Chapter 2: Choked Out
Every Friday morning I visit Perfect Sensations Massage Parlor. It’s owned by John Smith, the best massage therapist I’ve ever had. Perfect Sensations is tucked away on an inconspicuous side street. The exterior is simple— just brick, a small sign, a plain door.
As I slid into John’s private room, I felt the weight of the week melt away. The scent of eucalyptus-infused oil filled the air.
John asked me his usual series of questions. Where my pain was. What was causing me stress. The usual.
“Okay Aimee, I’ll let you get comfortable and be back in about five minutes,” John said before leaving me. I swiftly undressed and dropped my robe. I decided today was the day. I was going to seduce him and hope he had a kinky side, Markus hopes I can get him to choke me. I went about setting up a few hidden cameras throughout the room and got into the massage bed. Normally I’d keep my panties on, but not this time. This time I was completely nude. My heart raced from the anticipation building up. I hid the recording devices as best as I could in the room, wondering if John would even notice. As the door creaked open, I took a sip of breath. I heard John clear his throat, “Oh, uh, Aimee. All ready, I see. I seem to have forgotten my oils. I’ll be right back.”
John re-entered the room and slowly approached the massage table, his skilled hands found my back.
This was a one hour session. He kneaded my back and neck perfectly. Even when we massaged my ass, He remained ever professional. Time to escalate. I murmured, “Lower, please,” arching my back ever so slightly into his touch. I bit my lip, unable to see his face but imagining his reaction. I felt him gently caress following the curve of my buttocks, moving further down towards the divide of my legs. My legs hitched slightly, almost imperceptibly. His clever fingers started massaging the insides of my thighs – my heartbeat quickened.
For a moment, time seemed suspended.
I awaited John's hesitant hesitation, but it never came. His hands, once so delicate, tightened their grip with surprising strength. My breath hitched, not with fear, but with unparalleled arousal. Slowly, his fingers moved their way up my thighs, tracing patterns across my sensitive skin. I parted my legs further, inviting his invasion, as his thumb lingered above my entrance. I yearned for contact. I needed friction. His fingers dipped in, coated with my slick desire.
Involuntarily, a moan escaped my lips, echoing softly through the room. He paused, his skepticism deflated in an instant.
"Your hands are fucking magic John,” I said with another moan, hoping he’d take the hint. I pressed my thighs together, trapping his fingers. I was so turned on that I needed more, I wanted to be filled by him. I shifted to my back, giving him the green light he needed. John’s eyes met mine, reading the desire rolling off me.
He began massaging my breasts and chest. He’d massaged them before, but this time he knew I was being a sexual deviant and wanted him horny. He rolled my hard nipples with his oiled palms. "You're so fucking sexy, Aimee," John muttered under his breath.
I peered up at him from the table. His pupils darted around, trying to register his next move. Slowly, I trailed my hand along my stomach and down to the wetness between my thighs. As I started playing with myself, John's eyes darkened with lust.
"Stop teasing me," he growled, shoving all thoughts of hesitation aside.
John slipped his hand between my legs. His middle finger danced around my swollen clit.
Plunging his index and middle fingers deep inside, he hit a spot that had me gasping. My back arched off the table. He continued to fuck me with his fingers. I lifted my hips, trying to get him deeper as my thighs quivered.
He leaned over me, our lips meeting. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting of the peppermint from his earlier tea. He broke the kiss, leaving my lips red and puffy. I pulled his lower lip between my teeth, nipping before releasing. His breath grew shallow.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” he asked with a hungry growl. I nodded in response, mute with pleasure. “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?” I bit my lip and nodded again. “Tell me, Aimee.” I paused, took in his searing gaze. “Yes, John, I love it. I love the way you touch me.”
We found our rhythm – him above me, my body impaled and entirely at his mercy. His thumb circled my clit as his fingers ravaged me from within.
I reached for his crotch as he fingered me and helped his hardness escape his pants. I wasted no time and slid my hand over the length of his shaft. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum. My pussy clenched. I was so fucking turned on. God, Why hasn’t I seduced him years ago? I gave him a slow, teasing stroke, his sharp intake of breath enough encouragement for me to continue.
As I continued fingering me while I lied on that massage table, I pulled his cock closer to my face and started sucking. My eyes found one of the hidden cameras and I winked, knowing Markus would later be watching this.
“I want you in me,” I told John. I let go of his cock, and John pulled his fingers out of me. I sat up, and he kneeled on the massage table’s edge. I could hardly control my breath. I was so turned on. I wrapped my hands around his back. My fingers traced the lines of his spine. Gentle shivers ran down John’s back. I wanted to taste him, savor his saltiness and explore his body. I slipped my tongue across the tip of his cock, briefly tasting a teardrop of pre-cum. I let John’s manhood glide between my lips.
He lifted me up and threw my legs wide. He winked then penetrated my incredibly wet pussy with ease. Fuck he felt good!
John's firm grip clutched my hips as he drove deeper inside me. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, as my muscles tensed around him.
With every powerful thrust, I was aware of the intrusion of his cock – filling me, stretching me, taking me to heights of pleasure I hadn't imagined.
"Yes, Aimee. fuck, you're so tight baby," he muttered through heavy breaths. “You’re such a little slut aren’t you. Married to another man, and fucking your massage therapist.” My shoulders heaved with every savage stroke. “However much you love Markus, you adore this betrayal.”
My inner walls contracted around him as he continued to pump into me. It was like he knew exactly how I liked to savor the wickedness of cheating on my husband. My hips met every thrust as he pistoned in and out of my dripping pussy.
But I wanted more. I wanted something illicit from him.
"Choke me. Please,” I begged, my hands wrapped around John’s shoulders as he pumped in and out. I’d never experienced this type of danger before, yet the exhilaration had me begging for more.
His brows furrowed in confusion, but the heat between us only grew. “Aimee, are you sure?”
"Fuck, yes," I whispered heatedly, urging him onwards. "I need it, John. I want you to."
His grip tightened around my neck, not enough to choke me but enough for me to feel the heat of it. His thrusts grew rougher, slapping against the wetness of my pussy. I couldn't believe what we were doing, how I was begging my massage therapist to choke so my husband could later watch it. I trailed my hands down from John's firm shoulders to his ass, squeezing the muscle to urge his thrusts faster.
“I know how strong those hands are, John. Choke me until you see my eyes roll back. I’m nothing to you, just a pussy to fuck and you don’t need me breathing for that,” I moaned into his ear. John’s eyes darkened with hunger, a sinister grin spreading across his lips. I knew he’d comply.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” But he tightened his grip just the same.
The pressure on my windpipe sent another wave of pleasure cascading through me. I clawed at his hands, my vision beginning to blur at the edges. His cock continued to hammer into me, every thrust intensified by the deprivation of oxygen.
As black flecks began to dot the corners of my vision, I knew I was close.
The room spun around me as John’s thrusts grew more reckless. With one final squeeze, stars burst behind my eyelids. I felt my orgasm crash through me like a tidal wave, my muscles spasming uncontrollably. John didn’t pull away even as I shook. Instead, he gripped my throat harder, drawing out the intense pleasure until I slumped back onto the table.
“Fuck,” John grunted, he kept the pressure on my throat as he buried his cum deep in my pussy.
My vision had gone black, but I could still feel him, hear him. He was calling me the dirtiest of names until I passed out beneath him.
I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I came to, John had me rolled onto my stomach and was oiling my ass.
“You’re fucking wild, you let your husband do that to you,” John asked as he slowly began fingering my ass. “Sometimes, plain old vanilla sex gets dull,” I wiggled my hips, encouraging him to go deeper.
“So, you came to me for this kinky shit?” He teased my hole with his fingers.
“No, I got to know you better first. Turned out we both enjoy our fair share of taboo affairs.”
“You like it dangerous huh?”
“Yeah, it gets me hot,” I reached back and stroked John’s cock, now stiff again.
“I was planning on fucking your ass while you were still unconscious,” He admitted. “So do it while I’m conscious,” I said lifting my hips and pushing my ass back. …
Later that night, I returned home and gave Markus the recording. As he watched the video of my massage therapist choking me, I decided to suck his cock. I slowly stroked the outside before sliding the entire length into my mouth. I sucked and licked, teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue. As his cock grew harder, I shifted position to kneel on the couch, giving him a full view of my ass as I blew him.
“Fuck, Aimee. Your mouth feels amazing,” Markus groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I could tell by the sounds on the video that he had gotten to the part where John was about to cum in me.
I was ready to get Markus to the edge as well. I pulled my mouth off of his cock for a moment, taking a moment to admire my work. His cock glistened with my saliva, and I couldn't help but feel a renewed surge of arousal. I began to lightly trail my fingernails up and down the length of his shaft as I whispered, "You like that, don't you? Watching another man fill me with his seed while he chokes me so much I pass out.”
Markus didn't answer, but I could feel his cock twitch in my hand as I continued to tease him.
I took him back in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and feeling him shiver with pleasure. I gripped his hips, pulling him deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks to create more suction.
I worked him like this for several minutes, bringing him closer and closer to the edge before easing up just enough to keep him from cumming. Finally, I felt him reach his limit.
"Fuck, Aimee. I'm gonna cum," he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I pulled away and stroked him. Letting him cum on my face.
"Give it to me," I told him. He groaned and his cock pulsed in my hand. Ropes of hot cum painted my cheeks, my lips, and my chin. His body trembled, and spasm after spasm painted my face eight days a week. I swallowed, and my tongue snaked out to taste him. I loved the tangy flavor, salty and robust. Markus's hands reached out and touched his cum on my face. Then, he kissed me. He had a rare talent for licking his own cum from my face and tongue.
I stood up. “Oh exit the rest of the video, he ends up fucking my ass.”
I winked and blew him a kiss before I went to shower.