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Subject: {ASSM} 050318 -- Me And Danielle At Oriental Sensations
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Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 21:10:02 -0500
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{Mf; pros; oral; vag.}

   Me and Danielle at Oriental Sensations

   Friday night, I'm horny and tense to the point of pain.  I recall a
massage parlor of certain reputation which came to my attention while I was
a Civil Servant.

   Oriental Sensations, on Clay Boulevard is not listed in the white pages
but I found it in the yellow pages.  And, I found several web postings
related to the joint.  Some dudes had great experiences, a few had bad
experience but most have good experiences for a reasonable price...  and no
one commented about the massage.

   I shaved, showered and dressed [without undershorts] in [customary]
black jeans and matching long-sleeve t-shirt.  I took $100 cash and my
driver's license, put them in my pocket but left my wallet behind.  Before
I went to the massage parlor I went to Subway, had dinner.  It was 1830
when I left the deli for Oriental Sensations.

   Clay Boulevard is predominately used by truck drivers.  Warehouses and
storage facilities of varied size dominate both sides of the roadway.  The
boulevard is located parallel to the highway and along it's North-South
path it will bisect half the major East-West avenues in the County.  Subway
is just two blocks north of my place, from there I travel five blocks east
to the highway's northbound on-ramp.

   It's a six mile drive north to Jefferson, four blocks west from there to
Clay Boulevard.  Though these buildings along the boulevard seem to be
warehouses and storage facilities, they're zoned for commercial use; so,
almost any type of business can be operated from here.  In addition to
legitimate warehousing and storage business, there are wholesale stores,
mechanical and appliance repair shops, restaurant and hospital supply
stores, even a automotive garage for installation of "specialty equipment
of all varieties!"

   And, of course, a little ditty called Oriental Sensations.

   The traffic from Clay Boulevard is one way.  The warehouses and storage
facilities are arranged in blocks.  Between each block of granite-steel
structures are two rows of parking spaces.  Traffic is directed around the
rows of parking spaces in such a manner that the passenger side of the
moving vehicle is nearest the structures alongside which the vehicle is
passing.

   Oriental Sensations is in quadrant four, at the very end of the block.
Turning left to enter the quadrant I had to drive to the end of the block
and circle around to reach the front of the nondescript building.  It is a
simple two-story structure with opaque glass on the door and a single
opaque window on the second floor.  The structures identifying number and
the moniker "Oriental Sensations" are marked with glow-red stencil on the
door.

   I park my car in a space facing the next building then I get out, enable
the alarm, and walk toward my destination.  A sign hanging on the window
beneath the moniker indicated "Ring Bell For Service", an arrow pointed to
a discreet button beside the door frame.  I pressed the button.  Almost
immediately a woman's voice responded from a point beneath the light above
the door, "Oriental Sensations, May I help you?" "I'm here for a..,
massage." "Do you have an appointment?" "I wasn't aware I needed an
appointment.  Your ad in the yellow pages indicated `Walk-Ins Welcome'."
"That's right.  One moment, please."

   Above me the light flickered, grew dim, then bright and brighter still
and dimming again.  I looked up at the light, nearly blinding myself when
it suddenly flashed.  When I recovered I heard a `buzz' and the woman's
voice said, "Please, Come In.  We'll be happy to serve you." I opened the
door and entered the building.

   Stepping through the doorway I entered what a small waiting room.  The
room was lit with soft colored light and the air was scented, pleasantly.
On the wall to the right of the doorway was a series of shelves, on which
were displayed varieties of candles, potpourri, oils, bowls and towels. 
Two soft cushioned, straight-high-backed chairs lined each of the room's
side walls.  The floor rug was plush and soft colored, matching the walls,
contrasting the lighting.

   From the door, I turned left and proceeded to the far wall.  At this
wall there was a reception counter, next to it a closed Dutch door, it's
top half latched to the wall of the hallway behind it.  At a desk behind
and beneath the counter sat a rather portly older Oriental woman with
black-grey hair, wearing a colorful kimono.  Her face was not unattractive,
especially when she smiled, as she did now, looking-up, "Good evening.  It
is our pleasure to serve you.  Massage is $25 for thirty minutes, $40 for
an hour.  Tips are appreciated."

   Beyond the woman, several very attractive woman were seated on plush
couches.  They ranged in age from teen to thirty.  Their body types varied
but most were thin, some too thin.  With few exceptions, all had C-cup
breasts.  Every lady was wearing a bikini and a robe, the particular colors
and designs of each varied with the individual.  I felt my face flush as I
viewed each lady and considered my options.

   But, until a young woman with long flowing red-brown hair walked into
the lounge my loins were uninterested.  This woman wore a yellow bikini,
covering very little of her ass and just as little of her tits.  As she
walked her tits and ass rippled tautly, firm and muscled and soft were
these mounds of flesh.  Her skin was tan, her belly flat.  And, this woman
had the arms and legs of an athlete.  When she finally turned toward me, my
heart raced and my dick hardened...  I knew this woman!

   I hadn't seen her in more than five years.  She had been a client of
mine before I retired.  In the five years of our professional relationship,
I'd taken her from pregnant 16-year-old high school drop out to employed
mother of two, with child support and no longer in need of welfare.

   I spent much of our early months trying to develop an honest respectful
relationship with her.  Such a relationship was necessary if I was to
succeed in my mission to transform her from ignorant drain on society to a
productive self reliant member of society.  Instilling in her a sense of
rationality, suppressing her emotionality, was a bit of a chore... 
especially when her brother got involved.

   He played a good game.  Said and did all the proper things.  Claimed he
was an ex-Marine.  But, I recognized him for what he was immediately, a
bully.  He never let Danielle speak.  She kept her head down at all times
whenever he was in my office with us.  He ridiculed her ability and
intellect.  And, he did it all with a syrup sweet voice and a cavalier
smile.  From the day I met him, I had to fight the urge to put him through
the wall.

   It took me six weeks to disseminate his entire life.  Daniel, this young
woman's brother, wasn't and ex-Marine.  He'd been disallowed enrollment in
the armed forces, "inappropriate psyche".  His criminal record began in
junior high.  He'd been in prison twice, most recently a year prior to his
sister's case reaching my desk.  At the time of my first interview with his
sister, Daniel was on parole.

   By the time his sister came into my office for her three month
follow-up, Daniel's parole had been revoked and he was back in prison to
serve out the remainder of his B&E with assault sentence.  Danielle, this
young woman who now had my cock hard, trusted me from that day forward...
trusted me enough to reveal her brother had raped her and fathered her
first child.

   Over the years I'd fantasized about fucking that hot young pussy.  I
even thrilled to the idea of fathering her second child and denying it. 
But, that honor went to her supervisor at the market where she worked while
completing her high school education.

   In the five years I'd known her she'd developed into a Very Fine Young
Woman.  And, she was very bright too.  After receiving her high school
equivalency, she worked at several places but no job lasted very long.  Her
best work reports came from restaurants, she must've been a damn fine
waitress.  Then one day, she presented me with a statement of employment
from a place called "Touch of the Orient".

   Within three months she was dressing to well to be ignored, not one pair
of male eyes failed to notice her when she walked into the Social Services
building.  Within six months she was earning more than the resource level
for public assistance.  The day I told her she was no longer eligible, she
wrapped her arms around me and planted her lips on mine, tits pressed to my
chest.  Ending her kiss and stepping back, she glanced at my crotch and
smiled...  my slacks were tented!

   Until now, I hadn't seen Danielle since that day in my office five years
ago.

   But, I had pulled my pud to fantasies about her many times in the last
five years.

   And, I was damn sure gonna get into that sweet twenty-six year-old pussy
tonight!

   "Hi!  Mister W.  Remember me?" Danielle asked, charming as the apple was
to Eve.

   {Of course, sweet thing!} "Yes, Danielle, I remember you.  How are you?
You work here now?"

   "Here.., oh, they just changed the name is all.  I'm good.  You need a
massage.., or something?"

   "Sure do.., and something would be nice too.  How are the children?"

   "Kyle's in fourth grade, top of his class.  And, Kara's in kindergarten
this year.  They're happy.  Mom's watching them while I work.  She's even
licenced but just has the two of them to watch." While she spoke, Danielle
left the lounge and came to the Dutch door, unlatching the bottom and
extending her hand to me.  "Come on back." I took her hand and she led me
through the doorway and into the hallway.  We'd only proceeded from the
door a few feet when the rather portly woman stopped us.

   "He hasn't paid," she spat.  I reached into my pocket and took out a
neatly folded short stack of currency.  I pulled three twenties from the
stack and handed them to her.  "You friend of Dani's..," she said, taking
the money from me and quickly counting it, "give you a break, hour and a
half, sixty dollars." "Thanks," I muttered, realizing she'd only saved me
five dollars.

   Danielle noticed my reddened face and short breaths, "Excited, huh."
"Yeah." "Well, don't waste it.  Got a confession.., I've wanted to fuck you
since I was sixteen years old Mister W!"

   `Dani' led me along the dimly lit corridor, walls and carpet matching
the waiting room.  We entered a room at the end of the corridor.  A single
dome light fixed to the corner facing the door cast it's soft glow to the
ceiling.  A small square table sat on the floor in that same corner.  Atop
the table was a small alarm-clock radio with CD player.

   Like the rest I'd seen, the wall and carpet in this room were softly
colored.  In the corner to the left of the door were three shelves cut to a
right angle toward the wall and rounded smooth away from the wall.  On the
top shelf sat a stack of white towels.  On the bottom was a metal bowl of
moderate size.  The shelf between them held bottles of body wash, body
lotion and body oil of various color, scent.  Beneath the shelves was a
small sink.

   In the center of the room was a full sized bed, standing a bit higher
than standard.  It was dressed with a body length pillow and white linens.
Dani closed the door behind us and locked it.  "Make yourself comfortable,"
she said, removing her robe, hanging it on a hook on the door, and with a
nod, indicating the bed.  I went to the bed, sat and began to undress.

   Dani went to the shelves, took the bowl and ran water into it.  She held
the bowl in her right hand and took a towel from the top shelf with her
left hand.  Draping the towel over her right arm, Dani turned slightly,
"Lotion or oil?" It was then I got a complete view of her full figure.  A
tuft of pussy hair teased from her bikini bottom.  Her tits begged to be
sucked, fondled and admired, refusing to be held by the bikini top.  I was
captivated, I probably drooled...  I didn't notice her walk over to me!

   "Mr W," she cooed, kneeling at my feet, the bowl set on the floor to the
right, "let me help you with those," removing my pants, completing the job
I'd started.  Bare now from the waist down, I surrendered to her undressing
of me.  She looked up at me and smiled then she removed her bikini top. 
She rose from her knees slightly, rubbing my stiffening cock gently as she
moved to remove my shirt and undershirt.  When I was naked, she neatly
folded my clothes and placed them on the floor beneath the table in the
corner.

   "Now," she said, engaging the CD player, "lotion or oil?" "Oh, um,
lotion," I responded.  She was absolutely unfazed by my stark nudity.  She
returned to the bed, "Go ahead, lay down." I did.  She set the bowl on the
bed, dipped her hands in it and proceeded to wash them with a flower
scented bar of soap.  She dried her hands, "Where do you want me to start?"
I rolled over, "Top to bottom, back to front."

   I heard her dabble her hands with lotion.  Then, she applied those warm,
soft, experienced hands to my neck and shoulders.  She worked the muscles
and joints of my upper back then worked down and along my spine.  Before
dabbling her hands with lotion again, she washed them again.  She worked my
buttocks and the backs of my legs with the same wonderful expertise.  She
even took care of the crack of my ass...  including teasing the hole with a
finger.

   The back of my body done, I rolled over.  Dani took the bowl, soap and
towel and returned to the sink.  I couldn't hide my disappointment.  She
glanced over her shoulder, smiled, "Just gotta get fresh warm water and a
clean towel." Shortly, she returned to the bed, washed her hands, dried
them and began her ministrations again.

   She took my left foot from the bed and worked lotion into it's sole,
carefully, purposefully kneading the muscle joint.  Dani tended to the
whole right leg before turning her wonderful hands to my left food, then
that leg.  Having worked her way up my legs, she now gave some attention to
my cock and balls.

   Danielle washed and dried her hands, "That's a nice piece you've got..,
I think you like me Mr.  W." "Yeah, I do.., I always have." "If it hadn't
have been for you," she added as she began washing my dick and sack," I'd
still be on Welfare.  My brother would still be raping me..." choked-up she
struggled to keep from crying.  "You're Welcome," I soothed.  She giggled
slightly and smiled, drying my rod and jewels.

   Once more washing her hands, dabbling lotion, she finished my massage by
tending to my arms then my chest.  She took the bowel, towels, soap and
lotion back toward the sink.  Setting the items on the bottom shelf, she
washed her hands one last time then applied lotion to them.  When she
returned to the bed she ran her hands over my face, working the excess
lotion from her hands into my cheeks and forehead, her tits rubbed against
me the whole time.

   When she'd completed my massage, she asked, "Did you like that?"
"Absolutely." "Good.  Now, can I do something else for you?" "YES," I
called, taking her left tit in hand and drawing her right tit to my mouth.
Dani moaned just slightly," Ohh-kay." After sucking and fondling her tits
for several minutes, I offered, "Sixty, half & half, with 69." "No," she
countered, sitting me up, holding my mouth to her left tit, placing my
right hand on her right," I'm gonna suck you off for thirty.  You're gonna
eat my pussy for free.., make me cum we'll fuck for free." "If not?" "Don't
make me cum..?  Still fuck.., thirty." "Deal," I cried, kissing her neck,
then her cheek.

   I worked my hand into her bikini bottoms, found her petals and
stimulated her stamen.  As one finger became two inside her, she began
rubbing her own tits, becoming flush, leaning back, "OHH, SHHit.  Wanted
this, so fuckin' long...." "You should've come looking for me, I'm on the
web," I responded, moving to expel my fingers from her cunt.  Dani grabbed
my wrist, "No!  Don't stop." I added a third finger to her womanhood, using
my thumb to work her clit directly, while my fingers drove like a thick
piston inside her.

   Her fluids coated my fingers and as she neared orgasm she grabbed my
head, "Suck it," pulling me to her tits.  My left hand busied itself in her
vagina.  My right hand and my mouth alternately worked her breasts.  Her
pussy squeezed my hand in a vise grip when she reached orgasm, her juice
flooding my hand.  We were both flushed and short of breath as we collapsed
to the bed.

   She draped her right arm across my waist and laid her head on my chest,
her face turned toward mine.  She smiled brightly.  I always knew you could
do that.., always wanted a man to make me feel.., like that." "My
pleasure." "And, mine," she giggled certainly.  Her left hand stroked my
head as her right hand moved toward my crotch.

   When her hand touched my cock it rose to attention more quickly than at
any time before now.  "Nice," she moaned, stroking my cock, moving her
mouth to it's head.  Her tongue worked my member with an expertise greater
than any woman [or wench] I'd ever bedded.  She took my entire shaft into
her mouth.  I felt the tip move past her tongue.  She didn't gag.  And, she
drew my cock out of her mouth as slowly as she'd drawn it in.  "Ahh," she
uttered, "Yum."

   For nearly fifteen minutes she gave her full attention to my cock.  I
struggled to prolong the pleasure.  But, all to soon, I had to fuck her
glorious mouth.  I grabbed her head, held it in place, "Gonna fuck your
mouth," and rammed my rod into her face hole.  Dani didn't protest, her
mouth and throat seemed to welcome the invasion of my cock.  She took my
entire length and breadth without resistance.

   Again we flushed and our breath became short.  We were heated, sweat
coated us, and the scent of our sex filled the air.  And, all too damn
soon, "I'm cummin', fuck!  Swallow it.  Take.., Gawd...!" My blast shot
forth like cannon fire.  Danielle swallowed as I withdrew from her mouth,
still cumming.  She reveled, pooling my seed on her tongue and showing it
to me before she swallowed it.  Then, she worked my still hard cock,
squeezing the cum remnants from it...  painting her lips and chin.

   "You taste so fucking good, Mister W!"

   We laid together, each of us glancing at the clock...  thirty minutes
remained of my time.  "Good," we said in unison, "we got time." We laughed.
After several minutes, we felt chilled, laying there together in the damp
sweat coating our bodies and the bed sheets.

   She got up from the bed, "I can't get new sheets without leaving the
room..," "..  and, if you leave the room, I have to leave the room..," "..
session over." "I'll flip the sheet, turn the pillow case inside out, you
get us some towels and warm water.  We'll freshen up a bit before we fuck."
"Clean.  Smart.  And, Honest.  That's why I've always like you -" "- Frank.
You can call me Frank, Dani." "Frank."

   It didn't take us long to freshen ourselves and the bed a bit.  We got
into a sixty-nine position, she on top.  I dived into her oyster and the
clam above it.  My fingers and tongue working her moist places as a
starving man would devour food.  Her heavenly tongue and lips tended to my
cock and balls.  When my tongue wormed into her asshole, she wormed a
finger into mine.

   My dick was hard, begging, searching for a cunt to fuck.  Her folds were
glistening with moisture, well prepared for a hard dick.  Danielle turned,
remaining prone atop me, bringing her pussy toward my cock and arching
slightly, I arched to match...  "Yes!  Damn.  You're so fucking wet.., so
fuckin' warm," I cried as my cock head reached into her cunt.  "Oh, Fuck
Me. Fuck me, Frank.  Do it," she exalted as we moved together, joining as
men and women were meant to do.

   We fucked, well and true and with purpose.  Our groins ground together.
Our hands roamed over each other.  My mouth busied itself with her breasts.
We rolled over, remaining conjoined.  "Yes," she cried, "So Good.  Don't
Stop.  Fuck Me." "Oh, Danielle.  Dani, so fucking sweet." We became
slippery.  Water drained from our bodies.  We slowed our fucking.  "Oh,
wait," she uttered.  "No.  Not yet," I muttered.  "Keep.." "..  Fuck, don't
stop." She raised her legs, arching her pelvis, wrapping her legs about my
waist, drawing me inside her more deeply, "OH.  Dammit.  Fuck Me.  YES. 
Deeper.  Don't stop.  Make me cum!"

   She gripped me tightly, keeping me wrapped between her athletic thighs.
My thrusts became more stern.  Each time I invaded her folds my balls
slammed against her.  My dick head was so engorged it worked her enlarged
clit with each penetration and withdrawal.  We were beyond words.  There
were no more moans.  Again...  and again...  and again, we came together
soundlessly.

   Then...  I filled her womb with my semen.  And, she drained her bucket
on my staff.

   We rolled over, my softening cock still inside her wet cunt.  She kissed
my forehead, then sat back, straddling my pelvis.  Dani held my nearly
flaccid member inside her, giving it nowhere to go, no way out.  I reached
for her tits, taking each in a hand, fondling them as she danced across my
hips.

   Lifting off my cock, she leaned forward, kissed me on the lips and said,
"Thank You.  I useta dream about you fucking me.., giving me a baby."
   18 March 2005 FrankW265

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