Happy Endings From A Kinky Masseuse

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My girlfriend and I regularly get manicures and pedicures bi-weekly at a nail salon. We talk about all kinds of things. About a month ago she confessed to me that her masseuse has a thing for her feet.

"She has a foot fetish," she told me. "She literally gets off on my feet."

"What do you mean she gets off on them?" I asked.

"She grinds her pussy on my heels until she climaxes," she explained.

I was dumbfounded, but I was also very intrigued.

"You don't mind that she does that to your feet?" I asked with astonishment.

"Not at all. It's kind of a quid pro quo," she explained, "She has her way with my feet, and I get a free massage out of it."

"That's quite an arrangement," I told her.

"If you're interested, she'd probably do the same for you, too." She responded. "I mean, you have really nice feet. I'm sure that she'd love to get off on them. I can ask her if you'd like."

Even though I was intrigued, I wasn't so sure that I wanted to have a woman get off on my feet. On the other hand, I kind of wondered how it would feel.

Referring to her husband, I asked, "Does David know?"

"Of course not!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "There's no way that I would tell him, and you have to promise not to tell him, either."

"Of course I won't," I assured her.

"I don't even know why I told you," she added.

"I'm glad that you did," I told her. "I mean, it's pretty interesting."

"So do you want me to ask her if she'll do the same for you?" She asked. "Or you could come over to my place to see it for yourself."

"She'd be okay with that?" I asked. "And what about you? You wouldn't mind me being there?"

"Not at all," she assured me, "and I'm pretty sure she'd love having you there. She has an adventurous spirit."

I'm not sure why I agreed to it, but I did. Maybe my intrigue got the best of me. Whatever the reason was, in retrospect, it was a good thing for me to take advantage of her offer. As she expected would happen, her masseuse had no problem at all with me watching.

A little before my girlfriend's massage was scheduled, I went over to her place. I don't know if it was arranged beforehand, or if it was a spur of the moment thing, but when her masseuse arrived, my girlfriend asked her if she would give me a massage instead of her.

Before I could say anything, her masseuse said that it would be her pleasure.

"How about it?" My girlfriend asked me. "Are you up for a massage?"

"I guess I shouldn't say no to that," I answered. "I mean, how could I?"

Then I turned to her masseuse, and said, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Absolutely!" She assured me.

"Then it's a good thing that I took a shower before coming over," I nervously laughed.

"Great," her masseuse replied. "Then all you need to do is to take your clothes off, and hop up on the table."

By then she had already set up her massage table, so I laid face down on it after taking off my clothes, and I told her, "Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it."

"It'll be my pleasure," she told me with a warm smile. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Well," my girlfriend chimed in, "I've got some work to do in the office, so I'll leave the two of you alone. Enjoy your massage."

I hadn't expected to be left alone with her masseuse, but I guess that made it a little more comfortable for her and me. On the other hand, I figured that my girlfriend's curiosity would get the best of her, and she would step out of her home office to see what her masseuse was doing to me. After all, I found the anticipation of watching her masseuse massage her to be an exciting prospect, especially since my girlfriend had told me what her masseuse does to her feet. Surely, my girlfriend would feel that same kind of excitement even though, like me, she's straight.

As for my girlfriend's masseuse, I figured that she had been told about what I knew of their naughty arrangement, which would make sense for her to reasonably presume that I'd want the same things done to me. I can't say that I wanted them done to me, per se, but I did want to know what it felt like.

When her masseuse began to massage me, I could tell from the start that she was really good at giving massages. But then, why wouldn't she be good at it? She's a certified masseuse, and she does it for a living. I was happily impressed. Interestingly, though, throughout the massage there wasn't a hint that she was into anything kinky, or that she has a foot fetish. Had my girlfriend not told me, I would have never known.

I had learned from my girlfriend that she had never known about it, either, not until she realized that her masseuse was kissing, and licking her soles after giving her a really great full body massage. When she didn't object because she liked how it felt, her masseuse started to tongue her toes, and then suck them. Naturally, that also felt incredible, so with her body language she let her masseuse know that she liked it. Ever since that first time when her masseuse had gotten kinky with her, she told my girlfriend that her massages would be free. That would be the arrangement going forward, which my girlfriend happily accepted.

Of course, I knew ahead of time what to expect, which is probably why I began to get frustrated when all her masseuse was doing was giving me a massage. Sure, that felt great, but to expect something to happen that doesn't happen can be frustrating. In retrospect, though, I realize now that her masseuse had gotten quite good at seducing women into wanting her to get sexual with them. And for her, as it turned out, she finds it especially satisfying, and rewarding when a straight woman is practically begging for sexual relief. That's when she goes for it, and that's when the mutual quid pro arrangement takes its hold.

I was no different. Although I didn't say it out loud, I certainly did say it with my body language, and my occasional moans of approval. Her masseuse knew that I wanted her to pleasure my feet, and get off on them. Because my desire for sexual relief became so overwhelming as she expertly seduced me with the massage, which became more erotic, and sensual by the moment, I couldn't help but let her know with my body language, and my occasional moans of approval that I wanted her to get me off whenever she was teasingly near my pussy and clit. I wanted her to make me climax, and she knew it.

When she lifted my feet up to suck my toes in the way that she expertly knew how to do, sometimes taking all of my toes into her mouth at the same time, I was in ecstasy. Complete, and total ecstasy.

When she deftly inserted a vibrating egg into my pussy, and she stimulated my clit with a vibrator, the combination of those two stimulants along with expertly sucking my toes made me wet with an excitement that was overwhelming. Suddenly, I was climaxing with multiple orgasms that wouldn't stop. I had no control over them.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing to me?"

"It's pretty incredible, isn't it?" I suddenly heard my girlfriend say.

"That's an understatement!" I exclaimed again. "It's beyond incredible!"

" I thought that you'd like it," my girlfriend said.

"Thank you so much!" I told her masseuse. "That was intense. I can't stop cumming!"

"Thank you for letting me get you off," she responded.

When she hopped onto the massage table, and sat on the back of my legs to grind onto my heels so that she could fuck them with her dripping wet pussy, I reached behind me to grab her feet so that I could massage, and tickle her wrinkly soles while she got off on my feet. That turned her on even more than she already was. Giving her some pleasure in return turned me on as well.

Needless to say, our lusty, kinky fun was appreciated by both of us.

My girlfriend got into the action as well. I suddenly felt her presence near my head as I heard her masturbating next to me. When I opened my eyes, I could see her perfectly pedicured toes underneath the massage table.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "I'm cumming, too!"

Right after she climaxed, her masseuse said to us, "I'd really love to worship both of your feet at the same time. Would it be okay for us to go into your bedroom so that I can do that?"

My girlfriend and I smile at each other, and I nodded my approval.

"Okay," she told her masseuse. "Let's do it."

We went into her bedroom, and laid ourselves face down on her bed while her masseuse positioned herself at the foot of the bed to worship our feet. None of us said a word. The only thing that could be heard were occasional moans of approval, and pleasure from my girlfriend and me. Most of the time we kept our eyes closed. Every once in a while, though, she and I would open our eyes to look at each other.

We had the same look. It was a look of satisfaction, of knowing that what we had with her masseuse was special.