The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 008

My hands trembled as I reached for Donna’s clothes.

Her bra clasp was located in the front. The moment I undid it, my fingers grazed her breasts. I trembled as the bra came undone, falling off her chest and onto her bed. Slowly, I tugged the bra out from under her, trying not to tug too hard. Who knew how expensive bras were? As I did so, I was transfixed by the sight of her bosom. Since she was lying on her back, her breasts looked a little flatter as they lay there, sloping a little to the side.

Don’t touch her, I told myself. You’ll be no better than Steven, that rapist wannabe. Just then, a pair of hands appeared in my view. Lola wrapped her arms around my waist, settling her palms on my lower belly.

Lola asked softly, “Logan, do you like Donna?”

I was stunned. “Nonsense! She is my cousin\'s girlfriend!” I retorted quickly.

“Then why do you have a hard on?” asked Lola, dipping her hands further down to cup my rapidly stiffening penis. She pressed her chest into my back, undulating against me subtly.

“I have one because you touched it!” I blurted desperately.

Lola laughed, her breath warm against my back. “Does that mean you like me?” That lit a fire in me I could not quench. Whirling around, I broke free from her embrace and grabbed her wrists instead.

“That goes without saying,” I gritted out. “What kind of game are you playing? You know I’ve been attracted to you since that night you sneaked into my room and touched me!”

Lola said nothing, but her actions made everything clear. She yanked one wrist out of my grip and cupped the bulge of my dick again, this time stroking it with her palm.

“I don’t want to sleep with you,” she teased, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. “You’re bigger than anyone I’ve been with before. What if I split in half?”

“Then don’t lead me on, Lola,” I growled. I was nearing the end of my tether! When she squeezed my dick again and gave me a saucy wink, I could not keep myself from snarling. I let go of her other wrist and grabbed her shoulders instead, pushing her back and into the wall. The last shred of my sanity made me reach behind her head to cushion it as I pinned her against the wall, since no one wanted a concussion on their hands.

“Stop playing around,” I demanded, receiving a smirk in return. I was done being nice. I cradled the back of her head and leaned in, swooping down for a hungry kiss.

“Even if you kiss me, it isn\'t going to happen!” she burst out once I stopped.

I finally figured out what game Lola was playing. She was trying to play hard to get!

“Haha. Speak for yourself, Lola,” I nearly shouted, ripping off the shirt and pants I still wore. The greatest proof of Lola’s willing participation was how she had taken off her own clothes at the same time, leaving her naked. She climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Donna, who was still fast asleep. That left me standing next to the bed awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. If Lola was lying down, did that mean that she wanted me to climb on top of her and fuck her?

“I forgot! Donna said you’re a virgin,” Lola laughed. Swiftly, she stood up and took advantage of my surprise. She grabbed my hand and yanked hard, sending me stumbling over towards the bed. I sat down hard, glad that the mattress was firm enough that it did not bounce Donna right off. “Allow me,” she purred, shoving at my shoulders. Once I had laid down, as per her non-verbal instructions, she seized my penis by the root and lined it up with her cunt. Lola raised herself up on her knees, then exhaled a long, punched-out moan as she sank down on me.

The sensation was simply incredible. Never before had I felt anything like the tight, wet heat of her cunt. I had received handjobs and blowjobs before, but fucking a woman was just different. My eyes rolled back in my head as I struggled not to come, squeezing the base of my dick and my balls hard as though improvising a cock ring.

I got the hang of things quickly enough. Lola did all the work at first raising herself up and down on her knees until she grew tired. “Your turn,” she demanded, planting her hands on my chest to brace herself. Taking the cue, I held onto her ass while I fucked into her, driving my hips back and forth until she was a whining, sweaty mess.

“You’re too big,” Lola complained, pouting. “I can\'t cum with just you in my cunt. Can you touch my breasts too?” Obligingly, I sat up and shoved a few pillows behind me before lying back and squeezing her breasts, flicking my nail over the nipple and squeezing harder as she threw her head back. It was the perfect position. Lola planted one hand on my hip and shoved the other between us, reaching down to rub her clitoris furiously. “Don’t you dare stop, Logan” she panted, thrusting her ass back to meet me. “I’m so damn close. Just… a little more!” Her hand sped up, becoming a bit of a blur until she shrieked in ecstasy.

Lola’s cunt contracted around me, and the warm heat around me got impossibly tighter as she came. I was trying to hold out, but it was completely impossible. Before I knew it, I, too, was coming. My vision whited out for a moment as I thrust deep into her, making her wail. She was probably oversensitive, but I couldn’t stop. I snapped my hips upward again a few more times, riding out the aftershocks of my own orgasm until I was spent.

“Spend the night with me,” I told Lola, but she shook her head. She was afraid Donna would find out what she had done, so she left after a quick shower.

After all that, my own bed did not seem enticing at all. It was cold and empty, as compared to the one I had just had sex with Lola in. I lay back down in bed after showering and putting on a T-shirt and shorts, making sure I left a little room between Donna and me.

The moment I opened my eyes the next morning, I felt a little stifled, as though I were having trouble breathing.

It was Donna! She was lying on me like an octopus with her chest pressing onto mine and her arms hugging my head. Her body was pressed against mine, and her breasts were tucked right into my chest. If I closed my eyes, I could just about feel how her nipples felt against my skin. Oh god, I thought. There’s no way I’m going to be able to avoid getting hard. As Donna shifted a little, I could feel myself chubbing up. Blood rushed to my dick as she shifted again, this time rolling half off me. Donna brought her hand up to touch my chest, caressing one pectoral before she dragged it down to my cock.

She stroked me and muttered softly, “This is strange. Why did you become bigger overnight?”

My heart was in my throat. Something finally dawned on her, and she snapped back to her senses. She glanced at me and screamed.

She let go of me and leaped up. “Logan, don\'t misunderstand. I mistook you for Martin!”

The fire burning inside me was instantly doused. Martin.

Oh yes. Martin. Wasn\'t I betraying Martin by doing this? How could I lust after Donna? I wanted to slap myself.

I forced a smile, shaking my head. “It’s okay, Donna. Lola told me to sleep in your room to make sure that you didn’t stop breathing during the night, since you were drugged. I won\'t be sleeping here tomorrow night.”

The moment I finished my sentence, I left the room without so much as looking back. I did not know how to face her.

I did not go to work either. How could I go to work, considering what had happened yesterday? Since the massage parlor owner clearly took Steven’s side, I decided not to go.

After idling outside for a long time, I went home at night.

For the next few nights, I gave Donna a massage, too.

Today she was dressed in a simple set of pajamas. When I lifted her leg so that I could massage her calf, I saw that Donna was wearing a pair of sheer panties today. Her shorts were so loose that the leg holes gaped open, giving me a perfect view of her vulva. Through the panties I could see her little mound and the shape of her labia pressing against the fabric. I tried to concentrate on her calf but it was to no avail. My traitorous dick grew hard against my own pajamas, straining to get free.

After I finished the massage, Donna asked me to spend the night with her. Although we had only done this for a couple of days, I was getting accustomed to sleeping with her. I would probably have trouble sleeping if I were alone.

The next day, Donna was nowhere to be seen when I woke up. When I came out of the room, Donna was sitting at the table as she had already prepared all the food.

However, I paid no attention to the food as I kept looking at Donna. Donna must be doing this on purpose! I thought, clenching my fists. She was only wearing an apron, without anything underneath. As she turned to go back to the kitchen, I could see everything. The pink strings were tied low on her waist, and the ribbon sat right above the luscious curve of her ass.

“Hi, Logan!” she greeted sunnily, coming out with two glasses of orange juice. She set one down at my plate, then began drinking hers. Somehow, a drop got onto her chest. She promptly wiped it away with her finger, and my eyes followed her finger as it wiped the juice from the top of her right breast and conveyed it to her mouth.

My dick throbbed wildly. It felt as though I was about to blow up. She must be doing this deliberately!

RING RING RING! My phone rang, breaking the spell.

“Unknown number,” my phone announced. “Press the button once to accept.”

I hesitated, but I picked up anyway. A sultry voice came from over the phone as the caller laughed and purred, “Logan, do you remember me?”

I trembled upon hearing the voice. “How did you get my mobile number?”

“I have my ways.” A cackle sounded over the phone before she continued. “Enough. Logan, do you still remember the favor you owe me? It is about time you return it.”

I frowned. I hesitated for a long time before I gritted my teeth and said, “I will return it now! Just get to your point. How do you want me to satisfy you?”

She chuckled instantly. “Satisfy me? You can\'t satisfy me. I’ve had so many men in my life and none of them could do it, let alone you. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“I heard you became a blind masseur. I want to test your skills first before I tell you more.” Hardly anyone in town had my mobile number. Ever since I became blind, the phone was simply an accessory I hardly used.

“What’s wrong? Logan, are you upset?” Donna asked. I shook my head, not knowing how to explain.

“Was it the owner of the hair salon, Victoria Steward?” asked Donna quickly.

I was caught by surprise. How did Donna know?

“Was that her?” She clearly sounded anxious.

I grimaced and nodded.

“Logan, why is she looking for you?” asked Donna worriedly.

I hesitated briefly, trying to find the right words.

Donna seemed to be annoyed. “Logan, what does she want from you? Why does she keep pushing you around? I’lll go talk to her!” she declared.

I was stunned. “No! You can’t afford to mess with her,” I stammered.

“Mess with her? No matter how powerful she is, she is just a woman! What could a woman possibly do to another woman?” Donna huffed as she straightened her back and stuck her chest out.

Did I mention that Donna was well-endowed? Her pose only made her chest stick out further, accentuating her bosom.

I smiled sadly and told her she was mistaken. In theory, women were physically unable to cause as much damage as men. However, Victoria was no ordinary woman and she knew exactly how to handle women. Otherwise, she would not have succeeded in becoming the owner of a successful chain of hair salons.

The moment I thought about the erotic things Victoria could do to Donna, I could not help gulping. Although it was wrong of me, a part of me hoped that I would have the chance to see Victoria and Donna sleeping together.

They were both gorgeous and sexy. Any man would volunteer to help if he caught them together.