Women who like it rough: the Tolerant masseuse
written by:
Chris-t6290

Turning off my alarm, I then stretched out my arms and emitted a yawn before pushing back the bed covers.

‘What a nice day,' I thought, gazing out of my bedroom window as I swung my lithe naked legs over the side of the bed; whereupon, I slipped my dainty toes, and feet into my slippers, and got up.

Now stood up, I emitted a more contented yawn, this time stretching out my arms at either side of my naked body, before pulling back the bed cover and straitening the pillows on my queen size bed.

Ready to face the day, I ambled over to my wardrobe, taking from it my turquoise colour silk robe, which I leisurely placed my left and then right arms into, before loosely tying the broad sash. Suitably attired, I then went downstairs for breakfast, taking with me, my ‘blue tooth' phone.

Being an executive for a Dot com corporation, allows me to work from home a few days a week, where, although it may seem I get some time to myself, people invariably call me up throughout the day.

"Jenny, yeah what's up?" I said, in response to the first call of the day, as I strolled across my open plan kitchen.

"I see. Well, have you tried..." I rejoined, as I opened my spacious two door fridge.

Taking out the remaining half of a red grapefruit, and a bottle of mixed fruit juice from the cooler, I closed the doors and went over to the work surface. There, I cut the fruit into quarters and then halved each one across, before managing to pare away the unwanted skin. With that soon done, I placed the segments into a fruit salad bowl, before taking a spoon from the cutlery draw in order to eat it, while occasionally taking a sip of the juice drink.

"Okay, then, so that's sorted, alright. See you tomorrow, then," I told her.

Finished with the drink, for now, I returned it to the fridge, before washing up my breakfast bowl and going upstairs to get changed for my morning workout, ahead of Roger calling around to give me my weekly massage.

"No, that's okay," I told Malcolm, as I used the treadmill at a walking pace.

Once I had finished, and at 10 am sharp, I retired to my bathroom. There, I took an invigorating shower; undisturbed by any callers, as the staff no not to call between 10 and half past.

Drying myself off afterwards, and in particular my long raven hair, I again put my robe on and went downstairs to await the arrival of Roger.

With the time now approaching 11pm, he is notably late, ‘which is unlike Roger,' I remarked to myself, as if he were an employee, which, in a way he is, since I'm paying him for his service.

Just then the front door bell chimed, and having realigned my thoughts, I went to let him in.

Upon opening the door, however, I noticed that it wasn't Roger, but someone else carrying a table, something which I never use, as I much preferring the firmness of my bed's mattress; not that anything sexual has happened between Roger and myself, although there have been odd, shall we say, uncomfortable moments.

"Hi, Ann is it?" enquired the tall slim, rather good looking, although shaved bald guy before me.

"Roger went to see his sick mother, so I'm filling in for him. I'm Scott," he informed me, extending his free left hand in greeting, which I casually shook, before inviting him inside.

"You can leave the table there," I said, directing his attention as where to place it. Having done so, I then directed Scott to follow me upstairs, though not indicating with it my bedroom.

I then, once we had reached the top of the stairs, explained my preference, emphasising that he was here to give me a massage, and nothing else; although, truth be told, it had been quite some while since my pussy was last ploughed, and he did seem...snap out of it, Ann, I quickly told myself.

Directing Scott ahead of me, I couldn't help but notice his taut butt in his rather close fitting jeans. ‘Behave, concentrate, Ann,' I again checked myself, before going over to the bed while Scott, having placed his bag down in a nearby wicker chair, removed the oils and lotions that he needed.

Stood beside my bed, I started up the CD player that I keep on my bedside cabinet; my particular preference being some soothing atmospheric music, something that I find both relaxes me, and takes my mind off the other (sex), which I feel, with Scott, I need to otherwise do.

"That sounds quite nice, Ann," Scott commended me on my choice. "It's quite a nice home you've got," he added, although his repetition of ‘nice', had me thinking he was being patronising, and so any such sexual thoughts, with Scott that is, immediately disintegrated as I removed my robe to lay face down on the bed.

"I take it that you need that?" he enquired of my ‘blue tooth'.

"Not going into work today, people are likely to call me up," I elucidated, just before I received a call from Malcolm, my boss.

"Good morning, Malcolm," I greeted him, while Scott set about massaging away the tension that builds up, because of the pressure from my work, something I see as a welcome challenge; I am, after all, only 24 years young, and, according to my last medical check up, as fit as the proverbial fiddle no less.

"Yes, okay, then, Malcolm," I told him, assuring my boss not to worry, and that everything, as always, was fine, which it was.

With the call ended, and my mind back on my massage, if you can call it that, I noticed that Scott, unlike Roger, was far from giving me what I required. "Can you..." I started to say, only to receive another call.

"Hold on a second, Sandra," I said firmly, though not in respect of her calling, mind.

"Scott, can you be a bit firmer back there," I said, having part turned my head. "What you're doing may be fine..." I told him, in respect of his other clients, "...but it's not doing me much good. Okay!" I exclaimed abruptly, before returning to the caller.

"Okay, so..." I said, returning my attention to Sandra, who was calling about an order that was missing.

Explaining what to do, had I been there, I hardly noticed any improvement in Scott's ‘handiwork'.

"Hold on a moment, Sandra, I've got a problem with an employee," I again interrupted her.

"Look, Scott, put some ‘elbow grease', or whatever, into it, alright. Forget I'm a woman, and be more forceful—Jes-us," I remarked, feeling let down by his inadequacy.

"Okay, so you've got that, then?" I told her.

"Yeah, Roger, my usual guy, had to visit his sick mother...Emn, okay, but he's not being as firm with me, not enough to iron out all the kinks of tension that build up," I informed her about Scott's looks, and his poor performance; as a masseuse, before ending the call.

"Harder, firmer, Scott!" I presently told him, as, although there was some improvement, it wasn't enough for my wracked body.

"Don't just knead my buttocks, pull them," I sternly told him.

And as he got to grips with my shapely round ass cheeks, I received a call from Mary, asking me what I was doing at the weekend, as she had managed to get tickets for a ‘Sting' concert; the news of which, soon lifted my spirits, which had been somewhat dashed by Scott's casual work ethic.

"Oh, wow, that's great, Mary!" I exclaimed to my thoughtful and resourceful PA. ‘Where would an exec like me be, without someone as reliable as Mary,' I mussed, before appreciatively thanking her, and saying goodbye.

"Look, Scott!" I said determinedly, raising my upper body up and at a greater angle.

"Put your fucking back into it. I wouldn't take such negligence from my staff, so I'm dam well not going to take it from you, especially as I'm expected to pay for your service, if you can call it that. Stop being a ‘pussy' and give me all you've got, all-right!" I sternly told him, only to realise my poor choice of word in ‘pussy', as he pushed my head back down, and slapped my butt.

"Like that, that firm enough for you, bitch!" he vehemently chided, as he smacked the other buttock, all the while holding me down by the back of my neck.

Although I quite enjoy having my ass spanked, sexually, this wasn't sexual; at least I didn't feel that way inclined as he continued with his now found firmness.

"Yes, like that," I presently responded to his required treatment, only to then have him, still holding me down and with my head turned to the left, slide his oiled right hand inbetween and along my curple, massaging the folds of my ass cheeks as he did so. ‘Something which Roger would never have done, so why was I allowing Scott to take such liberties,' I half caringly thought to myself, just before he delivered another resounding slap to each buttock; hard enough for me to flinch my head, and exclaim: "Ouch!"

"You want an all over massage, I take it," Scott stated more than asked me.

"Yes, an all over massage," I fervently replied, ignoring the fact that it meant my smoothly shaved quim.

"Good! Because I'm gonna give you a massage that you won't soon forget," he informed me confidently, before returning his hand to my ass cleavage; whereupon, and to my shocked surprise, Scott slid his oiled up fingers into my ass.

Raising my head, having he part relaxed his grip, I let out a silent amazed gasp as Scott massaged my anal tract back and forth.

‘What the fuck is he doing?' I otherwise thought to myself, as I remained speechless at his effrontery. Although I'm quite partial to anal sex, this, this was something else; quite pleasant, indeed, I have to confess.

The one thing I now realised, from my earlier misplaced remark, was that I needed to choose my words carefully.

"Okay, Scott, you can ease off my neck," I told him, if only to see what he would do with his other hand.

As expected, Scott now used his left one to prize both my ass cheeks open; after which, he then commenced reaming my anus with his right hand. ‘Good job, then, that I...!' I thought. Well, you know what I mean, considering where his fingers now were.

"Yes, that's more like it, that's what I want," I encouragingly told Scott, his fingers penetrating my butt all the way down to the arch of his thumb, his ‘pinky', as Whoopi Goldberg referred to the little finger in the film: ‘Fatal Beauty', occasionally grazing my perineum.

‘God, if he keeps this up I'm gonna cum,' I realised, as the sexual aspect of his ministration got to me.

"Ease up, Scott. This wasn't what..." I began, only to immediately realise I'd done it again.

"What, what you wanted, bitch!" he rebuked, and then took his hand from me.

‘Well, so much for that,' I thought, only to then be shocked by the rasping sound of his metal jeans fly being lowered. ‘He's not, surely not?' I almost fretted.

Moments later, I felt a different oiled form slide between my curple, its warmth and firmness alerting me to it being his ‘cock!' ‘He's going to fuck my ass,' I realised, and without any invitation from me; although, let's face it, I was anything but objectionable when he had his fingers in there a moment ago.

Back and forth Scott subsequently directed it; teasingly, I might add.

"Is this what you want? Is this firm enough for you?" Scott mocked, as he somewhat fucked my ass cheeks the way I like a man to fuck my spectacular 38DD breasts.

Again, I was speechless, lest I said something that would otherwise spur him to, dare I say it, ‘nail' my ass, which I'm sure he wanted to do, and I was far from objecting to, especially with the renewed feelings inside my slowly moistening cunt, which Scott had thus far neglected; did I just say neglected?

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, trying my best to take my mind off the enjoyment, so that I wouldn't climax.

"I'm all but fucking your ass with my ‘firm' cock," he enthused, adding an extra thrusting motion, to emphasise ‘firm'.

"What say you turn over, then I can do the other side," he suggested, withdrawing himself from me as he did so.

"Okay, but behave - alright!" I did my best to insist.

Now led on my back, I noticed he'd covered himself up, which made me all the more curious about part of me wanting to see it as Scott applied some more scented oil to his hands.

‘The bastard!' the sexual part of me thought. ‘He's got me worked up, close to cumming, and he's put it away,' I fumed silently, forgetting that I had told him to behave.

Turning his attention to my left leg, Scott raised it up and towards him, stood beside the bed, thereby causing the petals of my moist labia to partially open, and Scott to glare down at my exposed sex as he firmly massaged my lithe ‘pins', with a self confident smirk across his face.

‘You're loving this, you're fucking loving this, taunting and teasing me,' I remarked to myself, as he continued plying the fleshy muscle between the back of my knee and shin; I never was good at remembering those muscle types, not like cock, dick, prick, and, of course, tongue, all of which I love being used on me.

Having rested my leg on his right shoulder, Scott then attended to the balls on my feet, which, considering the walking that I do, need extra attention. ‘Emn, oh yes, that is so, so...stimulating!' I suddenly realised to myself, as my clit perked up, even more so, when Scott, having toyed with my toes, covered them with his mouth and began sucking, paying particular attention to the main one; my toes are far from big.

‘What happened to behaving?' I thought, but he was hardly being direct. It's not like he was sucking or indeed licking my responsive clit, but that's the way it felt. The tingles I was feeling turned to pleasant ripples, which presently became tremors.

Managing to keep my hands by my side, I felt transfixed by Scott's cockiness at what he was doing; getting me off.

"Come on, you stuck up bitch! Play with yourself, you're dying to," he admonished.

Although I've been called far worse, in the throws of getting a good fucking, Scott wasn't; not yet anyway.

Looking up at him, defiantly, I remained otherwise motionless; still needing to ‘get off'. Then, with my leg positioned as it was, he gave my partially exposed left buttock a slap.

"More, harder, do it," I responded fervently, my body trembling with expectation, only for Scott to then throw me over - face down - this time across my bed and with my legs over the side, his side.

Immediately drawing his hands back, Scott placed his left hand, firmly on my back, and once more began spanking my rounded ass cheeks with his right hand.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes, more, harder, please," I appealed to him, as he continued chastising my shapely buttocks.

Once Scott had finished, he told me to remain as I was, with my head down.

Moments after, I felt him push my humid thighs open with his oiled hands; after which, he began massaging my now moist puffy pussy mound.

"Oh yes, fuck! That, that's sooo lovely," I cooed.

"Do you want me to be firmer with you?" he insisted.

"Please, no, just keep doing that...oh yes, and that!" I enthused, as, with the fingers of his other hand, he stroked the lower covered part of my now firm clit.

"Oh yes, oh fuck. I thought, don't stop, Scott, please don't stop...I thought you wanted me to do that," I said, regaining enough composure to remember what I had begun to say.

Subsequently taking my right hand, Scott motioned it down to my pussy; once there, I unhesitantly stroked myself until I came.

Although leaving me like that, doing that, for a moment, I presently felt the head of his firm cock slide between my thighs, making no attempt to enter me with it. God, did it feel lovely to have a man's cock ready, willing and wanting to fuck me.

"I take it you don't want me to...?" I exclaimed, suggesting sucking it for him, although what with it being so hard, there seemed little point in my doing so; maybe latter, then.

"I want to watch you fuck me. I want to see you naked as you ram your hard cock into me," I told him, as my juices permeated from me and onto the head and shaft of his silky smooth erection.

Having again tuned me over, Scott then reposed me so that I was once more led across the bed, only with my head part way hanging off the side of it; his firm prick suspended above my face and notably long.

Responsively, I opened my mouth with agog, upon seeing it hanging there, and with hardly any curvature to it, making it almost straight as it moved back and then down towards my gaping mouth, which was uncontrollably ready to devour the warm fleshy muscle that was poised to intrude upon it.

‘Gulp', I felt my throat respond, as it moved closer, the puffy velvety glans brushing against my moist lips as Scott motioned his cockhead towards its target. ‘Take hold of it,' he directed me.

Extending my right hand, I grasped as much of the hilt as I could get my fingers and thumb around and managed to somehow, in my upside down position, direct the bulbous head between my lips; whereupon, I began sucking, and tantalizingly licking the crown of his cock, from which a small noticeable amount of pre-cum soon permeated, causing me to murmur as I lapped it up.

"So, you like the taste of my cum, that's good, especially for what I've got in mind for you. Now, be a good little slut, and suck my cock all the way down, that way I can fuck your throat with it," Scott luridly insisted, rocking himself forwards as he lent over me.

"Em, your tits are quite nice, much like your ass," he commended, before moving his hands to firmly grab them.

With my hand working his prick back and forth inside the warm surrounds of my mouth, not yet allowing the glans entry to my throat, Scott harshly kneaded my breasts while no doubt fixating on my recently pleasured quim, which was no doubt glowing from my expelled juices.

"Hurmngh," I vociferated, as he began to slowly fuck my mouth, every so often feeling the turgid head of his long cock nudge the entrance to my throat. Then, as he slapped the flesh of both my tits, he firmly fucked my mouth, causing me to soon emit a ‘gluging' sound.

"That's it, slut, take my cock all the way down," he exclaimed, my hand, now nothing more than a passenger around the cock monster that was giving my mouth a piston like fucking.

"Gluh, gluh," I responded, as the head, having penetrated my oesophagus, throat fucked me, which was a whole new experience, and one I felt sure I wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry, especially when, having removed my hand, he held it fully inside me, his groin pressed against my lips and his ball sac touching my closed eyelids as the tumescent glans throbbed inside my throat. I felt sure he would cum at any moment, but somehow, Scott had total control of himself, now doubt saving that for later, after he'd fucked my ass, I'm sure.

With his left hand resting on the bed beside me, and his cock meat fucking my mouth with alacrity, I presently felt a short sharp telling smack of his fingers on my pussy lips, which in turn, caused me to jolt my head upwards, just as he fucked himself into me.

"Em, you like that, don't you," exclaimed Scott smugly, before repeating it a few more times.

Although managing to control my head jerks, my thighs otherwise opened invitingly for his attention, for which I was again close to cumming. ‘Oh, to hell with it,' I thought, and extending my hands to grasp Scott's firm muscular buttocks, I levered myself up and down. Now I was fucking his cock, taking it all the way down and occasionally almost gagging on it, while he continued to chastise and tantalize my swollen cunt and clit.

When I finally released his prick, it was coated with saliva, as were my lips, chin, nose, and anywhere else it had run to. Not having anything to hand to wipe myself, I used the back of my hand, which I then wiped on the bedspread.

"So, you want to watch me fuck you, bitch!" he hissed harshly, "Well! Turn yourself around then," Scott ordered.

Having immediately complied, Scott pulled me back to the edge of the bed by my thighs, before pushing them apart and lowering his cock towards my agonising pussy, which was aching to have him fill her up and harshly fuck.

"Come on, give it to me. Fill my horny fucking cunt with your cock; fuck me with it!" I demanded abruptly, emitting deep seething gasps and sighs as I awaited the voluptuous moment that he would penetrate me to the core of my cervix.

Almost immediately, Scott, having grasped the base of his cock - thereby causing it to swell even more, directed me to hold myself open. Willingly, I parted my labia and exposed the pinkness of my sex to him, feeling a tremble just as, I'm sure, my arousal fluids seeped out and coated it in readiness.

Somewhat teasingly, I noticed him quickly jerk his prick downwards, only to then just as quickly pull it back up.

"Fuck me, Scott, stick your fucking hard cock in my cunt and fuck me!" I again demanded of him.

Then, and with me exposed as I was, the lovely bastard slapped the head of his cock, square down on my pink flesh.

"Oh fuck! Yes, more, do it more, again," I cried out, and Scott likewise responded, soon having me gushing cum like a mini geezer. (As I found out afterwards, I had in fact ‘squirted'.)

With my cooze now coated with the glistening emission, Scott eased the head of his cock monster past my pussy ring, then ‘Wham!' Speared the whole length of his erection deep inside me, leaving it there as I panted deeply and profusely in order to get accustomed to its magnitude and presence.

Pushing my thighs back as far as they would go, almost, Scott retracted himself and then slammed his mighty weapon into me, again and again and again and...it was relentless. There I was, legs and thighs spread open and apart, receiving the kind of fuck I had always wanted and from someone who, up until a short while ago, was a complete stranger and somewhat aloof.

"Yes, that's it, come on, fuck me, I want to feel your groin against me, slapping me, harder, Harder! God dam it," I shouted encouragement, feeling his penetrative motion slap against my pubic bone and clit.

"You want to cum, is that it? Well, what are you waiting for?" he growled, suggesting I once more tend to myself, only this time in front of him.

Moving the fingers of my right hand to my swollen clit, I began stroking it. "Is this what you want to see, watch me get myself off?" I exclaimed resolutely, all the while, Scott banging his long cock, slick from my previous climaxes, into my cunt with aplomb; he may not know how to give me a firm massage, but there was nothing to find fault with the way he was firmly fucking me.

"Oh fuck, yes, like that, harder, more," I cried out, as, with my eyes part closed, I ardently stroked my distended clit, soon causing my body to go into uncontrollable spasm as I once more came.

Through the glazed mist of sexual euphoria before my eyes, I imagined seeing tiny sparks of gold and blue as I came back down from my thunderous orgasm. ‘Oh, ho, herm,' I heard myself utter.

"You liked that, then?" I heard a man's voice say. Was I dreaming? If so, why was there a cock inside me, and a rather long one at that. Just then, a firm hand to my left buttock, followed by a remark about my ‘nice ass', brought me out of my fantasy state.

"Turn over, bitch, let me get a good look at it...come on, don't be shy, not now," he said insistently.

"I suppose you'd like this bitch to spread her ass for you as well?" I proffered, as I assumed the usual ‘bitch' position, on all fours like a bitch dog in heat; well, I was certainly hot for his cock, and besides, he almost followed up his probing fingers with it earlier.

"Like this?" I exclaimed wantonly, my head poised above the bed cover as I invitingly pulled my cheeks apart for his cock to ream my anus. Nothing, no reply came forth from him.

Moments later, I felt oil drizzle down my exposed curple, followed soon after by the velvety head of Scott's cock, which he used to swirl the make do lubricant around the knot of my anal ring.

"Emn, yes, tease me like that, tease my tight bitch asshole," I encouraged him, sensing as he did, another climax start to well up in the pit of my stomach before resonating to my cervix.

"That's it, let me feel you slide it all the way in, then, oh my God, like that, keep going. Oh, oh yes, fill me up, then, fuck me," I responsively told him.

With Scott's cock buried all the way in me to the hilt, he kept it there while I got my breath back. Then, and with no audible (comprehensible) encouragement from me, he slowly withdrew the glistening shaft, no doubt applied some oil to it and then thrust it back into my tight anus.

"Oh fuck! Yes, like that. Fuck my ass, fuck my tight fucking, yes, ass," I cried out.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I uncontrollably uttered, as he reamed me with his lovely long cock monster. Then, when he took hold of either side of my waist, he really gave it to me, slapping my cheeks with his groin while his balls did likewise to my clit.

"Oh fuck, yes, your cock's deep in my ass, it's so fucking deep in my ass," I exclaimed, as he purposefully nailed it.

"Come here," Scott presently said. And taking his right hand from my waist, he reached forward, grabbed my hair into a bunch and jerked my head up.

"Is that, deep, enough, for, you?" he exclaimed, giving short sharp almost stabbing thrusts with each word he delivered.

"Yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass..." I rejoined, non stop, through his relentless onslaught.

"I've got another position for you, bitch!" he presently said through seemingly gritted teeth, giving my ass a final forceful lung of his prick - which he kept there - causing me to recoil forwards and gasp, with added astonishment; not from his harsh treatment, which I welcomed, but his self control of not yet cumming, especially from being in my tight rectum.

Still holding me by my hair, as he reposed me, Scott said: "My cock needs cleaning before I give Mrs Johnson the same."

Having dragged me around so that my heaving breasts were resting on the near side of the bed, Scott told me to spread my thighs, lift my legs up and grasp my ankles, which I obediently did.

"I bet you've tasted your ass juice before, Ann. You may come across as prim and proper to the likes of Roger, but underneath, you're just another slut who loves to get fucked, good and hard, and dirty with it," he ridiculed mordantly.

"Now, open your mouth...that's it, there you go, like a good little whore," he said gloatingly at my compliance.

"You want...you need...you're almost dying to have this cock in your mouth?" Scott said, teasingly waving it around before my gaping mouth.

"Extend your tongue, come on, show me how much you want it," he continued. Then, as I slid my tongue out, he quickly motioned his groin back.

"Not yet, though you don't need to beg for it," he asserted.

Scott then got up onto the bed, and, having knelt behind me, slid his cock into my wet pussy, saying: "I want you to get a taste of both."

Reaching forwards, he then gripped my shoulders with both hands. "You like that, like having your cunt fucked after your ass? Tell me you like it," he ordered, giving my pussy a forceful thrust of encouragement.

"Yes, fuck my cunt, fuck my pussy," I responded to each thrust.

"Tell me you like it!" he insisted.

"Yes, yes, I like it, I like it, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt..." I cried out, as another orgasm gathered momentum and then washed over me like a huge tidal wave.

"Oh fuck, yes, I'm cumming. Oh God, don't stop, don't fucking stop, keep fucking me," I almost shouted, managing to rock myself up and back, in order to encourage the head of his cock - in this position - to rub against my G spot.

"Yes, there, like that, that's it. Oh fucking yes!" I cried out, still holding my ankles as an almighty orgasm blazed a trail through my entire body.

My feat trembled, my calves quivered, my thighs opened and closed - as best they could, and my upper body jerked back as Scott lunged into me, spilling his hot cum, which coated the walls of my vulva as it erupted in forceful bursts.

"Oh fuck, yes," I exclaimed, as our almost combined orgasms, once more set my body trembling.

"I thought you wanted to cum in my mouth," I said, eventually.

"No, I said I wanted you to clean my cock," Scott rejoined gloatingly, as he released my shoulders and then withdrew his almost hard prick from my well fucked and cum filled pussy before climbing off the bed and once more presenting my open mouth with his cock, and a cum and ass juice cocktail.

"Emn," I moaned, as I languidly licked our combined juices from his slowly wilting shaft. Devouring the head soon afterwards, Scott motioned himself back and forth while I rocked myself forwards and back on it.

Leaving me the way I was as he got dressed, I remarked: "I suppose you want me to pay you for that."

"Well, Ann, I did give you a massage, and a very pleasant one at that!" he scoffed, before directing me to release my ankles and get up.

‘Men, can't live with them...and yet, I can't do without them.'