Masso Joe Ch. 06

The next few months rolled along nicely. I started to jog with mom on the weekends. At first she had trouble keeping up with my longer strides and faster pace, but before long she was challenging me to a final sprint. Often we finished with a post run massage which had turned more therapeutic with time except when either of us had a particular itch that needing scratching, the other was eager to oblige. As lean as mom's body was before, it only grew more defined with time.

As for me, I was tired of Tom looking so much bigger and stronger, so I would drive by and pick him up and off to the gym we would go. He still lifted heavier than me, but I did notice I was bulking up and had more definition to my shape. My pecs were cut and a six pack was forming. It wasn't just me who noticed, but mom would comment after our post run massage, especially when I was treated to a hand job and my abs would pop out as I orgasmed.

Barbie continued to treat me to several mind blowing/cock blowing sessions, each one being unique from the previous. I had become more popular with the women in junior college as they had a glowing appreciation for my talented fingers and inventive tongue. Although I was friendly with many women, I never had one that I would call my girlfriend. I provided massages to some of the injured athletes, some of whose cocks I toyed and played with to assist with their recuperation (laughing). But with all the cocks I toyed with, I had never licked, sucked or tasted one. I do wonder about that since Joe had treated me to a marvelous blow job the first time I met him at his studio. Considering it was such an enjoyable experience and I enjoyed providing pleasure to others... so you would think that I would have given it a try. I guess there is a time and place for everything, I guess it was not my time yet.

I continued to talk and met with Joe. He would monitor my massage progress and give me hints and techniques to refine my skills. All our meetings focused on the therapeutic side since he had confidence that I already had accomplished skills on the sensual/sexual side.

One Friday after classes Joe called and asked me to meet him at the spa later that evening.

"Hey Joe, hows it hanging?"

"About 7" inches, he joked. "After all these months, do we still need to compare", continuing to laugh. "But seriously, I have an opportunity for you. There is a very rich couple, that I have known for a long time, coming into town tomorrow and they are looking for a massage guy especially for the wife. So I thought of you."

"That is very flattering Joe."

"I must also tell you, they are somewhat weird and kinky. The husband is a Wall Street executive, originally from Montreal, and manages billions, yes I said billions, of dollars of investments. He is a high powered executive that makes million dollar decisions daily, yet when he returns home the power moves over to his wife and he tends to be submissive to her. His wife is a former fitness model who tries to keep her youth through lifts and tucks, if you understand me."

"So Joe, do you think I can handle it?"

"Well, you have Barbie's Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval" he laughed.

"Huh", somewhat dumfounded at the connection between Joe and Mary. "You know Mary Henderson?"

"Actually I know her intimately"... he deliberately pauses... "not in that way" as he continued to smile and play with my head. "She is my aunt."

"And she tells you stuff? Holy Fuck Joe!"

"Be cool Jay, we are all discreet here. If I hadn't known, I could not offer you this opportunity."

"So what else do you know, or should I know" I asked.

"Just a couple of final points,

- The wife needs to be flattered

- She has a temper so be careful

- If she wants you to do something, do it

- She will give you an envelope at the end of the evening. It will contain cash. Do not open it until you leave the apartment. It would be insulting for her if you checked the amount."

"So here is the address of the hotel. You will go to the penthouse floor and will meet with security. They will ask who you are visiting. You will answer Jacques and Yvette Brisbois. They will call ahead and then allow you to pass. Understand?"

"Lots of details" as I looked concerned.

"You will do great Jay, and have fun."

Finishing my Saturday's dinner, I shower and got ready for my appointment. I paid particular attention to make sure my bush was trimmed and my balls were clean shaven. I admired my improved physic in the mirror as I pulled on my dry fit shirt, noting that it now fits tighter than previous. The designer track pants came next as I grabbed the car keys and off went.

I arrive at the hotel and the valet takes my car. I enter the elevator and press "P" for penthouse. The doors open and a security guard greets me.

"Is someone expecting you?" as he looks me up and down.

"Yes, Jacques and Yvette Brisbois."

He says "one second" and dials a number, talks for a moment and then points to the first door on the left.

As I am about to knock, the door opens unexpectedly and I stumble in, almost knocking on the forehead of who I expect is Jacques. He is a short man about 5'6" round belly, and wearing an apron with possibly nothing underneath. I apologize for my awkward entrance.

He greeted me warmly, turned and exposed his bare ass and said. "Yvette our guest is here."

I followed him into the hotel room which was bigger and more lavish than any hotel I have ever seen, even in the movies. There were 10 foot windows which showcased the downtown view. I was ushered to the sitting area and noticed a sliding door leading to the bedroom. Everything was opulent, shiny and shouted expensive.

Coming from the bedroom I heard a voice "Qui mes chers, je viens, I am coming."

She stepped into the sitting room wearing a black skin tight latex outfit. The costume silhouetted were hourglass figure like nothing else could. Her breasts were abnormally large for her ultra slim waist and her ass would make Beyoncé's look skinny. She looked like she was a creation of a horny 13 year old with superb Photoshop skills.

She greeted me by placing her hand on my chest. "Matt did not tell me that you were so attractive"

Surprised that she called him Matt and not Joe, I responded " Matt did tell me that you were a former fitness model but did not tell me that you probably look better today than when you were modeling."

"You are such a charmer, I think we will get along" as she touched my lips with her finger and then kissed it. "Jacques, bring our friend a drink."

"Beer is good"

"Did I hear you say scotch?" Yvette said. "It is all we have."

"Scotch is perfect." I replied seeming happy, knowing that the last time I drank scotch I hated it .

"Jacques, two cubes for our guest and make mine neat."

"Yes dear." acting more like a servant than a husband.

We made small talk awaiting our drinks. As Yvette received her drink, a frown grew over her Angela Jolie pumped up lips.

"There is ice in my scotch. I explicitly said neat, no ice. Did you not understand me!, Was I not clear enough"!!

"I am sorry dear I will get you another one", looking very apologetic.

"Sorry, is not good enough, get me the paddle."

"Right away dear" as Jacques scurried off returning with a paddle about one and a half times the size of a ping pong paddle.

Trying to make sense of this all. Jacques made a simple mistake and he would be physically punished for this... Matt was right not to disagree with her or her temper could erupt.

"Lean over Jacques", as he exposed his bare ass cheeks. "Repeat after me I...must...pay...better...attention... to...my ...loving...wife!" And with each word she would paddle slap his ass with considerable force. His ass reddened, he jerked with pain, but he did not whimper, cry or ask her to stop, all the time repeating her words.

It felt like I had fallen down Alice's rabbit hole and was in a world I didn't know or understand.

As like the ending of a flash rain, Yvette's demeanor returned to her normal gracious self.

"Drink up Jay, you have some massage work to do. My back is always hurting. Carrying these jugs around all day can be difficult" she laughed as she cupped her hands under her Double D's and caressed their undersides. "Jacques, get my shower ready and help me strip out of this cat suit."

"Yes sweetheart" as he moved quickly to the bathroom, his naked ass still red from the paddling.

I gulped down the balance of the scotch, hating the taste but feeling I needed the alcohol. I followed them into the bedroom and waited.

Usually when I meet people after they take a shower they are wrapped in a towel. Here I see Yvette coming into the room completely naked and angry.

"I feel so ugly", she cried out. "Jay come here." Walking over she takes my hand and rubs it on her pussy. "Do you feel it?"

All I felt was the smoothest pussy I had ever touched.

"Do you fell it?" asking again moving my hand from one side to the other. "Stubble" she cries out. With all the laser treatments I still feel stubble. Jacques, quickly get some cream and my razor."

Now I have felt my fair share of pussies and this was one of the finest and softest that I have ever seen or touched. But instead I said "I feel your pain Yvette. I hate when companies make promises they can't keep. I am sure that said you would be stubble free at the end of the process."

"Thank you Jay. Finally someone who understands me." Yvette lays back on the bed, spreads her legs and watches as Jacques spreads the cream over her vagina area.

I watch Jacques as he dutifully follows her instructions knowing full well that the only thing he was shaving from her hairless pussy was the cream itself. But something about her pussy was different. The shape was round, puffy and full. Her outer pussy lips barely visible. Yvette caught me examining her pussy and laughed.

"Do you like what you see?"

I smiled "Very much. But there is something that seems different about it". "Something very nice", I was quick to add, "but different."

Smiling approvingly "Well after I had Dr." Charge too Much" enhance my breasts and butt, I had Dr. "Nip And Tuck" contour my overly big and ugly pussy lips. It was very expensive but so worth it" patting Jacques head and he wiped her pussy clean. "Wasn't it dear?"

"Now Jacques, let's shave of guest so he can also feel so smooth as well."

"Not necessary Yvette, I shaved before coming here."

"Excuse me", she said in a not so nice voice.

"Come to think of it, maybe a touch up would be of benefit" quickly changing my position on the issue.

Now in all fairness, Jacques is a master shaver. Between the razor, the crème and the lotion, he did a far better job than I would be able to do.

Yvette was watching the whole process with interest." Now Jacques, can you see what a real man's cock looks like? Suck it and show me how big you can make it."

But before I could consider objecting, Jacques had his head between my legs and my cock inside his mouth. To be fair, his mouth felt great against my newly shaved area. I could not help but to feel my cock get hard under his experienced touch.

"Now present the cock to me" Yvette said. Admiring my cock she seemed to approve. "Now Jacques, that is what a real man's cock looks like. It is long and thick. Something a woman wants deep inside her. Jacques, show Jay your cock so he can see what I have to deal with."

Jacques removed his apron and presented a cock that barely protruded from his pelvic. With his round stomach, I suspect that without a mirror he could never really see it.

"Do you see my problem Jay", as she manipulated it, "even playing with it, it is less than 3 inches. What is a woman to do with this I ask?"

Hoping she wasn't waiting for me to respond, she continued.

"I guess that is a result when you marry a Brisbois" she laughed. "Do you know what Brisbois means, Jay?"

"Actually I don't."

"It means broken wood... My husband's cock is broken wood. I should have married a Mr. GrosBite-Big Cock. But I fell in love with this man. He does make me happy, kissing his cock head and then his cheek.

As she talked we heard a cell phone ring. Jacques turned to get it as he was expecting a work call. Returning after a few minutes, he had a big smile on his face.

"Yvette, remember last month I told you that I bought this little mining company called Lucas Mines for $100,000,000. Well we just received test results from the mine and the results were far better than expected. The announcement should be made Monday after the market closes and I expect that it will be worth over $300,000,000 by Tuesday morning. A nice return for a one month's investment. No?"

I was in awe of what I was hearing, but Yvette almost seemed bored.

"Jacques, always business, business, business. You need more fun in your life. Please prepare the mattress for our massage."

Turning to me. "Jay have you ever had a nuru massage with seaweed gel?"

"I have watched videos but never experienced it firsthand. The gel is hard to find and expensive?"

"Well you should enjoy this as she took me by the hand and walked me over to the sitting area which now had a queen sized rubber mattress on the floor. Next to it was a warming unit with a bowl of clear gel sitting on it.

"Lie down Jay and I will start us off."

As I lay down, my heart racing in anticipation. Yvette took some gel and rubbed it over my chest and legs. She then poured more on her hands and slid it over my already erect cock. The gel was warm and more slippery than any oil I have ever used. Plus she poured it on, allowing it to flow onto the mattress which hopefully protected the floor. But my concern over the hotel room floor, quickly vanished as I watched Yvette pour from the bowl directly over her naked body. Her body glistened as she started at my feet and slipped and slid her way up my calves, my thighs, using her breasts to provide a massage experience like I have never received. She used her D cups to tease my rock hard cock, sliding it over and between each breast. As she massaged my chest with her tits I felt her slippery thigh slip between my legs and continue the teasing of my cock. Her body moved up and down like a pendulum, conveying pleasure with each movement. She straddled me and poked her breasts into my face and told me to hold them, kiss them and gingerly bite them. As I was enjoying her mounds of joy I felt her hand rubbing my cock up and down between crack of her ass and her pussy. Whatever skills I thought I had, did not place me into her league. I felt her lift up and insert my cock deep inside her pussy. Her face changed as she accepted my member into her. Although I felt her muscles tighten around me the gel made it almost frictionless. I wasn't getting the tightness and pressure that I know and wanted, regardless of the speed that she moved her body over me.

She would play with my cock moving it in and out of her love canal. Although frustrating, the feeling was still heavenly. I watched as she straddled my cock, grinding at my pelvis, one hand playing with her breasts while the other feverously playing with her perfectly modified pussy and engorged clit. I could tell by her speed and her breathing that her orgasm was near. I wanted to encourage her to cum so I became more vocal. I moaned louder with pleasure. I told how good she made me feel and how much I hoped I did the same for her. Her eyes were closed, her fingers still pulsating over the clit.

"I want to feel you cum Yvette, Please cum for me. Please cum for me!" saying it louder a second time.

Then she started to shake and convulse, her fingers never leaving her clit, my cock still deep inside her as the orgasm reaped havoc with her body. Her body, dropped on mine as if someone pricked a balloon letting all the air out at once. She lay on top of me, my hard cock still inside her. She kissed me and thanked me. Regaining her strength, she rolled over, now concerned that I had not cum yet.

It was only now that I realized that Jacques was watching us together. He seemed pleased.

Rolling on her back Yvette placed me on top. This was the position I was more comfortable with. I poured gel over our bodies and snaked my body over hers. The feeling of my cock moving over her hot voluptuous body was beyond words. She would reach out and stroke my cock and press it harder against her breasts. She would take it into her mouth until she gagged and then do it again trying to go deeper.

She had me straddle her chest and took my cock and placed it between her lovely mounds. She squeezed her breasts together circling my cock and told to move my hips and fuck her like this. Needing no other invitation, I would rock my hips and slide my cock in and out as she controlled the pressure. We have been on the mattress for about an hour and I had not yet cum. I needed to cum. She wanted me to cum. My cock head emerging from her tits and pointing at her face.

"Cum for Jay. Cum all over my tits and face. I want to feel you hot sperm over my naked body. As she talked and encouraged me, I moved faster, her breasts tightened over my rigid shaft. And then the moment came. The moment you know that you are past the point of no return and your sperm have started their journey. I felt that in three more strokes that I would get Yvette that shower than she was asking for.

Then it happened, like a volcanic eruption my first spurt sent a long line of cum over her mouth and cheek. The second spurt, although less voluminous was more intense and landed on her chest and neck. The final spurt rested between those lovely breasts. Yvette with her face covered with cum, smiled and looked pleased.

"The force is strong in you young Jedi" as she motioned for Jacques to clean her up.

When my head started to clear, it became clear to me that this was third time that someone I knew had called me a young Jedi.

Feeling more relaxed after the most intensive orgasm I had experienced in a long time I turned and asked.

"Yvette, you are the third person who has called me a young Jedi, I need to understand the connection."

"Obviously one was Matt but who was the other person?"

"Matt's aunt was the other."

"Oh you mean Barbie" as a wide grin emerged from her face. "Blond hair, big boobs?"

"Yeah, that's her." Eager to learn the connection of the three.

Yvette stopped for a moment to have Jacques lie next to her. She dipped her hand in a pool of seaweed gel just next to her and started to play with Jacques's penis. Her hand moved in patterns that she knew that he would enjoy and continued talking.

"Did Matt ever tell you about Miss Kim?"

"Not Matt, but Mary, I mean Barbie did. She said she worked with Miss Kim providing erotic massages as she worked her way through college."

"My understanding" said Yvette, "is that Barbie was the first assistant that Miss Kim hired as her business grew. Barbie was trained by the best , Miss Kim, and she exceled at satisfying and expanding the clientele. I joined a few years later, also needing funds for tuition, but by now Miss Kim had moved to a larger place and was running a full escort service. I was working as a fitness model but jobs were scarce so I joined Miss Kim's team. Her little black book was all first class, politicians, lawyers, business execs and Miss Kim was dedicated to provide first class service for all of them."

"One year, as business continued to expand, Miss Kim bought a house and wanted to invite all her previous clients and associates to a Halloween costume party. It was a lavish affair. Everyone went over the top with their costumes. I was Wonder Woman, Barbie and Matt came as Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker; or something close to that. Anyway that is when I met the infamous Barbie and her nephew Matt."