It All Started With a Massage - Sex Stories

It All Started With a Massage

... She told me why she was in this business when I asked her. She told me a morality Sargent had raped her at the age of 16 in a popular park in our city. So, she decided to exploit her body and save all the money she earned from the trade; her name was Sonia. So, we joined forces. At that time, she only had three girls working for her; after I interviewed them and told them the money they’d make, they joined my team. It wasn’t easy for them to have to strip before the two of us. No agency did that. Hence the poor quality of some of them. We asked all the girls if they had a friend who would qualify for our business. It didn’t take long before Sonia’s car was complete, and she didn’t have to work anymore, except for driving the girls around.

One morning, as we were calculating the revenues for the night, she felt stiff between the shoulders. I asked her if she often had these kinds of pains.

“No,” she replied. “They started a short while after I started only driving. I don’t get to lay down anymore during work hours.”

“No, ill intent, but would you like me to rub your back?” I asked.

“Would the back and the neck be too much?” she asked

“I’ll do your complete skull if you get my drift.”

She just nodded. We went to the bedroom, and I sat at the head of the bed, motioning her back onto me. I started on the top of her head. From the front to the temples, around her ears, then to the lower part, finishing at the neck.

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Sonia just nodded. Still fully clothed, we went to the bedroom, and I sat at the head of the bed, motioning her to sit between my legs, resting her back on me. I started on the top of her head, rubbing her skull from front to back, from her temples, around her ears, and then to the lower part, finishing at her neck.

I worked slowly, and as I did, I could feel my obsession rising. Now, I’m a very sexual person. My obsession with sex started when I was eight and is still strong today. Surprisingly, I only intended to relieve her tension when I began the massage. So, when my sex drive kicked in, I knew I had to fight it. She had once confessed to being raped by a police detective when she was underage, and since we were in a friendly interaction, being business partners and all, I didn’t want her to feel I was doing this to have sex with her. For the first time, I pushed aside my dark nature. I was proud of myself.

Despite our age difference, we considered ourselves friends, and I was pacing myself to the point that I drifted back to memories of things that were and things that could have been. I didn’t want to wreck our friendship and our business along with it.

I was navigating between the past and the present when I saw in my mind’s eye my ex-wife, Michelle, going down on me. I remember being dumbfounded when she turned around to present her crotch to my face. She told me to lick her clit and her vagina with my tongue. At that time, the thought of eating a woman’s pussy ...