Chapter 7

Frank Santon downed his drink and looked at the bartender. "That does it. I hate drinking alone," he announced.

"Why don't you go into town and get a massage?" The bartender winked.

Frank looked surprised. "This time of night?"

The bartender nodded, and handed him a card. "This is something different, Mr. Santon. You'll enjoy it."

"Really?" Santon asked.

"Sure, you never saw such beautiful girl masseuses."

"Women?" said Santon incredulously. "Sure," said the bartender. "They are the Vest"

Santon looked at the card. Veronica's Swedish Massages.

"Veronica, here I come," he laughed, getting up.

The bartender grinned. "Tell me about it when you get back, Mr. Santon."

Santon exited and did not answer.

The ride to town was peaceful. He tuned in a rock 'n' roll station and listened to the music. He felt good and the drinks relaxed him. He found Veronica's with little trouble and parked his car in front. Then he walked upstairs.

The woman who greeted him was quite attractive. She wore a white smock like nurse's aides and dental technicians wear.

"I'm Veronica," she said. She was built like a brick shithouse and she looked good to Frank.

"I came here, dear, for a massage," he said.

"Fine," she said.

"Can I have you do it?" he asked.

"I'm the owner, the girls do it," she said, siting him up. He noticed that her eyes stopped at the bulge in his crotch and she licked her lips.

Boy, he thought, look at those lips. I'd sure like them around my tool.

"It's twenty five for the Swedish massage, thirty for the Finnish," she said.

"Ill take the Finnish," he said, opening his wallet and taking out a twenty and a ten.

"That's Helga, you'll like her," Veronica grinned.

Another girl with a nice ass, also wearing a white smock, led him upstairs. He entered a room and then Helga entered. She, too, wore a white smock.

"Hi," said Helga.

"Hi," said Frank.

"Get undressed," she said candidly.

Frank was nervous with anticipation as he stripped, and then he saw Helga take the smock off and saw that she was naked underneath. She had large-nippled breasts and a flat stomach and wide fleshy hips. He was nude when she guided him to a table and then began to rub him as he lay on his stomach. It felt good. "Roll over," she said. She put oil on his stomach and then greased his semihard cock.

"Baby, you got a fine piece of meat there," she said, with a glint in her eye. She jerked it and then massaged under his ball sac. It throbbed in her hand. "We're going to groove, baby," she said.

Frank looked at the round cheeks of her behind. She smiled at him. "You look at me like you like my ass." she said.

"It's very nice," Frank admitted.

"You want to put it up there or in my pussy?" she asked him.

She took a wet cloth and rubbed the oil from his stiff cock, and then she engulfed the cock in her mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh." Frank gritted his teeth and groaned.

Frank felt his penis hardening as she sucked him. She was a skilled cocksucker. He had learned in his lifetime that cocksucking was an art. Many women who sucked did not know how to do it and hurt or scraped the penis with their teeth. Helga was good at it and her mouth was smooth as she worked it up and down the cock, while her tongue teased the hole at the top of the dick.

Helga was getting so hot that her head bobbed faster and faster on the throbbing tool. Then she let it slide out of her mouth. She led him off the massage table to a cot in the corner of the room Frank lay on his back and she loomed over him. holding his cock and guiding it to the mouth of her humid pussy as she lowered herself on it The head entered and then his whole cock slid in slowly.

"Ohhhhhhhhwwwwwweeeee," sighed Frank.

She moved and he gripped her big ass. She moved her buttocks and Frank's tool went ever deeper. Helga looked down at him, "I like a big cock," she told him, "and you have a nice one."

Frank was gasping with delight. What a massage! He felt his whole cock go into Helga and their stomachs slapped together. Their pubic hair mated. "Oh, fuck, fuck," sobbed Helga.

Frank was feeling his cock move in and out of her wet pussy. It was good. She was tight, and as he felt her smooth, velvety ass he got a great feeling of pleasure out of balling her. Her pussy felt juicy. His balls banged at her crack.

"Ohhhhhhh, I love to fuck," she cried. "Don't stop!"

Frank stiffened, not heeding her warning "Don't come yet. Come with me." He spurted in hot, lavalike jets and Helga felt it. "I feel all your hot cream," she sighed. "It feels good."

Slowly, his cock got as soft as butter and dropped out of her pussy. She got up and went into the bathroom and he heard the water running.

'That's it," she said, "unless you want to pay another ten dollars."

"For what?" asked Frank.

"I suck you off," Helga told him.

"I don't know if I can get hard again," he said frankly, looking at her.

"Ill get you hard," she promised. "You don't have to pay unless you do."

"Okay," said Frank.

She got to her knees as he sat on the cot and she kissed his prick and licked his balls, all the time handling the prick. It started to respond to her ministrations. Slowly, the cock got harder and harder.

Helga took her mouth off it. "I'm going to make it as hard as steel," she promised. Her tongue and her lips worked wonders, and when he had a hard-on she smiled at him and let his cock out of her mouth. "lie back and I'm going to give you the best suck you ever had in your life," she said. "I just feel like sucking a big cock right now."

Frank laughed to himself. How many cocks has she sucked in her life? he thought. And how many cocks has she sucked today? He lay back.

He shivered as her talented mouth worked on the sensitive penis. Her head bobbed and he reached out and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He had the urge to feel his prick actually in her mouth. He reached down and felt it, and then felt her sucking lips and took his hand away. She kept fellating him.

"That's marvelous" he sighed.

Her cocksuckng ability was phenomenal, and Frank was sure that the bartender had experienced Helga or one of the other women there, judging by his recommendation.

She kept washing his cock with her tongue, and when the cock was in her mouth she milked it with her lips. He began breathing fast.

She took her mouth off it. She looked at him. "Not yet, I want to suck you more. You were going to go off."

"Yes, yes, I was," he admitted.

She mouthed him again and he lay back like a drowsy animal, his eyes heavily lidded. She sucked him, her big tits swaying from side to side. His face was a mirror of lust and his lips were parted. "Oh, do it, please do it," he begged.

She complied, and, after fifteen minutes of skilled sucking, after stopping him from ejaculating with her mouth pressure two more times, she let him squirm and then squirt She drank his ejaculation with gusto.

"God, that was wonderful," he sobbed.

She cleaned him off with a washcloth and he paid her the ten dollars.

He kissed her. She was surprised.

"Men don't usually kiss me after I've taken their load," she said.

Helga had a strange charm that intrigued Frank.

"So that was the Finnish massage?" he grinned.

"I am Finnish," Helga said. "I'm from Helsinki. I just love sex, so I work here. It's a licensed massage parlor and I don't have to worry about getting arrested." "I see," said Frank.

He left and drove back to the bar. The bartender looked at him. "Enjoy the massage?" he laughed.

Frank nodded. "It's really something else." "I told you," he said. "What are you drinking now?"

"The same," replied Frank. "Bourbon with water back."