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Tales of a Tantric Therapist
by Pamela (tynte159@yahoo.co.nz)

***

A bored housewife decides to get a job, but ends up 
doing rub and tug massages. (MF, work, prost)
 
***

My name is Michelle and at 32 years young, I had come 
to the conclusion that my marriage and life were in a 
rut, although I dearly loved my husband Tom, he had 
absolutely no ambition in life, and this was reflected 
by his efforts in the bedroom.

I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a 
more fulfilling way of life. I decided that to give 
myself means to carry out my ambitions I needed to find 
myself a job, but what. I had married young and had 
received no worthwhile employment experiences, after 
searching through the vacancy columns for days I found 
that it was not going to be easy to find something that 
would allow me to move into a better lifestyle. 

Weeks passed, frustration at my inability to find a job 
was beginning to set in. I had almost given up on 
finding something suitable, and then I received a call 
from Sandra, a friend of several years inviting me for 
coffee. 

We had not seen each other for some time and while 
reminiscing, I admitted how frustrated I was with my 
life. Sandra was not at all surprised by this and went 
on to tell how she had been through the same sort of 
thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by 
telling how she had started working as a tantric 
therapist. She told how she had come to really enjoy 
the work, how it had given her new found financial 
freedom. This revelation started to intrigue me and I 
pressed her to tell me more.

Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a 
ritzy suburb in downtown Auckland, she provided nude 
massages, with hand relief. Her clientele were 
generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well 
for a sensuous session. 

Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing 
some part time work, I thought for a moment, but had to 
say that I thought that I would not be able to take my 
clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage 
him and give him a hand job. She said don't say no 
right away, but think it over. Think about the rewards, 
the independence it would give me.

After several days of agonising over Sandra's 
proposition I decided that I needed to stop being a 
wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of the 
rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to 
work with her the next day and check things out, to 
which I agreed. 

That night all sorts of things went around in my head, 
I was sure that my husband Tom was aware that something 
was amiss, but he said nothing. 

The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day, 
which I thought had to be a good omen. I put on my best 
Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy half cup bra; with 
french style high cut panties, garter belt and white 
stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked 
out my image in the mirror. I had arranged to meet 
Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over I began to have 
second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, 
but before I knew it I as at the address she had given 
me, and too late to chicken out as Sandra was waiting 
for me in her car, she jumped out on seeing me and gave 
me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come.

From the outside the clinic looked no different from 
the other expensive looking houses in the street, We 
went inside and I was pleasantly surprised at the 
tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception 
area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, 
greeted us. 

Sandra gave me a brief tour of the house, but had to 
cut it short because she had a client arriving shortly. 
The house had four massage rooms, all with proper 
massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel 
colours and had candles and incense burners lit. A 
futon couch was in one corner of the room while in the 
other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered 
that the futon doubled as a fold out bed!

Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get 
comfortable with the work would be for me to watch her 
with her first client of the day if he was agreeable. 
We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred' 
her first for the day was waiting, I found myself 
giving him the once over, he was about forty, quite 
tall and well proportioned. 

Sandra sidled up beside him and whispered in his ear, 
this brought a grin to his face. I'll never know what 
she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she 
took both our hands and led us off to her massage room. 

It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients 
by the way they chatted on the way. Upon entering the 
room she gave Fred what I thought to be a fairly 
intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she 
returned she suggested that if I was comfortable 
enough, I strip to my underwear, while she gave Fred 
his massage. 

Well I had come this far it seemed silly to back out 
now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around 
his waist, I could see that he must work out regularly 
as his physique was very good, he threw his towel over 
the chair and lay face down on the table, meanwhile 
Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the 
massage. 

Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using 
her hands and upper torso had a strange effect on me, I 
thought I should have felt differently from the way I 
did and I can't explain it but I felt a stirring in my 
inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over I 
was beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether 
it was the sight of a naked man or watching him run his 
hands over my friend's naked body I'm not sure, but it 
was having a pleasant affect on me. 

Fred by this time had become very aroused on was 
displaying an erection most men would be proud of. 
After using her hands, forearms and breasts to massage 
for what seemed an eternity Sandra proceeded to the 
foot of the table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred 
she "time for my famous body slide". 

This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and 
down Fred's torso. First she used her breasts to good 
effect on Fred's already straining erection, then up 
over his chest and up to his face. Pausing she allowed 
him to first lick, and then suck her nipples. They both 
started making soft noises that left me with no doubt 
that they were extremely excited. 

While this was going on Fred had managed to slide his 
penis between Sandra's legs and when she slid slowly up 
and down his erection was getting tantalisingly close 
to her pussy. It didn't take genius to see that he was 
attempting to manoeuvre himself towards possibly 
penetrating her, sensing this Sandra eased herself down 
and off the table, commenting jokingly to Fred that he 
was a naughty boy. Fred laughed and said, "it was worth 
a crack". Sandra was now at the business end of the 
massage and started to apply more oil to Fred's penis 
with her hands then her breasts, while doing this she 
beckoned me to come closer. I slowly edged towards the 
table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me 
to try and help out, the grin on Fred's face told her 
that he was up to it.

At first I didn't know where to look, here was a man 
that I had never met, lying naked in front of me with 
an erection that I had never seen the likes of, it had 
to be at least 9 inches, possibly 10 and thick too. 
Unlike my husbands, Fred's was circumcised, and stood 
"proud and tall" with large veins that stood out from 
the richly purple colour of his manhood. 

Sandra seemed to sense my apprehension and leaned over 
towards me and gently but firmly took my hand and drew 
me to the table. It seemed the two of them had been 
through this routine before as Fred also sensed my 
unease and discretely closed his eyes. Without the 
feeling of being ogled I soon lost the tenseness and 
eased my way towards the table and body waiting there. 

While still holding my hand in her left hand Sandra was 
slowly sliding her right hand up and down Fred's penis. 
I watched, fascinated, it wasn't long before Fred 
started to squirm a little, showing signs that he was 
about to cum, observing Sandra this and slowed her 
strokes to prolong his pleasure.

All the time this was happening, Sandra was slowly but 
surely bringing my hand closer to Fred's penis, and 
before I knew it Sandra slowly removed her hand and 
replaced it with mine while still enclosing my hand in 
hers. 

It was really happening, I was giving a hand job to a 
man I had never seen before. His penis slid easily in 
my hand, I wasn't sure what I thought it would feel 
like, but it felt lovely and warm, it seemed like the 
natural thing to do was continue with slow stokes as 
Sandra had been doing, but I guess Fred was past 
sensuality and was feeling the need to be relieved as 
he suddenly reached across me and placed his hand on my 
breast. 

Although this surprised me I wasn't startled, as the 
touch was ever so gentle. With his eyes still shut Fred 
suddenly whispered, " Oh fuck" and with that he let go 
with a stream of cum that not only went all over his 
stomach but spayed over my hand and up my arm, some 
even made it onto my best Victoria secrets bra.

Unfortunately the suddenness of this made me jump, 
letting go of his penis, Sandra and Fred burst into 
laughter at my reaction. Sandra took hold of a tissue 
and put it in my hand and motioned for me to wipe up 
the mass of cum, it was a strange feeling standing 
there cleaning cum from my breasts and the torso of a 
man that less than an hour ago was a complete stranger. 

It wasn't until Sandra was going through what she 
called her, "calming routine" that I suddenly felt 
dampness between my legs again, seeing that Sandra was 
still draped over Fred's body and they were completely 
oblivious to my presence I turned slightly away and 
inched my fingers into my panties. 

Good lord! I had never known myself to be this wet, it 
was all I could do to stop myself from fingering my 
pussy, if I had been alone I knew that I would have 
been unable, or unwilling, not to bring myself to a 
shuddering climax. After a few moments Sandra and Fred 
untangled themselves and sliding off the table she took 
Fred's hand and led him to the shower. 

Suddenly alone, with what I knew would be but a brief 
break I plunged my fingers into my pussy and I came 
almost immediately, aware that Sandra and Fred were but 
a shower door away I stifled my moans and it was all I 
could do to stop myself falling in a heap on the floor. 

As Sandra and Fred stepped out of the shower they could 
hardly not notice the smile on my face and once again 
they burst into laughter in unison, they were indeed in 
no doubt what I had been up to. Feeling embarrassed by 
their discovery I turned my back, discarded my lingerie 
and stepped into the shower.


Chapter 02


I stood for what seemed an eternity under the soothing 
water that cascaded over my body and a peaceful bliss 
came over me. Confused by my reaction to my first 
massage experience I justified myself by thinking that 
I was turned on by the sexy body that I had been 
exposed too. How would I re-act when confronted by a 
less than average client? 

Gathering my thoughts I pondered my next move. I could 
hear Sandra in the next room and knew that I would have 
to face her sooner or later, so clutching a towel to my 
body I gingerly stepped out of the shower. Sandra was 
tidying the massage table and as I came into the room 
she looked up and smiled. Well that wasn't too bad was 
it she enquired? I had to admit that if this was a 
typical example of her work then I knew that I could 
cope with being a massage therapist.

Sandra had a gap in her bookings and her next client 
was not due for 30 minutes so we finished tidying the 
room then went into the lounge and made ourselves a 
coffee. All the while the phone in the little office 
off the lounge kept constantly ringing, keeping Suzette 
busy. This was obviously a very busy little operation. 
It seemed in no time at all that the front door bell 
rang and Sandra's next client had arrived, she went 
down to let him in and returned with him to the lounge. 

Sandra introduced him as Ranji, and he smiled and shook 
my hand, he seemed to hold my hand longer than you 
would normally expect when shaking hands, but at the 
time I thought nothing of it. He was tall and quite 
slim, 50ish, he had a bushy moustache that was quite 
white and contrasted against his very dark skin. 

He settled onto the couch but seemed to be unsure of 
himself. Suzette came into the room and offered Ranji a 
coffee, but he asked for a juice instead. Ranji 
followed Suzette into the kitchenette while she was 
pouring his juice and I could hear them talking, 
although only in whispers, but I did hear my name 
mentioned. The conversation continued briefly, then 
Suzette called me over.

Michelle, Ranji has requested that you do his massage, 
I have explained to him that you have not yet decided 
if you want to work with us, but he is quite insistent. 
What do you think she asked? I had already decided that 
I was willing to work in the studio but this took me 
completely by surprise. 

I wondered if I was ready to massage on my own. After 
some thought I said to Ranji that I thought he would be 
better having his massage done by Sandra as he had 
originally booked, because I hadn't had any previous 
experience and at this would be my very first one. 
Ranji's eyes lit up when he heard this and said that he 
was sure that my lack of massage skills was not a 
deterrent to him. Ranji and I continued chatting while 
Suzette went and asked Sandra if she minded if I did 
Ranji's massage, she just came over and gave me a big 
hug and said welcome to our place!

Suzette took the door fee from Ranji, then suggested 
that I use room 3, saying it was next to the room that 
Sandra and I had previously used. I led Ranji down the 
hall to our room and showed him in. As I shut the door 
behind us I could feel the butterflies in my stomach 
starting to flit around. Ranji seemed charming and 
chatted about his work as he started to disrobe. My 
first impression of Ranji was right, he was slim but 
not skinny, his very dark skin almost a shine to it. I 
handed him a towel as he peeled down his boxers, he 
made no attempt to cover himself but sauntered into the 
shower carrying the towel. 

My moment of truth had arrived, as I stepped out of my 
skirt I found myself wondering what Ranji would think 
of my body, I hesitated before removing my bra and 
panties and caught sight of myself in the full length 
mirror beside the massage table, I knew that any man 
would love the sight, and before I new it Ranji was 
stepping out of the shower. He stood with his towel 
partially covering him and casually looked me up and 
down. 

Now I was self conscious and turned my back to him to 
continue undressing. No no, please he said, don't turn 
round I want to look at you. "You'll have to get on the 
table I said" as I was very aware of his eyes following 
my every move. He seemed to realise that he was not 
helping his cause by making me nervous, so he climbed 
on the table and turned his head. As I continued to 
undress I realised that he was still watching me in the 
mirror, but at least it wasn't as obvious. 

It still surprises me but as soon as I started to apply 
the warm oil to Ranji's legs, the nervousness that I 
had felt disappeared and it wasn't long before I felt 
quite comfortable as I first massaged his legs then 
moved onto his buttocks and back. 

The music that was being played over the built in 
system was soothing and I found myself getting into a 
rhythm as I proceeded, remembering the way Sandra had 
done the earlier massage. Long slow strokes, at first 
reasonably firmly, then easing to be more sensuous 
until it was just a very light touch. You must have had 
a very good tutor Ranji said, you are doing an 
excellent job for a first massage. The touch seemed to 
come quite naturally I replied, and I thought to myself 
that I was only trying to touch, as I would like to be 
touched. 

As I moved around to the head of the table to massage 
Ranji's shoulders, he dropped his arms from the table 
and from here he was able to reach around behind me and 
lightly stroke the back of my legs. I had seen Fred do 
this to Sandra so I should have been ready. It was 
obviously a standard move! It actually felt nice and I 
found myself lingering in that position to prolong the 
feeling.

As I hadn't moved away Ranji took this as a green light 
to further his touching and he slowly moved his fingers 
in little circles up my inner thighs, he was obviously 
practised at this manoeuvre as I was not really aware 
of what he was up to until his fingers were only 
centimetres away from my most private parts. I wasn't 
ready for him to touch me there so I casually moved so 
as to make it awkward for him to reach. He made no 
attempt to try and force the issue, and continued with 
the gentle caresses on my thighs.

I slowly moved down the other side to the foot of the 
table to do a body slide on his back. I applied a 
generous amount of oil over my breasts as I had seen 
Sandra do and climbed onto the table. When my breasts 
first made contact with Ranji's skin I was amazed but 
my nipples became hard instantly and as I continued 
with the body slide the feeling intensified and I could 
feel myself getting aroused, I was getting wet. 

Once again I found myself lingering on this part of the 
massage, Ranji obviously had no objections here and 
just soaked up the sensations he was feeling from the 
contact with my breasts. After a while I found that my 
arms became quite tired from supporting me, so I 
climbed down and asked Ranji to turn over. 

As he did I saw that I wasn't the only one that was 
aroused, he was starting to get an erection. Even in 
this semi hard state he had quite a nice sized cock. 
When Sandra had massaged Fred she had applied oil to 
his penis as soon as he had rolled over, but I noted 
that while she was massaging his legs his erection had 
subsided somewhat. I thought I would try and prolong 
the expectations and not apply oil to Ranji's penis 
until I was ready to do my body slide on his front. My 
plan was to use a bit of tease to keep him eager, and I 
thought, make the hand relief easier. 

My mind kept going back to the massage that Sandra had 
given Fred, and I tried to follow the pattern that she 
had used. Long slow strokes up his legs, as I moved 
further up his legs Ranji slowly opened them inviting 
me to massage his inner thighs. His eyes were closed 
and I could hear him moaning very softly as moved 
slowly past his scrotum and now fully erect penis. 

As I moved around the table I found that I was back in 
range and it was no time at all before he was taking 
advantage of this and started caressing my legs again. 
Once again I found myself lingering so as to enjoy the 
sensation. Leaning over him I was now using my breasts 
on his chest, while using one hand to continue slowly 
stroking his legs. 

Moving over his chest with my breasts I was able to 
very softly blow on his nipples and this had an 
immediate effect, his nipples hardened and penis 
noticeably twitched. It was pleasing to see his 
reaction to my ministrations, so I continued further 
down his body and did the same thing to his penis. 

Boy did that bring a reaction, his body arched upwards 
and I felt the tip of his penis brush my lips. At the 
same time he put his hand behind my head and very 
softly tried hold my mouth there. I gently moved away 
to the foot of the table and climbed on ready to give 
him his body slide. 

This time I stayed on my knees as I slowly moved up 
using my forearms on his thighs and I repeated the soft 
blowing as I moved getting closer and to his manhood. 
Suddenly I felt wicked, and as I moved towards his 
penis I gave a light little lick over his scrotum and 
up the underside of his ever increasingly hard cock. 
Once again the twitch and a quite audible moan. 

Now I moved down a little and used my breasts on his 
cock, this had him writhing and once again he had his 
hands on my head and was trying to bring my mouth 
towards his cock. To counter this move I proceeded 
further up his body now he tried to get his mouth to my 
breasts. I allowed him to nibble on my breasts. I had 
not always found this stimulating but Ranji was 
obviously well practised as once again I found my 
nipples hardening and a serious wetness developing 
between my legs. Time to get down I thought to myself.

Getting off the table I reached for the oil and started 
to apply it lovingly to Ranji's penis, he felt warm and 
smooth in my hand and I couldn't help but notice the 
stark contrast of my white skin against the jet black 
colour of Ranji's penis, it was quite erotic, here I 
was, a well bred white catholic girl with my hand 
around this Indian mans cock, slowly masturbating him 
as he lightly caressed my breasts with one hand and 
with the other was attempting to get between my legs. 

I found myself unable to resist as he slowly inched 
towards my pussy, I even shifted my stance to make it 
easier for him. I had already cum once today but it 
didn't take long for me to reach another orgasm. I 
could feel myself starting to quiver and I knew that I 
would be unable to hide the fact that I was cumming 
from Ranji. 

I had been so engrossed in my sensations that I was 
initially unaware that Ranji had been talking to me the 
whole time, but as my orgasm subsided I could hear him 
whispering to me "put it in your mouth" over and over 
again. This had an unbelievable affect on me and I 
found myself with an incredible urge to do just that. 
Slowly I moved my mouth towards his beautifully erect 
penis, seemingly unable to stop myself. 

Firstly I took just the tip into my mouth, it tasted 
slightly salty as pre cum oozed out. He felt so good 
that I took more into my mouth until I had all of him, 
I could feel him in the very back of my throat. I 
wasn't long before this triggered yet another even more 
explosive orgasm and as I came again Ranji exploded 
into my mouth. I had never experienced a man who had 
such a lot of jism, and I was unable to swallow quickly 
enough to stop some spilling out of my mouth running 
down my cheeks. 

We stayed cuddled together for some time and took the 
chance to wind down. 

The intensity slowly passed and I made my way to turn 
on the water in the shower for Ranji, as he entered the 
shower I joined him and took the soap and lathered his 
body to remove the oil, Ranji put his arms around me 
and tried to kiss me, but by now the moment had passed 
and I had regained senses. I stepped out of the shower 
and towelled myself dry, instead of putting my clothes 
back on I wrapped the towel around me. 

I busied myself tidying the massage table and replacing 
the linen for the next client Ranji dressed quickly and 
before leaving the room he gave me a big hug and handed 
me a fifty dollar bill. That was really a great massage 
he said, I can't believe that you haven't massaged 
before. As he left the room I could hear him talking to 
Suzette on the way out. The report was good and Ranji 
had given me a glowing report card. 

I later learned that he was a past master at choosing 
new girls for his massage so he could try and take 
advantage of the situation!

END

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