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1 Mar 2006
Tales of a Tantric Therapist
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Tales of a Tantric Therapist
My name is Michelle and at 32 years young, I had come to the conclusion
that my marriage and life were in a rut, although I dearly loved my
husband Tom, he had absolutely no ambition in life, and this was reflected
by his efforts in the bedroom.
I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a more fulfilling way
of life. I decided that to give myself means to carry out my ambitions I
needed to find myself a job, but what. I had married young and had
received no worthwhile employment experiences, after searching through the
vacancy columns for days I found that it was not going to be easy to find
something that would allow me to move into a better lifestyle.
Weeks passed, frustration at my inability to find a job was beginning to
set in. I had almost given up on finding something suitable, and then I received a
call from Sandra, a friend of several years inviting me for coffee.
We had not seen each other for some time and while reminiscing,
I admitted how frustrated I was with my life. Sandra was not at all
surprised by this and went on to tell how she had been through the same
sort of thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by telling how she had
started working as a tantric therapist. She told how she had come to really
enjoy the work, how it had given her new found financial freedom. This
revelation started to intrigue me and I pressed her to tell me more.
Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a ritzy suburb in
downtown Auckland, she provided nude massages, with hand relief. Her
clientele were generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well for
a sensuous session.
Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing some part time work,
I thought for a moment, but had to say that I thought that I would not be
able to take my clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage him
and give him a hand job. She said don't say no right away, but think it
over. Think about the rewards, the independence it would give me.
After several days of agonising over Sandra's proposition I decided that I
needed to stop being a wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of
the rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to work with her the
next day and check things out, to which I agreed.
That night all sorts of things went around in my head, I was sure that my
husband Tom was aware that something was amiss, but he said nothing.
The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day, which I thought had
to be a good omen. I put on my best Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy
half cup bra: with french style high cut panties, garter belt and white
stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked out my image in
the mirror. I had arranged to meet Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over
I began to have second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, but
before I knew it I as at the address she had given me, and too late to
chicken out as Sandra was waiting for me in her car, she jumped out on
seeing me and gave me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come.
From the outside the clinic looked no different from the other expensive
looking houses in the street, We went inside and I was pleasantly
surprised at the tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception
area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, greeted us. Sandra gave
me a brief tour of the house, but had to cut it short because she had a
client arriving shortly. The house had four massage rooms, all with proper
massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel colours and had
candles and incense burners lit. A futon couch was in one corner of the
room while in the other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered
that the futon doubled as a fold out bed!
Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get comfortable with the
work would be for me to watch her with her first client of the day if he
was agreeable. We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred' her
first for the day was waiting, I found myself giving him the once over, he
was about forty, quite tall and well proportioned. Sandra sidled up beside
him and whispered in his ear, this brought a grin to his face. I'll never
know what she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she took both
our hands and led us off to her massage room.
It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients by the way they
chatted on the way. Upon entering the room she gave Fred what I thought to
be a fairly intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she returned
she suggested that if I was comfortable enough, I strip to my underwear,
while she gave Fred his massage. Well I had come this far it seemed silly
to back out now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around his
waist, I could see that he must work out regularly as his physique was
very good, he threw his towel over the chair and lay face down on the
table, meanwhile Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the
Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using her hands and
upper torso had a strange effect on me, I thought I should have felt
differently from the way I did and I can't explain it but I felt a
stirring in my inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over I was
beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether it was the sight of a
naked man or watching him run his hands over my friend's naked body I'm
not sure, but it was having a pleasant affect on me.
Fred by this time had become very aroused on was displaying an erection
most men would be proud of. After using her hands, forearms and breasts to
massage for what seemed an eternity Sandra proceeded to the foot of the
table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred she "time for my famous body
slide". This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and down Fred's
torso. First she used her breasts to good effect on Fred's already
straining erection, then up over his chest and up to his face. Pausing she
allowed him to first lick, and then suck her nipples. They both started
making soft noises that left me with no doubt that they were extremely
While this was going on Fred had managed to slide his penis between
Sandra's legs and when she slid slowly up and down his erection was
getting tantalisingly close to her pussy. It didn't take genius to see
that he was attempting to manoeuvre himself towards possibly penetrating
her, sensing this Sandra eased herself down and off the table, commenting
jokingly to Fred that he was a naughty boy. Fred laughed and said, "it
was worth a crack". Sandra was now at the business end of the massage and
started to apply more oil to Fred's penis with her hands then her breasts,
while doing this she beckoned me to come closer. I slowly edged towards
the table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me to try and help
out, the grin on Fred's face told her that he was up to it.
At first I didn't know where to look, here was a man that I had never met,
lying naked in front of me with an erection that I had never seen the
likes of, it had to be at least 9 inches, possibly 10 and thick too.
Unlike my husbands, Fred's was circumcised, and stood "proud and tall"
with large veins that stood out from the richly purple colour of his
manhood. Sandra seemed to sense my apprehension and leaned over towards me
and gently but firmly took my hand and drew me to the table. It seemed the
two of them had been through this routine before as Fred also sensed my
unease and discretely closed his eyes. Without the feeling of being ogled
I soon lost the tenseness and eased my way towards the table and body
waiting there. While still holding my hand in her left hand Sandra was
slowly sliding her right hand up and down Fred's penis. I watched,
fascinated, it wasn't long before Fred started to squirm a little, showing
signs that he was about to cum, observing Sandra this and slowed her
strokes to prolong his pleasure.
All the time this was happening, Sandra was slowly but surely bringing my
hand closer to Fred's penis, and before I knew it Sandra slowly removed
her hand and replaced it with mine while still enclosing my hand in hers.
It was really happening, I was giving a hand job to a man I had never seen
before. His penis slid easily in my hand, I wasn't sure what I thought it
would feel like, but it felt lovely and warm, it seemed like the natural
thing to do was continue with slow stokes as Sandra had been doing, but I
guess Fred was past sensuality and was feeling the need to be relieved as
he suddenly reached across me and placed his hand on my breast. Although
this surprised me I wasn't startled, as the touch was ever so gentle. With
his eyes still shut Fred suddenly whispered, " Oh fuck" and with that he
let go with a stream of cum that not only went all over his stomach but
spayed over my hand and up my arm, some even made it onto my best Victoria
Unfortunately the suddenness of this made me jump, letting go of his
penis, Sandra and Fred burst into laughter at my reaction. Sandra took
hold of a tissue and put it in my hand and motioned for me to wipe up the
mass of cum, it was a strange feeling standing there cleaning cum from my
breasts and the torso of a man that less than an hour ago was a complete
stranger. It wasn't until Sandra was going through what she called her,
"calming routine" that I suddenly felt dampness between my legs again,
seeing that Sandra was still draped over Fred's body and they were
completely oblivious to my presence I turned slightly away and inched my
fingers into my panties. Good lord! I had never known myself to be this
wet, it was all I could do to stop myself from fingering my pussy, if I
had been alone I knew that I would have been unable, or unwilling, not to
bring myself to a shuddering climax. After a few moments Sandra and Fred
untangled themselves and sliding off the table she took Fred's hand and
led him to the shower.
Suddenly alone, with what I knew would be but a brief break I plunged my
fingers into my pussy and I came almost immediately, aware that Sandra
and Fred were but a shower door away I stifled my moans and it was all
I could do to stop myself falling in a heap on the floor.
As Sandra and Fred stepped out of the shower they could
hardly not notice the smile on my face and once again they burst into
laughter in unison, they were indeed in no doubt what I had been up to.
Feeling embarrassed by their discovery I turned my back, discarded my
lingerie and stepped into the shower.
I stood for what seemed an eternity under the soothing water that cascaded
over my body and a peaceful bliss came over me. Confused by my reaction to
my first massage experience I justified myself by thinking that I was
turned on by the sexy body that I had been exposed too. How would I re-act
when confronted by a less than average client?
Gathering my thoughts I pondered my next move. I could hear Sandra in the
next room and knew that I would have to face her sooner or later, so
clutching a towel to my body I gingerly stepped out of the shower. Sandra
was tidying the massage table and as I came into the room she looked up
and smiled. Well that wasn't too bad was it she enquired? I had to admit
that if this was a typical example of her work then I knew that I could
cope with being a massage therapist.
Sandra had a gap in her bookings and her next client was not due for 30
minutes so we finished tidying the room then went into the lounge and made
ourselves a coffee. All the while the phone in the little office off the
lounge kept constantly ringing, keeping Suzette busy. This was obviously a
very busy little operation. It seemed in no time at all that the front
door bell rang and Sandra's next client had arrived, she went down to let
him in and returned with him to the lounge. Sandra introduced him as
Ranji, and he smiled and shook my hand, he seemed to hold my hand longer
than you would normally expect when shaking hands, but at the time I
thought nothing of it. He was tall and quite slim, 50ish, he had a bushy
moustache that was quite white and contrasted against his very dark skin.
He settled onto the couch but seemed to be unsure of himself. Suzette came
into the room and offered Ranji a coffee, but he asked for a juice
instead. Ranji followed Suzette into the kitchenette while she was pouring
his juice and I could hear them talking, although only in whispers, but I
did hear my name mentioned. The conversation continued briefly, then
Suzette called me over.
Michelle, Ranji has requested that you do his massage, I have explained to
him that you have not yet decided if you want to work with us, but he is
quite insistent. What do you think she asked? I had already decided that I
was willing to work in the studio but this took me completely by surprise.
I wondered if I was ready to massage on my own. After some thought I said
to Ranji that I thought he would be better having his massage done by
Sandra as he had originally booked, because I hadn't had any previous
experience and at this would be my very first one. Ranji's eyes lit up
when he heard this and said that he was sure that my lack of massage
skills was not a deterrent to him. Ranji and I continued chatting while
Suzette went and asked Sandra if she minded if I did Ranji's massage, she
just came over and gave me a big hug and said welcome to our place!
Suzette took the door fee from Ranji, then suggested that I use room 3,
saying it was next to the room that Sandra and I had previously used. I
led Ranji down the hall to our room and showed him in. As I shut the door
behind us I could feel the butterflies in my stomach starting to flit
around. Ranji seemed charming and chatted about his work as he started to
disrobe. My first impression of Ranji was right, he was slim but not
skinny, his very dark skin almost a shine to it. I handed him a towel as
he peeled down his boxers, he made no attempt to cover himself but
sauntered into the shower carrying the towel.
My moment of truth had arrived, as I stepped out of my skirt I found
myself wondering what Ranji would think of my body, I hesitated before
removing my bra and panties and caught sight of myself in the full length
mirror beside the massage table, I knew that any man would love the sight,
and before I new it Ranji was stepping out of the shower. He stood with
his towel partially covering him and casually looked me up and down. Now I
was self conscious and turned my back to him to continue undressing. No
no, please he said, don't turn round I want to look at you. "You'll have
to get on the table I said" as I was very aware of his eyes following my
every move. He seemed to realise that he was not helping his cause by
making me nervous, so he climbed on the table and turned his head. As I
continued to undress I realised that he was still watching me in the
mirror, but at least it wasn't as obvious.
It still surprises me but as soon as I started to apply the warm oil to
Ranji's legs, the nervousness that I had felt disappeared and it wasn't
long before I felt quite comfortable as I first massaged his legs then
moved onto his buttocks and back.
The music that was being played over the built in system was soothing and
I found myself getting into a rhythm as I proceeded, remembering the way
Sandra had done the earlier massage. Long slow strokes, at first
reasonably firmly, then easing to be more sensuous until it was just a
very light touch. You must have had a very good tutor Ranji said, you are
doing an excellent job for a first massage. The touch seemed to come quite
naturally I replied, and I thought to myself that I was only trying to
touch, as I would like to be touched.
As I moved around to the head of the table to massage Ranji's shoulders,
he dropped his arms from the table and from here he was able to reach
around behind me and lightly stroke the back of my legs. I had seen Fred
do this to Sandra so I should have been ready. It was obviously a standard
move! It actually felt nice and I found myself lingering in that position
to prolong the feeling. As I hadn't moved away Ranji took this as a green
light to further his touching and he slowly moved his fingers in little
circles up my inner thighs, he was obviously practised at this manoeuvre
as I was not really aware of what he was up to until his fingers were only
centimetres away from my most private parts. I wasn't ready for him to
touch me there so I casually moved so as to make it awkward for him to
reach. He made no attempt to try and force the issue, and continued with
the gentle caresses on my thighs.
I slowly moved down the other side to the foot of the table to do a body
slide on his back. I applied a generous amount of oil over my breasts as I
had seen Sandra do and climbed onto the table. When my breasts first made
contact with Ranji's skin I was amazed but my nipples became hard
instantly and as I continued with the body slide the feeling intensified
and I could feel myself getting aroused, I was getting wet. Once again I
found myself lingering on this part of the massage, Ranji obviously had no
objections here and just soaked up the sensations he was feeling from the
contact with my breasts. After a while I found that my arms became quite
tired from supporting me, so I climbed down and asked Ranji to turn over.
As he did I saw that I wasn't the only one that was aroused, he was
starting to get an erection. Even in this semi hard state he had quite a
nice sized cock. When Sandra had massaged Fred she had applied oil to his
penis as soon as he had rolled over, but I noted that while she was
massaging his legs his erection had subsided somewhat. I thought I would
try and prolong the expectations and not apply oil to Ranji's penis until
I was ready to do my body slide on his front. My plan was to use a bit of
tease to keep him eager, and I thought, make the hand relief easier.
My mind kept going back to the massage that Sandra had given Fred, and I
tried to follow the pattern that she had used. Long slow strokes up his
legs, as I moved further up his legs Ranji slowly opened them inviting me
to massage his inner thighs. His eyes were closed and I could hear him
moaning very softly as moved slowly past his scrotum and now fully erect
penis. As I moved around the table I found that I was back in range and it
was no time at all before he was taking advantage of this and started
caressing my legs again. Once again I found myself lingering so as to
enjoy the sensation. Leaning over him I was now using my breasts on his
chest, while using one hand to continue slowly stroking his legs.
Moving over his chest with my breasts I was able to very softly blow on
his nipples and this had an immediate effect, his nipples hardened and
penis noticeably twitched. It was pleasing to see his reaction to my
ministrations, so I continued further down his body and did the same thing
to his penis. Boy did that bring a reaction, his body arched upwards and I
felt the tip of his penis brush my lips. At the same time he put his hand
behind my head and very softly tried hold my mouth there. I gently moved
away to the foot of the table and climbed on ready to give him his body
This time I stayed on my knees as I slowly moved up using my forearms on
his thighs and I repeated the soft blowing as I moved getting closer and
to his manhood. Suddenly I felt wicked, and as I moved towards his penis I
gave a light little lick over his scrotum and up the underside of his ever
increasingly hard cock. Once again the twitch and a quite audible moan.
Now I moved down a little and used my breasts on his cock, this had him
writhing and once again he had his hands on my head and was trying to
bring my mouth towards his cock. To counter this move I proceeded further
up his body now he tried to get his mouth to my breasts. I allowed him to
nibble on my breasts. I had not always found this stimulating but Ranji
was obviously well practised as once again I found my nipples hardening
and a serious wetness developing between my legs. Time to get down I
thought to myself.
Getting off the table I reached for the oil and started to apply it
lovingly to Ranji's penis, he felt warm and smooth in my hand and I
couldn't help but notice the stark contrast of my white skin against the
jet black colour of Ranji's penis, it was quite erotic, here I was, a well
bred white catholic girl with my hand around this Indian mans cock, slowly
masturbating him as he lightly caressed my breasts with one hand and with
the other was attempting to get between my legs. I found myself unable to
resist as he slowly inched towards my pussy, I even shifted my stance to
make it easier for him. I had already cum once today but it didn't take
long for me to reach another orgasm. I could feel myself starting to
quiver and I knew that I would be unable to hide the fact that I was
cumming from Ranji.
I had been so ingrossed in my sensations that I was initially unaware that
Ranji had been talking to me the whole time, but as my orgasm subsided I
could hear him whispering to me "put it in your mouth" over and over
again. This had an unbelievable affect on me and I found myself with an
incredible urge to do just that. Slowly I moved my mouth towards his
beautifully erect penis, seemingly unable to stop myself. Firstly I took
just the tip into my mouth, it tasted slightly salty as pre cum oozed out.
He felt so good that I took more into my mouth until I had all of him, I
could feel him in the very back of my throat. I wasn't long before this
triggered yet another even more explosive orgasm and as I came again Ranji
exploded into my mouth. I had never experienced a man who had such a lot
of jism, and I was unable to swallow quickly enough to stop some spilling
out of my mouth running down my cheeks.
We stayed cuddled together for some time and took the chance to wind down.
The intensity slowly passed and I made my way to turn on the water in the
shower for Ranji, as he entered the shower I joined him and took the soap
and lathered his body to remove the oil, Ranji put his arms around me and
tried to kiss me, but by now the moment had passed and I had regained
senses. I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, instead of
putting my clothes back on I wrapped the towel around me. I busied myself
tidying the massage table and replacing the linen for the next client
Ranji dressed quickly and before leaving the room he gave me a big hug and
handed me a fifty dollar bill. That was really a great massage he said, I
can't believe that you haven't massaged before. As he left the room I
could hear him talking to Suzette on the way out. The report was good and
Ranji had given me a glowing report card.
I later learned that he was a past master at choosing new girls for his
massage so he could try and take advantage of the situation!