She thought a nice massage might help her relax. Did it ever!

by The Editors on February 10, 2012 with 0 Comments in Carnalcopia , Letters

February 2012

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I was in on a business trip, representing the company I work for at an industrial show in Denver, Colorado. Attending this kind of show and demonstrating our latest equipment meant a week of very hard work for me. It meant being on the floor most of the time, promoting our company’s products, talking to prospective buyers, passing out flyers and so forth. Being a part of these shows generally paid off in the long run, but it is a killer to spend eight to 10 hours a day in a business suit and heels, walking on concrete.

Our crew had everything set up by the time I flew in on Sunday to check it out and to meet with the two women the agency sent to act as my assistants. Both were just what I’d asked for, about 30 and beautiful. Ellen was black and Danielle was a blonde. Both had great personalities, and both had worked such shows in the past, and knew what was expected of them.

The first few days were both profitable and long, and when I got back to my hotel I would quickly strip and soak my aching body in a hot bath, then call room service for a little something to eat and a bottle of wine.

By Wednesday it felt as though every muscle in my body was about to cramp up on me. At one point Ellen noticed my discomfort, and told me that what I needed was a good massage to relax my muscles before going to bed. I told her that sounded good, but I had tried hotel spas and found them pretty lame. She replied that her cousin was an expert masseur, and she would set up an appointment for me if I’d like her to. I said that sounded tempting, but I didn’t feel like going anyplace that night except back to the hotel. She then said she would see if she could get him to come to me there, and I said that would be fine.

At the end of the day Ellen said she had called her cousin, whose name was Harold, and he was willing to come to me. She gave me his number to call and set things up. I called him from the hotel, and we made an appointment for eight o’clock. Harold was polite and courteous, and he suggested I take a hot shower first to relax my muscles a bit. He added that his fee for such a call was usually $125, but since I was Ellen’s friend he would do it for $100. I said that was fine.

When Harold knocked on my door just before eight, I was relaxing with my fourth glass of wine. I had put on a robe, under which I wore white cotton bikini panties and a full bra. Harold turned out to be quite a handsome young black man, about 22 or so, and very professional. He plugged in a small heater for his oils and quickly set up his table. He covered the table with a sheet and handed me another, suggesting that I disrobe and place the sheet over myself while he turned his back. I told him that wasn’t necessary, since my bra and panties covered me as well as a bathing suit. Harold said that was fine, but pointed out that a complete body massage included the breasts and buttocks. However, he said, that was entirely up to me. To him I was simply a client, a body to be massaged, whether male or female

I felt a twinge of excitement when he said that. I was sure he was just being professional, but could he really be as objective as all that about a woman’s body? And how would I feel about him handling me in the nude? All my previous massages had been done by females, and there was something about this situation that definitely had erotic undertones. What the hell, I thought, and before he could even turn around I slipped off my robe and swiftly pulled off the bra and panties as well. Then I got onto the table on my stomach and pulled the sheet over me.

Harold’s hands were magical as he began working on my aching feet and calves before moving up to my lower thighs, then back to my feet. He then moved around to start rubbing at my ears, working slowly downward from there until he was running his hands gently over my ass, so soothingly that I almost fell asleep.

I eagerly turned over when he asked me to, and closed my eyes as he started again at my feet. I felt the sheet being drawn down, but I kept my eyes closed, tinglingly aware that he had removed it completely, exposing my breasts and the curly brown bush adorning my pussy. After a moment I stole a glance at him and saw that he was looking straight into my eyes as his hands moved down the sides of my rib cage. I closed my eyes again, giving my silent consent for him to continue.

I felt as though I was in heaven as he worked on me for the next half hour, his wonderful hands at once soothing and stimulating nearly every inch of my body. And then those hands were on my legs, slowly working their way up my inner thighs to within an inch of my now moist cunt. I was fully aware that without even thinking I had spread my legs as far apart as the table allowed, exposing the bright pink lips of my pussy, nestled in my brown curls. I heard a couple of clicks as he adjusted a pair of stirrups at the foot of the table, much like those in a gynecologist’s office. He gently raised each of my legs, placing my feet in the stirrups, and then proceeded to give me the most pleasurable 20 minutes I’d ever experienced from the touch of a man’s hands.

He had me teetering on the brink of orgasm for another 10 minutes before I experienced the most intense climax I’d ever had without the benefit of oral stimulation. It was just the first of a rapid series of five or six more orgasms that left me exhausted and totally satisfied.
I must have fallen asleep then, because the next thing I knew the morning sun was warming me as I lay in my bed, still totally naked.
I found Harold’s card on the dresser, with a note saying that I should call him if I wanted another massage before I left Denver. I went in to shower, but first I examined my vagina with a hand mirror, to check for traces of semen. I found none; nor was there any sign of dilation, or anything to indicate that Harold had taken advantage of me. I told myself to leave well enough alone, but even then I think I knew that I would call him again. Which I did, that afternoon, making another appointment for eight o’clock that night.

I was wearing nothing but a robe when Harold showed up, and I had consumed several stiff drinks to boost my courage. After watching him set up I asked him point blank if he had ever had intercourse with a client.

He smiled. “No,” he said. “But I’ve gotten quite aroused sometimes. Like last night, when I had to relieve myself before I could leave here. I jerked off while looking at your beautiful body. I had to do it twice, because I’ve never seen a woman quite as beautiful as you.”

All right, maybe it was a line, but I didn’t care. I dropped my robe, then took the top sheet off the table and handed it to him, saying, “We won’t be needing this tonight.” Then I lay face down on the table, as before.

He again started with my feet, and I allowed my thighs to open enough to give him an inviting view. As he worked I said boldly, “You know, I’ve been having a lovely fantasy all day long, about having your big black cock churning in my pussy. Do you think you can do something about that.”

Harold said nothing for a minute. Then he asked me if I had ever been with a man of color before. “Yes,” I said. “Several times, and I loved it each time. Tell me, Harold, do you have a really large cock, so that you could give me an internal as well as an external sensual massage?”

I heard him laugh softly. “My girlfriend and I measured it once,” he replied, “and it was just over 10 inches long and five inches around. My girlfriend can handle it, but she is a large woman, not a little thing like you.”

“I think you would be amazed at what my vagina can handle,” I told him. “And I’m more than willing to try if you want to do it.”

He said nothing, but I heard the sounds of him taking off his clothes. I turned over then, and when I saw the erection jutting from his loins I knew I was going to get fucked. It was every bit as big as he had said, and I could hardly wait to feel it inside me.

Now as naked as I was, he deliberately went on with the massage. I fondled his cock every time it was within reach while he massaged me from my ears to my toes, and finally played with my dripping cunt.

At last he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed as our lips locked in a very passionate kiss. He laid me on the bed and lay beside me as we made out like a couple of teenagers.

“Come on, Harold,” I said finally, panting with desire. “I need you inside me now!”

He rose on an elbow, looking into my eyes as he said, “Are you sure about this, Janet? I know you’re a married woman.”

“Yes,” I said. “As sure as I’ve ever been in my life. Do it!”

“Well, I don’t have any condoms,” he said. “So I’ll pull out before I come, to protect you from getting pregnant.”

“You can’t get me pregnant,” I told him. “I’ve been fixed, so you don’t have to worry about that. As for my husband, he isn’t here, so I’d like you to fill in for him, okay? Can you do that?”

He moved over me then, and I raised my knees and spread my legs for him as he did so. “Just go slowly,” I said, “because that thing is really big.”

It was a good thing my pussy was providing a lot of natural lubrication, because he was so excited I think he could have shoved that cock of his through a board. I guided him, nudging my labia apart with his cockhead, getting his glans into place. Then I held my breath as he pushed into me, gently stretching my opening until the head popped inside. He worked it further in an inch or so at a time, until our pubic hair was meshed together, and I could feel his hot balls against my ass.

He held very still for a long moment, and I knew he was concentrating on controlling his orgasm, so I stayed motionless as well. Then he began to stroke nearly the entire length of his oversized organ in and out of my slick snatch, causing his big balls to snack against my ass with each stroke as my hips rose to meet his thrusts.

I love the way a really large cock stretches my vaginal lips, totally exposing my rather small but very sensitive clitoris and giving it maximum stimulation. I felt my orgasm building, and I could feel myself only moments from exploding when Harold’s body suddenly became stiff as his hot, spurting semen filled the deepest crevices of my cunt.

The orgasm I had almost reached gradually receded and slipped away, just like his flaccid cock leaving my quivering pussy. My lover collapsed on top of me, crushing my breasts between us as he fought to get his breath back. I felt a rivulet of come trickling down the crack of my ass, tickling my puckered anus and soaking the sheet beneath me.

“My God, that was good, Janet!” he whispered. “I’ve never had such an intense orgasm in all my life! But I’m afraid I let you down by coming so quick.”

I hugged him then, saying, “Don’t worry, baby. I don’t have to get my rocks off to enjoy a good fucking like you just gave me. And besides, the night is still young.”

He rolled off me then, and began kissing my neck and fondling my breasts, occasionally tracing his fingers down to tease my still leaking vagina. “Listen,” he said after a moment. “Would you think I was peculiar if I told you I like to go down on a woman after I’ve just had intercourse with her? My girlfriend thinks so, even though she loves it when I actually do it.”

“Not at all,” I assured him. “I think it makes you a true lover. Not many guys are man enough to do that. And I love having my pussy eaten.”
I held my breath as he slid down to dive face first into my creamy cunt, lapping at my folds like a thirsty dog. He obviously did like to eat freshly-fucked pussy, and he was quite skilled at it, quickly bringing me to a gushing release that had me squirting my juices all over his face.
He must have eaten my squirming snatch for nearly half an hour before he suddenly loomed over me again, plunging his rock-hard cock into my slippery depths for about an hour of frantic fucking, getting me off repeatedly before spurting his hot jism into me again. Moments later his face was back between my legs, and his hot tongue up my cunt. He brought me off again that way, this time causing me to scream out with joy as my body convulsed like a landed fish.

He was gone when I woke up; but there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to call him again to come to me that night. This time we didn’t bother with the massage; we just tumbled into bed for hours of hot sex, doing everything we could think of to each other until we fell asleep.

In the morning Harold asked me if I had ever had sex with more than one man. I told him I’d gotten pretty naughty a couple of times and done it with two guys. One memorable night I’d actually taken on four, but only one at a time. I asked him why he wanted to know.

He mounted me then, slipping his ever-hard cock into me as he said, “Would you like me to bring my brother LeRoy with me tonight? He’s 20, but he’s kind of shy, so he’s still a virgin. But his cock is nearly as big as mine, and it would be a thrill for him to get his first piece of ass from an older woman.”

Well, what do you think I said? I’ll tell you all about what happened with Harold’s brother another time.

—J.N., Dover, Delaware

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