Tom and I have been friends since grade school, but in the past, I have always been a little jealous of him. He is taller, more athletic, and with his outgoing personality, has been a magnet for the girls around him.

In fact, we were together the first time we meet Juice at the gym. It was Tom who struck up a conversion with her, while I quietly listened in the background. Who would have thought that I would have my sexual fantasies fulfilled with Juice and then have it continue with my relationship with Stretch?

It was an early Friday evening when I decided to drive over to Tom’s, to pass on a weekend homework assignment. He was absent for the day preparing for a McGill football game on Saturday.

Ringing the doorbell.

“Hello Mrs. Henderson, is Tom home? I have some assignment notes for him.”

“He is out reviewing films or videos, or whatever you guys do to prepare for a football game,” she said with an absent-minded wave of her hand. “Come in, I was just about to make myself a martini. Would you like one”?

“I have never tried one, but always open to new adventures,” as I followed her inside and closed the door behind me.

I have always felt welcomed at Tom’s house. His mom had a way of making you feel mature even through those adolescent years when most treated you like a kid. She listened to what you had to say, respected your opinion, and somehow made you feel good about yourself every time you left their house.

“Jay, it has been a while since I have seen you. Have you lost weight? Your body seemed to have changed.”

“I have actually gained weight, but because I have upped my training program I think my body may look leaner.”

“Well, whatever it is, it looks great on you.” Feeling her hand touching my side, “Jay, please hand me the shaker from the shelf.”

“Here we go Mrs. Henderson.”

“Jay, it is about time you called me Mary. Mrs. Henderson makes me sound so old, and you know I am fighting this ageing process touch and nail,” she said with laughter in her voice.

“Well I think you are winning that battle,” I said politely but with sincerity.

Mary stood about five foot six inches with an hourglass figure. Her breasts were her prominent feature along with the fullness of her hips. But it was her smile and engaging personality that seemed to draw you in. I remember looking at her older pictures hanging on the wall and making a mental note of how attractive she was. And still is.

“Well, you are so sweet to say so, Jay. Now grab some ice from the freezer.”

I watched as she poured what looked like a quarter bottle of gin, added a splash of vermouth, and then the ice. Placing the lid on the shaker, I watched her body shake and shimmy, reminding me of the old movies and how they used to dance back in the ’60s.

Pouring the contents into oversized martini glasses, she handed me one, “Cheers” she said as she held out her glass waiting for me to clink mine with hers.

“Come let’s go into the living room and you can give me an update of what is happening in your life.”

Taking my first sip of the martini, I wondered how anyone could like the taste. It tasted like rubbing alcohol. My contorted face must have told the story as Mary looked at me and laughed.

“It does take a little getting used to,” she smiled taking a sip from her own glass. “Jay, do you remember the first time you tasted beer? Did you like it?”

“I remember tasting it and wondering why it was so popular. I hated my first one, the second was better and by the third time I began to enjoy it and now I drink it all the time.” And as I heard my own words I realized maybe martinis had to be tried several times before your taste buds adapt to start to enjoy it.

Taking my second and third sip, I felt a warmth flow through my body.

“So Jay, Tom tells me that you are the massage master.”

“Certainly not a master, but I have read a lot about various massage techniques, watched hours of massage videos, and worked with a therapist to give me pointers on my technique.”

“And what techniques have you learned, Tui Na, Shiatsu, Swedish?”

“Actually I try to incorporate a blend of different styles including Swedish, Californian, Thai Yoga, and Tantric.”

“Very interesting,” She continued. "And for massage oil?”

“I only use natural oil made up of sunflower, saffron, and grapeseed oil. I read all the reviews before buying it. It has the right glide to it and be healthy for your skin.”

“And of course you are aware of keeping a distance between the oil and a woman’s private parts.”

“Absolutely, plus I bought a high-quality personal lube just for that reason.” As I heard the words flowing from my mouth I thought discussing personal lube might be revealing more that I wanted to disclose. Trying not to let the words sink in… “So Mary, you seem to know a lot about massage?”

Taking a larger swallow from her glass, “I guess we all have our secrets. Can you keep a secret?” she asked

Taking another smaller sip of the gin, she settled into the sofa as if she wanted to tell me a story.

“I came from a poor family and when it was time to go off to college; my parents had scraped together enough money to cover my first year. But as the second year rolled around I started to accumulate debt. Even though I was working evenings in a grocery store, I could not make ends meet. One day I saw an ad in the local paper for a customer service job. It required an attractive, intelligent, and outgoing person. Training to be provided. Excellent pay for the right person. Well, that ad had my name written all over it so I set up an interview and knocked on the door. I was greeted by Miss Kim, a petite Asian lady who ushered me in.

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“So you come for job? You pretty lady.”

“Yes,” I responded, “And thank you.”

Miss Kim continued, “I run a very fine massage establishment and I am over my head with clients. You can help me?”

“I don’t know anything about massage.”

“I train you. I give you excellent training. You pretty girl. You make lotsa money. You like money?”

“Yes, I need money for school.”

Miss Kim continued, “I was poor like you when I come to Canada. Young girl, trained to be expert massage. I didn’t speak good English like I do now. I set up spa, but very few people come. I was losing money every month. I knew I had to do something different or my ass would be on boat back to China. I not want that. One day when I was giving professional massage I let me hand slide under the towel covering my client’s waist and started to play with his man thing. You know what I mean?”

Not waiting for a response, she continued, “It turned out that men enjoyed having their man thing played with and he left me biggg tip. So I slowly starting offering it to more gentlemen. Soon my business began to grow bigger than one hundred cocks,” She said laughing at her own joke. “As I expanded my services my tips got bigger and more and more clients came for professional massage and other services. Now too many clients! I need help. You very pretty. You have big tits not like my tiny ones. You make lotsa money. You like money?” She asked again.

“So what do I have to do? I asked.

“Simple, they want massage, you give them massage, they want hand job, you give them hand job, they want sucky-sucky, you give sucky-sucky, they want full menu, you give full menu. Simple.”

But before I could say anything, she continued, “But the best part is that you earn money enough in three months to pay for school for whole year. So you start Saturday. OK, dea.l”

Like being hit by a tornado, my head was spinning as she held out her hand, I instinctively reached out to shake.

~~~

“So Miss Kim did give me excellent training in therapeutic but also ways to please a man that I would have never dreamed of. She could handle a man’s stick shift better than any Formula 1 driver. But she was however wrong in telling me that my school fees would be covered in three months… It only took two. Miss Kim gave me the working name Barbie because of my blonde hair and big bust. So Jay, what do you think about my secret?”

Almost intoxicated listening to her story, or it could have been the martini, I kept trying to cover my crotch, embarrassed to have my cock pop up in front of Tom’s mom.

Mary looked at my hands covering my crotch. “Looks like you have a pressure built up there,” she laughed. “Telling you about my past life also stirred the emotions in me as well. Jay, Are you interested in persuading Barbie to come out of retirement?” she asked as she moved my hand away from my crotch to hers.

I wasn’t sure if I was more excited at learning new techniques from a professional erotic massage provider or the fantasy of being with an older desirable woman. In any way, the answer was a resounding, “Yes.”

“Finish your drink, go take a shower, and meet me in the den.”

As I finished the last contents of my glass I stood up only to realize that the alcohol had gone to my head. This drink was stronger than any beer I was used to drinking. Heading up to the bathroom I made sure I held on to the handrail.

As I exited the bathroom in a towel, I saw Mary sitting wearing a baby blue lace negligee. Her ample breasts pressing hard against the almost see-through material. Her long blond hair was now braided and gave her face more definition.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you,” she said. “I know that I am ten pounds heavier than when I was at my prime.” She rose and moved toward me, taking my hands and guiding them toward her full ass, her breasts pressed up against my chest.

“Mary, I mean Barbie, I think your curves are womanly and you are still very sexy and desirable.”

“You are such a liar Jay, but I do love that you said that,” as she planted a kiss directly on my lips. Her tongue pressed open my mouth and dived deep inside me looking to dance with my tongue. Her lips were hungry as she sucked on my upper and lower lips into hers. Her hands reached for my towel and discarded it to the side.

She looked down approvingly at my manicured bush and gently slid her hand under my cock enjoying the size and weight of the growing treasure that she was holding. I could see quite quickly that massage was not the first thing on her mind. A yoga mat was covered by a sheet lay on the soft carpet of her den.

With an evil smile, she played with my balls and said, “Jay and Barbie are going to have a good time together.” She led me over to the sofa and had me lean against the back of it with my legs spread and body at a slight angle. If felt like something the police might do, having you lean up against your car as they frisked you.

“Now don’t move without permission,” She cautioned me.

Barbie moved in front of me and tantalizingly removed her negligee like a stripper performing for an appreciative crowd. At first, she turned her back toward me and lifted her lacey negligee over her head revealing her firm round ass. I watched as she ran her hands down her soft curry flesh and how she giggled her ass for my entertainment. Spreading her legs, she reached down to touch her toes and looked at me through the triangle of her legs, leaving her full breasts dangling toward the floor.

Slowly rising up, she turned her head to look at me before turning her naked front toward me. I could instantly see that her pussy was cleanly shaved. Her eyes followed mine and she placed a finger into her pussy and then into her mouth.

“Do you like what you see?” she smiled again. She then grabbed her large breasts and with a darting tongue was able to lick her nipples alternating from one breast to the other. As she toyed with them her nipples became more prominent.

I am a guy that is used to touching and controlling. Being glued to this couch was both frustrating and exciting. I saw her reach for a bottle of oil, and pour it over her naked body, moving it all around, ensuring all her flesh was fully covered. Her hands returned to her breasts and pussy giving them additional attention, teasing me more by licking her lips pretending her fingers were my cock

Barbie with her shiny slippery body walked behind me and leaned against my back. Her breasts pressed against me as she slowly moved them up and down, leaving a trail of oil wherever she touched. I saw her reach for the bottle of oil then felt her oily hands massage my back, my butt, and my balls. Again her breasts, now more slippery than before, moved up and down my naked back. I thought I would explode as she massaged my ass with them.

I swore to myself that once I was released from this virtual bondage that Barbie would get her due. I felt my ass cheeks spread apart and my anus, being stimulated. I was not sure if it was her fingers or her tongue, but it still felt amazing. I think I got my answer when I felt her taking small bites from my ass. She seemed to enjoy it when I yelped and jumped in discomfort.

The more uncomfortable I was, the more she seemed to relish the moment. As I looked down, I saw Barbie had moved, now sitting between my legs, cock in hand, wondering what mischievous torment she could instill on me. She lifted my cock and licked my clean-shaven balls, moving from one side to the other, taking one, then the other, then amazingly both into her hungry mouth. With all the porn I have watched I had never seen a woman do that.

As she withdrew my balls I heard her gasp as her normal color returned to her face. She then attacked my cock with a vengeance. I watched as it disappeared deep down her throat with her lips perched against my shaven bush. Fuck, this woman could deep throat.

She clamped down on the base of my cock and slapped her face with it. Licked my pee hole and continued slapping her face and cheek.

I was willingly being abused by her. She took continued to delight in my discomfort and showed no remorse. She slid out from under my legs and again focused on my ass. This time there was no question that her tongue was controlling her magic. But then a slippery finger probed my butt hole. I squirmed but I could not evade the pressure of her probing. The more I wiggled the deeper the penetration felt. As she probed, I felt her lift up and whisper into my ear.

“Are you enjoying this, dear? Because I am… “

“I will get my revenge,” I hissed back. My hands still glued to the sofa.

“Then let me do something to you to really get back at me,” she laughed as she walked away for a moment, returning with a ping pong paddle.

“I am not usually good at racquet sports but ping pong is one exception.” And with that comment I heard a whish and a smack as the paddle hit my left cheek, then my right one and back and forth many times before taking a break. This scene reminded me of the games Yvette and Jacques must be playing together.

The smacks hurt. My ass stung. My knees would buckle slightly with each additional smack. But I would not give her the satisfaction of saying stop. Throughout the pain and abuse, my cock stayed hard and erect.

Throwing the paddle to the side, Barbie reached around and now toyed with my nipples… pinching and squeezing them in a manner more painful than playful, her pelvis grinding against my ass as if trying so hard to stimulate her clit. But the more pain and discomfort I endured the more resilient I became knowing my turn would come.

Finally, after about an hour of this long drawn out torture, she allowed me to release myself from the virtual shackles that bound me to the sofa.

With a sneer on my face, I said, “It is my turn to play.”

Released from my virtual cuffs I went wild as a caged dog who hadn’t been feed for days. I pushed her back against the wall and circled my hand tightly around her neck. I squeezed at her slender throat as her eyes focused on mine, but she made no move to remove the chokehold. As her face turned from red to white to blue, I released my grip allowing air to flow back through her lungs. Mary seemed to know my personal limits would stop me from doing any real damage.

But I was still a man on a mission. Cradling one breast from underneath, I slapped it with my other hand, then again and again before moving on the other breast until both were a shiny shade of red. But with each slap, it seemed to stimulate her more. Instead of a yelp of pain, she seemed to purr with pleasure. It was frustrating, yet so erotic, that she could channel negative energy into her pleasure sensors.

“Well you like playing with nipples, well so do I,” as I pinched them with greater force than I thought warranted. She reacted but never asked me to stop. In fact, the smirk on her face was almost a challenge to see if I was man enough to handle her. I wasn’t sure if I was or not, but I wasn’t stopping yet.

With her hands behind her head, I licked my finger and gently stroked her clit. Her hips moved forward to try to add to the pressure, but I moved farther away. If one thing I had learned was to tease and this bitch was going to feel my patience. Again I licked my fingers and grazed her engorged clit. Again she pressed forward, again I pulled away. I used the tip of my tongue to continue my torture, every once and a while giving her clit a firm lick which her body would thank me for. Then I would go back to teasing her some more.

“You bastard, Jay,” were the words that slipped from her lips.

“So you can give it, girl, but have trouble taking it,” I smiled at my retort. For her the pain was comforting but the teasing was unbearable. I started to probe her pussy with two fingers, her face pleased that the teasing had stopped. Her cunt was wet and her muscles clamped down on my fingers as I moved them in and out. I played with the spongy G spot at the entrance of her pussy. My fingers were wet with her juices. Every so often I would bring them to her mouth and watch her suck her pussy juices which she obligingly did. My cock was leaking more precum than I have ever experienced.

Not quite finished with my revenge, I spread her pussy lips and began rubbing the thicker outer lips. They were red and engorged from all my previous manipulation. I spread them further apart and allowed my tongue to dine on the sweet pink flesh of her inner circle. Moving my tongue north I circled it around her swollen clit, varying the pressure keeping her body off balance. Finally, I began sucking at her clit like a baby nursing from its mother’s breast. I felt Mary react to this as her breathing became faster and more erratic. And then came a series of primal grunts which I can only guess was an orgasm.

This woman was mine to control. I felt like a Dom in one of those porn vids. I grabbed her ponytail and walked her around like a dog on a leash, ending up at the mat on the floor.

“Kiss my feet, NOW!”

Assuming a submissive position on the ground Mary followed my instruction without hesitation and with no lack of passion.

“On your back, you poor excuse for a whore.” I moved toward her face and squatted over it. Show me what kind of ass licker you are.”

Her hands now free to move, cupped my ass cheeks while her talented tongue played with my oh, so sensitive butt. The sensations of her tongue against my ass bud sent exquisite waves of pleasure throughout my body. Until this encounter, I was not aware that this body part could be so stimulated.

“Now show me what a good a cock sucking slut you are,” as I pressed my cock deep down her throat. Normally I would let the woman control the speed and pace but I wanted to gag her and watch her face turn blue. This woman had reached so far into my soul that she dragged up everything that was dark and evil inside me. But the more I insulted and humiliated her, the more she seemed to thrive on it.

“Spread your legs, whore, I am going to fuck that cunt as you have never felt before,” as I mounted her from the front. I watched her eyes watching as my cock dropped into her waiting cunt. I saw her bite her lip with pleasure as I started to pump my hips up and down. She met every thrust with an equal and more powerful thrust, once lifting her hips and lifting me right off the ground.

I fucked her like a sex-crazed addict, but she kept saying to fuck her harder. Her fingers were fiercely rubbing her clit and I knew the end was near for her along with myself. Her hands pushing my ass and forcing my cock deeper inside her, giving me the rhythm she wanted and needed. I was sure that her finger imprints would be with me for several days. I looked down between my legs and watched as my piston rod cock pounded into her womanhood.

As I pounded her I felt the first wave of pleasure start its journey through my body. It is a feeling that your orgasm is en-route and there is no stopping it now. I pushed harder and faster knowing that the volcanic explosion was ever-present. With three more strokes I yelled out, “I am cumming,” and started to unload what felt like buckets into her warm haven of pleasure. Her body moved under me as I watched the waves of orgasm surge through her body as well.

Completely spent I feel on top of her ample breasts and waited to regain my breath and my pulse to return to a near-normal beat. Our still oily bodies covered with sweat.

“I am sorry if I hurt you at all. It is just that you triggered something dark inside me that I could not control. That was an amazing experience, although my ass still stings,” I said jokingly.

“No need to say you are sorry, for I was the puppeteer and anything that I drew out from you was all that I wanted and craved. It has been years since I have experienced a moment like we just experienced together. Miss Kim taught me many things. She taught me the largest sex organ in the body is the… the brain. If you can stimulate the brain the rest of the body will gladly follow.”

Standing up and getting dressed, “Remember,” she said looking into my eyes “You fucked Barbie, not Mary. Mary is Tom’s mother and a really sweet lady.”

Upon leaving the house I gave Barbie a deep goodbye kiss on the lips and shook Mary’s hand, asking her to have Tom call me about some homework when he returns.

Walking home, I replayed the event in my head, wondering when I would have my next martini.