Written by tynte159

1 Mar 2006

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

secrets bra.

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.

Chapter 02

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!