The Massage Parlour Fetish

It was my first time in one of these places, I’d heard about them and what goes on inside from the fella’s at work and after so many walk pasts, I took a deep breath and ventured inside.

It was not at all what I had expected, there was a nice looking bar with a few people standing at it watching sports on a big screen tv. I actually thought I might have come to the wrong place until I saw Ian coming out of a door at the end of a hallway.

“Jimmy!” he called, I nearly died when everyone looked in my general direction.

“You came then?” he said, again in a much louder voice than was needed. Ian was a bricklayer on the site I was working on and had told me about this place a couple of weeks ago.

“Shhhh, ok.” I whispered, “No need to tell everyone!”

“Listen bud, everyone in here is here for one thing. No judgement here my friend.”

Again, everyone looked over at me and one smiled at his last comment.

“Ask for Kelly.” He said, “Honestly mate, she is something else. She will literally blow your socks off!”

With that the barman came over and asked what we were having, he was an enormous fella and looked like he wouldn’t take any bullshit from anyone. Ian bought us two pints and asked him if Kelly was free.

“She is with a client for another five minutes, give her another ten to clean the room and yes, she will be free. Does your mate want her?”

My mate nudged me in the ribs, then as he put an arm around my shoulders grinning said, “Oh yes.”

The barman smiled, “Pay her in the room for any extra treatments, cash or card it’s up to you.”

Knowing I couldn’t pay by card, I drew out a couple of hundred from my private account as I had no idea how much something like this might cost. I had hoped no more than 60 or70 pounds, but really I had no idea.

“A straight massage fifteen minute will cost you £45 mate.” Ian said, “but trust me, she will get you so worked up that you will be gagging to pay her for more.”

I needed the drink to calm my nerves and ended up getting a large brandy too, to chase it down.

“I gotta go mate, when you go into the room, she’ll get you to take off your clothes and lay face down on the bed ok, have fun.” With that Ian was gone leaving me at the bar.

The doorway he pointed to had a small lightbulb above it, it was about the size of a 50p piece and was at the end of the hallway I had first seen him appear from.

After a few minutes it turned green, “That will be £70 mate before you go in.” the man behind the bar said.

“£70! I thought it was £45?”

“£70,” he said.

£25 cover charge, what a con I thought but I handed over the notes.

“your turn mate.” The barman said, and gestured for me to head down the hallway.

My heart was beating ten to the dozen as I turned the handle of the door and walked inside.

The room was empty apart from a large white padded massage table in the middle of the room and a large easyboy type chair. A door was half open at the end of the room, I could hear the sound of water running from it and I assumed this Kelly was in there.

“Strip off completely naked and lay face down. You can drape the small white towel on the bed over your ass if you need to.” A woman’s voice called from the room. “I’ll be two minutes, just freshening up.”

I swallowed hard and looked around as I loosened my tie, “All my clothes?” I asked with a bit of a shaky voice.

I heard her laugh, “Yes please, all of them,” she called.

I folded my clothing neatly on one of the chairs and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist, it barely reached around my waist so I had to hold it closed. Padding back across the floor in bare feet, I hopped onto the table and put my head through the hole provided and waited. I waited for what seemed like an eternity and nearly chickened out, I was about to get up and grab my clothing when I heard her enter the room.

“Hi handsome.” She said, then swatted my ass as she came up and stood by the side of the bed. I made to look up but she pushed my head back down and stood beside me. I could see her small feet through the hole that I had my head in, they were lightly tanned with bright pink nail varnish, her toes wiggled as she spoke.

“Now relax,” she said in a sultry voice. “It’s your first time to us is it?”

“uh huh.” I grunted. Nodding my head as best I could as it was face down in the hole.

“You like my toes? I have just had them done this morning.”

“uh huh.” I said again, dumbly.

“Right,” she said, as I heard her rubbing her hands and warming them before dripping a small amount of oil between my shoulder blades.

I felt a cool splash, but it soon warmed up as she spread it over my shoulders and upper back. Her hands were gentle and amazingly soft, I had half expected her to have a light touch by the size of her feet, I guessed she was about a size five shoe and quite petite. I could only see her from the knees down and by that I could tell she had a slight body.

Her hands were much stronger than I thought they would be and soon she was really working my lower back making me grunt a little.

“You like that? Harder or softer?” she whispered beside my ear. It made me jump a little as I was not expecting her to be so close to my head.

“Sorry,” she laughed, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Is it ok if I lower the towel a little?”

“uh huh.” I nodded.

“So many knots,” she said, and really started to knead into the tops of my ass cheeks.

Her hands were amazing, Helen used to do this for me when we were first married. After a long day on site laying tiles on the roofs, my back sometimes felt like an elephant had made a home on it. When Helen massaged me it felt wonderful, it had been a long, long time since she had done anything like that for me.

Kelly slid the towel and exposed the top part of my buttocks, ‘not so bad’ I thought.

“Are you ok with me touching you here?” she said as her palm slid over my lower back and across my left buttock.

I took a sharp breath in and again said “uh huh.”

Her feet momentarily drifted from my sight as she dripped more oil onto me, this time into the groove of my lower spine. Her fingers dug into the muscles of my either side of my spine kneading and pushing, it felt incredible and I felt so relaxed until one of her hands slipped into the crease of my ass cheeks.

“uuhhhgg” I jumped at her intrusive touch and took a sharp intake of breath.

“You ok?” she asked, and came back up the side of my ear.

“Yes.” I breathed in a low voice.

“Just relax.” She whispered, she was not more than an inch from my ear because I could feel her hot breath in it.

Her feet appeared again at the head of the bed and those y toes were dancing as she pushed and pulled the muscles in my back. She stood at the end of the bed and reached over me, her breasts pushed into my shoulders as she slid her palms down my back. This time I was ready for her wandering hand and looked forward to its intrusion from my lower spine into the valley below.

I felt more oil being spread across the area and her wonderful soft hands squeezed and kneaded my glutes. She was reaching so far now that I thought she might even climb up onto the bed, my god this felt good and almost without any warning I felt my cock twitch.

Shit I thought, and it pulsed again. I felt it trapped under me as her fingers were slipping down the valley of my ass causing me to groan and push myself into the bed. Her fingers probed and slipped up and down the valley before she suddenly stopped.

“Right,” she said, “did John the barman mention anything about our special treatments?”

I coughed to clear my throat as it had tightened and gone slightly dry under her administrations.

“Erm, yeah. He, er, I mumbled.”

She interrupted by saying, “By treatments, I mean would you like me to go lower.”

Her hand suddenly slid back down my crack and brushed my balls before touching the base of my hardening shaft making me gasp loudly.

“Ooooooohhh god,” I gasped into the void beneath the bed.

“Is that a yes?” she asked, then rolled my balls in the palm of her slippery hand.

I was breathing heavy now and gasped, yes.

“Yes what?” she whispered into my ear before running the tip of her tongue around the edge of my lobe. I groaned again, “Yes, please, yessss.”

“Ok then.” She said with a gleeful voice,

“I assume you want…….relief?”

I could only mutter “uh huh” again as her hand slipped back over my tightening balls.

“Oh god,” she was torturing me.

The feet below were suddenly covered by a small pair of silky black panties, she had shimmied out of her pants letting them fall to the floor at her ankles.

“Raise up a bit.” She said.

Again I went to sit up.

“No, no, only the hips, just raise the hips.” She said, planting my face back into the hole.

I raised my hips from the bed to feel her slip her hand between my legs grasping my root and pulling it backwards, I was not fully hard so it pointed down fairly easily toward my feet. She reached down and took her panties into her hand before slipping them under the bed and rubbing them into my face. She smelt of sweet perfume and they were slightly wet, I inhaled deeply before she took them away.

Her fingers now travelled up and down the crack of my ass stopping now and again to tease my hole. Helen had never touched me there and it felt insane as her fingertips brushed over and over the puckered little hole. I could feel myself twitch, jump and clench at each pass and I just needed her to grab my cock and jack me off fast.

I can honestly say that assplay had never really crossed my mind at all, even when jacking off alone but now, now I found myself silently pleading with her to jab that oiled finger up there.

“How do you want to come?” She sensuously breathed into my ear.

“Hand? Mouth? ?………Ass?”

“Fuck!” I hissed.

My breathing was ragged now and I thought I might come at the slightest touch of her hand if she touched me. I was rocking into the bed trying to fuck the rubber mattress and all the time she ran her wet fingers over my balls and asshole.

“£250 you get the lot.” she breathed, “You want the whole package?”

Just then her finger penetrated me, I squeezed shut but her finger was so slippery that she went in far too easily. I felt her wiggle and her hand gripped my shaft for the first time.

“AAGGGHHHHH!” I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Well?” she whispered softly.

“My pocket.” I gasped breathlessly, “My wallet.”

Her beautiful hands left me and I heard her pad across to where I had left my clothes.

She came back to the bed, “Oh, shame,” she said, “you only have 140 and change. You have cards though?”

I wanted to fuck her so bad but I couldn’t risk using a card, she had offered me her ass though. Fuck it, I couldn’t.

“140.” I gasped, what for 140?”

“ok, shame. This cock would fit inside my ass just perfectly.” She pouted as she ran a finger bock over my length.

“Ok, 140 it is. Sit up and turn over, give me a second to get some more oil from the back.”

She skipped away into back room, before the time I had laid back down she was back holding a small bottle of lube.

She stopped dead in her tracks and I saw her mouth gape open, mine did much the same gape as hers. Kelly wasn’t Kelly, Kelly was Gail.

I was sitting naked not more than five feet with a boner pointing directly and obscenely at my wife’s best friend Gail. She in turn was stark naked and to be honest, was stunning.

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh fuck!” she replied. But she had her eyes glued to the lump of meat protruding from my open thighs.

I quickly slammed my thighs shut, “Fuck, fuck, fuck……fuck!” I was in full panic mode and did my best to cover myself. I scrambled from the bed to try to retrieve my discarded clothing,

“Jimmy, stop!” she shouted.

“Fuck, fuck!” this was Gail, and she had just had her hands on my cock! Fuck!……her finger was up my ass for fuck sake! “FUUUCCKKKK!”

I jumped out of my skin as I felt her hand touch my naked back as I tried to get my pants on.

“Jimmy, stop”

I turned to look at her, I realised she was still naked and shielded my eyes with a hand.

“It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” she said with a grin.

“Fuck Gail, it’s not funny.” I said holding my head in my hands as I sank into the chair.

“It is, a bit.” She said, with much more of a smirk on her face now.

“Fuck, please don’t tell Helen!” I pleaded. “Please, it was a mistake.”

“Shhhh.” She said and held a finger to my lips. She was till naked, she made no attempt to cover herself and squeezed between my legs as I sat in front of her.

“Gail, no, Helen.”

“Shhhh.” She said again, “our secret.”

Then she took my hand and placed it onto her breast holding it in place as her nipple hardened under my palm.

My head was in turmoil as she leant in and kissed at first my cheek, then holding my face she kissed my lips, she snuggled her naked body into my lap and her tongue snaked between my lips. I could feel the warmth of her body and mine reacted to it, her breasts crushed into my chest as her kiss got more passionate.

“Our secret.” She whispered again, as her hand snaked between or bodies.

She fondled me, bringing me back to full hardness before getting up and taking what clothes I had managed to get on, back off.

Gail sank to the floor, naked at my feet and took me into her mouth, “Oh god, oh fuck.”

Her hot mouth enveloped me and she sucked me into heaven.

I felt as guilty as fuck but it wasn’t until I got home and I saw my wife playing with the kids that what I had done hit me hard. It was bad enough that I had gone to get the services of a prostitute but I had just fucked her friend, her best friend, a friend she had known for almost all her life.

“Hi hun.” She said cheerfully, as I walked in from what she thought was work.

“Hey babe,” she kissed me, just a peck on the lips. The same lips that only an hour ago had been wanting to greedily suck the juices from her best friends wanton pussy.

“Dinner is on, steak pie, your favourite.”

Fuck, the guilt washed over me like an ocean, my face must have shown it and I had to get away. I had had a quick wash at the massage parlour, but I desperately needed to get Gails smell off, and quick. Even though I had not had full blown with her, I imagined that her smell was emanating off of me like perfume.

I dropped my gear at the front door and hightailed it upstairs, within five minutes I was standing under hot steaming water. I stood with my hands against the glass wall as my sins washed off and puddled at my feet before disappearing down the drain.

Ten minutes later and in fresh clothes we were sitting at the table eating dinner. Helen was asking how my day had gone, blah, blah, blah. To be honest I hardly heard a word until she went silent, she had her head tilted with a brow raised and was looking at me in a strange way.

“You ok Jimmy?”

I sat quietly looking at her.

“Jimmy, are you ok? You haven’t heard a word I’ve said since you came home have you?”

“Sorry, sorry, it was a hard day.” I lied.

“I was just saying, me and Gail are going shopping tomorrow down the town, is there anything you need?”

“Gail?” I coughed, catching my breath.

“Yes, she rang half an hour ago, just before you got home. Apparently she just got a promotion at work and needs a new outfit, she has asked if we could meet up in town tomorrow”

I coughed and spluttered nearly choking on my meat pie, Helen came rushing around the table and started whacking my back thinking I had a lump of steak stuck.

Shit, shit, I thought. I have to get her on the phone, and quick.

I made an excuse to visit the shops on the pretence of needed milk and parked up around the corner, Gail thought that the whole thing was hilarious while I was in a full blown meltdown.

“Jimmy, she will never know unless you tell her, are you about to tell her?”

“NO, no, of course not!”

“So.” She said. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem, the problem is you just sucked me off Gail!”

“No Jimmy, Kelly sucked you off. Gail and Kelly are two different people. Gail wouldn’t suck her best friends husband but Kelly would, and I have a feeling she will suck you again.”

I felt my cock twitch and start harden again at her last statement, shit, shit!

That night I felt I had to make it up to my wife big time, I ran her a perfumed bath with scented candles around the rim and sorted the kids for bed.

While I read them stories, she was relaxing in the bathroom. After tucking them in I asked if she wanted me to soap her up and I spent the next ten minutes washing every nook and cranny of her body, by the time I was done she was gasping. It was nice, we had not done anything like this in years.

I took a fresh warm towel from the airing cupboard and as she stepped out, I wrapped it around her padding her wet body dry. Kneeling at her feet I noticed she had on the same varnish as Gail had been wearing, I felt Helen’s hand gently touch my hair and guide me closer toward her.

Her pussy lips were just in front of my face at the opening of the towel, I couldn’t help but compare them to the ones I had seen earlier. Helens were perfect, they were very slightly open and wet with droplets of her arousal, her nub was just peeking out from its hood begging to be sucked.

She sat back onto the edge of the bath, opened her legs and pulled me in. She was not usually this forceful but tonight after all the touching in the bath, she had no qualms in showing me what she needed. For the next ten minutes I spent my time on my knees servicing her, worshiping her and trying to make up as best I could for my indiscretions of the day. I bought her to two orgasms in the bathroom before carrying her into our bedroom to make love to her. It was the most sensual night probably of our entire marriage. We both slept well until my alarm woke me the next morning.

It was Saturday, I had the weekend off and Gail was coming around today to take Helen shopping, originally they were to meet in town and now I was in a bit of a panic about seeing her.

I was having the kids all day and would probably end up and nanny and grandads for a few hours. I was dreading seeing Gail but there was no need, she acted perfectly normal and to be honest, it threw me a little.

“Gail got a clothing allowance from her boss along with the promotion love, we have over a grand to spend!” Helen said excitedly.

I had always thought Gail worked for one of the big solicitors in town, at least that’s what she had told us all these years. Now I find out the truth about her, she has for money!

“Maybe I could get a job for Helen, who knows she may have a hidden talent in my line of work?” Gail said with a smirk that only I saw.

“Wouldn’t that be great,” Helen said,

“But not just yet, the kids are too small and we agreed that I stay with them until school age, but please, keep me in mind.” She added.

I nearly died as Gail flashed me such an evil look.

I couldn’t usher them out of the door quick enough and prayed that nothing would be said while they were shopping.

About 5pm at my mums house, we were just about to have some dinner when my phone rang, it was Helen.

“Sorry love but we need some help, we are in the multi carpark in town. Gail’s car won’t start, can you be an angel and come and get us?”

Twenty minutes later, I had two excited women with dozens of carrierbags full of clothing. Gail had bought Helen a few bits out of her socalled allowance, my wife was beside herself with happiness at her purchases. They had arranged that I should drop Helen back at my mums, then go on to drop Gail off to go back to mums after. It suited me because I could have a chat with her and clear a few things up on the thirty minute drive to her house.

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