Sr: the Masseuse's Mistae

The Slut Rose: The Masseuse's Mistake, Part 3

It was 9:30am the next morning when Vince came in the front door to get ready for his first client at 10:00. "Good morning, Vanessa," he said. He was carrying a satchel and started to walk towards the back.

"Good morning," Vanessa said, obviously not happy. "I need to have a word with you before you get settled in."

"That sounds serious," he said as he changed course and walked over to the front desk.

"This is very serious." Vanessa took a deep breath. This was not going to be easy for her. "I have been suspicious about how rapidly you built your client list and then about how they seem to act after their sessions."

"Ok...," Vince said, looking a little dumbfounded.

"To be frank, I put a camera in your room yesterday," Vanessa said. "And I watched your session with Kristen."

"Ok...," Vince said again as if waiting for an accusation.

Vanessa was surprised. The smug little bastard didn't even try to defend himself. He didn't even try to deny that he had sex with Kristen.

"I know that you had sex with Kristen yesterday, Vince," she said, finally getting it out. "That is not only wrong with me, but it's wrong as far as the law is concerned. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

"Well, if you saw the massage, you'll see that at no time did I request to have sex in any way, shape, or form," he said. "In fact, you'll see that she came on to me and that she is definitely a force to contend with. It's very hard to deny her, as I'm sure you know."

Vanessa looked at him, not believing a word of it, but what he said did bear out in the video. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You gave her a massage just two weeks ago," Vince said. "I'll bet something happened then, too. Right?"

Vanessa had to admit. He had a point. She didn't ask to have sex with Kristen and actively tried to stop it. But even she couldn't. Could she blame Vince for not being able to?

"You do have a point," Vanessa admitted. She paused a minute, thinking about what to do next. "So... I... I'm sorry but I don't know if I can trust you."

"And it's hard for me to trust you, knowing that you're spying on me," Vince said. "We're in a bit of a stalemate."

"What do you think I can do to trust you again?"

Vince smiled. "I can give you a massage. I can show you what they really enjoy about my massages and then you'll understand."

Vanessa nodded slowly. Maybe that's all it would take. If she got a massage, maybe she could see why the women were calling it magical. She'd know for sure that they felt that way simply because he was a really good masseur and not because of... sex... or drugs.

"Ok," she said. "We're both done at 6:00pm today and the girls will be gone by then. Let's just do it then."

"Sounds good to me," Vince agreed. "Can I...?" he pointed to the back room, asking permission to start getting ready for his first client.

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah. Go ahead."

*****

The day seemed to drag on as Vanessa continued to both work the desk and give a few massages herself. By the time 6:00pm came, she was getting nervous. She realized that she was going to be getting a massage from Vince... the one where every client seemed to come out acting funny.

The other three masseuse left as she worked on the computer, inputting the day's data. At about 6:20pm Vince finally came out from the back.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, realizing this was the moment. She locked the computer, locked the front door, and turned off the waiting-room lights. Then she followed Vince to the back.

"Was it a good day?" he asked. "It felt like there were a ton of people in today."

"Yeah," Vanessa said, walking into his room behind him. "We had almost twenty clients today."

"That's nice," he said. He closed the door and when he looked at Vanessa, apologized. "Sorry, just habit. Trust me. It'll be ok."

Vanessa nodded.

"Go ahead, there's a screen there where you can take off your clothes," he said before catching himself again. "Oh, I'm sorry... you know the routine," he laughed.

"Yeah... I've said it enough myself," she laughed, too.

As she moved behind the screen and undressed, Vince moved to the rack on the wall and lit several of the candles. Then he grabbed his bottle of oil. Vanessa came back with the towel wrapped around her and lay down on the table. Vince folded and laid the towel over her ass. Then he poured some oil into his hands and started the massage.

As she expected, he started on her shoulders first, then her upper back. While his grip was firm and his technique was good, it wasn't anything she'd describe as magical.

"You're so stiff," he said. "You probably should get more massages yourself. I've really gotta loosen you up."

"You guys have enough clients," she said. "You don't have to worry about me."

Vince worked his hands down to her lower back, then jumped over the towel to start working her legs. It was an average massage so far, as far as Vanessa was concerned, and Vince started down her legs and started working on her feet. That part felt wonderful. She always loved to have her feet rubbed.

"Are you going to use your special oil I keep hearing about?" Vanessa asked, hoping to scare him a little that she knew about it.

But Vince wasn't fazed in the least. "Certainly... I can do that. Are you ready for it?"

"Sure," Vanessa said. "What's so different about it?"

"Oh... I've just added a little to it," Vince said. "It's a mixture I learned about and I really like it." He walked over to the rack on the wall again and picked up the pink candle, lighting it. "Let me turn down the lights for the full, relaxation effect." He went to the door and flipped the switch on the wall, turning off the stark overhead lights. The room was glowing from the candles and did generate a wonderful relaxing mood. Then he grabbed his small bottle of personal oil mixture and came back to the table.

He smiled to himself as he lifted the bottle of oil. All of his clients attributed their sexual feelings to it, but there really wasn't anything special about it. Just as he told Vanessa, it was just a little mix he made... just some additives like menthol to make her skin tingle.

The candle, though... now that was special. It was the real bread winner. It was extremely expensive, but it was so worth it. For $1000 the little tea light, the SlutOil candle, would last between five and eight hours, enough for up to sixteen massages if he used it right. In the little massage room, the scent filled the room rapidly, giving his female clients just the right sensations. In just five minutes, Vanessa was going to be feeling its effects.

"This oil is the perfect enhancement to my massages," he said, drizzling some of it on her legs. "It'll make you feel really, really good." He set the bottle aside and started massaging her legs again.

Vince slowly worked up her legs to her ass. "How's that?" he asked when he reached just below the crease of her glutes.

"That's... great," Vanessa moaned. She was starting to feel really good. Her legs were tingling and she was starting to feel... excited. It confused her. She'd had many massages before. What made this one so different? What about this one made her so... horny?

"As I'm sure you know, the secret is to have a firm touch, but not too hard," he said softly. "I like to get... intimate... with my clients. And make them so comfortable with me." He slid his hands under the towel and started massaging her ass, making that skin tingle as well.

"Mmm," Vanessa moaned. "Deeper," she whispered.

He slid his fingers between her legs, massaging her inner thighs, an inch from her pussy, and she didn't care. She actually wanted him to do just that. She felt his fingertips teasingly glide over her labia, working on the outside, pinching and pulling them softly, then pressing his palm right into them.

"I've found that I can't be afraid to touch... every... part of my client's body."

Vanessa was breathing deeply. She couldn't believe how excited she was getting. Her pussy was tingling and swelling and she could feel her nipples getting so hard pressed against the table. She was starting to wonder if she made a mistake in getting this massage.

"And your body is so very nice," Vince continued softly. "So perfect for... touching." His hands moved up her back and she could feel him kiss her shoulder. "When I give a massage, I especially like to hit all the... sensitive... areas," he whispered in her ear.

Vanessa shivered as his breath felt so good against her ear. She was shaking she was so excited. "I can see how that could be... relaxing," she panted. "I'm just not sure this is... ok... you know... for a client."

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah, it does. But... um..."

"And our clients come in here to feel good?"

"Mmhmm."

"We want to give them what they want, don't we?"

"Yesss," she moaned softly. She felt a fire building up inside her body giving her a burning need. Her clit was absolutely throbbing.

"Do you want me to stop?" Vince asked.

"No... no, please," she said quickly. "Don't stop." She was feeling much too good to stop at this point.

Vince pulled the towel away and poured some oil on her ass, letting it run down the crack, over her asshole and pussy. Then he followed it with his hand, rubbing it in. She trembled as she felt his finger slowly circle her asshole, scared of what he might do, but excited that he might actually do it.

"What do you want, Vanessa?" he asked, teasingly. "What would make you feel more relaxed, more... satisfied?"

"Please... put your fingers inside me," she begged softly. She couldn't believe she said that! It just came out.

"In your ass?" Vince asked, obviously amused.

"In... in my pussy. Please!" she begged.

She felt Vince's fingers moved lower, his finger penetrating her pussy, then slowly fingering her.

"Every touch is bringing you closer and closer to the ultimate relaxation," he whispered, sliding one finger, then two, deep inside her making her tremble, making her pussy so wet and needy.

Then he suddenly pulled them away and she was left wanting. "Why don't you go ahead and flip over," he said, casually.

She was panting hard as she turned over, one hand trying to cover her breasts, but failing miserably. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive that even her own hand touching them was giving her excited tingles in her pussy.

Vince smiled knowingly as he slowly drizzled the oil on her upper body, tits, down each thigh, then directly onto her bush. He idly wondered what the SlutCandle did to his clients. How did it feel to be so horny, so needy?

"Oh wow," she moaned, feeling the oil sliding over her clit and pussy again. Her head was spinning she was getting so excited. That scent... it was everywhere now. She smelled it before, just yesterday. It was so fragrant, so... delicious. She couldn't get enough of it and breathed it in deeply.

Vince slowly massaged her breasts, squeezing them and pulling them. Her nipples were on fire and more sensitive than she'd ever felt before.

"Your breasts are really nice," he said softly, working his hands all over them. He circled each nipple, teasingly, with the tips of his fingers, making her moan. Then he pinched her nipples between his fingers and she almost yelled.

"Oh! Yes!"

"Are your breasts sensitive, Vanessa?" he asked. "Do you need more attention paid to them?"

"Yesss," she moaned.

"Your full breasts? Or... your nipples?"

"My nipples are so sensitive," she moaned.

"What do you want me to do to your nipples, then?"

"Suck on them... please!" she begged.

"Are you sure?" he smiled. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or make you do anything you don't want to do."

"God, please!" she moaned, opening her eyes wide, pleading him. "Please!"

"Feed them to me," Vince said, letting her breasts go and bending over. Vanessa could feel his hot breath on her skin as she grabbed her breasts and guided her nipple right to his lips. Vince sucked on one, his tongue swirling over and around it as he licked it. Then he moved to the other.

"Oh fuck!" Vanessa panted, barely able to keep her eyes open to watch him.

He stood and worked his hands down to her abdomen and let his fingers glide through her pubic hair, playing with her well trimmed little bush. His fingers played with the hair, tugging it slightly as she rolled her hips, wanting more.

His hands slid down the front of her legs and back up again, spreading the oil and giving a light squeeze to her muscles. When his hands came up, he slid them through her pussy, teasingly at first, then circled her clit with two fingers, bringing her quickly to the edge of an orgasm. Her body was trembling, her legs tight, her feet pointed as she got so close to cumming.

She grabbed his hand, but wasn't sure if she wanted to pull it away or hold it in place.

"If you don't keep your hands beside your body, I'll end the massage now and leave you like this," Vince said sternly. "And I'm sure you need... release... pretty badly."

Vanessa was shaking as she put her hands on the table beside herself. He was right. She needed to cum badly. She couldn't let him stop. Not when she was so fucking close. Her body had never felt this alive before. Every nerve was firing making her body one big erogenous zone.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes... don't stop!" she panted. "Don't stop!"

Suddenly his hands stopped circling her clit and he brought his finger to her lips. Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around it, tasting herself for the first time. When he pulled his finger free, he kissed her, then stood and moved down the table to her legs.

He held each leg in turn, bending it and pulling the knee out to the side, opening her pussy to him. She slowly writhed on the table, wanting him to continue, wanting an orgasm. Needing to orgasm!

"I've found it enhances the client's experience even more if I use more than just my hands," he whispered.

"Would you like more than my hands on you?" he asked, teasingly. "Like, maybe... my tongue?" He licked his lips, giving her something to think about.

Vanessa closed her eyes, her body shaking. She didn't know how far she should go but she was having a lot of trouble thinking. Her body was doing the thinking for her. "Yeah... I want your tongue," she panted.

He smiled, then bent forward and slowly licked the length of her pussy.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" she panted loudly, sounding desperate. No man she'd ever been with, even her husband, had ever made her feel like this. Her body was on fire and Vince's tongue was teasing her clit so perfectly. Through half-open eyes she watched him, fearing that if she opened them fully the spell would be broken.

He took a moment to take off his tossing it aside, then quickly started working her clit again. She was moaning loudly with each breath as he took her to the edge of her orgasm again, licking her pussy, driving his tongue deep between her labia, and sucking on her clit.

Vanessa couldn't help herself and used her hands to grab and squeeze her own breasts, tugging on her nipples. "Yeah... fuck... oh my God... that feels incredible. You are so good at that." His tongue seemed to move faster, his mouth sucking harder, driving her so close. "Oh... fuck... Oh my God!"

Then she felt his fingers pushing inside her as he started fingering her rapidly while licking her clit. He watched her, their eyes locking for a moment.

"Yeah, yeah! Fuck me with your fingers. Oh my God... fuck!" she yelled as she felt her body pushing over the edge. "That's gonna make me cum... that's gonna make me cum! Yessssss!" she screamed as she came. It was the most intense orgasm that she'd ever had and she just knew that it wouldn't be the last today.

"Do you see the difference when I use my entire body?" Vince asked, pulling his fingers free from her hungry pussy and licking them slowly.

"Yes," Vanessa panted, her body relaxing a little from her orgasm, but she could feel that it wanted more... it needed more. "Your... technique... is incredible."

"I'd like to use another body part, too. Something... even better." He stood and unfastened his pants. Vanessa watched intently as he slid them down and off, tossing them aside with his shirt. He grabbed her legs and turned her slightly on the table.

"Do you want this technique, too?" he asked.

Vanessa looked at him barely even thinking any more. All she could see was his hard cock, so close to her pussy, so ready to plunge inside her and massage her insides, too.

"Yes!" she said quickly, nodding rapidly. "Oh God! Fuck me! Give me more!"

He hooked his hands under her knees to hold her in place and immediately slid his cock into her overheated pussy.

"Oh... God yes," Vanessa moaned. His cock felt so good... so perfect, sliding so deep inside her.

"Doesn't that feel nice?"

"Yes!" she panted. "Feels... so... good."

He started to slowly push in and out of her, holding her legs tightly for additional leverage. "Nice and slow... so you can feel everything."

"Yes, yes," she panted. "Fuck! Yeah... that's good. Yes... right there!"

Slowly and deliberately he slid in and out of her. Her legs were shaking, her head turning from side to side as pleasure roared through her body. He loved when his clients got like this... so needy that they would do anything to cum again and again. As long as that candle burned, as long as the scent was in the air, they were addicted to him. He had all the power.

"Since you spied on me, I have another idea," he said smiling as he pulled his cock from her. "Turn over."

She looked at him, confused and desperate. "Oh fuck, but I'm so close!"

"Good. Remember that feeling. Remember how much you need to cum but can't unless I let you. Now, turn over," he repeated.

Vanessa had no idea what was going on, but she did just as he ordered. She turned over so that she was bent over the bed, her chest and stomach on the table, her feet dropping to the floor.

"Go ahead and reach back. Spread your ass cheeks for me. Time for me to give you some special attention." As Vanessa held her ass cheeks spread, Vince drizzled a little oil on her ass again, letting it run down the crack, then followed it's path with his finger. He stopped at her asshole again, slowly circling it.

"Oh God... that's... that's so... different," she said, a little scared. "I've... I've never done this."

"Are you ready for your first time?" Vince asked.

"Oh God, I guess... yes," she said, hesitating a little. "Please!"

He grabbed her leg and lifted it up until it rest on the table, spreading her open.

"Oh my God," she moaned softly.

Vince grabbed his shaft and pressed the head against her asshole, teasing her. He slowly pressed forward as she squirmed and held her breath. 'Yeah, she's gonna be nice and tight,' he thought as he pressed harder, the head popping inside. Slowly he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

"Yes... oh... fuck... so fucking big!" she panted.

"God your ass is tight."

She grew more and more excited as he slowly fucked her, driving all the way in before pulling out once again.

"God! Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop please!" she begged.

He grabbed her hips firmly and slammed into her ass several times to fully show her he was in control and her knees almost buckled, but the table held her in place. He quickly formed a regular rhythm, driving into her over and over.

"Fuck!" he grunted. "That feels so fucking good."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she panted. "God yes!"

"God, you're so tight. I'm gonna cum soon," he said, grabbing her hair from behind and pulling her head up. "I'm gonna dump deep inside your ass."

"Please... please cum in me... please!" she begged. "I want to feel it."

"Fuck!" he panted. "So... fucking... tight." He came inside her ass, a feeling she'd never had before. Vanessa closed her eyes, a small orgasm erupting from her as well.