Naughty Fiancée Ch. 05

"This place looks amazing!" Jenny said, following the toned, tanned and beautifully cute Californian native. Brittany was wearing the spa's all-white uniform. The slim white pants clung to her figure and showed off her pert ass. If Brittany were blonde, she would have been the stereotypical California girl.

"Yes. We do try hard to, like, impress our guests," Brittany said, leading them to the change room, "The chocolate spa package Mr. Frost chose for you is, like, the single, the most luxurious, service we offer. But first...first thing we're going to, like, need you to do is change out of your clothes. There's robes in the lockers. Just come out when you're changed and Tom will take care of you."

"Thank you," Jenny said as Brittany closed the door to the huge change room. Like the rest of the spa, the change room's décor was white with a large white cocktail ottoman in front of a white sofa. White lockers were off to the side and a huge vanity mirror was hung across the room. After changing into a thin white robe, Jenny left the change room.

Tom, the spa's masseur was waiting patiently outside and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw his client. The man had enjoyed the company of Hollywood's many actresses, beauty pageant winners, models, professional dancers, Playboy bunnies plus a few porn stars, but he had never seen a woman this perfect. Jenny's thick blonde hair, her gorgeous modelesque face, her lightly tanned skin, her firm body shaped by her natural D-cup tits, everything about her was perfect. And she had Tom fantasizing about what the next couple hours would bring.

After a brief introduction, Tom said, "Right this way, Ms. Turner."

Tom briskly turned around with Jenny following the 6 foot tall man down a wide hallway.

Treatment rooms were on both sides, some occupied and some empty. They continued to the end of the hallway and into a dimly lit room. Like the rest of the spa, it had an all-white décor.

Candles around the room provided the only light and the room was filled with a scrumptious chocolaty aroma. As Jenny's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, she began to see that the room was the size of a hotel room. There was a free standing bathtub and a shower stall at one side of the room. A reclined massage table on the opposite side. A freestanding shelf in the middle held the towels, bottles of massage oils and candles. There was also soft piano music playing in the background which Jenny recognized to be Erik Satie's Gymnopedies from listening to her fiancé's taste in music.

"Please, have a seat," Tom said motioning the blonde to the massage table. His gaze was fixed on the interplay of her ass cheeks beneath the short robe as she walked. As Jenny sat on the reclined massage table, her short white robe rode up her long, tanned legs until the hem was almost at her crotch! He walked around to her feet and took her slippers off.

"Oh, thanks," Jenny said with some embarrassment and diverted her eyes away from Tom.

"You're most welcome," Tom said with a smile and knelt down to set the pair of slippers at the end of the massage table. From where he was, his eyes roamed up her smooth, flawlessly tanned legs and then between them. She was shaved bare, like he expected and his cock began to lengthen. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you 'cum' often?"

"No, this is my first time," Jenny replied. She wasn't used to being pampered like this. Had she not looked away in embarrassment, she would have seen Tom looking up her robe.

"Well then. I hope I can pamper your every need and create an exceptional relaxation experience that exceeds your expectations," Tom said politely and stood up. He went to the cabinet and returned with a facial scrub, "Time to get your body and your senses pampered with only the finest chocolate the world has to offer."

"Is that...chocolate?" Jenny asked with genuine interest about the white bowl Tom was holding.

"Yes, we make it in-house," Tom said with a smile, "Four squares of dark chocolate melted on low heat, mixed with four table spoons of coconut oil and one generous teaspoon of honey. Add sugar to form a thick paste and use immediately."

"I've definitely never had this before," Jenny said gleefully.

"I'll write down the recipe before you leave," Kiera said with a wink, "In case you ever want to indulge yourself at home."

"Wow, thank you," Jenny said.

"You're most welcome," Tom replied, "Ready?"

Jenny nodded.

"Close your eyes," Tom said.

Jenny closed her eyes and tried her best to contain her excitement. She was treated to Tom's fingers expertly scrubbing her face, followed by a chocolate mask and a scalp massage. By the end of it, her entire head felt heavy and sleepy.

"Oh my god," Jenny moaned softly, "That was wonderful."

"That's what I was going for," Tom said and adjusted the position of the massage table so that it was flat, "Roll over please."

"There's more?" Jenny asked incredulously.

"We're far from finished," Tom said with a smile and motioned Jenny to roll over. When she did, he peeled back her robe to expose her back and folded the robe over her round ass.

"You're very good," Jenny said as she buried her face into donut shaped headrest on the table.

"Thank you," Tom said.

Jenny could not see the lecherous grin on Tom's face as he slathered her toned back with melted chocolate.

Hundreds of women had fallen asleep under Tom's skillful hands and this one was no different. He left his client on the table and went over to the free standing bathtub on the other side of the room.

Anyone walking into the massage room blindfolded would have thought they were in a chocolate factory. The sweet aroma of chocolate filled the large room as Tom drew a chocolate bubble bath. The Brit owed his success to the exorbitantly priced chocolate spa package. Rich Hollywood cunts love the excesses of luxury and their spouses loved sending these cunts to his spa. It provided the men with some much needed time away from their high maintenance women and the women got pampered. It was a win-win situation for everyone.

Especially Tom.

After traveling the world in search of pretty faces and cunts to plaster, the British man decided to call Los Angeles home. And he wasn't disappointed. His cock had been in so many mouths, pussies and assholes of Hollywood's celebrities and models, there was no other city he would rather be. Occasionally he would travel the world in search of new exotic women but he always returned to Los Angeles.

Tom returned to the massage table and pulled the white robe up to cover Jenny's body. It was something he did to give his clients the impression that he wouldn't take advantage of their state of undress. He had been in hundreds of sweet little cunts that came into his spa and only fools rushed in.

Tom gently shook Jenny's shoulders and said, "Your bath is ready."

"Hmm?" Jenny said softly as she woke up and saw Tom standing next to her. His arms were outstretched with a towel pulled taut like a make-shift privacy screen.

"A warm bath to loosen up those tense muscles," Tom said to his groggy client.

"Thank you," Jenny said and lethargically climbed down from the massage table. She forgot about her slippers and her bare feet padded over to the bathtub where she slipped out of her robe. She was surprised to see that the bubble bath was chocolate, but of course, what else would it be? Tom, her ever so helpful masseur held her hand while she stepped into the slippery tub. Once she was settled in, Tom brought over a bathtub tray with chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne.

"Stay in here for as long as you like. When you're done, feel free to use our soothing rain shower," Tom said and pointed to the hand bell, "If you need anything, just ring the bell and I'll come in."

"Thanks," Jenny said. Thirsty and famished, she didn't wait until Tom left the room before she took a sip of champagne and a bite out of one of the giant strawberries. Of all the spas she's been to, this was by far the most relaxing and unwinding experience. Although she didn't know how much this chocolate spa package cost, she was certain it was also the most expensive spa package she has ever had.

Finishing her snack, Jenny climbed out of the bathtub and took a shower. After she rinsed the chocolaty suds off, she wrapped a big, white fluffy robe around herself and rang the bell. Tom immediately walked in.

"How was that?" Tom asked with a confident smile.

"Oh it was so relaxing," Jenny grinned sheepishly, "Best. Spa. EVER."

"We are committed," Tom said and motioned Jenny back to the massage table, "to providing a haven of tranquility for our guests."

"There's more?" Jenny asked again incredulously.

"We're almost done," Tom said, "A full body massage is next unless you do not want it."

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Jenny said upon seeing the hurtful expression on Tom's face, "I've just never been pampered like this before."

"Ah," Tom said knowingly, "Well, you do need to treat yourself from time to time."

Jenny climbed onto the massage table and her trusted masseur peeled back her robe. Tom slathered massage oil all over her bare skin. The pleasant aroma of cacao filled the room as Tom's skillful hands glided over her slippery bare skin. The luxurious full body massage quickly turned Jenny into putty. When Tom massaged her inner thighs, his fingers accidentally stroked her slit. It only happened once and the massage oil was super slippery, so Jenny thought nothing of it.

Unbeknownst to Jenny, Tom had pulled out a small black tube and stealthily squeezed a drop of 'clit crack' onto his fingers before he 'accidentally' glided over her juicy slit. Over the next half hour, Tom waited for the deep penetrating gel to work its magic. It always worked. In fact, he couldn't remember a time when it didn't.

Before Tom opened this spa, he was searching for massage oils on the internet and came across an arousal gel. The user reviews nicknamed the little black tube of arousal gel 'clit crack' due to how potent it was. After testing it on one of his clients whom happened to be a nun with a face of a model and a body of a stripper no less, Tom bought a pallet's worth. Maybe the arousal gel brought out the nun's repressed sexual needs or maybe he gave her too much. Either way, he watched that nun try to discreetly hump his massage table while he was giving her a massage!

Since then, Tom had learned that timing for using the 'clit crack' was everything. Too soon and the effects would wear off by the time the session was over. Too late and the opportunity would be lost. But when he timed it perfectly, there wasn't a single client that wasn't practically begging for his cock before the session was over.

Although it wasn't unusual for Jenny to feel drained yet totally relaxed by a good massage, she also felt incredibly horny and her entire body felt like jelly. As Tom slowly and methodically massaged her from head to toe, she longed for his fingers to 'accidentally' touch her again. She tried shifting her weight on the massage table, hoping she wasn't squirming too much for him to notice.

To Tom's amusement, the robe over Jenny's firm ass slowly slipped off the side from her wiggling left and right. He waited until it completely fell off the table and said, "That's quite alright."

"Sorry," Jenny said embarrassingly.

"It happens when things get 'slippery and wet.' I'll get you a new one," Tom offered and picked the robe up.

"Oh don't bother," Jenny said, not wanting to trouble Tom. Born and raised in Florida where every beach was like a bikini buffet, she was used to flaunting her tits and ass amongst the other beach bunnies.

"I must insist. It's spa policy that our clients are covered up," Tom said, throwing the discarded robe into the hamper, "Not that you would but I want to avoid any sexual allegations like offering to 'massage your insides using my special tool' or something cliché from a cheesy porno."

"Haha," Jenny chuckled softly. She never expected that opting to finish the session au naturel would lead to a lawsuit. She also couldn't help but think about how Tom's talented hands would feel between her legs. Curious, she asked, "Do you?"

"Do I what? OH!" Tom said, feigning innocence. He returned with a fluffy new robe and said, "Although I AM quite good, or so I've been told, I'm afraid we're not that kind of a spa."

"Oh heaven's no!" Jenny blurted out, immediately regretting that she asked such a ludicrous question. She was in a professional spa, not some shady rub-n-tug parlor.

Tom was delighted by Jenny's embarrassment. He knew exactly what she was asking. It never fails. The bored, lonely trophy wife married to a rich and successful man. It was so cliché. Such men were often distant, focused on their careers or agendas, inadvertently forgetting about their wives. Like a dog that never gets attention, one touch and these rich Hollywood sluts are whining for more. Still holding onto the robe, Tom said, "However, our number one goal IS our client satisfaction. And if that is what you require, it would be rude not to offer you some assistance."

Jenny lifted her head up to look at Tom. His white uniform clung tightly to the defined muscles on his arms and chest. And as her eyes roamed down his body, thousands of titillating nerve endings tingled between her legs. Her attention gravitated to Tom's thick cock swelling against his white pants.

Tom smiled as if reading her thoughts. He had seen that look of lust before and with it the hesitation, like she was caught up between making a difficult choice.

Jenny practically was salivating as she watched in starving anticipation. The bulge between Tom's legs grew thicker and longer until she thought it might burst out of his pants. All she could think about was being massaged from inside out. She was feeling so relaxed and after seeing his hardening cock, Jenny had no objections to a Tom's special massage tool.

Staring at the outline of Tom's thick cock, Jenny was daydreaming about how his cock would look, how it would smell, how it would taste, and how it would feel sliding into her. She was so fucking wet for some reason, she could barely think about anything except cock! If he slid his cock in her, she knew she would cum right away.

The sexual tension in the room steadily rose but Tom knew better than to make the first move. He had a lot of experience with women and Jenny wasn't the usual aristocratic, haughty, arrogant type that came into his spa. She also wasn't just another pretty trophy wife with a fantastic smile, huge tits, slim waist, long legs and a tight body either. She seemed genuine, athletic, feminine, and elegant. Not that any of it mattered. The arousal guaranteed woman would cave into their own desires, eventually, they always did. As long as long as she made the first move, the cameras in the room would prevent any lawsuit.

All Tom had to do was wait.

Jenny noticed the gorgeous hunk's apprehension and decided to take matters into her own hands. Hot, wet, ready and entirely bare, she sat up on the massage table to face Tom.

Tom tried to hide his anticipation as he admired Jenny's long, smooth and tanned legs hanging over the massage table. He presumptuously tossed the neatly folded robe on the floor directly below Jenny. She was no more affronted than when he tossed the other robe into the hamper. Like he expected, she slid off the massage table and down on her knees, using the robe like a fluffy white pillow. She was in the classic yoga kneeling pose in yoga. Her knees, calves and ankles were together as she sat on her heels with her back straight, waiting.

Tom walked over to the blonde, not bothering to hide the smug grin on his face and thought to himself, 'American slags are too easy.'

The second Tom's pants were within reach, Jenny yanked them down. In her haste, she made the novice mistake of not preparing for the trouser snake that sprung out at her. He was easily eight inches, if not more.

'Qui pro blow bitch,' Tom thought as he soaked in the view of the shocked blonde. He had slathered so much oil on her body from neck down that her slickened skin glistened in the room's dim lighting. The curvature of her 36D tits and her hourglass waist were highlighted by the ceiling lights. Her long, silky blonde hair that was perfectly brushed and pulled back into a high ponytail was now a messy ponytail.

Regaining her composure, Jenny clasped her hands behind her back. If there was anything she learned from blowing guys, it was that a hands-free blowjob was an internationally recognized symbol of a professional cocksucker. And if that wasn't enough to win back any points she lost due to her novice mistake, deep-throating Tom in a single motion surely did.

Tom thought he knew what deepthroat felt like but he really didn't. It wasn't like any of the celebrities or models were blowjob experts or anything. But this client, she didn't need any warmup and for the first time in Tom's life, he felt the tip of his cock slide past the back of a woman's tongue. His hard shaft was forced to bend downwards as the tip squeezed down her narrow throat passage. He felt her throat tightly squeezing his sensitive tip and halfway down his shaft.

That phenomenal sensation Tom was feeling was topped when Jenny unhurriedly bobbed her head back and forth. Feeling his sensitive tip rub up and down against the back wall of Jenny's throat was enough to make his toes curl.

"FUCK!" Tom sighed as the blonde throatfucked herself slowly and effortlessly. Then she started swallowing and it felt like his orgasm was being sucked right out of his balls!

'That's a first,' Jenny thought as she continued swallowing while Tom's cock continued pumping out long, thick spurts of cum. Her eyebrows furrowed at her disappointment. Her lips were still wrapped around the base of his cock and she didn't get to taste her bounty. Spurt after spurt of cum slid directly down her throat. When Tom's cock stopped spasming, she slowly withdrew him from her throat.

"That was..." Tom said embarrassingly, "unprecedented."

"A man cums when he cums." Jenny said with a wink, then she stood up and chirped happily, "Now you'll last longer."

"Well, it was splendid while it lasted," Tom replied, grabbing several rolled up towels from underneath the massage table, "Now it's time for me to return the favor."

"Oh?" Jenny said as Tom motioned her to climb onto the table. She was about to lay face down when he stopped her.

"You need to straddle the table," Tom said. He saw the quizzical expression on Jenny's face and said, "I am sort of an expert on these things."

Jenny spread her thighs wide and straddled the table with her legs dangling over the sides.

"Lay face down," Tom said used the towels to make a pyramid beneath Jenny's hips to raise her ass. He rested her ankles on the edge of the padded table and asked, "Comfy?"

"Yes," Jenny said through the headrest. Face down, ass up, and thighs spread, she could feel him eyeing her in this incredibly vulnerable position. She felt a cool liquid being poured over her ass. She presumed it to be some sort of massage oil as it ran down the crevice of her round ass cheeks.

A sensual massage was something Jenny never had the luxury of experiencing. The massages she received in college were brief, lasting until she was covered in oil and at that point, the guys couldn't resist the naked and oiled up coed. She heard Tom rubbing the oil between his hands before he dove in.

Using both of his slippery hands, Tom grabbed Jenny's firm ass, squeezing and mauling her pliant cheeks. He used one hand to stroke along the sides of her billiard ball smooth cunt, his fingers found her spongy, rubbery clit and gently rubbing the little bulb in circular motions. The slick oil made it easy for her soft folds to part over his fingers as he rubbed those in a circular motion too.