Chapter 13: Massages for Francesca

The sexual adventures of the past few months had been breathtaking. I had fucked nearly two hundred teenagers and young women, all of them rated 10/10 in attractiveness. Not even the most promiscuous rock stars could match my success, especially in the short period of time it had taken place.

I chuckled at the thought of the four boxes of panties hidden under my bed, each carefully labeled with names and dates. Their former owners would forever remember our sexual encounters as the most satisfying experience of their lives. The records of our experiences were neatly filed on my computer, along with a growing database of everything else I knew about the girls. I guess it was my training in statistics that made me approach my adventures like a science project.

I smiled as I thought of the hundreds of babies growing in the bellies of my conquests - and the joy they would bring to their parents. Most would grow up in wealthy circumstances, given my penchant for trophy wives and Ivy League students. It was deeply satisfying to spread my genes and incredibly wicked to have my children raised by an unsuspecting father.

My Ph.D. was nearing completion - though the most important discovery was closely guarded. My girlfriend Susan was also nearing the end of her pregnancy, which meant I would soon have two official babies of my own. Living off my share of Miss Albania’s €50,000 monthly stipend was great, but it could not be a long-term solution. It was time to think about my family’s future if I wasn’t going to rely on Susan’s wealthy family.

As it turned out, my worries would soon be over.

A simple little idea I had while preparing to go to London to meet top model Francesca turned out to be a turning point in my life: I prepared massage oils laced with tx34. It was amazing how this little idea would change my life forever. Let me tell you how.

I called her assistant Angela on the number she had given me, eager to see her sooner rather than later. A friendly but strict woman answered, projecting a no-nonsense attitude, and asked me what my business was with Francesca. I had to improvise quickly. Who could get an appointment with her on such short notice? A flyer advertising the hotel’s spa services, which I had seen on her bedside table the night before, popped into my head.

Without thinking, I claimed to be the massage therapist from the hotel she had stayed at in my city, and she had requested another session in London. I went on to explain that my relaxing spa treatment took a minimum of two hours. Most of my clients preferred to sleep immediately afterwards, so they usually ordered room service at the end of the evening.

“Of course,” she replied, “I’ll call you back at 4:00.”

When she called to confirm the “massage service” for the following evening, she asked if I accepted credit cards. When I refused and asked for cash, she wasn’t offended, just asked my price. Again, I was blindsided. What could a masseuse charge in an upscale hotel? Remembering the luxury clothes, the expensive hotel suite, Francesa’s fame - I replied that I usually charge £5000 for the out-of-town service plus a £1000 travel allowance, but we could make adjustments as this was a repeat booking. She wasn’t bothered though and just asked me to show up at a certain hotel suite at 9pm the next night.

As I arrived with my duffel bag containing the massage oils and various other items, the assistant opened the door to the luxurious suite. Handing me a thick envelope, she gestured toward the bathroom and told me that Francesca was taking a bath in preparation for the massage. She would be ready in a few minutes. Then she pointed to the massage table across the room, complete with a pile of extra towels.

“Perfect,” I remarked.

She instructed me to make sure the door was securely closed when I left, as Francesca had dismissed all of her staff. Then she turned and left.

As I took in my luxurious surroundings, I almost regretted that I hadn’t asked for a higher ‘fee’. The huge suite, resembling a penthouse apartment, must have cost more than this £5000 a night. “Oh well, Francesca will have to make up for it with her body,” I mused.

I hurriedly placed my disguised cameras near the massage table and bed, placed the massage oil on a small table, and changed into comfortable and loose yoga pants. Just as I was ready, she opened the bathroom door and entered the room. She was naked except for the towel wrapped around her wet hair, glowing with natural beauty and sensual allure. I gasped and could not take my eyes off her amazing appearance.

She was holding her lace panties with a heart drawn on it in lipstick. Posing in front of me, she turned and showed me her ass, her tits - and then tossed her lingerie towards my bag. It had taken her only two encounters to realize my fetish for women’s panties, I admired. Her movements flowed with the graceful smoothness that came from years as a professional model.

I stood frozen like a deer in the headlights, staring at her as she approached, until her soft kiss on my mouth brought me back to reality. She had her arms around my neck, pulling me closer until her ample boobs pressed their stiff nipples into my chest. She was warm and soft from a long bath, smelling fresh and sweet. We embraced, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands playing with my curly hair, my hands rubbing the back of her beautiful body, paying special attention to her muscular buttocks.

She moaned in anticipation, clearly aroused. Two exposures to tx34 had been enough to condition her to associate me with phenomenal sexual pleasure, I realized. Our embrace continued for about ten minutes, bringing her close to the orgasm she was already experiencing. I broke the kiss and moved to the massage table. She followed and stood on the other side of the table, creating a distance that allowed me to appreciate her perfect tits once again.

“The masseuse from the hotel?” she winked at me, “what a nice idea!” She glided gracefully across the room where a tumbler of champagne waited.

She expertly opened it and poured two glasses. Then she toasted, “To many more massages! I will book you as often as I can.”

After we finished our drinks, she turned to lean on me with her back and placed my hands on her boobs, inviting me to massage them before she raised her arms above her head to reach back to my head and close them behind my neck. Enjoying the attention to her breasts, she wiggled her butt against my penis, which was beginning to stretch the yoga pants.

“I’m going to make my cheating husband pay for a lot of massages,” she added in a husky voice. “He’s such a failure in bed anyway.”

She clearly had plans for us, I thought. When I thought of the cash-filled envelope in my pocket, the prospect sounded quite attractive. However, having one of the most beautiful women in the world rubbing her bare ass against your dick made it hard to think clearly about business and the future.

I turned my attention to the matter at hand, literally, kneading her breasts with increased vigor as I kissed the beautiful neck in front of me. I moved my dick from between her ass cheeks to her pussy. My right arm came around her front, cupping her pussy and rubbing her clit. She loved the attention and moaned softly with her eyes closed.

Her arousal increased rapidly until spasms in her buttocks told of her orgasm. I marveled at my luck - one of the sexiest and most desirable women on the planet was letting me finger her to orgasm, aided only by the faint memory of my substance. In fact, not only did she let me do it, but she also paid me to do it! How did I get so lucky?

I turned her over and kissed her deeply. She enjoyed her orgasmic afterglow and lay in my arms. I took her to the massage table and laid her face down. I wanted to make sure she got good value for her money. My massage began at her neck and methodically moved down until I reached her beautiful feet. The spiked massage oil made her hot and sensual beyond words. She involuntarily spread her legs as she rubbed her clit against the table. The massage turned away from her feet and moved up her legs to her glistening vulva. She squirmed and moaned in anticipation.

When I reached her bottom, I cupped her pussy with one hand, eliciting a deep moan. I inserted two fingers and finger-fucked her to her next orgasm. When she came down, I continued with another back rub, paying special attention to her sides where her breasts protruded from under her body. Then I pulled a vibrator out of my bag and slid it into her pussy. It had a small extension that covered her clit and was remote controlled. She moaned, indicating the pleasure she was receiving. I gradually increased the intensity of the vibrations as I continued with my back massage - until another orgasm swept over her, at which point I stopped the vibrations.

Now it was time to show me her frontside. I rolled her over and once again admired her magnificent, full boobs protruding from her slender frame. I applied more oil and began to massage the front of her body from her temples down to her feet, including her arms and fingers. Gradually I resumed the vibrations in her pussy, increasing them until she climaxed again. She had three by the time I finished the frontal massage at her feet.

When I reached her perfectly smooth and beautiful feet, I had a perfect view of her pussy. Spreading her legs almost 180 degrees and removing the vibrator, I moved closer and examined her pussy from just inches away. She had a beautiful little clitoris, about the size of two peas, red from all the circulating blood. Her pussy lips were thin and smooth, there was not a trace of hair anywhere. She must have waxed herself, I thought.

I had a little flashback to Tania, the slutty girl who started it all. I remembered the horror I felt when I examined her pussy up close and was caught by her sudden leg movement. At that moment I had expected my life to spiral down - and here I was, my nose almost touching the pussy of the most desirable woman in the world!

I shook these thoughts out of my head and concentrated on the beautiful Francesca. Breathing on her clit made her gasp and make little squeaks. When I finally started sucking on it, she moaned loudly. I used one of my fingers to fuck her hole, searching for the G-spot. While my other hand roamed around her body, I brought her to two more consecutive orgasms. I had lost count, but I think it was her 10th.

It was time to put my painful erection to good use. I dropped my pants and pulled her body forward until her ass was at the end of the table. I had adjusted its height perfectly to plunge into her glistening opening while her legs rested on my shoulders. She was in such a state of arousal that another orgasm hit her just as I entered her.