Chapter 1
"It's time for your first lesson," Brace Daniels said. "So take your clothes off." He laughed. It was a deep laugh.
Carol Thomas laughed, too. Then she said, "Go to hell," and she laughed again.
"Wrap your firm, young, dreamy, delicious body in a sheet," Brace went on easily, "and meet me in the massage room. As I said, it's lesson time."
Carol looked at him, uncertain.
"Or," Brace said quietly, "stay here on the desk. Don't learn to massage the ladies' muscles. Don't double your salary. Stay right here on the front desk for a lousy hundred a week." He grinned.
Carol went to the ladies' locker room and took off her clothes and wrapped herself in a sheet and went to the, massage room.
"Lay down," Brace said. "On that table."
"I will not. I will lie down on that table."
"This is no time for a grammar lesson. I'm going to rub your dreamy, delightful body. Right now!"
"You're going to rub the sheet," Carol said. "If you touch my body, I'll clobber you!" She stretched out on the table, face down.
"Now," Brace said, "we begin with the trapezius, that's here. Not too hard. Steady pressure, from the shoulder to the neck. See?" He massaged her, telling her how to do it's he worked his hands.
Carol sighed, and said softly, "Relaxing. Warm."
"Now-the latissimus dorsi, and then we move on down to the ridges of muscle along the spine. A slow, even pressure here. Circular motion. Nice, huh? And later, when you're lulled into a sense of false security, I'll get down to where it really counts. You'll be putty in my hands. You'll throw yourself at me with whimpering, moaning sounds. I'll seduce you, Carol. Just wait and see."
"No way," she answered. "You may put me to sleep, but you'll never seduce me. Give it up, boss. You're wasting your time."
"I'll make it, you'll see. You're a warm-blooded girl"
"I'm a chunk of Ice."
"You're warm, firm, curving, delicious. And don't tell me that I don't know about flesh. That's my specialty, remember? It's the only thing I ever concentrated on."
"I know," Carol said. "You studied female anatomy, using the touch system, and you know all about the muscles and the sex. organs and—"
"Right on, Carol, and I know something about those psychological hangups that some chicks have, too. I haven't been able to figure out yours yet, but I'm working on it."
Bruce moved his hands down to her feet. The sheet didn't reach all the way down. His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it as she noticed how his chest rose and fell almost as excitedly as her own. He had stopped talking now. She felt the flush of her own sex drive filling her body. Bruce's face was flushed, and she had no doubts about what was causing it. Even the feel of his fingers moving along her ankle and then slightly higher, caused a sudden rush of pleasure as her cunt began to get moist and swampy, the walls of her pussy dampening with the growing heat and ardor of her lust.
If Bruce realized how lie was affecting her, he said nothing.
Bruce kept massaging her ankles. "A little higher I think," she said, finally breaking the silence, hoping Bruce wouldn't stop.
But had she been able to read Bruce's thoughts at that exact moment, all her fears of disappointment would have been immediately set right. For the muscular masseur was barely able to control his growing excitement. He had only been teasing her, but now he was carried away with himself. His hands moved higher, up, up the sheet along the girl's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.
She glanced around at his crotch as he stood over her. And, sure enough, she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger. The swelling seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly.
It tented up the front of his tight jeans as she detected a slight movement behind the fly to his pants. The warmth increased and she pushed herself backwards, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and delight.
Now Carol pushed herself up on her elbows and rolled over on her back. The sheet partially covered her still. This movement didn't seem to deter Bruce from his goal.
Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his dick and then fell back against the soft padded massage table, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her just the way she wanted it to happen.
"Carol," he started to say, looking at her as she reclined on the table."
But she didn't answer him.
She waited with bated breath until it finally happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit. Bruce could not control himself.
The very sight of her lying there, her firm pear-shaped tits poking forward, the nipples distended and pressing tautly against the thin sheet, drove him mad with lust.
And when he glanced up under the sheet, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use it in any manner he desired. His fingers stole up her thighs and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.
She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer shy or diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising up the sheet until she felt it being pulled around her waist. And then Bruce moaned hotly and gasped. Opening her eyes, Carol saw him ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled and then he mumbled something under his breath and pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering cunt.
"Bruce!" she said aloud. "What are you doing?"
"I told you from the start what I was going to do." It was the first time he'd spoken since he started on her feet. "Do you want me to stop?" He looked at her, when he asked this.
"Oh, I suppose not!" she grinned, then added, "It feels so nice. Do it some more."
The way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down, moistening her crack. Her lips were pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against his hand until there was no hiding her intentions.
He stared at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening and wet with sap. Carol opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.
They would not be mysteries for long.
Carol had wondered how long it would be that she could hold out on Brace. She knew when she went to work for him that it wouldn't be too long.
She'd met him at a pool party in the back yard of one of her friends' houses. When she saw him for the first time she was stunned. Bulging muscles in the right places. Big shoulders, big arms, chest. Everything rippled and gleamed as Brace climbed out of the pool and stood under the bright sun. No fat anywhere. No bulges in the wrong places. He was all lean, hard muscle and suntan and white teeth. A streak of gray on each side of his head above the ears, and brown hair on top, not too long, not too short. Light brown eyes, almost gold, gave him a tawny look, like a big cat. Very exciting.
When they were introduced, Brace said all the right things to Carol. Very polite. But his eyes went over her body frankly, appraisingly, as if she were a side of beef that he was about to buy for his gourmet restaurant. And she guessed she looked at his body, too. It was interesting. So much muscle in those brief swimming trunks.
"You must work out in a gym," Brace said.
"No," Carol said. "A supermarket. But I get just as tired there."
"No way," Brace said. "You didn't develop the pectoralis majoris muscles by punching the keys on a cash register." He looked at her breasts. A professional look. Cool. Appraising.
"Oh, them," Carol said. "Shucks, I've always had them big ol' things."
"You should come down to my gym," Brace said. "A little work and exercise to really get you in top shape. Some time on the pulleys. Some leg extension. Some exercises to—"
"I'll try to squeeze you in," Carol said jokingly, "between the swimming, tennis, riding, the bridge club, the garden club, civic responsibilities, charity projects, and—"
"What's more important than your health?" Brace asked.
"Making a living?" Carol answered. "Food, rent, all that kinda stuff."
He laughed as Carol moved away. She asked her girl friend, "What kind of a nut is he?"
"Oh," the friend replied, "he's okay. He runs a health club and he really digs the physical culture thing. Sharp guy, though."
"He's a fanatic," Carol said. "He's not real. I Imagined him."
That was the first time she saw Brace Daniels, and she thought it wouldn't wreck her life if she never met him again. Muscles are fine, she figured, but making a career of muscles is just too much for a grown man. She did meet him again, though, at any other party. It was a clothes-on party. Dancing on a patio. Cocktails. Food. Bruce asked her to dance, and she was again reminded of the muscles. He held her close and led her through intricate steps. In dancing, as in any form of physical activity, Bruce was expert. Smooth. Coordinated.
"You haven't come to my gym," Bruce said as they danced.
"Blame it on the garden club," Carol said sarcastically. "It's been taking my time."
"We're open evenings," he said. "Saturdays, Sundays, you name it."
"Oh, there's the opera," Carol said. "Symphonies, charity balls, night clubs."
"Okay, Carol," Bruce said, 'let's not go into the daily-bread bit again. I have a reason for wanting you to come to the gym,"
"Oh, wow," she said. "Look you're entitled to try to seduce me, but do I have to build up my muscles first? You never can tell. I might be a pretty good lay just the way I am."
"That's not it. Look, maybe I have a job for you."
"A job? With these little bitty ol' muscles? No way."
"The girl I have on the front desk is going to have a baby," he said. "And pretty soon, too."
"She's leaving the gym? The sacred gym? For shame. For shame!"
"You start at a hundred a week," Bruce said. "If you like the place, I'll teach you how to give massages, and you can make twice that much."
"I get it. I rub the big, hairy he-men in the back room, and I'm on my own after hours. After theirs. After yours."
"I don't run that land of place." He spoke quietly, and there was a sudden dignity in his voice. The men instructors give massages to the men customers, and women massage the women."
"I'm sorry, Bruce," Carol said. "That was a lousy joke." The music stopped, and they stood there and looked at each other.
"Absolutely no seduction takes place in my gym," Bruce said, "except that I'll make a pass at you every couple of days." He came on with a big grin and looked down at Carol's tits.
"My land of guy," she laughed. "Don't mix business with pleasure."
A week later he telephoned Carol. He asked her to come down to his health club and take a look.
"If you like the looks of the place, Carol," he said, "we'll talk about your working for me. If you don't like it, you can walk away and forget it. You won't lose anything but the time. Okay?"
She went to the gym. Bruce Daniels' Health Club. Weights and pulleys and machines, all chrome and mirrors and linoleum floors. Steam rooms and sauna rooms and locker rooms and shower rooms and massage rooms. Fancy. It looked like money.
"A hundred a week for your work on the front desk," Bruce said. "And that's easy enough. Answering the telephone, keeping attendance records, so we can remind the customers when it's time to pay up again, and a little simple bookkeeping. You can learn it in a week. Later, if you like the idea, I'll teach you to give massages. Five bucks for a thirty-minute massage. Make your own appointments. Work as much as or as little as you want to in the massage room. Try it, Carol."
She decided to try it. She gave notice at the supermarket and went to work for Bruce Daniels. And now he was teaching 'her the massage bit after trying for two weeks.
"Bruce, what are you doing?" she was brought back to the present. "It feels so good, having you touch me there. Is it a part of the massage bit?" she grinned.
He reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements and the man felt his cock swelling heatedly inside his pants.
Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly arid flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Carol arched her pubis, pushed it toward him and clawed at the table.
She felt his tongue swooping out, diving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina.
"More. Do it more!" she kept repeating, looking down between her legs as Bruce panted and tongued her with short lapping strokes, nuzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her juices.
The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker than when she had been screwed before. When she took the job at the supermarket she'd only been out of high school two weeks, and she had been fucked exactly two times in her life, she remembered, sadly.
Now the heat was growing uncontrollable and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.
Carol had never imagined how nice it could feel.
She had never thought that a guy's tongue could work so frantically. Just the way Brace's head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his curly dark hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling muff.
He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him either.
She knew that any second it was going to happen, and she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips. "Do it!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me out, Bruce. And fuck me, fuck me!"
Bruce didn't have to be told what to do.
He stared down at the dark-pink interior of Carol's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then his nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem and he kept sucking it up into his mouth, much to their mutual delight.
And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about on the ground, starting to come.
"Feel it!" she screamed out as her orgasm consumed her and drove her wild. "Suck, suck baby. Harder, now. Oh yes, I'm coming. Oh shit it's so good, so fucking good!"
Her words amazed her as much as they amazed Bruce, She kept mewing, bucking and pitching her body toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly, sucking lips as the juice of her climax gushed down, hot and spicy.
Bruce sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking his feverish lips. The girl was begging for it and he kept eating her out, long after the last waves of pleasure had coursed through her body.
Carol lay there, exhausted, but still not totally satisfied.
She wanted more and she knew exactly what it was. Looking up at him she saw how his thick sensual lips were glistening and smeared with her come. He was unconsciously rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that she saw how the outline and bulge of his cock had swelled to what seemed to her to be monstrous proportions.
Slowly, reading his thoughts in the way he openly fondled his still hidden meat, licking his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body and her cunt in particular, Carol slowly nodded her head.
Her hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of her ripe and jutting breasts. And then she began to play with her boobs, tweaking the nipples as she kept her pussy gaping open to his view.
Bruce was panting and seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own, she knew what he wanted.
"I'm going to jack off until I come all over you," he said.
It was not exactly the way Carol had planned or dreamed of it. She had wanted him to stuff his hard cock in her and rape her, or almost rape her—if there was such a thing. But she wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry animal.
"Please," she begged. "I want it inside me."
"I like to see you beg. Do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, God, yes."
He raised up and unzipped his pants. When he had undressed, Carol looked at his stomach, just above the pubic hair. It was lean and hard. It rippled and pulsated as he got back between her legs.
Her eyes wandered from the rippling lines of muscle which fanned out over Bruce's stomach, down past the long thick cock. His thighs seemingly were as big around as her own narrow little waist.
She knew he wouldn't disappoint her.
She spread her legs as wide apart as possible, noticing how Bruce's balls swayed between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled fist which looked strangely alluring and mysterious. Thinking that his nuts held a reservoir of come, she shivered and waited for him to begin.
Brace took hold of his thick straining phallus and directed the head of his virile cock right down between the pale puffy lips of Carol's vagina.
He touched item with the head of his leaking organ and both of them shivered and convulsed at the first contact. Pushing down as Carol sucked in her breath, Brace managed to wedge the head of his cock right inside the vestibule.
She watched him and felt the pressure building up. Her cunt walls were stretched widely and the outer lips seemed to fasten themselves around the sides of Bruce's cock, holding it into place.
"Wow, baby, you're tight," he moaned as he saw how the lips of her snatch were widely distended, blocked and held open and apart by the round blood-engorged head of his prick.
Then, bracing himself with his hands outstretched, his palms flat on the table and his sneakers digging into the sheet-covered mat, the physical culturist thrust forward with his weight centered at his hips. Carol winced and as she watched, she felt more and more of the burly virile man's cock disappearing between her legs.
"Hurry," she whispered as she felt him pounding down, funneling more and more of his enormous cock into her hot vagina.
He pushed and plowed forward so that he was in her almost all the way. His balls whacked furiously against the upraised cheeks of her ass and when Carol threw her legs up around his heaving back and locked her ankles, Brace slid all the way inside, right up to the very root.
His pubic bush, so much hairier than Carol's, looked strangely salacious as it tangled with her own fleecy black curls and ringlets. As for Carol, she felt so filled, so crammed with pulsating throbbing dong, that she was unable to speak.
And when Brace began to piston his dick into her, pulling it almost all the way out before shoving forward again, she thought that she could do this forever, unable to stop the pleasure which was gradually consuming her.
Despite her initial apprehension, there was no longer any fear.
Her pussy was elastic and youthful enough to take the thickness and length of the man's giant penis. She felt Bruce's sweat against her belly, and he curled his lips back like a rutting animal as he kept at it, shoving forward and into her, again and again.
She moved with him, rocking back and forth on the ground, thrusting her hips toward his groin as he kept digging his meat into her pussy. And when she found herself experimenting, using her inner cunt muscles to nip his swiftly sliding cock shaft and hold it down inside of her, he really went insane with passion.
"Fuck," he kept saying. "Sweet tight little pussy. Oh yes, so tight. I'll come, come. Buckets of hot come, baby. Yes, feel it. I'm a man, yes? I'm man enough for you."
"Yes, yes!" she screamed out as he fell against her, his hands grabbing hold of her tits, twisting her nipples savagely, pulling on them as she felt his weight and the pressure of his cock against her body.
He kept pounding into her, playing with her tits, bending his head down to nibble them as his balls kept hitting her and she seemed to lose all track of time. And when she started to come, she urged him to join her, no longer able or even willing to hold back.
"Do it!" she whimpered, whining and panting as he lay against her, the firm muscular cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of his deep and pistoning cock strokes, "Come, baby. Oh yes, do it. Shoot, come, come inside me. Please!"
And then her words turned into incoherent ramblings as she mumbled and threw her arms around him, pressed the full length of her body against his sweaty muscular form and came as she had never come before.
The intensity of her orgasm left her speechless as she thrashed about beneath him and a great gush of oily sap flowed down the well-filled walls of her hole, coating his fast-moving dick until he too could not help himself, could not stop himself as his balls seemed to contract and his body stiffened and convulsed spasmodically.
A trickle of drool sluiced out of the corner of his lips and ran down her chest as she felt the increased throbbings of his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. And then his come gushed up like a geyser, a fountain of cream splashing hotly inside her pussy.
She felt the first thick wads of his jism splattering against her cunt like bullets, thick gushing pellets of his cream. "Come, come," he kept repeating, unable to stop shaking as his cock ejaculated like a machine gun, one blast of cream following another in rapid and seemingly endless succession.
"God, God," he moaned as he lay against her, his cock twitching and his cream pouring out until Carol felt as if she was flooded by the stuff, bathed in semen.
It trickled down along the crack between her ass cheeks, acted like a balm to soothe the flaming itching sensation she had felt when Bruce was fucking her. She had not imagined such a muscle-bound man could have so much, and she was glad that she had done this, that she had allowed Bruce to finally screw her.
She knew too that she could have a job with him for as long as she wanted. She could learn massage in a few days, and if she could make as much as he said, what more was there?
Her ambition could be realized, she decided. If she could take care of herself, then she would have the freedom she had long sought. She wouldn't have to depend on anyone.