Masseur and the MILF 2; Part 4 (Alpha)

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Friday couldn't burn fast enough in my mind. I would have been willing to skip the entire day if necessary. Well, other than lunchtime. I had nowhere I intended to go that night, no one I wanted to see. Other than seeing Marissa again at lunch, the day seemed like it was going to be a long, slow burn of elderly clients and then a quiet night separating me from the excitement of Saturday.

Damn, I needed a hobby or something.

What I wasn't expecting was Olga Bondarenko, my severe-faced boss, waiting for me as I showed up for work. I'd had all of three encounters with her so far, the original being my first day on the job. The next two had been in passing, two quick check-ins that had been more like being called to the principal's office only to have them ask how you were doing and being sent on your way. I was, for the most part, being left to my own devices with the job which I had assumed either meant there was an element of trust going on and she was a hands-off manager, or she was so damn busy with all the other departments that little old me back in the corner of the spa just wasn't a squeaky wheel.

"Trevor," Olga said as I walked in. She was standing next to Jessica's welcome stand at almost military attention levels of erect. Jess either wasn't in yet or had made herself scarce with our boss lingering.

"Mrs Bondarenko," I said with a polite nod, quickly rethinking the idea of calling her by her first name to establish some sort of mutual rapport.

"I've received..." she stopped to physically grind her teeth. "Conflicting notes about you. An anonymous member has filed a complaint, stating that you were exceedingly rude to them."

I blinked and frowned - of all the things I could be in trouble for, rudeness wasn't one that rose to mind.

"As we at Greenmeadow are in the business of high-quality client care, this is obviously not an accusation we take lightly," she continued. "However, I have also received several notes speaking to the opposite. That you are highly professional, show diligent care to your clients, and go above and beyond in every instance. I've followed up with the three Greenmeadow members who submitted those notes and, to be frank, they sing your praises almost too much." She eyed me, and I was reminded once again of the 'don't fuck the clients' rule she'd bluntly told me. The one rule I was breaking. How often were people having sex between the staff and members of the club? How many members tried to make things easier for their favourite staffers by submitting compliments?

"Well, I'm thankful for the praise and concerned about the accusation just as much as you are, Mrs Bondarenko," I said, trying to slide around the implication she'd made. "I'm at the start of my career, I wouldn't want to be giving anyone improper service. Was there any suggestion of what I did, or when?"

"No," she said. "Whereas your positive reviews are fairly direct along with not being anonymous. Still, we will need to perform a proper assessment of your work. Come with me."

I suppressed a sigh and we went back to my work room. She did a once-over of the space, checking for cleanliness and that I was fully stocked with the materials I used. At first, she wasn't thrilled that I was keeping pseudo-medical records for the clients, but I showed her that I had them in a locked drawer and that I was only keeping very specific notes on what the clients had told me in terms of relevant medical issues and what had or hadn't worked for them during our sessions. I'd seen a few folks three times now over the three weeks I'd worked at Greenmeadow, though most only once.

We were getting close to my first appointment, but Olga still demanded that I walk her through my usual routine of greeting the members at the front, bringing them back to my work area, and performing my usual rigamarole of asking about their needs and medical issues. We skipped the actual massaging after she confirmed I left the room for the clients to disrobe, and I walked her through my exit process and we ended up back at the front, Jessica now in her proper place as we were about to have the first clients of the day coming in.

"Well," Olga said succinctly. "Everything seems to be in order. The complaint will need to remain in your file though."

"I see," I said. An anonymous complaint without any details, and it had to stay in my file? It sounded to me like Olga wanted to make sure she had ammunition on deck in case she ever did decide she needed to get rid of me.

She left after a few more mild instructions for both me and Jessica.

"You got in trouble?" Jess asked, her concern for me clear in her expression.

"Not really," I sighed. "Anonymous complaint."

She screwed up her face. "Who the fuck?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," I said.

Who the fuck indeed? I'd been running through all the clients I'd seen and couldn't pick out a single one that I'd been rude to. But then, the fact that it was anonymous was a hint in and of itself.

Maybe it wasn't one of my clients at all. Maybe it was an ex-husband or boyfriend who didn't like me massaging their former partner. Eden and Violet both counted there. Or one of the boyfriends of a Club Princess that had come to see me.

And there were always the two people who really did want me fired.

My parents.

"You OK?" Jess asked. "You look like you might have just figured it out."

"Not for sure," I said, shaking my head. "Just... keep an ear out for me, would you? If anyone is bragging about submitting a complaint just to get at me. Someone's boyfriend or whatever."

"I will," she nodded. "And if that's the case I'll fucking throw hands. Off the clock, obviously."

I snorted and shook my head. "No need to get violent on my account, Jess," I said.

"Are you kidding? For my personal hero? I'll cut a guy's dick off," she smirked at me. And part of me really believed she would.

- - - - -

'When you're here, come around back,' Eden had sent.

I parked well up the street, not wanting to leave my car so obviously right in front of her house, and took the short walk up the block and headed around the side of her house to the back gate. We hadn't spent any time in the backyard the last time I'd been there and I found that the sides had a neat little path of laid stonework and a perfectly manicured flower bed just like the front. I let myself through the gate, entering into a garden that could have been designed to try and match the name of the owner, a little eden surrounded by short, exotic trees perfectly trained to provide a lower cover of shade to the well-organized flowerbeds. The middle of the yard was open, with perfectly level grass scattered with a few pieces of outdoor toy equipment sized for a tiny one-year-old toddler. A small swing set, a playhouse, a fat-tire tricycle with a bucket seat they could be strapped into.

Closest to the house, around the side of a privacy wall wreathed in flowering ivy, was the deck. And on that deck I found Eden within her eden, and Rachel Killian.

Both of them topless and sunbathing.

They were glistening with either oil or sunscreen - and as a man who worked with skin, I really hoped it was the latter. Either way, Eden's warm caucasian skin and Rachel's mixed-heritage mocha colouration set the two apart from each other while remaining on theme as they sparkled in the sun. Eden's breasts I was intimately familiar with at this point, though I still found them to be utterly mouthwatering. She'd swapped the little gold ring piercing in her right breast back to the gold barbel and it gleamed prettily, and her left nipple had that cute little crease across the middle like a little smile. Rachel's breasts I might have seen, but I'd never had a good and proper stare at them.

Big and heavy, they fell to either side of her chest a bit, their wide pale areolas smooth and slightly puffy and her nipples standing like little nubs pointing to the sky, beckoning it down. Her hair, still pulled into the long braids threaded with white string, cascaded around her on the lounging lawn chair and she was wearing a large pair of sunglasses.

"Hey, babe," Eden said with an easy smile. "Nice of you to join us."

"Good afternoon," I said, trying not to let my nervous energy break through what little swag I mustered. "You two are looking like a pair of sun goddesses."

"Trevor," Rachel said with a little quirk to her smile.

I walked right up onto the deck and leaned down, giving Eden a sweet kiss on the lips. At this point, I had to assume my original guess was correct, and that her 'surprise' was going to be something with Miss Killian.

"Mmm," Eden hummed. "Trev, every time you kiss me like that it makes me tingle from my toes to my eyelids."

"A kiss hello?" I chuckled.

"Absolutely," Eden said, sitting up a little and taking off her sunglasses as she grinned at me. "When you kiss me hello, you're saying so much. You really should try it, Rach."

"Communication is the key to a good friendship," the other woman said, sitting up as well. "Let's see what all the fuss is about."

I pivoted and leaned over to Mrs Killian. Eden was gorgeous - nothing could dissuade me from that. She was more classically beautiful than Marissa. But Rachel Killian was... phew. Out of this world. So I had nerves going on as I leaned in and planted a kiss on her. No tongue off the hop, just the beginning of a friendly hello like with Eden, tinged with a sexual desire, and ending with just a teasing touch of tongue that I found her receptive to.

Rachel smacked her plush lips and smiled knowingly. "You were right, hon," she said, looking over at Eden. "Very communicative."

"Trev, babe, why don't you head inside and get changed. I've got some beers in the fridge for you, they should be nice and cold, then you can come join us."

I leaned down and gave Eden another kiss, this time just sweet and on the cheek. "Sounds good, Eden," I said. "Thanks."

"You're very welcome," she grinned, and I could feel both their eyes on me as I headed in through the kitchen door.

I had a choice, and I decided to play it familiar and went all the way up to Eden's bedroom to change. I'd brought a swimsuit and a different change of clothes in a gym bag since I wasn't entirely sure what the afternoon was going to hold for me, along with a small bottle of the special 'pot oil' just in case we were getting really wild. I left my bag and clothes upstairs and came back down in board shorts and a plain, button-down short-sleeve shirt that I left open to show off some skin for the ladies.

Finding the beers in the fridge, I pulled one out and then went to the sliding glass door, opening it briefly.

"-really is that big-" Eden was saying.

"Either of you goddesses in need of drinks, or are you set?"

"We're set, babe," Eden called to me, lifting a glass heavy with condensation on the outside from a little side table.

"Got it," I said, grabbing my beer and heading back out. "So, what do two amazing women with the whole weekend ahead of them talk about in the privacy of a hidden garden?" I asked as I sat in the chair opposite them. Neither of them had moved to cover up, and if anything Eden had adjusted the thin straps of her bikini bottoms down her hips a little.

"We were talking about your big dick," Rachel said bluntly, but with a playful lilt in her voice. "Apparently it's the biggest Eden's ever seen outside of porn."

"Outside of absurd porn," Eden clarified.

I, for my part, coughed a little because I'd been taking a sip of my beer. "Well, I can't speak to Eden's, um, visual experiences," I managed to croak before clearing my throat. "But I've never had a complaint."

"That's what they all say," Rachel smirked a little.

"Just take it out and show her, babe," Eden said. "It's attractive even when it's soft, which not all men can say."

"Ah, look," I said. "I'm not opposed to... where this seems to be going. But before we go down that road - and I apologise if this is rude to ask or anything - but Mrs Killian, Rachel, what's the story with Mr Killian?"

Her smirk became a soft smile, almost thankful, and she sat up again as she took off her sunglasses to look at me. Her breasts shifted, weighty and wonderful, with the movement. "My husband is ninety-two," she said. "And hasn't had an erection in three years that wasn't aided by a cocktail of drugs that could bring a dead horse back to life, and that was on his birthday last year. I married August because he was smart, friendly and rich; he married me because I was pretty, could match his smarts, and I was young enough to spite his ungrateful adult children. It was always a friendly business arrangement more than a proper marriage, but I was faithful to him for almost ten years. Five years ago he said I shouldn't waste my youth and should feel free to fuck whoever I wanted like he did when he was my age."

"In other words," Eden said as her friend stopped to take a breath. "You aren't becoming the other man if you have sex with her. I wouldn't do that to you, babe."

"Well, thank you for explaining," I said sincerely to Rachel, and then to Eden, "And thank you for keeping that in mind, Aphrodite."

"Ooh, you didn't say he called you that," Rachel smirked, glancing at her friend. "Though you did say we were sun goddesses, and Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty. Your metaphors are mixing Trev."

"Did I claim to be a Greek theologian?" I chuckled as I stood up. I hooked my thumbs in the front of my suit. "Do you really want to start this afternoon off with a tawdry show like this?"

"Listen to him," Eden chuckled. "'Tawdry show.' Trev, baby, we're two women trapped in our day-to-day lives with young kids, no loyal dick and a young, lovely man coming to join us on a mildly tipsy afternoon. If you don't at least give Rach a peek she might end up just hoovering your cock right here on the deck."

"Nah," Rachel said with a chuckle. "Vacuum cleaners suck, I blow like an air compressor."

That got me to snort and shake my head - sucking and blowing were both excellent in my book - and I dropped the front of my swimsuit and scooped my cock out. 

It wasn't some big record-scratch moment. For one, Eden had seen my cock plenty so it's not like I was shocking the two MILFs at the same time. The look in her eye as she grinned that impish little grin of hers and eyed my cock was definitely an ego boost though. Rachel hadn't seen it before, however, and hers was the reaction I was most interested in.

And it didn't disappoint.

Where Eden was open and wore her heart, and desires, on her sleeve with her flirtiness, Rachel was a little more circumspect. A little more closed off.

The purse of her lips, the rise of an eyebrow. A deep breath that made her chest swell. I grabbed my cock with one hand and gave it a gentle tug, encouraging the already warm swell that was rushing to it to move a little faster, and it firmed up a bit more. Rachel looked from it up to my eyes twice.

"Nice," she said.

"Am I putting it away for now, or as the young, strutting eye candy for the afternoon should I be raising my flagpole to the sky?" I asked.

That got me a snort and chuckle from both of them.

"What do you think, Rach?" Eden asked her fellow MILF. "You always said you preferred a slow simmer, but you can't tell me you're not ready to go right now."

Rachel Killian sighed, shaking her head as she glared at her friend for revealing sexual secrets, then turned back to me. "Eden's been pretty... open, about how you ravish her," she said. "I'm not the kind of woman who likes it rough like that. I prefer slow and tender. Think you can handle that?"

In response, I went and knelt down next to her lounger, gently touching her lips with two fingers before tracing them along her jawline and then pulling her into a slow kiss. It was an audition kiss, like the first one but more intimate, and we let it build slowly until our tongues were in a slow dance. When I pulled away she sucked on my lower lip for a moment longer.

"I think taking our time could be a lot of fun," I said.

"Yes, yes it would," Rachel smiled. "Now, I know what you want, Trevor. So before we head in why don't you get your hands on my tits and do some exploring?"

"Just my hands?" I asked with a chuckle.

"And lips," she acquiesced. "But no putting your cock between them until we're indoors."

I kissed her again, this time letting my hands slide up from her hips to her waist, then higher until I was cupping her breasts from below and felt their heft. Until a week ago I hadn't ever been with someone with tits like hers, but Marissa's were in the same weight class so I'd already had a bit of practice that I put to use. Our lips teased and tasted as our tongues entered the dance again, and my fingers explored the delicious squish of breasts until my thumbs stroked over her areolas. They were so smooth, and I felt them puff just a little more as she got more turned on from our flirtatious play.

We were mostly quiet other than a few small moans, which was why I was able to hear the hitch in Eden's breath. Pulling away from Rachel, I glanced over to my 'little MILF pet' and saw that she had one hand buried beneath her bikini bottom, stroking her pussy with a couple of fingers. "What?" she giggled. "You two are hot together, and this is the first time I get to watch someone else like this."

"Pervert," Rachel smirked at her friend, then hooked a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down to her breasts. I kissed across her cleavage, swapping in some teasing licks and even a couple of playful nibbles. When I got to her areola and nipple on her left breast I made my tongue into a firm point and circled the wide area, feeling the soft texture change and started to swirl it closer and closer to her nipple. "Trevor," she groaned in pleasured irritation.

"Yes?" I asked, raising up from her breasts completely with a knowing smirk.

"You bastard," she laughed. "Give my nipple some love."

"Sorry," I said, raising up. "But I think your turn is over and Eden needs some love."

Rachel gasped in mild frustration as Eden laughed at her wonderful, tinkling laugh. My MILF opened her arms to me and I practically fell onto her, kissing her with just as much passion but more intensely, then drove to her tits and sucked hard on the left nipple while I teased the right, pierced one. Her laughter continued, laced with moans.

"We did say we were going to take turns," Eden managed through her chuckles.

"We might need to use an egg timer to keep us honest," Rachel snorted.

I ravaged Eden with my mouth for a bit longer, even trailing my kisses down her stomach and tonguing her over her bikini bottom roughly, before I stood up. My cock was hard as hell, standing straight out in front of me, and both MILFs eyed it. "I think we should head inside," I said.

Both of them accepted my offer of help up off their seats, and I pulled them both to me lightly until their chests were pressed on either side of mine. I kissed Rachel first, then Eden.

"Turns?" I asked.

"I'm not into women," Rachel confirmed. "But I'll watch you fuck the life out of Eden. It sounds like one hell of a show."

I grinned and raised an eyebrow at my blonde MILF. "Did you tell her to watch out because there's a splash zone?"

Eden guffawed, going pink, and shook her head.

"You mean you squirt?" Rachel asked Eden, who nodded as she bit her lip. "That's alright, so do I. Never with a dick though, so I guess that's a challenge, Trevor."

Now it was my turn to groan a little. "Challenge accepted." That got me an eye roll from both of them.

We headed inside and I had the distinct pleasure of following two gorgeous, half-naked women through the house and up the stairs towards the bedroom. Eden’s butt was wonderfully framed, half the cheeks bare and jiggling. Rachel, whom I had to assume she’d done this on purpose, was wearing a thong bikini bottom that left her entire juicy butt on display as she sauntered up the stairs.

I’d massaged her, and seen glimpses of it, but just like with her tits getting a nice, long, lecherous look was so much better.

Getting my hands on those buns would be even better than that.

When we reached the bedroom I let my swim trunk drop completely to the floor and I pulled off my shirt. The ladies, meanwhile, had a super fast and whispered conversation.

“Scheming?” I asked.

“Deciding who goes first, babe,” Eden grinned. “And I think it’s fair if Rach gets to experience that amazing mouth of yours first.”

“Does that sound good to you, gorgeous?” I asked Rachel.

She answered by flopping back on the bed, which made her tits do some amazing things. “Show me what you’ve got, Trevor,” she said, cupping her breasts as she slowly spread her legs, her mound pressing against that thin thong bikini. “Convince me that there are a few real men your age, and you’re not all boys.”

I growled playfully and stalked towards her, pausing only to scoop my arm around Eden’s bare waist and pull her into another brief kiss. I pressed my lips to her ear. “Thank you for the surprise, my little toy.”

“You’re welcome, Trev,” she grinned at me and then playfully licked the tip of my nose. “Now go get her.”

I closed the distance to Rachel. Her ass was on the edge of the bed, her soft thighs spread invitingly, and I went to my knees before her but didn't dive right into peeling that little covering aside and munching away. She’d said she liked things slow and simmering, and I had first-hand knowledge of how well she’d responded to getting massaged at Greenmeadow - enough that she’d flashed me those breasts of hers the first time. So instead I gently took hold of both her feet, one in each hand, and started to massage my thumb into her arches as I kissed her ankles.

She hummed a soft approval, slowly closing her eyes and letting out a long breath. Then she smirked, her plush lips pulling up playfully at one corner, and opened her eyes again. “You’re not about to reveal that you’re a foot guy, are you?”

I chuckled, still massaging the soles of her feet. “No. I’m just not afraid to show every inch of a sun goddess like you how much she deserves to be worshipped.”

The bed shifted for a moment, Eden climbing up on the opposite side, and I noticed that she’d disposed of her bottoms and was completely naked except for her usual jewellery. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I just want a good spot to watch from.”

I started kissing my way further up Rachel’s mocha-coloured legs, her skin wonderfully smooth and well cared for. As I did I let my hands slide ahead of me, directing her legs over my shoulders as I continued to massage her calves, and then the underside of her thighs. Her body was still so warm from the sun, and I let my freshly shaven cheeks rub against her thighs as I got closer and closer to the centre between her legs. When I was close enough Rachel reached down with one hand, running her fingers through my hair and trying to urge me on. I kept with my battle plan though and stayed slow and steady until finally my breath was tickling her mound through thin cloth. This close I could see the light contours, the shape of her pussy, through the light blue cloth and even the beginnings of a little wet spot. I breathed on it, hot first, then a stream of cool that made her thighs shake a little on my shoulders.

“So,” I said. “How long are these turns again? Is it Eden's now?”

“You little fucking tease!” Rachel laughed warmly.

“Get her off at least once, babe,” Eden chuckled. She was lying back near the head of the bed, propped up by pillows so she could look down her buxom friend’s body to where I was going to be at work. “Then we can swap.”

“At least once,” Rachel said, almost a demand.

“Whatever the Goddesses desire,” I said with a grin. Then, like with Eden outside, I licked Rachel through her bikini bottom. She groaned softly, her eyes closing again, and for the next few minutes, I teased her through the tight little cloth. Only once it was soaked through, both from my spit and her slow leaking, and was clinging wetly to every nook and cranny of her labia did I pull it aside to reveal another little corner of heaven. Eden and Marissa both had pretty pussies, each unique in its own way just like they were as people. Rachel was the first woman I’d been with who wasn’t some mix of different caucasian backgrounds - she was at least a quarter-black, light-skinned but still with a distinctly different hue to her skin and features that spoke to her heritage. She was absolutely stunning in every way, and that continued down to her pussy. Her outer labia were puffy, somewhat like her areolas, so much so that they almost entirely encompassed everything else about her except for a little prominent knot of a clit hood. When pulled aside, by tongue or finger, they revealed a delicious flower of inner labia that started that mocha colour at their fringe but changed to a soft pink at her core.

She tasted wonderful, but then I’d never met a pussy yet that I didn’t want to pay attention to. I’d never been with someone with bad hygiene, so I had a biased perspective, but I couldn’t imagine why a guy wouldn’t want to do what I was doing. The responses I got were just so sexy.

“Oh, oooh, fuck,” Rachel moaned as my tongue explored her bare skin. “Yes, that’s it.”

I grunted my acknowledgement, focusing my attention for a long moment on the spot she’d liked my tongue, then mirrored it on the other side of her pussy as well. She was leaking more of her juices now and I slurped them up before swirling my tongue around that knot of flesh protecting her clit.

Taking my time, I would ease back every once in a while, kissing my way around her pussy, and back up her thighs a bit, teasing the tender little areas of her, or up above her pussy to her bare, smooth mound. Then, when she’d been teased enough, she would squeeze her thighs lightly on my shoulders to urge me back downward.

Rachel’s first orgasm came when I introduced a finger into the mix, sliding just the tip of my middle one into her up to the first knuckle. The orgasm was small and short, but I felt it strike through her like a static shock as she yelped.

“You OK?” Eden chuckled, asking her friend.

“Didn’t expect that,” Rachel laughed, reaching down and running her hand through my hair again as she looked at me with hungry eyes. “Keep going, stud.”

I did just that, easing my finger in deeper, pushing her buttons with my tongue just like I’d been cataloguing during the first part of my cunnilingual quest. A second finger joined the first and her pussy clenched like it was trying to suck on them. Once I had them both in to the second knuckle I wiggled them a little, raising my head up a little to make proper eye contact with her to make sure she knew what I was about to do. She met my gaze with her own, hungry, and nodded.

My fingers went fishing for her g-spot, gently sliding the tips across the front of her inner pussy, as I teased and slurped at her clit hood and nudged my tongue in right against her little button.

The second orgasm was what I was looking for. I found the little spongy spot inside her and wiggled my fingers against it. I drilled my tongue against her clit. Her hips thrust upward and I had to ride with them to stay in place. Her thighs squeezed on either side of my head almost painfully hard. She hiccuped, loudly, and then yelped again as I pressed even harder with my fingers and tongue.

She came, wonderfully hard. Her legs spread wide like they’d been pulled back violently and her wash of girlcum sprayed out over her, sloshing against my chin and over my wrist. Not a spray like Eden could produce but a spill like a too-full glass of water had been tipped over for a moment. It was pungent in the best way, smelling of fresh sex and woman, and when her release was over her thighs snapped back towards each other until they were firm earmuffs for me once again while I continued to work my magic on her.

Finally, she pushed me away and I let her, removing my fingers from her a moment after my lips left her. Rachel’s legs were still up on my shoulders but heavy and relaxed, and I grinned at her as she breathed so heavily that her stomach and chest were rising and falling as she blinked and tried to get control.

“I think it’s my turn,” Eden grinned.