Chapter 1
The taut muscles in Katrina's neck and shoulders relaxed almost as soon as I began kneading them. I worked the fragrant oil into her flawless, deeply tanned flesh, listening to her moan softly. If anyone had been listening, I'm sure they would have suspected it was a moan of sexual ecstasy.
If anyone had looked into the room filled with flickering candlelight, they might have thought that's what was happening. With the shades closed tightly and the lights dimmed, it might as well have been midnight instead of mid-afternoon. But as my client, Katrina had requested and paid for this very special treatment.
I aim to please.
"You have magic fingers," Katrina murmured. "Thank you," I said.
I paused in my massaging only long enough to rest the back of my hand against her body while I poured warm oil into my palm. The oil was a special blend of herbs, including mint, that Katrina had requested. Never breaking contact with her body, I turned my hand over, transferring the oil onto skin. Then I kneaded my way down her slender back, pushing the sheet away from her lower body with the back of my hand.
"Really, I mean it," she said, turning her head so that her cheek rested on the back of her hand. "The stress just seems to fly away at the end of your fingertips."
"That's what you pay me for," I reminded her.
Katrina was quiet for a while, her slow, regular breathing filling the room as she relaxed even further. I was used to these long silences with some of my patients, but not with her. Katrina had been coming to me for a massage three times a week for over a year. During that time, we had talked about most everything from money to men and had become pretty good friends. I knew she had something on her mind.
"Well, most of the stress," she said as if she'd been having a private conversation in her head all along.
"What kind of stress could you have?" I said, half-teasing. "You're rich and you're beautiful. You have everything a woman could ask for." These statements were true. Katrina was one of the richest divorcees in town.
"Almost everything," she said softly.
"What could you possibly want that you don't have?" I asked.
Moving to the end of the table, I began massaging her shapely calves, slowly working my slick hands up the back of her muscular thighs. Katrina's legs parted slightly and I thought I heard her moan again.
"A lover," she finally answered.
"Excuse me," I said, my fingers sliding to a halt. "What about.. . "
"I mean a real lover," she blurted, cutting off my question. "A man who can satisfy me. One who gives me what I really need."
Her outburst seemed to embarrass her. It had only surprised me. She had never mentioned any lack of sexual satisfaction from her many young lovers. In fact, at times, I was almost jealous of her active love life.
Neither one of us spoke again until I was ready to work on her front. "Turn over," I whispered.
When Katrina turned over, the sheet slid to the floor, revealing her beautiful body. I'd seen her naked before, but this time was different. The soft lighting only enhanced the stiff peaks of her candy-pink nipples. The honey-colored curls at the base of her belly looked damp. I could hardly take my eyes off her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she covered her breasts with her hands. It was a loving caress. "I've been like this for days. Aching for a cock." Her voice shook as she slid those long-fingered hands down her body. As they covered her mound, she gasped and her legs parted slightly.
A whiff of her musky scent reached my nose. I swallowed hard and tried not to watch the finger that disappeared between her swollen lips. My own cunt grew loose and moist at the sight.
"But it's more than a cock. I need to cum and cum and cum," she moaned, as if she were alone. Her eyes were closed and she worked the finger in and out slowly.
I had no idea Katrina felt as if she could talk and act this freely with me. Many times before, I'd had the desire to touch her in something more than a professional way, but I could not risk losing my license, ruin my career. "Are you asking me to.. . ? "
"My fingers just aren't enough," she whimpered. The green eyes that gazed at me glittered feverishly. "I'm afraid I need something only another woman can give me."
Something about that phrase triggered a memory. A friend, Pam, had given me a birthday party earlier that month. As a gag gift, she had bought me a vibrator. The note on the card said, "For those times when you fingers just aren't enough."
As I stood there watching, Katrina drew her legs up high and pushed two fingers deep into her twat. They gleamed wetly when they reappeared. My mind reeled at this sudden turn of events and my pussy responded as if it were full of fingers. But I knew that vibrator was in my bottom desk drawer as surely as I knew my own name.
"Katrina, I have something," I said, and then had to swallow again before I could finish. "Something that might help."
"I'll try anything," she groaned. She rocked her clit with her palm and humped her fingers gently.
My desk and a two-drawer file cabinet were the only pieces of furniture in the small adjoining room that I called my office. I headed in that direction on suddenly weak legs. The crotch of my panties was wet. I was surprised at my reaction to Katrina's confession. Pam had been my only female lover and Richard, my current boyfriend, took care of my sexual needs. Yet, as I reached for the box containing the vibrator, I found that more than anything, right at that moment, I wanted Katrina.
She had both hands between her legs when I returned to the semi-dark room. As I approached the end of the table, I could see her juices bubbling out around her fingers. They slid slowly down her crack to her puckered anus and puddled there. Again, the musky scent of her heat reached my nose, exciting me.
"Kat," I began, my voice little more than a whisper. "I have something that might help."
Opening her eyes, she looked at me, but her fingers never stopped moving.
"A vibrator. Someone gave it to me as a joke." I laughed softly. "I've never used it, but.. . "
"How does it work?" she asked, her voice strained and throaty. She pushed her fingers deep and held them there.
My hands were shaking as I took the flesh-colored sex toy out of the box. It was fully eight inches long and so thick my fingers barely reached around it.
"It looks almost real," she whispered, her gaze riveted on the penis-shaped object filling my hand. "What does it feel like?"
"It feels like a cock, too," I answered. Running my fingers over the bulbous knob, I curled them around the thick shaft, which was made of some sort of pliable rubber. It did indeed feel like the real thing.
"I've never used one," she said, and reached for my toy with her free hand.
"You switch it on here," I explained, showing her the switch on the bottom as I handed it over.
She flicked the switch on the bottom with her thumb and the vibrator buzzed to life.
"Rub it on your nipples," I suggested, squeezing my legs together tightly around my own aching cunt.
Katrina followed my instructions. "Ooooooh!" she moaned, moving the tip from one stiff peak to the other.
"It feels great on your clit, too," I told her, moving closer to the end of the table so I could watch.
"You do it," she said suddenly, and pushed the toy back in my direction.
The fingers that took the vibrator from her trembled with excitement.
Spreading her legs wide, Katrina parted her furry lips, offering herself to me freely. The tiny, wet bud that was her clit looked for all the world like a miniature prick. It throbbed steadily. Her sexy scent was even stronger now that I stood gazing into her liquid center.
A low groan escaped her lips when I moved the rounded end of the vibrator around and over her clit just as she had done with her nipples. The mouth of her pussy pulsed and more juices flooded out. She worked her hips up and down slowly as her groan grew louder.
"God, I think I'm going to cum!" she grunted.
I continued teasing her clit with the vibrator while pressing two fingertips just inside of her pussy. Moving the vibrator in a circular motion in one direction, I made an even smaller circle with my fingertips in the other direction.
"I am!" she panted. "I'm cumming!" Her sweaty body thrashing about wildly on the low table. Then, suddenly, she stiffened and grunted a string of obscenities. Her pussy sucked noisily on my fingers. After that, the only sound in the room was the steady buzzing of the vibrator.
I shook through a mini-cum of my own, eased the vibrator off her clit and allowed her to return to reality slowly.
"Jesus!" she hissed. "That was incredible."
Her beautiful chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. I smiled, proud that I had pleased her. Sex toys were Pam's department. I was more of a hands-on person, but, evidently, she had taught me a few things.
"Make me cum again," she whimpered, thrusting her pussy in my direction. "Put it inside of me."
"It has three speeds," I said, sounding as if I was trying to sell her a car. I had a sudden impulse to add "power steering, cruise control and anti-lock brakes," but in her condition, she wouldn't have appreciated the humor. "If I turn this dial on the bottom.. . " Instead of trying to explain, I turned the dial. The high-pitched whine turned to a deeper buzz. The vibration went up my arm to my own tingling nipples.
"Put it inside of me," she repeated, sounding impatient.
It was I who spread her furry patch this time, and then I pushed the knob against the wet mouth of her pussy. Her groan began at that moment and, as I eased it between her swollen lips, it grew louder and louder. When I withdrew slightly, her pussy clung to it greedily. And when I pushed it in again, her cunt actually sucked it deeper than before.
"God, this is so good!" she groaned. "Fuck me with it. Fuck me till I scream!"
Katrina had suddenly turned into a lust-crazed stranger and I was completely caught up in the moment. While she grunted and groaned and bucked, I fucked her pussy with the vibrator. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as I pumped it in and out, churning her juices to a bubbling froth. They gushed out of her, making the sex toy almost too slick to hold onto. She bucked through a series of small climaxes that hit her like a string of firecrackers.
"My clit," she howled. "Rub my clit."
Unable to control myself any longer, I leaned forward and captured her sensitive bud between my lips. Then I flicked it with my tongue to match the rhythm of the plastic dick pistoning in and out of her hole.
"Yeah," she grunted, placing a hand on my head. "Cumming! NOW!"
I stayed with Katrina until she'd calmed down from her second orgasm of the evening. It was obviously more intense than the first, and her recovery took much longer.
"I thought you said that fucker had three speeds," she breathed, touching my wet lips with her fingertip.
"It does," I said. Removing the vibrator from her freshly fucked pussy, I turned the dial to its furthest position. A deep, throbbing sound filled the room.
"I'll bet that feels good," she said as she stroked the damp, tangled mass of curls between her legs lovingly. "Don't you have to cum?"
I finally confessed that I was pretty turned on.
"Use the vibrator so I can watch," she said.
like I said, I had only had one female lover, so I was a little nervous taking off my clothes in front of Katrina.
"You have beautiful breasts," she said when I shrugged my bra off my shoulders and tossed it aside. "They look so firm."
Her voice was seductive, almost hypnotic, and the hungry way she looked at me chased away any nervousness I felt. All I wanted now was release in any way, shape or form. My entire body was screaming for it.
"The black hairs on your pussy look like silk," she breathed when I stepped out of my panties. "May I touch it?"
Kat was lying on her side on the table and I stepped closer so she could touch me. It was evident she had never been with another woman before. She ran her fingers through my thick bush, her touch hesitant, timid.
Suddenly, I had to have something inside of me. Reaching for the vibrator, which was still buzzing patiently, I placed it in her hand. Spreading my legs wide, I held onto her wrist and showed her exactly where to place the fat knob of the rubber dong. She pushed the end inside of my liquid center, stretching my lips wide. The vibrations seemed to spread outward from the toy, stimulating my clit, warming me all the way to my nipples and then out to the ends of my fingers. My body reached for more involuntarily.
"It smells just like my own," she said, almost to herself as she pushed the vibrator deeper, withdrew it slightly and then pushed it in again. "Hot and wet."
I bit my lip to keep quiet and held onto her wrist, showing her exactly what I wanted. She shoved the vibrator deeper this time, only worsening the itch inside my cunt.
"Fuck it," I grunted, my legs trembling so I was afraid I might fall down.
Katrina sensed what was happening. Pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy and holding it there, she slid off the table and helped me to lie down. I found myself lying on my back, my legs held high and wide while she plunged the vibrator deep into my cunt, withdrew it and pushed it in again. As my orgasm built, subsided and built again, I humped the whirring sex toy with abandon. My grunts of pleasure filled the room and I pinched my own clit to match the rhythm of her thrusts.
"Cum for me," Katrina chanted over and over. "Show me how hard you can cum."
It was the look on her face, the glittering green eyes that pushed me over the edge. The animal-like sounds coming from my lips were unfamiliar, but the waves of pleasure crashing over me were welcome and as familiar as my own name. I never wanted them to end.
They did come to an end. Katrina brought me down slowly, finally pulling the slimy wet vibrator out of me and pushing the end between my breasts. And then she leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. She pressed her chest against mine, pinning the throbbing fake dick between us. My excitement rose again and both of us were gasping for breath when the kiss ended.
"I like to be taken from behind," she said.
"I think that can be arranged," I said as I swung my legs over the edge of the table and stood up.
Katrina turned her back to me and bent over the table, spreading her legs at the same time. "It makes me feel like a whore," she explained, giving me a pouty glance over one shoulder."
One look at her splayed snatch, which was bright pink and glistening with her juices, and I knew she wasn't joking. Again, I placed the throbbing sex toy against her pussy lips. It was sucked inside even deeper than before. The sexy sound was muffled by her body and accompanied by a throaty groan from Katrina.
"Play with my ass," she moaned.
I began working the vibrator in and out, picking up a rhythm. At the same time, I squeezed her firm cheek, kneading the sweaty flesh expertly. This wasn't something I learned when I was trained to be a masseuse. This was a technique that came naturally. My rough/gentle touch brought even louder moans from Katrina and she reached for more of the vibrator.
"No," Katrina spat out the word, sounding frustrated. "Play with my ass."
It took me a few seconds to realize what she really wanted. Wetting my thumb with my mouth, I pushed it against her puckered anal opening. The change in her throaty grunts was subtle, but it told me I was doing what she wanted. I pushed the tip of my thumb just inside and worked it around in a circle.
"God, yes," Katrina breathed, her body beginning to buck out of control.
I drove my thumb even deeper, fucking her ass with the same steady rhythm that I fucked her pussy.
"Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass," she wailed, going completely wild as her orgasm overtook her.
Again, I watched her pussy sucking hard on the sex toy. But her ass clamped down on my thumb and that was what sent me reeling off into sexual oblivion.
This time, when Katrina caught her breath, I was sure she had had enough. I withdrew my thumb and then stroked her sweaty hip gently as I turned the vibrator off. Now, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing. She shuddered as I withdrew the vibrator and then collapsed onto the table, exhausted but happy.
"You can take a shower if you'd like," I said. Not for the first time, I was glad that my apartment was just upstairs.
"In a minute," she said with a smile. "I'm not sure I can walk."
I laughed, pleased with my performance. This was one client I wasn't going to lose any time soon.
"If you treat all your customers like this, you're going to be rich yourself someday," Katrina said when she paid me for my services. I noticed that she had provided me with a generous tip.
"I aim to please," I assured her, and then we scheduled her next appointment.
"I don't know if I can wait two days before I see you again," she said, squeezing my hand.
"Sure you can," I said with a wink. "Stop on the way home and buy yourself a toy."
As I watched Katrina climb into her BMW and drive away, I had the strange feeling that my business career had just taken a sudden, exciting and profitable turn.