to take her overspill. Devon did not realise that his working day today was to be a special one.
His first client with a ten o’clock appointment was Marlie Nero, a mid-thirties Martian female on holiday with her friends in celebration of her divorce. Her pale green skin almost camouflaged her in the massage suite but her furious dark eyes and shoulder length dark plaits made her stand out. She was pretty, apart from her permanent frown, and although only four and a half feet tall had a dynamic aura which made Devon step back anxiously when she strode in naked and threw herself onto the massage bed.
“Is there anything in particular you would like me to concentrate on today, madam?”
“Just something general. All my tension disappeared as soon as I signed the divorce papers,” Marlie laughed, the sound muffled by the couch.
“Any allergies?”
“Only my husband.”
Devon smiled and began to warm up the almond oil in his palms. For aromatherapy for this client, he decided upon oil of freshly peeled lemons and a spray of oxygenised spring water. Marlie had come away for escapism and it was his job to ensure she got the full experience. He enjoyed this new job. People respected him, liked him even, and the rush of independence was overwhelming. As such, his hands sparkled today, and Marlie let out an unconscious sigh as he began to knead the bottom of her back into submission. Devon spent a lot of time running two fingers either side of her spine, a technique he had learned back home to add zest to the day.
By the time he stood at the top of the bed and began to work the inner shoulder, Marlie was fizzing. Marlie suddenly groped into Devon’s sarong, searching for his shlong. Devon jumped a little but was so relaxed himself and inspired by the fresh oils, that he allowed her to continue. In the semi-light, both of them warm and cosy, Devon’s erection began to grow and soon Marlie lifted her head, parted his skirt and traced his glans with her hot, wet tongue. For a vengeful woman, she was surprisingly gentle, and raised his blood pressure to aching point. Marlie suddenly snatched at him and swallowed him whole. As she furiously sucked, the massage bed began to move, digging into the floor with a screech every time. However, Marlie wanted more. She stopped abruptly and glared at Devon.
“I haven’t come all this way just to give you a blow job,” she griped. “I haven’t slept with a man since I caught my husband shagging our next door neighbour in the greenhouse. Get up on this table and show me what it’s all about.”
Fortunately Devon had been groomed as a people pleaser. Although recently he had taken his life back into his own hands, which most decidedly displeased some very important people, he figured he could spare the time to please Marlie. It wasn’t such a bad job after all. At least he could say ‘no’ now if he wanted to, and he chose to say ‘yes’ this time.
Mounting the table with Marlie still spread-eagled face down upon it, Devon unwrapped his sarong and filled her with something she had already caused to be very hard. All the oil on her body and his hands allowed him to slip his hand underneath her and give her clitoral stimulation.
“I knew it could be like this!” Marlie yelled and slapped the side of the leather bed. “Yes! Yes!” Devon knew that he had satisfied another customer and hoped that she would tip well.
Chapter Fourteen
Pleasing The Queen
In Irella, the palace stood firm high above the villages; imposing in its grandiose stature, with its gargantuan gardens and even bigger gates to keep out the subjects. Inside the walls, Uno was about to receive a visit from her other, elder daughter, Lancar, and her husband’s arousal had come at a bad time.
Her husband, Junart, had been feeling quite sorry for the queen since Devon had disappeared. She was so distracted, not sleeping, and was even more thorny than usual. He had
His first client with a ten o’clock appointment was Marlie Nero, a mid-thirties Martian female on holiday with her friends in celebration of her divorce. Her pale green skin almost camouflaged her in the massage suite but her furious dark eyes and shoulder length dark plaits made her stand out. She was pretty, apart from her permanent frown, and although only four and a half feet tall had a dynamic aura which made Devon step back anxiously when she strode in naked and threw herself onto the massage bed.
“Is there anything in particular you would like me to concentrate on today, madam?”
“Just something general. All my tension disappeared as soon as I signed the divorce papers,” Marlie laughed, the sound muffled by the couch.
“Any allergies?”
“Only my husband.”
Devon smiled and began to warm up the almond oil in his palms. For aromatherapy for this client, he decided upon oil of freshly peeled lemons and a spray of oxygenised spring water. Marlie had come away for escapism and it was his job to ensure she got the full experience. He enjoyed this new job. People respected him, liked him even, and the rush of independence was overwhelming. As such, his hands sparkled today, and Marlie let out an unconscious sigh as he began to knead the bottom of her back into submission. Devon spent a lot of time running two fingers either side of her spine, a technique he had learned back home to add zest to the day.
By the time he stood at the top of the bed and began to work the inner shoulder, Marlie was fizzing. Marlie suddenly groped into Devon’s sarong, searching for his shlong. Devon jumped a little but was so relaxed himself and inspired by the fresh oils, that he allowed her to continue. In the semi-light, both of them warm and cosy, Devon’s erection began to grow and soon Marlie lifted her head, parted his skirt and traced his glans with her hot, wet tongue. For a vengeful woman, she was surprisingly gentle, and raised his blood pressure to aching point. Marlie suddenly snatched at him and swallowed him whole. As she furiously sucked, the massage bed began to move, digging into the floor with a screech every time. However, Marlie wanted more. She stopped abruptly and glared at Devon.
“I haven’t come all this way just to give you a blow job,” she griped. “I haven’t slept with a man since I caught my husband shagging our next door neighbour in the greenhouse. Get up on this table and show me what it’s all about.”
Fortunately Devon had been groomed as a people pleaser. Although recently he had taken his life back into his own hands, which most decidedly displeased some very important people, he figured he could spare the time to please Marlie. It wasn’t such a bad job after all. At least he could say ‘no’ now if he wanted to, and he chose to say ‘yes’ this time.
Mounting the table with Marlie still spread-eagled face down upon it, Devon unwrapped his sarong and filled her with something she had already caused to be very hard. All the oil on her body and his hands allowed him to slip his hand underneath her and give her clitoral stimulation.
“I knew it could be like this!” Marlie yelled and slapped the side of the leather bed. “Yes! Yes!” Devon knew that he had satisfied another customer and hoped that she would tip well.
Chapter Fourteen
Pleasing The Queen
In Irella, the palace stood firm high above the villages; imposing in its grandiose stature, with its gargantuan gardens and even bigger gates to keep out the subjects. Inside the walls, Uno was about to receive a visit from her other, elder daughter, Lancar, and her husband’s arousal had come at a bad time.
Her husband, Junart, had been feeling quite sorry for the queen since Devon had disappeared. She was so distracted, not sleeping, and was even more thorny than usual. He had
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