How I Became a Masseuse Ch. 01

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My name is Maria, from Rio, Brazil. My mother died in an accident when I was only five years old, and I was raised by my father and two older brothers. We lived in a poor area as my father struggled financially, raising three children on his own.

I enjoyed school and did very well with my grades; I think because school was my safe place and enjoyed being there. From a child growing up, I was always complimented on my beauty which led me in the direction of wanting to become a beautician as a career. I loved applying makeup to myself, even though everyone told me I was already beautiful enough. I am quite tall and slim, medium C-size, perky breasts and a trim, tight, peachy ass, with olive silky Brazilian skin. I have long, straight black hair, which I mostly wear up in a ponytail or bun, which accentuates my delicate face and piercing eyes.

I was very unhappy at home during my final school years. My brothers had left home, and my father was quite abusive to me. I had been looking at various options in beautician courses, and decided I needed to get away from my father and study somewhere else. I needed a clean break and would be quite happy to never see my father again.

After a lot of research, and a lot of help from my brother, we both decided we needed to escape the insecurities of the area we lived in, so we decided to move to Australia for a new start. My brother got a well-paying job there to support us both, while I was accepted to study cosmetology and massage.

We lived on the northeast coast of Australia, where the weather is warm all year. Because I love the beach so much, this was a perfect place for me to live. I didn’t know anyone and wanted to meet new friends, so I joined the local surf club. I had also made a good friend, Sarah, during my studies; we did everything together as we had very similar personalities and interests.

Sarah had a boyfriend and kept telling me I needed to find myself a nice guy, so we could do things as couples. I wasn’t interested in a boyfriend for a while, as I wanted to just concentrate on my studies and get a full-time job.

I became very good friends with this guy at the surf club. His name was Jake, and even though I wasn’t quite ready for a boyfriend, we eventually hooked up together and I became his girlfriend. It didn’t take long for us to fall in love with each other as we loved doing so many fun things together.

After a year and completing my studies, I got a full-time job at a local beauty parlor. The one part of the job I enjoyed the most, was giving relaxation massages. So, I did another course in remedial massage which I really enjoyed and wanted to just focus on perfecting the massage techniques.

Sarah and I, along with our boyfriends, spent a lot of time going clubbing and to the beach every weekend. My relationship with Jake was strong and couldn’t imagine life without him.

I loved the beach so much, and so did Sarah; we sunbathed at the beach as much as possible. We often complimented each other on how beautiful we were, and how we both had perfect beach bodies. Sarah had a perfect body and I always told her she was so much more beautiful than me. We always took photos of each other posing in our tiny bikinis, and having a great time.

Sarah posted a lot of these photos on her Instagram page; due to her model looks, she had a lot of followers. She often got messages asking who her friend in the photos was. I didn’t have social media to post on, so Sarah suggested I should start my own social media account, so I reluctantly agreed.

I uploaded a few photos of myself in my skimpy bikinis and little party dresses, and instantly started getting a lot of followers with Sarah’s help promoting my page. I had a lot of fun with it and my follower base grew by hundreds every day. Within a year, I had built up over 20,000 followers.

Once I had become fully qualified in remedial massage, I decided to start my own business, specializing in remedial and relaxation massage. I rented a small shop, fitted out a room with a massage table, and began taking on clients.

Jake and I moved into a small apartment together. It was nothing flashy, but it became our home together. I was then the happiest I had ever been in my life. My perfect business doing what I love; a great boyfriend in Jake, who I loved so much; the best friend Sarah, I could not ask for a better friend. Life was perfect.

My Instagram page had grown so much, and I had a lot of fun posting and reading all the comments on how beautiful I was. I was also getting a lot of private messages which I hadn’t responded to. I showed Sarah and she suggested I should have a bit of fun and flirt with them. I knew it would all be just harmless fun, so agreed with her and started replying to a few messages.

The way some of the guys complimented me, made me feel good about myself, and I noticed that I was getting quite turned on when replying. It only made me flirt more in my replies. I started getting some messages from guys wanting karaman escort to see me without the bikini, and just replied, “In your dreams, honey.” There was no way I would allow anyone but Jake to see me naked.

A lot of guys also suggested I should start an Only Fans page. I knew nothing about what Only Fans was about, until I asked Sarah, who then informed me that she had an account of her own. When she told me that it was where I could post nudes and uncensored photos and videos, I just laughed, and said, “No thanks.” I knew Jake would not approve of that, and I wasn’t going to post any nude photos of myself for other guys to see.

Even though I had always felt comfortable in my own skin, I always accepted my natural beauty. I would attract many guys staring at me at the beach, being almost naked and even topless, which never bothered me. In fact, I loved being the center of attention, but the thought of putting my body on social media had never appealed to me.

I just continued having fun with messaging guys and flirting online which was good fun.

My business was growing. My clients were mainly female, with only a few older men wanting relief from certain muscle aches. I was approached by some sporting clubs to do their massages, so I began to take on players from the local football club. I had never massaged younger guys my age before, and didn’t know if I would feel comfortable doing so. As my female clients mostly stripped naked for their massage, I wasn’t sure if it would be right for male clients to do the same.

When my first football player client arrived, I almost blushed when I asked him to remove his clothes and place the towel over him while I left the room. I failed to tell him to leave his underwear on, but expected it would be normal for him to do so anyway. I came back into the room to see him lying on his stomach with the towel over his bottom. I had never touched another guy my age, but knew this was my job and had to remain professional, treating all clients the same.

I poured some oil into my hands and began to work on his shoulders and back. It was so different from touching a woman. His muscles were so much bigger and I had to use more pressure to work on him. I got to his lower back and needed to lower the towel further to work on his glutes, which meant rubbing his ass. It was then I noticed he had also stripped naked and had removed his underwear.

Running my hands on a man’s ass felt so different; in fact, it felt nice. I could feel myself getting slightly turned on. ‘Oh no’ I thought to myself, ‘stay professional.’ I finished working on his back and began rubbing his calves and thighs. His legs were slightly apart and as I massaged his upper thigh, I could see his testicles. I tried not to focus on them and to just concentrate on rubbing his inner thigh, but I could not help glazing my eyes over them. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain myself, as my fingers came close to touching them. I could feel myself getting very wet between my legs. I didn’t want to be turned on by clients, but it was happening.

I also wondered also what he was thinking, having a beautiful young Brazilian girl rubbing his body. Maybe I was turning him on, too? What young male wouldn’t be turned on by that?

It was time for him to then lie on his back, so I could work on his neck. I held up the towel so I couldn’t see him, only seeing his face as he lay on his back. I could see him slightly blush, as I placed the towel back over him. I was just as embarrassed as he was when his erect penis lifted the towel like a tent pole.

“Sorry.” He blushed. “This is embarrassing,” he said, looking up at me as I rubbed oil on his chest.

“It’s only natural, don’t worry,” I said in a very soft voice, as I tried to remain professional. But rubbing his masculine chest, and the sight of the penis was making me so horny. I knew I couldn’t touch it and needed his session to end quickly.

Once I finished with him and he left, I needed to relieve myself. I removed my G-string and lay on the massage table and began to finger my wet pussy. I was so worked up— I was thinking of this guy’s cock and wondered what it would look like, how it would feel. It didn’t take long to let out an intense orgasm as I lay there on the table, trying to come back to my senses before my next client; who, fortunately, was a woman before I had two more male clients to finish the day.

By the end of the day, after those two male clients, I had to relieve myself again on the massage table. I went straight to Sarah’s place and had to fill her in on what happened at work. As she was also a masseuse, I wondered whether she had ever encountered the same experience I had just had. She explained it was just normal for a female to feel that way after rubbing down a male body.

She told me again that I really should consider an Only Fans page. That people would pay to see me nude and watch me masturbate, and she suggested I buy some toys. kars escort She told me to open an account discreetly, under a different name so friends, family—- and especially Jake— would not know about it. I was still not sure if it would be a good idea, but I thought long and hard about it, and the fact that I could make good money on the side and be discreet about it—, maybe, it could be a bit of harmless fun.

I went home and seriously thought about it some more. Jake took me to bed and we made passionate love; the day’s events had gotten me so horny, and he could tell. It was the best sex we had ever had.

After Jake went to sleep, I sat up and read some messages on my Instagram. One message caught my eye.

‘Hey there Beautiful. I hope you read my message. I just need to tell you that you are by far the hottest Babe I have ever seen. I love Brazilian Beauties. I could make love to you all night long Baby. I hope you reply to me.’

After reading it, I checked out his profile and he was hot. I thought I would play and flirt a little, while I was in a horny mood.

ME: ‘Thank you for your message. I am feeling so horny right now.’

When I pressed send, I became even more aroused that I had sent such a horny message, hoping he would reply while I was in the mood. Within a minute, I got a response.

HIM: ‘I bet you would love my big 9-inch cock fucking your sweet little pussy Baby’

ME: ‘Hmmm, I need your cock in me right now Honey, I need you to fuck me’

He replied with a photo of his cock.

ME: ‘Mmmmm I love it, fuck my pussy with that beautiful thing………MMMMMMM’

HIM: ‘Show me your pussy Baby’

I then stopped for a moment. I wasn’t going to show him my nude photos. Then I got to thinking about what Sarah had told me about showing nudes of myself and being anonymous. So I replied.

ME: ‘You will have to wait for my Only Fans page, I am starting one tomorrow.’

Once I sent it, I realized that I now had to follow through with it and began to feel extremely nervous but excited at the same time.

He replied back.

HIM: ‘I will be paying to follow you there. Can’t wait to see your naked body Baby.’

I left the message there and started to open a new Only Fans account. I filled in all my information and banking details. I added a couple of nude photos of myself, just showing my tits and ass for now. Once completed, I put the link onto my Instagram page.

The next day, I went and bought myself some sex toys to use while filming myself. I also installed some cameras in my massage room, so I could film myself on the massage table during my breaks.

Over the next few days, I used my male clients to work me up and get me horny. I filmed new content during my breaks as I had left half-hour breaks between clients. The sex toys felt so good, thinking about my previous client; wondering what his cock would feel like inside me.

Jake didn’t know about my Only Fans page, but he got the full benefit from me being so horny every night when I came home to him.

I made time in my breaks to respond to messages on Only Fans. Now I was getting quite a lot of subscribers and making a lot of extra money from a bit of fun. Reading the comments made me so horny, it made me want a cock inside me. It was good, harmless fun.

I put up a post of my fully naked body with the caption, ‘I am feeling so horny, what video of me should I show you?’

The next morning, I had a lot of responses to my previous post. Every comment wanted to see a real cock in my pussy or mouth. And all were willing to pay extra to see it. I wished I hadn’t put up that post. My boyfriend’s cock was the only one for me, but he didn’t know about this account, and there was not a chance in the world he would ever have his cock filmed.

Not sure of how to respond, I just left it to think about during the day. I had a couple of football players booked on this day, so I knew I would be getting quite worked up, rubbing their bodies. I had gotten to know all of my clients, and got on well with all of the football players.

I thought I would do something a bit different with the guys to make me feel sexier. I always wore my short white skirt, G-string, and loose-fitting, white camisole-top with my bra. But today, I decided to lose the bra, so the guys could see my nipples poking through the white material.

The first guy I massaged that afternoon had me aroused from the moment I began to rub his body. The guys all knew by then, not to wear underwear during their massage, knowing we were turning each other on during the massage. Standing above his head, I was leaning over him massaging his ass; then, without warning, I felt his hand touching the back of my upper legs, and for some unknown reason, I didn’t stop him.

It was the first time I had been touched while performing a massage. One of his hands slowly rose up my leg and under my skirt, stroking my bare ass, while I massaged his. I let out kıbrıs escort a slight ‘mmm’ without realizing, allowing my ass to be caressed for a few moments— it felt nice.

I then stood to the side, lifting the towel for him to roll over, placing it back over his erect cock. He looked at me, smiling, as he could see my erect nipples through my blouse. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. I, again, stood at his head, leaning over him. I knew he had a good view of my tits under my top. As my hands rubbed his lower abdomen area, I then rubbed under the towel close to his penis. At that point, I was so horny and I just wanted to feel it in my hands. I closed my eyes, briefly biting my lip; then, again, a slight ‘mmm’ came from me, but I knew I had to remain professional.

He looked up at me, smiling, and he then pulled the towel off, exposing his erect cock.

My eyes fixed to his beautiful erect cock, I was mesmerized for a moment.

He then said, “I will pay you fifty dollars to massage it, or a hundred dollars if you take your top off while doing it?”

I blushed for a moment, not knowing how to respond. I just smiled, and said, “Sorry, I am not that kind of massage place.”

What he then said, shocked me. “Maria, I follow your Only Fans, I know you want to touch it.”

The way he turned me on made me want to touch it, but I had to remain professional. I replied, “That is what I do for harmless fun on the side, I have a boyfriend, so really I shouldn’t.”

“I am not asking for sex, you only need to stroke my cock and you make extra money. I don’t see the problem?” he said, in his cocky voice.

He was right, it’s just touching, and nobody needed to know. And besides, he had seen my tits on my Only Fans page. The sight of his beautiful cock had me so wet.

I just said, “I guess you are right, but nobody can find out, okay?”

We had a deal. I removed my top, exposing my perky bare breasts. Standing to his side, I began to slowly rub oil on his large, erect penis. Stroking it slowly, he again put his hand on my bare ass under my skirt.

“That feels good.” he moaned, as I began to slowly stroke his shaft.

His cock in my hand, along with his touch on my ass, had me soaking wet. “HHMMM,” I moaned, as I leant down for him to take my nipple in his mouth while I stroked him. “OOHHHH YESSS,” I moaned.

I then felt his fingers rubbing my extremely wet pussy, which only made me stroke him harder. I just wanted to climb on top of his hard cock and have him fuck me, but I knew that would be wrong, so I pulled off my G-string and allowed him to fingerfuck me.

“OOHHH FUCK!” I squealed, as he made me orgasm while I was pumping his cock hard with my hand. I was leaning over his cock when he shot his load all over my face, with me still screaming my orgasm. Once done, I couldn’t help but lean down and lick the cum from the head of his cock, and swallow it. “Mmmmm,” I moaned again.

I stood upright, still weak from the intense orgasm this guy had just given me, and said to him, “Was it worth paying for?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He smiled. “Maybe next time, we can take the next step; what do you think?” he asked.

“Don’t push your luck. Consider yourself lucky I allowed myself to go this far.” I smiled and winked at him. I got a hot towel and cleaned the cum from our bodies.

I had another break before my final client for the day, another football player. During my break, I was feeling so turned on by what had just happened and it got me thinking about making extra money in my business. Maybe I could offer that service. It’s not sex or cheating on Jake. It’s easy money— to finish off a massage.

With my last client for the day being a football player, I got to thinking about what my Only Fans subscribers would want to see— so, without even thinking about the consequences or privacy policy— I turned on all of the video cameras for my next male appointment. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but from the events of the day, I was worked up more than ever and my pussy was on fire.

I then allowed my next client, Rob, to get ready while I left the room. On my return, Rob was lying face down, but had decided not to cover his naked ass with the towel.

“No towel cover today?” I asked, in a chirpy, happy mood.

“It only gets in the way, and you get to admire my full naked body,” Rob replied. “How about you? Do the same if I pay you? Your last client told me you would be fine with it.”

It seemed it didn’t take long for word to get out about what I had done with my client. So, again, thinking about the extra money I could make in my business, I replied, “So, what are you offering?”

“One hundred and fifty dollars to go fully naked, or two hundred and fifty for a body slide,” he said.

I looked at him and questioned naively, as I was young and from another country, “Body slide? What do you mean?” I asked, in my Brazilian accent.

Rob replied, “You cover your body in oil, and you slide your naked body over my naked body.”

‘That seemed quite harmless,’ I thought to myself. With no sex involved, I accepted, knowing the camera was rolling to film it. “Okay, let’s go with the body slide,” I replied. It sounded like easy, harmless fun for an extra two hundred and fifty dollars.

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