In the meantime here's a sexy excerpt to whet the appetite.
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Erica and Eunice took off their woollen jumpers and stepped out of their casual jeans. Holy fuck, would you look at those bodies, Larry thought. There was a pair of lingerie models standing in their underwear in his living room. He’d suspected they’d been dressing down to mask their figures, but he hadn’t expected both to be so jaw-droppingly gorgeous. They were all legs and soft, smooth, inviting curves. Had a page from a Victoria’s Secret catalogue come to life in his living room? They wouldn’t have looked out of place there. Hell, they’d have probably shown up most of the other girls. They posed for him, showing off the fantastic curves of their chests and the equally smooth canvasses of their asses. Erica was wearing skimpy pink underwear with lacy trim. Eunice had the same, but in devilish flame red. Both looked hot enough to set the carpet and curtains on fire.
Erica looked at his boxers and motioned for him to take them off. Larry obliged with a smile. He hadn’t been totally sure what their visit would entail—how far they’d go—and he’d been too afraid to ask directly, but this, and the strip of condoms he’d seen in Erica’s bag, made him a lot more confident the service he thought they might be offering was the same service he hoped they were offering.
“You joining in?” he asked. Erica and Eunice had made no move to remove their bras and panties.
“Later,” Erica said.
“It’s better to draw these things out,” Eunice added. Her words felt like a moist tongue slowly running down his shaft. Already erect, Larry’s dick twitched in eager anticipation.
Erica patted the surface of the massage table and Larry climbed up and lay on his front. The surface was surprisingly well-padded and soft. Comfy.
He felt firm hands on the back of his neck. Erica gave the meat of his shoulders some experimental squeezes.
“You’re very tense. Up here is all knotted up,” Erica said.
“Stresses of work,” Larry lied.
Shitty posture while playing too much Call of Duty on his Xbox more like.
“Are you okay with us using massage oil?” Erica asked.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t we use the special cream?” Eunice said.
“What a splendid idea,” Erica said. “As long as that’s fine with you,” she leaned down to whisper in Larry’s ear.
“Fine with me,” Larry said. “What’s so special about it?”
“It has aphrodisiac properties,” Erica whispered close enough for her warm breath to tickle against his earlobe. “Or so they say.”
“We save it for our... special... clients,” Eunice said. Her hand slid down and lingered against his inner thigh.
“So I’m ‘special’ now then,” Larry grinned.
“You’re young and your belly doesn’t hang over the side of the table. Trust me, that’s a vast improvement over our usual clientele,” Erica said.
Larry laughed. “For now,” he said. “I shouldn’t laugh too much. That’ll probably be me in twenty years time.”
Working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers; Xbox; military shooters; playing military shooters under the guise of working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers—ah, the perils of modern living.
“So this ‘special’ treatment...” Time to stop pussy-footing about and pop the question. “Just how far does it go?”
Now Erica was close enough for her soft lips to brush against his ear. “As far as you want it.”
That sounded like an affirmative.
He jolted as Eunice tickled the underside of his scrotal sac with a long fingernail.
Felt like an affirmative as well.
Both girls giggled. Through the corner of his eye Larry saw Erica walk away and pull something out of her bag. He heard a rude sound. He assumed Erica was squeezing some kind of thick substance out of a tube, but there must be some air caught inside as it came out with a series of burbling squelches that reminded Larry of the lewd sounds of sex organs coming together in the filthier porn flicks. It was oddly arousing. Naughty cream for a naughty massage, he thought with a smile.
“This might feel a little cool at first,” Erica warned.
A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, out Friday 13th March!
Erica looked at his boxers and motioned for him to take them off. Larry obliged with a smile. He hadn’t been totally sure what their visit would entail—how far they’d go—and he’d been too afraid to ask directly, but this, and the strip of condoms he’d seen in Erica’s bag, made him a lot more confident the service he thought they might be offering was the same service he hoped they were offering.
“You joining in?” he asked. Erica and Eunice had made no move to remove their bras and panties.
“Later,” Erica said.
“It’s better to draw these things out,” Eunice added. Her words felt like a moist tongue slowly running down his shaft. Already erect, Larry’s dick twitched in eager anticipation.
Erica patted the surface of the massage table and Larry climbed up and lay on his front. The surface was surprisingly well-padded and soft. Comfy.
He felt firm hands on the back of his neck. Erica gave the meat of his shoulders some experimental squeezes.
“You’re very tense. Up here is all knotted up,” Erica said.
“Stresses of work,” Larry lied.
Shitty posture while playing too much Call of Duty on his Xbox more like.
“Are you okay with us using massage oil?” Erica asked.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t we use the special cream?” Eunice said.
“What a splendid idea,” Erica said. “As long as that’s fine with you,” she leaned down to whisper in Larry’s ear.
“Fine with me,” Larry said. “What’s so special about it?”
“It has aphrodisiac properties,” Erica whispered close enough for her warm breath to tickle against his earlobe. “Or so they say.”
“We save it for our... special... clients,” Eunice said. Her hand slid down and lingered against his inner thigh.
“So I’m ‘special’ now then,” Larry grinned.
“You’re young and your belly doesn’t hang over the side of the table. Trust me, that’s a vast improvement over our usual clientele,” Erica said.
Larry laughed. “For now,” he said. “I shouldn’t laugh too much. That’ll probably be me in twenty years time.”
Working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers; Xbox; military shooters; playing military shooters under the guise of working remotely on software while dressed in only a dressing gown and slippers—ah, the perils of modern living.
“So this ‘special’ treatment...” Time to stop pussy-footing about and pop the question. “Just how far does it go?”
Now Erica was close enough for her soft lips to brush against his ear. “As far as you want it.”
That sounded like an affirmative.
He jolted as Eunice tickled the underside of his scrotal sac with a long fingernail.
Felt like an affirmative as well.
Both girls giggled. Through the corner of his eye Larry saw Erica walk away and pull something out of her bag. He heard a rude sound. He assumed Erica was squeezing some kind of thick substance out of a tube, but there must be some air caught inside as it came out with a series of burbling squelches that reminded Larry of the lewd sounds of sex organs coming together in the filthier porn flicks. It was oddly arousing. Naughty cream for a naughty massage, he thought with a smile.
“This might feel a little cool at first,” Erica warned.
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A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, out Friday 13th March!
