Getting back into my usual routine was harder than I thought it would be, but I only had two appointments left in the day so I managed to fumble my way through and by the end I was back in my work mentality. Seeing off the final client to Jessica, I went back to my space without engaging in any banter with her since I wasn't entirely sure whether I wanted to open that door.
Olga had told me not to fuck clients. Strike.
And she told me if I did, to not get caught. Half strike?
And, if I did, to fuck the ones that pay the membership dues. That one I wasn't sure on since Eden was getting her membership through a divorce settlement.
I cleaned up my space, restocking everything I would need for Monday morning. I assumed once the Club managed to hire more massage therapists we'd be working on the weekend as well, and I could only hope since I'd have seniority over them so that I would get to keep my current schedule. Looking forward to a real weekend felt pretty good.
Shutting off the lights, I went back out to the lobby and saw that Jessica was gone for the day, sparing me any teasing or questions. I headed towards the staff change rooms and my attitude took a turn when I saw Marissa heading towards them as well from the other end of the corridor.
"Hey, Izzie," I said. "All wrapped up for the day?"
"Oh, hey. Yeah," she said. Marissa looked tired - she'd worked the morning breakfast and brunch in the restaurant, and then took a shift as a snack cart girl out on the golf course for the afternoon. "Here, at least. I picked up a shift over at the shelter tonight."
"Whoa, are you sure about that?" I asked. "You're looking pretty beat."
"No, I'm fine," she said, shaking her head. "Some coffee with dinner, and maybe an energy drink once I get there, and I'll be fine. My back is just killing me a bit, those carts don't have much in the way of shock absorbers."
I gave her a considering, and honestly somewhat patronizing, look as I let out a deep sigh. "Alright, come on," I said, gesturing back the way I'd come.
"What? No, I'm heading home," she protested.
"Marissa," I said. "Either you're coming to my space, or you're coming over to my place so I can work out that back. Your one shoulder is sitting higher than the other and I can literally see the stress on your face. This is what I do, just let me do it."
Now it was her turn to give me a considering look as she pursed her lips and then sighed practically in defeat. "Fine," she said. "But you know I'm not supposed to be in the Spa area."
"All the main staff are done for the day," I assured her. "And any members are just going into the sauna rooms. It'll be fine."
Marissa, apparently, had never been in the Spa so I got to give her a super-fast tour before I walked her down Massage Alley and to my room.
"Alright," I said, flicking the lights and glass frosting on. "Take off your top and get under the top sheet, just shout when you're ready."
"Where are you going to be?" she asked.
"Just out here," I said, heading for the door.
"Oh," she said. "I figured you just ... were around naked people all day."
I chuckled. "Izzie, what kind of pervy profession do you think I'm in?"
"Apparently less than I thought," she sighed with a smile.
I stepped out, and within about thirty seconds she called me back in. Marissa was under the sheet, looking up at me without her glasses on, causing her to squint just a little. It was kind of cute, but I spotted her glasses on the counter and picked them up. "You can keep these on," I said. "I'm not massaging your eyeballs."
She snorted a little and grinned. "Yeah, I don't know what the protocol here is, obviously."
"It's fine," I said and went and got my oils. I didn't bother with the holsters, just setting them on the counter nearby. "All you need to do now is relax, OK? I'm not going to lie, some of this might hurt for a bit if I find a really tense area, but I promise you'll feel better after."
"OK," she nodded after a deep breath.
I oiled up my hands, rubbing them together to get the liquid a little warm, and then pulled the sheet down Marissa's back. "Um, OK," I said. "Izzie, I can do this with your athletic bra on if you want, but it'll be a lot easier with it off and it's going to get oils on it that might stain it."
She winced and glanced back at me. "I figured. It's just uncomfortable to lay on my stomach without the compression."
"Your breasts make it difficult?" I prompted her, entirely clinical.
She blushed just a little. "Yeah," she said.
"That's totally fixable," I said, and went to my selection of bolsters and pulled out one that was a wedge shape, but two semi-circle holes were cut into the sides so that it looked kind of like an I with a fat bottom. "Here," I continued. "I'll step out again. Just lay this on the table so your head is nice and comfy on the raised bit."
Another thirty seconds later, Marissa called to me from inside the room. "Oh my God, Trevor. This thing is amazing!"
I chuckled and went back in. Marissa was lying on the bench with the wedge under her. It started around her hip area and lifted her abdomen at a slight angle, and her breasts sat in the cutouts while her head remained raised. I could see the expanse of her side boob from one side, and she was definitely filling out the cutout.
"Can I take this thing home with me?" she asked. "I haven't slept on my stomach since I was like thirteen because of these things."
"It's not mine to give away," I said. "But I can give you some good websites to order one from."
I reapplied oil to my hands and went to work. Marissa was a little ticklish on her sides, but once I'd gotten her warmed up on her lower back and she'd gotten used to the feeling of my hands, I started moving higher. She had a build that was similar to Rachel Killian - generally fit, but holding a curvaceous softness that made massaging her skin feel just a little pillowy. Her back had a few little moles and freckles that made her feel more real, and her deep breathing told me she'd already moved into 'massage brain.'
It was just under her shoulder blades that I started to find the tense spots, and soon Marissa was groaning in pain as I found them and started working them out.
"Marissa, you really need to find time to relax," I told her quietly. "Your shoulders are knotted up like crazy, and I can tell it's both physical and emotional stress. I'm happy to do this for you again, but you're running yourself ragged. What do you do for fun?"
She blushed. "I don't know. Work?"
"That's not fun, Izzie," I said. "Just do me a favour and pick a night to not work, and take a bubble bath or something. I don't need my funny, pretty and intelligent work buddy burning out and abandoning me."
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Oh, you won't lose me for another year at least," she murmured, then winced as I hit another spot. "I've got one more year on my post-grad, plus however long it takes to find an actual career job."
"Well, I'm looking forward to a year of our banter," I said. "But that only happens if you find a way to relax."
It took about twenty minutes to work my way through all the knots in her back, shoulders and up her neck. She let me work, and I kept her talking about the annoyances of her jobs. How the semi-sloshed members tended to hit on her, and how she played it up for the tips. How some of the other waitresses pissed her off by being lazy. How Barry the cart maintenance guy asked her out almost every single day - he did it fairly respectfully, so it wasn't really sexual harassment, but it was getting old.
"Alright, Izz," I said, my hands softly rubbing the outside of her shoulders. "We can stop here, but a lot of your physical stress is coming from carrying around those breasts of yours, and that weight can cause havoc on your collarbone and upper chest too. If you're comfortable with it, I'm going to cover you with the sheet again and then you can roll over onto your back.
"Sure," she said softly. "Whatever you say, Doc."
That made me grin a little. "I'm not a doctor," I said, raising the sheet over her.
"And my name isn't Izzie or Izz, but you keep calling me that," she teased me a little. "And right now, you're definitely Doctor Feelgood."
We got her turned over, and I pulled the wedge out from under her and adjusted the sheet so that it kept her modesty, but gave me access to her upper chest. This still meant I got a pretty clear look at the size and shape of Marissa's breasts as they pressed up against the sheet. They were big, bigger than I'd even guessed, I could see the soft bumps of her nipples.
"Just close your eyes," I told her. "This should only take about five minutes."
"Alright," she said quietly.
I went to work again. The muscles around her collarbone weren't that bad, though some of my shoulder and neck work might have eased them already, but her upper chest had big lines of stress-strain and I had to work on one side at a time with both hands, moving her arms into different positions to work the attaching muscles.
This was the kind of massage therapy that was really interesting and kept me focused. Marissa became less a person and more a mechanical puzzle for a few minutes, a body of muscle tissue and bones that needed to be aligned properly.
I only got knocked out of that mindset when I noticed that the sheet had shifted lower on her chest, revealing a great deal of cleavage, and I tugged it back up into place. "Whoops, almost started popping out there," I chuckled.
"That should be the title of my autobiography," Marissa joked, making me laugh.
I finished with her chest, accompanied by some pained grunting from Marissa. "Alright, Izz," I said. "All done for now. It's impossible to get everything all at once the first time. Your body has been carrying that stress and physical tension for way too long. We can do this again sometime next week when you're free, but for now, I'll step out so you can get your bra back on, and then I'll show you some quick stretches you can do with a tennis ball to help relieve some of it yourself at home."
Marissa agreed, and I stepped out. What I wasn't expecting was to hear her start crying.
I opened the door a crack without looking in and knocked. "Marissa, are you OK?"
"God, yes," she said. "I just stretched my arms a little and it was like I had an entirely new body, Trevor. Fuck. I'm just- I feel so relieved."
"Take your time," I said with a grin.
That right there was the best kind of response I could get from someone. I'd only gotten it once before during my practical placements through college. Getting it again with Marissa made me a little giddy and lightheaded. Eventually, she called me back into the room, and I showed her some arm and back stretches that would help her out, along with how to use a tennis ball on her chest to work out some tension. It wasn't perfect, but it would hold her over if things got really tense before she could get another massage.
She waited around for me while I cleaned and reset the room, and then we walked to the staff changing rooms together. Marissa had me give her my number before we split apart.
That night I went back to my place feeling like a king. I'd changed a beautiful friend's life with my knowledge and skills. And I'd gotten the best blowjob I'd had in my life from Eden.
Once I'd had dinner, I texted Eden.
'Good evening, Eden. This is Trevor.'
It was a couple of minutes before I got a response. 'Hey babe! I'm so glad you texted. Your slutty MILF is going to be all alone tomorrow after my ex picks up Oscar at ten. Do you want to come over and 'work my flowerbed'?'
'You are such a bad, naughty MILF, ' I texted back. 'Since your flowerbed hasn't gotten any attention for a while, I assume it's going to need some rough treatment. A thorough ploughing and some deep planting?'
She didn't respond with words. Instead, I got a picture - it was her, topless, with her left nipple sucked between her lips and the little golden nipple ring on her right one getting tugged by her perfectly manicured nails.
I took a chance and sent her back a picture of my cock, mostly covered by the shorts I'd thrown on when I got home, but the waistband lowered enough to show off the root.
She sent me back a panting emoji and her address.
That would have been the uncontested highlight of my night (getting my dick sucked, and making Marissa cry tears of relief, still dominated the day), except an hour later I got another picture message, but this time it was from an unknown number.
'Hey Doc. I'm still tingling and feel light all over. I realized I didn't even leave you a tip, so I hope this works. Just for you! Don't show them around.'
And right after it was a mirror selfie of Marissa, naked from the waist up, in what looked like some sort of a sterile workplace washroom. Her breasts were big and heavy, hanging from her chest as only EE cups or larger could. Her areola were soft ovals, a super pale pink, and her nipples were nice little bumps standing and seeking attention. She was smiling prettily, her frameless glasses replaced by wide, circular ones with thin black frames, and (other than getting a topless pic in general) I was surprised to see she had a septum piercing that really suited her face shape and turned her from that 'sexy librarian' look she kind of had deeper into the gothy vibes I'd read from her.
'Izzie, you just brightened up my evening. That is definitely a tip I appreciate a hell of a lot. Also, the piercing looks so good on you!'
She sent me a kissy face emoji. 'Glad you liked it. I don't usually do that and felt so nervous.'
'You shouldn't. You're gorgeous. (And have I mentioned funny and intelligent, too?)'
She sent another kissy face emoji. 'Flatterer. OK, I need to get back to work. Have a good night!'
I wished her a good shift, and went back to my TV show, but was almost immediately interrupted by another picture text.
It was Eden, holding up two slimy fingers and biting her lip at the camera. 'I'm so wet right now thinking about tomorrow. Haven't even been touching myself. See you tomorrow, babe!'
I blew out a long, slow breath.
Part of me wanted to ring up one of my buddies from college just to brag to them about how fucking well my life was going.
I rang the doorbell of the address Eden had given me. It was a beautiful place, a one-floor bungalow in the wealthy area of town that I had to assume she'd moved into following her divorce.
One thing I noticed early on was that her flower beds were, in fact, already neatly arranged and done up nicely. This wasn't some sort of honeytrap to get me to do yard work.
I could hear the click of heels on hardwood on the other side of the door, and then Eden opened it and I was a little stunned for a moment. "Hey, kiddo," she said in a sultry voice, her voice low and husky with arousal. She was wearing that slinky green dress that I remembered from the day I'd picked up Daisy for our prom almost four years ago. Somehow it fit her even better now, or maybe that was just my lizard brain appreciating the larger amount of cleavage she now had. She was also wearing a matching pair of heels, along with some gold bangles on her wrists and ankles, and gold hoop earrings. Her makeup was done up for a classy night event at Greenmeadow, which favoured her natural beauty more than make up for a night out at a dance club would.
There wasn't any point in waiting. I growled somewhere in my chest and stepped forward, picking her up and kicking the door closed behind me as I carried her deeper into her house. She giggled and laughed at my aggressiveness, and I planted her on the first couch I saw in the open area living space.
I kissed her hard, and she met me with the same passion, our tongues battling as she clawed at my shirt and I held her cheeks in my hands. The kiss ended and I stayed close, looking into her eyes for a long moment, seeing the same desire there that I was feeling. I kissed her again, mashing our lips for a moment, then knelt in front of her and pulled her hips off the edge of the couch seat and pushed the hem of the dress up her bare thighs.
Eden wasn't wearing any panties, and her perfect little pink slit was glistening with her arousal. I didn't hesitate, quickly moving in and slurping up the excess natural lubricants before starting to work more properly at eating her out.
"Oh, oh my God," Eden moaned quickly. "Oh, no, oh my God! Trevor. Oh, you're really good at that."
I pushed her thighs wider, the green dress sliding up over her hips, and I looked her in the eyes as I tongued her.
"Ung, do you actually get turned on doing that?" she asked me, clutching at her knees to keep her legs open for me, her pretty lips pouted open from the fast pleasure I was pushing on her.
"You taste so fucking good," I said between licks.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed out. "Oh, my God." And then she sighed with a girlish, sexy moan.
"Just relax and enjoy, you naughty fucking MILF," I said.
"Hooooo-kay," she moaned, relaxing back on the couch and closing her eyes.
She breathed deeply, letting out little moans for a bit, but her eyes snapped open when I moved up to her clit. "Oh! Fuck, that's really good. Oh, Trevor, fuck. My clit. My clit!"
I reached up and pulled the shoulders of her dress down, revealing her naked tits, and used one hand to fondle them while I brought the other to work on her pussy, teasing her entrance with a finger as I played with her clit on my tongue.
"Hmmmm, huh," she groaned and then started letting out little giggles in between the wordless moans.
I slowly inserted a finger into her, feeling her hot, wet insides immediately begin to squeeze and massage my digit.
"Oh. My God," she hummed and started blushing as she looked down at me between her legs. "No one's ever eaten me. I feel so shy."
"Everyone else was a complete idiot," I told her. "I want to devour this needy little MILF pussy for at least an hour."
"Ooooh, fuck, Trevor," she moaned, and she put one of her legs over my shoulder, her foot resting on my back with a little jingle of the two golden anklets she was wearing.
I soon added a second finger and started to finger fuck her as I raised up and made eye contact with her, both of us staring into the soul of the other as our horny minds willed each other for more.
The first orgasm came on quickly for her. "Oh, oh wow!" she hummed, then started mewling softly as she let go of her knees and grabbed both of her breasts, clawing them a little as her stomach rolled and she pushed her mound up at me. "Fufffffuuuuck, hmmhmmhmm," she tensed and then released in a warm, rich laugh.
The second and third orgasms came at a steady pace as I ate and fingerfucked her, alternating squeezing her breast and playing with her nipples or tugging on her nipple piercing. Each time she laughed at the end of it, that warm, rich sound as her body relaxed.
For the last one, I changed my tactic, intentionally seeking out her G-spot and starting to tap on it.
"Oh, fuck! Trevor, what was that?" she gasped.
"Pleasure," I told her. "Relax your core." I pressed down with the heel of my other palm right on her mound and stomach. "Relax, relax, relax," I told her. "Just ride it out, no matter what happens."
I pressed more firmly on her g-spot, and she grabbed her tits again as she took hard, shallow breaths.
"Trevor, oh my God, Trevor," she gasped. "That feels- that feels-"
Her pussy started to get sloshy and I slurped them up, twisting my head to the side to make my lips fit in between my two hands.
"Don't you fucking come yet," I ordered her. "Hold it, Eden. Don't come yet."
"Uh- uh?!" she asked wordlessly, confused but trying to do what I said, bearing down.
"Proper MILFs only come when they are told, Eden. And you're my proper, horny, slutty, whore of a MILF, right?"
"Ffffuuuuck, Trevor," she groaned, practically vibrating in place as I fingerfucked her, mashing her g-spot. "Yes, I'm your slutty little fucking horny MILF. I want you so fucking bad, Trevor. I want you to fuck me any way you want. Turn me into your MILF whore. Fuck it into me, babe, please! I need to come so badly, babe! Please let me come for you, Trevor. Please, I need it, it's so close, I can't- I can't-"
"Let it go, Eden. Come for me," I told her.
She released, and a spray of her female ejaculate sloshed around my fingers and wrist, spattering across her abdomen and thighs, down on the couch, and all over my face. Eden howled as she let loose, her pussy clamping and pulsing as I kept working my fingers in her even though I couldn't properly thrust them in and out. Her eyes rolled back, and her clit, swelling from the blood flow, got a heavy kiss from me as I let her loose a second spray down my chin and neck, covering the front of my shirt and pants.
"Hunh, hunh," she panted, coming down from the orgasm in a collapse of released tension. "Oh. Oh my God. What- What was that?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
"That, Eden, was you orgasming so hard you squirted," I said. Then I stood and picked her up in my arms. "We'll need to clean up later, but right now I'm taking you to your bed and fucking you."
She kissed me as I carried her, uncaring that I was smothered in her juices and smell, getting it smeared all over herself as well. She directed me to her bedroom and I tossed her on the bed as she laughed happily, and then I slowly pulled the dress off of her as she bit her lower lip sexily and watched me with a little smile. Joining her array of jewellery was a thin golden chain around her waist.
"God, you are perfect," I said, crawling onto the bed and looming over her so I could kiss her.
"You're not so fucking bad yourself, though you aren't nearly naked enough," she teased and giggled as she plucked at my shirt. "How the hell did you get so good at that?"
"Patience, and practice," I said as I stripped off my wet t-shirt and started unbuckling my belt. "And I plan on putting in a lot more of it with you."
"Yes, please, God," Eden grinned. "Be as patient as you want with me. But don't forget to be rough, too. I'm serious, I want you to make me your little MILFy whore. Anything you want, just take it, babe."
"So if I want this mouth?" I asked and lowered my lips to kiss her hungrily.
"Take it," she moaned once I pulled away. "Kiss me. Make me suck your cock. Fuck my face, make me choke on your cock in my throat."
"And if I want these amazing MILF tits?"
"They're yours. Suck them, twist them. Yank on my piercing. Bite them and give me a hickey. Fuck them with your big, fat cock."
"And what about this?" I asked, palming her pussy and sliding my middle finger back into her.
"Oh, that's yours already," she moaned. "She'll never be the same after that, babe. But you still need to fuck her good. Plough her hard," she giggled. "Really make sure you work your name into it because that's one needy, neglected cunt."
"And what about this?" I asked, sliding my middle finger out from her pussy and down further, tapping at her asshole.
She sucked in a breath at the first contact, eyes going a little wider, but she nodded. "I've tried with toys down there, but never with a partner. If you want it you can have it, Trevor. You can be the first and only person to fuck my MILF ass and stretch it around your thick cock if that's what you want."
I leaned down and kissed her again, pressing my body down on hers. When it ended, she helped me strip off my underwear, socks and shoes and got on her knees, sucking my cock fast as I ran my fingers through her short, golden hair, tugging at her scalp.
Then I pushed her away, onto her back on the bed, and she pulled her legs apart so that I could mount her. Pushing into Eden was, for just a moment, like touching heaven as I felt her entrance stretch to accommodate me, and then I was slowly sliding into her.
"Oh, fuck, babe. Oh my God, that's huge," she yipped. "Oooh, motherfucker, that's so good. You're making me take all of it."
Soon I was rooted in her, feeling her cunt slowly conform to and squeeze me, as I held her head in my hands and I kissed her softly and she panted against my lips. "You are so much more than just a MILF," I told her. "But in this bed, at this moment, you're my MILF slut and I'm going to fuck you now."
"Do it," she sighed happily. "Fuck me hard and fill me up, Trevor."
So I did. We started in that missionary position, and I quickly got up to pace, reaming her fast and hard as her tits bounced when she fucked back at me. I took her nipple ring in my fingers and held my hand still, the force of her bouncing tit against the resistance making her mewl and moan. Then I pulled her legs up, pushing them down to her chest and crossing them at the knees, tightening her pussy even more and giving me an angle to thrust upwards and glance off of her g-spot.
Eden came, her fifth of the afternoon and the first of many on my cock. She made those delightful moans and squeals, begging me to let her come because she'd decided to follow my directions that a good MILF only came when she was allowed to.
I shifted her onto her side, keeping one leg up on my shoulder, and kept fucking her. The way she shifted between laughing and giggling warmly, tensing up with her mouth agape, and encouraging me to fuck her with my big cock drove me wild, and soon I was building towards my own orgasm.
"I'm close, Eden," I gasped. "God, you're driving me insane."
"Where are you going to come, babe?" she asked me. "Do you want to come on my face, or my tits? Or deep inside me? God, I want to feel you come in me, but I want you to mark me as your slut, too. Fuck, babe, Trevor, I'm going to come again too. Fuck, oh my- uuuuuh, it's so fucking long, Trevor, you're so deeeeeep-"
"Take it," I groaned, pumping hard and deep. "I'm coming. I'm- Take my fucking come." I released, spewing my load deep into the back of her pussy, feeling my balls ache in time with each pulse as Eden came below me.
"Yes, Trevor, fuck. Fill me, grab my hair, make me take it," she whined and gasped, and when I did she laughed and squealed happily as we both pushed our orgasms to the limit.
I pulled out of her and Eden immediately turned onto her hands and knees, taking my messy cock into her mouth and slurping with her lips and tongue to try and get every taste of our mixed juices. That quickly turned into me fucking her mouth, never going soft.
And then we were fucking again, her on top and riding me, putting in the work as her tits bounced off my lips and I grabbed her ass, teasing her asshole with one finger. Then I flipped her over and fucked her on her hands and knees, and she came again when I adjusted and fucked down into her more, mounting her like an animal and bashing my cock against her g-spot, causing her to squirt again in a little spray.
She pulled off my cock and this time I came in her mouth as she swallowed it down.
I went to the kitchen and got us water, and came back to Eden kneeling face down on the bed, her ass up in the air, asking me to spank her. I did, and then fucked her from behind again as she fingered her clit and humped back at me, panting and laughing and begging me to make her come again. Then we shifted again and she mounted me backwards so that I could watch her ass, which I spanked and played with as she bounced and ground on my cock. She fell back onto me and I fucked up into her, jamming one set of fingers against her clit as I held her by the neck with the other, and she came again, squirting as hard as the first time to the point that we found some wetness on the rug off the end of the bed later.
As we lay there, my cock still hard in her pussy as she panted to regain her breath, Eden's stomach growled, which made us both start laughing.
"I'm going to make you dinner," she said, twisting her body so that she could kiss me.
"Sounds like you need it more than me," I grinned and palmed her tit.
"I do, but if we're going to keep fucking all night then I need my stud cock full of energy and protein," she said.
We took a quick shower, during which Eden got on her knees and blew me again until I came all over her face. She promised me we'd do that again later so I could get a picture of her covered. Then, once we towelled each other off, she led me to the kitchen naked and sat me down at the table, refusing to let me help.
"I'm your MILF," she said, teasing me with a tongue touching her teeth. "And MILFs make their studs dinner."
Watching her in the kitchen was like watching a mix between a strange reality TV show and a strip tease. Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore and she laughed loudly as I bent her over the counter and fucked her from behind, slamming her ass back at me until I came inside of her again. Then I was back to sitting, watching her cook as my cum slowly dripped out of her and down her legs.
We ate at the table, laughing and giggling happily as we talked about what we liked about each other, and what we wanted more of. She'd really liked my hand on her throat, and wanted me to spank her more. I liked watching her full ass as she rode me, and wanted to eat her out some more.
After dinner she let me help her with the dishes, and I wiped down her legs and pussy with a wet paper towel before we headed back to her room.
It was a long night, and I took another two water breaks in between sessions, until it was two in the morning and Eden was on top of me, my one hand on her throat and the other gripping her hair as she slowly ground on my cock, making love to me and kissing me softly.
"You never fucked my ass, baby," she moaned softly.
"I wanted to save something for if we have a next time," I told her.
"If?" she asked.
"I just wasn't sure if this was a one-and-done kind of experience for you," I said. "You are absolutely amazing, but you have a whole life going on. And a son. I don't want to assume anything."
She kissed me, pressing her neck down on my hand to do it, then pulled back. "I'm not asking you to meet my son," she said. "And we're not going to start dating. You're right I don't have the time for that. But I want to keep seeing you. I want to keep making you feel good, and I want to keep being your little MILF whore. It's more than sex."
"OK," I said and took my hands from her neck and hair and palmed her ass with both of them. "Then next time, I'm taking your ass and making you my three-hole MILF fuckpet."
She moaned and panted happily.
We fell asleep like that after I blew my last load of the evening into her, my cock still inside her.
"You should just ask Marissa out," Jessica said.
It was Tuesday morning. Eden and I had slept in on Sunday and fucked the rest of the morning away, but her son was supposed to get dropped off at 2pm by her ex and she wanted to get some cleaning done so I'd left her with a kiss, my cum dripping off her tits, at noon. I'd collapsed back at my place, exhausted, but the long sleep had left me ready for Monday.
And Monday had been like I'd started working at an entirely new Spa. Sure, I still had the occasional older client, but what Jessica had said had been true - my week looked like it had booked up with Trophy Wives and Club Daughters.
Thankfully, I think, nothing untoward or explicit happened. There was some light flirting, but no one got as forward as Rachel Killian had, let alone Eden; the weirdest part of it all was that all of them were so nice to me. Everything I could remember about the Greenmeadow membership was that it was snooty, snotty and could be quite rude. But these women were downright ... pleasant. And I could think of only one reason - they were all, in the back of their minds, considering the idea of getting a piece of me.
That, right there, was a weird feeling and I dreaded the day someone made a move I had to turn down.
"Why would I ask her out?" I replied to Jessica. We were waiting in the lobby for my next appointment, a Club daughter who was running five minutes late already.
"Because you guys flirt every lunch," Jessica said. "Everyone is talking about it. And if you have a girlfriend then some of the horny bitches might back off." Despite thinking it was funny how popular I was with bookings when I first got there, by week two Jessica was getting annoyed with the overflow of women trying to squeeze in spots earlier than two weeks out by that point.
"Marissa isn't interested in dating," I told Jessica. "She was upfront about that, and I respect it."
"But you would though," Jessica guessed. "If she wanted to."
"Sure," I shrugged. "She's a great girl, and so far a decent friend."
"Yeah, I'm those things too," she said.
"And you're also a seventeen-year-old lesbian," I countered.
"Fine, fine," she sighed dramatically. "But I still think you should ask her out. She said that weeks ago, she might have changed her mind."
"It was last week, Jess."
The Club daughter ended up being too late to make the appointment worth it, so I used my spare fifteen minutes to do some re-stocking of my supplies and shot a text over to Eden asking when she was free next. She got back to me immediately with a picture of her and her son Oscar, both beaming, sitting on a bench at the park. 'Hey babe. Tony has Oscar Thurs night. Does that work?'
'My place this time, ' I texted back. 'I want to give my MILF the full-body massage she deserves to get you nice and relaxed for afterwards.'
She sent me back an eggplant emoji, a peach emoji, a water spray emoji and a drooling emoji. I sent her back my address, followed by a heart emoji and a peach emoji.
Later, as the day was coming to a close, I sent Marissa a message asking if she wanted another massage after work since I had time to stay late. 'God, yes please, ' she sent back.
I met her in the staff hallway and escorted her to my room. I'd already set it up with the breast bolster wedge, and soon we were into it as she told me about how she'd had some really crappy customers at the diner that morning, and then how one of the regular guys on the golf course had been a little extra tipsy and she'd had to cut him off, which he didn't like. That had led to a complaint getting filed against her, though it was so hard to read from the sloppy writing that she'd been assured it wouldn't even make it to her file.
We hadn't, and continued to not, talk about the topless selfie she sent me. Everything went professionally, and I didn't see more than a bit of side boob. And then, that night, she sent me another topless selfie but this time she was sitting on the floor of what must have been her bedroom, her boobs pulled out of the top of her pyjama shirt as she made a kissy face at her camera. She'd written in marker over her heart 'Trevor, Breast Friend' with a smiley face.
Thursday I rushed home from work to make sure I had everything ready. When Eden knocked on my door, I answered it dressed in a robe with all the lights in my little loft turned off and the inside lit by candles.
Eden had worn a cute sundress and had a little clutch in both hands and she bit her lip and grinned when I opened the door.
"Hey, baby," she said, almost bouncing with energy.
I'd decided ahead of time that I wanted to replay the way I had started things on Saturday, so I didn't say anything. I just stepped out of my doorway and scooped her up into my arms and kissed her hard, then brought her inside and kicked the door shut. Still holding her cradled in my arms, our kiss ended and I grinned like a fool. "Hey, beautiful." I slowly walked us over to my massage bench, which was set up in the middle of the lower level of the loft, and set her down on it softly. "How much do you like this dress?"
She raised an eyebrow. "It's one of my favourites, that's why I wore it for you."
"OK," I said. "Next time I want you to wear something you don't care about because every time I see you I just want to rip your clothes off."
"That would be so hot," she grinned and kissed me.
We made out for a little while, and then I stripped her naked - which didn't take long since she was only wearing the dress and no underwear.
"I've got a plan for you tonight," I told her. "Step one is giving you the full body massage and running my fingers over every single inch of your body, and step two is feasting on that delicious MILF pussy of yours until you've squirted at least twice for me. But for step one I need you to decide something for me."
"What's that, Trev?" she asked. She was naked and sitting on the edge of the massage bench, but somehow her energy and nervous excitement made her almost like a kid on Christmas morning.
I couldn't help it, I kissed her again first. "Well, I can use my regular massage oils," I said, showing her a bottle of the usual brand I used. But there was another, unlabeled brand next to it. "Or I can use this. I had a friend back in college who was a bit of a pothead, and she'd done research into THC oils and how to make weed massage oil. I've only tried it once before, and it worked really well. It's totally safe and gives your body just a bit of a high, and if some gets in your mouth then you can get a normal high from it. But, according to everyone who tried it in our program, the best place to use it is to lube your pussy or ass, because those spots are pretty absorbent. Basically, it gets your holes high."
"Trev..." Eden said, biting the corner of her lip as she considered it. "I haven't smoked pot since high school."
"I don't smoke pot at all," I said.
"How long will it last?" she asked.
"A few hours. That's why if we're trying it, we need to start now. Or we can wait until another time if you're not sure."
Eden bounced her foot as she thought for another long moment, then looked up at me with a grin. "Let's do it," she said.
I kissed her again, and she undid my robe to find I was naked underneath it, and already getting hard. Things moved quickly from there as she lay out on the table. I started the massage by kissing her bare back, then down to her ass and softly spreading her legs to give her a little bit of licking on her already wet pussy. Then I stood near the bottom of the table at her feet and pumped out a little bit of the weed oil and spread it on my hands, and started rubbing her feet, working the oil in between each toe and pampering her as she hummed happily. I worked my way up her legs and thighs, then over the meat of her ass. I kissed her back again and asked her how she was doing, and she said she felt great, so I kept going up her back and sides, all the way to her neck and shoulders.
"Alright, are you ready for more?" I asked her, putting my hand on her ass and sliding a finger into the crack.
She half-rolled over and stretched up to kiss me. "Finger my ass, baby. Get it ready for your cock so you can make it yours."
I kissed her harder, pawing at her tits with my oily hand and making her shudder, before urging her back onto her stomach. After reapplying some fresh oil onto my hands, I slid them both between her ass cheeks, oiling and massaging her soft skin, circling closer and closer to her puckered little hole. I teased it first, then worked my middle finger into the first knuckle. Eden gasped and giggled, flexing her ass on the invading digit. "Ready?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Do it, baby."
I pressed firmly, sliding my oily finger all the way in.
"Uuungh," she groaned, then hiccuped as she threw her head back. "Your finger is in my ass, baby. God, your finger feels so big, but I know you need to stretch me out. Get my ass high, baby. Get it perfect for your big stud cock. I want you to fuck my ass so hard, Trev. God, yes, finger me just like that. Is that-? Oh, fuck, a second finger already? MMmmmguh, fuck- it fit! Oh, babybabybaby, I feel so full and fucking slutty for you. Do you like fingering my ass, Trevor? Am I being a good, filthy MILF slut for you?"
"I love fingering your ass, Eden," I said, kneeling next to the bench so I could kiss her while I wiggled my two fingers inside of her, spreading the weed oil around. "And you're the best three-hole, cum loving, sexy as hell, premiere personal whore MILF I could ever dream of."
She closed her eyes, panting softly as she listened, her mouth agape and slowly curling into a smile as I fed her dirty talk kink. I kissed her again, then stood back up and started to slowly pull my fingers out of her ass, then push them back in. She mewled softly, her ass and hips shifting as she rode the feeling for a bit, before I slowly added a third finger. This took her breath away for a moment, and then she came, her ass clenching and her legs trembling a little.
"Maybe you should have tried anal earlier in life, hon," I said with a grin. "You might just be an Anal MILF after all."
"Fuuuuuck, I had no idea," she groaned, then looked back at me. "But I'm glad you're doing this, Trev. You're so fucking good to me, giving me everything I want."
I wiggled my fingers in her a bit more, then pulled out and watched her asshole quickly close, though not to that perfect pucker it had been before I stretched it a bit. "Turn over," I told her. "Time for the other half of your massage."
She did, humming happily to herself, as I wiped my fingers off with a wet towel and re-applied some more oil. I had fun working down her front and over her tits. She said the weed oil tingled a little more than usual on her nipples, but that was the only notable difference. I was just a few inches down her upper thighs, having avoided her pussy for now, when her eyes went wide.
"O-Oh ... wow..." she said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I think my high just kicked in," she said breathily. "My ass feels amazing, and God I want you to fuck me."
"Not yet," I grinned, continuing on with her thighs, and watched as she squirmed in place, flexing her muscles and absorbing the feelings running through them. Her nipples were poking out nice and hard, and she was arching her back a bit with her horniness and pushing her chest to the sky.
Spreading her legs, I got on the bench between them and looked at her pussy up close. I'd fallen in love with it that first time at her place, but I just couldn't get enough of how perfect and pretty it was. Aroused as she was, it was swollen a soft, ruddy pink, the inner labia spread slightly wanting something to fill it, her clit poking out from the little clit hood that capped it.
"Trevie, baby," she moaned, reaching down for me. "Fuck me?"
"I told you the plan, baby," I said with a smile. "Step two, I want a taste of this delicious pussy."
"Yes, baby," she whined, and pulled her legs wider apart for me, almost into a full split.
I dove in, slurping and sucking up her juices. I specifically did this before I started touching it with my fingers so that I wouldn't get utterly blasted from the high. I ate her for about five minutes, her pussy hot and leaking, as she sighed and giggled and mewled, calling out how she couldn't believe how good I was. And telling me how much she wanted me to fuck her ass.
When I eventually added my oily fingers and started lubing her pussy with the weed oil, she came just from the penetration, and it rolled through her into a second orgasm almost immediately as I added a little more oil and worked it inside of her.
Finally, with her pussy gaping open with a desire for more, I slid off the bench and went around to her face, cradling it in my hands and kissing her softly.
"Are you ready to be my three-hole anal MILF, Eden?" I asked her.
"God, I love the way you're willing to talk to me," Eden panted. "Tony thought dirty talk was beneath him."
"Tony was an idiot," I said. "You've got me now. You're my perfect little cum dump MILF pet."
"Trevor," she said, her eyes focusing a bit more on me as she put a hand in my hair and held me still. "I need you to fuck my ass right fucking now. I want to feel every inch of your cock claim my high-as-fuck ass and slam me so I'll never forget who it belongs to."
"As you wish," I said and kissed her softly. Then I manhandled her on the bench, lifting her up and flipping her over so that she was on her stomach bent over the side so that her feet were resting on the ground and her ass was pointed right at me. "Spread your cheeks, MILF," I ordered her.
"Oh, fuck baby, yes," she moaned, reaching back and spreading them. Her asshole was still just slightly gaped, a little winking hole as it rolled through the effects of the THC.
I didn't prep her anymore. She was oiled up all over. I just applied a bit more to my cock, stroked myself to ensure I was as hard as could be, slotted myself into place and started pushing in.
"Ye-e-e-eesss, my love," she moaned and gasped as the head of my cock wedged inside, and then almost easily I slid all the way into her as her sphincter rippled and her anal passageway gave way all the way to my hips pressing against her cheeks. "Oh, fuck, Trevor. You're in my ass. You're in my ass! Oh, God, you feel so fucking huge, but you're all the way in already. You're like Excalibur and my ass is the rock. You're a perfect fit, a perfect stud. God, fuck, you're so fucking big baby. It's so good. Fu-hu-huuuck yes."
I pulled out slowly, and pushed in again, and on the third thrust her knees started to buckle as she came wordlessly. I didn't stop fucking her though, and as she got her legs back under her I picked up the pace. It had to have been the weed oil, but her ass was pliant as hell, squeezing and rippling but stretching to accommodate my insistent cock. Soon I was fucking her steadily as if I was fucking her cunt, and then I picked it up more and I was really pounding her as I grabbed her by the back of her scalp and pulled her back to me.
"Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck it, Trev. Oh my God, I love getting my ass fucked by you. You're taking my ass virginity and I fucking love you. Holy fuck, baby, you're so fucking good at ass fucking me. Please, baby, come in my ass. Make me gape. I want to do whatever you want. I'm your dirty MILF sex slave."
I pulled out of her entirely, watching her ass flex as if it were expecting another thrust, gaping open for a long moment as she moaned sadly at the feeling of emptiness, then I thrust into her again as she hiccuped and then started laughing.
"Fuck, that hurts so fucking good, Trevor," she gasped between laughs.
"You like that, my little bad bitch?" I asked and pulled out entirely and then shoved just the head back in. "You like it when I stretch your little asshole over and over?"
"Do it, baby," she whined. "Do it."
I did. I fucked her asshole, in and out, over and over, feeling that tightest ring resist over and over as the oil lubed my way in.
"Fuck, Eden," I grunted. "I'm going to come."
"Baby, I've been coming forever," she whined, tears actually dripping down her cheeks as she smiled sloppily back at me. "Give me it, I want to feel it. Come in my ass."
I pushed all the way in, and she gripped me like a tight, hot glove, and I exploded into her.
It took me a couple of minutes to really come back to awareness, and I was still hard in Eden's ass. My cock felt like it was super light and super heavy at the same time, like a steel beam without weight, and I realized that I'd picked up my own high from all the oil.
"Eden," I groaned, slowly pulling out of her ass until I popped out.
She moaned happily, rolling onto her side, and I managed to lift her up and slide her onto the massage bench. "Hey, baby," she grinned. "Up until this afternoon, I thought last weekend was the best sex I'd ever had. This definitely tops it."
I laughed, and she did too, and I crawled up behind her on the bench and spooned her as she tilted her head back so I could kiss her.
"You're still hard," she noticed.
"I am," I grinned.
"Good," she said, sliding off the massage bench and heading to my little kitchenette and grabbing a washcloth. "Because I want your next two loads deep in my cunt. Then you can pick where you put it on or in your personal MILF after that."
I lost track of how many times either of us came. Hell, I couldn't really remember the transition from the massage bench up to my loft bedroom, but that's where we ended up. I know I fucked Eden's ass at least a couple more times that evening. I also woke up to a massive, cold wet spot covering most of my bed from her squirting at least a few times.
I hadn't much cared when I got back from driving her back to her place - she'd sucked the weed oil off my cock, so she'd been way higher than I had gotten.
Work the next day was rough to get going, and Jessica kept making cracks about me having a 'big night' and 'I remember when I had my first beer.' Little did she know.
Eden texted me halfway through the morning, first a picture of her asshole as she spread her cheeks. It looked a little sore and swollen, but the picture after it of her happy, tired face said she didn't seem to mind. She also apologized for telling me she loved me in the heat of the sex, and I told her I didn't mind at all, and I loved her in the heat of the sex too. That made her send me a little video of her blowing a kiss at her cell phone camera and winking. "Thanks for understanding, baby," she said.
At lunch Marissa could tell I was feeling off, which she teased me about a bit. She even asked, quietly, if I'd stayed up too late jerking off to her topless pictures.
I grinned a little, "No, though I have to say they are pretty amazing."
That made her roll her eyes a little. "That's what they all say."
"Well, they all must be right then," I teased her, giving her a little nudge with my elbow.
Right near the end of lunch she turned to me. "Hey, are you doing anything tonight? I don't have a shift at the shelter, and there's this bush party happening. A bunch of the folks from the kitchen and the maintenance crews are going."
I acted shocked. "Marissa, are you asking me out? I gotta tell you, I don't date."
She rolled her eyes and snorted. "No, this isn't a date. I just know that you don't really interact with much of the rest of the staff so you probably didn't hear about the party."
"I'll make you a deal," I said. "I'll go, but we're going together so I have an out if everyone else sucks. I'll pick you up and be the DD."
She sighed dramatically. "What a gentleman," she laughed. "Alright, I'll text you my address. Pick me up at nine."
"You got it," I said, and she left me to finish my lunch.
I was excited about the party, and spending more time with Marisaa, but also had a weird hesitation in my gut. Was it weird for me to go to a party with her, when I was in a not-relationship with Eden?
It bothered me through the rest of the day to the point that several of the trophy wives asked if I was alright. I also, surprisingly, had a couple of the Club daughters ask if I'd heard about the party - apparently word had gotten around and some of the college-aged kids of the members were planning on crashing it.
In the end, I decided to err on the side of caution. Eden had been clear that she and I weren't dating, but we were definitely feeling things for each other whether that was just lust, or something more complicated, and I didn't want to mess that up. So, after work and in the privacy of my massage room, I called her.
"Hey Trevor," Eden answered the phone with a chipper lilt to her voice.
"Hey Eden," I said. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I spent a day at an amusement park riding a dozen roller coasters," she laughed. "I have little bumps and bruises I don't remember getting, and I still feel a little wiped out. But it was a hell of a lot of fun and I can't wait to 'go' again."
"I feel the same way," I said, smiling into the phone. "And I'm really glad you do too. Listen, I just want to clarify something. Can you talk?"
"Hold on," she said, and there was a brief sound of wind against the phone mic. "OK, I stepped a little further away from the other moms at the park. What's up?"
"I got invited to a party tonight by that girl I mentioned meeting," I said. "The other staff member here at the club. It's not supposed to be a date, but we're going together and I wanted to check in with you because while I like the idea of going with her, I'm liking what we're doing way more and I don't want to cause any issues between us."
Eden didn't hesitate. "Baby, that's great! Thank you so much for calling to check in, that is really sweet of you. And my little inner MILF is getting horny, knowing you care about me like that. But you should definitely go, and if she ends up wanting to hook up or date, do that too. I love you in the sex, baby."
"I love you in the sex, too," I grinned. "OK. I was just going to worry about it if I didn't ask."
"Tony has Oscar next Tuesday. Do you want to come to my place?"
"I would love to," I grinned.
"Don't bring the weed oil," she said. "I think that might be a once-a-month event. But my needy little MILF ass should be fully recovered by then and ready for you to stretch her out all over again. I'm going to organize a little surprise for you, though, so you better be ready."
"Deal," I laughed. "Love you in the sex, Eden."
"Love you in the sex too, Trev," she giggled. Apparently, it was becoming our thing. We hung up and I couldn't stop smiling.
And then several minutes later as I was cleaning up Eden sent me a photo. It wasn't anything lewd, it was just her dressed in a summer look while she was out at the park, but sitting next to her on the bench was Rachel Killian looking hot in an equally summery outfit, smiling for the camera as well.
The only thing that came with the picture was a winky face emoji.
She couldn't mean what I thought she did, could she?