"Why?"
"Because it's fun?" he offered.
"Getting spanked is fun?"
"In a way," he said. "I mean, it hurts, but you're doing it for a reason. It hurts more when I disappoint you."
"So, if I wanted to watch you get gang raped by bikers, you'd do it?"
"As your slave, yes."
"What about as Derrick?"
"Sorry, I don't roll that way," he laughed.
"But you sucked cock for me."
"No, for Mistress, though you're hot enough I would probably do it for you, too."
"Really?"
"Probably not," he admitted. "Maybe. I don't know."
She wiggled against him. "This okay?"
"It's hot as hell, but I'm okay."
"Can you kiss me? I mean, as Derrick. Can you just kiss me?"
Leaning forward, he did. He wasn't sure what she expected, so he kissed her as he would any lover. As their kiss lingered, he slipping his tongue inside her mouth and enjoyed the moment. "Like that?"
"Yeah, that was nice."
He had felt her pussy contract during their kiss. Without being asked, he kissed her again. As before, she squirmed and her pussy contracted.
"I had a girlfriend once who told me every woman should have at least one fling with an older man."
"Is it weird?"
"No, it's good. She was right. Older guys are better."
"Older guys are suckers for a pretty face."
"Just face?" she asked and they both laughed.
"Well, face and other things," he said, caressing her long, fat nipples. When she leaned backwards, arching her back, he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her nipples.
"Don't stop," she said, raising up to kiss him before leaning back to offer him her chest again. Derrick didn't. He sucked at her tits as he would if she were his girlfriend. He caressed her tiny ass, groping the firm flesh of her butt. When she squirmed, he moved his hands to her hips. Guiding her up and down, they kissed and fucked. Unlike the young men she had fucked earlier that night, Derrick took his time. He gave to her with passion, taking her as he would have done with one of the fitness bunnies at the health club if given the chance. He wasn't surprised when she came nor did he stop. He brought her off a second time, finding his peak of pleasure with her.
"Damn, Derrick" she said, hugging him. "You're good."
"So are you," he said, holding her until their breathing returned to normal.
"Is it okay if I take a shower?"
"Sure," he said, letting go of her.
"You could wash my back if you want."
Washed and dried, she held his hand as she led the way back to the living room. "We're still just Derrick and Terri, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good, then it's okay if I do this, right?" She pushed him to the couch and climbed back on his legs. She caressed his cock and balls until he was hard again. Smiling, she mounted him again. "I'm not drunk," she said, kissing him.
"You were earlier."
"I was tipsy," she allowed. "But not drunk."
"Interesting."
"Do you believe me when I say I'm not drunk now?"
Derrick nodded. If she was, enough time had passed for her to sober up. After they kisses again, she pulled away.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For letting me feel the difference between real Derrick and slave Derrick." She kissed him. "That makes me want this more."
"Want what?" he asked, wondering if their game had ended.
"This," she said, picking up the clothespins still sitting on the couch. She winced after clamping the first one to her right nipple. "Wow," she said, looking surprised at how much it hurt. She clamped the second one to her left nipple. She climbed off of him, picked up the paddle, and handed it to him. "Now it's your turn. Do me."
The End.
Kerela Massage
It was the spring of 2011 and I was working with the franchise division of a company. I often had to travel for my job, even to remote places. I would be there for a day or two at the max, with little time to take in the sights and sounds.
The incident occurred when I was on one such visit, to a scenic town in the north east part of India.
I had finished my discussion with the franchise partner fairly early that day. As I stepped out of the office, the chilly weather outside greeted me. I wasn't cold. In fact, I was quite enjoying the cool air and decided to take a stroll in the vicinity, enjoying the lovely weather. I had been walking for about 5 minutes or so, looking here and there with a tourist's curiosity when my eyes fell on a small board with the writing, "Ayurvedic Massage" and a directional arrow. Curious, I wandered into the narrow lane. Shortly I came upon a house with the same sign posted in its door.
A middle aged man and a young beautiful girl greeted me. The man was tall and well built, deeply tanned. He had a kind face which looked like a sage. He was wearing a shirt and a white dhoti. The girl was very fair with soft features like most people in North Eastern India. She was dressed in some traditional dress with a long skirt. The ushered me onto the small reception. I was made comfortable on a sofa where the man handed me a card with the various options for ayurvedic treatment explained in it along with the prices. I told him that I was just looking for a relaxing massage, nothing more. I was not sleeping well as I was travelling a lot.
He smiled kindly and pointed to the first option in the card which said "Rejuvenation Massage". It went on to explain that it was a massage done with hot oil and followed by a steam bath and a shower. I nodded my head in agreement. He spoke very little English, so I just pointed to the option in the card. The man smiled as he said, "Come."
I was led to a small room with a long wooden table on one side. The masseuse gestured to a clothes rack on the side. I usually took one or two massages in a month, as my schedule permitted and I was familiar with the drill. Nodding, I started to undress and hung up each item on the rack. Finally I was down to my briefs. Then he came forward. I noticed he had two pieces of cloth in his hand. Generally, in the places that I visited in the city, they have a cotton brief that one can wear. Obviously, there was no such thing here. One piece was tied to my waist like a string. The second, which was barely 4 inches in width, was to be tucked in the string on the front and back. The man tucked in the cloth at my front, just above my penis and then rapidly pulled down my briefs. My cock was covered from view by the cloth. Then he pulled the cloth tightly and tucked it behind me, forming a sort of covering for my private parts. The thin cotton was lodged between my cheeks.
I wasn't really surprised as this was the way many small places did ayurvedic massages. I was asked to sit on a stool. He had already heated the oil. Now, he dipped his fingers in the bowl and started on the massage. First he massaged my head, then my shoulders. I have to admit, it felt really good after a tiring week of travelling and work. I just sat there and enjoyed his strong hands taking away my stress.
Finally I was asked to lie down on the table face down. I did so. My masseuse untucked the cloth at the back and exposed my ass. Then he opened the string tied to my waist. My backside was now totally bare. He started by dripping hot scented oil on my entire back, from my neck to my toes. Then he started his slow massage. He started at my feet and slowly worked his way up my thighs. At the same time, he also separated my thighs way apart. In this position, he must be able to see my balls and part of my cock as it hung there, I thought. As he was massaging the upper part of my thighs, I felt his fingers dip down way below and touch my balls with each stroke. I tried not to think too much about it but his massage was turning me on a bit. I felt my cock start to swell and grow larger.
He went higher up to my back and massaged with his experienced hands, taking away the stress from my poor back. His fingertips pressed along my spine all the way to my ass cheeks in a routine he repeated several times. He continued this for quite some time until he came down to my ass cheeks. He pressed the soft flesh there with his hands, separating them and pressing t
hem together as part of his massage. I was again getting mildly aroused from this ass play, though I knew it was a part of the routine.
Soon after, he tapped my shoulder and gestured me to turn around. "Front", he said in his limited English. Normally, the 'langoti' or the small brief I was wearing, is tied back up before the front part is massaged. Apparently, this guy was doing it quite differently here. I hesitated as I was totally nude. I turned my head and looked at him. Seeing my confusion, he smiled and said, "I massage better without cloth. Don't worry." in his broken English. I was not sure what he meant. I assumed he meant that he could massage me better without the cloth covering my private parts.
With trepidation and a bit of confusion, I turned around on the hard wooden table. My semi hard cock was exposed to his view. He didn't seem to be bothered by my penis as he reached for the bowl of hot oil and went through the same procedure. He dripped the oil from my chest to my toes and began the massage.
Strangely, I was getting more and more excited at exposing myself to this middle aged masseuse. As he massaged upwards from my toes to my calves and then my thighs, I felt myself grow harder. And when he reached my inner thighs, the sensations reached a peak and I felt myself become fully erect. I got so embarrassed that I shut my eyes. My exposed penis was standing firm in front of a middle aged man and I couldn't stop it. Suddenly his hands stopped and then I felt them move away from my thighs. I felt even worse. I thought he had stopped because of my erection. I wondered what he was going to do about this situation. My eyes were still closed when suddenly I felt a warm sensation on my crotch. I opened my eyes to see that he was dripping warm oil on and around my cock. When he saw that I was looking at him, he smiled again and said,almost like a rhetorical question, "I massage your penis, yes. Full relaxation."
He reached for my penis and began to slowly rub the hard flesh. He smoothly pulled the foreskin up and down over the enlarged head with one hand while his other hand cupped my aching tight balls. He massaged my balls with his palm as he deftly manipulated my erection to even more hardness. Then he started using both hands on my stiff pole. His hands gripped my member tightly as they moved in an upward manner over the rigid, oily shaft in tandem, starting from the root to the slick, shiny helmet. As soon as one hand was over the top, the other gripped the root and started again. He was milking my cock with his experienced and soft hands. I closed my eyes tightly as I enjoyed the immense pleasure his hands were giving me. After some time, he started to massage only my cock head. He held the foreskin back as his hands moved in a circular fashion on my oily knob. It was all getting too much for me.
I opened my eyes and gestured to him that I was about to cum. He immediately understood. He let go of my penis and gestured me to turn around again. I was a bit confused but complied wordlessly. I was again lying face down on the table; but now my pelvis was raised as reached underneath me and grabbed my cock again. He pulled on the engorged organ in a circular motion. I just lay there, ass raised as he milked my cock. His other hand nestled between my ass cheeks, sometimes massaging my balls, and sometimes massaging my asshole. Once or twice, I even felt an oil-dipped finger slip inside my ass. I was getting close to cumming as he tugged harder on my swollen shaft. I felt my balls constrict as I made a sound like a wounded animal and erupted. Spurt after spurt of my semen fell on the wooden table. My masseuse kept on jerking my rod as I emptied myself completely of a week's worth of sperm. Slowly, I came down from the high of my orgasm and lay down completely on the table. He gently turned me around and wiped my cock with a cloth.
He continued the massage for some time after that, occasionally rubbing my flaccid penis. I was completely exhausted and just lay there as his hands roamed on my naked body. When he was done, he gestured me to get up and come to the steam room. I sat there, naked in the steam room for some time and then had a relaxing hot shower. I felt invigorated. When I came out, I saw that he was standing there with a smile on his face and a towel in his hands. He proceeded to rub me dry with the towel. He dried my legs and thighs and then came up to my penis; he lifted it with his hands as he dried my private parts. Though my penis was soft, it had filled up a bit.
He rubbed it in his hand for sometime till I held up my hand as I smiled and said, "Maybe next time old man. I'm drained for now." He got up and stood by as I dressed in front of him, completely shameless now. I paid him, with a good bonus and left.
I must confess that though I am fully heterosexual, with no interest towards guys whatsoever, I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience of a man massaging me and giving me a handjob. Maybe I would come back sometime later, I thought to myself as I stepped out in the cool air and headed to my hotel.
The End.
The Bad Secretary
Linda had worked as my Personal Assistant for over a year now, I had thought myself exceptionally lucky when I first had her assigned to me and she had proved herself invaluable time and time again; not only was she bright, organised and very hard working but she had a fantastic memory for details. Within a couple of weeks of starting to work for me she had taken on a huge amount and as my job involved an insane amount of overseas travel she had made it as pleasant and hassle-free as it was possible to be.
An added bonus was she was very good looking, older than most of the PAs in the firm, she looked fantastic for her age (I had looked it up on the HR system within a couple of days of her starting, rule number one - never forget your PA's birthday!) and although nothing overtly had ever been said after casual conversations over the first few weeks her work uniform had settled down to a severe business look, with dark lipstick and high heels, I'm sure she knew how much I enjoyed the sight of her. There was some flirting of course, but all in good fun and nothing out of line, although I was pretty certain she knew I fancied her like crazy!
It hadn't taken long before Linda was running my appointments for both my business and in part my private life, helping arrange gifts etc for friend's birthdays and anniversaries while I was overseas or too tied up to put the amount of time and effort into finding the right presents. She had a copy of my personal credit card as well as the company card and was highly trusted and valued. I always made sure to compliment her, to thank her for her hard work and made sure I brought her a steady stream of small but rather expensive thank-yous.
And now stupidly early one day I was cursing her under my breath, holding a piece of paper that was to cause a great deal of trouble. I'd left a message for her to see me as soon as she arrived in the office and it wasn't long before she popped her head around my office door as usual. I told her to come in and close the door.
She could tell something was wrong, and as she sat down opposite me a glance down at my desk had shown her the paper and she looked shocked and frightened. She had used both my personal credit card and worse, the company card, to buy things that definitely were neither authorised nor approved. I had managed to catch both of them before they had gone into the accounts department and had, at some personal cost, cleared them both off for her, but I felt she had let me down badly and had lost the trust that was vital for her to continue to be my PA; I was going to have to dismiss her!
She knew what had happened, she tried to promise to replay the money back but I knew on her salary it would take quite a while, what on earth had come over her, why had she spent so recklessly, she must have known the accounts department would catch this, she had put me in a very difficult position, I had had to cover the costs myself to save her reputation but obviously there was no way she could continue in the job.
She was so upset, she was almost begging me not to fire her, pleading that it was one mistake and she would never do it again, it had been a moment of madness and she was so desperately sorry. What could I do? I wanted to be able to keep her on, she was a fantastically good PA, but if I couldn't trust her totally it would never work. I had moved to sit on the side of the desk next to her as this was a pretty personal and difficult thing I had to do, but that just brought me closer to
this desperate woman, frantic to try and wriggle her way out of this problem.
As she realised I was determined to sack her despite her begging me not to she seemed to grow calmer, and she asked me if I knew what she had spent the money on; I hadn't looked very deeply, the purchases had been at a couple of clothes shops I thought, although what she had spent that amount of money on I couldn't work out. She asked me to wait a moment while she got what she had bought and headed out of my office, she seemed to be gone for a long time and I was starting to think she had just run away when my office door and this vision of loveliness walked in!
It was Linda, but looking like nothing I had imagined! Her heels must have been over five inches high, shiny black patent pumps which she struggled to control, sheer silk stockings encased her long legs and a tight leather pencil shirt hobbled her legs together, between the heels and the skirt she could only just walk, her full heavy breasts were encased in a leather waistcoat, nothing else, her hair was piled up and she was wearing huge, gaudy drop earrings. Her lips were bright red, glossy and shining, and she had a riding crop in her hand. I was hard in a moment!
She strutted slowly across the office towards me, she looked so desirable I ached for her. As she slowly turned round in front of me, making sure I could see everything, she explained she had bought these clothes for a night out at a fetish club, she had been once before with a girlfriend to try it and had really enjoyed it, she had realised that it's what she really was into and she just had to fit in. She teased me, pushing out her heavy breasts, wriggling her arse, as she explained how much the hand made shoes had cost, how much she had paid for the bespoke pencil skirt. She started to rub herself against me, grinding her leather covered arse against my throbbing erection as she pulled my hands around so I clasped her leather clad breasts, squeezing them as she twisted in my embrace. Her mouth parted with lust as I leaned in and started to kiss her neck, nuzzling her ears and pushing my cock hard against her pert bottom.
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