For my 30th birthday, my close friend (who is a masseuse) offered me a free as-long-as-I-want-massage and a dinner out wherever I want. I had never gotten a massage before, so I decided to take her up on her offer. She had an office that she works out of, but also had a table at her house.

She opened the door, and she was wearing a sun dress, without a bra. Now, her boobs arent huge, but she probably should have worn one with that outfit. She took me into the room and told me to undress and put a towel around myself and get on the table. She left the room, and I called her in when I was ready.

She started on my feet and worked her way up. She slid her hands under the towel and got pretty high up, but never actually directly touched any "private" areas. She massaged my ass through the towel, and continued up my back to my neck and head. The head rub felt great, probably the best part up to then.

She told me to flip over, so I carefully held onto the towel and rolled over. She started back down at my feet again. She was at the bottom of the table, and I had a great view of her cleavage as she bent over. She massaged my feet pretty aggressively, and I could see her boobs bouncing a bit.

I should stop here and briefly mention how we knew each other. She was my best friends ex-wife, and we have known each other for about 15 years. They dated at a very young age, married very young, and divorced a few years ago. They had a very messy divorce, and he moved out of the state so I was left to pick up the pieces. We became close, and we viewed each other as family. So finding myself staring at her chest made me feel a bit awkward.

So I eventually just laid my head back and stared at the ceiling, then closed my eyes. She started moving up my legs, and massaged pretty far up my thigh. My dick, being soft, was laying right on my stomach, and I was pretty sure she could see the outline, as she worked perfectly around it. She did my chest, my arms, and went up my face and did another head massage, then went back down towards my feet.

This time, when she got to my groin/thighs, I started to get hard. I didnt think it was noticeable, until she started to laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my dick was elevated, and the tip was poking out from the top of the towel. I said "oh my god, I am so sorry. I am so embarrassed." She assured me it happened more than I thought, and that she would just "work around it."

I shifted myself, to hopefully hide my dick back in the towel. But I ended up doing the opposite and even more started to show. She told me to relax, she wasn't looking at it. I told her that it felt uncomfortable and I was just trying to fix myself and the towel. She then surprised me by taking the edges of the towel (which were in front of me) and opening them. MY dick popped up, and I was so surprised I think i said something like "what the hell??"

She laughed and assured me it was no big deal. She explained that some of her clients have whipped out theirs during massages in hopes of a "happy ending," but she has refused every one of them. Cited something about her being a professional.

As she was talking to me and her hands started to go down towards my feet, I started to get soft. Then, she turned course and started going back up to my thighs and groin. She made a comment about my "penis being very persistent." I told her that I was sorry, and that I learned a valuable lesson about what I should "do" before a massage. She stopped massaging, looked at me, then at my dick, and said "this is the ONLY time I have EVER done this. Tell any of my clients, or anyone, and we are no longer friends."

I gave her a confused look, and she grabbed my dick in her hand and started to stroke. It wasnt gentle strokes, but long, hard, and fast strokes, like she wanted me to cum in record time. Her tits were bouncing like crazy. I was in the moment, and reached my hand up and felt her tits from the outside. Since she didnt react negatively, I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled down on the dress. It fell down to her stomach, and now I could see her tits bouncing and swinging.

I pulled her one boob towards my face, and she shifted herself closer. I sucked on her tits, then pulled haer head in and started making out with her. It was probably the most gentle kissing I had ever had, which was weird in contrast to the violent way she was jerking my dick. But it was working, and I felt close to cumming. I think she heard me breathing heavy from my nose as we were making out, because she broke away and put her mouth on the head of my dick and jerked off until I came in her mouth. She swallowed, then finished going back down my leg and massaged my feet some more, with her tits still hanging out.

After my feet, she told me that the massage was ending now, as her one arm was pretty tired. She pulled her straps back up and I put my boxers on, and told her that we should just stay in and order food. We ended up fucking that night. Best birthday ever.

Does anyone have a thing for seeing girls eat your cum?

I live with a beautiful girl. Blonde, model material, with legs, breasts and ass to die for and the face of an angel. She looks so innocent, I fell for her the moment I saw her. She looks so virginal and is so prudish even talking about sex, that I don't even know if she's had any guys in the past. We're both young professionals in our early 20s and met through a mutual friend who I knew through university and she knew through school. Recently she moved to the city, and needed a place to stay. I needed a housemate, so our friend set us up.

I tried asking her out when she first moved in but unfortunately she made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in anything but friendship. I figured that if she wasn't going to taste my baby batter voluntarily, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't tasted anyone else�s before, I could feed it to her without her knowledge.

When she was out, I went around the house jacking off into her personal items - shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, moisturiser, panties from her panty drawer, etc. I also started taking cookery lessons and offered to cook for her in order to practice my skills. What she doesn't know is that every meal I've cooked for her so far has had a healthy dose of my secret special sauce.

Before moral fags start whining, she seems to love it. She's commented on how her hair's been really soft recently and remarked on how her skin has been firmer, with a healthy glow to it. She even wondered if maybe the shampoo/conditioner manufacturers had changed the formulation. She used to get quite moody and hormonal over the month as her cycle progressed. Since I started feeding her my spooge, she's chilled out a lot and been really flirtatious with me. She's been more receptive to joking around with me, and finding ways to lightly touch my arms and chest, or accidentally brush up against me. Pheromones maybe? I've been sniffing her soiled panties while she's been out, and I know that personal scents can have a powerful effect � I�ve often ended up spontaneously ejaculating merely from the scent of her personal secretions.

She�s told me she loves my cooking. It may just be a coincidence, but our bedrooms share a wall, and on the evenings I cook for her, I'm fairly sure I can hear her rubbing herself off. On the mornings when she leaves for work early and I'm in the flat alone, I sneak into her room and sniff and lick her still warm used panties from her laundry basket. The aroma is exquisite. On the mornings after I've cooked for her the previous night, they're definitely muskier and damper, and often have a heavy dried sugar crystal like crust on the gusset, which I love to chew on.

In addition, I get the added bonus of sitting opposite her while she's eating and see her swallow my jizz, savouring every mouthful before it slides smoothly down her throat. Knowing that I'm corrupting her beautiful innocent face with my unique glaze and coating those gorgeous lips and tongue; the thought that at this very moment she might be wearing a pair of the panties from her drawer that I jerked off into, and that flakes of my dried man milk might at this very moment be nestled against her hot gooey moist cunt; mingling with her own juices and being rehydrated by them, is an amazing turn on for me.

I also see it as a way of marking my territory. While the scent of my cream hangs on her, it might drive other guys away. I'm not sure if that has any scientific basis, but it seems to work. I understand there is some scientific research that shows cum to contain chemicals that aid in partner bonding and fight depression in women, as well as changing their hormonal balance and significantly reducing their risk of breast cancer.

All I know, from my unscientific little experiment is that feeding cock custard to girls definitely has its advantages, for both sexes. I'd go so far as to say doctors ought to be prescribing it. Guys, what are you waiting for? Give the women in your life the greatest gift a man has to offer, and improve your relationships with them. Ladies, why not ask the men in your life for a regular dose of liquid silk? It has many nutritional benefits, and if you're feeling hesitant, just remember that you've probably already unknowingly swallowed several cupfuls of spunk, donated by guys like me. A few more on a regular basis can't hurt.