For a little thing, my clit has certainly caused a lot of trouble. Or actually, it has caused a lot of fun. Since I was a little girl, I was giving myself little moments of pleasure several times a day. But, I’m talking about way more than masturbation. Here’s my story:
I had my first baby when I was 19. My second at 22. My fucking first husband left me at 25, with two small children. Fucker!
I’ve been lucky to have good looks, and a reasonable personality. [She laughs.] Well, I could lose 20 pounds, but whatever, right?
[She’s actually quite thin.]
So now my boys are 17 and 14 years old. I’ve gotta get them through college. Oh sure, they could depend on student loans, or take up a trade, but that’s not ideal, in my opinion.
My second husband was a really good man. A good man. But forklifts don’t have seatbelts. You’d think at such slow speeds… Well, anyway, he didn’t leave me with much. Just this goofy old ramshackle house with its five bedrooms.
Between raising the kids I took in a little work as a massage practitioner. Legitimate massages, that is. Oh, I fantasized more than once about doing something more with some of my clients, but that just fantasy except for two people.
One was Margie. She’s a kick. Anyone who shops at the A&P knows who she is. I felt bad for her because as a checker, with her own children to support, money had to be tight. I gave her a discount. She must have taken it the wrong way because after the massage, she hugged me like many of my clients do, but then she kissed me. Full on – French! Well, one thing led to another, and with both my kids in school, she and I fucked in the massage room, if you can call it that. I guess the better term is ‘finger-fucked.’ She brought me to a great orgasm. Then, she slid a finger in my ass, using my own lube, and brought me to a second orgasm. No man has ever done that. You can bet I reciprocated. I always had this weird idea that I wanted to lick a vagina. Boy, did I do that for Margie!
Over the next year or so, she and I got hot and heavy. Then, for some reason I don’t really understand, we just grew apart. I mean, we are still the greatest of friends, but we just aren’t sexual anymore. I think it’s because she hit menopause, and you know how some women are after that. Me, on the other hand, I became hornier than ever!
The other client was a man named Alan. He isn’t much to look at, but boy could he fuck! With Al, it started as a paid massage. I’ve always been leery of doing guys, but hey, it’s money, right? He seemed innocent enough. And he was. During the massage, I always ask my clients whether they want to be draped or not. He, like maybe 70% of them, opt to be fully naked. I keep the heat up in that back bedroom to help encourage nudity. I think I have to admit that working on properly naked men or women, really gets me going. Covering with a sheet or towel seems prudish to me.
So anyway, Al didn’t want a sheet. When I had him roll over for the second part of the massage, there was his dick, standing straight up. It was something to behold. I mean, I’ve seen a good number of cocks in my day, but his was more of a dick, or a ‘penis.’ By that, I mean it was pretty thin, but also rather long. He also shaved that area, as more and more men are doing these days – thankfully. That exaggerated the long, thin effect. He actually apologized for getting hard in my presence. I assured him that it was fine, that many men get hard. Actually, I haven’t had that many male clients, and only a couple of them had semi-erections. Frankly, I was delighted.
As the massage progressed, I went from being certain that I wouldn’t touch it, to wondering what it would be like to touch it, to finally touching that glorious penis of his. By the time the massage was over, I had him ejaculating in my hands. It was wonderful, but it also scared me. It’s not ‘professional’ you know.
Time went on, and Al came for regular weekly massages, every one with a happy ending.
So, there I was with my second husband, John, being dead and all. Of course I grieved, but I had to really get in gear. I had to take care of the kids. I ramped up my massage business as much as I could, but that went only so far.
Al introduced me to Lawrence a no-nonsense client who wanted a handjob right away. I briefly wondered whether Lawrence might be a cop. He looked it. Well sort of. He was a big, heavy guy – with muscles as well as fat.
I did the massage anyway, figuring I needed the money enough to offset the risk of an illegal massage. I found his cock fascinating. It was fatter than any I had ever seen, but not particularly long. With most guys, I can wrap my fingers around it, and my thumb and middle finger can touch. Not Lawrence. The fingertips didn’t even come close. The damn thing was rock-hard too. This man had a powerful erection!
Lawrence loved his handjob, and scheduled another for the next week. After his second happy-ending massage, he asked me to dinner. Of course I’d never date clients. That was not so much because of some sort of professional boundary. It was more like lost revenue. If I start dating a regular customer, how can I keep charging him money?
The problem was that Lawrence’s smile and twinkling eyes were infectious. Plus, I like big guys. What can I say?
So we went to dinner. Figuring my boys were old enough to take care of them selves, I called my eldest and told him I was on a date, and he’d have to take care of his little brother.
To cut a long story short, Lawrence and I fucked that very night. Two months later we were married. The boys love him. He is the perfect example of moral values and mental and physical strength. Lawrence really is a cop, but he would never in a million years arrest a massage practitioner.
