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(MF, voy, oral, ws, mc) *** When I lived in a Denver suburb a few years back I used to advertise in the Rocky Mountain Oyster (sexually oriented weekly newspaper): "Free full body rub for attractive lady by an attractive young male..." You could not advertise "massage" unless you were a licensed massage therapist, but "body rub" was okay. In those days you could include a phone number in Oyster ads, which I did. Of course I got lots of nuisance calls, some at all hours of the night, but I always got one or two real, straight-on calls from each ad. I had a spare bedroom with a massage table I'd picked up from a local supply house for $150, a tape player with some soothing music and I had a pretty good line of patter and a pleasing and reassuring voice. I had practiced hypnosis for fun some time and although I didn't really want to hypnotize my "clients" (Hell, most of them didn't need any more convincing). But I did use suggestive language to raise their level of sexual tension. For example, "Now I'm rubbing your long, lean flanks... they're so beautiful they excite me." Or, "The cheeks of your bottom are just delightful, sweetheart," as I squeezed them in circles, spreading them and pressing them together. "Any man would love to handle them like I am now." And, "What magnificent breasts..." or "God! I love pert, teenage breasts like yours." Like that, you know. The room lights were equipped with a master dimmer switch which I used to lower the light level and the room was decorated colorfully and tastefully I had bought several of those hand-printed colorful East- Indian cotton sheets, and they were draped around the table and across the window. The room right next my massage room was my master bedroom. It was equipped with a huge king sized bed (carefully turned down) with towers and a bridge -- no one could miss it as we walked down the hall to the massage room. I kept the lights in there on and dimmed and I burned various flavors of joss sticks in there for atmosphere. The overall combined effect of all these efforts was irritable for most. All their senses were stimulated: sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste -- an open golden box of Godiva chocolates and some Camerbert cheese and crackers were placed so they could be reached from the massage table and I handed each client a glass of a very tasty, chilled white Zinfandel wine which I kept filled. These amenities were free and I was generous with them. No one ever refused the wine or chocolates. The entire thing was a big success and I enjoyed many wonderful, dreamy encounters and with some very sexy, attractive and passionate women. I massaged them for about an hour, usually. After about 35 minutes I had them turn over and by the time I worked from their neck and shoulders down to their thighs, most were begging for cock. Most of these lovelies, however, I wanted to go down on before I fucked them. Cunnilingus was one of my favorite sports. A few of them even sucked me while still on their stomachs as I walked around the table harder than a rock. A few couldn't last long enough for me to turn them over and let their passion go in only a half hour or so. I never argued with what my clients wanted, providing they were wet and squirming -- indicating a high level of heat. When they were ready, I went to work in a loving and passionate way. No, I didn't fuck all my clients, but most were ready for the full treatment. Even the ones who weren't willing to go all the way responded to digital and oral stimulation, which I offered only to the attractive ones. Most were very acceptable in the looks department so most of them I licked and sucked and nibbled. A few brought their boyfriends or husbands with them but I made it clear that they were only to watch, but could play with themselves if they wanted. Most of them did and I saw a few very nice cocks there. I always wore a pair of very short cutoff jeans and no shirt, to show off my lean body well. I was blonde, blue-eyed, and very nice looking. My cock always appeared below the cutoffs as it hardened, and the ever increasing sight of it as I walked around the table served to excite the ladies very much. Several reached out and grasped it, squeezing me. I had pretty good control, or I would have cum way too soon often. As I mentioned above, some even took me in their mouths, not being able to resist a hard-on I suppose. I never lacked for very good sex during those two years, it was great! But then the Oyster stopped taking ads that offered body rubs because, I think, they were getting heat from the massage therapists' organization in Denver. It was probably just as well, for in those two years I almost fucked and sucked my brains out. It made a huge draw on my ejaculatory reserves. Did I mind? Nooooo. Many of my "clients" made arrangements for private meetings in their homes, and I religiously kept all such appointments. They were all happy and very exciting. Some were a little kinky, but I was able to handle the kinky ones pretty well. Except for one. She was a very beautiful exotic dancer with long blonde hair and a fantastic long, slim body, an insatiable sexual appetite and a very vivid and creative imagination. She had this desire to have me shove a champaign bottle (with the champaign still in it) up her butt after shaking it vigorously. She got high from the champaign coating her intestines, and loved both the feeling and the effect and wanted this frequently. It was pretty boring for me after the first or second time, but for her it was an insatiable fetish. However, she had redeeming qualities. One of those was especially endearing. When I had fucked her for fifteen or twenty minutes or so and felt the onset of my ejaculation, I would whisper in her ear that I was ready and she would bathe my cock with her very hot pee as I was buried deep in her cunt. The heat of that pee combined with the sheer intimacy of the act, always brought me to an instant and superbly intense climax. I never found another woman who could or would do that. I was trying to learn to pee through my hard-on while it was deep inside her, too, but never mastered the ability to do that. I did find other ways to use ads in the old Rocky Mountain Oyster to attract willing women and girls, but those are other stories I'll put into print later... maybe. END [Although I'm not looking for technical, grammatical or philosophical criticism, Tinman always welcomes feedback on how my stories affect you and what you do about it. 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