I wrote this as a role play scenario intended for couples living in shared housing with thin walls. It's meant to add a narrative logic for needing to remain quiet. It will be especially fun to read (or act out) if you're interested in reluctance/non-consent, cheating, or breeding kinks.
All June had wanted for her birthday was a couple’s massage. Work had been killing her lately and a small mutiny of knots in her back had begun waging war on her general comfort. Her husband tried his best; but he was hopeless. He pressed into June’s back willingly but ineffectually. Years of work behind a desk had left him with soft, weak hands.
The couple’s massage had seemed like a perfect compromise. June would get the thorough rubbing down she needed, hopefully be able to sleep and move around better, and her husband could still be… part of the picture in a way. So, when her husband tried to reason with June that two separate massages in adjacent rooms would be “way more affordable” than the couple’s massage, she relented. Her priority, after all, was feeling better. Just like her husband’s priority was apparently his wallet.
Now June sits in her spa room waiting for the masseuse to arrive. The room is cozy and warm. A few spare rays of light peaks in through the black-out shades over the windows. A candle burns, emitting a pleasant scent of hibiscus. Non-de*********** spa music floats through the air, sung by some unseen speaker somewhere in the room. Even before her massage has begun, June feels more relaxed than she has in months. Then her masseur arrives.
June hadn’t explicitly requested a woman, though it had been what she pictured. “This will be better anyways”, she thinks, “after all, I clearly need someone stronger than my husband to break up these knots.” This man certainly looks stronger than her husband. Compared to her desk-jokey partner, whose body has begun to soften with age and a sedentary lifestyle, the masseur looks like the type who treats his body as a temple. He is muscular, broad, firm looking. A bit of chest hair pokes out the top of his shirt; his face has a shadow of stubble. He happens to be a good deal taller than her husband as well, with much larger hands. This man seems built in a lab to wage war against June’s knots.
June had opted not to begin undressing until her masseuse arrived because she wasn’t sure how much to leave on. The looming presence of the large man who will soon rub June’s semi-nude body with oil, however, makes this question somehow more daunting.
“Hi! So… what should I take off and leave on?”, June asks timidly.
“Whatever you want. Most woman take off everything but their panties”, the masseur replies, his eyes surveying June but his voice seeming to ooze apathy. June reasons this is his day job after all. She isn’t sure how much masseurs make but concludes that it must not be enough to make them turn on the charm for every client.
“Okay! Do you, like, leave the room and come back…?”
“I’ll stay here. Just strip and then lay down flat on your stomach on the table.”
June isn’t sure how she feels about this answer; but she does what she’s told. He’s the professional after all. The man gets right to work oiling up June’s back. It’s odd to have another man touching her like this, but his hands already feel magical.
The masseur makes some half-hearted small talk with June: “what do you do for work?”, “are you married?” “do you get many massages?” June replies politely. She can hear the faint sound of her husband having a similar experience with his masseuse through the thin adjacent wall. “It’s almost like a couple’s massage”, June thinks, chuckling quietly to herself.
His strong broad hands begin to attack each of June’s many knots. One by one he vanquishes them. With each defeated knot, the overall tension in June’s body wanes. By the time the final one is broken up, June is in a state of absolute relaxation.
“Alright, I’m going to move lower and I don’t want to get any oil on your underwear so I’m going to take them off.”
Some part of June is startled by the proposition that she will be fully naked in front of this stranger, and by his matter-of-factness in making the decision for her. But her state of relaxation has her fairly hypnotized. She’s grateful to the masseur; if he wants to see more is it really any worse than the fact that he already has his hands all over her? June feels the man grab her panties by the fabric at her hips. She arches her back up slightly to allow him to slip them off.
The masseur next massages her lower body. He starts at June’s feet, a sensation she has always absolutely loved. He then moves to her calves, stretching out tension in her tendons built up by years as an avid runner and former track star. When he finishes with her calves and seems poised to begin working on her thighs, he grabs her legs and spreads them wide. June gasps softly, her spell broken slightly by the idea that this man is now staring straight at her very spread, very vulnerable pussy.
“When I massage the thighs, a lot of the work is done on the inner portion, so I have to make it accessible”, the masseur offers, once again treating a very forward act as the most casual in the world.
Once again, June doesn’t protest, again reasoning the man must know what he’s doing. The caress of his hands softens her again as he continues. He envelopes each of her thighs in a large hand, pressing from her calves towards her opening, thumbs dancing threateningly close to it at the end of each stroke. With each stroke, the end of his hands’ paths stops closer and closer to her pussy, until she can feel the heat of his thumbs barely kissing her lips.
“It feels wrong, but it’s just a massage, right?”, June thinks, “and he hasn’t actually touched me in a way that’s at all sexual.” Comforted by her internal monologue, June relaxes again. But on one stray stroke up her inner thigh, the masseur’s thumb properly brushes against the opening of her pussy. June jolts slightly, a small chill running up her body. The man proceeds without seeming to notice. Once again, June reassures herself this must be the sort of small mistake that happens all the time.
Taking a break from her thighs, the masseur begins paying some attention to June’s hips and buttocks. His thumbs stroke their way into the tight muscle of her runner’s hips. He squeezes each cheek of her ass, pressing outward with his thumbs toward her hips to conclude the motion. Each of these actions spreads June open as he massages her, adding a hint of erotic stimulation which goes almost unnoticed but leaves a slight tingle in her pussy. Having never received a massage at a proper spa before, June never realized they could be this intense, this thorough. In her bliss, June has even stopped considering the tantalizing view the masseur must have of her open cunt from behind as he strokes her ass and legs.
She is given a reminder of how nice the view must be when, upon leaning in slightly to retrieve more oil, June feels the press of the masseur’s obvious erection against her ass. This once again troubles June for a moment, before she again rationalizes that “he’s only a man”. Staring at and rubbing attractive naked women all day can’t help having certain physiological effects.
The masseur has been mostly silent for the last few minutes, but while continuing to massage June’s hips and butt offers in his typically casual, but now hushed voice,
“you’ve got a nice ass.”
This sets off alarm bells in June; it’s certainly not a common, professional comment. He clearly recognized this too, based on his suddenly lowered voice, just low enough that her husband wouldn’t hear it through the wall. June remains frozen, held down by his strong arms as they return their attention to her inner thighs. He continues into a hushed monologue,
“The pay here is shit. I wouldn’t even bother if it weren’t for perks like this.”
His thumbs are now more routinely glancing against June’s pussy lips at the top of each stroke, clearly no longer accidental.
“I mean look at that view… I knew as soon as I saw you lying here what I was going to do to you.”
June’s heart is pounding now. Then, suddenly, the man leans in to whisper into her ear, one hand coming up to cover her mouth. As he silences her, one of his thumbs slides into June’s oiled, open pussy.
“Now you’re going to stay real quiet and here’s why:”, the man growls into her ear, the apathy replaced by a cold violent tone.
“I knew you were a little slut as soon I had you on my table. Good loyal women don’t get undressed with me in here, they don’t let me take their little panties off, their backs don’t arch when my fingers brush against their cunts. I know that. I even bet- deep down- you know that. And- look- I know you may not really consciously want what I’m about to do next, but your husband isn’t going to believe that you let some stud in the next room undress you, oil up your ass and pussy, and start fingering you all without a peep. I saw the two of you come in; that guy’s gotta know his hot young wife with the nice ass and perky tits is after a little more than he’s offering in the bedroom. So, here’s our deal: I’m gonna take advantage of the one perk of this job: use your nice tight wet pussy to get off, and in exchange, we’ll keep everything that happens in here our little secret from your husband in the other room with the credit card. Sound good?”
His sinister confession concluded, the man removes his hand from June’s mouth, and resumes his work at her other pair of lips. While one hand squeezes the oiled cheeks of her ass, the thumb of his other continues to press into her vigorously. June, frozen by shock or fear, is paralyzed as his oiled thumb strokes the rough nerve bundle of her inner clit. Filled with self-loathing, but responding to the bodily pleasure, June’s back arches treacherously.
“Good, see? I knew you wanted, you little whore”, the man whispers again viscously into her ear.
He rolls June over, exposing her breasts for the first time.
“I’m not a monster though, I promise, we’ll still continue with the massage.”
The man removes his finger from her pussy, retrieves more massage oil, and begins to lather June’s tits. He kneads her tits like dough, ending each motion with a flick of his lubricated fingers against her nipples. The man is kneeling above June now, his hands fondling her breasts as he breathes a warm breath onto her neck. He notices the chill his teasing her nipples sends up her neck, and whispers again,
“See? Your body wants what I’m about to do.”
June is still frozen but begins to fear that the man may not be entirely wrong. Her nipples are perfectly erect, her face and chest are slightly flushed, her cunt feels slick between her legs. The masseur continues to pinch and rub her nipple with one hand, but moves the other down to resume using her pussy. This time, two oiled finger slide into June. They stroke in and out of her with a quick but steady pace, curved slightly upward.
The man’s erection is visible through his pants, and when June’s gaze falls to it, the man notices her interest.
“Oh no! are you feeling left out? Here:”
Using the hand which had been caressing June’s tits, the man lowers his pants and underwear. His massive cock springs out eagerly. He rounds the table to position his waist at June’s head, one hand reaching over to continue fingering her.
“Now open up, fuck I love this part”, he groans.
June opens her mouth obediently, and he pressed himself into her. His cock scrapes against her lips, her tongue, against the inside of her cheeks as he thrusts inward, face-fucking her.
The feel of the cock in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy awaken the devil inside June which the masseur had seen so clearly. She loved the sensations: the big heavy cock in her mouth, smacking against her face, his now three fingers stretching her as he used her pussy. He had promised not to tell, and June was truly given no choice, he had complete power over her. So, June began to make the best of her situation, focusing on the pleasure from how he used her holes.
The flavor of the man’s cock in June’s mouth suddenly grew slightly salty, and with a groan he removed himself, panting slightly.
“Fuck, you’re good with your mouth, I’ve done this to lots of women but boy was I right about you. I don’t want to finish in the wrong hole though.”
The masseur returns to between June’s legs, spreading them with his powerful hands, situating the tip of his cock against the oiled, slick opening of her cunt. He teases the tip in and out quickly, teasing June until he sees her finally truly break. June is no longer able to resist her body’s urging and slides herself down on the table suddenly to push him deeper into her. A rush of euphoria spreads through her body, overcome with lust after so much teasing. The sounds of her husband shuffling and making small talk through the walls only add to the guilty pleasure of the cock stretching June’s cunt. The masseur continues burying himself deeper and deeper into June, continuing to manhandle her tits while he does. He kisses June’s neck and, knowing that she has fully succumbed, begins to kiss her mouth too. The pair’s tongues slide against one another; his teeth bite her lower lip. All the while, June grows wetter and wetter, her cum mixing with massage oil.
The masseur buries himself all the way into June, then leans in to her ear to offer another command,
“Alright whore, I want those tits bouncing in my face now. So, I’m going to lie back and you’re going to get on top. I’ve worked hard so far and now I’m going to relax a bit while I keep using your cunt.”
He lies flat, and June once again heeds her orders. She relishes every inch pressing into her as she positions him against her opening and slowly lowers herself onto his cock. The masseur grasps at her throat with one hand, choking her as she rides him up and down. With his other hand he slaps her tits with small quick strikes. June’s tits grow pink from the abuse, but the pain is a surprisingly welcome addition to her pleasure.
Finally, after some time riding him, her legs beginning to quiver as her body craves climax, the masseur grabs June’s ass and presses her all the way down to a seated position on his cock. She feels it throbbing inside of her. He’s clearly dangerous close to putting a baby in her on this massage table, her husband just a thin wall away.
“It’s time for my favorite part now. I can feel how much your slut pussy wants all the cum I’m about to give it”, the man’s voice is devilish.
Without removing himself from June, he rolls her over onto her back again and begins to slam into her wildly, his balls slapping against her ass.
“You’re going to rub yourself now. I want that thirsty cunt of yours to suck in every last drop of sperm I give you when you cum.”
The last remaining logical fraction of June’s brain is panicked, and it fights frantically against the animal lust which has overtaken her. The battle plays out in real-time, as one hand obeys the masseurs command, beginning to frantically massage her clit, while the other presses the man away, trying to prevent him from impregnating her. The resistance only seems to make the masseur more ravenous. He pounds her even harder and uses his free hands to subdue her. One grabs June’s resisting arm pinning it to the bed, the other strangles her throat, a direct threat of what he could do to June if she continues to resist her insemination.
“I want that weak little husband in the other room to raise the baby I’m about to put inside you. He’s never going to know, but I want you to always remember how good all this cum felt inside your tight little whore pussy.”
At last, June’s lust betrays her, and with a moan she gasps out,
“I’m cumming!”
With a feral grin, the masseur presses himself into the depths of Junes cunt and releases his load. The warmth fills June to the brim, her convulsing pussy indeed squeezing out every drop.
His heart pounding, but his body finally relaxed, the beast collapses on top of June.
“Good work. You might be the best one yet”, he jeers, then continues “I hope you enjoyed your massage. Feel free to come back, I’d love to use you again.”
In one last act of apparent animal dominance over her husband, the masseur removes himself, folds a towel, lifts June’s hips up to place it beneath her. Her hips elevated, the man’s seed now drains even further into June.
“Just lay like that for a few minutes, then get dressed and you can head out to pay. I’ll see you next time”, the masseur concludes, the apathy having crept back into his voice. With that, he leaves June alone in the room to soak up every last drop of his animal gift.