Massage Parlor s****r
“So, how long’s it been?” Hank asked as they moved into the plush waiting room.
“About two weeks,” Kyle answered. He eyed the soft couches but didn’t sit. There was soft music coming from hidden speakers and the scent of sweet flowers was wafting in from the open doorway that led to the private rooms.
“Not since you last fucked, dumbass,” Hank laughed. “How long’s it been since you went home?”
Kyle gave him an evil stare. “Seven years,” he said. “Almost to the day. Thanks for bringing up a sore subject.”
Hank clapped him on his back, laughing all the more. He had a sick sense of humor. Sometimes Kyle wondered why he ever hung out with him. They’d met a few years back in a dive much like this on the outskirts of Paris. Hank had no language skills, whereas Kyle was fluent in several languages. But Hank had money and Kyle…he had funds, but he pretended otherwise. Hank was loud and drew lots of attention, just what Kyle needed to keep himself in the background.
And no matter where they went, Hank knew just where to find d**gs, drink, or pussy. “It’s good to be back,” Kyle said aloud. Back in the States, he meant.
Seven years. Seven years since he’d fled his hometown, his f****y, his life. A long time. Boston was only three hours away from Littleton, and he wondered if his f****y was still there. He wondered if Kim was still there.
Kim. He didn’t let himself think about his s****r much. There was too much guilt there. He’d been s*******n when he’d fled the hell his father had made of their lives. Kim had been twelve. How many times had he lost sl**p over that? Over the fact that he’d abandoned his little s****r to his father’s mercy?
A well-dressed woman appeared in the doorway. “Good evening,” she said. “I’m Mandy. Are you ready for your massages?”
“Hell yeah,” Hank said, snorting laughter. “Bring ‘em on!”
Mandy smiled indulgently. “You’ve very generously paid for a full evening,” she said. “And you’re in luck. You two are our only clients tonight. I’m giving you our best ladies at no additional cost. Now, if you’ll follow me sir.” She indicated Hank. “I’ll take you back first and come back for your friend.”
Hank whooped again as he followed Mandy through the door. Kyle watched them go in some relief. Mandy returned a few minutes later. “Your friend is quite the character,” she said. She squinted at him. “You look familiar. Are you sure this is your first time here?”
Kyle laughed. “Very sure. I’ve been out of the country for awhile.”
“Ah. Well, then. Follow me.” She turned and sashayed down the hall, swinging her hips. Kyle followed, staring at her juicy ass. He was already hard in anticipation. She led him down a maze of hallways to a door painted pink, then through it into a softly lit room. The walls were d****d with cloth making it seem exotic, and the carpet on the floor was thick and shaggy. Mandy indicated a massage table in the center of the room. “Take off all your clothes and lay down on the table,” she said. “There are towels over there if you’d like to cover up. Your lady for this evening is called Star, and I believe I owe you an apology concerning her.”
“Eh?” Kyle said. He was already disrobing. Mandy stared at his chest as it became exposed and licked her lips.
“I promised you our most experienced ladies,” Mandy said. “Star doesn’t have a lot of experience. But she isVERY good at what she does. A natural, I would say. And…my instincts tell me she’s the woman for you. In more ways than one, I think. I’m not sure why. But my instincts are seldom wrong about this.”
“I’m not looking for romance,” Kyle said, removing his pants. Mandy had moved to the door but lingered to admire his body.
“Neither is she, I assure you,” she told him. “Star…well, I shouldn’t say anymore. Enjoy your stay with us, sir. Once you’ve had your shower and feel you’re ready, just press that little button by the doorway. Star will be in shortly after that.” She left, closing the door behind her. Kyle finished stripping and opened the glass door to the shower. Hank knew how to pick the good places, and he had no qualms about cleaning himself before enjoying a whore. If they expected him to be clean, then she would be too.
The soap they provided had no scent and left his skin feeling clean and tingly. He used it on his hair as well, then spent extra time cleaning his crotch. He was achingly hard by the time he got out and reached for the towels. He folded his clothes neatly and lay them on the shelf provided, then he finished towelling himself dry. The towels went into a hamper. He paused to inspect himself. He was as ready as he’d ever be. The massage table didn’t look comfortable enough for sex, but he supposed they’d move to a bedroom before long. He rang the bell.
The table had a place to cradle his face as he lay on his stomach, and it had a recess in the right place to accommodate his erection. He felt a strange excitement, something he didn’t usually feel in a situation like this. Almost like something special was going to happen. A few minutes passed before the door opened again. He didn’t bother to look up. It didn’t matter to him if Star was pretty or not, just that he got the relief he needed.
“Hello,” a soft feminine voice said. “I’m Star.” He could hear her moving around the room. The lights dimmed even further and she lit a few candles. He looked up briefly as she passed. She was exactly the type he liked, score one for Mandy’s instincts. Star was extremely thin, like a model, and her skin was as pale as milk. She was wearing a very thin white silk robe that ended just below her crotch, giving him an excellent view of her thin legs. Her dark red hair hung straight, d****d over her delicate shoulders. He couldn’t see her face from that angle, but that was of no consequence. He did see her hands, though. Long fingers with pink-painted nails. He smiled. Someone he knew once had loved pink too.
Damn Hank for stirring up those memories. Kyle shoved them aside and lay face down again. He WOULD NOT think of the past right now. He listened to Star moving about, opening jars and drawers. He heard the rustle of cloth that he hoped was her robe hitting the floor. Then her hands were on his back, warm and soft, spreading a slippery gel over his skin. “You’ve got an all over tan,” she commented. “Tanning booth?”
He groaned as she swept her hands up his back. She really was good. “I spent the last week in Spain,” he told her. “Nude beach. Very nice.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Europe,” she said. She leaned over his back and he felt small nude breasts brush his skin. “I’m pale as a ghost though. Can’t go out in the sun at all. Hope you don’t mind that.”
Kyle furrowed his brow. “No, I don’t mind,” he said. He hadn’t told Mandy what type of girl he’d wanted. How could she have guessed that pale skin was a big turn-on for him? Or small breasts. He was going to have to give Mandy a big tip.
The table creaked a little as Star climbed onto it. She straddled his thighs, bare flesh on bare flesh, and leaned over his back to run her hands up his spine. He groaned. “You’re good at this,” he said.
“Thanks,” she acknowledged. “But I’m not that experienced. You might be disappointed that you didn’t pick someone else.”
He laughed. “I didn’t exactly pick you,” he said. “Mandy just brought me to you. But I think you’ll do fine.”
She lay on his back until her breasts were pressed to his skin. She was a petite little thing, and light as a feather. It felt wonderful taking all of her weight on him. She planted a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Long, soft hair cascaded over his cheeks, smelling of vanilla. “You’re sweet,” she said softly. She trailed her hot tongue down his back. “How many lovers have you had?”
“Not many,” he said. “I mean, I’ve had more than average I guess. But I wouldn’t call them lovers. That feels nice.”
She reached the bottom of his spine and continued over his ass cheeks, sliding herself to the end of the table. He felt the heat of her pussy on his calf. Then he jumped as she spread his ass cheeks and stuck her tongue between them. “Mmmm,” she said. “You cleaned yourself very well. I admire that in a man.” Her hot tongue flicked over his asshole and the tip found it’s way past his sphincter. Kyle groaned loudly. She continued to lick his ass for a few minutes before finally returning to his back.
“Wow,” he said hoarsely. “That’s new.”
She giggled. “New for me too,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that. I just feel…safe with you. Is that weird?”
“A little,” he said. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know.” She lay over him again and hugged him from behind. “You don’t know me either. That makes us even.”
“How old are you?” he asked, knowing he shouldn’t.
She hesitated. “Nineteen,” she said at last. “Is that too young for you?”
“I didn’t think so. Most men prefer young pussy.” She licked his neck again. “How old are you?”
“Kinky,” she said, but didn’t explain why she thought so. She swung herself around. He saw her feet dangle off the table by his face and felt the heat of her moist cunt on his upper back as she lay on him backwards. She spread his cheeks again and he moaned as her tongue returned to his backdoor. “I want to suck your cock now,” she said.
She lifted one leg and put her foot on the table, lifting her body off him enough for him to roll himself over. He found himself staring up at her sweet pussy, pale flesh surrounding pink, glistening lips topped by a trimmed patch of red pubes. His cock brushed her soft cheek as he settled down, and her hand closed around his shaft right away. She groaned softly. “Damn, you’ve got a big one,” she said. “I’ve never had one this thick inside me before. How long is it?”
He felt puzzled. “Seven inches,” he said. “You really don’t have much experience, do you?”
She planted a soft kiss on the end of his cock. “I’ve got enough,” she told him. “Most guys I’ve been with had little dicks, that’s all. And besides, you know you’re thicker than average. Mmmm.” She closed her lips around the end of his cock and let it slide into her mouth. He groaned and resisted an urge to shove his hips upward. Her lips were thick and pliant and rode down his shaft an inch at a time, bobbing up and down to wet his shaft with her saliva as her delicate hand stroked him into her hot mouth. He could smell her pussy above his face, the odor of arousal that called to him. She reached the bottom of his cock, her pert nose pressing into his balls as she deep-throated him. She came back up with a slurping sound, applying gentle suction.
Kyle groaned. He held her hips and pulled her down. She shifted her legs to lower herself onto his mouth, delivering her sweet cunt to his waiting lips. He covered her pussy with his mouth, running his tongue through her moist slit eagerly. She had a wonderful taste. Clean, yet unmistakably pussy. She began to move her mouth up and down his shaft, using her hand to jack his shaft slick with her spit, her tongue doing magical things. He pushed his tongue into her hole, wondering how many cocks had been in there before and not caring. For tonight, this amazing creature belonged to him.
It had been too long since his last fuck and she was just too good. Within five minutes he knew he was going to cum. She was making moaning sounds around his cock, grinding her cunt on his tongue. Her lithe body quivered, and he wondered if she was faking it. He took his mouth off her pussy long enough to warn her, “I’m gonna cum!”
She pulled off his cock wetly as he expected. Whore’s never swallowed. “It’s okay,” she said, smacking her lips. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” She took his cock in again before he had time to express his surprise. He pulled her cunt back to his mouth, sucking her pussy for all he was worth as she bobbed her talented lips up and down his cock, working her hand on his shaft as her other hand toyed with his balls. She moaned loudly as the first shot of his cum jetted into her mouth. She deep throated him, her tongue fluttering all around his shaft as he emptied himself into her mouth. She slammed her hips down and her pussy began to spasm on his tongue. There was no doubt that she was cumming too. Hot, tangy fluid ran into his mouth even as he filled hers with his salty cum. She made swallowing noises and lifted her head as he began to subside. She stroked his shaft with her hand, milking him, moaning with the head of his cock trapped between her soft lips. She quivered again as another spasm raced through her flaming cunt. He let his head fall back, gasping, as she took his cock from her mouth.
“Oh wow,” she said hoarsely. “I don’t know why I did that. I just wanted to taste your load for some reason.” She began to kiss the length of his shaft. “You taste sweet. You’re a great pussy-licker, by the way.”
“Thanks,” he said, smiling. “I hope you’re not done for the night.”
She laughed. “Not quite. I’m multi-orgasmic. You’re still hard.”
“That’s my gift,” he said. “Especially if a beautiful woman like you keeps kissing it.”
She paused. “I…we have to keep this professional, you know.”
“I know,” he said, realizing that he’d been thinking along other lines. Why did this woman affect him so?
She took his cock back into her mouth, cleaning him. “I’d love to feel this inside me now. Are you ready?”
“You bet.” He rose up onto his elbows as she swung her leg over him, climbing off. She stepped to the carpeted floor and used both hands to push her thick red hair back from her face. She looked into his face smiling…
and the smile faded instantly.
“Kim!” he gasped, recognizing his own s****r.
“Oh my God,” she choked. “Kyle! It’s you!”
She looked different, all grown up now, but he’d never forget that face. That beautiful face. She’d been twelve the last time he’d seen her, and now she looked more mature, and her eyes looked more weary, but it was still his baby s****r he gazed at. And yet a part of him saw her from a different perspective. That part of him took in her nudity, her lovely body, her incredible beauty, and he wanted her in the worst way, like he’d never wanted anyone else in his life.
There were the usual questions. Where had he been all this time? What happened to their parents? How did she come to work at a whorehouse?
“What do we do now?” she wondered aloud. “You’re still hard.” She put her hand onto his cock. He shivered and tried to pull away.
“Kim…we can’t. We’ve done too much already.”
“Exactly,” she said, smiling. “We’ve done too much to go back to being b*****r and s****r, Kyle. Tell me you don’t want to do more.” She sidled closer until their bodies touched. “I want to do more, big b*****r.”
He knew what he had to tell her. She was his s****r, and he was so sorry he hadn’t been around to protect her. As she’d said, their father had killed himself two years after he’d left, consumed by the shame of being caught m*****ing a nine year old boy. Kim had been safe from him the moment she’d sprouted tits at ten years old. Kyle hadn’t left her in any danger at all. But with their father gone, their mother had been hard pressed to support herself and her remaining c***d. And a d**g habit too. She’d gone into turning tricks, and it wasn’t long before she was using her young daughter to entice clients as well. She’d taught Kim to suck a man’s cock at sixteen, but she hadn’t fucked a client herself until she was s*******n. By then, their mother had contracted HIV and was too weak to earn money.
“So, they’re both dead,” he said as his s****r continued to stroke his cock.
“All we have is each other, Kyle,” she told him. “It was fate that you came to my room tonight. I think this was meant to be.”
He reached for her, stroking her cheek lovingly. “I want to think so,” he admitted. “Part of why I left home was you. I mean, the way I felt about you. You were always so beautiful. But you were twelve, and I was afraid…”
She put two fingers on his lips, shushing him. “You thought you’d end up like Dad. How we thought Dad was. You thought you’d m***** me.” She shook her head. “But Kyle, I WANTED you to m***** me. I’ve always wanted you. Every fantasy I ever had as a girl when I started masturbating was about you. I pretend clients are you. Now I have you, and I want my dreams to be real.” She kissed him, and he took her into his arms, holding her tightly as their tongues met for the first time.
“I love you, Kyle,” she whispered between kisses. “I always have. You’ve come back to me. Please don’t leave me again.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I promise.”
She moaned as they kissed again. She took his hand and put it on her small breast. He pulled back so he could admire her body. She’d matured in the years since he’s seen her, but she still had the same sweet shape he remembered. Slender, pale, her breasts not much larger now than they’d been at twelve. But her shape was definitely that of a woman, not a girl. And it hit him why she’d turned him on so much…why this type of woman had always turned him on. He’d always been trying to have his s****r.
And here she was. Groaning, he pulled her to him again. “I want you,” he said. “i****t be damned. I want to make you mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, big b*****r,” she whispered. She pushed away from him gently. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the back of the room. Pulling back one of the gauzy wall-hangings revealed a hidden door. Beyond that was a scene from the Arabian Nights, a huge sunken area filled with silken pillows and hung all about with sheer cloth, lit softly by concealed lamps. She walked onto the cushions pulling her b*****r behind her.
“Kim,” he said as they reached the center and turned to embrace one another, “Once we’ve done this, once we’ve made love, what do we do then?”
“We’re not making love right now,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you should have when I was twelve. We’ll make love later.” She pressed her mouth to his and pulled him down to the cushions.
She let go of him and spread herself out before him. He dropped to his knees in front of her, gazing with unabashed desire at his s****r’s body. She spread her legs wide, face blushing. “How do I look?” she asked.
“s*s,” he croaked. She was so beautiful, the stuff of dreams. His dreams. He’d been running for so long, and now he’d come full circle. He’d come home. His s****r’s body was utterly perfect. She was milky pale because of her allergy to sunlight, he remembered. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain, and she was slender without being skinny. She spread her legs wide and her pussy opened like a flower, bright pink inside and glistening with moisture, her fuckhole beckoning. He fell over her, catching himself on his arms, and kissed her as his hard cock stroked through her slit. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him. She lifted her legs high into the air, offering herself to him completely. They kissed passionately, consumed by a lust they had too long denied.
He rotated his hips and his cock fell into place at her entrance like it had always been meant to be. As he pushed forward, entering her body for the first time, she clawed his back with her short fingernails and moaned loudly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass cheeks urging him to go deeper, to become a part of her. She was so tight, much tighter than he’d have expected of a whore. But she wasn’t a whore. She was his s****r. She was HIS. He eased back a bit then slammed into her, burying his cock in his s****r’s pussy.
Kim screamed and her body stiffened beneath him. “Yes!” she cried out. Her head fell back to the cushions and he could see tears streaming from her eyes. “Oh, Kyle! It’s a dream come true. My b*****r is inside me!”
“Oh, s*s,” he groaned. He eased his cock back and slammed into her again, rocking her body. She yelped. “I’ve wanted this my whole life. I just never knew it until now.”
“Fuck me, big b*****r,” she hissed into his ear. He obeyed, driving his cock in and out of her body with long, steady strokes. He gazed into her beautiful face, contorted now with ecstatic pleasure, her flaming read hair spread around her head like a halo. She was an angel. He was fucking an angel.
Her cunt was incredibly slick. And hot. He’d never experienced anything like this before. She was utterly perfect, so perfect it made him want to cry. Why did she have to be his s****r? Why did she have to be forbidden?
“Kiss me,” she begged, her body shaking violently. He mashed his lips to hers as she panted and moaned loudly. She came like a cannon, her cunt spasming like machine gun fire. He shoved himself into her as deeply as he could and rode out the storm, and as soon as she had relaxed a little he resumed fucking her, sawing his cock in and out of her hot tightness.
“Oh, shit,” she panted. “No one’s ever made me cum by fucking me before.”
He pushed into her as far as he could and paused. “Are you k**ding?” he asked.
She shook her head, flinging hair from side to side. She wiped wetness from her face and pulled his cheek to hers. “I love you,” she whispered. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me cum, Kyle. Ever. I’ve only ever cum before when I did it myself. See? We were meant for each other.”
He moaned deeply and turned his head so he could kiss her. She sucked his tongue eagerly as he began to fuck her again, driving his cock in and out of her strongly. “I’m going to cum,” he told her. “Oh, Christ, I’m going to cum, s*s.”
“Don’t pull out,” she begged. “I’m safe, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me, big b*****r. Fill me up!”
He groaned and slammed into her again and again as his orgasm surged up through his body. Waves of intense pleasure consumed his soul, pouring out of his body and into hers. She hugged her body to his tightly, screaming as another cum rippled through her smaller body. His cum felt white hot as it exploded out of his cock and jetted into his s****r’s cunt. He pushed into her hard as her rippling cunt milked the last drops of his orgasm out of him.
He sagged over her, panting. She held onto him awhile longer as her body jerked and spasmed, her strong orgasm bouncing back and forth from her brain to her pussy in faint aftershocks. Finally her arms and legs relaxed and she splayed weakly on the cushions. He pulled his softening cock out of her and rolled to the side, falling back with a satisfied sigh. A moment later she rolled toward him and threw an arm over his chest, a leg over his lap.
“That was…incredible,” she said, still panting.
He put his arm around her and drew her closer, kissed the top of her head. “We’ve done a terrible thing,” he said.
“i****t?” she asked. “I don’t care. I’ll do it again and again. Forever.” She looked up at his face. “Wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t even have to think about it. “Of course,” he said. “But…you have to quit your job.”
She laughed. “Anything you say, big b*****r.” She inched up so she could kiss him. Her pussy rubbed over his hip leaving a wet trail as his cum flooded out of her. “But you have to promise me something.”
“Don’t say that until you hear what it is,” she warned. She took a deep breath. “I want to be your woman. Your only woman. Promise me.”
“Anything,” he repeated. She squealed in delight and crawled over him, straddling his waist.
“I love you, big b*****r,” she said.
He ran his hands up her lovely naked body. “I love you too, s*s.” They kissed with passion and with a deep, abiding love. They had the whole night ahead of them. And after that, the rest of their lives.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but then again they had no f****y other than each other. No one ever had to know they were b*****r and s****r. “We could get married one day,” he said, thinking aloud.
She rose up to stare hard at him. “Are you serious?” she asked.
He set his jaw firmly. “Yeah,” he told her. “I guess I am.”
“You love me that way?”
“But you haven’t seen me in seven years.”
“I know. But I loved you that way when I left. I’ll love you that way until I die.”
“Oh Kyle,” she swooned and kissed him again. “Take me again, big b*****r. Make me cum again. Fuck me and fuck me. I’m yours forever!”
He pushed her hips down toward his crotch, toward his swelling cock, and gave into the inevitable.