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I had finished cleaning my room when Anita knocked on the door and said, “Referral for you.” I walked into Anita’s office and saw her standing next to a professionally dressed black woman who seemed about ten or twelve years older and two inches than me. She looked at me expectantly as Anita introduced us, “Cecilia, this is Phil; Phil, Cecilia has heard good things about you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said.

“Teresa and Linda both recommended you. I work long hours and need a good massage once a week at lunchtime. Therapeutic massage, nothing wimpy.”

“I’m trained in therapeutic massage, yes.”

“That’s what I’ve been told. How long have you been licensed?”

“Eight years. I started in college.”

Anita added, “He’s very good, and his certification was extended a year ago.”

Cecilia nodded and said, “I’m told you have an open slot right now. I’ll take it.”

I said, “I’ll get ready. Anita will bring you in soon.”

She smiled at me, her long hair curling down to her gray jacket and green silk blouse, and I smiled in return, my heart racing as I looked into her eyes, and left before I melted into the disastrous side show at amateur hour. In my room I prepared quickly, and when Anita ushered her in, I indicated the curtain in the corner and said, “I have hangers and a little shelf and towels over there. I’ll leave if you’ll feel more comfortable.”

“No, that’s fine, but no peeking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“What should I take off? Everything?”

“No, leave your panties on; take everything else off. If you’d be more comfortable, you can leave your bra on and take it off after you’re situated. Wrap a large towel around you and lie on the table on your front.”

As she undressed behind the curtain, I asked her, “Are there any parts especially sore or stiff?”

“My neck and back are like to killing me.”

“My specialty.”

“I imagine you have a lot of call for that.”

“Oh yes. Occupational hazard these days for everybody, it seems.”

“I spend most of my time on the computer either writing briefs or responding to clients who are determined to do the stupidest thing.”

“Lawyer?”

“Of course.”

“What field?”

“Company law.”

“So no trial work.”

“Thank the Lord, no. I scurry around behind the scenes protecting the flow of everyone’s money and collect some of it for myself.”

We chuckled and she came out wrapped in a long white towel fastened in a knot in front.

“Do you need me to turn away?”

She smiled, “No, no need to be so coy. It just wastes time.” She lay down and undid the towel. I pulled the towel down to her hips and said, “There’s a towel under your chest; I’ll wrap that around you when I have you turn over, so arrange it so you’ll be covered properly.”

I avoided looking at the beguiling swell of her breasts as she moved the towel into place; I was facing the occupational hazard of massaging a beautiful woman and knew not to tempt myself more than I would be in the course of work. I rubbed my hands with a little oil and began kneading her shoulders.

“They’re certainly knotted up tight,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve felt muscles this tight in months.”

“Big deal coming up.”

“Well, let’s get you healthy for it, shall we?”

“Please do.”

For the next 25 minutes I worked her muscles mercilessly, several times bringing forth little cries of pain; after the first time she said, “No, don’t lighten up. It hurts but I need it.” I paid as little attention to the sight of her body as I could, but the sight of her well-toned back and elegant neck combined with the clarion call of her flawless dark brown skin and the bulging flesh of her large breasts at her sides ensured I was fully, painfully erect and throbbing after only five minutes, but more than the arousal I had long since gotten used to was the mental upset in massaging her that I had never experienced before.

When I had finished her shoulders, neck, and arms, I covered her torso and massaged her legs. When that part of her massage was finished, I said, “Time to turn over.” I pulled the towel down to her waist and pulled the ends of the towel on the table around her and tied it closed. She lay on her back and undid the cloth, closing her eyes as I began massaging her shoulders again. With great effort of will, I concentrated on the fascinating view of the join of her neck and shoulders.

Physically she was exquisite; her belly was well toned and slightly plump, and her firm waist flared out into solid hips. I returned to her face, round and perfect to my eyes, with seductive thick lips and a pretty round nose. Shaking my head, I focused on my paid job and soon had her grunting in pain where I would rather have heard pleasure.

After 20 minutes I had finished with her torso and arms; covering them with the large towel, I embarked with trepidation upon her feet and legs. As usual, the towel covering her waist did little to conceal her crotch entirely as I worked her legs, but fortunately for my peace of mind she was wearing demure black panties that covered her entirely. She lay there at the end of the hour and said, “Okay, now that’s what I paid for.” She sat up and held the towel around her breasts as she added, “Teresa and Linda were quite right.” She probably noticed my massive erection in my shorts but steadfastly looked me in the eyes.

“I’m a bit surprised they referred me, really.”

“Why?” She seemed a little surprised herself at that.

“Masseurs don’t get that kind of love.”

She laughed, “Yes, I can see that. Men must be a bit suspect to everybody, men and women.” She thought for a second and said, “I told them I needed therapeutic massage. They both recommended you. They said you have very strong hands that never roam. That you treat all your clients respectfully, even those who aren’t white.”

I nodded, “Of course. Anything else would be repulsive.”

She smiled at that and said, “Yes.”

I said, “I’ll let you get dressed now. I’ll be back in about five minutes.”

I went to wash my hands and get a quick cup of coffee. Five minutes later I knocked on the door and she said, “I’m decent.”

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve just come back from a long vacation.” She rotated her head and stretched her muscles and said, “Next Wednesday, same time?”

“I’ll be here.”

“Then so will I.”

She left and I sat down in awe of the hour that had just passed. I knew there was no chance for me; some men can attract such women, but I had learned long before that women like her were well above my station. In any case, I had fifteen minutes before my next appointment, so I locked my door and quickly relieved myself into a handkerchief like 17-year-old me feverishly draining myself to a centerfold or, even sadder, a bikini catalogue.

The next two sessions passed much the same way. Two days after her third massage was my day off and I went to a place in the neighborhood on my way to the library. I was seated reading when I noticed Cecilia coming toward me. “Fancy meeting you here!” she said with a wide smile, and like a lovelorn fool I grinned a bit giddily and stood and said, “Well, hello!”

“May I sit with you?” She looked around the shop and added quietly, “You wouldn’t believe the pickup lines you get in a place like this. You’d think it was a dive with sawdust and stale beer on the floor.”

“Please do.”

“What are you having?”

“A latte and a bite to eat.”

“My treat.” She waved for a waitress and we ordered, and then she asked, “You have the advantage of me. I know nothing about you, while what you know about me might shock my colleagues.”

I laughed and said, “Masseur-client confidentiality. They’ll hear nothing from me.”

She chuckled and said, “Client-masseur confidentiality—they won’t know anything about your talents from me.”

“Very wise. You never know what one of the up and coming new ones fresh out of law school might do to get the goods on you.”

She laughed, “Wise beyond your years.”

“Oh, I’ve had coworkers from hell.”

“So, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?”

I tried her patience for two minutes and said, “What about you?”

She tried my patience for two minutes and then our orders arrived. She took a sip of cappuccino and said, “I told my mother I had finally found a good masseur and she said, ‘I told you that job would wear you out, Phoebe. Just take more time off. Come and visit more.’”

We chuckled and I said, “Phoebe?”

“My middle name. Momma calls me that. It was her grandmother’s name. Traditional.”

“Very traditional.”

She looked at me with sudden interest and said, “Yes. Goes way back.”

“Across the ocean.”

“That’s what I’ve heard. How do you know? It’s not common knowledge.”

“I learned it in the Peace Corps. Day name for a girl born on Friday.”

“They still use it?”

“Afiba, something like that throughout West Africa.”

She asked me about my stint and listened to me with close attention; then she asked, “So, what do you do besides massage?”

“Work on my dissertation.”

She smiled at me a little and said, “Anita said you were a student. Didn’t say much.”

“Doesn’t know much. Doubt she’d be interested. I show up four days a week right on time and give good service, which is all she wants.”

“Teresa and Linda didn’t mention it either.”

“Neither did I.”

“None of their business, huh?”

“Damn straight.”

She laughed and I smiled, and asked me about my work, and soon it was time to go for both of us. “I’ll see you next week,” she said.

“I’ll be there.”

“Good. I like reliable service.”

We smiled and went our separate ways.

The next week her massage passed in much the same way as before, though I noticed that she had taken to wearing much more seductive panties whose sheerness allowed me to see her thick hairs and the outline of her lips when I massaged her legs. I steadfastly avoided more than a glance, but it was enough to fuel my frenzied fantasies. When it ended, she said, “I’m curious, our meeting at lunch. So Friday is your day off?”

“Yes.”

“So you work Monday to Thursday?”

“Most weeks, yes.”

She smiled, “And a long weekend for drinking and dissipation?”

I laughed, “Yes, drunken parties in the university library. Librarians are wild. Get a beer in them and they actually take you back into the rare materials room and let you run your fingers along the spines of the books without Latex gloves. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to get them in trouble.”

She laughed happily and said, “At last they don’t sing bad folk music off-key.”

“That’s after the third beer.”

“Oh, good Lord no.”

“It’s what you have to put up with to get to photocopy your butt on the color copiers. That’s after the fifth beer.”

We laughed and she said, “I’ll be there again this Friday at Lou’s, if you’re not too busy. Same time. I like to know more about my contractors, you know.”

I was there at the same time and she soon joined me. As we waited for our orders we chatted about our recent business, and she said, “Your girlfriend must be overjoyed having such a talented boyfriend.”

“No, no girlfriend.”

“Well, with luck that will change. Did they like it in the past?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Did they ever visit you at work?”

“Why pay money for what they could get for free?”

She laughed, “Point taken. Did you ever get a girlfriend that way?”

“No. That just seems unprofessional.”

“When life happens, it happens.”

“But what if one of your clients…”

“Point also taken. None of my clients either. That would be highly unprofessional. Breach of professional ethics.”

“There you go.”

She smiled and added, “Though it is fun to think about sometimes.”

“True.”

“And did you have any girlfriends in Africa?”

“No.”

“You should have.”

“Too much risk of far too much trouble.”

“Granted, but young men and young women…”

“Are a volatile combination.”

She laughed and said, “All right, all right. I admire your steadfast determination. I won’t bother asking how you got through it untaken.”

We laughed and she drew me out about my tastes in things, and at one point asked, “So you’re working as a masseur to…”

“Stow some dough. Stash some cash. Shelf some pelf.” She laughed and I continued, “It’s very cheap, the semesters you dissertate. You just sign up for the process of writing and they charge you $200 or so. I’ll need money when I finish. If I finish. This is a perfect opportunity to build up some cushion.”

She nodded and asked, “So what will you do with it? Teach?”

“Hell no, I hope not. My students hated me. I don’t like teaching, so I don’t blame them either. There’s any number of good jobs that would let me use a doctorate without teaching. A museum, a library, any number of others. If I’d taken out lots of loans, that would be different, but I can do what I want when I finish.”

“But you could teach…”

“And compete against every other accredited fool in my line. And for what? The pleasure of staying in school the rest of my life? Continue to feed the beast? I’ve had enough school for one lifetime. I want to do something that feels real.”

She smiled and nodded, “Not the usual path, but it sounds perfectly feasible. I like that.”

We chatted and she told me more about herself, and too soon the lunch hour ended.

The week after that, after she undressed she sat on the table and said, “Before you start, I have a major crick right her,” indicating the right side of her neck. “Do that now; it’s driving me crazy.” I came up behind her and set to with great care, then great force, and she groaned and let the towel drop to her waist. I continued working her neck as I stared at her breasts, as large as I had dreamed and with a pleasing sag to them that called for me to support them with my hands. The skin was a rich mahogany tipped with dark brown aureolas and thick erect black nipples.

I finished massaging her neck from behind and moved to massage it from the front. She smiled and said, “I don’t think we need to stand on ceremony. You’ve shown yourself to be trustworthy so far.” I massaged her neck carefully, occasionally peeking down, and noticed at the end that her eyes were slightly open and she had a slight smile playing on her lips. When I finished, I noticed her peek down at the erection that was constant in her presence; she then looked up, smiled, and said, “Let’s get started, shall we?”

She rolled over onto her front and the massage passed as usual. When she rolled over, she left chest cloth underneath her and said, “It’s much more comfortable this way. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

I said more steadily than I believed possible, “Not in the least. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

She smiled widely and soon grunted under my massage, my hands squeezing her muscles like I wished to squeeze her breasts, and when I finished she said, “You missed a part.”

“Did I?”

“You know, that little area below the armpits and above the ribs?”

“I don’t think there’s any muscle strain there.”

“But you’d better check, hadn’t you?”

“That’s…inappropriate.”

“The client judges what is inappropriate, young man, and the client is queen, is she not? I paid for a thorough massage. Get started.”

In shock I cupped her breasts and began practicing the lesson in massage class I had never had occasion to use at work. Her soft full breasts overflowed my hands easily, and after five minutes I had settled on rubbing her nipples as she moaned and breathed heavily under my caresses. Soon I noticed her hips were circling, and with a sudden groan she squeezed her thighs tightly and fucked up into the air. I watched her body in awe as she climaxed from my fingers on her nipples, her face flushed and sweating, her body rigid, and with a sudden shock I felt the back of her hand brush against my throbbing cock. I pulled away and her hand clenched on the side of the table.

Ten seconds later she collapsed suddenly. I made the last movements of the standard sensual massage on her breast and looked into her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. That’s what I meant. Now finish up the usual job.” I covered her torso and massaged her legs as usual, and for once didn’t bother to look away when I noticed that her towel had ridden up higher on her thighs than usual. As I worked up above her knees I saw that she was fully nude this time, and she spread her thighs to let me see her thick hairs matted around her swollen, moist lips.

I was tempted to caress further up on her thighs than the law considered kosher, but the battle between my lust and her obvious invitation on the one hand and my fear of misreading the situation and breaking the law was settled for me when I remembered Anita’s warning my first day, “Remember, no funny business with the clients even if they ask. Turn down all propositions in a calm, friendly, professional manner. They might be undercover, and in any case if I find out that you said yes, you’ll get your sex all right. I’ll hold you down so you can suck my cunt for all the trouble you caused me while Bruno [our receptionist] fucks you up the ass five ways to Sunday before I cut off your balls and fire your well-reamed cream-filled ass.” (I gathered that apart from the part about “balls,” this threat was boilerplate for the masseuses as well, only one of whom had ever dared ask if she could get to do that anyway without the firing at the end.) Maintaining as much professionalism as I could muster, I finished the massage without straying into forbidden territory, and she sat up and walked nude to the corner, peeking suddenly over her corner with a smile to catch me admiring her form. She soon came out dressed, and as she put on her shoes she said quietly, “I greatly appreciate your services. You’re both talented and professional. I think for the extra services I demanded, this should cover it?” She handed me a folded bill and said, “I believe in paying handsomely for services that might be, shall we say, unacceptable to the authorities.”

I said even more quietly, “Ordinarily I’d turn it down, but that was…well, a bit risky for my tastes. I think I completely compromised my professional ethics.”

She smiled, “Then take it. Don’t feel used. Taking risks makes us grow.” She glanced down and smiled, “As you well know.” I put the bill in my pocket as she walked to the door. She suddenly looked at me as if a switch had turned and the last hour forgotten, and in a professional tone asked, “Any plans for lunch Friday?”

“No.”

“Well then. You know the time. See you.” She waved and left and I waited for a minute to lock the door and took another minute to flood my handkerchief to thoughts of filling her belly with my seed. Ten minutes and two more climaxes later, I was finally lax enough to take on my next appointment.

Two days later she came to my table and smiled at me happily. We sat and talked like new friends about nothing serious as we enjoyed each other’s company. We first argued playfully about which of the cast of the latest hit show most needed scourging with a whip, then which country song was the worst, then which state had the most artistically pleasing shape on the map. Finally, she settled up and I walked her to the corner. “Take care until next week,” she said, and we waved goodbye.

The next three weeks proceeded in much the same way, as she insisted I caress her breasts until she climaxed, then opening herself to my eyes as I massaged her legs, followed by a large tip and lunch two days later in which we chattered like magpies about delightful trivia and talk of anything that happened in the massage never arose. 

Finally, after I had caressed her breasts to climax on the last of those Wednesdays and had started on her thighs, she tried to pull my hand to her lips. I held back and she looked up at me in irritation. “Your client insists.”

“It’s a breach of every ethical code, and it’s just wrong.”

“Double the tip.”

“No.”

“I’ll go elsewhere.”

“That is your choice, but I don’t do that.” I shook my head and said quietly and significantly, “Not here, not in my workplace.” She nodded after a pause and let me finish in the usual way. After she dressed she said, “I won’t be able to meet you for lunch as usual Friday.”

“Oh?”

“Big meeting all day. I’ll need a massage that evening. You’re off, so we’ll have to make other plans.”

I smiled invitingly, “Well, you should make an appointment.”

She handed me a folded bill with a strip of white showing and said, “I just did.” She waved and left. I looked at the paper, which had her address and phone number, and underneath them the day and a time, “8:00-?” For the next two days I was on tenterhooks, and at eight sharp I rang her doorbell in the dark winter night.

She opened the door almost immediately in a short robe and said, “Do come in. Have a glass of wine before we start.”

She poured me a glass and sat before me on the couch, robe riding high on her thighs and loose enough to show most of her breasts. I asked, “How did the meeting go?”

“I’m a genius. You may worship.”

I toasted her and we clinked glasses, and we both finished quickly. She then said, “I don’t have a massage table as such, but we can make do.” She led me to her basement, which had a sauna and a solid laundry table as well as a small shower in the corner, and when she had let the robe slip to the floor and sat facing me on the table, she looked down and back up and said, “This is my workplace now. My rules. My orders.” She stared suddenly at my belt with raised eyebrows, and I quickly undressed with an eager “Yes ma’am” that made her smile beguilingly.

As I came over to her, she looked at me appraisingly and said, “As I thought, no lack in that department.” She smiled and looked up at me. “Before we start, tell me something.”

I looked at her in surprise and said, “Anything.”

“Do you get hard like that for all your clients?”

“No.”

“So why am I special?”

“You’re the most beautiful client I’ve ever had.”

She smiled, “And why is that?”

“The way you carry yourself, the way you’re an accomplished woman, it turns me on very much.”

“Are those the only reasons? Isn’t it also because have a weakness for older women and for black women?” I blinked and she continued, “In the Peace Corps, when you were right at the prime of your sexual drive, in the middle of all those women, you had no girlfriends there, correct?”

“Right.”

 “But you wanted them, didn’t you?”

“Of course.”

“So you’ve spent years eager for what you couldn’t have. So I reap what they sowed. And what you will sow, I hope.”

I looked her up and down and smiled. She added, “I love how I turn you on. Now get started.”

She turned over and for the next half-hour I massaged her back and sides and legs. She then turned over and said, “Good job. Now the front.” When I reached her breasts, she said, “I’ve watched you staring at them when you’ve caressed them. Your beautiful white hands holding them so expertly. You’re not the only one fascinated at the difference in our skin colors, you know. Suck them. I want to see that poker face of yours sucking at my breasts.”

I lowered my head to them and sucked slowly on her nipples as she sighed happily. In a few minutes her hips were circling, and she said, “My workplace, my rules. There are tense muscles you’ve never massaged. Complete your job this time, young man. I’m tired of having to complete the job by myself in my office every afternoon.”

I reached down and felt her lips drenched and fiery under my fingers. Overjoyed, I finally allowed myself to feel the sodden swollen lips she had teased me with so often. Her thighs were spread wide to open her cunt fully to me as I spread her thick outer lips to feel her inner lips and pink center. Her hips thrust upwards as I caressed her vigorously. As I pushed my fingers inside her, I said, “I’m going to massage you into exhaustion.”

“That’s what I’m paying you for. Exhaust my cunt.”

I sucked on her nipples as I thrust my fingers inside her, and soon she was fucking up hard against my hand. In three minutes her thighs clamped down hard on my hand as she went rigid, her body off the table with her weight on her shoulders, and she let loose a loud climactic wail. After thirty seconds or so she collapsed on the table and said, “Good start. Those muscles need some special massages in a moment, but I think you need relief right now.” She reached over and stroked my cock. “You’re about to burst, aren’t you?” I nodded and she pondered. “However shall we do this? I do want to watch.”

“So do I,” I said, and climbed onto the table and mounted her chest.

She pursed her lips and said, “I thought you might be that type, always staring at them.”

Scarcely hearing her, I poured oil into the valley of her breasts and held nothing back. I stared obsessively at her breasts wrapped around my cock, the pink head peeking out of the valley near her neck, and every desire I had felt for her and every dark urge to use women’s breasts to rub me off surged through me, driving me mad as I pummeled her chest. “Look at you,” she whispered, “I wondered if you’d ever lose your cool,” and I looked down at her staring in fascination at me. “You’ve wanted to fuck these beautiful black tits ever since you saw them, haven’t you?” I nodded and she smiled, “Use them. Give me that hot cum of yours.”

I stared at her chest and face as she whispered, “They’re all yours, so soft, so dark…that really turns you on, doesn’t it?” I nodded again as I got close and she smiled, “Show me how much you love my black body.” With a groan the first wave of my orgasm flooded my loins and my first spurt shot thick and hot onto her face. I stared in satisfaction and she turned her head as spurt after spurt launched onto her from between her breasts, landing on her ear, the sides of her neck, her chin, and all over her chest.

I lay there next to her and she chuckled, “I’ll bet that’s your favorite porn,” she said, “what you did to me.”

I said, “Well, yes, actually. One type.”

“It’s good porn. I like it myself. And what are the others?”

“What all else I want to do to you.”

“I like that porn too,” she giggled. “Was this the first time for you?”

“Doing that? Yes.”

“With any woman?”

“Yes. Was it your first time?”

She laughed, “Good lord, no. You must be the fifth. None of them were nearly as fascinated by it as you though.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love how my men loved it. I love it when you do it because you do my nipples at the same time. But also how you finally fell apart for me. A woman loves that, you know, a man finally giving in to her.”

I had hardened a bit again by this time and said, “I believe it’s time for the next special massage,” and licked down from her breasts to her crotch. She spread her thighs wide for me and let me explore her at my leisure, especially the delightful place where her inner lips came together with her little button hidden by the thick hairs of her mount where the tendons of her thighs beguilingly joined. I leaned in and sucked on it, and she grabbed my head and said, “Yes, right there. Do not stop. Use your fingers inside me and don’t stop sucking me there. Use your lips. Yes.” She soon tightened her thighs around my head as her hips circled wildly, and in another minute she fucked my face as she came long and hard, her cunt squeezing my fingers so tightly that I felt they’d be broken along with my poor nose.

She let me go and said, “I believe your next deep massage is in order. You have provided good services so far. Expert. Now finish me off, and don’t be rushed about it.” I sat up before her splayed-open body, her lust-filled eagle eyes watching me delight in the sight of her wanting me, and slowly moved forward until my head was nestled between her lips. I held them open as I moved the head in and out slowly, marveling at how her clit stood erectly above my cock as her inner lips clung to the head as I pulled out and then bowed as I pushed inside, the lips fitting smoothly around me like a sheath.

“I wish I could see your cock between my lips,” she said. “I will later, but I need you above me, taking possession of me, riding me until you can’t hold back any more.” Ignoring the hint, I continued stroking slowly into her as I sought the hard spot on her front wall that had given her so much pleasure under my fingers, for I knew once I took long deep strokes inside her I would quickly spill, whereas this way I could last a long time while still pleasuring her most sensitive parts. She seemed to divine what I was thinking and smiled, “You are an expert. You love my cunt, don’t you?”

“It’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

“She. My cunt is a she.”

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Look at that poker face again. She’ll wipe it off your face soon enough.”

“No she won’t. Not until I’m ready.”

“Oh ho! We’ll see about that. But take your time for now.”

I put her ankles on my shoulders and held onto her knees to help me enter her as I crouched before her, raising her hips to rest between and on my thighs, and she reached down to feel the shaft of my cock between her lips. I was angled upward and took leisurely strokes against her front wall and she circled her hips and smiled at me. “Yes, good,” she said, and raised her ankles and locked them behind my neck. I reached down to caress her firm thighs, and further down to her hips and sides. I delighted in the firmness of her muscles and the smoothness of her skin as she smiled, “Even though you’ve massaged it so many times, it’s new for you, isn’t it?”

“Always new.”

“How often did you imagine your fist was me?”

“Every night. And every time after you left.”

“Even the very first time?” she said in real surprise.

“Yes.”

“I had to get to know you first. You must have been overjoyed when I finally showed you my breasts.”

“It was heaven.”

I had increased the speed of my strokes, and she said, “Don’t stop. You’ve got me close. Harder against where you’re hitting, and maybe a little faster, but god, please don’t come yet.” I reached down to hold her hips as I angled my thrusts up hard into her, and soon she squealed again as I held her firmly in place. Her cunt soon pulsated around the head of my cock as she thrust her hips vigorously in every direction, soon settling into a fevered thrust up against me, fast and hard to her front, and then she went rigid and groaned as I quickened my thrusts into her.

Her climax lasted much of a minute, and then she went limp and I released her hips and let her legs fall to my sides. I lowered myself to crouch above her, my cock at her entrance, and said, “What now, ma’am?”

She smiled, “I think now it’s time you allow me to massage you in the same way. You must have the most terrible knots in your muscles from all that work. Work them out in me.” I entered her and leaned down into her open arms to kiss her. She held me tightly with her arms and thighs and thrust back stroke for stroke as I entered her balls-deep. I could hear the squishing of her fluids as I fucked deep inside her, the odor of her cunt on my face mingling with the funk of my spunk dried on her neck and face. For ten minutes I held back, feeling her body working underneath and around me, and then she pulled away and looked up at me, “It must be your every dream come true finally to be fucking a black cunt, isn’t it? Your thick white cock deep inside my belly, plunging in and out of where you wanted to pump your seed all that time in Africa, fucking a beautiful black woman…” She looked up at me as I finally lost control and intoned, “My cunt’s all yours. You’ve wanted this so long, I can tell, with you going crazy, using my cunt like a toy, filling my hot hole over and over.” I screamed as I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me as I pummeled her belly, and her eyes rolled back and closed and she screamed in unison with me as her cunt pulsed tightly around me in our mutual orgasm. Her climax lasted longer than mine by ten seconds of so, and I stared down at her in awe as her face twisted in the exquisite pleasure I had always wanted my massages to give her, and when she finally relaxed I collapsed on top of her.

She massaged my hair as I reached up to caress her cheek; I then reached up to her hair, much of it caked from my dried cum, and she chuckled, “I told you I’d make you lose control. I wiped that poker face off you so thoroughly it was like watching your soul when you pumped your cum into me.”

I chuckled, “I made you lose control too.”

She laughed, “You did. We both did. Talking dirty like that made me so hot.”

“Both of us.”

“Umm, yes, I know that, young man. That’s why I did it, you know.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not even now that it’s over, no.”

I continued feeling her hair and said, “I hope that’s not too hard to get out.”

She laughed deeply, “It is, actually. I suppose it’s too much to ask that you’re a hairstylist as well, because if you put it there you have to get it out.”

“Gladly.”

“And I guess you have no experience with our hair?”

“No.”

“You’ll learn.” We laughed and she continued, “I think the sauna is fully heated now, so shall we? We’ll wash up over there.”

I washed myself at the sink as she took a quick shower, and then I joined her to help her wash my cum off her and as much as we could out of her hair, and after she washed herself between the thighs, we went into the steam room and sat next to each other on towels.

I asked, “When did you know you wanted me?”

“After our second lunch. I knew from the first that you wanted me, that you were focused on me completely, but I’ve had white men like that before and they weren’t good choices. It was clear after that lunch that you saw me as a full person, all of us as real people. Then I let myself think about seducing you, because I was going to have you.”

“You knocked me out the first time I saw you. So beautiful, so accomplished. The way you carried yourself. I never thought I could have a woman so far above me.”

“I do like loyal servants.”

We laughed and she then looked down and chuckled, “Especially ones so energetic.”

“You inspire devotion.”

“If you want to call it that, yes.” We laughed loudly and she sat up and said, “These muscles have really worked hard. I’d say they need a massage.”

“They’ve had several.”

“Not like this.” She leaned over and took me inside her mouth, and soon I was fully hard as she resettled herself to kneel before me. She bobbed her head slightly, mouth tight around me, as she lightly stroked my shaft with her fingertips. She looked up long enough to say, “When you’re close, don’t hold back. Fuck my mouth. Fill me with your cum.” She lowered her head back to my lap and let me work myself inside her as I wrapped my hands in her hair and squeezed tightly. She worked me into her throat and held me there with her lips buried in my hairs, and suddenly I felt her rub two lubed fingers against my asshole. Even if I had wanted her to stop I wouldn’t have been able to make her do so; she pushed firm and hard into me, entering me quickly and exploring me until she found the spot she wanted. Despite the pleasure I had already taken with her I soon lost control and pumped hard into her, holding her head in place as I fucked her lips madly, relentlessly thrusting as she coughed and grimaced. With a sudden scream I pulled her down onto me again and pumped shot after shot of sperm down her throat as she fucked my ass firmly with her fingers.

I then collapsed and she went to wash up. I followed her, the sauna now far too hot, and took a deep breath as she dried her hand. I took a quick shower and she embraced me and whispered, “You’re still not done, you know. I need to be massaged everywhere.”

“You mean…”

“Yes.”

“You like that?”

“Don’t get cocky, young man. On occasion I do, and on this occasion you should thank the stars for aligning so right.”

“I didn’t hurt you before just now, did I?”

She smiled, “A little, but I liked it. Don’t do that again unless I tell you though. I’m a woman of many moods and if you don’t follow them you’ll unleash the beast. You don’t want to do that.”

“Have you always been so…”

“Self-knowing?”

“Controlling.”

“You like being controlled, admit it.” I nodded and she smiled, “No. It took a couple of shitty boyfriends in college to make me this way. And a shitty boyfriend in my late 20s.”

She went to a cabinet in the corner and took out a tube. She handed it to me and lay down on the table and said, “Have you ever done this before?”

“No.”

“Then do as I say.” She had me massage her breasts until she was ready and rolled over, and over the next half hour she had me massage her ass and slowly work my way inside her with my fingers on my right hand until she was relaxed and ready for me. I crouched above her as she lifted her hips, and as I slowly worked into her she said, “Yes, slow, like that. More lube. You’ve kept your left hand clean? Good, rub my clit. Slowly, slowly now.”

Ten minutes later I was fully inside her and the fingers of my left hand were buried inside her cunt, her clit against the palm of my hand. She moaned, “Hold still and let me do all the work. This is very good.” She then began thrusting back and forth and up and down in a steady fast rhythm and I bit my lip as her tight ass moved hard on my cock. Two minutes later she said, “I’m about to come. You come too.” I let go and thrust hard into her over and over as she thrust back against me, trying to bury me inside her bowels as deeply as I wanted to. Her cunt squeezed down hard on my fingers as I held her hip tightly with my right hand, and I looked down at her, her chest buried into the table with her ass raised high in the air, and I screamed as my cum shot into her. When she finally collapsed I lay next to her. She looked at me and smiled and said, “I’ve never done that on a first date. I’ve never done it less than a year before I started sleeping with a man.” She then kissed me and whispered, “And I’ve never, never done it with one of my white lovers.”

I kissed her back and she said, “Let’s wash up and go upstairs.”

We washed thoroughly, and she pulled on her robe and said, “Come along.” I walked behind her up the stairs to the second floor and into a short hallway, at the end of which she leaned on a table in front of a mirror. She smiled broadly in the mirror and said, “Could you help me?”

My heart quickening, I said, “Of course.”

She leaned against the table and looked into the mirror. “Stand behind me and look into the mirror with me. At me.” I came up behind her and she smiled into the mirror at me, “Closer.” I pushed up against her, my erection stiffening as she pushed back, and she whispered, “Lift the hem of my robe. I think you’ll know what to do next.”

I reached down to feel her and she said, “Now look into my eyes and don’t look away. You have a weakness for coating black girls’ breasts with your cum. My weakness is mirrors.”

I stared into her eyes as she watched me closely, and she whispered, “Yes, don’t be a cold fish. Show me you want it all. Let me see how much I’m pleasuring you.”

I reached down with my left hand to locate her folds as my right hand lined me up, and in astonishment I felt her drenched cunt hot and wet and tight and ready for me again against my fingertips. She whispered, “Those beautiful eyes of yours look so innocent, but I could read from the moment I first set eyes on them how much you wanted me. That look of surprise when you saw the beautiful woman with the dark skin you want so much.” Her voice fell into a soft rhythm, caressing me vocally as her loins received my fingers. “My wide hips, my firm thighs, framing where I wanted you to bury yourself in pleasure and lust. By the time you met me in your room that first time, I was this wet.”

I pushed into her and she sighed and said, “Yes, slowly, control yourself. I want you to last a long time. You’ve had me most every way we could think of, so you can hold off coming for another half an hour, can’t you? You can have this every day, every way you like, if you simply control yourself now.” She had pushed back and taken my full length inside her and now stared into my eyes as she continued, “Hold my hips. Stand still, guide me, enjoy my body, but do not come.” Her eyes bored into mine, holding me captive as she asserted herself, intoxicating me with her desire and power, slowly raising and lowering the backs of her shins to reach the right height for her needs. “Am I worth it to you to give yourself over to me and do everything I say? Do you actually think that because I want to suck you on my knees every morning I’m not the one in charge?”

She was working herself back and forth, rotating her hips and tilting them slightly to find what best pleasured her, and when she found her angle she thrust back and continued without once having released my eyes from her stare, “Yes, hold it like that. You could take control and just fuck my cunt fast and hard and drain yourself in a minute, but what fun is that? Your pleasure would be all over in a flash, and so would we, understand? This is not play. Or you can give yourself to me like this, do what I say, just restrain yourself for half an hour and win it all. This is your test to gain the maiden. Or at least the woman; I’m hardly a virginal maiden. Will you pass the test? I think you can, and I think you want to. Prove me right.”

I continued watching her as she worked herself to a slow boil, watching me like a hawk as she moved back and forth on me, murmuring her incantation, “Yes, you do think I’m worth it, look at you, holding back like a gentleman, restraining himself from plunging into this hot paradise, letting his new black girlfriend pleasure herself with him, standing by while she fills herself so nicely with his hard pink cock, finally getting to experience all those joys he dreamed of for so long, hotter than any of his other girlfriends. Did they ever give themselves to you like I have? Did they strip themselves to let your greedy eyes see every square inch of their bodies? Did they suckle you and nurse on you and take you deep into their willing mouths and swallow your lust and then go back for seconds? Did they?”

I finally shook my head and said, “No, they never did.”

“Did they ever lie back and spread themselves open for you to see and feel and taste and enter? Did they ever hold you above them and thrust up to meet every thrust of your own? Hold you and glory in your passion while you brought them and you to the highest pleasure any of you had ever had? Then push you onto your back and take possession of your body underneath them as they impaled themselves on you? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

She squealed as a sudden climax seized her, and stared at me between half-closed eyes as she grunted, “Don’t come! Hold off!” I felt a rush of hot fluid as she groaned in pleasure, and finally she took a deep breath and said, “I need at least two more, and then I might possibly allow you to come. You’ve done fine so far.”

I caressed her hair as she watched my eyes, and she murmured, “Pull my robe down. I know how much you love my breasts; play with them, I’d enjoy it so much.” In a daze I pulled her robe back to her waist, allowing her breasts to swing freely.

“It’s a rather skimpy robe, don’t you think?” I asked.

“All the better to seduce and devour you with.”

By this time she had caught her breath and her tunnel was soft and yielding again. She rocked back and forth as I cupped her breasts and found her nipples coming erect between my fingers. “Have you ever held such fine breasts?”

“No.”

“Of course you haven’t. Not in any color.”

“Not even close.”

“It was almost a shame to wash off the pearls you gave me. You come so hard all over me. I’ve never had a man come so hard between them. Oh yes, you’re not the first to take his pleasure between them, but I never liked it with them as much as I did with you. You’re so greedy for me. Tell me, is it a dream come true, seeing these soft brown breasts wrapped around you?”

“Yes,” I replied huskily.

“I love it too. They’re all yours, all for you, slick and oily and eager for your hot cum to spray all over them. I love how my body makes you so hot. You think it’s the most beautiful body you’ve ever seen, don’t you?”

“Yes, it is.”

She murmured huskily as the pulsations in her loins quickened, “I can see in your eyes, it’s like a dream come true, me naked in your arms, eager for anything you can give me. It makes me so hot seeing you seeing my deep brown skin flushed and sweating for you, spreading my thighs just for you, ready to take you deep within my swollen folds and drain every drop you can give me.”

Suddenly she squealed again and gasped in a cry that sounded almost like weeping, “God, yes, god, hold off, I’m coming so hard.” After that her face and voice were twisted and no intelligible words reached my ears amid her moans and groans.

After a minute she said, “Thank you, you’re doing fine. Just one more.”

I caressed her back, never breaking eye contact with her, and soon she was rocking steadily back and forth. “What do you want to do to me? Tell me. Every detail. Skip nothing.”

“I want…I want to kiss your soft lips every time I see you and suck on your tongue as you tremble in my arms. I want to look across at you and see your brown eyes staring deep into mine like they are now, and know that that look is just for me. I want to slowly undress you, uncovering every part of your delightful brown body, caressing the smooth brown skin as it works its magic on me and sets me on fire, and know it will always be ready for me.”

Her eyes were staring as I tried to match her virtuoso effort, and I felt her body trembling as another orgasm slowly built. “I want to strip your breasts bare and suck on them until you come just from my mouth and tongue on them, and feel the aching anticipation as I expose your deep hairy snatch, then kneel before you and kiss my way all over and around your body until I reach the folds wet and eager for me, and bury my head between your soft brown thighs as I bury my tongue deep inside your swollen lips and pink tunnel and suck on you until you come for me again and again, screaming as I give you the pleasure you always dreamed of, then turn you around so we can drink each other and then lie there as you take me deep into your throat and swallow every drop and ask for more, and then lie back as I take you and work into you and feel your body envelop me and drain me.”

With the last words her next climax seized her, and she whimpered, “You may come now,” as I grabbed her hips and pounded into her. “Don’t close your eyes; let me see how much you love this,” she said, and when my first spasms shot my seed hard and hot into her, she watched avidly as my face twisted and a scream was torn from my throat, and yet I managed to continue staring at her. The next several spurts left my body as my unseeing eyes remained open to hers, and when my pleasure had passed she smiled and lowered her head to her arms. I leaned over next to her sweetly cradled head and she whispered, “Thank you. I needed to know. We’ll be doing that monthly, you know. At least once a month. I’ve tried it with a couple of men before. They never could last. I think I scared them.”

She turned to her left and opened the door to her bedroom; she pushed me onto her bed and said, “Now suck me.” She crouched over my face and held onto the head of her bed as she ground her cunt into my face. She reached down with one hand and caressed my hair as I started chowing down. “Yes, you eat pussy very well. Don’t stop.” I reached up and held her thighs as she rode my face, her clit and lips running over my stiff tongue. I settled down to suck her as thoroughly as she had sucked me, and soon she crouched over my head, both hands holding me in place as she ground hard on my mouth. She moaned and humped and climaxed hard, then pulled away and said, “You’re hard again. Good. I didn’t get to watch last time.” She walked over to her closet and pulled out a small mirror that she set on the bed between my thighs. “I’ll film this for you eventually,” she said, “but the fun is all mine tonight.” She straddled my hips as sank onto my cock as she stared down at the union of our flesh.

She rode me vigorously as she stared into the mirror, and she leaned back slightly onto me to open herself more to her eyes. She raised her thighs, then lowered them, then changed the angle of attack, hungry for every new perspective she could gain, and finally she said, “Come inside me. I’m close.” She lay further back and I supported her as I thrust wildly up into her, and she stared raptly as the sight until her climax swept over her. She fell back on me and I thrust up into her, striving to lose myself inside her, and finally fell over the edge into climax; I thrust up into her one last time and went rigid as my sperm pumped into her one last time that night.

She lifted herself off me and put the mirror away; she returned and said, “You finally wore me out.”

“I’m dead too.”

“Move over.”

She turned out the light as I did so and we settled ourselves in happy, sweaty exhaustion under her covers. We kissed in the moonlight through the blinds and she chuckled, “You are now hired every night for massages.”

“Gladly.”

“And don’t worry about the pay; it’s the same.”

“There’s no need.”

“You’re my man. I want to spend a little money on you. You’re not rich.” I said nothing and she continued, “Men give their women money all the time.”

“True.”

“So it’s not a problem?”

“A little, but I think I can live it down. Just don’t tell anyone.”

She laughed loudly, “And you don’t tell anyone what we did tonight. Especially my special treat for you.”

“Of course not.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh yes.”

“Good. You take orders well. I think you really like having the woman in charge, having a boss.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I nodded. She laughed and said, “Let’s sleep now.”

We curled up next to each other, arms and legs entangled, her full breasts pleasing pushed against me, and we soon were sound asleep. She woke me when she stirred in the morning, and she pulled the sheets off me and inspected me with a satisfied pride of possession. I stared at the beauty of her breasts sagging to the side, and she smiled, “Already hard. We have to do something about that. Can’t have you go into work tempting all your other lady clients to steal you away, can we?”

After I had drained all over her breasts and she had ridden my face again, she let me go and said quietly, “Now let’s clean up and get ready for work. I have a half-day today.”

I sat in a chair watching her in her bra and slip as she made her face up. She smiled, “I like you sitting there, watching me so proud like that.” She thought for a minute and said, “If anyone had told me a year ago I’d let myself be taken like that by a white man ten years younger than me who got off on older black women, I’d have avoided the hell out of you, you know.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“No, not at all. The first time I saw you I thought, ‘He has real possibilities.’ A thought like that, not in words though. Real interest. You tested well.” After a minute she added, “Tell me though, do you fuck all women so thoroughly, or is it just me?” She laughed as I thought about which was less insulting if taken combatively and said, “Just keep doing what you do.”

Too soon she was slipping on a silk blouse over her lacy black bra and I helped her into her coat. She kissed me and said, “Come here about eight again. Less for the nosy neighbors to see. And pay. Here, don’t spend it all in one place.”

I laughed and said, “Drop me off at my bank. It’s all going in there.”

And so it was that she tested me monthly for the next three months. After the last of these tests, when her verbal magic had worked herself into four massive orgasms and she finally allowed me to drain into her, she said, “That never fails to wipe me out.”

I had remained hard, and as I circled inside her I said, “It’s incredible.”

“Not everyone can do that.”

“Not everyone’s worth doing that with.”

“Someone you can do that with is special.”

“Yes, you have to lock that down.”

“Put a ring on it.”

“Just what I was thinking.”

“Great minds think alike.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“And in such a circumstance, what kind of ring woul