Mary's Hotel Massage



Mary had been travelling all day and as she arrived at the hotel she realised how very 
tired she felt.
When she checked in she was grateful that a bellboy carried her suitcase up to her 
room. 

It had been a long time since she had been in a hotel. In fact, she realised with 
some embarrassment, that the last time she had been in a hotel room was when 
Richard had persuaded her to have sex while being watched by the Stiff Club. Even 
now as she remembered the occasion she blushed at the thought of all those strangers 
watching her via their computers. As she recalled the wild events of that day she also 
remembered how horny she had felt. Plus, although she had never actually admitted it 
to Richard, she had really enjoyed the fact that all the men had wanked as they 
watched, because of her and, she assumed what they wanted to do with her! 
Tomorrow she had a very busy day ahead, and as she unpacked her suitcase 
and settled into the room that would be home for the next few days, she decided to 
take a long hot bath to help her relax before going to bed.
The room was quite large and it reminded her of the rooms in the Hilton hotel 
back home in Taiwan, where she had enjoyed many wonderful hours with Richard.
Mary had already turned on the water in the bath and by the time she had 
undressed and returned to the bathroom the bath was ready. She dipped her toe in the 
water to check the temperature. It was hot but not too hot. She stepped into the bath 
and then lowered her self slowly into the hot steamy water. As she lay back she 
enjoyed the feeling of the hot water as it flowed around her breasts. She started to 
think how good it would be if Richard had been there with her. She imagined how he 
would wash her all over; every inch of her, rubbing her gently with soap covered 
hands.
As she lay in the bath daydreaming she realised how horny she was feeling. 
She started to move her thighs in the water and thought how good it felt. As she 
opened and closed them the water seemed to move back and forth over her pussy. 
 Although she did not want to admit it to herself, she knew that she would be 
masturbating, either in the bath or in the bed before the evening was finished!
Feeling relaxed and still horny she stepped out of the bath and wrapped a large 
towel around her wet and naked body. The bathroom was very hot and steamy and as 
Mary started to dry her self she looked around the bathroom noting the usual hotel 
gifts, little soap bars, shampoo, shower cap, etc. 
Still naked except for the towel, Mary opened the bathroom door and went 
back into the bedroom. Although feeling tired she was not yet ready to go to sleep. As 
well as a large bed there was also a desk and on the desk was a thick leather folder 
with details of the hotel services inside. Mary sat at the desk and started to look 
through the folder. As she turned the pages she noted where to go for breakfast, what 
number to dial for laundry service, room service menu, etc. then she noticed a number 
to call for a room massage. The more she thought about it the more she convinced her 
self that a massage would be good and help her relax completely before going to bed. 
She picked up the phone and dialled the number. The phone rang for a long time and 
then, just as Mary was about to hang up a female voice answered, "hello, can I help?"
Mary asked if it was too late to have a room massage. The woman replied that it was 
no problem and someone would come to her room shortly.
	Mary put the phone down and lay on the bed waiting for the person to arrive. 
A few minutes later there was a knock at her door. Mary made sure the towel was 
secure around her naked body and then went to the door. She looked through the 
security hole in the door to check who was there. Mary was very surprised to see a 
very handsome man standing outside with a towel over his arm and carrying a small 
bag. For some reason Mary never imagined that it would be a man and suddenly felt 
unsure and underdressed! She was still trying to decide whether to let him in or not 
when he knocked on the door again. Ignoring her doubts she opened the door. 
"Massage?" said the man, "yes, come in", replied Mary.
He must have sensed her unease and assured her that she should just relax and enjoy a 
good professional massage. He explained that most of his clients were ladies, many of 
them regular customers who always asked for him when they visited the hotel.
Mary was already feeling more at ease as this handsome man, smiling broadly at her, 
walked confidently into the room and toward the bed. 
Mary embarrassed herself as she realised she was looking the man up and down, like 
men do to women, appraising his body! He looked strong and masculine as well as 
very handsome. As he spread the large towel onto the bed Mary watched him. 
Somehow he looked familiar but she was not sure why. Mary dismissed the thought 
and followed his instruction to lay face down on the bed. Making sure the towel was 
securely covering her nakedness; she lay down with her face resting against the soft 
luxurious pillows. He asked her if she wanted just a neck and shoulder or the full 
massage. Mary was sure that he emphasised the word 'FULL' but immediately 
dismissed the thought being a result of her tiredness and the fact that she was feeling 
horny. 
This was certainly a new experience, she thought to herself. Here she was, naked 
except for a towel and about to be massaged by a handsome stranger. She replied that 
she would like the full massage. He then asked if she would like oil or not. "Oil 
please", she replied, already looking forward to be pampered.
As she lay on the bed the masseur opened the bag he had carried in and lifted out a 
large bottle of oil. He asked her if she would like the oil to be warm. Mary said she 
would so he explained that it would take a few minutes to warm the oil under some 
hot water in the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom Mary quickly re-checked the 
towel that was wrapped around her body to make certain she was covered.
She settled back onto the bed and from where she was laying she could see the 
bathroom door. She was a little startled when the masseur re-appeared wearing only a 
pair of tight fitting white silk boxer shorts. He noticed her reaction but explained that 
he always preferred to work in only his shorts to keep him cool. He asked her if she 
objected but Mary was satisfied with his explanation so she said it would be OK.
	She watched him walk toward her and she embarrassed herself again as she 
realised she was looking at his muscular thighs. Because the shorts were a tight fit, 
she could not help notice the bulge in the front. The silk fabric and the tightness left 
nothing to the imagination! She could clearly see the outline of his big balls and his 
cock. As she lay there her thoughts started to drift toward sex. She started to try and 
imagine what the masseur would look like as he fucked someone! She wondered how 
his thighs would look as he tensed them to thrust his cock into his lover. As her mind 
drifted with wild thoughts she suddenly felt the warm oil being carefully dripped onto 
her back, just below her neck. This sensation was swiftly followed by the touch of 
two strong hands starting to massage the oil into her skin. The warm oil felt good as 
the masseur started his task on her neck and shoulders. 
His hands worked around her shoulders, squeezing and pushing as his thumbs pushed 
firmly over her upper spine.
Mary was already starting to feel very relaxed and a warm sensuous feeling was 
starting to spread throughout her body.
The masseur continued to work on her shoulders and then moved to her upper arms. 
Until now Mary had been laying with her arms by her side. The masseur stopped 
momentarily and taking each arm in turn he moved them above her head. With her 
arms now raised each side of her head he concentrated his efforts on her upper arms. 
Every now and then he would pause to pour more oil onto his hands and then continue 
with the massage. He gradually moved along each arm until he reached her hands. 
After a short time working on her hands he returned to her shoulders. After applying 
more oil his hands started to move under her arms. Mary tensed a little as his hands 
moved there, very aware of how near he was to her breasts. Again he sensed her 
tension and said quietly, "relax, just relax and enjoy it". Mary immediately did as she 
was asked and relaxed. He then asked if she would mind if he pulled the towel down a 
little so that he could massage the rest of her back properly. Mary replied that she did 
not mind, but thought to her self "I wonder how much he will pull it down?" She did 
not have to wait long to find out. She felt his hand, grip the top of the towel and then 
he asked her to lift her self up a little so that he could pull the towel down!
On any other day Mary would not have gone through with this, but for some strange 
reason she just lifted her self up a little to allow the towel to be moved. In one 
movement, which he had obviously done before, the towel was pulled down to her 
waist! Mary immediately lowered herself back onto the bed, suddenly feeling naked 
but not particularly worried, as her breasts were not visible while she lay on her front. 
She did ask him, if it was necessary to pull the towel down so far, but as she asked the 
question she realised that to pull it back up she would have to expose her breasts. 
Again he told her it was perfectly OK and that it was necessary so that he could 
massage her back.
Now he poured more oil onto her and she felt his strong hands again working all over 
her back. He seemed to repeat the same pattern, by starting at her neck and then 
moving slowly down to her waist. This was repeated up and down her spine and then 
he gradually worked outward, until he was massaging the oil from her armpits down 
to her waist. Mary was starting to enjoy his touch, especially as his hands worked 
down her sides. Each time he moved from her armpits she felt that the tips of his 
fingers were just a little closer to the soft flesh of her breasts. At first she felt alarmed 
that this stranger was so close to actually touching her breasts but as he continued 
moving his oily hands up and down her sides she was shocked to realise that she 
actually wanted him to touch her breasts!
Soon her whole back felt relaxed and he paused for a short while. She then sensed he 
had moved down the bed toward her feet. This was confirmed when she felt him first 
pour some oil onto the backs of her calf muscles and then his strong hands started to 
massage her lower legs and feet. 
He massaged each toe individually and then the whole foot. Gradually he worked his 
way up each calf toward her knees. 
Mary was really enjoying this massage and felt very warm and relaxed. However, she 
realised that her mind was now drifting more regularly onto the subject of sex. She 
also realised that if she was perhaps feeling a little horny earlier, she was definitely 
feeling very horny now! As the need for sex started to fill her mind she felt the strong 
hands now starting to massage her legs above the knee. She now felt more at ease as 
this strong handsome man poured some more oil onto the backs of her thighs. His 
large hands were now squeezing and pressing the muscles of her thighs. When he 
reached about half way up her thighs he stopped again as he reached the edge of the 
towel. Mary was shocked to realise that she felt suddenly disappointed that his hands 
had not moved higher! She felt him move again and opened her eyes a little and 
moved her head to see what he was doing. She saw that he was moving to her side 
again and as she watched his strong thighs move she noticed that the bulge in his 
shorts was larger! She was not sure whether to be flattered or alarmed. She decided 
very quickly that she should feel flattered that he was becoming erect. She also felt 
her self blush a little as she thought to herself, 'MMmmm, quite an impressive cock!' 
She felt his hands on her lower back as he started to massage her again. His thighs 
were actually quite close to her head as he leaned over, facing away from her head as 
he massaged her lower back. It felt good as his oily hands pushed toward her 
buttocks. He was pushing quite hard and Mary was enjoying watching his thighs tense 
each time he pushed into her back. Each time his hands moved down Mary was sure 
his fingers would run under the edge of the towel. Soon there was no doubt, on each 
downward movement his hands were now running under the towel and rubbing over 
the top of her buttocks. She realised that because the towel was so tightly wrapped 
around her it was hindering the movement of his hands. Although she knew that she 
should not encourage him, her self-control was becoming weak and, almost 
subconsciously, she lifted her self a little each time his hands pushed under the towel. 
By lifting her self up a little each time the towel became loser, enabling his hands to 
go further!
Of course, the masseur realised what was happening and was enjoying every moment 
wondering to him self how far she would allow him to go.
By now Mary was talking quietly to him as he rubbed the oil into her back and the 
tops of her buttocks. She told him how good it felt in between low sighs of pleasure. 
She also mentioned to him that she was sure she had seen him before somewhere but 
could not remember where. He said that she also looked familiar. As they talked about 
nothing in particular, he asked if he could lower the towel some more to continue his 
massage. Mary replied "OK" without really thinking. It wasn't until she felt him pull 
the towel down over her buttocks that she realised what he meant. Part of her wanted 
to object to this sudden exposure of her buttocks, but her wild side thought, "oh, what 
the hell, what does it matter, my legs are together and the towel is still covering the 
tops of my legs". She felt some more oil being poured over her buttocks and soon 
forgot about any objections when the two strong hands started to massage her bum 
cheeks. Again a little moan of pleasure escaped her lips as the strong hands squeezed 
and massaged her bum. Suddenly, without even asking she felt a strong hand slip 
under her thighs and lift her as the other hand pulled the towel out from under her. 
"You don't mind, do you", he said, more of a statement than a question, as he 
removed the towel completely leaving her completely naked. Without waiting for her 
answer his hands resumed their massage of her buttocks and now he moved his hands 
to where her buttocks met her thighs. Mary never did answer; she just sighed again as 
this handsome masseur massaged her now naked body. 
A mixture of being naked, clenching her thighs together and having a stranger holding 
her buttocks in his hands had made Mary now feel very horny. She could feel the 
wetness of her pussy and each time the masseur squeezed and pushed her bum cheeks 
it indirectly stimulated her pussy. The thought was also occurring to Mary that sooner 
or later he would ask her to turn over! What would she do, she was now completely 
naked. For the moment he could not actually see anything improper but if she turned 
over she would expose her breasts and pussy hair. As these thoughts raced around her 
head she felt him pour more oil onto her. This time though, as he was pouring it over 
her lower back, some ran directly into the top of the crack of her bum! She felt it start 
to trickle down between her bum cheeks as his strong hands resumed the massage. 
The pattern of the massage changed again as she felt his hands move further over her 
buttocks and slowly down to the backs of her knees. She was shocked to realise that 
she felt disappointed as his hands left her buttocks, then even more shocked at how 
much she enjoyed the feeling as his hands started to move back up her thighs once 
more. Soon he was concentrating on just the tops of her thighs and buttocks. Every 
now and then she would feel a little tingle rush through her body as one of his fingers 
would brush tantalisingly close to her anus. The movement was so subtle that Mary 
convinced herself that she was imagining it. 
Imagination or not, Mary felt her self blush as she realised that she actually 
WANTED him to touch her intimately. She also realised that as the tips of his fingers 
passed close to her anus she was actually moving her bum very slightly, 
subconsciously encouraging him!
Her wild daydreaming was interrupted as he said, in quiet but authoritative voice, 
"you did ask for the FULL massage, didn't you? Without even thinking Mary, sighed 
back in reply, yes please. She had not even thought what he meant, but in reality she 
didn't care. 
She tensed as she felt one of his oily hands push between her thighs. She relaxed 
again as he said, "if I am going to massage your thighs you will have to relax and not 
push your legs so tightly together. Mary relaxed and let her thighs open a tiny amount. 
He gripped one of her thighs in both hands and started to firmly massage it. He started 
just above her knee, but was soon working his way up toward her pussy. It felt good 
as he massaged more oil into her thigh and soon he was swapping from one thigh to 
the other. He would massage each thigh in turn; always moving up toward her pussy 
and each time, as he neared it, Mary felt his fingertips tantalisingly close to her moist 
cunt or sometimes her arsehole. 
With one of his hands always between her thighs and being so close to her pussy, 
Mary realised that he must surely be able to see glimpses of her between her legs. 
Instead of feeling embarrassed or annoyed that this stranger was almost certainly able 
to see her most private parts, it actually turned her on, to be exposed in this way.
She felt more oil being dripped onto her back and then trickling down the crack of her 
bum, over her anus and down to her wet minge. He was obviously using one hand to 
pour the oil as she could still feel the other hand high up the inside of her thigh, his 
fingers only an inch or so from her hungry moist minge.
Again he asked, "it was the full massage you wanted wasn't it?
As she began to reply "yes" she felt the tip of his finger definitely brush over her wet 
minge. The yes came out more like, "ye-e---sss please. 
She felt his oily finger purposefully run from the front of her wet minge all the way 
back to her anus. The feelings that rushed through her body were wonderful. Mary 
just gave in completely and with her head still pressed against the soft pillows she just 
concentrated on the wonderful sexual sensations that ran through her aroused body. 
She allowed him to open her legs some more and enjoyed the wild feeling of showing 
her self to this handsome masseur. The tips of his fingers were now expertly brushing 
lightly over the wet entrance of her cunt. She could feel each finger individually as 
they started to touch not only her minge but her anus as well. 
She lifted her head a little to look back at his strong muscular thighs and was pleased 
to notice that his erection was now bulging very obviously under his shorts.
She then sighed involuntarily as she felt one of his fingers slip easily into her.
This single, probing, finger started to explore her wetness and was soon joined by 
another as he started to finger fuck her wet cunt. As she enjoyed the feeling of these 
two fingers stretching her minge as he finger fucked her she also became aware of one 
of his remaining fingers moving in small circular motions over her anus. She already 
knew how her arse could also give her pleasure when Richard had shown her how 
some time ago.  As his finger repeatedly passed over that tight entrance she pushed 
her self back onto it, encouraging him to explore her more thoroughly.
"You are a really sexy lady", he said,  "I always hoped for this day, ever since I saw 
you in a hotel in Taiwan with your English man! 
Mary was shocked by this sudden confession! She also now realised why he had 
looked so familiar! He was one of the members of the Stiff Club who had watched as 
Richard had encouraged her to give them a show and make them all wank!
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would meet one of them again.
Once more, instead of feeling annoyed or embarrassed it turned her on even more. In 
some way it felt better to know that he was not a total stranger, he had in fact seen 
ALL off her before and, she then realised, a little embarrassed, he had wanked until he 
had shot his spunk whilst watching her on his computer.
By now Mary had only one thought in her mind and that was to be fucked and to be 
fucked hard!
She again lifted her head from the pillow and realised that if she reached back with 
her hand she would be able to touch the bulge in his shorts. She had never done 
anything so bold before. But she had never had a stranger finger fuck her before! She 
reached back and boldly ran her hand over the bulge in his shorts. The thin silk made 
him feel almost naked. She moved her hand below his balls and cupped them in her 
hand, gently squeezing them and feeling their weight. She then moved her hand up to 
his stiff cock. She gripped it through the thin silk, running her hand over the full 
length and then using her fingers to feel its width and breathed the words, "fuck me" 
please, fuck me".
The masseur did not need to be asked twice. She saw him quickly pull down his 
shorts and, as his stiff cock was released, she lay her head back onto the pillow. She 
had no need to see his cock; she just wanted to feel it inside her!
She felt him climb on to the bed and then felt his urgent need as he pushed her legs 
further apart. She felt his fingers probing between her legs, searching out her wet 
cunt. She felt him open her up with his fingers holding her wet cunt lips wide open as 
he guided his stiff cock to her entrance. She felt the head of his cock momentarily 
nestle in the folds of her wet cunt lips. Then, in one firm thrust, making her gasp for 
breath, he was deep inside her. He stayed like that for a few seconds, most of his 
weight pressing on her bum as he moved his hands quickly up and under her to hold 
her breasts firmly in his hands. 
He squeezed her tits quite roughly and then began to fuck her. With her face buried in 
the soft pillow Mary could not see him at all, but she could definitely feel him! He 
was holding a breast in each hand with a nipple between each thumb and finger. He 
was almost using her breasts as handles as he gripped them to thrust his stiff cock 
back and forth into her hungry and willing cunt. She enjoyed feeling the weight of his 
muscular body pressing down against her and could feel the sweat between their 
bodies and the urgency of his hot breath against her neck as he thrust his cock in and 
out of her with big powerful thrusts.
The waves of pleasure were soon surging through Mary's body and she was starting 
to cum. She did not really care if he had his orgasm or not, she just wanted to use his 
magnificent cock for her pleasure; but she heard his breathing becoming more and 
more urgent and felt his muscular thighs tense and his grip on her tits become almost 
painful.  These feelings only added to her pleasure and, as she reached an explosive 
orgasm, she felt him thrust into her even more urgently and then felt his hot spunk 
filling her cunt as he released his urgent need inside her. 



His pace slowed down and eventually stopped and his cock started to go limp and 
then slipped out of Mary's wet hole.
In a very short time the tiredness that Mary had felt some hours earlier took over and 
she fell into a deep and satisfied sleep. She did not notice as the masseur climbed 
from her, dressed and left the room.
Some time later Mary awoke. She started to remember the masseur and quickly 
looked around the room, but the room was empty, there was no sign that he had ever 
been there. Mary began to think that maybe it had all been a dream, but that did not 
explain the fact that she was laying on a towel, her skin still felt oily, and she could 
still feel the wetness between her legs! She pulled the bed covers over her and with a 
hand between her legs pressing against her pussy she closed her eyes and went back 
to sleep.

