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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Fantasy Massage (part 1)
Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 01:10:08 -0400
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There have been requests to repost part 1 of the Fantasy Massage
Story. I have just noticed those in assd, and will start following
the discussion group. Thanks for the feedback - Rick
The following story is fiction. Not for anyone under 18.
Fantasy Massage
My heart raced as I stepped up to Jeannie's door and pressed the
doorbell. After a moment the door opened and Jeannie, with a bright
smile, motioned me to come in. We hugged, and she led me to the other
room. With a gleam in her eye, she slowly and deliberately removed
her leather belt from the shorts she was wearing, and placed it,
doubled up, on a shelf where it would be handy. Then she told me to
get undressed and she'd be back in a few minutes. I took all my
clothes off and placed myself face down on the massage table and
started to relax.
A few moments later Jeannie knocked on the door. "Are you ready,
Rick?" I told her that I was, and she entered the room. I heard her
place some things down on a nearby table, and then I felt her hands
glide down my back and palpate my legs. She did this to establish a
rapport and also to determine where I was carrying stress. Her hands
also lightly brushed against my buttocks, which always gets my
attention.
Jeannie worked on my upper back and shoulders for a few minutes. Her
hands are so sensuous. She knows the exact pressure to apply. Then,
with one hand pressing on my lower back, she said, "Keep still now.
Can you keep still?"
"Yes," I replied, as I always do, not knowing if I can keep still for
what is coming next.
Jeannie grasped the doubled-up belt and gave me ten smart strokes
across my bared bottom. She applies the strokes quite powerfully, and
has a follow-through that would be the envy of any tennis player. I
exclaimed with each stroke, and managed to keep reasonably still
during the volley. Then she worked on massaging my back for a few
minutes, and then repeated the ten strokes with the belt. I always
tell her that I can keep still, because I really want to keep still,
although many times I just can't. There's a certain chemistry between
us that makes me want to please her.
I usually get between sixty and a hundred and twenty strokes of
whatever she is using during the massage. Each set of ten strokes is
spread out a few minutes apart. Many times Jeannie will dance her
fingers very lightly on my buttocks immediately before and after she
gives the strokes. That feather-touch of hers drives me wild.
After Jeannie expertly massaged my shoulders, back, neck, backside,
and legs, frequently reddening my bared bottom with the belt, I heard
the sounds of her putting on a disposable glove. This always excites
me, because it means that I'm going to get a good prostate massage as
well. What I didn't expect was the sound of something splashing in
water.
"Ivory soap is going to be your lube today, Rick," Jeannie casually
stated. With that, she put a goodly amount of a softened bar of soap
on her gloved finger. She placed her gloved hand in front of my face
for me to see. The unique scent of Ivory permeated the air in front
of me and immediately got me aroused. The scent reminds me of
soapsuds enemas I have had in the past. I felt Jeannie's hand part my
bottom, and for a tantalizingly few seconds, the cool surrounding air
on my exposed vulnerability. Then her slippery soapy finger made
contact, and pushed in. After a few seconds of probing Jeannie found
my prostate and began to milk it, pressing quite hard on it while I
groaned and squirmed.
"I don't know why you're making such a fuss," Jeannie commented.
"Maybe I should give you a couple dozen more strokes with the belt, do
you think?" she continued. "Or maybe I should get a strap-on dildo
and work you over good. Or I could give you a good hot soapy enema,
and make you hold it for a while." One time I did get an enema, or
rather, a series of enemas, from Jeannie. I'll talk about that
another time.
She pulled out, took off the glove and put another one on. "You need
a little more work on that prostate," she said as she put a generous
amount of soap on her gloved finger. Jeannie drove her
Ivory-soap-laden finger deep inside and brusquely massaged my
prostate. I couldn't help squirming and groaning some more as she
worked my prostate, and I could feel some fluid seeping from my turgid
erection. After a few moments she pulled out. The soap residue that
was inside me started to sting and make me restless. The soap inside
me was also stimulating my prostate. I'm sure that Jeannie knew the
effect it had on me. It was at once an irritant to my insides, but
also a turn-on, as manifested by my rock-hard erection.
"I think you deserve a couple dozen more strokes," Jeannie said as she
retrieved the belt. "Hold still now..."
Then she gave me twenty four good strong strokes across my buttocks.
Of course I could not keep still during her ministrations, and Jeannie
admonished me in various ways during the two dozen strokes.
"Time to turn over, Rick," Jeannie announced. When I settled into
position face up on the massage table, Jeannie proceeded to remove all
of her clothing. She knows that she is very attractive, and enjoys
the attention from me when she is nude. While totally nude, she
expertly massaged my face, neck, chest, abdominal area, and legs,
frequently brushing her fingers lightly on my testicles. My erection
was pointing straight up in wholehearted approval of her methods. My
midsection was aching with desire for Jeannie to bring me to
ejaculation, but such was not the case for now.
Jeannie knows that my testicles and inner thighs are erogenous zones
for me. She spent several minutes lightly massaging that area with a
featherlight touch. When she does that, it just about drives me wild.
I was intensely craving relief the whole time she was teasing me.
"Okay now, I want you to scoot down a little," Jeannie commanded. I
moved several inches downward. Jeannie climbed up onto the table and
straddled me with her womanhood very close to my face. "I want you to
make me cum," she said.
I took in her sensuous scent that emanated from her bushy sexuality,
and gently worked my tongue and lips in and around her vaginal area.
I noticed that she was quite creamy from the start. After a few
moments of carefully noticing her reactions to each of my movements, I
did the things that appeared to please her the most. It did not take
her long to climax. When Jeannie recovered from her paroxysms of
orgasm, she climbed off the table, put some lotion on her hands and
teased my testicles some more. After several minutes of this, she
brought me to a very powerful ejaculation.
-end-
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