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From: "Rajah Dodger" <rajahdodger@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Bob's Massage, by Rajah Dodger [FM anal]
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    Bob's Massage, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c)
1990.  All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that
this authorship and permission note must remain attached.



     Bob was a financial analyst for a large downtown bank.  He had been
having a lot of back and neck trouble lately, and one of his colleagues had
recommended he get a rubdown to reduce the tension. His friend even gave Bob
a card for a massage therapist he had used.



     Bob didn't think much of having someone pounding on his back, but his
pain wasn't getting any better, so he finally called the therapist, whose
name was Dorothy, and made an appointment to go to her office.  She had a
small office in one of the towers.  Bob watched the street traffic through
the window until the receptionist called his name.



     He was directed into a changing room, where he hung up his business
clothes, stripped down to undershorts and put on the hospital-type smock
that was lying over a chair.  He opened the door in the back of the changing
area, and entered a surprisingly well designed office.  There was a large
working desk with a computer and phone and a comfortable leather high-back
chair dominating one corner of the office, while the massage table stood off
on the other side, a large padded and hinged affair with a metal cabinet
beside it.



     Dorothy (he reminded himself of her name) rose from her desk as he
walked in and crossed to shake his hand.  She was a smallish woman in a
white starched blouse, with dark eyes and brown hair in a pageboy cut.  She
came up only to Bob's forehead, but her muscular arms added to a commanding
presence.  "You won't be using those shorts," she informed him, pointing at
his groin, "they get in the way."  She pointedly turned his back and Bob
uncomfortably pulled his shorts off from under the smock.  She had him lie
down on the massage table, opened the back of the smock and flipped a towel
over Bob's ass, relieving his embarrassment.  For the next few minutes she
probed, squeezed and manipulated every muscle he knew of from the base of
his spine to his neck, and several he hadn't known existed.  During the
procedure, she poured some hot oil into her palms and used it in the
massage.  Bob started to relax -- he was beginning to see why his friend had
recommended the massage.



     Dorothy worked on his spine and gradually broadened her range to
include his ass and the tops of his legs.  Bob relaxed as the warmth spread
through his skin and body.  He opened his eyes in surprise when some of the
hot oil dripped down between his ass cheeks, then gasped as something was
quickly popped into his ass. "What the..." he began, but Dorothy silenced
him with a curt "It's part of the treatment.  Don't argue."



     She rolled him over onto his back, and his cock rose unbidden, not just
from the feeling of the butt plug in his ass.  While he had been face down
Dorothy had removed her blouse and bra.  She was nude from the waist up,
showing firm large tanned tits with wide areolae and long nipples that
begged to be sucked.  She used those tits now, drenching them in the hot oil
and wrapping them around his foot, massaging his legs.  Her hair tickled his
balls when she was near the top of each leg.  She moved around the table and
leaned over his head from behind, swabbing his cheeks against her tits.  He
stuck out his tongue to catch a taste of her, and she didn't tell him to
stop.



     She moved back to his legs, tugging them apart and using her hands on
the inner muscles.  She had him bend his legs, knees in the air as she
probed and prodded his flesh.  His cock lay heavy and turgid on his stomach
during all of this, jerking occasionally as she pressed on a particularly
poignant spot.  It came back to full erection (and Bob nearly jumped off the
bench) when she stuck her tongue out and made contact just below his balls.



     Dorothy took what looked like a small rubber ring and rolled it down to
the base of his cock, then blew on the head so it bobbed in the air like a
carnival balloon.  Bob gritted his teeth at the (not unpleasant) sensation,
which was followed by the strange feeling of Dorothy's tongue probing down
between his thighs.  He held onto the edge of the massage table with his
hands as her tongue moved lower still, and he gasped as she moved the ass
plug slightly in and out.



     Dorothy moved back to his head, sitting spread-legged above him and
lowering her moist hairy cleft onto his face.  He got the idea and started
licking.  She moved from side to side as he worked his tongue from her clit
to her pussy, and she stroked his cock until he could feel it throbbing
where the ring at the base prevented anything from coming out.  She held her
cleft right over his mouth for a minute, her thighs quivering, and as he
sucked on her clit she worked the ring off his cock.  His deprived balls
exploded with a series of spasms that almost wrenched his thigh muscles,
hitting her face, her breasts, his chest, the table, the floor, and who knew
what else.  Every time he thought he was through, the feeling of the plug in
his ass or the smell of her pussy on his nose would trigger another cumshot.
Finally he slowed down to a few random dribbles.



     Dorothy took a warm damp towel and cleaned off her tits, did the same
for his body and rolled him onto his side.  She dribbled warm oil onto him
and rubbed it in from his neck to his toes, paying particular attention to
his balls and ass.  She wiggled the ass plug from side to side, then tugged
on it and popped it out quickly.  Bob gasped at the sudden empty feeling,
but Dorothy's fingers were there to fill the void, probing, touching,
stretching.  She pressed something that felt bigger than the plug into his
ass, and he rolled his hips to make room as she turned and twisted the
dildo.  She moved it in and out as she stroked his cock with a slick,
knowing hand. Finally the probe hit a sensitive spot and Bob came again,
legs flopping wildly on the bench as Dorothy aimed his cum into a small jar.



     When his body quit jerking, she toweled the sweat off him and rolled
him onto his back.  She rubbed his stomach muscles and legs, pointedly
leaving his groin area alone, and moved down his legs to his feet.  She
poured some of his cum from the small jar into her hands and used that as a
lotion for Bob's feet, working it in until his feet were slimy, sticky and
slippery from the combination of cum and sweat.  Dorothy lifted his feet
and, holding one in each hand, used them to massage her proud breasts.



     She pressed her nipples between his toes and treated the balls of his
feet as living vibrators, transferring their cum-lotion to her tits as she
rubbed them.  Bob started getting aroused again as she rubbed her hard
breasts with his feet, and when he was stiff enough Dorothy changed her
position, riding him facing his feet.  She hunched up and down, her fingers
finding erogenous zones in his toes and feet, until she was bouncing hard
and started coming, her taut pussy squeezing his cock and milking a last
spurt or two from his overworked balls.



     When she caught her breath, Dorothy brought out a warm damp cloth and
gave Bob a cleansing rub all over, then gave him a towel to use before he
got dressed.  As he was taking a couple of fifty-dollar bills out of his
wallet, Bob decided that his job was so stressful he might need a massage on
a regular basis!



***** {END} ***** Completed 1990, 1330 words



Copyright (c) 1990 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)



     This story has appeared on line in the THC Adult Text Archive as
BOB-MASS.TXT.  It has also appeared on line at Literotica and StoriesOnLine.
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