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Given the political season that is going full force in the US, I have decided to edit, update and reissue “The Artist,” a story that I wrote in 2012.
The feeling was spectacular as she ran her hand up and down every ridge and vein of my hard cock. Down, her hand traveled as she reached the base before letting out a soft moan, starting the trip back up to my mushroom head. Up and back she went until she reached the tip once, pausing to tease my fat head.
“Ooooh, you’re amazing Ang,” I moaned, enjoying every moment. Ang, or Angela was a true hand job artist who would have a doctorate in the subject if one was awarded. As my passion rose, she read my signs and slowed before leaning over to give me a taste of her had nipples.
“You like,” she whispered. “I added just a touch of Vaseline to thicken the lube. A special recipe just for you.” Angela knew that the only thing I loved more than her razor sharp nipples was the curve of her ass. Having removed her panties earlier, she spun around on my prone body as she lowered her perfect butt to meet my torso. My cock was outside of her, being teased relentlessly.
As she faced away from me, she resumed the slow up and down on my dripping pole. Up and down slowly at first, gaining speed until her hand became a blur before stopping cold and starting the process again. The lube was perfect, her ass was perfect as I felt my cum gather at the base as she stopped completely once again.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, honey,” she said as she climbed off my body. Ang spun around and faced me, giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy and b cup tits. We still have time,” she whispered as she slowly massaged my balls. “They’re so big, so full of cum,” she cooed as she continued, moving her hand below to the spot between my asshole and balls before moving further down, inserting a lubed finger gently into my ass. Taking her other hand, she resumed the slow up and down motion, leaning into me. “Tell me how much you want me, how much you want to put your big, fat cock in my beautiful pussy. Greg, I know you want me wrapped around your fat cock.” With every word YOUR. FAT. COCK, she gently teased my prostate. Her half-hour handiwork had made my toes curl.
I could hear noise from down the hall, some arguing and yelling. Then screaming and crying, but I was so lost in my orgasm that it went off as Ang wanted it to. Strumming me from the inside, stroking my hard cock faster and faster until the first volley launched as I screamed. Landing on her left breast followed by another on the right breast as the door to the room was ripped from the hinges as a man burst into the room.
“Put your clothes on,” demanded the man dressed in a Nike tee-shirt and sneakers. My confusion ended when I saw the police badge that was attached to his belt, right alongside his holster, which was empty. It was then that I saw his service revolver in his right hand.
Perhaps some background... On my 18th birthday, a bunch of my buddies took me for what they called a massage. They told me not to tell anyone where I was going, especially my parents. My friend Steve handed me $200 in cash and took me to a door that had no sign on it, just a doorbell. He rang the bell, and in a few minutes, we were met by a tall, older woman who he called Jane. It was obvious that they knew each other.
“Is this your friend,” she asked, to which John answered that I was, indeed, the birthday boy. The guys left me at the door, telling me to meet them at the cafe on the corner when I was done. Jane was a nice older lady, maybe a few years younger than my mom. Looking at her closely, I thought she was kind of hot; something I had never thought of a woman who was probably over 35.
Jane took me into a room a sat me on a massage table. While she waited, three women came in, one at a time. The first was a black woman with huge tits named Clara, I think. The second was Angela and the third was a tall, thin woman with almost no tits who seemed to be pretty young. Something attracted me to Angela, so I chose her. “She is lovely, said Jane as she took $75, asked me to undress and left the room.
Within a few minutes, I was laying face down on the massage table as I heard the door open as Angela returned. I turned to look in her direction and was surprised to see her dressed in sexy tight shorts and a skimpy top with a push up bra. Until this point, I thought this was a legit massage; now I was not sure. Looking back on it, I was pretty stupid not to figure this out.
This was the first night that Angela and I were together. I was so nervous that I could barely get hard, but Angel’s talented hands won the day and I finished the mission that I had been sent on. I had hand jobs from girlfriends before, and had given myself countless ones since I was a young teen, but Angela’s hands were different. They were spectacular.
Even now, dating Rebecca Hargrove, I came to Angela a few times a year for old times sake. Rebec'ca was high society which didn’t stop her from fucking and sucking with the best of them.
That was four years ago and now here I was with cum all over myself and Angela and a cop with a gun drawn. Put on your clothes, sir,” he said. My girlfriend’s dad was the Attorney General of the state where we live and was running to replace the Governor. This was not good.
Outside I could hear motion in the hallway. The massage business was booming, and Jane a bunch of women working that night. Throughout the massage parlor, we heard screams and crying and men who must’ve been shitting in their pants; I am sure that many were married or had girlfriends…
As all of this unfolded and the potential damage to the people in my life occurred to me; including Rebecca and the Attorney General, my stomach sank. The cop threw me a towel and told me to clean up and get dressed, as I wiped my cum off Angela and myself as the two of us dressed. The officer cuffed us both and started to recite the rights that I had heard on television so many times; “You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be held against you.” Oh fuck.
As he was finishing, a tall black man with a shaven head entered the room. His expensive suit didn’t fit the scene, and I caught a glimpse of a wire that snaked out of his buttoned collar that lead to an earpiece. “These two are mine,”; is all he said.
“And who, may I ask who the hell you are” said the surprised cop.
“We’re taking both of them under Penal Code 356-4D7, they are states witnesses. This is a sensitive situation; your captain will be briefed.” With that he asked the stunned cop to remove the cuffs and leave the room. Within five minutes, the place was empty aside from me, Angela and the tall man in the suit.
“Let’s go before the press arrives,” he suggested as he took the two of out onto the street to an unmarked SUV and we drove off into the night.
The feeling was spectacular as she ran her hand up and down every ridge and vein of my hard cock. Down, her hand traveled as she reached the base before letting out a soft moan, starting the trip back up to my mushroom head. Up and back she went until she reached the tip once, pausing to tease my fat head.
“Ooooh, you’re amazing Ang,” I moaned, enjoying every moment. Ang, or Angela was a true hand job artist who would have a doctorate in the subject if one was awarded. As my passion rose, she read my signs and slowed before leaning over to give me a taste of her had nipples.
“You like,” she whispered. “I added just a touch of Vaseline to thicken the lube. A special recipe just for you.” Angela knew that the only thing I loved more than her razor sharp nipples was the curve of her ass. Having removed her panties earlier, she spun around on my prone body as she lowered her perfect butt to meet my torso. My cock was outside of her, being teased relentlessly.
As she faced away from me, she resumed the slow up and down on my dripping pole. Up and down slowly at first, gaining speed until her hand became a blur before stopping cold and starting the process again. The lube was perfect, her ass was perfect as I felt my cum gather at the base as she stopped completely once again.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, honey,” she said as she climbed off my body. Ang spun around and faced me, giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy and b cup tits. We still have time,” she whispered as she slowly massaged my balls. “They’re so big, so full of cum,” she cooed as she continued, moving her hand below to the spot between my asshole and balls before moving further down, inserting a lubed finger gently into my ass. Taking her other hand, she resumed the slow up and down motion, leaning into me. “Tell me how much you want me, how much you want to put your big, fat cock in my beautiful pussy. Greg, I know you want me wrapped around your fat cock.” With every word YOUR. FAT. COCK, she gently teased my prostate. Her half-hour handiwork had made my toes curl.
I could hear noise from down the hall, some arguing and yelling. Then screaming and crying, but I was so lost in my orgasm that it went off as Ang wanted it to. Strumming me from the inside, stroking my hard cock faster and faster until the first volley launched as I screamed. Landing on her left breast followed by another on the right breast as the door to the room was ripped from the hinges as a man burst into the room.
“Put your clothes on,” demanded the man dressed in a Nike tee-shirt and sneakers. My confusion ended when I saw the police badge that was attached to his belt, right alongside his holster, which was empty. It was then that I saw his service revolver in his right hand.
Perhaps some background... On my 18th birthday, a bunch of my buddies took me for what they called a massage. They told me not to tell anyone where I was going, especially my parents. My friend Steve handed me $200 in cash and took me to a door that had no sign on it, just a doorbell. He rang the bell, and in a few minutes, we were met by a tall, older woman who he called Jane. It was obvious that they knew each other.
“Is this your friend,” she asked, to which John answered that I was, indeed, the birthday boy. The guys left me at the door, telling me to meet them at the cafe on the corner when I was done. Jane was a nice older lady, maybe a few years younger than my mom. Looking at her closely, I thought she was kind of hot; something I had never thought of a woman who was probably over 35.
Jane took me into a room a sat me on a massage table. While she waited, three women came in, one at a time. The first was a black woman with huge tits named Clara, I think. The second was Angela and the third was a tall, thin woman with almost no tits who seemed to be pretty young. Something attracted me to Angela, so I chose her. “She is lovely, said Jane as she took $75, asked me to undress and left the room.
Within a few minutes, I was laying face down on the massage table as I heard the door open as Angela returned. I turned to look in her direction and was surprised to see her dressed in sexy tight shorts and a skimpy top with a push up bra. Until this point, I thought this was a legit massage; now I was not sure. Looking back on it, I was pretty stupid not to figure this out.
This was the first night that Angela and I were together. I was so nervous that I could barely get hard, but Angel’s talented hands won the day and I finished the mission that I had been sent on. I had hand jobs from girlfriends before, and had given myself countless ones since I was a young teen, but Angela’s hands were different. They were spectacular.
Even now, dating Rebecca Hargrove, I came to Angela a few times a year for old times sake. Rebec'ca was high society which didn’t stop her from fucking and sucking with the best of them.
That was four years ago and now here I was with cum all over myself and Angela and a cop with a gun drawn. Put on your clothes, sir,” he said. My girlfriend’s dad was the Attorney General of the state where we live and was running to replace the Governor. This was not good.
Outside I could hear motion in the hallway. The massage business was booming, and Jane a bunch of women working that night. Throughout the massage parlor, we heard screams and crying and men who must’ve been shitting in their pants; I am sure that many were married or had girlfriends…
As all of this unfolded and the potential damage to the people in my life occurred to me; including Rebecca and the Attorney General, my stomach sank. The cop threw me a towel and told me to clean up and get dressed, as I wiped my cum off Angela and myself as the two of us dressed. The officer cuffed us both and started to recite the rights that I had heard on television so many times; “You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be held against you.” Oh fuck.
As he was finishing, a tall black man with a shaven head entered the room. His expensive suit didn’t fit the scene, and I caught a glimpse of a wire that snaked out of his buttoned collar that lead to an earpiece. “These two are mine,”; is all he said.
“And who, may I ask who the hell you are” said the surprised cop.
“We’re taking both of them under Penal Code 356-4D7, they are states witnesses. This is a sensitive situation; your captain will be briefed.” With that he asked the stunned cop to remove the cuffs and leave the room. Within five minutes, the place was empty aside from me, Angela and the tall man in the suit.
“Let’s go before the press arrives,” he suggested as he took the two of out onto the street to an unmarked SUV and we drove off into the night.