I didn’t get a chance to find out if it was true for about a week. It was on Tuesday and my supervisor found me a little before one. He told me the massage therapist for the afternoon had called off and there were only four on the schedule. That meant even at standard it was a short shift, so again I figured why not.
The first three were your standard fare, although the second was a Hispanic lady who had a body a dead man would drool over. It was so bad I considered jacking off before number three, but never got the chance because she was already waiting when I finished.
I managed to hide my boner for the bulk of her massage. It was when she was finishing and had risen to dress that she saw the shorts.
“Me?” she looked up at me startled.
“You’re an attractive lady” I smiled at her.
“Honey if we had more time…” she said wistfully.
“And your husband?” I was curious and asked.
“Fuck him” the woman almost spat back. “Better yet, next time fuck me” she husked as she reached out and squeezed my groin.
Jesus these women were horny as shit and ready for action I realized. It was time to really test the waters. When the fourth woman came in, I made no attempt to hide my hard dick. I knew she saw it, but she never said a word as she stretched out on the table.
We went through the massage with her face down. Twice I let my fingers lightly brush the edge of her bush, both times she never said a word, she just quivered. When I told her it was time to turn over, she gave the message loud and clear. She rolled onto her back on the massage table, and dropped the small covering towel on the floor, laying there totally nude silently watching me.
I oiled my hands and slowly massaged her soft belly. She just watched as my hands crept higher and higher. She gave a soft grunt as I cupped her 36 B’s in my hands and began to gently knead. I watched her nipples harden as I teased the rubbery tips. When they were rock hard I leaned down and sucked one into my hot mouth, nipping at it with my teeth.
Marcy gave a guttural moan and her hand came to the back of my head. Fingers tightened in my hair like talons and she pulled my mouth free. Hot burning eyes stared into mine, and she spoke the only words of the night.
“I don’t want to be made love to” she half growled. “I want to be fucked” she told me.
Silently I crawled up on the table, forcing her legs further apart. She let them dangle off the edge of the table as I knelt between them. Gripping the shaft of my cock I pointed it at her moist fur covered gash. Talking seemed unnecessary so I just drove my hips forward.
Marcy’s eyes opened wide as the audible pop of my cock splitting her open filled the air. It was followed by two sounds, the wet sucking as I slid inch after inch deep into her, and the low almost animal rumble of satisfaction as I filled this woman.
I’m not small by most measures. No I’m not some porn ten inches. But at almost eight inches I do decent on size. Why doesn’t a guy who looks like me and sports a dick like that have pussy coming out his ears? Simple, the ADD and autism had kicked in with a vengeance every time I tried to interact with girls.
This…was no girl. This was a woman and she knew what she wanted. I didn’t have to talk, I only had to fuck. The only sounds in the small room was the wet sucking of my cock sliding in and out, and the rhythmic slapping of my hips into her pelvis.
I leaned forward on my knees and braced myself on the small table on either side of her head. Her hands came up and gripped my biceps as her hips levered to meet me.
“Fuck yes…oh shit…” Marcy grunted with every stroke.
I powered in and out, savoring her tight hot channel. Her walls gripped me like a velvet glove and hot cream coated my cock. I picked up speed and power, making the small table rock, neither of us seemed to care.
This wasn’t some romantic romp, I was fucking Marcy. I was going harder and deeper with every stroke. I could feel her tightening around me, I just kept going. Her eyes grew wider as she stared up at me.
“Fucking…going…” was all she got out and then her eyes rolled back.
“Ghhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” she gave out a low guttural moan as her pussy clamped around me.
I never even slowed; I just kept going and going. I felt every ripple, saw every wave as it rolled through her soft belly. Hot pussy juices gushed out around my cock as she whimpered and mewled her way through a massive orgasm. All I could think of was the man who was married to her, had no fucking idea of the animal that lay in his bed at night.
I powered her through her first orgasm, and kept fucking. God it was the hottest, best sex I had ever experienced. I could feel the pressure mounting in my balls. I was going to cum, and it wasn’t small.
“I’m…” was all I moaned.
I felt those full thighs wrap around my waist and her ankles lock at my low back. I stared down into her flushed face as sweat dripped off her forehead.
Her eyes had focused back and she watched my face. A smile curled her lips and she nodded her head just slightly. Your call, I thought. I pulled back and slammed my full weight down on her, driving her fleshy ass into the table. Nails dug into my biceps as I held there, buried to the hilt inside her.
My cock jerked and I literally felt my seed travel the full length of the shaft and explode deep inside her belly.
“Fuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I groaned as the first blast let loose.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” Marcy gave a soft cooing noise as wad after wad dumped into her.
I don’t know if she actually felt it, but she had to feel my cock throbbing. She had to know I was dumping my hot seed into her gut. I have had sex before, but this was the first time I had ever creampied someone. I have to say the sensation was mind bending as I unloaded.
As my orgasm subsided and the last of my seed oozed into her, I felt her legs slowly unwrap and fall back to the table. I eased back hearing the wet slurp as my softening cock slid free. I glanced down and watched as a white glob of cum dribbled out her gaping pussy and down the crack of her ass.
I eased off the table as Marcy lay limp, a satisfied smile on her lips. I gathered my pants and stepped into them without speaking. Conversation didn’t seem necessary as I slipped out the door. Marcy seemed more into the detached stranger fucking her, and that suited me fine.
When I slipped back into the room ten minutes later, the room was empty. The tell tale scent of sex, and the large wet spot on the towel on the table the only evidence of our coupling. I cleaned the table off and tossed the towels into the canister in the corner. The small envelope I again found on the head towel, just like Jill.
“Any hole any time” she had written with a flourish, followed by her phone number.
I logged her number and name into my phone and then disposed of the paper and envelope. The two crisp one hundred dollar bills I pocketed. I had to admit the sex had been hotter than hell, but was this the norm?
Over the next two months I discovered it wasn’t the everyday. Some days nothing happened, and one day I fucked two women in a row. There was no schedule or pattern and the women seemed to not fit a style, age or appearance.