Chapter 13: Massages for Francesca

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

I chuckled at the thought of the four boxes of panties hidden under my bed, each carefully marked with name and date tags. Their previous owners would remember our sexual encounters as the most satisfying experience of their lives forever. The recordings of our experiences were filed on my computer, together with a growing database of anything else I knew of the girls.

I smiled as I thought of the hundreds of babies growing within my conquests’ bellies - 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 kids raised by an unsuspecting father.

My Ph.D. was nearing completion - although 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 start thinking about my family’s future if I didn’t want to lean 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 enriched with tx34. It was surprising, how this little idea would change my life forever.

I had called her assistant Angela at the number she had given me, eager to see her rather sooner than later. A friendly but strict woman answered, projecting a no-nonsense attitude, asking me what business I had with Francesca. I explained that I was the massage therapist working for the hotel she had stayed at in my city, and she had requested another session in London. I continued that my relaxing wellness treatment required 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 pm.”

When she called to confirm the ‘massage service’ for the following evening, she inquired whether I accepted credit cards. When I declined and requested cash, she wasn’t offended, just asked my rate. Remembering the luxury clothes, the expensive hotel suite, Francesa’s fame - I replied that I charged £5000 for the out-of-town service plus a £1000 travel allowance. She wasn’t troubled and just asked me to appear at a specific hotel suite at 9pm the next night.

As I arrived with my duffel bag containing the massage oils and various other items, the assistant answered the door of the luxurious suite. Handing me a thick envelope, she gestured towards the bathroom and told me that Francesca was still 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 shut securely when I was leaving, 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 enormous suite, resembling a penthouse apartment, must have cost more than those £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, set 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 nude 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 held her lace slip in her hand on which she had drawn a heart with lipstick. Posing before me, she spun around, presenting 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 through years of being a professional model.

I stood like a deer in the headlights, frozen, 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 pushed her 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, with special attention to her muscular butt cheeks.

She was moaning in anticipation, clearly aroused. Two times of exposure to tx34 had been sufficient to condition her to associate me with phenomenal sexual pleasure, I realized. Our embrace continued for about ten minutes, bringing her close to an orgasm already there. 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 boobs once again.

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

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

After we had finished our drinks, she turned around 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 with husky voice.

She clearly had plans for us, I thought. Thinking of the envelope stuffed with cash in my bag, the prospect sounded rather attractive. However, having one of the most beautiful women in the world rubbing her naked ass against your dick made it hard to think clearly about business and 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 adjusted my dick from between her ass cheeks to her pussy. My right arm came around to 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 testified to her orgasm. I marveled at my luck - one of the sexiest and most desirable women on the planet let me finger her to orgasm - only helped by the faint memory of my substance. In fact, she not only let me do it, but she even paid me to do it!!! How did I get so lucky?

I turned her around and kissed her deeply. She enjoyed her orgasmic afterglow and lay in my arms. I took her to the massage table and laid her down facing 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 description. She spread her legs involuntarily while rubbing her clit against the table. The massage turned away from her feet and moved up her legs towards her glistening vulva. She squirmed and moaned in anticipation.

When I reached her butt, I cupped her pussy with one hand, prompting a deep moan. I inserted two fingers and finger-fucked her to her next orgasm. Once she came down, I continued with another back rub, devoting 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 little 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 admired her magnificent full boobs once again, protruding prominently from her thin frame. I applied more oil and began to massage the front of her body from the temples down to her feet, including the arms and fingers. Gradually, I resumed the vibrations in her pussy, ramping them up until she climaxed again. She achieved 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 experienced 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 those thoughts out of my head to concentrate on the beautiful Francesca. Breathing on her clit, caused her to gasp and emit little squeaks. Finally, when I started sucking on it, she moaned out loud. 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 successive orgasms. I had lost count, but I think it was her 10th.

It was time to turn my painful erection into something useful. 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 right as I entered her.