Toj

by Tre Angel

  One afternoon whilst with Brenda – don’t even ask where we were with my cock tickling her tonsils – but as you already know with Brenda the word privacy isn’t in her vocabulary, it’s OK we got away with it … just! Anyway, as I was saying, I was with Brenda and I commented on her nice nails, she has lovely hands but this day her nails and been manicured, she told me she was going for a promotion interview, blah, blah … I wasn’t really listening that much as I had just come in her mouth and was looking forward to getting home to see my team who were live on the telly. But, she also mentioned she had a massage too, that got my attention.

  “Massage?” I said.

  “Yes, I try and fit one in when I can, nice and relaxing” she said.

  “I’m looking for a massage”

  “I’m sure you are Toj!”

  “No, really, the girl at the place I usually go to has left”

  “Well I go to the place in West Street, it’s on the corner down by the Post Office do you know it?”

  “Yes, I know it”

  “I’ve got their number on my phone, hang on … here it is … when you call ask if Siobhan is available, she’s very good … no funny stuff though as I go there and I don’t want you spoiling things for me … promise?”

  “Goes without saying … has she got big tits?”

  “Stop pissing about Toj, if you can’t be sensible I won’t give you the number”

  “I’m only kidding”

  Brenda gave me the number and left.

  About two or three weeks past and my back was starting to get very tense and I realised I hadn’t had a massage recently, aahhh … Brenda gave me that number … where is it … here it is … I called it and made an appointment for the next day at 5pm with Siobhan as Brenda suggested. It was after the last appointment of the day and Siobhan only fitted me in last thing because I was a friend of Brenda.

  I arrived sharp the next day at the salon at 5pm as Siobhan was doing me a favour, all the other staff was just leaving.

  “You’re Toj”

  “Yes”

  “I’m Siobhan”

  “Are you sure this is OK? it looks like you’re closing” I said.

  “It’s fine, it’s my business and I often stay later, it’s the only time I get to catch up with the books and other boring stuff, take a seat I’ll be with you in a minute” she said.

  I sat down and picked up a mag … it was one of those posh country estates type magazines. As always I started flicking through from the back page first (it’s a mans thing, we religiously go straight to the back page of the daily newspaper – it’s where the football is of course – I have been known to read parts of the other sections of the paper – well page 3, that’s near the front … ‘innit!). At the back of this particular magazine was the property section, not just your regular property section, there was nothing less than a million, one was 3.4 million. Fuck me – I thought – look at these places, all in full glossy colour and look at some of the cars parked outside them, now I know why Mel puts up with little willy! What would it be like to live in a place like that, at that moment Siobhan called me into her massage room.

  “Just pop your shirt off and get yourself comfortable on the bench, I’ll be back in a minute or so” Siobhan said.

  The room was dimly lit, there were scented candles burning and soft relaxing music was playing in the background. Although Sarah, my previous massager was good, this room was much more soothing … I was really impressed. I heard a gentle tap on the door.

  “Are you OK?” Siobhan said through the door.

  “Yes, OK” I replied.

  Siobhan entered the room. I had purposely tried not to pay too much attention to Siobhan when I got to the salon, I could see she was beautiful when I spoke to her but that was it … OK, that’s bollocks … I did give her the once over and she was very tasty, the white jacket thing they wear was very tight, she was tanned and the jacket was short, very short!

  “Just get yourself nice and relaxed” she said.

  As I lay face down I could smell the fragrance of the oil and then that fucking amazing feeling of her hands moving over my back. With Sarah I never, ever got horny. I suppose I had seen her so many times and it just wasn’t something I ever felt with her, but with Siobhan I was instantly horny, not a good idea when your full weight is on your cock as you lay face down on the bench. Boy was I getting hard.

  Not a word was said for a good ten minutes, just the relaxing music and the incredible sensation of Siobhan moving her hands all over my back … oh, and of course my cock trying to force its way through the bench.

  “Is that OK?” She said softly.

  “Very nice” I replied.

  “You have quite a few knots in your back” she said.

  “Yes, I drive a bus and my back gets very tense”

  “I’ll work on them for you, just let me know if it’s too much though”

  “Don’t worry, just keep doing what you’re doing it’s really nice” I said.

  “So, how do you know Brenda?” she asked.

  “Oh, she arrested me once for mooning out of the bus window” I said.

  “Really?”

  “No, not really, just kidding, we’re just good friends, she’s given me my orders, I must not be cheeky and I mustn’t ask for extras” I said as my cock was now in complete control of my senses.

  She laughed and I could feel her soft breath on my back

  “You’re very cheeky aren’t you” she said.

  “Sorry”

  “It’s OK; I like a man with a good sense of humour”

  With that Siobhan carried on giving me a truly sensitive massage combined with the music and the sweet smell of the oil it was fucking horny. At the end she just ran her fingers down my back softly and finished by pressing gently at the bottom of my spine.

  “There you are, just lay there and relax, take as long as you like, I’ll be outside”

  “Thank you, it was lovely”

  “My pleasure”

  Siobhan left the room and I lay there for what I thought was about five or ten minutes, but I must have fallen asleep.

  “Is everything OK” she said gently touching my back.

  “Oh, I’m really sorry I must have dozed off, that’s your fault of course, the massage was the best I have ever had, and I feel so relaxed”

  I turned over to get up and as I did Siobhan noticed my cock which was now soft but laying across my leg under my trousers. I looked at her as she was looking at it. I then looked down at it and we both looked up at each other. Within seconds it started to get hard. We both looked down at it again and both looked up at each other. You know me, never one to miss an opportunity; a cheeky comment might be useful here I thought. I looked back down at my cock and said.

  “He thought the massage was good too!”

  “Yes, I can see that” said Siobhan in her sweet soft voice.

  That reply from Siobhan just aroused me even more and now it was really hard.

  “So, Brenda said you must not ask for extras” she said.

  “She did, but …”

  Before I could finish what I was saying Siobhan started to undo my trouser top button and unzip my fly. She reached in and with those soft perfect hands pulled my cock out. She instantly bent over and put my cock in her mouth (its funny how the first thing birds want to do when they get your cock out is put it straight in their gob!). Not a word was uttered. The light was still dim, the relaxing music was still playing and the candles were still sending out a beautiful fragrance … and Siobhan was sucking my cock and as she was she was popping the bottom stud on her tight white jacket. She lifted her lips off my cock and started kissing me whilst she removed her knickers. She then got on the bench on top of me and lifted her pussy onto my mouth. I was totally pinned to the bench by her beautifully shaped and tanned legs. Now most guys think women love the end of a mans tongue to furiously flick their love button but it’s not the case, the secret to giving the perfec
t oral sensation to a women is to gently lick it like you’re licking an ice cream, you try it next time she’ll love it and come much quicker … promise! Siobhan loved it … she came quick then moved her body down towards my huge cock. She lifted herself up and eased her pussy onto my cock. Now guys the next place you can make them come which they love is about an inch inside them, don’t put your cock right in just fuck her with the end of your cock … you can make them come two or three times doing this … then push it all in and fuck them … I’m telling you they’ll absolutely love it! With Siobhan I held her above my cock so she didn’t sit right onto it, just fucking her with the end of my cock, she wanted to take it all but I wanted her to come again, she did twice more then I let her body down and she fucked me … she moved her hips backwards and forwards getting faster and faster … with the sensation of the room and being fucked by Siobhan I could feel my come ready to go … and it did … fucking lovely!

  As I was leaving I noticed the magazine I was browsing earlier so I picked it up and took it with me … it got me thinking.

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  ELIZABETH

  Elizabeth is very sophisticated, smart dark business suit with the top button of her white blouse undone so that you just see the top of her cleavage (have I spelt that right?). A very attractive lady with legs that … let’s just say she’s very nice because this is not about shagging Elizabeth.

  Elizabeth is an Estate Agent that deals in big mahoosive houses; we’re talking £500K+, swimming pools, big drives and all the other fantastic luxuries that come with owning a gaff like that.

  The reason I am with Elizabeth today is I have booked some viewings on these places. I’m dressed in my best whistle, shiny shoes, smart tie (with a Windsor knot of course, those other knots are crap in comparison, always have a Windsor knot on your tie and if you don’t know how to tie one … find out!). I’ve convinced Elizabeth I am in a position to purchase one of these flash houses and she has three or four lined up for me to see. What’s this all about you may ask, well I’ve decided to move up in the world, now I don’t have a pot to piss in but I intend to find out how the other half gets so much fucking money. I’m not blessed with being a great footballer Like Mel’s little willy fella but there are other ways to make a lot of money and I’m gonna find out.

  I spent all afternoon with Elizabeth, for a posh bird she has a great sense of humour, not at all up her own arse … I liked her! She showed me around some incredible houses and as the time passed I became increasingly obsessed with having one but £500K+, one was £850K, these were all a tad out of my reach, but nevertheless I was on a mission. We finished viewing about 6 o’clock; I thanked Elizabeth and said I would be in touch.

  The next day whilst driving the bus I couldn’t stop thinking about those mega pads, this made a big change for me as I’m usually thinking of tits and pussys whilst on route. I’m thinking I don’t want a fucking great mortgage I can’t afford, what I want is to be able to buy with cash. How the fuck am I gonna do that I thought, am I being a little bit crazy here, how am I going to find £500,000 to buy one of these … it didn’t stop me thinking about it all day though.

  As the days past I wasn’t thinking about the houses so much but about how to get the money. Let’s see – I thought - £500,000 is like taking £1000 off of 500 people, it doesn’t seem so much when you think of it like that. Then I thought about taking (when I say taking I don’t mean robbing or stealing, I mean a bone fide method), anyway as I was saying, taking £1000 off of one person and repeating it 500 times, not from the same person of course … you get what I’m trying to say. Or, £500 off of 1000 people. I remember Claire’s sister (you don’t know Claire, I don’t see her anymore she’s living in Aussy now), well her sister was one of these sales types and often tried to get me to buy stuff from her, I never did, but she was very good at what she did, always getting promoted and always winning stuff as top salesman (sorry, sales person – fucking PC crap!). She always used to say ‘by the inch it’s a cinch, by the yard it’s hard’. I never knew what the fuck she was talking about, it just sounded dirty to me, but I now realise she was saying to break these things down into little bits. If you look at the huge mountain there is to climb it just seems impossible, but if you look at it in small bite size bits it all seems more achievable … thanks Claire’s sister, can’t remember her name.

  OK, so my first objective (whoa! … listen to me with me all the sales waffle!), is to make either £1000 off of one person or £500 off of one person. I don’t think you need to be a rocket scientist to work out the £1000 is the best option as I need to find fewer people (hope you’re keeping up with this, don’t panic I’m going to tell you about Rachael soon in case you’re getting withdrawal symptoms). So, £1000 off of 500 people it is then!

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  RACHAEL

  Rachael is a friend of Claire (Claire’s the one that moved to Aussy, remember).

  Before I tell you about Rachael I need to just briefly tell you I spent hours and hours and hours trying to find a solution to my £500K problem, I had decided to make £1000 off of one person then repeat it 500 times, (Claire’s sister used to say we don’t have problems, we have challenges … well it sounded like a fucking problem to me). The result of all of this is that after racking my brains for what seemed like forever I got completely pissed off with the idea of loads of money and a big fucking house. My thoughts were, I’ve got a nice flat, a big cock and I get laid regularly by gorgeous birds … fuck the money and the house … who needs loads of money anyway, money doesn’t guarantee happiness (actually that’s always quoted by people that don’t have any – another snippit of wisdom by Claire’s sister – she’s right though I suppose!).

  I only see Rachael once in a blue moon, she’s a trolley dolly with one of the big airlines … cracking looking bird and loves being fucked. I do pull some great looking birds don’t I! I also believe it’s not just about my cock, they all seem to love the cheeky funny cocky side of me too … trust me … make a bird laugh and you’ll fuck her many times … fact! Be a twat, even if you’re a super model look alike and you might fuck her once … women don’t look for the things we think they look for … they are attracted to us mere men for reasons that have zero to do with what we believe they want … so guys you don’t need a huge cock, what you need is a huge personality … learn to make ‘em laugh … lick ‘em like an ice cream … and fuck ‘em with the end of your cock!

  Of course if you’ve got a fucking massive cock then the girls will be very curious but to keep fucking them they will need to have fun with you too! By the way … they hate wussys!

  The reason I am telling you this is because Claire didn’t line me up with Rachael in the usual way, I just met Rachael at Claire’s leaving party before Claire left for Australia. Although I was fucking Claire on a regular basis her husband never got wind of it, Claire told him I was a work colleague and he believed her, I avoided him as much as possible at the party in case he asked me any awkward questions about Claire’s work, it wasn’t hard to keep my distance from him as the party was rammed with people. Claire is very popular.

  So, how did I get to fuck Rachael?

  Well, I was chatting with Claire at the party about this and that and Rachael came over.

  “I’m really going to miss you” Rachael said to Claire.

  “I’m going to miss you too” Claire replied.

  “Oh, sorry, this is Toj a friend from work” Claire said to Rachael.

  “Hello” Rachael said to me.

  “Hello, nice to meet you” I replied.

  At that point Claire was dragged away by her husband for something or other which left me with Rachael.

  “You’re obviously very good friends with Claire” I said.

  “Yes, we go back a long way, school friends” Rachael replied.

  Rachael is beautiful … just stunning and I really wanted to keep this conversation going as long as possible. I had to work hard at this one as Rachael had
no idea who I was. I kept eye contact with her all the time which shows confidence and we chatted for about ten minutes, she told me about her job and so on and I made her laugh a couple of times with my usual wit, it worked … of course. I then decided to step it up.

  “You are very beautiful Rachael and whatever that perfume is you’re wearing smells absolutely gorgeous, but I bet all the boys tell you that”

  “Well thank you and actually no they don’t all tell me”

  “You’re pulling my leg” I replied.

  “No I’m not, I don’t actually get approached as often as I would like” she replied.

  “Really? That surprises me”

  “Well it’s true and the one’s that do try chatting me up come out with so much bullshit it really puts you off”

  “Well I’ll try and keep the BS down to a minimum” I replied.

  Rachael laughed (good sign!). I then said,

  “So … where are you taking me on our first date then?”

  “That’s very forward of you, we’ve only just met” said Rachael.

  “Well it’s been a good twenty minutes” I replied.

  “As long as that – my how time flies” Rachael replied.

  Ah ha … a sense of humour … excellent …

  “So … where are you taking me then?’ I said.

  “Where would you like to go?” she answered.

  Oh, yes … here we go …

  “I thought you could take me out for dinner then back to your place, skip the sex and go straight to the fag!” I said.

  Rachael laughed again!

  “You do make me laugh” she said.

  That’s the idea I thought. Rachael then called Claire over to her.

  “Your friend Toj has just asked me out on a date” she said to Claire in front of me.