Taboo Massage Novels & Stories

Chapter 32: Mark "Press harder right below the left shoulder blade, sweet heart," I murmur, my face resting comfortably in the padded leather crescent of the massage table. The private suite at the Bellevue Oasis is dead silent except for the low, rhythmic hum of the ambient acoustic tracks playing through the hidden ceiling speakers. Four licensed masseuses surround my table in a synchronized grid of luxury service. Two are focused on the deep-tissue tension in my shoulders and lower back, while the other two work on my calves and feet with heated obsidian stones.

“Can you go over that spot a little harder, please?” The rest of the 60-minute massage passes by relatively quickly, and Isabella’s hard-earned tension is eventually worked away by her massage therapist’s skilled hands. It feels incredible. She almost manages to forget about Archibald’s butt, but then she hears Archibald groaning when they get to that part of the massage, which fills her mind with so many inappropriate thoughts that she has to imagine all the least sexy scenarios she can think of (Public embarrassment! Cat poop! Horrible accidents! Mass casualties!) in order to avoid popping an incredibly ill-timed boner.

I kept touching myself to the memory, even though he had forbidden it. I was soaked by the time I arrived at his office for our second session, exactly three days later. I had followed his rules: a pleated navy skirt that stopped mid-thigh, a soft white blouse, and no panties. The cool air brushing against my bare pussy with every step made me feel obscene, exposed, owned. I knocked on his door at 6:30 p.m. sharp. “Come in,” I heard his response. Drawing in a sharp breath, I pushed the door open and walked in.

The ache between her legs had been a constant, low thrum, a ghost of his fingers. “As I suspected. These things require consistent, dedicated treatment to manage.” He dried his hands and approached, pulling a stool close. He didn’t don gloves. “We’re going to try a different technique today. A deeper myofascial release. It may be more intense. Your safe word is ‘cease.’ Do you understand?” Safe word. The term, so clinical, so at odds with the context, sent a fresh jolt of adrenaline through her. He was systematizing it, making it a protocol.

Every session afterward, they're working naked together. Holding her loosely in a spoon, nuzzling her neck. Then moving on to spooning while his hand explores her upper torso. Then giving her a naked massage. Still no erection, the touching is erotic now, but still not sexual. Finally, Sean is allowed to touch the holy of holies, merely the outside, but he gives Shasta an orgasm, lightly stroking her pussy. He still doesn't get an erection in therapy. This is for his Mistress, meeting her needs. Since Shasta knows he has his own, after each session, he's allowed to masturbate and cum.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Emily. I had just finished packing my massage kit oils, towels, the foldable table, a few extras I definitely wasn’t licensed to use when the address popped up on my phone. A Marine, twenty-eight, full lower-body cast, “therapeutic massage required.” My pussy clenched so hard at the description I almost dropped the bottle of almond oil. It wasn’t part of my nursing contract, but my cunt had stopped caring about contracts months ago. It hunted now. And tonight it had scented prey.

"Of course I told I had a rough night last night." "Maybe you need a new body partner...err pillow. Dang look at what you do to me." "It's okay I won't report you." After the massage he helped her to the gym "anyway there is a new treatment I would like to try if your up for it. However it maybe a little uncomfortable at first" he explained what he wanted to try. "I can give you the amabos first if you would like but l would prefer to do it after." "I am always game for something new and if that didn't sound perverted then I don't know what is."

He leans down, and claps her body in his large palms, trailing down her curves. "I do non-oily massage, and I've got a special rod for you… only for you" he place a kiss on her tummy," you don't need to worry about your inner walls, my rod is big enough to relax your inner muscle and make you feel whole again" he reaches for her lips and rubbed on it with his tombs, "I promise you won't have to use lip gloss to keep these wet in the process of experiencing total bliss, I will make sure to I keep it wet till when it's all over"

"That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?" "No." "Thin plastic sheet. If they're wet or oiled underneath they can't tell the difference. I have some regulars that I see once or twice a week that are