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Category: Fetish Stories

Author: Trevor Dantley

Chapter 2-----Priming Bennie

During this time, I also had asked a friend from France if there was anyone in our small town that did massage and it turned out an Australian woman (her husband was an ANZ Bank loan officer on a two year contract) was a trained therapist and wanted to sell her table because she was returning to Oz. So, I asked her to give me a few lessons and she gave me 3 lessons and then I practiced on her a couple of time until I learned the basics of massage. And I also bought her table before she returned to Australia.

And my mind started to imagine all kinds of possibilities for Bennie. Also, Bennie noticed the massage table when she cleaned so I had shared with her that I was learning from the Australian woman. I’m sure she also began to have thoughts about this too. I let the thoughts percolate a while.

And then I went home one day and feigned stiffness and some pain in my back. I asked her to rub some oil I purchases onto my back. At first I just lifted my shirt up but it seemed awkward and I asked her if she was OK if I lay down on the massage table. She said that would be easier. Once she started I told her that felt really good but the paid was lower and I moved my waist of shorts down to rest on the top of my butt. I told her to put more oil all over the lower back and upper butt. She rubbed against the waistband again so I told her I was going to lower them more and I moved them to below my butt. Now she could see my whole butt. I told her to put a lot of oil on my right butt cheek and then rub the lower back down over the right butt cheek on to my thigh. Then I told her I’d just take my shorts off since it wasn’t comfortable to keep my legs together. She was getting uncomfortable and I could hear her breathing change. I spread my legs a bit and told her to put more oil on both cheeks and to start her hands in the middle of my lower back, move her hands outward and then down over both cheeks until she was down to my thighs. I told her this was exactly what I needed. After a couple more minutes of this and my oohing and aahing about how good that felt, I told her that would be enough for today and we’ll see how I feel tonight and tomorrow. Her breathing indicated she was relieved it was over.

BUT OF COURSE it can’t end like this. On the next day Bennie came to work I was ‘late’ going to the office and I told her how wonderful it felt for a day or two after the massage but the stiffness had returned and I was hoping she might be OK to do it again when she finished today. I also told her I thought I should pay her a little bit too since this wasn’t really for cleaning. She nodded that it would be OK. And so, getting massages from Bennie started. And they continued like this for several months.

At first, it was just massaging my butt cheeks more and more and moving down on my thighs until she was really massaging my back and legs. The extra money really helped to ease the discomfort she was feeling but each time was becoming a bit more tolerable. On the third massage, I spread my legs a bit further and asked her to get up on the massage table and kneel in between my legs. I then asked her to put some oil on my butt crack and stroke down the middle of my back, down my crack until she reached my balls and then over to the insides of my thighs. She could see my cock grow but I ignored that when I told her to do that several times.

Gradually, her hands were sliding down my crack over my ball sac and down the inside of my thighs to my knees. I did a lot of oohing and aahing so she was getting positive feedback that she was doing it right. And then I told her to put some oil on my ball sac and massage them very softly. As long as I was face down, she seemed to be accepting these advances. Also, my cock was lying flat on the table so not a threat to her YET.

After a minute or so of massaging my balls, I told her I was going get up on my knees and for her to stay where she was. With my ass up on my knees I kept my head on the bed and told her to keep massaging my crack, balls and inner thighs. And finally in order to push her to that final limit, I told her to put my cock in her hand and make it oily. Her breathing quickened but she had already gone this far so saying no in her mind didn’t actually make the sound come out of her mouth. I told her I was going to turn over but for her to keep both hands on my cock while I turned. When I got turned over by throwing my leg over her head, she wouldn’t look at me when I told her this REALLY REALLY felt good now.

And I asked her if she had ever masturbated a man before and she shook her head NO. I told her it was very easy to do and that she should just use both hands and stroke up and down slowly. I told her to put more oil on her hands to keep them lubricated. She was a bit fascinated and scared but she watched it and listened and I encouraged her with positive remarks. As I told her to strokea little bit faster, her eyes showed anticipation and excitement to see what would happen next. I told her to look into my eyes as that would help me to finish. With her looking into my eyes, the sperm squirted up and onto her blouse and I put my hands on top of hers around my cock and told her to just keep going up and down until I told her to stop. Her eyes reflected surprise at the force of the ejaculation but there was also a bit of satisfaction of doing a good job. And getting paid for it. But in her mind she was doing something her religion wouldn’t be happy with so I could see when she finally got organized and left, she was feeling guilty already.

Of course the next time, we’d have to do something about getting sperm on the blouse and that is another chapter.