My name is Maria, from Rio, Brazil. My mother died in an accident when I was only five years old, and I was raised by my father and two older brothers. We lived in a poor area as my father struggled financially, raising three children on his own.
I enjoyed school and did very well with my grades; I think because school was my safe place and enjoyed being there. From a child growing up, I was always complimented on my beauty which led me in the direction of wanting to become a beautician as a career. I loved applying makeup to myself, even though everyone told me I was already beautiful enough. I am quite tall and slim, medium C-size, perky breasts and a trim, tight, peachy ass, with olive silky Brazilian skin. I have long, straight black hair, which I mostly wear up in a ponytail or bun, which accentuates my delicate face and piercing eyes.
I was very unhappy at home during my final school years. My brothers had left home, and my father was quite abusive to me. I had been looking at various options in beautician courses, and decided I needed to get away from my father and study somewhere else. I needed a clean break and would be quite happy to never see my father again.
After a lot of research, and a lot of help from my brother, we both decided we needed to escape the insecurities of the area we lived in, so we decided to move to Australia for a new start. My brother got a well-paying job there to support us both, while I was accepted to study cosmetology and massage.
We lived on the northeast coast of Australia, where the weather is warm all year. Because I love the beach so much, this was a perfect place for me to live. I didn't know anyone and wanted to meet new friends, so I joined the local surf club. I had also made a good friend, Sarah, during my studies; we did everything together as we had very similar personalities and interests.
Sarah had a boyfriend and kept telling me I needed to find myself a nice guy, so we could do things as couples. I wasn't interested in a boyfriend for a while, as I wanted to just concentrate on my studies and get a full-time job.
I became very good friends with this guy at the surf club. His name was Jake, and even though I wasn't quite ready for a boyfriend, we eventually hooked up together and I became his girlfriend. It didn't take long for us to fall in love with each other as we loved doing so many fun things together.
After a year and completing my studies, I got a full-time job at a local beauty parlor. The one part of the job I enjoyed the most, was giving relaxation massages. So, I did another course in remedial massage which I really enjoyed and wanted to just focus on perfecting the massage techniques.
Sarah and I, along with our boyfriends, spent a lot of time going clubbing and to the beach every weekend. My relationship with Jake was strong and couldn't imagine life without him.
I loved the beach so much, and so did Sarah; we sunbathed at the beach as much as possible. We often complimented each other on how beautiful we were, and how we both had perfect beach bodies. Sarah had a perfect body and I always told her she was so much more beautiful than me. We always took photos of each other posing in our tiny bikinis, and having a great time.
Sarah posted a lot of these photos on her Instagram page; due to her model looks, she had a lot of followers. She often got messages asking who her friend in the photos was. I didn't have social media to post on, so Sarah suggested I should start my own social media account, so I reluctantly agreed.
I uploaded a few photos of myself in my skimpy bikinis and little party dresses, and instantly started getting a lot of followers with Sarah's help promoting my page. I had a lot of fun with it and my follower base grew by hundreds every day. Within a year, I had built up over 20,000 followers.
Once I had become fully qualified in remedial massage, I decided to start my own business, specializing in remedial and relaxation massage. I rented a small shop, fitted out a room with a massage table, and began taking on clients.
Jake and I moved into a small apartment together. It was nothing flashy, but it became our home together. I was then the happiest I had ever been in my life. My perfect business doing what I love; a great boyfriend in Jake, who I loved so much; the best friend Sarah, I could not ask for a better friend. Life was perfect.
My Instagram page had grown so much, and I had a lot of fun posting and reading all the comments on how beautiful I was. I was also getting a lot of private messages which I hadn't responded to. I showed Sarah and she suggested I should have a bit of fun and flirt with them. I knew it would all be just harmless fun, so agreed with her and started replying to a few messages.
The way some of the guys complimented me, made me feel good about myself, and I noticed that I was getting quite turned on when replying. It only made me flirt more in my replies. I started getting some messages from guys wanting to see me without the bikini, and just replied, "In your dreams, honey." There was no way I would allow anyone but Jake to see me naked.
A lot of guys also suggested I should start an Only Fans page. I knew nothing about what Only Fans was about, until I asked Sarah, who then informed me that she had an account of her own. When she told me that it was where I could post nudes and uncensored photos and videos, I just laughed, and said, "No thanks." I knew Jake would not approve of that, and I wasn't going to post any nude photos of myself for other guys to see.
Even though I had always felt comfortable in my own skin, I always accepted my natural beauty. I would attract many guys staring at me at the beach, being almost naked and even topless, which never bothered me. In fact, I loved being the center of attention, but the thought of putting my body on social media had never appealed to me.
I just continued having fun with messaging guys and flirting online which was good fun.
My business was growing. My clients were mainly female, with only a few older men wanting relief from certain muscle aches. I was approached by some sporting clubs to do their massages, so I began to take on players from the local football club. I had never massaged younger guys my age before, and didn't know if I would feel comfortable doing so. As my female clients mostly stripped naked for their massage, I wasn't sure if it would be right for male clients to do the same.
When my first football player client arrived, I almost blushed when I asked him to remove his clothes and place the towel over him while I left the room. I failed to tell him to leave his underwear on, but expected it would be normal for him to do so anyway. I came back into the room to see him lying on his stomach with the towel over his bottom. I had never touched another guy my age, but knew this was my job and had to remain professional, treating all clients the same.
I poured some oil into my hands and began to work on his shoulders and back. It was so different from touching a woman. His muscles were so much bigger and I had to use more pressure to work on him. I got to his lower back and needed to lower the towel further to work on his glutes, which meant rubbing his ass. It was then I noticed he had also stripped naked and had removed his underwear.
Running my hands on a man's ass felt so different; in fact, it felt nice. I could feel myself getting slightly turned on. 'Oh no' I thought to myself, 'stay professional.' I finished working on his back and began rubbing his calves and thighs. His legs were slightly apart and as I massaged his upper thigh, I could see his testicles. I tried not to focus on them and to just concentrate on rubbing his inner thigh, but I could not help glazing my eyes over them. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain myself, as my fingers came close to touching them. I could feel myself getting very wet between my legs. I didn't want to be turned on by clients, but it was happening.
I also wondered also what he was thinking, having a beautiful young Brazilian girl rubbing his body. Maybe I was turning him on, too? What young male wouldn't be turned on by that?
It was time for him to then lie on his back, so I could work on his neck. I held up the towel so I couldn't see him, only seeing his face as he lay on his back. I could see him slightly blush, as I placed the towel back over him. I was just as embarrassed as he was when his erect penis lifted the towel like a tent pole.
"Sorry." He blushed. "This is embarrassing," he said, looking up at me as I rubbed oil on his chest.
"It's only natural, don't worry," I said in a very soft voice, as I tried to remain professional. But rubbing his masculine chest, and the sight of the penis was making me so horny. I knew I couldn't touch it and needed his session to end quickly.
Once I finished with him and he left, I needed to relieve myself. I removed my G-string and lay on the massage table and began to finger my wet pussy. I was so worked up--- I was thinking of this guy's cock and wondered what it would look like, how it would feel. It didn't take long to let out an intense orgasm as I lay there on the table, trying to come back to my senses before my next client; who, fortunately, was a woman before I had two more male clients to finish the day.
By the end of the day, after those two male clients, I had to relieve myself again on the massage table. I went straight to Sarah's place and had to fill her in on what happened at work. As she was also a masseuse, I wondered whether she had ever encountered the same experience I had just had. She explained it was just normal for a female to feel that way after rubbing down a male body.
She told me again that I really should consider an Only Fans page. That people would pay to see me nude and watch me masturbate, and she suggested I buy some toys. She told me to open an account discreetly, under a different name so friends, family---- and especially Jake--- would not know about it. I was still not sure if it would be a good idea, but I thought long and hard about it, and the fact that I could make good money on the side and be discreet about it---, maybe, it could be a bit of harmless fun.
I went home and seriously thought about it some more. Jake took me to bed and we made passionate love; the day's events had gotten me so horny, and he could tell. It was the best sex we had ever had.
After Jake went to sleep, I sat up and read some messages on my Instagram. One message caught my eye.
'Hey there Beautiful. I hope you read my message. I just need to tell you that you are by far the hottest Babe I have ever seen. I love Brazilian Beauties. I could make love to you all night long Baby. I hope you reply to me.'
After reading it, I checked out his profile and he was hot. I thought I would play and flirt a little, while I was in a horny mood.
ME: 'Thank you for your message. I am feeling so horny right now.'
When I pressed send, I became even more aroused that I had sent such a horny message, hoping he would reply while I was in the mood. Within a minute, I got a response.
HIM: 'I bet you would love my big 9-inch cock fucking your sweet little pussy Baby'
ME: 'Hmmm, I need your cock in me right now Honey, I need you to fuck me'
He replied with a photo of his cock.
ME: 'Mmmmm I love it, fuck my pussy with that beautiful thing.........MMMMMMM'
HIM: 'Show me your pussy Baby'
I then stopped for a moment. I wasn't going to show him my nude photos. Then I got to thinking about what Sarah had told me about showing nudes of myself and being anonymous. So I replied.
