The Magic of a Quality Massage – 03

“It wasn’t so much as what she said, though we did indeed talk about it, so much as it seemed to make her hot. Needless to say, we had one of our more “rambunctious” sessions together.”

“Do tell,” I stated, feeling my prick stiffening even more. “In specific detail,” I added.

“In that case, don’t stop massaging me. The minute you stop, I stop,” she warned. I took a moment to pour a liberal helping of oil all over her, and then began. As she did.

By the time Susan was nearing the end of her story, I was leaking like a sieve. I think if I’d even touched my cock, briefly…I’d have climaxed, just from listening to her story.

“…So now, she’s laying there on the table, I’ve got my entire fist up inside her cunt, really pounding away at her. She’s laying there twisting her nipples, and as I said, if you think my nipples are big, you should fucking see hers! Anyway, she’s yanking and pulling on them like crazy, crying out in pleasure.

I honestly believe it was one of the more intense orgasms she’s ever had since we’ve been doing this. I mean I told her everything about us, everything we’ve done, everything we do…and it seemed to really set her off. Even more so when I told her that I had told you about how hot you got hearing about the two of us. That’s when she hit it. That’s when she really exploded. I think that really turned her on for some reason.”

It sure as hell turned me on. I was as fucking hard as a rock, which was obvious.

“I take it we’re through with the massage?” She asked.

“Unless there’s some more story to tell,” I informed her, cock throbbing…dripping.

“I don’t think you could last that long,” she giggled. “And besides, I need this inside me now anyway.”

It was a good thing I went down on her first. I wouldn’t have lasted very long otherwise.

**

It was a week later when I’d actually gone over for one of my ‘normal’ regularly scheduled massages. Susan, as usual, was likewise wearing one of her more normal outfits, though she had (for me) again bent the rules just a little, provided I didn’t push things. She was at least wearing that more revealing swim-like top she’d worn for me back when all this began.

“So? How’d it go?” I asked again.

“Not sure I should tell you,” Susan replied. “This is after all…a normal massage. Not one of my special ones. And it’s not going to turn into one of my special one’s either, which is what I’m afraid you’d want, if I do tell you what happened.”

“Promise. I’ll behave,” I implored her.

“Yeah, right. That’s what they all say,” she responded in kind. “But…I will tell you, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Does this count?” I asked, latching onto my prick.

“David? I mean it. You get me any more horny than I am already, and you’ll just have to leave and come back later tonight to hear the rest of it. And I’m not kidding either. So, which is it? Behave now and hear it? Or come back tonight and hear it while I’m fucking you.”

“Decisions, decisions,” I responded, though there was no way in hell I was going to wait until this evening to hear what happened. “Ok, ok. I give in. I’ll be a good boy…for now.”

“Well then,” Susan began as she likewise began working on my back…professionally. “She thought, it might be kind of hot, if you were willing. And this is a BIG if David, IF you were willing to just come and watch. You wouldn’t be allowed to speak, not to either one of us while anything was going on. And you certainly wouldn’t be allowed to touch either one of us either,” she added to that.

But if you could do that, if you could agree to that, then Helen said she’d enjoy knowing, having you there watching us. It would in fact, actually turn her on that someone was. Especially with it being another man for some reason. So…could you do that? Could you agree to that?”

To be honest, I didn’t know. “Did she say anything about me not being able to touch myself while watching the two of you? Because if she did, then no. I don’t think I could. That would be a bit too much to ask. So, if she’s not ok with my being able to do that at least, then no. As much as I wouldn’t mind seeing that, I’d have to say no to it then. So tell her. You tell her what my conditions are then.”

“I will,” Susan said smiling, and then tossed me the small towel I usually used to wipe myself off with.

“Hey, we’re not even halfway through the massage!” I complained, glancing up at the clock. “You didn’t even do my front yet!”

“If you want your front done. Then go in and take a shower. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Oh, and one more thing, I’ll only charge you half on the massage.”

“Gee thanks,” I grinned at her, throwing the towel in her direction, but she’d already closed the door.

**

I’d arrived precisely on time. Even taking some time off work in order to do this. Susan had let it be known when I was to arrive, not sooner, and certainly not later, or the whole thing was off. Helen had in fact agreed to my “self pleasuring” as she’d put it, without much argument, and then had in fact added another stipulation to all of this, which I had just now in fact, agreed to.

“She wants to watch you cum before either one of us do,” Susan informed me. “She’s totally fine with the rest of it, whatever you wish to do while enjoying yourself, as long as you don’t interrupt us or speak to us for any reason. Not to mention any touching. But she also said, you were free to walk around and such for a better look, though only again, as long as you don’t get in the way.

And then like I said, when you are close, and ready to cum, you’re to tell us, so that we know, and so that she can see it when you do. Don’t ask me why, or the reasoning behind it, she just insisted that was the way it was to be if you wanted to actually see the two of us together.”

Once again, I didn’t really have too much of a problem with all this, though I also wasn’t at all sure what to expect either.

Susan led me towards her studio. I knew that Helen was already inside waiting for us, though I had no idea as to what to expect beyond that. I knew there would be no introductions, and that initially, I was to simply take a seat and sit quietly as things got started. I’d more or less know when it was ok for me to do whatever I felt like doing to myself after that.