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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi readers. This is Robin here, from Bangalore. I am a 30 year old Professional Massage Therapist who works internationally and have experiences of my own. For a start, I am writing my first experience which happened about 5 years ago, when I had just started my career, which started off my sexual fantasies and escapades on fire, with a lot of “favors” for my female clients. Please, don’t forget to leave your comments on predatorhood@gmail.com, if you have any. (NOTE: All names in this experience of mine are faked, for the sake of protecting the person’s identity and to maintain secrecy).
It was December 2005, when I received a call from a Psychiatrist friend of mine, who worked for a big hospital in the city, that a patient required a massage therapy. He gave me the number and the name. Her name was Mona, and was about 40 years of age, but didn’t look old enough for her age. She lived in one of the most posh localities in Bangalore. I called Mona’s house and she gave a quick appointment for the weekend. I was happy to get the appointment, because every call was money for me. And since that was the beginning of my career, I was damned interested to make most of it. Soon Saturday came and I went to her house. I was stunned to see the huge individual house, which occupied most of the street with high raised compound walls.
I entered the gate and knocked at the door. I waited a few minutes and finally, the door opened by Mona herself. I briefed her regarding the appointment, introduced myself and also referred the name of my referring friend, before she agreed to let me in. She quickly introduced herself and asked me to sit in the living room. I was really impressed by the plush interiors that decorated the house. She quickly came back and sat down on the sofa, opposite to me, dressed in her long covered up night gown, not revealing an inch of skin, except for her forearms and toes. I noticed that she had dark circles around her eyes and a creased forehead. I presumed that she must have gone to my friend (Psychiatrist) for treatment. I slowly asked her what her problem was, when she suddenly started shedding tears.
I felt very uncomfortable and didn’t know how to respond. She then sobbingly said, “Robin, I lost my husband about 3 years ago and have been facing a lot of problems because of which I have lost a lot of things”. To be honest, I didn’t understand a word of what she said, but still patiently listened to her. She continued, “I don’t get sleep because of so many problems. I really don’t know how to solve it. That is when Dr. (My friend-The Psychiatrist) spoke about you and told me that you could help me. Look, I have been having frequent headaches for the past few days and have not been able to cure it through any medication. I also have frequent low-back pains. Can you help me?” I quickly replied, “Yes ma’am. I definitely can. I can help you cure it once for all. It is a two hour package for this session”. She smiled at me, with a pair of tear moistened eyes and said, “Well, tell me when we could start?” I replied, “We could start right away.
Do you want to have the session in this room? Is it okay?” She wiped away her tears and asked, “Do I have to get this done regularly?” I replied promptly, “First of all, you seem to be having too much tension, which is obvious from your black circles around your eyes and your wrinkled forehead. Moreover, I would like to know, whether I have to do the massage with or without oil. Of course, the oil is a specially prepared herbal oil, which is obtained from Kerala” Mona thought about it for a few seconds and asked, “Do I have to remove my clothes or something?” creasing her eyebrows. I understood that she was feeling uncomfortable. I quickly said, “Ma’am, it is not a condition. I can only ask you to trust me. Honestly speaking, I will have to use my hands to massage your back for curing your low back pain, for a better result. Moreover, you are elder to me. It is your choice, ma’am. If you want, I can talk to my friend and ask him to suggest my female assistant to take over this session, if you are not comfortable” Mona thought for about a minute and replied, “Okay, I trust you.
But we will have the session in the hall over there and not here” showing the huge courtyard separating the Kitchen and the Living room, which was open to the sky. She went back inside for a while and came back to the courtyard. I kept my bag on the floor in the Living room and came to the courtyard. She stood there and asked, “Do you want me to lie on my back?” I replied, “Yes”. She spread a plastic mat on the floor at the centre of the courtyard with a pillow covered with plastic for her to rest her head. Then, she pulled her Night gown showing her back to me. I noticed that she was wearing a pink lace string panty and a matching lace bra. She slept on the floor showing her back to me. Honestly speaking, I was stunned to see her body. She was sexy. Her buttocks were firm and round as though it was chiseled out.
Sparse hair covered her legs and her breasts spilled out through the sides of her bra, which was even more clearly visible, when she stretched her arms above her head. My sexual urge was slowly taking over and my mouth started watering. I still controlled myself because she was known to my friend at the hospital. I slowly touched her toes and started massaging each toe in circular motion. As I progressed towards her ankle, I could feel her body temperature slowly rising. I poured more oil over her slender long legs and started spreading them uniformly till the back of her knee. I started with a kneading motion and increased the pressure in my fingers. I could feel her slowly squirming and stretching out her toes and clutching to the plastic covered pillow. I used my thumb with a bit of pressure to it and ran it along her calf muscles. That is when I kind of heard a very low soft moan and saw her butt muscles tightening.
Just to ascertain myself, I asked her, “Ma’am, are you okay? Is it paining?” She replied, “Uh…Yeah…fine” I poured more oil on her thighs and started rubbing them along it. This time, she relaxed her muscles and slowly parted her legs very slightly. Now, I started sweating. I could see a small patch of wetness in her panty between her legs and that gave me a wild hard on. I still controlled myself and continued massaging and kneading the muscles of her thigh. My wild thoughts started taking course, when I slowly pushed my thumb between her legs and started rubbing them. As I massaged on, I could feel the wetness on my fingers. For a quick moment, I removed one of my hands and smelt the fingers. Smell was musky which made me even horny. I now made up my mind to set the plan in action. I poured more oil over her panty clad buttock and asked her, “Ma’am, May I untie the string of your panty? It is getting all oily” She quickly reached for the strings and pulled it open in one go. Her glorious buttocks stood in a complete view in front of my eyes. I slowly spread the oil all around her buttocks and slowly pushed some inside the butt crack.
I massaged her buttocks and slowly allowed my fingers to rub her arse hole. That was when she started moaning a little louder. I still controlled myself and slowly started spreading the oil over her back, when she herself untied the strings of her bra. Man, she was really beautiful. Her skin was all white milky & soft which became red when I massaged her. Now, I wanted to see her completely naked all around. I quickly applied oil and massaged her near her neck and said, “Ma’am, I need to you to turn around. She had completely forgotten about the untied panty and bra lace. As she turned, my eyes were stuck to her beautiful ripe breasts, though a little sagging. Her pussy area was even more inviting. She had a dark hairy pussy, glistening with wetness in the slit. She said with her eyes closed, “Seems like my eyes are burning. Why is that?” I managed to stammer a reply, while my eyes were still devouring her beauty, “Uh…Ma’am….It is nothing….Nothing…to worry…
It is probably because of your body heat, which is trying to get out, because of my massage”. I poured oil over her stomach and started spreading it in slow circular motion. My prick was getting a raging hard-on and I also felt the slimy pre-cum already wetting my underwear and my throat was getting dry. I slowly oiled my hands and spread some on her face and gave her a thorough clean up. I could feel her heat on her forehead. Then, I got to her hands and started massaging her hands from top of her shoulders to her finger tips, while I noticed her clean shaved armpits. “Interesting”, I thought to myself, “She seems to be shaving her arm pits but not her pussy. I wish I could do it for her”. I now poured oil over her legs purposely because I wanted to get to her breasts and pussy area at the last. “Save the Best for the last”, isn’t that what they all say?
I quickly finished off with her legs and now, poured some oil over her pussy hair. The minute I did that, I could feel her squirming and her hands trying to clutch the oiled up mat. I placed my hands over her hairy pussy and slowly started massaging it using all my finger tips. I matted the pussy hair and slowly started going lower and lower. She slowly parted her legs and there it was, a pink slit covered by dense black hair with a small reddish swollen clit. My fingers felt the wetness, which had started to flow freely from the slit. I purposely did not dip my fingers in the slit and went all around it kneading and massaging it. Even though my thoughts were going haywire, my mind kept telling me not to mess up a friend’s recommended client.
I thought it better not to get involved in some mess and losing my job, rather than to take advantage of this situation. With great haste, I took off my hands from her pussy and poured oil over her breasts. I spread the oil uniformly and started massaging from the sides of the breasts. I slowly spread my hands over her breasts and started kneading the soft supple ample breasts, when her nipples started erupting up and stood up straight and hard. I realized that her toes were wrapping together and her thighs were rubbing against each other whenever I gave a hard knead on her breasts. You know, it is really tough to control your emotions in these kind of situation, when you have what you want in front of your eyes and is bound by certain conditions not to enjoy it. “Well, that is what life is all about” I thought to myself and was just about to conclude the session, when her hands caught my face and pushed it towards her hairy pussy.
I understood that she wanted me to finish what I started in her. My face was so close to her pussy hair that I could smell the muskiness and wetness in my nostrils. I used the tip of my tongue to slowly draw a line over her pussy slit. She involuntarily parted her legs wide enough to give me a clear view of her wonderful pink pussy lips. I slowly pushed the tip of my tongue inside her slit and started to lick. I continued to do for a while when I felt her hands push my head inside till I was literally smooching her pussy lips. I slowly parted her pussy hair using my hands and started digging deeper with my tongue. Her juices started flowing freely directly into my mouth. I drank it all and tongue fucked her. Soon, I could feel her body shudder and slowly relax. That was when her juices filled my mouth, which licked them all like a kid licking cone ice cream. I felt happy and sad.
I felt happy because I was atleast able to tongue fuck her and I was sad, because, I was not able to rip her pussy apart suing my mean machine. Well, I slowly stood up and went to the nearby washbasin and washed my hands, when she got up and put on her night gown. She silently went inside and came back after 10 minutes, to the Living room, where I was sitting on the same sofa. She looked at me and said, “Sorry, robin. I made you do something, which I couldn’t control myself. Your hands…..You have such wonderful hands….The way you massaged me….It just took control of me…. I am truly sorry for what happened….” Just to make sure that she was not feeling embarrassed anymore, I changed the topic, “It is ok, Ma’am. Don’t worry. Well, do you have any children?” She smiled and said, “Yes, Robin. I have a daughter, but I wish I had never given birth to her” I didn’t understand, “Sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t get you” She slowly started, “My daughter, Pooja, is about 19 years old and studies in the Girls college here.
She is a nice girl, but has got into bad company. She parties, drinks and also uses drugs….She doesn’t like me and keeps blaming me for her father’s death. I really don’t know why this is happening to me….I wish I could kill myself once for all rather than killing myself daily because of the fights with her. She usually comes home drunk or stoned”. She started crying more this time. I really felt uncomfortable and pitied for her. Soon, I said, “Don’t worry ma’am, everything will be okay. Now, I have to take leave. If I could have my payment…..” She wiped her tears and went inside. She came back and gave me 500 bucks, which was my fees and said, “Robin, please don’t reveal what happened here to anyone, Please. I reassured her that I would not let anyone else know about this and soon left. I went back home, had some grub and jacked off atleast twice before I went to sleep.
From that day on, I visited her every week to give multiple orgasms, which is continuing till date.
Hope you liked my experience. Please email me if you like it
Bye from Robin till next time.
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