival in one of our largest cities, she made the rounds of the salons there, starting with the ones which had the biggest ads in the yellow pages of the telephone directory.
But though her fingers did the walking in the appropriate manner, she did not immediately get the promised results. She had a few interviews and even a few offers of employment, but these involved her starting at the bottom of the salary scale.
This may have been good enough for others, but not for Gerda. She was better than that and she knew it. That being the case, she was not prepared to allow herself to be taken advantage of and so she kept looking.
Her fortune took a turn for the better when she met a masseuse in her late forties who ran a small establishment. Without paying much attention to Gerda's credentials, the woman turned her attention to Gerda's size and beauty, making it clear that she was impressed by both. When she asked intimate questions about Gerda's sexual experience, the applicant was not at all upset, but replied freely and candidly, explaining that any sex acts she had not by then experienced, she would be willing to try.
Asking whether the woman operated a massage parlor or a brothel, Gerda drew a warm smile from the woman and a statement that in her view, both the massage parlor and the brothel, if properly operated, aimed at providing physical pleasure to the client and that if their methods sometimes overlapped, no harm was done.
In response to Gerda's logical question as to whether all American massage parlors operated on that basis, the woman assured her that most parlors offered nothing but straight massage and no nonsense, but that her philosophy differed.
She explained that when males or females wanted some form of physical stimulation beyond normal massage, then she was pleased to provide it for a price. She went on to point out that while she was still healthy, strong and sexually adventurous, age was working against her so that her clientele was beginning to fall off to the extent that she was being forced, through simple economics, to accept some clients she would have previously rejected as not measuring up to her standards.
Refusing to hedge, she admitted that if Gerda would team up with her, it would provide her business with a new lease on life and that both would be well rewarded financially.
After Gerda assured her that she too was sexually adventurous and did not draw lines of distinction between male and female clients, the woman offered her a share of the business and a generous guaranteed minimum salary to come into the business with her.
Gerda agreed and did not hesitate to disrobe when the woman asked her to. The eyes of the woman shone with what appeared to be admiration as she examined the body of the statuesque blonde, employing her eyes and her hands in the process.
When the woman asked her to, Gerda got onto the table and permitted the examination to proceed in an even more intimate manner which culminated in the woman performing cunnilingus on her and bringing her to orgasm.
Later, the woman declined Gerda's offer to return the favor, pointing out that her willingness to do so was more than sufficient. Some business agreements are sealed by a handshake, theirs involved a much more intimate contact to make it official, but they became partners as of then with an official contract being drawn up later.
Delighted with the prospects of her new life which offered both financial and sexual rewards in abundance, Gerda began to keep a diary in which she recorded not just her activities, but her reactions and the reactions of her clients as well.
In addition to being a more than efficient masseuse, in j the very broadest sense, Gerda also became a student of human nature, probing beyond the obvious sexual tastes of her many clients to seek out the hidden motivations and hungers which drove them onto her table and into her arms, which caused them to want to grovel at her feet while she inflicted corporal punishment on them, brought them to beg to be permitted to perform sexual acts which would horrify the less liberally minded.
When I first met Gerda, I was struck by her deep understanding of human nature. In spite of her lower class background, she had read and understood the writings of many of the philosophers who were my teachers in Europe. She did not accept everything they said, as I did not, and we enjoyed long sessions of stimulating discussion on the subject of human sexual behavior.
As our mutual trust and respect grew, she showed me her diaries which further astounded me. I have read the writings of professional men which fell far short of meeting her high standards of human understanding, her perception of what it is that makes all men different, yet all the same.
When I urged her to consider publishing her diaries complete with her personal observations, she laughed off the suggestion on the grounds that she was a masseuse and not a writer. No amount of coercion would shake her resolve.
Not long ago, she suggested that perhaps her observations could be of some value to others in understanding human nature, and asked me to collaborate with her in this work.
Needless to say I was delighted. I have used material from her diaries in the past, but the opportunity to work them into an entire volume struck me as being more than a wonderful opportunity, but as a challenge-a challenge to measure up to her standards in the understanding of human nature, of physical and emotional need, of human sexual behavior.
This work, then, is my response to that challenge. I have chosen to write it in the first person, but unless otherwise stipulated, the "I" refers to Gerda, not to me.
Not trusting to memory, we taped countless hours of conversation, observation and even argument in preparing this manuscript.
In arranging and presenting the material from these diaries, I have avoided seeking sensationalism or shock for shock's sake. On the other hand, they have been kept with such delightful and refreshing candor, that I felt it would be an act of vandalism to attempt to launder them so that they would not offend the Nervous Nellies of both sexes with which our society abounds. To such persons, I recommend that they not attempt to read this book, that instead, they sit before the television set and watch for reruns of The Good Ship Lollipop.
Rather than attempt to chapterize or classify material in this work along any restrictive lines, I have chosen to break it into individual incidents, much the way I employ actual case histories in my own books.
This treatment will, I trust, prove satisfactory to the reader, while permitting me to remain as close as possible to the spirit of Gerda's diaries.
MY FIRST CLIENT
I was twenty-four years old at the time and it was my first day on the job with my benefactress and partner, Lil. She had told me all about the client who was to arrive for his treatment at four that afternoon.
His name was John and he was a businessman in his mid-thirties, a rising young executive with a proper, not very sexually imaginative wife, who depended on these calls at the parlor to keep his emotional needs under control.
To balance his day to day role as an executive who gave orders and demanded that they be carried out efficiently, he required those times when he was a helpless little boy who had done wrong and was to be punished for it. He needed to cry and grovel at the feet of a superior woman, to be beaten and to plead for mercy.
John did not know about me, and when Lil introduced us, I saw him tremble with excitement as his eyes widened and moved up and down my body.
"I think you'll like Gerda's treatments," she told him, a little smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "Gerda knows just how naughty little boys should be treated, and she has the strength to hand out what naughty boys need to make them better."
Patting him on the bottom, she watched as I put an arm around the man's waist and led him into the treatment room at the far end of the hall on the floor above.
"My God, you're beautiful and exciting," he told me as we approached the room. "Please use all your strength when you beat me. I've often dreamed of being beaten by a stern, arrogant Germanic woman."
"Don't worry," I assured him as we entered the room and I closed the door behind us, "I will be as arrogant and cruel as you want me to be. You will cry like a little boy and beg me for mercy. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes," he told me, his voice trembling as his body was.
"I believe you would like to wait for a few minutes before we start?"
"Yes, please. Lil has told you about me, has she?"
"Yes John," I told him as I unfastened my smock and took it off to let him have a good look at me in black bra, black, sheer nylons panties, garter belt, sheer nylons and high heeled black pumps.
When he declined my offer of a cigarette, I lit one and, ignoring him, walked casually around the room, assuming different poses, bending from time to time with my back to him so that my sheer panties stretched across my big rear, adjusting the cups of my bra or the crotch of my panties, and generally doing everything I could to really get the man even more worked up than he already was.
I saw the bulge in the front of his pants that told me how excited he was and, remembering what Lil had told me of his likes and dislikes, I went to him as he stood trembling, unzipped his fly and took his erect penis out.
Holding him with my left hand on the seat of his pants, I worked his penis back and forth as though I were going to masturbate him, then I released it and told him to put it back in his pants and kneel on the floor.
He did as he was told and I thought he would fall over, he trembled so violently. Ordering him to keep his hands at his sides, I decided to add a few varieties of my own to the treatment, so I walked to him and did not stop until I felt my panties brushing his face.
Putting a hand behind his head and pulling his face up against the point where my panties bent into my crotch, I told him to inhale deeply. I had him do it many times before I released his head and moved back. As I looked at him, I saw tears in his eyes and guessed that he enjoyed humiliation even more than Lil understood.
"When did you last pull yourself?" I threw the question at him and watched him blink.
"A ... a few days ago," he stammered.
"Why didn't you take your wife to bed and stick it between her legs instead?" I demanded.
"She's so frigid, she just lies there with her legs barely open wide enough for me to get into her. It's like doing it to a corpse. I get more enjoyment out of doing it with my hand and thinking exciting thoughts."
"Take your (penis) out and show me how you pull yourself," I snapped.
Trembling, he opened his fly again, took his penis out and began masturbating. I kept him doing it until I saw the danger that he would ejaculate, then I told him to stop and put it back in his pants.
"When you are at home tonight, before you go to bed," I told him, "you are to go to the bathroom, drop your pants and shorts and think of how I look in my bra and panties. While you're thinking of me, you are to masturbate and catch all your juice in your left hand. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Take your jacket off and hang it over the back of that chair," I told him. He obeyed meekly.
"Come to me now," I told him as I sat on a low stool, "take your pants and shorts down and show me your bare bum."
Again he obeyed instantly and I felt my own body going wild with arousal. It thrilled me to have a man so fully at my mercy, so willing to be degraded. I had him bend so that I could feel his buttocks and even pull them apart to examine him even more intently. On an impulse, I reached between his legs and cupped his big, hairy (scrotum) in my hand, giving it a little squeeze.
"Would you like me to squeeze until I made you scream with pain?" I asked as I squeezed a little harder.
"Oh, no," he gasped, "please don't do that. I'll be good, I promise, I'll do anything you want."
Removing my hand, I held him around the waist with my left arm as I stood beside him, gave him a hard spank on each cheek of his behind and told him to pull his pants up at once.
"Strip to the waist," I told him, coldly.
"Why, Mummy?" he asked, tears in his eyes. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to punish you for pulling yourself," I told him. "I'm going to take your pants down, put you across my lap and spank your bare behind until it burns."
"Oh no, Mummy, don't spank my poor little bum-bum. You'll hurt me and make me cry," he pleaded convincingly as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Of course I'll hurt you, you dirty little boy. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life. I'll give you something to think about the next time you feel like pulling your wire."
His shirt off, he pulled his singlet over his head and dis played a good body, a strong, smooth chest with only a little hair on it. I felt a strong urge to take him in my arms for a passionate kiss, but I knew that would spoil it for him. Above all, I had to remain cold and domineering, any display of a more gentle or romantic emotion would end for him the spell I was weaving.
Sitting on the stool again, I parted my legs wide and allowed him to gaze hotly at the narrow strip of nylon for a few seconds, then I put my hand on it and rubbed slowly.
"Yes, John," I told him as I went on rubbing, "I'm in a very horny mood because I'm going to take your pants off and spank your bare ass for you. I just love spanking you and listening to you cry. Come here, I'm going to let you see how hard I can spank when I'm in the right mood for it."
I could see him tremble as he approached me and stood between my parted legs as I took my time about reaching to open the front of his pants and sliding the zipper down as he began to sob.
"Please don't spank me, Mummy, I'll be a good boy and won't pull myself again," he begged.
"It's too late for promises," I told him as I allowed his pants to fall down his legs then reached for the waist of his tight fitting briefs and pulled them well down too.
"Lie down across Mummy's nice smooth thighs and give me your bare bum so that I can spank it and make you cry."
Until then, he had been merely sobbing, but as he moved around to lie over my lap, he began to cry. I knew then that I was a success. Even though I had never before spanked a man, I had him crying before I even started and knew he would cry a lot more before I finished.
"Oh Mummy ... Mummy ... don't spank my bum," he sobbed like a very little boy as I took my time about adjusting him into what I considered to be the best position. To test it, I brought a hand down lightly on his behind and it felt just right. While he was still sobbing for his mummy not to spank him, I wrapped my left arm around his waist and began spanking, making each a hard stinging slap and allowing time for the sting to sink in before delivering the next one.
Remembering what I was supposed to be spanking him for, I scolded between spanks, telling him that every time I caught him pulling himself I was going to give him another spanking. He cried very loudly and the way he kept rubbing across my thighs, I was afraid he was going to go off and leave my thighs sticky.
I had no way of knowing how much spanking was enough, so even when I had him crying very loudly and both his nether cheeks glowing a bright red, I kept right on going. I reasoned that he was paying good money to be spanked and that I should give him full value for it.
When my right hand became sore, I stopped spanking him. He went on crying, his body twitching on my lap, so I held him there and gave his red, hot buttocks a nice massage. From time to time I would use a finger and thumb to give a burning cheek a little pinch and that really made him squirm across my thighs.
After a little while, he switched from crying to sobbing and I told him to get off my lap. I saw that he still wanted to play the little boy role as he got to his feet, sobbing and calling me mummy as he thanked me for spanking him and promised to be a good boy.
During the hardest part of the spanking, his (penis) had gone soft, but as I watched, it rose stiffly again and stood straight up and out, the foreskin drawn back to show the big, swollen head which throbbed with desire.
Lil hadn't mentioned anything about sexual intercourse and I didn't suggest it, deciding that if he wanted it he would ask for it. I doubted that he would though, since I had been his mummy during the spanking and I didn't think he would want to (intercourse) his mother.
I saw his right hand move to his (penis) and guessed that what he really wanted was to masturbate. I had never masturbated a man, but when I was a little girl, I was in a wooded park with a bunch of other girls when a man came along, took out his stiff penis and while he smiled at us, he masturbated until he saw his juice spurting. I knew I could give him what he wanted.
"Would Mummy's little boy like to shoot his load now?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Mummy," he replied, his eyes shining, his hand closing around the shaft of his tool.
Getting up, I stood close behind him, pressing my panty clad tummy against his hot behind. I took his hand off his penis and wrapped mine around it. Not only was my hand soft and smooth, I knew, but it was still warm from having spanked his behind.
He sighed at my touch and I moved my hand back and forth very slowly so that it would last.
"Does that feel nice, dear?" I asked in a whisper as his behind pressed and rubbed against me.
"Oh yes, Mummy, that feels so nice. Are you going to pull me right off and let me shoot?"
"Yes dear, Mummy loves her little boy and she is going to make him feel nice now."
"Ooh, Mummy, Mummy," he panted, his behind rubbing fast and hard against me, "I'm almost there, I'm going to shoot."
"That's nice, dear," I whispered, jerking him slowly, "but don't make a mess on the floor. Catch it all in your hand like a good boy or Mummy will have to spank your bum again."
I felt his body twitching against me, heard him give a series of little grunts and groans, then he began going off. I held his penis firmly while he spurted thick semen into his hand, his knees sagging, his whole body jerking as though he would fall down.
When he finished shooting, he gave a long sigh and I told him he could go to the connecting bathroom and clean up. He did, and by then I was so worked up that I jerked my panties down, got a finger into my (vagina) and began diddling myself. My clitoris was hard and sensitive and while the man watched from the bathroom, I went on doing myself with my fingers until I came.
John stood with his hand full of juice, staring and seeming to gasp for breath as my body went through a hot series of shakes and jerks. It was a first class orgasm and left me feeling perfectly content.
While he emptied and washed his hands, he said that he had never seen a woman fingering herself and that the sight had been thrilling. Smiling and telling him I was pleased that he enjoyed it, I gave my pussy a rub before pulling my panties back up and smiling at him.
Before leaving, he insisted on giving me a generous tip for having given him what he termed the best warming of his life. Previously he had come to the parlor about twice a month, but from that day on, he was a regular weekly client.
As I got to know him better, I discovered that he was an only child and had never been spanked until the age of thirteen when his mother discovered that he had been masturbating.
His mother pushed his pants and shorts down and took him over her lap. He felt a wild sense of excitement as he lay across her thighs, feeling the smooth warmth of them through her thin dress.
She spanked him with her hand and it stung and caused him to cry, but in spite of it, his penis went erect and before she finished spanking, he felt himself ejaculating.
Pressing hard on her, his body jerked in the motion of sexual intercourse and he went off all over her dress. She was horrified when she realized what was happening, and never spanked him again after that even though he tried to talk her into it and even begged for it.
John never stopped wanting those "mummy" spankings, and when he could afford it, he began paying prostitutes to do it to him. Few of them were good enough to please him though, since they did not play the "mummy" role the convincing way he wanted it done.
When he discovered Lil's specialist parlor and took his first "mummy" spanking from her, he had found a real mummy who could give him what he wanted. After the time I spanked and masturbated him, he wanted me to take care of him each time he called.
Rather than being jealous, Lil was delighted that our client was so happy with me. In addition to tipping after every spanking, he also told his trusted friends about our parlor and the special services we provided. Of course he did not specify spankings, but let them know that we would perform any service they wanted and that our fees for such services were not unreasonable.
It seems he gave me good reviews because most of the men he sent to us asked for me rather than Lil. This was just fine for both of us. Lil wasn't crazy about working but loved the increased income, while I enjoyed both what I earned and the way I earned it.
I have always been a sexy person and it delighted me to have such wild fun with both men and women and to make such good money doing it. I wondered if that would still be the case after a few years, and I am delighted to find that after many years of operation, I still feel a strong sense of excitement when I enter the treatment room for a special, sexual treatment.
It makes no difference what the client wants. I know in advance that it is going to be exciting for me. There is no difference for me whether the client is a man or an aroused woman since I have become a complete bisexual and make no distinction between male or female when it comes to sex.
A STRAIGHT WOMAN
Before I became a partner, Lil's business had been going downhill with the result that we were obliged to take any clients we could get, even the straight ones who wanted only an ordinary massage.
Out of economic necessity we accepted the straights since even their small fees helped, but I didn't like the idea. When I saw a man or woman strip naked and get onto the table, it seemed like a terrible waste of time, money and opportunity to give a simple massage.
This was very much on my mind a few days after John, when I went into the treatment room with a woman of about thirty or so. Even fully clothed she was a beauty, and I sensed that naked she would be a real stunner. I watched as she removed her dress and slip and saw that I was very right.
When she took her bra off, her breasts jutted boldly and my mouth watered with desire to close over them. She saw me feasting my eyes on her and I noticed that she did a lot of trembling as she pushed her panties down to step out of them.
She still had her garter belt and nylons to go, so I kept right on staring as she worked on them. I began for the first time to wonder if she would perhaps like to get a more elaborate working over than she had asked for, and made up my mind to find out, reminding myself to be wary, lest I scare her and perhaps start her yelling for police, screaming rape.
I ran the shower for her and she hurried through it. When she stepped out, I decided to try towelling her. At first she was tense, then as I dried her beautiful body a little more intimately than was strictly necessary, I saw that her tension was fading.
"Isn't it a luxury to have someone towel you instead of having to do it yourself?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," she replied, her voice a shade less than firm.
"I hope your husband does it for you," I ventured as I noticed her wedding ring.
"What a dreamer you are," she replied with a smile she didn't really feel. "My husband's idea of romance is reading the Dow Jones listings."
"If you'll pardon my saying so," I told her, keeping my tone warm and sincere, "your husband is a fool to let what you have go to waste."
She thanked me and I tossed the towel aside and led her to the table where I had her lie on her tummy. When I looked down at her, I felt an urge to tear my clothes off and get on top of her, but I forced myself to keep under control.
I held the oil in my cupped hand even longer than usual to make sure it was warm when I began applying it to the back of her shoulders and upper back. Her skin was like silk even without the oil and her flesh was firm.
"Oh God, you have a good touch," she sighed. "I stopped going to the masseuse I used to use because she had the touch of a wrestler."
"I'm glad you like it," I told her, continuing to excite her with my fingertips as I massaged her upper back. "It is my role to treat the client the way he or she wants. I have some who want me to be very rough, and I can do that well, but I guessed you would appreciate a more gentle touch. I sense that you are a very sensitive woman."
"Are you really a masseuse or a psychologist?" she asked, smiling a little as she turned her head to look at me while my hands began to work down her back.
"I'm whatever the client wants me to be," I replied.
"Do you massage men as well as women?" she wanted to know.
"Of course."
"I'll bet some of them get ideas when they're naked and you're rubbing them. Do some of them make passes?"
"Sure, so do some women."
"Do you have trouble keeping them in their place?"
"Not at all. Their place is here while they are clients. After all, there are many types of massage and who am I to refuse a client what he or she wants."
I saw that she was fishing, so I encouraged her to go on asking questions as my hands worked down the small of her back and approached her swelling nether cheeks. She had a lovely set and I was dying to get my hands on them.
"Then some people come to you when they don't really want a massage at all?"
"As I say, you can call anything massage." I held oil in both my cupped hands, then moved them to the big, firm cheeks of her bottom.
As I did, I gave them a fairly firm squeeze before I began massaging them. I knew then that I was going to have a good try at seducing her. Lil would have killed me if she'd known what I was up to, since she lived in constant fear of running into a police spy and facing a charge which could cost her her license as a masseuse.
Still, I didn't give a damn. Her response was too real to be pretended and I was positive she was just a beautiful, frustrated housewife whose husband put very expensive clothes on her back and bracelets on her wrists, but didn't put enough between her lovely legs.
I wasn't sure whether she was then aware of what I had in mind, but I determined that before I let her off the table, I was going to make her crawl and beg for it. By the time I finished working on her beautiful bum, I had her responding well enough to tell me that I couldn't miss and that if I chose to, I could just roll her over, open her legs and go down on her. I didn't though, choosing instead to really get her worked up.
"It's a pleasure to massage such a beautiful body," I told her as I helped her roll over onto her back. I paused and let her see my eyes move from her face to her breasts then down to the thick patch of pussy hair where my gaze held until I saw her fighting to keep from squirming.
I surprised her by moving from massaging her upper arms and breasts, to the area immediately below her big, firm breasts. They were not as big as mine, but they were big enough and beautifully firm. I was saving them for a little later as part of my plan.
After I had done her tummy, I again held oil in both palms, warming it thoroughly. Our eyes met just before I closed my hands over her breasts and as I did, I allowed the tip of my tongue to slip out and lick my red lips in a most suggestive manner.
I watched her body tremble and knew she was all mine whenever I wanted to take her. I gave her breasts a real working over, gently but firmly. Before I finished them, her pink nipples stood up hard and sensitive. I saw that her eyes were misty with desire and that was just what I wanted.
"I'll do your thighs now," I told her. "They're so lovely that they deserve very tender care. Are you enjoying your massage so far?"
"Yes," she responded, the word coming right from deep in her belly. "I've never had a massage like this before."
"I'm not finished yet," I told her in what was close to a whisper as I oiled her thighs lightly and began to massage them, working my way slowly down all the way to her knees, then starting back up.
It required only a slight pressure of my fingertips and they parted for me. She saw me stare between them, right up at the top of the vee where they met her beautiful body.
"That's it," I urged, warmly as I saw her knees begin to bend upward, "get your knees up nice and high." As she raised them, I moved them farther apart and sent my hands to the silken inner surfaces.
As my hands rubbed steadily upward, I soon had her lush behind squirming on the table. She was no longer able to hide her arousal, had stopped even trying and knew it was only a matter of time before something else happened to her, something she had not bargained on when she came to the parlor for what she thought would be a routine massage.
"I'm getting much too warm," I told her as I stepped a little back from the table and removed my smock. As I pulled it off my arms, I heard her intake of breath and watched her body give a strong jerk.
Returning to her, I put my hands back on her inner thighs and moved them not in the motion of massage at all, but with the touch of lover's hands until they were high up and in her crotch. I was careful not to touch those luscious looking pink lips as I crotch rubbed her with both hands while she squirmed.
"I'm ready now," I whispered hotly, "are you?"
"Yes, Christ yes," she panted as her behind bounced up and down on the table, her crotch open so wide that it must have been hurting her.
Licking my lips again, I pressed one hand flat onto her hot pussy and thought she would fly off the table at my erotic touch.
"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" I asked in a husky whisper.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... no woman ever did this to me before. I'm dying for it. Please don't torture me like this. Do it ... do something."
"Something with my face between your lovely thighs, with my wet mouth right on your sweet pussy?" I asked as my hand went on rubbing, bringing moisture to the pink lips.
"Yes ... yes ... pleeeeease ... ooohhhhh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh," she panted, going out of her mind with lust and desire to have it slaked by my mouth and tongue.
Getting into position, bending over the end of the table, I gripped her hips with both hands, moved my face into her crotch and exhaled, knowing how my hot breath must feel on her super aroused (vulva).
I sucked the soft lips right into my mouth and she gave a cry that filled the room and caused me to tremble as fires grew in the crotch of my panties. My fingers dug into her firm flesh as I sucked those luscious lips a little longer, then drew another groan from her as my tongue slipped inside.
As much as I enjoy sex with a man, there is nothing that thrills me as much as the response of a properly aroused woman when she feels my tongue going into the heat of her slit in search of her clitoris. She was no exception in her response and her crotch rubbed my face as it jerked up with the force of a rocket.
I don't know how long it had been since her pussy had been serviced in any way, but I have never known a woman to respond more strongly than she did as I really went to work on her with my mouth and tongue. I could hear the wet sounds my mouth was making and that always heats me up even more. It obviously had the same effect on her because she began a steady groaning that did not show any sign of stopping until the groans changed to high pitched cries, her body jerking violently, and she came with my mouth still glued to her (vulva).
"I must have died," she sighed a little later as she seemed to return to the land of the living, "when I came and went straight to heaven. You are an angel, aren't you?"
"If so," I smiled, standing by the table, one hand rubbing the crotch of my panties, "then I'm the horniest angel you've ever seen. It really was good, was it?"
"Good isn't the word," she panted. "I've never had men do that to me, but it was never like that."
"Men are all right," I agreed, "but only a woman can really understand the right blend of tenderness and greedy eating. You have a sweet one, I could suck it for hours without stopping."
"I couldn't stand it," she said, still panting, "I'd go out of my mind."
As though she had only then noticed that I was rubbing myself, she moved on the table, caught the waist of my hot panties and pulled them down. A second later, one arm was around my bum and she was fingering my clitoris the way I really wanted. It seemed to be only seconds before my behind was swaying and jerking as I went off with that delightful finger still inside.
As I pulled my panties up again to keep in all the warmth she had inspired, I smiled and thanked her for helping me out.
"After what you did for me, it was a pleasure," she said, her eyes shining, her voice warm and breaking. "Do you have a little time to talk?"
Checking my watch I told her I didn't have another client for about twenty minutes and that I'd love to talk to her. At her request, I removed my bra and showed her that my big boobs were as big and firm as they looked. She handled them like an extremely precious pair of fragile gems and I liked her touch.
"Have you really never been made love to by a woman?" I asked.
"No, that's the truth. You've converted me though. No man has ever made me feel the way you did. Were you just doing your job or did you really enjoy it?"
"Both. I really shouldn't have seduced you, for all I knew you could have been a police plant, but I just couldn't help myself, I just had to go down on you."
We talked more and I explained that at our parlor we performed any imaginable sexual act. I told her what we charged and she seemed delighted. I had been afraid that she would be horrified at finding out that I was, actually a prostitute, but she was actually pleased to know that I was what I was and that I was available for treatment any time she felt in the mood.
She returned for her next treatment two days later and paid for a full hour of treatment. We did not bother with conventional massage, but both stripped naked except for garter belts and nylons.
She wanted to talk first and that didn't bother me. She told me of the many nights of turning away from her frigid husband and going to the bathroom to masturbate. She told too of how she threw herself at tradesmen and delivery boys who came to her home, surprising and thrilling them by pulling her dress up to her waist and offering them whatever they wanted as long as they made her come.
"Boys, especially innocent ones, are the best," she told me. "You should see the way their eyes light up when they see my thighs and panties. They don't know what to do, but I'm always pleased to show them."
Her eyes shining with excitement, she played with my breasts as she told me in detail of how she enjoyed doing things with boys, making them suck her breasts and go down on her in different positions, then letting them (have sexual intercourse).
I saw that she was more than ready for action then, so I laid her out on the table with her bum partly over the end. She raised her legs high and I went down on her and soon had her kicking those lovely legs as my tongue triggered an orgasm quickly.
She was a little shy later as she told me that she'd like to find out how it felt to (perform cunnilingus). I was more than pleased to cooperate and was soon lying on the table with her beautiful face in my crotch. Like any woman who dares to try, she quickly found that muff diving is both easy and fun and went on to give me a delightful eating that brought me off with a bang and excited her as much as it did me.
I felt guilty about taking money from her when I had enjoyed myself so much, but she insisted, telling me that she had more money than she could use and was delighted to spend some of it so excitingly.
Lorna, which was her name, became one of my most regular customers, often coming to the parlor two or three times a week for treatments which we both enjoyed immensely.
LORNA'S LITTLE BOYS
While this incident does not relate to my work as a masseuse, I found it most exciting and I want to include it here since I feel it belongs, A few weeks after I had seduced Lorna, she visited me for a treatment and was more excited than usual. We played around for a while, went down on each other once, then sat talking.
She told me that the previous day, one of her boys, her fifteen year-old paper boy had brought along his thirteen year-old brother at her request and that she had enjoyed a real ball with the two of them.
It seems that without mentioning the lesbian aspect of our relationship, she told them about her big, blonde friend with the big breasts and behind. Delighted as the boys were with Lorna, they were naturally curious about me and told of how they would love to see a woman like me in the nude.
Never one to turn down anything that promised fun, she promised them she would try to get me to the house to undress and play with them. The moment she told me of her plan, I became as excited as she and agreed to meet them.
I had never had anything to do with any male of less than twenty or so, and the idea of letting a couple of little boys watch me strip naked and play with me just struck me as being the most exciting thing in the world. We made a date, selecting a quiet time at the parlor, and I kept it with great excitement. As I walked into her house with Lorna, my thighs were rubbing together and my panties were so hot that I expected to smell smoke.
We chatted and sipped drinks for a little while, then the boys arrived. They were cute, fresh faced lads, both looking even younger than their age.
I was sitting with my legs crossed, showing a nice amount of nylon top and bare thigh above, and I saw the two stare in that direction. Smiling, I pulled the hem of my dress a little higher and invited them to have an even closer look and to give my thighs a little feel if they felt like it.
They were more than eager and they did give me one very nice rubbing. As they did, I felt the front of their pants and was not surprised to find that both were hard. I guess I would have been disappointed and offended had they not been.
Pulling the younger one close to me and holding him around the waist, I opened his fly and took his little dill pickle out. He blushed like mad, but I made him feel better by telling him that in a little while I was going to let him stick it in my (vagina) and ride my big belly.
Lorna and I took off our dresses and slips then and told the boys to strip naked for some fun. They couldn't take their eyes oft me, and their reaction got both Lorna and me even homier than we had been.
When they were both naked, we each took one to the couch and began playing. I let my boy, the younger one, play with my bra and push a hand down into the cups for a while, then had him play with me through my sheer nylon panties, front and back, opening my legs wide to let him rub the warm nylon strip over my more than warm pussy.
Pushing his face into my crotch, I had him lick the crotch of my panties until they were soaking wet. While he did, I kept telling him that I loved having hot, wet panties and that he was doing fine. It was something Lorna hadn't tried before, so she quickly put her boy into action doing the same thing and she loved it. I could see that he did too.
Later, I told Lorna and the boys about a man who had been my lover once and who had me wear the same pair of panties day and night for three or four days at a time, then, when we were ready to make love, he would take them off me, sniff them, then put them in his mouth and suck on them while I knelt and (performed fellatio) on him.
"Sometimes," I told them, "I'd manage to dribble a bit of pee in them just to give him some extra flavor and he loved it."
The boys were amazed to hear of such a thing, so I added to their excitement by explaining how the same man loved to accompany me to the toilet and save paper by using his tongue to clean me up, regardless of what I had done.
Lorna took over then and told us of having been at an orgy where a man had the hostess squat in the middle of the floor and urinate in a bottle. When she finished, he stood, holding the bottle in his right hand and his stiff penis in his left, and masturbated while drinking the entire contents of the bottle while the guests cheered.
When the boys observed that it sounded like a terrible thing to do, I got a laugh by telling them it was better for the teeth than all those sugary soft drinks.
After that, the boys were anxious to get on with some sex, so we each allowed one to remove our bras and play with our boobies. They boys gaped when they saw mine, and Lorna allowed her boy to come to me and feel them up a bit, then called him back to suck hers.
After my little boy had played with mine for a while, I playfully buried his head between them, then fed them to him for a thorough sucking. I love having them sucked and found it even more thrilling to have a little boy doing it. Before he finished mouthing my big beauties, he had the nipples sticking out hard and almost as long as his little dork.
I was ready for more action then so I stood up and let him feel me through my panties for a little while, then told him to take them off and have a real good look at my body, especially my crotch. He had previously seen Lorna's crotch, but that didn't lessen his excitement and enjoyment when he stared up into mine. He wanted to feel it, so of course I allowed him to while the other boy did the same to Lorna.
When she suggested we put on a little show for the boys, I thought it was a great idea, so we got on the couch and began kissing and playing with each other. We made a real production of it and worked each other over for a long time before we got end to end and showed them that sixty-nine was more than just a number. We both had a strong, delightful orgasm before we fell apart.
Calling the boys to us, we gave them nice, wet (vaginas) to play with and suck until we both went off again.
Feeling in the mood to tease my boy a little more before letting him have what he wanted, I held him on my lap and allowed him to play with my boobs while we watched his brother ram his (penis) into Lorna and give her a fast ride. When he went off, she wrapped her legs around him and raised her behind right up off the couch. I thought she was going to crack his ribs, but he was stronger than he looked and it didn't bother him.
I had my boy stand up then and, licking my lips, I pulled back his foreskin and took the full length of his little pecker in my mouth and began to suck while playing with his bum. He really loved it and I was tempted to go all the way and drink him dry, but decided it would be so much more fun to feel him bouncing on my big, smooth belly with his little diddler driving in and out of my (vagina).
It must have been quite a sight for him, as well as for the others, as I lay naked on the floor and raised my legs right up over my body, my crotch wide open for him. He was really trembling as he got on me and fitted that stiff little peg into my hot, hairy, horny nest to give me what he so wanted.
His sweat trickled down his face and onto my naked body as he began pumping. It was even more exciting to me than I'd expected, but, naturally, he didn't last as long as I would have liked.
When his little hose squirted in me, I thought the little darling was going to cry, but when he pulled the spent little thing out and looked at me, he was beaming with joy and feeling very much a man.
Of course neither of the boys had been able to get us off, so we decided to take advantage of both being so nice and juicy and went for another end to end ride with the boys watching us intently. What they had not been able to do for us, we did for each other and were a couple of very contented women when we came up for air.
I met the boys a few more times at Lorna's house to have fun, and the next time I went, I surprised them and perhaps even scared them a little when I took Lorna over my lap with her panties down and gave her a delightful spanking which turned her pretty bum a nice shade of warm pink.
After that, I took the older boy across my bare thighs and tanned his behind for him. He cried and kicked, but it didn't stop me from giving him a nice spanking. I decided then and there that spanking kids could be as much fun as spanking adults, perhaps even more.
I confirmed that a few minutes later with the younger boy who began to cry as I was taking him over my lap and didn't stop crying until well after I had finished giving him his spanking.
He soon cheered up though when I allowed him to put his tear-wet face into my crotch and eat me until I went off with a bellyful of exploding rockets.
Telling him I was going to give him a bonus for the spanking he had taken, I stretched him out on his back on the couch and bent over him with my mouth wrapped around his stiff little pickle. I gave him a nice, slow blowing and was surprised at how much he was able to shoot into my mouth.
Inspired by my performance, the older boy asked if Lorna would do the same to him. The clever dear agreed on condition that he tongue her (anus) for five minutes first.
He didn't much care for it at first, but before long he was pressin,' his face between her bum cheeks so hard I could see that he was trying to get all of it into her deep valk y and would have pushed his whole head right up through her little pink ring if he could.
After that, she kept her word by giving him his first blow job which he loved.
AN ODD COUPLE
I had often heard the old cliche about good things coming in pairs, but it took a pair of homosexuals to really prove it to me. Lil laughed when she told me she had booked me for an hour and a half session that I would find quite interesting.
She refused to tell me what it was all about, but I got my first hint when I walked into the treatment room and saw a pair of men in their mid-thirties who were obviously as queer as a couple of teddy bears.
"Are you sure you're in the right place?" I asked and they giggled as though I had said the funniest thing in the world.
"We're gay," one of them told me, still grinning, "but we're different. We've heard exciting things about you and if they're true, we're going to have some real fun."
"I don't know what you've heard," I told them, "but if it's fun you want, you are in the right place after all. Suppose you tell me what sort of thing you like. Do you want me to eat you both or something?"
"Heavens no," one of them gasped at horror at the thought of sticking his (penis) into the mouth of a woman.
"We hear that you're good at spanking, is that true?" the older of the two asked.
"You can bet on that," I assured him. "If it's a bum warming you want, I'm your gal. Do you want a simple hand spanking, hair brush, strap or what? Just name it and you'll get it."
The one who introduced himself as Mase told me that they wanted something more than that. His friend Neil, liked to dress as a female, and he would change into that garb and they would play with each other for a while. On a given signal, I was to pretend to catch them in the act and be the irate mother who would then give them both a very hard hand spanking.
"After that, when you've got us both hot and red," he told me, "we'll look after each other while you watch."
"Fine. Do you want me to strip?" I asked.
"Heavens no," he gasped again, horrified at the thought of being in the presence of a naked woman. "Please wear your bra and panties."
"Wait a minute, Mase," Neil pouted, "I want to have a look at her bare bum. I'll bet she's got a big beauty."
"Suit yourself," his friend said with a grimace, "but you sound pretty queer to me. Next thing you'll be wanting to go to bed with her."
I managed to keep from laughing at his idea of queer as I took my smock off. As usual, I was wearing a black bra and sheer, black nylon panties. While his friend turned his back on us as though to protect himself from something vile, Neil pulled my panties down, stared at my bottom and fondled it with both hands.
"For heavens sake, Nell," his friend told him, changing the gender of his name, "do hurry up with your silly game."
"Oh shut up," Neil told him, petulantly, "you should see what a beautiful big bum she has." He stopped talking then and covered my behind with wet kisses which soon had me squirming.
When I saw that he was in no hurry to stop, I pushed one finger into my (vagina) and began to diddle. I was a disappointed woman when he stopped before I could get off. Pulling my panties back up, I watched as my fairies began undressing.
Mase left his tight fitting briefs on and the way he stretched the front of them made me think it was an awful waste that he didn't like women. Many females would have been delighted to open up for the equipment he had tucked away there. I wondered how he would use it with his mate after I had warmed them up.
Neil had a reasonably good looking stem and it stood up and out as a result, I was sure, of my big behind. He opened an overnight bag and began dressing in garter belt, nylons, sheer, red nylon panties, a padded bra and a very short slip. I liked the way his stiff (penis) bulged the front of his panties. I wanted to reach under the hem of the short slip and rub it a little, but I knew his friend wouldn't like that and they were clients, after all. The old adage of the customer always being right applies just as strongly in our line as in any other service trade, so I kept my hands off him.
Mase, who seemed to be the leader, asked if I had an old fashioned, wooden backed hair brush I could use. The one I produced from the instrument cabinet satisfied him. He explained that they were going to play on the couch to get nicely warmed up, then I was to suddenly catch them.
They were to be little boys and I the nanny. When I caught them, I was to scold and spank the two of them and lay the spanks on hard enough to really make them cry. I was particularly anxious to spank him because I wanted to make him pay for the ugly way he looked at me, not trying to hide his revulsion for me.
I was told that each was to receive fifty slaps with the back of the brush on the bare buttocks, then the pair got on the couch and began necking. I really dig it when two women go into action that way, but the sight of those two in action revolted me. I just can't get used to male queers kissing and pawing each other.
They really went at it, each with a hand on the (penis) of the other as they kissed. After a little while, the two got even more worked up and Mase slipped Neil's panties down and began licking and kissing his pecker.
It was a good thing I was paying attention, because Mase gave a couple of frantic waves which was the signal for nanny to catch them in the act.
"Shame on you, you dirty little things," I snapped as I appeared to walk into the room and catch them. At once they moved apart and Neil pulled his panties up. I was amazed at how well they could act out their roles and guessed they had played the game many times before.
"Oh Nanny," sobbed Neil, "please don't be angry with us. We were only playing."
"That's right, Nanny," Mase added, his tool twitching in hot anticipation, "we didn't mean any harm."
"You didn't mean any harm?" I echoed, angrily. "How can you say such a thing. I saw you with Neil's panties down and I saw you kissing her crotch. You will both pay for that and pay dearly too," I warned as I picked up the hair brush."
"Oh no, Nanny," they cried out at once, then went on pleading and begging that I not spank them. They were really a very convincing pair of children and I was particularly impressed with Neil's girlish tone.
"Ladies first, Nell," I said sternly as I sat on the armless chair and patted my thighs.
Sobbing and pleading, he came to me, head bowed, and I held him with my left arm as I scolded the naughty girl for allowing the boy to take her panties down and kiss where he should not even have been permitted to look, let alone kiss.
I took advantage of the situation to close my hand over the bulge in his panties and rub his stiff rob. He liked it and I could feel his nylon clad behind squirming on my arm.
After I had scolded him some more, I pulled down his panties and took him across my thighs. The way he rubbed across them told me that while he enjoyed playing games with Mase, he would really enjoy a session alone with me and wouldn't be afraid to do the things a woman wanted.
Adjusting him on my lap, I picked up the hair brush and patted his behind lightly with the back of it while I gave another scolding and announced that the naughty girl was going to get fifty spanks with the brush for allowing the dirty boy to take her panties down and kiss her pussy.
My left arm gripping him just below the slip that was pushed high up his back, I began spanking. Neil became an even more convincing little girl then as he cried just the way a little girl would, hairless, nylon sheathed legs kicking, his toes hitting the floor as his rapidly coloring behind danced under the stinging wooden backed hairbrush which I kept rising and falling, slapping from one cheek to the other while Neil howled in girlish anguish. As for me, I was getting so horny that I could have gladly taken him off my lap and raped him right on the floor. Still, that was not what I was being paid to do, so I went on to administer the full dose of fifty stinging spanks.
Even though it had not been included in the bargain, I still held him on my lap as I dropped the brush and gave him a brisk shower of spanks with my bare hand. I love the feel of my hand slapping hot, red buttocks and just couldn't resist the urge.
Helping him off my lap, I had him stand in front of me with his back turned so that I could watch him rubbing with both hands, trying to assuage the fires in his behind as he sobbed pitifully.
It was not difficult to display anger as I called Mase to come over my lap for his spanking. His stiff bone waved strongly as he walked to me to take his medicine. Like the other fairy, he sobbed and begged his nanny not to spank him, and his pleas really got me worked up.
As he reached me, I grabbed his stiff pole and used it as a handle to pull him closer. He was still sobbing as he came down across my thighs, bum up. Although he couldn't have known it, he was also going to get fifty with the brush, but they were going to be a lot harder than the fifty I had given Neil.
Mase let out a loud howl when I delivered the first of fifty blistering smacks and I think he caught on right then that he was in for a real beating, one he would not forget for a very long time.
At one point, after he had taken about thirty, he tried to squirm off my lap, but I was much too strong for him and he didn't have a chance.
"So you would try to get away, would you?" I taunted, "Well this is what you get for trying." SLAP. The back of the brush came down-with the hardest spank yet. "And this ... and this...." Each time, I slapped his buttocks with my full strength and had him screaming for mercy.
I sensed that he would never come back for another beating from me, but I didn't care. We had plenty of business then and I wanted to give the faggot the beating of his life. It suited me just fine, I reasoned, if I never did see him again.
I went on blistering his behind with the full fifty he had bargained for, then I decided to touch him up by turning the brush over and giving him a taste of the bristle side of it. Hot and sensitive as his backside was, the bristles really had the right effect on him as they dug into his skin.
After about a dozen that way, I dropped the brush and gave him still another touching up with the palm of my right hand before allowing him to scramble to his feet, crying like a girl and rubbing his outraged buttocks with both hands. It was then that I noticed I had softened his tool with the hard spanking, but he gazed at his friend's red behind and it came up quickly, at least as stiff as it had been before and throbbing with desire.
"Poor Nellie," he sobbed, putting his arms around Neil, "look what that nasty bitch did to your poor bum. Come with me, darling and I'll make you feel all better." As the pair walked to the couch, Mase fondled the warm, girlish buttocks of his friend, then had Neil lie on his back.
Kneeling close to the couch, Mase took the stiff pecker in his hand and drew the skin back gently to completely bare the nicely formed head. Licking his lips, he bent his face, opened his mouth wide, then stuffed the younger man's (penis) into his mouth and began sucking.
I had to admit that he knew how to blow with the best of them. While he sucked greedily and very wetly, causing juice to trickle down the firm shaft, his hand kept moving slowly up and down, barely masturbating his lover and making the act much more exciting for him.
After a little while, Neil arched his back and emitted a series of little grunts and groans. At the same time, he went off and I watched Mase's jaws working as he drank fast and drained his lover. The penis he released from his warm mouth was soft, wet and limp and fell between Neil's legs, a total wreck.
But there was still one stiff joint in the room and I wondered how it was going to be used.
"Are you ready, darling?" I heard Mase whisper.
"Oh yes, lover," Neil sighed. "Give it to me nice and hard. Give my hot bum a real nice ride and fill my belly full of hot juice."
His eyes gleaming with desire, Neil rolled over on the couch and knelt up on all fours. He still had his panties on, but Mase pulled them down to bare the warm, brightly colored buttocks which I was sure still tingled hotly from the spanking.
Moving close behind his lover, Mase knelt astride his legs and brought his rampant pecker up between the pretty, pink cheeks. With his left hand, he pushed them apart a little, then used his right to guide the swelled head of his bone right to what looked like too tight a little hole to take all he had to offer.
Neil gave a high pitched, girlish cry of delight then and I watched as the big, meaty rod pushed deep between his red cheeks. Mase held him tightly with both hands, pulling him back as he fed stiff bone up the back door, making Neil squirm with delight, his own spent penis swaying between his legs, spoiling his otherwise girlish appearance.
Neil's behind took another spanking, but this lime it was from the hard belly jr his lover as he gave him a very vigorous ride, his pole pistoning strongly, his belly making loud slapping sounds as he panted like a crazed animal.
And then I saw the man's body tense and begin to jerk, telling me that the ride was almost over. Neil obviously knew his partner well, because he too knew what was about to happen. Sighing, he pushed his red behind back against his lover who gripped him even more tightly and pulled him back hard.
I saw his hip muscles jerking as he held their two bodies welded together and knew by the motions of his body that he was spurting his juice up the bum of the girlish Neil.
While they dressed, Neil smiled at me and thanked me for a wonderful session. Mase smiled when he looked at his lover, but when he turned his gaze toward me, I saw only an ugly look of distaste as though condemning me not only for being a woman, but for daring to have watched him make his homosexual love.
They did not come back to the parlor, but I frankly didn't give a damn.
DIET DISCIPLINE
Petula could as easily have been named petulant. She was wealthy, in her mid-thirties and what is commonly known as a puffy blonde. By dropping about twenty-five pounds, she could have been beautiful, but self discipline was not her strong point.
She came to the parlor for routine massage, thinking that it would solve her weight problem. I knew it wouldn't, of course, but if she was ready to throw her money around, I was not going to turn it down.
From our conversations, I gathered that she was bored and would have been more than receptive if I made a pass at her. Despite her excess weight, she wasn't at all bad and under other circumstances I would have been eager to take her to the couch to play lick-lick, but at the time I had my affair going with Lorna, another female of just nineteen, Lorna's boys and a man. All in all, I had too much to handle then and didn't feel like adding more for fear that I would collapse from sheer, erotic exertion.
But for all my good intentions, I soon found myself forgetting my promise to myself to leave Petula alone so that I could concentrate on the rest of my sex stable.
I had rested for a couple of evenings and felt that old familiar twitch in the crotch of my panties when she took her clothes off. Her breasts were big and firm enough, and her behind was a rather massive beauty. I began to see it, in my imagination, turned up over my lap to be spanked, or lying on the massage table while I painted red lines on it with a light strap.
She must have noticed by glances and read something of what was on my mind, because she had a hint of a smile on her face as she turned from me, bent a little from the waist and pushed her sheer panties down. In that moment, her bum looked absolutely delicious to me. Deciding that it was time to take the first step, I moved closer to her, gave her a playful spank on one nether cheek, then allowed my hand to hold there for just a second before removing it.
Petula giggled as she stepped out of her panties and turned to face me, her big breasts swaying invitingly. I helped her onto the table, saying nothing, waiting for her to make a move.
"Damn, I wish I weren't so fat," she complained with the petulant air that was so much a part of her. "Why don't all these massages take the fat off me?"
Annoyed at her criticism, unjustified as it was, I forgot to be nice to the client and told her that all the massages in the world wouldn't do that unless she did her part.
"If you really wanted to reduce," I went on, "I know just the kind of special massage I'd use on you."
"What kind of massage is that?" she asked, eagerly turning her face toward me.
Smiling, I got a pillow and told her to bury her face in it and that I would give her a demonstration. She did so and I went to the cabinet and selected a light, leather strap, one that would sting without bruising. Returning to the table, I put it down beside her where she could not see it, then put my left hand on the small of her back.
"All right, Petula," I told her, "I'm going to give you a little sample of my special reducing diet."
My eyes feasting on the big, smooth hills of her behind, I raised my right hand and brought it down, slap ... slap. First one cheek then the other took a solid spank. She wriggled a little and gave a couple of surprised yelps, but my left hand held her down easily as I reached for the strap.
"Just a minute, Petula;" I told her, "I have two more slightly different samples for you, one on each cheek."
Raising the strap, I brought it down just moderately hard on one cheek, then gave the other cheek a hot lick with it and really had her bouncing on the table.
"There now, Petula," I told her, my tone warm enough to let her know I was interested if she was, "what do you think of my special massage?"
"It was," she paused, then turned and looked at me, her eyes shining, "kind of fun. I'll bet you could really spank a gal if you wanted to."
"I know I can," I replied, my right hand moving slowly, gently over her big buttocks, "because I spank many. I have many clients, male and female, who come to me for spankings. They always go away satisfied."
"I don't see how that would take weight off me though," she countered, "except perhaps off my chubby behind. Do you really give spankings to people who like it that way?"
"More than just spankings, dear," I replied, as my hand rubbed her buttocks a little harder, a little more sexily as well. "I just gave you a couple of light slaps with my little strap. Some men and women like to be really strapped with it, love to have me make them cry and beg for mercy as I beat them on the bare behind."
"I don't know whether I'd like that or not, Gerda," she told me. "Besides I still don't know how it would help take weight off me."
"Get up, dear," I told her, taking her soft upper arm, "and come with me. I'll explain it all to you."
I could see and feel that she was trembling a little as I helped her off the table and walked to the armless chair.
Sitting, I patted my thighs for her to lie over them. When she hesitated, I gave her a stern look and pulled her right into position across my lap.
"You're not really going to spank me, are you, Gerda?" she asked in a tremulous tone.
"Just leave everything to me, Petula," I replied as I gave her big bum a few light pats. "If you really want to lose weight and have the beautiful figure you should have, you will go to a doctor and get a diet. You will also get from him a schedule showing how much you should lose every week if you follow your diet faithfully."
As I explained my plan, I kept patting her buttocks, making the pats a little harder until they were almost real spanks.
"Each week, you will come to me to be examined. I'll have a copy of your reducing schedule and I'll check your progress. If I find that you have been a bad girl and have not been sticking to your diet, then I'll give you a brisk spanking, like this."
With that, I gripped her more firmly around the waist and began spanking her. Those big cheeks were just right for spanking, they were soft enough so that they gave under my hand with each slap, yet firm enough to have a good feel and to produce lovely sounds which rang through the room to add to the sexual excitement I already felt.
I really wanted her then, so I made a point of spanking just hard enough to warm and excite her, yet not so hard as to frighten or anger her.
I stopped spanking when her chubby bum was a nice shade of pink, then, holding her on my lap, I rubbed it for her and felt her squirming with excitement over my thighs.
I had been hot enough to begin with, but spanking her had really put me in the mood for a nice juicy snack so I helped her to her feet and brought her back to the table where I had her lie on her back, her buttocks at one end of the table.
She was all excitement as I took my smock off and I saw her eyes move hungrily over my bra and panty clad body. Petula guessed what was coming because as I went toward the end of the table, her legs began to open and go up.
Breathing deeply, my crotch on fire, I helped her legs up and stared for a moment into the warmth of her big, smooth crotch. The pink lips were thick and soft looking, promising to make delicious eating. She gave a groan and her body jerked as I pressed my face right into her hot crotch and began eating.
Petula went so wild that I thought she would fall off the table, but my hands were strong as they rubbed and held her fleshy hips while I sucked like mad, then sent my tongue inside to lap up her juice. She had an ample supply and I gave her a licking like I'm sure she had never experienced before. I felt her bracing to come, so I got ready too, giving her hard clitoris a few more rubs with my tongue, then pulling it out just as she went into orgasm and keeping my mouth glued onto her hot, wet (vulva) while she jerked and trembled as though she were having convulsions.
I suppose they were convulsions of a sort, but they were delightful ones for her.
"Jesus," she panted, "why did you wait so long. I knew you'd be good. What a mouth, what a tongue. I've had it before, but never that good."
She got off the table and began tugging at my panties. Guessing that she wanted to go down on me, I quickly took my bra off as I raised one foot after the other and stepped out of my panties with her help.
I thought I would see drool running down her chin when she looked at my big boobs. Her hands caught them and she began rubbing and panting.
"They're not just firm, Gerda," she panted, "they're hard. Christ, what beauties."
"Yours are going to be hard too when I'm finished with you," I told her. "So is your nice big ass. I'm going to spank you into being a real beauty. When I'm finished with you, men will go off just looking at you."
When she began tugging me toward the table, I went and lay back, wanting her to go down on me in a hurry before I exploded inside. Still, I had to wait for a while as she wanted to nurse my boobs first. She held one with both hands and sucked as much as possible into her mouth and worked on it with such greed that I was afraid she would bite it off.
She was busy on the other one when I called for her to go down on me and hurry. Something in my tone must have told her I meant business, and she was soon between my legs with her full lips nipping my pussy lips, then her mouth was wet and wide open as she began eating. Her tongue had been inside for what seemed like only seconds when I felt myself taking off, destination heaven.
The way she used her mouth while I was rocketing among the stars told me that mine wasn't the first crotch she had visited with her mouth and that she really knew how to eat, in a way Emily Post never wrote about.
"If you'd do more of that kind of eating and less with a knife and fork," I told her with a smile, "you'd soon get the kind of figure you want."
"You're wrong, Gerda," she replied, matching my smile, "the doctor told me sweets are fattening and that has to be the sweetest thing I've ever eaten."
Not bothering to put my clothes on, I went ahead and gave her the regular massage for which she had come to the parlor. A masseuse working in nothing but garter belt and nylons would have looked a bit unusual, I suppose, but then again I was hardly a usual masseuse to begin with, so it didn't matter much.
Before Petula left that day, it was agreed that she would go to her doctor as soon as possible and begin the diet with spankings to stimulate her and keep her on the straight and narrow path to the right kind of curves.
On her next visit, she brought along the schedule the doctor had given her and when I weighed her, I saw that she had gained almost a pound.
Removing my smock, I sat on the chair and called her to come to me.
"We may as well get started on the right foot, if I may use that term," I told her as I took her across my lap, determined to show her that I meant business with my plan to have her lose weight and gain a figure.
As I patted her plump buttocks and reminded her that she would get many more spankings until she learned to get on her diet and stay there, she began sobbing, sensing it was going to be a real spanking this time, not the sample I had given her the previous week.
I made sure she got the message as I took a firm and smooth grip on her waist, took one hungry look at the big, white cheeks, then began changing their color with spanks she could really feel. I didn't try to bruise her sensitive skin, but I was determined to paint it red and plant burning reminders in those fleshy cheeks which would tell her to get ready for more of the same if she didn't stick closer to her diet during the following week.
When she cried I just spanked a little harder, warning her between spanks that she could expect a lot more of the same until she scaled down to being the trim beauty I was determined she should be.
Naturally no woman would take such treatment from a masseuse unless she wanted to take it, but she took it and loved it despite her crying and the kicking of her legs.
Those big cheeks were red and fiery hot when I gave her the last spank and helped her to her feet. I wanted to have a color picture of them, but not having a camera around, I photographed them with my mind instead. There is still a glorious picture of that sight in my mind, in glorious, living color.
Taking her to the table, I gave her not the licking she wanted, but a good, regular massage. I was ready to do a lot more than that, but I wanted to get us into the mood for a great session by teasing us and waiting until we were both ready to scream.
That time came pretty quickly, so I helped her from the table and hurried her to the couch. On the way, I took my bra off and as we reached it, she was jerking my panties down and off. We met on the couch in a beautiful embrace, our hot bodies rubbing plenty, then after only a liltie playing, we turned end to end and went down on each other at the same time.
While my mouth went to work in the silken oven between her big thighs, I gripped her fleshy posterior with my two hands and gave it a different kind of working over. Her hands were busy too, adding to the excitement she was setting off in me with her mouth and tongue. Oh how that wonderful, chubby darling could lick and suck, and what a great explosion she caused. I was still rocking through it when my tongue sent her over the edge. I'm surprised the couch could hold us the way we were both bouncing around on it for a while.
After we had rested, Petula would have gotten into her clothes, but I had better ideas than that. I took her back to the table and had her lie on her tummy. Her bum still a warm pink, she did as she was told without protest. I went to the cupboard and returned with the light strap I'd given her a taste of previously.
"Oh no, Gerda," she gasped when she saw it in my hand, "You already spanked me for breaking the diet."
"That's right, dear," I told her, putting my left hand down on the small of her back, "but now I'm going to give you a little strapping just to make you know that I'm not fooling about this. You're going to diet and you will do it well and truly. Every time you fail, you will be both spanked and strapped. Is that clear?" I asked as my arm went up in readiness.
"No, Gerda, no," she protested. As she repeated the negative for the second time, the strap came down hard on her fat behind in a most positive manner.
"Yes, Petula, yes," I told her as my arm went up for the next one. "I'm going to make you beautiful no matter how much you resist, and I'm going to do it this way. It seems to be the way you understand best."
There are times when I prefer strapping to spanking, and that was one of them. Not only did her fleshy behind provide such a beautiful target, but her legs kicked with a frantic, terribly exciting motion and the sounds of her crying were an absolute joy. I was in ecstasy as my belt slapped her puffy nether cheeks again and again, smacking hot red color into her bum cheeks which contrasted nicely with the white of her thighs and lower back.
When I finally stopped strapping her plump bum, Petula went on crying for a long time. Dropping the belt, I used both hands to give her buttocks a massage. After a little while, her crying turned to sobs, then they too eased and I saw her smiling, her eyes wet and shining.
"Boy, did you teach me a lesson," she said with a rueful grin. "I deliberately blew my diet so you'd give me a nice little spanking. I didn't count on all this though. I'll be a very good girl next week."
"You do that, dear," I told her, "and I'll just give you a nice playful spanking and a few light kisses with the strap. You enjoy being spanked, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, "but not as hard as you gave it to me today."
"Be a good girl," I told her, "and we'll have plenty of fun spankings as well as lots of fun of other kinds. Since I've made you suffer so much today, come to the couch for a little treat to encourage you to be a good girl from now on."
She lay on her back and I went down on her. I held an excitingly hot pair of buttocks with both hands as I lapped her until I had her howling with joy again, then we got off the couch, she dressed and left.
The following week, I saw even before she got onto the scale that she had lost weight. Week after week, she lived up to the demands of the diet and in just a little less than three months, Petula had actually dropped the twenty-five pounds we had set as the target for her.
She was even more beautiful than I had predicted, and what flesh remained was beautifully firm and silken smooth.
Her husband didn't notice the difference, but other men did and each time she visited me, she would give me a detailed account of her most recent exploits with a lover, of which she had quite a store.
Of course I would tell her she was a naughty girl to do such things with other men. She would sob and promise to be a good girl, but I would take her over my lap and give her a good spanking as her punishment.
Although she had less buttock to spank, Petula, the darling learned to be able to enjoy more and more severe spankings and even to take nice doses of strap oil before we would adjourn to the couch for a nice, fleshy double-ender.
She slipped a few times and allowed her weight to climb beyond the permitted figure. Each time, I had her strip and come over my lap for a sound spanking, not the playful kind, but one that left her in tears after it was over. Just as I had done earlier, when she rated such punishment, I took her to the table later, had her lie with her warm bum up and she took a sound strapping which caused her to toss her poor bum wildly as I laid the leather on well.
After each such beating, she would be good for a while, then I could count on her to please me by slipping again and earning more of the punishment I so love to administer. She never tried to escape deserved punishment although the strap terrified her and she cried and pleaded excitingly before it even began to lace her beautifully curved, sensitive behind. Enjoying that aspect of the beatings, I would hold her down on the table with my left hand on the small of her back and allow her to plead and squirm for a long time before I told her the time had come and commenced strapping her in my own severe manner.
I lost her as a client when her husband became aware, at last, of her many absences from home and the number of males who visited her there. He divorced her and she soon married a man who had even more money. What hurt me was that he took her to live in another state so that I saw her only rarely after that.
She had learned her diet lesson well though, and even though the threat of my strap was no longer hanging over her head, or perhaps I should say over her other end, she was careful to retain her excellent figure so that even in her mid-forties she had the shape of a very young woman.
If our society were a little different, I could have gotten even richer by opening a special diet salon where puffy matrons would submit fat behinds to my strap until they learned to control their weight.
MAN AND WIFE AND ME
Steve had been a regular client of mine for some time and was one of my favorites. He was a business executive, a handsome man with just enough silver in his hair and one who took good care of his body so that he had the look and poise of an athlete about him.
He came once a week and the routine never varied. He would first have a straight massage, then I would give him a strapping, after which he would perform cunnilingus in a manner which always delighted me and gave me a great orgasm.
After that, he would lie on his back on the table while I masturbated him with a battery operated rubber vibrator. That he chose masturbation for eventual relief was not at all strange in his view. He explained that through close to twenty years of marriage, he had never had sexual intercourse with another woman and would not. Short of that one act, he felt he was being true to his wife whom, he felt sure, was true to him.
He always paid for more time than we needed, so that we would frequently chat over drinks when we had finished doing what he had come for. During these chats, he told me of his home life, which, unlike that of many of my clients, was good.
He loved his wife and she loved him. Their children had left home and were in college, and they still enjoyed a great sex life which included mutual spankings and strappings.
That being the case, I wondered why he came to the parlor for strappings which he could get at home.
"It isn't so strange, really," he explained. "We know and love each other. Rita does her best when she gives me a strapping, tries to make it convincing, but I know her as a gentle, sensitive woman and even while she uses the words of scolding, she can't make it very convincing, not enough so for me."
"Don't you enjoy her strappings?" I asked.
"Of course I do. We usually get together for our fun when we go to bed early. We undress and do a nice bit of kissing and playing until we're both worked up.
"Then, when she has only her panties on, she will tell me about something naughty she has done and I let her know that I am going to have to spank her bare bum as punishment.
"She plays that role brilliantly and is a pleading, sobbing little girl when her daddy makes her stand for a scolding while he takes her panties down, playing as he does, with his hands on her bum and thighs. I then take her over my lap and give her a sound spanking.
"We both have learned to take it well, and I must say that when I've finished spanking her, she is a hot bottomed little girl who has something to cry about as I lie her on the edge of the bed and cheer her up with my mouth and tongue working between her thighs until I bring her to climax. By then, she's ready to give me mine.
"The roles are switched, and mummy tells me I have been a bad boy and she is going to give me a strapping. I sob and beg her not to, promise to be a good boy and all that, but I find myself lying on my belly on the bed with pillows under me to elevate my behind. She takes my doubled belt and scolds me while she gives me a strapping-"
"It sounds complete to me," I observed, "I still can't see why that isn't enough for you."
"But that's it," he persisted, "she scolds, but doesn't get real sternness into her tone as you do. She straps me, but not hard enough to really hurt me. When I explain it to her, she tells me that she loves me and can't give all the pain I want. That's why she suggested that I find an experienced professional like you so that we can have our regular fun at home, but I can also get a real beating at those times when I want it."
Many of my clients are married men, but none of them told their wives about their visits to me, I felt positive.
"Does she ask about your visits when you get home?" I asked him.
"Sure. We wait until we're undressed for bed, then I tell her how you scolded me, strapped me, forced me to lap you, then bring me off with the vibrator in your hand. By the time I finish telling her about it, she's lying on her back with her legs wide open and I'm on and in her. It is always a great one for us, as good as it is after we finish beating each other."
I sensed that sooner or later, there would be a change in the system. My guess was that she would become jealous and tell him to stop coming to me. Instead, when the change came, it was in the other direction and, one evening, when I admitted him to the parlor, his wife was with him.
She was an attractive woman with a shapely, mature body and a quite beautiful face, but she was also very nervous. Steve explained that she told him at the last minute that she wanted to come and watch one of his sessions, and told me he was sure I wouldn't mind.
Since it was my last appointment of the evening, there was no hurry, and after assuring his wife that I was pleased to meet her and to have her on hand for the session, I poured drinks for the three of us and suggested we chat for a while first so that we could all relax.
Rita wondered about other clients who came to me for my special services and I told her about quite a few of them, without mentioning names of course. I concentrated mostly on the women who came for spankings and strappings, and told her of some of the other sexual acts they enjoyed.
"I don't know why I should be so shocked about women doing that to each other," she said, referring to cunnilingus. "God knows, I love it when Steve does it to me and I suppose a mouth is a mouth whether it's masculine or feminine."
"You're right of course, Rita," I assured her. "In fact, there are many women who say a woman does it even better than a man."
After a little more chatting, during which I saw her get over her nervousness and make way for sexual excitement, I suggested that we get started. Standing, I removed my white smock and heard her little gasp of approval as she saw me in black bra and panties, garter belt and long, dark, sheet nylons.
I smiled at her as her husband stood and began taking his clothes off. As usual, he had an erection when he went naked to the table for his massage. She watched us both as I gave him a straight massage, finishing it by playing with his stiff (penis) and observing what a good, strong one the man had and how much his wife must enjoy getting it.
Earlier, she would have blushed at that, but I saw she was getting more and more into the mood of things and I was confident that before long, she would be taking a role more active than that of spectator when she came to me with him.
Telling him to turn over and submit his behind for his strapping, I went to the cupboard for my leather strap. At the sight of it, she paled and I saw her tremble. Walking to her, I gave her the strap to feel.
"Doesn't it hurt him too much?" Rita asked with a tremble in her voice.
"Watch me in action and see for yourself," I told her as I moved to the table and began scolding the naked man as his buttocks twitched in anticipation.
I waited until he began pleading with me not to strap him, then I brought the strap down hard, the way he liked it, and he began crying and tossing around on the table as he always did. For all his tossing though, he never tried to get his behind out of the way of my lashing strap.
At first, I thought his wife was going to protest and make me stop, but after a little while, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her rubbing her thighs together, her hand on her lap obviously wanting to put it between her legs where it would do the most good.
I followed the usual routine by giving him a solid strapping which covered his buttocks with fiery streaks, then told him he was going to go down on me and bring me off. As usual, he refused.
I gave him a few more slaps with the leather strap, then stood before him with my feet wide apart, one hand rubbing the crotch of my panties.
"Now are you going to go down on me and suck my (vagina)?" I demanded as always.
Again he refused and I warned him that I was going to go on strapping him until he got down on his knees and begged me to let him do it. Before many more hard lashes of the leather, he scrambled off the table, crying and dropped to his knees in front of me.
"Oh, please," he sobbed, his voice breaking as tears went on flowing, "I can't take any more. I'll do it. Please let me do it to you."
"Do what?" I demanded, coldly.
"I ... I'll suck ... your ... (vagina) ... I'll make you come."
"Then take my panties off," I ordered, "and make sure you do the job well or you'll get the strapping of your life."
While I still held the belt, he stripped my panties down and helped me out of them. While walking to the couch to get into position, I took my bra off, as usual, and saw the eyes of the woman fasten on my big, swaying breasts. Sitting on the end of the couch, I fell back with my legs wide apart and drawn up over me.
Steve fell to his knees at the end of the couch, still sobbing, his red behind swaying, then his mouth was on me and he was licking and sucking greedily while I kept panting for him to suck harder or I would give him another going over with my strap.
It was not long before I was coming, my body jerking and bouncing on the couch, my skin shining with warm sweat as my thighs gave his face a final massage.
Getting up slowly, I told him to go back to the table and lie down. While he did so, I went to his wife and whispered that she should undress and get on the couch and I would order him to give her what I could see she wanted badly right then.
"You're right about the way I feel," she told me, "but I couldn't, not this time."
Telling her I understood, I slipped the vibrator onto my right hand and went to the table. She got up and came closer to watch as I slowly masturbated him until he spurted strongly into the towel.
Leaving him there to rest, I dropped the vibrator, turned to Rita and before she knew what was happening, I had reached under her dress and jerked her panties down. Holding her around the waist with my strong left arm, I got a finger into the heat of her crotch and began to work on her clitoris.
She tried to protest, but that lasted only a few seconds, then her big hips were squirming as I fingered her until she came, her warm behind pressing back at me and swaying madly as she panted and perspired.
I poured another round of drinks and Steve got off the table to join us. We talked about how exciting the session had been. Rita told us that she wanted to be with her husband the next time he came, and said that she would try to find the courage to take part.
"I hope so, Rita," I told her. "I'd just love to take your panties down and give you a spanking over my lap. You have a very nice bum and I'd enjoy spanking it. After the spanking, of course, I'd know what to do to you with my mouth to make you feel better. Imagine having me go down on you with your husband watching and perhaps playing with your boobies and sucking them."
I saw her squirming on the chair and guessed that she would really try to find the courage to take part the next time her husband came to me.
They returned the following week and, while there was a look of nervousness on her face, I sensed at once that she was going to take part in the session this time. At the same time, I vowed silently that I would make her enjoy the game and want to come back again and again. In addition to the added fee it would involve, there was also the thought that it would add to my enjoyment.
As we sat sipping drinks and chatting, my legs were crossed so that I displayed a nice amount of thigh above the tops of my nylons. I noticed that Rita, as well as her husband, couldn't take her eyes off me. It was just what I wanted to get her more and more into the mood for fun.
Before our drinks were half finished, I got up and took my smock off. Under it, I wore my usual uniform of black lingerie and I saw that they both appreciated the effect. That didn't surprise me. I sensed that even if she had not been aware of it, there was a strong latent lesbianism about the woman and that, eventually, not only would she want me to go down on her, but she would go down on me. It would be an added thrill for me, knowing that she was doing it for the first time in her life.
With a wink, I asked Steve to take his penis out for us to see. He did so confidently and without hesitation. Just as I anticipated, he already had a strong erection. She was already excited and made very little protest when I drew her down onto my lap in a seated position and put a hand on her left leg, under her skirt and a little above her knee.
"I'm sure Steve has been a naughty boy and will deserve a strapping," I told her, moving my hand a little higher. "I'd be willing to bet you've been bad too and should have your panties taken down and your pretty bum spanked. Don't you think?"
"I ... I guess," she told me, her voice trembling as much as was her body.
I saw her husband's tool twitch and give a little jump as I pushed Rita's legs a little apart and moved my hand to the crotch of her panties. It was warm and what it covered was even warmer. I began rubbing it lightly and she began to squirm on my thighs, wanting more despite her nervousness.
"You've never had a woman take your panties down and spank your bum, have you?" I asked, my hand still rubbing.
"No."
"But you're going to find out what it's like now. I am going to spank my bad girl on her pretty bare bum with her hot panties pulled down and I'm going to make her bum as hot as her little pussy is right now."
"Oh Christ," Steve panted, "this is really great."
Knowing that he meant, I pushed her dress higher and allowed him to see my hand rubbing in her crotch. With a sigh, Rita allowed her thighs to part farther and give my hand more freedom to play and rub.
With my other hand, I turned her face and kissed her on the mouth. She tensed for a moment, then her kiss was as passionate as mine as she squirmed wildly in abandon.
I unfastened the top of her dress and as she stood, I took the garment off. She wore a half slip, and that went too. In her bra and panties she looked much younger than her age and I saw how her husband could get worked up over playing with and spanking her.
When I saw signs of nervousness in her again, I began to fondle her breasts and panties and soon had her back in heat, squirming against me and forgetting to be nervous as I kept the heat building in her.
I began scolding her then and she responded with little mewing sounds which really got to me and to her husband. It was clear that there could be no going back, that she wanted to be spanked and would submit to anything I chose after the spanking.
Sitting up on the stool, I held her between my parted legs and went on scolding her as I very slowly pulled her panties down. She had a nicely rounded tummy and a neat triangle of black pubic hair. When her panties had been lowered enough, I held that triangle with one hand and rubbed her firm, bare buttocks with the other as I told my naughty girl how well I was going to spank her and how warm I would make her behind.
But we were not the only ones getting worked up as Rita prepared to submit to her spanking. I saw that Steve was as excited as we as he almost tore off his clothes, wanted the freedom of nudity to watch his wife take her spanking.
Just before taking Rita over my lap, I told him to drop to his knees behind his wife and kiss her nice white cheeks, telling him that soon they would be hot and red from what my spanking hand would do to them.
As he did so, I saw and felt her squirming. To add to the effect, I twisted and bent so that I could nuzzle her patch of pubic hair with my lips. She was close to crying right then, but fear of the sting of a spanking had nothing at all to do with her condition. She was as horny as any woman I'd ever seen.
Telling Steve to get up then, I watched him give her smooth buttocks a final patting, then he stepped back and she came down over my thighs without protest. I soon had her positioned just the way I wanted her, paused to admire the silken mounds of her lush behind then, after scolding her and patting the lovely hills, I began the spanking.
I saw at once that her bum had been well trained so that it took the spanking nicely. Her body rubbed hotly across my thighs and she cried beautifully. At one point, I turned and saw Steve masturbating himself in excitement. With a silent frown, I put a stop to that and went on with the spanking of his wife as her naked form heaved and bucked and I felt perspiration trickling down my thighs, wetting the crotch of my panties even more than they had been before.
When I stopped spanking her, I helped her to her feet and her panties fell around her ankles. I had them off quickly, then led her to the couch where I removed her bra then laid her down on it.
Calling her husband closer, I told him to work on her breasts while I went down on her. There was no protest as I raised and parted her legs, teased her inner thighs with my tongue and lips, then, as her husband began working on her breasts with his hands and mouth, I pressed my mouth home and began lapping.
I'd lapped a lot of females up to that point, but I can't recall one who ever responded more hotly. I don't think her husband had ever heard her use such language as he heard from her then while we both drove her wild until she almost threw us both off her as she went into orgasm.
We had to hold her down to keep her from throwing herself off the couch, then we allowed her to rest for a little while before I took Steve to the massage table and began giving him his strapping.
Aroused as I was, I soon had him howling as I laid leather across his ass with more sting than he'd ever known.
After the strapping had finished and he knelt to take my panties off, I went to the couch to be dived. Without anyone suggesting it to her, Rita came to me and went to work on my big boobs with her mouth as well as her hands.
By the time I went off, my boobs were wet from her hot mouth and the nipples felt so rough that it was like torture, a very delicious torture.
I asked Rita if she wanted to get on the couch and have her husband give her a good (intercourse), but she told me she'd rather watch me jerk him off with the vibrator.
While I did it and he groaned in delight, she stayed close. When we both spotted that he was ready to go off, she pushed away my hand which held the towel and opened her mouth wide to fit it over the swollen, almost purple head of his whang. He fired off a good load and she drank it like a baby sucking his mother's teat. Steve was very weak when I pulled her face away from him and released as thoroughly spent a tool as I'd ever seen.
Later, all naked, we sat around enjoying a round of drinks. While we chatted, Rita asked if I ever allowed clients to spank me and I told her that as long as the paying client wanted a service, I was there to provide it.
It cost Steve a higher fee, but he seemed to enjoy it as he sat watching as his wife took me over her warm thighs and gave me a really good spanking which left my behind hot and my crotch even hotter. She proved to us how horny she was by almost dragging me to the couch to go down on me.
Later, after I had howled through a good come, she told us it was the first time she had ever performed an act of cunnilingus, but I'll have to give her credit in that she did it like a real pro and left me satisfied.
After that, Steve continued to be a regular weekly visitor, but he never again came to the parlor without his wife.
A SHY BOY
A part of my secret of keeping my body strong and firm and beautiful, is as much walking as possible. As a result, each time I had a free hour or so, I would go for walks in the neighborhood. Before long, I came to recognize people, the ones I met often, and we exchanged greetings.
During one of my walks, a sudden shower chased me into the doorway of a store. There I saw a teenaged boy I'd met often on my walks. We exchanged greetings and I saw he was a pleasant youth but very shy.
Feeling uncomfortable about standing there in silence, I gradually engaged him in conversation. I learned that he had left school to go to work at sixteen, and that his name was Trent and he was seventeen years old. When he said his working hours were from four to midnight, I commented that, with such hours it must make it tough for dating.
Blushing a little, he told me he didn't date. I found, after a little gentle prying, that he was afraid of girls. There was such nervous innocence about him, that I suddenly found him exciting in a sexual way. The thought of a young man of seventeen who had never had a sexual experience, and had probably never even touched or seen the naked body of a female intrigued and aroused me.
As the shower passed and we no longer had a reason for remaining in the doorway, I told him how much I'd enjoyed chatting with him and told him I would be walking in that area the following day at the same time and would love to chat with him again.
He was there the next morning and I found him at the corner where I had left him the previous day, waiting for me, shy, but not quite as shy as the previous day.
We walked toward a shabby little park and sat on one of the benches away from the sidewalk. After we chatted a while about him, he changed the subject and wanted to know what it was like to be a masseuse.
"Well," I grinned, "it's a sure way to get over being nervous about being around naked people." I saw a sudden look in his eyes that told me he would like to hear more.
When he asked, I assured him that I massaged men and women, then went on to explain what massage was all about. He told me that he had never had a massage, and I told of how it made the body feel relaxed all over and left one feeling good.
"Of course," I went on, lowering my voice, "there are many kinds of massage. There are some places where hardly any of the people who come want just a massage."
He fought to keep from blushing as he told me he had heard older men talk about special massage parlors where they didn't waste their time on an ordinary massage. I judged that it would not be pushing too fast to get him a little more worked up, so I assured him that I knew of many such places and was familiar with the details of what went on in them. When I asked him if he had ever heard of the place where I worked, he blushed a little more as he told that he had heard it was one of the special places.
"It could hurt me if word ever got to the wrong sort of people," I told him confidentially, "but it's true. I know I can trust you not to tell anything I've told you."
He assured me he would never tell and I believed him. When I saw that he was beginning to squirm on the bench, I guessed how excited he was and offered to tell him more on the subject if he was interested.
He was more than interested, and asked, shyly, if it was true that some men went to such places to be beaten with whips.
"Not many want whips," I assured him, "but many men and women go there for hand spankings, strappings with straps and belts, and for other sexual purposes. Were you ever spanked as a child?"
"No. My parents don't believe in it, but some of the kids I knew used to get it that way. The way they talked about it, it didn't sound like fun to me. When they knew they had one coming, they were afraid to get home."
"Well, there are all kinds of people, you know," I told him casually. "Lots of people think it would be a terrible thing to get spanked, yet you'd be surprised at the number who pay good money for a spanking or a strapping."
"But how do you fee! when you spank a grown man like a kid."
"To tell the truth," I whispered, my thigh pressing on his a little, "it makes me feel so horny I could climb the wall. Think of how you'd feel if you took a naked woman over your lap and spanked her bare bum until it was all hot and red while she squirmed across your thighs. I'll bet one part of you would be very hard. In fact, just talking about it like this is doing it to me. Are you excited too?"
"Yes," he admitted, shyly.
"Then I'll bet you're hard." He admitted that he was.
The place was deserted and I felt an urge to feel for his erection, but I was afraid it would scare him off so I resisted the urge.
"Of course," I went on, "there are other things to do for clients besides spankin; and strappings. Some of the men, and even some of the women, want me to take off all my clothes and let them massage me. They like to concentrate on special places where I'm big and firm and curvy."
"Boy, I can sure understand anyone wanting to do that to you," he almost panted and I saw the lump throb in the front of his pants and wondered how close he was to going off just from talking with me.
When I began to press my thigh more firmly against him, he tensed at first, then I felt him pushing back. I urged him on by telling him I found it exciting to sit like that with our thighs pressing together.
It was getting close to lunch time and others came to the park to walk or to eat their lunches. I saw that he too was annoyed that our conversation would be interrupted, and that he wanted to go on talking.
"Look, Trent," I told him in a hushed tone. "I don't have any appointments for quite a while yet, we could go back to the massage parlor and go on talking there. You're not afraid of me or anything, are you?"
"Oh no," he assured me eagerly, "you're the first woman I've ever been able to talk to this way. Wouldn't anybody there mind?"
"How could they? I'm a part owner of the business and I can do whatever I like."
Minutes later, we were walking quickly away from the park. His knees were trembling with excitement so that he walked with difficulty which excited me even more. Before we reached the place, I had guessed that I could seduce my darling, shy boy that day if I chose to. The burning deep in my crotch told me I wanted to. I had never seduced any youth before, Lorna's boys didn't count since she had done that to them before I got at them, and the idea thrilled me so that I felt a weakness in my knees too and knew how he felt.
Lil met us inside the door, flashed the boy a smile, and I asked her if she would be a dear and get us a snack. We went up to my treatment room and I showed him around as we waited for our lunch to arrive. Before long, Lil came with sandwiches and paper cups of coffee, then tactfully withdrew, leaving us alone.
Taking him to the cupboard, I opened the doors and showed him the various implements of punishment and let him handle them.
"Imagine having that in your hand," I told him, handing him one of the leather straps, "and using it on the big, bare behind of a woman. She'd cry and kick her legs a lot, but she would love every slap of it. When you finished with her, she be dying for you to strip naked and get on top of her to warm her up a different way."
"Boy, I'd sure like that," he said with feeling, "but I think it might be even more exciting to have a woman lying on my lap with her panties down for a spanking with my hand. It must be exciting to spank that way, isn't it?"
"You bet it is, Trent," I assured him as I stood beside his chair. "Just as an example, feel my bottom through my smock, go ahead, I don't mind."
His hands trembled as they came to me, touched lightly, then dug in as he trembled all over.
"Mmm, you've got nice strong hands, Trent," I told him, allowing my excitement to show as I wriggled my behind. "I think you'd really be able to give a woman a good spanking."
"Do you like being spanked?" he asked, both hands then squeezing my big, firm cheeks.
"Not always dear," I told him, lowering my voice as I did, "but right now I think it would be exciting to go over your lap with my panties down for a nice spanking. Are you serious? I mean would you really like to take my panties down and spank my bare bum?"
"Oh yes, would I ever," he almost cried the words.
"Oh Trent," I sighed, "you're much more a man than I thought at first. You've got me so excited now that I think I want you to spank me. Will you promise to spank nice and hard and make me cry?"
"But I don't want to hurt you, I'd just want to see your bare bum and pat it a little."
"That wouldn't be good enough for me, dear. If you take me over your lap, you have to promise to spank hard, make my bum red and make me cry. I like to cry when I'm getting spanked. It makes me so horny that I'd do anything for the person spanking me. I'd even open up my legs and go all the way."
While I talked, my back was turned and I quickly opened my smock. I pulled it open as I turned around and I thought the poor kid was going to either go off in his pants or pass out, or maybe both.
"Is this really the first time you've ever seen a woman like this?" I asked, hotly.
"Y ... yes," he stammered, "gee, I've never felt this way before."
"Speaking of feeling, dear, help yourself," I told him, taking the smock right off and moving closer to him. "Go on and feel me up all over. I really want you to. Make me so hot that I'll wet my panties for you before you lower them."
"Are you really going to let me take your panties down?" he asked in a harsh whisper as his hands worked all over bra, panties and thighs.
"I am if you make me as hot as I want to be," I replied. "Take most of your clothes off too, Trent," I urged, "I want to see and feel you too. Besides, when we hug and kiss, you will be able to feel my body right against yours. Hurry up and undress, dear," I urged again, fondling the cups of what was a fully packed bra, as mine always was.
He had to sit to take his shoes off, then when he stood, I helped him undress. When only his tight fitting briefs remained, I closed my hand over the form of his hard penis and he groaned. I wrapped my arms around him then and our mouths came together in a kiss that was both hot and wet as our bodies rubbed and I felt one of his hands go down to the back of my clinging panties as my belly rubbed his hard-on.
My tongue licked around inside his mouth a little, then he got the idea and began French kissing me while he went on feeling me up and rubbing me. When I told him I was ready for my spanking, I guided him to the chair and he sat down. Moving his legs apart, I stood between them and told him to take my panties down and look me over.
His trembling hands jerked them down fast and he soon was staring at my big patch of belly fur. With a hand on the back of his head, I pulled his face against it and felt him inhaling the perfume of woman. When his hands went around me again, they had smooth, firm bare bum to play with and we both loved it.
Reminding him that I wanted a good spanking, I got over his lap, rubbing his thighs with my belly and wriggling my bare behind for him. He began spanking, lightly at first, then as he got warmed up, so did my behind. He stopped the spanking when I began to sob and cry, but when I urged him to keep going, he went on to give me a lovely spanking and to make me warm all over.
When I got up, I kicked my panties away and he wanted to see between my legs. I made him massage and kiss my hot bum first, then took him to the couch and stripped his briefs off. While he sat on the couch, I stood over him and took my bra off. He gave a cry from deep in his throat at the sight of my beautiful, big boobs. I twisted from my hips to make them dance and his eyes got so wet he had to rub tears out of them and blink to focus on me. Getting down on the couch with him, I gave him my boobs to play with, then fed one into his mouth and urged him to suck as hard as he could.
He was in danger of both choking and smothering as I pushed him down on the couch and stuffed booby in his mouth as though I was trying to get the nipple into his throat. I was right out of my mind with passion and so was he, which was a very fine arrangement for both and we made the best of it.
While he sucked my boobs, I told him how much of a thrill it was to suck a woman's (vagina). I told how I loved to have it done by both men and women, and he was soon begging me to open my crotch for him and allow him to do it to me.
There was another cry from my lover boy when I let him peer between my wide open thighs, then touch my hot (vulva).
"It has nice little pink lips," he panted, "like a mouth."
"That's right, darling," I told him, my behind hot like the rest of me and bouncing up and down. "Kiss it, Trent, give me a kiss on my crotch mouth and get me hot with your tongue inside like when you kissed and licked my mouth."
The darling boy groaned again, then I had a hot crotch full of youthful face. His mouth went right to my tingling puss-puss and he was soon doing more than just kissing with his tongue inside and me writhing on the couch and rubbing my boobs so hard I hurt myself.
I usually come pretty fast when I get a face between my thighs, but I think I set a record that time and damn near broke his neck when I went off and my behind jerked off the couch, my thighs closing around his head and face.
When I got my breath again, I pulled him up over me and tasted my crotch when I brought his mouth down on mine for another kiss. I felt his lovely bone digging into my belly and reached between us to guide it into my crotch.
"Go ahead, Trent," I panted, "stick it right in and ride. Give it to me, lover, make me know I've got a man between my legs. That's the way lover, oooh, that's the way."
He rammed the full length of it into me with one jab, and he was riding me as though he had done it a thousand times before. Like me, he was too close to the edge for the ride to last long, and was soon panting as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and felt those yummy shots of hot juice shooting up into my belly.
We were a pretty sweaty pair when we moved apart and smiled at each other, but we were a happy pair. It was a first for both of us; the first time I had ever seduced a youth, and his very first piece of tail. We sat for a long time talking about how good it had been. While we talked, I let him play with my body, hoping that he would get hard again and give me a better and longer hosing with his strong young bone.
Luck was with me at last and just as I was beginning to think of getting ready for my appointment, it came up strong and hard. I rolled over onto my back and my young lover was all bone as he gave me a long, hard ride that brought me off again before he began shooting it up into my belly once more.
Trent and I became real good friends then, and we often met in my treatment room for some rousing sessions of horny, wonderful sex. We spanked and strapped each other, brought each other off with our mouths, and had so much tail that it was a wonder the kid could even find the strength to walk.
I began telling special clients, women, about my strong young lover and when I found that they went wild about that, I told Trent that in addition to having a lot of fun, he was in a position to pick up a few bucks by servicing women with his strong, handsome body.
He flipped over the idea, and though Lil was afraid, he came into the business as a part time employee. He became a star right from the start and offered new delights to women, tired of soft, flabby old husbands, who wanted to be spanked, lapped and laid by my handsome young lover.
For a boy who had still been a shy virgin at the age of seventeen, he quickly became a delightful lover and wonderful stud. The women, especially me, taught him a lot, but he had a good mind and developed a lot of ideas of his own so that when he went into a treatment room with a woman, she came out starry eyed and tired.
Dear Trent stayed on in our establishment until, in his late twenties, he married one of our clients, a widow in her late forties, who had more money than she could ever hope to spend.
She now has a full range of sexual services performed for her by her handsome young husband who is fully appreciative of his life of wealth and is no longer shy.
She still visits me professionally from time to time, and I am sometimes a guest in their home where I join them in delightful games of which I never tire.
A VICTORIAN LADY AND HER MAID
Time, being as ruthless in its passing as it is, one is not too likely to meet a true Victorian in the mid-twentieth century, and yet, it was my lot, or perhaps I should say my pleasure, to have met one.
Perhaps it was her name, Victoria, which inspired her, or perhaps it was the fact that she was born into a proper British household, a child of wealth and good breeding.
In time, she married a man of wealth and standing and they came to America as a result of his business interests which were substantial. It broke her heart to leave England, but Victoria was a practical woman who realized that her husband's fortunes lay in the new world.
Victoria found the American class, climate and general way of life to be barbaric, a favorite term of hers when anything failed to measure up to the approved British standard, but she determined to overcome all difficulties while retaining her own personal standards.
The home her husband built for them stood out in its North American setting, but would have been perfectly at home in England, with broad lawns, tall neatly trimmed hedges, and with a dignified black Rolls Royce in the driveway.
Victoria, who had influenced the exterior design of the house, took complete charge of the interior. Everything in the house became Victorian. Anything her husband wanted which did not fit into the decor, he was obliged to keep in a wing of the house which was his, a place to which he could retire from the dark, cheerless decor of the house, a place where he felt he could breathe and walk about with his shirt and shoes off if he chose.
There were two children born to them and when they reached the ages of six and five, they were shipped off to good private schools in England to be saved from the "barbaric influence" of the horrid American children it would be their misfortune to meet in even the best schools here.
Victoria made a few friends of her own, was polite with wives of the men with whom her husband did business, and generally had no complaints about her fife. When she was forty-four years of age, her husband died, leaving her a wealthy widow.
She returned to England, but found that she had been away too long and no longer fit into the old scene. A month or so later, she returned to the United States with an employee she termed a companion. Her companion was named Wilma, a plain but somewhat attractive woman in her early thirties.
Wilma was, in the conventional sense, a virgin, yet her rather plump body and thick legs had writhed through erotic ecstasy with many lovers, all female. She too was from a "better" family, but one who found that dignity was not something that could be cashed at the bank. She was too broke to live and too proud to take a job until Victoria came into her life.
They met at the home of mutual friends, took an instant liking to each other, and it was not long before Wilma had the older woman in bed. Sex, to Victoria, was a dreadful chore, something a husband expected from time to time and a thing she was obliged to provide, but it was, at best, a messy sort of chore, one hardly fitting for a lady of her breeding and taste.
But with Wilma, it became a completely different matter. The warm, naked body of another woman, pressed lovingly against hers provided her with the first sexual thrill she had ever known.
A warm mouth sucking one of her breasts provided an exciting new sensation. Later, there was no brutal penis to poke into her belly and spew ugly, sticky semen into her which would later trickle out and leave her crotch and thighs sticky and befouled.
Instead, there was a sensitive gentle hand between her thighs, rubbing, patting, probing gently, then it was taken away and replaced by a smooth cheeked face and by an eager mouth and tongue which did the most exciting and wonderful things to her, bringing her the first orgasm she had known and opening a whole new life to her.
On their first evening in their home in the States an excited Wilma came to Victoria and presented her with what the woman recognized at once as a cane. Not the stick one uses as an aid to walking, but a thin, whippy rattan cane, the type which has been associated with punishment in that country for centuries.
"What on earth, my dear?" Victoria asked, surprised.
"There will be times," Wilma told her, a look of wild excitement on her face, "when I shall fail to please you."
"And you want me to beat you?" Victoria asked with an expression of disbelief.
"Oh my God, yes. You will have me strip naked before you and submit my buttocks to the stinging punishment of a cane. I have many of them. You will demonstrate that you are the mistress and I a servant. I shall cry and beg for mercy, but you will show none and I shall love you with an even greater devotion after each beating."
It was a time for learning new things and as Victoria led the younger woman to her room, her body trembled in an exciting manner, telling her that she too would find great excitement in what she was about to do.
At Wilma's suggestion, she stripped to her bra, girdle nylons and shoes, then, learning the game quickly, scolded her companion for general incompetence and ordered her to strip naked for punishment with the cane.
Trembling, Wilma obeyed. Victoria had felt the bite of the cane as a child and had seen others receive it, so she knew how to employ it when Wilma turned her plump, white buttocks up to receive the prescribed dose of ten cuts.
Later, her face stained with tears, Wilma writhed like a madwoman while Victoria admired and kissed the red streaked mounds of firm white flesh. They loved that night as never before and it was the first of many bearings Wilma was to receive at the hands of her dominant mistress who came to love her role in the game.
When Victoria developed an interest in being on the receiving end of the came, Wilma explained to her that it would damage their relationship, that Victoria must go on being the dominant, stern mistress and must never take a chance of spoiling her image by submitting her buttocks in that way to Wilma.
Victoria was disciplinarian enough to understand that, yet the desire grew within her until she was forced to talk to her servant about it. Wilma told her that there were houses to which one could go in London, or people who would come to the home to inflict discipline with the cane, birch, strap or even whip, for a price, and guessed that there were such services available in their new homeland, if they could only find them.
Such a search was not appropriate to a lady of Victoria's standing, and so it became Wilma's task to find someone who would stripe the buttocks of her mistress with a cane. She came to our massage parlor in the course of her search.
Wilma had been to others previously, but her subtle hints went ignored. Most establishments such as ours will not accept a client for special treatment unless he or she has been recommended by another client. There is always the fear of the person being a police plant, and of charges being laid.
When she undressed for her massage, I took one look at the brownish streaks of an earlier session with the cane and knew I had a live one in the room. Smiling, I traced the lines with my fingers and observed that she must have been a very naughty girl.
I was never one to be too cautious about the rules and preferred to trust my instincts. They told me in this case that there was no chance of Wilma's being a police plant, that instead, she was a hungry lesbian with a craving to feel the sting of the cane on her buttocks.
"Yes," she told me in her strong English accent, "I fear there are times when I am very naughty and my stern mistress must punish me in an approrpriate manner."
"I suppose you've been naughty today, then," I said, my eyes moving hotly over her body and thinking what a hell of a good roll in the hay she could be, with her firm body, excellent complexion and sensual looking mouth.
"Just a little naughty," she replied, "about five strokes worth. Do you have a cane?"
"Yes," I told her as I began to remove my smock. "We get very few calls for it, but I do have one." I liked the way her eyes moved over me as she stared at the way I packed my bra and panties.
Walking to the cupboard in which the punishment implements were kept, I picked up the one cane that was there and turned to let her see it in my hand. I saw her body shiver and knew how badly she wanted it.
Returning to her, I brushed the cane lightly over her full, firm looking breasts and down over her swelling tummy. I knew she was going to be a good one and couldn't wait to get at her. When I pushed the tip of the cane between her thighs, she parted them wide and I tapped her sensitive inner thighs lightly with it while I scolded her and told her that I was going to cane her naked behind to give her mistress something to see.
Instinct told me that this was a client who wanted to be told what to do, who wanted me to be in complete control of every aspect of the treatment. Wanting to see my boobs bounce while I caned her, I took my bra off and her mouth fell open at the sight of my big beauties. Deciding to go all the way, I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them naked except for my black garter belt and dark, sheer nylons. She trembled again and I stood, feet wide apart, swishing the cane suggestively as her eyes moved from me to it and back to me again, tears beginning to well up in them, hot tears which told of hunger and sexual need.
"I believe you English usually bend over for the cane," I observed.
"Yes."
"I prefer to see the bare bum looking big and relaxed so that the cane can cut more deeply into the thick flesh. You will stand here," I pointed to a spot near the wall, "lean forward with both hands on the wall and your behind nicely projected toward me."
I guessed that she had never been caned in that position before, but she obeyed instantly presenting her body the way I wanted it and telling me that my instinct had been right in demanding that pose.
While I continued to scold her, I held the cane in my right hand and used my left to feel her breasts which were as firm as they looked. She had the flawless skin of a baby and everything I touched thrilled me and assured that I would lay the cane on well.
Standing beside her, I teased her beautiful big bum with the cane for a little while, then flicked my wrist and cut her across the fanny with it.
"AHHAAAAAAAAAA," she cried out, her behind swaying wildly as the thin line of fire burned her. I placed the cane across her behind and tapped lightly to show her that the second stroke would be a little lower.
I watched as her body tensed for it, then saw her bum cheeks relax. As they did, I swished the cane again and saw a new red line leap to life. It crossed the valley of her behind so that there was a bright red line on either side of the deep crack.
"Oh please, Mistress," she begged, "no more. I'll be good. I promise."
"Nonsense," I snapped, trying my best to sound English. "You have been promised five of the best and you are going .to receive just that. Keep your big behind turned well up for the kiss of my cane."
I allowed her to wait for a full minute before the cane flashed again and drew another red line across her white cheeks. Again her cry was pure, exciting music which thrilled me as I watched the motion of her behind, then gave her the next one before she expected it, causing her cry to become even louder.
I teased her then by tapping the back of her thighs with the cane, promising silently that the final stroke was to be applied there.
"Oh God, no, not my thighs," she pleaded, sobbing, "they're so sensitive."
I had not intended using the cane on her thighs, but something in her tone told me she wanted the bite of the cane there so I gave it to her and quickly told her to stand up straight.
Pushing away from the wall, she clutched her buttocks with both hands and rubbed, doing a little dance as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Taking her to the couch, I licked my lips in hot anticipation of going down on her and eating her until she screamed again, but before I knew what was happening, her mouth was in my crotch and that was it. She sent me into a wonderful orgasm and proved to be as good a diver as I had ever met.
When she finished, I rolled her over, not caring whether or not she wanted it, and went after her crotch as though I was going to eat it right off. She went off with a series of groans which told me how good it was for her.
After that, she told me about Victoria and her desire to taste the cane. I assured her that I would be pleased to fill her need. I also agreed, for an additional fee, to go to her home to administer the treatment.
I arrived there early the following afternoon and Wilma's eyes shone with excitement when she admitted me and led me to the room where Victoria awaited us, a look of anticipation breaking through her stern, aristocratic expression. Her manner indicated that I had measured up to her standards, and we were soon chatting easily. When told to, Wilma turned her back to us, lowered her panties and tossed her skirts over her back so that we could examine the fresher cane marks I had painted across her lovely, big posterior.
"I take it you are very efficient with the cane," she commented. "Wilma was quite definite in assuring me you were," Victoria commented as she patted the buttocks of the younger woman.
"I am very efficient with all implements, including the bare palm," I told her. "Have you never tried a hand spanking?"
"No. Do you recommend it?"
"I find most clients like it as a warmup at least. Some want nothing but that, others like a spanking first, then a beating with something else after their behinds are hot and tingling."
"You do sound like an expert. Suppose you demonstrate your method with Wilma. I don't think she will mind."
Turning her head, Wilma assured us with a smile that she wouldn't mind at all. Although she seemed surprised, she did pull her panties up when I told her to.
"Are you going to spank her through her panties?" Victoria asked me in surprise.
"No, my dear," I told her, "there is a formality about spanking which can make it far more interesting. I'll take her panties down when I'm ready. Do you mind if I remove my smock?"
"Not at all. I'm quite anxious to see the body of which Wilma has told me so much."
My smock came off quickly and her eyes went wide at the sight of me. I saw a question in her eyes and nodded with a little smile. Getting up, she came to me and used both hands to feel me up, from my bra all the way down to my knees.
Through her dress I saw her big breasts rising and falling with her passionate, labored breathing. When I suggested it would be more exciting for her if she took her dress and slip off, she did so and I saw that her figure, while less than great, was at least firm and very smooth. Her behind looked big enough to take a spanking, though not as wide and fleshy as I like bums to be.
Sitting on an armless chair, I called Wilma to me and had her hold the hem of her dress and slip above her waist while I scolded her and reached around her to fondle plump bum cheeks through her sheer panties.
I saw that Victoria was getting more worked up by the second, so I took my time and went on scolding and feeling Wilma's nice big bum. When I decided it was time to move on, I pulled her panties down very slowly, unveiling her big behind a little at a time while Victoria watched intently.
While I pulled Wilma down across my thighs, her lush behind nicely posed, I felt her tremble and sensed she was going to enjoy the spanking as much as she had the previous session with the cane. I flicked a quick glance at Victoria and saw that she too was enjoying a case of hot pussy at the sight of her friend over my lap.
Without wasting time, I gripped Wilma's waist and began spanking her. Those firm cheeks produced a lovelysound and bounced sweetly under my slapping hand. Her skin being nice and sensitive, the cheeks began to take on color at once, an exciting pink which promised a rosy red to come. While her cries and sobs filled the room, Victoria and I watched big, smooth nether cheeks to turn to the shade of red I wanted them as I went on spanking until I was satisfied that Wilma's bum was hot and red enough.
I stopped spanking and began fondling the lush cheeks with my right hand, inviting Victoria to come and share an inspection of them with me. She did so with such eagerness that I moved my hand away and gave her both hot mounds to fondle and pat. Her dignity completely forgotten, Victoria was just another horny woman as she played with the woman's beautiful bum until I thought she was going to wet her panties.
Telling Victoria that I really should reward her companion for having taken such a nice spanking, I led Wilma to the couch and went down on her in a hurry. I brought her off in a hurry, then Victoria told her to leave us alone.
Not knowing just what to do to the woman first, I took her into my arms and we kissed passionately. Her response was such that I was sure I had done the right thing as our mouths mashed through a passionate kiss while our bodies rubbed hotly. It was, I knew, the beginning of what was going to be a torrid session.
"Shall I take your panties down and spank you first?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes," she responded with intensity, "then make me take a few with the cane. Please force me no matter how I may try to resist."
"I will," I assured her, "but I'll take it a little easy for the first time. I want to break you in gently so you'll learn how wonderful it can be and will want more and more of it."
While our embrace continued, I unhooked her bra so that when we moved apart I was able to slip it off and close both my hands over her boobies. They weren't bad for a woman her age and she liked having them played with, so I kept rubbing them while I scolded her and told her I was going to give my bad little girl a spanking.
Victoria moved easily from the role of aristocrat to that of sobbing little girl as I scolded her while I took her white nylon panties down and bared a bum that was not going to be too bad to spank after all, I told myself.
She did not protest quite enough about coming across my lap, but that didn't bother me. I knew how to fix her so that she would provide all the protests I wanted, with plenty of tears to make it sound convincing.
I teased her bum with my right hand for only a short time, then I began spanking, not with full strength, yet, as her cries confirmed, briskly enough to make it sting a lot.
She kicked her nylon sheathed legs nicely and it was not long before the aristocratic Victoria was an exciting, crying, kicking little girl having her bare bum spanked.
I went on spanking while she cried more and more and pleaded for me to stop. Remembering what she had told me earlier about ignoring her pleas for mercy, I gave a good spanking which left both cheeks a bright red and very hot to the touch before I stopped and helped her to her feet.
She was crying, sobbing and sniffing as I crouched to take her panties off her feet where they were tangled in a heap.
"You're not finished yet, my girl," I told her as I led her to the couch and made her lie on her tummy with pillows under her to bring her bump up for my cane. "Your bum feels nice and hot now, but a few kisses of the cane will show you what real heat can be."
I had taken the precaution of placing the cane under the couch earlier so that when she protested and tried to get off the couch, I was able to hold her down with my hand on the small of her back as I picked up the cane with my other hand.
Kneeling beside the couch and holding her in position, I listened to her crying and pleading for a little while, then I flicked my wrist and brought the cane across her tight bum.
It made a delightful sound, but not as delightful as the cry which broke from her throat. Her feet pounded the couch, her bum jerked upward and I met it with a second stroke which brought a new howl from her.
While she babbled tearful words of protest and pleas for mercy, I gave her one more stroke of the cane, then dropped it and lowering my face to her abused cheeks, began kissing and licking them. Quickly, her cries faded to mingled sobs and sighs as my tongue gave her behind a real licking, my hands even parting the hot little hills so that my tongue was able to lick up and down her bum crack.
Before I finished, I had her behind rubbing my face and begging for more. I turned her over gently, watched as her crotch opened for me, then, after licking her inner thighs a little, I got my face right into her crotch and went to work on her with my mouth and tongue.
I was really in the mood for lapping that day and I made her know it. She came strongly and I allowed her to rest for a couple of minutes while I rubbed her belly, then I parted her legs again and went down on her once more. Victoria pleaded that she couldn't stand another come, that it would kill her, but I proved her wrong.
Just as I sat back on my haunches, watching the last of her writhings on the couch, Wilma came in bearing a tray of drinks for us. She was still naked and that seemed to be in order.
We enjoyed a pleasant conversation over drinks, then it was time for me to dress and return to the massage parlor as I would have a client waiting for me if I did not hurry back.
Another appointment was arranged before I left. There were more and more appointments for Victoria and her maid who became regular clients, requiring my services about three or four times a month after that.
My visits to them usually followed the same pattern with Victoria watching while I punished Wilma and gave her a nice come with my mouth, then the maid was obliged to leave the room while I disciplined her mistress who quickly became an excellent masochist.
And yet, when I was not in their house, Victoria showed not a trace of masochism and kept her companion's pretty bum nicely colored and striped with the cane.
A FATHER AND SON
While it is no longer common, as it once was, for a father to take steps to introduce his son to the pleasures of sex, it still does happen from time to time.
When this happens, the man usually engages a good prostitute for the purpose, or, less frequently, has a female friend, perhaps even a mistress, handle the chore for him.
But in the case of Zack, he selected me for the job and I was delighted at being chosen. More and more I had come to enjoy having sex with nervous boys, and since he was sure of the virginity of his sixteen year-old son, I knew I was going to have a real ball.
Zack, a rather well to do man of early middle age, had some rather off-beat tastes of his own, but he stressed that I was not to mention them to the boy and was to teach him straight sex.
"I guess I haven't paid enough attention to him," the man explained and his mother has influenced him so much that I'm afraid he's going to go queer. It's up to you to show him what sex is like with a woman before he tries it with some boy and decides he wants to go in that direction."
"Don't worry, Zack," I assured him, "when I'm finished my little training session with your son, he'll never even want to talk to a queer."
With that established, Zack undressed, I took off my smock, and we were ready to forget about the boy for the time being and look after the father's wants. He got onto the table and I gave him a good, straight massage that left him feeling relaxed and great.
The only part of him that wasn't relaxed as he got off the table was his (penis) which was very tense, but obviously felt as good as or better than the rest of him. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed as I told him we were ready to get on with his treatment.
While I stood, he removed my bra and sucked my boobs until both nipples were elongated and nicely raw from his mouth, then he knelt down in front of me and took down my panties and helped me step out of them.
Still kneeling, he licked my puss a little, then his head bent back as he looked up into my face, his eyes shining with lust. Drawing my right hand back, I brought it ahead fast with a ringing slap to the side of his face. When he cried out, tears spilling from his eyes, my left hand slapped the other cheek and he began to cry like a baby.
Leaving him there, I went to the implement cabinet and returned carrying the hair brush and little pin cushion. Sitting on the armless chair, I put them both down beside me and called him to come and lie over my lap.
"You're not going to make me cry, are you?" he asked, sobbing.
"Yes I am, Zack, and you know it. Now get over my lap and turn your bum up at once unless you want your face slapped again."
Trembling, tears trickling down his cheeks, he came to me and, making little whimpering sounds, draped his nude body across my waiting thighs to receive his punishment. Gripping his waist, I adjusted his position a little, then began rubbing his white behind, thinking of how I was going to change that color for him.
When I reached for one of the pins in the pin cushion, he saw what I was doing and began to cry and bet me not to stick pins in his bum.
"Shut up, you baby," I snapped and gave him a hard smack on the behind. He began crying then and did not protest again.
Picking up the pin, I pressed it against the apex of one white cheek. It was not a very sharp pin, in fact I had selected it for that reason, and pressed it lightly against the skin so that it made an indentation but did not penetrate.
"Oh no," he sobbed, "don't stick it in me, it hurts."
"Does it?" I asked, coldly, then pushed the pin slowly into the cheek, held it there for a few seconds then pulled it out and moved my hand over to the other cheek to repeat the process while he squirmed and rubbed across my thighs, the sound of his sobbing getting me even more warmed up to the task which was painful to him and a bit of a bore to me. I would have much preferred to get on with giving him a spanking, but he was paying for the service and it was up to me to give him what he wanted.
I stuck the pin in each cheek about a half dozen times, then threw it away and picked up the hair brush. Holding the brush firmly in my right hand, I began to brush his buttocks with the bristles, then, when he was squirming nicely, I began spanking him with them.
The brush had good, strong bristles and while each spank made little sound, his buttocks were soon covered with tiny red dots. I spanked hard enough so that with each slap, he must have felt as though he were getting hundreds of pins stuck into him.
When I decided we'd had enough of that, I turned the brush over and began giving him the kind of spanking that I could enjoy. The back of the brush made loud smacking sounds on his sensitized ass cheeks and he howled like a baby as I went on spanking until his behind had a fiery red glow and contained a lot of purple blotches that would turn brown later and continue to show for a few days.
I wondered how he managed to hide them from his wife, but that was his problem, not mine so I left it to him.
When I finished his spanking, I helped the crying man off my lap and stood while he knelt with his arms around my thighs and his face buried in the hair of my mons veneris. He bathed my crotch and thighs with his tears for a while longer, then began to lick my pussy and feel my bum at the same time.
Moving my legs a little farther apart, I used two fingers to open up my thick pink lips so that he could get his tongue inside and find my clitoris. He found it, as always, and licked at it until I came, holding his head hard against me as my body bucked and jerked.
"Ooh, Gerda," he panted, his right hand wrapped around his pecker as he got to his feet, "I'm so ready. Now, now please."
Picking up a towel, I laid it across the couch and got onto it, lying on my tummy with my legs pressed tightly together. As he did, he followed me onto the couch, knelt astride my legs and almost at once, I felt his stiff bone pushing between the cheeks of my bum.
He pushed it in until I felt the tip of the head touch my little pink ring, then he began to pull himself slowly. Worked up as he always was by that stage, I wondered how he could force himself to jerk slowly, but he always managed to do so.
Slowly or not, he soon reached the stage where he could no longer hold back and, with a series of grunts and groans, he pushed his tool ahead, held it, and I felt his juice gush against my hole. By the time he stopped shooting, my crack was filled with juice and some of it trickled down into my crotch.
Kneeling up straight again, he picked up the towel to wipe away his semen and then the session, as always, ended. It was the way he liked it and he paid good money for what he wanted so I was not about to complain.
I'd served men who liked to jerk off there, between my boobs, in my arm pit, over my belly and in my mouth, so I wasn't upset to let him do what he wanted.
Before leaving, he reminded me again to teach his son only straight sex and I assured him that I would do that and do it well. He gave my bum another feel, then left the room.
Two days later, his son arrived to keep his appointment. He was a young, shy looking boy who appeared to be very nervous. Considering the purpose of his visit, I took him not to a treatment room, but to my bedroom which I considered more appropriate for the seduction of a boy. His father wanted him to learn things straight and I was determined that he would do just that.
I was so determined to do the job well, that instead of my usual smock, I wore a flowered silk blouse and a plain black, rayon skirt which hugged my hips and buttocks nicely. I went up the stairs ahead of the boy and could feel his eyes on my behind as he walked three or four steps behind me as I gave my hips all the motion I could. Since my skirt was a short one, I knew he was also getting a nice look at legs as well.
In the bedroom, I smiled as I closed the door behind us and asked him just what his father had told him about his visit to me.
"He ... he just said you would tell me all about ... sex. You know, about what guys and girls do when they get alone."
"Is that all, Andy?" I asked, smiling and showing him I wanted to be nice to him.
"Yes, Miss, honest, that's all he said."
"All right, Andy. In the first place, I want you to call me Gerda, not Miss. I want us to be friends and have a nice chat. We don't have to be formal for that, do we?"
"I ... I guess not," he said, still obviously nervous.
I sat opposite him and crossed my legs slowly so that he could have a good look at my legs and thighs. With my warmest smile, I told him not to be shy about looking at my legs.
"After all, dear," I went on, "if we're going to talk about sex, there's nothing wrong with having a little look at my thighs, is there?"
"I ... I guess not, if you don't mind," he answered as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and I saw little beads of sweat form quickly as soon as he wiped others away.
"Tell me the truth, dear," I asked, "don't you enjoy it when a woman sits so that you can see up under her dress?"
"I ... yes," he admitted.
"That's only normal, Andy," I assured him. "I often catch men twisting their necks to get a better look at my thighs. After all, I have nice ones, I think, don't you?"
Giving him a little wink, I slowly pulled the hem of my skirt a little higher so that he would have a good view of the tops of my sheer nylons and the contrasting white skin above.
I licked my lips, smiled, then began playing with my thighs, feeling them through my nylons first, then moving my hand higher to fondle the bare skin. As I did, I told him how nice a woman's thighs feel and asked if he had ever felt any.
"Oh no," he responded and I sensed he was telling the truth.
"Would you like to?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind if you gave mine a little feel. Come sit on the bed with me and feel my legs and thighs a bit just for fun."
Although he trembled all over, he found the strength to sit beside me on the bed and when I took one of his hands and guided it to my thighs, he gave a little groan and allowed his hand to be led to a nylon, near the expanded top of it.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" I asked with a warm smile and heard the tremble in his voice as he told me it did and that he had often wondered how it would feel to have his hand on a woman's nylons.
After he had fondled both my thighs for a while, I led one of his hands up to where my breasts pushed the front of my blouse out in bold, matching mounds. Telling him that men liked to feel up there, too, I invited him to have a nice feel of my boobs and he soon became a little more confident and began to feel them up nicely, telling me I had nice big ones.
"Yes dear, I do have. Men who have seen plenty of boobies just love to play with them and suck them. Did you ever suck a woman's boobies?"
"No ... I never even saw any. Gee, I thought this was just going to be a dull talk about the birds and bees and all that jazz."
"Do I look like the kind of woman who would waste my time with that stuff? How would you like me to unbutton my blouse so we could look for birds and bees inside?"
While the boy had trouble saying the simple word yes, his eyes told me how anxious he was and, swiveling so that I faced him, I took my time about unbuttoning my blouse. When the last button had been opened, I pulled the blouse wide open and pulled it out of my skirt at the same time.
It was a black bra with a lot of lace and the cups were cut low enough so that he got a nice view of the white upper slopes and the deep valley between. I had put perfume there just before he arrived, and the heat of my body caused it to waft out to meet him. He inhaled deeply and I saw his nostrils flare with excitement.
"Why don't you see if I have enough to fill your hands?" I teased, confident that I had more than enough to fill the hands of anyone who had ever reached for my big beauties.
His hands didn't require any guiding this time as they came up to the thrusting cups and began rubbing and squeezing them, pushing them together, so that more proud, white flesh showed between the cups.
"You show a lot of promise, Andy," I encouraged. "I have a feeling that you're a natural lover who really knows how a woman likes to be handled."
"I don't know," he replied, breathing deeply but feeling good as I encouraged him, "I never did anything like this before."
"Like it?"
"Do I ever. Boy, I'd love to see these all bare and feel them all over."
"If they were bare, do you think you'd like to suck them too?"
"I don't know. What does the milk taste like?"
"A woman only has milk in her titties when she has a baby," I explained, realizing how much he had to learn. "Men don't suck for milk, they just suck because it feels good for them and for the woman. When you suck on them, my nipples get big and hard. Give me a nice kiss between them," I urged, drawing his face down between the cups of my bra and feeling him inhale deeply before he pressed a nice kiss into the top of the valley.
While he was doing it, I reached between us and felt his not too big, but stiff (penis) through his pants. He squirmed a little at that, but I didn't stop and he didn't protest either. I was sure it was the first time any female had handled him there since the last time his mother gave him a bath.
"Do you think you'd enjoy my little lecture more if I took my skirt off?" I asked. "I'm not wearing a slip and my panties are nice and sheer so you can see right through them."
"Would I ever."
"All right, Andy, since you seem to be such a good young lover, I don't see why I shouldn't let you have a little fun while you're learning all this dull stuff."
Understanding that I was kidding him, he managed a little laugh as I got off the bed, stood with my back to him and unhooked the waist of my skirt. I pushed it down slowly, knowing that he could see the crack of my bum through the sheer nylon and wanting to give him just a little at a time. I had to do quite a bit of bending to step out of the skirt, and I knew he was sweating and could hear his rough breathing.
When I turned around to give him the front view, I saw that his mouth was wide open as were his eyes and that there were trickles of perspiration running down his face and into the collar of his shirt.
"No wonder you're sweating, Andy," I told him. "You're over dressed. Be wise like me and get out of those clothes. Besides, the less clothes a man has on when he's with a woman, the more fun he can have."
I saw that he was a little nervous about doing so, but he got off the bed and began undressing while I walked around the room to give him more to look at. He undressed right down to his shorts, then stopped, but I didn't mind that. I knew it would be easy enough to get them off when I wanted them off.
"How are you at kissing, dear?" I asked as I went over to him and licked my lips. "I like nice sexy kisses when my guy has something hard in the front of his pants. I like to feel it poking at me through my panties."
He started to say something, but I didn't bother waiting for him to find words. Instead, I drew him into my arms and pressed my mouth against his. Before we finished the kiss, I was teaching him how to use his tongue in a woman's mouth. He learned real fast and I liked the effect.
When I felt he had been kissed enough for the time being, I told him to sit on the bed and watch me taking my bra off. After I had unhooked it, I removed one cup at a time and really made his eyes pop.
I got onto the bed with him and gave him my bare boobs to play with. He went at it as though they were the only ones in the world and I suppose that for him, at that moment, they were too.
When it came to handling them, he was as good as his father already. There was that wonderful urgency that boys always show during seduction that more than compensates for their lack of experience or the length of the (penis) and I always loved it and always will, no matter how many more boys I seduce before I die.
Having gotten over his fear of finding milk in my jugs, he didn't hesitate at all when I fed one into his mouth. He began sucking before I had a chance to tell him to and I felt my nipples growing fast. After a little more sucking, I took one out and showed it to him. He was so impressed by what he had done that he went for the other one and did the same to it while my bum squirmed on the bed and the crotch of my panties got hotter.
I decided to move the seduction along, so I knelt up on the bed and invited him to take my panties down and have a good look at the difference between a woman and a man. My eager young lover didn't need to be told twice and he took them right down to my knees before he let go. He was down in a crouch beside me and it looked like he was watching a fast game of table tennis the way his head kept moving as he examined both the front and rear view.
Without being invited, he began handling my bushy mons veneris with one hand while the other rubbed over my big, beautiful bum. While he did it, he was very close to drooling and I saw his dork straining at the front of his shorts.
After a little while, I sat on the bed and pulled my panties right off. I saw his eyes on my crotch, so I let my thighs open a little, held there, then opened them up again, wide enough this time so that he could see between them. Since he had never seen a pussy before, I reasoned that he was off to a pretty good start with mine. I have a wide crotch, one that really sets off my nice pink lips and shows them at their sexiest.
His hand went into my crotch for a feel, and I heard his sigh that was almost as loud as my own at the touch of his hand on my snapper. He began to rub and I did nothing to discourage him, what woman would?
Talking in whispers, I told him all about how men who are the really good lovers like to lap a lady before they go on to the main event. He became a bit scared at that, but I had no intention of going on without a little pussy eating. I didn't want to spoil things by forcing him, so I just kept talking in a sexy whisper and in a little while, I was lying back with my legs up over my body and wide open while he went to lunch at the Y.
Once again he proved to be a fast learner. He was a little hesitant at the first touch of his mouth on my hot pusspuss, but then he began eating like a starving lumberjack. I had to work with him a while before he found my clit, but when he did his rough little tongue really went to work on it and he brought me off with a wail that must have frightened him.
It took me a bit of time to recover, but when I did, I wasted no time taking his shorts off for him and closing my hand around his stiff little pecker. It wasn't really that small either, for a kid of only sixteen, and sensitive as my pussy was, I knew he would make me feel it when he stuck it in me.
I began whispering to him about (sexual intercourse), and I could see that he was getting more worked up. To him, that was some mysterious act he had heard older boys talking about. The thought that he was really going to find out all about it almost blew his mind and, I feared, may blow his load as well.
But it didn't and when I invited him to climb aboard he was still stiff and throbbing in the right place. The boy was a bit shorter than I, so that after he pushed his tool all the way into me, I guided his mouth to one of my nipples and let him suck on it while he pumped in and out of my nice wet crotch nest.
Although he didn't really need any help, I gave some by holding his bum cheeks with both hands, urging him on. He gave me a pretty good hosing before I felt him shiver, then really tremble and jerk as he pushed all the way in, gave a little groan and went off.
As I like to do when a boy is going off inside me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him close to my hot body until his spurting stopped and he just lay on me, tired but delighted with what he had done.
Later, while he dressed, Andy wanted to know when he could come back for another lesson and I told him that it was up to his father to decide that. I also told the boy that he didn't really need lessons, but that I would give him whatever he needed if his father sent him back to me.
When Zack next visited me, he told me he would allow his son to come to me once a month to keep his taste keen and heterosexual.
On Andy's second visit, I allowed him to feel me up, kiss me and get really hot, then take my clothes off just a little at a time so that his enjoyment, and mine, would be prolonged. He was delighted to give me the kind of sucking I liked, starting with my titties and finishing in my crotch, and when we got around to (sexual intercourse) I offered to show him a different way, one that would allow him to get his bone farther in me.
I knelt on all fours, allowed him to play with my bum a little, then told him to kneel up close, push it under me and up into the slit that I knew he would have no trouble finding.
He found it easily and after he had pushed it in, he got a good grip on me and began riding my bum. He gave me a very nice ride indeed. While he was doing it, he told me he had pulled himself off that morning so that he would be able to last longer with me.
Andy developed into a very good lover, but that could hardly be considered surprising considering the kind of training he received from me. All growing boys should be so lucky.
A MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
While it was unusual for a father to take his son to a woman to be seduced, it is the sort of thing that really does happen from time to time. I had never heard, on the other side of the coin, of a woman arranging for another to seduce her daughter into lesbianism, and yet, this too happened to me.
Belinda has been a client of mine for some time. She was a reasonably attractive woman of forty or so, with a rather good, slightly big figure. She had been interested in spanking from as far back as she could recall and while she had played spanking games a few times before marriage, she gave it up then since her husband wasn't interested in the sport of spanky spank.
Their marriage lasted only a short time and was not good even during that period as the man proved to be more interested in boozing with his buddies than he was in his wife.
When she was six months pregnant, he left, leaving behind a note telling that he couldn't face the thought of family life with children. It was too late to abort the baby, so Belinda bore a beautiful daughter which she named Cathy.
Belinda soured not only on marriage, but on men as a class. It was not long before she met another woman who was sour on men but hot on women and spotted the potential in her. She proved to be an easy seduction and became an eager lesbian.
The affair lasted for a few years, then the woman who had seduced her moved away and Belinda was left without a partner. She devoted her time to her job and her daughter and got along.
She never spanked the girl, since the sexual urge was still strong for playful spanking and she feared that once she began spanking Cathy for punishment, she would forget to exercise restraint and begin spanking the girl for her own pleasure.
A few times after the loss of her lesbian partner, Belinda allowed herself to be picked up by a woman for a one hot sexual affair, but she did not enter into any lasting relationships.
She sensed that she could be happy with a permanent lesbian relationship, but felt that with the passing of years, she was getting farther and farther out of the market so that she would have to settle for someone older and less attractive. Rather than do that, she opted to go it alone.
When Cathy was fourteen, Belinda's father died and left her an estate that was enough to permit her to quit working. Shortly after that, she heard about our massage parlor and came to me. She was nervous about telling me what she really wanted, and since she was playing it like a straight client, I treated her that way until I spotted the nervous pulsations that alerted me to the possiblity that she may want more.
It really went into high gear when I began massaging her buttocks. Testing her, I stopped rubbing them and gave them a little shower of slaps. At once, she began rubbing her body on the table and making sounds that told me she was hot to trot.
Whispering, I asked her if she would rather have her massage over my lap. There were hot tears in her eyes when she said yes. I removed my smock, took her over my lap and gave her a nice spanking.
After that, she asked if she could spank me as well. Of course I agreed. I allowed her to take my panties off, scold me, then take me over her lap for a spanking. I got a pretty good one that left my behind hot and tingling for quite a while.
She blushed a little when she whispered that she would like to go down on me, but her blush passed as I took her to the couch and offered to make it sixty-nine. Her face lit up and we were soon locked into position, our hands as busy as our mouths as we brought each other off.
I became her professional partner after that and she was able to give and take all the spankings she wanted with all the right things happening for both of us after the spankings, while our bums still glowed warmly.
She often talked about her daughter and how she was getting interested in boys. I explained that it was to be expected, especially since she told me Cathy had a pretty face and a good figure, but it made Belinda sad anyway. She had been hurt by men and didn't want the same thing to happen to her daughter.
"Do you want her to be a lesbian?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied flatly.
"Why not let her make up her own mind about that?" I persisted.
"Because she's too young. She's sixteen now and old enough to feel the sex urgings, but not old enough to know what to do about them. She thinks guys are great because it's fun petting with them and getting them and herself all worked up, but when she finds out what men are really like, she's going to get her heart broken the way I did."
We talked on at some length, but I saw that she was determined that her daughter should learn about lesbianism. I recalled how Zack had brought his son to me for seduction some months prior to that, and wondered whether the woman was going to go that far with her daughter or whether she would perhaps have a try at it herself.
At any rate, I determined not to be the one to lead the girl into lesbianism unless the woman asked me to. I had a hunch she would, but the decision was going to have to be her own, not mine.
And then I saw it coming. Belinda phoned and asked if she could come and talk to me. I had some free time, so I told her to come ahead. Something in her tone told me to get ready to be asked to seduce the girl and I found myself hoping I was right. Seducing boys was fun, as I saw it, so there was no reason to doubt that seducing a girl would be just as exciting.
I took Belinda to my bedroom instead of the treatment room and, although it was still a little before noon, I poured drinks for us, seeing that she needed one badly.
"Cathy got it last night," she said, a blank look in her eyes as she held the glass without drinking.
"Tell me," I said, gently.
"She was necking with a guy she dated before. They were in his house and alone. She forgot to stop him until he got his hands on her panties, then it was too late. She tried to make him stop, but her blouse was already open and he tore her bra off. After that, her panties went. It was rape, but not the kind you go to court about. He hurt her. She was a real mess when she got home."
Belinda assured me that she had done her best to help, that she had not scolded her daughter about her part in her rape, but that Cathy was still upset and had not gone to school that day.
During our conversation, Belinda made it clear that she had taken the first step in the conversion of the girl's sexual tastes by pointing out to her that what happened to her was typical of what males were like.
"I don't think she's going to do any more dating with guys," she said with a note of pride in her tone.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to find the right woman to show her how good sex can be with a woman and that she doesn't need a man, ever."
"And who is that woman going to be?"
"You."
"Don't expect me to look surprised," I told her, "I've been waiting for the call."
"Then you'll do it?"
"Yes. I'm not sure it's the right thing to do, but I can see you're going to do it anyway and that if it isn't me it's going to be someone else. This way I can make sure it gets done properly anyway."
"When can you do it?"
I told her that I had only two appointments for the following evening and that both were for straight massage so that Lil could take them for me. It was arranged that I would go to Belinda's house to do the job. I told her how much to tell her daughter in advance and what to say to set her up for her seduction without telling her too much.
I arrived to keep the appointment dressed in my very best, freshly bathed and perfumed. Belinda had told me that her daughter was pretty, but I was delighted to see that she was more than that. She was beautiful and seemed to have the mature body of a woman with good breasts and legs.
Her mother had told her enough about my visit so that I could see Cathy was nervous, but not terrified. The three of us sat and chatted, her mother and I having a drink while Cathy drank coffee and took part in the conversation as best she could.
Tension began to build and I was scratching around for a way to break it when Cathy did it for me by asking what it was like to make love with another woman.
Smiling, I told her that it could be very beautiful and enjoyable since women tended to be gentle and to understand the needs of other women.
"There are some rough ones," I explained, "the real diesel dykes, but fortunately there are not so many of those. Most women who enjoy love with other women want to experience gentleness and sensitivity. I'll tell you more in a minute. In fact, I think your mother would excuse us if we were to leave right now."
"Of course," Belinda replied eagerly. "You two run along and chat. I'll see that you're not disturbed."
I offered Cathy my hand and she took it as we left the room to go to her bedroom where we closed the door behind us.
"You're not really afraid are you, dear?" I asked, my arm around her firm waist, my heart pounding in hot anticipation of stripping the young beauty and making love to her.
"I don't think so," she answered, a little nervously. "I guess I'm nervous, but not really afraid. You seem so gentle."
"I can and will be very gentle, dear," I assured her. "I promise that nothing will happen to you against your will. Just try to relax. Do you enjoy kissing?"
"Yes. I mean I used to, before...." she broke it off at that point.
"I do too, dear. You have beautiful lips and a lovely face. I'd just love to kiss your mouth and feel your body close to mine."
As I spoke in a whisper, I turned her in my arms and our mouths came together easily. I kept the kiss very light, yet it was wildly exciting to me and as I heard the pounding of her heart, I knew I was getting through to her.
As the kiss ended, I sat on the bed and had her sit close to me. When I turned my mouth toward her again, she brought hers to meet it and we kissed again, this time a little more passionately as I felt her arms tighten around me and thrilled at the feel of her hot breath in my mouth.
I tested her by slipping the tip of my tongue between her lips and her mouth opened wider so that hers and mine mashed. I sent more of my tongue into her and there was an instant, exciting response.
"Oh, Gerda," she whispered hotly into my ear as our mouths moved apart again, "I've never been kissed like that."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it too, dear," I whispered as I pulled her down onto the bed in my arms. "Let's have some more of them. You've got me feeling nice and sexy already. How about you?"
"Ooh, yes, me too."
"Then just let yourself go, darling, nothing is going to hurt you, everything we do is going to make you all hot and excited."
I found her mouth with mine then and we stopped talking, losing ourselves in our passionate kisses which gradually grew in intensity until we were both wild with desire so that we wanted more than just kisses on the mouth.
Knowing it was up to me, I took the lead and began to fondle her breasts lightly through her thin dress. I felt the response I wanted, but still kept my touches light. I was aware that when boys felt her titties, they pawed them roughly and wanted her to see and appreciate the different, more gentle touch of a woman's hand.
As she continued to respond, I felt her hand reach to cup one of my bigger boobs. I sighed loudly and squirmed, whispering to her about how I loved being fondled that way. My words provided just the encouragement they were meant to as she began to fondle me even more eagerly and boldly.
Moving things along another step, I sent my left hand down to the hem of her dress and found a firm, nylon sheathed leg just a little above her knee. Through our next kiss, I felt my way up her thigh until it moved over the top of her nylon and onto the silken skin of her firm young thigh.
While the feel of her sweet young body was driving me wild with lust, I noted that the same thing was happening to Cathy. There would be no holding back, I was sure, even when I would begin to undress her and prepare to take her all the way into the misty world of lesbianism.
We continued to writhe on the bed, but I was still able to open the fastenings of my dress. During one pause while we gaped for air, I pulled the garment easily over my head and tossed it away.
"Oh Gerda," she gasped, her eyes wide with wonder, "you're so beautiful. Oh, what a body. Hold me again. Let me feel you close to me."
I brought us together in another embrace and when it was finishing, I unfastened her dress. She sat up and helped me take it off. Like me, she had worn no slip and her young, firm body looked delightful in white bra and panties which so excitingly contrasted with my black lingerie.
I had Cathy kneel up on the bed with me and showed her in the mirror the exciting contrast of our differently clad bodies.
"Keep looking in the mirror, darling," I told her as my body moved a little away from her and my hands became busy, feeling her through and around her bra and panties while the beautiful angel trembled with desire as it kept wanting more and more of what I was doing to it with my hands and, from time to time, with my mouth.
She gave a little cry of desire when I held her firm, smooth waist with both hands and licked the cleavage of her breasts. When I finished, I whispered that I wanted to take her bra off and suck her beautiful breasts.
"Yes ... yes," she sighed as she felt my hands move to unhook her bra. The way she squirmed under my touch made the task delightfully difficult, then her bra was off and I was gasping in genuine admiration at the sight of those titties of hers.
They were too big and beautiful to be owned by a girl of only sixteen.
"My God," I panted as my hands closed over the twin beauts, "they're positively hard, darling. I've never felt such beautiful titties. Oooh, baby, I'm going to suck them until my jaws ache."
She was still crying yes when my mouth closed over one and I began sucking so hard that I knew she could feel it right down in her crotch. While I sucked one beauty, my hand worked feverishly, but not roughly, on the other as my darling squirmed and tried to tell me how good it felt. She wasn't able to form real words, but the sounds were more than enough to tell me everything I wanted to hear from her.
Cathy was lying on her back with me bending over her, making juicy sucking sounds, then I felt her fingers working on the hooks of my big bra. In a little while I felt it fall open, then I raised myself and took it off. Her eyes' were wet and shining as she looked up at my big, firm boobies and opened her mouth wide as though she wanted to suck one.
I lowered myself to her and she reached for them with both hands. Oh how that little angel would fondle boobies. While she stuffed the tip of one into her greedy, wet mouth, I felt the crotch of my panties getting wet and sent a hand to check the state of hers.
Her panties clung tightly, the narrow strip of sheer nylon pressing against her hot little pussy. Her legs opened wide to give me room to play and I took full advantage of the space, rubbing the body warmed nylon with the flat of my hand and my fingers as well, rubbing well down so that my hand curved under her and touched the lower slopes of her luscious bum as well.
As I felt those firm bum cheeks, I was almost overcome by the urge to spank them, but warned myself that I must not, that I would have to save that for a second session at some other time.
It hadn't been included in the bargain, but whether her mother wanted me to or not, I determined I would teach Cathy to enjoy having her pretty bum spanked, it was just too good to pass up.
We paused after a little while to catch our breath and, while we were doing it, to examine each other's elongated and hardened nipples. We played little finger and thumb games with each other, talking in loving, excited whispers about how we felt.
"You're going to lose your little panties now, dear," I told her and she gave a little cry of delight as she asked if I was going to take them off for her. "You bet I am, dear," I told her. "It will be so much more fun than letting you do it yourself. You may take mine off if you wish."
"Let me take yours off first," she said, impulsively as her hands reached for them.
I knelt up beside her and she threw her arms around me, hugging my hips and rubbing my big behind with both hands as she made little sighing sounds in her throat. I felt my panties going down then and made a point of looking at her face in the mirror to check her reaction.
I have a very big, dense cunny bush and when she saw it, she blinked and I saw her eyes shining as her hand went to it to feel. It told me that she was all mine and that nothing after that would bother her.
When she dragged my panties down to my knees, I dropped to the bed and we took them off, working together, then I pulled her panties down and dragged them down her legs and off.
What a perfect little beauty she was when I saw her nude except for her garter belt and nylons. I drew her into a full length embrace while our bodies rubbed and pressed through a long kiss which included plenty of tongue action.
I couldn't wait any longer to taste her little pussy, so I turned her on the bed, knelt over her and told her in a hot whisper what I was going to do to her. She trembled and gave a little squeal of passion at the thought of what lay in store for her.
I know what a big moment it is for a girl the moment when, for the first time, she feels a face between her thighs, a mouth on the sensitive pink lips of her little twat, so I took my time and made her wait for it even though I wanted to zero right in on that delicious looking little goodie which lay like a jewel, partially screened by the tendrils of honey blonde hair.
She kept her beautiful, long legs up and wide open while I teased her by kissing and licking her thighs moving ever closer to that little pink core but not quite touching it with my tongue.
Her crotch became shiny with the juice of my mouth, and her bum was bouncing on the bed before I finally gave her a blast of hot breath, then closed my mouth over that truly delicious (vulva).
What a cry she let out as she felt my mouth and heard my muffled moan of passion as I settled down to lapping her. I got my hands under her beautiful bum and held on tight as I sent my tongue into action as it found and rubbed her hard little clit.
I thought she'd go crazy, and that would have made two of us because I was out of my mind and had been for a long, lovely time as the angel squirmed under my touch, her body a writhing mass of warm, delightful silk.
With a cry of passion, she warned me that she was going to come. I stayed right on her puss with my mouth, gave her a few final licks on the clit, then she went off. I held on tight as she exploded, filling the room and probably the whole house with her cries of ecstasy. It made me wonder how Belinda was reacting to the sounds of her daughter coming with a woman's face in her crotch. I would have been willing to bet that her panties were down and she was fingering herself. Later, she confirmed that I would have won the bet and that she was dying of jealousy as she listened.
When it was over, Cathy tried to tell me how great it had been, but words were hard to come by as was breath, but I told her that her eyes were telling me all I wanted to hear.
She wanted to see my pussy then, so I lay back and opened my legs. She brought her face close to it while she played with it, rubbing and slipping a finger inside to probe where I was wet and hot.
The little darling teased me until I was ready to scream, playing with my thighs and bum as well as my sex slot, then without warning, I felt her mouth press down on it and did some howling of my own.
Cathy was proof positive that every woman has within her the strong instinct to make love to another woman. It was the first time she had ever done such a thing, and yet her lovely mouth worked with the delightful greed and knowing touch of the best lesbian whore in the world.
I had been sucked off by some of the best gals in the business, but none had ever thrilled me more than the greedy little angel who ate me as though eating was going to go out of style tomorrow and she had to get enough for a whole lifetime. Her hands never stopped rubbing either, so that in what seemed like only a few seconds, my body jerked up, my back arched until it threatened to break, and I went up to the stars in a fleshy rocket.
There really can't be a heaven up there anywhere, because if there were, I would have zoomed right through it and left Saint Peter with a puzzled look. No woman ever rocketed me higher either before or since.
When I came back to earth, we agreed that we could both use a rest.
"Did mother know this was going to happen?" she asked.
"Yes dear, she wanted you to find out what it is like."
"What a wonderful woman she is, Gerda. I love her now even more than ever before."
"Then let's invite her in. I think she'd like to talk to us, especially to you."
She nodded and I went to the door to call Belinda who was standing just outside the room, stark naked and bathed in sweat.
Running into the room, she threw herself on the bed and embraced her naked daughter. After a passionate kiss, she sat up, her eyes gleaming while the girl told her how good it had been and how much she appreciated what her mother and I had done for her.
Belinda went to get drinks for us, deciding that if her daughter was old enough for (cunnilingus) she was old enough for gin, and we chatted excitedly, the three of us sitting naked on the bed.
"Imagine," Belinda said, pretending anger, "coming right into my house and seducing my innocent daughter."
"Yes, wasn't that naughty of me," I giggled. "You would be quite justified if you were so angry that you took me over your lap and gave me a darn good spanking."
"You know, I think I'm going to do that. It will be a good lesson for you. Look at the poor dear, it's clear that you damn near ate her little crotch right out."
"I am ashamed of myself," I assured her, trying my best to keep from laughing. "The little angel fought for her virtue, but I overpowered her, held her down and took what I wanted."
"Well you'll pay for that with your big, bare ass," she told me sternly as she sat on the edge of the bed and I went over her lap.
She gave me a first class spanking and I saw that her daughter was awe stricken at the severity of the spanking and my obvious enjoyment of it, despite the fact that I was crying and kicking my legs as the slapping hand stung my behind.
When it was over, Belinda and I agreed that she was at fault in not having protected her daughter fom my wicked advances and so I punished her by drawing her down across my lap and giving her a severe spanking.
After that, we were both in the mood for something more, so Cathy moved aside while we got together, end to end and used our mouths to bring each other off.
Later that evening, Cathy learned more about spanking as she gave one to both me and her mother, and took a light one from each of us.
When we all had nice hot bums, we got down on the floor and formed a tight daly chain during which we all dove each other with Belinda eating her own daughter and agreeing with me that the girl's honey pot was filled with delicious, pure honey.
We got together often after that as friends, rather than on a professional basis, and, for that matter, we still meet from time to time. Cathy is now a beautiful woman of twenty-four and a full time lesbian with many appropriate friends.
Their home has been the scene of some pretty wild sex parties in which I have participated.
A SWEET OLD MAN
I never thought of asking Duncan how he had heard of me and of our studio, but he appeared in the treatment room one afternoon with a wad of one dollar bills to pay for a massage and hand polish (our term for masturbation).
I blinked when I saw him. He had a gentle, kindly look about him, but I guessed that he had to be at least seventy. I later learned that he was seventy-two at the time. I doubted that he would be able to get a hard-on, but since he was willing to pay for his treatment, I saw that as being his problem. I was prepared to do my best, but didn't think that would include working a miracle on a tired old man.
He undressed quickly and I saw his tired looking old dork dangling with a hopeless look about it. When he asked if I would please take off all my clothes to massage him, I gave him a smile and began undressing. Actually, I should have charged more for that service, but didn't have the heart.
When I was bare except for my garter belt and nylons, I thought he would collapse as he stared at me as though I were the first, or the most beautiful, nude he had ever seen.
I was so touched that I told him he could feel me up a little if he wanted to. His hands were bony and dry on my breasts, but he fondled them with a reverent touch and I felt myself getting excited.
At his age, I told myself, he could die of excitement before his treatment ended and it gave me a warm feeling to think that if it happened that way, I would be responsible for a lonely old man dying happily in the arms of a woman rather than alone in some shabby, lonely room.
To my great surprise, his tool actually stiffened as he toyed with my boobies, belly, bum, thighs and my pussy. I was tempted to offer him a piece of tail, but decided not to since he hadn't asked for it and the exertion of it may be too much for him.
"Would you like me to pull you off now?" I asked him, letting him know that he could play with me a little longer if he wanted to instead.
"I guess so," he croaked, "while you've got it so nice and hard. I haven't had a hard-on for years. I was hoping you'd be able to do that for me."
I helped him onto the table and stretched him out on his back. Rubbing scented oil on my hands, I gent over the table and began fondling his (penis). I didn't know if the poor old thing was going to be able to shoot, but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible anyway.
Wanting to get and keep him as excited as possible, I talked about sex and asked him to tell me about some of his most exciting exploits with women. He talked freely and I noted that he seemed most excited when talking about women who had blown him.
"Do you really enjoy being blown?" I asked.
"Oh yes, I think that's the biggest thrill there is."
"Then why didn't you ask me to do it?" I asked as my right hand worked slowly up and down on his tool.
"It costs more," he replied simply, a sad look coming over his eyes.
"It does every other day," I told him with a wink, "but we have a special today. People we really like get a free blow job."
"Would you really do that?" he asked. "An ugly old man like me?"
"You're not ugly," I told him firmly, "and I'm not only going to give you a blow job, but I'm going to give you something nice to look at and play with while I do it to you."
I moved him to the middle of the table, then got up on it on my knees, straddling him. When I got down on all fours to get my mouth around the head of his pecker, he was looking right up at my crotch and bum. I knew what a thrill that must have been for the old man.
"Is it really all right if I feel you?" he asked with the eagerness of a little boy.
"You just do anything you like," I told him. "I won't be able to talk to you for a while though, because I'm going to start blowing you right now."
I felt his bony old hands swarming all over my crotch, thighs and bum as I took his pecker in my mouth and began sucking it.
Almost at once I felt the thing getting harder and bigger. As it did, I began to believe that I really was going to work a miracle and bring him off in my mouth. With that thought in mind, I settled down to do my very best, working his tool in and out of my mouth, licking the head and the big vein under it, and generally doing all I could to make it better for him.
I heard him croak that he was going to come, then felt his fingers digging into my bum. I had just been spanked a little before then and my bun was still warm and pink from it. It was also more sensitive to the touch of his fingers.
My mouth sucked hard then, I felt the head of his tool expand in my mouth, then he was jerking all over as he shot one spurt of juice up into me and gave me a few more for good measure. All in all, he fired off a pretty good charge for an old man.
Before I could get off the table, he parted the cheeks of my bum and gave me a wet kiss right on my little pink (anus). I knew it was his ultimate expression of thanks for what I had done for him.
Telling him to rest for a little while before getting dressed, I asked whether he would be coming back again. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as he told me that he would be back when he could save up the price of the fee. I learned then that he had saved for two months to get the money for that visit.
I wanted to give him back his money, but he refused, proudly, telling me that it was a real treat to be able to pay a beautiful woman for her body at his age and in his circumstances.
Telling him to stay where he was, I went for the appointment book and gave him an appointment for the same time, one week from that day. He cried a little when I told him it would be on the house because I liked him, and with a lump in his throat he promised me he would be back to keep the appointment if he were still alive.
He lived all right and returned early for his next appointment. During the week I had wondered whether it had been foolish of me to offer him the free visit, but the moment I saw his face I just lit up and felt a warm glow inside which told me that I had done right. It is a tough, cold world and we don't often get a chance for really meaningful acts of kindness. I knew right then that I would invite him back again and again and do what I could to brighten the final years or days of his life.
As soon as I met him in the room, I stripped naked and took him in my arms. His voice quavering with age and with sincere emotion, he thanked me again and again for my gift.
I helped him undress then went to the couch with him to let him play with my body. He was like a kid turned loose in a candy store as he used his two hands and his mouth on me while I squirmed and told him what a good job he was doing.
Sure, it would have been a lot more thrilling if he'd been a handsome young man or an excited, innocent boy, but there was a strong thrill for me in seeing how thrilled he was, and it more than repaid me for whatever generosity he was receiving from me.
He gave my titties and my pussy bush a real going over, rubbed my puss-puss and got it nice and wet, then told me he would like to kiss my bum if I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all and rolled over onto my tummy, feeling just wonderful.
The poor old man had almost no teeth at all, but his mouth opened wide and he gave my bum a good gumming, sending trickles of juice down into my crotch which was already hot and juicy anyway.
When I felt him trying to get his face between my big cheeks, I made it easier for him by drawing myself up on my knees so that my behind arched out toward him and my crack opened so that he told me he could see my pinkie, as he called it.
Holding my hips with both hands, he got his mouth right in my crack and sent his tongue to work on me. I've had my (anus) tongued before, but never with more spirit than the old man showed as he licked it raw before he stopped and told me that I'd better pull him off before his bone got tired and fell.
When I looked at it, I saw that he had worked up a very good one indeed.
"What do you mean, pull you off?" I asked with a smile. "I thought you liked blow jobs better?"
He assured me he did, but pointed out that since I was doing it free, he felt that would be too much to ask of me.
Scolding him, I told him to lie down on his back and get ready to be blown. When I asked if he'd like me to do it the same way as before, I got an enthusiastic yes from him and quickly knelt astride him, giving his hands my crotch and bum to play with.
As I took his joint in my mouth, his hands got busy and we were both in business. I gave him a nice, slow blowing while he kept my big bum squirming with his hands until he let me know that he was ready to blast off. When he did, I tightened the grip of my mouth on his (penis) and gave him an even more ardent sucking. He flowed strongly and I left him happy and drained.
Over the next few months, my dear old man came to see me every week and always went away happy. And then one day a lawyer came to see me, with news that the old man was dead.
The lawyer had been a friend of his from the old days, and told me my friend had gone to him and had a will drawn up in which he left a house, the only thing he owned, to me. There was no way I could stop the tears from gushing.
Unable to keep the secret to myself, I told the lawyer of my relationship with the old man, and before I finished, there were tears in his eyes as well.
As it turned out, the old man paid me doubly for my favors. The house he left was no mansion, but it brought a nice price. The lawyer, intrigued at our operation, not only became a client, but sent many of his friends to us so that there was a sudden upsurge in business.
LIL LENDS A HAND
As I mentioned in the previous chapter, the lawyer sent a lot of business or way, including some highly respected businessmen who came from another city. Some of them were content with just a straight massage and hand polish, but there were others who showed more imaginative tastes.
One of these was Eddie. A man in his early fifties, he was nervous during the early part of his first visit. I sensed he wanted something special and was afraid to say what, so I determined to put him at ease as quickly as possible.
The first step consisted of taking my smock off to let him see me in bra and panties. To that costume, I added a warm smile for good measure.
When he asked what sort of things we did for our clients, I told him to imagine the fartherest our sexual acts he could dream of, and that we went beyond that in our services. After blinking at my answer, he showed me that he was more excited than nervous and I knew we were on the way to a relaxed understanding.
"Would you like a massage first, while we talk about things?" I asked and he undressed at once. He showed a nice bone as he stripped and went to the table.
To let him know that I meant what I said, I followed him to the table and wrapped my hand around his bone, telling him it was a nice one and that I would take very good care of it. .
He asked me to tell him about some of the things I did for clients. Knowing he needed the assurance that there were others with off-beat tastes, I related some incidents to him and felt him jump with excitement at the things I told him.
"Doesn't it bother you?" he asked. "Don't you feel revolted by some of the things your clients want you to do for them?"
"Far from it," I told him as I continued to massage him. "I love sex, especially the far out variety. Each time a new client comes to me, I hope to learn something new from him or her, as the case may be,"
"I envy you," he sighed, his tone sincere. "Here I am at fifty-two, unhappy in life, disliking the work I'm forced to do, not trusting or liking many of the people I work with, and with nothing to show for it all but money. You, on the other hand, are doing what you like and enjoying life."
"Life is full of traps," I commented. "I was just lucky enough to get out of the trap before I really got into it. You're right about my being happy in my work. I've got all the sex I can handle and more money than I need. It's a beautiful arrangement and I expect to keep it that way as long as I live."
We talked a little more along that line until I finished his massage, then he sat up and asked me to take my bra and panties off. I did so, smiling, and stood beside the table so that he could play with me. He enjoyed feeling me up and I enjoyed the things he said about my body. It was a very nice arrangement.
"I love feeling a woman like this," he whispered as a hand went into my crotch to rub me where I was hottest. "I think I could do it for hours."
"Does your wife like to be felt up?" I asked, wanting to draw him out and get him to tell me what he wanted from me in the way of sex.
"Hell no. I can't get near her. When the urge gets too strong I have to go to the John and jerk myself off."
"But that's all wrong," I protested. "That isn't enough for a virile man like you. Don't you have a nice young secretary who'd like you to warm up her panties?"
"Not even that," he said sadly, "I don't dare risk it now. We had a pretty little negro maid a few years ago. She and I got along well. We liked to use our mouths on each other, you know, all the way. One night my wife caught us sucking each other off."
"Oh oh, I don't suppose she liked that much."
"That's putting it mildly. I had a hell of a job talking her out of divorcing me. I gave the maid a few thousand and sent her back to Jamaica so that there was no witness. Since then, my wife watches me like a hawk. If she ever catches me off base, she'll divorce me with the greatest of pleasure and clean me out in the bargain. I just can't risk it."
"Well," I encouraged him, "you can always come here to get massaged. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"No, there isn't. That's why I was so delighted when I heard about you and your place."
"I'm pleased. Now suppose you tell me about some of the special things you enjoy." As I said it, I gave him my boobies to play with while I fondled his stiff bone.
"Well." he began a little nervously, "I'm glad to hear you spank. Once, when I was in my teens, an older woman seduced me. Along the way, she took me over her lap and gave me a spanking. I'll never forget the thrill of that."
"Then cheer up, Eddie," I told him, "I love spanking bare bums and I'll give you all you want. Would you like me to be mummy or nurse or what? You just name it."
"I think I'd like to be a shy teenager and you just be a woman seducing me and spanking me."
"That's easy and should be fun. Isn't there anything else you'd like?"
"Well ... yes, there is."
"Then tell me. You're not going to shock me, you know."
"Well, I've often thought about how it would be to have two women working on me. You know, humiliating me, spanking me, making me kiss and lick them all over and spanking me whenever they felt like it."
"I think I know just what you want. The only other woman we have here is Lil. She's the one who brought you to the room. Will she do?"
"Perfect. I like the idea of a beautiful young one like you, and an older woman. Can she do it the way I want?"
"You can be sure of it, Eddie. She's been in the massage business a lot longer than I have and she knows all the games and how they should be played. We'll give you a working over you'll never forget."
We discussed his tastes a little longer so that I would know just what to do the next time he came, then I told him that I had another appointment in less than a half hour so that if he wanted something that day we should soon get at it.
"I'd like you to give me a spanking then do sixty-nine with me," he said, his eyes pleading.
"Consider it done, Eddie," I told him with a smile as I helped him off the table and went to the stool I like to sit on for spanking.
Since he didn't seem interested in the little boy scolding most men like to get before a spanking, I just took him over my thighs, gripped his waist with my left arm and began spanking him.
He sobbed a little before I even started and I soon had him crying lustily as I laid the spanks on well with loud, clear sounds which filled the room, even over the sound of his crying.
When I stopped spanking, I reached under him and found his (penis). It was stiff as a pole and throbbed in my hand as I held it, telling me that it would not be in my mouth long before it went off.
As we went to the couch, he told me, still sobbing, what a wonderful spanking it had been and how he would be looking forward to his next one from both me and Lil.
Pleased as usual to see a satisfied client, I took him onto the couch and waited until he fitted his face between my thighs before I took his (penis) in my mouth and began sucking on it.
Eddie quickly proved to me that he knew what to do with his mouth when he got into a woman's crotch and worked up as I was, he really made me tremble as he put his tongue to work the way I like to feel a tongue when it alternates between lapping deep inside and licking my clitoris.
He didn't go off as quickly as I expected and I beat him to it, climaxing strongly and squirming through a first class orgasm. I was just coming out of it when I felt the head of his rod expanding it my mouth, then it began spitting and I had to keep swallowing fast.
Three days later, Eddie returned late in the afternoon to keep his appointment with Lil and me. We chatted first, making sure that everything was understood, then when we were ready to start, Lil and I peeled down to bra, panties, garter belt and nylons and watched him look from one to the other in mounting excitement.
We took turns kissing him and feeling him through the front of his pants, then I told him to take all his clothes off and get ready to be seduced. While he undressed, Lil and I kissed and played with each other to amuse and arouse him a bit more, whether or not he needed anything else, considering how aroused he already was.
When he was naked, I took him in my arms with his stiff, throbbing tool between my thighs and kissed him. While I did Lil began spanking him, not hard, but with just enough sting, I saw, to keep him squirming and rubbing against me. After a little more of that, he gave a little gasp and pulled away in a hurry, panting as he did that he had come too close to that spurting which would have terminated his enjoyment before any of us wanted it to end.
I gave him a couple of minutes to cool down, then told him to come to me and take my bra and panties off. Our man was trembling with excitement as he came to me and did what I told him, then I told him that Lil too wanted to lose her bra and panties.
Lil may have been quite a bit older than I, but he was plenty excited as he finished undressing her. There was no faulting her body in any way as she had taken good care of it over the years.
Gripping his pecker with my left hand, I led him over to the stool and told him I was going to give him a brisk, stinging spanking to make sure he understood that he was to do everything I told him while we seduced him later.
He began sobbing at once and when he was a little slow in mounting my lap, Lil grabbed him around the waist, bent him under her arm and gave him a quick shower of spanks as she wanted him to obey us without hesitation unless he was prepared to pay the price of a very hot behind. It was the first time I had ever worked on a client with her and I was impressed with the way she operated.
Eddie was crying as he bent across my thighs, but that was only the beginning and we both knew it. I gave him all the spanking he could take for the time being, and when Lil helped him off my lap, I told him to kneel between my legs.
When he obeyed, I pushed on the back of his head and pressed his wet face onto my cunny bush, telling him that I wanted him to inhale deeply. He did so and I watched as Lil crouched beside him to play with his red behind and the hairy sack which seemed to be well filled and building a nice pressure.
After a little while, I pushed him away and went to the couch where I sat on the edge with my legs apart and told him to go down on me and bring me off. I watched his eyes shining as he dropped to his knees, reached into my crotch to open up my little pink lips, then he pressed his face onto me, mouth right on the right spot, and began to suck and lick.
I saw that Lil was waiting for her turn with him, so I kept urging him to hurry until I was no longer able to speak as his tongue on my clitoris triggered me and I went off, gasping for air.
While I was still climaxing, I felt a new motion between my legs. When I looked, I saw that Lil was pulling him away from me and telling him she wanted some of the same and wanted it fast and well done.
She was still threatening him with another spanking when I saw his face press into her crotch and she forgot all about threats. He was giving her a real lapping and she was loving every lick of it, her legs bent high and scissoring while the man filled the room with loud, juicy sucking sounds which got me all worked up again.
It wasn't long before Eddie had Lil howling through a honey of a climax and I joined them on the couch.
"I think he was a little slow making you come, dear," I said, winking.
"Yes, he was," she agreed. "These damn teenagers don't know how to treat a woman."
"Maybe we should teach him a lesson. A nice spanking lesson."
"I think that's just what this spoiled brat needs," she went on. "Who's going to give it to him?"
"Why don't you start while I hold him down."
"Oh no," Eddie protested, faking dread of another bum smacking, "don't spank me again. My bum is so sore from the other spanks."
"Don't you dare talk back," I snapped as I dragged him onto the couch and rolled him over on his tummy. "If we decide you're going to get spanked again, then you are going to be spanked and that's that. Just in case you get any silly notions about moving out of position, I'll hold you down with my big behind."
Getting onto the couch with him, I straddled his head then sat my bare behind on his head and neck. As I did so I gave his neck a little rubbing with my wet, hot crotch and saw that he loved it, despite his pretense at begging us to let him go.
Lil crouched on the couch beside him and began laying on the spanks with a heavy hand. His behind was still red and hot from his earlier spanking, but she showed no mercy as her big right hand rose and fell with one stinging slap after another while he cried and kicked his legs wildly.
Watching and listening to the spanking, and thrilling to the feel of his neck squirming in my crotch, I reached down and parted my pussy lips to make contact with my hot clitoris on his hairy neck.
When I achieved it, I began riding him, rubbing back and forth on his neck and knowing that I would come if I kept it up. I came even faster than I expected and damn near crushed him as my crotch pressed down hard in orgasm.
The spasms passed and I fell over him, slapping at his buttocks with both hands, making him cry even more loudly and keeping his ass bobbing up and down like a pair of big red apples while Lil watched, standing by the couch, legs wide apart, fingering herself.
I rolled him over onto his back then, straddled him, lowered my crotch until I felt the head of his (penis) at the wet opening of my slit, then I pushed down, impaling myself until the full length of his bone was inside me.
He gave a groan between sobs, and I began giving him a nice slow ride, posting smoothly and listening to the squishy sounds coming from my crotch, feeling juice as it trickled down my thighs.
I thought he was going to cry when I pulled right up away from him and allowed his juicy bone to slip out of me. Motioning to Lil, I invited her to take over on him.
She fitted her puss-puss over the head of his tool easily, then began riding him as I had done. I hurried around to the head of the couch and knelt over his face, bringing my crotch down to his mouth.
His hands gripped me and pulled me down on him and his tongue came up to meet me at the same moment. With an animal growl, he began devouring my wet crotch as my partner continued giving his erect pole a slow riding.
When I felt his body jerking and heard his groans, I knew our boy was about to fire his load.
"Keep sucking," I panted loudly enough for him to heard under my body. "Suck ... suck ... suck ... or I'll smother you with my ass."
In a voice hot with passion, Lil told me he was then shooting it into her and shrieked at him to keep lapping me or she would cut his behind to ribbons with a whip.
I don't know whether or not the threats were necessary, but even while he was spurting, he went right on working on me with his mouth until he brought me off.
When it was all over, Eddie assured us both that it had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him and that he would be back often to have the two of us work him over.
Although we had set a pretty high fee to begin with, he insisted on tipping us generously over and above that, an act which endeared him to us even more.
I pride myself on having a reasonably good understanding of people and how they tick, but I have never been able to really understand the man who is not satisfied with being scolded and spanked, but wants to be humiliated by women in every possible way.
As Eddie continued his visits to the massage parlor, he kept demanding more and more debasement and humiliation, never able to get enough of it. In time, our treatment of him involved taking him to the bathroom with us and forcing him to submit to indignities which would turn the stomach of many a strong man, but only made him cry for more.
And yet he was not by any means unique. There were many more like him whose tastes varied only in detail from his.
Still, since they all combined to make me wealthy, I have no intention of condemning them.
A STRANGE HUSBAND AND WIFE
Glenda was a striking blonde in her late thirties who had been recommended to me by another client. The first time she visited me, she booked an hour and spent almost half of it in conversation.
She explained to me that although she was happily married, she was a bisexual and her husband was aware of this. She startled me a little, not a simple feat, by telling me that each time she enjoyed an affair with a woman, she would go home and tell her husband all the details of it.
Her stories always aroused him wildly and if she happened to be in the mood, she would allow him to perform cunnilingus on her and have sexual intercourse. If not, she would tell him so and he would listen until she neared the end of the story, then take his penis out and masturbate in front of her, spurting his semen into her panties which she would take off for that purpose.
It seemed natural to ask whether he had ever shown a desire to watch her in action with another woman, so I asked.
"He hasn't yet," she answered, "but I think it's only a matter of time. That's part of the reason I came to you. I take it you would be prepared to perform with me for a man?"
"For a fee," I replied, smiling, "I can't think of anything I wouldn't do with man, woman or beast."
"Does that include taking a spanking on what I'm sure isa beautiful big behind?"
"Of course," I replied, opening my smock, taking it off and turning my back to her to let her have a look at my nice big, firm bottom through my sheer panties.
Her hands were gentle as she fondled the nylon clad cheeks, but I knew that if she dug spanking, her hands could be anything but gentle. After she had given my bum a nice rubbing, she turned me around to explore the rest of me, especially that which I carry in my big brassiere.
"You really are a package," she told me as she began to unfasten her dress. "How much of a spanking can you take?"
"About as much as you can give," I told her with a confident smile, watching her Byes light up with desire.
I had already decided I liked the way she filled a bra, then she stepped out of her half slip and I felt a wave of excitement sweep over me. I liked everything I saw about her, including the slightly arrogant look she wore on her beautiful face.
"I take it I'm going to get a spanking right now?" I asked.
"That's right, dear," she replied, tugging at her sheer panties and snugging them around her firm body. "Let's say you've been an insolent servant and I'm going to punish you."
Picking up my cue, I stood with my hands on my hips, and, in an insolent tone, told her to do something that was both rude and impractical, to herself.
"That did it, Gerda," she snapped. "You've had a spanking coming for a long time and I'm going to give it to you right now."
"No!" I protested sharply. "You can't spank me. I won't let you." I allowed a note of fear to creep into my tone, guessing she preferred it that way.
"I can and I shall, Gerda," she told me, confidently. "Either you submit to it or I shall call my husband to aid me. I know he would love to see you stripped naked. Will you submit or shall I call him?"
"I ... I'll submit," I mumbled, my head bowed. "Please don't spank me too hard. I haven't been spanked on my bum since I was a little girl."
"Well there's nothing little about your bum now," she retorted and I'm going to take your panties down and spank it until those big cheeks are as red as roses. How do you like that, you insolent brat?"
"Please don't spank me hard," I pleaded, feeling warm tears welling up in my eyes as I threw myself into my role and caused her to tremble with excitement. I was even better than she had expected and I knew it. That confidence made it easy for me to go on being very convincing and what I saw in her eyes told me how well I was doing.
"Take your bra off, Gerda," she snapped. "Your titties look very impressive in it, but I'm sure that when you take it off, they'll fall to your knees."
"Please don't make me take it off," I begged, "I'm shy about having to show my breasts."
"Do as you're told, Gerda or you'll be showing them to my husband. He'd just love to take your bra off and your panties as well. I'm sure he'd enjoy feeling you up all over."
My hands trembled nicely and I sniffed wetly as I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. I teased her by being slow and clumsy about it, then pulled it off. I almost ruined her act as she gave a little gasp, her eyes widening at the sight of them. I knew she wanted to say more about their bigness, firmness and beauty, but since that would have spoiled the act, she resisted and told me to go to her.
"So you don't like showing your bare breasts," she commented as I obeyed and she reached for them with both hands. "Well that's just too bad because I'm not only going to look at them, I'm going to humiliate you by playing with them like this." As she said it, she began rubbing and squeezing them with both hands, her own breasts rising and falling strongly with her labored breathing. "How does it feel, Gerda, do you like having me play with them this way?"
"No," I lied, loving her beautiful lesbian touch.
"Then come with me," she said as she took my left arm firmly and led me toward the spanking stool, "and I'll see how you like being touched briskly on your big bare bottom. I'm going to give it a real touching with the palm of my hand."
I sobbed and pleaded to escape the spanking as she caught the waistband of my panties and pulled them down slowly over by swelling, firm buttocks. I felt her hot breath on me and knew that before she was finished, she would do more than just spank me.
When my panties caught in my crotch, she sent long fingers there to free them, then worked her fingers up into me as my behind jerked against her hand.
"Yes, Gerda," she went on, still fingering me and driving me up the wall, "you are completely at my mercy now. I can do anything I like with you, including this." At that, she pushed one long finger well up into my slit and wriggled it a little before brushing my clitoris with it and pulling it out.
With my panties pulled half way down my thighs, she took me over her lap and I felt her right hand move to my nicely presented bum at once. She rubbed and squeezed the beautiful big cheeks as though she couldn't really believe that bum cheeks could be so big and still so solid to the touch.
I felt her left arm grip my waist firmly and knew we were about to get underway. She gave both cheeks a few more pats, then raised her right hand and delivered the first spank.
It told me that this gal really knew what spanking was all about. As the stinging smack landed, her hand held for a moment, giving a little squeeze before it went up again to come down on the other side of my deep valley with just as much sting as the first.
She soon had me sobbing, then crying for mercy as I squirmed over her lap, fires burning in my nether cheeks, her hand continuing to rise and fall as though her arm would never tire.
I always did enjoy a good spanking, but I must admit that with my enjoyment, there was a lot of pure pain. It was as sound a hand spanking as I had ever taken and yet, tears or no, I became so sexually aroused that I thought I was going to come just from being spanked.
I didn't come, but I came as close to it as possible before she stopped spanking and pushed me off her lap. I saw that she was still playing the strongly dominant role and wondered where it would lead us.
As it turned out, it led us to the couch as she stood there and hurriedly jerked her panties down and off, threw herself down on her back with her legs up and open, then told me to go down on her with my mouth and make her come.
I considered pretending to protest, but my state of arousal and the sight of her hot looking crotch were too much to be controlled. Moments later, I was lost in her crotch, sucking greedily while my hands fondled her lush thighs and buttocks.
She was a real beauty all right and her eating spot was clean, sweet smelling and a pure delight. Also, she knew how to take a lapping with grace and style, a trick that not all women have at their disposal.
When she went into orgasm, her bum jerked right off the couch and I held her up there with both hands while I went on sucking greedily, finishing with her slit, then, while I continued to hold her body up, licking away what juices I could find around her crotch and upper thighs.
I lowered her onto the couch then and gazed down at the happiest, most beautiful face I'd ever seen. Glenda was no longer pretending anger or anything else. On her face I read all the signs of ultimate ecstasy as shivers of delight gradually subsided in her.
"That was pure heaven, Gerda," she sighed. "Do you need anything?"
"Only a parachute," I groaned. "I've climbed so far up the wall I may break my neck if I fall, but I think can fix that with my finger."
"Lie down on the couch, dear," she told me as she sat up and removed her bra, "Mummy fix hot little pussy."
I dropped onto my back and she had to help me raise my legs. She did it with a deft, knowing touch, then her face was in my crotch and she was driving me farther up the wall with her mouth and tongue, seeming to suck, lap and lick at the same time. At one point I thought she was going to eat my clitoris right off, but she didn't.
And then I wasn't up the wall anymore. Instead, I made it all the way to the stars. While I rocketed around in space, her hands held my hot, tingling bum comfortingly until I returned to earth.
We still had a few minutes to spare, so we sat and smoked while I admired and fondled her breasts and told her how much I was going to enjoy having her as a client. The appreciation was mutual and we made another appointment for early the following week.
On her next visit, we did pretty much the same as during her first call, except that she gave me only a light spanking, pretending this time that I was a naughty little girl while I played that role to her satisfaction and mine.
The moment she finished spanking me, she dropped the act and we became lovers. I had been fully clothed for my little girl spanking, and had gone over her lap with my smock pulled high over my back and my panties lowered.
As we kissed and prepared to make love, we gradually undressed each other until we were both down to garter belt and nylons, garments which would not hamper our lovemaking in any way.
We paid much more attention to breasts this time, and she breathed words of praise as she fondled and sucked my big ones. I have always been proud of them, but never more than I was then.
They were big to begin with (42-c) but as Glenda toyed with and sucked them, they became bigger than footballs in my eyes and in hers. Although hers were not as big as mine, as I recall she was about a thirty-eight-C, they were firm and nicely tipped with long, sensitive nipples which responded nicely to sucking and fingering.
Our panties were the last things to go, each taking them off the other, then we played a lot of finger games as we allowed the pressure to build while agreeing in whispers that when the time came, we would go down on each other together and double our pleasure with wriggly lips.
The time came and before very long, so did we, each with her face buried in the warm crotch of the other. I poured drinks for us as we caught our breath and we chatted as though we had been lovers for years.
"You can get ready for a visit from my husband any day now," she told me, smiling. "I told him about you and he almost went off in his pants."
"Did you let him lay you?"
"No. I felt so good after you finished with me that I didn't want to spoil it. Still, I gave him a little treat by taking my panties oft and jerking him off in them instead of letting him do it by himself."
"Do you ever blow him?" I asked.
"No, that's something I've never wanted to do. Still, I'm sure he'd love it if you offered to do it for him. You do blow, don't you?"
"I do everything, dear," I assured her. "As a matter-of-fact, I like blowing a nice thick one, especially if it has a big head that really fills my mouth for me."
"Then you'll love blowing Frank, dear. He isn't very long, but it has a head like an apple. After five years of being married to him, it still stretches my twat when he pushes it into me."
"Good for him. My rule of preference is slim ones up my douche pit, thick ones in my mouth. Still, in my trade, the customer is always right and so the choice as to which port of entry is his."
While we finished our drinks, she told me more stories about her husband's sexual tastes, then she dressed and got ready to leave. In booking her next appointment, we selected a late evening one, playing her hunch that her husband would want to come along and we would require a lot of time to enjoy the maximum pleasure.
Glenda phoned me the next morning to tell me that her husband had gone down on his knees and begged to be allowed to join her next time she visited me.
"While he was on his knees," I chuckled, "I hope you gave him something to do."
"You bet I did," she laughed in reply. "I sat on the edge of my chair and had him eat me all the way to come. When he finished, I took the panties he had jerked off in and washed his face with them. He loved it. When I told him that if he pleased you, you would cop his joint, he got so worked up that he got stiff and I took it in hand and squirted my panties again."
I continued to enjoy my work during the next few days, but the thought of Glenda and her husband was with me all the time. Considering the many things I had enjoyed in the course of my career to that point, it may seem strange that I could get so worked up in advance, but that's the way it was.
On the evening of their appointment, I found myself twitching like a sailor's wife waiting for the ship to dock.
Frank was a chubby, rather soft, yet not flabby man in his mid-forties. The moment I saw him, I wanted to spank him. He had sensitive skin and a big behind that promised to be smooth and girlish in appearance. It was, I sensed, the kind of skin that would take on color fast and send the full sting of each slap deep into his flesh to make him cry like a little girl.
"My wife has told me such exciting things about you," he almost panted the words as his eyes moved all over me.
"Did she tell you that I love to spank?" I asked as I slipped one hand behind him and squeezed a bum cheek that felt very feminine.
Lil was looking after her last client, a straight massage and hand polish job, and after that we would have the house to ourselves, so I took the couple up to my big bedroom where there would be more room to play, and a big double bed instead of the couch in the treatment room. I wanted room for Glenda to do plenty of squirming when our time came for some hot, naked action.
As we reached my bedroom and closed the door behind us, Glenda and I moved into a passionate embrace, hands busy on each other while her husband watched, panting like a hairy dog on a hot day.
From my well stocked bedroom bar, I poured drinks and after a toast to pleasure, we sipped our drinks. The eyes of the chubby pink man kept moving over me in a way that told me I would be able to make him do anything I wanted.
As hostess, it was up to me to get things started, so I put my glass down and removed my smock. As I did, there were four eyes moving hotly over my bra and panty clad form, both persons hungering for my lushly curved body. The lust they felt was communicated to me and I became hotly aroused and ready to go.
Glenda took off her dress and half slip, then gave her husband a commanding stare and told him to strip naked. He gave me another look, then began undressing. Although what I saw was a soft, fleshy body, it was not flabby. Even his tummy was not too big.
When he stripped his shorts off I saw that he was very hairy in the pubic region, but his buttocks were hairless and his thighs contained very little. All in all, he was even more girlish than I'd expected, despite the big tool which stood out strongly with the skin drawn back to show the big reddish head his wife had told me about.
"That looks like a very nice mouthful," I told him and watched him tremble with anticipation.
"Will you really take it in your mouth?" he asked.
"I will if you please me enough and make me want to do it," I told him, knowing that his wife was the client and I had to please her, not him.
"That was a very bold question, Gerda. I think you should punish him for it."
"Well, he did show the impulsiveness of a little boy," I responded. "Perhaps that suggests suitable punishment. Come to me Frank, I'm going to spank your bum to punish you."
I sat on a chair and he came to me. Using his big (penis) as a handle, I guided him to my right then drew him down across my thighs. I felt him wriggle while my hands moved him into the position I wanted.
He was a positive dream to spank. His buttocks were neither soft or hard and the skin was as sensitive as I'd known it would be. He sobbed from the first spank and it was not long before he was crying and kicking his feet as I laid the spanks on well, with plenty of sting.
While I enjoyed spanking him and listening to boyish crying, I saw that his wife was enjoying it too, her left hand rubbing the crotch of her panties as she stared with mounting arousal at her husband being spanked on my lap.
Sensing that I would want to spank Frank again later, I called a halt to his first one and toyed with his warm, red bum cheeks for a while before letting him get up. He went on sobbing and used both hands to try to rub away the sting my hand had planted there. I knew the tingle would last for a long time, rubbing or no.
Glenda came to the bed with me then and we each took off the bra and panties of the other. Except for garter belts and nylons, we were naked. Frank wiped away his tears so that he could get a better look at us, especially me. Having the price of a spanking, he wanted to reap all the benefits with his eyes. His tool had gone soft during the spanking, but it quickly leaped to erection at the sight of me.
Glenda whispered that she wanted to spank me, so at once I went over her thighs, bum up, and soon felt warmth spreading through me as she gave me a nice, brisk spanking.
When the spanking was over, we quickly fell into a hot, squirming embrace which moved all over the wide bed. While we kissed and fondled each other, the man stayed close, feasting his eyes and holding his (penis) in one hand, making me wonder if he would lose control and spray us with his juice.
We eventually stopped rolling around, and when we did, my face was pressed into Glenda's crotch and hers was warm and exciting in mine. There was no rush, so we teased each other with a lot of kissing and licking of crotches before we settled down to some serious lapping. After that, it was not long before we both went off.
While we rested from our lovely labors, Frank got onto the bed and began fondling my boobies and thighs. After he had done that for a while, I rolled over and gave him my warm pink bum to play with. He loved it and so did I, especially when he began licking my crack and getting his tongue into my tight, pink (anus).
I was disappointed when his wife called him away, then I saw why as she had rolled over with her buttocks lying on the edge of the bed and her legs drawn up and open. As the man knelt on the floor, close to the bed, Glenda gave a sigh, then his mouth was working in her crotch.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, I crouched beside her and fondled and sucked her titties while her husband dove her muff. She enjoyed another nice come, then did the same for me when her husband went down on me and brought me off.
We called a halt to the activities and enjoyed a round of drinks, then I watched while Glenda took her husband to the bed and gave his behind its second spanking of the evening. Again he cried and kicked delightfully while I felt my passion building again.
The evening proved to be an orgy of passion for the three of us, especially for Glenda and I as we made Frank wait for what he wanted.
When I saw that we were all beginning to tire, I had Glenda bend over the back of a chair and told her husband to dip his wick in her. Wet as her slit was, his whacker slipped in easily. After he had given her a few strokes, I told him to pull it out and bring it to me to be sucked.
The man gave a little cry of pleasure as he did so a second after I had issued the command. When he came to me, I dropped to my knees, licked my lips, then stuffed the big, wet head into my mouth. It was juicy from the invasion of his wife's crotch and the shaft was sticky when I held it in my hand.
I enjoyed the best of two worlds as I sucked the man, tasting the juice of his wife and feeling the big, velvet head stretching my jaws. As I ate him, I fondled his bum with one hand and kept him squirming.
When he began to shoot, he gave a jerk which almost drove the bone out through the back of my head. The move almost caused me to allow his joint to escape, but I recovered quickly and held the head in my mouth while it spurted as big a load of cream as I have ever taken in my mouth or anywhere else.
After Glenda and Frank left, I went to bed very tired but looking forward to their next visit. The next one was as good as the first had been, and they became regular clients. Once in a while Glenda would make an appointment for a quiet afternoon session with me, but there were many evening sessions which included her husband.
HAPPINESS IS BEING WET AND WARM
Of the many wealthy clients I have served over the years, there is no doubt that Henry was the wealthiest. His family name would be recognized by most Americans as one of prominence in many fields, including high finance.
He was only twenty-five when he came to me, recommended by one of my clients who assured him that there was nothing I wouldn't do to satisfy a client. Henry was a little nervous at first, but after I removed my smock and he saw my behind through sheer nylon panties, he broke down quickly, more so than I had hoped for.
"Will you pee on me?" he blurted, then looked ready to blush as he realized what he had said.
"Of course I will," I replied quickly, allowing him to turn off the blush before it really started. "You wouldn't be the first one, you know," I added with a smile hoping it would help put him at ease. "Let's talk about it, shall we?"
When I sat on a chair, he asked if he could take his clothes off and sit on my lap to talk. Naturally I told him to go ahead.
He stripped quickly and displayed a nice body complete with a good, stiff tool. When he sat on my lap, he squirmed a little and whispered as he told me how beautiful my body was and how he enjoyed sitting that way. In the same warm whisper, he went on to tell me of his special interest in sex and how it had happened.
"When I was just a little boy," he told me, "I saw a maid, a big woman, crouching to pull her bloomers down and have a pee. She had a big bum and it was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen as the stream hissed down into the grass."
"Did you pull yourself then?" I asked, showing him that I was interested.
"No. I was too young. Later, I told my older sister about it and how exciting it was to watch a girl pee. She liked me and took me into the bushes at the back of the estate. There, she allowed me to lie watching as she took her panties down and had a pee."
"How old were the two of you then?" I asked.
"I guess I was ten and she was twelve. She was a bit chubby and had a nice, round, white bum and pretty legs. We played the pee game often after that until she went away to school in Europe. I really missed seeing her take her panties down to pee."
He talked on, telling how she had never again agreed to let him watch her urinate and how all through his teen years he had nursed the hunger to watch a woman doing it, and how as the need grew, it went beyond merely seeing her urinate, to the point where he wanted to feel the stream hitting him and running down his body, warming and exciting him.
While he talked, I felt his penis with my hand from time to time, and each time I did, it leaped with arousal, telling me how worked up my young man was. Peeing on men was not a new thing to me. I had one client who wanted to put his face in my crotch and have me pee right into his mouth. Still, it always excited me and I looked forward to taking Henry into the shower stall for his salty, hot shower.
"What are you going to do with this after I pee all over you?" I asked, squeezing his stiff bone and giving it a little tug.
"I don't know, I guess I'll pull myself. I'd like to pull myself and shoot on your belly if you wouldn't mind too much."
"You're the client," I told him. "You may do that if you like or I'll pull you off and aim your cream all over me."
That really delighted him and I saw that he was ready to stop talking and go into action so I helped him off my lap and stood to take my bra off. He asked to play with my boobies so I gave them to him. It surprised me that he didn't want to suck them, since most men do when they see them big and bare.
When I took my panties off, he had me stand with my legs apart while he crouched under me and looked up into my crotch and probed it with his hands, diverting his course from time to time to feel my big bum cheeks. While he toyed with me, he kept telling me how beautiful I was and how very excited he was getting.
I unfastened my garter belt and he took my nylons off for me, his hands feeling nice on my thighs and legs. The trembling young man got to his feet then and we went, nude, to the bathroom where I pulled back the curtain of the shower stall.
As though instinct had guided me, I had felt a need to urinate just before I went to meet my client, and I knew he would get a nice sprinkling from me.
The shower stall was big and roomy so that Henry found plenty of room to sit on the floor, not seeming to notice the coolness of the tiles on his buttocks. It struck me then that I should have warmed his bum first with a nice spanking, but despite his interest in my buttocks, there had been no indication that he was interested in spanking or being spanked.
As I stood over him, I watched the young man lie flat on his back, his penis sticking up like a pole waving in a high wind. He asked me to squat a little so that my bottom would be arched above him and he could look into my crotch.
I did so and felt his fingers parting the lips of my hot slit. He peered into it, obviously enchanted by what he saw there.
"Please don't start just yet," he pleaded. "Now that I'm so close to having my dream come true, I want to tease myself by waiting and looking in your nice big crotch. Is it uncomfortable for you to squat like that?"
"No, dear," I told him, "I'm really quite comfortable and very excited at the thought of peeing all over you the way I'm going to. I think I have quite a lot saved up for your shower."
Henry raised up on his elbows then and kissed my warm bum, then brought his face into my crotch and kissed there as well, doing it very nicely.
Lowering himself into a lying position again, he gave a little groan of excitement, then told me to go ahead and start peeing on him. I checked my position and saw that I would get him right in the middle of the chest with my hot stream.
I heard a little groan come from me as I forced myself, felt a slight hesitation in my body, then felt it coming.
"Here it is," I panted, then the stream shot out of my crotch and hit him where I intended it should. There was a lot of splashing over my legs and thighs and I saw that in addition to getting the hot mainstream, the warm spray was catching him all over, including his face. He panted and almost cried with ecstasy as my hot stream of urine kept hitting him on the chest, my pressure strong.
Looking down and under me, I watched the many trickles of urine run over his body and felt my fluid wetting me too. My legs were completely wet from the spray and I felt it as it trickled around my feet as well.
As my stream died, I saw him rubbing his body with both hands, spreading the fluid all over him, even washing his face with it.
When I saw him reach for himself to masturbate, I got down on my knees and he quickly knelt facing me. I asked if he wanted me to do it for him and he nodded eagerly as he took his hand off himself and I replaced it with mine.
I gave him a first class jerking off, using a series of long, slow, very gentle strokes, bringing the skin all the way back then drawing it slowly ahead again while the wet young man trembled and groaned in obvious ecstasy.
It surprised me that he was able to last as long as he did, but then I heard him pant that he was going to go off so I aimed his gun at my belly and caught the first shot there.
After that, I aimed higher and splattered both my boobies with it before aiming it back down to take the rest of his spurting on my well rounded belly. We saw the thick fluid trickle down me and he shuddered as he looked into my face with the happiest expression I had ever seen.
We got to our feet and showered then, and while we did, I fingered myself a little and enjoyed a very strong orgasm. After we had towelled ourselves, I gave him a new appointment and he left.
The next time he came to the parlor there was not even a trace of nervousness about him. In the room, he undressed in a hurry and I saw, even as he started, that he was very stiff in the right place. When I commented on it, he told me he had been that way before he reached the place, that the thought of what was going to happen to him had been so strong that he didn't trust his driving and had taken a cab instead.
"I'll make it worth your while, Henry," I told him as I took my smock off. "I've been saving this one for a long time and I have a real load to give you."
While he watched, I stripped naked, then he asked me to put my panties back on. That didn't surprise me, so I did it, then went to him. Telling me to pretend I was going to pee, he laid on the floor on his back and watched as I pushed my panties down and squatted above him. He played with my behind and crotch for a long time, then we almost ran into the bathroom.
As we got into the stall, he hugged me and said that he wanted me to pee on his face this time and let the hot water run down all over him. I agreed, of course, and he sat up straight on the shower floor, put his hands beside him and leaned his head back. When I straddled the man I teased him a little by rubbing his face with my crotch as I told him what it was going to be like to have my stream splashing all over his face.
"If you're not careful," I told him, "you may get it in your mouth and find out what hot pee tastes like. Men who have drunk my pee tell me it's nice and salty."
I felt his mouth brush my crotch lightly, then Henry was screaming for me to let it go, to give him my hot pee right in the face. With a groan of excitement, I let go.
What a pressure I had built up. As it hit his face, just to the left of his nose, it seemed to spray the whole stall and especially us. I saw him close his eyes to keep the spray out of them, then he opened his mouth, caught my stream and opened his eyes.
I kept streaming for a long time and through it all, he alternated between catching it in his mouth and letting it hit him in the face and run down his body. When I gave him the final drops, Henry scrambled to his feet, his hand already in motion jerking himself off.
Before I could reach out to do it for him, he shot it at me and caught me in the face with a couple of hot shots, then aimed the rest all over my breasts. When he finished and his spent member dangled between his legs, we looked a mess, both of us. It felt like a delightful mess though, especially when I used both hands to rub his cream all over my face and my big boobies, leaving them sticky and feeling very good.
It set the pattern for his frequent visits to me, each of which was as thrilling as the one before. Although Henry visited me often over the years, we never (had sexual intercourse) or ate each other. He always stuck to the pattern of some playing and talking, then I would pee on him and one of us would jerk him off.
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Life has been good to me. It is the life I chose for myself and I am happy with it. I am older now, but still very much in business with a massage parlor of my own. I am wealthy, have interesting people working for me, and my sexual life is more varied and thrilling than most women even dream of.
This volume of my memoirs has not told all the stories I have amassed over the years, perhaps I shall write another in due time, but it has, I hope, told something of the life of a specialist masseuse. It has also told only the truth; the wonderful, exciting truth of the life I live and love.
