My Favorite Masseuse 
By Theseus 


It was Richard's 34th birthday when he got as a present from one of his
coworkers a gift card for a massage at a local massage parlor. He never had
one before and after his first visit he got hooked. He loved it so much that
he started going every 1 or 2 months.

One day he called the massage parlor for an appointment and got one with a new
girl named Carla, for that Friday afternoon after work. He got there, happy to 
start his weekend in a relaxing way. He checked in and waited. A few minutes 
later his masseuse, Carla came out to greet him. Carla was wearing the massage 
parlor uniform of khaki pants and a black polo shirt but he could tell this girl 
was buff. She seemed to be in her late 20s. Her thighs were stretching her pants 
and the sleeves of her shirt were tightly wrapped around her biceps. To top it 
off, she was very well endowed in the chest area, with a pretty face, dark skin, 
and long dark hair.

She shook his hand hard and said "Hi, I'm Carla. Nice to meet you Richard."
Richard was speechless and he could only smile. As they were walking down the
hall she said to him, "You seem a little nervous. Is this your first time? "

"No." he stammered, "I get massages often."

"Good," she replied. "Massages are good for your health."

She led him into the room and told him to get ready and she would be right
back. Richard undressed down to his boxer briefs and got on the massage table
and under the blanket, facing down. When she got back, she turned on some new
age music, uncovered his back and started working on him. He had requested a
deep tissue massage and she was really going for it.

He usually only small talked with his masseuse for the first few minutes and
then enjoyed his massages in silence but he really wanted to talk to Carla and
find out about her and brought the subject to her strength.

"Yea, I work out a lot," she said. "It helps out with this job, but I do it
mostly because I like to be strong. I like the feel of my muscles being
strong."

If it was possible for Richard's jaw to drop as he was facing down on the
massage table, it would. He could already feel his cock stiffening and he
continued to ask questions about the weights she lifted, how often etc.

"I can really feel your strength on my back." He said.

"Oh that's nothing," she replied. "The pressure I am putting on you is
limited. I am actually holding back. Now, please lay on your back so that I
can work your front and your neck. It is actually better to massage your neck
while you lay on your back, believe it or not."

He freaked out. He had a raging erection and didn't want to show it. So he
insisted on staying on his stomach. Carla had seen behavior like this before
and realized what he was trying to hide so she didn't insist. At the end of the 
massage she left the room to let him get dressed. She returned with a cup of 
water for him.

"Just to give you an idea," she said and she pulled up her right sleeve and
flexed. Her bicep bulged into a rock solid mass "This is the kind of muscles
that were working on you today. I hope you enjoyed and to see you soon again."
She knew what she was doing and what effect she had on him.

Over the weekend he couldn't get her out of his mind as he was jerking off to
her mental image. So he hurriedly booked another massage with her for the
following Friday.

When he saw her again she was dressed the same way of course, but he couldn't
wait to get the conversation started.

"You're back so soon," she said when she entered the room to get the massage
started. "Is everything OK with your back? " she asked.

"Yes, of course. It was just a great massage and I wanted another one sooner
rather than later." he told her as he was laying flat on his stomach. "Your 
strong hands were magic."

She smiled knowingly. "I figured. I have that effect on people's muscles. I
turn hard tense muscles into soft putty in my hands, but I also have the
opposite effect sometimes."

Richard froze on the table. Did she know of his erection last time? The
massage proceeded and just like last time he kept asking her questions about
her training and complimenting her muscles, their look, and her dedication.

"Are you going to turn on your back this time?" she asked half way through.

He was prepared for it and decided to go for it. As he turned over his
erection clearly tented the towel.

"Oh my!" she said. "You really are enjoying your massage!"

He smiled and she proceeded to complete her massage properly, glancing over
often at the triangle formed by his dick under the towel.

At the end she offered him her card. "I do house calls too, you know. It's a
little more expensive but it's at the comfort of your home and not rushed at all."

He took it and the very next day called her to arrange an appointment for the
following weekend. The work week dragged slowly for him. He was so excited 
but was hoping he wasn't reading too much into it.

She arrived at his place in the evening dressed in sweatpants and a sweater.
Not at all what he expected, but as she was setting up the portable massage
table in the living room area she explained that she had been at the gym right
before she came over and asked if it's all right to take a quick shower. He had 
no objection at all of course, and waited for her. A few minutes later she came 
out into the living room area and his wait was totally worth it. Her black hair 
was still wet and she was wearing the shortest kimono ever, tied at the waist and 
her thighs were smooth; thick but muscular. Her calves visibly striated as she 
twisted her legs a bit for him.

"I know you like female muscles, don't you?" she asked as she was showing him
her strong legs while pulling up a bit her kimono. "I like it when men admire 
the hard work I put into developing my body."

"They look fantastic!" he said practically drooling.

"Thanks, Hun! So nice of both of you to say so," she said as she pointing to the
penis that was already stretching his jeans. "One more peek before we start your 
massage." And with that, she untied the silk kimono belt, pulled back and let it 
drop to the floor. She was wearing a red bra and matching panties. Her ample 
bosom was accentuated. Her 6 pack was also clearly defined and when she did a 
double biceps pose with one knee slightly bent, he thought he would cum in his 
pants. She turned around and showed him the bumps and ridges on her back. She 
had such a powerful musculature without a trace of fat.

"Enough of that, mister," she said. "Take off your clothes and lay down for
your massage."

Richard hesitated as she wasn't averting her gaze or going into the other
room. She was staring at him. So he started to undress, self conscious of his
straining erection but also his pudgy midsection. As he got down to his boxer
briefs, she took some steps to come and stand in front of him. Eye to eye, a
sharp contrast of a tanned hard muscular female body versus a pale soft weak male
one with a raging erection in his underwear, in tribute to her physical superiority.

"OK, it's time for your massage," she ordered.

She proceeded to massage him like in their previous appointments. At some
point, while he was still facing down and she was on the side of his head facing
him and rubbing his back, she started with the teasing and the muscle talk.

"Go ahead and extend your arms forward and feel my thighs," she instructed
him. He did as he was told and he felt a fresh blood rush to his already hard
dick as he was feeling the rock hard thighs.

She continued to tease him. "I push more weight with them than 3 men your size
weigh!"

And she continued: "I can trap a grown man between my legs and crush him." And
later on as she was describing the hundreds of sit ups and pull ups she could do, 
she added, "Sometimes after a good workout, I catch myself feeling myself. It 
turns me on to tense my abs and run my fingers up and down my washboard 
stomach."

After a while she told him to flip over and get on his back. His pole was still 
tenting his underwear.

"I like that you're still ... up for it," she grabbed his underwear and pulled
them down freeing his erection from its constraint. "I see you have at least
one muscle that is big and hard."

She grabbed him by the shaft and pulled him off the massage table and led him
to his bedroom. Once in front of the bed, she violently pushed him on it, undid her 
bra, and removed her panties. She then got on the bed and impaled herself on him. 
She rode him hard and fast. At some point she did a double biceps pose as she was 
straddling him. He felt her muscles. The sides of her huge lats gave an almost 
triangular shape to her upper body. Her washboard stomach now glistening with 
mild perspiration. And of course her big globes bouncing up and down.

While still on top of him, she felt him close to cumming and grabbed him by the
throat. "Don't you dare cum before me, bitch!" she barked. He really had to try
to control himself for the next few minutes. Her dominance over him turned
them both on but when he finally felt her orgasm he let go as well.

Afterwards, she showered again and strutted around his house naked as she was
packing her stuff. He couldn't help but admire the movement of her muscles on
her naked form. They agreed that they both had a great time and set up to go
on a real date next time where she promised to show him some new stuff and
take it to the next level ....